Standing in for Dad Ch. 67

Backtracking a bit:

As planned, we had booked the Civic center as a command and control nexus for security as well as housing the dignitaries and their multitude of small security forces from each of the NATO member countries plus Russia and China at local motels.

Cheech and Chong coordinated all the security assets for the motels, festival sites, and grounds while our SEALs, along with our Marine contingent from the Mexican war, handled the security for the castle and surrounding area. No instances of any issues from dignitary clashes came to my attention during the week of the wedding so evidently the boys kept a lid on everything.

I had visited the summer festival two different times (It was a huge event covering 150 acres). The second time around, when I had Sylvia, Sue, Xi, Cathy, DD, Leesie, and Barbara with me was when we saw the greased pig chase, and the women laughed so hard they were all crying. It was freaking hilarious! The huge influx of foreign dignitaries and their entourages lost it as well.

I fully expected another 'Frog race of Calaveras County' write up by Mark Twain on the pig chase showing up all over Europe.

I also, with my women's vocal encouragement, entered into the daily milk cow judging contest held by the local FFA chapter. DD chimed in, "Harry, with you being such a connoisseur of women's breasts, judging cow teats should be a no brainier!" My women thought that was just hilarious.

I actually came in second to a local 14 year old.

Later that day when we were awarded, all the busty women of my entourage gathered around the boy and flashed a lot of skin and decolletage for the cameras. That kid was in breast heaven, let me tell you. He made a point of body hugging every one of the ladies, putting his face between their boobs, and there was no way he didn't have a healthy reaction. He kept it to himself, though. The girls loved it and the parents were laughing their asses off.

In fact, dad stated, "Now I am pissed I didn't enter and win! Well, my ladies took that as their cue and plastered their tits around the dad's face as well. Mom was still amused, knowing she was getting laid later. Being well endowed herself she knew her man well enough to know he was headed back home with her soon for an 'afternoon delight'.

All the accommodation plans went flawlessly. The boys, knowing who was out of sorts with whom, kept those factions from being close together for any length of time by redirecting groups at the fair and around town. Even segregating them with transportation and lodging.

Sylvia, of course, stayed with us, along with Trix, Debah, and Hulk.

I did enjoy one really good joke the boys pulled on the Canadian PM. Cheech hacked the Prime Minister's scheduling computer and changed his plans for visiting one of the more remote provinces for a week to a 5-day long excursion to the weddings. Even going so far as to mislabel the itinerary.

I got our embedded reporters together and gave them a heads up. "Fellas, the Canadian P. M. has no idea his plane has been diverted here for the weddings. It is payback for insults he gave to the family when we visited on a diplomatic mission as a protest against our freeing of Mexico from the Cartels. His wife is back in Toronto and he has his 'very' personal secretary with him for what he thinks is a week long vacation in one of his remote provinces."

"I know I said no embarrassing the diplomats; but this one is an exception. Consider him red meat."

The two lead reporters grinned, "We got your back, Harry. Full court press it is."

0o0

To say the Prime Minister was a bit surprised as he stepped out of his plane, which landed on the Craigg's private airfield, was a distinct understatement. The boys even made sure to have full, live, internationally broadcast press coverage and specifically let me know to be there to greet him.

I was smiling from ear to ear the whole time, killing the Prime Minister with kindness in front of the live camera feeds, treating the whole thing as a question and answer time with the Canadian Prime Minister... even going with him to his hotel to 'tuck him in'.

Reporter: "Prime Minister, does your attendance here at the weddings indicate a change in Canada's stance against those who do violence?"

PM: "There are political differences between Ambassador Walker and the Canadian government, for sure. But the political opportunities presented by all the attendees is not something to be lightly tossed aside."

Reporter: obviously enjoying the PM's unease, "We noted your absence at King Harold's funeral when there were a lot of NATO attendees, why is this different?"

PM: "Yes, well, there were important things that prevented me from attending his funeral, much to my regret. It is my hope, when I speak with Queen Sylvia, she will accept my apologies."

Reporter: "Prime Minister, It is rumored you were expecting to land in one of your provinces on an extended visit and vacation rather than attend the weddings. Would you care to comment on how you ended up here instead?"

PM: "My most sincere apologies," he spoke with a forced smile, "You seem to be badly mistaken. Where did you ever hear such a thing?"

The PM didn't wait for an answer and quickly ducked into the provided transportation with his personal secretary who was dressed very sensual/casual. As expected, his wife was notably not on the plane.

A reporter spoke into the closing door, "Prime Minister, are you having marital difficulties? Does that explain you coming to the wedding with your mistress rather than your wife?"

I entered the transport with Sylvia and two security bots, "I apologize for those reporters. The things they will ask in such accusatory ways just to get clicks on their blogs is just absurd."

The PM responded, "Why and how did you circumvent my vacation to bring me here and create such a fiasco? You know this is paramount to kidnapping a head of state!"

I laughed, "Well, after your Question and answer time in front of a live television audience, it is going to be difficult to make that assertion. As for why, you insulted me, my family, and my staff so my people thought it would be humorous. I must admit, when I found out about it I laughed my ass off."

The PM acted as if I didn't answer and looked to Queen Sylvia, "I was most disappointed at not being invited to King Harold's funeral. Might I inquire as to why that occurred?"

