"Welcome to the flight deck, Miss Dubane, Mr. Dubane," Captain Ruebark said, as Lieutenant Salem--she of the starched white dress uniform--stood by at ease after handing them over to the captain's care. "I trust your mother is good? And Charlie?"

"They're fine!" Maggie replied, with her usual unaffected charm. "Charlie loved the flight down on the transport, he was all 'Vroom, vroom...'" she imitated Charlie flying his hand through the air as if it were a space ship, which brought chuckles to some of the assembled crew, a rare break from their formal demeanor, and also brought forth a stern look around the room from Captain Ruebark. "Mama has a doctor's appointment in just a little while to get the baby looked at."

"Routine, I trust?" said the captain. "Nothing... no concerns?"

"Nope! Mama says the baby's fine. She says the baby takes after Charlie and me, and is a fighter."

Beaming smiles all around the room, though no chuckling this time.

"We'll be following that baby closely, you know," the captain said. "We consider the baby 'ours.' One of the family, if you will. The first baby conceived aboard the Hi'iaka!"

Maggie beamed. "I'm going to tell her all about the Hi'iaka and all about all of you," she said. "She'll know all about how great you all are. Or him--or, 'he will'--'cause it might be a boy." That was a rare confession from Maggie that she didn't actually know the gender of the baby.

"We will be very honored if you would do that," the captain said. "Now, shall we proceed with out mission for the Hopoe? Seaman Ulrick, status please."

"All systems go, Captain. Window opens in three minutes forty."

"Margaret," Captain Ruebark said, "I'm afraid this isn't nearly as exciting as the last time we had you here with us. Hopoe is in opposition to us--which is to say, on the opposite side of Mars from our current position, so we cannot view any footage from our ship-board cameras, and in truth there's nothing much for you to do. But the crew very much wanted you here--they consider these probes as much yours and Charlie's as they are ours. And they requested that I ask you to give Seaman Ulrick the order to begin the course change for Probe C, when we are within the window."

"Aye aye Captain!" Maggie said, standing up quite straight and lifting her knuckles to her forehead, just as Lieutenant Salem does. Everyone in the room smiled.

"Seawoman Johnson, please give us the video feed from probes. Monitors one and two

"Yessir," the seawoman answered, and suddenly the assembled were looking at Hopoe again, two views that were quite well-known to all Hi'iakians by now--one at ground level from Probe M, showing a dull gray landscape as far as you could see, pockmarked with craters of various sizes. Some still the offending space rock that caused them sitting in the middle of the crater, where it landed millennia ago. The other monitor, displaying the video feed from Probe C, provided a full view of the oblong, potato-shaped moon.

"There she is," Captain Ruebark said. "Our last views of the surface."

"He," Maggie corrected the captain. The captain gave her a puzzled look "Hopoe's a boy." Then she quickly added, "sir."

The captain smiled. "Good point, Astronomer Dubane. Seaman Ulrick, status?"

"Window opens in thirty seconds."

"Are you ready, Margaret?" the captain asked.

The girl nodded, with a serious expression. Everyone in the room stared at the monitors; the one displaying the video feed from Probe C was now also showing the time remaining before the window opened. Maggie bit her lip, watching the numbers. When they eventually reached zero, she spoke in a loud, steady voice, "Seaman Ulrick, please change the course of Probe C."

"Aye aye, Captain!" the seaman said. A moment later, the view on the monitor began to tremble as rockets were fired on the probe; it settled again after about ten seconds. "Captain Dubane," he announced, "course correction completed.

"Well done, seaman," Maggie said with a grin.

"Well now," Captain Ruebark said, "I think we have just witnessed the first order issued by a woman destined for a long career in command of space exploration missions!"

"Huzzah!" the assembled sailors cheered, with much grinning, and no scolding look from the captain this time. Maggie flushed, but held her head proudly high.

"Now all that is left is to watch Probe C gradually move closer and closer to the surface until her batteries die and she collides with the moon. Seaman Ulrick, when do we expect the collision?"

"Oh eight hundred hours tomorrow morning," the seaman answered.

The captain turned to Maggie. "Do you think you'll be able to join us? Or is that too early?"

