Chapter 179

All of the Carters, with Connie and Denise, sat in the sitting room of the Carter's suite talking with Jeff and Diana. With Jeremy's encouragement and assurance, Van had allowed the blocks to be installed in his and his family's minds.

Jeff sat for a moment thinking, then catching Van's eye, "To be quite frank with you two, I usually use the Healer first."

"Healer?" Van wondered aloud.

"As I mentioned earlier, the blocks are given for a very good reason. But I usually use the Healer first, in a clandestine manner. Then, while the person is almost overwhelmed by how good he or she is feeling, I ask them to allow me to block them so I can explain why they suddenly feel so darn good. But because of circumstances today, I've changed things around a bit with you three."

Jeff went on to explain who and what Little One was, but it was obvious that Van and Adriana thought he was stretching things, if not outright lying. On the other hand, Paulette seemed to believe, probably because her brother, who she thought could do no wrong, backed Jeff's story.

"Uh, no disrespect, Mr. Matthews..."

"Jeff."

"Uh, Jeff, but..."

Not wanting to overwhelm them with the sight of Little One flowing out of his collar, Jeff stood, turned away and leaned over a bit. When she was in his hands, he turned back to Van.

Van, although wanting to believe Jeff was telling the truth, found it difficult to think that Jeff held a small alien AI, let alone one that could heal and "enhance" a person. With Little One visible in Jeff's hand, Van started to shake his head, until ... she moved.

"The Ship has several fully functional healing chambers, but Little One here," the Prime continued as he reseated himself and held her out in front of him, "is basically a first aid kit for Primes. However, she has adapted and strengthened herself until she is capable of far more than her original design stipulated. Now, with enhancements provided by the ship, she can do in thirty minutes what used to take her several days. With your permission, I'll ask her to enhance the three of you just as she has Jeremy, Denise and Connie."

"Mom, Dad, she's real," Jeremy offered.

"That ... thing, is really alive?" Adriana asked, obviously ill at ease. "How do you control her? Is she safe? Where did she come from?"

"She is, indeed, alive and fully sentient. I don't really control her in the sense you mean. I merely ask her when I need her to do something, although she is fully capable of acting on her own. I'll fill you in on where she came from a little later when we have time do go into detail. Safe?" he said with a chuckle, "She's designed to heal, but she will also defend me if need be. You certainly have no reason to fear her, though. She is a member of our family, is loved and she loves us."

Jeff had noticed the look on Paulette's face and held the Healer out to her. "Touch her. She won't bite. She doesn't even have a mouth."

Paulette reached out, but hesitated just before she touched Little One, looking toward her brother for assurance.

"Pet her," Jeremy said. "You'll see. She's real."

Paulette put her hand tentatively on the alien, then jerked back. Jeff chuckled, "Did you hear something in your mind?"

"Uh ... yeah ... I guess. I think I heard a faint, uh, sort of buzzing in my mind," she replied as she reached out to touch Little One again.

"She's a telepath. Diana, Arlene and Laura can pick up a little from her, and my other wives can feel her to some extent, but Little One and I have learned to communicate fairly well, at least on most things. But it's nothing like speech, nor half as clear as conversing with the Ship."

By now, Paulette was gently stroking Little One, then reached to take the alien. "I can feel her," she said as she put Little One in her lap, "and she's happy," Paulette finished with wonder in her voice.

The Carters continued to focus on Little One, all of them now tentatively petting her, "How old am I?" Diana asked Adriana.

Adriana hesitated, so Diana went on. "Twenty, twenty-one, maybe? Is that what you were going to say? I'll bet you were thinking I was Arlene's stepmom. Now think about this, Arlene is my daughter, not my stepdaughter, and she's sixteen. While you're contemplating that, do you remember Susan? You were introduced to her. Well, she's my mom. How old would you have guessed she is if I hadn't just said she's my mother?"

"That's a bit..." but Van stopped before he could imply that they were lying.

" ... farfetched," Jeff finished for him with a chuckle. "Now here's something else for you to mull over. Once Little One enhances you, you will never be ravaged by old age or any type of disease – ever."

