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A Porn Star Vacation

©2012 CarLOS Penguin

Preface

This is a story continuation of the The Porn Star (required reading).

No, I did not plan this. It only happened after the first was published that the characters didn't want to quiet down in my head.

I would again like to thank SoFurry user _ Equuleus _ for being my tireless editor, proofreader and inspiration for these longer stories ^v^

Cheers!

1 - Sun Soaked

She bobbed silently in the water, oblivious to the noisy crowds not far away.

All that was visible was the top of her nose, her ears and closed eyes. Behind her, a waterlogged tail floated, alternating above and below the surface. To the untrained eye, a poor feral fox may have drowned and the lifeless body made its way into the resort's tidal pool waters.

The current pushed her to and fro, sometimes in circles as the tide shifted and came in. Outside the walls, surfers were taking advantage of this while the less experienced tourists and children happily played in the tidal pool.

Closer and closer the drifting canid came to one of the tourists, who had been watching her for a while. With a small "bop" of the little black button nose into his chest, her eyes popped open and she stood up straight in the water with a smile on her face and brushing back her long, wet black and grey streaked hair from her face.

She wrapped her arms around the shoulders of her semi-goat-formed Pegasiian boyfriend, "How long have you been watching me?"

He smiled at her with large, gentle eyes, "Long enough." As they kissed.

Solara lay on a portable lounge chair on the beach. Unlike most Terran patrons who shielded themselves from the sun with umbrellas and creams, Solara lay napping in the direct sun wearing only sun glasses and a bikini bottom that left little to the imagination.

She was awaken by Chelsea's giggles as they approached. She looked up to see her brother Gere in baggy shorts, carrying the dripping, soggy vixen in her bikini back to their reserved spot in the sand.

"Beach bum and his bunny." Solara smiled, "You've been in the water for hours, girlie, you must be a prune!"

Gere placed Chelsea down gently on a lounge chair and adjusted the umbrella to shade her. "It's so damn hot here!" She said. "Why did our boss offer to send us to California for a week holidays and why did we accept?"

Gere flopped down less than gentle in his lounge chair, putting on his sunglasses he leaned back to take in the heat, "Because he gets a discount here or something."

Chelsea shook her head, "The place is fine, but couldn't it be somewhere... cooler?"

Gere looked at her and lifted his sunglasses, "I thought you were born on this planet?"

"I was..." She replied, "The Yukon is not known for its heat." She sighed and guzzled a glass of ice water and poured more from a pitcher.

Gere chuckled, "I hear it has two seasons; insects and blast-freezer."

Solara chuckled at her brother's comment as well.

Chelsea shrugged, "Most Canisian families head for the polar or mountainous regions of this world when they settle."

Solara sat up and offered as an idea, "Since it's mid-day and the hottest, why don't you go scrub that salt water out of your fur and we can hit an air conditioned mall?"

Chelsea's face brightened at the offer, "A wonderful idea!" The two started chattering happily.

"Just remember..." Gere spoke up, "Accommodation and transportation are included in this holiday. Food, drink and shopping sprees are not." The girls went silent at his admonition of practicality. "And we pay rent on that little place of your dad's, now he thinks his little sweetie is working."

The girls looked at him and sighed simultaneously, as their hopes seemed dashed. Feeling like an ogre who just trashed a picnic, Gere sighed, "Fine, I'll buy dinner tonight if you two promise to not go crazy."

The girls sighed and rolled their eyes. Solara wrapped a towel around herself and they went into the hotel.

"Your brother can be pretty bossy at times." Chelsea griped.

"He's a typical, bean-counting Pegasiian." Solara shrugged as if that explained everything. "We've been raised to be careful with currency."

"So, why are you so free and impulsive?" Chelsea raised an eyebrow at her friend as they entered a lift.

Solara looked at her as if that shouldn't need explaining, "Girl's prerogative, silly!" They giggled as the lift doors closed. "Anyway, I do have a plan for my future and at least a third of what I'm making goes to savings in the bank."

They entered the room and removed the towels wrapping their bodies. Solara playfully pulled at the tie holding Chelsea's top, which fell free. Giggling, Solara took the top and ran across the room holding it up, "Got your top!"

"You're such a brat!" Chelsea said caught by surprise and went after her.

She reached out to get her top and gave a surprised "yip" as Solara grabbed her and planted her lips on hers as aggressively as any man she'd known.

What began aggressive, became gentle as she relaxed. They held each other, kissing tenderly. They nuzzled as Chelsea whispered, "You are full of surprises, aren't you?"

Solara smiled as she stroked Chelsea's damp fur, "You have no idea the surprises that lurk in my head."

Chelsea chuckled lustfully, "I really look forward to those..... surprises." she whispered the last word and continued with their kiss.

--

Gere lay dozing in his chair. The sound and smell of the ocean and the warmth was his idea of an ideal getaway. His hands were behind his head, making just enough of a pillow for him to drift off into a nap.

He woke with a start a few minutes later, having the feeling he was being watched. Cracking an eye open the tiniest amount, he saw an outline beside him. "I thought you went shopping?" He asked, assuming the occupant was his sister or Chelsea.

"I could, if you want me too. Are you buying?" A voice said that was neither his sister or girlfriend.

His eyes popped open at the strange voice and he rolled over, "Oh, sorry. I thought you were someone else."

Before him stood an older, but lovely human woman, he guessed about thirty-five. She wore a wide brimmed sun hat the resort provided, ringed with flowers and a pink bikini that barely contained her large, lower hanging breasts. She had long black hair and a broad, toothy smile that "glowed" in contrast with her darker flesh.

She giggled and removed her sun glasses, revealing large, dark eyes, "Am I to take it you're relatively new here, or do you normally stare at ladies you meet with your mouth open?"

Gere shook his head, "Oh!" He tried to think of something to explain himself, "I'm... uhhhh.... Gere." he brought his hand out to shake hers, clumsily banging it on the table and knocking over his empty glass onto the sand.

She covered her mouth in half shock, half laughter, "Are you OK?"

Gere grabbed his pained hand and grumbles a couple of Pegasiian words, the inside of his ears turned red as he stared down at his chair completely embarrassed. Looking up, his glasses falling halfway down his snout, "Oh, I'll survive. But my ego had just died a horrible death."

They both laughed. "My name is Parm." She gently had her hand taken by his in greeting. "So tell me, who did you think I was?"

"I thought you were either my sister or my girlfriend." He replied, massaging his sore knuckle.

"Ah, girlfriend." She said, nodding her head. "So, you're a taken man, then?"

He sat up on his chair and smiled at her, "I guess... yeah, I am. Sorry to disappoint you."

She stared confused for a moment and gave a shrug and a smile, "Well then, I guess, maybe, I dunno, my taste for exotic adventure is disappointed?"

Gere smiled, "Well, let it not be said that I'm not a gentleman. It's lunch time, would you at least join me?"

She accepted his offer and they made their way to the lunch buffet in the hotel.

"So tell me, what made you and your sister become the first earth based Pegasiian porn stars?" She asked as they sat at a table.

Gere choked on his soft drink at the question, "Oh? I had no idea lovely ladies like you watched such things?"

"Aren't you the charmer." She replied, flattered. "Like I said earlier, I have a flavour for exotic men. When I saw the promotional ad while surfing the data net, I had to check it out. I must say, you're species are shall we say, interestingly built. Then to see you here at the resort, I couldn't help but find out if you were as adventurous as you seem to be."

Gere chuckled, "Actually, it was my sister's idea. Mom and dad told us to find our own work and she was the one that found the ad and said, "Let's go for it!'" He shrugged, "Can't say I regret it. I get to play out fantasy's and I met Chelsea, my girlfriend in the auditions waiting room."

Parm nodded as she chewed on her sandwich, "I can see that being a nice way to be a rebel. Does your sister have a boyfriend?"

"No, not yet." Gere pondered. "Though her being the one with the sense of adventure, I do find it odd she doesn't already have a couple of guys on speed dial for fun."

"Maybe she thinks you'd disapprove. Or your parents?"

Gere laughed, "She is a little rebel. She'd do something just to give us an aneurysm." He had a few spoons of his greens and asked, "So, what about you?"

Parm gave a sigh, "Divorced, twice. I have two children and three grandchildren. Now I'm living my life for me."

Gere paused and looked doubtful, "You seem awfully young for that? You're what, thirty five?"

Parm let out a hearty laugh, "Oh my, there is that charm again. I'm eighty eight."

Gere's jaw dropped again, "You... what?!?!"

She leaned back and ran her hands along her sides, "I'm not even a health nut, either. You do know that humans nowadays live to 150 or more?"

Gere shook his head, "No, I had no idea. My people live to around... eighty or so."

"We did too until first contact with the Centaurians. Their medicines had a phenomenal effect on us and when our science had their formulas, it was like finding the Rosetta stone for genetics. Ninety percent of our health issues were solved within the next fifteen years after that." She snapped her fingers.

"Amazing!" Gere said astonished. "My knowledge seems really limited, then. Was the "miracle" reciprocal?"

She nodded, "While they didn't have near as much problems to solve as we did, our compatible genetics, despite being two different species, solved several of their common disabilities."

Gere let out a whistle, "Together we are stronger. That saying holds true for all worlds."

"Indeed!" Parm agreed and finished her lunch. "Now, tell me about your girlfriend. She isn't that pretty Canisian vixen you work with in the movies, is she?"

Gere nodded happily, "Yup! She's a darling that one."

"I wouldn't mind meeting your lovely girlfriend. Where is she?" She asked.

"Her and my sister went shopping. Hitting the boutiques and expensive places, I suspect."

"Of course, you didn't want to go and be bored to death and end up a "pack horse" for them?"

"Hell, no!" Gere scowled. Pausing, his scowl turned into a smile, "I'd rather stay back and watch bikini's like yours walk past.

Parm giggled, "You are a flirt." She gathered their dishes. "Why don't we walk farther down the beach, if you want to look at bikini's... and more." She winked.

Intrigued by what she meant, he replied happily, "Sounds great!"

2- Girl's Will Play

Chelsea was in the shower, rinsing the salt sea water out of her fur when Solara slipped out her bikini and entered as well. "Share the water?" She asked with a smile.

Chelsea smiled, "That would be more efficient, wouldn't it?"

Rinsing each others fur, they explored and admired each others bodies. The textures and sensations of being wet under the gentle lukewarm spray of the shower was like the first time with each other again.

Solara stroked Chelsea's tiny nipples, which were protruding prominently from her wet, flattened fur. Her equally small areola were firm and rough from her extended time in the water. She gave a gentle suckle as Chelsea placed her hands behind Solara's head, pressing her against her breast and gave a gentle nibble on her sheep-like ear.

She felt Solara slide her hand on her ass and give a firm grip. She uttered a moan of approval and placing her nose under Solara's chin, brought her muzzle off her breast and placing her lips to hers, they kissed passionately.

