Sue
had a natural childbirth, because she didn't have any choice. We were
both scared. She had to feel all the pain, but I had to watch. I had
felt her pussy envelop me countless times, stretching to take my full
length and girth. But that was nothing in its repertoire of stretching.
The baby's head was tiny for a head, but huge for slipping through a
pussy. The sizes, the pressures, the fluids, the sensations, the
dangers, the reward -- everything about childbirth dwarfed the sex act.
It was a birth without complications, as the computer would later tell
us. It sure as hell looked and felt complicated to me.
The
baby was a girl, and Sue named her Sabrina. I told her she could name
the babies, if she was going to go through all the nuisance of carrying
them and the agony of birthing them.
Sabrina enjoyed Sue's milk
for a year, then we weaned her gradually to fruit, with grain and bunny
meat gradually added in. Sue and Sabrina bonded tightly from the start,
and I was soon utterly taken with the little tyke myself.
Once
we were married, Sue and I had pretty much given up on clothes. We both
adored the other's body and had no wish to have it hidden, and the
climate required no clothes. Even as the girls got older we saw no
reason to wear clothes for the sake of modesty. We could establish our
own conventions, and nudism seemed suitable to the climate. If I got an
erection, it was no big deal. It was natural.
Sue's second baby
Tina arrived a year after the first, and the delivery was much easier,
partly because Sabrina had cleared the path, and partly because we knew
what to expect.
Sue's sex drive diminished a bit during
pregnancy and naturally disappeared right after a baby was born, but it
quickly revived. There was something about an empty continent that
begged for reproduction. Neither of us liked the idea of Sue's womb
sitting idle for very long.
The babies popped out one after the
other. There was a pair of twins and a couple miscarriages, but mostly
they came out single file, healthy and brimming with life and
possibility.
After the first five were all girls, we stopped to
consider. It could easily be a coincidence. Giving expression to her
nerdy side, Sue formulated at that point the hypothesis, "All my babies
will be girls." When the next five were girls she had confirmed our
hypothesis at the .05 significance level. It was a cause for concern.
Incest
was an inevitability in our situation. We had assumed brother-sister
incest, as our sons would marry our daughters. If we couldn't produce
any sons, the only way to keep going would be for me to impregnate my
daughters. That itself would be only a temporary solution, of course.
We
had noted after a year that neither of us had gotten sick. After a few
years, we and our daughters occasionally got infections, but they were
never serious in the early years, and rarely later. As the computer had
initially concluded just after our landing, the local microbes were not
sophisticated enough to infect humans. It determined that the diseases
we got later were a result of our own bugs, modified just a little by
contact with the native ones.
Parents
always have a special spot in their hearts for their firstborn. Sabrina
was healthy and vigorous. All her sisters were as well, but Sabrina led
the way in showing us how delightful a child could be at any given age.
The
change was gradual. As Sabrina began to go through puberty, she got
moody. She wasn't unpleasant to us, so it didn't look like adolescent
rebellion. She lost her initiative and became quiet. She spent a lot of
time just sitting on the beach. Before long she spent most of her time
hanging around us, and as time progressed, she regressed, wanting to
snuggle against us, wanting to be held.
We were naturally
alarmed, and wracked our brains for what sort of problem it might be.
The computer detected nothing unusual in her biochemistry. The computer
taught us how to perform all the diagnostic tests known to the medical
profession that we could perform with the available equipment. We put
her on a variety of diets, omitting one food after another. The
computer even had a series of private conversations with her, hoping
she could give some hint at a psychological situation that she just
couldn't share with me or Sue. Soon the computer had exhausted every
idea in its vast stores of knowledge.
Sabrina died in Sue's arms just shy of her 14th birthday. It was the
lowest point of our entire lives.
Sue
was practical and resilient. But she wasn't quite resilient enough to
bounce back from the loss of her firstborn. I held her in my arms for
hours at a time. She cried and shouted and swore; more worrisome and
heartbreaking was when she stopped and simply became quiet. My heart
was heavy, but not as heavy as hers, and I shouldered the burden of
caring for the other girls and harvesting the food.
When I first
realized that Tina was starting to slow down too, my heart sank. The
idea that we might lose her too was unbearable to me, and would be even
worse for Sue. The more dreadful possibility, the dread that crept like
ice and death through my stomach, was that all of our daughters would
die before they reached adulthood.
I tried to keep Tina away
from her mother as much as possible. But Sue found out, of course, and
she lost the little progress she had been making on getting past her
grief for Sabrina. She reported later that the idea of all our
daughters being doomed to die hadn't occurred to her, at least not
consciously. Perhaps her mind knew at some level that she just could
not face that possibility.
Sue
and I were both always affectionate with our girls. From the time they
were born they were all over me, cuddling, bouncing, and rough-housing,
often more than one at a time.
They were curious about my penis
and testicles and I let them explore. Sometimes my penis was tiny,
sometimes it was average, and sometimes it grew. It tended to grow when
Sue in her feminine glory would wander by.
When Sabrina had
started to go through puberty, an occasional sexual thought flickered
through my mind, but I squelched it. My cock occasionally started
responding too, but I found an excuse to get away from her. As she got
sicker, Sabrina wanted to sit on my lap, and my cock got hard under
her. That made me feel uncomfortable, but Sabrina at that point was too
lethargic to care. When I got out from under Sabrina, I sought out Sue.
She was used to my seducing her at random times, but she sensed
something unusual in this situation, and she was right. Try as I might,
as I plunged my cock into Sue to our mutual pleasure, I couldn't keep
images of Sabrina out of my mind.
