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Chappie 8
Cecilia smiled in the morning light. It was the second time she'd woken up in this bed in less than 24 hours, and it was much better than the previous. She'd spent the whole night with her sister, laying in bed talking, laughing like the old days when they were barely old enough to talk about boys and sharing a bedroom.
Riz was there, never leaving their side. Dinner came and went; Tyzer came and brought them plates so they wouldn't have to leave, saying he'd be back to check on them once Wally was back in from practice. She'd woken up sometime in the night to the sound that told her Tyz wasn't going to be able to keep that promise.
Now she was laying cuddled up to her man enjoying the lazy Saturday morning. She knew it was saturday otherwise someone would be bugging the shit out of her to get out of bed. Conversations had gone long into the evening. Once she had come out of her shell again, Ceci got to show Riz the more playful side, the good natured girl who just wanted to be accepted. Riz was cautious with her, not pushing her too fast or too far in conversations, and got buried for it in return in a plethora of knowledge on whatever they discussed. Ceci smiled remembering how Riz at one point joked about getting them both roses and Sylvia had gone into basically a documentary on flower language and the color significance of each breed of rose.
"Mmm....heh..."
Cecilia heard her man chuckle, it was the kind of chuckle she knew well. Someone was having a very good dream. She slipped back gently leaning away to watch his smirk. His arm was behind his own head so getting off his bicep was easy without waking him was easy. She was going to tease him when she realized his reason for that reaction.
They never slept with covers on. Hell, they never slept with clothes on, it just got in the way of their routine. Riz had this cute little habit, he normally slept 'tucked' as it were, like he spent most of the day. However when he got a little excited in his sleep he always....popped out. There in the soft morning light, the drapes barely letting any streams fo color through, was the cock of the man she loved, standing tall and proud. Glistening with dew it throbbed and bobbed softly. She had little time to admire it though, as she watched the reason it bounced gently in the air; a delicate white furred hand pumping it in slow measured strokes.
Ceci's breath caught in her throat, following the arm up into the darker part of the bed to the face staring down at it with gleeful fascination. Sylvia was jacking off her boyfriend. Her boyfriend. Her sister. Well not technically sister. Okay sister in the sister sense but not in the--
"Uhhh..." Riz groaned, and the two girls looked up in unison at his face as he gave the barest of arches up off the bed....and then they looked into each other's eyes.
For several seconds neither moved. Sylvia's eye like a deer in the headlights as she searched her sister's face for any emotion. Rage. Fear. Jealousy? Anything over and over again as her pupils danced back and forth over every feature.
"Don't stop." Riz chuckled, half asleep as he curled up the arm around the weight beside him he could feel. Ceci watched Sylvia freeze in a panic as his fingers massaged the younger girl's far shoulder hugging her back to him. She looked in her big sister's eyes. Cecilia did the only thing she could, she bit her bottom lip...smiled...and nodded. "Uh...yes...." Riz groaned again as the soft pumping on his shaft continued. Glistening precum running down his shaft across her hand as the younger girl never took her eyes off her sister.
Cecilia was going to hell. She knew it. This was too far, but after what happened the other day though this was probably tame. Watching someone else though, playing with...her cock. She grinned, and watched her sister blush a little and smile the barest of bashful smiles. Looking up to make sure Riz was still mostly out of it she lifted a knee. Dragging her toes up her calf to mid thigh she saw her sister look at her bare leg tenting upward in a questioning glance before going back to her face. Licking two of her fingers, she watched the girl freeze up again. Both of their mouths fell open; one in lust, the other shock, as Ceci pushed two fingers into her own folds.
Sylvia only paused for a second, and Riz groaned and hunched the air as her next pump seemed to have extra force in it. Cecilia watched her work that dick, the sweaty heft of her well endowed sister's bust starting to jiggle with the ruff treatment of her man's meat. Getting a naughty Idea she stopped playing with her self, and after licking her fingers clean nodded down at his lap.
Sylvia looked confused so she did it again, still nothing. Finally Ceclia rolled her eyes and cupped her hand into a "C" shape beside her face, poking the side of her cheek with her tongue from the inside a few times till she saw her little sister had gotten the gist. She shook her head adamantly to the negative, but she kept pumping. Ceci though... she knew how to push buttons, it was what she was good at. Dipping her fingers back into her soaked little nether lips she stirred herself, letting her sister get comfortable again. This time when she pulled her fingers out she watched her sister follow them with her gaze, and smirking she held them out. The girl didn't hesitate to open her mouth and devour the taste, closing her eyes in a tight squint. This time when Ceci nodded at his lap, she only blushed a bit before getting up on her knees beside the now softly murmuring man.
