The Misbegotten
Old-Timer Love - Earth Summer 2385

Through the million, million symbiotic synapsesconnecting him to his walker, he told it to move forward and off to theleft. He wanted a better view of thedevastation in the depression below.

The robotic chair obeyed.

It wasn’t an impact crater per se, but more of aconglomerate of five. The thin, dustyouter crust of the dwarf planet was ferociously battered in this location. The land itself had sunk deep into the icyunderbelly, making it even more misshaped. It was a broad expanse, almost seventy-five kilometers across at somepoints. Broken ridges crisscrossedshattered mounts of pulverized, amorphous ice made opaque with a myriad ofbreaks and cracks. This was Haumea. It was a noteworthy Kuiper Belt object somefive hundred and seventy-five kilometers across at its widest. It was about one-third the mass of Pluto.

Unlike Sol’s one-time ninth planet though, Haumeawasn’t a sphere. It was what scientistscalled a scalene ellipsoid. A fancy wayof saying, it was a celestial object squished at its poles. Thus, the circumference of its’ equator wasjust about a third larger around than a similar measurement running from Northto South Pole and back again. This wasdue to a postulated impact with a large planetoid of similar size more than onehundred million years ago. It was thesupposed collision that had hammered Haumea into its uncommon shape. This was also the most plausible reason whythis tiny dwarf had two moons – Namaka and Hi’iaka. Both were somewhat large for a dwarf planetof Haumea’s size to have captured with gravity alone.

He sat there upon his six-legged, crab-like divanchair. Its crustaceous skin glistened inthe light of the ghostly flames burning before it. The pointed brines and thorny outgrowths castlong shadows behind the combined silhouette of him and his chair. He squinted through the out-gassing andsmoke, though the noxious fumes didn’t come his way. With gravity one-third that of Earth’s Moon,the residual byproducts of the decimated base spewed and splattered from thesurface of Haumea. It all went rightinto space at ninety degrees.

Still, he abhorred waste. Everything he and his drones had wrought uponthis small planet-that-wasn’t-quite-a-planet reeked of waste. It made him uncomfortable.

It isnecessary, Oöt’Aahtne, to have done what you have done here on this desolateimp of a world. A few hundred thousandlives are but a small thing. Theprobability the procedure has gone horribly wrong this time was too great to dootherwise. We must first form abeachhead and then we must search out the Khöol-Dhûr.

He fidgeted with the jelled Ichthyo-mask about hisface. He adjusted the symbiotic being,so it felt less invasive about his boiled and wart-strewn skin. He was still dissatisfied with its'mucus-feel about the smarting rash and irritation of his outer layers. There was little he could do about it, sincethe mask was low-level acidic to begin with. It only served to cause him more pain than it should have.

He’d had a bad reaction to the radiation in this partof the Galaxy. The penultimate effectwas, it had wreaked havoc upon the outer layers of flesh upon his malformedface. It was always this way forhim. Whenever he came near a G-Classstar, the affect was typically negative.

There was little he could do about that too.

He pushed his discomfort aside, focusing instead uponthe last Human habitation upon this small world. Inward, he hoped beyond hope his drones hadfound more Åksha-Ishtäri. Yet, he feltit a waste of emotional effort. Thissentiment, up to this point, had proved unfounded.

Against every scientific prediction postulated by hispeople, Humans didn’t morph well. Theydid not turn into the forms his race had projected they would. Everything was wrong. Nothing was right. It left a sweet-sour taste upon his canceroustongue. He wanted nothing more than toregurgitate in abhorrence at the dismal failure he’d seen upon arrival.

He stared at the burning husk of the village below,his crooked brow furling over malformed eyes. He urged greater magnification from the Ichthyo-mask. His different colored orbs searched throughthe rubble and flaming debris.

Hundreds of wicked looking drones probed thehabitation for signs of life – the correct signs, that is.

It was hard to see, even though his mask, because theflames weren’t particularly bright. Theysputtered and gasped from the lack of oxygen, illuminating the cracked,blackened ice about the settlement.

