Chapter One

John was annoyed. Someone was banging on doors and disturbing his reading. It was after ten at night and this was a generally quiet building with prosperous middle class families. Not the sort of place where your neighbours disturbed you this late. He put down his book and got up to have a look at what was going on. Before he got to the door someone rapped abruptly. He opened it prepared to give whoever it was a piece of his mind, only to have to change gear rapidly when he saw a policewoman standing there.

"Sorry to disturb you sir, but there has been a chemical spillage and we need to evacuate this building. Can you please close all outside windows, extinguish all open flames and then gather at the main entrance downstairs."

He looked down at her from his six-foot height. Most people were short compared to him, but she was a little short for a police officer. Well, with so many people being extracted perhaps they were reducing the height requirement for recruits. She did look young, but a lot of people look young when you are in your late forties. "OK officer. How much time do we have? My wife is taking a shower right now."

"She has time to get dried and dressed, but not to put on her makeup. Pack a small overnight bag each because you won't be coming back tonight. Please remember to pack any medication you will need in the morning."

John asked the obvious question, "When will we be allowed..."

"Impossible to determine at this time sir. We will let you know when you can return once our people have had a better chance to examine the problem. Is there anyone home apart from you and your wife?"

"No, just us two."

"Are you expecting anyone else to arrive this evening?"

"No, we aren't expecting anyone officer."

She made a quick note. "Right sir. That's close windows, extinguish flames, a small overnight bag each and downstairs quickly."

"OK. I'll get onto it. Thank you officer."

He walked quickly to the bathroom and stuck his head round the door.

"Was that someone at the door, John?" Liz asked.

"A police officer. We have to evacuate because of a chemical spillage. Get dressed quickly and pack a small overnight bag. We need to get downstairs."

"Oh my!"

John was in the bedroom throwing things into a small bag. He had a second bag ready for Liz, but hadn't dared start packing it. Liz just had a towel round her head. She was proud of her breasts, large and shapely, though losing their long battle with gravity. Her waist and hips had never quite got back to their youthful shape after the birth of their son Myles twenty-two years ago. Somehow John was still as spare as he had been when they first met. She envied him. Still, his hair was starting to thin and go grey, while she had retained her natural blonde colour. At least she beat him there.

A few minutes later they were both downstairs in the hall with a crowd of their neighbours. There was a distinct smell of chlorine in the air. Two people in full chemical protection suits were taping heavy plastic sheeting over the main entrance. He could see the officer he had talked to earlier setting something up on the floor while a second police officer waited for all the evacuees to gather.

When there were eleven groups assembled, the second officer spoke, "Can you all listen up please. Do any of you know if there is anyone in flat five, name of Savary?"

John spoke up, "Mr. Savary and his family are all away this week on some family event sponsored by his work. They left last Friday." He knew Colin and his family weren't due back until next Sunday afternoon.

"Thank you sir, that accounts for everyone. Now we need to get you all out of here. Since we have had to seal the door because of the spillage we will be using a transporter. There is some temporary accommodation for you all at a nearby sports hall. The transporter will take you straight there without you having to risk going outside."

John could see that Jim was building up to one of his diatribes. Jim was basically a nice guy, and a good neighbour, but he had this blind spot about the Confederacy. He was a local organiser for Earth First and anything to do with the Confederacy could set him off. John and Liz had quickly learned to avoid the topic around Jim. If anything he had become worse since Earth First had won the election.

"Damned Confederacy," Jim began, "why can't they do what they ought to. Why, if..."

"I'm sorry sir," the policeman interrupted. "We don't have time for political speeches right now." He glared at Jim, and for a wonder Jim shut up. Not something John saw very often. Jim was almost unstoppable once he got started on one of his rants.

John was slightly puzzled at seeing a transporter being used. He thought that they were strictly for Confederacy use. Evidently young Dave Roper thought the same; John caught the tail end of a quiet conversation Dave was having with the policewoman. She was explaining that it was a short range model which just reached far enough to get them to their destination.

The policeman continued instructing the group, "If you can line up in family groups facing towards the transporter terminus please. Step forward one at a time and keep walking once you are through. There will be other people behind you so you need to get out of their way. Don't rush but don't dawdle either. There will be plenty of time to see the sights at the other end. You will be arriving in a sports hall so it won't be anything you haven't seen before."

