Part 15

"We'll be back as soon as we can," Freddie yelled over his shoulder, "Remember, Harry's in charge...." The hatch closed behind them. He took his wife's hand and followed the AI's directions to the civil service pod.

Chrissy was subdued as they walked. The thing with her mom had to be affecting her more than she would admit. The hatch opened as they approached. As they entered, a woman yelled, "... molesting our daughter. He made her suck his dick, while he ate out her friend."

The woman in the Civil Service uniform sighed, and pointed her stinger at the dumpy concubine in the ugly gray shift. Zap. The woman staggered, and the Sub-Decurion shook her head sadly. "Just stand there and be quiet." She turned to the man in front of her. "The girl is just barely thirteen, did you really force her?" Freddie recognized her voice, but it was hard to reconcile this young, beautiful, woman with his memory of the way she had looked just that morning.

The Marine answered carefully, "She may have felt some pressure to do it, what with the way Vickie came on so strong, but I was kissing her friend, and she just fished it out and started sucking. I feel a little bad about it, her being so young and all, but it's not really even incest. Tammy was five when I married her mother." He got a far away look on his face. "She looks more like her every day...."

"And she's a slut just like her mother," his concubine snarled. "How can I compete with a dead woman? You picked her up from the gutter and forgot about all the things she did just because she died. You're my husband now...."

Zap. "I told you to be quiet." The Sub-Decurion's lips quirked in a half smile. "At least this part is easier than working for CPS, I know who's telling the truth and I don't have to put up with all the drama." The concubine started to say something, but another stinger shot quieted her. "So why are you here?" she asked the Marine.

The man looked at his concubine. "I don't want to beat her, and I don't want to kill her. How could I face my son when he gets old enough to understand? I can't tell him I killed his mom. It would be bad enough telling him I traded her away because I couldn't stand her anymore. I thought maybe you could show her what happens if I cut her loose, give her a taste of what it's like." He looked at his concubine who seemed to be only just now realizing what she'd gotten herself into. "I want to be able to tell him I gave her every chance I could to change her ways."

The Sub-Decurion did smile at that. "I think we can help each other. I'll take care of her for you for four weeks, until we reach Spindrift. I can use her as an example for the other girls. You have to take one of mine though. Agreed?"

"Yeah. If she can behave, I'll take her back. I guess I do still love her a little."

"AI, display the stats, but not the pictures, of the available concubines. Run a compatibility index for fitting into this sponsor's family, make sure that includes practical experience in childcare as a bonus. You have twenty-three to choose from. There were twenty-four, but a concubine was recycled this morning." She turned back to the concubine and pointed to a door. "Take off that shift, go in there, sit down and don't say a word to anyone." The concubine started to object, but the Sub-Decurion shot her again. "If you don't behave, I'll recycle you as an example to the others. Don't look at him, he won't be able to help you. He just traded you to me."

The man looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't. Instead, he walked over to a display that had popped up and studied it.

"You know that stinger doesn't really hurt, right?" Chrissy said.

"What, did you try it to find out?" When Chrissy nodded, the woman laughed. "Well, I don't really want to hurt them, just keep them quiet. I swear it's like herding cats." She looked over at the Marine and lowered her voice. "I tried to get the AI to allow you each a supernumerary, but it wouldn't. It wouldn't say why not either. I did manage to negotiate a semi-permanent arrangement so you can keep both of them, but there are some conditions and you have to decide right now."

"What conditions?" Freddie asked.

"First, this joint household you have, you have to stick with it. You don't get an extra pod either."

Freddie squeezed Chrissy's hand to reassure her. "One pod is plenty of room."

The woman nodded. "Good. The second thing is that it is temporary. The agreement is good for a year, and you have to keep the babies even if you decide not to keep the concubines."

"Babies?" Chrissy blurted, "What babies?"

"That's the third thing. All of your concubines, including Heather and Megan, need to get pregnant before we reach Spindrift. If they don't, you can't keep them."

"I guess the pod might get kind of crowded with six babies all at once." Chrissy looked at Freddie. "Are you okay with that?"

"There will be seven babies, unless there are multiple births," the AI interrupted. "Private Martin is pregnant as well. In addition, the concubines Molly, Gina and 'Kitty' have been impregnated since boarding. Only three more conceptions are needed to fulfill requirement number three."

"I'm pregnant? I thought I had to wait a year or something," Chrissy said.

"You are pregnant with a girl. Only marine and naval personnel slated for combat duty are required to wait eighteen months after enlistment. Civil Service and nearly all Fleet Auxiliary personnel are exempt."

Freddie picked up his wife and kissed her, hard. He wasn't really ready to be a father, but his own father had told him how much trouble he'd gotten into by waiting too long to let his mother know he was happy the first time she'd announced she was pregnant. "I love you, Baby. I'm so happy you're going to make me a daddy," he whispered, and kissed her again.

"Ahem. If you two lovebirds will pay attention, there are three more conditions. Fourth, you can't make any cosmetic mods to Megan, and can only do a health augmentation and an age rollback on Heather. Fifth, you can't kill them and you can't hurt them so bad that they need a med-tube. Finally, both of them will have to wear a collar. Unless they are within fifteen feet of one of you, or are inside of your pod, or a designated work area, it will work on them like a stinger. It will start out small, but they'll only have a minute or so before it puts them out. That means you'll have to escort them anywhere they go."

"We can do all of that, can't we, Baby?"

Chrissy nodded, tears in her eyes. "We should ask them first, but it will be worth it to keep the family together."

The Sub-Decurion had the AI call Chrissy's aunt and cousin out, then she explained it to them. Megan agreed enthusiastically. Her mother said, "It's wonderful that you'd do that for us, but are you sure? That's a lot of babies to take care of all at once."

The AI cut in again. "The addition of two more concubines and infants increases the concubine/child ratio significantly."

Chrissy laughed. "What the AI said. Besides, with you there we'll have someone with experience that we can trust to raise children properly. Come join us, please." She opened her arms.

Heather stepped into her hug. "Of course I will. Thank you, Chrissy."

The Sub-Decurion took a pair of metallic collars from the replicator and snapped them around Heather and Megan's necks. "Now that that's all settled..." Whatever she was going to say trailed off as three girls walked in from another room. Two of them, a bottle-blonde and a brunette, were so young that the only reason he knew they were concubines was that they were naked. Each of them carried a baby.

The third girl wore cut-off short-shorts, a halter top and a pair of sandals. She was talking quietly to the others and seemed to be explaining something, but when her eyes met Freddie's she stopped. "Just a minute, girls," she said to the others, and skipped over and did a couple of bouncy spins in front of Freddie. "What do you think?"

Freddie didn't know what to think, He didn't know this girl, but she acted like she knew him.

"Marcy?" Chrissy asked. The girl nodded, giggling. "Oh my gosh, Marcy! you look great!"

This? This was Marcy? "Wow, just wow." Freddie said, "Ray is gonna be kicking himself."

"I'm going to thank God every day that he didn't take me. There's nobody better than Johnny."

The Sub-Decurion interrupted. "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing here?"

Marcy looked at her, puzzled. "You needed help, and I came. I've been teaching eight lovely young ladies how to change and feed babies." She pointed her thumb over her shoulder. "These babies. Then we had a nice chat about oral sex."

The Civil Service woman glared at her. "Your sponsor didn't talk to me about it."

Marcy laughed. "My sponsor doesn't even know I'm here. Look, if you didn't want help, you shouldn't have asked for it."

"You shouldn't be here without your sponsor's permission. You're not supposed to be able to get here without your sponsor's permission. You're not supposed to be able to get in here without my permission." The Sub-Decurion pointed her stinger at Marcy. "Those girls shouldn't be here either."

Marcy moved sideways, away from the naked girls. "Don't be an idiot," she said. "If you miss me and hit the girls, those babies could get hurt." Zap, the Sub-Decurion shot her. Marcy kept talking, she didn't even twitch. "AI, please explain to her that she did ask for me to be here."

She fiddled with her stinger and shot Marcy with it. "I did not. The AI isn't going to do what you say anyway." She turned the dial up higher and shot Marcy again.

