Chapter 12

The wingman is absolutely indispensable. I look after the wingman. The wingman looks after me. It's another set of eyes protecting you. That the defensive part. Offensively, it gives you a lot more firepower. We work together. We fight together. The wingman knows what his responsibilities are, and knows what mine are. Wars are not won by individuals. They're won by teams.

Hawk, along with the other 19 Swifts in Alpha Squadron, drifted along through the ionosphere of Trenat. Every aircraft trailed long, gossamer nets through the ion rich layer, recharging the Swift's energy cells. The full charge indicator lit up and Hawk instructed the AI to reel in the recharging net. One by one, the Swifts in Alpha Squadron called in indicating full charges. They were ready to resume their training mission.

"Foxy One," Aaron spoke into the comm. "Do you have the latest flare drop coordinates from the AI?"

"Affirmative," Camilla, AKA "Foxy One" replied. "I have a solid link to the AI and I'm getting continuous enemy troop movement locations. D flight will be ready to light up the zone."

"Roger that," Hawk replied. "Good luck and be safe."

Foxy One and the other four Swifts in her flight peeled off from the formation and began a slow reentry. They would be dropping flares over the combat zone to light up the enemy for the combat runs of the other Swifts.

"Roo and Fuji. You guys ready to go?" Hawk asked.

"Affirmative," Roo said in his Australian accent. The Australian and his gunners had been picked up from the Sydney SAAP tournament without "nicknames". It didn't take long for one of the other students to start calling them Roo, Dingo and Koala and the nicknames stuck. "Terrain following is on and functioning, just waiting for the AI to give us the final approach vectors."

"We are ready also," Fuji replied.

"Roger. Assume your initial approach and make adjustments as the AI feeds the updated info," Hawk told them.

"AI, please give us final estimated contact location and approach vectors at a distance of 10 kilometers," Aaron requested.

"Roger," the AI replied. "Final approach vectors will be available at 10 kilometers and I will coordinate the flare drops."

"Let's go get 'em," Aaron said and turned his Swift toward the target.

The Swifts were undertaking their last mission in flight school, a difficult nighttime attack run on a moving target. Robot vehicles were towing targets through a broad valley in the desert. With the help of the AI, a coordinated attack was being implemented. Foxy One's flight would drop aerial flares to light the targets, and then Hawk's, Fuji's and Roo's flights would make attack runs from three different directions, one after another. The changing direction of attack was designed to confuse the targets.

Hawk and the rest of A flight settled in at 50 meters on their preliminary approach vector. Hawk watched the navigation screen as the position of the enemy convoy moved east within the valley.

"10 kilometers coming up," the AI informed him.

"Roger. Please dim the cockpit lighting."

Hawk activated the night vision sensors in his helmet and dropped down to 15 meters. The other Swifts in his flight did the same.

"Alpha Squadron, commence your attack runs!" Hawk said into the comm as they passed the 10-kilometer mark.

Aaron loved this kind of flying. Using the night vision and the terrain following instructions projected by the AI onto his HUD, Aaron flew his Swift close to the hills and valleys, turning and diving to stay as low as possible. Reggie had another opinion.

"Fuck! I hate this night time flying shit," Viper said into the comm. "You're gonna make me sick."

Hawk laughed, "That's bullshit and you know it. The nannites won't let you get airsick."

"Yeah, well I still don't like it," Viper complained.

"Quit your bitching Viper," Kitten replied, "At least the cockpit restraints aren't trying to rub your nipples off every time we change direction."

"Lieutenant Santini, you were informed about the problems that large mammary glands would cause during flight," the AI said, "If you would like, I can schedule a medical visit so that your mammary glands can be reduced in ...."

"Can it, metal brain," Kitten replied. "I was joking. If I ever get these things changed they're getting bigger, not smaller."

"Ten seconds," Hawk said. "Get ready."

As Hawk passed the last obstacle he turned off his night vision. A second later, five flares burst into light slightly to the right of their heading.

"They're moving faster than expected. I estimate them to be 3 kilometers further east than expected," Hawk told his other flights.

