"Now," Michael said, "what is it that you were going to tell us, Robin?"

Robin had a serious look on her face, her eyes locking onto Michael's for a long several seconds, then flitting to the kids, then back to Michael's.

"I have some exciting news..." she finally said. Pregnant pause... "Michael... kids..." She looked again from her husband to her children. "I'm... We're... I'm pregnant!" she squealed. "We're going to have a baby!"

The sex that night was as good as it had ever been, for Michael at least. Something about knowing that the woman he was fucking was carrying his baby inspired him to new heights. Or, depths. Robin seemed to be as enthusiastic as her husband, and maybe even more so, not even waiting for the kids to fall asleep (or, at least, for Maggie to pretend she'd fallen asleep), nor caring at all whether their podmates could hear her through the thin walls of their sleeping quarters. Up on her hands and knees, her husband's strong warm hands aggressively gripping her ass, she groaned aloud, "Oh God Michael! Oh Daddy! Bathe our new baby in your cum!"

After ten minutes of solid bed-thumping sex, she herself pulled away from him and sat up on her knees. She turned to face him, and grabbed him by the wrists. "On your back, mister!"

"Oh really?" Michael answered.

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" She twisted his wrists, and he let her, turning him onto the bed. In an instant, she was on him. In an instant she was sliding her slick pregnancy-enthused cunt down his cock. She held him down onto the bed by his wrists, locked almost painfully tight in her fingers, and began to ride him at a slow and deliberate pace, her eyes glassy and turning up into her sockets. Eventually, the initial passion of her sudden and newfound dominant aggression subsided somewhat, and she was looking down at her husband with something closely resembling focus.

"So," she said, panting, sliding, "are you really excited about this? About the baby?"

"God yes," Michael answered. "I can't even believe how lucky I am."

"Lucky? It's all skill, mister! You're just so virile, my eggs never stood a chance against the torrent of sperm you keep shooting into me every night!"

Michael could only groan in response, as his wife drove down hard on his cock, pulled up quick, drove down again.

"You gonna give me more of that sperm, Daddy?"

Michael grunted a guttural "Fuck!" and lifted his hips in response to her next downward thrust. But rather than give her husband the last couple hard pumps that would have opened the gates of orgasmic paradise for him, she pulled off completely.

"Oh god," he moaned in unrequited urgency.

Robin smiled, and kissed him, gripping his wrists even tighter. "Does Daddy need to cum?"

"Oh god yesss!" Michael hissed.

"Maybe Maggie can help you out with that," Robin said, leaning over him with her face right in front of him, grinning big.

"Oh, Robin," he moaned. "Come on, get me off!"

"Hold your horses, Mr. Impatient," she said. "First you have to tell me, has she sucked your cock yet?"

"I don't kiss and tell," he groaned.

"Look here, little boy," his wife hissed above him. "Do you want Mama's pussy? You wanna cum in my slutty cunt?" She leaned back, wiggled her ass until his cockhead felt the warmth of her slick lips.

"Ugg... Yes!"

"'Yes,' you want pussy? Or, 'yes,' she's sucked your cock?"

"Both!"

She pushed back, onto his cock. "Oh god," they both groaned in unison. Robin started rocking. "Was she... was she good? Did she swallow?"

"I think... I think she... Oh fuck!"

"Oh, Michael! Bathe our baby with your sweet semen!"

"Oh god!" he groaned again.

"I love you, Daddy! I'm so happy to be having your baby!"

"Ooooh fuck!"

Michael had what was definitely, without any doubt, the best orgasm of his entire life, pumping ten shots into his wife while she rocked up and down on his hips.

They lay together in the afterglow. "So, you really are excited about this baby?" Robin asked him.

"Oh, god absolutely. I never even dreamed... Robin, you've made me so happy. I can't believe how lucky I've been, and now this!"

"Maggie seemed happy, too."

"Yeah, she's excited as hell to be a big sister again. She's convinced that it'll be a girl."

Robin laughed at that. "Sure, she's always wanted a little sister. I hope we don't disappoint! But Charlie... Do you think he's excited? I couldn't tell."

Michael nodded thoughtfully. "He's a hard kid to read sometimes. Keeps his thoughts and emotions to himself."

