Chapter 52

..."Baby, I feel odd," Brenda said in Fred's mind.

Fred had slipped his shoes off and had propped his feet on the dash as they watched the cotton picker work in the field. What do you mean by 'odd?' Fred asked, his mental voice concerned.

"I don't know. It's ... hard to explain. Just an odd feeling that I've never felt before."

"Brenda says she feels 'odd, '" Fred said aloud.

Soon, all three women were touching Fred so they could hear Brenda, and asking her what was wrong.

"I don't know. Maybe nothing. It's just a ... peculiar feeling. Like ... I don't know," she said, the frustration obvious in her mental voice. "I've never felt anything like it before."

"Do you feel bad? Are you sick? Oh, crap, that was stupid. You can't be sick, you're a..." Carla stumbled to a stop.

"I'm not a freaking ghost. So don't call me one," Brenda snapped, quite uncharacteristically.

"I was going to say spirit," Carla quietly said. "I didn't mean to insult."

"Oh, shit. I didn't mean to, either," Brenda said. "It's just that I feel so ... strange. I don't know what is wrong with me. And you're right; I can't see how I could be sick. I have, generally, the same feelings I had when I was alive, though, minus a few things like a body, for instance," she sarcastically said.

"We all love you," Carla said. "All we can give you is our love. Well, unless we're making love, then we can share our orgasms with you," she chuckled.

"Can you describe it to us?" Fred said aloud for the benefit of the others.

"I don't know. It's like ... maybe you have just discovered you have a third hand, or something like that."

"Do you mean..."

"No, no. The analogy is way off base. I don't have a hand, period — much less a third hand, but it's almost like I can touch something. Like I need to touch something. Crap, I don't know. I said it was odd, didn't I? I can't explain it ... Let's roll. I'm tired of looking at that cotton picker."

Fred dropped his feet off the dash. "Saddle up, ladies. Let's get out of here."

Jessica and Audrey returned to their seats to buckle up while Fred slipped his shoes back on. As Carla fastened her seat belt, she looked over at Fred, then reached to touch his hand again. "We're here for you, Brenda. Anything we can do, we will."

Brenda didn't answer, but just sent a feeling of unease.

They traveled throughout the afternoon, periodically checking with Brenda while passing cotton and corn farms, and an occasional dairy farm or pecan farm before late in the day Jessica told them they were only a few miles from a small RV park.

"Sounds good," Fred responded. "I'm getting hungry."

"Well, we want to keep your energy up," Audrey said, embarrassing herself as Jessica giggled.

Shortly, they pulled into the park. "Looks like all they have is packed gravel," Fred said. "No concrete pads, but everything looks reasonably level. Whatever is left, the Tourmaster's leveling system will take care of, anyway."

After paying the attendant, finding their spot, and hooking up, they ate. Later, they cleaned up the kitchen and sat in folding chairs just outside the camper as twilight darkened into night.

"Brenda, you okay?" Carla asked as she took Fred's hand so she could hear his dead wife.

Carla and Fred heard the mental sigh. "Yeah. I'm fine, and the feeling isn't quite as intense as it was. Maybe a few good orgasms will take care of me," she said with a mental laugh.

"That probably goes for all of us," Carla answered. Then standing, she said to the others, "Let's go take a shower, then make our man glad he brought us with him."

A couple hours later, Fred lay in a sticky bed, Jessica sleeping on top of him, his cock still pushed up her. Carla and Audrey were snuggled against him as he managed to look at his watch. It's only nine o'clock. Not really bedtime yet. But the rhythm of Jessica's heart soon matched his and he slept, anyway.

Jessica smiled in her sleep as her pussy occasionally massaged the cock buried in her. That cock belonged to the most wonderful man in her world. Life was good.

Jeff and Diana stood in their bedroom looking at the monitor as the truck started down the driveway. "What did they say when you tipped them?"

Diana chuckled. "Oh, they were expecting it this time, but I also think they were a little worried that the tip wouldn't be as much, since they were so late."

Jeff turned so that he could look in the eyes of his wife. "Between the three of them, they must have told me half a dozen times that the parts for the bed came in late, but they got here as soon as they could."

"That one guy was so transparent. He kept trying to unobtrusively check out the vanity area with those ten sinks. Those guys know damn well you have more than one woman, and that one wanted to ask sooo bad," Diana laughed.

"Yeah, I saw him, but I thought he was going to 'Sir' me to death. I swear he put two sirs in one sentence."

"Well, as much as we paid for this bed, probably the owner gave them a lecture before they left to come up here."

"They did a good job, though," Jeff added. "You can barely see the seam where the mattresses are joined. And with the way the bed itself is supported, I could park my truck on it."

"Well, with ten women on it, plus you..."

"Nine," Jeff broke in. "Nine."

Diana giggled softly, punching him gently in the ribs.

Jeff grabbed the back oh her neck and kissed her hard.

The bedroom door flew open. "Yesss!" Arlene said as the wives all streamed in with Kayla following a bit uncertainly in their wake.