"Yes, sir, Captain, sir," Maggie said. "We wouldn't miss it, right, Daddy?"

"Absolutely!" Michael answered. 'Or, absolutely not, we wouldn't miss it." And then he added, "Ma'am."

Back at their residential pod, after riding the trams up and down again, Lieutenant Salem announced, "I'll be here to escort you to the flight deck at 7:15 sharp tomorrow. Roger, Captain Dubane?"

"Aye aye, Lieutenant," Maggie said.

The lieutenant suddenly snapped to attention, standing tall and straight and looking over Maggie's head with a blank stare, lifting her knuckles to her forehead. She stood statuesque until Maggie did the same in return, standing straight and saluting the lieutenant. Then Lieutenant Salem clicked her heels and did an abrupt, smartly-executed about face and walked out the door. Michael was impressed by how she'd pulled this off without so much as cracking a little smile. The woman was good! Although in truth, he thought to himself, he wasn't sure he had ever seen the woman smile.

Michael barely had time to get a cup of coffee before his phone jangled from an incoming video call. Robin's face lit up the screen, and he and Maggie sat down on the couch.

"Mama!" Maggie said to her mother's smiling face.

"Hello dear," Robin replied from a hundred miles below. She was sitting in an examination room at the clinic, wearing a hospital gown. "How was your trip to the flight deck?"

"Great! I got to give a command to Seaman Ulrick to change the course of Probe C. Captain Ruebark said that I'm gonna have a long career as a captain of space exploration missions!"

Robin laughed. "I'm sure you will!"

"How's the baby?" Maggie asked. "Daddy's been worried."

"The baby is just fine. Dr. Gupta says everything is normal. They're just doing some standard tests. Here, look at this!" She held an ultrasound image up to the camera.

"What's that?" Maggie asked.

"It's a picture of the baby,!"

Maggie looked closer at the screen, squinting. "It is? I don't see anything."

"It's still very tiny, but Dr. Guota says that this"--she pointed to a whitish-gray spot in the middle of the image--"is the baby, and she's doing just fine."

"Cool!" Maggie said, squinting even closer at the small image of her future sibling on Michael's phone.

"Oh, here's the nurse now," Robin said, "I better go. Talk to you again soon! Love you! Miss you!"

"Love you too, Mama!"

"Love you too, Robin," Michael quickly added before the call ended, "and we miss you and Charlie!"

"Well," Michael said as he put his phone back in his pocket, "I think you need a bath, Maggie, and then we should spend some time packing."

"Okay!" And she dashed into their bedroom.

By the time Michael had put his coffee cup in the dishwasher and joined Maggie in the family suite, she was already naked and climbing into the tub. She'd left the bathroom door open, and he could see her little bare tush from across the room. It was an adorable sight.

He walked to the doorway and leaned against the frame, watching.

"Hi Daddy!" she said when she lay down in the water.

"Would princess like her Daddy to help give her a bath?"

"Princess would love that!' she answered.

Michael rolled up his arm sleeves and knelt next to the tub, picking up a bar of soap and lathering his hands. He began to wash her nearest arm.

Maggie giggled when he got to her armpit. "That tickles!" she said, squirming.

"Sorry!"

"It's okay, Daddy!"

He lifted her other hand and began washing the arm, and she squirmed and giggled some more. Then he rubbed his soapy hands on her shoulders, and her neck, and when his hands moved down to her chest, she sat up slightly and arched her back, as if presenting her nipples to him. As his fingers made contact with the soft pink flesh, he felt her little nubs stiffen to the touch. But he also felt something more. Something different. Michael knew Maggie's nipples well; he had touched them and kissed them and played with them many, many times. But today, he felt something different. Where once there had been only flat nipples against a flat chest, he now felt a little bulb beneath her soft skin. He rolled the tip of his fingers around in a circle, feeling this new development, a tender sphere of hidden flesh an inch across, and not a half inch high.

And he realized that he was experiencing the very first moments of his daughter's breasts, just beginning to bud.

"Daddy,' she said softly, "that feels really good."