You know,Oöt’Aahtne, you will replace no more Åksha-Ishtäri here. The procedure has gone wrong. The Priests were wrong about these HumanBeings. We should’ve waited, let themmature. Their crude DNA was too young aconstruct. The Khöol-Da’Jûri has notperformed as it should, and now something terrible will menace the Galaxy.

These alteredHumans will spread like a plague.

I must replacethe Khöol-Dhûr. At all costs, I mustreplace it or we will lose this system and all its value.

His thoughts scattered at the whirl and high-pitched screechingof a messenger-drone. It skimmed thefrozen surface of the insignificant planetoid toward him. A few feet from his six-legged chair, itpropelled itself further from the ground, so he could look upon it at eyelevel.

“Report, LordScout. Report,” it announced with a monotone throb over a commoncomm-channel.

“Proceed,” he ordered, gruff. Some of his tones registered so low a humanwould’ve been hard pressed to understand them.

“Attack-Drone-in-Commandis transmitting the condition of the human settlement as neutralized. No sign of Åksha-Ishtäri report his units,per your programing, Lord-Scout.”

He grunted, sounding like huge slabs of rock rubbingtogether.

The messenger continued. “Theplanetoid is now under your control. All‘augmented’ humans faced termination as directed. The few surviving ‘immune’ humans are in asecure location.”

His grunt he cut off with a long sigh. “Very well, have those human yet alive policetheir dead. Have the demolition-dronesfree this world of every vestige of the vermin living here. Bring forth the Spy-Drones. I want to begin the search for the Khöol-Dhûrat once.”

“By yourwill, Lord-scout,” and with that, themessenger-drone streaked away. The manytasks he’d given it would keep it busy for some time.

Oöt’Aahtne, old even by the accounting of his people,urged his chair forward. Once again headjusted the bothersome Ichthyo-mask about his huge, grotesque skull. His expression remained dark,foreboding. He would have to work fastif he were to make the way clear for Vanguard in time. He had to prepare this bashed-in sphere ofice before that time. He and his dronesneeded to attend to the defenses they would grow in the next few cycles. He had to fill the craters, their ridges tolevel. He had to sow the ice with thesoils of their home world, transform it and change it. He had to make it viable without propergravity and atmosphere.

Overseeing the terraforming processes were always themost tedious. Every planet, everyasteroid, every comet was different. They had different chemical compounds, abundant in this, but wanting inthat. The list was endless, every time.

And still, he had to program thousands of drones toseek and discover the location of the Khöol-Dhûr. Since he had unearthed how bad things had gonethis time around, its’ whereabouts were of the upmost importance. Though he had so much to do in preparationfor the fore-runners, he would not rest until he had the Khöol-Dhûr in hishands – all three of them.

We should’venever chosen a race with only double-helix DNA. We should’ve known better!

*****

Estefan came from the Dermal-Cleanser with only a towelwrapped around his waist. His feet uponthe marble sounded loud. He wasn’twearing any Anti-Grav at the moment, so floor had to bear all four hundred andfifty pounds of him.

He stepped before the washing consul and looked intothe Holo-mirror. It reflected his digitalimage with life-like clarity. It hadtaken him about two years to get used to the full functionality of such adevice.

Standing before it, he could flick a finger towardit’s’ edge and actually make his image rotate. It was much like the playing theSims back when he was a kid. Thefact it was him gazing at the back of his own head was unsettling. But he got used to it with time.

He looked the same as he had now for more than twohundred years. Before that he hadappeared older. His face had once beenmore chiseled, lined. His jaw had beenmore angular, his cheek bones sharper. There had been the beginning of crow’s-feet at the edge of eacheye. His skin had shown the vestiges ofweathering. He guessed he’d aged to somewherearound thirty-five.

All of that was gone now. Each year after he’d turned one hundred andfifty years old he had appeared younger. Until he was almost two hundred, then the regression had stopped. Ever since, he looked just as he did rightnow. His face was forever trappedsomewhere between a man’s and a boy’s.