Sylvia just laughed, "Because you are a pompous ass and I had no no patience for nor need to enable your pettiness in a time of grief."

The PM's personal secretary harrumphed, "It seems the civility of the Norwegian noble house has diminished since the King's passing."

Sylvia smiled, "Even so, my station is still a tall mountain climb from being a sycophantic whore of a second-rate country's head moron with obvious inferiority issues."

The secretary tensed to launch herself at Sylvia. Both bots quickly shifted their positions and I lifted a finger into the air, "Ma'am, I am sure you saw the video of me vaporizing that apple when I was jilted by your lover during my recent visit to Canada. I suggest you visualize your head as an apple if you decide to follow through with your obvious intent."

She paled and quickly sat her snappy happy ass back down. "You would cause an international incident if you did."

"Yeah, like that obviously bothers me. I already absconded with the Mexican President's wife right out from under his nose, took out Mexico and sunk half of the Russian Navy. Not to mention several other assassination operations of which you may be unaware. Taking you out for physically attacking a visiting monarch in my presence wouldn't even register on the bull shit happens meter."

I looked to the PM and smiled, "As for your situation, it has been broadcast world wide now so you can either stay and enjoy the festivities now that we have gotten our hostilities out of the way or you can leave as soon as your jet can be readied for takeoff. Your four days of food and lodging at one of the nicer local hotels in the city are paid for if you decide to attempt to make the most of your situation. It is not often all of NATO's political leaders are gathered in one place."

"My security is not here."

One of the bots spoke up, "Mr. Prime Minister, M'Lady, I am more security than a small army. I will keep you both safe."

The PM raised an eyebrow, "And who are you?"

"I am an artificially intelligent security robot with," he opened and deployed his arm lasers, "enough firepower to take out a tank brigade and am in constant contact with the event's digital security infrastructure that includes weaponized drones, advanced stealth attack helicopters, F-35s, F-16 EX's, and several multi-purpose missile and laser defense sites along with undercover operatives including a whole, strategically placed, sniper network."

He retracted his lasers, "I am bullet proof up to and including 30 caliber projectiles and am a grand master of all martial arts with faster than humanly possible reflexes and strength. I have a 50-year energy life, and I am also fluent in all the world's languages and can act as an interpreter for your interactions with others."

The PM nodded, obviously impressed, "But can you be discrete?"

The security bot nodded politely, "I can."

The PM then looked to me and nodded, "Thank you for the accommodations and security. But, no more pranks or press, please."

"Done!" I smirked.

0o0

When the delegation of the Russian President arrived at the Craigg Castle, the boys let me know and I met them at the plane just as I did the Canadians. This time the press were told to behave since they had already had a serious beat down. I figured an olive branch might be a better ploy. Again, two of the security bots joined me.

As he walked off the plane, I extended my hand, "Hello, Mr. President. We are so overjoyed you decided to come for the weddings!"

He quietly responded in passable English with a heavy Slavic accent so the press would not hear, "Yes, well, after the recent catastrophe, it was decided a personal visit to test the waters was appropriate and this was the perfect cover."

Reporter: Mr. President, do you have any words for the world today?"

"Yes, I do. We are here to promote peace and understanding with the United States and NATO. We are hoping our gesture will be well received."

Reporter: "Ambassador Walker, do you have authority to speak to that today?"

"I wish to convey to the President that we and NATO would love a cessation of all hostilities and have open trade with the Russian government and people. It is time to put the past to rest and look to a mutually beneficial future."

When we entered the converted armored transportation and sat down facing each other, the President asked, "Can I confirm it was your people and not the United States itself who exploded our land based nuclear rockets while still in their silos?"

"Yes, it was my people. We thought it was an appropriate response to your government's attempt to sink the Embassy Afloat. Those primarily responsible for the attack in Washington have been eliminated. We are sincerely hoping no more escalation or responses will become necessary. Also, we have no intention of running anyone's country but we will vigorously defend family. As long as the extended family is safe, we have no issues."

The Russian President looked me in the eye and asked, "And what about our nuclear arsenal?"

"My people own all the nuclear arsenals around the world. Nuclear war is now forever off the table. Traditional forces are none of our concern. We only require national borders remain stable and if there is a need for something like warm water port access or territorial disputes, we will be happy to help negotiate terms."

"What if we want to expand our borders?"

"War will not be tolerated. Rigged voting will not be allowed as a justification for national expansion, but we would be happy to act as mediator for land purchases or treaties."

"Purchasing disputed or needed territory is not our preferred method of expansion."

"Yeah, well, trust me when I say war would be even more expensive for you."

"By the way, my associate here, by the name of Ivan, will be your security liaison while you are here."

The President nodded to his Spetsnaz companion, "He is all the security I need."

Ivan responded, "He is not connected to the intelligence or security web we have created for this event to include personnel identification, threat assessment, air support, ground support, and local cultural support. I am. Plus, I am better at everything." He looked at the hulking Spetsnaz person, "No offense meant, just stating facts."

The Russian security officer looked at Ivan and snickered, "Care to test your reflexes?"

Ivan just laughed, "Give it your best shot, no holds barred."

