Author: Sterling
Title: Eve's Daughters
Summary: Nate and Sue, both 13, land on a lush, uninhabited
planet. After thawing from their long journey, the two have to
start re-creating civilization. But their part is falling in love
and making babies. More sex is needed than they expected. What's
more, all the babies are girls. As they grow into young women,
who can they turn to for a mate? Nate tells his story.
Keywords:  MF mf Mf cons rom het ScFi inc fath dau harem 1st oral
preg

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
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Eve's Daughters

I woke from a sound sleep to a hand lightly caressing my cock,
and a voice whispering in my ear.  "Nate ... Nate."  That was my
wife Sue.  "Oh, Nate, you hot sexy guy.  There's a cunt that
needs your attention, a lovely smooth cunt, can't you feel it as
you slide in?"  She paused.  "It's a HOT one, too."

"Laura?" I asked.

"Yes," said Sue.  Laura had been sick, and she still had a fever.

My cock rose rapidly, though the rest of me was still climbing
out of a deep sleep.  I sighed.  I never turned down a girl who
needed me, but it was rare I needed to get up in the night.

"OK," I said, tensing my muscles to sit up.

Sue gently pushed me back down.  "No, no, you stay here. You need
your rest.  She'll come to you."

I didn't argue.

"You can relax -- everything but your dick."  As usual, I had
been sleeping naked, and now I lounged on my back, idly stroking
my hard cock.  I started drifting back into my dream -- the
recurring dream of trying to drag myself out of a deep sleep.

I woke from my doze as two people entering the room.  Sue
steadied Laura as she knelt on the bed above me.

"Hi, dad," she said.  "Sorry to wake you up."

"It's nothing, sweetie," I said.

She pointed my cock where she wanted it, then slid down,
engulfing it in her pussy as she went.  She was deliciously warm
inside, warmer than the usual pussy, but not burning with fever.
Fucking a girl with a high fever was a pleasure all its own.  It
wasn't very sensitive to the sick, miserable girl to give full
voice to my special ecstasy, but it was a magnificent feeling.

When Laura had engulfed me to the hilt, I could feel her relax.

"Oh, daddy, oh daddy, oh daddy!" she moaned, as the tension on
her face gave way to a blissful smile.

She lifted herself up and down a couple times, half-heartedly,
but then slumped forward onto me, falling asleep.

Her pussy was still around my cock, and I pressed gently in and
out a little, hoping to give her sweet dreams.  There was part of
me that wanted to flip her over and fuck her hard and fast and
come in her, but that would never do.

"OK," whispered Sue.  "You're a good daddy..."  And as she put
her arms down on the bed beside me, in the basic configuration of
a forklift, I gently rolled my convalescing daughter off right
into Sue's arms, my cock springing loose.  Sue reached over to
share a brief kiss with me, then rose with Laura in her arms to
carry her back to bed.

"She's not quite so warm," I whispered as she left.  My cock was
a surprisingly sensitive thermometer, in a world with none of the
standard varieties.

I fell asleep almost at once, dimly aware that my cock was
rapidly deflating.

--------------

The earth was dying.  The climate change that had started in the
late 20th century had grown out of control.

More and more areas were becoming scorched deserts or Arctic
wastelands.  More species were declining or going extinct,
including an alarming number of food crops, as complex ecologies
turned out to be considerably more complex than the biologists
had imagined.

In the previous five years the truly astonishing had happened.
Rainfall had virtually ceased across large areas of the planet,
and every indication was that soon rain would only fall over the
oceans, never on the land where it was needed to support crops.
Scientists said the problem should start reversing itself within
five thousand years, but that was little comfort to anyone.

At the same time, the sun had become restless.  The scientists
didn't claim to know just when it would flare up and scorch the
earth permanently.  Somewhere within the next thousand years,
they estimated.

If humans were to survive, they would have to survive somewhere
else.

Over the previous few decades, there had been adequate funding
for the basic research on the Exodus.  With the cessation of
rainfall and the restlessness of the sun, the gravity of the
situation sank in, and massive resources were devoted to the
task.  It was one way to give a bit of hope to billions of people
as they died from starvation or thirst.

The concept was clear enough.  Humans would travel out into
space, setting up colonies on other worlds and keeping the
species and its culture alive.  The idea had been a staple of
science fiction since its inception.  Now, as the earth had died,
humans perishing in agony contemplated it as a reality.  They had
suffered a bit less considering the hope that human civilization
would be reestablished in distant star systems.

The obstacles in the way of this travel to the stars were
immense.

Warp drive does not exist.  Wormholes and singularities in the
fabric of space and time exist, but not ones that human bodies
can move through and remain intact.

No, humans would have to move between stars by proven methods:
rocket ship, and ion thrusters.  It was not that hard to find a
way to accelerate a ship to travel at 1/200 of the speed of
light.  The problem was how to slow it down at the other end of
the journey.  One key idea was running the well known "gravity
slingshot" in reverse, using gravitational fields of stars to
slow the ships down.

But with all that, it would take thousands or more typically
millions of years to reach nearby candidate stars.

The idea that a ship of living, breathing people would while away
the years, one generation succeeding another, was laughable.
Whoever was sent would have to be frozen in suspended animation.

A key assumption was that the "payload" should be very light.
Hundreds or even dozens of frozen people were out of the
question. The solution was to send a single frozen boy and frozen
girl.  They would need nothing on the journey -- space would do a
fine job of keeping them frozen without active refrigeration.

The precious pounds beyond the bodies of the boy and girl
themselves were allocated to what might help them to survive and
expand on a new world.

One of the easiest things to include was a massive compilation of
human knowledge, including instructions for a variety of paths to
re-establishing civilization.  Just how do you go from a series
of metal ores to a digital computer?  The steps along the way
would be far more direct than what humans had taken to get there,
but they were still very complicated.