To others, he looked no more than twenty-three,twenty-five at the most. His skin wasperfect, his eyes completely white around his irises, his teeth just asbrilliant. His jawline hassoftened. Most of the angles about hisvisage rounded, smoothed, almost.

He did appear young until one gazed into thoseeyes. That’s where the illusionfaded. There was too much behindEstefan’s gaze. He had seen toomuch. He had done too much. He had seen people killed, maimed, torturedand raped, men as well as women. Some ofit he had done himself, in his younger days, when the struggle for Angel FreeTown hadn’t been quite finished. He hadtaken drugs on occasion and drank to excess on many. He had fucked his first cousin, his one-time,step-sister – sometimes at the same time. There was too much behind his eyes. They were a dead give-away.

He was an Old-Timer, one of the oldest.

He saw the beginnings of a five o’clock shadow. In truth, it was more like a “48-hour shadow”since his facial hair grew at a glacial pace. He waved his hand across a sensor upon the top of the washing consul. It connected to his ‘Swarm.

Promptly, it began to form a shaving-bot. He stood still letting the many-bladed,robotic device shave him. It hoveredabout his face, whizzing back and forth, up and down until it completely it’stask. It flew, soundless into a new-madeopening in the consul. Wherein, someunseen mechanism would clean it. Later,it would dismantle itself to regroup with the rest of Estefan’s ‘Swarm at someother time.

He paid it no mind, rubbing his face, gazing closerinto the Holo-mirror. He checked fornicks or abrasions he knew weren’t there, but it was a habit. It was one he had developed when he’d firststarted shaving, back when he used a disposable razor. Back then, he nicked himself just about everyday.

With half a mind, he waved for lotion and theGrav-canister came from the shelf at his left, settling into his hand. He flicked at the sensor and a few dabbles ofmilky liquid spewed forth. He releasedthe canister and it floated back to its place on tiny Grav-lifts, nestling backinto its previous position. He wasrubbing the lotion on the skin of his face when Sandy walked in.

She was nude.

Her defined arms and legs were still her best featuresafter her long, tantalizing toes and high-arched feet. Like him, she looked near the teenage girl hehad met so long ago, back in High School. It had been upon the breezeway crossing Avenue Fifty-four. Her flared hips and dimpled buttocks, herfull breasts with their flushing areolas and pink nipples, her light brown eyesand aquiline face – all were the same. Her mid-length, wavy hair was still tinted russet, settled about herunchanged visage. It should’ve beenscraggy and rough, shot entire with white. The hair of a two hundred and fifty year old corpse, but it wasn’t. It was alive and vibrant; much like when hadmet her way back in 2017.

Unable to help himself, his eyes darted down to herpubis and was somewhat shocked to see she’d shaved. Usually, she grew a trimmed, neat and narrowlanding-strip of hair there. Now, she’dchanged her mind and went bare as the day she was born.

He wondered why.

“Are you going to come out and play with us?” sheasked, impish and coy. She walked up tohim, her smile growing.

His eyes narrowed with mock suspicion. “I just cleaned up, my love, and the Null-shipwill be here within the hour,” he replied. They had been waiting for almost a week and a half for the ship no HumanCeleste could sense, no amount of sensory could detect and, for the most part,no one could see. Null-ships were justthat, complete null. In fact, they’re more like ghosts, hethought to himself.

Soon the Aegis Synod would begin its’ trip toEuropa. Once there, they would retrievethe Shadow Spark and hide it, forever, from humanity.

“But, honey, it’s just girls out there right now. I need a bit of man in the mix, you know?”she pouted with an exaggerated bat of her eyelashes. “Would you mind if I got you a little dirty? It’s the good sort, the fun sort of dirty…What do you say, huh?”

“We don’t have enough time to do it the proper way.”

Sandy huffed and reached for his hand. Then, at the last second, she took him by thewrist. “I’m not talking about the DeluxePackage, my dear. I just want a littletussle. You know, I want you to mess upmy hair a bit.” The cast of her face wasinnocent, but the intent behind her words made it seem naughty at the sametime. Besides, she’d had the hair upon herhead implanted with Stim-grō ages ago. It was never messed up.