Without blinking an eye, the Spetsnaz officer pulled and threw a knife at Ivan's chest from 6 feet away. Ivan moved and caught the blade as it left his hand.

"I believe you may have dropped this." Ivan said as he handed the knife, hilt first, back to the security officer. "Care to try again? I promise not to catch it this time."

The security officer threw it again, without preamble, and Ivan let it hit his chest. It hit so hard it bounced back into the officer's lap with a curled tip.

"I am so sorry, please accept this as a replacement for your fine knife I ruined."

Ivan held out a 12-inch tactical knife in a forearm sheath, "This blade is made from 10,000 compressed layers of graphene scrim infused with Aluminum, Boron, Magnesium and Titanium Boride. It is sharpened to a razor's edge and can only be sharpened with diamond or laser.

The knife is perfectly balanced, and the finger groove grip is para cord wrapped around an ergonomic handle. The metal goes fully through the handle; forming a throwing ring at the end."

Ivan handed the blade to the security officer who took it, inspected it, tossed it in the air a few times, and shaved his arm hair with it. The double edged tip, reverse tanto pointed knife was a dull carbon color with almost microscopic gold lines from the layers of the substrate.

The back of the knife sported a fence cutting, short, and offset fingered edge with the fingers separated by a long cut down the center of the back forming two lines of prongs whose flat tips were level with the top of the knife.

Each line of fingers arced in opposing directions with hollow ground, sharpened edges facing each other across the cut, and were spaced so a strand of fencing could be wedged between them and the knife twisted back and forth to cut the fence.

The flat tops of the fence cutting fingers doubled as a fish scraper.

The face of the blade featured blood channels. The heft of the knife was just enough to achieve good penetration when thrown but not so heavy as to be difficult to handle or carry.

"This is a good knife. I accept it, thank you." He nodded his appreciation to Ivan and immediately belted the sheathed knife to his left forearm.

The security officer then asked, "What is your martial arts specialty?"

"I am a grand master of all forms of martial arts including Jeet Kune Do."

"Other armaments?"

Ivan popped up his forearm lasers, "These can cut a heavy battle tank in two within seconds."

The security officer raised an eyebrow, "What else?"

"Impervious to 30 mm anti-tank rounds, the strength of 500 men, faster reflexes than humanly possible, hearing greatly enhanced, and selective vision from beyond ultra violet to microwave."

The security officer then looked at the President and nodded. The President responded, "We will accept his assistance. Thank you."

"However, we require control of our nuclear arsenal be returned to us."

"Sorry, we do not trust you enough for that. Your country's history of threats and abuse and uncaring attitude towards the sanctity of human life doesn't lend itself to us trusting you with earth killing bombs. That is not negotiable."

"You realize we will develop an artificial intelligence to circumvent your control."

I smiled, "I realize you will try. I have no issue with such attempts. Just don't go killing off your best minds because they fail."

The president scoffed, "You reek of American smug superiority complex."

I shrugged, "Oh, I am worse. Even the Americans are scared of me. We had to eliminate the entire group of Joint Chiefs and others who planned the assault with you and we did it while they were in their most secure bunker with no one the wiser until after it was all over."

I looked the President in the eye, "As I said, family is off limits. This time it was just a warning. Things get more severe from here and neither the United States nor Soviet governments would survive another attempt."

"You are not the ruler of the world!"

"Oh hell no! I don't want to rule shit! You can have it! I am just saying there are limits to aggression which I will not tolerate and am fully capable of enforcing whether you like it or not. I truly could not care less which way that goes. If you try me, you pay the price. Leave me and mine alone and don't invade other countries and I will reciprocate. Simple, concise, and absolute."

"And still unacceptable."

"Don't care if it is or isn't. Frankly, I would be surprised if it was." I shrugged and smiled, "I hope you enjoy your time with us, Mr. President."

0o0

Meetings with each head of state went similarly. The non-nuclear countries praised my taking control of the nukes and the nuclear countries vehemently opposed. All of them realized they had no say in the matter... which probably influenced the non-nuclear countries' approach.

Regardless, all the leaders, including the big boys, were playing nice.

Until they weren't.

0o0

The family was all at the fair early one morning, including Xi and Sue. The Nurse was in the baby's bedroom, watching over him while he slept. Everything was peaceful and quiet.

All of a sudden, a group of Russian special operators burst into the room. The first one in saw the maid and zapped her with a high voltage stun gun and the second one moved to grab the baby. The nurse went down hard, flopping on the floor.

*No! They can't have the baby! It is innocent!* she thought to herself, being unable to speak or shout for help.

As soon as the operative lifted the baby off of the crib mat a silent alarm went straight to the security room of the castle, the crib having a hidden security button that turned off said pressure switch/alarm. An operator wasted no time. She instantly got on the encrypted house communication's frequency, "Code RED! Baby's bedroom! All units, lock down all entrances and exits and conduct a comprehensive building sweep!"

In a matter of 60 seconds from the time the alarm was set off, every entrance and exit to the castle was shut down by armed Marines. The overhead air cover, from the patrolling Embassy helicopters, immediately spotted a transport helicopter taking off from the Craigg airport that was headed straight for the castle.

One of the Apache-like helicopters radioed, "Helicopter flying towards the castle, you are entering highly restricted airspace and will be shot down before you reach your objective. You have one chance to exit the area before we open fire!"