He continued making circles with his fingers, feeling the tiny buds. "Maggie," he said, as softly as her, but with an air of reverence, "I think your breasts are starting to grow."

Her face was bright red. "I think so, too," she said, in a breathy whisper. "I noticed the last couple weeks that they were changing. It feels really nice when you play with them. It makes me..." her voice trailed off, turning into a breathy moan, and she closed her eyes.

Michael slipped a soapy hand down her belly, and as it passed over her pubic mound, Maggie spread her legs, and he ran his fingers up and down her reddening slit. Then he slipped his middle finger lower still until he was gently rubbing her anus, up and down, pressing just slightly, then little circles around the puckered flesh.

"Oh Daddy," she whispered, her face even redder and her eyes open in only tiny slits. "Oh Daddy..."

"I think you're clean now, baby."

Breathing hard, she looked at him with glassy eyes, and nodded.

He lifted the thin small girl from the tub and set her on her feet, then rubbed a terry towel over her naked body. As he did, he carefully observed her little nipples, and indeed he could see now that they were standing out, just slightly, almost imperceptibly. She saw him staring, and smiled, and lifted her hands, placing her palms and fingers just under her nipples, her thumbs above, and lifted the nipples just slightly. Michael, watching her, gave a heavy sigh.

"Daddy likes my nipples," she said.

"Daddy likes your breasts," he answered.

She moved her hands up and down just slightly. "Daddy likes my bouncing boobies," she said with a big grin, "just like I'm a cheerleader and they're Amber's." Michael reached a hand behind her and gave her bottom a little playful swat.

"Follow me, young lady," he said, leading her into the bedroom.

"Aye aye, Daddy, sir!" She grinned impishly, snapping to attention, staring off at some unspecified point like Lieutenant Salem does, and lifting her knuckles to her forehead.

Michael turned back, and was presented with a vision of pure loveliness. Maggie with her signature mischievous smile, brown eyes twinkling, her cheeks still flush from the warmth of the bath and from her daddy's touch. Standing as she was with her shoulders back and her chest puffed out, it was as if she was intentionally displaying her nipples for him, her changing nipples, her growing breasts. And he could see their new shape, almost imperceptible unless you were a man who had seen them many times these last few months, who had touched them and kissed them and had memorized their every little goosebump, their every little crease, and now he could see them rising so very slightly, her pale teats held up a half inch above her flat chest. And his eyes wondered down, down her skinny belly uninterrupted until the girlish rise of her pudendum and the cleft, the pale, hairless cleft disappearing between her legs.

"I don't believe that's a regulation uniform you have on, sailor," he said.

"No, sorry, Daddy, sir," she answered, her knuckles still at her forehead. "But Captain Daddy likes it when I'm dressed like this."

He laughed, and returned her salute, and then walked out of the bathroom, Maggie following behind.

"On the bed, sailor," he commanded.

"Are you gonna have sex with me, Daddy?' she asked as she climb onto the bed.

"No."

"No??"

"No." Michael was standing next to the bed now. "Come here, princess."

She crawled over to him, and got up on her knees. He put his hands on her sides and pulled her closer, then leaned down and kissed a nipple.

"Oh Daddy," she whimpered, as he opened his mouth around the nipple and his tongue explored this new, exciting shape. A new thing to memorize. When he moved to her other nipple, she lifted her hands to her chest and cupped them underneath her breasts, like she had done in the bathroom, lifting her nipple to present it to his mouth.

Her nipple was like the sweetest candy in his mouth.

When he stood back, with his hands still on her sides, he turned her. She playfully hopped around on her knees until her back was facing him, and he put a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down, until she was on her hands and knees. With her ass facing him, the mirrored rises of her outer labia puffed out between her legs, pale and turning light pink as they met together at her cleft. He put his hands against her inner thighs and pushed her legs open, her knees spreading. Now the pink cleft widened, showing even darker pink, and her ass cheeks opened, displaying the pale pink, crinkled flesh of her anus.