"Sub-Decurion Cullens, this morning you expressed a desire for someone to teach basic childcare to the younger unassigned concubines. This afternoon the concubines Hazel and Angie requested assistance with their sponsor's children, and you ordered me to deal with their problems. A request was generated in your name for someone to teach them and the concubine Marcy complied with your request. Corporal Rico is in a briefing and does not know about the request."

She turned the stinger all the way up, and shot Marcy three times. Marcy twitched slightly. "You better knock it off," Marcy said more forcefully than Freddie had ever heard her speak, "if you don't, you'll be up on vandalism charges, maybe even child endangerment."

"How the fuck did you get here without your sponsor knowing, and why the fuck doesn't this fucking stinger work? AI, what the fuck is wrong with this fucking thing?"

"Standard stingers are ineffective against personnel with marine upgrades. An RS-1 would be needed to affect the concubine Marcy. It is recommended that you cease your attempts to render her unconscious as it is probable Corporal Rico will press charges against you if you succeed," the AI replied.

"Johnny doesn't need to know, because he gave us full permissions with the AI. He trusts us enough to let us make decisions in his name. I'll be sure to tell him when he gets home though, he'll be glad to know we're helping out. He loves kids and would want to make sure they're taken care of properly."

Sub-Decurion Cullens' face was bright red by now. "He's crazy! He's fucking insane to do that! Get the fuck out of here, all of you."

Marcy gave a kind of bouncy shrug. It made her tits sway and threaten to jump out of the halter top. "No problem." She turned to the naked concubines. "Come on girls, I'll walk you back to your pod."

Chrissy grabbed Freddie's hand, pulling him and her aunt out the door, following Marcy and the two girls. Megan bounced eagerly along after them. When the hatch shut behind them, Chrissy called out to Marcy. "Did Johnny really give you permission like that?"

Marcy turned around, hugged Chrissy, and looked down into her eyes. "He really did, he's wonderful. Let me tell you what he did for me last night." She took Chrissy's free arm and started walking.

The story she told painted Johnny in a very good light. Chrissy, who had known Johnny for years, seemed very happy for her friend as well. "I wish I was that brave," she told Marcy. "I don't think I could trust very many people as much as he does you." She squeezed Freddie's hand. "I think I could have done the same for you, Freddie. I'm so glad we can do this together."

Freddie smiled and squeezed her hand back, half listening as Marcy went on with her story. The naked girls with the babies kept looking back at him with a lot of blushing and giggling between glances. They looked kind of familiar, and watching their bare behinds as they walked was turning him on. "Do I know you two?"

That set them off giggling again. "Not really," the bottle-blonde, Hazel, answered. "We know you though." "Well...," Angie said, "We don't really know you, we know your sister, Harry, from school."

That would explain it. "Did you get picked up at that field hockey game?"

"Yeah," Angie sighed, "I didn't get to say goodbye to my parents, but they wanted me to get picked up if I could."

Hazel shifted the baby she carried. "Mr. Arnez picked us, these are his kids."

"Mr. Arnez? Dizzy Arnez? I didn't know he was a sponsor."

"Don't call him that," Hazel snapped.

"I don't think he minds," Freddie said. "That's what his buddies in the Marines called him." They walked a few steps in silence, then he asked the question that had been bugging him. "Wasn't he married?"

The two girls looked at each other. Angie shrugged, and Hazel answered. "I don't think she knew he was a sponsor either. She divorced him over the summer, didn't even tell him she was pregnant."

"She's a stupid bitch," Angie said. "I heard some of the other teachers talking about it. She left him because she wanted a guy with legs. I mean he's nice to everyone, even the kids who cause trouble, he's smart and gentle and treats you like a grownup, but she dumped him because he couldn't take her out dancing."

Freddie shook his head. "He's a good guy, but he doesn't take any shit. I remember one kid got in his face, tried to push him around. I guess he figured with the wheelchair and all, Dizzy wouldn't be able to do anything. When the kid swung at him, Dizzy put him down hard."

"That really happened?" Hazel asked.

"I saw it with my own eyes."

"Wow," Angie said, "I can't wait until he comes home, I always had a little crush on him, but...."

"But you're a horny little virgin and you want him to finish what he started last night," Hazel finished for her.

Angie blushed bright pink. "Well... yeah. You do too, I know you do."

"What, two cuties like you and he didn't make love with you all night?" Marcy asked.

It was Hazel's turn to blush. "No... we both wanted too, but he knows we're virgins and he wanted to make it special. He wanted his legs back first. He teased us a lot though. I've never cum like that before."

Behind them Megan blurted out, "If he's so nice, why is he making you go naked?"

Both of them stopped, turned to face Megan, then looked at each other, faces bright red. They'd been holding the babies over their chests, and letting the babies' blankets drape down to cover their crotches. Now they asked Marcy and Chrissy to hold the twin boys. The two of them posed with their feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind their backs. Both of them had smallish breasts, and only a little fuzz of hair above their fourteen-year-old pussies.

"My sponsor," they recited in unison, "wants to be sure I will obey him. I will remain naked until I earn the privilege of clothing. Standing like this is embarrassing to me, but I do it gladly to prove my loyalty to him. You may look but not touch." The two of them were clearly uncomfortable with Freddie and the others looking at their naked bodies.

He put his arm around Chrissy and looked at the baby she held. The tiny boy had fallen asleep while they walked. "In nine months," he told her, "you're going to be holding our own baby."

"I know, isn't it wonderful?" She stood on her toes to kiss him.

"Um..." Megan said to the girls, "you look nice and all, but why are we stopped in the hallway?"

"We're not allowed to move until the person who asked us says so, or the AI tells us." Hazel answered.

"Ooooh..." Megan grinned and waggled her eyebrows at the girls. "I have you now my pretties," she cackled in an exaggerated imitation of the Wicked Witch of the West. Her mother slapped the back of her head. "Okay, fine. You can move, I was just teasing."

Chrissy winked at Freddie. "That's okay Megan, but to show them that you really didn't mean anything by it, you can take off your shift and walk in front with them."

Megan looked wide eyed at her cousin. Then, realizing Chrissy was serious, she quickly stripped the gray shift off and handed it to her mother. Her face was, if anything, redder than the other girls', but she stepped confidently up to the girls and took up the same pose. "I really was only teasing. Friends?"

The girls looked her up and down, then giggled. "Friends." They walked hand in hand to the girls' pod, then the girls took the babies and stepped inside.

"AI, tell the girls I'm on my way, we need to pick out what we're going to wear tonight," Marcy said, then hugged Chrissy again. She did the same to Freddie, whispering, "You take good care of her, or you'll have to deal with me." She smiled when she said it, but Freddie got the feeling she was serious. She practically skipped down the corridor, presumably headed for Johnny's pod.

Chrissy took the shift from Heather and handed it to Megan. "You did good, and I'm not mad at you for teasing them. I just need to be sure you'll obey. I don't want to lose you." She put Megan's hand in Freddie's. "You two go on home, I need to talk to Heather." Through the AI link, she explained, <I'm going to explain to her about Harry being in charge, I don't want any misunderstandings. Can you do the same with Megan?>

Freddie nodded to her and started walking. Their pod was on a different ring, in the other half of the ship, so he had plenty of time to explain before they arrived. Megan walked quietly along beside him, and when he was done she kissed his hand before repeating what he'd told her back to him so he could be sure she understood.

When the hatch opened, Wanda squealed and dragged her cousin off to the kitchen where the other girls were hanging out at the table. Freddie nodded to Paul, who was on the couch typing on a laptop. It looked just like his sister's, but with the replicators available, it was probably a duplicate. Freddie went into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed. "AI, why can't we just take them as supernumeraries?"

"It is not recommended you access that information at this time."

That was odd, it wouldn't tell S.D. Cullens, but it hadn't actually refused to tell him. He decided he needed to know. "Tell me why not."

"Private Martin appears to have suffered several psychotic episodes since her extraction. It is unlikely she would achieve a CAP score of six point five or higher if she were to take a CAP test at this time. It is predicted that if you remain in a joint household with her, and she does not recycle the concubine Molly, her CAP score will stabilize between six point six and six point seven within three months of giving birth. This prediction assumes she does not discover the effect the episodes have had on her score."