"Roger that," came responses from Fuji and Roo.

"Fire when ready," Hawk told Viper and Kitten.

Just then, laser beams shot toward them from hidden gun emplacements near the edge of the valley. One of the beams struck the shield.

"Taking fire. Beginning evasive maneuvers," Hawk said. "AI, mark those gun locations and get Foxy One onto them."

"Shield at 60 percent," the AI intoned.

Despite the violent maneuvers, Viper, Sophia and the other gunners in A flight opened up on the convoy vehicles. Flash after flash of blue shot out toward the fake vehicles, eradicating them or setting them on fire. As soon as the firing started, the robots began to spread out, pulling the fake vehicles away from each other to make targeting more difficult.

Scant seconds later, A flight shot past the convoy and headed for their exit location.

"Shield to the rear," Hawk told the AI to keep the gun emplacements from getting in a lucky shot.

Before they even left the valley, Fuji led C flight into the battle. They came in at right angles to Hawk's path. They had destroyed almost 15 vehicles before the laser guns opened up on them. That was short lived as Foxy One and her Swifts concentrated fire on the lasers from 500 meters above. Roo met with no resistance when B flight zoomed in to finish the run.

"Nice work everyone," Hawk said. "Let's head for home."

"I can't believe that flight school is almost over," Kitten said. "It seems like yesterday we were taking our first solo."

"Three months goes by quick," Hawk replied.

"What do you think field survival training is going to be like?" she asked.

"Harder than we think it will be."

"Explain to me why we are attending a kid's birthday party when we should be relaxing and getting ready for survival training," Reggie asked, an irritated frown on his face. Reggie, Sophia, Marty, Ann, Ken and Aaron were on their way to Tiffany's house to celebrate Heather's 14th birthday.

"I'll give you several reasons," Sophia, snapped at him, irritated in turn by his attitude. "One, Heather turns fourteen tomorrow and that makes her an adult, not a kid. If she doesn't score high enough on the CAP test she will be available for sponsorship. Word has it there are several volunteers looking to fill available concubine slots. Some of them are marines stationed off-planet and Heather's mom doesn't want her to be taken somewhere else. Two, Heather is a sweet girl and would probably fit in well in our family and we have 5 available slots to fill between me, Marty and Ken. Our agreement was that we would all participate in selecting new family members. And three, Tiffany is our friend and if we are invited to her house for a party we go to the party."

"But I had some other things to do..."

"Running off to bang Camilla is not important enough to skip an invitation from a friend," Aaron interrupted. "Besides, it's only going to take a couple of hours. You can go see Camilla later."

Ken reached over and ruffled Reggie's hair. "Ah, the impetuosity of youth," Ken said, chuckling. Reggie pouted.

The group arrived at Tiffany's house and walked up to the front door. Tiffany's concubines had been busy landscaping. They had replicated some fake palm trees and bushes and had set them out in beds around the walkway.

"We need to do something with our yard." Ann observed.

"Yes dear," Marty said.

"I didn't direct that comment at you," Ann replied.

"Maybe not, but I'll end up doing it anyway."

"Make Darren and Kyle help you," Sophia said.

"Hey guys, come on in," Tiffany said from the now open doorway.

Tiffany ushered them into the house. Balloons and ribbons were hung all over the house and the smell of birthday cake was coming from the kitchen.

"The boys are out back fighting over the grill and drinking beer," Tiffany told Aaron, Marty, Ken and Reggie. "Grab a brewski on your way!" she called out toward their rapidly retreating backs.

Tiffany turned back to the girls. "Come on in, we're getting lunch ready in the kitchen."

Tiffany led them into a huge kitchen with a center island and long bar separating the kitchen from a large dining room. Lisa, Tiffany's "mom" concubine was directing several of the other girls while also putting frosting on a large birthday cake. Tiffany got Sophia a glass of wine and for Ann, now almost 4 months pregnant, a soda. Faith, Heather's mother, set down the dish she was preparing and came over to them.

