Quaranteam Se Team Davies Ch 13

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Chapter 13

All Characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are over the age of 18.

**** Mount Pleasant Cemetery - Gainesville, FL - 1000, Sunday, August 16, 2020****

Sean and Ellie helped Miles transport the markers from the back of the Beast to the nearby headstone for Beth Davies, Miles' first wife. Using a post driver, he pounded metal T-posts into the earth just to the right of Beth's grave, and then affixed each marker to the posts using screw-on brackets. A quick application of Loctite ensured the fasteners would not be easily removed. They drove the posts deep into the sand until they'd met tougher resistance of actual soil, making it unlikely that anything other than a determined person with a post-pulling tool would disturb the markers.

Standing back to observe their handiwork, Miles was satisfied that each of the three markers was level and properly spaced from one another. Penny took hold of his hand as they stood together silently. Sean and Ellie went back to the beast, returning a few moments later with four bouquets, handing one to Miles and another to Penny.

Miles stepped forward and knelt before Beth's headstone, gently placing the bouquet just before it, then saying, "I've been a bit busy of late, dear, but I'm finally here. I've brought company, some to stay, I'm afraid. Hope you don't mind," he uttered, his voice cracking at the last as he forced a sad little chuckle. "I miss you so much! I love you." Having said his piece, he stood upright and stepped back.

Sean stepped forward and bent down at Marcus' marker, placing the flowers beneath it, then reached into his pocket and withdrew a small object, which he placed next to the flowers. It took Miles a moment to recognize that the object was a small diecast X-wing toy. Sean spoke softly to Marcus for a moment, then stood and stepped back next to his father, reaching for his free hand.

Ellie went next, stepping up to her sister's marker, laying the flowers before it, then knelt and spoke briefly to Mary Beth before standing and stepping back next to Penny, wiping at her tears.

Penny went last, placing her flowers at the base of Raul's marker, and just stood there silently for a few moments, quietly weeping. Finally, she reached into her purse and withdrew a tissue to wipe her face. Standing there another moment, she composed herself before returning to stand beside her younger daughter, reaching for her hand.

The four of them stood there silently for quite a while, until finally, Sean spoke up.

"We'll be having our first Den Meeting of the new year Tuesday night," he began, with only a slight waver in his voice. "I'm going to do my best to beat your record, Marcus, and earn my overachiever patch. I'm going to make you proud, I promise! And then I'll go on to do all those things we talked about - earn my Eagle, do well in school, and earn an appointment to the Naval Academy!"

Miles put his arm around his son's shoulders, hugging him as he silently communed with his dead wife and son.

Ellie spoke to Mary Beth next, "I don't know about the Naval Academy, but I plan to match Sean in the overachiever department, and I will earn my Eagle rank, just as I know you'd have done, EmBee. I'll make you and Daddy proud!"

Penny hugged her daughter silently, tears filling her eyes as she struggled to keep her composure.

Just then, thunder rumbled in the cloudy skies, and the rain began to fall. Florida rain was not cold, but the wetness combined with the oppressive humidity could be uncomfortable, so they all headed quickly to get into the Beast. Miles started the engine and put the vehicle in gear, taking them home to be with the rest of their new family.

**** Gainesville, FL - 1530, Sunday, August 16, 2020****

The front doorbell rang, and Sophia went to answer it. Miles had just stepped outside to take another load from his old office over to their newly designated workspace - formerly his hobby room in the Outhouse.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed in mild surprise, then nodded to her new... stepmother? No, that wasn't going to be her title. His newest partner and her former classmate, Brandi Dickson. "S'up, Brandi," she nodded cooly to the girl. "Come in, you two. We're just in the process of relocating the home office to the Outhouse. You can help me carry boxes over, if you don't mind."

Shutting the front door, she turned and stepped into the office, picking up one of the lighter boxes and handing it to her bemused father, then grabbing another to hand to Brandi, before grabbing a pair of monitors and heading toward the nearest French doors to the lanai.

Peeking out of the kitchen to see who was at the door, Penny waved an oven-mittened hand in their direction, "Oh, hello, David. Hi, Brandi," before she ducked back in to continue what she'd been doing.