"Yeah," Robin agreed. "I think part of it might be that he's confused, and embarrassed. I'm not sure he totally understands the mechanics of it, you know? Jordon died before he was old enough to, you know, have the Dad-son talk about the 'birds and the bees.' And I was just too self-occupied after that." Michael nodded thoughtfully, and Robin continued. "Besides, I guess I'm not sure he's old enough, even now."

"Yeah... I don't really think it's about him being old enough for it or not, is it?" Michael said. "It seems to me he's got a real-life lesson in human sexuality on his hands."

"I suppose you're right. It's just so awkward. He'll be totally embarrassed, having his mom talking to him about penises."

Michael might not be the sharpest tack in the box of office supplies, but he was able to take the hint on this one, and he grinned. "Luckily, the kid's got a dad again now. I suppose it's my fatherly duty."

Robin snuggled up to him. "You're so sexy when you're being a daddy," she murmured, closing her eyes.

He kissed his wife on the forehead. "And you're sexy when you're carrying my baby!"

"So, Charlie..." Michael Dubane said to his new son, as they sat alone together in the family berth the next morning. "I was hoping to talk to you about what your mom told us yesterday--about how we're having a baby."

Charlie looked at him blankly.

"What do you think about it?"

Charlie just shrugged his shoulders. Typically hyper-communicative Charlie!

"Are you excited to have a little brother or sister?"

Another shrug.

Michael took a deep breath. "I was thinking..." he stammered. Of all the things that he'd imagined himself doing in his life, having a conversation with a seven year old boy about the birds and the bees had not even remotely entered his mind. He had no idea what would be the best way to approach the discussion. All he could do was just barrel ahead. "I was thinking I might talk to you a little bit about the process." Shit, "process?" It's like he's talking to one of his reports about configuring a network! "About, like, how it happens, and what's going to happen now."

Charlie looked at him with an expression that dripped with dread, embarrassment, and not a small dose of resignation to his fate. He was probably expecting this was going to happen. Maybe he would have been more comfortable if it had been Robin rather than his new father?

Michael took another deep breath. "So... about how it happens... You know how men, boys and men, like you and me--" He hoped that by personalizing it a bit, he might win Charlie over... "--have penises, right?"

Charlie's face was just painted with embarrassment. Michael could tell that the last thing in the world the kid wanted to do was have a discussion about penises. But what choice did he have, but to double down?

"And... and women, girls, have vaginas, right?"

Charlie nodded at this, pretty much the first reaction he'd had other than extreme embarrassment. Maybe the word "vagina" sparked a little bit of interest for the kid? That's a good sign.

"Well, men... they make sperm, they make sperm in their testicles, that's what men make to make a baby." Michael felt like he was stammering like a fool. "When you get a little older, you'll make sperm in your testicles."

Charlie's expression had returned to its previous painful embarrassment. Whether or not he might have been interested in discussing vaginas, clearly testicles were not on the short list of topics he wished to exchange opinions on with his new father.

"And women, like your mother, they make eggs. It takes both a sperm from the man, and an egg from the woman, to make a baby. And you have to get the two together, right? You have to get the sperm and the egg together. And to do that... well, to do that, the man puts his penis inside the woman, inside her vagina, and then puts the sperm in--ejaculates the sperm out of his penis and into her. Does that make sense?"

Charlie nodded, although it wasn't entirely clear that he was telling the truth. Michael felt like he was doing a terrible job of describing any of this to his son.

"In order to... to get the penis inside the vagina, the penis gets--well, it gets an erection. It gets stiff, and, and, it grows longer. And the vagina gets, well, it gets wet, like, lubricated, so that the penis can go inside it." Michael paused awkwardly, ostensibly to see if the kid had anything to say, but also to try to whet his increasingly parched mouth. Hearing no questions from Charlie, he continued: "After a little while, the man ejaculates his sperm--it's more than just sperm, it's called semen, which is liquid, a kind of cloudy white liquid that has lots of sperm in it. The sperm itself is tiny, microscopic, and there's like a million sperms each time a man ejaculates."

Michael was reminded of how a stumbling drunk might describe sex. Oh well, onward ho!

"And then inside the woman, the sperm and the egg meet in her uterus. Sometimes the uterus is called the womb. And when the sperm and the egg meet, the egg is what we call 'fertilized,' and then it will grow into a baby. First it's an embryo, then a fetus, and it grows inside the woman's, its mother's, uterus. The uterus feeds it and provides it with blood and oxygen and stuff. That's what's happening to your mother right now. Then, after nine months, if you're really lucky, the baby is born. The woman gives birth to the baby."

