He’s everything to me! I can’t marry him, though. I can’t marry my own brother. Imagine how few people would go to that wedding, or the unwanted... attention to his business. He’d be ruined as a barber! No, I’m happy to be his sister ... and to share him with you guys,” Maria stipulated in full accord with Christine.“So, it’s agreed that I have four lovers, as does Dad. Mom has three, at least for now. Maria has two, Dad and me. Christine has however many I choose for her. But at least me and she. She held herself rigidly until the wave passed and then she collapsed back onto the bed.I watched her as her eyelids began to flutter again. When her eyes opened, they remained clouded with contentment, not focusing on anything. I continued to lightly caress her breasts as she slowly came back."I think I lost consciousness for a minute. God, that was so intense! I haven't felt like that in ages." It was just my hand. I remember you used to tell me that was for high school kids. How could it now. “That was thoughtful of you. One of our biggest nightmares in the Civil Service is a sponsor dying without leaving instructions about his concubines.” She took a big breath.“Now, for something a little less somber. We have four girls that we, and the AIs, think would be excellent prospects for carrying your babies. Three we’re sure you would be compatible with, both genetically and sexually, and one that’s kind of out of left field.”“Well, what’s the next step? Tell me about these vessels for. "I'm sorry if I startled you," Vivian Saint-Abbott said with a warm smile. "I just wanted to add my congratulations to the others. Aside from the fact that I was impressed myself by the presentation, I'm always pleased when a woman achieves success, especially in a field too often dominated by men with inferior talents." Thank you," Claire replied, wondering if there was something more in Vivian's choice of words. "I'm sure we'll do a job that'll justify your decision in picking us." Oh, I.