Common date 2-45-872.214 14:37
‘Why do we still bother with a twenty-four hours clock?’ Yan wondered. Certainly it was a leftover from the home planet. Man had proved very adaptable to Persephone's 36 hour day and Boann's 6 hour day. Maybe that was what helped man conquer Home, an ability to live in almost any environment. Funny too, that all of the planet's were still named for Home deities, as if the thousands of gods Mankind had created to explain the incomprehensible universe had followed him out into that universe.
He looked out the visipanel filled with blackness and glittering stars. There were so many stars. But Man had still not run into any other race capable of spaceflight. Of course, we were still exploring and settling a very small sector of a very large galaxy in an even bigger universe. The closest to advanced intelligent life had been those things on the Dog planet. They were called dogs for want of a better term. They built dwellings from mud and sticks, had a language we had managed to learn, though we could never make the sounds. An engineer on the first landing ship had reprogrammed a standard translator by adding the Dog sounds and the box had learned their language so that we could communicate with them.
It turned out their word for us was strange food. Imagine telling the Captain, "Excuse me Sir; their word for us is Strange Food."
"Damn it, rescind that invitation to dinner," the Captain would shout. “And man the guns.”
Yan was roused from his maundering, an occupational hazard of spaceflight when all you had to do was look at stars, by his daughter bouncing down the tube. She jumped into the control room and breathlessly hopped over, leaning down so she was at eye level, "Daddy, when are you going to show me celestial navigation?" She batted her eyes as well.
He couldn't help but look at his pretty daughter. If she only knew what she did to him at moments like this? Their colony was on the planet Tyr and it was a cold world. Like all people of the cold, anytime they were warm, off came the clothes. And in a climate controlled craft where the temperature, the humidity, everything was controlled to the percent; there was no reason to wear clothes.
"Holly, celestial navigation isn’t something you pick up in five minutes," he said. He liked her name. It reminded him of the North of Home planet. Tyr, being a cold world had been settled largely by Scandinavians fleeing the all embracing governments at home. The government knew everything you did, and taxed it. That wasn't really true, Yan supposed, legally. Everything was owned by the government and they decided how much you could keep of what you had earned. Those who had fled to the stars were determined never to let government get control of their lives again.
"Dad," Holly whined in that voice that drove Yan crazy.
He tacked, "How are your studies for today?"
"Fine," she said, diffidently.
"Central control..." he said into the air.
"Central control ready," an alto voice answered, neither male nor female.
Holly huffed, "I haven’t finished, if that's what you want to know."
"Should I ask how much you haven’t finished?" he asked her. “How can you expect to learn navigation when you haven’t yet completed Analytic Geometry yet alone non-Euclidian Geometry. You can’t navigate Einsteinian space without…”
Holly turned in mid sentence and sulked off to her cabin. Yan laughed to himself. He won that round. He watched her cute little butt that so reminded him of her mother. God, he missed her mother. And Holly was her image. Yan had to wonder how much longer he would be winning the arguments with Holly. She was maturing rapidly and her command of logic was sharpening every day. He knew she was soon going to be his intellectual equal. She’d be back ready for him. He turned back to the dark speckled image of the galaxy. Way off there was his star and home.
Yan had taken Holly with him to Nabu, a desert world, since she was too young to remain alone, or so he justified it. He had arranged a trading pact where they would send hard woods, scarce on Nabu, for fruits and luxury products from Nabu. Yan was pleased since the terms of the trading pact favored Tyr, or so he thought. Of course, the trading companies on Nabu were happy with the quality and price of the scarce and therefore valuable wood they would be receiving. They clasped their hands in glee on how they had fleeced this soft off worlder from the snowy planet. Fruit grew everywhere you could transport water, but wood was hard to get.
Inter-world trading was barter at its most basic. There was no money that was good from world to world. Even coin was only as valuable as the metal it was made from. Paper money was for lighting fires. Every trade had to be valued by both sides in their own world view. Weeds on one world were valuable on another.
Yan’s thoughts turned back to Holly. She was growing so fast these days. Every day she seemed to be more and more a woman, her hips swelling, her breasts filling, assuming the classic hour glass shape that has so drawn men, from the Minoan godesses to the Venus of Urbino to girlie magazines. He felt his manhood swelling and mentally slapped himself. He had to do that often these days. ‘Damn it! Holly is my daughter,’ he remonstrated himself. Yan shook his head to clear the images. Unfortunately for him, it wouldn’t be long before the thoughts would be back.
