Smuggler
by SupMario

Note: a special thanks to KombatKid, a friend of mine from IRC
who gave me some great ideas that helped me continue this series. 
Thanks! :)

Chapter Two

I woke up in the morning, and felt a small, warm body snuggled
against me.  It took me a minute to remember the bizarre events
of yesterday, bringing the little redhead into my life.  I looked 
down at her slumbering form and smiled.  She was gorgeous, and 
so peaceful.  This was probably her best night's sleep in a 
good number of years.  It was amazing how quickly I had gone 
from wanting to find a way to get rid of her to wanting to 
keep her forever and ever.  And then I remembered what had 
happened last night.

Had it really happened, or was it just a dream?  I couldn't tell,
really.  A part of me was desperately hoping it wasn't, because
that had been the best sex I've had in a LONG time, dream or no
dream, and the thought of having an eleven year old lover
was strange.  As I lay there gazing at the slumbering girl
beside me, I thought of my own parents and my own childhood.  If
Carrie was going to live with me, I really needed to consider trying
to patch things up with my folks, because I'd need their guidance
if I was going to raise her myself.

God, me a father.  That's a scary thought.  I had always hoped to
one day settle down with a nice woman and start a family, but
there was a decided absence of a motherly figure here.  Hell,
I hadn't even dated anyone in over a year.  Work always just
seemed more important somehow.

There was always some shipment that had to be smuggled to some distant
planet right away, and with a nice profit to boot.  I guess I was
really about as wealthy as I had ever wanted to be, but the lure of the
open space lanes kept calling and so I kept on.  Sometimes I
think I did it just out of habit more than anything else.

My thoughts were interrupted by my little house guest waking up.
She blinked up at me as she rubbed her eyes and seemed disoriented
momentarily.  Then she looked up at me and sat up in the bed and
raised herself up until she was sitting on her knees and her face
was level with mine.

She looked up at me and gazed into my eyes, her bright green eyes
searching mine, like she was reading me like a book.  I got the
distinct feeling that she was studying me in some way, so intent
was her concentration as she gazed deeply into my eyes.  After a
few minutes of this, she bent forward and pressed her lips softly
against mine.  Shocked, I sat there for a few seconds and then
surrendered to her advances and kissed her back with a passion
born from months of loneliness and frustration.  Her soft lips
pressed hungrily against mine as our kiss grew hotter.  She
pressed her tongue up against my lips and realizing what she wanted,
I parted my lips and let her tongue explore my mouth.

Our tongues danced and entwined with each other as our kiss went on
and on until finally we broke apart to catch our breaths.  I was amazed
at this girl.  She seemed to know exactly what she wanted and
wasn't afraid to go after it.  She wrapped her arms around my chest
and snuggled up against me, lying her head on my shoulder and sighed.

"Good morning, sweetheart.  Did you sleep well?"

"Better than I have in a long time, thanks.  I feel so safe here.
I can't remember the last time I felt this happy."  She grinned up
at me and got up, going towards the bathroom.  I got up too
and went into my den where my terminal was set up.  I logged in and
canceled the shipments I was supposed to pick up in the next few
weeks, since I would need to concentrate on Carrie.  I might just
go ahead and officially retire.  I was pretty proud of the fact
that I COULD retire at 29.  The smuggling I had done in the past
few years had really paid off, even if I was wanted dead or alive
in a few systems.  I'd never be going way out into the farther
galaxies any time soon anyway.

That done, I went to the vidphone and called up my parents' home.
My mother answered and looked suprised at me calling.

"Hello? Scott?  Is that you?"  She seemed shocked.

"Yeah, Mom it's me.  Listen I know we haven't talked in a while
but I've had a bit of a crisis her and I was wondering if I could
come and visit?  I could really use your advice."

"Sure, honey.  Come on over.  When can I expect you?"

"Um, probably by tomorrow morning if not sooner.  I'll see you
soon!  Love ya, bye."

"Love you too, son.  See you soon."

I hang up and walked back to the bathroom deep in thought.  She
seemed worried or something.  I couldn't put my finger on it, but
she seemed different somehow.  Oh well, I'd be there in person
by tomorrow and could worry about that when the time came.  Carrie
was back in the bed, under the covers looking sleepy.  I smiled at
her and went into the bathroom, taking care of business and then
returned to the bedroom.  When I got there, she was on her back
with her legs spread suggestively, and she was holding her arms
out to me, inviting me over to her, suggesting... well, there was
no mistaking what she was wanting.  Not with her like _that_.

Perhaps I hadn't dreamed that last night after all.  Oh well, live
and let live, I guess.  I just couldn't resist her innocent charms
on display so seductively.  Her whole body language said "take me",
"ravage me" but we had to get moving if we were going to make it
to the inner rings by tomorrow morning, so I kept my loins in check
and knelt down on the side of the bed and took her into my arms,
hugging her for all she was worth.

