Chapter 5

Captain Bill Madison stood in the hallway next to his new copilot who was now his wife. Glancing at the door, he grinned as he realized that someone had thoughtfully left it slightly ajar so he could easily walk through carrying his bride.

Taking Kathy in his arms, he leaned over and kissed her, both of them hearing the laughter and catcalls from the others gathered at the other end of the hallway. Arlene hooked two fingers in her mouth and let loose a whistle loud enough to cause several of their guests to clap their hands over their ears.

"It's time to go," Bill quietly said to a giggling Kathy.

"Give them a show," she smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling at her good fortune.

"You've got it," Bill suddenly laughed. Quickly, he flipped her over his shoulder, accompanied by her shriek of delight.

"Yes," she hissed as he waved to the others and carried his bride to her fate.

Dave stood near their assigned suite with Kim, Linda and Evie. Which one do I carry in first? I don't want to do anything that would seem like I'm showing favorites...

"Don't even think about it," Evie said as if reading his mind. "We've settled it fairly. Kim goes first, then Linda. I'll follow you in as you carry her."

"Bullshit," Dave hissed under his breath. "I'll carry each of you across the threshold."

"You've already carried me across the threshold to our hotel room when we got married, then again when we bought our first house," Evie tried to reason.

"If you walk through that door, I'll turn you over my knee and blister your ass right in front of everyone," Dave grinned down at his little Queen.

Grinning or not, she was afraid he meant it. Feeling her nipples pop as she thought about it, she almost defied him, but didn't want to ruin things for her sister-wives.

"Yes, Sir," she teased, a smirk on her pretty face.

Taking Kim in his arms, Dave kissed her. Lifting her, he pushed through the door, put her gently on the couch, and whispered, "Be right back."

Kim grinned at him as he hurried into the hallway.

Kissing Linda as he had Kim, he scooped her up and carried her inside, putting her beside Kim. Both girls now giggling.

A moment later in the hallway as he leaned down to kiss Evie, she whispered. "Most of these people have seen you throw me over your shoulder. I'm not in the mood for the delicate treatment. Just toss me over your shoulder like you usually do."

"You sure?" he whispered back. "I love you."

"Yes, I'm positive," Evie hissed. "And if you don't do it soon, I'm going to have an orgasm just standing here."

When he saw her shiver, he believed her; although, he couldn't quite understand what had turned her on. Nevertheless, he flipped his pixie Queen over his shoulder as he had many times in the past. Waving to the onlookers as Arlene vibrated the chandeliers again, he walked through the door, Evie shivering out an orgasm on his shoulder.

"You sure?" Jeff whispered to Diana as he kissed her on her ear.

"I'm sure that you had better stop that before I embarrass everyone here," Diana said as she kissed her husband on the cheek. "It's different with Evie. If we had started that in the beginning, it would be alright. But we've all had a private night with you, and even Caitlin and Joyce were given the choice. They chose to be together, because they have been since they started making love to Caitlin's father. We'll all be together tomorrow night. And I'll be first, then."

When Jeff kissed her and started to turn to leave, Diana grabbed his arm. Pulling him near, she whispered in his ear. "Fuck their brains out. They're your wives now. Bring them down one at a time to show their pussies in the kitchen in the morning. Be there around eight. I'll make sure only your wives are in the room."

Jeff grabbed the back of Diana's head, putting his mouth hard against hers as he kissed her. "I love you," he whispered, then turned toward his new wives who were waiting a short distance away.

A little later, Jeff and his two new wives stood in front of the original bridal suite. "Is Diana okay?" a worried Caitlin asked. "She was whispering to you. Is she having second thoughts?"

Jeff chuckled in spite of himself. "Not at all. She was just making sure that her husband treated his new wives properly."

At Caitlin's dubious look, he continued, "She told me to fuck your brains out, and I intend to do what my Queen ordered."

"Well, I surely can't argue with that 'order, '" Joyce said turning and putting her arms around her husband's neck. "Caitlin and I tossed for it. You carry me across the threshold first, and she gets you inside her first. Let's get this show on the road," she finished, using a term that Diana had used a little while ago, making Jeff wonder.

Jeff kissed Joyce hard, picked her up and spun them around, then went inside the suite as their audience provided verbal support.