Similarly, the computers running the artificial intelligence to
make all decisions were light enough.  A tiny computer would blip
to life every thousand years for a few seconds to monitor
progress, and could stay active for a little longer if any course
corrections were required.

Intensive research was performed on what age of children to send.
 Smaller ones were lighter, of course.  But this intrepid boy and
girl might have to do a lot of creative thinking.  It turned out
that puberty was the right age.  Abstract thinking was well
established, and the sex hormones engendered a will to live that
younger children just didn't possess.  The boys and girls were
carefully screened to be the healthiest, smartest, and most
creative young people on the planet -- and to have a fierce
determination to live.

A very challenging problem was how to put a person in suspended
animation for a million years.

The most promising approaches involved reducing the fluid in the
body substantially and augmenting it with chemicals that
minimized damage from the expansion of water as it freezes.

Countless studies had been performed with tissues and animals.
Science had reached the point where you could freeze a rat and
when you thawed it, it still looked and acted like a rat.  Once
certain doom from the absence of rainfall was established,
studies began with humans.  They started with the terminally ill,
but ended with thousands of child "volunteers".  The challenge
was to not just thaw a frozen body to produce something that
looked and acted like a person, it was to preserve a brain that
could function at peak capacity in every respect, to support
human ingenuity to overcome unknown challenges.  In the
experiments, most of the child subjects ended up with different
varieties and degrees of brain damage, but it couldn't be helped.
 The scientists eventually found what they thought was a pretty
good protocol.  Of course no one had been able to test it for
even ten years, let alone a million.

Huge space stations had been constructed.  Untold tons of metal,
plastic and fuel had been lifted into orbit and assembled into
ships.  The hundreds of ships had been loaded with their pairs of
frozen thirteen-year-olds and hurled into space.

With all that, most thoughtful scientists believed that the
chances of success were effectively zero.  The colonists would
need to find not just a planet suitable for life, but one
suitable for human life, with breathable air, livable
temperatures, and soil that could support plants that humans
could eat.  Predators and parasites would have to be manageable.
"Predators" might well include other intelligent species.

The best chance of survival was that a ship would encounter an
existing advanced civilization.   They might intercept the little
spaceship and decide to thaw the humans and see what they had
found.  They might decide to let them reproduce and build up a
population.  These humans might end up as experimental subjects
or slaves.   The status of 'exotic pet 'was thought to be a
fairly optimistic outcome.  The chances of humans being allowed
to develop an autonomous civilization and control their own
destiny seemed very remote.

If the ship's computer determined that a planet was not suitable
for human habitation, it would be programmed to park in orbit and
wait.  As millions of years passed, there was a chance that some
civilization would rise, or some other starfaring species would
visit.  Hard-headed scientists agreed that this was the best hope
of human survival -- though the chances still seemed very slim.



--------------------

Sixteen-year-old Donna seemed to burst around the corner of the
porch where I was resting intertwined with Sophie, age nineteen,
having just given her a fine orgasm while gracing her innards
with my cum.

Donna was flushed from exertion, her chest heaving as she gasped
for breath.

"It's Gina! ...  Broke her leg!  ...  Acts real sick! ...  Needs
you! ... Real sick!"

Gina and Donna were two women of five who had set out on an
exploration foray far from our little settlement.

Gina had developed the habit of not seeking my attentions for
three days at a time.  After three days, she felt like she had a
bad flu.  She reported that the sight of my cock approaching her,
and the sensation of seeing it start to glide in made for
delicious anticipation.  Then when it finally filled her
completely, the waves of relief and warmth that coursed through
her body were so exquisite as to make the suffering worth it.  On
her recommendation a couple other girls had tried it -- but they
found once to be quite enough.

"Kate says you should ... run to meet them ... says her color is
very bad."

This was alarming.  Her condition should not be life-threatening
after three or even four days, but perhaps the broken leg changed
the picture.  But one thing was for sure.  Kate was a very
sensible young woman, and if she said I needed to run to them, I
needed to run.

I took a large swig of water.  Sophie volunteered to come along,
but I chose Molly -- my second oldest daughter and a woman I knew
I could count on.  Donna gave us directions, but then collapsed
with water and fruit to recuperate.

Within two minutes of Donna's arrival I was jogging behind Molly
up the path.  Within a couple minutes I had to beg Molly to slow
down.  I wasn't in terrible shape, but I couldn't jog for long
stretches, especially uphill.

Molly hollered from time to time, then stopped to listen.  An
hour after starting out, she heard a faint answering yell.  Soon
after she slowed our pace to a slow walk.

She paused to whisper in my ear, "You wonderful daddy, you can
fuck my pussy any time you want, it's hot and wet and waiting for
you."  She licked my ear and giggled.  My manhood started
stirring.  She raced ahead a hundred feet, then stood on one foot
while putting the other up against a tree.  Her outer pussy lips
opened a little in that position, and she used her fingers to
open them the rest of the way, exposing her entire glorious
female sexual apparatus.  She looked at me with a smoky
expression.  As I got near she ran ahead a hundred yards, then
bent over with her butt facing me, wiggled it back and forth, and
drove a finger in and out of her pussy.

My cock was rising, and now I held it in my hand as I walked to
keep it from slapping back and forth uncomfortably.  We could
hear the voices of the other party approaching.  Molly knelt on
the path with her legs spread, and after massaging her pussy with
one hand and a breast with the other, motioned me forward with a
smile.  As I approached my cock was right at the height of her
mouth.  She didn't engulf it with her mouth; instead she gave a
few artful and teasing licks on the shaft, then on the tip.  I
was hard by then, and my gut inclination was to shove her against
a tree and fuck her standing up.  But Molly was engaging in a
bait-and-switch operation, hopefully one that would save Gina's
life.