"So what happens in a year?" he asked.

"When probabilities indicate her score has stabilized, both of you will be prompted to retest. If your score is a seven or higher, or hers is a six point five or higher, you will be authorized additional concubines or supernumeraries on a permanent basis."

"What happens if she doesn't pass?"

"She will be assigned to you along with her current concubines on a temporary basis, provided that is mutually agreeable. If she remains in your care, probability approaches unity that she will re-qualify within three years assuming you continue to treat her in such a way as to show that you value her."

"Value her? Of course I'm going to value her. I love her!"

"That is why her score is predicted to return to sponsor level. Again, informing her of this issue will delay or possibly prevent stabilization of her score at a qualifying level."

"Fuck!"

"That is also recommended," the AI said. It couldn't possibly be a joke, could it?

"I'll do what I can. Let me know if there is anything I can do that I'm not, or something I'm doing that I shouldn't."

"Acknowledged."

That was kind of scary. He'd known she'd gone overboard, but hadn't realized discovering her mother's betrayal had affected her that much. He'd have to see what he could do to help boost her score, maybe if he presented it as increasing it to seven so she could keep her aunt and cousin.... "AI," he said, "send Harry in here." He sat up on the bed to wait for her.

His sister came in looking nervous. He patted the bed beside him. "Come sit down, we need to talk."

Her hands shook as she sat, so she clasped them in her lap. "This is about me needing to get pregnant, isn't it?"

Freddie's mouth was dry. He had to swallow before he could speak. "Yeah, I guess Megan told you?"

Harriet nodded. "Like I told Chrissy this morning, I'll do whatever you tell me, and try to like it. I knew I'd be having babies if I came with you, not quite so soon, but I knew it. I like Megan, I don't want her and her mom to be whores. I know you don't either, so I'll make it easy for you." She rubbed her hands together. "I want to have a baby. I've always wanted to be a mom, this is just a little sooner than I'd planned."

Freddie hugged his sister. "I love you Harry. I have ever since the first time I saw you in the hospital." He leaned back so he could look at her, one of his hands on each of her shoulders. "Everything will be alright, you'll see."

"I know, Freddie, I know."

"I'm going to kiss you now Harry," he told his little sister.

Harriet gasped in surprise, then nodded, but she didn't look away. Freddie slid closer, moving one hand behind her head and his other to her waist and pulled her to him. His lips touched hers, and he tried to make the kiss an expression of his love for her. Nothing. There was no spark at all, not the overwhelming sensation he got from Chrissy, nor the warmth he got from Gina, or even the eager sexiness of Kitty. He'd heard the phrase 'like kissing your sister' before, but now he understood what it meant.

"This isn't going to work, is it?" he asked.

Harriet shook her head. "No. I love you big brother, but I'm sorry, you just don't do anything for me. I meant what I said before though. If you want me to do it with you, I'll do it."

Freddie had been hard nearly all day, but he couldn't have performed right then to save his life. The image of Harriet nude with her legs spread for him, looking at him the way she was now, guaranteed it. He smiled at her, trying to be reassuring. "We can do what we talked about and find someone for you, but it will have to be someone on the ship, or we could always have Kitty... um... collect some and put it in for you."

She must have sensed his hesitation about the second option, because she hugged him, then sat on his lap and put her hands on his shoulders. "Everything will be alright, you'll see," she said, echoing his own words. "I don't think we'll have a problem finding someone, but I'd like to try and find someone I like. Someone I'd want to be the daddy for my baby, even if it's only so I can pretend to myself that he wants that too."

What she said made a lot of sense. It left her open to get hurt, but at least he could give her the illusion of normalcy. "AI, give Harry access to information about the guys on board, and help her find someone who'll make her first time special. Help her find someone who'll make her happy, someone who'd be a good dad."

Harriet held him tight and laid her head on his shoulder. "Thank you Freddie," she whispered "I knew you'd take good care of me. I love you." She broke into quiet tears.

Freddie wrapped his arms around her, "I love you too, Harry. I'm proud of you. You've been so brave this whole time. You're going to do a great job keeping everything in order for us." He held her tight until she cried herself out. When she was still, he kissed her forehead. "Go wash your face, then get things set up for dinner."

He waited until she was in the bathroom, then joined the others. Chrissy, her two sisters, and her cousin were clustered around a laptop carrying on an animated discussion, punctuated by giggles. Kitty and Paul had a dance video game set up. Paul was losing badly, probably because he spent more time watching Kitty's boobs bounce than he did the prompts on the screen. Heather sat alone on the couch, looking worried.

<AI, relay to Chrissy. What's wrong with Heather?>

Chrissy looked up at him. <I told her about Mom. Can you sit with her, and maybe reassure her that we won't treat her like that?>

<I'll do what I can. Love you, Baby.> Freddie sat next to Heather, close, but not quite touching. She stirred as if she meant to move away, but instead settled right back where she started. She had roughly the same build as her sister, but was a few inches taller and thirty or forty pounds lighter. She had the same blonde hair and the same blue eyes. She was younger too, only thirty-one compared to her sister's thirty-eight. "Something is bothering you, Heather. You don't have to talk about it right this minute, but you're going to have to tell us today. We can't afford to keep problems secret in this household."

Heather smoothed out her shift to cover a little more of her plump thighs, then nervously gripped the tops of her bare legs with her fingers. She squeezed them so tight that the skin around her fingertips turned white. Freddie grabbed one of her hands with his own, turning it palm up, then placed his palm over hers and held her hand gently. She put her other hand on his, and they sat a moment in silence. "I've seen Molly act that way before," she said quietly. "Now Chrissy is doing it and from what she's told me, she's gone farther than her mother ever did. It scares me. Not for myself, but for Megan."

"Chrissy's not upset with Megan, she's not upset with either of you."

Watching from the corner of his eyes he saw a tear work its way down her cheek. "If she's like her mother, she will be. She won't like me, and really won't like Megan being pregnant with your baby."

"How do you know?"

"Because of what Molly did when I got pregnant with Megan." Freddie squeezed her hand encouragingly, but didn't respond. Eventually Heather continued. "She kicked me out of her house because she thought Megan was Paul's."

Freddie had to ask, "Is she?"

Heather shook her head. "No, not that I didn't want her to be," she sighed. "I fell in love with him the first time I saw him. I was only ten years old, and he was just about to marry Molly. When grandma died four years later, I went to live with him and Molly. He was always so nice to me. He made me feel loved, made me feel like I was worth something, like I was important. I did try to seduce him, but he wouldn't make love to me. When they got divorced, as soon as I heard about it I went after him. I knew if I caught him and treated him right he would always be there for me. I was too late though, Jo snapped him up before I even found him. I couldn't even hate her for it. I saw how much Paul loved her already."

"I don't think you'll have the same problem, look at her with Gina." He nodded at the girls clustered around the laptop. Chrissy had her arm around Gina's waist while she looked at something her sister pointed out on the screen. "Gina's pregnant, and Chrissy's not freaking out about it."

Heather shrugged. "I know. I still worry though. She looks so much like her mom, I guess I just expect her to act the same way." She started to cry. "I didn't say it made sense, but I'm scared. This whole thing scares me. I've protected Megan all her life, and now... and now...."

He pulled her to him and let his uniform tunic soak up her tears. <What is it with all the crying today?>

Chrissy looked over at him. <Everyone is just nervous and emotional. Things will be better once we get used to living together. The AI says that's why we'll take a month to get to Spindrift, so we have time to bond.>

He ran his fingers through Heather's shoulder-length blonde hair. She smelled good, and holding her felt right. Not as good as holding Chrissy, but still very nice. "Everything will be alright. How about if you help Harry in the kitchen, you probably know what everyone likes. She's in the bathroom washing up. Go in with her, get cleaned up, then help her make dinner."

"I will, thanks again for helping us." She glanced over at Chrissy. "I don't know how this is going to work. Sooner or later she's going to get jealous. Try to give her as much attention as you can, please?"

"I will." Freddie twined her hair around his fingers and pulled her head back. "You just do what she tells you, and when she asks you a question, make sure you tell her the truth." He kissed her, and felt the same kind of connection he did with the rest of Chrissy's family. She must have felt something too, judging by the stunned look on her face.