There tongues intertwined, tasting each other's sweetness, Solara exploring between Chelsea's firm buttocks and her exploring between Solara's plump, soft roundness. Their bodies tingled as their fingers ran gently over each other's anus.

"Mmmm!" Chelsea gave a muffled surprise squeak while lip-locked, her eyes popping open and instinctively pulling her tail between her legs as she felt Solara's finger slip inside of her.

Solara giggled, "Nice grip!" Startled by Chelsea's shocked expression she asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Chelsea relaxed, her tail hanging looser and her vise-like grip on Solara's finger eased. "No, doesn't hurt. You just surprised me." She kissed her soft nose.

Solara gently pushed in further as Chelsea's body snapped straight.

"Eeeeee!" Chelsea squeaked and began giggling. "That feels... strange and tickley and good and bad, all at the same time!" The girls both began laughing.

"You've never been penetrated up there? Not even by my brother?" Solara looked at her lustfully, "My virgin porn star." and giggled even more.

Chelsea gasped, "You're such a kinky girl!"

"You think I'm kinky now...." Solara smiled, her large white teeth showing, "Wait until I introduce you to the strap-on I brought." She gently eased out of Chelsea, who let out a "Yip!" as she was exited. "I so want to penetrate you."

Chelsea giggled, "Plan on humping me like Gere does?"

Solara shook her head, "Oh no honey, you're the little humper. I'm going to show you what you seem to have been missing."

Chelsea gave a shocked look with a little gasp and both girls giggled.

After drying each other off with towels instead of the forced air drier, which made furred species look more like like fluff balls with a nasty static charge, Solara grabbed her travel bag and pulled out a pouch. Laying it on the bed, she rolled it open. "This is my 'toy box'." she smiled.

"Eeeee, look at all those!" Chelsea squealed and smiled at the assortment of dildo's Solara had. "You are a 'professional masturbator', aren't you?" The girls giggled.

"Oh, like YOU've never used one or two in your time?" Solara replied.

Chelsea blushed, "I have one of those, yes." She looked at Solara's assortment and pointed to one, "The human penis, only shorter."

"That primate head does tickle in all the right places, doesn't it?" Solara smiled and flopped down on the bed, her naked body jiggling as she did.

Chelsea sat down on the other side of the assortment and looked them over, smiling and blushing. "What is that one?" She asked, pointing to the longest and thickest one.

"Equuleusian." Solara replied. "Species with smaller vaginas like ours can consider it 'pro level'."

"Have you used it? What's it like?" Chelsea asked, amazed.

Solara's eyes went wide, "Maybe a couple of centimetres of it so far... I guess I'm not 'pro' enough yet." They laughed.

She pulled out a penis that was Pegasiian, medium, tapered to nearly a point with a thicker base, not unlike an elongated carrot that had a curl to it at the tip. "This is the one I'm interested in now." She also pulled a harness from a pocket in the pouch and attached it. She then attached a dildo that was shorter, thicker, straight with a canid-like tip and a 'clit-tickler' at the base that was in a different position than the others. She attached it to the other side of the harness with a 'snap' and tested the interlinked, conductive motion of the two.

Chelsea smiled toothily, her cheeks blushing, "So, which one of us is getting which side?"

"Well..." Solara said as she stood up and attached the harness to her hips, "I'm going to do the Canisian and the Canisian is going to do me. Sound fair?"

"Fair enough" Chelsea smiled and layed on her side, lifted her leg and slipped her finger between her fuzzy lips. "Mmmm, seems the anticipation has me all ready for you."

Solara rolled her eyes in pleasure as she slid the canid side into her and gave a sigh. She tightened the harness and eased on to the bed beside Chelsea, stroking her face and giving her a kiss. "And I'm ready for you, my dear."

--

Parm and Gere walked about a kilometre down the beach to an area that was almost out of view because of the palm trees and bushes. Unlike the beach they were at, it was noisy. The noise wasn't so much from the people as the other side of the trees there was both a freeway and an industrial park.

"Not as quiet as the hotel and resort beaches, but a little more.... freer, wouldn't you say?" Parm smiled.

Gere looked around, "Looks like Wreck Beach in Vancouver. Only not as cold."

Parm slipped off her bikini bottoms and untied her top. She slung them over her shoulder. "It's hot this afternoon, you might want to get more comfortable."

Gere shrugged and removed his shorts and held them in his hand and looked around again. "Is there something special about this beach than the quieter ones we walked past?"

Parm was momently distracted as Gere removed his shorts, his low hanging goat-like balls bounced and swung about as he did so. "Oh, ummm, yes. The resort beaches allow topless, but not full nudity down here like in the Canadian district. It's a little cooler, that's all."

Gere looked at her less than convinced, "Let me guess, you wanted to check me out as much as I said I was ogling the girls in bikini's."

Parm smiled, "I guess I'm busted then, huh?"

Gere ran his eyes up and down her body, admiring her lower hanging breasts that he found quite attractive and her black, perfectly shaped bush, obviously trained to be full growth except her bikini line. "I think the feeling is mutual."

Parm giggled, "I see that."

Gere looked down to see his sheath no longer limp, but at an angle with a red tip exposed. He covered himself with his shorts and looked embarrassed.

"Don't worry..." Parm said, "This is a freer beach." She took his hand and began walking toward the small crowd near the waterline.

"Hey, Parm!" A lady shouted from a distance and waved. They walked together to where she was with a fellow.

As they approached, a red-headed lady got up in her naked, freckled and sunburned glory and gave Parm a hug. "Fancy seeing you here! Is this a new boyfriend?"

"No, unfortunately, he's taken by a lucky girl already." Parm motioned to introduce them, "Tanya, this is Gere and Gere, this is Tanya, my business partner."

"Gere?" The man stood up, equally red headed, but not a stitch of hair or freckles on his body. "We work together!" He said with a smile.

"We do?" Gere said, raising his eyebrows.

The man rolled his eyes, "We both work for John. You're a welcome newcomer to the set. Very rugged and handsome, too." He held out his hand and they shook. "Lance. Lance Traynor. I'm Tanya's brother.

Gere smiled cordially, "So you're on the same vacation John sent us on. Nice to meet you." he looked at Lance carefully, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you, but I do think I've seen you in costuming."

"Yes, it's kind of him to send all the staff on vacation. I get to see my sis once a year for free, anyway." He continued, "I handle the wardrobe. Buying, fitting, cleaning up after all you guy's and gal's ...." He shook his head and shrugged, "Everyone sees me with my clothes on."

"Oh, stop flirting with Gere, Lance. He's taken, or didn't you hear?" Tanya nattered at her brother.

"Flirting?" Gere whispered to Parm.

She chuckled and turned aside with Gere close to answer, "You're exotic, like I said. You're going to attract the eye of gay men as well as us women being here."

"Wait... gay men are watching me as well as the girls?" Gere asked sounding a little shocked.

Parm looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "You are fresh off the turnip truck to this world, aren't you?"

Gere looked somewhat insulted, "I know there are males that like males. There are on my world too, but I never expected to be.... an object for them as well!"

"And now you know, how does it make you feel?" She asked.

Gere thought about it for a moment, his expression going from thoughtful, to a scowl, to a smile and repeating. "Makes me feel.... sexy. But also unnerved that it DOES make me feel sexy at the same time."

"So, what's your plan?" She asked curiously.

Gere straightened, gave his pot-belly a false lift and smiled, "Strut the goods, honey, strut the goods!" as he walked back over to Tanya and Lance and began a conversation.

Parm laughed and rolled her eyes, "Men on any planet... ego will supersede all." She rejoined the group.

--

The girls moaned and squeaked as they kissed and licked at each other. Chelsea felt her heart pound as she was so quickly turned on by the touch and taste of Solara's tongue against hers.

She rolled on her back, pulling Solara on top of her as she would Gere. Her pussy tingled and throbbed to be penetrated. She wrapped her legs behind Solara's back and pulled her close, feeling the artificial penis slide into her, but feeling as natural as if it was Gere's. Both moaned as their hips contacted and could go no further.

Solara began to thrust against her with a natural rhythm that surprised her - she was obviously far more experienced at this than their time at work on the porn set.

Her grip around Chelsea tightened as her body quivered. She broke from their kiss with several high pitched squeals of pleasure as she quickly reached her orgasm.

Solara's excitement grew and pressing her hips hard against Chelsea's body gave her a rippling orgasm as she panted in unison with her lover.

Laying on top of Chelsea, coupled with her still, Solara opened her eyes and grinned, "Let's see that tail held high, baby."

Chelsea smiled as Solara slowly slid down her body nibbling and kissing on the way causing her to squeak and twitch as she hit sensitive spots.

Solara stopped as she reached the juncture of Chelsea's legs, seeing the little bud of flesh still engorged and standing out proudly between the lips she gave it a kiss then drew it into her mouth and suckled like a babe at the nipple. Chelsea howled, her back arching high as like a stroke of lightning, the unexpected orgasm flashed through her body. Solara sat back on her heels and watched her lover shuddering and gasping as she came down from the unexpected, mind blowing orgasm.

Chelsea's breathing calmed with a sigh and she opened her eyes to see Solara kneeling between her legs, a smirk on her muzzle, a tube of lube in one hand and the other rotating telling her to roll over. After a moments hesitation she pulled her legs up and rolled over onto her knees hiking her tail so it arched over tip touching her back.

She gave a surprised yip as she felt something cold and wet dripped onto her anus followed by the slow penetration of the artificial organ.

"You like it?" Solara asked in a sultry manner.

"Yes.... no.... yes." Chelsea responded as the feeling of something penetrating her so deep inside her rear for the first time wasn't describable, but she also didn't want Solara to stop either, especially when she began gentle thrusts.

She reached back and rubbed her hand on the inside of her friend's soft thigh, "Keep going until you cum, sweetie."

Soon Solara's gentle thrusts turned into rapid, shallow ones as she moaned in pleasure. With a sigh of relief, She slowly lay down on Chelsea's back, pressing her down on the bed.

They lay for a moment, breathing heavily. "Your turn." Solara whispered into Chelsea's ear, then withdrew slowly and stood up.

Solara removed the device, wiped it with the cloth in the kit and strapped it onto Chelsea. She knelt down and helped slide the Canisian side of it into her friend. Chelsea gasped and shivered as her tail shot up high. "It's so thick!"

Solara chuckled lustfully as she stood up quickly, her breasts bouncing, then pressing them against Chelsea, "Feels great, doesn't it?"

Chelsea smiled and nodded quickly.

Solara went on the bed on her hands and knees. She lifted her curly furred tail so it was flat on her back. Head sideways looking sweetly at the girl moving into position behind her and gripping her hips. She felt her slowly push in until she felt the tip of the dildo tickle her cervix.