He knelt down next to the bed and kissed her pussy, then licked the length of her slit. As his tongue pushed in, he tasted the sweet saltiness of her insides, and she moaned and dropped down to her elbows. Still inside her folds, his tongue slipped wetly down, parting her clitoral hood until the tip of his tongue met the tip of her stiffening nub and he twirled around it, then slid his tongue back up, up the length of her lips and beyond, flattened as he found her anus, licking and licking her adorable baby asshole. Maggie was moaning softly and her legs were shaking as he now used the tip of his tongue to push into her little hole. In and out, he tongue-fucked his sweet daughter's ass.

Then he slid back down to her clit and sucked it into his mouth, holding it gently with his teeth while his tongue flicked, rubbed, twirled, and little Maggie came, a long, sustained orgasm, moaning and shaking as her daddy made love to her with his mouth.

When he finally pulled his face back from her, she looked at him, her face now against the bed, her eyes pleading. Smoldering. "Daddy, please fuck me now," she said.

Michael stood, and dropped his pants, and holding tight to her narrow hips, he entered her easily, his cock sliding into the hot tightness of her vagina. She groaned at his entrance, inhaled sharply when he pulled back, groaned again when he pushed in deeper. And then Maggie began to cum again, an endless orgasm that lasted the entire time that Michael fucked her.

"'Sean pulled his still-throbbing member from Amber's used cunt," Maggie read, sitting cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by boxes in Michael's single berth as he packed away his books, "and the cheerleader felt a thick glob of his man-goo ooze out of her distended hole and slowly dribble down to her anus...' Oh!" she interjected, "I felt that!"

"You did?"

She nodded. "Uh huh."

"Did you like it?"

"It felt really dirty. I bet Amber feels really dirty right now."

"Probably."

"She is dirty! And so am I!"

"Daddy's dirty girl."

She giggled, then went back to reading. "'He rolled off of her and lay down next to her and spread his legs. His now half-hard cock was sticky with the girl's cum, and his own.

"'"Do you want me to clean you now?" she asked him, although it was obvious what he wanted. He didn't answer, just reached over and grabbed the top of her head and pushed her down. When her face was at his studpole...' Studpole??"

"Yeah," Michael laughed. "This writer needs to put away the thesaurus. Or get a better one."

Maggie giggled. "'When her face was at his studpole, her tongue flicked out and he began to lick him, all over...' Wait, she's cleaning him with her tongue??"

Michael shrugged as he picked up another stack of books. "I guess so."

"Is that something girls do? Does Mama do that?"

"No, that's not something your mother has ever done, not to me at least."

Maggie looked thoughtful for a moment, then went back to the story. "'Amber's sweet soft pink tongue licked up and down his shaft, and she tasted herself, her cum mingled with his, and then she moved her tongue down to his balls and licked them clean as well.' Wow, Amber's soooo dirty!"

"Yeah, I'll say."

"That's all there is in this scene," Maggie said. She scrolled the page for a bit. "Wow, does this story ever end?"

"Some writers just keep going and going," Michael said, "like they never want to stop. I think they fall in love with their characters and can't imagine the story ever ending."

"I can see why the writer would fall in love with Amber. She's just so dirty, it's so much fun to read about her!"

"Yeah, but it's more fun when you tell your own story."

She grinned. "The one about the princess, and her daddy king with his big studpole?"

"Right!"

"Daddy King kissed princess's nipples and it made her pussy quiver and gush," she said, "and she begged her daddy to fuck her. And when he was done she felt his cum leaking out of her fuckhole, a big thick gooey glob of Daddy cream sliding down to her butthole."

He smiled at her.

"You like that, Daddy, don't you?"

"Yes, I do."

"Are you in love with the princess?"

"Yes, I am."

"You don't want the story to ever end, do you?"

"No, I don't."

"I don't either!"

"But for now, we should probably go to dinner."

"Okay!" Maggie jumped off the bed, standing on what little available floor there was. She was wearing shorts and a little teeshirt, and Michael was suddenly aware that he could see the shape of her nipples, her tiny bumps poking up through the shirt. Gonna have to get the girl a bra soon, he thought to himself.

The best thing about dinner was that the televisions in the cafeteria were showing Hopoe, as seen through the camera of the C probe. The probe was noticeably closer to the moon's surface now, and occasionally someone back at the flight deck would focus the camera on a particular surface feature--a crater, or a rock, or a crevasse.