"Negative! We are a diplomatic transport and have immunity!"

"Not here you don't! Knocking you down in 3, 2, 1... "

The helicopter ignored the warning and one of the cover helicopters released a proprietary missile which exploded over the top of the transport, knocking the helicopter out of the sky by covering its main rotor with a tungsten and carbon fiber net.

The transport still had enough lift to land without crashing, barely. Within a minute, the transport was surrounded, and the uninjured pilot was taken, under guard, to a secured underground medical facility for evaluation before being transported to the castle.

The security operations center was in the loop and one of our robots deduced, "They have kidnapped the baby and were heading to the rooftop to evacuate. Inform the Alpha SEAL unit to intercept on the roof where there is a helicopter pad."

The SEALs moved like the wind through the halls and up stairs. They met at the one entrance to the helicopter pad. The door was open to the outside and the SEALs went through the door conducting their S. O. P. for entering a hot room.

Three men in urban camouflage were on the roof, one holding a swaddled baby. The first two SEALs through the door took careful aim and killed the two not holding the baby with precisely aimed rounds.

The SEALs quickly advanced on the remaining kidnapper who pulled out a knife and held it to the baby's skin. "Any closer and this baby dies!"

One of the security bots. who had activated its full camouflage so it was invisible, came up the stairs, recognized the situation, and surged towards the remaining kidnapper. Upon reaching the perpetrator it grabbed his hand with the knife, immobilizing it, and with its other hand it grabbed the baby which was just about to fall, preventing injury to the baby.

As the bot went to the ground, it swept the perpetrator's legs as it rolled the landing, sending him to the ground while it protected the baby from the fall. The SEALs immediately rushed the falling kidnapper and secured him for interrogation.

J. W. was crying at this point from the jostling, but was physically okay.

0o0

When our security bots informed the family of what went down... let's just say the women were more pissed than the men. Penny, Barbara, Izzi, Sue, Xi, and Leesie literally had their heads explode in vitriolic anger while we men pushed it down inside so it slowly burned deep down in our hearts.

Our transport chopper met us near the fair grounds and lifted us back to the castle. No one dared talk with the women, knowing we would get their heads bitten off, and we men just were not in the mood for dealing with that at the moment.

When we landed on the helipad back at the castle, we were greeted with the Russian President, the helicopter pilot of the escape chopper, the two dead kidnappers, the live kidnapper, a squad of our SEALs, and the two security bots, one of them was Ivan. Ivan was holding the President by the arm with a strong enough grip he could not wrestle his arm away.

When we landed the women rushed the last kidnapper and the pilot, except for Sue who went for our baby, and literally beat their bodies to a paste using their chi powered fists. When they were done there were only a few fingers and toes left.

We men just stood there and watched, knowing full well we could not stop them. Truth be told, we didn't want to.

When the women were done with those two, they turned to the President with eyes of death. The President paled and at that point I took a big risk and stepped between the ladies and the President.

"I thought I made myself perfectly clear. My family was off limits and there would be hell to pay."

"You did, Ambassador, however, we felt we could use the baby as leverage to regain control of our remaining nuclear arms."

Ivan then held out the knife, "This is the same knife I offered to the President's security man in the car coming from the airport. The third kidnapper the ladies just killed was holding it to the baby's throat."

I nodded and then turned to Ivan, "Ivan, inform your fathers I am demanding every single Russian nuclear warhead to be utterly and completely destroyed. Surface all of their ballistic missile subs and explode their missiles while in the Sub. Melt down the cores of all of their attack subs as well. Allow their men to escape on their survival rafts first and arrange for their remaining surface ships to pick them up."

"When all the surface ships are in port and everyone who is going to disembark has done so, sink every military or quasi military ship in their fleet. In addition, I want every fighter and bomber in their air command destroyed along with every tank, artillery piece, and rocket launcher."

Ivan responded, "Grandfather, Dad wants to know if we have declared war on Russia?"

I looked at the President, "Only if they try this shit again. At that point, we topple the entire government and destroy their economy. They can rebuild anything except nuclear arms at this time."

I bored a hole into the President with my eyes, "You were warned about attacking my family. Next time, you die and your whole government and economy dies with you."

I motioned for Ivan to throw the President into our transport helicopter and had the rest of his entourage brought up and put inside along with plenty of warm blankets, a portable potty, plenty of water, and enough to eat for the trip.

I walked up to shut the door and said, "You should be back in Moscow within 14 hours, give or take. By then most of your capability to make war will have been destroyed. I strongly suggest you tell your military people whatever they need to hear to prevent a reprisal because that would constitute a third strike and you and your people would be permanently neutralized."

As the helicopter left, the women gathered in front of me in a half circle, every one of them bloodied and mad as a wet hens. Sue looked me dead in the eye and yelled in fury, "You let him live!?"

I laughed, "Oh hell no! He is dead as soon as he sets foot in his home country! I just didn't want the world press to give us hell for killing him while on U. S. soil."

With that, I could see the ladies decompressing a bit. Leesie spoke up, "It needs to be a slow and agonizing death."

I chuckled, "That depends on who gets to him first. I suspect he will be shot by a firing squad on the tarmac by his own military leaders."

