Chapter 54

The door opened and Nana stood there, grinning like a croc. "I've come for Graciela," I announced, "and to check on Estrella."

"Very well," Nana replied formally, backing away from the door. "Graciela!"

"Nana?" Graciela stuck her head out of the door of a side room, took me in and blinked in surprise. I beckoned with a finger and she stepped through the door and came forward.

"Attention," I directed, and she settled to her knees. "Spread the legs a bit." She did so. I walked around her, pulling her raven hair back from over her right shoulder so it didn't mask the curve of her breast. Graciela's mother was a handsome woman, but she didn't have 'C' cups -- nor was she as rounded as Graciela, who met my 'big, but forgiven due to presentation' standard. She probably weighed one forty, but carried it very well, just looking womanly. There was a little bit of belly bulge, but not a roll. I probably haven't mentioned this, but I DO have a weak spot for Hispanic women -- and Graciela had my interest, not that I wanted ANYONE to know it. I abused her a little, feeling her up from behind and watching her nipples pop, then squatting to rub her ass and slip my hand between her legs from behind -- THAT got me a look of surprise... She opened her mouth and I stuck a finger in it; funny how just about anyone will start sucking the finger if you do that... From my observations, Estrella had pride and her regal bearing, but Graciela had fire; already, just from touching her, I knew that I would not limit myself with the daughter the way I had with the mother. I would test Graciela's fellatio, but that would not be the main course...

I turned to Nana, "Someone should tell the man of the house that I am here." Nana nodded and scuttled off; Javier was not to be yelled for like a mere woman.

He arrived momentarily. "Good evening, Decurion."

"I have come for your mother per our agreement," I murmured. "How is your grandmother?"

Javier cocked his head. "Okay, I guess..."

"What has she done for you?" I pressed.

"Well, nothing, if I understand your question."

"Why not?" I pretended amazement and glanced around, making certain that Graciela saw my look; when the time came, I expected Graciela to do her duty -- and it appeared that her mother was going to be the object lesson. "Are you waiting for later?"

"Perhaps she is, Sir," Javier opined.

"It isn't up to her," I replied. "It's up to you! Why don't we fix this now, so I know whether to bother with her in the future."

"Okay..." Javier eyed me.

"A moment..." I beckoned him and we strode to another room. "I am doing this for your benefit. At this point, your great-grandmother and I are conspiring to make your mother and your grandmother come to the table for you. We need your help in this, obviously -- but I'm sure you can do your part..."

"Yes..." Javier's eyes lit. "You told them that we would share them in any case, did you not? How would that work?"

"As a recommendation, we should merge households, if we get to that point," I replied, "then we can collaborate on filling any additional concubine slots with whatever strikes our combined fancy."

Javier nodded. "Are you thinking seriously of taking one of them?"

I nodded. "Yes -- although without your great-grandmother pitching for them, we would never have gotten this far. It is a sad thing that she is too old to bear more children, frankly."

"What should I do?" he asked.

"Demand service from your grandmother," I replied. "I played games with her last night; she only got to service me orally. Perhaps that was a mistake; she probably feels that either she is not yet obligated, or that her obligation is limited to oral sex -- but you should demand the full treatment, if you know what I mean -- and I will be there as both the carrot AND the stick... Your mother will be watching, which will make her more tractable for both of us."

Javier nodded. "I understand."

"Let's let Nana handle collecting your grandmother," I chuckled. Javier smiled and nodded. Nana was standing there when we exited the room, both smiling. "Nana, there seems to be an issue with Estrella meeting her responsibilities. Would you summon her for us?"

"ESTRELLITA!!!" Nana took off at an amazing pace and returned moments later, driving her daughter before her while haranguing her in rapid-fire Spanish.

Estrella looked from me to Javier and back, "Yes?"

"When did you plan to present yourself to Javier?" I asked.

"We didn't... It was only..." Estrella blustered.

"It wasn't sex?" I asked.

"Well..."

"Did you even offer that?" I pressed.

"No, I..."

"You're not serious, then," I concluded.

"But..."

"What are you going to do?" I pressed. I leaned over to Javier and whispered, "Take charge. She isn't Grandma -- she's an adult and you are an adult..."

