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All life-forms which participate in procreative activities in this work of fiction are of legal age to do so.
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The first problem Silva and Marmon ran into, when they got home, was where Vala was going to stay.
That first night, they scrounged up some linens, a blanket, and a pillow - and made up the couch for her to sleep on - but that wasn't going to be a good long-term solution.
At the same time, everything was new to the 20-year-old human girl who had been a Volkran less than 24 hours ago - so tossing her out on the street and hoping she would survive really wasn't an option.
By the time the tired travelers awoke the next morning, Siri had resolved the first problem.
Marmon's neighbor across the hall had notified the building super that they were dropping out of school unexpectedly. He had posted the vacancy the previous night - warning the student that they'd still be responsible for the monthly payments until the space was rented.
Both the former occupant - as well as the building manager - were elated to receive an early-morning email from Marmon, asking to take over the space as soon as possible.
As it happened, Marmon was concerned with getting himself and his lover to their first day of classes - and didn't know anything about the email - or his sister-in-law's new apartment - until Siri mentioned it in the middle of him giving Vala instructions for what to do with her day.
While he and Silva were in class, Siri used the fabricator in Marmon's apartment to construct Vala a phone - as well as a matching "Bluetooth" watch.
Vala spent the day in "class" as well - learning English, hand gestures to avoid, and general information on how to pass herself off as a Californian or - at least - a recent immigrant to the state.
By the time the two students were back home - carrying with them a veritable buffet of Chinese take-out dishes for Vala to experience - her brain was frazzled from all the hours of YouTube videos, language training, and etiquette education.
She peppered them with questions - trying out her new language skills - and they corrected her failed idioms - as she tried a little of each of the tasty dishes they plied her with.
Silva had already instructed her on how to use the defecation disposal unit that morning. After showing her the shower - and offering a few pointers - she and Marmon waited on the couch for Vala to reappear. They were kissing and cuddling when she opened the door of the bathroom and a steamy cloud nearly obliterated the visibility in the hallway.
Marmon was a little concerned about how red her skin was but Silva said that she didn't think any burn medicine would be required. Vala, obviously, really liked the water hot.
For her part, she didn't know what all the fuss was about. The steamy spray had tested her pain-tolerance - but she adored the fiery vapor that made her forget about everything else in this world or her last one.
Still wrapped in only a towel, Silva reached forward, grabbed her, and pulled her down onto their laps - snuggled between two faces that kissed her cheeks and hugged her tightly.
Yeah. This pack was definitely nothing like her old one.
Despite the independent nature she'd inherited from her birth-mother - and strengthened over time - this was something she could get used to - even if one of the beings holding her tightly was a sneaky Mimkrin bastard.
They shoved her to her feet and sent her off to dress - in Siri's latest loungewear fall fashions - with a directive to hurry back for some instruction on human culture.
Vala groaned and earned herself a swat on the ass by her sister.
She shrieked and disappeared into the bathroom to emerge in a T-shirt and pajama pants - which she announced were "acceptable".
Vala reclaimed her spot on the couch - this time nestled between her new pack-mates - who directed her attention to the big-screen TV where "The Princess Bride" was queued-up.
She didn't understand what the grandpa and the boy were supposed to be doing - but the rest of the "instructional" video was entertaining enough - and the popcorn that Marmon brought back from the kitchen was fabulous.
After that, they spent about an hour on the computer - ordering furnishings for Vala's apartment. They would be picking up the keys in the morning and they scheduled everything possible to be delivered - in order to save having to run to the stores and carry it all back themselves.
Siri had a floorplan for the space and they selected everything they knew Vala would need.
For now, the kitchen was left bare. Vala would be joining them for meals - as well as evening instruction & entertainment.
They covered the basics for the living room and the bathroom. For the bedroom items, Vala followed her sister's recommendations and only voiced an opinion when it came to the fabric prints.
Silva offered a couple tweaks - to try to avoid clashes between different pieces in the room - but overall left things as Vala had specified. They could always change it if it was too visibly jarring when they got everything into place.
