Three Square Meals Ch. 012

Sparks had never even thought about having children before, and now the idea felt powerfully arousing. She climbed on to the bed with John, feeling surprised by the unexpected rush of emotions but as she lay on her side and he encircled her teenage body possessively in his strong arms, she snuggled into his comforting embrace and just relished the feelings.

They rested for about thirty minutes and then John's rumbling stomach awoke them from their comfortable doze. Sparks rolled in his arms and looked up at him happily.

"That was extremely hot," John said, smiling down at her. "I wasn't too dominant with you?" he asked with concern in his voice.

"It was very exciting," Sparks answered honestly. "I never considered I'd enjoy being submissive, but it turns me on very much."

They smiled at each other, feeling a bit bashful all of a sudden, and kissed gently. The tender moment was interrupted by the angry growls from John's stomach.

"Let's go and find the other girls, I'm starving!" John admitted.

"Unsurprisingly I don't feel hungry at all," Sparks said, looking wryly at her enormously rounded stomach.

"Well you can just dazzle us with your wit while we eat then," John said, getting up and offering her his hand.

Sparks nodded happily and they got up and dressed. The teenager was about to put on her close fitting top, but one look at her rotund waist stopped her.

"Wait there a second," John said to her with a laugh, and went into the walk-in-wardrobe. He came out moments later, and threw her a white shirt, as he said, "Try that on for size."

The shirt was way too big for her, sized as it was for his 6'2" frame, but Sparks found the idea of wearing his shirt strangely exciting. She put on the shirt, rolling back the sleeves and buttoned up the front over her distended tummy. It actually fit reasonably well all things being considered.

"Very nice," John said with a smile, and he ran his hand over her swollen midrift appreciatively.

They walked hand-in-hand out of his room and down the corridor, pausing at the sounds of laboured panting coming from the Officers room they had previously renamed the playroom. They looked into the room and saw Alyssa and Calara breathing heavily, sweat glistening over their spectacular bodies as they recovered from their exertions. The stunningly beautiful young women were curled up with each other comfortably as they recovered their breath.

John and Sparks watched them for a few moments, appreciating the flawless beauty of the teenage flesh on display. Alyssa seemed to sense they had company and greeted them with a tired wave of her slender hand.

"You two rest a while, I'll go make dinner," John said, smiling at the girls affectionately.

"Sparks, do you want to hang out with them, or keep me company?" he asked the petite redhead at his side. She squeezed his hand gently in response and smiled up at him.

"Let's go," he said, glad that she wanted to come along.

They walked to the end of the corridor and with the touch of a wall mounted button, John opened the double doors that led into the Officers' lounge. He led Sparks past all the comfy chairs and sofas and then onwards around the bar as he headed to the kitchen at the other side of the long dining table.

Sparks stopped a moment to look out the lengthy windows on each side of the lounge, and marvelled at the incredible views out from the ship. She had grown up in the underbelly of a hollowed out asteroid, with no outside views available to people living in the slums. The vast panoramic blackness filled with the twinkling lights of distant stars was breathtaking and she marvelled at the simple natural beauty of the universe.

The delightful aroma of cooking food drifted out to her nose and she suddenly remembered that she was supposed to be keeping John company. She went into the kitchen feeling guilty and was surprised to see him expertly slicing and dicing vegetables before adding them to the simmering pan in front of him.

"Ever had paella before?" He asked the petite redhead.

Sparks shook her head, as she admitted, "I mostly grew up on protein bars, and it was best not to ask too many questions about any kind of stews I could barter for."

"Well hopefully you'll enjoy trying this," he said, as he added some spices to the meat, rice and vegetables sizzling away merrily in front of him.

"When did you learn to cook?" Sparks asked him curiously.

"My grandparents owned a restaurant, and my grandmother was a phenomenal chef," John explained. "I grew up with them and spent a lot of my formative years helping out in her kitchen."

"That sounds amazing," Sparks said wistfully. "I never knew my parents, and I grew up in an orphanage and then with the Diablos."

"What happened to your parents? If you don't mind me asking?" John asked gently.

"I was abandoned. There was no record of either of them," the pale teen told him bleakly. "I don't even know my real name," she said, suddenly looking sad, small and alone.

John walked over to her, and wrapped the young girl up in a protective embrace. Sparks shuddered in his arms, crying quietly, as she felt the feelings of loss and abandonment that she had kept tightly suppressed for years.

"We're your family now," John whispered gently, stroking her hair softly as she wept.

Sparks looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot from crying, and her vulnerability clearly showing on her face. "Please don't ever make me leave," she pleaded. "I don't think I could take it, not after experiencing all this with you and the girls."

"You're not going anywhere," John said, smiling at her reassuringly.