The mouse girl held her breath as she watched the glistening dome of cock part those sweet little lips, and as that long blonde mop of hair began to bob she added a third finger to her own needs. It didn't take long for Riz to start reacting to her technique, both hands in front of her face so that his girth didn't gouge her in the brain as he humped up trying for the back of her throat. Ceci could feel her end approaching, and she was just beginning to consider how she was going to pay Sylvia back when a strong hand landed on the back of Sylvias head, causing them both to freeze.
"God, C I need you."
Cecilia froze, which was the worst possible thing to do because that was also what Sylvia did. The only one to move was Rizak, who cupped the side of Sylvia's face, and in the dark with his eyes closed pulled Sylvia up his body for a kiss. The girl squeaked in surprise but didn't do much else as he rolled over onto her. Cecilia's brain restarted as she realized what was about to happen. Sylvia had reflexively taken a defensive posture, drawing her knees up and putting both hands on his chest. Riz had no reason not to take that as consent and as Cecilia called out as he lined himself up and hilted in one satisfied groan.
"Riz, Riz Stop!" Cecilia couldn't bring herself to more than harshly whisper, though she couldn't figure out why. Perhaps it was the secrecy of the moment still ingrained in her mind.
"I can't." Riz groaned throwing his head back, not fully registering where the voice was coming from. Sylvia's mouth was as wide as her eyes, an silent cry of surprise and awe as Riz let out a satisfied groan. "Fuck you're so tight baby, stop clenching and just take it all. Uh...." he went back in, and Sylvia kissed him back on instinct as her face flushed and her eyes slowly started to go distant. "I'm sorry baby, uh..today's gonna be a lot...Fuck, that's a mess." The girl on the bottom starting to shiver as a bubbling wet noise softly began tickling their ears.
Cecilia's brain shut off, one hand reached out to stop him had frozen in mid air as she watched. She watched her little sister's legs, feet resting on her boyfriend's ass; twitching and kicking softly with its curling, trembling toes. She watched Riz's ass, that beautiful toned flesh that she'd bitten on more than one occasion in jest, how it flexed and shivered as he ground down into what he thought was her. She watched a massive, pulsing, sweaty and glistening set of brood makers. They shifted and moved, rocking as they worked in quiet diligence. One day her first born was going to come from there, the back of her brain told her, but right now they were dumping a half a gallon of their best and brightest into her baby sister. The part she couldn't hold were running out across the sheets, and the stain was getting bigger by the second.
"Ffffuck....damn baby that--" Riz froze mid sentence, and Cecilia looked over terrified as she saw comprehension dawn on him. Arms out straight on either side of Sylvia's head, he was looking straight at his girlfriend on her knees on the other side of the bed. He started to shift but the body beneath him mewled.
"Please." Sylvia gurgled, her head laying to the side as the paralytic effect began to wash over her, "don't stop, please." She was staring at Cecilia, who looked down at her and smiled weakly.
"What is going...." Riz looked down at the girl he was balls deep in then back at the girl crawling over towards him. "Ceci?"
"I'll explain later." She closed her eyes, softly kissing her man on the lips, feeling the chemical heat beginning to spread through her, "right now though," She smiled down, her stomach tingling as she laced her fingers with her sister's limp hand squeezing, "you have a job to do."
Vanessa looked around at the kids at breakfast realizing that yesterday and the day before had changed far more than even she could have predicted. The tangible nerves and emotions charging the atmosphere was palpable.
Cecilia and Rizak were hovering around each other, though the somber way they were looking around at the others was mournful. That seemed natural though, that they would both feel some guilt for things that transpired.
Phula looked...pissed and conflicted. She was looking at Cecilia and Rizak like she was going to spit, but every time she looked over at Tyzer and Walter she couldn't seem to meet their gaze. Tyzer himself looked a fright, like the boy hadn't gotten a wink of sleep after what had transpired yesterday. Walter was...Walter. Dopey, smiling, free spirited Wally. She couldn't remember though the last time she'd seen him so relaxed. Sylia was looking great. Good color in her cheeks, a perpetual smile on her face. Phula though almost seemed uncomfortable with the way Silly was leaning on her.
Chai and Thoo were sitting comfortably to the side, though they both looked a little worse for wear. Chai feeding the big man since his good arm was in a sling. Neither of them had come to bed last night. Not that she could have done anything if they had. Donnie had come in really late. He did look rather smug about something this morning.