A few moments later, he did the same with Caitlin, but stumbled going through the door as Caitlin locked her mouth to his, her right hand slipping between them to grab his swollen cock.

Inside the room, Joyce pushed the door to. "Just carry her on into the bedroom and I'll walk. Diana said that you carried your brides to the bed, but we're not interested..."

Jeff put Caitlin on the couch and pulled Joyce to him, touching his fingertips to her lips to stop her. "You two need to sit here for a few minutes, I've got something I have to do before we all go into the bedroom," he said, nudging Joyce to sit beside her sister.

"You have it with you, don't you?" Caitlin interrupted. "I felt something when I put my arms around you when you carried me in."

"Uh," Jeff said, his mind racing.

"Something is wrong, isn't it?" Caitlin accused.

"Uh, look, this is our wedding night..."

"Jeff, we're your wives now," Joyce said standing to put her arms around his neck as she looked up at him. "Spit it out. We're now part of that team that you and Diana — well, all of you — talk about."

"Why don't you two just sit here for a bit? There's wine there on ice," he said motioning to the wine bucket on the coffee table. "Maybe we need to have a little more while we..."

Joyce plopped back down on the couch, both of them looking up at him. After a quick exchange of glances between the women, Caitlin said, "We've had enough wine. Just talk, please. What's bothering you?"

Shit. Jeff thought. They're already doing it. Sighing, he sat between them, putting an arm around each of them. Well, they know about the Healer. No sense beating around the bush.

"I have Little One with me tonight for a couple of reasons. Number one: I'm going to have her close by tonight because she found that Kim has a tumor in her brain."

There were gasps from the two women.

"But she healed Joyce..." Caitlin stumbled out.

"Yeah, and that's the main reason the Healer is with us tonight. As best I can determine, she's already started the healing process, but it isn't over yet. Kim would probably have died in a few months if I hadn't used the Healer on her."

"And you used the Healer on her, when?" Caitlin asked.

"Uh, this morning before I went on my run. But Little One took much longer than I expected."

"So you do this to everyone?"

"I wish," Jeff said. "But yeah, I use her on everyone that we're — intimately — associated with. Our friends, family; all I can without someone finding out outside the family."

"Will Kim be all right?" Joyce asked.

"I ... think so. As best I can tell the tumor is in the area of the brain called The Circle of Willis."

"Oh, shit," Caitlin gasped out.

"Bad?" Joyce asked looking at her sister-wife.

"Yeah. Really bad," Caitlin quietly said.

"Let's not panic about this," Jeff said. "Remember she healed you from a brain injury, Joyce, not to say anything about your heart," he finished, glancing at Cramer.

"But this is..." Caitlin said.

"More ... difficult," Jeff finished for her.

"So you weren't going to tell us about this because it was our wedding night?" Caitlin asked, but didn't expect an answer. "You were just going to keep it to yourself?"

"Diana knows, and she told Evie. We decided to keep quiet about it for the time being. How could Kim enjoy her wedding night, knowing that she has a brain tumor?"

"So Dave doesn't know?" Joyce asked as Jeff sat between them.

"No. I'll hit them all with it tomorrow," he said taking their hands. "I'm almost positive that Little One would have made it clear that Kim should..."

"Refrain from physical activity," Caitlin interjected, a grin on her face.

" ... from physical activity if it were necessary. Little One is, however, adamant that she is supposed to be with Kim again tomorrow."

"So where is ... Little One, now?" Caitlin asked.

"Uh, she doesn't always look the way you saw her when she was ... healing Joyce."

The two young women leaned forward to look at each other as they sat on either side of Jeff.

"So what does she look like now, and where is she?" Caitlin asked looking back at Jeff.

"Uh, she has the ability to ... spread herself out across my shoulders."

"That's where the Healer is now?" Joyce said, an odd sound to her voice.

"Yeah. That's why I wanted you two to sit on the couch for a minute while I went in the bedroom and put her in a dresser drawer. I didn't want..."

"So are we supposed to be freaked out by something that saved my life?" Joyce said.

"Someone," Jeff corrected. "As we talked about before, and you saw her: she's alien. I just didn't want..."

"So she's going to be cooped up in a drawer while we're making love?" Caitlin said.

"Look ladies, I was just trying..."