"Thanks so much for coming today; it means a lot to me that you are willing to consider taking Heather into your family. I'm hoping that she'll score high enough to be a sponsor, but I just don't think she'll make it."

"It's our pleasure." Ann replied. "Heather is a nice girl."

"Ummm, Faith," Sophia said, hesitating to ask her question. "What experience with sex does Heather have? We all know she is a sweet girl, but our family dynamic is such that we share sexual partners and all of us girls are bisexual. Do you think that will be a problem for her?"

"She's still a virgin, but she does have some experience. She hadn't had sex with her boyfriend before we were picked up, but I think she has experimented some. I know she has been very sexually excited with all the sex that occurs around here and I let her replicate a vibrator to use," Faith replied.

Zoe, one of Tim's concubines chirped in from across the counter, "She's bi too. We've fooled around a little bit."

"I didn't know that but it doesn't surprise me," Faith said, "I've always been bi myself."

"As long as we feel that she'll be compatible with us, I don't think we'll have any qualms about sponsoring her," Ann said.

The relief on Faith's face was evident.

The boys soon appeared carrying a large platter of burgers. It was obvious that Tiffany's men had been at the beer for a while. They were all laughing and cutting up.

Corey held up the platter and grunted in a caveman voice. "We men. We kill fake meat for women. We make fire. We cook fake meat. It stink like mammoth dung."

"Grow up!" Lisa said to Corey as she took the platter from him.

"He's right, it does smell funny," Lisa's husband Ben said.

"Damn, what I wouldn't give for a real steak," Corey replied. "The replicator can't make meat worth a damn."

"The beer's not much better," Greg added. "Someone must have given the replicators some shitty $1.99-a-case crap as a template."

"Bitching about it won't change it," Sophia observed.

"Maybe not, but it makes me feel better to get it off my chest," Greg replied.

"Here," Lisa said to the men, handing them bowls of potato salad and other dishes. "Take this stuff into the dining room."

The birthday party was very nice. Heather was dressed up in a blue dress that showed off quite a bit of her quickly developing cleavage. She was a beautiful girl who had inherited much of her mother's looks and charm. She sat between Ann and Ken who talked with her quite a bit about what she wanted to do with her life and about their family. They discovered that Heather knew quite a bit about their family already.

After the cake had been served, most of Tiffany's family took 6 year old John, Heather's brother, down to the newly built playground in town. Tiffany, Faith and Heather stayed behind with Sophia and the others.

"Heather, we all like you very much," Sophia said. "And we would be very happy to have you in our family. But first we need to know that you will fit in well with us. We don't want to bring someone into our family that will cause problems for us."

"Likewise," Marty continued. "It would not be fair to you to bring you into the family if you are uncomfortable with us."

"Exactly," Sophia said. "That being said, do you understand how our family works?"

"Ummm. You all have sex with each other, right?" Heather responded.

"Yes, except for the guys. They aren't bisexual. We have sex with each other and sometimes with more than one of the family members," Sophia said. "We respect each other's wishes and feelings and we love each other very much."

"We have such strong feelings for everyone that Marty and I elected to stay in the family after he was retested and his CAP score went up to a 6.8. Ken joined our family too and brought his wonderful women to our family and we love them also," Ann said.

"I would like that," Heather replied, "but I'm not very experienced. I've fooled around with my old boyfriend and stuff but I'm still a virgin," said Heather.

"Would you have any problem sleeping with women?" Sophia asked.

"Well...," Heather began, casting a guilty look at her mother.

"It's all right," Faith told her, "I know about Zoe."

"Then no, I don't have a problem with that," Heather said, "And I am looking forward to losing my virginity too."

"Not until tomorrow," Tiffany said. "It's not allowed until then."

"But we do need to audition you," Ann replied in a husky voice. "People with good oral skills almost always make good lovers. If you're ready, sweetie, you can start with me."

Ann was wearing a knee length skirt and pale yellow blouse. She pulled her skirt up revealing her dark haired pussy. As she spread her legs everyone could see that her pussy was smooth and hairless from the top of her pussy down. Ann unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her bountiful breasts. She began to roll and pinch her nipples as Heather walked toward her.