And so it turned out, just a sports hall with mats down to protect the floor and a table set up at one end. John felt mildly let down. He had envisaged his first transporter journey as part of being picked up for service with the Confederacy and arriving on a colony ship in orbit, not a sports hall. Liz caught his eye when she came through, "Not how we imagined it." After all their years together she could practically read his mind.

The two police officers came through last and moved towards the table. At the same time a couple of women in grey uniforms entered from the left and stood by the table. After a bit of paper shuffling the policeman spoke again. "Thank you for your patience and co-operation. We have arranged some temporary accommodation here for you. We will be calling you forward by flat number. Once you are in your temporary homes we suggest that you settle down for the night. We will have more information for you in the morning. Can we have the families from flats one and two please."

John and Liz settled down for a wait. Being in number eleven put them almost at the end of the queue. They could see Jim letting off steam to his wife Marina. No doubt she was getting the speech he had intended delivering earlier. John could see that the two women in grey were acting as guides, leading families out through the door they had both emerged from.

When they were finally called to the table, they got the policewoman John had talked to earlier. She confirmed that there were only the two of them and that they didn't need any additional medicines tonight or in the morning. "That's fine then. Nothing more is going to happen until morning so we suggest you get a good night's rest after all this excitement. There will be a briefing in the morning by which time we will know more about the situation. Sonia here can guide you to your accommodation." She gestured to one of the women in grey who had just emerged from the side door.

"Hello, I'm Sonia. You both should be from flat eleven?" Liz nodded in reply. "Good. Follow me please." John followed in a daze. Seen close up Sonia was absolutely stunning. Like something from a magazine cover, but not airbrushed. Actually present in the flesh. If he was a few years younger and not married...

He was broken out of his reverie by a poke in the ribs. "Remember who you're married to," whispered Liz with a smile. His wife didn't miss much, which was one of the reasons he'd married her. And one of the reasons women like Sonia were fantasies. As they walked down the passage, the other woman in grey passed them coming back the other way. She was just as attractive as Sonia, and smiled at them as she passed. One good-looking woman, OK -- that happens. But two? And they weren't sisters, the other one was black. John filed it away to think about later.

They stopped at the end of the passage outside a door with a piece of paper numbered 11 stuck by it. "Here we are, number eleven," said Sonia. As the door slid open she led them in, quickly pointing out the kitchen and bedroom. "The main bathroom is off the bedroom. It has some miniature soaps and shampoos like in a hotel. There is tea and coffee in the kitchen. I'm afraid we haven't had time to organise any food yet. We'll have something ready by breakfast, which will be back in the main hall. If you haven't eaten this evening we can get you some sandwiches?"

"No, that's fine, we'd already eaten," Liz replied, "Thanks for your help Sonia."

As soon as Sonia had left Liz burst out laughing. "You're a naughty boy John. She's way out of your class and you're married to me."

"Yes dear, and I wouldn't want to be married to anyone else. But a man can dream now and then, can't he? Anyway, your boobs are bigger than hers," he smiled.

"And they're down around my waist. Hers looked like they would jump up rather than fall down when she took her bra off. Miss Helium Tits. I suppose I'm just lucky she wasn't around when we were courting."

"Not really," John reassured her, "Looking like she does, she'd have been mobbed by the rich kids with Ferraris. A poor guy like me wouldn't have got a look in. I'd still have picked you dear."

Liz gave him a mock frown. "Hrumph, I need to finish my shower. Do you want to see if there's anything about us on the TV news?"

When she emerged Liz was ecstatic about the facilities. "The shower is huge, big enough for four at least. There's this automatic air-dryer thing to dry you off afterwards. You hardly need a towel at all. This is more like a five star hotel than emergency accommodation. Have you found us on the news?"

"No, dear, there aren't any local channels, just the national and international ones. We obviously weren't big enough to make the national news. Like you say, it's a bit like a hotel. One thing that is different though, the adult channels are free rather than charging extra on your bill."

"Trust you to notice that! I'll bet you were looking for Sonia," Liz smiled.

"No dear, I wasn't looking for her at all. She wasn't there anyway." He grinned as he ducked away from her playful slap. "I'll go and take a shower since you say it's so good."

