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Chronicles of Suran,3 of 3 Fg, rom, inc, ped, cons, lac, toys, mast, ScFi,
FF.
by Catherine N.X. (holokittynx@ziplip.com).
Third person - childlove, lesbian, mother/daughter, semi-utopian.
Synopsis: A fictional island democracy where childlove is legal, as seen
through romantic and political vignettes focusing on the people who live
there.
Rachel, chapter three.
Wednesday, 5th December, 2074.
The pancakes were turning out badly. For some reason they were burning
faster than they browned. Sonja had no idea what she was doing wrong, and
finally decided it was the skillet. She had never used it for pancakes
before, and could not honestly remember using it at all. She and Rachel
had washed up and done their hair after cuddling in bed most of the
morning, so they could go out on a moment's notice if they wanted to. She
turned to the robe-clad girl sitting at the table with a knowing smile on
her face. Rachel changed the smile to a bright toothy grin and said,
"IHOP." Sonja nodded with a defeated look. "IHOP."
Five minutes later they were fully dressed, their mutual lust for syrupy
breakfast speeding the preparation. For the first time in days Sonja wore
denim, in the form of nearly black stonewashed jeans of the sort a classic
rock guitarist might wear on stage. They were snug enough to flatter her
butt, but nowhere near skintight. She checked the fit of the pockets as
she entered the kitchen, asking her daughter if the ensemble worked. To
go
with the jeans she had chosen a snug, dark red, V-necked knit top that
revealed her bellybutton and the waist of her dark red panties if she
stretched. Otherwise it showed only a sliver of her flat white tummy and
the steel mesh belt she wore with the jeans. Her protection from the
elements consisted of a black cloth trench coat with lapels, and a
hilariously old-fashioned black Stetson felt hat with a gray band and small
red feather. She looked like a 2070s club DJ who'd borrowed her coat and
hat from a 1940s private detective. Her only jewelry was a beaded choker,
and she had replaced the seal in her jack with one that glowed red. As
were many of her shoes, the comfortable synthetic low-rise leather walking
boots were simple and black. Rachel approved.
For her own part Rachel had opted to dress...softly. Her shirt was
lush, chocolate brown hemp that at first glance appeared to be inside out
due to the reverse stitching. Its shallow V-neck was unbuttoned, and lined
with embroidered swirls and curlicues that formed another more ornate V
around it. Under it she wore a dark green cotton dress with the same
reverse stitching down its sides. The ensemble was very cuddly to look at,
and felt like heaven against her skin. The only hint of Rachel's signature
blue was in a plain blue metal square that hung flat against her chest from
black cord, just barely visible inside the V-neck. Over her outfit she
wore a heavy dark red knit hooded robe that hung to her ankles. Rachel
started making her way to the car, and Sonja found her purse before
following suit.
Rachel suspected the pancakes and corned beef hash would be too much for
her to finish, but she'd finish the hash first because it was one of her
favorite foods. For this reason Sonja was willing to pay twelve pounds,
the price of her entire breakfast, just for the saucerful of cloned beef.
Killing most animals was illegal in Suran, as was the importing of meat
taken by killing animals, but the meat itself could be cloned from animal
DNA. Specific chops and parts could be created without creating the rest
of the animal. This made real meat more expensive and increased the use
of
substitutes like soy protein. There was little complaint about it in
countries like Suran where it had been the case for years and most wallets
were used to the cost. Or from Rachel herself. She inhaled the hash in
less than two minutes, and was halfway through the kid-sized pancakes just
as Sonja's coffee was cooling.
"So what do we do today? Shopping? Movies? Museums?" Rachel thought
for a moment, with a distracted expression on her face. She had clothes.
There was nothing good at the movies she hadn't seen. Her current Lego
project was taking forever, but didn't seem to require any parts she didn't
have. She racked her brain for a minute, considering aloud various mildly
interesting things that came to mind, all boring in comparison to what had
gone on the previous night, before replying, "Let's stay home." Sonja was
surprised at the choice, but it was hardly an involved one and of course
required no planning or calling ahead for tickets or anything of the sort.