Javier stood nodding; I watched the change come over him as her set his mind to his task. "Estrella! Attention!" He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor before him.

Estrella's eyes got as big as saucers. "Javier, I am..."

"You are a woman and a concubine -- or will be -- and a member of my household!" Javier rasped. "Why are you still standing?"

"This is..." Estrella blustered.

"This is where the rubber meets the road, Estrella," I interrupted.

My interruption gave Javier a moment to think of something to counter his grandmother's bluster. "Do you NOT wish to be a member of my household?" he asked, his voice dangerous. He played the thing perfectly, too, glancing at the door significantly.

"No, I -- I..." Estrella sank to her knees. "Yes, Javier."

"Now that it is clear to you that Javier is serious, we can move on to whether you think I am," I declared.

"You are not!" Estrella snapped.

"What would lead you to that conclusion?" I asked.

"You just..." she began.

"Treated you like the slave you are?" I finished. "Just because you were a little worked up, I was supposed to interrupt my relaxation to sex you? Who is in charge, here, exactly?"

"Mama said..."

"Mama said what?" I asked.

"She said you would do... everything..."

"Everything as in what?" I demanded.

"As in my mouth, my cosita and..." she glanced around, "my culo..."

Beside me, Graciela gasped quietly, "Culo?"

I ignored her. Having gotten the translations, I nodded. "And?"

"You didn't," Estrella muttered.

"I didn't THEN!" I corrected. "Did I say we were done?"

"Uh, no..."

"You ASSUMED we were done? Are we?" I pressed.

"I don't know!"

"Are you going to present yourself to Javier?" I demanded.

"I -- I..."

"What is it that you have against Javier that you would not want him to learn about sex from an experienced and loving woman such as yourself?" I queried.

"Why, why nothing!" Estrella gasped.

"Then why...?"

"You KNOW why!" she wailed.

"I do not!" Turning, I perceived Marisol peering around a door. "Come, come!" I beckoned. "This won't be the last of these little family differences of opinion you witness, unless I miss my guess..."

Marisol eased around the corner and slid into the room. I'm not a pedophile, by any means, but Marisol was... ripe; it showed through, even though she was clothed. She already had a set of fine conical breasts and some hips on her -- all of her mother's lush curves, made more exciting by her youth. My data said she was twelve; well it was twelve going on fifteen... I got control of my facial features and asked, "You're in the school, are you not?"

"Yes, sir." Marisol nodded carefully.

"What are your mother and grandmother doing wrong?"

"Just about everything!" Marisol replied with some asperity.

A bit surprised, I asked, "Is there anything you would like to say to them?"

Marisol put her hands on her hips and started a harangue forcibly reminiscent of Nana! "Mama! Grandma! Ever since I was a little girl, I've heard you tell Nana , "This isn't the old country! We don't do it like that here! Well, guess what? THIS ISN'T AMERICA! WE DON'T DO IT LIKE THAT HERE! Nana already knows her way around a LOT better than either one of YOU do! SHE knows what is important! Wait until next year! I will show you how a concubine does things! Grandma, your pride is hurting you, here! If you want to be proud of something, be proud of being HIS!" -- She pointed to me -- "Or Javier's!"

This was absolutely perfect, in my opinion, -- so naturally, the AI stuck its oar in... "Marisol Salazar, your medical data indicates that you are physically mature; you may petition for an exception to the thirteen year rule for limited sexual contact with your guardian's permission."

Okay, maybe this wasn't so bad after all; both Estrella and Graciela went bug-eyed! I raised a hand and stepped in, "If I may -- Marisol -- you should not attempt anything with Javier until he has his feet wet."

"Yes, Decurion," Marisol nodded obediently.

I returned my attention to Estrella. "What are you going to do? This could be the last independent decision you ever make. Are you going to honor our agreement, or would you prefer to pursue the hunt for a sponsor on your own?" Javier was doing a fine job of standing there looking impatient.

Estrella swallowed, hard, and looked from face to face before her. Only Graciela, perhaps, had any sympathy for her; Nana didn't, Marisol didn't, I didn't -- and Javier CERTAINLY didn't. Finally, in a meek voice, Estrella said, "Javier, may I teach you about sex?"