"Carrie, we need to get busy now.  You and I are going to go on a
little trip and go visit my parents, okay?  I'm sure they'll love
you as much as I do."  I said, while stroking her long flame red
hair.  Her only reply was to nod her head positively and hug me
tighter.  I took her over to the holo-shopping grid and explained
how it worked.  I punched my access code into the machine and after
I made a quick credit check, I punched up the shopping grid and
then FHT (female human adolescent) clothing and showed her how to
work the controls so she could pick out clothing and then the
holo-grid would show what she would look like wearing it.  It was
an expensive machine, but it was great for shopping at home.

I left her to her shopping and went into the den, logging onto my
terminal again to check my mail.  Mostly junk, as usual.  Assorted
bills and someone telling me how I could get rich by sending five
complete strangers five credits apiece.  Sheesh.  I did a systems
check on my phantom GX7, which I used when going on little trips
like this.  I hadn't used it in a while and needed to check it out,
make sure it was in god running order.  Just as I thought, it needed
a tweak or two before we could go anywhere.

I went into the bedroom and found Carrie still standing in front of
the holo-grid, having the time of her life.  I told her that I'd be
in the hangar and went off to do some work on the GX7.  I got out
my gravometric tools and went to work, losing myself in the work
for several hours.  I always loved working on my ships, it gave me
a lot of satisfaction working on the things myself.

Before I know it, it was lunchtime, and I went to the kitchen, intent
on getting some lunch for Carrie and I when I found her there already,
cooking for the two of us!

I was amazed at her resourcefulness, as I my kitchen was a bit old
fashioned, as I preferred real pots and pans to cook in as opposed to
just pushing the buttons on some nutritiomatic.  My parents had always
been naturalists and generally hated technology, being more "hands on"
type people, and justly, my mother cooked real food, and she'd spoiled
me on it, I suppose.  So when I walked into the kitchen and found
Carrie standing in front of the stove, cooking away, I was astonished,
yet impressed, to say the least.

I sat down at the table and she served both of us, steak and Zevian
eggs, scrambled no less.  She'd made a green salad, and poured us
each a glass of wine.  I thought about refusing to let her drink
the wine, but after her slaving over the stove for me I couldn't.

As we ate, I told her a little bit my childhood, and she told me 
more about hers.  Her mother had taught her how to cook when she 
was younger, and she told me that she was glad that I had the 
cookware, that she too preferred real food as opposed to the 
synthetic stuff.

After we finished our lunch and cleaned the kitchen, I took her
to the translocator and we found the clothes she had
purchased from the holo-grid waiting for her in the small
machine.  I opened it and gave her the containers which held
her new acquisitions.

She ran into the bedroom to try the new clothing on, and I went with
her, after she begged me to let her show the things to me.  What the
heck, I'd let her model the things if she wanted.  She spent nearly
an hour trying the different thigs on, and I have to admit, if nothing
else, she has excellent fashion sense.

I told her we had to get moving, so I packed us a few days worth of 
clothing and we hopped on board the GX7 and I made final preperations
for lift-off.  Carrie hopped into the co-pilot's chair and gave me a
big kiss.  I took off and set the course, and relaxed.

It would be a eight hour flight, even at .8 past the speed of light, so
I took Carrie by the hand and we went back to my quarters and watched 
holo-vids for a while before turning in.  As I've mentioned before, I
have sensors and monitors hooked up to the side of my bed so that the
ship's computer will wake me if anything happens out of the ordinary.
We undressed and got in the bed and Carrie cuddled up against me and
sleep gradually overtook me.

I awoke to find Carrie straddling me, riding my rigid cock like a 
Venucian in heat, pumping her small hips up and down wildly.  The
strange part was that she seemed to be asleep!!  As awareness came
back to me in greater quantities, I comfirmed that she was indeed
snoring softly while her body, seemingly having a mind of its own,
screwed her slender hips down at mine, joining us in the most 
intimate bond two people can share.  I laid my head back and groaned
softly as I let the pleasure overtake me.

Just then, right as I was pumping my seed deeply into the Carrie's
eager, if unaware, belly, the vidphone bleeped at me at the side of the
bed and Coimmander Shawkin's ugly face came into focus.  As soon as he
saw what I was doing, his grin grew into a look of pure mirth, and he
grinned from ear to ear.

"Why Mr. Targin, I didn't know it was little girls you liked.  You should
have told me!  My very own cousin owns a brothel full of the little things
in the outer Retian system.  But I digress, I've got myself in a bit of a 
pickle and I was hoping you'd be interested in doing a little business
for me?"  The Commander seemed to be watching Carrie with a bit more
interest than was warranted, and I wasn't _about_ to do any more jobs
for that creep anyway.

"No deal Shawkin, I'm officially retired as of this morning, go see for 
yourself."  And with that, I cut the connection, making sure he couldn't get
through again.  Sighing, I looked down at my sleeping beauty who was still
now, and looking angelic as ever.