Catrina still sat around looking like a little lost puppy. Something was going to have to be done to bring that girl out of her shell. The kids didn't seem to be helping on that front, but they weren't isolating her either. This was made even more obvious by the fact that Sylvia of all people walked over to her, pulling her out of her chair by a hand and dragging her out of the room talking about some random topic.
Turning her chair, she caught sight of Walter getting up out of his chair and walking over to the now wounded looking Phula. "Donnie." The bun woman pushed her wheels at an easy pace, "I'm going to head down to the lab for a bit, could you get the kids into the back yard and talk to them a bit about survival training?"
"I'll do what I can love," he grinned, and once again she had to wonder what was making him so self-assured lately. Maybe Chai had finally given him some actual pussy. "You be safe."
Catrina smiled to herself as she strode down the hallway. She'd spent most of the morning hanging out with Sylvia. Of all the people in the group she could say they were the most alike, regardless of their past stations. Shy but quick witted, the girl was an amazing conversationalist if you could keep up with her on the subject matter. From authors to botany and back, they'd shared opinions and theories, complaints and desires. Her first real connection in the group was forged, at least she felt so. Vanessa had told her before breakfast that a list of candidates would be arriving tomorrow night. The prospect of picking a life-partner from a folder was...unnerving. No, that didn't do it justice. It was leaving a bad taste in her mouth. Everyone else here had grown up with their significant other, spent time learning their quirks and their flaws, sharing meals and laughs for half a decade before taking this big of a step. Now she was expected to become close to someone that...wasn't even barely humanoid.
She rounded the corner in the hall, heading towards the stares when she heard something. Sniffling. She froze as she listened, hearing the hiccups and mewls of a pained heart. Easing back up the step she tiptoed to the sound. Just past the music room, the next door was cracked slightly. Sliding along the wall she listened, making sure she was hearing the sounds of tears falling freely. Peeking around the corner she watched Phula wipe her eyes, sitting on the bed leaning into the shoulder of Walter. The big man had his arm thrown around her, just holding her from the side and letting her cry on his shoulder as she sobbed. Whatever had happened, she didn't know, but she watched them huddle together in quiet sadness.
"That's rude you know." Catrina nearly jumped out of her skin spinning around to face a solemn Tyzer leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He smiled, amused at having startled her before leaning past her and sticking his head in the door. "Hey guys, I'm gonna go downstairs for a bit. You stay here and relax." With that he closed the door till it latched, gesturing for Catrina to follow him. The walk wasn't long to the picnic table outside, and he threw his leg over the bench and gestured for her to join him.
"Is she going to be alright?" Catrina glanced back the way they came, "what happened."
"Nothing super important, but she's..." Tyzer rubbed his ear and picked a bit of lint off it throwing it in the grass, "Fu is the only one here with worse self image issues than me. She wants a family." Tyzer hung his head for a bit, "she wants to be the mom she never can be."
"I think she'd make a great mom," Catrina smiled softly, "She's strong but she's not mean, and she's sweet--"
"She can mother her children." Tyzer cut her off, shaking his head, "but she can never MOTHER a child, do you understand?" He held up his hand, forming amorphous shapes to gesture as he spoke. "She can make eggs but...she has no way to keep them." He looked up at Catrina, "can you imagine that feeling? Knowing that the only way you will ever bring a baby into this world, is to give it away?" He scoffed, "I'm on the opposite end of the same boat. I can hold one...but it will never be my own make. I know what I want in life...and Wally is so sweet." He looked up, his eyes focusing, "trust me honey, if I could ovulate, I'd be holding twins through this conversation." He smiled as that got a light-hearted laugh. "Not the time though, anyway she's okay. She's just doubting herself because Sylvia and Riz had sex this morning."
"What?" Catrina rocked back at the statement, "Really? Why would she-- I mean I know we're all going to be...together eventually but..." She blushed looking at the table in thought.
"Well," Tyzer smiled, "as his identical twin I can tell you he's really fucking handsome.." he wiggled his eyebrows getting her to giggle. "From what I got told it was an accident that she initiated. Phula's also still completely under this notion that Cecilia hates same-sex stuff and her sex paticularly." he rolled his eyes.
"But..." Catrina looked puzzled, "I mean...I've been to their bedroom. The magazines in the bathroom all have--"
"She's convinced those are Riz." Tyzer chuckled. "I was going to check in and then go find Ceci to try and clear all this bullshit up. All joking aside, those girls are as clueless as they are beautiful." He suddenly frowned, "You're not allowed to tell them I said that." He nodded as Catrina turned an imaginary key pressed to her lips. "So yeah, I just checked in to let them know I was headed out, and I gave Wally permission before I left to make his move as soon as it was actually appropriate."