"Ivan, all that information and video was transmitted to the entire Politburo and every other country around the world, yes?"

Ivan chuckled, "Grandpa, Dad says you know them too damn well."

I smiled, "Oh, and Ivan?"

"Yes Grandpa?"

"You and the SEALs did a damn good job saving the baby. Thank you."

At that moment, all the women started releasing their anger and began crying as they hugged the SEALs and Ivan.

I asked anyone if they had any information on the nurse and was told she was beside herself with grief but okay. She was overjoyed the baby was recovered and okay and she was on her way to us.

Just then, the nurse popped through the door and, with tears rolling down her face, ran to Sue and the baby, "I am so sorry! I tried, but I couldn't stop them!"

The women crowded around her and Sue assured her she knew it was not her fault. They were special operators and everyone was just glad she was still alive and unhurt.

I looked at DC, "Do you have any hunting grounds on your property?"

DC smiled, "We have 250,000 acres of woodlands you can hunt on. Consider it open season on anything you find. It should be a fruitful hunt as there has been no hunting pressure."

"What is it stocked with?"

"Moose, Mule Deer, Roosevelt Elk, Grizzly Bear, Kudu, Suffolk sheep, Boer goats, wild Flemish Giant rabbits, and Wild Boar."

"I am going hunting; anyone want to go with me? No guns allowed, only chi."

DC, Dad, and the SEAL team all nodded, and we all washed up with scent killing soap, got into our camo suits which had also gone through a scent elimination protocol, and headed for the deep woods and small mountains. We split up into two-man groups and one of the Apache-like helicopters was hovering around with an aerial net to take our kills back to the castle for cleaning and cooking.

By the time we stopped that afternoon, we had killed two each of Elk, Grizzly, Moose, and Mule deer and about a half a dozen each of Kudu, sheep, goat, and boar and over 4 dozen rabbits. More than enough to feed the roughly 3,000 people on the castle grounds (when you included the security people).

We took the time to field dress our kills out in the woods so the kitchen staff only had to skin and butcher the animals. They saved a few of the Moose, Elk, and Kudu for mounting as their racks were impressive. All the skins were sent to a leather shop for processing. I figured the cottages and Embassy could use a few animal rugs.

There was one huge blonde Grizzly hide that Izzy laid claim to. It was going to make a beautiful pelt, and she wanted a bear rug for her and DC's bedroom.

Dinner was a wild game affair where servers took orders and filled them from chaffing dishes with roasted, grilled, and fried meats along with stews from each of the animals we had killed that morning. Boiled potatoes and carrots along with steamed broccoli were served as sides.

0o0

That evening, the nurse, Sylvia, Xi, Barbara, and Leesie all slept with me and Sue. The baby, in its crib, was with us as well. It was going to be a bit noisy, but Sue insisted and the women assured me one of them would calm the baby as we all celebrated life together.

The nurse was still upset and literally stood in the middle of the room just crying as everyone undressed.

Sue gave me a look and nod so I walked over to her, nude, and asked, "Can I give you a hug?"

She nodded yes, so I gently enveloped her in my arms and kissed her on her neck, "Honey, you did all you could have done against highly trained special forces. I know you felt helpless. I know you feel violated. But you are not alone. We appreciate you and want to share ourselves with you on an intimate level. Would you like to be loved and pampered tonight?"

She started crying even more but she softly wrapped her arms around me. She managed to croak a meek, "Yes."

I gently wiped her tears with my thumbs and asked Sue if she would help me undress her. Sue came over and whispered loving things to her as we worked together to take off her clothes.

Our Nurse had always worn the standard nursing outfit and I knew she was very fit. But, when Sue helped her out of her top, she revealed a pair of the most beautiful, milky-white D cup breasts I had ever seen. Her dark rose nipples stood out in strong contrast and her tan lines were just tantalizing. Her breasts didn't sag and stood out proudly from her chest and jiggled enticingly as Sue undressed her bottom half.

I admit, I was staring.

Her large nipples crinkled and swelled, protruding just a bit and begged to be played with. She had an hourglass figure that flared nicely to a heart shaped bottom. Her thighs were strong yet still feminine and not overly large. She was well shaved below with a small, closely cropped landing strip. Our nurse had a very sensual thigh gap, and her outer lips did their best to enclose her ample clit and long inner lips.

Her breath began to steady but her breaths came more rapidly as I gently reached up for her nipples. I softly and lightly placed my fingertips around the outside of her aureole and slid rather than pulled my fingertips over them to the nipples, causing her to gasp and shudder.

I smiled, "They are sensitive, aren't they." It was more an affirmation from an attentive lover than a question.

I began kissing her neck under her ear, moving slowly down her neck and shoulders before kissing around her left breast in a spiral which ended up at her nipple. When there, I gently suckled her breast with my mouth, lips, and tongue as we stood facing each other.

I then moved to her right breast and did the same spiral.

Each time I suckled her nipples she gasped for air and moaned softly.

Sue had now undressed her and was hugging her from behind. I moved in to make a Nurse sandwich between us and whispered in her ear, "Would you like me to lick your pussy until you cum on my face?"

Our nurse took in a shuddering gasp and croaked, "Yes! Please!"