Just then the other party appeared around the corner.  There were
four of them.  Gina was currently draped over Maisie's shoulder,
the latter girl panting with exertion.  Perhaps they had been
switching off, for Wendy and Kate also looked plenty tired as
well.

They laid the unconscious Gina on the path, unfolding her into a
receptive missionary position.  Gina's skin was ashen, and I
could now see why Kate had had me run to meet her.  Kate now
slobbered some oil all around Gina's ashen pussy.  She wasn't the
most appealing sexual partner, but Molly's teasing had had its
effect.  I lowered myself while the other girls all whispered,
"Fuck her, go for it!  Do her!"  My tip kissed Gina's opening,
and then it did what cocks mostly do:  It went in.  Penetrated.
Parted her tissues, intruded, invaded.  Farther and farther,
until our pubic bones hit and no further inward movement was
possible.

Gina twitched.  I moved my cock back just the slightest bit
before pressing it in hard again and again.  Within a minute,
Gina progressed from ashen to merely pale, and within another she
looked merely very sick.  She was out of danger.  Meanwhile,
Wendy was caressing my balls, and Kate whispered to Molly, "Isn't
he magnificent?"

Gina regained consciousness and winced, "My leg!"

The exact configuration of her broken leg had not been of much
concern to anyone during the life-saving maneuver.  I pulled out
and left the others to tend to her.

But I was going to have my original bait.  I grabbed Molly, my
wily and frisky girl, bent her over, and ignoring her
half-hearted protests I bored into her from the rear.  I managed
a guttural "Unnnnhhhh!" while I erupted within, pulsing whitish
goo up inside her teasing cunt.

Back at our settlement, the computer gave us detailed
instructions for how to set a broken leg.  Even so, Gina's healed
slowly.  We found a way that I could intrude into her gently
every morning and evening to give her what she needed but without
bothering her leg too much.

Gina never again went more than a day without my cock if she
could help it.


--------------------

Waking up was horrible.  Nightmares lurked in fitful sleep.
Struggling to half wakefulness was often rewarded with a wall of
pain, and other times something more complex.  One tentative
foray into consciousness might be met with numbness below the
waist, pain in the midsection, ecstasy from somewhere -- left
thumb?  The next time my right half would be freezing, the left
half itching.  Then a neutral, tolerable state for several
seconds got me to relax a little, but it was immediately squashed
with a screaming surge of pain.

Finally I was awake, the pain bearable and consistent.  I tried
wiggling fingers and flexing toes.  It hurt, but not too badly.
I tried lifting my head but was rewarded with dizziness and
nausea.

Soon I heard a soft computerized voice, "If you can hear me,
Nate, wiggle your left fingers."

I wiggled my left fingers.

"Good morning, Nate."

I was disoriented, to say the least.

After several false starts at starting up my speech apparatus I
managed to croak, "What the fuck is going on?"

The computer then explained the situation, and as it talked, my
memories came back.  My last memory was feeling cold and pain
creeping through me but being unable to move at all.

The computer noted that lying to my left and nearly touching me
was a girl named Sue.  When I turned slightly, I found that she
was dressed in the same nondescript gray body suit that I was.
The parts of Sue I could see were not encouraging; she looked
like a moldy corpse.  I decided to worry about Sue later.

"Where are we?"

"The landing vehicle rests on a beach on a new world.  It appears
to be suitable for human habitation."

"How long have we been traveling?"

"About three million, four hundred thousand years."

Whoa!  That made my dizzy for a moment.  No wonder it had been
hard to wake up. It had been quite a long nap.

Sue and I shared a space just high enough for me to turn onto my
side.

"Computer, I'd really like to get out of here.  Can I go
outside?"

"Yes, you may, at any time.  It is unfortunate that your first
experience of this new world will be while you are also
reclaiming use of your body.  You will see an earpiece to your
left, and if you wear it we will be able to continue our
conversation as you explore.  Be sure to remove the intravenous
tubes first."

The computer opened a door at my feet, and fresh, strange air
wafted in.  After I wriggled free of the ship, I spent some time
stretching and catching my breath.  The air smelled funny, and
the sun was a bit larger than the earth's and reddish.  There was
noticeably less gravity, a blessing as I slowly regained my
strength.  The ocean looked just like the ones on earth.

Through my pain and grogginess, I realized that it was a very
pleasant place.  The temperature was about 75.  Strange-looking
but majestic trees were visible, a few of the groves reaching
down to the edge of the beach.  There were a wide variety of
waist-high plants in other places, and in some areas there were
wide expanses of grass.

Following the computer's instructions, I removed a section of the
outer hull to reveal a wall with many useful things, including a
keyboard and computer display, and a chemical analyzer with
several openings.  Before long, the computer had me collecting
samples of ocean water, sand, soil, and leaves, putting them, one
by one, into the slots for analysis.  Then it directed me to a
small stream a hundred yards away, explaining that this landing
site had been chosen with that in mind.  Once the computer
analyzed a cupful of water from the stream, it suggested I drink.

Once I started drinking, I realized how very thirsty I was.  I
filled the cup and drained it over and over.  I then started
urinating, then drank more and urinated more, over and over.  My
body was flushing out the chemicals that had allowed it to remain
undamaged while frozen.

I discarded my gray body suit and bathed in the sea, noting first
that my skin looked better than Sue's, but still pretty sickly.

The computer noted that there was no significant ultraviolet
radiation penetrating the atmosphere, so sunburn was not a
problem.