Sparks rested her head on his chest, and let out a long, deep sigh. She felt so happy being held by this man and surrounded by the delightful smells of the kitchen.

"I better let you go, or the dinner will get burned," she said, releasing her tight hold around his chest regretfully.

John cupped the side of her face as he looked at her affectionately and then returned to tending to the happily sizzling pan.

"That was good timing," he said, as he heard the faint sound of Alyssa and Calara chatting from the dining area back in the lounge.

John handed four plates and cutlery to Sparks and he carefully held the sizzling pan in his hand as he pushed open the kitchen door and brought out the food to serve up. John pushed a button on the side of the table and a section in the middle opened out and raised up for him to place the pan on. Sparks placed the plates and cutlery at their settings and then went to the bar to bring back a bottle of wine. John walked around the table to meet the other girls.

"Have fun?" he asked, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Calara and Alyssa stole lusty glances at one another, before nodding animatedly.

"You've both been very naughty," John admonished them both.

"We have?" Calara asked, puzzled.

"Oh yes," he replied. "I want you to both lean against the table, and bend over for me."

Alyssa grinned eagerly and bent over, her back arched, her pert round posterior presented for him proudly. Calara glanced at the ravishing blonde and assumed the same position.

"Whack!" The sound of the stinging slap on Alyssa's taut asscheek reverberated around the room, causing her to gasp excitedly.

John walked up behind Calara, who watched him over her shoulder and looked into her big brown eyes which were widened with shock.

"Are you ready for the same?" he asked her, interested to see how she would respond.

The gorgeous Latina bit her lip apprehensively, and her eyes flashed with excitement as she nodded her agreement.

"Whack!" His firm hand spanked her perfectly round young buttock, causing the pliant flesh to tremble with the aftershock of the impact.

Sparks was holding her breath as she watched the scene unfold before her. She felt herself getting very aroused as John chastised his girls.

"What did they do?" Sparks gasped out.

"They had fun on their own in the playroom. They should have joined us instead, so I could see them together," he explained patiently.

"I'm sorry John," Alyssa told him, and sashayed up to him and tenderly kissed his cheek.

"It won't happen again," Calara said, standing at his side and gently kissed his other cheek.

"I know, you're good girls," he said, carefully stroking their smarting bottoms reassuringly.

They both grinned up at him loving this new playful side of his character.

"Now let's eat," he said graciously. "I think we've all worked up an appetite!"

The four of them gathered around the table and sat together as John dished out the Paella. The girls tucked in, eager to try the delicious smelling food and they all thanked him appreciatively as they savoured the contrast between the chicken, seafood and bacon. Trying this dish was a first for both Alyssa and Sparks and they marvelled at how food could taste at the hands of a skilled chef. The wine flowed freely and the conversation followed, as they talked together happily.

John watched the three girls as they chattered animatedly, looking relaxed and happy. He could see that Calara and Alyssa had welcomed Sparks wholeheartedly into their little group and he was pleased to see them all getting along so well. His life had taken a few bizarre twists and turns over the last couple of months and he marvelled at the situation he found himself in now. He felt closer to each of the girls sitting in front of him, than any other person in the galaxy, and he thought back on his conversation with Sparks earlier in the kitchen.

"We're your family now," he had said, and he really thought of them all that way. He suddenly realised that the same sentence applied to him equally as well.

Admittedly it was a slightly unusual family, with him as patriarch and the three girls his enthusiastic lovers, but they all cared for each other, and that's what really mattered. He knew he would do everything in his power to protect these young women and keep them safe. They had all been through traumatic pasts, but if he had anything to say about it, he would make sure that they would never have to experience such pain ever again.

He sighed contentedly and focused on the teenagers again, trying to catch up with the current topic of conversation. Calara and Sparks were engrossed in a lengthy dialogue about the ship's weaponry, but Alyssa was unusually quiet. John focused on her and saw that the stunningly beautiful young blonde was looking at him with big eyes that were welling up with tears. He got up and held out his hand for her to join him and they went to sit on a comfortable sofa overlooking the vista of space.

"Thank you, John, your thoughts were beautiful," she whispered quietly in his ear.

"I overheard what you said to Sparks earlier as well, and it felt like the same words applied to me too," she said, her voice catching.

"Of course they do honey," he whispered back to her. "I consider us all a family, but I feel so closely bonded to you, I truly feel like I've discovered my soulmate."

Alyssa sighed happily, and the two kissed with soul searing passion as he held the exquisite young woman in his arms. They lost track of time, until they eventually became aware of Calara and Sparks cuddled up on the adjacent sofa, watching them quietly.

"You two look amazing together," Sparks said wistfully.

"So much in love," Calara said affectionately, a big smile on her face.

"There's room for two more!" Alyssa grinned at the girls, and the brunette and redhead rose to join them.