Sue and I escorted her to the huge bed and lay her in the middle, with Sylvia and Xi on her right and Barbara, and Leesie on her left. Sue positioned herself so our Nurse could lay her head in Sue's lap, Sue's breasts hovering over her head, while Xi and Barbara kissed and latched onto her nipples. Sylvia and Leesie hooked their arms under her knees with one arm and caressed her tummy with their free hands as I then slowly kissed, nibbled, sucked, and licked my way up each inner thigh.

By the time I got to the soft skin between her thigh and shaved outer lips, our girl was whimpering, begging, "Please, I beg you. Eat my pussy and let me cum!"

I flattened my tongue and moved it up her outer lips which were slightly parted for me. I went back down and then pointed my tongue to lick softly over the tips of her inner lips as I moved back up.

The third time I dove between her lips to her now soaked cunnie, rimming it before moving just above it to the base of her clit.

While there, I softly ran my tongue back and forth, lightly pressing against the base of her clit, and when it spasmed I licked up one side and down the other.

I just love playing with a woman's sex like that. I have become adept at keeping her on the edge for quite some time, just by getting feedback from her clit.

Her clit was longer than most and a bit thicker so when it spasmed hard it was easy to lick and kiss and nibble. When it was obvious she was about to climax, I slipped my index finger into her pussy as deep as I could and sucked her clit into my mouth, licking it, while pulsing chi into her through my finger as I finger fucked her in rhythm with my sucking.

Our Nurse grabbed handfuls of the sheets and growled like a wild bear as she came. Her whole body spasmed as her legs vibrated with her climax.

I didn't waste any time and moved up to slip my now rock hard cock into her. She was very wet, and I only had to pull back out two times until I was buried balls deep inside her. I took her in long, deep, strong strokes from the ridge of my cock to my cock root. Each time I filled her she grunted.

The view was amazing. Sue was feeding her breast milk as my other women were massaging her erogenous zones as I slammed home time and time again while our Nurse whimpered, cried, groaned, and grunted.

Our Nurse was on a multi-orgasmic roller coaster. As soon as one went past its peak, another built on top of it. After a few minutes of this her body went limp in a blissful, sexual coma.

I then grabbed Sue and took her doggy style as she ate out Xi's pussy and Leesie and Barbara ran their hands over her body. I was gentle with her since she was still healing from having the baby, but Sue was needing this after the day of stress and fear she had.

Soon my sister/wife was expressing her climax, "Fuck yes my loving brother! Fuck your sister and make me cum for you!"

Immediately after I felt her pussy walls vibrating around my cock as I glided in and out of her. I then had Xi lay on her back and took her very gently, using chi to supplement my penetration due to how pregnant she was.

When she climaxed Xi looked me in the eyes as her thighs trembled and whispered, "Thank you, my loving and kind Shīfù (Master).

I then took my mother as she leaned over the side of the bed. My cock was so soaked by this time I alternated with each stroke between her ass and her pussy, taking both with abandon until she came explosively. I had to concentrate on not cumming because I still had Leesie to fuck.

When mom came so hard, Leesie lay next to her and said, "I want the same! That was so hot! My pussy is literally dripping!"

Pulling out of mom gave me a second wind with needing to cum so I plunged into Leesie's pliant and inviting ass and soaking wet pussy.

I was building up to a massive climax but I had to hold back until my sister's mother came for me. I felt my cock begin to swell and I realized I was quickly reaching the point of no return so I began infusing Leesie with chi.

Leesie immediately tensed in her strong orgasm and it had the affect of clamping her anal canal around my cock as I slipped balls deep into her willing, hot ass.

It sent me over the edge and I held myself deep in her ass as I came bucket loads in her bowels.

All I could mutter was, "FUCK that was good!" as I gasped for breath. I was just barely able to move to lay on the edge of the bed as my women cleaned me with moist, warm, microfiber wash cloths. As mom was cleaning my still semi-hard cock my body spasmed because it was still so sensitive around the head. Mom was gentle, though, so it was tolerable. I really enjoyed it when she used a second cloth to wipe my balls for me.

I received a whole body full of warm and affectionate kisses as the ladies paired off to enjoy some sapphic delights. Our Nurse was usually doubled teamed, and I lay there watching all the sex as I recovered.

We didn't really sleep much that night. I think it was around 0400 when everyone finally fell asleep in sexual bliss.

Around 1000 we awoke to the smells of sex that had permeated our bed and while our bath and shower were able to accommodate 4 at a time, that left me and the Nurse in bed together.

Without asking, I turned her on her tummy, lay on top of her, held her hands over her head, and adjusted myself so my cock was at her pussy. I slipped inside her with my morning wood, and I could tell the underside of my cock head was rubbing against the ridges of her G-Spot.

I didn't hold back as I took her and soon she was soaking the bed with her cum as I shot my baby cream deep inside her cunnie.

The other ladies had finished bathing but Sue and Xi took our Nurse into the shower to bathe her while Mom and Leesie took me and had me stand in the tub as they gave me a sponge bath. Well, I say sponge, both moms used their hands to thoroughly clean my cock and balls.

When they were done, both moms kissed my cock head and then dried me.

I was then dressed by my women in tan jeans, sandstone long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just above my elbows, and brown tanned socks, shoes and leather belt.

