Chapter 257

In their bedroom, dressed in pajamas, the girls flopped into bed. Terry grabbed the remote and dialed the lights down, then turned to her sister. "Arlene said that we wouldn't have any more periods until Little One turns them on for us again. Boy, I can sure live with that."

Alice got a look on her face and responded, "Well, as you know, I've only had one, but it sure was icky – not to say anything about worrying if I were bleeding to death. If that's what it takes to be a woman, I guess I can wait."

Terry flipped the sheet back. "I need to run to the bathroom."

Alice grabbed her sister's arm. "Uh, you don't have to go in there to jill off." Then with a very tentative voice, "We can both do it in here."

Terri sucked in a breath as she turned back to her sister. "I didn't know that you knew. Uh, you masturbate, too? I didn't know you did that yet."

"I'm almost thirteen. I've had a period and I've been jilling some for a year."

"Well, heck. I had no idea," Terri responded with a giggle as she pulled the sheet back up, "I never did like to do it sitting on a commode, though, and I fell down once and hurt my butt doing it in the shower. But I don't know if I can do that with you lying right here beside me knowing what I'm doing."

"I haven't done it a whole lot," Alice admitted, "and it takes me a long time to get off. Mostly, I wake up in the middle of the night and do it while you're asleep."

"I can't believe my kid sister is jilling," Terri said past a yawn.

"All my friends do it," Alice defended, the yawn catching, "and I know you do it, so why not me? Didn't you do it when you were my age? And besides, our ages aren't that far apart."

"So, who do you think about when you do it?"

"Not going to tell you that. Who do you think about?"

"Not going to say," Terri replied with a sleepy giggle.

Sleep took them before the conversation had gone much further.

Angela waited an hour, then got up and put her robe on. After cracking the hallway door open and determining that there was no one in sight, she scurried across the wide hall and quietly entered Eric's suite. After stealthily opening her brother's bedroom door, she crept to his bed and dropped her robe. She spent several agonizing seconds quietly raising the sheet and sliding in beside him. After lying motionless for a few minutes to make sure that he was still deeply asleep, she snuggled to his back. In seconds, she had joined him in slumberland.

Deep Space

The Captain and First Officer had finally been able to go back to their duties, and the First Officer sent a cleaning bot to rid the Captain's Ready Room of vomit and spilled stim. Hours later, when the weirdness seemed to have finally stopped, the Captain told his First Officer to notify the engine room that he was coming for an inspection. The First Officer knew that the notification was to make sure the Chief Engineer would not be doing any more tuning while the Captain was there.

"Would you like me to accompany you, Sir?"

When the Captain walked out without answering, the First Officer took that as a no, and with a sigh of relief, went back to his duties.

When the Captain reached the entrance, he stopped for a moment, wondering if anyone were still alive in the engine room. Logic would dictate that the effects of the tuning would be worse nearer the coils. After what he had experienced three decks up and all the way at the other end of the large ship... Oh, well, he thought, if the tuning killed all of them, I'll have to send a message torp for a tow, but half the riches from the planet will still be mine.

He didn't don a radiation suit, but thought he would check first. Inside the double doors, the radiation shield had been taken down. That's a good sign, he thought as he walked deeper into the big engine room. It seemed that none of the sub-engineers were present, but he found the Chief sprawled back across a seat near the three warp coils, deeply asleep. The Captain called out to the Engineer, but when that didn't seem to work, he kicked him in the leg – hard.

The Chief Engineer opened an eye that certainly didn't look too healthy, and glared at the Captain.

"On your feet. How dare you just sit there and fail to show respect by standing in my presence. I have shot crew for less."

"Maybe so," the Engineer responded, "but the way I feel right now, I just do not care."

"Then report, damn you. And where are the sub-engineers?"

"Asleep. I sent them to their quarters. I would be in mine, but I do not have the strength to walk there."

"You would leave the engine room unguarded?"

"Unguarded from what? I am the only one on this Ship who can start the warp coils, and after the last few hours, most of the crew would consider it a suicide mission to even be sent here. You do not seem to understand. I have built two warp coils and repaired another one. To my knowledge, no one has ever accomplished that unless they were in Repair Dock, and the coils may yet strew our remains across several star systems before this is over. They have now been tuned to the first rough stage, which is all I can do with the equipment I have on board. Now I am going to rest. You have your side arm. If you wish to kill me, you can, but you will be stuck here if you do."

With that, he closed his eyes and was asleep in seconds.

The Captain itched to kill him for the insubordination, but managed to hold his temper. The bastard did not tell me how much speed we could expect out of the three coils. He shoved a foot against the Chief Engineer's leg and jostled him. "How long will it take to get us to the asteroid belt?"

The Chief Engineer grunted, but slept on. The Captain put his hand on his weapon, but managed to restrain himself. Furious, he spun on his heel and headed back to the bridge, vowing he would shoot the Engineer as soon as they managed to enter their home system.

The Retreat

Jeff arose at four, did a quick pit stop, decided to wait until later to shave, then went into the big walk-in closet. Realizing their husband was up, both Kayla and Arlene caught up with him just as he was pulling on his undershorts. When he selected a shirt and jeans instead of running gear, the women looked at each other before Kayla said, "When you got up early, we thought you had changed your mind and had decided to run after all."

"Sorry Ladies. I woke up at the usual time anyway, and hoped I could sneak out of bed without waking you two. Last night, I told Security that I wouldn't run this morning, but the Lieutenant said they would plow out the county road, anyway. If the two of you insist..." he teased.

"No," the two said as one, then smiled at each other.

Arlene injected a bit hopefully, "We could sleep for another hour and a half..."