I then brought the computer a seemingly endless set of samples to
analyze, including root, stem, and leaf of the great variety of
plants.  Many of them had fruit, and the computer reported that
they should all be edible.  I sampled them and found that some
were delicious.

Dotted across the grassy expanses were cute little furry animals
the size of rabbits, but they moved slowly and showed no sign of
fear.  I simply picked one up. After dispatching it with a knife,
I dissected it and fed the parts to the computer.  The meat was
edible raw, and quite tasty.  They turned out to be the only
critters in our part of the planet bigger than bugs.  They would
naturally become known as bunnies.

The overall verdict was that this planet was a benign place.  At
the microscopic level, evolution was much less advanced than on
earth, meaning there were no bacteria, fungi, viruses, or
parasites that would be troublesome to human systems.  Bugs and
plants were no more troublesome, nor were the bunnies.

I explored all day.  After experiencing the paradise outside, the
inside of the ship was claustrophobic and depressing.  At the
computer's suggestion I unfolded a rectangle the size of a pack
of playing cards into a tent with a fine mesh that let the
breezes through, and I slept there on an air mattress that
expanded from a pack the size of a memory stick.

----------------------

I occasionally wriggled back into the compartment I had emerged
from to check on Sue.  She always looked the same.

"Is she going to wake up?" I asked the computer.

"She started thawing when you did, but she is not waking up as
easily, as you can see."

"Yeah, I can see."

After my second day of exploring, I considered what life would be
like if Sue didn't wake up.  I could gallivant about for my
allotted years.  I would be lonely, but more to the point, the
human race on this planet would die when I did.

The computer projected for me some pictures and movies of Sue,
and something stirred in me.  She had been a pretty girl with a
quick smile, smart and accomplished.  She had potential, but for
the moment she looked like a corpse and smelled little better.

"What's wrong with her, computer?"

"Physically she seems fine, and her brain waves are normal, but
she is not waking up."

"I don't blame her.  It was awful."

"Could you say more?"

"Every time I started to become conscious, it hurt, and going
back to sleep made the pain go away."

"Perhaps you could convince her to wake up?"

That was a strange thought.  "You think she can hear me?"

"It seems possible, though I am uncertain."

It was worth a try.

I wriggled in beside her.  "Hey Sue, wake up!  It's cool here!"

No response.

"Sue, it's going to be pretty lonely here without you, so you
ought to wake up!"

No response.

This might take some time, but I had plenty of time.

"Hi, Sue.  My name is Nate, and I'm thirteen years old, just like
you.  I can see you're beautiful."  I was remembering the movie
when I said that, not the Sue in front of me.

"We're here all alone, just the two of us, in a new place.  It's
like a spring day outside, with sunshine and a gentle breeze.
We're washed up on a beautiful white beach.  There are trees with
delicious fruit -- all we need to do is pick it and eat it.
There is a rolling meadow, and these really cute little bunnies
that munch on the grass."

I thought maybe Sue was a vegetarian, like lots of 13-year-old
girls, so I omitted for the moment how good they tasted.

"The whole place is for us, just you and me."

Sue seemed to stir a little.  I thought I saw her left eye open
to a slit, momentarily, but her face grimaced with pain and she
lapsed back into unconsciousness.  I made a note to spruce up my
appearance.  It would be no good for the dear girl to awaken
momentarily, behold an ugly tramp and decide to keep sleeping
forever.

"I know it hurts, Sue.  It hurt me too when I was waking up.  But
every time it hurts a little less."

The day passed and she slept on. I got increasingly anxious.

I couldn't say I was actually in love with Sue, but I was in love
with the idea of a companion, and distraught at the thought of
losing her.

The language of love came to me.  My friends would have
snickered, but they were long dead.  Very long dead.

"I want to hear your voice, Sue.  I want to hear everything you
have to say.  I want to learn all about you, every silly little
memory you have.

"Did you have any pets?

"You know," I said, sounding suitably humble, "I'm a pretty cool
guy myself once you get to know me."

Sue twitched a bit.

"I'm a boy, and you're a girl, and maybe after a while we could,
um..."  I remembered that girls liked to be slower and more
indirect about these things, so I abandoned that line of
conversation -- make that monologue.

"I could be your boyfriend, and I swear I would never dump you
for another girl."  I didn't know if she could get humor in her
sleep, but if nothing else I needed to keep a light tone for
myself.

"I want to hold your hand and walk on the beach.  It's a
beautiful beach.  The little purple berries are delicious.  They
taste like raspberry mixed with pear.

"Can I read you some poetry, Sue?

I actually knew one poem, though I figured the computer could
give me reams of others to choose from.

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds,
Admit impediments.  Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.
Or bends with the remover to remove..."

Glancing at the splotchy, gray thing in front of me, I was
actually counting on some alteration.

"I want to stroke your cheek gently with the back of my hand,
walk arm in arm, feel you leaning up against me.  Maybe some day
you'll let me kiss you.  I'd like that a lot, if you would."

Sue twitched, and opened her eyes, and she looked at me!  Best of
all, the faintest smile crossed her lips.

My heart soared!

It took another six hours of love poetry and romantic talk before
she crossed an important line.  She became determined to wake up
for herself, to live.  I dropped the romance and became merely
friendly and encouraging.

The videos the computer had shown me were of a sweet and kind
little girl, but Sue had another side to her.  She cursed
fluently and with considerable creativity at the pain.  I
listened and sympathized, and even offered a suggestion or two.


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"Computer, what happened to all of the other spaceships that got
sent out?"

"We will never know, because the distances are too great."

"But it's possible that other boys and girls survived on other
planets?"

"It is possible, but the scientists felt that the probability of
success of any mission was close to zero.  They estimated that
the chances of our success in landing here on a hospitable planet
were with optimistic assumptions one in a billion."