Tina's breasts were poking out
a bit, her hips had widened just enough to be noticeable, and she had
sprouted a few hairs on her mound. Sabrina had been lovely, but Tina
was gorgeous, her clear blue eyes framed in a round face with every
element in perfect proportion. Tina's thick light brown hair with just
the hint of a wave was beautiful.
Tina was always a bit more
cuddly than Sabrina, and she sought out my lap earlier in her decline
than Sabrina had. I was anguished about Tina's condition, and seeking
out my lap indicated a new stage of her decline. There was a more
immediate and practical fear as well. I tried to hold her off to the
side so a rising cock would not be so noticeable to her, but she would
have none of that. She sat square on my lap, and soon enough she felt a
stiff cock pressing against her butt. Despite my best efforts, it
twitched. She managed a wan smile the first time that happened, and she
slid off of me to attend to the unusually hard condition of my organ.
It
was natural, I told myself. It was just all natural. Yet of course it
wasn't really. I felt like a cad reacting physically to my own
daughter, and worse because she was gravely ill. I studied her face for
revulsion as she bent over to study my cock, but what I saw interested
me. I saw a flash of enthusiasm and interest I hadn't seen from her in
weeks. She fondled it gently, which made it swell and twitch even more
than before. She whapped my dick against her cheek and even giggled a
few times.
That night, as all nights, I lay next to my heartbroken Sue, who slept
uneasily when she slept at all.
I
replayed again in my mind my interaction with Tina. Feeling sexual
towards my young daughter Tina was shameful. It was doubly shameful as
she was ill, quite probably mortally ill. Yet there was a part of me
that wanted to make out with her, suck those gorgeous young breasts,
explore between her legs, and ... And make love to her. I was hard
again just thinking about it.
Had I really seen a glimmer of
enthusiasm from her that I hadn't seen in a while? Or was my lecherous
self just conjuring it up in support of its own selfish and shameful
desires? Yet -- what hope did she have? She was on exactly the same
trajectory as her late sister.
Sue's grief had demolished her
sex drive. Could the fact that I wasn't getting any from my beloved Sue
be another factor feeding my lust for Tina? I jerked off in the latrine
most nights before bed to keep my frustration low, but it was not at
all the same thing.
"Sue?"
"Mmmmm."
"Sue, I need to talk with you."
"Go ahead, talk," she murmured wearily.
"It's about Tina."
Sue sighed. News about Tina was unlikely to be good.
"She sat in my lap yesterday." Sue sighed again, knowing as well as I
did that this was a symptom of decline.
"I, well..." I paused. I had to say it. "I got a hard-on."
This got Sue's attention. She lifted her head and considered. "I guess
she is getting kind of sexy, isn't she..."
I refrained from saying, "God yes, she's incredibly hot!" Instead, I
managed, "Well, I guess my body is starting to think so."
I
continued, "But the funny thing is, she noticed, and I was afraid she
would be grossed out. But instead she slid off my lap and actually
smiled and giggled as she played with it a little."
"Well, that's nice," Sue said, putting her head back down.
"She's getting sicker, and we have no idea what to do for her."
"Why are you telling me this?" Sue managed, tears filling her eyes.
I took a deep breath. "I want to make out with her -- as an experiment."
Sue said, "You what?"
"I
want to make out with her, be sexual with her. See if it can get her
interested in life at all. Maybe give us a hint for a cure." It sounded
pretty lame as I said it.
"Are you out of your mind?"
"I know it's weird, and I'm ashamed, but it's an idea, isn't it?"
"No, it is not an idea!"
"What
better ideas do you have?" I said, a little annoyed. It was not like my
Sue to be so dismissive out of hand, to be so closed-minded. But then
Sue had not been herself in some time.
"If you touch our baby Tina," she said, a murderous expression in her
eyes, "I will never speak to you again!"
I
left Sue then and took a long walk on the beach. I certainly wasn't
going to take Tina against her will, though I wondered idly for a
moment if I should consider it. Anything would be worth it as long as
she lived, absolutely anything. But that felt to me like a theoretical
question, a question for another day.
So if I came on to Tina
and she said no, she might at worst live her last few weeks or months
thinking her father was a dirty old man. If she said yes, she might
live her last few months confused and ashamed by being sexual with her
father. Or she might have a few new, pleasant, grown-up memories in the
mix as she faded away. Or, conceivably -- was it conceivable? -- she
might get better. A little better?
Over the next two days, Tina did less. She walked less and sat more.
She
came to sit on my lap a number of times, and for some combination of
reasons, including perhaps the prospect of Sue's wrath, my cock did not
rise.
On the second day, she sat on my lap again, and my cock became
rock-hard.
My
plan held the slenderest thread of hope for Tina. It might embarrass
her. It might hurt my wife deeply and earn me her lifelong wrath. And
the idea that this plan held even a slender hope for Tina might well be
a delusion fueled by my incestuous lust, doubly shameful given her
grave illness.
There was a way out of this, though, and it was called honesty.
"Tina, honey?"
"Yeah?" She had started speaking with something a few steps above a
monotone in these past few days.
"You know you're real sick, right?"
"Yeah, I'm dying, just like Sabrina."
I didn't realize she would put it so starkly.
"We're not sure, but we are worried. There's one thing we haven't
tried."
"What?"
"You know how my cock gets hard most times when you sit in my lap?"
"Yeah."
I was silent. "So?" she continued.
"Well, it's partly because you're, well, growing up."
I could see Tina's thoughts churning. "I make you feel sexy?" she
asked, with some surprise.
I felt like a true scumbag.
"You want to fuck me?"