"Javier, may I teach you about sex?" As those words leaked from my lips, I awaited a lightning bolt from God -- but it didn't come. The Decurion pretended that there was a decision to be made -- and, technically, maybe there was, but to exile myself from my family? I couldn't! Therefore, there was only one option. Javier looked down upon me, his gaze birdlike, predatory. I'd never seen him like this -- it was if there was some transference of power to him from the Decurion. Part of it, perhaps, was that he obviously had the Decurion's full backing -- but part of it was his assumption of his duties as head of household. And part of it was undoubtedly lust...

"Yes you may, Estrella." Javier didn't rush to grant me permission to commit incest with him; he granted permission as if it were a privilege. He used my given name, not 'Grandma', for probably the second time in his life. I understood the reason for it and part of me was grateful. He'd said it himself: "You are a woman and a concubine -- or will be -- and a member of my household!" This was my role; my role as 'Grandma' was set aside -- possibly permanently.

"In your room, then?" I asked. It wasn't that I wanted to try to dissuade him privately -- I knew that this was not possible already -- but I assumed that he would want privacy. I made to get up.

Perhaps he didn't trust me... "No, here, I think. The Decurion will want to know that you are not playing games or withholding yourself; he has a stake in this, too."

Shocked, I settled back into position; he might as well have slapped me! After a moment, I gathered myself. "Very well. What is your wish?"

I watched him struggle with himself -- and win. After a moment's thought, he said, "I am too aroused to be a good student. Perhaps you should... give me release... before I try to learn anything."

Behind me, Mama purred, "That is an excellent idea! Young men to arrive at the pinnacle too quickly unless they are relieved of any excess pressure..."

"Very well..." I couldn't help being irritated at Mama's comment -- but I knew she was right. I WAS proud of Javier, for his restraint and ability to think under pressure. I reached for his jumpsuit fly...

"Can I watch?" Marisol burst out. "Brother, I would like to make that petition..."

Mama cackled -- damn her! -- and Javier flicked a glance at the Decurion, who rumbled, "This is also a teaching exercise. Estrella isn't the best fellatrix I've ever had, but she's certainly passable. Javier, you can approve the request, but my previous injunction stands -- Marisol, you should merely watch." After a moment, he cocked his head and added, "Of course, you may do as you like -- this is YOUR household..."

"It is sound advice," Javier replied, "and I requested it. Very well, Marisol, I approve of your request for an exception to policy. I don't know how long..."

"Approved." The AI erupted.

"Okay..." Javier raised a finger to admonish his sister, "Watch. I'm afraid... it won't be long..."

Marisol settled to my left and draped her skirt over her knees. "I understand. From my training, I'm surprised you haven't ejaculated in your pants, Brother! This is... exciting!"

For me, it was like watching an avalanche; there was no stopping it and I would have no help and had no hope -- and I would endure the consequences. I again reached for Javier's fly...

Extracting his member was a struggle. I deliberately squeezed it around the base as I did so; he gave me a look, but I said, "It will help you to get control," and he nodded. When it was out, I was proud of my grandson; if he possessed this at fourteen, he would be much sought-after in two or three years! "This is... very nice!" I breathed, using my hand to retract the foreskin from the swollen purple tip. It was a beautiful cock -- already the size of his grandfather's. Javier groaned at the touch of my hand and I knew we only had seconds, so I leaned forward and encased the sensitive tip with my lips and whirled my tongue over it.

"AAAAAHHH!!!" Javier howled and clutched my head; I fought only enough to ensure that he did not bury his cock in my throat and took the first blast, then opened my mouth and cradled his pulsing cock on my tongue as it spurted several more times. Marisol leaned in, fascinated, watching her brother flood my mouth with his essence. He stopped producing anything after perhaps the sixth spurt -- but it was copious; I had a mouth full. I moved my head a bit, forward and back, washing the underside of his cock with my extended tongue, then wrapped my lips around it again and swallowed, savoring the taste of his young, vital seed. I was sullied; I had committed the sin of incest. Now that it was done, I might as well follow through. My relationship with my grandson would never be the same; I was a woman he could go to for sex -- and we both knew it.

