Zai and Tim

This is part 5 of a long 8-part story that builds while providing plenty of plot twists. Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is a work of fiction. I made it all up. Check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is, a fun story. Special thanks to rancher46 and RF-Fast for editing my story.

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Chapter 20 -- The Honeymoon

Tim's point of view:

It's 8:00 AM. I have had four hours of sleep. I am on my stomach and receiving both a body and foot massage. Carla is explaining exactly how to do my feet. It's surprisingly similar to the method I used on her her last night. There is also an argument in the background between the sisters. How are these people even awake, let alone arguing so angrily?

My sisters want to come with and leave Carla's sisters at home. Her sisters want the opposite. Since Tamara thinks she is the closest to me, she should go with me. I don't have the brainpower to deal with this. I giggle as my stomach growls, and both massages stop.

Carla yells out, "We need breakfast! You four, STOP! I'm getting a headache. Tamara and Tammi, you have traveled with Tim already."

She doesn't even finish, and both sisters are bawling. Then run to the side of the bed, and they're begging, crying, and pleading their case to me.

Carla says to her sisters, "Their trip was all business and was stressful."

Again, before she finishes, her sisters run to her feet, grab her legs, and are begging to come with us. Carla looks at me with a frown on her face. How does she tell them no?

I smile, knowing my plan is sooo cool. I am almost laughing at my ingenuity.

I am still lying down as I command them, "All four of you, come here!" Like obedient dogs, they are kneeling at my bedside. "I want each of you to work with a chef. Your task is to serve Carla and me the world's best breakfast. You have one hour. You need to make enough for Carla, myself, you four, and the two Queens. We will eat in the main dining room, casual clothing today. GO!

"Carla, my love, we have an hour to take a shower and dress." We laugh at all four sisters running out of the room. "I see that look in your eyes. You want to know if I will deny your sisters. Yeah, I thought so. Well, let's see what they come up with. I will pick the winner. That way, nobody will hate you or feel slighted. I have a plan."

I yell out, "Go wake up the Queens ... carefully!"

*****

Both moms are tired; they need more sleep. They both look happy at seeing us.

As they walk into the room, Monica is first to talk, "Oh Tim, thank you so much for the present this morning."

Mom agrees, "Yes, that was awesome."

Carla looks at me in surprise.

Mom fills in, "He sent over a very talented woman to massage our feet. With all the dancing we did yesterday, and today, our feet were in sad shape. We still took my cart to get here, but my feet feel fantastic now."

*****

One by one, the sisters walk into the dining room, followed by a chef.

Tamara is first, "We pulled numbers from a hat to determine the order. I have for you a caramel apple waffle with a fruit compote and our take on a Mimosa. Bon appetite."

In my mind, I think this is an epic failure. The waffle is three times its average height; I can't eat it. It's way too big to fit in my mouth. Tamara takes a knife and stabs the waffle. It deflates to standard size. Meanwhile, there is a white dusting of something on the side of the waffle, making a ring. As the waffle flattens, it pushes out the sides. When the white ring hits the bowl's side, the caramel on the side of the bowl melts and lightly covers the waffle. DAMN! That was cool!

We take a bite, and it's pure heaven. The golden light waffle with the cinnamon, apples, and caramel is incredible. I take a sip of the Mimosa, and it's amazingly smooth with tiny bits of candied cherries and strawberries. Something is in the drink, causing the bits to continuously move, giving it a fountain appearance. Carla looks at me, pure joy on her face. How does she lose?

More is brought in for the Queens and my sisters. Each sister joins us at the table after they present their dish.

Katrina is next and describes her dish, "I have for you a vegetable omelet with fried potatoes, toast, and bacon. The beverage is a mixed berry juice."

I look at the plate, and it looks exactly like she said it did. The omelet is unusual. Typically, the filling is in the omelet, so it's blemished, or you can see through the eggs to see the filling. This omelet has no brown or dark markings. It's puffy and perfect-looking. I use my fork, and it slices a bite with zero effort. Amazing.

On the inside are tiny flowers. They cut the onions and peppers into tiny flowers to litter the inside of the magnificent omelet. Hidden spices are making this a fantastic dish. The little cube bits of Potatoes O'Brien are glazed in a light golden brown. These are fantastic. The outside has a hint of maple and honey with a fried texture. The inside of each tiny bit of potato is puffy, like a marshmallow.