"Oh! Oh my gods!" Chelsea said and gave a gulp and a quiver, "The boys do get to have fun!" She began to thrust against Solara and watched her body jiggle with each thrust. She spread her cheeks farther apart and admired the girl's tiny anus, something that she never considered before and now was very turned on by the sight and sensations. She realized what a show the girls put on for the boys when they engaged in sex 'doggie style' and understood why most males she had been with, preferred the position.

Chelsea whimpered at the pleasure receiving, as well as giving her friend. She felt her hips and legs shake as she experienced an incredibly intense orgasm. Within a minute later, she felt her climax building again, higher and higher until she began humping Solara like a Terran dog, voicing yips of pleasure as she felt her release intensely and even feel the strength of her feminine ejaculation spraying out, drenching both of them.

Solara quivered in orgasm. Loud moans gave to screams and quaking of her hips. She gripped the bed cover tightly and bit down on it as well.

Chelsea collapsed on Solara's back and gripped her around the middle with one arm and propped herself up with the other hand, trying to keep herself from pushing down on her lover. But the two slid slowly, face down on the bed and lay there for several minutes, completely spent.

"Where... the hell... did you LEARN all that!" Chelsea asked, panting heavily as she rolled on her back. Soaked in sweat, one hand was up beside her head, the other on her belly that was going up and down rapidly with her breathing.

Solara rolled over as well and held Chelsea's hand. "A couple of friends back home taught me everything I know..... and gave me a taste for more. It was like a whole course in physical pleasures."

Chelsea giggled, "You seem so proficient in such things. No wonder John hired you at the drop of a pin and put your brother and I through the paces."

Solara propped herself up on her elbow and grinned, "It was the least boring course I took and wasn't even part of school curriculum." They chuckled.

"How was your first time?" Solara asked, running her fingers through Chelsea's sweat soaked belly fur.

Chelsea sighed in fond memory. "We were best friends." She sighed again, "He was older and helped me study. His name was Mike."

"A human for your first one, huh?" Solara was very interested now. "I've never mated with a human before."

"Yeah, he was such a sweetheart, always there for me when I needed him. I think we liked each other for a long time, but didn't want to spoil the friendship." She paused again and smiled at the memory. "One night we were going over test questions and he seemed sad. I asked why and he said his parents were moving and he wanted to go with them. There was a far better opportunity for him where they were going."

"I didn't realize until then how much he meant to me and apparently I to him. Next thing we both knew, there was a mutual passion playing out between us and... well... we woke up together the next day."

Solara gasped, "Did your parents find out? You told me once they're rather conservative."

"Oh yeah!" Chelsea said with a less than fond memory of what followed. "It was my bed we woke up in." She wiped sweat off her face, "We got a nice breakfast and they treated Mike sweetly, but when he left, they sat me down and explained for the hundredth time about Canisian biology and how now I should find a steady relationship or face uncontrollable desires females get we call 'the fires'."

"That's terrible!" Solara said angrily. "Shouldn't they have been supportive? I mean, isn't this the 'enlightened age' they call it?"

"Yes, here. But my parents are very traditional. On their world, I would marry, or be outcast or a prostitute for the wolves." Chelsea replied, looking upset.

"What did you do?" Solara asked quietly with a tear in her eye at the story.

"I wouldn't speak to them for weeks. I graduated three months later and moved to Nanaimo right after." Chelsea now wiped a tear from her eye, "I stayed with friends at first, but things happen and I found myself without a place to stay. Dad offered me an apartment in a building he and mom own and here I am!"

Solara held Chelsea protectively and kissed her, "We won't let anything like that happen to you again."

3 - Time Together

They met that evening for dinner at the dinner buffet. Solara and Gere filled their plates from the salad bar while Chelsea was licking her lips over the plate full of medium rare prime rib. Both Solara and Gere shuddered as she tied into the juicy meat and rolled her eyes in ecstasy.

"So, what did you ladies spend all your money on, hmm?" Gere asked.

"Oh, we got a few souvenirs, some clothes.... y'know, typical girl stuff." Solara replied, grimacing at the way Chelsea was tying into the flesh as if she had never eaten before.

"What?" Chelsea said, noticing her friend making faces. "This is REALLY good." It was kind of average, but the best she could come up with after the physical workout earlier that day.

"I think you're grossing my sister out" Gere said with a wink of approval of torturing his little sister.

Chelsea stopped chewing for a moment and gave Solara a wry grin, "I think that's more difficult to do than you would believe."

Solara gave her a wide eyed look of "hush!" as Gere laughed.

"So, what did you do all day? Ogle girls on the beach?" Chelsea asked with a wink.

"Actually, took one to lunch, then hung out with her." He smiled.

"Oh yeah, right!" Solara mocked as Chelsea raised an eyebrow.

"No worries, sweetie. She knew I was taken."

"That's good." She replied, still with an expression of displeasure.

"Well, that's good that that's good, because she wanted to meet you and I invited her. She's coming now." Gere stood up and waved Parm over to the table.

She came over to the table with a big smile. Her yellow summer dress on her dark skin made the simple style into something timelessly fashionable. "Good evening, Gere." She gave him a hug and he introduced the others.

"This is Solara, my sister and the lovely vixen is..." He was cut off.

"Hello Che'alsa!" Parm said with a beaming smile.

"Mrs. Tatala?" Chelsea said with wide-eyed surprise. She gave an excited squeak and gave Parm a hug. "You look fabulous! How have you been doing?"

"Well, I have been doing well as of late. And I'm just Parm now, Parmit Kapoor. "Mrs. Tatala" was two husbands and a lifetime ago for me."

Chelsea looked shocked and placed her hand on her chest, "Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It was mutual and we are still all friends." The ladies sat down.

"Che'alsa?" Gere and Solara both said in unison, looking across the table at her.

"That's my given Canisian name. I changed it formally to Chelsea when I graduated and moved away to my current home."

Solara patted Chelsea's knee under the table and smiled consolingly at her, knowing the motivation behind her wanting to separate herself from her parents and their ways.

"So, it's not a stage name, then?" Parm asked.

"Oh, you've seen the movies?" Chelsea said, blushing.

Parm chuckled, "I was surprised it was you when I saw them. Your parents seem so conservative."

"Well.... they kinda don't know." She said, squirming uncomfortably.

Parm smiled, "No worries, hun. I won't say anything." She looked at Gere and smiled, "So, you're dating this exotic co-star of yours, hmm? I don't know which of you is the luckier."

"Oh, I am for sure!" Gere answered and snugged Chelsea. "Where do you two know each other from?"

"I was one of Che'al.... I mean Chelsea's teachers." Parm said proudly. "Must be what... 14, 15 years ago?"

Chelsea nodded, "Seems a long time to me. You haven't changed a bit, though."

Gere shook his head, "Wait, what? You're twenty now, oh girlfriend of mine and she taught you when you were 5 or 6?" Solara too looked confused by this.

"Honey, pre-pubescent Canisian's age and develop much faster. When I was 5, I was in the equivalent of middle school. Mrs. Tata... I mean Parm taught psychology as part of the xenocultural tolerance and alien social studies."

"Huh, two surprises in one day!" Gere rubbed his chin. "Do you live to a hundred or something as well?"

"Ummm, no. We live to maybe sixty or seventy. But Canisian's living on earth have exceeded eighty-five." Chelsea said somewhat confused by the question. Parm whispered to her the reason for it, how shocked he was to learn she was 88.

"Got any plans for tonight?" Gere asked everyone as Parm smiled and the girls shrugged and shook their heads. "Well, if you're interested, some friends we met today named Tanya and Lance are going to a little dance club down the beach and we're all invited."

"I'm game." Chelsea said and Solara nodded.

"Great!" Gere said with a smile and they had a few more trips to the buffet before finishing.

Later, Gere put on some clean pressed Bermuda shorts and a snap front collard shirt. "Nuh-uh..." His sister said as he went to add dress socks and sandals. "Lose the socks or we lose you."

Gere looked confused by the request, but complied anyway.

Chelsea came out of the washroom wearing a new open front, black mini dress that she had bought with Solara after their adventure. The dress opening was fairly wide and came to a close just below her navel. She wore what appeared to be a thin, shiny chain-link belt whose buckle was a little pair of handcuffs and a small length of chain fell free from it. She held a dainty, silver sequined handbag that added a definite touch of class.

"Well, how do I look?" She asked and spun around, giving a giggle.

Gere whistled and took her in his arms, "You my dear are a sexy star if I ever saw one!" Dipping her and giving her a kiss, Solara slipped into the washroom to change.

Ten minutes later...

*knock, knock*

"C'mon kiddo! We're gonna be late!" Gere said through the door as she had taken far longer to change.

Solara came prancing out with a plaid, short sleeved shirt opened low and tied just below her bosom, exposing her round belly. Her large breasts bounced and appeared as if they were going to jump out at any moment. Complimenting the style, she wore high cut denim hot-shorts that exposed the bottom of her perfect half-moon buttocks, dark grey cowgirl boots that matched her leg fur and a brown felt cowgirl hat that matched her hair.

"Well, how do I look?" She asked and spun around, then bent over and gave a flirtatious sideways wink.

Chelsea squeed and clapped her hands, "You're going to have fight off the boys on the dance floor."

Gere chuckled and shook his head, "The Calgary Stampede is next month, silly! But, you're cute."

Solara gave a shocked gasp and placed her hand on her chest in mock incredulity, "Oh... my... gods! My brother for the first time.... said I was CUTE and not in a pat-on-the-head type way?"

Gere shrugged, "I'm drunk with Chelsea's beauty. Enjoy the compliment, kiddo." He took Chelsea's arm in his and readied to leave. "But don't expect to hear it again." He added and made a face, to which Solara returned.

They arrived at the club after a short walk in the cool, evening ocean breeze. Gere and Solara gave a few shivers, but Chelsea was in bliss after the heat of the day and made them walk just a little slower.

"Why did you take so long?" Chelsea whispered to Solara, "It's not like you really had anything to put on?"

Solara whispered back, "You try and fit an ass like mine in these shorts." The girls giggled. "And after seeing you come out in that dress, I had to let of a little.... steam."

"Oh, you little horny!" Chelsea blushed, gave a little gasp and swatted her playfully on the shoulder.

Gere turned around to see what the two were giggling about when he heard Parm's voice, "We saved you a spot in line!" Lance and Tanya waved as well.

Parm wore a sari of orange with red top that had ornate decorating of shiny stones. She wore her hair long with a pin at the back to keep it from being unruly.

Tanya had a black dress similar to Chelsea's, with a different skirt pattern. The freckles down her chest didn't go unnoticed by Gere as he admired them, never having seen such a complexion before. Tanya gave him an approving smile.

Lance.... well, Lance looked quite a lot like Gere with the loud shirt, shorts and sandals.

