Chapter 297

Jeff and his women had showered and were in bed only moments when Ship announced that Arlene's scout was minutes away. Since the family was still using their suite on the Ship, they were quickly dressed – well partially anyway – and waiting for Arlene as she maneuvered her scout through the outer bay door and onto the flight deck. She didn't go all the way to the scout's bay though, but stopped in front of her family.

An instant after the scout came to a halt, its belly hatch opened and the stairs came down. The teen hurried down the steps and ran toward her husband/father, dropping her bag and launching herself as she neared. With legs locked around his waist and arms around his neck, she plastered her mouth to his, trying to shove her tongue down his throat. After a while, she pulled back a little. "In case you haven't noticed, Husband, I'm horny," she said with a giggle.

Laughing, he put her down and watched as she pulled Ann to her, giving her a greeting that was less aggressive, but still obviously loving.

After his daughter had finished greeting all her sister-wives, the Prime suggested, "Shall we all go to the lounge for a cup of coffee while you give your report?"

Arlene took his hand and they started toward the lounge. "I think I'll stick with a soft drink. I'm pretty much saturated with coffee for now."

"Boring?" Ann asked as they walked along, Ann on one side of Arlene, Jeff on the other with Arlene's bag, Diana on Jeff's other side, the remaining wives following closely behind.

"You bet," she answered her sister-wife. "Oh, the first few hours were interesting as I watched the alien ship with those tenders occasionally going back and forth, but I knew what to expect because of watching your recordings, so there was nothing really unexpected to see. There weren't any of those fighters or destroyers, or whatever they are, coming out for target practice like you saw, so yeah, it was boring."

A few minutes later in the lounge, the family sat at one of the big round tables Ship had prepared for them. After they got their orders sorted out, they sat sipping their drinks while Arlene gave Jeff and the others the details of her trip, telling her husband that the alien ship had moved twice, apparently to facilitate the tenders' movements as they made their trips back and forth in the belt. Arlene had ordered her AI to focus its cameras on several of the weapon mounts, or blisters, zooming in as much as possible. Hopefully, this would give Ship a better chance of determining the alien ship's armament, but since Jeff had insisted that both Ann and Arlene maintain their distance while observing, the recordings were far from optimum.

"I checked the pickets on the way out, but none of them had sensed anything of consequence. I really thought there would be more excitement, since that was really my first time to be physically in a scout, but Ship's simulation has been so realistic that this trip seemed like something I had done many, many times before, the only difference being the destination and what I was watching, of course."

"I just hope that any mission you go on is boring," the Prime responded. "I don't want you, or any of my wives in danger."

"Oh, Daddy, we're not going to be in any danger out there. The aliens didn't detect either of us. Probably we could have been a lot closer..."

"'Probably' is the operative word," Jeff interrupted to say. "Just remember, we have no concrete data on the alien ship's capabilities, or that of its sensors. For all we know, you and Ann were at the fringe of their detection systems, and moving closer could have triggered the attention of their sensors. I suspect those popguns the scouts carry wouldn't do much more than piss off the Captain. And to reiterate, all we really need at this point is to know where the aliens are. But to facilitate that, we also want more people trained in the scouts so that we can maintain constant surveillance..."

"It's boring out there just staring at the screens. The AI is intelligent, but conversation isn't his strong suit," Arlene griped.

"Little One is sentient, but she isn't much of a conversationalist either," he joked, then winced as Little One responded in his mind. He didn't elaborate on what she had said to him, but his flushed face did. Clearing his throat, he went on, "We have several people training, so by the time Ann returns we should have other pilots ready to go."

Arlene continued. "The aliens are still sending out those tenders, and I didn't see anything that would indicate that they're getting ready to leave. Ann and I have talked about going out together. When the next person is trained, he or she can come out and relieve us, or maybe a team to keep down our relief's boredom as well."

Jeff and Diana both frowned.

Arlene reached over to grab her father's hand. "Come on, Daddy. You know that's the thing to do. The scouts wouldn't be set up for two pilots if Ship hadn't already considered that. Sitting there staring at a screen 24/7 is boring," she said, stretching out the word. "The AI isn't sentient, but it's sharp as can be. What I might miss because I'm bored, he'll probably detect. He makes a good partner, and he doesn't get bored. A human pilot does, so two people are logical. And you know we should be observing the aliens continuously."

"On second thought," Diana said, "I think I would feel better if whoever goes didn't have to be there alone, as long as they both promise us that they will not take chances."

The Prime caught the eyes of both young women. "First indication that the alien has sensed you, you get the hell out of there, and ... obviously, warp out in a different direction from Earth. We need to keep our capabilities secret from them until we determine if they are, indeed, going to attack. Ship will be one hell of a surprise for them, and we want to make sure that she is a surprise. We want to continue to make them think that the human race is just sitting here fat, dumb and happy, oblivious to their presence a few light years away.

"I would hate to think that there are other aliens on the way to support them, or that others are already positioned to move in for the attack. It doesn't seem reasonable at this juncture because of the alien ship just sitting there gathering minerals from the asteroid belt, but the possibility still exists that there are other ships involved. Until we know positively, Ship won't venture far from Earth. And remember, those aliens could know about Ship and are sitting there to tempt her away from Earth. That possibility is highly unlikely, but remember, they are aliens. Our logic may well not be their logic, and trust me on this one, I have seen some strange alien behavior."

"So we can go together, then?" Arlene pushed.