"It's very good," she told her husband. "I think I'll turn in if we aren't on the news. It's getting late."

Liz was right about the shower. It was one of the biggest John had ever used and he had never seen anything like the air-drying system before. He made a mental note to find out who made it. He couldn't see a manufacturer's name on it, nor on the shower. That was another puzzle.

Liz was half asleep when he came to bed so he got in quietly, trying not to disturb her. She turned towards him automatically and spooned into him from behind. He fell asleep with the familiar feel of her breasts pressing into his back.

It was still dark when John awoke suddenly to Liz shaking his shoulder. "John, we've been extracted."

"Wha..."

"We've been extracted. I worked it out. Too many things don't add up. Think about it."

"What time is it?"

"Half three John, but we've been extracted."

"You're not going to let me get back to sleep until you explain, are you?" He knew her well enough to know that when she was like this there was no stopping her.

"No. This is important. We've definitely been extracted. We went through a transporter. The Confederacy always keep transporters for themselves. They never let local police have them. We arrived in a sports hall with twelve luxury apartments attached to it. How many sports halls come with apartments attached? Luxury apartments. Exactly twelve apartments to match the twelve flats in our building. These apartments aren't ordinary emergency accommodation; they're too large and too luxurious. We've been extracted but they want to keep it quiet for the moment. They're probably going to tell us in the morning and sort us into sponsors, concubines and Swarm McNuggets."

"You may be right," John grumbled. "With Earth First running the government the Confederacy seems to have switched to extracting people in bulk and sorting them out in orbit. Jim is always banging on about the Confederacy kidnapping people and then putting them back." A thought from earlier struck him, "There are no makers' names on that shower and dryer. I was thinking about getting some in stock for our luxury bathroom range. If we're on board a Confederacy ship then that would explain why there aren't any names. Also why there is no local news on the TV, we could be somewhere over China or wherever."

"Yes," said Liz, "a lot of small things are fitting together. Sonia, and the black woman guide. They both look like they've been through a full Confederacy medical and been enhanced. No wonder the two of them look so good. I just feel sorry for Kenny and Keren, they've missed their chance to get extracted with us."

"Damn, I'd forgotten about Keren."

"John, can I have a word?"

"Sure Colin, come in." John called out to his wife, "Liz, it's Colin." He led the way into the living room. Soon the three of them were sat down with their drinks.

"This is to do with the subject that mustn't be talked about in Jim's presence and it might get a bit embarrassing," Colin said looking at Liz.

"I'm a big girl, and I'm not Jim. Carry on boys."

Colin took out his CAP card and passed it to John. "I have a problem."

John read the card, CAP 6.7, and passed it to Liz.

Colin continued, "Can I be very rude and ask to see yours please John?"

"I can see why you didn't want Jim around," John said. After a quick glance at Liz he passed his card to Colin, showing his CAP score of 6.5. "What's your problem?"

"Keren had her fourteenth birthday last week."

Liz broke in, "So now you can't take her as a dependant." As so often Liz had seen to the heart of the problem straight away.

"It's going to be difficult," Colin explained, "She doesn't have a CAP score yet. It will be awkward getting her tested, what with the Earth First government closing all the Confederacy testing stations. Even if she does get tested we're sure she'll come in under 6.5 so she's going to need a sponsor."

"Let me guess," said Liz, "Marie and Kenny are both below the cut-off as well?"

"I'm afraid so. I can take two, but that leaves the third member of my family out in the cold. Since seventeen-year-old boys have such a small chance of being picked I decided I really have to take Kenny. Marie is my wife and I don't want to lose her. That leaves me with the problem of who is to sponsor Keren." Colin looked hopefully at John.

"I can take a hint," said John, "but I can't give any guarantees. I can't follow her around school and she can't follow me around work. That's even if she can get CAP tested. Also I don't want to buy a pig in a poke."

"I think I can get her to France for testing," Colin said, "With the new Confederacy tactic of scooping up everyone and sorting them out in orbit she may be able to get tested on board ship instead. I think that being tested will be the lesser problem. The big one will be getting picked up together. I'm trying to put together a pre-pack but the Confederacy is being very wary. Pre-packs are an obvious ploy for terrorists to pick off Confederacy people. If you agree it would be a double pre-pack, but it isn't going to be easy."