"Penny and Jan are working on a birthday cake for tomorrow night - it's Ava's 22

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Birthday tomorrow," Sophia explained as she led them between the pool and the outdoor dining area to the back door of the pool enclosure.

"Why are you moving the office to the Outhouse, darling?" David asked between huffs as they walked.

"Oh, we're planning to turn the den into a nursery," Sophia explained, causing her father to halt for just a moment in surprise before he continued walking, albeit a bit more slowly.

"Is that so... is someone expecting, already?" he asked tentatively.

Glancing back at him, she saw the paleness in his face, and couldn't resist the temptation. "Well, I was going to tell you eventually..."

David came to a full stop, nearly dropping the box.

Unable to maintain a straight face any longer, she burst out in laughter, then confessed, "I'm sorry, Daddy, but you should've seen your face! No, no one is expecting just yet. Not for lack of trying!" She opened the door to the Outhouse and held it for them.

David gulped in a breath, regaining his composure, then stepped through the doorway, followed by Brandi, who was smirking at Sophia.

"Still the tease, Soph," Brandi admonished as she walked past her former classmate, shaking her head.

"Oh, like you're not trying to get me a half-sibling?" Sophie rebuked before following them inside.

Miles stepped out of the new office across the woodshop from them, waving a greeting as he came over to take the boxes from David and Brandi. "Hi David, hi.. err... Brandi," he stammered, struggling to recall the young woman's name as he turned and carried the boxes to the office. "What brings you two into my domain this fine Sunday?"

"Miles, we were discussing your program after we got home last night," David began enthusiastically, "and I think we'd like to pitch in somehow, if we can. As a Civil Engineer, I can help design the take-offs of the poly-pod developments - the roadways, the drainage, that sort of thing, and Brandi is interested in working on this effort as well, as it aligns with her chosen major."

"I assume you've vetted this idea with Martha already?" Miles asked.

"Of course," David assured him. "She told us it's your show, and she wasn't about to interfere with your process. Instead, she sent us over here to ask you ourselves," he admitted good-humoredly.

"Well, we're certainly going to need the help," Miles admitted. "It'll take me a few days to get the paperwork pushed through and get you set up with the necessary access. Why don't we plan on you two starting this coming Thursday?"

"Sounds good, Miles. You sure you're okay with this?" David asked. "I don't want you uncomfortable or feeling like my wife has a spy in your midst..."

"David," Miles reassured the man, "never mind the fact that her daughter is on my team, as far as I know, Martha and I are on the same page. So, yes, I'm sure I am okay with this."

"Oh, and I was thinking that - once we can be out in the open about Endure, and the entire pandemic response is public knowledge - Angelina might be able to help us out a bit," David suggested. "She's a social media consultant and an influencer, so she might be able to help us spin Endure, help us evangelize its importance to the Millennials and surviving Gen Z'ers."

"That's a great idea, actually," Miles admitted. "The whole idea of Teams and their next-level living requirements is going to take some getting used to, and it would certainly be helpful to get some buy-in early on."

**** Gainesville, FL - 0645, Monday, August 17, 2020****

Miles stepped into the shower enclosure behind Ava and wrapped his arms around her, bending down to kiss her on the cheek and whisper, "Happy Birthday, sweetheart."

She smiled and turned her head to kiss him as he began to hot-dog his erection between the globes of her ass.

"Miles," she warned him, "you know I'm still on my period."

Kissing her more forcefully, he stroked harder against her mons, pausing only to say, "Where better to make a mess than in the shower? Besides, I'm not gonna let a little blood stop me from giving you a birthday fuck, as long as you don't mind," he paused, waiting for her consent.

Closing her eyes and smiling, she leaned forward and placed her hands on the shower wall, bending forward slightly to give him a better angle at her from the rear.

Lining up, he slipped the head of his cock around her pussy lips to ensure he was generously coated with her fluids before he began to push into her. In one long, slow stroke, he hilted himself fully within her, coming to a stop as his loins met her asscheeks and his cockhead met her cervix. Holding still for a few moments, he waited until she shifted slightly to begin stroking in and out of her, slowly at first. Once he was sure that the going was sufficiently smooth, he began to pick up steam, stroking into her harder and faster. He grabbed hold of her hips and commenced fucking her in earnest as she began to moan loudly, uncaring if any of his partners wandered in.