"The... the truth?"

"The truth," he repeated. "Don't try to hold anything back, or sugar-coat things to make her feel better. She's had more deception than she can stand." Freddie kissed her again, then stood up, still gripping her tangled hair. He didn't have to pull hard, he just gave her hair a gentle tug and she stood right up. "Go on, everything will be alright."

He watched her walk away. Even in the drab shift, and plump as she was, it was a nice view. Part of it, he was sure, was the fact that he knew she didn't have anything on underneath. Another part was that she had to do whatever he said. But there was something else... Freddie had no idea why these women affected him the way they did, but he wasn't going to question his feelings. The situation he was in was so much better than he'd thought it was going to be when he was picked up, that he didn't want to do anything to jeopardize it. What Heather had said made sense though. He should make sure to give a lot of attention to Chrissy. He walked up behind her, put his arms around her waist, leaned down, and nibbled on her ear. "Hey Baby, whatcha doin?"

Chrissy leaned into him, entwining her fingers with his. "Just looking at some pictures. I asked them to have the remote scan our photo albums when it retrieved the transporter nexus. Gina's going to send them all to Daddy before we leave orbit."

He held her and looked at the pictures with them while dinner was prepared. With the replicators it didn't take long. In fact it took Heather and his sister longer to order the food and set the table than it did for the kitchen replicator to create the food. Freddie sat with Chrissy at one end of the table. Gina sat next to him, with Paul and Wanda by her. Kitty was next to Chrissy, then Harriet and Megan. Heather was at the far end of the table.

While they ate, the girls talked. Paul didn't say much, and kept staring across the table at Kitty while she ate her salad and picked at her lasagna. Chrissy must have noticed, because she motioned to Kitty with her fingers and, when the girl leaned over, whispered in her ear. Kitty blushed slightly, glanced at Paul and whispered, "Okay."

She stood up, put her hands on the table and bent over, giving Paul a direct view inside her tied-off blouse. "Hey Paul, do you like my boobs?" The boy turned bright red, stuttered something unintelligible and nodded. "Do you want to see them?" He nodded again, and watched with his mouth gaping open as she untied her top, took it off and draped it over the back of her chair. Her C-cup breasts swayed invitingly, and her perky nipples were hard. "Don't forget to eat, okay?"

"Paul." Chrissy waited for a response, and when he didn't answer, she slapped the table. "Paul!" He turned to look at his sister. "You can look all you want, but don't touch. Do you understand?" He nodded again. "I can't hear you nod. If you touch her or she touches you, she could get killed. Do you understand that?"

His blush vanished as all the blood left his face, and his eyes widened. "I didn't know. I just thought we'd get in some trouble."

"When you turn thirteen, you can do some stuff, but until then hands off. Got it?"

He nodded. "I understand. I don't want her to die. I promise I won't touch her." Chrissy raised her eyebrows. "I won't touch anyone else either."

Chrissy stared at him, then nodded firmly. "If you want to look, you ask. You ask nicely and if she or one of the others don't mind, and if they have time they can show you anything they want." She looked at Kitty. "Good girl. You can get dressed now."

Kitty reached for her top, but hesitated, watching Chrissy. "I... I don't mind if he looks. If... If I leave it off until after dinner, maybe he'll be able to play better later? It would be more fun that way...." Her voice trailed off and she looked quickly at Freddie as if seeking approval, then back to Chrissy.

Chrissy beckoned her over again, then reached up, put her hand behind Kitty's head and pulled her close. "That's a good idea Kitty dear, it might even work, and it will get him used to seeing it when he goes out." She kissed Kitty softly on the lips. "You know that you don't have to though, right?"

"I..." Kitty looked around the table. "I know I don't have to, but I want to help. I want to show that I'll do anything you need."

"Okay," Chrissy said, "anyone else want to join Kitty?"

To Freddie's surprise, his sister stood up. "I don't really want to, but I think I should. I think all of us should. You've let us have clothes when you didn't have to. You've treated us like people." She rubbed the side of her face. "You hurt me, but you treated me like a human when you did it. You had a reason, too, and it wasn't just to see if you could trust me, but to show me that I could do what you need me to do." Harriet looked around the table. "They've put me in charge. That means I'm responsible for what you do. I don't think we need to do things like this often, but we should do it at least once so that everyone knows their place." She put her hand on Kitty's bare shoulder. "Take your skirt off too, Kitty. Let's show our sponsors that we understand they're in charge. Let's show each other that we have what it takes to be good concubines."

Gina looked at the head of the table. "You've got to be kidding, this wasn't what you meant when you put her in charge, was it?"

Freddie hadn't really thought about it when he and Chrissy had decided, but he wasn't going to undermine his sister's authority.

Chrissy responded, but she winked at him and smiled. "Harry's in charge, if she thinks you should strip down and give Paul a show, then you do it. If you think she's gone too far, what are you supposed to do?"

Gina looked down at her plate. "Do what she says, then email you."

"And?" Chrissy demanded.

"Don't whine about it."

Chrissy nodded, and pointed at Harriet, who already had her blouse unbuttoned. "Besides, she's not telling you to do anything she isn't doing herself." Chrissy sipped from her glass of juice. "Harry, give her a punishment tonight."

Harriet dropped her uniform skirt to the floor. "What kind of..." She stopped herself, "I will Chrissy." She turned to the others. "Come on girls. Clothes off. Show Freddie and Chrissy you can obey orders."

Megan popped out of her chair, stripped off her shift, folded it, and sat naked on her chair. When she noticed Freddie looking at her, she blushed, but started eating, trying to pretend she ate dinner naked every night. Heather was slower to obey, but she didn't complain at all and was seated again before Gina. After a moment, Wanda stood up, stripped down to her panties, then sat down again, arms folded across her budding breasts. She wasn't yet twelve, but she already had a little bit up top.

Harriet walked around the table, put her hands on the backs of Paul and Wanda's chairs and leaned down so her head was level with Wanda's. Ignoring Paul's watching eyes, she asked the girl, "Why did you take your clothes off?"

Wanda's face was bright red, but she looked at Freddie's while she answered. "I want to be a good concubine too, so I'm practicing."

Harriet thought about that for a moment, then grabbed Wanda's wrists and gently moved the eleven-year-old's hands to her lap. "If you're going to practice, do it right." Wanda's blush spread to her neck and chest, and she looked down at her plate. "Go ahead and eat, Sweetie," Harriet told her, "I'm sure Chrissy is proud of you for being so mature."

Chrissy slipped her hand into Freddie's lap and felt his hard-on through his trousers. <Is my little sister turning you on?> she subvocalised, tracing the outline of his dick with her fingers.

Fortunately he didn't have to answer. Harriet moved behind Gina and put her hands on the older girl's shoulders. "Am I correct in assuming you're going to try and get Megan and Heather pregnant tonight?" she asked Freddie.

"AI, will they be fertile tonight?"

"Twenty minutes in a sleep trainer will be required to advance ovulation sufficiently for them to be impregnated this evening," the AI answered.

Chrissy squeezed his dick again. <Tell her yes.>

"That's right." Freddie told his sister. "We'll do it tonight." Megan smiled brightly, blushing again, and at the end of the table, her mother tried to do the same.

Harriet's expression was thoughtful. "If you don't think this is an appropriate punishment," she said, "I'll come up with something else. I didn't know about the instructions Gina had, but Chrissy is right. We've got to obey promptly. We're lucky to have sponsors who really care about us." She looked straight at Freddie. "I hope this is okay with you, it seems to fit with the way you and Chrissy have started out." She leaned close to Gina's ear and whispered. Gina's eyes widened and she shook her head. "Do it," Harriet ordered.

Gina gave a little moan, then slipped under the table and crawled to kneel between Freddie's legs. A moment later she had his dick out of his pants and down her throat. He felt like he ought to object, but it felt too good for him even try to stop her.