The object of his reflections was back in her cabin, if you could call a one by two meter cubbyhole a cabin, Holly folded out her bed from the wall. She flopped onto it, the gentle gravity allowing her to settle into the cushion. She called out, "My diary."
Like everything else, her diary was actually part of the main AI unit. But instead of master control, a soft young female voice answered, "Diary open at Common date 2-45-872.214 14:52." Then more personably, it said “Hi, Holly. What’s going on?”
“It’s my stupid dad again. School work, all he thinks of is studying,” Holly said irritably. “Why can’t he show me how to navigate?”
“What do you want to do?” the diary asked. It wasn’t programmed to be a full companion, but it did hold conversations, which helped.
Holly laid back, a dreamy expression on her face. “I guess I want to get married,” she said. Holly only knew Tyr and that is what women did on their planet. “What good will Analytic Geometry do me tending the Caribou herd while my husband cuts wood for export? What good will Space Biology do me keeping my house?”
“Good questions,” prompted the Diary as was its duty.
Holly lay back and imagined a man between her legs as she was doing so often these days. Almost all buildings on Tyr were one room affairs, easier to keep warm through the long Tyrian winter. Holly had a bunk near the rafters, to stay warmer, while her parents had a bed lower. She could look down and watch them easily. Even before the winds of change began to tear through her body, she had been avid in watching her parents coupling. Then, her mother had become separated from the other women while tending the herds, a storm had blown in and she had become disoriented and lost. Before they could find her, she had frozen. Pioneer worlds are cruel worlds.
Now Holly was the woman of the house. Her eyes closed as her hand lay on her belly. She began to see an image, a man above her, moving into her. She gasped as her hand touched her most sensitive places. Her hand insinuated itself between her legs, stroking her. The image became stronger, the man making love to her. Holly moaned as the diary remained discretely silent, recording as it was programmed to do.
Holly was now caught up in her fantasy, moaning and crying aloud as the stranger made love to her. He seemed familiar now as she seemed to be looking down from above as she had watched her parents. She felt the climax coming and cried out. As she reached her peak, she could see her face and above her it was her father, just as he had been above her mother… It was her father making love to her. In surprise she called out, “Daddy…” as she climaxed, moaning and crying out in her pleasure.
Tyr, being a pioneering world didn’t have many laws or customs, other than cooperation and let others be. There were simply too many challenges for everyone to stir up trouble for others. That meant everyone did what they were capable of. If a boy could work, he did. If he could support a wife, he married. If a girl wanted to marry, she did. There wasn’t any silly age of majority; you did what you could as soon as you could and everyone was glad you were contributing.
Tyr still had a small population. While child parent marriage would be considered unusual, by custom rather than law, inter-family marriage would scarcly cause most to look twice. Cousins married all the time. Villages were small and scattered and generally populated by extended family groups. When a boy felt the hankering and looked around, eligible females were either sisters or cousins most likely.
Like all pioneer societies, the bias of the soft home civilization had to be left behind to survive. All was measured aginst that one goal, survival. And like all pioneer societies, children were essential so that pregnancy was treated as an offer, proof of compatibility, and acceptance of marriage. Holly was well aware that soon she would be finding a husband and that the most likely way she would find him would be between her thighs impregnating her.
The pioneers had been screened for dangerous recessives. Frankly, most Tyrians were better off marrying a cousin or a sibling than they would have a stranger from Home. They didn’t carry bad gene matches. On the way from Home, they had eliminated all viruses. Sickness on this cold planet was almost unknown. When Yan and Holly set out, they had to go through an extensive preparation of injections and treatments so they wouldn’t bring back a Pandora’s Box of diseases from off world.
All products brought down to the surface were either exposed to the vacuum of space which would crack even the toughest virus protein coating, or if they couldn’t be exposed, they were irradiated upon landing. The Tyrians were determined to keep off world diseases off their world.
“Central control,” the AI unit announced itself.
Yan sat up and answered, “What is it?”
“The diary unit has recorded an anomaly, Sir. We thought it best to bring it to your attention.”
Yan was now at a loss. He hated the idea of listening in on his daughter’s diary. But why had central control suddenly become concerned? “Anomaly?” he asked.
“Yes sir. Diary unit recorded unknown and possibly troubling sound pattern,” the unit said.
