Chapter 384

The Retreat

Charlotte entered her bedroom and stood staring at the TV. Making her decision, she hesitantly called out, “Computer.” But then she remembered Diana’s instructions. “Computer!” she said, raising her voice slightly and putting emphasis on the word.

The TV came on with the AI seemingly looking at her. “May I be of assistance?” it asked in a voice so natural that Charlotte was hard put not to believe she wasn’t conversing with a person.

“I...” she started before clearing her throat. “Uh, I was told that I could ask for a wake up call from you. Sometimes I sleep rather soundly.”

“Certainly. What time would you prefer?”

“Uh, about five A.M., I guess. I need to get up in time to help with breakfast,” she found herself explaining, much to her consternation. I’m talking to a computer. It doesn’t care why.

“I will awaken you at 5:00 A.M.”

“Uh, could you wake Mom, too?”

“Certainly,” the AI replied. “Will there be anything else?”

“Uh, no. That’s all I need.”

“Good night then.” And the TV shut itself off.

Only then did Charlotte realize that she hadn’t told it who her mother was. I’m acting like an idiot. But just as she opened her mouth to explain where her mother could be found, she hesitated. I’ll just make sure Mom is awake in time. I’ve already made an idiot of myself in front of that computer. No sense in compounding it.

After a quick shower, she took her vibrator out of its hiding place and slipped under the sheet. I’m like a teen who has just found her clit, she thought as she leaned over to switch off the light. Not daring to touch her most sensitive spot with the instrument just yet, she turned it on at its lowest setting and ran it very lightly over her already-moist folds. After several slow passes through her vulva, she moved the vibrator a little higher until it touched her most sensitive place. It was as if lightning had struck. Her hips bucked upward, and orgasm, unannounced, slammed through her making her back arch upward. Several moments of breath-stopping ecstasy later, her body collapsed to the bed, her breathing coming in ragged gasps.

After long minutes, reasonable clarity finally returned and she lay staring at the barely-seen ceiling, the only light source the night light near her bed. What have they done to me? I guess I must have convinced myself that last night was a fluke, but if anything, what just happened was even more intense. Chuckling to herself, At least, I didn’t throw the vibrator down the bed this time. She momentarily pictured her mother using her own vibrator, I almost want to go peek to see what she’s doing. Oh, that wouldn’t be fair, but ... it surely would be fun. This time she chuckled out loud.

Again, she slid the quietly buzzing instrument through her vulva, but after a few seconds, positioned it at her entrance. After letting it stimulate her for a short time, she pushed it past her nether lips to stop a couple of inches inside as she felt another orgasm roaring toward her. Biting her lip in concentration, she angled the tip until it pressed against her g-spot...

With the sound of a quiet gong, the lights came on, gradually brightening. The AI’s face stared out of the TV, seeming to look directly at Charlotte. “It is five A.M., Ma’am.”

Charlotte jerked the sheet above her breasts as consciousness fully returned, “Uh, thank you.”

“You are welcome. I am also awakening your mother as we speak.”

“Thank you,” Charlotte responded, wondering. Sitting, she chased down her errant vibrator that had either shut itself off or its batteries had died. After slipping on a robe, she returned it to its hiding place and was heading for the bathroom when Ada stepped into the room, stretching and yawning. “I agree with you. That thing is alive. Diana can say what she wants, but it likes to stare at titties.”

Giggling, Charlotte hugged Ada. “Diana said that it’s just a program that Helen, Laura, Ann, Arlene and Selina wrote. She mentioned that some of the others helped, too. But, I agree, that thing certainly looks and acts as if it is alive. It stares at my breasts every chance it gets.”

“Did you tell it to wake me? It said you did. And ... they’re pretty nice breasts to stare at,” Ada teased.

“Mom! That is no way to talk about your daughter,” Charlotte responded in mock sincerity. “But thank you for the compliment, anyway. And yours are pretty nice too. And yeah, I told it to wake you.”

Ada, wearing a thin negligée, again sprang up and down while watching her breasts jiggle and bounce in the vanity mirror. “They didn’t stand up this well when I was twenty,” she said with a chuckle.

“Mom. I can’t believe you’re doing that. I mean, you’re my Mom.”

Ada didn’t respond to the comment, but dropped her negligée, instead. “We need to shower and get dressed if we’re to help in the kitchen. And ... if we’re going to be co-wives, or sister-wives, or whatever it’s called around here, we might as well get used to seeing each other nude. Coming, Daughter?” she said over her shoulder as she headed for Charlotte’s shower.

Charlotte managed to close her mouth before her mother noticed. “I do not believe this is my mother,” she muttered.

“Get that pretty butt in here or we’re going to be late,” Ada called out as she started the shower.

When Charlotte and Ada reached the kitchen, they saw Jeff, Arlene and Kayla at the intersection of the hallways as they returned from their run. Jeff and his wives waved at the two women before continuing on to the Matthews’ suite.

Inside the kitchen, Charlotte mentioned seeing the others. “They seem to have running outfits on. Surely they weren’t out running in weather this cold, were they?”

Diana glanced up at the outside temperature displayed above the cabinets at the end of the kitchen, and shrugged. “Oh, they’ve run in colder weather than this. Besides, Security keeps the road plowed out to the bottom of the mountain, and they’re all wearing shoes that will grip on ice. Jeff always runs at least twenty miles, and the others usually go five or more.”

