Colony Bk. 01

"Come on, I'll finish what the weird girl started." She said turning to leave.

"I think I'm done for the night. That was weird enough for me." He answered.

"Well, when you want to release all that tension into what's under this towel, I'll be in my room." She walked out of the kitchen. Cyrus stood still, feeling lost.

Justine walked up to her room, holding her towel- wondering how long it would take Cyrus to make his way to her. She passed Edie's room and the door was cracked. She leaned in to say something and stopped.

Through the crack in the door she saw Edie, still naked, face down in her pillow with a finger knuckle deep inside her masturbating. Her visible butt, folds and legs were smeared with the gloss of wetness as was her hand and she was making all kinds of noises.

"Maybe he should spend the night here instead." She thought. She wanted to leave but she couldn't stop watching. Seeing Edie being torn up with lust, helpless to the feeling of her own fingers was too much to walk away from. Justine bit her lip, forced herself from the moment, and walked to the next room.

Ch. 3: Friction

Laying on her bed, towel around her, Justine waited. If Cyrus took much longer she may be reduced to doing what Edie was busy doing right next door. She waited for what felt like forever, and fell asleep.

The next morning Cyrus was already awake and making breakfast, Beth at the table drinking coffee when Edie and Justine came down. Edie poured coffee, awkwardly avoiding Cyrus and sat down next to Beth wordlessly. Justine, leaned on the counter next to Cyrus.

"Really, you get me all riled up playing with the sweet shy girl and then leave me hanging?" She quizzed him.

"First of all." He said flipping an egg he was frying. "I didn't know you were watching. I didn't invite the... Edie, to do any of that and finally I told you I wasn't interested in doing anything because I was weirded out. This is really on you."

"Did you lie to the colony? Are you really gay? Three girls in one house- specifically housed with you so you can make babies with them- two of them throwing themselves at you- and you just go to sleep?" She said grilling him further.

"Buy me dinner next time, we'll see where it goes." He smirked at her. Beth interrupted to refill her mug.

"He still won't bang you huh?" She said holding the cup and watching the steam.

"Go away." Justine responded. Beth waved over her shoulder returning to the table.

"Be a gentleman then," She quipped, "Edie is the only around here putting out, maybe I'll see if she's game." She whipped around and grabbed a mug. She walked her coffee to the table and slouched into a chair across from Beth.

"Would you even know what to do with him once you got him?" Beth teased.

Justine glared at her. "I was hoping he'd be doing with me."

"Your approach is all wrong. The harder you push the more he'll resist. This whole arrangement runs against his principles. If you want it that bad, you need to figure out how to get him past that." Beth sipped coffee.

"Suddenly you're on my side?" Justine responded.

"No, but watching you get rejected two days in a row makes me feel bad for you." She giggled.

"I don't see you getting any attention." Justine shot back.

"I don't want any attention." Beth responded. "I won't say no to it, but I'm not soaking through my jeans for it."

Justine sulked. "The guys on my sports teams would have knocked me up by now."

"Because they'd have finished in about three seconds." Beth quipped with a laugh.

"Three seconds longer than I've gotten here." Justine replied.

Later that day their belongings arrived and Cyrus had to carry several loads of boxes and trunks up the stairs and into each of the girl's rooms. After situating the girls and moving one trunk or another box until each was satisfied he went to his room to take a shower.

He got out, dried off, and changed into issued jeans and a shirt, neither of which fit right. His clothes and belongings hadn't arrived yet, so he was forced to wear the sample clothes left at the residence.

When he came downstairs the three girls were all sitting at the table. He stopped in the doorway and looked at each of them. "Are you guys all friends now?"

"No." Came the resounding response.

"Oh. Ok..." He said uneasily, and moved cautiously through the dining room to the kitchen.

"We don't want you to have a bedroom." Beth said. Cyrus stopped and turned around.

He looked at Justine. "Did you just put your voice in her mouth? It's hot, I think, but still."

"We had a good conversation, and all concluded that as much as some of us are bothered by the arrangement, and others are insecure by it. We have obligations for living here. Us and you. It's not fair for us to shrug them, and it isn't fair for you either." Beth said.