Beside him Chrissy giggled. "That's a good one Harry, very appropriate. Gina, I hope you learn your lesson from this. Paul, Wanda, if you want to come watch you can. You're probably going to see a lot of this, might as well get used to it. The rest of you finish eating." She moved her chair back so she could stand by Freddie, and kissed him, then fed him little bites of lasagna. <Some punishment,> she said through the AI, <I think I'm jealous.>

The distraction of eating and the strangeness of being watched by a couple of kids was almost enough to keep him from cumming. Almost. Gina was good, and soon he was spurting into her talented mouth. Paul was curious, but he seemed more interested in watching Kitty and Harriet than his nearly naked sister. Wanda though, seemed to be fascinated.

When Gina finished, Chrissy pulled her out from under the table by her hair. "You missed some Sis." Chrissy said, wiping some of Freddie's jizz off her sister's chin. She licked it off her fingers with a smile. "We don't want this to go to waste." She used her index finger to wipe another spurt from Gina's neck and held it out to her eleven-year-old sister. "Want to try some?"

Wanda leaned over and sucked Chrissy's finger clean. The movement put her tiny breasts right in front of Freddie's eyes. He felt dirty inside for wanting to reach out and touch them. His dick popping up again at the sight of her sucking his cum off his wife's finger made it worse. "That's enough," he said, tucking his dick back in his pants, "everyone back in your seats." He grabbed Chrissy and pulled her into his lap.

She giggled, kissed him, then whispered in his ear. "That was so hot I it makes me want to do you right here. The only reason I'm not already is it would mess up the lesson Harry just gave everyone."

<The only reason I don't have you bent over this table,> he told her, <is I need to save some to get a couple of girls pregnant.>

"You can do that anytime you want."

Freddie picked up his fork and fed her a bite of lasagna. He untucked her t-shirt with his other hand then slipped his hand inside underneath both tunic and t-shirt to cup one of her soft breasts. Wanda, red faced, ate her supper while pretending not to watch them. Harriet determinedly ate her food, then as if her state of undress didn't bother her at all, started cleaning up, with Kitty helping. Paul watched them, food forgotten.

When everyone appeared to be done eating, Freddie called out to Harriet. "We want everyone except for Heather and Megan to go upstairs and stay there until morning. They can finish cleaning, just get everyone upstairs. We'll have breakfast in the Mess tomorrow. We want you all dressed and ready to go ten minutes before the scheduled time." He didn't remember what time that was, but knew that Chrissy had put breakfast on the schedule.

Freddie looked at Wanda. "I want you to put on a nightgown or something."

The girl's face fell, but Chrissy got up and whispered in her ear, and Wanda's eyes brightened. She stood in front of him, hands clasped in front of her stomach. "You're going to be like my daddy, right?"

"That's right."

"Well..." Wanda looked back at Chrissy who nodded encouragement. "When my sisters were my age, they would wear Daddy's t-shirts to bed. Can I wear yours?"

Freddie suspected that Chrissy just wanted to tease him. He almost ordered one from the replicator, but figured there couldn't be any real harm. With a sigh, he undid his tunic, then stripped off his t-shirt, and handed it to the little blonde girl.

She didn't put it on. Instead, she moved closer and asked him timidly, "Can I have a goodnight kiss too? Please?"

"Go ahead," Chrissy said, "Little girls need goodnight kisses. She doesn't really remember getting them from Daddy."

"Okay." He was unprepared for her reaction. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, with her panty-clad pussy rubbing against his hard-on. She rubbed her little titties against his chest, then kissed him. It was open mouthed and sloppy, but sent sparks through him.

"Private Clay, that behavior is borderline," the AI announced. "Genital contact with a dependent under the age of thirteen is prohibited."

Freddie grabbed Wanda under her arms and lifted her off of his lap. "No more of that, put that t-shirt on right now." She did, but the teardrops rolling down her cheeks tugged at his heart. "AI, is this acceptable?" He put his hands on her hips and pulled her to him. He could still feel her little nipples through the t-shirt as he kissed her, but she wasn't able to rub her crotch against him in this position. Even so, the touch of her soft, warm lips on his sent a thrill through his body, and his dick was ready to go again. There was just something about the women in Chrissy's family that turned him on.

"There are no regulations prohibiting that type of embrace."

"Things are going to be okay, Princess," he told Wanda, "I love you already. You just need to grow up a little."

Chrissy put her arms around them both. "See, I told you. He likes you just fine. I'll be Mommy for you for a while, and Freddie will be Daddy. When you turn thirteen he'll be your lover, and in three years he'll be the daddy for your babies."

"I'd do it now," he said, "but that would get us in a lot of trouble." Freddie kissed the blonde pre-teen again. "The AI will answer any questions you have, but for now, go on upstairs. Your 'mommy' and I have something to do."

"You mean someone don't you, Daddy?" Wanda blushed bright red and covered her mouth.

"You're old enough to understand. You're also old enough not to embarrass people more than they need to be." Freddie turned her around, and gave her a light smack on her cute little ass. "Go upstairs." Chrissy giggled and straddled his lap, kissing him the same way her sister had. "You really do like her, don't you?" she whispered in his ear.

<So help me I do. You've got to tone it down though.> He slipped his hands inside the back of her uniform trousers and under her panties. <I wanted to do more than kiss her. I like you best though.> He kissed her again, biting her lower lip gently, then turned his attention to the others in the room. "I want the rest of you to put something on too. There is no way Paul can win at that game if you don't." As he expected, Paul groaned in frustration. "I'll make you a deal Paul. If you win the game, you can pick one of them and they have to take everything off for the rest of the night. If you lose though, you get an extra hour of schoolwork."

Harriet gasped in surprise, but she didn't say anything. All Paul said was "Um...."

"It's a win-win for you," Freddie told his new brother in law, "If you win, you get to see a beautiful girl naked, and if you lose, you have more time to study and raise your CAP score. Girls, after the first game, you can bet him again, but don't run up more than four extra hours against him." That got him a snicker from Kitty. "Okay, all of you upstairs now, leave the rest of the cleanup until tomorrow."

Freddie occupied himself by kissing his wife's neck while they filed out. When they were gone, he undid her tunic and tossed it across the room, then picked her up and carried her out to the couch.

"Megan, Heather, come on out please." Chrissy pointed to the office door. "Take off your shifts, then go into the office and lie down in one of the sleep trainers. The AI will make it so you get pregnant tonight. We'll wait here for you." When they had gone, Chrissy pulled her t-shirt up over her head, and knelt up straddling him so her nipples were level with his mouth. "I think I'll like feeding a baby, want to help me practice?" In response, he took one in his mouth and suckled gently. "Ooooh, that feels so good. Be gentle with Megan tonight please. I was so sore after our first tme, and I don't want her hurt that way."

"Okay," he mumbled around a delicious mouthful of tit. One of his hands slid back into her pants and massaged her soft ass, while the other gently tweaked her other nipple.

"You're going to be a good daddy for our family. I checked with the AI and it said so. It also said that we're a very good match for each other, comp... Ahh... compatible CAP scores. Oh god... Ahhh... oh... Daddy...." She shuddered and collapsed on to him, her head on his shoulder. "I don't freaking believe it," she murmured, "I just came. Johnny is a freaking genius." Chrissy pushed back and looked him in the eyes. "I have to tell you, I always had a crush on Johnny. He was nice to me in school, helped me with some homework, I was going to ask him out, but that harpy got her hooks into him."

"Do you still want him?" Freddie asked, trying not to let the hurt show.

In answer, she kissed him rubbing her tits on his bare chest, then slipped onto the floor between his legs. She undid his uniform trousers, pulled out his dick, and kissed it tenderly. "Does this answer your question?" Her warm fingers jacked him gently while she talked. "I had a crush on him, thought maybe I loved him, but I didn't. I do like him, and after he told me to pick you, I owe him big time. I had a crush on you too, from the first day you started work. You were always nice to me too, but I didn't dare ask you out, what if you said no? I'm trying to explain how I know I love you and it's not just a crush. If I'd asked Johnny out, and he'd said no, I could live with that, but you... I just couldn't. I didn't even think to ask you to come with me, not until Johnny told me I should."

"I felt the same, I wouldn't have been able to work with you if you'd said no, and we really needed the money."