"His move?" Catrina cocked and eyebrow, then flared, "you mean...he's going to?"
"You are going to be with us all." Tyzer reached across the table, and Catrina was proud of herself for not flinching as he took her hand in his. He rubbed his thumb across her knuckles as he spoke. "One thing you are going to learn, that I learned, is Walter's gift. As someone who has struggled with their identity...their...gender.... I can tell you that one of the most amazing things you can ever have is someone just hold you. Walter is a god at the comfort snuggle. He just wraps you up in his freakish....immense....dorky arms and just accepts all that you are, regardless of whatever the fuck that is." He saw the girl smile softly and he nodded seeing she got it. "She also... is hungering that special touch; to feel like a woman. I've also learned that this is another of his gifts. That hug...that goofy satisfied hug, is ten times more effective right after he has fucked. The. Living. Shit. Out of you."
Catrina felt the blood drain from her face at how lewd and honest these people just stayed, all the time. She put a hand to her chest to try and stop the acid reflux as she looked up at the window of the bedroom on the second floor. "You know that is your sister you're talking about." She turned, a smirk on her face. These people were so free. Not like the people that raised her, berated and ridiculed her her whole life.
"I know," Tyzer grinned, "and that is why I sent her to the most amazing cock I've ever seen." The comment floated in the air for the count of three before the two broke into laughter at the ridiculous statement.
"I like you." Catrina squeezed the hand she was still holding.
"Oh good, I was hoping I could get you to babysit my kids in a few years."
Riz grunted as he let the spear in his hand loose. All this training, all this work had to be enough. When they left the safety of the dome's perimeter they were on their own. People had figured out along time ago that society had gone back to the effective iron age once the genetic balance was thrown off. Still there were rifles and whatnot, but those were humans fighting humans. Having to dump five or six magazines into one soldier made combat not fiscally feasible. So the age of the sword and shield, the spear and the bow, had come back. There were still times when tanks and planes and all the other modern amenities of death worked...but nobody honestly wanted to be in a big ass metal tube with wings in a sky full of dragons. Walking over he pulled his spear from the target, cursing for how off the center he was.
"Not bad," Donnie chuckled as he came up and sat on the top of the picnic table. Riz looked over his shoulder smiling as he pulled a second spear out of the ground, offering it to the older man who shook his head holding up his hands in pass. Turning back around he took a skipping step and let another pole fly, soaring through the air until the the head disappeared into the board nailed to the tree. "We are going to head out for the launch site the first of next week." Donnie called out softly as Riz made to cock back his second through, causing the man to pause. "I think we should cover some basics on survival, and get Cat a weapon."
"That girl is...Don she's a Demi," Rizak huffed, then finished his thow, sinking the entire blade on the end of the stick into the wood. "By the time she has to raise a finger, we're already dead." Walking over he was half way back when Donnie got up off the table. Feeling the man put a hand on his shoulder he sighed, "Okay, we can show her how to use one. I heard this morning, we're doing survival basics this afternoon?"
"Just shelter and water stuff," Donnie shrugged, "Common stuff; you kids are smart enough not to drink where you piss. I'm sure its just her nerves getting to her so close to the deadline. She didn't expect to be in a wheelchair, and she's fighting to get out of the damn thing before we leave."
"I'm sorry about that." Riz lowered his gaze.
"Way I see it, she earned it," Donnie waved the boy off, "you got nothing to worry about." The older man gingerly took the spear from him, looking at the head curiously. Rizak watched him, and it was clear just by the way he held it that he had no fucking clue. "I never got to use stuff like this back in the day. Plane's not a place for stabbing."
"Braver than me." Riz chuckled taking the spear back when it was offered. He watched the storm behind the man's eyes, the normally mellow Racoon fellow clouding over.
"Nothing brave about blowing people up from so far away you can't hear the boom." Donnie closed his eyes for a second, and like that the perpetual smile was back. "So you talked to your mom about the deployment?" They both seemed to flinch for a second at the D word.
"Yeah, couple hundred volunteers coming with us the first time, bout half soldiers." He thumped the ground a couple of times with the butt of the spear as he walked back to the table. Turning and sitting down he let the shafts rest on the inside of his thigh and across his shoulder as he hunkered and dug dirt from his finger claws. "They're up to something."
"Aren't they always?" Donnie grinned, and taking a seat beside the young man threw an arm across his shoulders. The two had always had a fatherly sort of bond since they'd moved in. Rook never fully came back from the war, and while he loved his 'kids' it was just not in him to be the throw-a-ball type of dad.