He chuckled as she led him from the Grooming room andinto the large chamber, serving as his private quarters. He saw Katie and Tirza at once, sitting inthe middle of his huge bed, naked. Theywere facing one another, their bare rear ends upon the bunched satin sheets,kissing.

Tirza’s legs straddled the larger woman’s at the topof her hips. She had her knees bent,touching along Katie’s sides, her feet flat on the bed behind the other woman.

Estefan’s cousin had scooted forth as much aspossible, so her knees bent as well. Herfeet were flat upon the sheets too. Shehad her arms around the tiny woman’s waist, her fingers digging into Tirza’spliant flesh.

Between them, their breasts came together, nipplesrubbing upon one another with each movement.

Tirza’s hands moved along Katie’s shoulders. They craned their heads one way, then theother, enjoying their mutual taste.

Katie’s hair was dirty blonde today, splayed down tothe middle of her back.

Tirza’s was no different than it had been when Estefanhad dated her centuries earlier. Forever, it was dark to light brown and then back again, wavy, about hershoulders.

From a distance, Estefan could see them pull closertogether, their vaginas mere inches apart. Their need was strengthening. Heknew before he felt it, he would bugle below the towel he was wearing. His vision seemed to narrow and all else inthe room faded away. Only the tug ofSandy’s palm clasped about his wrist kept him from drifting away completely.

She guided him to the bed.

His eyes never left his two wives as they held eachother, unaware he and Sandy were approaching the bed.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” asked the wife at hisside. Her eyes drank in the nude formsof her Sisters-in-Marriage.

He nodded, his manhood swelling to a painful girth,distracting him. He doubted he couldspeak at the moment.

Sandy let go of him, turning to face him square. Her other hand came up to his waist where hehad synched the towel. Her eyes watchedhim as he continued to watch Katie and Tirza.

They had rearranged their legs so they could comecloser together. Now they plasteredthemselves along the full length of their bodies. Estefan could see the intimate brush of theirwoman-ish parts through the tangle of their limbs.

Tribbing, he thought, remembering the word from his time inthe twenty-first century. The rubbing of two vaginas, one against theother, both of them shaved.

Every once and a while, one of them would swirl herhips, making vigorous contact. The otherwould shake with ecstasy whenever their delicate lips touched.

Sandy grinned, wolfish, flashing her fingers over aglowing sensor on his towel. It droppedonto the floor without preamble.

Estefan didn’t notice.

Sandy didn’t waste any time. She dropped to her knees and took him in hermouth as far as she could.

Above her, Estefan gasped with shock, grasping atbreath she had stolen from him with her unexpected move.

She couldn’t take the full length of him as Ramona andKatie. But, after hundreds of years oflove making, she had perfected other methods.

Estefan was never dissatisfied with her oralperformances. When he peered down ather, she stared boldly up at him, cupping his testicles with the tips of herfingers. She held onto them every time shecame away. His thick member glistenedwith her saliva.

He reached down to stroke her hair.

With her other hand, she kneaded one of his buttocksfor a few seconds before she let her fingers replace the middle between hischeeks. She pushed them into the crack acouple of inches. The tip of her middlefinger tapped against the puckering muscle of his anus.

He closed his eyes, eyelids fluttering.

She took as much of him as she could, humming as shedid so. She pulled him toward herclutching his scrotum, fingering his sensitive sphincter.

He pumped in and out of her, over and over, fillingher with as much as himself as he could, thrusting harder and harder each time.

She held onto him, taking the force of hisintensifying assault on her throat. She pushedher hand deeper into the cleft of his rump, inserting her finger to the firstknuckle. That made him clench around herdigit, his whole body going rigid. Shereleased his balls and reached around his leg to run her nails along one of hiscalves.

All the while, he impaled her head, time and again,though not too hard. He knew he couldseverely injure her, since his inhuman density made his manhood as hard asstone.

They both knew their limits. Time and practice had made them experts. They knew where to draw the line theycouldn’t cross. So, he kept at it as shekept urging him, caressing him in her special way until.

No more than a minute later, she could sense thetension building within him. Sheknew. His orgasm was near.