Cyrus leaned on the wall. "I'm not shrugging anything. We've been here a whole day, and we're going to be here, together for a long time. I'd rather have real relationships with all of you before I make new people with any of you." He looked from one face to another.

"You were the most bristling person of the three when it came to this stuff, what changed?" He asked Beth.

"Edie did." She said. She looked at Edie in an attempt to prompt her to explain.

After a few moments of silence, she did. "Our stuff came with printed copies of our residence contracts. It's mostly agreements to continue the social contract, consenting to enforcement of laws and immediate marriage upon arrival but there's fine print." She reached into her lap and pulled out some pages. "In the subtext of the marriage portion the contract gives ExoCorp and the governing body of Gravida to expel us from the colony, take away aspects of our life style, reassign us to new partners or fine the family for not producing new offspring within a year. In short, one of us has to be pregnant between now and a year from now. Each of us will have to get pregnant, or one of us pregnant three times in three years. It's a baby a year obligation. So, one of us can have three babies, or we can each have one, but one a year for three years is part of the requirement for us being here."

"And they didn't tell any of you this when you signed up?" He asked.

They all shook their heads. He sighed. "Well, a year is a long time. Let's not rush ourselves any more than we need to."

"That may be ok for you. But at least two of us have nowhere else to go from here. This is it, the last chance. We think you should be able to keep the room for personal space, but the bed has to go. We want you to share with one of us at night."

Cyrus was completely expressionless. "So, is there a schedule?"

"Unclear." Beth said.

"I don't want one, I like surprises." Justine said wryly.

"I'll go take the bed down." He said moving towards the stairs.

"I'll help." Beth said following. Justine got up to follow Beth. "Yeah you will."

"I told everyone last night, I like working with wood." She said, then blushed.

"I know you do." Justine said pushing her playfully.

Beth groaned and plodded up the stairs. "Where are you going?"

"I was kind of hoping to watch you play with wood." Justine said with a smirk.

Beth groaned again, rolling her eyes. They all got to the room and realized they had none of the tools required to take the bed apart.

"Well we can still move the matress into storage." Beth said. Cyrus acceded and Beth moved to grab a corner. She bent over and was pulling the sheets when Justine decided to stir the pot.

"Damn Beth." She said and spanked Beth hard.

Beth stood up quickly and yelped. "What the hell was that for?"

"Your butt is perfect, it's the ideal spanking target." Justine said. She looked at Cyrus whose face hadn't responded.

"Are you crazy?" Beth asked angrily, and resumed tugging on the sheet corners. "Is no one going to help?"

"We're too busy looking at your ass." Justine said with deliberate point.

"My ass is doing actual work." Beth responded and finally tugged a corner free. She stumbled backward. "Who made this bed, robots?"

Justine looked at Cyrus, Cyrus was looking at Beth.

"Beth, what happened to working with some wood?" Justine asked, watching Cyrus' face.

"We don't have any tools." She replied pulling the next corner with as much force as she could manage.

"I dunno," Justine said, seeing another opening. "I bet I can find one." She grabbed Cyrus' hand and swung it forward before he knew what was happening. It collided with Beth's exposed backside with a pop.

Beth reared up and turned around. "Knock it off." She said firmly. Beth turned back around, bent back over and pulled the second corner free. Justine once again, took the opportunity to antagonize.

She moved in right behind Beth, pushed Beth's torso into the bed and started grinding on her from behind.

"Stop it!" She said, half angry half laughing.

"Come on, Beth. You said you were coming up here to work some wood." She said rocking her hips like she was thrusting. "So work some wood." She spanked Beth again.

"Cyrus, get her off!" Beth yelled.

"Yeah Cyrus," Justine followed, "Get me off." She said teasingly still grinding. "Before Beth does."

"Is he actually enjoying this?" Beth asked.

Justine turned around and looked. "He doesn't have enough blood left in his brain to speak, much less think." She spanked Beth one more time and move back. She grabbed Cyrus' hand and pulled him towards them.

Beth sat up half way. "Are you done?"

"No," She leaned against Cyrus suggestively. "If you won't play, I will." She wiggled her hips feeling Cyrus' excitement. "Don't worry, I'll finish what her butt started."

Beth stood up. "If you turn her down I'll do whatever you want."

Justine stood up on her own. "What is wrong with you?"