"Daddy," Maggie said as they took their trays to the conveyor belt that led to the dishwasher, "can we go swimming? We haven't been swimming in ages!"

"Of course we can, pumpkin! Let's go get our suits."

Maggie took his hand as they walked out of the cafeteria and into the hall leading to their pod. It was good, Michael reflected, that she was well-known for being such an affectionate girl, and especially an affectionate daughter, and that everyone knew they had a very close relationship. This made their handholding seem quite natural, normal father-daughter stuff, and not the public sign of a torrid private sexual relationship. To outside observers, it was merely a charming and innocent sweet girl showing a need for closeness with her mother's new husband, not a potty-mouthed eleven year old nymphomaniac and a man who couldn't keep his hands off of her.

Michael Dubane, once a lost and lonely man who set out on a voyage to a distant land with not even a thought or a dream for any sort of physical or spiritual renewal, had somehow lucked into not just one profoundly fulfilling relationship, but two. More than two, in truth, when he considered Charlie and the little spot of life in that ultrasound his wife had showed them.

Father and daughter changed into their swimming suits in the changing rooms at the recreational deck, met by the pool, and ran, holding hands, to the water, cannonballing, laughing as they did. Maggie's bikini was now just a bit too tight on her; the girl had definitely grown since the first time they'd swam together, and now when she stood up in the pool after they'd jumped in, he could see those little nipples again, sharp as they stiffened in the cool air.

They swam together for the better part of an hour, then sat in the hot tub for ten minutes, veritable prunes when they got out.

"Let's get some dessert now," Michael suggested, remembering a row of little slices of cake he'd seen in the cafeteria. "We can take it to the observation deck!"

They sat on a bench in the yellow glow of Mars, staring out at their new home, eating the cakes, Michael drinking an espresso. Maggie talked about the future, with the sort of unbridled enthusiasm and optimism that only a child can have. "What should we name the baby?" she asked, and then proceeded on without waiting for his answer, "I can't wait to tell her about the Hi'iaka and Captain Ruebark and Lieutenant Salem and Seaman Ulrick and everyone! Do you think I will really be a space explorer some day? Will you come with me when I go?"

Michael just sat, grinning, listening to the young girl talk and talk. There's nothing in the world, well, in the universe, that he liked better than listening to Maggie Dubane talk.

Eventually the lights in the observation deck began to fade, indicating that it was sundown in some sense of the term, and they picked up their things and wandered back to their pod.

Certainly not a sweet and innocent girl now, Maggie was anxious for their second night of sexual debauchery since Robin's and Charlie's departure.

"Daddy," she said, when they were alone together in their family berth, "take your clothes off."

"Yes Ma'am!" he answered.

She giggled. "That's right, sailor," she said in an authoritative voice, which was particularly amusing coming from such an adorable eleven year old girl, "I want you in your regulation Daddy uniform!"

"Oh? What's that?"

"Nothing! Naked!"

"Yes Ma'am!" he said, starting to undress. 'But what about you, Ma'am?"

"What's the regulation uniform for a space explorer?" she asked with her impish grin.

"I suppose a space suit of some sort," Michael answered, followed quickly with a "Ma'am."

"Well, I don't have a space suit. So what's the regulation uniform for a daughter?"

"A cheerleader outfit, Ma'am," her daddy answered, to Maggie's giggling delight. He was naked now, his cock standing at attention to salute Miss Captain Dubane.

"And no panties!" Maggie added.

"That's right, Ma'am!"

'But I don't have a cheerleader outfit, either," she pouted.

"Then you need to be naked, Ma'am."

"I suppose that's only fair," she agreed, and began disrobing herself.

Michael lay in the bed, and nude Maggie climbed on to join him. Kneeling next to him, she leaned down and kissed his nipples, sucking on each one and running her hand through his belly hair and down to his swollen cock. She looked up at him.

"Daddy,' she said softly, "when we were swimming, I could see your studpole through your swimming suit, and I got really hot. I wanted to kiss him."

