Amanda's Hallowthanksmas Special part 4: Caitlyn calls your bluff and lets others take the risk.

You can still almost see Khloe's beautiful cream-filled cunt as you awkwardly laugh over the holo-call. It seems like Caitlyn called just a few minutes too late. Maybe, you think, you can convince her that karma will give you what's cumming to you, since you took an unprotected internal cumshot of your own from Khloe's daddy in the process... this isn't the riskiest time of the month for you but it isn't nearly as safe as you might like, either.

"Hmmm.... I'm not sure if I should tell you." Caitlyn says playfully. "My dear younger sis is eighteen now and ready for St. Vivian's, after all. I wouldn't want you to get any ideas~"

"You don't think I'd just carelessly nut inside a girl her age when there was no bet involved like there was with your and Belinda's golf game, do you?" you ask in a teasing tone of voice as you survey the snacks since Khloe and her dad's need for emergency clean-up will probably delay the main course being served by a few minutes.

A peal of mocking high-pitched laughter echoes in your ear from Caitlyn. "Ahahahahahaa~ Yes, Amanda," she says in a flirty voice, "I do think you would do that. Isn't that the same age as Asami from the strip club about a year ago? You knooow, the whole reason Mr. Ranton recommended you to participate in our golf game? Since she let you talk her into an extra special lap dance, is she still working in a club? Or is she 'stripping' dirty diapers now?"

"Well..." you say noncommittally.

"...aaaand the fact that you did just that almost two dozen times at St. Vivians while you were there? You think Mr. Ranton didn't tell me the real reason he brought you to the station? Even if he hadn't, I live next to the Academy. It would have been hard to not notice dozens of schoolgirls with round bellies waiting their turn whenever I went with Bee to her prenatal checkups."

"There may have been a condom mishap or two, but..." you struggle to suppress a mischievous giggle.

"...not to mention a couple dozen more examples of you doing the same thing while appearing in videos produced using the money *I* loaned you, the very next month at your porn studio on Alseid? I wouldn't even have needed to watch the holos you made there. You put pictures of more than a few of the naive starlets who worked with you sporting big tummies on the backs of the holodisc jackets!"

"You say you wouldn't have needed to watch them, but does that mean you didn't?" you say with a wicked smirk you wish Caitlyn could see.

"I will neither confirm nor deny that. But before we go any further, I'm gonna need a pretty strong and unambiguous commitment from you to not to fuck my sister, Amanda. Belinda's kid is using up all my 'aunt energy' already." Caitlyn giggles musically.

Clicking your tongue, you pour yourself a glass of some kind of weird spiced milk drink that smells of eggs and sugar and sip. It's not bad, actually. "Alright Caitlyn, I'm going to confess. I made a total mess of your sister Khloe's pussy in the kitchen just a few minutes ago. You were right to worry, and I'm truly sorry I didn't take your call the moment it came in. What can I say? She reminded me of a missed connection and I just had to go for it."

There is a long pause. You start to worry that in spite of her casual tone, Caitlyn is seriously pissed at you... then she bursts into laughter. "Ahahahaha! Haha! Oh wow, I guess I'm lucky there are so many slutty blondes on Plum Valley. My sister isn't named Khloe. But besides just being on your best behavior around her, I was really hoping you'd give her a ride back to a station close enough to St. Applegate for me to pick her up, because mom and dad have been paranoid about paying for her to get a stellar passport. They're worried that if sis is able to book passage on her own she'll disappear for years on an 'adventure'. Now that I'm super rich and all, I'd have to worry about gold-diggers talking her into getting married so they can turn her into their personal cash dispenser."

Caitlyn pauses. "And I *cannot* stress enough how much I DON'T mean the kind of ride I know you're thinking of, Captain." she adds with a cute harumph.

"Mmm... why don't you send me her name and picture so I can be absolutely sure to steer clear?" you ask. By which you mean, to see if you should even bother trying to resist the temptation, in case Caitlyn's appreciation of futa cock runs in the family.

"Sorry Amanda, I reeeeally don't think I can trust you with that information until I've got your signature on a formal contract. You did just tell a pretty major fib to me, after all." Caitlyn says.

"Huh? No I didn't!" you protest.

"You said, and I quote, that you wouldn't put any baby batter in a college-age girl like my sister if it wasn't part of a bet. About forty seconds before admitting that you just got finished doing exactly that." Caitlyn's voice takes on a less playful edge.