Liz brought them back to the subject they had avoided, "Which leaves John's question about a pig in a poke."

Colin had the grace to look embarrassed. "I don't think she's a virgin but she hasn't had too many boyfriends that we're aware of. She did get a few classes on concubines and sponsors before the new government closed down that part of the curriculum. She was under fourteen then, so the lessons were mostly talk and videos. What about you Liz? John is your husband. Are you prepared to let him do that with my daughter?"

"If we're extracted then he isn't only going to be fucking me anyway," she said firmly. "If Keren agrees this won't just be for her benefit. Things have gotten a little stale in bed anyway." She smiled. "I don't have a problem with it if John doesn't."

John merely stated the obvious, "And I don't have a problem fucking a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl, provided she's willing."

The three of them quickly agreed that, assuming Keren was amenable, she would come round to John and Liz's two or three evenings a week. Ostensibly it would be for help with her school science project. Even if John decided that she didn't suit him, he and Liz would keep the arrangement open to allow Keren to get used to being a concubine and give her a better chance if she was ever in a Confederacy pickup.

God! Even my dad hates me. He would rather take dorkman Kenny than me! I mean, doing dad would be icky, but it gets me off this rock and away from the Swarm. Would dad rather fuck my brother than me? I don't think so!! (mad) So instead of farming out Kenny the dork he tries to hand me off to John from upstairs who's like 100 years old -- even older than daddy. And he's married! That's gonna be fun, 'Hello Mrs. Romirov, I'm here to boff your husband.' I'm just gonna be so popular. NOT! What do I do if he dies from a heart attack while he's doing me? 'Oh hey Mrs. Romirov, I just fucked your husband to death.' I hate daddy!!!

OMG! What if John sees me naked and decides I'm too gross to fuck. I'd just die! Dad's taking me there tomorrow so I don't have any time to lose weight, and I have to drop like two stone or more. My life is over, the Swarm can come and eat me now.

Why did it have to be John and not his son, the dreamy Myles? He could have gotten into my panties easily if he was still around. I think he got extracted a couple of years ago so that dream will have to stay a dream. I bet he has a really big dick now, all those Space Marines do. Deb said so, and she's always right.

"Nervous Keren?" Liz asked.

"Yeah. It's weird just coming here to... you know."

"Don't be. I'm OK with it, really," Liz reassured the schoolgirl. "You know you can walk out any time you want to."

"But if I walk out I'll have failed and John won't take me. That's the point of this isn't it?"

"Partly. Yes, you're on a test drive. Even if you don't get on with John we can still help you get used to being a concubine for someone else."

John came back in, having shown Colin to the door. He smiled at Keren as he sat down next to her, put his hand on her knee and slid it up her thigh under her skirt.

Keren snapped her legs together, trapping his hand between her chubby thighs. "Mr. Romirov! You shouldn't do that!"

"Call me John, Keren. And why shouldn't I do that? You know why you're here don't you?"

"Yes, but I thought... With Mrs. Romirov here ... Well..."

"Do you want to explain things Liz, or shall I?"

"I will dear." She turned to Keren, "We decided that John would play the sponsor, I would play the number one concubine and you would be the junior concubine. That means as well as us both doing everything John says, you have to do what I say as well."

Keren nodded. That was pretty much what she had expected. Suddenly she realised what John was getting at. She relaxed her thighs and reached for his hand. She pulled it right up against her panties as she spread her legs. "Like this you mean?"

"Very good Keren, you catch on fast," John praised her.

Liz smiled as well and continued her explanation, "Basically you'll cover childcare, cooking and copulation."

"Childcare and cooking?" The copulation was obvious; John was slowly, gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

"Yes, childcare and cooking," Liz confirmed. "Concubines have babies, and babies need looking after. We can't do much childcare here, but you should do as much babysitting as you can and get any childcare lessons you can in school. You can ask questions of me and of your mother. Cooking is to keep your sponsor happy. The way to a man's heart really is through his stomach, as well as through his prick."

"What about food replicators?" Keren wondered.

"Do you want every meal identical with too few peas and too much salt every single time? Give your sponsor a break from identikit food and show him that you care about more than just his cock. It works, believe you me." John smiled and nodded confirmation, his hand still moving over Keren's panties, which were getting damp. One of his fingers was slowly stroking up and down her groove.