"Will you kiss him now, Ma'am?"

She smiled. "Yes I will, sailor."

Maggie's little mouth began to give her Sailor Daddy's cock sweet kisses, from the tip of his head to the base of his shaft, and down to his balls, and back up again. And her little pink tongue came out and she began to lick, gentle little licks around his head. She lifted his shaft and licked down the topside, his cock as long as her entire face, then returned to his head, her pink tongue looking tiny compared to his bloated mottled-red glans, and she giggled as she made him twitch when her tongue teased the spot right below his hole where the ridges of his crown meet together. Then with her signature puckish grin, she dribbled spit down the length of the underside of his shaft and, looking up at him with big blue eyes, licked, and licked, up and down, smothering his cock in wetness until Sailor Daddy groaned in blissful agony. Once she'd brought the poor man to this place, she moved down to the place where shaft meets sack, and gave it as big a kiss as her little mouth could muster, an open-mouthed, spittle-dripping kiss. Then down further, to the wrinkled skin of his scrotum, tongue licking, nose nuzzling, spit flowing, eyes up and staring at his face.

And then down even further, to where ballsack joined with flesh below, and further still, and he lifted his hips and spread his legs and her sweet delicate tongue lapped over his asshole, and she dribbled spit and licked and licked while Michael squirmed and groaned. She seemed to never want to stop licking her daddy's ass.

But eventually she sat up and smiled as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. "Did you like that, Daddy?"

"Oh god yes," he said, his voice cracking.

"It's very dirty! I felt so dirty when you did it to me, and I feel even dirtier now." She was smiling. "Amber never licked Sean's butthole."

"No, I don't think she did."

"I'm even dirtier than Amber!" she exclaimed with obvious pride. "And she's the dirtiest girl ever! That makes me the dirtiest-er! No, the dirtiester-est!"

Michael laughed quite hard, but Maggie put and end to his laughter when she climbed on top of him, reached down, lifted his cock, and sat gruffly down on it.

"Uggg," she groaned. "Daddy... your studpole is so big and thick..." She put her hands on Michael's chest and she began to rock, his cock gradually sinking deeper and deeper into her until her ass cheeks settled on his thighs and she stayed there for a moment, tensing her kegel muscles, squeezing him inside her almost painfully tight vagina. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her face went instantly dark red, and she lifted herself on her knees, quickly plopped back down, then up again, the entire time squeezing him with the muscles inside her in rhythm with her pumping.

Maggie rode her daddy long that evening, ten minutes at least, wetness flowing from her then entire time, until finally Daddy came. When he was done, she pulled off of him but did not dismount, instead settling her leaking little cunt on his stomach, her hands still on his chest.

Once she'd made a proper sloppy mess of Michael's belly, she climbed off, leaned over, and began to lick. She licked the cum from his belly, then down to his cock, cleaning his shaft completely, then down to his balls, bathing them with her tongue, then down further, and further still,.down to his ass. And little Maggie Dubane, daughter-sweet, space explorer, flight-deck-charmer, erotic poetess, potty-mouthed nymphomaniac, licked her daddy clean.

When she was done, she climbed up to him and smiled. "I cleaned you," she said, matter-of-factly.

"You did!" he answered.

"Now you know I'm the dirtiester girl ever," she said.

"Daddy's dirtiester girl," he said, putting his arm around her and kissing her on the top of her head.

Her eyes were closing sleepily already. "I love you, Daddy," she said.

"I love you too, my babygirl."

Epilogue

Michael's single berth, what he had once considered his private cocoon, his retreat into a comforting loneliness to which he had with gladness resigned himself, was now completely empty. The rows upon rows of books were gone, packed into boxes and carted away by the porters to the transport's hold.

The family berth was similarly empty, save for the two rolling suitcases that he and Maggie had reserved for those items that they needed for their last days on the good Hi'iaka. The beds still had their sheets, at least the double bed for Michael and the single for Maggie--the single kept out of a sense of decency and secrecy, so that the porters didn't raise their eyebrows at a father and his daughter sharing a bed.

The ship was nearly empty now as well, the first three traversals of the transport having taken most of the travelers down to the biodome, down to what will be their new home for the rest of their lives.