Ava moaned even more loudly, gyrating her hips as she thrust back at him. In a surprisingly short amount of time, she was crying out as she was orgasming, her head thrown back in her ecstasy. It was enough for Miles - driving his cock in as deeply as he could, he erupted deep inside of Ava's quim, pushing her into a more powerful orgasm as soon as his cum touched her pussy walls. As she rode out her orgasm, Miles wrapped his arms around her from behind, grabbing onto her generous tit flesh and squeezing.

After a few moments, she wound down from her pleasure, and he leaned forward once again to whisper into her ear, "Is that enough for you, or would you like some more?"

"Mmmm, tempting, but I think this is good for now," she purred with a smile. "We need to get finished so the others can shower, and we can all get on with our day."

"Very well, if you insist," he agreed with her jokingly, pulling out of her soaking channel and rinsing himself before grabbing his shampoo and stepping over to another shower head, giving her room to finish her shower.

Penny stepped into the shower alongside Miles and stretched up to kiss him, then whispered, "I didn't know menstrual sex was on the menu."

"Your sister used to swear by it," he assured her. "She told me it helped with the cramps. Plus, doing it in the shower makes the cleanup afterward much easier. Anyway, I'm up for it if you are..."

Without a word, she turned her back to him and bent over, bracing herself on the far shower wall.

Wearing a silly grin on his face, Miles stepped up to her and lined his still-hard cock up with her crease, running himself around her entrance, ensuring he was well-lubricated before he shoved himself into her. Where he'd been gentle with Ava, he knew that Penny liked it more rough, so he started out a bit more forcefully.

Letting out a guttural moan, Penny closed her eyes and let her head hang down between her arms, bracing herself for what was to come.

Ensuring his footing was secure, Miles began to pound away at Penny, giving her his all. She pushed back against him, moaning loudly with each plunge of his cock into her pussy. Rivulets of reddened water ran down her thighs, only to wash down the drain, but neither seemed to notice. Miles stepped up his pace, grunting with the effort, giving Penny a good morning fuck as if it was the only thing on his mind. They were both so focused that they didn't notice the arrival of Debra, who'd come to watch, playing with herself as she enjoyed the show vicariously. Even Ava was lingering in the shower, done washing, but gently rubbing herself as she watched Penny getting seriously fucked in the shower right next to her.

Penny's moans continued to gain volume as her peak approached, and Miles was straining to give her a mighty pounding, his muscles standing taut as he reciprocated violently in and out of her passage. At last, she cried out, her head lifting and her back arching with her orgasm. Before Miles could come, she stepped away from him, gasping for breath as she let the water rinse against her overly-sensitive genitalia.

Debra moved fast, striding up to him and running her hand over his rock-hard manhood, rinsing the shaft clean, before hitching herself up to him and engulfing his hardness with her muff, wrapping one leg around him and pulling him deep within her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The two locked into a passionate kiss as they fucked each other standing up in the shower.

Miles was a man possessed, unable to slow down, trying to reach his orgasm. Debra pulled away from his kiss and began whispering into his ear, "Give me your cum, Miles. Can't you feel how hungry my pussy is for your seed? Let yourself go, baby! Cum in me! Paint my insides with your baby batter. Give it to me!"

Taken with the eroticism of the moment, he felt his balls clench, and jet after jet of his jism pumped into her, the excess running out and down her legs. She cried aloud as her eyes rolled back, her body convulsing in the serum-induced climax.

Separating from one another, Debra leaned forward to give Miles a quick kiss before turning to wash herself.

Knowing that the others needed to finish their own showers, he finished and exited the enclosure, still a bit lightheaded from the exertion.

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Drying himself quickly, he dressed in his NWU fatigues, completed his morning routines, and headed to the kitchen, where Jan was already preparing breakfast for adults, having just fed the kiddos.

Giving her a quick hug and kiss from behind, he went about putting together his tumbler of tea, grabbing a quick bite of toast and bacon while waiting for his other partners to trickle out for their own breakfasts.

"Dad, I was wondering something," Sean began, drawing his father's attention to where his son sat with the other children.