"You mean they felt my chances of ever waking up again were one
in a billion?"

"At best."

"Funny they never told me that."  I thought a moment.

"So, Sue and I are all there is?"

"You are almost certainly the only two humans in the universe."


---------------------

It was almost always the younger ones who caused mischief, so I
was surprised to find thirty-year-old Roberta wiggling her butt
at me as it half-showed through her grass skirt.  We were working
on a thatch assembly that would be part of the roof of a new hut.

She turned and directed her silky voice at my ear.  "Daddy, I
miss your cock so much.  My pussy is wet and gooey and it won't
be happy until you shove it full of your cock.  You gotta do me
like a bunny, daddy.  Please?  Pweeeze?"

My cock was ready.  Roberta wasn't due for a fuck until that
evening, but she wanted it.  And I wanted to give it to her.  She
was one of Sue's daughters, and she had already borne eleven
children of mine.  What the heck...  Within seconds of my
implicit assent, Roberta was on her hands and knees in the
classic bunny way, butt up, head down.  My cock slid into her up
to the hilt.  She gave the characteristic sigh that most of my
girls do when I fill them all the way.  Roberta's cunt was hot,
my manhood was aroused, and I wanted to fill her in the other
way, too.  I knew I owed it to the other four girls I was working
with to do them too, to fill them with my cock while it was still
hard.  I really did.  But sometimes I don't do just what I'm
supposed to do.  I let myself go, pumping Roberta with a frenzy.

"Oh, Roberta!"  I lunged, I surged, my brain fogged over, and I
shot the young woman full of my sperm.  She waited to receive all
I had to give before separating.  She then turned to face me.
Both on our knees, she gave me a tender hug.

The other girls undoubtedly felt a bit disappointed, but they
were good-natured about it.  "It's cool to watch you just go for
it, sometimes, dad," said Emma, age 20.

But as work continued they kept squirming around and massaging
their pussies.  One self-indulgent episode led to another, and in
half an hour I was surging inside each of my other three,
pressing deep to make each one sigh.  I had them all lie on their
sides as I knelt above them, holding their upper leg like a post
while fucking into their pussies sideways.

I would get back to the schedule after supper, I figured.

---------

The ship had some extra gray outfits.  I had quickly ditched the
one I had been wearing for three million years.  When Sue
staggered out for the first time, she ignored my suggestion to go
to the stream.  She went straight to the ocean to bathe, taking a
fresh suit with her.  I turned my back.  The Sue who came back
was still bedraggled-looking, but all traces of the corpse look
had been washed away, and I could see she had potential.  Then
she went to the stream.  Perhaps it was a bit of relief to her to
know in advance about the cycle of seemingly endless drinking and
peeing she was about to engage in.  Of course, her peeing would
be done squatting, which aroused in me the lightest flicker of
excitement, and it would be done without me present.  She
returned to her pre-freeze vibrancy and health within a couple
days.

There was only one tent.  We placed our air mattresses on
opposite sides, with an empty space of three feet between us --
far wider than what had separated us for three million years.

We had remarkably little we really had to do.  There was plenty
of fruit to eat, and Sue liked the bunny meat.  I shouldn't have
worried about vegetarianism.  No picky eater was going to pass
the screening that selected us for the mission.  Based on
observations from orbit, the computer assured us that in this
location there was not going to be any winter or scorching
summer, no dry season or wet season.  The only weather was a
gentle rain that came every few days for a couple hours.  The
tent would be adequate shelter for the indefinite future.

Without any urgent tasks, we started on ones that appealed to us.
 We started on a hut, to give us more space than a tent.  There
were tiny saws and expanding shovels in the ship.  Later, we
followed instructions to turn parts of the ship's hull into more
tools.

We found which kinds of wood were easiest to work with, and which
leaves could be made into thatching.  Soon we could see how our
hut would take shape.  It would take many days to complete
construction, but the planning was done.

We made plans for food storage vessels and real beds.  Sue
brainstormed how to make some clothing to replace our sturdy gray
suits, but that interested me much less than her.

Beyond the work we could actually do, we could imagine many
things that might be within reach in our lifetimes.  Bigger
buildings, carts for moving things around, agriculture,
systematic searches to find metal ores.  We had no need to think
as far ahead as spaceships, digital computers, and hospital
intensive care units.  They would come long after we were dead.

One vital matter was the landing vehicle sitting on the beach.
It had separated from the bigger orbital ship, in turn separated
from the much bigger ship with its rockets that had decelerated
us after our long journey.

The landing vehicle was about twelve feet long and six feet in
diameter, with stubby wings.  We had opened panels to find
various useful items and computer displays.  Much of it was
designed to come apart into useful tools.  The computers were a
vital resource, embodying a level of technology that would not be
duplicated until years after we were gone.  We removed five of
the six computers and placed them in various locations near our
encampment.  This would provide some measure of redundancy in
case something did happen to the ship.  Later they would be vital
workstations for educating the young.  Sue and I had thirteen
years of memories of living on earth, and no one else would ever
have those.  But the computers contained vast amounts of
information that could never be recreated if lost.  At least some
of our offspring would need as full an education as possible in
how earth had functioned at the peak of its technological
achievements, and the computers were the only source of that
information.

Later the remainder of the ship could be cannibalized for its
rare metals and alloys that could not be easily duplicated.

It also occurred to me that if we did fill this planet with
billions of people, that ship would be the most prized cultural
artifact there was, and future historians would gnash their teeth
to think we had used it for something as simple as a source of
metal.  It was something to think about, but on the other hand it
was our job to survive and rebuild an advanced society.  We had
to create the society from which the teeth-gnashing historians
would have the leisure of looking back, and we might need all the
resources at our disposal to do it.

