Chapter 50: Tuesday

I was not alone when I woke. Kwool was there, in panties she did not have on last night. Mer and Per were also on the bed, wearing nightshirts. I was under the sheet and they were on top of me, under the blanket but on top of the sheet. I gathered that Kwool had arranged it.

It was marginal behavior, but I had given them rings, we were promised to each other, and until they were older I was effectively their father figure. I did not feel like complaining to anyone and decided to let it be.

They were so nice to hold, holding each other in bed seemed to be the theme. I noticed they were holding hands, and that Per had Kwool’s hand also. I wondered how this had happened, but I could not work up enough interest to ask.

Eventually they stirred. The first thing said was from Mer as she wrapped her strong arms around my neck for a hug, then offered my her cheek to kiss as she said, “We forgot to ask yesterday, but what should we call you now?”

I had been thinking on that myself, I stalled a few moments with I kissed her cheek, then turned and did the same to Per. Per wiggled in happiness, her eyes were closed but she was listening closely. Kwool was too far away and anyways I could not kiss what I wanted on her.

“What do you want to call me? You must have some idea.”

“Well, the rings made us think about that. ‘Prince’ and ‘husband’ do not fit and seem out of place. ‘Father’ is close but that leaves a bad taste because we plan to make lots of babies with you. A personal endearment like ‘Ocho’ seems good in private but not in public, but we are not sure where public starts.” She glanced at Kwool.

“Ocho” was a Tribal word, used by lovers when they were alone, or in their home with their children. It implied affection with sex, but since it was the Tribe it was not immediate or exclusive. However, the privacy thing was the priority, a woman would never say it to her lover, even if they were in the act, if her child or parent or husband was near. In this case Kwool’s status was unclear.

“Well, you know that I have two names, don’t you? I admit, it is a tiresome habit.”

“Yes,” they both said.

“However, almost nobody calls me ‘Pablo’ which was what my mother Zoam named me. In the Colony and LA most people call me ‘Eric’ since that is what I use there. Now, ‘Pa’ would be acceptable, except that in English that means ‘father.’ But just between us here, when we are alone, how about you two and Kwool calling me ‘Pablo’ as a private family name.”

Both the girls were very pleased. Rings and a secret name of affection, all so quick, it was wonderful. Including Kwool seemed unusual, but in light of the sleeping arrangements and how she helped me with them it seemed okay.

Per had to ask, “What about when you sleep with other women, like Resha or Cynthia or your fake wife.”

Clearly they were suspicious of Abril, so I tried to give them some peace on that. “How about we keep it just for us for now. It is something I don’t need to share with the others who are not in bed with us right now. Okay?”

“Okay,” came back as a three note chorus from Mer, Per and Kwool, who was very pleased with my cleverness in bringing her ‘into the circle.’

Mer then switched to a confession mode, her body and face. “About the one’s in bed right now ... we tried to bring you any spare donuts from the kitchen. We found two but we had to know if they were fresh enough so as a test ... before we knew it ... well, the donuts didn’t make it. Then the cook told us those were the last ones.”

“Not to worry, really. It is okay.”

There was more hugs and chaste kisses, this time with Kwool fully included. I stayed under the sheets. The girls figured out that I was not dressed and that maybe I wanted some private time with Kwool, so they went back to their room. Smart kids.

Kwool slipped out of her panties. With an unconscious movement her fingers went down and pulled open her pussy showed me her wet slit before she joined me under the covers. After last night we were both hungry for the other, if I wasn’t having donuts I was strangely hungry for her small breasts. Plus, I had discovered they were her “startup” switch. We kissed passionately, then I had to slip down to her nipples and pleasure them until they were both standing up. Then I enjoyed them some more like that.

Kwool moaned with enjoyment at the treatment. “You are the only one who has ever gotten my nipples so stiff they hurt ... they hurt so good,” she said as she held me tight to her chest. When I backed off to admire my work she dragged my hand to her moist pussy, she did not need more warm up. “I must say, something about those two puts me in a mood. Their energy and life ... well, it is a pleasure to do what I can with them. Now, how about we enjoy something more conventional?”

She was right about the girls, her pussy was even wetter on the inside. We slipped easily into the missionary position, her peach was already open for my cock. She did this deep moan-groan thing as I slid inside, as sexy sounds go it was in my top 5, and we were just getting started. I took two easy strokes to get all the way into her body. Then came a deep kiss as I started moving inside her.

She was with me at every step, moving in perfect harmony, like our brains were somehow wired together. Even in the kiss, her lips were just the right pressure, her tongue made just the right moves dancing with mine.

The kiss lasted a while as I slowly moved in her body. She felt wonderful. She moved with me, as her hips moved to meet mine she had this way of rubbing her erect nipples against my chest crosswise, reminding me of what a wonderful woman she was to have as a lover. There was a soft noise coming from her, something like a very low moan.

“You know I am leaving today. I am really going to miss this,” I said. I meant it.

“Well, you do have some special friends in LA, I saw naughty pictures. Come to think of it, I have a friend there too ... she wasn’t in the pictures.”

“Resha did not want to come to the wedding, she was afraid she would be recognized. The law firm has a rule that service girls don’t meet wives. Li is bold and hides in public with a little to disguise her, but she is Oriental and to the the white male lawyers they all look alike, so it does not take much. Resha would be hard ... maybe impossible to disguise. She was at work, invited to work overtime at weekend rates. There were extra lawyers working during the weekend, proofing my work. About 200 man hours in total. It is part of the process.”

“They were proofing...” she sounded a little skeptical, then her tone switched. “Fuck you feel so good ... I don’t care about the other. Fuck me Je ... Pablo, a little harder and faster.”

“You are so wet inside...” I said as I did as she asked.