"No,
Tina, I wasn't thinking of that exactly. And never mind, OK? You're my
daughter and I love you. Just forget I said anything, OK?"
She
considered a bit. "You can fuck me if you want." She paused. "I kind of
wanted to kiss you, you know, like you kiss mom. That was before I got
so sick, but I knew that would be bad, so I decided I didn't really
want to."
I felt a surge of -- something. "Well, it would be
natural, you know. Going through puberty and all. Usually it's boys
around you that you would find exciting."
"I don't care much any
more, but I wouldn't mind. You can fuck me. It might cure me, you
think?" I thought I could sense beneath her weariness a hint of
teasing, as if the idea was ridiculous, and maybe it was.
"It's kind of nice that I'm grown up enough that you want to do it to
me."
"You
are very, very sexy, Tina." Then, after a moment, I reminded myself to
keep going with the honesty. "I feel like shit because of course more
than anything I want you to get better, and thinking of you that ways
feels all wrong."
"Don't worry about it, dad. It's natural, like
you've been telling us for years. How do we do it?" she asked, looking
around. We were on one of the porches off the main building, and Sue's
ears would undoubtedly pick up telltale noises.
"There's one big problem," I said. "Mom says she will never speak to me
again if I touch you that way."
Tina shrugged. "I won't tell her. She's just jealous."
I
was surprised. Could Sue's reaction be fueled by something as simple as
jealousy? Could my Tina see something like that when I couldn't?
Tina continued, "What about the glade on the west hill?"
I was delighted that she showed some interest, some caring.
"That would be just fine. Now?"
"Why not? I'm alive now. I might be dead tomorrow."
"Oh, Tina," I chided. "You're not that sick."
We got up and started walking.
"Can you carry me, dad? I'm so tired."
That
made my heart break. Tina, who could run and leap forever, now was too
tired to walk a half mile. I picked her up, tears in my eyes.
"I'm sorry, dad," she said. "I really don't want to be sick and then
die on you after all you've done for me."
I
held her closer to me as I walked, my tears flowing more freely. I
wondered if she knew that what I had done for her was an absolutely
insignificant nothing to me. I just wanted her to live. I needed her to
live.
"Well, dad," she said. "I'm hoping you'll like fucking my cunt."
I looked at her, startled.
"Oh, come on, I know those words."
"Well, OK, but that's not how I'll be thinking about it."
"OK, dad, I hope you like 'making love' to me."
We
had reached the west glade, and I lay her on her back on the grassy
spot we had sat in many times, just the two of us, talking about
everything and anything. She immediately spread her legs wide apart,
then noticed I wasn't hard.
I lay down next to her, and moved in to give her a kiss. She returned
it, adequately if a bit mechanically.
"I dreamed about doing that," she said.
I
kissed her again, and my cock rose rapidly. I then ran my hands all
over her body, paying special attention to her young breasts. I moved
down and sucked them. She even gave a faint giggle at that.
"If only we'd done that earlier, I know I would have loved it," she
said.
My
hand settled on her mound and then dropped between her legs. The parts
were much as they were on Sue, or as they had been on Sue before she
gave birth, though even smaller. I used my best technique to massage
her clit. She gave an odd half smile.
"What is it?"
"That would feel really good, if anything felt good," she said,
groggily.
That
sort of made sense. I kept massaging away. I could tell a little
lubrication was coming, but not much. I slid a finger into her pussy,
but it didn't go so easily. She winced. This was not good. My cock was
the size of several fingers. I suddenly had an inspiration. What we
called wheat oil might do. But the supply was a half mile away.
"It's going to hurt a lot if I just do it. I think I'll go for some
wheat oil."
"OK," she said.
"Just wait here," I said, then realized sadly just how unnecessary an
instruction it was.
I
walked briskly at first, waiting for my cock to subside, but when it
did I ran. I found the wheat oil, took a small dish of it and raced
back.
Tina was exactly where I left her, of course, looking vague and sleepy.
I
started over again kissing, massaging her body, and licking her
breasts. Soon my cock was hard again. I reared up above my beautiful,
lethargic daughter and smeared her pussy and my cock with the wheat oil.
As I lowered myself, I said, "I'm afraid it's going to hurt, sweetie."
"It's OK, dad, go ahead. You know, nothing feels good, but pain doesn't
hurt much either these days."
I
was about to take the second lover of my life. I put aside my grief and
worry and fear. My cock wanted a pussy. I put the tip by her opening,
and pushed. It didn't go in much. I pushed again, and made a half inch
of progress. I got more wheat and slobbered it around. Another push
didn't do so much either, and I could see her wincing just a little. I
was getting desperate.
I grabbed her behind the buttocks, just
as I had with Sue so many years ago, and hammered in hard. Tina's pussy
resisted more than Sue's had, but with gritted teeth I made an inch,
aware of her muted cry. I pressed again and made another inch. The
wheat oil helped, but it was still very tight. I pressed again and
again, forcing her apart, and then finally felt my cock tip hit the
back of her little pussy. I didn't want to see how much this was
hurting Tina. I had let my body fuck her in order to try to save her
life, or at least that was what I was telling myself. To finish the
experiment I would have to come, of course. I could only do that if I
was enjoying myself, at least to some degree, so I let myself go. I
knew it felt good. I settled into a gentle in and out motion, feeling
pleasure and excitement.
I heard a sob and looked up. "It hurts, daddy!" she said. "Do it more!"
I was a bit confused, but I kept rowing in and out. "It hurts, but I
feel so alive!" she said.
Then
I realized that Tina hadn't given such a strong reaction in ages. Her
color was also improved. There were tears in her eyes, but there was a
little brightness to the eyes under her tears.