"I've got to tell you this too. I might love you too much. I'm jealous and don't like sharing. I know I have to, no I don't mean it like that. I know I need to share you. That the sharing will help our family. I had a long talk with the AI about that too, that's why I asked keep it in our family. I mean I'm not going to go out and look for more, no other guys for me, just you. I mean it's hard enough sharing you with the others...."

"I'm not going to look for any guys either," he told her with a smile. Her face fell and he knew she hadn't taken the joke well. "I'm sorry, Baby. I'm not going looking for any other girls either. I you are plenty for me, add in the others and I don't think I can keep up with you."

"Okay, I think we can both live with that. I'm not going to sleep with anyone, male or female outside our family. That's what happened with my mom, what caused all the trouble. The AI told me about that too, she wanted to try women, and whoever it was she was sleeping with convinced her she was lesbian when she's obviously bisexual. She's a slut like me." Chrissy stopped talking for a bit, and licked the head of his dick, looking up at him with her pretty blue eyes. "According to the AI, Daddy probably wouldn't have minded sharing her with other women, as long as she brought them home. It isn't sure what made her go all crazy though. It seems she really thought he was cheating too, but the AI is pretty sure he wasn't. I think if there turns out to be someone you really want to have sex with, that would be alright, as long as you brought her home, and maybe you could ask first? What do you think?"

"I think you think too much," Freddie told her. He wanted to grab her head and shove his dick down her throat, but he didn't.

"Yeah, you're probably right. I'm glad you don't want to do Harry, that means more for me, but we need to make sure the others get some of you. While we wait though, you owe me like five loads of cum, and I mean to collect one right now." Chrissy quit burbling and added her warm mouth to the hand on his prick and he wasn't able to think for a while.

When he spurted into her mouth, she sucked on him greedily, not losing a drop. It seemed she really meant what she said, she wanted his cum. She even licked her lips and the head of his dick to make sure she'd gotten it all. If he told her to get naked and crawl under the dinner table, would she really do it? Could she really want that? Or did she think she needed to do things like that keep him? Freddie did his pants back up and pulled Chrissy into his lap. "I love you, Baby," he said.

Chrissy smiled brightly. "I love you too." He kissed her, not caring that he'd just filled her mouth with cum. They went over the next day's schedule, arranging times in the medtube for their concubines. When Heather and Megan came out of the office, Chrissy waved the naked mother and daughter to seats on the couch. She didn't put her t-shirt back on, but she did blush nicely when Freddie played with her tits while they worked.

Chrissy's aunt kept her hands clasped in her lap, staring down at them, but her fourteen-year-old cousin's eyes never strayed far from Freddie's hands as he fondled his wife's warm, soft breasts. They scheduled most of their family time in the medtube the next afternoon, ship time, as all the slots were used up both overnight and in the morning. Molly, though, they scheduled toward the end of the time allotted for modifications, two days after 'Dawn' was scheduled to break orbit.

They checked their emails, adding some mandatory meetings to their joint schedule, and granted permission for their concubines and dependents to accept an invitation to a 'hyperspace' party. They all granted permission for everyone except Molly to use the Confederacy wide email system. There was a confirmation that the message Freddie had sent to his dad was received by the hyperspace relay point in the Heimdallat system, but the estimated delivery time was five weeks away, apparently his ship was out of the system and not due back until after their own arrived at Spindrift. In addition, there were several emails from Chrissy's dad. One of them was even addressed to Freddie. Chrissy opened hers and started crying again. "He loved me all that time, I thought he didn't want me, but he did. I should have tried harder to talk to him."

Beside them, Megan sniffed. "I never knew mine. Mom would never talk about him." It was the first time Freddie had seen the girl looking sad. "All I know is that he died before I was born."

"Oh Honey," Heather said, "That was because I didn't want Paul to get in trouble. I knew Molly would use it against him." She took her naked daughter in her arms and hugged her tight.

"Tell her now," Freddie said, "I know that if Molly thought Chrissy's dad was her dad, other people might think the same thing."

Chrissy shook her head. "No, I kind of hoped you were my sister, Megan. I thought maybe you were, Mom was so insistent that Daddy had cheated, but the AI says you aren't. I do want to know, though, why would Daddy be in trouble?"

"Because he knew about it. He even encouraged it." Heather stroked her daughter's hair. "I was your age when I moved in with Paul and Molly. I tried to seduce him the first weekend I was with them. I wasn't as obvious about it as you are, but I wanted him so bad. I wanted someone to love me like he loved Molly. I kept after him until I was almost sixteen. I didn't stop because I didn't want him. I stopped because he found me someone to love."

Heather's eyes turned distant, staring into the past. "Sean wasn't even eighteen yet. His mom had signed for him to join the Army. He had just finished Jump School at Benning and had ten days travel time and leave. He didn't want to go home, so he reported early. The battalion was in the field, but Paul had stayed behind for some reason. Whoever was supposed to decide where he would go wasn't available, so the OIC told Paul to take care of him. Paul talked to him for a while, and decided to bring him home. I came down for breakfast in the morning and there your father was, sleeping in Paul's living room. Gina woke him up, poking his nose, and when he stood up, I couldn't breathe, it was just like magic."

Heather looked at Chrissy. "I don't know if you remember him, but you saw him too. Gina ran away when he sat up, so he stared at me. I used to sleep in one of your Daddy's t-shirts. I was still trying to get him to notice me. Of course he had noticed me, I found that out a seven years ago when I found him, he just didn't let it show. Anyway, Sean and I were just staring at each other when your father came down the stairs carrying you. 'Sean, this is my sister in law Heather,' he said. Then he pushed me a little. 'Heather, this is Sean. He doesn't have to report in until next Monday.' From the way he said it, I knew he had that grin on his face, the one he gets when he's teasing someone."

"I remember Daddy's grin," Chrissy said, "but I'm sorry, I don't remember your father at all Megan. Please, tell us what happened next, Heather."

Megan didn't say anything. She just waited for her mother to continue. Tears dripped down Heather's face. "Your father turned his grin on Sean, 'Heather doesn't start school until next Tuesday, are you sure you want to report early?' Megan, Megan, I wish you could have seen your father blush and stammer. No, of course he didn't want to report early, he'd just finished sixteen weeks of training. The only reason he'd tried to report early is that he didn't have anywhere else to go."

"Paul told me to make breakfast for everyone, then he took you girls upstairs to get dressed. He left me alone with this really hot soldier who was only two years older than me. After breakfast, he took you and Gina out for a walk. By that time I'd gotten Sean talking, and he was really nice. I wasn't sure if he was as nice as Paul, he was too shy to know for sure, but he was so sweet with you two girls, and the way he looked at me made me all gooey inside, even more than your father did and I'd never thought that would be possible."

"Chrissy, your father is a great judge of men, women not so much, but he knows men. He told me later that he'd been looking for someone who was good enough for me, and that Sean was the first one who even came close. But that was later. There we were, me and Paul and Sean at the kitchen table, and Paul comes right out with it. 'I'm off duty for the weekend, then I have Monday through Friday next week. Heather, you still need to watch the girls next week, but Sean can watch them with you. I'll leave you Molly's car. Sean, we have things planned, but you are invited to come with us.' Well, both of us wanted what he offered, so we agreed."

"Your mother had taken that week for some woman's seminar in Charlotte, she'd said it was for the college credits, but knowing what I learned later, I think that was the first time she cheated on him. I'd planned to crawl naked into bed with your father every night she was gone, try one last time to make him love me. I forgot all about that when I saw Sean. That weekend, we had picnics and went fishing, and spent time together. I had visions of sneaking into bed with Sean instead, and was trying to figure out how to get past your father.

Sunday afternoon, he dropped the bomb. He sent you two outside to play, and sat us down at the kitchen table. 'I've seen the way you two have been looking at each other.' He pulled a box of condoms out of the bag and tossed it on the table. 'No means fucking no.' he said, 'Heather is my little sister now, if you hurt her, I'll fuck you up and drag you into the orderly room to report in, then you'll spend the rest of your time in the battalion on extra duty. If she says no and you force her into anything, even if it's just a fucking kiss, you'll be on the books forever as a deserter. You fucking understand me?'"