I played with Grandma's -- Estrella's -- thick hair while my member soaked in her mouth, extending my pleasure. There was no comparison between this and the rough service of my stroking hands; I was just amazed at the increase in intensity! As for Grandma -- Estrella, I mean -- the excitement seemed to be over, she seemed to be actually enjoying herself! The whole Grandma thing was going to be difficult to deal with -- but when one of us -- either myself, or the Decurion -- reversed the aging process in her, it would be easier to distance myself from our previous relationship. In the meantime, I would work on making the distinction. I put my hand on her shoulder and backed up, slowly, not really wanting to, but the intensity was such that I couldn't stand it anymore. The look she gave me while she licked her lips was a lot calmer and self-possessed than the one she'd given me before she started sucking. The unasked question was, 'What's next?'

The Decurion answered that for me. "Have her teach you how to pleasure a woman," he recommended. "For a one-off, you needn't bother, but if you want them to look forward to being with you, you need to be able to reciprocate -- and the better at it you are, the happier they will be." He chuckled. "You needn't do it all in one night, either -- anything that Estrella leaves out, you can learn from Graciela." Mama's eyes widened at that. "I don't think we're going to have any more trouble from Estrella, are we?" he asked.

"No." Grandma Estrella blushed and kept her head down, but she was rolling my balls between her fingers. "It's done -- I might as well enjoy it."

Nana stood there, her eyes smoky. "If I weren't an old crone, I would teach you myself!" she husked.

The Decurion eyed her, then said to me, "We can't push her all the way back to child-rearing age, but we can probably get her into her forties, somewhere. Given Estrella's looks, I'd think that either of us might be interested, occasionally..." I nodded; if Nana looked ten years younger than Grandma and she came to me, I would not turn her away. I might be able to accomplish something now, but it would doubtless be more pleasant for both of us then...

"AI, please schedule this for Nana," I croaked. "Do what you can."

"Acknowledged," the voice of the AI returned.

"So, where were we?" the Decurion muttered.

"My culo?" Mama whined.

"Aiyy!" Nana rolled her eyes. "Yes, granddaughter, your culo! Decurion, do you want that tonight?"

"Probably not," he admitted.

"Good. It will give me time to work on her thick skull!" Nana rasped.

"Come, Graciela," the Decurion murmured.

"Brother! Can I go with them?" Marisol erupted. She clasped her hands and made puppy-dog eyes at the Decurion, begging, "Please?"

The Decurion wavered visibly, but in the end said, "Before I would bring you into my presence to learn, I need to know if there is a teacher present. Not this time." He turned to me. "A moment?"

I nodded and followed him into the next room where we had spoken before. "Your sister... I'll be frank. She's as much a temptation as her mother -- and more than her grandmother. I want to know what we're doing before I get in deep there. On the other hand, I'm not sure you will be qualified any time soon, not having actually had Estrella..." He paused, "You realize that the results of her blowjob were more your arousal than her technique?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"That doesn't hurt anything," he chuckled. "I was a little overwrought at your age, myself -- and I don't know of anyone else who wasn't. Let's hold off a few days until we know who is good at what, shall we? I know she'll be momentarily disappointed, but we'll think of something..."

"Very well," I murmured, adding, "Decurion? What IS your name?"

He blinked, then chuckled. "Tillotson. Marcus Tillotson. Call me Mark."

"Thank you, Mark." I held out my hand and he shook it.

"Graciela!" Mark beckoned. "We're leaving!" Mama rose and followed him out, looking nervous.

I returned to Grandma Estrella. "I think we'll continue, now..." I nodded at the door to my room. Grandma Estrella got up and headed that way, her hips swaying.

Marisol interposed herself between me and the door, pouting. "What about me?"

"There are issues to be resolved," I told her gently. "It won't be long -- a few days, maybe. The Decurion and I need to settle on arrangements."

"Come, Child," Nana drew her away. "We will get there. When your mother comes home, for instance, we'll discuss how you prepare yourself -- and your culo -- for a man."

"I think I know," Marisol replied. "An enema, right?"

"Yes. Have you done it?" Nana asked.

"No."

"We will -- and I'll probably need your help with you fool of a mother!" I stood waiting, grateful, as Nana took Marisol into her charge and distracted her, then headed for my room.

Thursday afternoon, Maureen cornered me with her list of female sponsors. "You know, there's someone at Brinkman who hasn't selected ANYONE!"