The bacon is perfectly cooked, which is not easy to do. There are no marks from frying, no bits of black, yet it stands stiff without wilting. This, too, is seasoned with something I can't even describe. It makes the bacon more decadent and luxurious. The last item looks ordinary. I am wary of that now; everything has been a surprise. I look, and I see a blue liquid. Blueberries. I take a drink, and it's blueberry. I am disappointed.

Katrina says, "Look again."

I look again, and now it's red. I taste and its cherries. Next was lemon, orange, and strawberry. What a fantastic beverage. No, what a fantastic meal.

Carla adds with a smile, "Well done, Katrina."

Leslie announces as her dish as it's uncovered, "I have for you a quiche with maple fritters and orange juice."

Before me is a quiche that's easily eight inches tall. It's huge! On all sides of the plate are three-inch trees that I assume are the fritters. The maple fritters have a base, trunk, and golden brown branches. A puffy green substance piped onto the "trees" makes them look like trees with a distinctive visual cone.

Leslie pierces the quiche, and it flutters down into an uneven final shape. I now have a quiche in the form of a medieval castle surrounded by trees. Carla and I each take a tree to sample them.

I exclaim, "Oh, blueberry!"

Carla gushes, "Cherry!"

We look at each other, then grab another tree and taste it.

I smile as I say, "Pineapple! How cool."

Carla shouts, "Blackberry!"

Her orange juice looked and tasted like orange juice, other than it looked like it was boiling. It was cold, but bubbles were coming up without tasting like soda. Again, a fantastic dish.

Tammi is last. She looks sick after seeing what her sisters did. Her chef looks confident; this will again be more than it looks like. The dish is uncovered, and I see pancakes with a fruit side dish. There is no beverage. The pancakes are the standard size and look to be stuffed with blueberries. Whip cream is on top in the shape of Zai's spaceship. Wild blueberries are drizzled on top for a cute look.

Yikes, she didn't get a great chef to work with. She's not coming with. I butter and then cut my pancakes. Last, I pour the thick blueberry syrup on the pancakes. I start with the whipped cream. It's light as a feather and has a hint of vanilla. Nice but a big disappointment. Next, I try the pancakes. I spear a stack of three triangles I cut and pop them in my mouth.

I taste a slight bit of honey, intense blueberry, a light, fluffy pancake. Then BAM! My mouth explodes! It feels like a million tiny explosions of blueberry are going off in my mouth.

Carla says, "Fuck me."

All eyes are on her. The Queens are being served. They want to try a pancake NOW! I take my spoon and try the fruit compote. It's like a clear jelly with natural fruit. As I spoon the fruit, I notice it's rocking back and forth on my spoon. I hold my spoon steady, yet it's still sloshing around like the ocean slamming into rocks on the shore. I push the delight into my mouth, and it continues to pop and move in my mouth. It's a beautiful dish, after all.

Carla has an evil grin on her face, "Ok, mister, big shot. Each of those meals was awesome. How do you pick which sister comes with us?"

I say with a clear voice, "While all of those dishes were good. None are a perfect ten. The waffle wasn't evenly browned, the pancakes were slightly undercooked, the quiche needed more cheese, and the omelet was cute but needed more butter."

I swear that Carla is ready to kill me, and all the sisters are in tears. They were so proud of their meals.

I tease them, "I'm not sure if any of you are worthy of coming with." Open bawling by all sisters. "On the other hand, each meal had something unique, something personal from all of your personalities. Overall, it was an enjoyable meal. Even though they may not be good enough for a honeymoon, I think that I want each of you to work with a chef every quarter. We will make this a regular gathering four times a year. We will do my sisters one day, Carla's sisters the next time. We will alternate planets starting with Monica hosting next time."

They're all still crying. I need to fix this and get out of trouble.

I continue, "I will have one more idea. Since none of you was clearly above the rest, I can't select one of you to come with us." I let that hang in the air as they all cry. "Therefore, I guess you all can come."

Carla snaps her head at me and plants a huge kiss on my lips. I am pulled away from her by four sisters, who proceed to pull my seated body into their standing bodies. That means that four times my face is slammed into four awesome sets of breasts without bras as they hug me and kiss the top of my head. Both moms are laughing at the cute smile on my face. Yes, I loved that loving attention.

