Chapter 266

Their self-tour of the classrooms was an eye-opener for both Angela and Eric. They knew the Matthews were wealthy, and seeing the opulence of the Retreat certainly enforced that, but the classroom was something beyond wealth. As they stopped in one of the work areas, Angela dropped into the form fitting seat and just looked around her. "It's like ... sitting in a beautiful wooded glen, yet each study area is secluded from the others. My goodness. Even the computer screen seems almost part of the scenery. It's hard to believe this whole thing is one giant classroom. I would teach here for free."

"Then you're going to take the job, Aunt Angie?" Alice asked, almost jumping up and down in her enthusiasm.

"Eric?" Angela asked, looking up at him as he stood watching her.

"Well, you know I'll never get another job paying what my last one did, and be damned if I want to start out with new grad pay at another of the conglomerates." His expression changed to a smile. "I'd be a fool to turn down Jeff's proposal. Heck, it might even make money in the long run, and he offered me a great salary until the store makes a profit. Jeff is enthusiastic about it. He said that Frank would have some of his people advise us, and since he's a billionaire, he obviously knows how to make money. Looks like we need to put our houses on the market, Sis. Both are paid for, so the sales will give us a cushion to fall back on if something goes awry – if you agree, that is."

"So, we're gonna live here?" Terri broke in, breathlessly.

"Looks that way," her father responded. "If Angie agrees."

"I'd be a fool not to take this job," Angela said just before two girls tried to hug her to death.

"Okay, then I'll talk to Jeff and tell him I'm on board, and you can tell Helen she has an assistant. But I want Jeff, Diana, you and me to sit down and discuss this. Jeff really pushed for us to live here, at least until the store was built and open. And ... housing is expensive in this area – very expensive compared to where we've been living, so living here would save us the expense of a house – well, two of them, unless you still want to live by yourself."

Angie's face was flushed as she replied, "I never wanted to live by myself, and even though you asked, I felt guilty about moving in with you. I expected you to start dating, but ... you never did." She glanced around at the expensive furniture, "This place – everything about it – is beautiful. I've fallen in love with this ... this..."

"Retreat," Eric offered.

"Yeah, I've fallen in love with the Retreat – their home – and Diana was adamant that we live here – all of us. It just seems unreal that they would want us to live here..."

Eric took his sister's hand to help her stand, more an act of love than need. "Jeff told me he wanted 'all his Alphas' as near to him as possible. I ... guess I don't even know what to think about that, except ... I can feel him. And Angie ... I'm beginning to be able to feel all three of you. I need to talk with Jeff a lot more about these feelings we've been having..."

"I thought it was just me," Angela quietly said as she looked up at her brother. "Something has happened to us since Little One enhanced us." The girls were giggling, and brother and sister turned to them. "What?" Angie questioned.

Terri and Alice looked at each other. "We've always been able to feel each other. That's one of the reasons we have continued sleeping together. We have never wanted to be separated. We've told you guys before, but we think you didn't believe us."

Eric hugged his daughters to him. "I guess I thought you were just making it up, but now I can believe you. It's all so ... odd. My body feels different. My mind is even clearer."

Angela joined the group hug. "It's Little One. What she did to us. Diana said we would know that we are all family, and she didn't mean just us four."

"Jeff said, 'welcome home'," Eric whispered. "When he said it, I felt something. It was like a part of me responded to him, responded to what he said."

The small family stood holding each other for a long while.

Fred's women, Van's women and Jeremy's women had left to go back to their respective farms to feed the animals and complete the farm chores that must be done. Although Fred, Van and Jeremy had started to go with their women, the females had insisted that the men stay and practice their "homework." In other words, practice field-stripping and assembling the pulse rifles in the dark or blindfolded.

When Van had objected, Adriana hugged him and whispered into his ear, "You can do without pussy for one night, stud. Just work hard so you don't have to practice tomorrow night, too."

"I'll be working with one," he quietly said just as Lillian grabbed him for her hug. After kissing his second wife, he swatted both of them on their butts as they all walked out to the pickup.

Paulette really didn't want to leave Jeremy, and there were tears in her eyes as Connie and Denise, their arms around their sister-wife, ushered her into the pickup.

"We'll take care of your wives," Adriana quietly said to her son as she kissed him on his cheek.

A couple of moments later, Jeremy stood watching as Adriana's pickup followed Carla's as they started down the drive. Van tapped his son on a shoulder. "Come on before we freeze our butts off out here."

Jeremy started toward the back door with his father and Fred, but his long face made his feelings obvious.

"They'll be fine, Son. Let's find Art and get started learning to field-strip those rifles in the dark. If we get it down pat tonight, we can go home with the women tomorrow night."

"Ah, fuck," Jeremy responded, "I know Mom and Paulette can do anything on the farm, and they have Connie and Denise to help, plus Lillian is with them now, but..."

" ... But being a newlywed, it's hard to be away from them, huh? Remember, though, I've just married Lillian, too, so I know how you feel, and with the enhancement, your mom is even more ready than she has ever been. Believe me, that's saying something."

"Too much information, Dad. Wayyy too much, but while we're on the subject, my wives and I need to get moved into our house or else we need to put some sound insulation in your bedroom. Hearing my mom scream out orgasms is..."