A plain old day off at home would be quite nice, and would give her and
Rachel time to talk. She nodded, chuckling, "That'll probably be as much
fun as anything else on a Wednesday." Rachel nodded her agreement as she
tried finishing off the pancakes, an endeavor which proved futile in a
matter of minutes. For a while they sat there, talking about the school
work Rachel's teachers had emailed home for her. All of it combined would
hardly take an hour that evening.
From there they moved to talk of the Saturnalia celebration which would
soon descend upon the huge backyard they shared with Takeshi and Geoff.
Sonja was quite the party animal, and it was apparently a gene she'd passed
on to her silly little girl. As usual there would be excellent party music
and catering, and Takeshi and Geoff were hosting an afterparty bacchanal
in
one of their house's larger rooms. Rachel remembered that mostly grownups
and older kids had gravitated toward her dad's house as the previous year's
party had wound down, and at the time had been to tired to ask what they
would be doing.
Sonja remembered the previous year's bacchanal quite well. Rachel had
gone up to her room to nod off, full of finger food and having tired as the
party wound down. Dana and her husband Michael were helping clean up the
deck behind Sonja's house as the catering crew slowly evaporated with its
linens and grills. Sonja and Geoff were collecting chairs and setting them
against the railing of the deck when a 30-ish woman Takeshi had invited
offered to help. Sonja thanked her, and as they moved about the yard they
started a lively conversation. Roughly Sonja's height and blonde with huge
brown eyes, Robin was a friend of Takeshi's who'd met him while taking
orders for equipment his department used in its research. She was from
Australia as Sonja deduced from the accent, and would be staying on Kessler
Atoll just off Tashkana Island for a few days until her sales calls in
Suran were done.
Robin was easy to talk to, open, with a deep soothing voice that sounded
like silk to Sonja. A mildly awkward silence arose, and Sonja found it
quite easy to ask if Robin was taken. She wasn't, and asked if Sonja would
like to join the dozen or so people retiring to Takeshi's studio. Sonja
smiled, taking the confident Aussie by the hand and giggling as they walked
to Takeshi's deck.
Had this backyard been in America or the UK, she might have asked Dana
to watch Rachel, or taken Robin to her own bedroom instead of Takeshi and
Geoff's house barely sixty meters away. But violent crime in Suran had few
motivations and fewer manifestations, and in spite of that the house's
security system had even fewer holes. Most people would probably not even
be able to break the windows or fool the locks. The house didn't even have
any materials in its construction that would burn at less than plasma
weapon temperatures. Another, less obvious layer of security surrounded
Rachel's snoring form - Surani loved their children. Their children being
any within their sight. Even the most hardened Surani criminal would pride
himself on his constitutional inability to harm a child. And not one
citizen had defied that aspect of Surani culture since twelve years before
the war with the United States.
Even foreign predators knew from the news that hurting a child anywhere
in the Corporate would turn the Surani into a murderous (and, from their
largely civilian-waged war with the US, unusually deadly) mob. Of the
scant few Americans and Europeans who had tried having their way with
children while visiting or working in Suran, more than half had been
attacked in the streets and beaten to within an inch of their lives before
being dragged to a constabulary office. One had, upon conviction for
raping and murdering a ten year old boy, been torn to pieces by a gang with
batons and knives before she could be transferred to the correctional
facility on Angeles Megafloat. Penalties for those who had attacked such
criminals tended to be formalities like community service, or perhaps a few
years teaching trades in prison for more severe vigilantism. Ethical
justification for breaking the law was, by statute, often a factor in the
resultant sentence. As Sonja had found when she got a fine for beating up
her brother's abusive girlfriend. Whether they personally knew her or not
every adult in the Corporate stood between Rachel and any harm, and knew
they would get a slap on the wrist if they broke the law to protect her.
The studio toward the front of Takeshi's house had been divided into
sections by heavy curtains for a measure of privacy. Unlike Robin, Sonja
knew the house quite well and led her to the smallest corner. There they
found a six foot circular beanbag bed, covered by a blanket and perfectly
dented in the middle. They settled on the bed next to each other, low soft
light soothing their eyes as they began stroking each other's hair and
faces.