*****

Four princesses and the husband of a princess from the families of both Queens in the galaxy aren't allowed to travel the universe, even with Zai. Oh no, neither mom is taking any chances. Each parent sent their two newest battle cruisers with 4000 marines plus Carla's and my bodyguards.

Because of security concerns, each location we visit will NOT be told we're coming. Imagine you're a small seaside city on the ocean. You have a few coastguard speedboats to protect the waters. A yacht and four battleships show up on the horizon with enough firepower to flatten the small city. Do you think they may freak out? Oh yes.

Vanessa sent out people to warn the authorities an hour before we drop out of worm drive. Because of who we are, everyone else will be kept far away from us when possible. She also had us leave port with just one battlecruiser. Three others joined us soon after leaving port.

In space, weight isn't an issue because it's a vacuum. Tim has the four battlecruisers tether themselves together, causing them to appear as a single ship to everything but a visual check. In space, there are no aerodynamics and drag. Every spaceship could be a cube and operate the same. However, for centuries, all vehicles have been sleek and elegant. Therefore, a spacecraft has no need to have a smooth aerodynamic look, other than humans like the look.

First stop, Earth-1, or as it's more commonly called Original Earth.

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On the way, we were stopped twice by pirates. One look at our escorts, and they high tail it by jumping to worm-drive as quick as possible. They see two ships and poof, surprise in our case. You can't see in the wormholes; sensors can tell if something is there.

On our first day on Earth, we show up in time for Zai to show us the "Northern Lights." How do you even describe that? A bunched-up shower curtain naturally has curves from the material. With the Northern Lights, the fabric is sheer, and the colors shimmer between blue, green, and some maroon. It's a fantastic display that fascinated us for two hours.

We then drop down the map and hike through a rainforest. For four hours, we hike several miles in a real rain forest. I had no idea a place could be so lush or green. Green is a color. Everyone knows green. Everyone knows there are shades of green. An artist is acutely aware of the subtle differences. In a rainforest, every hue of green is on display. It's incredible at the amount of green that exists for our viewing. It's breathtaking.

Each step is a squish. Twice we got rained on for thirty minutes. It's spectacular being close to ancient trees, wildflowers, and protected wild animals. My sisters did not like the bugs much. There are mosquitos, flies, spiders, and other things with many legs.

A forest is a noisy place. The rain hits leaves, our feet splash, the birds sing, insects make various noises, and the blowing wind makes a lifelong memory. The air is humid, and it's oppressively hot. The air is also clean and refreshing. We all enjoy this very much.

Next on the list is the Taj Mahal. It's a fancy building with reflecting pools. Yeah, and my sisters made me breakfast. From the air, it's nothing special. However, as you get closer, the details pop out. The dimensions and scale are remarkable. It's built for giants to use; everything is oversized. Patterns litter the building and surrounding grounds. We spent several hours there where I expected to spend just one.

We woke up in the morning to Tamara's breakfast. While hiking, we had a short lunch. For dinner, we stop in France at a world-famous restaurant. It had a name I couldn't pronounce. With modern menus, you use your voice to select a language, and the menu is displayed in that language for you.

I had an awesome Confit de canard, a duck that was marinated for thirty-six hours and then slow-cooked to produce a moist duck with an incredible sauce. We had plenty of wine with our meal. It's odd eating in a restaurant with nobody else in it. From now on, Vanessa will enlist off-duty Marines to dine with us. I like having the noise; it feels better.

After dinner, I lean back and rub my stomach, which elicits a giggle from my sisters.

I say to them, "This was an amazing meal. I don't know what a duck is, but it was mighty good. The wine fantastically matched the meal. Yet ..." I pause for the drama. "... I think I would rate the four breakfasts you four made for me a few days ago higher. Now that was epic. I had no idea you had that in you."

Carla kisses me, and the sisters blush.

*****

Walking back onto Zai, I am tired. Zai is configured as the luxury liner now. That's perfect, we can hit the washrooms and then the lounge where we can relax.

Once in the lounge, Carla and Tamara sit next to me. I kiss my beautiful bride.

I tell my wife, "I figured Earth would be on the list. I had no idea what you would pick, though. We didn't just drive by and say, wow, that was cool, and move on. I also like that we experienced things. The walking helps you be part of the experience which was much better than just watching it from far away."