----------------------------

What we needed most, of course, were more people.

We both understood the mechanics of how to make more people.  My
male instincts made me willing and eager to start any time, but I
sensed that Sue would insist on a more gradual approach.  Even I
knew that we needed to develop a relationship -- the first
relationship between two people on this new planet.

One day, 30 days after our arrival, we walked on the long, sandy
beach at sunset, as we had many times before.  She casually took
my hand.  That was all it took to start blood surging into my
loins.  Ignoring that reflex, I simply enjoyed the warmth of her
hand in mine.

"Those poems were very sweet," she said.

I felt a surge of embarrassment.  I had desperately wanted her to
wake up.  Dreading a lifetime alone on a strange planet, I had
gotten myself to feel very romantic, and to sound perhaps a bit
more romantic than I felt.  But once she woke up, her demeanor
had become entirely practical and matter-of-fact.

Even though I was a carefully screened, fine specimen of humanity
with some degree of emotional maturity, I was still a 13-year-old
boy.  Developing intimacy was complicated.  Where I came from,
reading poetry was not cool.

"Oh, ummmm," I said.

"Am I really sweeter than all the honey in the world, more
beautiful than any rose?"

"Well..." I said, coloring.

"No?  Did you lie to me?"

She had an impish grin.  When I saw that I knew deep down that
things were going to turn out OK.

"You actually looked like a moldy corpse," I said, which made her
composure flicker.  "But the computer had pictures of what you
used to look like, and I figured you had potential."

"Potential?"

"Well, yeah."  My mind was racing.  "You're the most beautiful
girl I've seen in the past three million years!"

She tried to look indignant, but couldn't help smiling.

"You're the most handsome boy I've seen in three million years.
Also the ugliest."

We were both grinning.  The ice was broken.

"What do you want to be when you grow up, Sue?"

"I used to think I'd like to be a surgeon, or else a scientist
who won the Nobel Prize."

There was a pause.

"But now I'm thinking maybe I'll be a stay-at-home mom.  How
about you?"

"I wanted to run my own company.  Or be a Senator.  Maybe
President.  But I think I'm already rich, so I can afford to stay
home too."

"And just what do you own?" she asked.

"A few million square miles of land?"

She appeared satisfied for a moment, then reconsidered.  "Wait,
it's mine as much as yours!"

"OK," I said, the first tentative concession to equal rights for
women.

I felt a sudden yearning for this girl who I was destined to
spend my life with.

I turned her to face me, and gently, sensitive to her reactions,
I drew her towards me.  I saw a bit late that she was ready to
kiss me, but I was already committed to a hug.  I'm about 5'10",
and she's 5'6".  We fit nicely.  I felt her warmth against my
front, as my hands gently pressed against the back of her gray
T-shirt.  I loved the feel of her hands on my back too.  Her body
against mine made my cock grow a little, but mostly I was just
very thankful to have this sweet girl in my arms.  We hugged a
long while.

Finally, she pulled back a bit and looked up at me.  I knew she
was still ready for that kiss, but she wasn't going to make it
obvious, in case I didn't want to for some reason.  I was ready,
though, and I gently lowered my face to hers, and our lips met.
They kind of mashed together at first, but she knew what to do.
Soon we were moving our lips gently against each other, making
occasional little trademark kissing noises as our lips joined and
parted.  That made my cock painfully hard.  I rubbed my hands
over her back, then tentatively moved one down towards her butt.

She gently pulled away, took my hand, and we started walking back
towards our tent.

"Could I sleep next to you?" she asked as we entered the tent for
the night.

"Sure!" I said, then realized I sounded a bit too eager.

So we lay down side by side in our gray T-shirts and shorts.  I
was terrifically excited by the prospect of sex with my dear Sue.
 On our sides, face to face, we began kissing again.  I gently
moved my hand over her shoulder, heading slowly for her breast,
but she deftly slid my hand back over her shoulder again.  I was
disappointed, to say the least.  After a few minutes, she turned
over on her back and spooned back against me, evidently ready for
sleep.  I enjoyed her soft presence in front of me -- I truly
did.  But I was so horny I thought I would burst.

After a few minutes, I whispered, "Guess I've got to go to the
bathroom again," and headed off to our latrine.  I started
jerking myself off, and it didn't take many seconds before the
cum shot out as I thought of Sue's soft body.  I waited a minute
for my breathing to return to normal before returning.  It did
feel wonderful to curl up behind her and feel her girl's body
beside me as we shifted positions in the night.

When I woke in the morning she was looking at me.

"Good morning, Nate."

"Good morning, Sue," I replied.

"You'd like to do it, wouldn't you?"

That was pretty stark for so early in the morning.  "Well, yeah,
I would."

"I'm not ready for that."

"Yeah, I figured," I replied.

My cock was hard, as it often is in the morning.  It wasn't
completely obvious under my gray shorts, but she found it easily
enough.

"Can I do something to make you feel good?" she asked.

The intensity of my embarrassment made her giggle.

She stayed in her gray T-shirt and shorts, but I was soon naked.
We kissed as she slid her hand up and down on my cock.  I gave
her a few pointers, but she did well.  Seeing her pretty face
intent on giving me pleasure and her breasts through her T-shirt
made me especially excited.  Within a minute I thrust my pelvis
forward and semen spurted onto her hand and my chest.

"Cool!" she said, bringing her hand to her nose to sniff my cum,
as I lay panting.

"Sue?" I asked.

"Can you at least show me your breasts?" I asked, feeling a bit
more assertive after she had relieved my need.

She looked away, uncomfortable.

"You're really beautiful, and really sexy, and if you're not
ready that's fine, but it would be great to at least see.  You've
seen me, right?"  I asked.

