Chapter 305

Dave and Evie sat in the command seats of the scout. Reaching over, she took her husband's hand for a moment, "When you asked me to marry you, it never crossed my mind that we would ever be on a starship," she quietly said as she nodded toward the rear screen where their birth planet was barely visible. A second later, the ship skipped to check the next picket, and Earth was no longer visible to the naked eye.

Dave grinned at his petite wife. "Well, when we got married, I told you we were going places..." he responded as the scout paused to poll the next picket, then skipped again.

"Yeah, right," she returned with a chuckle. Then with a slight frown, "It seems as if, with Ship's advanced technology, there should be a more efficient way to check the pickets."

"Jeff says there is no way to know if the aliens have the ability to monitor boosted thought transmissions or not, but it's a given that any race that could achieve star travel could certainly monitor radio transmissions, so the only way to be safe is to do neither. And ... just because we've found one alien ship doesn't mean that there aren't more out here somewhere. Remember, unless something unusual happens, Ship can't detect warp over more than a light minute. As big as our solar system is, there could be ships almost anywhere without our knowing, so we're being cautious."

Evie let out a sigh. "Oh, I know all that, but still, there should be a better way to check these things without having to stop so many times."

"So, you're bored already? We could go check out our bunk," he teased.

Evie smacked him on the leg. "We'll definitely do that later, but I'm not bored – yet. It does feel like I've done this a million times, though. Well ... a good many, anyway," she conceded, then changing the subject slightly, "I miss Linda and Kim already, and I'll bet they're going to miss you – or at least that big dick of yours," Evie said with a quiet giggle.

Dave grinned at her. "And ... they love you just as much, as you well know."

"Yeah, but darnit, it's too bad there isn't room for all four of us."

Dave shrugged as he checked their position, then the screens – particularly the rear one – his long-ago sniper training always present. Many snipers had died while being stalked, even as they stalked their own targets. The Alpha shrugged, but the motion was lost in the snug-fitting seat. "Yeah, it's hard to believe that we haven't physically been in one of these before. I keep telling myself that, but my brain knows I have flown a scout many times. Crap, how is it possible for Ship's simulation to be so real?"

Evie grinned over at her husband. "Seems to me that I've already mentioned that. Now, shall we check out the galley?"

"Hmmm. Food or pussy? Now which shall I choose?" he teased as he pushed himself out of the pilot's seat.

"We can't fuck the whole time we're out here," Evie responded reasonably as she followed her husband toward the tiny galley.

"We can't?" he asked in a mystified tone as she whacked him on the back of the head.

Diana, Arlene, Susan, Kayla and Jeff were in their suite. All five had showered together, and Jeff had shaved. The three Queens each took a short turn with him to "relieve the pressure" in their breasts. He knew there could be very little milk left, since he had nursed them in the early morning hours when they had awakened in the living room, but he was happy to do his part to make certain they would not leak into their bras during the Denver trip. Kayla stood smiling, but he drew her to his lap and gave each of her breasts a good sucking, too. Susan insisted that she return the favor and sucked a load of come from him.

Shortly, all four women sat at the sinks and big mirror applying their makeup. Granted, they didn't use much, but despite what their husband said, they insisted on some makeup before going into the city.

Since Jeff had already showered with the four women, he quickly dressed in a nicer than usual shirt and pants, ran a brush through his hair and was ready while they were still putting on makeup. Sitting in one of the seats near the bed to wait, he picked up a woman's magazine and thumbed through it. Crap! How can they stand to read this drivel? Tossing it back, he dug through the stack on the bottom shelf of an end table to finally find an old Guns and Ammo magazine that he had read months back. With his near photographic memory, rereading the magazine accomplished little, but it did help to pass the time while he waited.

Trying to convince his wives that they were perfect without makeup was a battle long lost, so he just relaxed and read, occasionally glancing over the top of the publication to lust after tight asses or jiggling titties as his partially clad women moved about. He did like a bit of subtle lipstick, or lip gloss – he wasn't certain what they used, and suspected they each used different things and probably changed occasionally to help keep him interested/confused.

As he watched from time to time, he again thought that only women understood the intricacies of makeup – or, in his opinion, the necessity of it. When he realized that his dick was swelling, he returned his full attention to the gun magazine.

A few minutes later, Arlene plopped down in his lap. "You ready, Daddy?"

He curled a finger to lift her chin. "All I need to do is slip on my shoes, and ... I've told you many times that my name is Jeff. You're my wife. You don't have to..."

"And spoil my fun – Daddy," she responded yet again, this time with emphasis. "And don't even try to make me think it doesn't turn you on to think about screwing your daughter."

"I don't 'screw' my daughter. I make love to my wife."

"Hmmm. I suppose that was making love when you bent me over that seat last night and fucked my brains out, hmmm? Or was it this morning?"