"Really?"

"Really. One Dr. June Mortenson. No spouse, no children -- and no concubines, male OR female."

"And?" I prompted.

"I was hoping..."

I sighed. "Let's go talk to Dave Chambers first." Maureen and her boy toy toddled along after me as I made for Dave's office. The boys were working -- or at least, thinking about working, planning their jobs and trying to define their responsibilities once the group arrived at their new facility -- which undoubtedly would be wildly different from the last one...

The AI announced us. "Vera! Or should I say, Sub-Decurion Hopkins! What a pleasant surprise! And your daughter, too? Uh oh -- what have I done?" He looked over at his concubines. I looked, too -- wasn't one of them SUPPOSED to be male?

"Nothing that I'm aware of," I laughed. "We came for some advice!" Then my curiosity got the better of me. "Where is... Antonio?"

"It's Antonia, now," the concubine on the left, replied, preening, "Or just Toni, with an 'i.' You like?" 'She' stood and turned full-circle, clearly proud of 'her' assets.

I elbowed Maureen, who was frowning. "Well, it's not up to me, but as long as you're happy and Dave's happy..."

"I'm THRILLED!" Toni trilled. "I have boobies! Soon, I'll have a working pussy!"

"Oh?" I blinked.

"Well, no babies -- but everything else..." Toni looked philosophical about it.

"Really?" Maureen was scandalized.

"Pay attention!" I hissed. "This might be a solution for some of our boys -- not many, but some..." Turning to Toni, I asked, "Where are your, um, man parts?"

Toni pouted. "My deek? There never was much... But I can show you..."

I shot a look at Dave, who waved at Toni. "Go ahead -- it's an education. I was certainly surprised!"

Toni flopped over on 'her' back and spread her legs. Her externals already looked like a pussy to me... "There are tubes for the cojones under here..." she stroked what appeared to be her outer labia. "They are there, in a man. Sometimes, the cojones crawl back up in them, even. If I get really hot -- temperature hot, not sexy hot -- this area swells a little so they get some air and get cooler. Also, these..." she fingered a pair of apparently droopy inner labia, "help with the heat -- but not wearing panties is a part of it. As for my deek..." She fingered what looked like a large clitoris, "It is still here... Davey, Honey, can Peg suck my deek a little for the lady?"

Dave snorted good-naturedly and waved. "Sure..." Peg crawled right over and sucked in Toni's 'clit' -- and in a minute or so, it was stiff and maybe four inches long. "Oh, Baby, you do that so good!" Toni crooned. "I do you later, Baby-- promise!"

I think Maureen was horrified, but I wasn't. "So, you can still make a woman pregnant?"

"Yes, Baby..." Toni hissed through her teeth. "My deek, it isn't much, but it is enough for that and enough for Davey..."

"Uh huh... So, you're almost a hermaphrodite?" I asked.

"Yes. If you have to be able to squirt cum and get pregnant, then only almost..." Toni admitted. "It didn't seem fair -- Peg, she can only do the pregnant thing -- so we gave her a deek, didn't we, Baby?" Toni caressed Peg's cheek.

"You did?" Maureen gasped.

"Well, like mine -- except it doesn't squirt, only feels good. She has no cojones, just like I have no womb," Toni explained. Peg was hiding her face, embarrassed.

"Wow! Can I see it?" Maureen seemed to be a lot more fascinated with THIS development...

"Sure, Baby!" Toni nudged Peg over on her back and sucked in her clitoris. "I think this was a lot easier to do..." Peg moaned in obvious pleasure as her 'clit' erected. Toni released it with a pop and said, "Peg can go pee-pee at a urinal like a man, if she wants..." Giggling, she resumed sucking; I watched her slide a finger into Peg's pussy, too. Peg seemed to be almost delirious!

"So, Dave, what do you think of this?" I asked.

"Well, neither of them is finished quite yet," Dave replied, "although Peg is probably almost, anyway. Toni will take a few days to get her vagina working. Ask me then. For now, though, everybody seems happy -- even Peg."

"Did you, um, insist?" I asked.

"No. Toni wanted it. Peg wasn't sure, but I didn't force her and she can go back to normal any time she wants..."