"So, into the kitchen with you and you can start by peeling some potatoes," Liz ordered.

I hate potatoes! I really hate potatoes!! I hate potatoes even worse than I hate Kenny my dork brother!!! I didn't even get fucked after John rubbed me through my panties. All I had to do was take off my top, waggle my titties and suck John's dick. He has a nice one, not too big so it isn't going to bang into my cervix like Alan's did. But Alan is deformed anyway, his is really long and thin. My jaw ached though, John took a long time to cum. He only did it once. Deb says that older men can only do it once a day but they can last longer than young guys. Like Brian took about thirty seconds and left me hanging every time he fucked me. Hmmm, now if Brian could have lasted as long as John.

Liz was really nice and she doesn't hate me at all. Well, except for peeling potatoes (ugh). She even gave me some pointers on sucking a dick. She can deep throat!! It looks awesome when you see it from up close. She says she'll teach me. I'm gonna be really popular with the boys and it will be great if I'm ever in a pickup. Maybe I can talk dad into helping with my homework (grin). No dorkman, you are NOT going to help. You're going to be left behind and I'm going to go with daddy 'cos I'll be able to deep throat him. Just you see!!

"You need to think like a sword swallower Keren," Liz advised her pupil. "Keep your throat as straight as you can so you can slide his cock right down. You don't want a bend at the neck. Kneel a bit further back from John so you can stretch your neck forward some more."

"Mpfurgle."

"Don't try to talk with your mouth full dear. Swallow when he goes deep and back off quickly if it gets too much. Throwing up all over him can really put a man off you. Keep looking up at him. He wants to see your face with his cock in your mouth, not the top of your head."

John smiled at Keren sucking him. She was overweight by about two stone and her tits had started to droop already. The Confederacy could fix all that, along with her dull straight brown hair, so it wasn't important. She was generally obedient, though she was never going to be the world's best cook. She certainly enjoyed sex. Reading between the lines, there was a lot going on there that Colin and Marie didn't seem to be aware of. The only slight question mark was her childcare. Colin said that she was keen on doing more babysitting and he got good reports back. Once she got her CAP test it would be useful to see her sub-score for motherhood potential.

"Glurk!"

John looked down and saw that Liz had her hand between Keren's legs, softly massaging her clit, and her tongue in the girl's ear.

OMG! I'm a lezzie! Liz rubbed me off and then had me down between her legs licking her while John fucked me from behind. She shaves! John told me to keep my Brazilian so he can tell us apart in the dark! He's fun, even if he is 100 years old. (He's 48 really and Liz is 45, I asked.) Deb was right about John, he can last a lot longer than boys. They all squirt off too quickly. Maybe I should look at some of the men teachers. NOT! All the sexy ones got themselves extracted and only the boring ones are left now. If I'm a lezzie then perhaps I could go for the woman teachers? Ms. Reinhart is nice. I like her titties. Sometimes you can see her nipples standing up through her top on a cold day. I can't tell Deb 'cos she might get the wrong idea. We did try kissing each other a few times, but that was years ago and didn't really count 'cos we were just practising. I wonder what she'd say if I did tell her? Hmmm... No, I'd better not. Too much might go wrong. I know I have a reputation but I don't want that other sort of reputation spread around TYVM.

Yes, my reputation. So, I'm "big boned." Big boned my arse, (and my arse is fat as well!) I'm not a babe. I'm not a nerd. I'm fat, fat, fat. Slut girl, that's me. A discreet slut, but still a slut. If my parents knew how many boys I'd boffed they'd disown me. Maybe if I could do mummy as well as daddy? No, she would freak worse than him if I really offered to do them.

I did well today, I was almost able to deep throat John before Liz started on my pussy. I'm really learning that, and I'm sure it'll be useful. Better than cooking. I don't know why Liz insists on it. Boooring! Licking her pussy is much funner than peeling vegetables. And she tastes better!! I've been doing more babysitting like they asked. I can see the point of that, and I get paid for it. (Money!! Yay!!) If I have to pull the jiblets (is that how you spell it?) out of another 'real organic chicken' I'm absolutely going to throw up. I'd rather let the hideous brother help with my deep throat homework than do that to a chicken again. Hear me Liz, NO MORE CHICKENS!!!