"Watching you get all worked up and then be disappointed is more fun than sex on drugs."

Justine groaned, stamped her foot and stormed out. Cyrus looked at Beth.

"I never turned her down." He looked out the door and back to Beth.

"I know, that's what's so great. She just assumed." Beth said with a smirk.

"Its going to have to happen eventually." He said.

"I know, but until then I'm going to relish every moment of her frustration." Beth said and started tugging on the third corner. "So what's with the gentleman thing. We're all 'married' now. Legally bound, legally obligated to reproduce. Any other guy would have ushered the four of us into one bed the moment we stepped through the door."

"The thought crossed my mind," He said stepping over and yanking the sheet corner with a sharp tug. "But part of me keeps holding me back. Tells me I'm..." He trailed off.

"You're..." Beth prompted.

"Taking advantage." He said. "I'm like almost ten years older than all of you. Just doesn't seem right."

Beth moved and let him pull the final sheet corner and they both lifted the blankets and sheets off the mattress.

"Well, that's very polite of you. But in truth, you're going to feel a lot worse if they make us leave because you felt to guilty to do what you had to."

"That's not totally true." He said and she looked at him.

"Justine could always drug me and tie me to her bed. Then it wouldn't matter how I felt." He said with a smirk. Beth laughed.

"Don't say it too loud, or she'll hear you." Beth said grabbing one side of the mattress and lifting it. "Where are we taking this?"

"I think we have a garage." He said.

"We don't have transport though." She said confused.

"I didn't say we needed a garage." He said and motioned to let him lead.

They finished with the mattress and were standing in the kitchen drinking water. Edie walked in and poured herself a glass.

"So I have to share a bed with one of you three every night?" He said.

"That's the idea." Beth said.

"Can I ask a question." He said.

"Of course." Beth answered.

"Ok, two questions. First, are you two ok with the fact that this was initially Justine's idea? Really though.

"It was a good idea." Edie said.

"She's the walking, talking nymphomaniac; makes sense she'd come up with the best idea for distributing one man amongst three women." Beth said.

"Be nice." Edie said. "She only wanted one thing out of this and she hasn't gotten it yet."

"She's the only one who wanted anything out of this." Beth said between sips.

"That's not true." Edie said with the most force she'd said anything so far. "We came for food, shelter. The possibility of family. We hit the jackpot with probably the nicest guy we could have ended up with. We got everything we came for- and we've enjoyed it since the moment we got here." She pointed to Cyrus. "There's three wives in one house and the guy cooked dinner."

Beth's look of mischief melted.

"If Justine wants sex that badly, and it's all she wants from the arrangement, I don't see why her being frustrated by not getting it is funny. You already got what you wanted."

"Where is Justine now?" Cyrus asked.

"She's in the shower." Edie said, I heard her start the water.

Cyrus moved off the counter and left the kitchen.

While his footsteps thunked up the stairs Beth looked at Edie. "What do you think the odds are that after he's done with Justine he comes to my room tonight?"

Edie raised an eyebrow. "Now you want some?"

"Justine tried really hard to stir the pot while we were moving the mattress." Beth said.

"And?"

"It totally worked. Don't tell Justine." Beth said looking at Edie. Edie smirked.

"I won't. But only because I have a feeling she's about to become a much easier going person." Edie sipped her water.

"I just hope we can't hear it. All that tension relief- she might scream."

Edie didn't say anything, but her face told Beth she had other thoughts.

Ch. 4: Impatience

Justine stepped out of her underwear. She hadn't changed into what she had brought with her and was still wearing the temporary white cotton pair left by ExoCorp. She picked up the panties and as she was setting them in the hamper noticed the inside shimmered. She'd been so worked up for two days it was showing in her underwear now. She dropped the panties into the hamper, and stepped into the jets of hot water. The water ran down her chest, streaming between her small breasts. She turned around relishing the feeling of the heat and pressure on her pale skin before leaning back to let it soak her hair.

She wiggled a little and reached down to feel herself. Just the touch of her own finger forced a small sound up from her throat. She was still soaking wet. She let her finger sit, moving it slowly her breath rising quickly with the sensation. Three girls, one guy and a mandate to reproduce and she was going to masturbate in the shower. "Unbelievable." She said to herself before another small noise forced its way out.