That was easier, Yan thought. He wouldn’t listen to her diary, just the troubling pattern. “Please play the troubling pattern,” he commanded the unit.
“Playing,” the unit said.
Yan listened to the recording. He couldn’t figure out exactly what he was hearing, immediately. Then the pattern evoked strange feelings in him and he began to recognize the sounds. “Is this Holly?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” the unit answered.
But this sounded like a… He had to admit to himself it sounded like a woman masturbating. During their sex play he had watched Holly’s mother do this and it had sounded just the same. The breathing became rapid and the moans stronger. Yan felt his own cock swell in response. Could Holly be touching herself? No, she was too young. But what was this then?
That’s when Yan heard his daughter’s voice, thick with lust moaning out the word he never would have expected in this circumstance, “Daddy.” Yan was stunned. There was no doubt from the thick lust in that voice what was occurring. But why would she be saying Daddy?
“End of recording anomaly,” Central control said.
Yan cleared his throat, “Central control, look up female masturbation.”
There was the briefest pause, then it came back, “Indexed and categorized as female masturbation. Anomaly clarified.”
The words hung in the air, anomaly clarified as if that solved it all. Yan couldn’t ignore those words after that so off hand indexing of his daughter’s behavior. Female masturbation. Daddy? Yan felt the urge in his body. He looked down to see his shaft erect and pulsing with need, the reddened tip wet with pre-cum discharge, his balls pulled up against his body, heaving with desire to empty themselves.
Yan quickly bolted to his cabin, lay back, took his cock in hand, and in seconds was close to cumming. He hadn’t tried, but the image flooding his mind was of Holly, little Holly, masturbating in her bed while crying out for her dad. That was all it took for him to loose torrents of cum.
Dinner was distinctly uncomfortable. Yan couldn’t address what he had learned about with Holly. Holly was also troubled by the images she had during her session. Why had she been seeing her dad in her mind? Her trouble was that she had few other men to fill her fantasy life. The kinds of entertainment common on the industrial worlds hadn’t yet made it to Tyr. They still had books, paper books. If she hadn’t been traveling with her father on one of the colony’s few ships, she would be doing her study from books instead of the Central Control.
So the number of men in her life was few and the greatest number of them were married. It didn’t take long before a boy married and set up his own house. Holly counted the number of eligible bachelors and couldn’t fill up one hand. Of those few, she wasn’t much impressed with any. It shouldn’t be a surprise that Holly found the most eligible man to be the one she already loved, her father. But there was no possible way Holly could bring this up, even if she could have fully articulated her feelings, which she couldn’t. So she fumbled around with her food.
Yan was in a slightly different position. He knew how kids were when they began exploring sex, prickly as porcupines. How do you hug a porcupine? He would have loved to be able to ask Holly and get it all out in the air. He knew from experience that trying to do so would only bring an absolute denial while cutting their own communication. She would have been embarrassed to know that her father knew. So he sat on his words, and on his feelings.
What neither person could control was the growing desire they both felt. Yan’s sexual fantasies, learning of Holly’s desire, had swerved strongly to her. His night dreams were filled with her. His daytime maunderings constantly veered towards images of her. And when he saw her, gloriously naked, his body would respond already primed by his dreams and he would have to run off. He hadn’t masturbated this much since he was a teen, jacking off several times a day.
For Holly, once having broached the subject of regarding her father as a sexual companion, there was no putting the genie back in the bottle. He was there. He was the only man there and she did love him. And he was a sexy man. She could see that with her own eyes. Now, when she touched herself, the image of the man taking her was him, him right now on the ship, him in the future back on Tyr in front of the fire, wrapped in their bed. It was always him. She didn’t know what to do: she was drawn to him and at the same time, wanting him to remain her Daddy.
Days passed as the sexual images overwhelmed the two of them until it seemed all they could think about was the other. Such tension was unsustainable of course.
Yan had just run a simulation to check their course and time to arrive. He was happy that everything was on course for Tyr. He had settled back in his chair when Holly bounced into control. She was in an affectionate mood at the moment. She bounced over to her dad and flopped into his lap snuggling, as she so often did as a little girl.
Things had changed, specifically her. Yan was surprised by Holly flopping into his lap, but instinctively he caught her and pulled her tight. His surprise was short lived as he felt her soft skin against his. Immediately, he felt one hard point and looked down to see her nipple pressing against his chest. Her other breast, small but tight, stood proudly. Her ass pressed down on his groin. That was all it took. This was no longer his little girl. This was a woman.