“Twenty miles?” Ada broke in to say. “My goodness, how long has he been out there?”

Diana grinned back at her. “Oh, he dawdles along with the others until they’re tired, then he takes off for the rest of the run. It doesn’t take him nearly as long as you might expect, but he certainly goes through a lot of running shoes very quickly. He, Arlene and Kayla have gone to get a shower now, and will be ready for breakfast by the time it’s ready for them, unless ... one of my sister-wives decides to get a little extra,” she finished with a grin.

“And you don’t care?” Charlotte blurted before she thought to stop herself.

“Care about what?” Diana responded, looking puzzled.

Worrying about making Diana mad, Charlotte hesitated, not knowing what to say and wishing she had kept her mouth shut. Diana was staring at her. “Uh, I mean, uh, you implied that they would ... make love, and well, you’re in here,” she finished lamely. “I mean, I know he made love to Helen last night, but that was special. She had been gone for a while ... Well, sort of ... Oh, you know what I mean.”

Diana burst out laughing. “He’s married to them. He doesn’t need my permission, or some special reason to make love to his wives.” She hesitated for a second before continuing, “Back when there were only a few of us, I tried to get him to screw a good-looking waitress – no strings attached kind of thing. But he just stared at me like I had lost my mind. My jealousy went away shortly after we came up here. My only concern about him making love while we’re preparing breakfast, is how strongly he transmits his and their feelings. You saw what happened last night, but it isn’t always that way. He denies it, but he has that little grin on his face when he does. I think he can control just how intensely we feel him. He wanted us to feel what Helen did last night, but I suspect he won’t do that this morning ... or his breakfast will be late, and he knows it,” she finished with a sexy little giggle.

Jennie and Melissa came over, Jennie grabbing Charlotte’s hand and Melissa doing the same to Ada. “Come on, we need some help with the biscuits,” Jennie said.

Diana stood smiling as she watched the two new women as they were immersed in the controlled chaos that was breakfast preparation. Your eyes light up when you even mention him, but you won’t admit that you – the both of you – are already in love with him. You’re still hung up on tradition: one man, one woman. But he’s a Prime. He has enough love for all of us, and he can satisfy all of us, both sexually and also with a feeling of our belonging that I can’t put into words. I wasn’t this pleased with my marriage, even in the beginning when sex and our love were new. If I could just get him to make love to you two, everything else would fall into place. “Doggonit, Jeff. Make love to your new women,” she muttered barely audibly.

As the men were kicked out of the dining room after breakfast, the women disdaining their offer of help – as usual – General Whitworth tapped Jeff on the shoulder when they entered the hallway. “Colonel, what say we catch up on what Morales has been doing?”

“Sounds good, Sir.” Jeff responded with a nod and a smile as he matched strides with Whitworth.

Diana had heard what the General said. Grimacing, she stood just outside the kitchen door watching the two men walk in the direction of Whitworth’s office. She had checked the kitchen monitor and noticed it was beginning to snow. Knowing that her husband usually liked to sit by the big living room window as he made plans for the day, she decided to have Ada and Charlotte bring him coffee and fresh donuts. With it snowing, she knew it would almost be a certainty he would be there this morning. But the General had unknowingly thwarted her plans of putting the three of them together.

Ada and Charlotte both look even better this morning and are turning into truly beautiful women. But how am I going to tempt him with them if he spends the morning hiding in the General’s office watching vids?

As Jeff refreshed their coffee, the General paused the video to light a cigar, Morales, frozen on the screen, was sprawled on the ground after tripping over the watermelon. “See that?” Whitworth said, waving his cigar toward the screen.

“Yeah. He tripped over something and busted his ass,” Jeff said with a chuckle. “Not surprising with all those vines and weeds he was searching through, though.”

The General was shaking his head. “No. That’s not what I’m talking about. I’ve been paying more attention to the wolf than Morales. That animal is smart. Very smart. He glances at Morales from time to time, but he’s always searching ahead and circling. Not only is he watching for danger as they move into new territory, but he’s checking their back trail as well. If it could be trained properly, just think what that animal’s abilities could add to a team, whether it was a combat or an exploration unit.” Just as Jeff started to respond, Whitworth went on. “Oh, I’m well aware of the K-9 teams in the military. Hell, the police even have them, but there sure seems to be a whole damn lot of difference between the intelligence of dogs and the intelligence that wolf has displayed ever since the two met up. And I’m not just talking about it fighting alongside Morales. A dog would do that for its master, but this animal thinks.”

After taking a pull on his cigar, he went on, “I had the Sergeant send me vids of practically all their excursions since Morales and the wolf got together. He talks to it frequently, and ... I’ll kiss your ass if it doesn’t fucking understand him most of the time. Like we mentioned, I’m beginning to suspect it has something to do with telepathy. Nothing else makes any sense. No fucking way could that animal learn enough language that quickly. Hell, Morales has done very little to try to teach him anything. Oh, he has named the things in the cave so the wolf will know them, but I’m talking about more than that – a deeper understanding of what is going on and what Morales needs. The thing just seems to do whatever the human needs at the moment, and ninety-nine percent of the time, Morales doesn’t even tell him to do it.