She let her finger wander and relished the sensations it created. Lost in the wash of tactile feelings between the shower and her finger she was completely checked out. A voice interrupted everything, jarring her.

"Need someone to wash your back?" Came a male voice.

She pulled her finger away, and quickly tried to wipe off the wetness it had collected. She leaned out of the curtain. "Cyrus?"

"Sorry, I'm all sweaty from moving my bed. Mind if I cut in. I'll help wash your back if you wash mine." He said.

He stood in only the ExoCorp complementary underwear- white underwear. She took immediate notice of the fact that he filled all the front fabric.

"Are you just here to get your back rubbed?" She asked acridly.

"I am here to not be sweaty." He said with a grin. "We can discuss what rubbing takes place as I make progress in being not sweaty."

"You can come in," She said, "Your trunks may not."

"Fair enough." He replied. She ducked back behind the curtain.

When he stepped into the shower, Justine was facing the wall. Her lightly freckled, pale back was to him, as was her athletic, butt positioned over her stick legs. He stood awkwardly, letting the water run over him, and wet his hair, turning around to get uniformly wet.

Without turning around Justine asked, "What happened to the back washing?"

"I just got in here." He protested and reached for the issued soap bar rubbing it over his hands. "Where's the wash rag?" He asked.

She looked over her shoulder with a look of shock. "Seriously?"

He shot her a taunting smile and put his palms to her shoulders and began rubbing. She sighed loudly as his hands worked soap froth up her neck and down her shoulders. He worked his hands down her back and kept them right around her hips.

"You really want this shower to be just a shower don't you?" She said with an edge in her voice.

"No," He said still rubbing his hands at her hips. "I just prefer symmetry when I wash." His hands moved around her waist to her lower abdomen and started running across her stomach, moving up to her ribs.

His palms were coarse but moved easily across her soft skin as he felt slowly up her body. His hands reached her breasts and he slid his palms onto them from underneath taking a gentle hold of them as he did. He squeezed gently and she gasped quietly, leaning into him, her butt pushing his rock-hard shaft against her back.

She was panting, wiggling her hips as he felt her chest and pinched her nipples, almost whimpering with each touch. She moved to reach back to stroke him but he moved away before she could make contact. His hands moved off her breasts, down her sides to her legs. He rubbed them with his whole hand, front and back moving up to her ass and giving her cheeks a firm squeeze.

A soft noise came from her mouth which parted as he groped her cheeks and felt them. He stood up and leaned into her so his shaft was pressed up against her back and his hand moved between her legs and started feeling her folds which were slick with her practically leaking wetness.

A moan ripped from her mouth and her hips rocked against his hand. He toyed with her twat and dipped his finger into the tight opening teasingly. She moaned steadily, her hand finally finding his cock stroking it eagerly.

The soap was all but washed away from her and Cyrus leaned in and said into her ear, "Turn off the water."

She made a sound in protest and kept stroking, grinding into his hand. He pulled his finger away from her and her wetness trailed with it. She protested breathily.

"Justine, I'm too tall and too long. If you want more than just hands we have to get out of the shower." She groaned with exasperation, leaned over and turned off the water. She didn't wait for Cyrus, she threw open the shower curtain, climbed out of the shower and laid down on the bath rug.

Her little pink nipples stood straight out and her knees were bent so he could see her little pink cunt. She covered her breasts with one hand and her pussy with the other and gave me a pouty look.

"Hurry up," She said with a rasp to her voice. "Get down here and warm me up from the inside."

Cyrus didn't need to be told twice. He got on his knees over her and pushed his tip against her opening. She wailed as he pushed in, inch by inch.

"Its so big..." She whimpered. "Oh fuck, it's so good."

He slid in and out finding a rhythm and Jutine held on moaning loudly, arms wrapped around Cyrus. Her small breasts shook with the force of each thrust and her flat stomach was flexing with pleasure.

Cyrus tried to enjoy the frantic face of the small nineteen year old ginger. She was so tight he worried about lasting. Her pussy was so wet his balls stuck to her with wet slaps. Cyrus leaned up slightly, taking a breast into his hand and feeling it. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip while her nails dug into his back.

"It's coming." She moaned into his ear. "I can't hold on... I'm going to finish."