Dead silence from the boy across the table from him.

"I know that was a lot to absorb. Do you have any questions, or anything you want me to clarify?"

Charlie shook his head, but he looked like he wanted to say something. Michael raised his eyebrows, hoping beyond hope that he might be able to inspire the kid to open up a little bit.

"Sometimes..." Charlie said, "sometimes my penis gets hard."

Wow. A breakthrough! Michael was extremely happy and proud at this moment. It's like they're a father and a son!

"Yeah, that happens to boys your age sometimes. It'll happen more, a lot more, as you get older, especially once you're old enough to make sperm. You'll get hair around your penis, that means that you're old enough to make sperm."

"Yeah, I know about the hair. Pub..."

"Pubic."

"...Pubic hair."

"Right."

"Why does the penis get hard?"

"That's so that it can get in the vagina."

"No, I mean... What... What makes it get hard?"

"Oh!" Michael suddenly realized that he'd been completely "mechanical" in his description. Time to bring it back down to reality... "Well, you get hard--a guy gets an erection--when he's turned on, I mean, like, when he's sexually excited. Like, for me, when your mother and I are kissing, or when we touch each other in special ways, I get an erection."

Charlie nodded. "Mine gets hard sometimes when I touch it."

"Exactly! So does mine. And I want to make sure you know that it's perfectly okay for you to touch it like that. I do that. All men do, and most women do, too. It's perfectly normal and natural and okay to touch yourself like that."

"Okay."

"And when you get a little older and start making sperm and stuff--"

"And get hair."

"--right, and get pubic hair, you'll be able to make yourself cum--to ejaculate, to get the sperm to shoot out. You can do that with your hands. And that's perfectly normal, everyone does it, and it's not anything to be at all embarrassed about or anything."

"Okay."

"Now, there's lots more stuff that I want to tell you about, like birth control--"

"Birth control?"

"Yeah, that's what you use if you have sex and you don't want to have a baby. I can tell you all about--"

"But you and Mom wanted to have a baby, so you didn't use birth control?"

"Well, not exactly. We're very excited to be having a baby, but we weren't exactly planning on it or anything. You're mom--she's struggled with fertility problems. It was hard for her and your dad to make you and Maggie. It took a lot of work and they had see doctors and stuff. So we--your mom and me--we really didn't expect to have a baby and we didn't use birth control because we didn't think it mattered. But we got lucky!"

"Oh, okay."

"I'll tell you more about birth control when you get a little older. There's lots of stuff to consider, but not now. I've already told you so much you're probably a little confused."

The boy nodded a bit.

"And also, it's almost time for Lieutenant Salem to come get us so we can go to the flight deck! But Charlie, just remember, if you have any questions at all, you can ask me anything, or your mom, too. Or Maggie, she's old enough now that she knows some of this. Any of us will be happy to answer your questions. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay! Now let's get ready to go launch some drones!"

"Okay!"

All things considered, Michael was pretty happy about how that conversation went. And, he felt, or at least he hoped, that maybe Charlie had opened up to him a bit and they might be a little closer now. That would be a very nice, very special, very unexpected outcome of all this.

Second Lieutenant Salem was exactly on time. Small surprise there. And looking sharp in her starched dress whites and her starched white hijab, in such sharp contrast to her ebony skin. The kids bubbled with excitement as they walked with her down the hall to the trams, Maggie even taking the lieutenant's hand. Michael wondered, as he watched the two of them holding hands, what the lieutenant thought of this. She was so formal, it must be strange for her to interact with someone as informal as Maggie. Or, maybe she liked it. Probably, she liked it. She was still a young woman and no doubt at some point in her life she would like to have a family; Maggie's sweet, trusting demeanor would certainly convince the sailor that being a mother was a fine and beautiful thing.

Behind them, Michael and Robin held hands as well.

"So how'd it go with Charlie?" she asked him.

"It went great!" Michael answered.

"Really?" Robin seemed genuinely surprised. "That's awesome! "

"I really feel like we bonded. He even told me that his penis gets hard sometimes, when he touches it."

"Oh my god that's so cute!" Robin said.

"I told him that it's okay if he touches it, that it's nothing to be embarrassed about, that everyone does it."

"You are such a great father!" Robin said, wrapping her arm around his back.