Jeff frowned, but knowing that several of the others were well into their training programs for the scouts, finally said, "I'll permit it..." he began as Ann and Arlene started grinning, "but again, I want an absolute promise from each of you that the two of you, singly or together, will not take any chances. From what the two of you have reported so far – and what Ship has just reported to me after she finished reviewing the scout's information – the aliens haven't given any indication that they are winding up their stay at the asteroid belt. Ship's assessment is more involved, but basically the same as yours, namely that the aliens aren't going anywhere in the immediate future. That said, I think the two of you could put off leaving until the morning."

"Thank you, Daddy," Arlene said as she plopped down in his lap. "And we promise, don't we Ann?"

"Yeah," Ann agreed. "I'm not a bit interested in getting killed or captured by aliens."

Arlene wiggled on her father's lap. "Okay. You have our promises; now take me to bed and screw my brains out."

Diana grinned at her daughter. "I knew that was coming, and... since that's where we left off when Ship told us you were almost home..." she said, leaving the sentence hanging.

Jeff stood to grab a laughing Arlene and throw her over his shoulder. After putting the glasses, cups and flatware back on the counter where they quickly disappeared, the wives hurried out the door to catch up with their husband.

When Jeff put his daughter down in their bedroom, Arlene began hurriedly shrugging out of her clothes. "I took a shower just before we hit atmosphere so I wouldn't have to waste time. I really, really need to be fucked, Husband."

Jeff had barely gotten his shirt off by the time his daughter had toed her shoes off, dropped her pants and was being helped out of her top by Ann. Jeff hadn't bothered with underclothes when the Ship had announced Arlene's arrival, so it didn't take him much longer to become totally nude. Seeing her breasts bounce as she shrugged her top off had him fully erect in a heartbeat.

"Ohhh, I need that," she cooed as she dropped to her knees in front of her husband.

"Baby, come back up here and let me make love to you," he began as she forced the head of his thick cock into her mouth, then sucked hard, her cheeks concaving as she did so.

"Oh, damn, that's good," he whispered.

Arlene put a hand on the base of his cock to stroke him, then gently massaged his hanging balls with her other hand. After a couple of minutes of a great blowjob, he reached down to grab her and toss her onto the bed. Squealing, she hit the bed, then flipped onto her stomach before coming to her hands and knees with her ass near the side of the bed. Looking back over her shoulder, her eyes hooded, "You can make love to me some other time. Right now, I need to be fucked."

Ann tossed her sister-wife a pillow to put her head on as Jeff positioned himself behind his daughter. As he knelt to lick her pussy, she objected, "No. I'm already hot enough. Just..." Then as he locked his lips around her clit and gently teased it with the tip of his tongue, "Oh, shit, that feels sooo good," she gasped out.

He grabbed her hips and held her in place as he increased his assault on her clit and pussy lips. As she neared orgasm, he stood, drawing a whining protest from her. While holding her hip with one hand, he forced his cock down to her opening and pushed. As he slid all the way in to bump against her cervix, she screamed out her first orgasm, drenching his cock with her wetness, her pussy at first fluttering around him, then clamping down as her orgasm continued.

A moment later, she had her breath back and was babbling over and over, "Fuck me, fuck me..."

By then, all his wives had divested themselves of their clothing and had gathered on the big bed, some lying down, others propped up against the headboard, some pulling on their own nipples or teasing their pussies, while others embraced each other, everyone watching, the room gradually smelling more like pussy all the time. The smell, of course, was inflaming Jeff's desire.

When Arlene's pussy released Jeff's cock enough for him to move in her without hurting, he began a very slow rhythm, pulling almost all the way out, then slowly sliding back in until he gently nudged her womb on each stroke. Diana, who had lain down beside her daughter, reached to pull and twist gently on Arlene's nipples. Coupled with what Jeff was doing, the intense situation quickly resulted in fine streams of milk spraying the bed under the gasping teenager. Shaking her head, her long, thick hair falling to halo her face, she screamed out another orgasm as Jeff's pace picked up and Diana's gentle attention to Arlene's breasts changed to harder squeezes of her daughter's nipples.

Five minutes, and several orgasms later, Diana smiled up at her husband, trying to talk over her daughter's screams. "Finish her, Baby. She's ready."

Jeff's grip on his daughter's hips tightened and his thrusts became firmer, then gradually increased in speed. Arlene could feel her father's cock beginning to throb inside her, her pussy seemingly stretched to the maximum. She took a shuddering breath as she raised her head, knowing what was going to happen. "Daddy, I..." she managed to gasp out just as he slammed in and held, his cock jerking deep inside her. "Oh, shiiittt," she screamed to the top of her lungs as she felt a gush of warmth cascade over her cervix and womb. She slammed her ass back against him, heedless of the flash of pain as her cervix jammed against the head of his thick cock. Lined up perfectly as the next gush of sperm came, she felt its warmth splash into her womb. Her scream of ecstasy was joined by Diana's (Diana was still touching her daughter) for a few seconds before the sounds of both tapered off as they ran out of air when consciousness drifted away.

The Construction Site

In the wee hours of the morning, Nichols had awakened and couldn't get back to sleep, his mind locked on his problems. Worried, exasperated, he walked out on the makeshift porch of one of the bunkhouse trailers that he and five other men were sharing. Here on the mountain, the porch served as a place to stomp off the snow from their boots before going inside, and also a place to smoke for those who had the habit.