I looked at our Nurse, "Feeling better?"

She nodded with a smile, "Much. Thank you all."

"Well, I think we all know DD will be making the rounds today. We need to open up to her about how we felt and how we feel now. Let her know if we need any help getting over this."

Sue chimed in, "Yeah, I am having difficulty dealing with bashing that man's head in with my bare hands. That image keeps popping up in my head."

All the other women agreed they would like to talk with DD about their experiences.

At least we were able to enjoy our breakfast with out guests.

0o0

One thing I noted was some of the kitchen staff worked late into the night making scrapple from all of the heads of the animals we killed. They had taken the time to skin all the heads and boiled them down in huge pots outside.

Once everything had boiled down to mush they ground up any cartilage that remained, added spices and collagen, mixed everything together, including brains, and they ran the resulting mash through cheese cloth sacks, after taking out the bones, before refrigerating it all in a large walk-in cooler. The sacks were flattened to about 3 inches thick in metal baking dishes to form loaves.

The resulting souse, or hog's head cheese, was served with a plethora of locally made, fermented hot sauces, home made yeast rolls, thick fried bacon from the hogs we killed whose pork bellies had been prepared and allowed to process overnight in the cooler, and fried eggs for breakfast. A lot of dignitaries commented on how good the meat was and wanted to know how it was prepared, not being familiar with what constituted scrapple.

Those of us in the know just smiled and said it was a family secret recipe, knowing full well what would have happened had we told all these politicos they were eating boiled, cold pressed, animal brains, ears, snouts, ground cartilage, and skull meat for breakfast.

Thank goodness nobody found a tooth in their meat. That would have been bad.

0o0

Now back to the wedding day festivities.

I was getting regular reports from the Nurse about Xi. It seems she was right about it being a while before she went into transition. And the brides, Walsh and Beth, were basket cases. Thank goodness for Leesie and Mom.

During the day-long lead up to the evening wedding, I did get the chance to talk privately with Hulk, trying to make sure he felt at ease.

"Kamerat! Hvordan klarer du deg blant alle disse høytstående politiske skikkelsene?" *Dude! How are you holding up around all these high political figures?"*

Hulk laughed, "Ah! Går bare fint! De tar på seg buksene én bein om gangen, akkurat som jeg gjør. Jeg opplever at de fleste er skremt av meg på grunn av størrelsen min. Jeg synes det er temmelig morsomt!" *Ah! Doing just fine! They put their pants on one leg at a time just like I do. I find most are intimidated of me because of my size. I find that quite humorous!*

We continued talking for a bit as I practiced my Norwegian, needing only minor corrections from time to time. I then got Debah to the side and talked with her.

"Hulk seems to be adapting well." I said to broach the subject.

Debah smiled, "Yes, he is being very cute, too."

"Oh?"

"He is being protective. I am enjoying being the center of his attention. He is rather adept at striking the right balance between giving me space when I need it and supportive when I want it. It is like he can read my mind."

I gave Debah a fatherly hug and a kiss, "I am so very proud of and happy for you both."

Debah giggled, "Trix is so jealous! Sylvia, Hulk, and I are attempting to find her a suitable companion."

I laughed, "How is that working out?"

Debah laughed, "Disastrous! She keeps comparing them to Hulk and finds them wanting. It is to the point that Sylvia and I are thinking of talking Hulk into being a lover to both of us!"

I laughed, "That is a solution, but you need to be careful about approaching him. Perhaps, begin by offering him a threesome with your sister."

Debah grinned, "THAT is a great idea! Thanks, Grandpa!"

I patted Debah's tummy and asked, "How are the pregnancies going? And ask Trix for me please?"

Debah's face lit up, everything is normal for both of us. We will both begin showing our baby bumps any week now. Do you want to know the sexes?"

"Oh! Yes! Please!"

"Ours is a baby boy and you and Trix are having a baby girl."

"Grandfather?"

I looked into Debah's eyes, seeing vulnerability there, "Yes honey, what is it?"

"Trix and I, both being in unique situations with bearing children while being robots, want you to deliver the babies. Is that alright?"

I smiled and made sure it reached my eyes, "Honey, I wouldn't have it any other way. Thank you both for the offer."

Debah smiled, "Good, that makes us both happy. By the way, the baby, JW, is just so cute! Trix and I are having a ball playing with him!"

"Ours will be just as cute and just as loved, honey."

Debah looked at me with dreamy eyes, "You know I am going to be useless when the baby comes."

I nodded, "To be expected. But, make sure to at least try to have a balanced approach to raising our baby. Don't be a helicopter mom as he grows up."

Debah pouted, "I... I will try not to. But I can tell you right now that is going to be very difficult."

I asked, "And have you given any thought to how you will handle the first time a girl breaks his heart?"

Debah's eyes went wide and gradually turned half lidded with anger, "She will pay!"

"Just don't rip the fingernails off the first girl that breaks his heart."

Debah squinted her eyes in genuine anger, "Yeah, no promises there."

Just then Trix burst into the room and ran up to Debah and me, "Debah! What got you so angry!"

"Grandpa just said I couldn't rip the fingernails off of the first girl that breaks our son's heart. I said, 'no promises.'"