Robin's touch was surprisingly light, careful, and Sonja hardly noticed
as they slowly undressed each other. By the time they were free of their
clothes, Sonja was lubricating as if she'd been touching herself for an
hour. Robin's hands carried Sonja from one orgasm to another, and her
almost humorous approach kept a smile on Sonja's face for most of the
evening. Robin was playful, creative, but capable of letting go when Sonja
took control and pleasured her in return. They made love for nearly four
hours, and slept nude for another hour before dressing each other and
leaving for Sonja's den. As they walked out they noticed that Takeshi and
Geoff had ironically been too tired to indulge in the bacchanal they'd
thrown, instead cuddling on their sofa and falling asleep.
Sitting in the restaurant booth next to Rachel, Sonja realized that
she'd been thinking more about her past encounters over the previous month
or so than usual. Her masturbation was increasing in frequency, and
fantasies came more easily. After observing Rachel's experience the night
before, she had dreamed about her own adolescent experiences, about the
feeling of sexual pleasure being new and unknown again. The shower before
breakfast had been more self-pleasure than scrubbing and exfoliating.
Rachel was in a similarly sensual mood. Everything seemed brighter and
happier than the day before, and she wanted to stay home and play with
herself more now that she realized what fun it could be. She found herself
leaning against her mother's side, the fullness in her tummy pleasant as
it
settled with the help of cold sweet tea. Her mother's hand on her head
was, like the full tummy, a wonderfully simple pleasure, and she responded
by nuzzling the side of her mother's breast. The closeness was Rachel's
own personal heaven. When she was with Mommy her world consisted of hugs
and laughs and her mother's honey scent and warm milk. The previous night
had brought a new form of affection about which she was quite curious. She
had no reason to ignore that curiosity, so she indulged it.
She got up on her knees and hugged her mother around the neck for a
moment. Sonja welcomed her baby's affection as usual and put her arms
around Rachel's waist, but this time was surprised as the hug was replaced
by Rachel's lips on her own. They had kissed a little the night before,
but Sonja would probably not have thought of it if she hadn't been trying
to help Rachel orgasm. This was Rachel taking what she knew she wanted,
and Sonja obliged her.
The waiter was approaching their booth to check on whether they needed
anything else, but noticed them kissing and like many Surani considered it
very rude to interrupt them. So the party two booths over got their
refills a little early. The girl and her pretty adult girlfriend - or
perhaps mother - kissed like teenagers, the kissing an act of kindness and
romantic friendship. It was free of the overly involved, slightly
pretentious soap-opera quality some older lovers seemed to show when making
out in public. The love he noticed as he passed them was simple,
uncomplicated and reckless. It was love for love's sake, seemingly
indulging itself in defiance of place or time. Seeing it he realized that
the same quality was why his current relationship was working and would
continue to work. Why his disagreements with his girlfriend never came to
shouting or resulted in them going to bed angry. They valued their love
more than their own egos. That evening he would propose to her, far sooner
than he had planned on.
Sonja parted her lips slightly, letting Rachel taste her tongue as her
sides were caressed by her mother's fingers. Rachel giggled and Sonja
kissed her forehead before asking, "Do you like that?" Rachel's face was
stuck in a wide grin that barely narrowed as she said, "I like your
tongue." Sonja chuckled and granted her daughter's wish, licking Rachel's
small lips and letting her suck the soft tongue again. The wet warm
feeling thrilled Rachel from her mouth to her genitals, and her arms
weakened with the excitement until she leaned against her mother to support
herself. They continued their clumsy affection for several minutes before
Rachel said with a rather declarative tone that she wanted to go home.
Sonja picked her up after leaving a tip, and paid for their meal at the
front counter. Every new thing they ordered was transmitted from the
waiter's tablet up to the counter as he wrote it, so their balance was
already there when they arrived. They were in the trike a minute later,
and home ten minutes after that. For what seemed like half an hour they
kissed in Sonja's bed before talking about Rachel's experience the night
before.
"How do I make myself shake like that again?"
"It varies from girl to girl. You might have to rest for a few minutes
after each orgasm, or you might be able to keep rubbing the whole time and
they'll just come one after the other. But you liked it?" Rachel nodded
and put her head down on the pillow. Her mother continued. "Different
things can make your body get sexually aroused. It could be attention from
someone you're attracted to, or seeing someone else being affectionate with
their lover, or just a fantasy in your mind. But I certainly enjoy
indulging myself when I get hot. Does anything you see during the day make
you feel like that?" Rachel smiled, seeming to evade the question while
simultaneously burying her face in her mother's side. Sonja smiled
curiously, thinking perhaps Rachel hadn't put any thought into it or wasn't
interested in saying. Rachel surprised her again. "You make me feel like
that, Mommy." Sonja was less surprised at this from a daughter who seemed
to thrive on physical affection than she was at how easily Rachel said it.