“Hence the... ‘harder and faster’ request. I really wish I could be with you more.”

“Me too ... I have connected to you so quickly. Maybe the day will come.”

“But my duty is here, at least for now. The tribe needs a pilot.”

I had to agree. “Yes, I know. Still I have to say that something about this, with you in my bed when I wake and when I go to sleep, feels more normal than it should, all things considered. I really like it. Did you apply to be my tribal wife?” It was a question I had been wondering about.

“No ... at the time, it was years ago, I considered myself a lesbian. I only had women. But that first day ... I was attracted. I knew we would fit ... we do fit.”

“So do I. Maybe ... oh that is SOOO good ... Maybe it is genetic ... for a thousand years husbands and wives of our tribe ... have been ... strangers one day and naked, passionate fucking spouses the next.”

She mused a bit. “Maybe instant intimacy is part of the genetic coding, something inherited like blonde hair in Scandinavia.”

“Or maybe this incredible ... perfect fit ... juicy pussy is the part that is inherited.” I said. “It does feel wonderful.”

“Enough talk. Kiss me like you mean it ... Pablo.”

Yeah, I did that, let her have the last word as I sank into the kiss. She reacted above and below, with more passion and feeling and putting herself into it ... so I added some more of the ‘harder and faster’ to it. Her body responded in kind.

We stayed like that for a time, both of us building passion and desire for each other, almost like hunger or thirst only much, much faster. We were kissing so she could not do the countdown, but by now it was not needed, we each felt what was building in the other, the song was part of how our bodies moved.

At the last moment I shifted my movement just a little so I felt her climax first. I was entirely aware of all of it as the climax tore through her body, traveling from her core to her head an then back again to her pussy going crazy on my cock. I let her response set me off. My body lost control, I can’t say for sure what I did, except that I felt my cock swell in her as cum started to jet out ... then I lost track ... and when it was over I felt like I had injured a muscle or something in my back.

She was still having fun when I came back to awareness. I had not been out of it that long, I knew because my cock was still spasming like a fiend, feeding her hole with the cum she craved. Also, we were still locked in the kiss.

We stayed connected like that, hugging and kissing and just trying to be with each other for at least 15 minutes after the messy parts were done.

When we finally got out of bed and got dressed I mentioned about the Huey helicopters that would soon be added to our air service. She had trained a bit in our Huey, so I figured she would probably get herself qualified and solo as a Huey pilot. It seemed logical that the Tribe would get one of the new choppers. As a jet they were a little different, in terms of controls and feel in the air, it was a lot more mass and power compared to her little Hughes. But she was confident about learning it.

However, she mentioned that the Huey didn’t go above 13,000 feet, while the Bell-47 had flown as high as 18,000 feet and was a lot easier to service. So maybe that was a better choice for her.

When she was dressed we both knew that we would not see each other before I left, so our kiss was really a goodbye kiss, and this time we had no idea when we would see each other again.

This was my last day in Peru for awhile, the job and travel time really gave me little choice. So the balance of talking to the Five was in the hands of my data extraction people. They were good, all had military training, some with CIA instructors, and all went through a graduate seminar with me. In all I had ten people with training in interrogation. The problem was, none of them had a head for business. A single guy like Tony listening in would make a world of difference. I went into the Colony data base but there was nothing useful there.

Finally I asked the Patron who had the best business skills in the colony. I also asked who could catalog the three rooms full of documents we had upstairs. As expected, he had a few suggestions that might help.

Fredrick, the former US Marine pilot who had owned the Hercules, had an accounting system that was run on an Apple II computer. Since he sold the aircraft to the Patron he did not need the system any longer, but it could be adapted to total and track the wealth of the Five. We needed speed and accuracy here and this seemed like a great idea. Also, like many men retired from an active life, he was a little depressed from inactivity and was getting underfoot poking around the Colony. His daughter, who was now the pilot, was at her wits end trying to keep him out of trouble - and out of her cockpit.

Second was a guy named Caesar who had worked for the Brazilian Munitions Company as a low level salesman. He was placed there as the Patron’s spy, to keep an eye on the business, and he was more-or-less self taught in business. Now 35, he was too old for globe trotting making sales, so he and his family returned to the Colony in June. It was an adjustment for the kids, who were born in Brazil. He was working at the airfield, in charge of the fuel department, but the work did not suit him.

Finally, as librarians to keep track of everything, the Patron had to laugh. “Those two future wives of yours are natural librarians, they made a card catalog for the hacienda just for fun using an old Apple computer. Set them on those three rooms upstairs and they will do the job for you.”

The Patron knew about their home problems, so he could not just take them without a reason. But now he had something he could use. He also knew they each needed about 1 week on the mountain out of every 3 or 4 weeks to keep their high-altitude breathing ability. I figured Per could haul a little water for one week in four.

As I left the Patron I ran into Ximena, it soon became apparent that she was waiting for me. We could not talk in the hall so I took her up to one of the rooms where I had the papers and asked what she wanted.

“You know I am bound for the military and have not had a man. But I feel that somehow I owe you something, some thanks. I wonder ... would you like to enjoy my body my Prince?”

I was sure she was attractive and a joy, but I really did not feel she would be happy in the future if we did that. Then I turned the subject to the present. and near future.

It seems she got an email today, she was to report for an interview in Chile on December 1, a Monday. Until then she was looking for something to do around the Colony. The Patron did not want her facing any physical risk before then, she was important to the future.

We talked a bit about her skills, she knew English but no Chinese so she could not help Chin. But she was good at computers, possible one of the top 5 in the Colony. That gave me an idea and I told her to be back in this room after lunch.

I had these five people gathered after lunch and explained the problem, I needed to know about the interrogations and I needed the documents in the room analyzed and cataloged. Were they interested? They all were.