With the recent fantasies so firmly in his mind, having Holly in his lap turned on the hormones. His cock started to swell even before he knew it. Holly felt it as soon as he did. At first she wondered what this was, pressing against her. Then she knew. Holly was shocked, but at the same time, her body responded instinctively as it had been prepped over the last weeks. It wanted a man and here was the man it wanted, grinding an erection against her butt. The hormones flooded her body and Holly felt the wetness flood her pussy. Her mind instantly switched from affectionate daughter to desiring young woman. She ground back against her father’s growing cock.
When Yan realized his cock was swelling, he was mortified. ‘Damn traitorous cock,’ he raged in his mind while trying mightily to stop its rise. ‘Stop!’ he screamed in his mind. That was as effective as the sexual abstinence campaigns of the past century. Panicked now, Yan looked up at Holly’s face just as she ground down against him. He was shocked, but now for a very different reason. Holly’s face was a study in contrasts. There was an underlayment of lust and desire with a surface of anxiety and doubt. Yan wasn’t sure what it meant and what to do. His own doubt froze his actions long enough that he began to feel the heat and wetness of Holly’s loins grinding against his. She was in heat.
Holly felt powerful physical cravings surging in her body, more powerful than she had ever experienced. She held her father’s eye with hers, expecting him to reprove her for her licentious behavior. Instead, she saw desire reflected back to her. A surge of pure physical lust swelled in her breast and loins. She wanted to have sex with her whole being. The blood swelled her pussy, making it itch with desire, an itch that had to be scratched.
In a quick move, Holly slid one leg over so that she straddled her father’s legs facing him, her pussy now rubbing up and down his erect cock. Yan gasped at the pleasure as his cock parted her swollen lips and pressed against her soft interior, her juices pouring down onto his shaft. Holly’s body yearned for more as she felt his shaft sliding up and down the entire length of her pussy.
It had been two years since Yan had lost his wife; plenty of time to surface from the depths of mourning and to have normal sexual desire arise. Yan was as horny as any normal man, hornier at the moment since he had been being teased to death, unknowingly, by Holly. And here was the object of those fantasies, the teasing little minx herself, ready to be impaled. She was right on his lap. His hands wrapped around her hips, guiding her just a little higher as she next slid up his staff.
Holly felt her dad’s hand lifting her slightly and she followed, ready… She knew she was ready…
His cock leapt up as she lifted clear. Yan guided her back down but this time his shaft was no longer pressed between them. This time the head lodged in her opening. The desire welled up in Holly’s breast. As Yan guided, she pressed with all her will, wanting it… His glans split her guarding lips and speared into the girl’s tight sheath. Holly yipped in pain as her hymen split.
They looked into each other’s face, Yan in concern, Holly in momentary distress. But as quickly as the pain had hit, it passed. Holly once again was overwhelmed by the desire coursing in her veins. Yan saw the pain vanish replaced by lust. He pressed up with his hips. Holly gasped as she was spread open by his hard shaft. It seemed to be opening her whole body. But she wanted it. As he paused, she pressed down sending even more into her. Again and again she pressed until her loins ground down onto his and there was no more to take.
Holly looked down at where their bodies joined, her hairless blood-filled lips mashed down onto his hairy loins, innocence meets maturity, though she had no such philosophical thoughts. She only thought how big he was and how filled up she was.
Yan looked down to see his daughter’s pussy pressed down onto his loins, her pure pussy lips pressed against his body. He felt her inner muscles pulsing tightly around his cock. God, she was tight and hot. He felt an overwhelming desire to fuck her hard but held back knowing it was her first time. She looked up a bit amazed that she was actually doing this. Yan smiled and lifted her hips. Holly followed, releasing him until she reached the top of his shaft, then he guided her back down.
As she was filled again, Holly sighed. Yes, this is what she wanted, this feeling of being filled by a man, taken, possessed completely. Soon they had set up a steady slow rhythm of fucking, up and down, the squishing of body part into body.
It wasn’t the most comfortable of sexual positions, probably not even in the Kama Sutra, but it was more than adequate for two souls who had been craving just this, sex, for weeks. They held each other’s eye as Holly slowly fucked herself on Yan’s cock. Each searched for a sign that the other hated them for doing this. There were no such signals since each wanted this with their entire body and soul.
