Chapter 1

I was mowing my yard on a lazy Saturday afternoon the day the Brazians arrived. I, and everyone else on my side of the planet, stopped and looked up at the tremendous sonic boom that occurred when the first shuttle craft entered the atmosphere. I watched the light trail as it slowed down and descended somewhere east of me.

We found out later that they had already been in contact with our government and military, and had arranged a meeting with world leaders outside of Washington. Turns out they were in search of a new home after the sun of their home world went supernova. The ship that arrived at earth had about 40,000 Brazians on it. We soon learned that there were originally hundreds of such ships, but their scientists miscalculated how fast their sun would decay, and most of them were unable to escape the explosion and resulting collapse into a black hole. In fact, the one that had arrived in our atmosphere was the only surviving ship they knew of. Their ship’s captain had ordered a blind jump when their sun started to go, which turned out to be their salvation. Without that risky move, their society would have perished.

Our government offered them sanctuary and a home on our planet, and in turn the Brazians shared their knowledge and technology with us. They were identical to us in appearance, but they did have some physiological and social differences that we learned about as they integrated into our society. Their names were quite different, but they were very willing to adopt names we considered ‘normal’ in order to fit in to our society. They were very benevolent, and not at all like the ‘conquering lizards’ our movies had painted any other species as.

The medical technology they brought was nothing short of amazing. Their scanners could intuitively learn body systems and isolate and destroy things that didn’t belong. This meant we suddenly had cures for all manner of cancers, viral diseases, and just about anything else. They landed a shuttle at St Jude’s hospital, and in one afternoon all the patients were healed and on their way home.

I was a process operator at a metal plant, and the Brazians brought us several techniques that improved our technology and manufacturing processes. I met ‘Frank’ when he was assigned to assist me in learning new metal forming and making technologies. Frank and I became friends rather quickly, to the chagrin of some others in our department who were more critical and distrustful of our new friends. A large part of our society still clung to the ‘invading aliens’ theory and seemed to be just waiting on the Brazians to start slaughtering us, or packaging us up for food. I quickly learned that they weren’t like that at all, and were just happy to be accepted and given a chance to settle in.

I had lots of questions as we worked, and since the machines did most of the real work, Frank had plenty of time to tell me about their society and customs. One of the most interesting differences between us and them was in their sexual maturity. As it turned out, Brazian males experienced a rapid puberty around the age of 16, in Earth years. Our years were actually within a few days of the years on their home planet. This was when their bodies began to work, and they had to experience ‘relief’ fairly regularly to avoid physical problems, but they were not fertile for another 9 years or so. This turned into a boom for our women, as they quickly learned they could bang young Brazians with no risk of pregnancy. It worked out great for both sides.

Their females were also a different story. They grew and matured at much the same rate as us, but they were not fertile until they experienced what they called ‘initiation’. I learned that initiation was basically a first sexual experience for them. After initiation their bodies underwent a physiological change over the course of about 3 months before they were fertile. Physically, they were the same as us, except for the reserved status of their ovaries. If a female was not initiated, she remained infertile, regardless of her age, until her first experience. Where they were pretty free with how they allowed their young men to act, the young women were very reserved before initiation.

Frank told me almost all of their young women experienced initiation within a month after their 18th birthday. I was floored when he told me how that normally occurred. Turns out they didn’t have the same social constraints and taboos as us. While they typically didn’t interbreed after fertility, they had no issues with family members having sex prior to both becoming fertile. In fact, in their society it was customary for a daughter’s initiation to be performed by her father. This was considered an act of love and honor, but many in our society did not understand, and so it was something that they quickly learned to keep quiet about. In fact, it took quite a bit of hounding to get Frank to open up and tell me about it. He had invited me over for dinner with their family one evening. Turns out they loved our BBQ, and since I was quite good with the grill, I was quickly accepted by his family. He had two sons, Joe and Cody, and two daughters, Paula and Cindy, with his wife, who had chosen the name Linda. I had been raising my daughters alone since my wife died in a plane crash years before, and I didn’t really mesh with that many other guys, so I welcomed the chance to gain friends and spend time with Frank and Linda. They were very welcoming and unassuming. Conversation was easy, and no subject was taboo or embarrassing. I learned about their society and family, and they learned about our customs. He told about the initiation one evening. He had initiated Paula, and Cindy would be due later this year. He said on their home world, it was a rare honor to ask another male to perform the initiation, or to be asked to initiate someone else’s daughter. He had been asked one time to initiate a friend’s daughter after his friend was seriously injured in a ship crash. The other man ended up dying from his injuries, but had lived long enough to see his daughter initiated, and was grateful to Frank for accepting. Frank relayed that he had been very honored to be chosen.