"More!" she said.
I kept plunging in and out. I had been prepared to come pretty quickly,
but there was something interesting going on here.
"It would feel good if it didn't hurt so much!" she said. After a
pause, she hinted, "When does it end?"
"Soon, sweetie," I said, a little gruffly. "I'm going to come soon."
My strokes got more faster.
"Oh daddy, I love you so much," she said with passion, squeezing her
arms around me.
That was all it took. Spurt after spurt rocketed into my
thirteen-year-old's virgin pussy, and the pleasure was phenomenal.
I
was glowing as I slid out of her and lay to the side, glowing from the
sensations of a tight pussy, glowing because of a satisfying sexual
conquest. My better side was also very interested in Tina's sudden
improvement, but also still deeply concerned. I am a cautious man.
Tina
hugged me firmly, and I hugged her back. After a few minutes, she stood
up. She was unsteady at first, but soon found her balance.
"You feel a lot better, right?" I said.
"A lot better!" Tina beamed.
She walked easily back towards our compound. As we approached it, I
stopped her.
"Let's not let people know you're feeling better right away, OK? Until
it lasts a while? Especially your mother?"
Tina
saw the merit in that, and she trudged into the compound, trying to
look exhausted, but she wasn't such a great actress. She kept her
distance from everyone.
When I emerged from the bedroom Sue and
I shared the next morning, Tina was close at hand, trying to look sick
but unable to hide her impatience.
"Can we go do it again?" she asked.
"So soon?"
"Yes, it's what I need!"
She did the most enthusiastic trudging a human has ever done as we
headed out of the compound with a little wheat oil.
She
put up with my kissing and breast-sucking, and even responded a little,
but she was totally focused on one thing: getting my cock inside her.
It slid in much more easily than before, and when I reached the end,
she relaxed.
"Hold it just like that," she said. Relaxation and pleasure suffused
her body.
I held still long enough that my cock started softening, and when she
realized that, she said, "Oh, go ahead and move. Fuck me!"
I didn't need any more encouragement, and was soon pounding away again.
"That feels good!" she exclaimed.
After a couple more minutes I saw her looking at me with wonder as my
orgasm built and I sprayed her innards with sperm.
"I can make you feel so good!" she said.
I gave a nod to accompany what must have been an idiotic grin.
Late
that afternoon, after our third trip to the western ridge, Tina felt
just about as good as she ever had. We decided it was time to tell Sue.
As Sue lay in bed, limp with resignation, Tina slid up next to her and
started snuggling in.
"Hi, mom," she said in an excited voice.
Sue
turned with a sigh. She knew I was trying to shield her as much as
possible from Tina's decline. If I had let Tina in to snuggle with her,
that probably meant the end was not so many weeks away. But Sue noted
the change in Tina and looked puzzled.
"I'm feeling a lot better, mom," she whispered.
"Baby?" Sue said, daring to feel a little hope. "What happened?"
"Never mind that," Tina said nonchalantly. "But look!"
And Tina scrambled up from her mother's side and jumped up and down a
few times. She really looked like her old self again.
"Oh,
sweetie!" Sue said. But my wife wasn't going to come around all at
once. She had been deep in grief, and this might just be a temporary,
cruel trick of nature.
I awoke the next morning to Sue, on her side looking at me.
"You fucked her, didn't you," she said.
I
was dreading this moment. But I had rehearsed my plan. I looked
straight into her eyes "Yes, I did. I explained to her everything I
knew, and she didn't hesitate. She even said she used to want to kiss
me, but knew it would be bad." I thought I saw a cloud flicker across
Sue's face.
"I told her you would never speak to me again if you
found out, and she said the most curious thing. She said, 'She's just
jealous'. Impertinent little thing, don't you think?"
Sue
started smiling, but the smile froze on her lips. She had been chosen
for this mission for many qualities, including insight, and she didn't
hesitate. "She's right, of course she's right!" Sue said. "When we got
married, you promised to be true to me!" she said, a mixture of
emotions on her face.
I was prepared. "I know I did, honey. I'm
sorry." And I really was, at least part of me was. A big part -- just
not the part that had quivered in ecstasy three times as I pumped my
young daughter full of sperm.
With Tina's full recovery, Sue recovered quickly as well.
After
my three times with Tina, I ended our little affair. She was
disappointed, but I was firm and she accepted it. I reaffirmed my vows
with Sue, whose sex drive had returned with a vengeance.
But
Tina started feeling worse again. She didn't tell us for a couple days,
hoping it would go away. The obvious solution was another delicious
round of lovemaking, Sure enough, she felt better, and that time my
sweet baby had an orgasm.
I didn't come that time, perhaps
briefly feeling that I owed it to Sue not to have too good a time. Tina
still got better. She didn't need my cum, she just needed my deep
penetration. It was very clear to her that the healing happened as soon
as I got into her all the way. This was a relief to me when I thought
ahead. Extrapolating into the future, it seemed likely that every girl
born on Eden would need regular cock intrusions when she reached
puberty. I could penetrate dozens of girls each day, but I couldn't
come that many times.
We discovered that Tina didn't need a
daily dose, but her mood drooped if she didn't get it. If three or four
days went by she would get pretty sick. As she finished maturing, she
suffered sooner if deprived of my attentions. After two days she would
start feeling sick. Sabrina and Tina had declined slowly because their
need was just developing along with puberty, but once puberty was
complete the need was stronger.