Trix's eyes narrowed, "Oooh! I hadn't thought of that!" She looked at me and shook her head, "Yeah, no promises on that front. The first boy that cops a feel against our baby's wishes is going to be missing a pair of balls for sure!"

I looked at the two and decided to take this seriously, considering the possibilities, "My darling granddaughters, you have to let our children experience life and make their own mistakes. If you don't you will raise two children who will never grow up, never mature, and never be able to deal with life as an adult."

Trix intoned, "Growing up is one thing, hurting my baby is a whole other ballgame!"

"Would you really want to rob them of the myriad and unique experiences that make us who we are as well grounded adults? They have to experience and work through the good times and the bad times. In those instances, your primary job is to support them emotionally and attempt to help them mature and gain some wisdom about life. Now if someone becomes a serious physical threat, as in necessitating a hospital visit, then deal with the parents and the child in socially acceptable ways."

Both my girls growled at me like pissed off murder cats and then Debah huffed, "We are definitely going to need a family support group. Otherwise we will ruin our children by being too protective."

I nodded, that is what friends, extended family members, aunts, uncles, great grandmothers, great grandfathers, grand mothers, grand fathers, moms and dads are for. Just promise to talk to us before you go cutting off balls or ripping off fingernails, okay?"

Both my girls rolled their eyes at me, "Okay. But, you are no fun!"

I laughed, "Welcome to parenting. Remember your saying that because you will hear it said of you within a few years."

Trix looked at Debah, "We need to start doing some research."

I added, "Just realize that every child is unique and what works for one may not work for the other. I would suggest you teach our children using the graduated response method."

Both my granddaughters looked to me with raised eyebrows.

"The first time they do something wrong or dangerous, explain fully, to the limit of their understanding, why that is wrong or dangerous and that doing that again will escalate your corrective response. The second time that same or very similar issue comes up, speak more forcefully about it."

"Third time, slap their hand (just enough to get their attention) once while correcting them. The fourth time for that specific behavior, have them get a belt and spank their bottom one lick while explaining again you are trying to protect them and are doing the least amount of correction to change their behavior."

Go up one lick with the belt (not hard enough to leave marks but hard enough to get their attention) for each successive violation. You will eventually reach a point they no longer want to endure the punishment, and they will decide on their own to change their behavior."

"When you are consistent, starting anew in the process for each type of correction, they will eventually decide to change their behavior with the first warning. This has the effect of preventing you from going overboard with correction as you will allow the child to determine what level of punishment is necessary to change their behavior and over time you can eliminate the need for corporal punishment altogether."

"But you have to explain things at their level of understanding. Remember, you are not speaking to an adult with mature thought processes."

"What if they just don't respond to corporal punishment?"

"Excellent question! You have to find something that is important to them. Once they are past the infant stage and have learned rudimentary interaction skills, is it play time that they value? Is it being with their friends? Is it their toys or possessions? Temporarily restrict those things on an increasing scale with full explanations as to why."

"Or, give them extra chores to do or short term emotional isolation. Point is, you have to find what will change their behavior and use it consistently. Because if you don't, they will grow up to be evil people, only concerned for their desires and needs and uncaring of who they have to go through or destroy to meet them."

"You, as a parent, are the one responsible for raising your children and socializing them so they can exist and be happy in society. It shouldn't be any one else doing your job or solving the problem for you as they will raise your child in their image instead of yours."

Debah looked confused, "That sounds awfully controlling, Grandfather."

I nodded, "Someone is going to do it. Children are sponges. Either you do it or someone or some group is going to do it for you. Children need boundaries for their emotional health and maturation processes. It is in their best interest to raise them in your own image so they can have a happy life, be productive, like themselves as people, and effectively interact in a civilized society."

"It is not a case of nature verses nurture. It is a combination of both. Children are definitely born with a unique base personality. However, anyone who tells you their personality cannot be or should not be shaped is delusional. Recent limbic system studies of the human brain have shown their personality will be shaped by someone or just by life in general. Is it not better for the child to have their personality shaped by someone who has their best interests in mind rather than for some manipulator's vile interests?"

"Life becomes a survival of the fittest at that point because no one will teach them compassion, acceptable social behavior, or create within them a sense of belonging; and society breaks down into chaos with everyone living in fear, with social injustice, and experiencing unconstrained violence. Children not being raised properly is the foundation of most of society's ills."

"You likely will not change a parent's views on raising or not raising their children, but you can, and I charge you both with doing, be responsible with your part within our family."

"But Grandfather, you never spanked us!"

"Because you understood logic and had a strong, mature, and fully developed personality from day one. There was no need. For me to have used corporal punishment on you would have been more about my personal issues than yours."

"Corporal punishment is only effective with those who cannot be reasoned with, are dismissive of, or are incapable of the depth of reasoning required for behavioral modification. Otherwise, it is a misuse of power and authority. That is why I suggest the graduating response method because it teaches your children to learn to reason through the consequences of their actions: you achieve two objectives in one action."

Trix giggled, "Debah, maybe humans are not as simple minded as they sometimes appear! Grandpa definitely breaks the mold there."

"Yeah, sis, to that point, Grandpa had an interesting solution to our boyfriend problem..."

At that point I gave each granddaughter a kiss and started mingling again.