"Yeah, yeah, we know," Joyce laughed. "Trying to protect your two delicate new wives. You're forgetting something, Big Boy. I'm a deputy, and my sweet sister-wife — hey, I like the sound of that — is an intensive care nurse. Do you honestly think we're going to freak out if you put it, uh, her on the dresser in plain sight?"

"So, she's under your jacket?" Caitlin asked without waiting for Jeff to answer Joyce.

"Look, my wives. I was concerned that you..."

"Well, we won't," Joyce said. "So slip your coat off and let's see her."

Jeff stood, slipped his suit coat off and tossed it on a chair.

"She's not..." Caitlin started, but abruptly stopped. "She's under your shirt?"

"Yeah," Jeff said taking his tie off and tossing it on his coat.

"You're gonna do a striptease for us, Husband?" Caitlin teased.

Jeff grinned at them. "No, I'm going in the bedroom and put her on the dresser."

"So, seeing her on your shoulders is more than your fragile little wives can stand?" Joyce said.

"Look, Ladies. Seeing her on my shoulders isn't what I'm worried about. It's her changing shape that's a little weird. If my collar isn't tight, she can sort of flow out to form into her usual shape."

"Oh, come on, Jeff. Try cleaning up and changing dressings on decubitus..." At Jeff's blank look, "... Bedsores as big as your hand so deep that you can see the bone. It isn't rare at all to see that, or worse, on some of the old people who come in from nursing homes. I don't even want to tell you some of the things we have to do on a regular basis. And Joyce has seen blood and guts from day one on her job. Quit trying to protect us, and get Little One out here. We have things to do tonight, and Joyce and I have plans for our new husband."

Jeff looked at Joyce, who grinned at him. "Let's see her."

Inwardly sighing, thinking about how much different this night was starting out, he quickly took off his shirt. After tossing it on the chair with his coat, he stripped the tee-shirt off. Turning, he presented his back to his new wives.

"Neat," Caitlin and Joyce said in unison.

Oh, shit. Not two more doing that, Jeff thought.

Intently looking at the almost translucent Healer spread over Jeff's shoulders and halfway down his back, Joyce said, "She has a faint blue cast. Oh, she's beautiful," she whispered.

"Will she come to me?" Caitlin asked, then, "Oh, that didn't sound right. I mean will she consent to sitting in my hands?"

"Baby, understand that she doesn't speak English, or any other language for that matter. She mostly interprets what you say through my mind, and at best, it's a muddied version. She's a telepath trying to communicate with a person (me) who isn't wired for that. Our minds are drastically different. She 'heard' you through my mind, and whatever she manages through her auditory senses. But my interpretations of the concepts and feelings she just sent me are: 'Certainly. I would be honored.'"

If either of the women were put off by the Healer changing shape and flowing into Caitlin's hand, they didn't show it.

"Oh, she's warm," Caitlin said a moment later as she held Little One.

Without thought, the young nurse stroked the Healer as if she were a kitten, just as the girls were wont to do. "She likes that," Caitlin said holding her hand closer to Joyce so she could pet her, too.

Without hesitation, Joyce stroked the rectangular shaped alien in her sister-wife's hand. "Ohhh, she feels nice," Joyce agreed. "And she likes us," she added as Caitlin nodded, unconsciously biting her lip to keep from giggling.

Caitlin and Joyce resumed their seats on the couch as they continued to make over Little One. Jeff, smiling at them, sat beside Joyce. Propping his feet on the coffee table, Jeff leaned back and chuckled, then just said the hell with it and laughed out loud.

"What's so funny?" Joyce wanted to know as she glanced up from kissing Little One.

Jeff just looked at them for a moment, then, "You have no idea how worried I've been. You see, sometimes I make love to my wives with Little One still under my tee-shirt. Heck, we were worried that you two would be uncomfortable with her visible in the bedroom. I guess you're not going to be," he finished.

"But she saved my life, Jeff. Besides, she's cute."

"I agree that she is cute, and she is very much a friend to me, but never think that she's just a cute little puppy. Her technology is so far beyond ours there isn't even any common ground — at least in general. Also, if I understand her correctly, she is far from being unable to defend herself. What she does requires energy. When the bear attacked me, she didn't have enough energy available to replace — for the lack of a better term — the missing flesh that the bear ripped off.