This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don't worry, they're fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.
"Hello? Heather? All you alright? I thought I heard something." Max pounded on the door to the lab. His wife was inside and he had heard the faintest high-pitched sound. It sounded almost like singing, but it had stopped several minutes ago. "Computer, open the door to the lab," he commanded again. "I need to get in there."
"I'm sorry, Max, I can't let you do that." Errand sounded almost smug.
"Open up." He pounded on the door some more. He was so worried that he hadn't even noticed that the computer had failed to address him properly. He had a pit in his stomach, like something dreadful was going on just on the other side of the bulkhead.
The doors parted without warning, and Heather stood just on the other side looking slightly dazed. Max almost hit his wife in the face as he went to knock on the door again. Seeing her there, he rushed into her arms. "I was so worried," he murmured into her thick hair. She usually smelled so fresh and clean, but at the moment his nostrils filled with the sourness of her sweat.
"Don't be silly, Max." Heather patted him on the back and pushed him away from their hug. "Everything is fine. I was just ... just ..." A faraway look possessed her dark eyes, and then she was back with her husband in the present. "I was just doing tests with Member Humility." She nodded back to the woman. Humility waved at Max.
"Oh, I thought." Max led her by the hand away from the room and the doors closed behind them. "I thought I heard your voice through the door."
"Oh, yes ... I was ... I mean ..." Heather tried hard not to rub her belly where she knew Jacob's sperm was probably having a field day with her eggs. She counted days and thought maybe her eggs weren't available at present. Thank goodness.
"Heather?" Max's forehead creased in worry.
"I was just a little scared of the tests. And it turns out ..." Heather had little practice in lying to her husband. But after what had just happened to her in the lab, she felt she had to protect the Winthrops. She found she had no more loathing for Jacob. He was a special young man that needed her. Needed her more than Max did, now that she thought about it. "It turns out that Humility, she likes to be called Lil actually, is quite a joker. She kept scaring me right at the tense moment of each test. I may have screamed a little. But it was all in good fun."
"That seems unkind." He couldn't bring himself to say what he really thought, that Humility was acting un-Christian. "I was afraid the robot had somehow gotten in, or that the Winthrops had done something to you."
"No one has done anything to me." She grasped his hand weakly as they walked. This was such a gargantuan lie. Jacob had taken her like a heathen, and made her enjoy it like a heathen. She shuddered at the memory of his thing wriggling inside her, finding all her special places. "Everything is fine."
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Mary braced herself against the bed, clutching at Jacob's sheets. She was on her stomach, and her son was just about to explode. Her gentle teenager always got so aggressive when he was about to bless her with his stuff. "Do it, Jake. Fill me. Fill me ... oooohhhhh ... again." She wondered that she still allowed him access to her secret cavern after he'd already succeeded in sowing her field. Did the Lord hump His own Mary after he'd impregnated her with His divinity? Mary thought not. Regardless, she could no longer say no to her youngest and his otherworldly penis. "Oh, yessssssssss." After that, she lost herself in a floating nebula of ecstasy. When she came around, her son had already left. She'd vaguely heard him say something about playing baseball as she had shuddered on the bed. She rolled halfway over, and noticed two wet spots on the bed where her breasts had pressed into the mattress. Her boobs hung ponderously sideways. They seemed to grow every day.
"Strange." She touched the wet sheet where her nipple had been. It was soaked, and not by sweat. She got up and waddled to the bathroom, trying not to drip semen all over the floor. After her shower, Mary stood in the bathroom, staring at her body. She regarded every gentle slope and curve. Soon, she would be a whole lot rounder. She sighed. It would be hard work carrying her son's baby, but it was righteous work, and she welcomed it.
Her nipples had already darkened, and her areola looked wider. She reached up and touched her nipple. On impulse, she squeezed. Her fingers were wet. She lifted them to her mouth and a shiver of joy shot through her at the sweet taste of milk. Heaven be praised, she was already lactating. And her milk was wonderful. She'd never tasted it with her other children, that would have been unseemly. So, maybe milk always hit those that imbibed it with pleasure. Or maybe this pregnancy was special. Heck, she knew it was special, and the pleasure she'd tasted from the milk reminded her too much of the effect her son's sperm had on her. But to a lesser degree.
Watching herself in the mirror, Mary lifted her heavy, left breast with both hands. She lowered her chin and angled her nipple up. The dulcet warmth spread delightfully from her taste buds down her throat. She squeezed the pliant boob rhythmically and drank and drank. Mary didn't know how long had passed before she'd had her fill. Eventually, she dropped the breast and smacked her lips in satisfaction. That was one of the best meals she'd ever had. And she made it herself. Mary giggled as she watched milk drip down her chin and splatter on her breasts. She couldn't wait to share this with Jacob. Well, with all of them. But first, she supposed, it was time to tell them she was pregnant.
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The mess hall had never felt so full. Jacob looked around the table. All the Hendersons were there, along with their pilot, Don, and the enigmatic Doctor Cole. The doctor watched Jacob
with her pretty Asiatic eyes, but he knew enough not to put much stock in her friendly smiles
. Penny also smiled over at her eighteen-year-old host. They were the same age, and Jacob guessed she was probably lonely after all that time without anyone new. He looked over at Heather. If the computer hadn't woken her and Max, he would be in a similar position to Penny. He smiled at his sister. Well, not that similar. Heathen though Penny was, he doubted she got to have the sort of wild fun with her family that Jacob had. He looked back to the Hendersons. "No robot?" He really wanted to see the thing.
"Sorry, Jake." Maureen had become familiar with the Winthrops. They seemed a slightly high-strung family, but she imagined all that religious zealotry could keep a person on edge. Or maybe there was something off about them beyond their faith. She wasn't sure, but she would keep her eyes open. The Hendersons had met plenty of dangers before, and had mostly handled what the galaxy had thrown at them. Mostly, but not entirely. "Ever since the incident with our youngest, the robot hasn't been very social." This was the first time anyone on the ship had mentioned the Hendersons' loss. A quiet fell over the table.
"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean ..." Jacob had no idea what to say.