"What's that, tiger?" he asked, pulling up a chair to give Sean his undivided attention.

"I was wondering if I could use your 3D printer today to print something. I can start it in between my studies and check on it throughout the day," the boy asked. "The print job says it will take about 6 hours if all goes well."

"Sure, just make sure there's enough PLA on the spool to complete your job," Miles responded. Curiosity eventually got the better of him. "What are you planning to print?"

"Baby Yoda, from the Mandalorian," Sean replied with a small grin. "I overheard Ava talking about him with Maddie, and I thought maybe I could print it up for her to put on her desk at work. It's for her birthday."

Reaching out, he tousled Sean's hair. "I think that'd be great, Sean. Go ahead and make it happen."

"Uncle Miles, what are you planning to cover at tomorrow night's den meeting?" Elise asked in between bites of her cereal.

Turning to his niece, he smiled as he divulged to her, "I plan on starting off covering a pair of adventures on your list of requirements for Arrow of Light. The first is called Aware and Care, and it involves learning more about folks with disabilities. The second is an elective adventure where you Scouts learn about Modular Design."

"Miles, do you know what we will cover at our den meetings?" Trent asked him as he took his bowl to the sink to rinse it and place his dishes into the dishwasher.

Scrunching up his brow as if he were giving it some hard thought, he slowly replied, "Well, if I am not mistaken Trent, Ms. Fletcher plans on you Webelos learning about Personal Safety as part of your 'My Safety' Adventure, as well as Aware and Care, which also covers disability awareness - you can look that up in your handbook." Turning to the twins, he continued, "And I believe Mr. Martinez plans to cover Standing Tall as well as work on Roaring Laughter. Make sure you read over the requirements beforehand, okay?"

Noah responded with a nod, his mouth full of cereal. Emma glanced at Noah, then spoke up, saying, "We both have our handbooks, Miles, thank you. We'll read over our adventures after Ms. Jan finishes teaching us for the day."

"That sounds like a plan, Emma," Miles told her, pleased with her continued enthusiasm for scouting. "If you have any questions, feel free to come ask me."

The door from the garage into the laundry room opened just then, and Barney burst into the kitchen, scrabbling his toenails on the hard tile floor as he circled the table, sniffing briefly at those sitting there before moving to his food area, then began lapping loudly from his water bowl. Maddie came in behind him, followed closely by Sophia, who'd both taken Barney with them for a little road work.

"Morning, slug! Morning, kids!" Maddie called out to them as she rounded the corner heading back to the master suite.

"Slug? What the heck?" Miles responded, feigning injury.

"I think that's Maddie's way of suggesting you need to get your ass back on the road before it starts to spread, mister," Sophia told him, bending down to give him a quick kiss on the head before following Maddie to the shower. "Don't think we haven't noticed how much you're eating lately. We don't want our man getting a Dad Bod!" She laughed evilly as she left the room.

Looking thoughtful, Miles turned to Jan, asking her, "Am I eating more lately?"

Jan finished laying out meat to thaw for the evening's dinner plans - Street Taco's, per Debra's suggestion - and turned to give Miles a serious look. "Well," she began, "to be honest, I can tell you that you're eating more than any of the rest of us. But, as for the 'Dad Bod' thing, I don't think I've ever seen you looking more fit, dear. You work out five times a week, and... ahem... maintain a heckuva cardio routine aside from that. But, to answer your question, yes dear - you're eating like a teenager."

Miles scratched at his chin as he considered this information. His clothes weren't fitting tighter - if anything, they were beginning to hang loose in certain areas - not the arms or the shoulders, but the waist and ass of his trousers seemed to be fitting looser. He hadn't used a traditional belt for years, opting for a ratcheting belt for civilian wear, and of course a web belt for his uniforms, so he didn't have the whole 'belt notch' guide to go by, although he'd recently needed to adjust the buckle on his web belt to maintain the brass on brass when properly tightened...

"I guess I'll start keeping an eye on it, then," he shrugged, not quite dismissing the matter.

"Don't worry, mister. We're ALL keeping an eye on it for you," Jan laughed as she continued bustling around in the kitchen.

**** Gainesville, FL - 1630, Monday, August 17, 2020****