"I don't think he'd cussed but three or four times in front of me before that. His eyes were scary and he wasn't even looking at me, he was staring at Sean. Sean was braver than most men though, he sat up straight and looked Paul right in the eye. 'I understand, I don't know why you're even letting me near her, I know she deserves better, but I'll never hurt her and never do anything she doesn't want me to.'"

"Paul stuck out his hand and they shook on it, then he looked at me. 'Sean's a good kid, but if you don't want him here, just say the word and he's gone. Don't try getting pregnant to make him marry you. If I even suspect you did that, I won't just deny you permission, I won't trust you anymore.' I think he knew even then, maybe even when she did it, what Molly had done to him. I think he might have loved her enough that he didn't care. I know he loved you kids.

"After Sunday dinner, Paul let me take Sean into my room after you girls went to bed. We didn't go all the way that night, I got scared, and Sean didn't push. I did suck him off though," Heather said, blushing a little. "That was a lot of fun. I gave him my virginity on Monday, and we... we fucked like bunnies every night. We ran out of condoms twice. The second time was Friday morning and Paul told us to buy our own, so Sean took Molly's car into Fayetteville. While he was there, he bought a ring and asked me to marry him that night."

"He did the whole traditional thing, down on one knee in the park by the house, then asked Paul's permission. Paul told him he'd sign for me, but that Sean couldn't marry until he turned eighteen. We set the date for his birthday. Over the weekend we did stuff with you, Gina, and your dad. You were so cute, you called him 'Unka Sawn'." Tears streamed down Heather's cheeks.

"What happened, Mommy?" Megan asked. "Why didn't he marry you?"

"Oh Honey," Heather sobbed, "I never even got to tell him I was pregnant. Your aunt Molly came back the same day Sean reported in, and she was acting funny so Uncle Paul and I decided to wait a while before we told her, just a week or two. It wasn't even September yet and the wedding was scheduled for December Second. Paul lent us his truck the next weekend, you remember the one with the camper shell? I swear we didn't leave that camper until I dropped him off just in time for formation on Monday morning. We ran out of condoms over the weekend, but I didn't worry about that anymore, we were going to be married you know? The next weekend, the Battalion jumped in on Drop Zone Sicily, but Sean's chute didn't open, and he didn't get his reserve out until just before he hit the ground."

"I wasn't listed as Sean's next of kin, so Paul had to tell me he didn't make it. I did okay. I went to school, studied hard, helped with you kids, anything I could not to think about Sean. I was still in shock when my birthday came, but I made it through the party one of the battalion wives arranged for me. I didn't break down until Sean's birthday. It was supposed to be my wedding day, but the man I loved was dead. I wanted to die too. Paul saw me leave the house. I'd taken his truck, so he followed me on his motorcycle. It was forty degrees and raining, but he loved me enough to follow me. There's a bridge just a couple miles out of Fayetteville with a nice long drop. I'd decided to die the same way Sean had, a long drop, and a sudden stop at the end, and all my pain would be over."

"Paul pulled me off the bridge, dragged me into his truck, and back home. I was pretty out of it by then, I couldn't talk to him. Why should I talk? Why should I do anything? I just wanted to die. He put me in the shower to warm me up, and saw I was pregnant. When he came back with my robe, he told me he knew. Told me that I if I loved Sean, I should raise his baby. He got through to me then, and I finally cried, I mean really cried, I'd been bottling it up inside for months. Paul carried me to my room, and laid me on the bed. I held onto him and wouldn't let him leave, so he held me, just held me, until I cried it all out, all my pain and grief." Heather looked up at Chrissy. "That's when your mother came in. My robe had come undone, but neither of us had noticed. Your father wasn't even hard. I would have known if he was, I knew what it felt like from all the teasing I'd done before." she smiled humorlessly. "You've heard of cheating people who say 'this isn't what it looks like'? It wasn't what it looked like. I'm telling the truth, the AI can check."

"I don't need the AI to know you're telling the truth," Chrissy said.

"Your mother didn't believe us. She accused me of trying to steal her man. She accused your father of cheating because she didn't want another baby. She just wouldn't listen, you know how she gets. When Paul left the house, she used grandpa's belt on me. Paul found out, and that was the first time I'd ever seen him really mad. The way he looked at her, I thought he could hurt her bad, maybe even kill her. I knew she wanted him to hit her. The Army is really strict about that, so I got between them. Still, me grabbing his arm wouldn't have stopped him if he'd lost control. Paul got me out of the house, the Battalion Sergeant-Major's daughter had gone off to college, his wife and him took me in."

"That wasn't the end of it though. Someone called the Fayetteville cops, told them Paul had gotten me pregnant and the Provost Marshall was covering it up. I'm pretty sure it was Molly that called. It caused trouble for Paul. One of the company commanders was a lawyer, and he talked to me. He said if Paul had encouraged me to have sex before I was sixteen, he would be in trouble. The captain said I didn't have to tell anyone who Megan's father was if I didn't want to. He also said that if there were other known relatives, they could try and take you away from me."

Heather hugged her daughter tight. "Honey, I just couldn't risk it. You were all I had left of Sean, I couldn't lose you too. I didn't want Paul to get in trouble either. I knew if Molly found out, she'd use it against him. If she could tell anyone now, she would. I don't know why she's the way she is, but that's what she'd do." Heather broke down, tears streaming from her blue eyes.

Chrissy moved to the other side of her aunt and hugged her. "Shh, it's okay, she can't do anything now."

Despite the fact that Chrissy was topless, and the other two were naked, it wasn't a sexy scene. Their tears and vulnerability made his heart ache. He wanted to protect them, to take their pain away, but he didn't know how. All he could do was try to show them he cared. Freddy shifted the naked fourteen-year-old into his lap, and put one arm around her mother. "I think Sean would be proud of you. It can't have been easy raising a child alone, but here she is, all grown up." Hoping a change of subject would help, he asked, "How did you do it?"

"Paul..." Heather's voice broke, but she forced herself to continue where she'd left off. It was like she felt she had to tell everything now that she'd started. Freddie realized she might feel that way because of what he'd said to her about telling the truth, but he didn't think it would be a good idea to try and take back what he'd said. "Paul helped as much as he could. He was there for me when you were born Megan. The Sergeant-Major got transferred a couple of months later, but by then Sean's insurance had come. When he'd in-processed, he'd assigned it to me. Four hundred thousand dollars, but I'd have given it all back to have just one more day with him. Paul took some leave to help me get settled in an apartment, and he brought you girls over to see us as often as he could."

"Molly wouldn't come. She'd demanded a DNA test while I was still in the hospital, but even with proof, she thought that just meant I'd been sleeping with someone else too. Megan was two before she said she forgave me. By then Paul had had to go over the wall to MacKall. His career was ruined, the MPs had been out to their quarters so many times. He was away most of the time for more than a year, and Molly calmed down a lot, she didn't even fight when he got some time off. She was good with Megan though. I thought that was strange because she would get upset whenever Paul held her. I think it might have been because he treated her like one of his own kids."

"We didn't see your family that much, maybe once or twice a month, unless Paul was deployed, then Molly would want us over at her house all the time. I didn't even know about the divorce until after it was final. After Paul married Jo, the Army sent both of them to the sandbox, so I moved close to you guys. I... I don't like being alone, and Molly was better than nobody. I'm not much of a letter writer either, so I lost touch with Paul after that. He knew I was living with you guys for a while, so I bet he sent Megan birthday cards the same as he did with you. I didn't think Molly would steal his mail, I was afraid he'd forgotten about us, afraid to ask him if he had, because what if it was true?"

"Daddy didn't forget us," Chrissy said, "he didn't give up on us, and we're not going to give up on him. We, all of us, are going to write him every week, even if it's just to send him some pictures." She took her aunt's face in both of her hands, turning her head up so they were eye to eye. "He was there to see the first of your babies, he'll want to know all about the rest of them."

"Babies..." Heather tried to pull away, tried to look away, but Chrissy held on tight. Megan stirred in Freddie's lap, but stilled when he gave her a little squeeze.

Chrissy straddled her aunt. Her nose touched the older woman's as she stared into her eyes. "You're going to have lots of babies, you knew that. You're going to help raise all of our babies. You love babies, I know you do." Chrissy brushed her lips against her aunt's. The seventeen-year-old's face was bright red, but her blue eyes gleamed with determination. "You're going to love the way Freddie will make you feel." She kissed her aunt forcefully.