With little warning, she pulled him out of her mouth,but jammed her finger deeper into his anus. His cock looked like it was about to explode in her face. The head of it engorged to the point ofstretching. She could see bloodthrobbing up and down its’ length. Hereyes sparkled at the sight.

“I want you, Effy… now!” she said in a throatyvoice. Her free hand came around tostroke him along his full length. Sheswallowed hard. It was obvious she hadabused her tonsils against him.

Estefan was about to pull her to her feet whensomething clipped into place about his waist. He glanced down to see a wire-thin, anti-Grav suspension unit fittedaround him.

Tirza’s smiled back at him as her hands came away fromthe fastening device. She already wore asimilar one. “Since you’re going to makelove to my sister,” she explained. Sheknew the suspension unit would nullify more than half Estefan’s weight. Two hundred pounds was an encumbrance Sandycould bear with ease.

He glanced up, watching Katie walk on her knees acrossthe bed toward them. “Glad you couldjoin us, cousin,” she purred, the cast of her face wicked.

Though, all their family – other than their offspring- had perished long ago, they weren't true cousins anymore. Some might argue the point. And yet, they’d been sexually active wheneveryone was still alive, so when someone did raise a fuss, they laughed. The last time that happened had been wellover two centuries ago. Between the twoof them now, it was more of a naughty joke than anything else.

“I hadn’t planned on it, Kat, but Sandy here was quitepersuasive.”

Sandy stood, turning Estefan around, her hand stillgripping his erect penis. Letting go,she scurried up on the bed, swinging her legs around, laying on her back. Her sex opened before him, moist, inviting. She bent her legs at the knees, so, like thepetals of a blooming flower, her folds opened further.

He could see the glistening, pink sweetnesssurrounding the small opening of her vagina, darkness about the blush of herlips. He came forward, his hands snakingabout her legs, right above her knees. He applied pressure, pulling her toward him so her butt was at the edgeof the bed. He gazed into her eyes for afew moments, his chest heaving still from her energetic blow job.

She returned his look. “I want to feel you inside, Estefan.”

He let go of her legs, taking hold of himself andpositioned the head of his member upon the verge of her flowering labia’s.

At either side of her head, Tirza and Katie sat. Their legs they tucked underneath them inopposite directions, as if they had planned it in advance.

He shared a quick glance with each of them. Their expressions were the same. They were eager to see him enter the womanlying on the bed before him. He couldtell. He’d seen it before, thousands oftimes. His wives enjoyed watching.

He pushed his hips toward her and watched as the headof him disappeared into the damp softness of her.

She moaned and arched her neck, her head driving intothe bed, the sheets gathering about her ears.

He closed his eyes, letting the sensations he feltbelow consume him. He held her by thewaist as he slid as far as could into her, until his flesh bumped her tenderfolds.

Sandy rocked her hips against him, counterpoint to hisangle. Her pubic bone bent his lengthwithin her, delicious pressure. Shesqueezed him as hard as she could manage.

He was like putty in the grip of her, opening his eyesto stare back down at her in shock. Afterso long, she could still hold him as firm as she had with her palm.

“Pull it out slow, babe,” she murmured, fistsgathering the bed covers, twisting.

Both Tirza and Katie were rapt.

He began to withdraw from her, feeling the luxuriousripples and ridges of her vaginal walls. Her clutch was exquisite against him. He continued withdraw himself from her until nothing but the glands ofhis penis remained inside. He could seethe edge of its’ head crowning, but for no more than a second. He held his breath and pushed himself all theway back in, faster than the last time – harder, with more urgency. The weight of his scrotum bounced against herbuttocks.

She squealed with pleasure. “Oh god, no matter how many times you dothat, Effy, I love it!” she moaned. Sherelaxed the arch of her back for a moment, the upward thrust of her hips givinghim better access. But, the moment hisforward momentum stopped, she arched her back again. She bore down and squeezed him withanimalistic ferocity.