Heather began to kneel between Ann's legs, but she motioned for the girl to come to her. Ann pulled her into the chair with her and kissed her. After a moment's hesitation, Heather's lips parted and her tongue began to explore the inside of Ann's mouth. Soon, Ann felt Heather's hands caressing her tits. Ann dropped her hands and began to knead the flesh of Heather's tight teenage ass. Heather began to moan.

Heather no longer needed Ann's prompting. After kissing her for several minutes and fondling the women's large breasts, Heather mover her head lower and sucked her nipples. Ann could feel Heather's tongue mashing her nipples against the roof of her mouth. The sensation was amazing, somewhere between a caress and pinch, but warm too. After a few moments of this, Ann was ready to more.

"It's time, Heather. I need you," Ann whispered to the teen.

Heather slipped down to the floor between Ann's legs and drew her tongue slowly up the crack of her pussy, from bottom to top. The feeling of the girl's tongue sent sparks of electricity shooting throughout Ann's body. Heather then began to thrust her tongue as far up into Ann's pussy as she could, fucking her wet hole with her tongue. When Ann had had all she could stand, she grabbed Heather's hair and pulled her up to her clit. Heather attacked it with her tongue and lips, sucking and stroking the sensitive bud for all she was worth.

"Oh yeah, that's it!" Ann yelled as her orgasm hit. Ann held Heather's face to her pussy until her clit became too sensitive for her to continue. She pulled Heather away from her sex and leaned over for a kiss. Ann kissed her deeply, tasting her own pussy in the sweet mouth of the teen.

"That was awesome," Ann sighed. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Heather said with a smile.

"I'm next, I guess," said Reggie who was sitting next to Ann. He already had his cock out and was stroking it. In fact, the only person in the room not masturbating or rubbing their tits was Faith, who was more worried about her daughter being picked by the group than being interested in the sex.

Heather gave Reggie a kiss then started to give him a blow-job. By all accounts, Heather seemed to know her way around a cock. She couldn't deep throat, yet, but she knew a lot of tricks and changed what she was doing a lot. After five minutes, Reggie stopped her.

"That was great," he said, obviously in a bit better mood now. "Why don't you move over to Aaron. If you try and take us all to the "big finish" you won't be able to talk for a week."

Heather gave him another kiss and skipped past Tiffany to get to Aaron who was sitting on the Sofa next to Faith. Aaron wasted no time. He pulled her dress up over her head and then had her straddle his face. In no time, Heather was moaning as Aaron licked her sweet, young pussy.

Reggie was watching Aaron lick Heather and didn't hear what Tiffany had asked him the first time.

"What?" Reggie asked, snapping out of his fog.

"Can I help you with that?" Tiffany asked, indicating his hard cock.

"Sure," Reggie replied.

Tiffany quickly stripped out of her blouse and shorts. She had straight blonde hair, but her pussy hair was a medium brown color. She kept her pussy smooth except for an inch wide strip of pubic hair. Her tiny breasts were hardly more than large, puffy areola but her nipples were rock hard and sticking up almost a half inch. Even though her body was short and muscled up for flying, she still had a long and sensuous neck. As Tiffany straddled Reggie, he began to kiss and nuzzle her neck and ears.

"That's it baby," she purred. "Make love to me."

Reggie continued to kiss her neck as she lowered herself onto his cock.

Faith, in the meantime, had now become extremely horny. Even though it was her daughter whose pussy was being licked next to her, the moans, slurps and smells emanating from Heather and Aaron were driving her crazy. Add to that the sight of Tiffany riding Reggie across the room and Faith was about to bust with excitement.

Aaron sucked hard on Heather's clit and sent her over the edge. Heather squealed as she came and released a gush of juice that washed over Aaron's chin and dribbled down onto his chest. Aaron licked up all of the wetness that he could reach. Then he pulled Heather down and kissed her hard. Her mouth eagerly explored his mouth.

"I love the taste of my pussy in your mouth!" Heather said, her voice charged with sexual energy.

"You have the sweetest tasting pussy I've ever licked," Aaron said.