"Keren," John said, "We're going to start pushing into new areas where you might not be as comfortable. So far everything you have done has been vanilla." Keren glanced at Liz sitting next to her. "Yes, vanilla. That includes what you've done with Liz." John paused, "Because we are going to be pushing you harder we'll let you say 'No' to things. You can say 'No, not today' or 'No, not ever'. Just make it clear which one you mean. If we brought in a donkey you can say 'No, not ever', but if we brought in a dog you could say 'No, not today, but maybe a Chihuahua...'. Do you see what I'm getting at?"

Keren looked shocked, "A donkey? You wouldn't, would you?"

"No, not a donkey," Liz assured her, "John was only using that as an example. We just want to test you a bit more than we have so far."

"Well, if I can say 'No' then I suppose it's OK. But no donkeys."

"Definitely no donkeys," John agreed. "No dogs either." He turned to his wife, "Liz can you take Keren into the bathroom."

I almost died when John talked about doing a donkey! I saw one in a zoo once and its dick was huge. Really enormous. I was eleven then and it scared me. It turned out that all we did was anal (enemas are NOT fun!) and double penetration with Liz using a strap-on in my puss. Doug tried to bumfuck me once when I was on my period and he didn't fancy my pussy. But he got too excited and never got it in properly before he squirted off and went soft. John was nice about it -- he knew much more about what he was doing than Doug. He lubed me up with his fingers and put his dick in slowly. It's strange, I had to push out to let him in easier. Bizarrooney. I've used a dildo before (well duh!) but never a strap-on. Liz said I could do her with it later. That should be fun.

Afterwards I got John all the way down my throat! (I'd washed his cock for him first!) My nose was in his pubes and I couldn't go any further! Yayyy! I can deep throat. I couldn't hold it there for long but Liz says once you have the trick it's easy to last a bit longer. Deb is going to be sooo jealous when I tell her! I want to show daddy as well, he'd really love it. Take that dorkman!! The problem is to get daddy to see me as his slut concubine and not as his innocent daughter. He has no idea what a slut I really am. Liz and John seem to have sussed me out pretty quickly though -- I'll do anything (except donkeys (yuck)).

John told me to ask daddy to go over there tomorrow on the day when I'm not there. I wonder what that's about? Maybe we're all going to France? We could take Deb as well. Her birthday was only a few weeks before mine so she hasn't had her CAP test yet either.

Keren was bouncing on John's lap, dick in pussy, when there was a knock at the door. He glanced at the naked Liz who nodded and went to welcome their visitor, still naked.

"Should we ..." Keren asked over her shoulder.

"No dear, we're expecting someone. Keep going, you're doing very well." He turned slightly to make sure Keren was facing towards the door.

There was some muffled conversation in the hall and shortly Liz reappeared leading a naked man by his erection. For an instant Keren didn't recognise him.

OH. MY. GOD. I fucked Kenny! I was bouncing up and down on John's dick with my boobs everywhere and Liz walks in pulling Kenny by his dick and stops him exactly in front of me! I died right on the spot. There I was. Naked. Legs spread. Titties flying. John's dick stuffed in my puss. And Kenny standing right there. He saw EVERYTHING! My life is over. Where's the world's furthest nunnery? Deb is Catholic, she might know one in New Zealand or someplace.

At least he was naked as well, so I got to see him in return. It felt like hours we stared at each other but it can't have been long really. How long does it take for my face to go bright red? Embarrassing or what!!! Liz dragged him away and soon had him eating her out and then fucking her. Judging by the way his dick twitched inside me John enjoyed watching. I wonder what those two got up to when they were younger? Anyway, back to my story. The dork finishes doing Liz (he came too quickly so I don't think she got off that time) and John gets me to dismount and I have to suck dorkman's dick to get it back hard. Yuck! Double yuck!! But I did it. I deep throated my brother. I know you're meant to gaze up lovingly into his eyes as you suck him, but I just couldn't. I really couldn't!! I had to look down all the time. It was bad enough knowing it was Kenny's dick without seeing his face as well. Once he was hard Liz got him to lie down while she sat on his face. That was better -- he wasn't able to see me any more. I must have been a horrible shade of red by then. I could feel my face like it was burning up. I was sooo embarrassed. I mean, sucking my own brother! Urrgh!! I could see his tongue working at Liz's clit while his own spooge dribbled down. I almost felt sorry for him.

