I’d been living on Terenn’s township 12 while my sponsor was off serving in the Navy, leaving me surrounded by all but one of my “sibling” concubines. Five of us stayed in the home pod while Gillian traveled with Faye, our sponsor.

The five of us did not spend our time awaiting Faye’s return in an idle way, no, kept everything in the pod in order, and, where possible, worked within the township to support the military.

What was funniest to me was that Faye, with a 8.1 CAP, had chosen me. Sure, it was on the advice of one of the Marines of the extraction team. What is not as funny is that Faye was not entirely dissatisfied having taken me, but, boy, did she ever give me a work-out during the trip.

And to think that I believed myself to be a dead fuck. It sure looked like I had the energy...

One thing that did help me was her choice to pare my body age back quite a ways-- when she was done with me, I looked like I was about fifteen years old. She’d done the same for the rest of her concubines even if three of the five girls were, like Faye herself, only fifteen.

I’d gotten along very well with Teri, our designated lead. Teri had been one of the teachers along on the school trip when Faye had picked up and had been invited. Teri had also lost a bunch of years as well, dropping much more than just half of her thirty-seven years.

It was good to be able to talk to someone who could keep up with my wise-cracking, well, at least most of the time.

Well, only forty percent of my obscure references went over her head, but, then, I had about twenty years of lifetime experience as an unfair advantage even though my CAP score was only one tenth below Teri’s.

So I got along well with Teri, which helped. I also had no problems getting along with Joy and Sam, though Lisa and I didn’t mix well at all, but, then, Lisa had a tendency to rub even Teri the wrong way. Lisa had an excuse, however, being that she was in her third trimester and was about to drop the bun that some boy had put in her oven before Faye picked her.

That Lisa had been impregnated by being date-raped likely didn’t put me in good odor with her ... and her decision to be exclusively lesbian wasn’t likely to be a sustainable choice here in the colonies. The rest of us pretty much stayed out of her way and she wasn’t getting even lesbian sex since Gillian had left with Faye. Even Teri tended to avoid anything that would set Lisa off.

Faye had given Teri a schedule for pregnancies, all in an effort to space them out a bit. Sam had been selected as the first to get pregnant by me which meant that I spent a month making the necessary arrangements while sleeping with her. Sam caught pretty quickly and the diagnostic nanos did let us know when it happened. Teri kept us together for the rest of the month to make sure that Sam was happy with this and it wasn’t going to be treated as a “fuck a baby into her and run” kind of mind set. To be honest, I was enjoying our time together and didn’t want to start with another.

Sam had been a tall and thin woman of 48 years, back on earth, and had been on the school trip to help since her daughter was along, one of the girls chosen by another volunteer. Sam was a far more cuddlesome package now with wider hips and just enough meat on her bones to keep me from getting bruises. I also had liked Sam’s skin color-- a slightly darker brown than Faye’s-- and her smell.

In some ways I regretted the teen-age sex drive my body gave me because it interfered with the ability to just enjoy a nap-time cuddle.

The next one scheduled for impregnation was Joy, who, we had learned during the trip out, had not been well-named. Even Faye had not pushed for Joy to put out during the trip, but, then, Faye had been bouncing my bones pretty hard, trying to catch up with the idea of being an adult.

It now took a lot of cuddling for Joy, another fifteen year-old girl, to finally start warming up towards me. Given Teri’s knowledge of her as a student she and I had discussed how to introduce her to the “making babies” mind set.

Given that Sam was still kind of clingy-- Gillian and Lisa had lower CAP scores-- it didn’t hurt when Sam helped me to cuddle Joy ... and Sam helped demonstrate to her that having sex wasn’t a bad thing.

And, the night Joy and I finally got it together, we did our best to make it pleasantly memorable.

The hugs Joy got from Teri in the morning helped more than I think Teri realized.

Within the first week, Joy had gone from a frightened and anxious little girl, to a full-throttle sex fiend. My young body could barely keep up with her.

To top it all off, it looked like Joy’s egg was fertilized on the night Lisa’s water broke. Teri called in the local midwife crew from the Civil Service representative.

Lisa’s baby was a boy, and, within a week, this new mother’s body had, except for her breasts, gone back to “normal” for her fifteen years of age. Lisa, even with the bond from her nursing him, wasn’t all that happy with William, named after the boy who’d made him, but we watched as she had to learn how to cope with a child, even with our help.

Those of us-- Teri and Sam, all of us old enough to have had children-- got a chuckle out of Lisa as she tried to adapt to her new role as “mother” without asking any of us for advice ... much less help.

Joy, however, got scared again ... and wasn’t interested in letting me between her legs. The damage had already been done, of course, her egg had implanted just fine, but both Sam and I knew that Joy would need to be comfortable again to deal with this. We couldn’t afford for her to remain traumatized after seeing her schoolmate with a baby.