Chapter 142

Jeff had suddenly remembered having visited Nat, Nicki and Whitney a few nights before they were married. After loving them, he had started to leave their bedroom as they slept. Suddenly, he had found himself in the hallway. At the time, I thought I somehow had a lapse of consciousness or something similar. I've driven home before and remembered little of the trip, my mind focused on a problem, and from what I hear, that's something that happens to people fairly often. I've heard guys joke about having driven home on "autopilot." We all do something like that from time to time, but somehow not remembering walking out of their suite didn't feel like a lapse caused by thinking about something else. I don't remember being worried about anything just then. Did I have a lapse of awareness as I left their bedroom? Surely that must have been what happened, but it's bugged me ever since. I can't remember walking out of their door — neither their bedroom door nor their suite door. It's as if ... No, that can't be, but how was the kitten able to get out of his kennel and through two closed doors to come prancing into the living room as if he owned the place?

If Selina says Billy was in the cage when she locked it, then he was there. Our little genius would never make a mistake like that. The bread wrapper tie, though a simple solution, would prevent Billy from reaching through the bars and sliding the lock open. There's no way that tiny kitten could unwind the twisted wire with his paws. Besides, the tie is still in place.

Billy could have gotten hurt roaming free in the Retreat. Surely there isn't anyone living here who would tease Selina like that — not to the point of endangering her kitten. All of the men were on the range. And all the women, including Hope, I think, were with Diana. But whether Hope was with the others during the wedding planning or not, she wouldn't do something like that to Selina. And ... we haven't kitten-proofed the Retreat. That's something we need to address. Billy has been enhanced by Little One. What does that mean for a kitten?

Even as he thought about Little One, he asked her to explain what she had done to the tiny cat. Willingly, almost joyfully, and obviously proud of her accomplishments with the kitten, she immediately deluged him with a massive amount of information — concepts that were so foreign to his human mind that he felt almost as if he had been hit with a physical object. Maybe I shouldn't have asked that, he managed to think as he abruptly sank into a chair, leaned forward and held his face in his hands.

"Jeff, are you okay?" a worried Diana asked as she knelt in front of him and put her hands on his, gently pulling them back so she could see his face.

"I'm fine," he responded, trying to grin at her. "I just asked Little One too broad a question, I suppose. It's like, uh, it's similar ... maybe to being immersed in all the knowledge from a library full of medical texts — feline medical texts. Now with a few years of study I might be able to determine what she did to that kitten in those few short minutes. I might." He suddenly raised his head to stare at his wife. "I do realize one thing, though. The kitten's enhancement process is continuing, just as ours is."

Selina, standing beside the two, stared at Jeff, but even as she opened her mouth to speak, Jeff spoke up. "No, Baby. I won't speculate yet."

Selina sucked in a breath to protest, but the Prime continued, "No. Don't push. I need to try to unscramble some of what Little One has sent me before we discuss it. I'll ask Helen to allow you to bring Billy to class with you. I think you need to keep him with you as much as possible for now. If he escaped once, he can do it again. And before you ask, I can tell you, this has nothing to do with anyone here releasing your kitten or trying to hurt him. Of that, I'm absolutely positive."

"But..."

"Selina..."

"Yes, my Prime," she finally conceded. "I shall obey." I shall be patient for now, she added to herself.

"Thank you, Selina."

After a moment, he managed to unscramble Little One's next message, {{{ My Prime, I am eager to discuss the procedures I have used to enhance you and the other humans. }}}

Jeff gave a mental shudder, barely suppressing an audible groan. No, he managed, weakly. Please let me try to understand what you have sent me before we discuss the other enhancements.

He heard a seemingly reluctant mental agreement from the little alien.

Selina, with Billy clinging to her shoulder, stepped out into the hall with Jeff, Diana, and Arlene. A moment later, they met the General in search of Jeff. "Just received a message," Whitworth said, striding up. "There are some things I must handle at the base. My women are packing our things."

"The Ship needs to go back, too," Jeff said. "You can be at the base in a couple of minutes."

"Will she take us without you on board?"

"Sure. But you should warn the scientists to keep out of that end of the hanger."

"They know better than to be in that area in case she needs to come back, but I'll make sure, of course."

"Are you going to miss the weddings?"

"No," Whitworth replied with a grin. "My women would have my butt over that. We should be back Monday in plenty of time to see your FBI agent meet his match," he finished with a chuckle.

Jeff's wives and Selina quickly hugged the General, then hurried on ahead to wish Ellen and Barbara well.

A little later, Jeff slipped on a jacket and drove the General and his mates the short distance to the Ship. Jeff entered for a moment to give her instructions. After shaking the General's hand and hugging Ellen and Barbara, Jeff stood by the Escalade as the invisible ship accelerated to altitude. After a moment, he heard the distant sound of "thunder" as the Ship translated. Damn fine taxi service, he thought as he turned the Escalade toward home.

The General and his women were back at the base. The weddings had been scheduled, although, neither Jeff nor the General had asked who was getting married when.

Art had bowed out of the costume ordering, and with only a slight cringe and a mental prayer, wisely said he would wear anything they chose for him. Sandra and Bobby grinned at each other, more to tease Art about what they were ordering, than anything else. He mentally shuddered, put on a set of earphones, turned the television on and moved to the other side of the room.

Diana, Laura, Arlene and Ann trooped in to assist with the costume ordering. Bringing up the website they had used, Diana pointed out the costumes they had ordered. Giggling, the nurses placed their order, and at Diana's insistence, overnighted it, not risking second day delivery this close to Halloween.

A little after ten, the suite was suddenly quiet as the Matthews left and Bobby shut the computer down.

