'... Taiki Shirosaki, Thomas Farmer Sr. & Jr, Jillian Brown, Henry Brown, Timmy Brown, Angi Singh, Amy Singh, Uzziel Levi, Ruth Levi, Miriam Levi, Tsun Li, Chang Li, Mingmei Li, Zhen Li, Erin McCollum, Kouki Satou, Emi Satou, Junko Satou, Miki Satou, Misaki Watanabe, Hibiki Watanabe, James Lancaster, Samantha Lancaster, Henry Lancaster, and Catherine Lancaster,' the names flash through your mind, they are the names of the dead from the ship you knew and a few of your friends you had left on Earth. You had thought you let go of those people when had left, after all they were long dead and were going to be regardless of what had since happened back home. No, that was no longer home. Ceres is your home, your world, now. You take a deep breath. The smell of the chemicals used in the stasis beds wafted from 's hair along with natural smell of her hair. You sigh.
"Captain?" Project Genesis asks.
"Yeah, Project Genesis, I hear ya. Give me a second," you say. "Go find some clothes, check mom's or 's quarters for dresses, shoes, shirts, and pants; and undergarments for Pete's sake. I've seen enough of your jiggling chest for one day. Then meet me and in the captain's quarters." 'Jiggling chest, sheesh,' you think. Project Genesis/'s breast are more than a little distracting. But, then what were you to be distracted from? Your race was gone and would die with you and , and Project Genesis you suppose. How human was she anyway. A clone yes, but enhanced far beyond anything a human could hope to achieve, and filled with all the data someone else deemed she would need, but she was made to serve, to be a slave, but with no real experiences of her own yet. Meant to be a slave, would that make her inhuman; perhaps after so many thousands of years of aristocrats, governments, and corporations it had become human to be slaves. That makes you laugh to think about. You have already helped to her feet and are leading her to the captain's quarters. Her legs are You resign yourself the idea of being captain.
"? What could you possibly be laughing about at a time like this?" asks you.
"I started, thinking deep thoughts," You say. "Philosophy, but it's pointless, right? It's just us now."
"Do we think because we are human, or are we human because we think?" asks.
"What is the point of asking that now?"
"Every point, because when I think about something, anything, I'm not thinking about them." 's voice is almost pleading.
You reach your new quarters, entering into the living room. You look out the large windows. This world had a strange hybrid beauty, The native plants were more blue than green and a few were even violet, all mixed in with earth plants that taken root. Not far from the windows a cascade of waterfalls made a small cloud of mist. Just out side the window an Earth peach tree grew.
grabs your hand. "Forgive me," she says pulling your head down into a kiss. Not a peck on the cheek, not a "kissing your brother" kiss, it was a real full lip, tongue in mouth kiss. Your eyes explode. She lets go. walks to windows and lowers the blinds. "There is too much of Earth out there. Don't let me think about them or Earth, please, ." Her voice is trembling, as is her hand now. She returns to you and leads you by the hand to the bedroom.
Was she really thinking what you think she is thinking? She couldn't be, but it is the only thing this could mean. She needs to be distracted, she says. But this? turns to lay on her back on the black silk sheets. 'Black?' who has black sheets? She pulls you over her. She needs THIS? She reaches down and pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it on the floor. You feel shame embracing your little sister like this, and a touch of embarrassment as your body was no work of art and bared to someone in a sexual way. She cranes her neck and kisses you again. There is a relief in that kiss, an acceptance. 's pained eyes look at you needfully. Your sister is emotionally thrown to the ground, devastated. She needs comfort. She needs to feel love. She needs to have a reason to go on. You kiss your sister back. She needs this.
You put one hand behind her head as you kiss. Your other hand slid down her soft flesh into her pants. You finger her while you two continue to kiss. You massage her clit through her hood, as your middle finger slid in and out of her cunt. Your hand becomes covered in her juices. You pull 's shirt up freeing her breasts. They are beautiful. A swelled bosom full of youthful perk. Now that you thought about it, took after your mother in that, took after and exceeded. Your sister moans as you took her tit in your mouth, teasing it with teeth and tongue. You feel it harden. The tiniest "Skaaah" escapes her mouth. You close your eyes and gently nuzzle her right breast. The you kiss her between the breast slowly you slide down kissing along the way over her stomach, across her navel and your reach her pants. You inch the waist of her pants down. Her labia are swollen with lust; her pussy shaved to perfection. You finish pull off her pants. Your sister naked as the day she was born, but truly a woman now. You blow on her pussy, a soft warm breath, which makes her writhe with pleasure. You rub your cheek against her loin. She is producing a musk that is intoxicating, it is not an aesthetic scent, but it sets a fire in your mind. You decide to tantalize 's pussy by rubbing it with your nose.
"Gaahhh," 's voice quivers. ", stop it. That tickles. Quit fucking around and do me!"
You stick out your tongue and flatten it over 's pussy lapping once before penetrating into her depths.
"No, I mean really Do me," explains. |