"And what do you think I hear from your three wives, huh? And one of them is Paulette. It's still hard to think of my daughter with your cock pushed up her as she screams out orgasms."

"So what are we going to do?" Jeremy wanted to know.

Van thought for a moment as they hung their coats up in the hallway, then with a grin, "Get used to it, I guess," he replied as he slapped his son on the back. "Now let's find Art and get to work."

Jeff quietly eased the door open on one of the conference rooms and walked in. Other than some soft muttering and an occasional quiet expletive, there was little sound in the room other than a clink now and then of metal parts being fitted together. Art walked slowly around the table watching the blindfolded Alphas as they struggled to reassemble their field-stripped pulse rifles. "Slowly," he cautioned Frank. "Let your hands learn what each part feels like until you build a mental picture as the parts go back to form the whole. Stop and think about the part you will need next and what it looks and feels like.

"Make sure the orientation of the part in your hand is the way I described it. With your off hand positioned where the new part needs to go, move the part there, making sure the orientation continues to be correct. Do not hurry, yet. Sarge says it's better to learn the proper feel first; speed of assembly will come by repetition, but that repetition must be correct or the overall result will be clumsy, and under the stress of combat, you will make mistakes. That's the way he taught us, and that's the way I'm trying to teach you. Everyone here is every bit as smart as I am. I learned it, and so can you."

Jeff winked at the young Alpha and quietly left the conference room.

Later, a mentally fatigued Eric walked into his bedroom intent on a hot shower and bed. Coming to an abrupt halt, he stared at Angela, who was sitting in his bed propped against pillows, reading. The sheet was pulled up to hip level, but the sexy, light-blue negligée she was wearing did more to display her breasts than hide them. While he stared, her nipples visibly started to swell and push against the almost-sheer material.

"Angie..." he began, but his brain didn't seem to be able to form words.

Seeing the stunned look on his face, "What's the big deal, Brother? I've sneaked in here the last two nights. I don't want to sleep by myself. I've done enough of that for too many years. So, I just skipped the waiting-until-you-were-asleep step, and moved my things into your suite."

He blurted the first thing that came to mind. "But ... what will the Matthews say?"

That brought a grin to her face. "Well now, let's see," she responded with a smirk. "Jeff is sleeping with his daughter, and Jeremy is married to his own sister. So what will the Matthews say, huh? I suspect – if they should find out, it will either be nothing, or some form of congratulations. Besides, it's not as if we're having sex. I just liked sleeping with you during the last two nights and don't want to quit. And ... you surely didn't kick me out of your bed. Seems like I remember waking up with someone's hand holding my titty, and you didn't seem to be too mad at me for sneaking into your bed. Besides, Diana was amused that I had to sneak in here."

"You told her?" he got out, his voice showing more emotion than he wanted it to. "Uh, and why was she amused? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't know, Brother. You figure it out," she said with a wicked smile. "And as to telling her, she's the Clan Queen. We can't have secrets from the Clan Queen. Think what all the Matthews have told us. They have no secrets from us because we're family, so we can't have any secrets from them." Then abruptly changing the subject, "You look bushed. Why don't you hurry and take your shower so we can both get some sleep."

"Uh," he said, looking at her out of the corner of his eye, "don't you think that negligée is a little..."

"Can't look a gift horse in the mouth, and all that," she tried to seriously say. "This is what Diana gave me to sleep in. She gave me several others, but there isn't a lot of difference except the colors. I do have some crotchless panties, if you prefer," she teased just to see him blush, "but I like the thong I have on better. Want to see?" she finished as she raised the sheet.

"No. No," he said jumping to his feet. "I've got to take that shower and get to bed. Sarge wants us there at eight in the morning, and he said we would have a full morning working on what we were supposed to have practiced tonight, then if we pass his test, we're going to Security's range in the afternoon."

"Hurry up then. I'll be waiting," Angela responded in a lilting voice.

Eric glanced back at her just as he left the bedroom for the shower area. She was already reading again, or pretending to. He felt his cock lurch as his eyes focused on her partially-covered breasts with their aroused nipples still tenting her negligée. She's your sister, he mentally admonished himself. I can't get a hard-on over my sister. And why are her nipples aroused? Maybe she's cold, he tried to tell himself. By the time he got in the shower, his cock was fully erect despite his self-criticism. Did I really have her breast in my hand, or is she just teasing? Shit, Naomi used to want me to hold her titty while we slept. I miss having a woman snuggled to me like that. And that thought brought a feeling of guilt that he had done that with his sister. I need to get that off my mind. Angie and I need to have a talk. I can't imagine how upset my girls would be if they saw me spooned with Angie while I was holding her tit. Shit. What is she thinking?

Eric stood under the shower, gradually increasing the heat of the water. Oh, that feels good, he thought as he worked his shoulders to try to relieve some of the soreness from the push-ups. Jeff said that Little One could relieve our soreness, but there's no way I'm going to wimp out and allow her to get rid of a few aches. I noticed that Bridget was walking a bit tentatively this morning. I'll bet Matt had something to do with that, he thought with a grin. Damn, I need a woman. I'm the only Alpha here that doesn't have one. Shit, I still miss Naomi so much it hurts. Why in the hell did she have to die? We were made for each other just like Angie and ... Oh, shit. Don't go there. But she does have a fine set of tits on her, and those nipples...