Heather pushed her niece away. "N... no, we can't, it's wrong. I... I don't want...."

Chrissy grabbed the collar around Heather's neck. "Daddy didn't ask you what you wanted when he pulled you off that bridge, I'm not going to ask now. This collar means you have to do whatever we tell you, and tonight we're going to make sure you understand that." Megan inhaled sharply, but another squeeze of Freddie arm kept her quiet. Chrissy gave him a quick glance, then looked into her aunt's eyes again. "There will be no jealousy in this family. That's what happened when you lived with us before, but we're not going to let it happen again. The only way to keep that from happening is for us to share everything. Do... you... understand?"

Heather nodded warily, "Y...yes."

One hand gripping the collar, Chrissy ran one hand lightly down Heather's side, then kissed her again, hard. Heather moaned as Chrissy pulled away slightly gripping Heather's lower lip between her teeth. Megan watched her mother and cousin. The expression on her face was a mixture of shock and wonder. Chrissy's tongue explored her aunt's mouth for a moment, then she pulled away again. "Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't like that."

"I... I can't," Heather panted, "god help me Chrissy, I can't tell you that."

Chrissy's blush had spread all the way to her nipples, but she pretended what she was doing and saying didn't embarrass her. Her hands moved to Heather's swaying breasts, and her thumbs rubbed gently back and forth over her aunt's nipples. "My mom was right about one thing. You are a slut, just like the rest of us." Chrissy's face turned even redder as she said it, and probably to cover her feelings, she sucked a nipple into her mouth while Heather groaned with pleasure.

<AI, why is Chrissy doing this? It doesn't seem like her.> Freddie subvocalized.

<There are several factors,> the AI responded, <a large minority of female humans derive pleasure from pain, humiliation or embarrassment. Sexual activity will help the concubine Heather bond with Private Martin. The display is also predicted to arouse the Concubine Megan, making the bonding from her planned sexual activity tonight more effective. However, the largest factor is that Private Martin believes you will enjoy the visual stimulation she is providing.>

<You mean she's doing it for me?>

<<That is correct. The change in your vital signs verifies the logic of her actions.>

It was true, he was hard again, and without his realizing, one of his hands stroked Megan's inner thigh while the other traced her spine. Freddie nibbled on Megan's ear and whispered. "She loves you both very much."

Chrissy leaned over to her cousin and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Do you want Freddie to take you into our bedroom and make love with you?"

Megan's mouth opened in a small 'o' and she touched her lips with her fingertips. She took her hand away, looked at her fingers, then touched them to Chrissy's lips. "Will..." The fourteen-year-old hesitated, her blush rivaled Chrissy's. "will you join us?"

Chrissy's hands continued to tease Heather's nipples. "In a little while. The AI says you're a virgin, but that you have some experience with girls, is that right?"

Megan nodded and looked shyly into Freddie's eyes. "I did some things at Angel's house, but all I've done with boys is some kissing. I... I'd love for you to be my first."

A wave of possessiveness swept over him. Freddie wanted to keep these girls, these women, his women, to himself. He wanted to tell her he'd never share her, but he needed to talk things over with Chrissy. He didn't want to say anything to hurt his new bride, strange as that might seem given that he was about to get her younger cousin pregnant. "I'm honored to be your first." he said, then kissed her. She kissed back enthusiastically, moving to straddle him and rub her tits against his bare chest the same way Wanda had in the kitchen.

"Be gentle with her please Freddie, don't let her go overboard like I did."

Freddie stood. Megan wrapped her legs around him and held on tight. "I'll try." He walked into the bedroom, and laid her on the bed ignoring her moan of frustration when he stood up. Her blond hair lay like a halo around her face, and her pale white legs opened invitingly. A moment later he was naked between them. When he kissed her, Megan wrapped her legs around him again, trying to pull him inside her. He shifted positions slightly so his dick slid the length of her warm, wet, slit instead. "Fredd-ie, I want you inside me."

He kissed her neck. "Not yet, Meg, not yet." He kissed his way down to her tits, kissing them in tightening circles before concentrating on her nipples while he slid two fingers over her clit.

"Oh... oh, god." she moaned, then came with a near silent scream. Freddie kissed his way down between her legs and made her come twice more as she begged, "Make me a woman", before he relented. She only flinched a little when he broke her cherry, it didn't seem to hurt her hardly at all. She was tight though, tighter even than Chrissy. She tried to make him fill her cunt with one stroke, but she wasn't strong enough to make him do it. Instead, he slipped inside her hot, soaking, pussy a fraction of an inch at a time. "Give it to me, please," she whined.

"Shh, Meg, shh. You'll get it all." Once he was all the way in, he pumped in and out with slow, smooth, gentle, strokes.

"Faster, please, faster," she begged. He held off, keeping her on edge until he was about to cum, then he pumped for all he was worth before pinning her to the bed while he came hard, spurting several times while she twitched semiconscious underneath him.

"Here, lift her up, please," Chrissy said, stuffing pillows under her cousin's ass. He hadn't noticed her and Heather when they came into the room, but there they were, Chrissy smiling brightly, and her aunt looking nervous. Chrissy pushed him back on the bed. "Clean him off please," she said to Heather.

The older blonde hesitated, "But he just...."

"I said, 'Clean him off, please'." Before Chrissy's voice had been gentle, but there was a hint of steel there this time. Heather had more control than her sister, or maybe she just had more sense, because she went to work, gingerly at first but then with enthusiasm as Chrissy reached between her legs and stroked her pussy. "You're still wet, Heather. You can taste your daughter on him, can't you?"

"Um-hum." Heather moaned around Freddie's rapidly hardening dick. Chrissy grabbed her aunt by the hair, and dragged her between Megan's legs. Heather hesitated for only a second, then started licking.

"Uhhhhh," Megan moaned, "Ohhh, god, that's soooo good. Wait! Mommy? No..." Freddy grabbed her, held her down and kissed her hard. He didn't think it was necessary to make them do it together, but he had to back Chrissy up. Besides it was so hot. He leaned back to watch. "Oh," the fourteen-year-old moaned as her mother sucked on her clit. "Oh, yes. Suck me Mommy. Oh... Mommy... yes, yes..." Freddy let go of her hands, and the teen grabbed her mother's hair. "Mommy!" she screamed as another orgasm took her.

Chrissy gestured to him, and he moved behind Heather, slipping his dick inside the woman while she sucked his cum out of her daughter. Chrissy gave her aunt's ass a light smack. "Make her cum again," she said, "This is your test, I'd much rather watch you do this than beat you to see if you can hold your temper." She lay next to her cousin, kissing her and playing with her tits.

Heather came only once before Freddie shot a load deep inside her. As soon as he did, Chrissy pushed her down with a couple of pillows under her rear. "Both of you hold still, we want to make sure you get pregnant right away." She kissed Freddy and pushed him backwards on their king sized bed, her naked body on top of him. When had she taken her pants off? She'd still had them on when she came into the room. He couldn't remember, and he didn't care, because she sucked him into her mouth, cleaning the mixture of his sperm and her aunt's pussy juice off of him. When she was done, he had a vague impression that she gave her aunt the same treatment, but he was spent, and drifted off to sleep.

He woke during the night to find Chrissy sucking his dick. She seemed to have latched on in her sleep and she moaned when he pulled out of her mouth to go to the bathroom. Megan and Heather were snuggled together, and all three of them, like himself, were nude. Coming out of the bathroom it dawned on him that this was real. He could fuck them whenever he wanted, and only Chrissy could say no. He could do anything he wanted to them, any kinky thing he could think of. There was nothing, no matter how sick or twisted, that he couldn't make them do. He could live out all of his fantasies, everything he had ever daydreamed about.

But now that he had that power, he realized he didn't really want most of those things. He looked at Chrissy, curled on their bed and knew what he really wanted. He rolled her on her back, crawled between her legs, and gently slipped inside her. "I love you Baby," he whispered, as her eyes fluttered open in the dim light from the open bathroom door.

He didn't fuck her. Instead he made love to her, then, sated, cuddled with her, basking in the warm afterglow.