Contract Dispute

by akarge

Caution: This Science Fiction Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Mult, Consensual, Science Fiction, Incest, Brother, Sister, Cousins, Uncle, Niece, Harem, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Science Fiction Story: First they give them to you. Then they take them away. But what if you don't want to give them back?

"What do you mean I can't keep them?" Now I was getting pissed.


It all started a few hours ago. Granger's was having its annual company picnic. Since about ten percent of the local population works there, and almost everyone else is related to someone that works there, well over half the town was in the park. Even in tough times, Mr. Granger paid for the whole thing, from his own pocket, not company entertainment money. If a few extra people showed up for the free eats, he had no problem with it. He always made sure that the kids that had limited family support were invited somehow. The schoolteachers were in on it, giving various awards throughout the school year that just happened to get the kids an official invite. The Confederacy says that he did not actually arrange the mass pickup, but he apparently gave them a pretty big hint somehow.

I should probably introduce myself. I'm Clint Hooper. I'm twenty-nine, single and I have a CAP score of 7.6. I worked for Granger's. Heck, I owe my life to Mr. Granger, both figuratively and literally, but that's getting ahead of myself. I got a company scholarship to college for my mechanical engineering degree. I had to pay off with one year of working within fifty miles of town for each year of funding. Not necessarily at Granger's, mind you. Just in the area. I got a job there anyway. I guess that you can tell that I have a bit of hero worship going on here. Hey, if the shoe fits. Granger's made specialty machine tools and parts. We filled a pretty good niche, but the business was slowly changing and with the new Confederacy technologies, we were in danger of going under. My guess is that he set it all up to get his people out. His 'people' being the entire town, if possible. The schools had the little kids practicing some special sports and competitions. He announced a contest in those for the same day as the picnic. Cash prizes were offered, but you had to have an adult with you. If that adult wasn't the parent, they had to have a signed paper, which just happened to give that adult custody in certain situations, including ... Oh, you guessed.

Anyway, there we were. Nearly three thousand adults and who knows how many kids. Mr. Granger stepped up on the bandstand and thanked everyone for coming. Then he announced that the Marines had landed and we were having a pick-up. We looked around and sure enough, Marines. Interdiction fields went up around the entire park. There was what I am told was an entire company of Marines there, one hundred fifty four counting the Navy corpsmen. That's medics for you army types. Mr. Granger stayed on the bandstand and kept things calm. He used the PA system to say we should be a bit discreet because of all the kids. Things were being set up for locations to get to know strangers in an intimate fashion. That didn't last long, but it was a nice thought.

I'm single and my entire family is my older sister, Shelby, thirty-five now, my niece, Angel, thirteen, my nephews Max, ten, and Todd is five. Shelby got rid of the lump of alcohol soaked fat that her husband turned into. We do actually have another branch of the family. Our cousin Veronica is thirty-nine. She has a little girl as well. Brittany is thirteen too. Veronica looks just like the Veronica from the old Archie comics. Well, a thirty nine year old version. Long black hair, relatively slim, kind of stuck up looking but she really isn't.

My first priority of course was to see if Shelby was going to have any problems with finding a ride off planet. I asked her and here is her answer, verbatim. "No problem, Clint. We're going with you," and then she took her clothes off.

Now you have to understand. I have had hard-ons over my big sister since I was twelve, at least. It took me almost eight years to realize that she had STAGED most of my 'accidental' looks at her. When she was seventeen and I was twelve, she would step into the hallway and bump into me. Her robe was mostly open so that I saw her bra and panties. On later occasions there was nothing under the robe. I would walk down the hall and her door would be open a bit. She would grab it open just as I was about to pass, stand there, hands on her hips, feet spread and say, "What were you looking at, brat?" She was nearly nude, of course. She would stare me down and dare me to look at her. Then she would slam the door in my face. I always heard strange noises after these incidents. Later I figured out that she had been masturbating over the incident. As I grew up, it was more of the fleeting glance as she streaked from bathroom to bedroom as I walked down the hall, or vice versa. Occasionally I heard a quick, "forgot my robe!"