"You two go on back to bed; I'm wide awake and thinking about a cup of hot coffee."

Arlene and Kayla glanced at each other, coming to a silent agreement before Arlene went on, "Since we're up anyway, how about some eggs and bacon to go with that coffee? Sound good?"

"Well, since I'm always hungry, you bet they do."

When they entered the kitchen a few minutes later, Arlene looked around. "The place is spotless, so I guess no one came for a snack last night."

Kayla opened the door of the first dishwasher. "Wrong. Looks like they ate, but then cleaned up after themselves."

"Good," Arlene returned, "then they should fit right in."

Kayla took a gallon of orange juice and a bowl of cut-up fruit from a refrigerator. After putting them on the table, she started the coffee. Jeff set the table as Arlene scrambled eggs and fried two pounds of bacon while Kayla made toast. As soon as it was ready, Jeff poured coffee for the three of them while Arlene poured the juice. Shortly, they were eating with Jeff sitting at the head of the table, flanked on either side by his wives.

Kayla grinned over at her husband. "This should hold you until breakfast."

"So, what's on the agenda for today?" Arlene asked her father.

Jeff put a forkful of eggs in his mouth, then took a sip of orange juice to wash them down. "As soon as it's daylight, I'm going with the pilot who's on avalanche control. With all the snow we had yesterday, and more on the way tonight, Security needs to move some of the accumulation down the mountain before it becomes a dangerous avalanche. If the wind behaves, we'll use the Daisy Bell to set off some minor slides before they become major ones."

"Can we go with you?" Kayla asked, worried about Jeff leaving in a helicopter without her.

But Jeff was shaking his head. "There will just be the pilot and me. It's not a big helicopter and we're keeping the load to a minimum to add maneuverability. With the Daisy Bell weighing almost nine hundred pounds, plus an oxygen and two hydrogen cylinders mounted to its sides, we already have a lot of weight to drag around."

"Aaannnnd..." a suspicious Arlene said, stretching out the word as she locked eyes with her father, "you think it's too dangerous for us to come with you, right?"

"I didn't say that, and it's not dangerous per se, but flying a helicopter along the side of the mountain and then hovering a hundred feet or so above the edge while towing the Daisy Bell can be a bit tricky with the winds we have up here."

"So it's okay for you to do it, but not us?" Arlene continued.

"Forget it," the Prime said with a grin, as he reached to take a hand of each of his wives. "You are not going to logic me into saying you can go – either of you. Besides, like I said, the less weight we have on board, the more responsive the helicopter is. And with the wind gusts, you want the aircraft to be as responsive as you can make it."

"You're beginning to scare me," Kayla said. "I for one want my husband to stay right here with us. Those guys do that crap all the time in winter, and they don't need our husband."

"Actually, they do need me – at least today. The tech who usually handles the Daisy Bell had some family problems and had to suddenly take off for a couple of weeks. Early morning is the best time to go, because the winds are usually less then. With more snow forecast for tonight, we have a narrow window of opportunity to dislodge some of the buildup early this morning. By the time Security gets another tech here, the winds will be up again. I've had the training, so I can fill in for him. And besides, I get to feel like I actually have something worthwhile to do."

Arlene tried one more time. "There are bound to be others trained..."

Jeff's voice subtly changed. "Give it up, Wife. I need to do this." Both women heard the inflection in his voice and began to wonder. They glared at their husband, but Jeff changed the subject and went on eating.

After they had finished their meal, neither of the young women was very talkative. When they had cleaned up after their breakfast, Jeff put his arms around Kayla and pulled her to him for a long kiss. As Arlene walked by, supposedly leaving the kitchen, he grabbed her arm, pulled her to him, and kissed her the same way he had Kayla.

"Doggonit, Daddy," Arlene mumbled when he released her, "I'm still mad at you. We don't want you going off in that helicopter. Granted, the winds are nothing like they were yesterday, and early morning is usually the calmest time, I suppose, but there's always wind up here. Winds and helicopters hovering close to the mountainside don't go well together. I want you to ... eeeep."

The last escaped Arlene's mouth as Jeff suddenly picked her up and sat her on the table. Before she could object, he had unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. With a yank, they and her panties were lying on the floor, and he had his face buried in her groin.

"Daddy, that is so not fair," she tried just as he cupped his tongue and tried to push it up her pussy.

Kayla unbuttoned Arlene's blouse so that her breasts would be on display for Jeff. Her breathing was already becoming ragged. "Daddy, I..." she began as he locked his lips around her clit and batted it with his tongue. She had been leaning partway back with her hands on the table and her arms braced. It wasn't long before her legs slammed tight against her father's head as she flopped back to scream out her orgasm.

Kayla eyed Arlene's swaying and bouncing breasts as she wiggled in time with her husband's tongue swiping her clit. Milk was beginning to leak from her engorged nipples. Kayla leaned forward and took a nipple into her mouth, sucking gently, wanting the young Queen's milk.

Jeff slowly licked Arlene's vulva, then her clit again while he pushed two fingers up her tight pussy, curling them to press against her g-spot. Whining, gasping, one orgasm tumbled onto another. After a few minutes, Jeff stood, pushed his shoes off and shrugged out of his jeans and shorts.

"Oh, shitttt," Arlene hissed out as he put his cock against her entrance and shoved forward. Four pushes later, he was balls deep and pressed tightly against her womb. Kayla moved aside as Jeff put Arlene's legs on his shoulders, grabbed her hips and power fucked her. Her breasts bounced with each of his thrusts, and her swollen nipples sprayed woman milk on both of them. When Arlene finally passed out from having orgasms, he short-stroked her a few times, then shoved all the way in and held as he spewed his seed into her.