He grunted as he almost came free of her again, thenplunged back into her, his upper thighs slapping into the sides of hers. One of his hands came free of her waist,tracing up her torso until it found her breast. He pinched the bright pink nipple there, making her breath catch in herthroat. He almost came out of her again– swifter than before. He impaled herless than a heartbeat later as she began to meet him stroke from stroke. Their bodies began moving in rhythm with oneanother as he increased the tempo. Overand over, each shove of his cock thrust into her warm wetness.

She kept up with him, opening wide, and then grabbinghold as he withdrew.

The pace continued to increase; the slap of fleshbecame louder, the guttural groans and gasps for air growing in volume as well.

Sandy reached up, clutching him at the elbows as shebrought her feet up, her heels digging into the lower part of his ass. She held on tight.

Estefan grabbed her, firm by the side of the neck,leaning over her, pounding her harder.

She continued to meet him each time he delved intoher. She was energetic, exuberant. She lifted herself completely off the bedevery time, using the newfound purchase of her hands and feet.

Unable to contain their rising ardor, Tirza and Katieresumed their kissing over Sandy’s head.

She wasn’t watching though. Her eyes were forward, locked ontoEstefan. He was all she wished to see.

Though the bed was gigantic and bolted to the floor (aprecaution should Luna Prime lose its’ Grav-generators), they managed to makeit move within its’ fastenings.

Below him, Sandy was beginning to pant. Her breaths were coming in and out in quickbursts. “Oh-oh-oh, E-eff-ff-eff,” shekept muttering again and again. “Pl-pl-please, don’t-t-t-t stop. Don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop. H-h-h-hard-er-er-er!”

He obliged and increased his speed. “I’m going to fuck you hard,” he promised,his voice no longer his own. It wasbestial, growling.

“F-f-f-fuck… me… h-h-hard!”

She released one of his elbows, her hand shooting downbetween her legs, replaceing her tiny nodule. She began to twirl it, feverish, circle after circle, until her clitorisemerged from its hood. She pusheddownward, exposing more of it until it rubbed against the shaft of Estefan’srock hard manhood. Her entire body wentrigid. Her heels dug in with harshabandon.

It was not painful at the backs of his thighs. He was a Heavy.

Her nails bit into his arm as she applied every ounceof strength she possessed, clasping his cock as hard as she could.

He continued to hit her sensitive clit and she held onfor dear life.

“F-faster, Eff, faster,” she begged.

He obeyed with long, deep forceful pushes, seeming torocket in and out of her. Though now, heno longer let himself slap against her. He knew he would bruise her as he had Flavia weeks prior.

Instead, he made certain he arrested his forwardmomentum within the last inch of her. Itwas a technique he had perfected over the years. Practice,practice, practice, he thought absently, in pace with the humping of hisback.

“G-go-god, Eff, I’m, I’m s-s-s-so close,” she justmanaged through clenched teeth. Her bodywent taut with strain.

“Tell me when. I want you in my mouth,” he commanded as he continued to assault hervagina.

So fast now, his other wives stopped to watch. The sides of their heads touched as theireyes filled with hunger.

Sandy wheezed for what seemed like an eternity asEstefan rifled in and out of her. Hiships were like pistons in an old-time, combustion engine.

Then, “I’m -,” was all she was able to convey as atremendous shudder took her. Thesensations swept her away.

Estefan came from her in a flash and sank between herlegs. He covered her labia’s with hismouth.

She gushed into him. Her body wracked with orgasm as he took every bit of her and swallowed.

His tongue flecked at her sensitive nub between eachsquirting flow. Sandy’s body was likeclockwork. He had figured it out a longtime ago.

She continued to buck and shake upon the bed for sometime after. Katie and Tirza came apart,moving swift to Sandy and began kissing her on the lips and suckling herbreasts. They prolonged the ecstaticrelease coursing through her.

Estefan licked and sucked at her from below, intent onleaving no drops behind. He wantedeverything that had spewed forth tasted, ingested. He wanted her sloshing in his belly.

A while later, Sandy’s orgasm began to subside, thenfinished altogether. Estefan came fromher, his jaw and neck dripping with her.

At once, his other wives rushed to him on their kneesand began to kiss and tongue him wherever he was wet.