"Lance!" Solara and Chelsea squealed and gave him a hug. "What are you doing here?"

He explained the same holiday trip that they were on and introduced his sister to them.

"Was I the only one that didn't know the guy?" Gere scratched his head.

"Seems like it." Parm patted his shoulder, then took his arm. Gere looked at it, but didn't resist and smiled.

"You ladies are looking..." Lance let out a whistle, "Incredible tonight. Especially this little cutie." He gave Solara a nudge and she giggled and acted shy.

"I thought you said he was gay?" Gere whispered to Parm.

"Maybe bi? He obviously likes both of you. Maybe he just likes Pegasiians?" She rubbed his arm.

"Excuse me, mister." Chelsea said with a crooked mouth expression and raised eyebrow. Then took Gere's other arm. "Collecting beautiful ladies tonight, are we?" she said, her chin on his shoulder.

"Ummm, well, I errrr..." Gere said feeling like a cat caught with half the canary sticking out of its mouth.

Inside, the lighting was dim, but electric and colourful. The music was loud, loud enough that Chelsea was regretting not bringing hearing protection along for her sensitive canid ears. As they entered the main club area and found a circular room, tables along the edge, a dance floor toward the centre.

They found a free table large enough for the group. Chelsea whispered to Solara and when they sat, Solara was to Gere's left and Chelsea to his right. Lance beside Solara, Tanya beside her brother and placing Parm between Chelsea and Tanya and across the table from Gere. The two conspiring girls gave each other a pleased nod at the surreptitiously forced arrangement and Gere was none the wiser.

A waitress came and handed out pre poured beers to those who wanted them and took orders for other drinks.

"Bleah! How can humans like this stuff?" Chelsea scrunched her nose after tasting the bitter liquid.

Gere first sipped, then downed half of his glass and smiled, "I've got to take some of this stuff back home to Pegasi!" He put the glass down and wiped his mouth with the little serviette.

Solara drank it like water and attempted unsuccessfully to stifle the following belch. Everyone laughed that such a noise could come out of the smallest person at the table, except Gere, who did a face-palm.

Tanya, Lance and Parm ordered cocktails.

"How about a dance? That'll work the belches out of your tummy so you don't embarrass your brother any further." Lance offered to Solara, who agreed and got up from the table to join him.

"Do you dance at all, Gere?" Parm asked him. He looked first at Chelsea, who he noticed was glaring daggers at her for the question, assuming she was searching for an invitation.

"I... haven't danced since my graduation. I really don't know any Terran moves." Gere replied vaguely, not wanting to be rude and turning her down flat.

"I can teach you!" Tanya said cheerfully and hopped up from her chair.

Gere looked again at Chelsea with a 'help!' expression. She just nodded and smiled that dancing with anyone but Parm, was OK. He wasn't comforted... he really didn't want to dance. But up and off he went anyway.

Chelsea opened her mouth with annoyance in her eyes as Parm cut her off, "I'm not after your boyfriend."

"Bullshit!" Chelsea snapped. "You want him so bad you can taste him."

Parm smiled at the thought, then sighed. "OK, I did when I met him. He's hot, pot belly and all! But he made it clear he's devoted to you. Unusual, given your occupation, isn't it?"

"We're a team." Chelsea said matter of factly. "John knows we're to perform only with each other after we began going out."

"So, does he know about you and his sister?"

Chelsea looked at her shocked, "I... I don't know what you mean."

Parm laughed, "C'mon dear, you don't get as old as me without being able to read people and I did teach psychology. I saw how Solara looked at you at dinner. I saw how you responded, leaning closer to her, feeling protected when you told me about your name. You're more than co-stars."

Chelsea turned away.

"Don't worry, I'm not telling him. But sweetie, a polygamous arrangement when all parties aren't clued in, will blow up in your face and nobody will have anything but bad memories and broken hearts." Parm said.

Chelsea looked at her, uncomfortably. Realization was hitting her that if someone who doesn't know them as a group can deduce the arrangement, who else can? "What do you suggest?"

"Gere is devoted to you. That's a sign from a Pegasiian male that he's likely to consider the arrangement mutual. Given how young he is, this could be serious on his part. They don't give their hearts or trust easily. Solara is more than just smitten by you. But how do you feel? You're either going to have to come clean to Gere and seek a polygamous relationship, which is counter cultural for his people and hope he accepts it, or you're going to have to cut off the relationship with Solara. The ball is in your park, either way."

"Two beautiful ladies left alone in a club is a crime against nature!" A man's south-western accented voice came from between them. A tall, older man with sideburns, moustache and looking every bit the retired cowboy smiled kindly at them. "Would one of you two care to dance?"

Parm looked at Chelsea who had her mind full and didn't really notice the stranger. She got up to 'run interference' for her former student, "I'd love to." The cowboy took her arm in his and walked her on to the dance floor.

Chelsea drank from the bitter beverage she scorned before, the bitter logic of Parm's words and the decision that lay ahead of her making the beer downright sweet in comparison.

Gere and Tanya returned to the table, laughing and giggling. "I thought I was never going to survive that humiliation!" Gere said, leaning his head back, hand on his chest.

"You did fine! You never even stepped on my foot... well, more than once." Tanya giggled.

"How you doing, Honey?" Gere said to Chelsea. "You want to risk getting those pretty foot paws flattened by your boyfriend?" He held his hand out to her.

Chelsea took a deep breath and did her best to hide her feelings. She looked over at Gere and with a big smile, "I'd love to." She took his hand and went on to the floor with him.

"Trouble in par-a-dise." Tanya said aloud to herself and sipped her cocktail.

Solara crashed into the table and began laughing. Lance steadied her and seated her. "You made it back little darling. Have a seat."

Lance sat down in his chair and Solara immediately hopped into his lap and kissed him. "Now, now, now, little sweetie, that's the beer talking." Lance mouthed to his sister, "She's drunk on one beer?" Solara grabbed his hand and shoved it inside her blouse on her breast.

He resisted at first as she held his hand in, grinning at him with drunk lust, "You really don't want to... do... this.... oh my, those are so soft and squeezable..." he fondled her as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, nearly shoving her whole muzzle in his mouth.

"I think that's enough embarrassing myself... for.... tonight...." Gere said returning to the table minutes later with Chelsea and trailing off at the sight of the goings on in Lance's chair. Gere grinned, "Looks like I'm not the only one being embarrassing."

"They've been going at it for a while now." Tanya said casually, having moved over a seat where Parm was sitting.

Chelsea sat down, looking stunned at the two.

"It's the alcohol." Gere said with a chuckle and shaking his head. "She does... odd things when she's not used to a new type of it."

"So... she's not going to quit until she gets off, is she?" Tanya asked. Gere shook his head.

"C'mon, let's find you two a broom closet or something." Tanya said, getting up and guiding the two lust-birds away from the table.

"Is she going to be all right?" Chelsea asked concerned.

Gere waved his hand, "Oh yeah. We have low tolerance for alcohol, but it's not poisonous to us like it is our neighbours, the Equuleusians. She'll be fine."

"So, why aren't you drunk?" Chelsea asked.

Gere shrugged, "I've tried almost every form of grain alcohol back home. I should have a resistance by now. She's had only a few drinks with friends and stuff." Gere finished his remaining half beer. "At least she's getting some. I was starting to get worried about the little pervert."

Parm returned from the dance floor after bidding her kindly gentleman dance partner a good evening. "This is turning out to be a spectacular evening. I come with Tanya regularly and have not had such a fun time."

"You're not the only one it seems!" Gere said with a smirk. "Seems Lance and my sister are getting 'better acquainted', if Tanya can find them a closet or something."

Just then, Tanya returned. "Oh, good golly! I have never seen Lance so.... enthralled with a female before."

"Where are they?" Parm asked.

"I got them a cab to my place. I have a guest room, so they will be fine." She looked apologetic to Gere, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over my brother!"

Gere winked, "A Pegasiian gal, obviously!" He chuckled. "She knows her way back. We'll be here for a couple days yet."

Chelsea looked very relieved. It seemed that her choice had been made for her. Solara will find her own way and there will be just Gere and herself. "Honey, let's order another round and get a snack for everyone. I'm buying."

"Well... you're in a better change of mood. Awesome!" Gere said sitting and signalled for a server.

4 - Surprises

It was 0800 when Gere groggily crawled out of his bed to use the washroom. He returned to his side of the bed and was now awake enough to notice the snoring was in 'stereo'.

Chelsea was on her back, legs apart, one hand on the side where Gere was, other on her belly, head back, mouth open with her tongue hanging out the side slightly and snoring up a racket. Gere admired her endearingly.

On the other bed, the quilt was not even pulled back, but laying on top was his sister on her side, curled into her usual ball. Still in last nights clothes, she was snoring nasally (she could snore in any position, as could he).

He went over and gave his sister a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Chelsea? I'm sorry..." She said groggily and went back to sleep.

Gere smiled, she was dreaming. Being the late riser since his holidays started, he crawled back in bed.

He woke up later, on his side and his arm around a soft, warm body. He snuggled closer in a spoon, pulling the warmth tighter against him. He felt a soft, fuzzy bottom wiggle against his crotch which brought on an erection that he felt poke in between the buttocks of whom he was spooning. A high pitched squeak and giggle of surprise emanated from the one he was holding close.

But that squeak wasn't Chelsea's.

He opened an eye to see his sister in his arms, smiling back at him, "Well, good morning!"

"Gahhhhhhhh!" he shouted and rolled over on his back, holding his chest and panting from the scare. "What the....?"

Solara laughed maniacally. "Chelsea is in the shower and her spot was warm!"

"How long have you been awake? Why are you naked? You promised to never do that to me again!" Gere shouted angrily at her.

She laughed at his rant, "About a minute. Because those clothes cut off my circulation and no I didn't."

"What is all this yelling?" Chelsea asked as she walked around the corner, wrapping her hair in a towel, the rest of her body still dripping.

"I have a horrible sister!" Gere grumbled angrily.

Solara made a face, wordlessly mocking the words he just said. "And I have a layabout brother who doesn't open his eyes."

Chelsea sat down beside Gere and calmly rubbed his chest, "Relax Honey, you'll give yourself a bad heart waking so angrily."

He placed his hand on his forehead, "It's just... never mind." he said and took several deep breaths, attempting to relax.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't know it still... upset you." Solara said and gave Gere a peck of a kiss on his nose. "My turn for a shower anyway." She got up and headed for the washroom.

"Honey, what's wrong? What does she mean, 'still upset you'?" Chelsea asked with deep concern in her voice and eyes, still rubbing his chest gently as if caressing his heart.

He smiled and took her hand in his and kissed it. "Nothing important."

She stroked the side of his face, "Honey, I love you just the way you are. Secrets and all." She realized what she said and went cold. Did she just say that? She uttered words she never had to anyone romantically before.

