Starting Over: Nerites
Copyright© 2025 by Quantum Mechanic
Chapter 16
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 16 - Cheyenne is a plains world dedicated to production of livestock for sale to other human-occupied planets. Jean has a great job there, but he's offered a better job on a watery planet, and an opportunity to develop his own homestead. In order to take the new job, he has to uproot and transplant his young family. It's not easy going, and once there, the troubles have just begun.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Cheating Massage Oral Sex Pregnancy Slow
Carrying on
Jean tucked little Jimmy into his crib, near Beth’s side of the bed. He really did love the little boy, even knowing his bloodline. He’d always had a soft spot for small children, and they all seemed to sense it. Jimmy was too young to be aware of it yet, but soon he would be just as quick as the others to capitalize on it.
He looked over at Beth. She still had very little energy, and after giving Jimmy his late-evening feed, she’d fallen asleep, propped up on pillows, with her gown open and breasts fully exposed. He wondered if Jimmy had left any of her milk. Probably not, it was still too early for her to be in full production mode. He’d enjoyed the accidental taste he’d gotten on those rare occasions when, following her previous pregnancies, she would “let down” during lovemaking. He was tempted to try it now, but it wouldn’t be fair to molest her while she was asleep. Instead, he drew her gown closed and helped her move into a more comfortable position to sleep.
Back in the salon, he saw that Josephine was still up and about, after having put the girls to bed a couple of hours before. She’d cancelled her appointments for two weeks; just so she could help the Pasteurs cope with the advent of a newborn, as well as the normal postpartum issues that might turn up. She would have to return to normal work after the weekend though, so this was her last night to “enjoy” sleeping on the settee in the Pasteurs’ salon.
As he entered the salon, she nodded toward the master stateroom, and asked, “Are they asleep?” When he nodded the affirmative, she quickly got up and swept into his arms, presenting her mouth for a kiss. With Beth in the house, and the kids running rampant, the stolen moments they’d had since Beth was released had been too few and too short for anything but kisses, and since he’d been in the field for weeks before, they both felt a very strong drive to do more.
The kiss was deep and long, and it dredged up feelings that they were afraid to expose, for fear that they might get out of hand. Their bodies didn’t care for all this caution, however, and each in its own way demanded satisfaction. She looked up to see him gazing back into her eyes.
“We can’t,” he said simply.
“I know,” she acknowledged, softly, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t still want to.”
They held each other for a little longer than they felt safe, and then reluctantly separated.
“I’ve got to go home tomorrow, and get ready for work next week,” she whispered, grumpily, “will I get to see you at all?”
“I don’t know, for sure,” he answered. “Beth’s mother is due to arrive Sunday, and though you’ve done miracles keeping the girls on schedule, I doubt that she’ll be able to handle them on her own, right away, especially getting them on the school boat. It may take a few days for her to acclimate to the process.”
She closed with him again, and after another short, but tender kiss, she again looked into his eyes and said, “When you get into town, give me a call. I want to try and work something out.”
“Okay,” he replied, and they separated, in order to get some rest.
Jean waited impatiently at the arrival gate for the inter-city transport. The transport had been docked for some time, but passengers were being held on board for some reason. He fretted that Beth was at home alone, with no one to help her but the girls. he hadn’t wanted to leave her that way, but she insisted that she’d be alright long enough for him to meet her mother in Poliniriton. Neither of them had anticipated this kind of delay, however, and it was beginning to gnaw at him.
Eventually, however, passengers slowly began to debark, and with some relief, he found his mother-in-law was one of the earlier travelers to appear in the gate area. He caught her eye and waved, and she made her way over to him with a big, toothy grin.
Althaea Spear, even in her mid-sixties looked marvelous. She wasn’t vain enough to color her hair: it was a beautiful solid white, but she had a full head of it, and it was long and well cared-for. She also kept herself in great physical shape; her figure would make the healthiest twenty-something female jealous. Modern preventative medicine had pretty much eliminated the need for aesthetic surgery, so her skin was healthy and wrinkle-free as well, with bright blue eyes that told of curiosity and intelligence in plenty. All in all, she was a very attractive package, regardless of her age.
She had always been fond of her son-in-law, and when she reached him, she unabashedly threw her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. This wasn’t unusual behavior for her, but they didn’t see each other so often that Jean could escape embarrassment about his own reaction. Predictably, she sought with her eyes, and found the lump in his pants.
“At least someone is glad to see me,” she quipped, laughing. She and Sam were exclusive, but she did love to tease the other men in her life. Brothers, cousins, in-laws, none of the men she knew well were exempt.
“Any male with a measurable level of testosterone is always glad to see you, Althaea,” he retorted, as they made their way to the baggage claim area. They found her bags easily, and as he grabbed them, his mood lightened appreciably.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” he said, grinning. “Beth is very anxious to see you!”
“I’ll just bet she is,” she smirked. Then she threaded her arm through his, and they made their way out of the terminal and down to his airboat, laughing and making small talk.
As usual, the noise level in an airboat underway precluded further conversation during the trip to the Pasteur home. That was all right, though; Althaea hadn’t seen much of Nerites outside of Golden Sands, and she was curious about it. She wanted to play tourist, since she and Sam rarely ventured out of the resort. The last time they had, was when they welcomed the Pasteurs to the planet, a few years earlier.
When they arrived at the Pasteur home, Beth and the children were waiting for them on the dock. Jean throttled back and let the boat drift toward them as he prepared the mooring lines.
When he was close enough, he tossed the line to Nessa, since Beth’s hands were full of Jimmy. Nessa caught it on the first try, and expertly tied it to a cleat. With a bow line secure, Jean returned to the pilot seat with the corresponding stern line in one hand. Using the rudder, he goosed the engine, which tightened the secured bow line and forced the stern of the boat to drift toward the dock, then he tossed the stern line to Nessa, who tied it off also. With bow and spring lines secure he cut the engine and leaped to the dock, enabling him to help Althaea off the boat.
“That was quite a show,” she remarked to Nessa as she got her legs under her.
“We get a lot of practice, Nana,” Nessa replied, blushing, as she hugged her grandmother. “Riva is almost as good at it as I am.”
Riva decided it was her turn then, so she wormed and squirmed her way between Nessa and Althaea, in order to get her hugs. While that was going on, Jean offered to hold Jimmy, allowing Beth to go and collect her share of her mother’s affection, after which Althaea demanded to know why they were holding out on letting her have the baby!
Everyone then moved inside the Pasteur home to catch up on events with each other.
Sunday afternoon found Althaea and the Pasteurs sitting outside on lawn chairs, waiting for the arrival of the Trebiens. At least Althaea and Beth were sitting. Beth was holding little Jimmy, at the moment, and the girls were running helter-skelter all over the cleared area near the dock Jean had decided that a barbecue would be just the ticket for creating a favorable climate in which to introduce his new friends and his mother-in-law. He was preparing the barbecue sauce when Althaea noticed a persistent buzzing sound.
“What is that noise,” she demanded, looking around.
Beth paused for a moment, and listened. Then with a grin she told her mother, “That’s an airboat engine. You can hear them from a long way off, but sometimes we don’t notice them until they’re right up on us. It must be Alex and Jo.”
Just as she finished speaking, she spotted the Trebiens’ airboat in the distance.
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