So, there I was. A not incredibly experienced guy with no current girl friend and my stacked sister is dropping to her knees in front of me. Now, she's no supermodel, but she was better looking than many women her age. She had decent C-cups, sagging a bit from their weight and three kids, a nice ass, decent legs, and reddish gold hair. And she had one other thing. Angel. My thirteen-year-old niece, Angel, had tossed her top off and was getting rid of her bra. Shelby was unbuckling my belt and telling Angel what they were going to do. Did I mention that I tried to back up, but there was a table behind me and I was trapped? So I protested. I protested while my pants were being unfastened. I protested while they dropped to their knees. I protested when Shelby started a blowjob. And I blew my wad all over poor Angel when she took over for two licks. Angel promptly cleaned everything up, while Shelby complained that that was no way to train Angel, and did I really want some fat smelly, stranger being her (Angel's) first, and didn't I want her (Shelby), and she had wanted me to sleep with her since I turned fifteen, and didn't I LIKE her and Angel and ... I folded. Well, Duh! As if I had EVER won an argument with Shelby.

"Ok! Ok! Ok! I'll take you. (I swear I said that, but I did NOT sound like Joe Pesci in Lethal Weapon 3, or was that Lethal Weapon 2. At least, I hope I didn't.)

So then I had a naked woman and a half naked girl hugging me. "Get dressed," I said

"Are you ashamed of us?" By now Angel was down to her panties.

"Stop. Ok, Angel keeps the panties on. She's only thirteen after all, not a concubine. Put your flip-flops back on and carry your undies and t-shirt. The sun is out. And bring that sunscreen. Angel, keep Mikie and Paula with you."

We got collected and I took three steps when Shelby asks where I am going. Since I have no clue I say, "Over there," pointing at a good-sized clump of people in the direction that I was moving.

"But Veronica is over here." Five minutes later I am test-driving Veronica. My second cousin Brittany is helping. Veronica is riding cowgirl and Brit has a small breast shoved into my mouth. Well, that didn't last long. This means, of course, that I didn't last long. And then Brittany and Angel shared cleanup duties on me.

"Ok, do you have any other plans for me?" Silly me, of course they did. About now is when I got a card reader from the Marines. Shelby's readout was a shock. Well she shouldn't have been. She had a dominant streak, great parenting numbers and a REALLY high set of sex scores. She was lower in technical skills, physical aggression and other things. Her scores were all over the map, but she averaged out to a straight 5.0. Veronica was similar, but not as extreme, and she had a net 4.9.

So now we came to Shelby and Veronica's friend Vanessa. This time I checked the card before I got raped. She had a 5.2, with lower intelligence than the other two, but most of the other things were higher. Well not the sex, that was just below Shelby's. Vanessa was black, or more correctly, light brown with fine features and curly black hair. Tallish, and a medium build with less breasts than Shelby, but more than Veronica. Of course she had a thirteen-year-old girl as well. I stared at Shelby when they told me her age, but she just said, "They're classmates. We met at PTSA." I started in a missionary position this time, but I ended up with Vanessa's ankles on my shoulders, plunging away for dear life. After the mandatory teenager cleanup from Jade, I decided to get up on my hind legs and stand up to the tyrant.

"Shelby, if you don't mind, I want to find my own girl for the last one. No offense ladies. You are all great and I'm glad we got together."

"Of course, Clint. You're in charge, obviously."

'Yeah, right, ' I thought.

Then I saw a friend of mine from work. Karen was a cute little curly haired blonde thing of about twenty. She was petite, friendly, and I knew she was single, with NO KIDS. I walked over and got her attention. It makes a man feel proud in a circumstance like that when a very cute, very naked female takes one look at you, wearing just your sandals and boxer briefs, runs up to you, hugs you and says, "Clint! Oh thank goodness. Can I join your harem?"

"Sure, I just need to check your Card. Yup. You're in. I need to have you right now, if you don't mind."

So, my roster was full. I pulled Karen down and made sure she tasted as good as she looked. As we got up, I heard her say, "Kids? We're leaving." She had one of those papers giving her custody of her brother's kids. Luckily she didn't have a thirteen-year-old girl. She had twelve-year-old twins. One boy, one girl and they were already stripping when I finished licking their aunt. At least the boy was looking at the other girls rather than me while he stripped.

"Stop. Twelve-year-olds stay dressed. Period. End of story. Spankings will ensue."

Shelby was no help here. I heard her voice saying, "A spanking! A spanking!"

Then Veronica chimed in. "We shall ALL be spanked!" She had that accent down pat on the 'all'.

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