Sue and I had started trying to
make a baby within weeks of our arrival and thawing, partly based on
Sue's pre-flight screening and partly because we couldn't stand the
thought of waiting two years. Tina hadn't had any screening, her body
wasn't as developed as Sue's had been at age 13, and we as a family
were already well started with the business of reproduction. So we
decided I would try not to get Tina pregnant until she had had 12
periods. So after our initial three times that healed her, I tried not
to come inside Tina. But after sliding up to the hilt in her for a
couple minutes, I wanted nothing more than to finish off and blast my
sperm up deep inside her. It was hard to pull out. It was easier when I
knew I could run around the corner to my sexy wife Sue and unload up
her cunt. I loved Sue, I wanted her, and she was as physically
welcoming as Tina. Still, a deep part of me wanted to come in Tina too.
There
was something about this empty paradise which unleashed in all of us an
intense urge to make babies, far stronger than anything people had
known on earth within recorded history. It was also apparent that
something about the planet changed human sexuality directly. Earth
girls had not required a daily cock up inside them every day to stay
healthy!
Sue had been profoundly thankful that I had been able
to save her Tina, even if it had required me to mate with her. But as
time wore on, she recognized that an age-old human pattern was tugging
at us. She was the senior wife and was jealous of Tina, the younger.
Tina instinctively felt that only by bearing my child would her place
be secure. I felt an intense need to make her pregnant to compensate
for incurring Sue's unhappiness at taking her as a second wife in the
first place. None of it was true, but the pattern tugged at our
feelings anyway.
"Daddy, oh God daddy, that feels so good. Can't you come in me, just
this once? I want it so much."
"No,
Tina, remember it's not time to have a baby yet," I panted, my aching
cock urgently pumping into my daughter, trying to get deeper with each
push.
"My period ended weeks ago, it must be due any day," she said.
"No,
honey," I said, beholding her small breasts, her perfect skin, her
thighs spread wide, feeling her pussy squeezing me. Most of all I saw
her imploring, gorgeous face, flushed with excitement, that wanted what
my body wanted so much to give her, instinct piled upon instinct. It
was so hard to say no to my girl, but I had to.
I wanted just a
few more strokes before I pulled out. Just then two things happened.
Tina's cunt seized with orgasm, clenching me more tightly in its
embrace. And with surprising strength she grabbed my buttocks and held
me inside her.
I couldn't possibly have resisted her to pull out
in time, or that's what my addled mind told me in the moment. And it
had been three weeks since her last period. "Oh, God, Tina!" I shouted,
plunging in instead of pulling out and filling her with my cum.
It
had only been ten days since her period had ended, actually, and sure
enough, a baby started growing in Tina, at age 13 and a half.
Just
over a year younger than Tina were the identical twins, Nancy and
Molly. They were both especially slender, with fair blond hair and
steel-gray eyes. They took naturally to the computers, absorbing
information at a phenomenal rate. Sue and I reflected that they were
probably smarter than we were, and we of course had been chosen in part
for our intelligence.
Nancy and Molly knew the facts of life,
they knew I was fucking Tina regularly, and they knew Tina loved it.
Nancy and Molly knew that before long I would have to fuck them too so
they didn't get sick and die like Sabrina. Perhaps because they were so
slender, they matured fairly late. Tina had initially felt the natural
attraction to the only male in her life, but had felt it was shameful
and suppressed it. Nancy and Molly felt no such shame, and it was no
wonder they started flirting with me the moment estrogen first surged
through their veins at age 13.
What surprised me was how readily
I felt attracted to them. When Sabrina and Tina were just starting to
develop, they didn't think of themselves sexually, so I didn't either.
Or if there were some stirrings in me, they were easy to suppress. But
Nancy and Molly did think of themselves that way, and my attraction was
strong and hard to deny.
I turned the corner to find Molly on
the sofa with her legs spread wide, holding open her pussy lips,
exploring. They were not the pussy lips of a young girl any more,
though they weren't exactly mature either. She smiled significantly as
I walked by, my cock already rising noticeably as I hurried away.
Later, Nancy came and plopped down on my lap. "Aren't you kind of old
for that?" I asked.
She
turned to me, gray eyes wide with hurt, though something told me she
might have encouraged the feeling in herself. I felt like a bad father
as soon as I said it, for I had never pushed my girls away when they
wanted physical affection.
"It's OK, sweetie," I said. "You're always welcome in my lap."
My
cock stayed small at first. But every thirty seconds or so, she shifted
a little in my lap, sliding against my cock. It was subtle enough that
I couldn't accuse her of being provocative. She had "plausible
deniability", to borrow a quaint phrase that had somehow stuck with me
from my first years on earth. Looking straight down past Nancy's head,
in the foreground were her awakening nipples and in the background her
labia. They were a bit fatter than those of a little girl, and the
finest fuzz grew just above them. Soon enough my cock rose. Innocent
Nancy then spread her own legs wide, and as she shifted my now-erect
cock sprang between her legs, the tip right against her pussy.
"Nancy!" I said.
"What's the matter, daddy? It's natural, isn't it?"
"You're still too young for that sort of thing!"
Molly heard the commotion and came in. Her face lit up when she saw the
configuration of me, her twin, and my cock.
"Can I touch it?" she asked.
"No!"
I said. Instead she knelt on the sofa beside me and leaned against me,
giving me a sort of hug. It was an unusual position, and I wondered if
by some chance she had chosen it because her pussy pressed against my
shoulder.
Just then Sue walked by, and I groaned inwardly. She stopped, sighed
with exasperation, stamped her foot, and went on her way.
That
night as we got in bed, Sue fondled my dick to erection, then rolled me
on my back and rode me hard. I knew from long experience that she was
riding me so hard because she was annoyed.