We discussed the sights, smells, and feel of what we experienced for four hours. We are already traveling to the next destination. Carla tells me that it's just a day away. Tomorrow we will experience more fun stuff. It's bedtime. I stand up, help Carla up, but she won't take my hand. I stare at her; she smiles back at me. She grabs my hand. She grabs Tamara's hand. She leads both of us to our room. Tamara is excited; she wasn't expecting this.

Once in our room, Tamara sits on the bed, folds her hands, and places them on her lap. She doesn't say a word. I stand in front of her, bend down, and give her a slow, warm, and passionate kiss. She relaxes. Carla is already undressing.

I tell Tamara as I am taking off my shirt, "You won't need those clothes. You can start stripping like we are. I will fuck you first, but Carla gets my cum. She is trying for a baby."

Carla says, "That's ok; she can have your swimmers."

I insist, "Sorry. We started the process, and I want you to get pregnant while on our honeymoon." She smiles at me. "Fuck me. Already?"

Carla nods her head yes.

I scream, "YES! I'm going to be a daddy!"

I pick Carla up and swing her around; I can't help it, I'm happy. I kiss her several times until she pushes me away.

Carla tries to look mad, "Enough already! You're getting your slobber on me!"

I let her go, but her smile is even bigger. She is naked and lays down on a couch with one leg extended and one bent. Her legs are open, giving me the perfect view of her sex. I love the view.

Tamara is on the bed, enjoying the soft bedding, yet she is also watching me closely. I know she wants to know what I will do with her. I surprise her by jumping on the bed. That popped her up in the air, where I snatch her and pull her body to me.

She's disoriented as I start a long, slow kiss. Her shoulders melt, her arms go limp, and she kisses me back with a soft yet romantic kiss. We are silent. Carla has two fingers sloshing away in her twat, making watery noises. Tamara and I must break the kiss as we giggle.

Carla asks, "My turn yet?"

I ignore her. Instead, I move down to Tamara's breasts, using tiny kisses to make a trail. I ignore her nipples and areola. I am going straight for the mushy part. I use both hands to squeeze the breasts lightly, teasingly. I use my mouth to suck in part of her breast and roll my tongue around it. She seems amused at my play. No woman does this.

Eventually, my mouth finds her nipples. Tamara has a flat top to her nipples with little pinheads on them. That makes running my tongue over and around her delicate nipples much more fun. The harder I suck, the louder she moans. It's a short few minutes before I light her up, and she screams.

I see Carla running her finger faster, and she rubs her clit lightly. I am going to surprise Tamara tonight. Her eyes are full of lust as my cock is lining up with her slot. I thrust in slowly, ensuring my depth and her ability to take me. Almost immediately, I am slamming her quickly. Her eyes are wide open in surprise. This isn't my usual thing. I ALWAYS start out slow.

On seeing me start quickly, Carla sits up straight and is furiously working her pussy with two fingers rapidly. Her other hands are still working on her clit. She is moaning as she watches us. Tamara is screaming, "Fuck yeah. Uh-huh. You're my man."

I quickly move to my fastest speed, and Carla looks desperate to get off. I have never seen someone work so hard at masturbating. It's incredible watching her. Eyes back on Tamara. I pick up her legs and push them back. She screams like I might kill her. Her ankles are even with her head, her neck is straining forward as she screams, and then finally, I shoot my cum.

Carla screams first. My scream is a much lower note and far louder. Tamara is worn out and can't even scream. She rolls over to grab a towel. Like a bat out of hell, Carla is up on the bed, knocking the towel out of her hands. Tamara's hand is still in position. She's in shock at what her friend just did to her.

Carla is aggressive at slurping and digging for my cum. Tamara is a bit sensitive, but Carla is tickling her; she loves this. While Carla is upon her knees, eating Tamara, I pull up behind her and gently push my stick into her pussy from behind.

Carla never stops, but Tamara giggles, "You dirty dog you. This is all your plan, isn't it? Thank you. I was worried I would just watch." Tears are running down her cheeks. "If I didn't love you so much, I might hurt you."

I effortlessly slide in and out of Carla at an even and relaxed rate. I don't want her head bobbing on Tamara's pussy. I giggle because, in my mind, I see Carla with a red impression of a vagina on her forehead from me repeatedly slamming her into my sister's pussy.

Tamara is distracted by my wife, who's quite skilled at munching the carpet. All these women should be; it's all they have known their whole life.