In spite of her arousal, the meal had left Rachel in too lazy a mood to
try masturbating again. As Sonja caressed her back and neck, Rachel dozed
off with her face nestled between her mother's breasts. Sonja couldn't
move at all without waking her up, so for a while they slept.
When Sonja woke up she found Rachel was awake and studying her face.
She smiled, and lifted her head to give her daughter a peck on the
forehead. They pressed their cheeks together for a moment, and Sonja
whispered in her baby's ear.
"I love you, baby..."
"Mmmm. I love you too, Mommy." More slow teasing kisses ensued, and for
a while Rachel enjoyed playing with her mother's breasts as they cuddled.
For much of the morning they remained in that position, Rachel straddling
her mother and drifting in and out of sleep until around lunchtime.
They spent that afternoon trying on various outfits and makeup they'd
bought recently but not had a chance to experiment with, and a few
combinations they hadn't tried before. Sonja carefully drew a small star
on her daughter's left cheek with a pale metallic blue skin marker. It was
a quirky signature effect that Rachel liked to wear from time to time, at
school and out on the town. Sometimes she wore a blue-violet Spectra-Flare
appliquĊ½ in place of the drawn star, but there was no material for the
appliquĊ½ in the house. In any event she usually preferred the marker.
Sonja sat on the dressing bench in Rachel's room, the munchkin in her
lap admiring herself in the mirror. Rachel was playing with her hair as
her mother made it her business to kiss and nibble the back of the girl's
head. Rachel stopped for a moment, trying a silver hairpin which like all
her hairpins and barettes clashed too much with her star. Sonja gently
removed the pin as she and Rachel looked each other in the eyes via their
reflections.
"You've never needed anything flashy in your hair. It's too nice on its
own." She ran her fingers through it, teasing it out as Rachel smiled in
the knowledge that her mother was right. Rachel shook her head, letting
her hair fly about and land in a fuller, livelier shape than before.
Gently her mother's fingers pulled it to the sides, starting at the center
of her forehead and dragging their way outward to reveal more of her face.
"Look at how beautiful you are, Rachel Shimura Lindstrom." Rachel's grin
grew wider as she agreed with her mother. "Want to wow the town with how
cute you are?"
Rachel struck a pose on her mother's lap, joking, "You just want to go
out so you don't have to cook tonight." Sonja's smile cracked wider. "Damn
straight. So where do you want to go?" Rachel's favorite dinners tended
to
involve seafood - a pricey taste, but one her mother rarely hesitated to
indulge. Tonight would be no exception. "Something Fishy." It wasn't a
vague suggestion. Something Fishy was a rather humorously presented family
restaurant less than fifteen minutes from the house specializing in sushi,
Western style fish entrees, and stir fry.
As sometimes happened on a weekday, Something Fishy's unusually small
parking lot was at capacity. Fortunately they had rented extra spaces a
block down. After being directed to it by the attendant outside the
restaurant, Sonja pulled into the lot and found a space rather quickly.
She and Rachel held hands as they walked to the restaurant, the cool breeze
a nice accompaniment to their walk.
Rachel's demeanor seemed changed, in some subtle way Sonja could not
quite identify. She inhaled the evening air more deeply than usual, her
eyes drinking in everything around her. Her movements were more fluid, as
if she were more comfortable in her body than she had been before. To
Sonja, her lips looked as if they might be struggling to contain a smile.
Sonja's reward for watching her daughter's face instead of where she was
walking was a sudden collision between her left shoulder and a pylon
holding one of the soft white street lights lining the sidewalk. As Sonja
took her right hand from Rachel's left and rubbed the slightly sore
shoulder, Rachel asked, "Are you okay, Mom?" Sonja grimaced and answered
in
the affirmative, taking Rachel's hand again. Her purse was on the left,
and as they walked she withdrew her PDA to ensure it had not been damaged.