I soon learned that my daughter, Shelly, had taken a shine to Joe, and they were sneaking away for sex at every opportunity. They were both 18, and I was rather glad I didn’t have to worry about Shelly getting pregnant. Joe treated her well, and so it seemed to be working out for both of them.

I also learned they were pretty open with their conversations, especially around friends. One evening after dinner we were sitting on Frank’s deck having some drinks. Paula and Cindy were sitting on the edge of the deck, just passing the time. Frank had commented that Cindy would be 18 in another month or so. As we sat chatting about life in general, and their society and beliefs, I noticed that Paula and Cindy had started to discuss Cindy’s initiation.

Frank had recently told me more about the initiation process, and how it had happened with Paula while they were on the ship. It was something they talked about openly, and in many families the daughters were offered choices of how they wanted it to happen. As Paula and Cindy chatted, I listened and learned about some common options as Paula related her experience. Frank noticed me listening, and grew quiet after giving me a nod, showing his approval of me listening and learning.

“You’ve learned the mechanics in bio-studies already,” Paula was saying now. I found it interesting that they referred to the male penis as his ‘wand’. “Basically, Dad will put his wand inside you and move until his seed is released. It will be several minutes, at least, but the first time might seem longer to you.”

“Yeah, I read that.” Cindy said. “But I want to know what it was like. Dad told me I could choose the time, so I could plan, or I could choose to be surprised, and he would do it while I’m asleep. I know you chose to plan, but you’ve never really said much. How was it? And would you do it the same if you could do it again? I know the book said it would probably be uncomfortable.”

“Well,” Paula said, “It hurt pretty bad at first. Uncomfortable is not the word I would use. I think it was worse because I was nervous and apprehensive, and so I was very tense and couldn’t relax. Dad tried to be as gentle as he could, but it was still painful. I think if I could do it over again, I would choose to just be surprised while I was sleeping. I think it would still hurt, but maybe not as much if he could get the initial penetration over with before I was awake enough to tense up.”

Paula looked at Cindy, and must have seen something on her face, because she quickly added, “Don’t be scared off by it, tho. The first couple of times hurt, but after that it gets amazing really quickly. You know I’ve been giving Cody relief, but what you don’t know is it’s just as good for me as it is for him. In fact, I LOVE it when he comes to me and look forward to it. And I’ve still got a couple more years of safety before he quickens.” Paula smiled broadly at this, and Cindy seemed to relax. “Just be careful of Earth guys after you quicken, because they’re fertile and can breed you before you’re ready. If you choose to be with one, make sure he’s been treated first.”

One of the benefits of Brazian technology was ‘the treatment’. It was, in short, male birth control. It was performed with an external unit, and was good for 6 months at a time. It had no effect on a male’s ability to perform, but essentially made him ‘shoot blanks’ so the female couldn’t get pregnant. Repeated applications were not harmful, so a female could carry a small treatment unit and use it on her partner just before sex if she wanted to be absolutely certain.

“You really think it would be better to be asleep and be surprised?” Cindy jumped back to the earlier conversation. “Without any opportunity to prepare? My friend said she had it that way, but she didn’t really tell me that much.”

“I think so,” Paula replied. “Besides, you have a good 3 weeks before you quicken, and what the book doesn’t tell you is that you usually get it several more times in that period, so by the time your initiation period is over and you can accept other males you are more used to it and it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Oh, so you and Dad,” Cindy paused, “more than just the first time? I didn’t realize that. I thought it was just once. How come no one ever told me that?”

“Yes, several times during the two weeks after the first time, but no more since.” Paula said. “It’s a part of the process that is kept secret. It’s a wonderful time of growth and learning. Where the first time is known and even shared, the follow ups are held private, just between the two of you.”

I gave Frank a quizzical look, and he seemed to intuitively know I was wondering about his friend’s daughter. He nodded. “7 times” he said quietly.