Then it got worse. John told me to sit on dorkman's cock and fuck it. I was that close to saying 'No'. I would almost have preferred a donkey! Almost. I nearly screamed at John. Boffing the dork!!! Aaarggghhh!!! But if I'm going to be a concubine, and there's no way I'll get a good enough CAP not to, I have to do that stuff. So I did it. I fucked my own brother!!

Kenny's was shorter than John's but thicker, which was different. After Liz came on his face she grabbed her strap-on, moved round behind me and did my arse. Kenny reached up for my tits and started playing with my nipples (he was pretty good actually, he must have been practising with Natalie his gf). I wanted to stop him at first but Liz wouldn't let me. Finally John stood beside me and fed his dick into my mouth. A three-way! Airtight!! Deb is so going to love that. She won't believe what a slut I am. Well, she probably will 'cos she knows me too well. Not sure if I'll tell her it was Kenny though, or Liz. I might just make it a couple of anonymous guys and John. I did it with my dork brother! God, I'm even more of a slut that I thought I was. He didn't get to do my bum though. Uh Oh. Maybe John and Liz are saving that for later. Ouch!

This must be what daddy and John were talking about the other day when I wasn't there. Daddy is SO off my blowjob list. And so are you dorkman!! I had to do you round John's but at home I'm wearing a burka from now on. Just you see (or not see!)

"Colin," John asked, "how are Keren and Kenny reacting to the other day?"

"Pretty well actually. They seem to be a bit more careful around each other and are trying not to get on each other's nerves so much. Marie has noticed as well, so it's not just me." Colin paused, thinking, "You know how reluctant I was to order Kenny to do that, but we did need something to test them both. They had to be pushed far enough to be sure that they could both cope with difficult orders. I'm relieved it worked out so well. Once is enough though."

"It's great that it went so well," John said. He hadn't been quite sure how either of them would react. He knew that fucking her brother was a big step for Keren. "I agree that once is enough. We wanted to test them, not break them." John turned to a more pleasant subject, "Liz and I have been discussing things and we've decided that I'll take Keren as a concubine if I get the opportunity. She wants to please and she does what she's told, even as far as with Kenny. The only slight caveat I have is her getting a reasonable motherhood potential CAP score, but I don't think that will be a problem."

"Phew," Colin sighed. "That's a big load off my mind. Thanks a million John. The motherhood thing shouldn't be a problem. She takes after Marie in that department and Marie is an excellent mother. Her big weakness is cooking, where she takes after me."

Liz and John both laughed. "When I want to punish her I make her peel some vegetables," Liz smiled. "Now, about Kenny ..."

After Colin had left, Liz asked, "Do you think we should tell him John?"

John thought for a bit. "No. If we're extracted separately then it doesn't matter. If we're picked up together we can tell him then and no harm done. There's no point in getting his hopes up in advance. It all depends on that double pre-pack he's trying to set up. If that doesn't come off then all our plans are useless anyway. Best to leave it as it is for now."

It's weird. I'm getting on better with the psycho brother from hell than I used to. OK, I stopped teasing him by letting my towel 'accidentally' slip coming out of the shower. What's the point? He's seen it all anyway, and felt it, and fucked it. He's not sneaking round trying to peek into my room either (not that I leave my door open a tiny crack like I used to.) We just seem to have settled down with all the sex bit gone. We've been there, done that and got the T-shirts.

John has agreed to take me as his concubine. Whoopee!! He put in this quibble about my mothering sub-score (when are we going to France to get me tested daddy?) but that won't be a problem. Now I just have to figure a way to get him into school. Maybe he could get a job as a teacher? Yes! That way I'd be boffing a teacher. Hmmm... Mind you he would be much more interesting than the boring teachers we have now so the other girls (and some of the boys -- I'll be keeping an eye on you Tony!) will be after him as well. I might need to think about that one a bit more.

I'm still seeing John and Liz but not as often. They have Kenny up there a couple of nights a week now (no, I'm not invited). I suppose he needs concubine training as well, and there's no way mum is going to let him do her!! I don't think dad does it that way either. Mind you, people can be surprising -- I'd never have guessed what Liz and John were like from the outside.