Giggling, Heather said, "Thanks. Do you want a blow job?"

"Not now. It's Ken's turn."

"OK!" she replied, jumping up and heading to the other end of the sofa to Ken's waiting arms. As she passed her mother she gave her a quick smile. That smile, the smile of a woman having the time of her life, really set Faith off. Before Heather could even give Ken a kiss, Faith had lowered her head into Aaron's lap and deep throated him.

Aaron was caught a bit by surprise, but that didn't stop him from enjoying the experience. Aaron slid one hand under her to fondle her tits while he slipped the other hand around to her pussy. Faith was absolutely soaking.

Marty, in the meantime, had been sitting and watching the festivities, waiting for his own turn. He was slowly stroking his ten-inch erection and looking around the room. Reggie was fucking Tiffany, his own daughter, and for some reason that didn't bother him at all. Heather was kissing Ken and Faith was sucking Aaron's prick. As his eye's wandered around the room, he saw Aaron waving to him and pointing at Faith's rear. Marty understood the signal and walked over to the sofa.

Faith was completely absorbed in sucking Aaron's cock and feeling the sensations of what his hands were doing to her. Suddenly, hands gripped her around the waist and pulled her into a kneeling position. She glanced back to see Marty standing behind her, his curved ten inch cock poised to pierce her pussy. She raised her ass up higher in invitation. Marty obliged her, sliding his fat prick deep inside her. Faith could feel the veins on his cock rubbing the sides of her pussy while the head of his cock pressed hard on her G-spot with every stroke.

"That's what I need!" Faith yelled, "Fuck me hard!"

Heather heard her mother yell out and stopped kissing Ken to look over. She was amazed to see her mother being double-teamed by Aaron and Marty. She was inspired by her mother's enthusiasm for cock sucking, so she kissed a trail down Ken's chest to his crotch. What she found was a very thick cock. She stroked it for minute, trying to figure out if she could get the thing in her mouth.

"That might be a little too much for you to handle today," Sophia whispered in her ear. "Why don't you just lick him and stroke him for a while. I'll finish him off for you."

Heather nodded and began to lick Ken's shaved cock and balls. She paid particular attention to the head and foreskin. She even sucked Ken's balls gently into her mouth and held them while she massaged them with her tongue.

Sophia amused herself by sucking on Heather's burgeoning tits and fingering her ass. Heather jumped when Sophia first stuck her moistened forefinger into her butt, but she soon got used to it and was gently thrusting back in time with Sophia's probing.

As Heather was licking Ken's balls, her mother had a loud orgasm. Marty's strong thrusts had finally sent her over the edge. After she stopped screaming, Aaron grabbed her head and started to fuck her mouth. Moments later he exploded into her. He came so copiously that Faith couldn't swallow it all. Marty pulled out of her and she flopped down on the sofa between Aaron and Ken. Heather could see Aaron's cum running down her mother's chin.

Possessed by a sudden need to swallow her own load of cum, Heather got out of Ken's lap and knelt on the ground at Marty's feet. She grabbed his pussy-slickened cock and slipped it between her lips. The taste of her mother's juices on him caused Heather to have a mini-orgasm. She began to suck Marty as fast and as best as she could. Having fucked Faith, Marty didn't last long and he soon emptied his balls into her waiting throat. Heather didn't miss a drop. After she cleaned him up, Marty returned to his seat.

Heather sat back on the floor and looked around. Tiffany and Reggie were still fucking, but he now had her bent over a chair and was taking her from behind. Aaron and her mother were cuddling and kissing on the sofa. Sophia was sitting in Ken's lap and was riding him for all he was worth. Heather watch for a moment, amazed that Sophia's pussy could stretch wide enough to accommodate Ken's girth. Marty was sitting in his chair, eyes closed and a little smile on his face. Heather's gaze finally landed on Ann, who was sitting in her chair jilling herself.

Heather got up and walked over to Ann.

"Will you help me cum?" Heather asked her.