Van and Adriana were sitting on the couch with Paulette sitting beside her mother. Van, still skeptical, but trying to keep an open mind, took Adriana's hand, then looked back at Jeff. "Considering what you've said so far, I hesitate to ask, but you mentioned a ship..."

Diana grabbed Jeff's hand, "Since he thinks we're nuts anyway, let me." When Jeff nodded, the Queen turned back to Van. Deadpan, she responded, "He's referring to the starship parked at the back of our outdoor firing range."

"Yeah, right," Van said, laughing. "I knew you were pulling our legs about all this. That thing there that you put on our heads doesn't do anything. And that," he said as he motioned to Little One, "is a toy or a kid's robot or something, and ... there certainly isn't a starship out there."

Paulette was shaking her head. "Dad, I feel her. I really, really do."

Before Van could respond, Jeff continued with, "Tell you what. Suppose we make a deal? We'll slip on our coats and I'll take you out to the range. If there is an invisible ship out there, we'll come back in here and you will allow Little One here," he said, motioning to the Healer on Paulette's lap, "to put all of you to sleep for a couple of hours while she enhances your bodies. I give you my word that nothing bad will happen to you."

"And if there isn't a starship out there?" Van asked with a grin.

"Then I'll apologize for lying to you, and I'll do it in front of everyone in the Retreat."

"We'll all go," Adriana said.

"Good," Diana agreed. "It's not that late. A short walk before bedtime will do all of us good."

Jeff brought the outside lights up, spoke to Security on his radio for a moment, then guided the visitors out the back. "That way," he said, nodding at the cleared vehicle path toward the invisible ship.

A look passed between Van and his wife, but they said nothing. Connie and Denise, with their arms around Jeremy, walked on behind the others, all three wondering. Jeff had mentioned the Ship to them, but they hadn't seen it, and like Van, weren't totally convinced there was a Ship, but with what the Healer had already done to them, Jeremy, Denise and Connie were much more inclined to believe what Jeff said.

A few moments later, almost to the end of the cleared path, Van glanced at Jeff as they continued to walk. "Look, I was just teasing, and I suspect you were, too. I don't want there to be any hard feelings between us. You've invited us up here and have treated my son so well – all of us. Let's just..."

Jeff put a hand on the other man's shoulder, stopping him and the others. "Put your hands in front of your faces and walk forward slowly. I don't want anyone to get hurt walking into the Ship," Jeff instructed. When Van frowned, then smirked, Jeff continued, "Just humor me, please."

"Uh, okay," Van said, wondering how far Jeff would take his little game. Van brought his hands up in front of his face and took a few more steps before he ... collided with something very solid and unmoving.

Jeff reached a hand out to steady Van as he staggered back. The newly discovered Alpha righted himself and put a hand out to feel. The hand encountered something, but as he pressed against the object, his hand slid to the right or left. He couldn't seem to really feel the surface in front of him. It was if there were no friction at all.

"Oh, shit," Van mumbled as a ramp suddenly appeared leading up to a hatchway to nowhere.

"Shall we?" Jeff said as he ushered them aboard.

Hours later, Adriana returned to their bedroom after making sure Paulette was okay in the second bedroom of the suite. Van had stripped down to his undershorts before sitting on the side of the bed to watch his wife change into her nightie. "I guess I made a fool of myself, huh? But crap, how are you supposed to act when someone tells you there's a starship in the back yard?" Not expecting an answer, he went on, "One thing Jeff surely did accomplish though, I'll believe him from now on. And ... if he hadn't told me to put my hands in front of my face, I would have brained myself on that thing. I just knew there wasn't anything out there. I was positive he was teasing us."

Adriana, clad in a modest nightie, sat on her husband's lap snuggling to him. "Just hold me. An awful lot has happened to us in a short period of time. And whatever that ... uh, Little One did to us, I feel wonderful, and ... horny. Really, really horny. I thought our daughter would never hush and let me come back in here. She wanted to talk about everything." Hugging Van hard, Adriana kissed him. "Make love to me, Husband."