She got herself to the brink of orgasm, then said, "Now, please?"
I
was on the brink too, and I grabbed her hips and lifted her off me a
few inches and with the clearance I fucked her furiously from below.
She came immediately, and I followed thirty seconds later, spurting up
inside my Sue's cunt as I had thousands of times before.
When the afterglow subsided, I spoke. "It's not my idea, you know."
She eyed me suspiciously.
I described how the two of them had started coming on to me.
"Can't you stop them?"
"I could, but then they'll feel rejected."
"Yeah, it's important that they feel loved -- but they know they're
manipulating you. Just say no!"
I
knew it was going to be difficult. But I laid down the law the next
day, telling them I knew they were trying to be sexual with me, and
that they were too young. They argued that I had started my intimate
encounters with Tina's lower parts when she was only 13, and I
countered that Tina was much more developed sexually at that age. They
sulked a little, but they left me alone for the next couple days.
Sue
and I lay asleep. It was just barely dawn, well before any of our clan
was up usually. So we were surprised to hear voices from the porch
outside. They were soft, but we couldn't help overhearing them, and
they knew it.
"What do you suppose it feels like, when he puts it inside?"
"I
asked Tina, and at first she just said it felt good, and got that
dreamy expression. But I pressed her and she described how much her
body wanted to welcome his thing inside, how it craved being filled up."
"I can't wait until he'll do it to me."
Sue turned away from the window towards me, sighed, and put a pillow
over her head.
"Whenever
I see his thing dangling, my heart skips a beat. Then when it starts
sticking straight out I feel all tingly down between my legs."
"I keep feeling inside that place where it goes, dreaming of him up
there. I put things up there, pretending they're him."
"Yeah? Me too! How's it going for you?"
"I got a whole little banana up there the other day."
A
little banana would be about half the diameter of my cock when it was
hard. I turned away from Sue so she wouldn't have to see my rising
cock. She probably knew anyway; why else would I turn away?
"Oooo, I'll have to try that. Did it hurt?"
"Well,
you know about your little pleasure button, of course. If you just keep
playing with that for a while, your place gets wet, and it goes in
better. But it still started hurting, but then I just jammed it in
fast. It was sore for a day after that, but then I could fit one up
there no problem the next day."
"Yeah, Tina says that it really hurt at first, but then it got so it
fit perfectly, and it's kind of like hugging him."
"Oooo, I want to feel that!"
Sue was gnashing her teeth. The pillow over her head didn't block out
the conversation.
"Tina
says it feels really nice when he sucks on her tits, too. So I've been
putting wheat oil on my little ones and sliding my finger all around
the tip, and it feels good."
"Wanna know a secret?"
"What?"
"I want to kiss his thingie."
"Ewwww! When it's hard?"
"Yeah!"
"Ewwww. That's gross! ... but I'm getting real tingly down there
thinking about it!"
We heard whispering, then a shocked gasp.
"Take it inside your mouth?"
"Mmmhmmm."
"What if he peed?"
"He wouldn't!"
There was a brief pause.
"Where I really want it is up my pussy."
"Yeah."
"Nancy, do you think that if he does it to you first, I could watch? I
know I'd want to see it."
"Sure, Molly. And me too if it's the other way?"
"Sure. I'd like you to be watching."
"You think he'd be willing to have us both there?"
I considered this, and my cock twitched and I shuddered with the
excitement of the idea.
"I
know he likes looking at us down there. Maybe I could use my fingers to
open my place up so he can see it, while he puts his thing in your
place at the same time."
"Oooo, that sounds nice!"
"The idea of watching his thing go in and out would be so exciting!"
"Have you seen how happy his face looks when he spurts the stuff up
inside mom or Tina?"
"Yeah,
it would be amazing to look up and see his face, and feel him up inside
me and know my body could make him feel that way."
Sue raised her head, "CUT IT OUT!" she yelled, "AND GO AWAY!"
The two scrambled up, not entirely suppressing their giggles, and ran
off.
Sue tugged at my shoulder to turn me towards her, taking in with half a
glance my hard cock, which rapidly started deflating.
Sue looked at me for several long moments.
"Oh, Nate." She paused a bit longer.
"When
I didn't have any boys, I knew you'd have to have sex with them some
day. Though I had this idea at first it would be quick and without
passion. You wouldn't enjoy it, you'd just be doing your duty to
humanity."
I tried to look like that was a reasonable possibility.
"Fat chance," she sighed.
"I even hoped it might be artificial insemination," she said with a
smile, shaking her head.
"Then
when you did Tina, I was so jealous!" she said, pushing my shoulder
hard with a sudden flare of emotion. "Even though it saved her life,"
she added.
"I wanted to hear you had just had a little
business-like little fuck, but when I saw you look at each other, I
knew you both loved it. And you began loving each other, not just like
father and daughter but like lovers."
I looked down, sheepishly. I really did love Tina. Or was infatuated
with her, maybe? That would be better.
"And
now Nancy and Molly obviously aren't going to rest until you fuck them,
and something tells me they're not just going to want it once to
satisfy their curiosity, but they're going to want it again and again."
She paused. "And shit, they're not even really grown up yet! But I bet
you'll love it, and they'll love it, and then you'll be in love with
them too. And then you'll be fucking four of us, not just two."
She sighed, then got one of her mischievous looks, and took my hands
tenderly as we lay side by side.
"Repeat after me."
"I, Nate, take you, Sue, to be my wife, to love from this day forth,
for better or for worse."
I was happy to repeat our wedding vows.
"For richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to
cherish."
That line was wonderful, and I duly repeated it with tenderness.