As Art raised an earphone from an ear to hear them, "Bedtime," Sandra quietly said. "Time for a shower. Want to come with us, Honey?"

Art turned the TV off, put the earphones down and stood. As he looked at his two lovers, he could feel his cock beginning to swell. Oh, shit. Why did I have to run my mouth about us waiting until the wedding to have penetration? Those two looked good in scrubs, but now with a tight pullover, no bra and low-rider jeans, they're sexy as they can be. I've seen and played with their titties once, but standing in a shower with those two sexy women is going to raise the bar one hell of a lot.

The women started toward the bedroom, then turned in unison to crook a finger at him. Between the gesture, the looks on their faces, and the nipples that seemed to want to poke holes in their tops, Art was having a hard time keeping his cock from getting into the act.

He waited a bit as he concentrated on keeping the swelling from becoming a full-blown erection. Following them into the bedroom, he hesitated as he took in the trail of clothing that led to the shower area. The last items were two pink thongs by the door.

He slipped his shirt off, sat on the bed to take his shoes and socks off, then his pants. They've seen everything I have many times when I was in that hospital, and then again at their home. They even gave me a blowjob. They pulled their tops up so I could nurse their breasts, but I've never seen either of them totally nude. Why in the hell did I suddenly decide we should wait for the wedding? Well, it's scheduled for next Monday; not that far away. But they're waiting for me in the shower right now.

At the door, he dropped his shorts and looked down at his cock. It wasn't hard — yet. But it was swollen and beginning to stand out a little from his body. He could feel his pulse throb in it. Shit, my dick feels like it will go off if they even touch it. Don't make a fool out of yourself, idiot. Desperately concentrating on keeping his cock from hardening, he stepped inside the shower area. One look at the two standing side-by-side, posed as they propped against the wall, did it. His dick went to full mast in less than three seconds.

"Wow!" both women hissed out as their eyes focused on his cock obscenely sticking out from his body. Of course, they didn't think it looked obscene at all.

Art's eyes locked onto the sight before him. Giving up on controlling his dick, he thought, I have never seen two sisters that looked more alike — not even close. Hell, their bodies are virtually identical as well. I'm beginning to believe that being shot was worth it. Believe it, hell, I'm positive of it.

The sisters, following Diana's instructions, had already programmed the shower to the temperature they liked. "Us," Bobby said to activate the shower. Stepping under the spray of water, they turned back to face him. "Oops," they said as they saw the look on his face.

"Remember," Sandra added with a giggle, "you said you wanted to wait for vaginal penetration until we're married."

"I've been known to make damn fool statements on occasion," Art groused, his voice sounding almost like a growl.

Laughing, they pulled him under the showerheads. "We're going to bathe our man," they said together.

He didn't know whether they had practiced the sentence, or did it accidentally, but he did know he liked the way they sounded in their deliberately sexy voices. They didn't say they were going to start out washing my dick, he mused as Sandra soaped her hands and gently washed it. Giggling, Bobby massaged his balls with soapy hands. Then they started discussing him as if he weren't even there.

"We did well, Sis," Bobby said. "In addition to that cock, just look at these ... balls." Giggling, she added, "Hey, we don't have to be careful to call them testicles or testes any more, hmmm. He's not our patient any longer." As she gently hefted them in her hand, she continued, "I'll bet there is enough sperm in these to impregnate a hundred women."

Sandra caught her sister's eye. "Do you think we need to continue with our birth control pills? Diana and Jeff said that Little One has stopped our eggs from maturing, but what if it happens, anyway?"

Bobby cupped a hand over her groin, then pulled upward a little, caressing the area of her womb. "Who cares?" she whispered.

"Ladies," Art gasped out, "if you continue on that subject and keep stroking my dick, I'm going to..."

"Me, this time," Bobby said as she sank to her knees. She stared at his cock for a moment, then pushed her mouth over the head. "Hmmmm," she moaned just before sucking hard.

"Baby, I..." But he forgot what he was going to say as she set up a rhythmic hard sucking while stroking him with her right hand.

A little later, ashamed of himself for not lasting, but also rationalizing that there was no use in making Bobby's neck sore, he unconsciously tensed his body. "Bobby, I'm..."

"Do it," Sandra said as she hugged herself to his side. "She wants your sperm."

Legs trembling, he felt it start deep in his balls. "Oh, shit," he managed as every nerve in his body seemed to sing. "Uhhhhh..."

Bobby made a slight choking noise before swallowing, her eyes growing big. She continued milking his cock and gently sucking until the spurts turned to a dribble and eventually stopped. The strength seemed to leave his body with his semen. He managed to turn and lean back against the wall, his dick coming out of Bobby's mouth with a popping sound. Bobby scooted over and softly licked the head of his cock, occasionally pushing her mouth back over the head to suck gently. Oh shit, now I remember them saying they had researched how to give the best blowjob. The two they have given me have put to shame any other blowjobs I've ever had. He chuckled to himself, then added, What few there have been.

Bobby slid her mouth off his dick and sat back on her heels. "What's that grin for?" she asked, smiling.

"You know damn well what it's for," he chuckled. "If you two get any better, the orgasms will kill me."

Sandra leaned in to lick each of his nipples as Bobby said, "Your cock is still up. The guy we gave our virginities to lost his erection as soon as he shot off..."

Art managed a shaky laugh. "I can't speak for him, but you two are different from the few women I've been with. I have to fight with myself to not have an erection all the time."

Sandra threw him a bath sponge. "Good. Let's finish the shower and get in bed. We've talked about doing a sixty-nine with you, now we get the chance to try it. You game, Big Boy?" she said, addressing his dick as if it could answer. Art flexed his cock and the women both giggled.