"They're kind of small, and funny looking," she said.  This was
the first time I had seen her embarrassed.

I laughed, and she looked indignant.

"No, no, I didn't mean it that way!"  I said.  "You are
beautiful, and I don't know the fine points of what makes a
prize-winning breast.  I can see them under your T-shirt, and I
know I'll find them incredibly sexy, no matter what."

"The nicest breasts you've seen in three million years?" she
asked.

"Yes," I said, but getting serious, "Much more than that."

She looked at me, getting serious too.

She sat up, and matter-of-factly pulled her T-shirt off, her head
averted.

My rapt smile must have put her at ease as she glanced at me
sidelong, because she soon thrust her chest forward to show her
charms to best effect.

I sat up, my wilted cock on full display, until we were facing
each other with legs crossed in front of us.  I gently reached my
left hand out to her left breast.  My wilted cock started losing
its wilt.  She didn't object as I caressed and fondled her breast
lightly, and she even gave just the faintest shiver of
excitement.

I couldn't keep my eyes from making furtive glances between her
legs, where further treasure awaited?

"You can't see me down there yet, because I'm still having my
period," she said simply.  "Since the ship does not have a supply
of pads, I am using wabbed up gray shorts," she said with some
disgust.

She evidently expected a "too much information" look from me, but
I took it in stride.

"Cool," I said.

"It's not cool, it's gross," she said.

"Well, yeah, I can see it would be," I said.  She seemed to like
that I didn't make light of it.

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She started to give me a hand job again that night.  I
interrupted to fondle her breasts as we lay face to face.  She
let me kiss them, and when I started sucking, she gasped.
Encouraged, I gave them both a good sucking, and she clearly got
turned on.  I then lay back and enjoyed her hand job.

As it got warm around noon the next day she peeled off her
T-shirt and nonchalantly went about her business topless.  In
line with earth customs, I had of course felt free to take off my
T-shirt whenever I felt like it.  I grinned my approval at her
display and she returned a bashful smile.  She also looked at my
gray shorts.  I shrugged and pulled them off.  My cock had been
quiescent, but seeing her display her breasts and ask me to strip
had its effect.  She looked amused.  My cock fell again as we
went our separate ways.

I had an inspiration that day.  It took me a day to decide just
what I wanted to do, find the materials, and assemble them.  I
waited two days until she no longer had the extra cloth between
her legs, then another day for good measure.  I waited until near
sunset before speaking to her.

"I've got a surprise, Sue," I said, leading her out onto the
beach.

She looked puzzled, but readily followed.

At the margin where beach gives way to land, just at the edge of
the most magnificent grove of tall trees, I took both her hands
in mine, and knelt before her.

"Sue," I asked.  "Will you marry me?"

She started to giggle, but suppressed it.  I held out to her a
ring.  It was fashioned of a soft silver-colored metal from the
ship, and I had managed to set in it three separate beautiful
gems I found on the beach, transparent but tinted pink, blue, and
gray.  She was touched.

"There haven't been any other suitors," she noted, talking to
herself, "and he is rather handsome, kind, and thoughtful," the
last said looking at the ring I had fashioned.

"Are you just asking me so you can consummate the marriage?" she
asked, playfully.

"When we consummate the marriage, it will be 'we' who do so, not
'I'," I said.  "I confess that the thought was partly what
inspired me, but it means much more than that."

Her voice became very quiet.  "Could you ask again?"

"Sue," I said, looking up at her with something that felt a lot
like love, "Will you marry me?"

"Yes," she said, "I will."

That led to some impromptu kissing and making out while rolling
around on the sand.

"Shall we set a date?" I asked.

"Tomorrow at sunset," she replied.

"Are you sure?  We could wait longer."

Sue sat up, and fixed me with a serious expression.  An angry
expression.

"No!  Because I don't want to have sex before marriage, and I
really want you to fuck me tomorrow night!  I'm sick of wanking
your dick and watching you go silly with orgasm, while I just get
a wet pussy.  And when you suck my boobs, it drives me wild.
But, I'm scared to death, because I'm afraid it's going to hurt
like hell when you stick it in me, and if we do fuck and I get
pregnant, then I'm going to get all huge and then my innards will
rip apart grinding out a baby with no one to help me -- except
you," she said with a dismissive glance.  "But I need to get that
dick in me, where you can tuck all the cum up inside me instead
of splatting it out all over my hand!  But my pussy doesn't feel
big enough for that huge prong of yours to fit in, and I'm sure
it's going to hurt.  And then if I get pregnant -- there's
morning sickness, you know?  And what if I'm cruddy in bed?
Maybe you won't be able to get it up because there's something
wrong with my pussy!  And have you ever seen a childbirth movie?"

I put my fingers to her lips to quiet her, then drew her towards
me.

"I know, Sue, it's overwhelming, isn't it?  I love you, and we're
going to make it through all this.  I'll take care of you.
Everything's going to be all right."

They were classic romantic lines, and I meant them.  I was also
sensible enough to know that I had no way of knowing that
everything would turn out all right.  I would do my best to take
care of her, but I didn't know if it would be enough.

I lay on my back and drew her up against my side, where she
rested her head on my chest.  I gently stroked her hair.

She began crying, softly at first.  All I said was, "I love you,"
and kept stroking her hair.  She started sobbing, and I did
nothing but hold her calmly and keep stroking.  After twenty
minutes of sobbing interspersed with mere crying, she quieted.

"I asked the computer about the other spaceships.  You know what
it said?"

"Yeah, I asked too."

"The whole fucking human race is on our shoulders."

"I know," I said.  "Isn't it weird?  We're just one boy named
Nate and a girl named Sue.  But they picked us because they
thought we had the right stuff, and I think we do."  After a
pause, I added, "It looks like we've got one kick-ass planet."