"I DON'T!" Peg croaked. "Oh, God, Toni! There! THERE!!!" She convulsed.

Toni withdrew 'her' fingers from Peg's vagina and stopped sucking long enough to say, "The 'G' spot... She has two now -- one on the outside..." grinning.

"That's... educational..." Maureen murmured. She was pink in the face.

"We came to ask about Dr. Mortensen," I said, changing the subject. Hermaphrodites were all very fine, but we probably wouldn't see many...

Dave cocked his head. "What about her?"

"She seemed to be the opposite of those two," Maureen ventured. "Sexless."

"Um, yes. I'd never thought of it quite that way..." Dave mused.

"She had no children, no significant other -- and no concubines. We were wondering if you thought we were going to get anywhere trying to get her to take on a man..." I ventured.

Dave rubbed his jaw. "You know, you usually breathe a sigh of relief when a female colleague doesn't seem to have man problems. That may change, now, but it wasn't something I thought odd at the time. June just doesn't seem to have a sexual bone in her body. She's always projected this motherly image -- but it's like 'Mom? Sleep with Mom? Eww! Nobody does THAT!' Kind of an 'I don't do that anymore' thing -- except I don't think she ever did."

"What do you think are the chances?" I asked. "Do you think she's gay?"

"I think she's a void," Dave declared.

"I do, too." Peg was up and moving. "I just don't think she knows how -- either way."

"Can she learn?" I asked.

"Maybe -- but she won't want to. You need to have your ducks in a row. You won't sell the idea with sex," Peg declared positively.

"Good to know. Thanks!" I led Maureen and Tony out of there. "What did you think of that?" I asked, once in the hallway.

"Part of me said, 'EWWWW!' -- but part of me was envious," Maureen replied.

"Well, it might be an option for someone -- but there won't be great demand. Still, we should bring the whole thing up so the Decurion and Gonzalo are aware of it," I opined. "In the meantime, we need to prepare a proper presentation for Dr. Mortensen." We probed the AI and got some more interesting news... June Mortensen's scores represented her genius, primarily; the only reason she wasn't an eight point something was the fact that she had low self-esteem and had buried her sexuality deep in order to keep from being hurt. Apparently, she'd had a very rough time in school, largely because she'd been several years ahead of her contemporaries. Add the fact that she'd been a little pudgy as a child and you had a recipe for disaster on the socialization front. June had sublimated all this into her drive to be at the top of her field -- and she had succeeded -- but she had no social skills. The AI reported her virginity as intact. In other words, she was going to be tough...

"Yes?" Dr. Mortensen opened her door. "Oh, my! Did I do something wrong?"

Wondering what made Maureen, Tony and I so imposing as to get that reaction twice in one day, I said, "No... I guess if I had to describe what we're here for, it would be something you HAVEN'T done. May we come in?"

"Oh, yes, certainly..." Dr. Mortensen was clearly flustered. She was also thirty-eight trying to look fifty-five, with her gray-streaked bun and her reading glasses. Instead of a sponsor's coverall, she was wearing a dumpy housedress. Seating everyone (except Tony, who knelt beside Maureen's chair, but not at Attention; his hand was on the chair arm, and Maureen's was atop his), she settled into a chair and asked, "So what brings you here?"

Maureen and I shared a glance and Maureen took a run at it, "We were wondering why you haven't selected any concubines. You're owed two, you know, at least..."

"Oh, my! Concubines! I have no time for concubines! Why, I wouldn't know what to do with one! I'm very busy! My work wouldn't allow me any time for concubines! Do you realize that compared to an average Confederacy citizen, I'm a trained monkey who hands tools to an auto mechanic, instead of a leading mind in physics! I have so much to learn, to understand -- and they aren't making it easy! No, I have no time for..."

"A concubine would be able to help you with some of the annoyances of everyday living," I pointed out. "A concubine could run errands for you and such. Besides, there is that other requirement..."

"What other requirement?" Dr. Mortensen queried.

"The requirement that you reproduce -- have children," I replied.

"WHAT? Omigod! I can't have CHILDREN! Where on Earth would I find time for CHILDREN? Impossible! Just impossible!" If we thought she was agitated before, it became apparent that the earlier outburst had been a minor blow... "Oh, God! I'm getting a headache!"