Gere clasped her hand firmly and his eyes went wide. His face went into an expression of happy surprise. He pressed the side of his face to her hand and a tear of his rolled down and over the back of her hand. "My heart is yours. I love you, my Chelsea."

They embraced in an emotional kiss.

They lay in each other's arms, both in an emotional glow. There was silence between them, but a deep ecstasy of revelation of their feelings.

Solara came from the washroom not having got in the shower yet, "Chelsea, you used all the towels...."

Gere smiled, "Sien'breah"

Solara gasped with a smile and her hands over her mouth, "Sien'breah?"

Chelsea looked between the two, "See-en-bra?"

Solara squealed loudly and hugged her brother and kissed Chelsea. "I'm so happy! Oh.... my goddess! I have to call my friends back home."

"Text! Text, texting only, sister!" Gere admonished, but with a smile on his face. "We may be porn stars, but we're not rich."

Chelsea looked nervous, "What.... have I just got into. Are we married or something?"

Both Gere and Solara shook their heads and tried to explain happily what Sien'breah was.

"Whoa! One at a time here, please." Chelsea said, holding her hand up, overwhelmed.

Solara held her hand open to her brother, who began, "Sien'breah is the point at which a couple fall in love. It is a treasured moment."

Chelsea looked at him with endearing eyes, "It is for me as well. For you Gere, are the first male I can say I love."

Gere kissed her tenderly on top of her nose and held her for a long time.

"I must introduce you to my parents." He said happily.

"If... you think it's OK." She replied. "I'm not sure you'd want to meet mine." She gave a worried look. he held her comfortingly.

When Solara finally came out of the shower, Gere pulled his body out of bed and went for his.

As Solara lay down beside her, smiling. She took Chelsea's hand and kissed it, "It's a beautiful morning!"

"That it is!" Chelsea sighed with a smile. Then turning towards her, "So, how did your date.. errrr... interlude with Lance go last night?"

Solara's smiling face turned to one of regret, "I'm so sorry Chelsea. can you forgive me?"

Chelsea's smile also faded, "Honey, what's there to forgive? Lance is a nice guy and lives near us in the same town. You can see each other regularly."

Solara sighed and sought to explain things, "Well, Lance is a very nice guy, yes. He's handsome and pretty decent in bed. But we talked last night and realized we need different things."

Chelsea sat up and shook her head, "Like what things?" She was getting the feeling that her life was about to get complicated... again.

Solara gave a scoff, "Lance said I was very good sexually and a nice girl and beautiful.... but wasn't as exciting emotionally as another guy for him. But he had been very curious what sex with a female was like."

Chelsea stroked the side of Solara's face and wiped a tear from it. "Aww, I'm so sorry, honey. If YOU can't please him, no female can. Some guys are just... wired that way. There's nothing wrong with you."

"But you are right about one thing Chel..." Solara said, "Those knobby primate penises of humans feel REALLY good!"

Both girls burst out laughing, then got dressed.

--

"Lunch menu? We just got up!" Gere protested as they looked over the restaurant menu downstairs.

"What does it matter? All you eat is hay and foliage regardless of the time of day." Chelsea teased and held up a leaf to a decorative plant near the entrance and pretended to chew on it. Gere swatted at her rear, but she twisted away and skipped back giggling.

She walked back over to the menu board and held him from behind, looking around his arm at the menu. "I could have a steak. As raw as they'll serve it. Preferably still moooooving." She said with the sound of a mooing cow and giggled.

Gere cringed and moaned at the thought.

"Hey kiddo, why are you so quiet?" He looked over at his sister who seemed off in her own space. "You were bouncing and squealing like a little girl not an hour ago."

"I'm.... not really hungry." She said quietly.

Gere and Chelsea looked at each other, surprised. "Let's get you to medical!" Gere said sounding serious and taking her by the arm.

Chelsea tapped her boyfriend on the shoulder and whispered, "Things didn't go well with Lance last night. We should be nice to her today."

Gere stopped in his tracks. He lifted Solara's chin and smiled, "Hey beautiful sister of mine. Where would you like to go for brunch today if not here?"

Her eyes went wide and she felt his forehead, "I think YOU need to go to medical. That's twice in as many days you complimented me, you pudgy goat!"

"Now THAT sounds like my sister. You're cured." He smacked her rear, "Get that chubby butt in there and order something." Gere said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, you're cured too, ASS!" Solara said and stuck her tongue out at him.

Chelsea was relieved that all seemed to be normal... for now.

After brunch, Gere leaned back and patted his pot belly. "What's the plan for today?" He yawned.

Solara looked at Chelsea, then her brother with a guilty look on her face, "I'm out of money."

"Surprise, surprise." Gere said, rolling his eyes.

"What money I have, we need for rent." Chelsea exclaimed and sipped her tea.

"As usual, my powers of cheapskate have to save the day. I have enough for groceries for the month back home and one touristy tour thingy, whatever Terrans do on these holidays." Gere said, waving his hand, then pulling out his tablet with tourist info.

"We can go on a fishing expedition, and hunt some poor ocean creature." He said to Chelsea's nodding approval.

"We can investigate a museum and check out the history and culture of this world." He said to Solara's fascination.

"Or we can go on a catamaran tour!" He said with a smile as both girls cheered. "I just keyed in a reservation for three. The last tour for the day leaves here in an hour. We have some time to kill."

"I'm going to text my friends the good news!" Solara said.

"Good idea! I'll call our parents and arrange a get together." Gere said happily and the group returned to their room for privacy while doing so.

"Son! I am so happy for you!" Gere's mother squealed as she heard the news. "Sien'breah at your age... she must be very special?"

"That she is, Mother. She is here beside me, would you like to say hello?" Gere said with a beaming smile.

Gere handed his tablet to Chelsea, who cleared her throat and smiled. She then looked at the screen and said as respectfully as she could to hide her nervousness, "Hello Mrs. Golais. I am Chelsea. It is a pleasure to meet you."

The image of the middle aged Pegasiian woman in the screen froze, mouth open. "Mrs. Golais?" Chelsea repeated, but the image did not change.

"Honey, I think your tablet locked-up." She said quietly, her eyes darting between the screen and Gere.

He took the tablet from Chelsea's hand and checked a setting, "No, it's fine. Mom? If you can hear me, we seem to have a bad connection. I'll call you right...."

"A Canisian?" Gere's mother whispered aghast from the screen. "Son, I know we have not been the best parents or providers for you and Solara, but a Canisian?" She began to cry. "Please come home." And the connection was severed.

"Ummm..." Gere said uncomfortably, "Mom says..."

"I heard her." She said quietly, with her head down.

Gere went and stood beside her and held her, "This is our Sien'breah, not hers."

Chelsea gave a sniffle, took his hand and kissed it. She gave a sob.

"Oh... my... goddess! My friends are going to be so excited... that... this... uh-oh." Solara came in from the balcony with a cheerful smile that faded as she saw her brother and Chelsea.

Gere looked at his sister, "Mom wasn't as open to this as I thought she might be."

Solara rolled her eyes. She knelt beside Chelsea and hugged her.

5 - Surf's Up!

The hour had passed and they convinced Chelsea that the harbour tour would be the best thing to cheer her up. The girls changed into their swimwear and draped themselves about their waists in light, colourful wraps.

They walked down the beach to where the boat tours and charters were and saw a plethora of boats and canoes and kayaks of different sizes, along with crowds of tourists.

"So, which one is the one we're on?" Solara asked, looking around.

"Look for flag seventeen." Gere replied.

They found the flag marked 17 on the beach and looked for the boat. They found they had reserved on the smallest catamaran there with three others... Parm, Tanya and Lance.

"Well, ahoy there!" Tanya shouted, waving, sitting on the deck. "How are you this afternoon!"

"Hi Tanya!" Gere said, Are you three also on this tour?"

"You could say that." Parm chuckled from underneath the deck and between the hulls, inspecting the craft, "Tanya and I own it. Unfortunately we don't have long, we're awaiting a trio for a tour."

"A trio under the name of Golais, perchance?" Gere smiled.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Tanya said, hopping down from the deck.

"That's... ummm... kinda us." Gere replied, feeling the dagger of glares from his girlfriend and sister.

"Then it looks like it's just us." Parm said, untying the mooring. "We had to turn away our other two customers for the afternoon tour. They were so drunk they couldn't even stand."

Chelsea sighed, "My day can't get any worse. Let's have some fun." She walked up the gangplank with Solara and Gere right behind her.

Tanya informed the group of all the necessary safety procedures and had them put on their strap-like auto-inflating floaters that looked like harnesses of platic filament. She went back to the wheel and signalled to her brother and Parm.

Parm and Lance shoved the craft off and hopped from the dock to the deck, looking like they had their sea legs moving easy as the craft bobbed slightly.

"Once we get out to open water, we can unfurl the sail and give you all a treat." Parm said. "Thanks to Lance being here, a strong set of sailing arms can help maneuver us the old fashioned way."

"You can sail, Lance?" Chelsea asked, impressed.

He smiled proudly, "As well as working for John, I'm the safety co-ordinator for the Nanaimo Yacht Club."

The breeze got stronger and cooler as they got over deeper water. Tanya cut the engine and helped them unfurl the sails. As soon as they filled with wind, the craft really picked up speed.

"Wheeeee!" Chelsea shouted as they cleared a swell and got a bit of airtime. "This thing can really move!"

"This is something the bigger cats can't do too often, safely. We're small, but a helluva lot more fun!" Tanya shouted over the noise.

"How are you hanging in there?" Lance asked Solara. "You're looking a little off."

She gave him a look between embarrassment and hurt.

He hesitated, "That's not what I meant. But I am sorry."

She opened her mouth to say something, but the only thing that came out was a belch, followed by her brunch, all over his lap.

"OH MY GODDESS! I'm so sorry!" Solara shouted and began crying. Chelsea and Gere came over to see what the fuss was about.

"It's all right!" lance said laughing. "That's the third time this week it's happened to me on this boat and it's probably going to happen a couple more before I go home."

Solara's tears gave way to a chuckle, as she was handed a towel by Tanya and she cleaned herself up. Lance grabbed another set of shorts and a tee shirt from the small cabin and changed.

"Do you have anything to settle her stomach?" Gere asked Tanya, who was wiping the deck, obviously as a routine duty.

She stopped and pondered a moment, "Nothing I think for Pegasiians. Sorry."

"Actually, we do." Parm said as she secured the mainsail boom with a line. She went in the small cabin and came out with an injector pen.

Parm felt along Solara's neck for her vein, then pressing the pen against her neck and with a 'click' and a wince from Solara, who rubbed the spot.

"Wow, I feel a lot better. Thank you!" She said after a few seconds.

"What was that stuff? I should keep some on hand when she has far too much pizza." Gere said with a smile.