Arlene took a couple running steps, then launched herself to bounce on her back on the bed. Of course, not to be outdone, the other young wives did the same thing. Laughing, giggling girls rolled around on the mattress tickling each other and calling for Jeff to come join them, emphasizing the "come," then bursting into giggles again.

Diana pointed. "The new sheets are over there," she called into the melee, trying to keep a straight face.

Jennie scrambled off the bed and tore into the package with gusto. "There are only four sheets," she said.

"That's all I could get made up in time. More will be here shortly."

"Wash day has just gotten interesting around here," Jeff said. "Will one of those things even go in the washer?"

"We can easily get two of them into one of the industrial washers. And I thought ahead this time. Remember when Laura and I had to sew regular sized sheets together for our first nights on our big bed?"

Jeff hugged her to him, his older wives gathering around also, as they watched his younger wives make the bed. Diana grabbed Kayla and pulled her to Jeff's arms. "You'll be in that bed soon," Diana whispered into Kayla's ear.

"That looks like a job just to change the sheets," Jeff said.

"Well, if someone I know didn't leave puddles all over the bed, we wouldn't have to change the sheets every day," Diana teased, a devilish grin on her face.

"I don't leave the puddles, although I do initiate them, I guess," Jeff said with a chuckle.

Diana could see the blush creep up the back of Kayla's neck. Fighting back a giggle, Diana continued, "The man is a walking semen machine. He never seems to run out. Of course, it does tend to 'run out' of us afterward," she finished, giggling.

"Mom, that's so tacky," Arlene said just before she and the other young wives joined Diana in her laughter.

Kayla's blush darkened.

Before Diana could continue with her teasing, Whitney, Nat and Nicki walked in the open door. "Oh, shit," Whitney gasped out when she saw the bed, then slapped her hand over her mouth. "Oops. Sorry."

"Wow," the twins said in unison.

"That about sums it up," Jeff said, laughter in his voice.

"Maybe we shouldn't be in here," Nicki quietly said, looking at Diana.

Diana pulled the girls aside where she could talk privately with them. "You can always come in the sitting room," she quietly said, but if the bedroom door is closed... "Well, you are still welcome because you're family, but you might be extremely embarrassed on occasion if you open that closed door. For all practical purposes, though, you're adults. You are the same age as my husband's younger wives. But be aware, if you come in while my husband is making love to us, his pheromones will guarantee that you will be part of it almost instantly. You might not be ready for that, just yet, and I know that Jeff wants to give you time," she finished, trying to be diplomatic, knowing full well if Jeff had his way, the girls would remain in a father-daughter relationship with him.

After Diana chatted and teased them for a few minutes, the girls relaxed and joined Jeff's younger wives in their play on the bed.

Well, at least we run around here most of the time barefooted or in sock feet. They didn't even have to pull their shoes off.

Thinking about the girls, Diana's mind drifted. My husband is starting to balk, despite what Little One tells him about Primes. But he didn't try to lie to me when I asked all those questions about Primes, and when I ask Little One about things, I'm beginning to get ... something. Feelings mostly, but when I ask her about wives, I get something that has to be amusement.

Oh, shit. I wish I could understand her like Jeff does. Am I nuts trying to get my husband more wives? When I tried to ask Little One that, I couldn't understand the feeling she sent. And she has already told Jeff that Primes have many wives. But I know the new girls will be good wives for him. They just need a little time around us to become accustomed to something other than that awful orphanage. And Kayla is already one of us. She said she is feeling us more every day. Heck, she felt us the first day she was here. Jeff needs to get off his ass and take her for a wife. Things happen quickly for Alphas. I know he loves her. Yeah, he needs to make love to her tonight while Little One works on the girls. We need to discuss that with him. He can keep his cock in his pants until their wedding night, but he needs to make love to her, anyway.

After a few minutes, Diana clapped her hands together to get the new girls attention. "Okay, I have an idea. Have you girls ever made divinity?"

Her answer was blank stares from the girls.

"We don't even know what it is," Nat ventured.

"Where are your laptops?"

"Uh, in our bedroom on our bed," Nat said.

"Go look it up, then. After that, meet us in the kitchen. I'll get your new Meemi. I'm sure she will show you how to make it just like she did me when I was even younger than you."

"Well, that sure got rid of them," Jeff laughed as the girls hurried out.

"For now, My Love. For now. But it won't be long before the initial excitement of their new home is past, and they focus on the man of the house."

"Diana, I..."

"Oh, hush. When one of them gets a titty in your mouth, it will be all over."

Before he could respond, Diana pulled his head down and glued her mouth to his, slowly rubbing her braless breasts against his chest. That started an avalanche of wives who wanted to do the same thing. Kayla stood back, blushing, until Arlene reached out and grabbed her, shoving her into Jeff's arms. Jeff gave her the same treatment he did his wives. Kayla shivered and clung to him.

Diana walked into her mother's suite. Susan was lying on the couch in her sitting room, a couple of pillows under her head and a coke on the coffee table nearby, the TV on.

"Why in the world are you sitting in here by yourself watching the mind numbing box?"