Marmon and Silva decided to forego their usual bedroom calisthenics that night - with the plan to resume the festivities after their new roommate had her own sleeping space.
However, kissing turned to cuddling - and that turned into fingering - which had Silva moaning dangerously.
She pulled Marmon's fingers from her needy twat and sucked them clean, told him to behave, and then snuggled into his arms to drift off to Dreamland.
Marmon knew she was right - but he latched his teeth onto her nose for a bit - in a mild protest - before snuggling his forehead against her neck and closing his eyes - holding her body tightly.
His arm was asleep - and tingling madly - when he awoke a few hours later - but he shifted it from her shoulders to her neck - and went back to sleep.
In the morning, they asked Siri for an update on the situation with the stolen automat.
The warehouse had been cleared of bodies just after daybreak - not long after police had been called to the residence of their final victim of the early morning city-wide slaughter.
The automat had been deposited in a nearby dumpster and had been removed by the waste management crew during their regular pickup later that week.
No communications had been directed towards the two VPs - but - obviously - somebody else was aware of what went on - since they knew to get the refuse removed before the cops were called.
So far, no other blips had shown up on Siri's radar.
The company that was paid to set up the coffee vending machines already had a replacement in place before the stolen one was even noticed by anyone more than the early shift of the building custodial team.
The trio of extraterrestrials spent most of the day accepting delivery of Vala's new furnishings and getting them placed where the sisters specified.
They took a break for lunch - with some Japanese steamed buns, gyoza, and a little saki - and then finished up their work.
Silva noticed that the delivery boy seemed sweet on Vala and made a note of his name. Maybe they could get her a short-term playmate - and possibly end up with a DNA sample she could share with the others. Silva really wanted to explore Japan and they could unlock the full experience if they traveled as nationals - rather than as American tourists.
When it was time for bed, Marmon and Silva headed for their own apartment.
Silva closed the door of the apartment and locked the deadbolt.
When Marmon looked at her, she pointed down (stay where you are) and held a finger up (one minute).
She disappeared down the hall, into their bedroom.
Not knowing quite what to expect, Marmon didn't move.
Three minutes later, Silva walked down the hall wearing the outfit that had initiated their torrid relationship - the grey & black plaid skirt and a white men's dress shirt that was translucent enough to do nothing to hide the lacey black bra underneath. She had added a black tie, lacey half-calf white socks, black eyeglasses, and patent-leather shoes.
Together, the pieces created the perfect combination of Catholic school-girl, naughty librarian, and a private secretary that's willing to work extra hard for that next pay-raise.
Silva stopped five feet away, tilted her head forward to look at Marmon over the top of the glasses, bit her lower lip, and fiddled with the hem of her tight skirt.
She held up a ballpoint pen - then reached back and dropped it behind her.
She held her hand up to her mouth and gave him an overly-dramatic "oops" expression.
She turned, looked over her shoulder at him - and then leaned forward slowly - so slowly - to pick up the pen - showing off her beautiful ass.
Grabbing the pen, she slowly stood back up, turned to face Marmon again, brought the pen to her lips, and stuck the top of it in her mouth just far enough to be able to clench her teeth down on it.
She stood there, waiting, and he decided the ball was now in his court.
He walked over, took the pen, and threw it to the side.
He untied the tie and threw it on the couch.
He inserted the fingers of both hands into the spaces between the buttons on the shirt and ripped it open.
He looked up at her face and she bit her lip.
He caressed her breasts through the lacey bra, leaned forward to nibble on each nipple through the thin material, and then grabbed the garment by the lower edge and pulled it up towards her neck - spilling her breasts out below.
His left arm went behind her to pull her close.
His right hand groped and teased her left breast and nipple - while his mouth devoured her right. He used his tongue, lips, and a little teeth to show her how much he adored that part of her body.
He shifted his face - and mouth - to the left breast - tucking his right arm behind to keep her in place - while his left hand took over groping the right tit.
Was she humming? Purring?