Parm looked at him for a moment, then handed him the pen. He looked at the ampoule loaded in it and squinted, "Di-men-hy... something... inhibited... for veterinary use only."

He handed it back to her then turned to his sister. He stopped in mid stoop to her, straightened up and turned to Parm, "VETERINARY?" he shouted, eyebrows raised.

"It's similar to the anti-nausea medicine for humans, but for polygastric creatures. Pegasiians do have a double stomach, correct?"

"Well, yes." Gere conceded. "But doesn't veterinary mean for animals?"

Parm sighed, "The only polygastric creatures native to earth are animals. And frankly, the same medication.... I mean the SAME to the MOLECULE that is specifically for Pegasiians, costs two-hundred times the price of this 'gassy goat' medicine." She explained passionately and returned the pen to the first aid kit in the cabin.

Gere shrugged, "Well, I understand being a cheapskate."

The remaining voyage was uneventful for tragedy, but filled with fun and lasted six hours instead of the one hour promised by their business ad.

The tide was lower when they arrived at dusk, so Gere and Chelsea helped Lance and Parm beach the craft for the night and tie it off to its moor.

Lance helped Solara off the boat, "So little sweetie, are we all good now?"

"Yeah, we sure are." She kissed him.

"C'mon Lance, we need to go home!" Tanya said, looking tired from the long day. "We have customers at 0800."

Parm gave a huge sigh and let her hair down, "It was so nice seeing you all again, but I have to get going too." She gave Chelsea a hug. "We need to catch up. Hope to see you again before you leave."

"Actually, I need my old teacher's advice. So when can we meet? We're only here for one more day." She replied.

"Well, we do have customers at 0800, so come by at 0700. We'll be here preparing the boat." Parm said as Chelsea nodded. She gave her a hug and rejoined the others.

"How ya feelin', kid?" Gere asked his sister.

"Sooo, tired!" She replied. "I'm cleaning up, then heading to bed."

"She's been dozy ever since that shot. I'm surprised she lasted this long." Gere said, taking Chelsea's hand. "How about you?"

"I'm starving!" She said emphatically. "I want room service. How about you, have a good time?"

"I had a blast! I think I might go sailing with Lance when we get back." He said excitedly.

Chelsea smiled, "Are you a Capricorn, by chance?"

Gere looked puzzled, "What's a Capricorn?"

"Terran astrology. Its symbol is a sea goat!" She chuckled.

"Ha... ha... ha." He said and gave her bottom a pat. "I guess if we're going to be here for a while, we should convert our birthdays to your calendar. It might even be today, for all I know."

Back at the room, Chelsea studied the room service menu. "Maybe some of that Spanish chicken?" She pondered.

"At least you eat that cooked." Gere said sarcastically. "But it gives you gas. You go sleep with Solara tonight if you do."

"What about you?" She asked. "Shall I have them send up a roll of turf for you to graze on?"

Gere pounced on her and began tickling her, making Chelsea squeal. "How about I have a nummy little vixen for a snack?" He said as he nibbled her neck.

She giggled, "Mm, Captain Golais is boarding!"

"Yahrrr, I be that!" He said and removed her bikini top, tossing it on the floor.

She pressed his head against her breast as he sucked on her nipple, "Mm, Honey, Solara will be done her shower soon."

He grinned, "Ye wants plundering quickly? Yer Captain can oblige!"

He removed her wrap around off her waist and untied her bikini bottom, damp with her readiness and on his knees, placed her legs over his shoulder and slipped in deep, making her moan with pleasure as he did.

His thrusts were quick and his balls slapped against Chelsea's ass forcefully as she panted in time with them.

Her panting turned into grunts as he gave her several firm rams, the tip of his penis pressing against her cervix. Unique to her species, as she came close to orgasm, her cervix dilated slightly, ready to receive her lovers seed.

Gere held back his orgasm and waited for that feeling of full acceptance he got whenever he pushed this deep into his girlfriend, whom he now loved. Despite being a 'quickie', this was a special moment, a moment of consummating of the Sien'breah that was tradition for his people.

He felt the deeper penetration and pulsing tightness around the tip as he was as deep and as closely tied as a male could be with a female of her kind. Just as well, as he could no longer contain himself. He felt the swell inside of him give way to intense pleasure, feeling his streams escape his body, filling the vixen he loved.

Chelsea's eyes rolled back and she gripped the bed tight enough to tear the sheets. She gave muted screams of pleasure as her body gave in to full climax the moment she felt the tingling warmth his sperm fill her innermost centre of intimacy.

Gere could feel her cervix closing about him tightly, her body having received what it needed and her orgasm began to subside. He still pulsed with the last stage his orgasm in a lower intensity, his testicles no longer tightened against him, having delivered their precious cargo.

He placed her legs on either side of his and lay on top of her, both breathing heavily, looking deep and lovingly into each others eyes.

She stroked his head, "I love you!" being whispered by both.

A minute later, he naturally slipped out of her and they held each other lovingly. "This felt special. More so than any other time." She said, looking at the ceiling dreamily.

He kissed her tenderly, "It was for both of us, then."

*SNXXXXXXXX*

Their moment was interrupted by the sound of raucous snoring from the bed beside them. Solara was out for the count on her back, laying naked atop a towel and her hair still wrapped in another.

Gere started laughing and Chelsea flushed with embarrassment. "How long do you think she watched us?" Chelsea asked.

"Long enough to decide sleep was more important, I guess" he was still chuckling. "Any ways, we have sex in front of her all the time on the set. Why so shy?"

"Because this is our time." She said kissing him.

Getting up a few minutes later, Chelsea stood before Gere with her hands on her hips, "Hey! You went and took advantage of my weakened state..."

Gere looked at her blankly and cocked his head.

"I'm still hungry. Feed me!"

They chuckled. "Order with my tablet. It's on the desk." He replied. "I could use a Caesar salad and a deep fried veggie platter, myself."

She picked up Gere's tablet to put in the order. "Honey, did you not take this with you today?" She held it up.

"No, why? I didn't want to loose it overboard or get it drenched."

"There's a message for you." She handed it to him.

Gere tapped the screen a couple of times, "Hmm, it's from dad. He wants me to call him at his office tomorrow."

He handed it back to Chelsea and smiled, "That's a good sign! Tonight's our night. Don't worry."

She just smiled. Though the ugliness of her first meeting with his mom came fully back to mind, her warm feelings for Gere would not be washed away so easily.

6 - Truth is Spelled "TNT"

It was 0700 and the chilly morning breeze on the beach was a welcome sensation. Chelsea thought to herself, she should get up this early every morning, especially on her holidays this far south.

She walked carefully along the sand, carrying a tray of coffee's. Ten minutes later, she arrived at the catamaran that Parm and Tanya owned.

The ladies and Lance were already there, checking the hulls or cleaning topside. "Ahoy there!" Lance said from halfway up the mast, as he was inspecting the lines. Despite advances in technology leading way to near maintenance free and tear-proof sails, rigging and construction materials, sailing a small craft was still much an exercise in manual control and much of the boat was still rigged as it would have been, 300 years ago.

Lance's shout got the attention of the girls, "Good morning!" Parm and Tanya said. "Please tell us those cups are for sharing?"

"They are!" Chelsea said cheerfully and handed then the tray of cups, keeping one for herself.

"A most welcome treat!" Tanya said as she sipped from her cup, then added sugar and cream that Chelsea also brought.

"That makes what, three this morning alone?" Parm said to her. "Looks like Lance and I will be sailing and you'll be peeing all day."

Tanya just shrugged and smiled and took her cup and Lance's on deck.

"So hun, what did you want to talk about? Still having decision problems?" Parm said after a few sips.

"Well, yeah. I thought my decision was made when Solara and Lance hit it off. But between it being alcohol induced on her end and something went sour between them, she was all apologizing to me and asking forgiveness." She sighed and shook her head. "To make matters worse, Gere told me he loved me. We celebrated something called a Sien'breah, when a couple first announce their love for each other."

Parm was nodding her head. "Does Solara know about his declaration of Sien'breah?"

"Know? She was ecstatic! She was texting her friends on Pegasi the good news." Chelsea said, confused.

"I hate to say it Chelsea, but you DO have a problem." Parm said with an expression of knowledge of such things.

Chelsea looked at her as if that was something she did not want to hear. "Oh, do I want to know what you mean by that?"

"Has he introduced you to his parents?"

Chelsea looked downhearted, "I met his mother over video link, she acted as if he fell in love with a deadly fish or something. She hung up on us."

Parm scrunched her face, "Ouch! What about his dad?"

"His dad texted him to call him at his office this morning. He said that's a good sign."

Parm smiled reassuringly, "Actually, that is a good sign. Pegasiians aren't too different than humans for rearing children. When one parent wants to speak to one alone on a matter such as this, it's usually for clarification and not condemnation."

Chelsea smiled, "I feel a little better about that now."

"But Solara might have a curve ball for you." Parm said as Chelsea winced. "She may also declare a Sien'breah towards you. How do you feel about her?"

Chelsea's eyes went wide at that thought. She gulped and looked around as if to see if anyone was listening. "I... ah.... we.... kinda have wild sex on the side."

Parm's eyebrows jumped up, "You didn't exactly answer me the other night. Does Gere know or even suspect?"

Chelsea shook her head with a guilty expression.

"Then you can hope for Solara respecting yours and his Sien'breah. You two will just have to be friends minus the benefits. Because if she also declares a Sien'breah for you, it will be a direct challenge to her brother for your heart."

Chelsea looked desperate, "I can't let that happen!"

Parm rubbed the side of Chelsea's face sympathetically, "You may not have a choice. That's the downside of interspecies relationships. Cultural traditions regarding love can be the strongest and therefore the most difficult for another race to deal with."

Chelsea closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. She opened them and looked at Parm, realizing she maybe in over her head on this one. "So what happens if Solara does declare a Sien'breah?"

"Well, the choice becomes yours. During the Sien'breah, the party who has the affections of the two or even more suitors, must choose between them."

"What if I choose neither, in order to keep the friendship?" Chelsea asked hopefully.

"It doesn't work that way, hun. It's a winner-take-all-or-nothing in their way."

Chelsea straightened with a smile, "And what if I choose both?"

Parm smiled, "That's unprecedented in their culture.... but while uncommon, isn't unusual in either Terran or Canisian. It looks like you have a plan if that happens."

Nodding with a sly expression, "I do. It will piss his mother off too for insulting me."

Chelsea thanked her and gave her a hug. "So, how did you end up down here and being a tour operator?"

Parm laughed, "There is a LOT of psychology that goes into marketing and dealing with customers. Can't say I really changed occupations. But after my second marriage tanked, I was in a depression and was about to loose my job with the school anyway. Tanya, a freshly graduated student with an entrepreneurship major said she was going to start her life by going wherever her catamaran took her. She invited me along to try and cheer me up. By the time we arrived in San Diego, we had a solid friendship and already had the business planed out."