"First of all," you protest, "that was a paraphrase, not a quote." Caitlyn starts to complain but you cut her off and keep talking. "Secondly - shh, secondly! I wasn't lying. I just happen to be part of a little bet for the coming year... and last year, which all those St. Vivians schoolgirls and Alseid amateur porn-starlets were helping me win."

"That's not telling the truth, Amanda. That's lying by omission. Also? ....Noooooot really a justification." Caitlyn needles you back. "But that's why I'm picking you out such a nice present, even though I've already been waaaaay too generous to you: to make sure my precious little sis stays safe from that dangerous, unpredictable python of yours~"

"Ohhhhh yes!" You can't help but raise your voice, making several other partygoers give you even dirtier looks than they already were. "I was hoping that's where this was going. All I ask is that you take those same pills again that you did to spice up our game with Belinda. If you can't make it out here, I've got no problem sneaking out to meet you at St. Applegate. I'm sure Valerie can get me an excus-"

"Pfff!" Caitlyn blows air through her lips sassily. "When I said 'a present', I didn't mean me! I've got a business to run while Belinda takes a few years off to raise your rugrat until she's ready for daycare, you know? I mean what I mentioned before - a one-day only job that will let you live down to my expectations and sow those wild oats somewhere besides my little sister's pussy."

While you're listening, Khloe's father finally comes out of the kitchen, having re-dressed. He makes a beeline for you and quickly and aggressively shakes your hand. "Thank you so much for visiting our house on this holy day, Captain. I'm SO sorry that you have to leave early. I truly wish you could stay." His hand squeezes yours so tightly it almost hurts and he stares meaningfully at you, getting the clear message across that you won't be hanging around at his house party.

Mere seconds later, you're outside on the front walkway again, and the door is slamming shut behind you. You sigh. "I just got put out in the cold in more ways than one. Come on, Belinda, I know you enjoyed our golf bet just as much as Belinda did, if not more. I've been thinking about it all the time. I'm absolutely craving your sunny personality warming my skin again. Not to mention, honestly, you have pretty much THE MOST amazing ass of anyone I've met. I promise I won't even look twice at your sister, just let me see you again and do what I know you want me to do."

"Ohmigosh, Amanda. Were you not listening to anything I said a few minutes ago? I'm sure it would be fun, but those of us who are grown-ups have these little things called 'responsibilities'." Caitlyn says in a cutesy, condescending voice. "I know, I know, you've probably never heard that word before. Try asking your AI assistant what it means."

Caitlyn's voice is still sunny and playful but has an exasperated edge to it. "I COULD just charter some other ship to bring my sister back to St. Applegate, you know. If I can afford to 'invest' millions of credits in a dubious porn studio that's probably going to be a loss, I can afford first-class tickets on a passenger liner for her."

A wicked smile forms on your lips. "Oh, I wouldn't recommend that. I was planning to stay here on Plum Valley for another two days. That's an awful lot of chances for me to just-so-happen to seduce a girl who just-so-happens to be your sister."

"Wow. You ARE the most shameless person in the galaxy to not also be an elected politician, aren't you?" Caitlyn needles you in a singsong voice. "Come ooooon, Amanda. Give it up. I'm very sure I never told you my last name, and you've got to know that my family's data is far too secure for you to try and snoop on. If you try, you might just spend the rest of Hallowthanksmas in a jail cell. If you're going to be a spoiled brat and demand the one present that you know I can't let you have, I think I'll just hang up right now and not give you the generous tip I was going to."

"Mmm, I don't need to snoop on any data. Haven't you ever heard of the process of elimination, Caitlyn?" you ask with a sinister smirk.

Her response is a single sharp, incredulous laugh, clearly taken off-guard by your audacity. "It's a colony of, like, half a million." Caitlyn says playfully, not backing down. You would feel guilty about pushing her like this if you didn't know she enjoyed this kind of cat-and-mouse play.

"Okay, sure - but how many of those are female barely-legal blondes?" you ask in an even sassier voice.

"One thousand, one hundred and six." Caitlyn says with no hesitation.

"Ah. Looked that up ahead of time, huh?" You giggle softly, glancing up and down the mostly empty streets. Even with the 8 PM curfew in effect, there are still a fair few groups of revelers going around in festive costumes... soliciting treats, singing holiday carols, and going from one party to another. Overtly sexy costumes may be banned for wear in public on this colony, but somehow, the more innocent and family-friendly costumes are exciting you just as much.

" Well... how many of those are hot enough to be YOUR sister?" you ask.

"Pfffft. You flatterer." Caitlyn giggles back. "Knowing you, Captain, I think you're more likely to let the nine iron that scored a hole-in-one in Belinda's womb judge that rather than your brain. I'll guess that your naughty cock will think at least 50% are close enough."