"And to fuck all our daughters, as often as they want, to keep them
healthy,"
I stammered a bit, but repeated what she said, meekly.
"And in order to make them pregnant..."
"And whenever they are horny, but..."
I was ashamed, but I kept repeating.
"To fuck you, Sue, regularly too."
That I could repeat more enthusiastically. Then I added a few lines.
"And to love you, all the days of my life, heart and soul, more than
any of the others, and to be my one and only true Wife."
We
looked at each other tenderly, tears in our eyes, then melted into a
kiss, and within a few minutes she invited me up inside her as we lay
side by side, then she pushed down to engulf me rhythmically as much as
I pushed up into her. We went on and on, until we both felt my erection
flagging just a little.
"A little more sperm, my love," she said.
That
firmed me up again nicely, and within thirty strokes I seeded her once
more as she smiled and had what she called a tender minigasm.
The seed wasn't needed; she was at the time three months pregnant.
Sue
and I understood each other as no one else ever could. We had traveled
for three million years together, and suffered the agony of waking up,
and the wonder and joy of finding a new world. Above all, we had both
spent our first thirteen years on earth, the magnificently complicated
dying earth. None of the others would ever know that. They could watch
all the videos they wanted, and read all the accounts, but they would
never know what it had felt like to be there.
"Fucking keeps
them healthy," she said. "Eden seems to be a pro-fucking planet. I
think you should fuck any of them who want to be fucked -- to hell with
age."
I nodded, and was then emboldened to bring up something that had been
on my mind from time to time.
"You know, Sue, I've been thinking."
"Mmmhmm?"
"I try to be a nice guy, try to love you all, try to be a good father.
You think so?"
"Yes, you're a wonderful man, my dear."
"But
then when it comes to sex, there's a different side to me. I mean,
mostly when I fuck you, you really want to be fucked, so they go
together. But like the first time I did Tina, remember?"
"I wasn't there," Sue said, a bit stiffly.
"No,
but you know how sick she was. She looked sick, she acted sick, and I
was so worried. But I got it up. I needed to be very hard because she
was very tight, and I had to shove and shove, even though she was
crying. She was way tighter than you were the first time. And still I
kept fucking. This little demon inside me wanted to fuck, to hell with
what she or you or anyone thought, and it was not going to be stopped.
The little demon rammed it home until I came."
Sue thought.
"Yeah, you were kind of like that the first time you nailed me. I was
yelling at you to stop, but you just kept going."
"Exactly! So, I feel bad sometimes, but here's what I think. When push
comes to shove..."
"And it usually does," Sue inserted lewdly.
"... here on Eden I'm a demon fucker first, and a nice guy second."
Sue accepted that with a smile. "Well, we can all be nice, but you're
the only one who can fuck us."
After
a pause, she continued, "But you promise to only use that deadly,
raping, fucking force when it's really necessary, right?"
"Nancy, could you get Molly? I want to talk." Molly promptly joined us.
"That was not a very nice thing you did this morning."
"What, you heard us?" asked Molly, feigning surprise and embarrassment.
"You know damn well we heard you! It wasn't very nice to your mother."
That was an angle they hadn't considered.
"She's
my wife, you know. Back on earth that meant I wouldn't have sex with
anyone else. And it makes her mad deep down inside when I do. So you
may notice I make sure to do Tina where mom won't find us.
"I'm
willing to have sex with you," I said. The truth was, I was dying to
have sex with them, despite their not looking completely grown up.
"More than willing."
They both grinned and wiggled with excitement.
"But not quite yet. Your pussies need to be bigger first."
They
instantly spread their legs and looked at their pussies. I looked too,
and gulped. It would be so sexy, even if they were tight.
Molly pointed to my cock and said, "Your cock thinks they're big
enough!"
"What my cock thinks and what I think are not the same," I said.
"Well, " said Nancy, in a smoky tone, "It's your cock that does the
fucking, not the rest of you."
I glared at her, my cock fully hard.
"Sorry, dad," she said, looking contrite.
"No sexual intercourse yet!"
I switched to a conspiratorial whisper, "However, there are other ways
of being sexual, if you really, really want to."
I
sat cross-legged on the bed and beckoned Molly to come sit in my lap
facing me. My cock stood up between us. I drew her towards me and
kissed her once on the lips.
"Do you really want to watch?" I asked Nancy. "Do you want her to?" I
asked Molly.
"Oh yes, please!" they both babbled at once.
Molly
shuddered with the thrill of the new sensations on her lips, and I
shuddered too. I wanted them in every way, just like I wanted the fully
grown Sue and Tina. "Girls," I interrupted. "If anything happens you
don't like, just be sure to tell me and I'll stop, OK?"
"OK!" they said, obviously assuming nothing of the kind could possibly
happen.
As
we kissed, my hands glided all over Molly, to her hair, neck, back,
butt, and also front, zooming in on those growing nipples.
She moaned.
Then
she took charge, and pushed me gently onto my back. She lay on top of
me, legs spread, little breasts right where I could suck them.
I
felt Nancy playing with my cock, then felt a warm wetness on the tip.
That was not a pussy. She was using her mouth! I had never been given
oral sex before, and the pleasure was alarming. I had been totally
satisfied with Sue and Tina doing their cunts. Tina needed it that way
to stay healthy, and they both needed it that way to make babies.
"Nancy!" I said.
"Does it feel good?" she asked. Molly looked back too and grinned when
she saw what Nancy was up to.
"Yes," I nodded, "but you shouldn't..."
"Why not? My pussy may be too small for your cock, but my mouth isn't,
is it?"