As she turned it on to check, she saw that she had an email from Karen
Washington.
A week before, Sonja might have viewed another date as some hellishly
pretentious ordeal to avoid at all cost. But tonight she felt the way
Rachel looked. Soft, delicate, but confident - possessed of the knowledge
that life was simply a good thing. Her career as an architect was on more
or less the track she wanted it to be on. She was starting to get projects
not only from Australia, but Japan and the UK as well. None of these were
extravagant projects; most were residential designs or small businesses
like restaurants. But the work was more than rewarding both financially
and personally.
Sonja had spent her entire life creating things and influencing her
environment. If not decorating her parents' home and later her own, she
was always immersed in one art project or another. Her favorite media were
clay and wood, out of which she had created countless tiny sculptures and
housewares such as incense burners. Rachel was similarly artistic, but so
far her medium of choice was coloring pencils. Most of her drawings were
of nature or her friends and family.
Once seated inside they decided what they wanted quickly. Rachel
ordered shrimp, and for Sonja it was sushi. Icewater and juice came in a
matter of minutes, with the mildly sweet rice crackers the restaurant
served as appetizers. Their entrees were brought soon after, and in less
than thirty minutes they were both holding their tummies in their hands and
enjoying the sensation of being full. Their waitress was expedient in
providing the check and takeout boxes, so the only thing between them and
the door was the lethargy normally caused by a satisfying meal.
"Mmmmm...I'm stuffed." Rachel looked as if she'd just inhaled half a
pound of chocolate, as gauged by Sonja from the dreamy look on the girl's
face. She knew the feeling.
"Me too...ready to go?" Rachel nodded, and they were out the door to
enjoy the cool wet evening air. A nearby park provided the perfect venue
for a nighttime stroll. Like many 'parks' on the island, the lightly
wooded area was the size of the average American forest preserve.
Constables on scooters and motorcycles patrolled the walks, their routes
timed so that one passed any given point at most every ten minutes.
Several clearings had families with grills, their kids enjoying LED-lit
kites or model rockets as music played. One clearing held the dissipating
remnants of a corporate picnic.
Rachel enjoyed her share of electronic entertainment, but like her mom
had no trouble appreciating nature. Both enjoyed seeing various critters
play around and nibble the foliage. The SDC's temperate climate supported
plenty of animals and plants without too many insects, and it was quite
common to see deer or bobcats in Tashkana Island's parks. Sonja suggested
stopping at a pond where the lights made it easy to see the fish even at
night, and they sat on one of several huge rounded stones placed along the
shore for just that purpose. As Rachel curled up on her side with her head
in her mother's lap, Sonja took the opportunity to check her email from
Karen. It was amusingly staid and uneasy, but plainly indicated that she
was interested in seeing Sonja again.
"Hi, Sonja...I wanted to let you know how much fun I had on our date.
My evenings the rest of the week are free, so I'd love to find a nice
restaurant or a movie or something. Hope you're interested...
Karen"
Sonja figured a second date would be fun even if it didn't lead to a
relationship, so she wrote a reply and decided to call Karen the next day.
Thursday, 6th December, 2074.
As it turned out, Sonja never got the chance to call Karen. As she and
Rachel were enjoying ice cream after dinner, the computer announced that
Karen was on the phone. Sonja excused herself and took it in her office.
"Hi, Karen. What're you up to?"
"Wondering what you'd like to do Friday night." Sonja smiled. For the
next twenty minutes Karen charmed her on the phone, and when the phone
returned to its cradle they had plans for dinner and a movie. As a light
romantic comedy seemed the perfect fare for a casual date, they opted on
seeing "Frosty Stout." It focused on two men with no business experience
discovering a fantastic recipe for stout while on their honeymoon, and
deciding to start their own brewery. Both actors had demonstrated comedic
chops in a few of their roles, and both Karen and Sonja expected them to
deliver a few laughs even if the movie was mediocre.
Going back to the couch, Sonja found that Rachel had put her mother's
leftover ice cream in the freezer after a few minutes. Nibbling the
thoughtful little girl's forehead and thanking her, Sonja got her ice cream
and finished it with Rachel snuggled next to her on the couch. The spent
the remainder of the evening curled up watching sitcoms and a cop show.
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