He put his arms around each of their waists, rubbinghis fingertips along their hips, thighs and buttocks.

They went about cleaning him.

None of them changed position for a long while; untilSandy’s breathing had finally returned to normal. The flush of red about her skin dissipated,and then she sat up. She wove her waythrough her Sisters-in-Marriage. Herhands sought Estefan’s face.

He smiled down at her as she cupped his face andkissed him hard on the lips. He returnedher kiss, though he was still holding onto the other two women. Both of them were patient, waiting for themto finish.

“Your turn, Estefan, I want you to cum for me now,”she said.

“Ok,” he acquiesced.

As quick as a feline, she flopped on all fours,backing up to him, her round ass pointing right at him.

Tirza giggled.

“He’s gonna cum fast that way,” Katie pointed out, alopsided grin on her face.

Sandy breathed a chortle. “I want to feel it shoot in-,” she was aboutto say when a high-pitched whir sounded throughout the chamber.

It wasn’t an alarm or anything like that. It was only an acknowledgement hail. But, it made them all freeze in place, seeingthey were all nude and in the throes of sex.

Estefan flicked a finger over his left-hand indexfinger activating his ‘Swarm. “Reynatrace the incoming frequency for identification.”

The room swirled with Nano-bots for a moment. “My dear, it is your wife, Synoddess Flavia,the Guardian,” answered the complex processing unit.

“Pipe in the call,” ordered the Keeper. He turned from the bed as a life-likeprojection of his one-time, half-sister formed from the floor up a few feetaway. “Flavia, you have news?” heprompted.

She appeared to glance up from something she waslooking at one her side. “Yes, theNull-ship has arrived and -.” She wasabout to say something else when she realized he went unclothed and so waseveryone else about him. “W-what thehell are you guys doing?” she stammered.

“I’m enjoying our husband,” replied Sandy before anyof them could answer back. She hadflopped on her tummy when Estefan had turned, addressing Flavia from thatposition on the bed.

“It sure looks like it, Sandra.” Flavia’s voice was stern.

Estefan knew she was envious at not being a part oftheir tryst, because she had other things to attend. Her speaking Sandy’s given name wasn’t theonly clue. His one-time, step-sister’sface was blank. She appeared relaxed,but he knew it wasn’t the case. She wasstanding the way she did right before she entered combat. He could read her body language as if it werethe writing of the stars.

“How long until it’ll be suitable enough to board?”asked the Keeper in an attempt to sidestep Flavia’s wrath.

She tapped her foot a few times before sheanswered. “Fifteen minutes.”

“Okay, we’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” he nodded,smiling.

“See you when you get here,” she said with a roll ofher eyes and then terminated the connection.

Katie huffed through her mouth. “Well, Eff, looks likewe’re gonna have to give her some realalone-time with you. Before she guts usall…”

Tirza laughed. “We should get cleaned up,” she urged, scurrying from the bed, walkingtoward Estefan.

He smiled into her kiss, leaning down to do so. He felt himself grow at the thought of theextremely petite woman in his arms.

She felt him below her breasts and squirmed out of hisarms. “No way, Mister,” sheadmonished. “Otherwise, we’ll neverleave this room.” She wore a huge grin,pinching his butt before spinning on a heel. She made for the Dermal-cleanser, her round buttocks bouncing as shewalked.

He grew harder.

Katie came from the other side and kissed him as well,deliberately crushing her body to his. She knew her touch would bring his erection to its’ fullest.

He tried to get a better hold on her.

But she too shimmied from his grasp, wagging a fingerat him in the negative. She followedTirza into the washroom.

His eyes riveted to her ass as she sauntered away.

“Come over here, babe. Let me take care of that for you,” said Sandy, demure, from the middleof the bed. She was back on all foursagain. “We’ve got fifteen minutes,honey, plenty of time to finish what we started.”

Estefan didn’t hesitate. He could never turn down such a tantalizingoffer.

“Put it in the other hole, my love. I want to feel you in there instead!”

“God, Sandy,I love you!” he said in a rush and dove for the bed.