"Not just Moms." Rizaks said the word plural, as did most of the kids when talking about the collective female matriarchy, "the 'Liance folk. There is no reason to be nice to us...they're gonna gather so many in one spot..."
"Yeah...." Donnie sighed, shaking the young man's shoulders as he let go, resting his elbows on his knees as the two sat side by side on the top of the table with their feet in the seats looking out across the field. "Yeah, I know. They won't let them doing anything stupid though." He grinned looking over. "I don't know if you've noticed, but your moms are pretty fucking scary."
Rizak laughed, taking the spear off his shoulder as he stood, "oh, it may have come up. I saw mom in an apron the other day..." he shook his head, "the first memory I have of...Chai, she was pulling the knife out of the back of someone's head and wiping it on Thoo's shirt." He shivered, "the dude was a soldier who'd dipped in the pits early, but still....its so hard to see the old her in what's downstairs making cookies."
"You said that term a couple times over the years," Donnie stood up, and let Rizak turn to face him before he spoke. "The pits. I never really pressed you because you always sound sad when you talk about them." He saw Riz take a deep breath, but the poor guy just smiled as he remembered.
"It wasn't all bad. If you're noble born, you pretty much get to live with your parents." He stuck his thumb in his chest. "IF though you're born soldier you're a communal egg... fuck all knows who your folks are and you get raised by the collective group in what basically amounts to an orphanage. That was my first job." Riz looked at the floor. "I was just a kid, but I was responsible for a bunch of pups of my own. I think that's why I respect you guys so much, this raising kids shit isn't easy. It's funny to be put in charge of someone the same age only cause you look different." The young man smiled looking off into the distance, "I met my first girlfriend their...she was a soldier." Donnie smiled, then frowned as he watched the emotions darken on the Ekidna's face. "She... died, long before I was old enough to go to war...."
"Riz...Riz...son." Donnie put his hand on the guys shoulder to snap him out of it. "You said....that guy, he got killed for touching kids?" He got a head nod, "you said you saw Chai pulling a knife out of the back of his head....." Riz's eyes began to water. "Who...who put it there?"
The two men collided, Donnie clung tight to the boy's skull and tried not to cry himself from how hard his ribs were getting crushed. The sat there in silence, neither daring to speak. Donnie had a pretty good idea why and what had happened, and he now knew how Chai had recruited the kid under her command. He had plenty of his own demons, but helping others with theirs seemed to be more of a calling than flying some days.
"Let's go get the others." He finally whispered, getting a nod as they separated.
"Okay..." Donnie rubbed his hands together seeing the assembled teens. The girls save for Phula looked uncomfortable, that Donnie had known for years now included Tyzer. The boys all seemed anxious, and he could see them nervously glancing at either group. "Time to get started. Riz?"
"This exercise," the young man took a step forward, turning and his voice hardening into that of an instructor's timber, "will be about rapid deployment. In the wild we don't know when or where we're going to get the chance to fortify, or what it will be like as far as conditions." He held out an arm pointing to the table where several impliments lay.
"Hand tools are all you can pack, but they are versatile and with the right mindset better than any heavy equipment you might bring along. Shortcuts will kill people, but improvising can save lives. I want everyon here to familiarize themselves with the blades here. We'll have a practice in a few minutes..." WIth that he turned and walked over to Donnie who was sitting there with his arms crossed smiling. "I still don't see...Walter could do this just as well."
"You're the king." Donnie shrugged, hands in his armpits, "Catrina is the matriarch but you're the patron here. From what Nessa and Chai taught me the women run things, the men do things." He nodded over to where the girls and Walter were testing the weights and swings of several of the machete style implements and clipping them to their bags. Each person had a pack laying by the patio steps leading up to the house. Tyzer and Ceci's looks like they were ready for school, by comparison Walter and Phula's packs looked like they were camping for 6.
"Okay." Rizak spoke up, running his fingers through his hair. It was like riding a bicycle....a flaming.....hellish...bloodstained bicycle. "Everyone, we're gonna force march about half a mile--" His statement was cut off by the collective pissy uproar that followed and he waited for it to calm down. "A half mile only...to the trees. From there will will burrow burm, we have till sundown and I want everyone in the dirt. Bunkups picked now. Phula and Walter." he added looking around the group. "You two will take the most work, might as well work together. Tyzer, Ceci, you take Catrina with you..." he fought his blush down admirably as he looked at the girl who blushed at him through her bangs. "I'll take Sylvia."
The comment was met with a snort, and several looked at Cecilia covering her mouth for a split second before composing herself.