*****

Commander Drave Shawkin sat in his office, fuming at the dead vidphone.  That
smuggler was his only hope of getting the RSL-3 turbo batteries that his troops
needed on... well, so be it.  What's a few soldiers compared to the rest of my 
vast army, he thought to himself.  It was then that he began to wonder about
the young girl he had seen Targin with.  She seemed familiar somehow and he
couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen that face somewhere before.  Ah well,
he thought, as he casually stroked the silky brown hair of a young boy giving
him head, it will come back to me.  I never forget a face.

*****

I woke up when the bleeping monitors beside me told me we were nearing our 
destination.  I woke up Carrie and I quickly got dressed and went back to the
cockpit and made the preperations for landing.  I punched up the coordinates
for my parent's place from the nav computer and put it on manual, while Carrie 
walked in and took the seat beside me and kissed me on the cheeck, then sat back 
and let me concentrate on piloting, such as it was.

We finally touched down at a nearby landing pad and exited the ship after I 
locked the ship down and shut it tight.  We walked the small overgrown path towards
the small community that I had grown up in all those years ago.  I hadn't been here
in over ten years, and was more than a little nervous about it.  I mean don't get me
wrong, no one here (as far as I knew) wanted me dead or anything, but it was still
a bit ackward after the things I had said when I left here before, and never looked
back.  Still, seeing everything from a child's perspective, as Carrie was doing, did
help me remember the place as I had known them as a child.  She would point out a
small nest of Trylons and giggle at the mother feeding her young, which admittedly
looks a bit strange, or ask why the sky was orange instead of blue.

It didn's take us more than ten minutes to get to my parent's home, but it seeemed
longer than that.  We got to the front door and I buzzed the small receptor.  My 
mother's smiling face came up on it and said "Oh" and then the door opened and there
she was.  My mother didn't look a day older than when I'd left ten years ago and that
in itself was odd, but not unheard of, I suppose.  

She hugged me and I hugged back politely, and when she pulled away from me she looked
down at Carrie and her bulged from their sockets almost.  She seemed very startled.

"Who... is this Scott?"  My mother asked hesitantly.

"This is Carrie, mother.  She's... well she's my girlfriend."  Carrie positively 
beamed when I said this, and my mother seemed to be as affected by the young girl's
charm as I was, and she had us come inside.  As we walked in, I wondered why the hell
I told mother that Carrie was my girlfriend?  I had made up my mind from the beginning
to tell her that Carrie was my adopted daughter.  I couldn't believe that I'd told her
that!

We sat down in their spacious family room and talked.  I told her how I'd found Carrie
and everything that had happened between us, and I mean EVERYTHING.  Carrie and I were
both blushing by the time I was through, and I ended my tale by confessing my love for
Carrie and it finally clicked.  My parents must have a truth shield erected around the
place.  I tried a simple test.

"My name is Scott Targin."  Yup, I was right, I had tried to say "Carrie Targin" but it
came out as my real name.

Carrie giggled.  "We both know that, silly!"

I came right to the point.  "Truth shield, eh Mom?"  I looked deliberately at her and
she calmy agreed, nodding her head.  "Your father and I have nothing to hide between
each other.  We've had it in place for years, ever since some con men lied to us in
our own home, making off with a lot of our retirement money.  Luckily the men were
caught and we got it all back, but we put up the truth shield after that."  She smiled
at us and then asked us if we'd like something to eat.  Carrie enthusiastically said
yes, and the two of them went off to the kitchen to cook.  I went to the back of the 
house to my old bedroom only to find it full of pink frilly things that made it
look like a little girl's room.  Curious, I went to the kitchen and asked Mom about it.

"Oh, that's Mary's bedroom.  We adopted a little girl a few years ago after we failed at
having another child naturally.  I was astonished when you showed up at first because 
your little Carrie is a dead ringer for our little Mary.  Her and your father should be
getting home any minute now and you two can meet her then."

They went back to cooking and I went back to the family room to wait when the front door
opened and there was my father and... my god!  I was speechless.  It was Carrie with
short black hair.  I stared at her without hearing a word my father said as he came over 
and shook my hand.

Mom and Carrie came into the room just then and Carrie came over to me and was asking me
to introduce her to my father when she saw Mary beside my Dad.  The two of them walked
up to each other and stared at each other.  As far as I could see, the only physical
difference was hair color and length.  Same face, same body shape, same green eyes,
the same height, it was eerie.  Carrie looked like she had seen a ghost.  She was 
white as a sheet almost.

I went over to Carrie and took her hand in mine and she squeezed it tightly.

"Carrie, could this be your sister?  You two look like twins."  Carrie didn't take
her eyes off Mary for an instant.  She replied while still staring at her intently.

"I thought she was dead.  I thought you were dead."  She directed the second to Mary.

The two girls slowly stepped closer together while tears formed in their eyes.  By 
the time they hugged each each other, they were crying tears of joy on each other's
shoulder.  I told my father everything that had happened between Carrie and I, blushing
again as I related our acts of love to him and the two girls were still hugging each
other, although they were both sitting on the couch now.  My parents and I sat and 
talked about my retirement while the two girls got to know each other again.  I didn't
know how this was going to affect my and Carrie's life, but I'd be there for her no
matter what.

End of chapter two.