"Okay, that's fair. Buuuuut," you reply in a sultry, teasing voice, "subtract another 75% from that to account for the ones that aren't attracted to futas. Which, if your sister isn't, you'd have no reason to bother trying to entice me into promising, right? Now we're down to a hundred and thirty eight. Take off another 33% to account for those who are in committed relationships and wouldn't cheat, for the same reason, if she was you wouldn't be bothering."

"Okaaaaay," Caitlyn's bubbly voice giggles over the comm, clearly getting into this game. "So, one in ninety something? I think those are safer odds than mine if I end up going 'golfing' with you again, Captain."

"ONE in ninety something?" you ask meaningfully.

"Not to mention that I think you've gotten spoiled by how easy St. Vivian's students are. My parents made very sure to pick out a less oversexed university for my sister. If you try your trick of offering roles in porn videos on Plum Valley, the authorities are going to be having words with you before you can even start. I know you've got that questionably legal pheromone mod to cheat with, and probably other things, but you're not THAT good, Captain. You can't just score anyone you want whenever you want."

You can't be sure if Caitlyn is genuinely playing hardball here, or egging you on. You suspect it's the latter. But either way, you can't turn down a challenge. "Hold that thought, Caitlyn. I'll call you right back." you say smugly, hanging up the call before she can protest.

Like the sinister figure of **** you're playing at being, you stalk silently through the streets, towards a melodious chorus of voices singing religious hymns...

In front of a fancy house you come across a group of a dozen young women, some simply wearing festive sweaters and others dressed in costumes that ran the gamut from cutesy and innocent to borderline indecent. Despite a few shapely legs showing, it all seemed pretty innocent... until your keen hearing picked up the unmistakable sound of rhythmic slapping and cries of pleasure from inside the foyer of the house.

A smirk crosses your lips. You're starting to learn a bit about the ways of Milky Way Church communities. The harder they try to present the idea that an activity is wholesome, the more likely that under the surface, it's an excuse to get frisky. Just like the 'Young Colonists' on their colonies are essentially a charity escort service. Instead of using their great wealth and political power to punish people who get caught stepping out of line, they use it to hush up and distract from any public discussion of it, so the game can continue. There's no need for ****, because everyone covers up for each other. If a malicious saboteur like you gets involved and causes a big incident - like when your nanotechnological mischief resulted in several dozen of the St. Applegate branch of the Young Colonists contributing to expanding the population a bit more directly than they'd intended - Church-affiliated politicians and administrators will unhesitatingly cut secret deals with the same sinners responsible to minimize the damage to their clean, family-friendly reputation.

Clearly, part of the reason these holiday carolers are singing is to cover up the noise as one (or more) of their number gets pounded by the wealthy homeowner. Your guess turns out to be precisely correct, as you see a handsome man not even bothering to change out of his bathrobe and smirking announcing to the crowd that he's making a 20,000 credit donation to the needy, even though it hurts his pocketbook, because of the 'holiday spirit'. A couple of young women, a caucasian blonde and a raven-haired asian, are giggling and straightening their fur-trimmed elf costumes as they return to the group.

The group of carolers move down the street in a close-in bunch, giggling and gossiping. Trying not to look too obvious about it, you drift closer to them.

"Um, excuse me. Who are you?" A brunette woman in a pure white robe carrying a gold-colored recreation of an ancient pre-spaceflight portable computer steps up to you. There is a flash of judgmentalism in her eyes as your billowing black robe reveals the extent of your body paint costume underneath. "Are you a visitor to Plum Valley? Because that costume is HIGHLY inappropriate. This is supposed to be a holiday for all ages."

You think you remember what she's supposed to be based on some of Valerie's sermons... one of their holy prophetesses. Her eyes are filled with what you recognize as genuine disdain, not playful, horny disdain.

"I thought there was a curfew. It's eight forty; isn't everyone under 18 supposed to be off the streets by this hour?" you say, trying to sound innocent and half-turning to show off your figure. Your faith in the 'forbidden fruit effect' of the Milky Way Church's stern position on futas turns out to be justified, as usual. You pretend not to notice several of the caroler girls giving you appraising glances. A couple whisper to one another and point at you. Silently, you thank Valerie again for spreading the word that the futa daughter of a powerful politician that the Church leaders wanted leverage against was visiting here dressed up in a grim reaper costume.