I
lay back, forgetting about Molly's breasts as I found the sensation of
Nancy's small mouth on my cock so shockingly pleasurable. One hand
stroked my balls and my shaft.
The pleasure built alarmingly. "Nancy!" I said. "If you keep doing
that, I'm going to shoot sperm into your mouth!"
She
popped my cock out of her mouth long enough to note with a touch of
exasperation: "I know that, dad. I want to feel it in my mouth." Molly
smiled and wiggled with excitement.
Molly's warm, sexy body
covered me. Nancy's mouth found my cock again. The pleasure built. As
her lips engulfed a couple inches of me, she flicked her tongue really
fast, and before I knew it I was seized by an amazing orgasm, and felt
my semen spurting into the warm wet cavity. The spurts went on and on,
and Nancy's tongue kept flicking as she kept her lips tightly sealed
about me. Her hand gently fondled my balls, pulled tight against my
body for delivering their contents. Eventually she slowed, and let my
cock pop loose just when I thought that would be a good idea. I lay
relaxed, glowing.
"You should have seen how happy he looked!" Molly giggled, turning over
her shoulder.
"Where did you learn that?" I asked.
"The ship's computers cover a great many topics," Nancy offered. Her
voice sounded like she had just swallowed something.
The next day Molly approached me, that mischievous look in her eyes.
"Would you like to do that again?"
My dreamy expression answered for me.
"Nancy could do it again, or I could. That would feel great, wouldn't
it?"
I nodded.
"We'd love to, but we'd like something first."
"Yeah?" I asked, ready to do anything.
"Before you slide it into my mouth, slide it into my pussy."
I
had told them we would have to wait for intercourse. I could resist
their pussies, much as I was dying to get into them, but I couldn't
resist them if the reward was the recently discovered ecstasy of
receiving oral sex. Those devious rascals!
"OK!" I said, pulling her along to a room where Sue would never go.
She seemed surprised, but very pleased. "Nancy!" she yelled. "Come
here!"
Nancy had not been far away, and soon joined us.
Molly lay back on the bed and spread her legs a little, allowing me
free access to every part of her.
Before
I lay down, I looked her over. Pretending to salvage a bit of pride, I
said, "I think your pussy has gotten much more mature in the past
couple days."
They grinned at that.
I lay beside Molly
but leaned over her while my hands once again covered her whole body
with caresses. I licked and sucked her nipples, and she moaned.
"It feels ... so good, Nancy!" she said.
I
slid my fingers all around Molly's pussy, using the techniques I had
learned with Sue and Tina, and Molly responded with appreciation.
But
it occurred to me that if they were going to use their mouths on me, I
would like to use my mouth on them. Neither Sue nor Tina had suggested
it, and I had always been so eager to get my cock into their pussies
that I hadn't especially wanted to. Molly and Nancy opened new
possibilities. I lowered my head to that alluring spot between Molly's
legs, and began licking away. Even though I had not consulted the
ship's computer, I seemed to be doing something right, as Molly gasped
with pleasure over and over. Nancy was rubbing herself, nearly prancing
with excitement.
"Your cock, now, dad -- if you don't mind," Molly panted. "Please?"
I
eagerly shifted up into position, and put my tip at her opening. Nancy
brought her head in close to look, and saw what I only felt -- my tip
poking Molly's pussy opening.
"Oh, it looks so, so sexy, Molly!" Nancy reported.
The
opening was small and tight, and only the intrusion of my manhood would
make the skin spread to transform it into a true opening. Her body was
prepared and eager for exactly that -- and I then felt my organ
disappearing into hot wetness. She was very tight, but the way was wide
enough and clear all the way until I was up to the hilt. My studious
girl must have finished her homework with the bananas.
My tongue
work had put her right at the edge, because after ten strokes, Molly
screamed her orgasm. A few giggles were heard throughout the compound.
I heard a wooden plate slammed down on a table at some distance, and I
knew that would be Sue.
I didn't delay. Within thirty seconds I erupted deep inside Molly and
plastered her cunt with my sticky white gift.
I did Nancy within an hour, and things went the same way except that
she stifled her scream.
Although
my fatherly self insisted there was really no need for them to follow
up with giving me head, I was desperately hoping they would anyway. And
they did. Later that night Nancy lay on me, breastlets available for my
eager kissing and sucking, while Molly licked and sucked my cock. She
displayed her book learning by inducing a laser-intense orgasm, even
more stunning than the one Nancy had given me.
Although I continued to keep Sue and Tina satisfied, Nancy and Molly
and I fucked like bunnies over the next few days.
I
had an inspiration to try something different. I penetrated Molly bunny
style and thrust away. I pretended that I was about to come, but then I
pulled out and surprised Nancy by wrestling her into bunny position
herself and invading her pussy. After pounding her a while, I switched
back to Molly. Back and forth I went.
They soon transformed it
into a friendly competition to be the one to get the sperm prize with
especially arousing and dirty talk. Nancy won that round.
I
accepted the ministrations of Nancy's and Molly's tongues a half dozen
times. They were magnificent experiences, but I decided to put an end
to it. My semen was needed inside pussies, and I wanted to stop
thinking about this other alternative. In terms of pure physical
sensations it actually felt better in its own way.
As
the years went by, our band grew faster. As my daughters came of age,
one by one, they started bearing a steady stream of babies to join the
one Sue produced.
However, they were all girls.
Molly and
Nancy pointed out one silver lining: the population was growing much
faster than it would have with a mix of the two sexes. There were twice
as many uteruses, and as long as I could keep them all filled most of
the time, we could keep growing rapidly.
But for the longer term, we needed boys. How could we make boys?
(end of Part 2)
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