"That's so impressive!" Chelsea said happily. "I thought this was your boat."

Tanya arrived to overhear the last thing Chelsea said, "My boat, but Parm's money getting the business going. So, it's ours." Tanya raised an eyebrow at Parm, "Speaking of business, Miss chitty-chat?"

"I have to go work, Chelsea. But guaranteed I'll come visit you in the winter, when the weather is too rough for this little cat to sail and the die hard surf boarders are clogging the beach anyway."

"That makes two of us!" Tanya said cheerfully and hugging Chelsea. "I try to visit Lance when the weather turns nasty. We'll both fly up and bug you and the crew."

"I guess I'll see you all next week?" Lance said from the deck, waving.

"Count on it!" Chelsea said and waved.

--

Gere began to feel cold. He opened one eye and saw on the chrono beside him it was 0710. He groggily remembered that Chelsea was to meet Parm on the beach at 0700. He closed his eyes again and rolled over. While reaching for the blankets, he felt someone beside him. He felt a large, soft breast on his chin and didn't have to open his eyes to know his sister again couldn't resist the warmth of Chelsea's vacant spot. But he wasn't going to be fooled twice and just snuggled against her platonically.

"Is Chelsea back?" A groggy voice came from beside him.

"Hmm? No, she probably just left." He said and buried his face back in the pillow.

"What do you think they're talking about?"

Gere sighed, "I don't know. Go sleep or go back to your own bed."

"What's the Terran customs on love?"

Gere moaned. When his sister got this chatty, sleep time was inevitably over. "What's on your mind, Solara?" He said in a tone that he really didn't want to know, but it was his 'brotherly duty' to listen.

"Back home, I'd know when I was loved back. How will I know here?"

Gere held her hand and smiled, "Love and sex, love and sex. You sound like a teenage girl."

She scowled at him, "I am a teenage girl."

"Exactly." Gere said. "Just enjoy life and let the love you want, find you."

Feeling that he satisfied his sister's curiosity, he rolled onto his back and tried to go back to sleep.

"OOOF!" Gere was rudely woken out of a dozing state with a weight on top of him.

He opened his eyes to see Solara laying on his belly, big toothy grin on her face. "Hey, wanna get some breakfast before the carnivore?"

"What has got into you this morning?" Gere said most annoyed.

She got up and looked hurt, "Just antsy, that's all. You don't have to yell at me." She went into the washroom, crying.

Gere sat up in bed and shook his head, "What the hell is with all the females since this vacation began? Solara and mom emotional, Chelsea acting jealous, this Parm showing up out of nowhere, what the hell?"

He rubbed his head and got up. He remembered he had to call his dad that morning and decided to freshen up before doing so to look presentable. Fortunately the wash basin was outside the washroom and could be used with his sister holed up in there.

"Morning dad! You left a message for me to call?" Gere asked, knowing the likeliness of the topic.

Gere's dad responded cheerfully, "Good morning, son! How's the vacation. Relaxing?"

Gere smiled, "Interesting to say the least. One minute fun, the next...." He shrugged and rolled his eyes.

Gere's dad laughed, "Well son, you're stars now. You have to expect a bit of what Terrans call a 'soap opera' lifestyle to follow you."

"You know about that?" Gere said shocked and feeling a blush wash over his face.

"A co-worker informed me. Frankly I'm not surprised by Solara, but that you'd be in it too. Then I saw that absolutely beautiful co-star of yours and I put two and two together pretty quickly." Gere let out a sigh of relief at his dad's words. His senior continued, "Son, I've always believed love is love and I'm glad you found someone to celebrate the Sien'breah with you. I'd like to discuss this in depth, but I don't have time right now. Just tell me that you indeed love her and aren't infatuated."

Gere smiled, "Yes, yes dad, I do. She is very special to me and why I've spent so much time with her."

His dad nodded and smiled, "Let me talk to your mother. I'm sure we can have a get together, all of us not soon after your return."

"Thanks dad. You've been a wonderful support. I hope neither of you think otherwise."

"Thank you for saying that. It means a lot." His dad replied. "One more thing I want to ask, though. How does Solara feel about Chelsea?"

Gere was surprised by the question, "They get along great. Most times like they're best of best friends."

His dad looked ponderously, "Uh-huh. That's good, I guess. We'll talk more when you return. have a good morning!" The connection was cut.

"Good he guesses?" Gere said to himself, confused. He placed his tablet on the table.

"Gere?" Solara's voice came from behind him, startling him.

He gave a little gasp and got up. She still looked like she was going to cry. "Solara, I'm sorry I snapped at you." He hugged her and she gave a sob. "I'll try and be more patient with you."

"No, no you won't. You'll hate me." She said and began crying again.

He stroked her head, "No, no, I could never hate you. You're my sister. Why would I hate you?"

"Please...." She said broken between tears, "Swear to me you won't hate Chelsea. She's the best thing there's ever been for you."

"What? Come, come..." He said as he sat her down on the edge of the bed and sitting beside her, consoled her with hugs and kisses on her head. "What are you talking about?"

She collected herself and did her best to hold her head up and look him in the eyes. "Chelsea... Chelsea and I..."

He held her face and smiled tenderly, "What is it, my little sister. You've always trusted me. Trust me again."

She closed her eyes, as if building courage. She opened them again and said barely above a whisper, "We've been having an affair..... with each other"

It was as if time stopped.

--

Chelsea returned to the room quietly, expecting the others to still be asleep and placed her coffee cup in the recycler.

She found Gere and Solara sitting beside each other on the side of the far bed, their backs to her. "Oh! I thought you two would still be in dreamland."

Solara got up and ran to her and gave her a hug. Her face was wet, still tears in her eyes. "Solara, what's wrong?"

"Chelsea, come here please." Gere said quietly.

Chelsea walked slowly over to him and sat down in a chair opposite him. He was staring blankly to the window behind and beside her.

"Gere?" She said quietly.

He turned slowly to her and looked at her with an indecipherable expression. He just stared at her for a moment. "Why... why did you not tell me?"

She knew that everything was now in the open and in a way she had not expected it to be. She was lost. "I... don't know what to say?"

Gere's expression hardened somewhat, "How about the truth. All of it."

Chelsea lowered her head, shamefully. "It started.... a few months back. We were both.... curious about each other. When Solara and I were on set for that scene where she was taking advantage of me tied up, it was... good."

She looked up and Gere's expression was still frozen at her. She averted her eyes and continued, "I was curious at how curious she was in going.... all the way with me. I had some reservations, but I also wanted to overcome them. We had an interlude and it was.. great." She lowered her head again and covered her face.

"And?" Gere said softly, despite his expression.

"And... she kind of got me more out of my shell. We enjoy each other's company that way. I got addicted to her." She forced herself to look at him. She began to cry as she did. "I am not forgiveable, so I won't ask."

Gere silently got up and walked to his sister, who was sitting on the other bed, her back to them, wiping quiet tears. "If you love Chelsea, I will bow out. I will not challenge my family, even for someone I love." He continued on into the shower.

The girls were quiet for a while, the only sound being an occasional sob from one of them. Chelsea broke the silence, "I guess this is it, huh? The party is over."

"This is all my fault." Solara said, getting up and walking over, sitting across the table from Chelsea. "I've ruined it for my best friend and my brother."

Chelsea rubbed Solara's hand consolingly, "Hearts do as they do sometimes. We can't always control who we fall for. It's a hard, grown-up lesson we've just learned."

They didn't speak any more until Gere came out, showered and dressed.

"I'm going to get breakfast." He said plainly and grabbed his tablet. "Given that you are both broke, I suggest you accompany me."

Without words, the trio had breakfast. Gere read news, Solara had a look of intense thought and Chelsea, she just nibbled at her food and more or less twirled her fork around in it.

"Enough of this bullshit." Solara said, slamming her fork down. "Walk with me, both of you." She said in a tone that she was not taking no for an answer.

They followed her out through the patio and onto the beach. For someone with short legs, she was proving difficult to keep up with. "Look around as we walk. Pay attention to what you see in the patrons as we go."

They walked for 20 minutes, Solara stopped and turned around.

"What have you observed?" She said, sounding like a teacher.

"People baking and burning in the sun." Gere said with some annoyance.

"People being a lot more happier than we are right now." Chelsea said.

"I see couples, singles and what else?" Solara asked as the others looked around, then back at her confused.

She pointed to a human trio on the beach, two men and one woman. One man lay on his back, the woman in his arms. The other man was laying his head on the back of the woman's leg and giving the occasional kiss to the back of her thigh.

"Lance told me that I mumbled about our situation after we made love. He said a relationship of three isn't unheard of." Solara said matter of factly.

"It won't work!" Gere snapped and waved his arms. "I cannot share love with another, especially my own sister!"

"Gere, you have Chelsea's love and she has yours. That's been made clear. Chelsea and I share sex. That's it!"

Gere glared at Solara, sifting through his mind for an argument, but not finding one.

"You remember what it was like, sharing Asha." Solara said in a calmer voice and giving a smile at the fond memory.

"Asha?" Chelsea asked, finally speaking up. "You shared an old girlfriend before, did you?"

"She wasn't my girlfriend." Gere said out the side of his mouth and glaring again at Solara.

Solara smiled to Chelsea, "She was mine."

Gere threw his arms up in the air, then sat down on the sand and leaned back against a log. "Don't stop, tell her everything. Seems today is the day for skeletons to fall out of closets, walls, ceilings and raise from the floor boards."

The girls also sat down on the sand, forming something of a circle.

"Remember those two friends I spoke to you about, the ones that taught me everything?" Solara said and Chelsea nodded. "Asha was one of them. I met Asha on a forum where students go to blow off steam and rant about each other. She used it for social research. I had been complaining about my boyfriend, my first, who knew nothing other than push in, drop a load and fall asleep. That's partly why I was such a chronic masturbator, I had to get off somehow! After a bunch of lame advice from my peers, Asha messaged me about the ancient arts, chhira. Reading that would benefit both of us."

"Sounds like Kama Sutra, as we know it. You'd probably love it." Chelsea said with a smile.

"Is there pictures?" She shrugged, "Because ours didn't. Text, text, text. A footnote said pictures weren't provided, as the partners were to use their imagination. Well, as a stupid, inexperienced school kid, your imagination doesn't cover sex well, at least for us girls. Gere on the other hand had no problem describing his interpretations for me of that."

They giggled as Gere attempted to look innocent.

"I went to share what I learned with my boyfriend. Big jerk wanted no part of it. Asha thought I may have been doing something wrong. I asked her over and we went over the material. She demonstrated how I should have felt."

"And they continued that for about a year." Gere said. "Didn't seem to care too much for each other as social friends, but when it came to sex?" He whistled, "You would have sworn they were honeymooners."