Later still, Van and Adriana, hungry and now wearing robes, stepped into the sitting area of the suite. Paulette was sitting on the couch with a platter piled high with fried chicken breasts on the coffee table in front of her. There were scraps of a chicken breast on her plate, and she had just bitten into another piece. Quickly swallowing, she grinned at her parents. "I started to check on you two, but when I cracked your door open and heard Mom, uh, making noises, I thought I had better wait a while before asking if you wanted a snack."

"Paulette," Adriana hissed out.

"Oh, come on, Mom. I didn't see anything, but you sure were making a racket."

Van tried to project a stern face, but felt far too good to pull it off. Stifling a chuckle, "Where did you get all that chicken?"

His daughter, mouth full, motioned toward the refrigerator. After swallowing, "Arlene told me where they kept the leftovers in the kitchen, if this wasn't enough for us. She said they cooked it so we could have something to eat after Little One enhanced us."

Adriana reached to get a piece of chicken. "They cooked all this just for us?" she asked, taking a bite.

"Yeah," Paulette managed to answer with her mouth full.

Van grabbed two plates and handed his wife one, giving her another breast as well as placing two on his plate. Husband and wife sat on the couch with their daughter. He took a big bite, then hesitated for a second to savor the taste. After chewing and swallowing, "Hey, Babe, this is almost as good as yours. Jeff said we would be hungry. Actually, he said we would be 'ravenous.' Even that seems like an understatement now. I don't think I've ever been this hungry in my life."

Adriana, far too busy eating her chicken to talk, didn't answer.

Paulette paused for a moment. "There are biscuits and a big bowl of creamed potatoes in the refrigerator, if you want them. I just grabbed the chicken and started eating, not bothering with the rest."

Van was opening the refrigerator almost before Paulette had finished speaking.

Later, their appetites satisfied for the moment, Van sat back in one of the comfortable chairs. "What have we gotten ourselves into?" he quietly remarked. "Alphas with multiple wives, spaceships, aliens ... What the hell is an Alpha, anyway?"

Adriana walked over and sat in his lap. "I've lived with one twenty-two years, and I think he's a pretty nice guy." Snuggling contentedly against her husband, she kissed his neck, feeling his instant response under her ass as she did so. Adriana wiggled around. "Mmmmm, that feels nice," she whispered into her husband's ear, but Paulette heard.

"Mooommm, you're embarrassing me. Way too much information for my delicate ears."

Van chuckled. "Oh, I doubt that you are too embarrassed. And I'm pretty sure it took you a good ten seconds to close the bedroom door when you heard us making love," he finished, guessing that his daughter had lingered.

"Daddee." she squealed.

Laughing, Adriana stood. "Let's wash our dishes and get back to bed. I want to be up early enough to help with breakfast."

"And I have some apologizing to do for being so skeptical of what the Matthews were telling us. Our son, however, seems to take all this in stride."

"Well, they've been here since last night, and in addition to that, they were familiar with the Matthews before that, plus Jeff had already done the healing thing to them."

"I guess you're right," Van admitted. "But it sure was embarrassing when I walked into that spaceship, or starship, or whatever they call it."

"I think we were all just as surprised as you were," Adriana said. "Now, we need to get some sleep."

Back in her bed a few minutes later, Paulette, her body enhanced, slid her hand inside her panties to encounter an ultra-sensitive clit. She had masturbated earlier, but hearing her mom and dad had excited her again. She hadn't lied to her parents, but she hadn't told them everything, either. She had stood with their bedroom door partially open, listening for a couple of minutes instead of the ten seconds her father had accused her of. She was fairly certain he hadn't noticed the barely-open door – he and her mom had been too busy. Paulette gently teased her clitoris as she remembered the slap, slap, slap of her parent's bodies, her mother's squeals and her father's grunts. Yet another orgasm thundered through her young body as she mentally pictured her parents, all the while feeling guilty.

When her climax abated, she teased around her opening, then dipped her middle finger just inside her pussy until she touched her hymen. That's yours, Big Brother. I've refused to even use tampons and stayed with pads to make sure my cherry remains fully intact for you. One day that will be me making noises while our bodies move together. Her back arched as she imagined holding her pussy high for Jeremy, another orgasm wracking her body as she did so. A little later, sleep finally overtook her as her last orgasm faded into memory.