The probes on the newly-discovered Martian moon Hopoe had ceased their transmissions weeks ago, Michael and Maggie on the flight deck to observe the fiery end of Probe C, and the much less climactic end of Probe M as well, with the mission scientists on Earth extolling the valuable data that they had gathered.

And Michael and Maggie were together in bed, making love, as they had so many times during the last three weeks. Maggie had declared a few days earlier that they had indeed "fucked like rabbits;" that Michael had cum inside her twenty-six times ("I counted!"), and in her mouth at least ten times ("I counted that too, but I lost track."). And she had cum on his mouth an untold number as well.

Maggie's growth had continued during these weeks, her nipples now more pronounced than they had been on that first day that he and discovered their buds. But even yet more exciting for her father, they had risen from her chest atop tiny mounds of flesh, little more than a hint of breast that no one but such a careful observer as he would notice--an careful observer who had examined every millimeter with his eyes and his hands and his tongue. Maggie was proud of her little breasts and wanted him to see them constantly; her favorite thing was to cup her hands under them and hold them up for him to kiss.

Tonight she wanted to make love missionary. "I like it best when you're on top, Daddy. That way we can hug and kiss!"

Michael had other designs though, and throughout their long, forty-five minute lovemaking marathon, they switched positions often, rotating through them all--Maggie on top, Maggie on her knees and elbows, Maggie on her side with Michael behind her, Maggie sitting on her desk with her legs spread wide.

This night was bittersweet for Michael, because though he knew that the days of endless lovemaking with his daughter were coming to an end, he also longed to be with her mother. Maggie's baby breasts were exciting for him, but Robin's were full and beautiful, and no doubt fuller now from her pregnancy, and more beautiful. And he loved his daughter's pussy, so tight and small and inexperienced, but his wife's cunt was a beautiful thing as well, hot and open and well-versed in milking her husband's cock.

But now, his mind was not preoccupied with such thoughts. Now, he was with his daughter, and loving her. Their parade of positions was finished and they were back to the original, to missionary, and she was clearly exhausted, and so he finished, one last glorious orgasm inside his daughter before they left behind the good Hi'iaka forever.

Lieutenant Salem met them one last time to take them through the chain of trams to the transport dock. No other residents were given the honor of the third in command giving them an escort; for most, or all, of them, their escorts were the porters. But the Dubanes held a place of honor in the hearts of the crew, and even perhaps especially in the heart of Lieutenant Salem. The handsome formal woman had certainly been smitten with Maggie's infectious smile and boundless enthusiasm, and when Maggie had given her a big sweet hug upon the lieutenant's arrival at their now-empty living pod, the woman had displayed the rarest of things on the Hi'iaka, the rarest of things in the universe--a smile on Lieutenant Salem's face, when she returned the girl's hug with enthusiasm enough that Michael was convinced of her undying affection.

Now as they approached the docking doors to leave behind the good Hi'iaka forever, they saw ahead of them the entire crew--Captain Ruebark, Seaman Ulrick, all of them, standing in a line, and as Michael and Maggie walked past, they saluted. Maggie returned their salutes, laughing, which brought smiles and even laughter to some of their faces as well. And then Captain Ruebark stepped forward and shook Michael's hand, and turned to Maggie, but before he could extend his hand to her, she barreled into him with a hug as grand as the one she'd given Lieutenant Salem before. The captain laughed with delight.

"Godspeed to your two," he said. "Give Robin and Charlie our love."

"Thank you for a most enjoyable four months, Captain," Michael said, then turning to the crew, "and such a professional crew!"

"We'll miss you all!" Maggie said.

"We'll miss you, too," Captain Ruebark replied. And then the last two passengers on the fourth voyage of the good Hi'iaka, a voyage across 150 million miles of space, a four month trek and yet the voyage of a lifetime, passed through the docking door and left the ship behind forever.

A half an hour later, the Hi'iaka's giant robot arms carefully grappled to the transport and slowly, gently, with almost motherly concern, edged the spaceship away from the docking port, turned the ship to face towards Mars, and let loose her hold.