As they both spiraled up the peak of sexual climax, they realized that the other wanted them as much as they wanted the other. There was a moment of sympatico, when minds touched, Yes, I want you. At that moment all doubts dissipated. Holly felt the rush of climax surging in her chest. Yan saw the red flush on his daughter’s alabaster skin and his own climax surged.
Holly’s head fell back with the climax as her body writhed in climax above him. Yan felt the pulsing of her pussy as his cock responded. He jammed himself up into her tightly as his balls emptied themselves, blast after blast of his cum splashing up into the girl.
Yan fell back into his chair as Holly slumped forward onto his chest.
The only sound was their breathing and the soft sigh of the conditioning units. They lay there exhausted, recovering as Yan thought about what he should now do. When Holly lifted her face, a face suffused with satisfied lust, she smiled. That was enough for Yan. He kissed her lovingly. Then he picked her up and carried her to his cabin. They quickly cleaned up in the shower unit and Yan led her to his bed. Holly looked up at him with a question in her eyes.
“I’d like it if you would join me,” he said.
Holly smiled radiantly and threw her arms round his neck kissing him happily. “Always.”
They shared his bed for the rest of their journey home.
Back On Tyr
Yan and Holly had come home. The first thing was to get the fire going, which Holly did as Yan brought in more wood. Once the fire was blazing, they set about getting their cabin back up and running. They had been away for months now and everything was covered with a layer of dust. Cleaning and getting things out of storage took all day. Neighbor’s brought food for lunch and again for dinner. It was nightfall by the time the place was again clean enough to live in.
Exhausted, they sat in front of the fire. It was different now that they were no longer on the ship. They had neighbors again. They sat in reindeer trousers and blouses instead of naked. They were home and it was no longer a lark. Whatever they did now, they could no longer write it off as just one of those things. Yan felt the pressure of wanting something he knew he should forgo. “Time for bed,” he announced wishing for a quiet end to their affair. They were home and things would go back to the way they had been.
“Okay,” Holly answered. Yan sighed glad, but also sad, that it would be an easy end. Holly went out to use the latrine while Yan quickly undressed and climbed into his bed.
When Holly returned, she started taking off her outer clothes.
“Holly?” Yan asked.
“What?” she said as she skinned out of her trousers.
Yan pointed up to the rafters.
Holly put her hands on hips, “Daddy, I have been sharing your bed. If you think I’m being ousted to the rafter when this is a better and warmer bed, you’re crazy.” She skinned out of the last of her clothes, and shivering, jumped under the covers of his bed.
Yan knew he had to do something fast or he was lost. Holly, with only her head sticking out of the covers, gave him an impish little smile. Yan gasped for he knew what that impish smile foretold. He was lost as her head dipped under the covers. Her hand found his staff as it rose to meet her lips. She suckled on the half hard staff as Yan moaned in surrender. Holly wetted his shaft with her lips and tongue and spread it up and down with her jacking hand. Once lathered, she pushed back the caribou covers and mounted him, holding his staff erect, and sliding down over it.
Yan moaned as his shaft slid up inside his daughter. From above him, she held his eyes with the deep pools of hers, you are mine. He knew it to be true. She bottomed out so that he was completely inside her tight sheath.
They were home but it was to a new home, theirs.
Yan had returned from Nyame, a world of grass plains and scrub forests. Holly met him at the door a baby on her arm. After kissing, Yan held his daughter. “She is getting big already,” he said smiling. Holly smiled as well. Two more children came rushing up to greet their father. “Daddy! Daddy!” they cried dancing round their feet. He had to pick up each one. Holly led her husband into their home. She had dinner cooking, caribou stew with special off world seasonings, very rare.
Yan sat down at the table and let the two older children rifle his pockets for the inevitable present. Finding them, the children headed for the fire to open them. “Husband,” Holly said. “I am so happy to have you home.”
“Wife,” he responded, “I am so happy to be home.” They held hands across the table basking once again in their love, in their presence together.
Soon the neighbors were coming by to greet the wayfarer. Holly served bread and butter along with sweet cakes. The women chattered, happy for Holly knowing how much it means to have your husband in the home. The men inquired about the trade contract, would it mean more off world goods to make their lives easier?
No one was at all disgruntled, for Tyr was a frontier world and what mattered was the make of a man and woman, were they honest, hard workers, and good citizens. Yan and Holly were good neighbors and loving parents. Only in the perfumed snobbery of the established worlds would anything else matter.
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