An older woman with a kindly smile, who seems to be the group's chaperone, puts a hand on the white-robed girl's shoulder and steps in front of her. "I apologize for Darcy - she takes her scripture studies very seriously. You're correct about the curfew. But even so, as much as I'd love to invite you to join our fellowship as we spend the evening caroling and raising money for good causes... I think that your outfit is a little bit too 'dark'. We want to fill people's souls with light and banish sinful, selfish, or morbid thoughts."

"Ah. My mistake." you say. "I hate to impose, but do you happen to have a more wholesome costume I could change into?"

The woman gets a thoughtful, sly grin on her face. "I think that's a wonderful idea. My house is just down at the end of the street. I'm afraid I need to keep the group moving and see to it that none of these young ladies are taken advantage of by any ill-intentioned visitors... but I think I can spare someone to let you in and help you change into something more suitable." she steps aside. "Here - this is my niece, Kristin. She will let you in and help you pick something out."

Your eyes snap wide open and your heart skips a beat, as you see someone who was hidden among the crowd before. The term 'heavenly' comes to mind in several senses of the term.

Although all the rest of the costumes you've seen so far are borderline sexy at most, this one takes a flying leap over that border and lands straight in 'porn holo costume' territory. In fact, if anything it makes a lot of the sexy outfits worn by the starlets you cast in porn scenes at the 'Red Giant Studios' set (funded by Caitlyn's generous investment) look tame by comparison.

Kristin is a petite, stunningly beautiful girl with lustrous strawberry blonde hair. She's wearing a pair of fluffy white costume wings on her back - angel wings for someone who absolutely deserves the appelation. But the wings aren't what your eyes are glued to. She is wearing a reflective, silvery two-piece bikini that leaves her supple thighs and flat midriff totally visible. The smirk she gives you is more impish than angelic, as she flutters her eyelashes with heavy eyeshadow at you. She's not very well endowed in the chest department compared to Khloe (let alone you) but you wouldn't change a thing about those perky b-cups.

Doing her best sexy hip-swaying walk as she comes over to you, you can't help but obviously look her up and down. Aside from the silver bikini and costume wings, the only other thing she's wairing is a pair of white knee-high boots with platform heels.

"Now don't be getting any ideas," Kirstin's aunt laughs softly. "It's explained in the scriptures that God's angels appear wearing nothing but a halo of silver light. So we have to be as true to the scripture as possible. You can't apply those standards to anything else. You'll find the spare outfits much more conservative." She gives Kirstin a hug around the shoulder and a kiss on the cheek. "Now Kristin, remember - straight there and straight back. No funny business, right?" She gives her a sarcastic wink.

"Yes, Aunt Tamara." she says in a sultry voice.

"And make absolutely sure that our guest 'changes' in the front bedroom." You smirk and lick your lips. That's where you hoped this was going - just like Khloe at the last house, they are making sure you live down to their expectations in front of a surreptitious recording device. Little do they know that you're more than happy to star in a pro-bono sex tape. Even if it doesn't turn out to be the valuable political leverage they hoped, they can have a sexy holo-tape as a souvenir. And you intend to do your uptmost to leave behind another type of 'souvenir'.

As you start following Kirstin back down the street, she glances back a couple of times and catches you staring. It'd be impossible for anyone not to stare at the way the silver bikini bottoms are digging into the cleft of her ass. Each time she does she giggles softly and gives you a teasing smirk.

While she's looking away you re-dial the last number on your commpad. Caitlyn picks up quickly. You immediately set it to full visual, so Caitlyn can see you walking behind the sexy angel... and the bulge jutting out from the front of your own bikini bottoms, so large that the robe can't hide it.

"Hey Caitlyn." you whisper. "Does that ass look familiar? Or should I say, familial?"

Getting into the game, Caitlyn giggles and clicks her tongue at you. "Oh my gosh, Captain. You really are the worst. But no, I've never seen that girl before. Her hair isn't even the right shade, silly. I knew you'd let your naughty cock do the thinking." she says. "Remember what I was just saying? The odds are 1 in 100 at best. And if you thought I'd be bothered by you delivering loads of virile cum to random, unsuspecting college-age blondes, don't you think I would've done something about your spree at my old junior college here on St. Applegate?"

"Ah, reverse psychology, is it?" you whisper in a devious voice as Kristin bends forward seductively to unlock the front door. "If this wasn't your sister, you'd be pretending that she was, to deplete my cum supply before I risk running into her for real. I think you're trying to bluff me off. So let's just leave this video call function running."

"Maaaaybe. Or maybe I'm just bored and I wouldn't mind watching that wicked cock in action again after all these months~" Caitlyn says.

"Only one way to find out." you whisper as you follow inside...