Ann responded by talking her hand and guiding her over to a soft rug. Ann lay down and positioned Heather on top of her in a 69. The two women spent the better part of the next half-hour licking and kissing and exploring each other. After several orgasms apiece, they snuggled up and held each other tight.

Marty was the first person to rouse himself. He began to put his clothes back on and that was the signal to everyone else to do the same. After they were all dressed, Tiffany brought soft drinks in for everyone.

"Tiffany, would you, Faith and Heather excuse us for a minute? We need to discuss this between us," Aaron asked.

"Of course," she replied. The three women left the room.

"Well? Do I even have to ask the question?" Aaron asked.

"Lord have mercy. She can do that at fourteen, and without fucking anyone. Damn! I say yes," Sophia replied.

I don't think anyone here is going to say no," Ann said.

"Then the only question is who is going to sponsor her. Marty, Ken and I all have spots available, Sophia said.

"I'll take her," Ken said. "You all have the opportunity to travel and that might open up some great options for the family, but Ann and I will always be here. We'll take her so that you'll have options if opportunities arise off-planet."

"We're agreed then." Aaron said. Everyone nodded.

Sophia went and retrieved Tiffany, Heather and Faith.

"Heather, we have unanimously voted to accept you into our family, provided you don't get a CAP score high enough for Confederacy service," Aaron told her.

Heather squealed and jumped up and down and then gave each of them a big hug and a kiss.

"I'll come with you tomorrow to the testing center," Marty said. "We are all rooting for you to get a good score, but if you don't I'll be there to claim you as my wife."

"Don't you mean concubine?" Heather asked him.

"You can call it what you want, but I think of all the women in our family as my wives and I treat them accordingly."

"Thank you," Faith said to them. "You've taken a huge load off of my mind. I can now be sure that Heather will be well taken care of if she's not able to volunteer for service."

Heather tried her best but when her CAP card popped out of the machine it had 6.0 printed on it. She was a bit disappointed, but on the other hand she was going to join an awesome family. And boy did they know how to have a good time! She couldn't wait to get home and get laid; her vibrator was getting so boring.

Heather walked out of the testing room and Marty got up out of a chair to meet her.

"Well?" he asked.

"6.0"

"Sorry Honey," he said.

"This concubine is of age and available for sponsorship," the AI said. "Do you wish to sponsor her?"

"Yes." Marty replied.

"Noted. Concubine Heather is now your property," the AI said.

Heather gave him a big hug. As they were leaving, a huge Marine walked in the door.

"Hey Centurion," the man said. "Is this your daughter? And if so, is she available for sponsorship?"

"No, she is my concubine. I have sponsored her," Marty replied.

"Aw fuck, I'm too late. Shit!" This was my last chance to get some pussy before my ship leaves," the Marine said.

"You don't have any concubines?"

"I used to, but them bitches kept trying to tell me what to do. They were too mouthy. Problem was that everyone in my unit found out about them and nobody would trade me. I finally had to recycle them, I just couldn't stand them anymore," the Marine said, disgust on his face.

"That's too bad," Marty said, doing his best to keep a straight face. He wanted to kill the man for his callousness. Heather hugged Marty tight and tried to hide behind him.

"Hey, you want to give this little one up? I could find you a nice grown-up piece on my next trip to Earth."

"Nah. Thanks though, but I kind of like this one," Marty said.

"OK, I guess I'll head down to the base and see if anyone down there has a bitch they can't stand. Maybe I can pick up a bunk-warmer before I ship out."

The Marine turned and left the building.

Marty turned and hugged the shaking girl.

"It's OK, honey, you're coming home with me," he said to her.

She nodded.

"And we don't need to tell your mom about this, OK?"

She nodded again. They left the testing center and Marty took her to Tiffany's to get her things and then escorted Heather to her new home.

Manuel Esteves sat in the back row of the ready-room with the rest of students. The final briefing before they were dropped off for their survival mission was underway, but he was not paying attention. Manuel was staring a hole into the back of Sophia Santini's head as his fingers slowly played with a small, button-shaped device in his pocket. As Manuel stared, he was slowly going over the plan in his mind.