She grinned at that.

For some reason Sue wanted to name our planet before she felt
ready to marry.  One candidate was simple and obvious:  Eden.
The paradise of the Judeo-Christian religions.  We considered a
number of more fanciful possibilities, but returned to that one.
We considered "New Eden" but rejected it.  Everything here was
new.  "Eden" was right.

We really couldn't think of a ceremony that excited us.  We were
both practical people.  The myths and ballads and legends would
have to wait for some of our spawn to develop the inclinations
that give rise to such things.  But with the computer's help we
cobbled together some vows:

"I, Nate, take you, Sue, to be my wife, to love from this day
forth, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in
sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, and forsaking all
others, promise to be faithful 'til death do us part."

We giggled about the "forsaking all others" part, and never
dreamed at the time how spectacularly I would fail to keep that
vow.

We knew that it wasn't good for a girl to have a baby too young.
Waiting until Sue was 14 would have been better, 15 even better.
But we also knew that Sue had been screened for the mission based
partly on her reproductive health.  The main consideration was
that we would go crazy waiting for two years, an empty world in
front of us and not even taking the first steps towards filling
it up.  We were going to get pregnant as soon as we could.


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"I'm ready," she whispered.

Sue lay on her back on the fabric we had brought to the beach,
her legs spread wide.  We had kissed.  I had sucked both of her
breasts, over and over.  With some guidance from her and more
than a little trial and error, my finger had massaged her pussy
lips and spent many minutes on her clitoris.  The entrance to her
pussy was flowing with thick secretions.  Two fingers fit up
inside her, but she winced when I tried to sneak in a third.

I raised myself above her, my thighs spread nearly as wide as
hers.  I guided our genitals together.  Gazing into her eyes, I
nestled my tip against her pussy opening.  I pressed in, and her
flesh yielded.  The tip of my throbbing, hungry cock was caressed
by her labia, but I wasn't inside.  When I pressed again, harder,
her tissues compressed and pushed back, but my cock made no
further headway.  She winced.  Once more I pressed, even harder,
more insistently.  She said, "Ouch!" drew in breath, and shut her
eyes.

I was a rock hard virgin, poised at the cunt opening of my virgin
girl.  I had to get my cock into her, all the way, and it had to
be now.  I moved my hands down and cupped one behind each of her
butt cheeks.  She knew enough physics to know what was coming.

"Oh, shit," she whimpered.  Suddenly I lunged into her, pressing
her butt in towards my jutting pelvis to force us together.  If I
had stopped to think I would have realized my cock was sore from
the pressure, but I wasn't thinking.  Sue's tissues gave way, and
she screamed.  My cock plunged into a kind of place it had never
been, the sort of place it had been waiting to find for years.
It was hot, and wet, and it was up inside between a girl's legs.
My innards churned unstoppably the moment I broke through into
Sue's depths, but I pulled out sharply before jamming in a second
time, then pulled out and lunged in a third.  By then my loins
had blended the fluids within to make semen, and as my cock head
probed deep that third time the cum shot out into my dear Sue.  I
continued stroking fiercely as the pulses surged out one after
another.  I dimly became aware of what Sue was saying.

"Get that fucking thing out of me!  Ouch!  Shit!  You asshole!"
As my primitive unstoppable urgency faded I promptly slid out.  I
dredged forth the solicitude I felt for Sue, my love for her, and
tried to look contrite.  But I also felt the ecstasy of having
scored for the first time, fucked a girl, ripped open the virgin
parts that barred my path to take her and have my way with her,
give her a flood of sperm whether she wanted it or not, doing my
leering male best to fuck a baby into her.

"I'm sorry, Sue, are you OK?" I panted.

"No!" she cried.

"Oh, I'm sorry.  Should I have stopped?"  I really was sorry, or
at least my better self was sorry.

Sue threw me off of her to the side, with a strength I didn't
know she had.

"Arrggh!  No, you shouldn't have stopped!  I needed it, but
Christ!  Dickhead! Asshole! Christ, that hurt!  Now I guess it's
over.  Shit!"

We slept side by side in the tent that night, and if anything she
clung to me more than usual.  Her pussy healed within four days,
which I found out as I woke to a pelvis humping against me in the
middle of the night.  I was rock-hard within moments, of course.
After twenty-odd minutes of breast sucking, clit twiddling, and
finger fucking, she said she was ready.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure.  Mmmm."

"Are you really, really sure?  It hurt so much last time."

"Oh Nate, fuck me -- or else!"

This time my dick slid in smoothly, our organs meshed perfectly,
and she moaned and sighed as I pounded away in her.   My dear Sue
came hard, squeezed me tight, and in response to her part of the
dance I squirted the contents of my balls up into her for the
second time.

After that, Sue couldn't get enough.  I pumped her from every
angle, each ending with another little blob of cum delivered
inside her.  She rode me hard, and that ended with cum inside her
too.  Four or five times a day we did it.

A week or so later, noon rolled around and my cock was limp.
Despite all her sexy wiggling and dirty talk and gentle caresses,
it didn't respond.  She really wanted it again, but I couldn't
give it to her.  She turned down my offer to use my tongue or
fingers on her.  She wanted my cock.  Up her cunt.  Spurting.
And she couldn't have it.

But after looking at me for several seconds, something shifted
within, she smiled, and gave me a hug.  She had found my limits,
and she accepted them.


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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.

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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?"

"Yeah, of course," I said.

Sue and I nuzzled noses and smiled at each other.

 ----------------

"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."

Their smiles were all the answer I needed.

"Tomorrow, OK?"

-------------------------

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 I 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?

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The sequel is posted.  It is "Eden In Harmony".

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