"I thought you told me that Solara was the one watching while you made out with the girls?" Chelsea asked Gere with an eyebrow raised, now thinking he was exaggerating his escapades.

"You tattle tale!" Solara shouted as Gere face palmed. "Well, yeah, that was later. But when Asha and I were exploring our sexuality, Mr. Playboy here was still a virgin."

"And you sought to embarrass me in front of her with that fact too, you little shyster!" Gere said with a grin. "But it blew up in your face!"

Solara laughed. "Yes, I did try and mock Gere. Instead of snickering like my other female friends would have, Asha said this was the perfect opportunity to learn the four basic principles of male-female chhira. First, there was the Calming. making sure you and your lover's minds were relieved of the days stress. Second was the Excitement. The equivalent of foreplay. Third was the Passion and forth was the Appreciation. The mushy mush and cuddling after. It wasn't like 'live porn' she performed on Gere, it was art in action."

"That sounds quite beautiful!" Chelsea said. "Gere does all those things with me. Makes me feel important to him."

"You are important to me." Gere said. "Why I take this issue so seriously."

"Well Brother, I will not stand in your way then." Solara said and got up. "Let your Sien'breah remain pure." She slowly began to walk back to the resort.

Chelsea moved beside Gere and leaned her head on him, "So, does this mean we aren't breaking up?"

Gere held her. "This means we aren't breaking up."

"Do you forgive me?" Chelsea asked softly, her face still betraying that she did not expect forgiveness.

"I have not decided...." Gere began as Chelsea interrupted.

"I understand." She said.

Gere began again, "I now have not decided.... if I should interrupt your chhira."

"What? How do you mean...." Chelsea asked confused.

"I had not thought about it for a while. Recalling now reading the texts to Solara, I think I understand what was going on." He rubbed his chin, "One of the actual practises of the ancient art often involved a married couple. A female sometimes sought another female companion. Often the husband watched, sometimes even participated."

Chelsea looked at him surprised, "I have to read this text! Sounds like an ancient Japanese practice we read about in social studies. It was racy stuff."

Gere smiled.

7 - The Meeting

The time for the meeting arrived. Ever since their return home, Chelsea had dreaded this. She was nervous. She was shaking, sweating and fidgeting the whole ride to Gere's and Solara's parents apartment building.

"Is there a washroom in the building before we get to your parents place?" She asked.

"You've peed three times since we left your apartment. You're not this nervous before a shoot on set!" Solara stated.

They went up the stairs of the old and humble building. Solara ran her key three times over the door lock before it registered it and opened. "'Three times lucky' we've nicknamed the lock." Chelsea gave a chuckle and gave last minute corrections to her dress.

"Mom, dad? We're here!" Solara shouted, making Chelsea jump.

"In the living room, Solara." A woman's voice said evenly.

The three approached the living room and her father stood up. Gere stepped forward and waved his hand as he did the introductions, "Mom, dad, I'd like you to meet Chelsea, my love. Chelsea, this is Aerton and Riah Golais."

Aerton stepped forward with a smile and held his hand out, "A pleasure to meet you, Chelsea." She shook his hand and smiled shyly.

Riah stood and as she did, her face filled with fear, "I... I... nice to meet you." She visibly gulped.

Chelsea did a simple curtsey to her.

"I'm happy to meet you both, but I can't say I'm not terrified in doing so." She gave a nervous smile and wave.

"You're... terrified... of us?" Riah asked. "Weren't your people bent on conquering and enslaving us?"

"Riah!" Aerton snapped, "This is not the time for such discussion."

Chelsea looked down as Gere held her. "Mom, I don't think...." He began as Chelsea waved her hand.

"It's OK, Gere. I've faced this a few times." She stepped forward slowly and looked at Riah in a gentle manner, "Mrs. Golais, I am Terran. I was born and raised in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory. I have never even been to Canisius and do not consider myself Canisian, other than in body. I know my history and it is as alien to me as it is to an average Terran." She paused a moment and took Gere's hand. "My ancestral history is no more severe than the humans. I ask you judge me for my actions alone, not ones of those light years away and decades in the past." She lowered her eyes again.

Riah did not say any more, but sat back down and looked more contemplative, rather than fearful.

"Well, I for one am honoured to be one of the very, very few Pegasiians to meet a Canis... I mean Terran of Canisian heritage. I can see why my son has been charmed by you." He held his hand out towards her and looked at Gere, "She's absolutely beautiful! She's spirited, yet feminine. Son, you've done well."

"Thanks, dad!" Gere said proudly.

"Now, it's customary at the Sien'breah announcement that all parties dine together. I have researched that your people are carnivorous, Chelsea? I have made reservations at a Terran steak house."

"Dad, you are far too generous. Can you afford that?" Solara blurted out.

Aerton looked at her sharply and she stepped back.

"Mr. Golais, I understand. We could have pizza and I would be happy." Chelsea offered him an exit.

He smiled at her, "You are kind. Again, I am honoured. I'm sure Gere has left no secrets from you. Yes, we are.... less fortunate financially. But when those at my office heard of my son's Sien'breah, especially the humans, they kindly donated enough for a good time this evening."

They sat at the table in the popular and noisy restaurant. Chelsea had ordered an exquisite stew of meat and potatoes, hoping it would be the least offensive to the Golais elders, who each ordered a large bowl of vegetarian soup and plenty of bread. Gere and Solara had their favourite treat of deep fried vegetables, dips, fruits and roasted potato with cheese.

"Son, you're going to get fat eating like that." Gere's mom said, breaking her silence since her comment earlier towards Chelsea.

"I'll make up for it later. My job as an... errrr... entertainment specialist has me working out." Gere said, looking quite pleased with himself with the improvisation. Solara almost choked on her dinner.

"What about me, mom. Aren't worried that I'll get too fat?" Solara said sarcastically.

"Dear, you know that our physiques are required to bear healthy children." Riah said.

"That sounds interesting. I'm not familiar with Pegasiian maternity." Chelsea asked, trying to find a common conversation ground with Riah.

"Well, unlike most species that we know of, like the humans, our young in the womb do not get nutrients directly from the mother's bloodstream. They absorb it through the mother's fatty tissues. That way they are protected from any blood borne toxins or illnesses." She replied as if happy to educate Chelsea.

"How unusual and how wonderful. I guess that means you have a very low mortality rate amongst children?"

"Second lowest next to our cousins, the Equuleusian's. Their relaxed and natural lifestyle makes them the healthiest beings in all known space so far." Riah replied.

"Unfortunately, the shortest lived." Aerton added. "Humans are the biggest abusers of their own bodies and live second longest, next to what we know of that new species discovered, the Serpens."

"I hope you forgive my fearful outburst earlier, Chelsea..." Riah said to her with a smile, "How many children does your species normally have? I would like to learn about you.... from someone like you."

Chelsea smiled, "Yes Mrs. Golais, I understand and I forgive." She wiped her mouth with her napkin and explained, "My ancestors are from a very harsh world, geologically speaking. Mortality rate was very high until a few millennia ago, so giving birth to three or four per pregnancy isn't uncommon. Most families are from five to twelve children."

"Amazing!" Riah said. "How does one mother raise so many children?"

Chelsea gave a chuckle, "Like old Dutch mothers did, space out the pregnancies so the older children can help. The father's take a large part in helping too, when they are home."

"Aerton was invaluable when I gave birth to these two. He was so dedicated that he took the maximum time off from his duties."

"Sounds like you have the perfect, loving, family." Chelsea said.

"That's what we've been telling them our whole lives." Solara commented.

Her parents smiled, but went quiet.

"That's a good thing, isn't it?" Chelsea said. "Sounds like you have a family most human families strive for."

Gere and his dad looked at each other for a moment. "It's OK dad."

"You're definitely a lovely lady, Chelsea. But as Gere has explained, social status is still extremely important to our people and culture, regardless of what's on paper. I have failed miserably in that aspect." Aerton said to her.

"Well Mr. Golais, maybe like me, you are truly home, then? I know I feel free from the cultural downsides my parents speak of their home world." Chelsea said encouragingly.

Aerton smiled and nodded, "Miss Chelsea, I think we may be two of a kind. At least in philosophy."

As the evening ended, the group exchanged pleasantries and Chelsea and Riah were making friends. Riah even hugged Chelsea.

"My dear, you are so soft!" Riah exclaimed. "Even your hands. I didn't expect that."

Chelsea gave a smile, "Thank you, I do my best."

"I think mom expected you to be sandpaper and snarling teeth." Solara laughed.

"Solara!" Chelsea said shocked, "I think we've made progress tonight." She stroked Riah's elbow and she didn't flinch.

"Indeed!" Riah said. "Daughter, it's harder for us older ones to understand and accept. I think I've done well, with Chelsea's help." She gave Chelsea another hug.

"Before we part, can I speak alone with you two?" Aerton said to his son and Chelsea, who nodded and followed him a few paces away for privacy on the sidewalk outside the restaurant.

"This may not be the time or place, but I have a concern about Solara." Aerton began. "Solara seems a bit too... friendly shall I use the phrase, towards you, Chelsea. I don't want her disrupting your Sien'breah."

Gere and Chelsea looked at each other, hoping this would not come, especially on the night of her first meeting them.

"How so, Mr. Golais?" Chelsea asked, trying to force his hand to spare her and Gere.

"My daughter, she, well..." He rubbed his hand through his hair and looked back at her talking with her mom, "She has unusual drives and thirst for a knowledge of certain things for one so young."

"There's nothing to worry about, dad. Everything has been dealt with." Gere said, reassuringly.

Aerton nodded, but looked unbelievingly.

"Solara's 18, dad. Likely she'll find someone nice to fall in love and lead her own life." Gere said.

"You made me feel somewhat better about this." Aerton said, getting up.

"Well it's about time you rejoined us." Solara said snarky and poked her brother's stomach.

"Well, Aerton?" Riah asked. He nodded.

"Gere, Chelsea, your Sien'breah has our blessing. Live, love and enjoy." Riah said as Gere kissed his mom's cheek and thanked her and Aerton kissed Chelsea's cheek.

Solara bounced up and down and clapped, "Celebration time!"

"We'll leave you kids to do that." Aerton said as the bus arrived and he and Riah got on. They waved and thanked them again as it drove off.

"Wow! From mom nearly feinting to giving her blessing. You should be a diplomat, Chelsea." Solara mused. "So, when do we meet your parents?"

Chelsea's eyes went wide, "That... may prove to be more difficult than tonight's meeting. But, I can try."

The three of them began to walk back to the transit exchange. Chelsea taking Gere's arm, her other around Solara, who had her arm around Chelsea's waist.

"You know what, Honey?" Chelsea asked as both Gere and Solara responded, "What's that?" and laughed.

"I need a vacation, from that vacation we had." All three were in agreement.