"Well, no. I guess that was fucking. But I was doing it with love," he tried to reason.

Laughing, she jumped to her feet, grabbed his hand and dragged him upright. "Come on Kayla, Mom, Granny. We'll be late."

"I'll 'Granny, ' your ass," Susan mock-snarled at her granddaughter.

As all four women hugged their husband, Grandmother, daughter and granddaughter could have passed for sisters – and everyone in the room knew it.

"I hate bras," Jeff grumped as he slipped into his shoes and reached to gently squeeze one of Diana's breasts. "Titties need to sway and jiggle, not just stick out like lumps."

"I agree," Diana replied, "but swaying titties keep my nipples at their most sensitive as they rub against my blouse, and that applies to all of us. When that happens, three of us start dribbling milk. Now we would look especially professional parading around with wet blotches on our blouses while we shop, don't you think?" she asked with a crooked smile. "At least with the bras, the pads will hide the spill. And ... as you well know, Kayla's nipples stick out just as much as ours do, and her nipples are caressed by her blouse just the same. And she also gets just as excited as we do. Want to get raped in the store?" she finished with a grin.

"Okay. Okay. I guess we would have problems with guys tripping over themselves, but I still don't like bras."

"Is Security ready?" Diana asked, changing the subject.

"Yep. They will meet us at the bottom of the drive. Four of the female security officers will be in the store posing as customers before we get there."

"And Adriana's family?"

"I talked to Van as they were leaving a few minutes ago. We should all arrive at the furniture store at about the same time. I didn't ask if everyone was coming with him."

"Oh, they definitely are," his Clan Queen responded. "But, like I already told you, I had to threaten Adriana to get them to come at all."

Jeff was shaking his head. "I thought we had that all ironed out."

"Yeah, me too," she responded. When Jeff raised an eyebrow, she continued with, "Don't look at me like that. I think they agreed just to get us off their backs, but when I complained that they hadn't gone to the furniture store to choose, Adriana started trying to back out."

"Dammit, Di, I told them over and over that my money is their money. With our investments and Frank's connections with the military to sell my invention, we're making so much money it's becoming scary. No fucking way am I going to let those two Alphas and their women sit in those farmhouses full of old furniture ... Oh, I've seen the pictures of the houses, and they look nice enough, but they send us fresh eggs and enough beef to keep all of us fed. We owe them, not the other way around. And come summer, they'll probably keep us in vegetables, too. As much as all of us eat, that's a lot of meat, eggs and vegetables. And, they won't take a dime for anything they've sent up here. And don't even mention the money we put in their accounts. It wasn't nearly enough."

Diana reached to kiss him. "You're preaching to the choir," she teased. "I finally won when I told Adriana that we would either all meet at the furniture store, or I would buy what pleased me and have it delivered. That, My Love, would put fear in any woman, thinking that someone else would dare choose her furniture," Di finished with a giggle that caused the other wives to smile also.

"As long as it isn't pink and is comfortable," I can live with most anything. And I imagine that Van and Jeremy feel something similar."

"Men," the women said as one.

He knew better than to start down that road. "Okay, let's roll," he said, making sure his keys were in his pocket.

Seeing the motion, "I'm driving," Arlene announced.

"But..." Jeff started.

Susan broke in with, "She's a good driver, and the only practice she gets is with the pickup as she plows out the snow on the driveway and parking lot."

"But what if something happens and we're attacked," he tried.

"Then you will have both hands free to shoot as many of the attackers as you want," Diana responded as she took his arm to head him toward the bedroom door.

"Is everyone armed?" he tried.

"Cat got a climbing gear?" Kayla answered with a grin.

As Arlene backed the Escalade out of the inside garage, "You've haven't driven on snow much," Jeff tried.

As she stopped to drop the vehicle into drive, she glanced at her father. "I drive on snow almost every day, unless Security beats me to it," she reasoned.

"But I'm not talking about plowing out the drive..." he started.

"Jeff," came a quiet voice from the back seat.

Shit, he thought, but the comment didn't make it past his lips.

"My daughter is driving," he warned Lieutenant Mayfield subvocally on the radio as they began their descent down the mountain. "You might want to hold your speed down, and keep in mind that she's an inexperienced driver."

A mike click acknowledged him as well as a reduction in their speed.

They made it down the mountain and through Winter Park with only casual comments about the scenery and weather. Finally, Arlene reached over and slapped her hand down hard on her father's thigh. "I know you've been sneaking around and have directed this snail's pace. Now tell them to drive normally. This is boring. The road is plowed out, and where there's a snow cap, there's sand. Am I suddenly a child again? You didn't seem to think so when you were pumping me full of come this morning with me bent over that chair. Now please tell them to drive normally, Husband."