"I don't know about that. It's more like, Charlie is a great kid."

"You're perfect. For him, and for me!"

"I hope so!"

A few minutes later, the family arrived on the flight deck. It was crowded--the entire crew was present, both officers and enlisted personnel huddled around various consoles or standing in small groups. There was also a team with several cameras, filming and taking still pictures of the goings-on.

The Captain smiled warmly, if a little formally, when Lieutenant Salem announced them. Michael noticed with some uncomfortableness that the cameras had all been turned onto them.

"Hello, Dubanes," Captain Ruebark said, walking up to them and shaking Michael's hand, then Robin's, then the kids. "Sorry about the cameras in your faces..." He looked askance at the crew members, huddled around the five of them with the video equipment. "This is being broadcast live on Earth."

"Live?!?" Maggie said. "We're TV stars!" She waved to the camera, then was overcome with a rare moment of shyness, and ducked behind Michael.

"Seaman Urick," the Captain said, and the sailor in his blue jump suit stepped forward.

"Yessir!"

"Why don't you explain to the children what will be happening with the drones."

"Yessir." The sailor turned to Maggie and Charlie, and as the cameras recorded his words and beamed them back across the endless darkness of space, to Earth, where they were heard by undoubtedly a billion people about twelve minutes after they were actually spoken, he explained:

"We'll be launching two probes, two drones, this afternoon. The first, I believe we will have Margaret launch the first one, correct, Captain, Sir?"

The Captain nodded.

"So that probe, the first probe--" the sailor seemed to be stammering a bit, nervous in front of the cameras perhaps. "--we have named 'probe M,' which is short for 'Margaret.'" Maggie's face lit up in a smile and the sailor, all seriousness until now, smiled himself. "'Probe M' is programmed to attempt a landing on the surface of the asteroid, or, excuse me, the moon. 'Probe C'--I'm sorry, I should have said, that's what the second probe will be called, short for Charles of course, is programmed to go into a psuedo-orbit." He turned to Charlie--the boy, not the probe. "We call it a 'psuedo-orbit' because there is not enough gravity from the moon to cause the drone to go into actual orbit. Instead, the drone is programmed to use its thrusters in such a way that it will circle the moon as if it were actually in orbit."

"Oh, you don't have to call it 'the moon' anymore," Maggie said. "I know what it's name should be!"

Michael saw the Captain's eyes sparkle at the charm that Maggie had. "Excellent, Margaret, and what should the name be?"

"Hopoe!" she exclaimed. "I looked it up. Hopoe was Hi'iaka's best friend. Plus it sounds like 'hope,' which is nice."

"Well!" the Captain exclaimed. "I think you are correct, Margaret, that is an excellent name for our little moon. We don't have the final say, but let's commence to calling her 'Hopoe' from now on, unless and until the official governing body of Naming Things tells us otherwise."

Seaman Urick nodded, smiling slightly. "The primary disadvantage to our psuedo-orbit," he continued with his explanation, "is that we will have to use fuel to stay in orbit around the--around Hopoe. The drone will run out of fuel after about two days, but during those two days we will be able to do a great deal of observation from about 100,000 feet above the surface."

"But we'll have lots of observations from 'probe M'--from my probe, right?" Maggie said, or more exactly, asked. "How long will probe M last, on the surface of Hopoe?"

"We don't know what exactly will happen with probe M," the sailor said. "We're hopeful that we can slow it down enough that we can make a soft landing on the surface of Hopoe. But it's possible that the landing will be too hard, and the probe will be destroyed. Or, that the probe will simply bounce off of the surface and into space. Or both. But at least we'll have footage of the approach and even of only a few feet above the surface, and this will be immensely valuable for us, even if the drone is subsequently destroyed."

Seaman Urick pointed to a monitor, displaying the Hopoe. "It is our hope that the M probe will land here, in this relatively flat area. That's where we believe we will have the most luck having a successful landing. The C probe will orbit in this direction--" He made an oblong circle that bisected the moon at about a 45 degree angle.

Maggie and Charlie both nodded. "Oh, okay," Maggie said.

"Now," the Captain interrupted them, "I'm afraid it's time for us to proceed. The launch window is not terribly large and it is rapidly approaching. Follow me, Margaret, Charles."

Maggie was beaming, Charles looking a bit bewildered, as they followed the Captain, and the cameras followed them, to a bank of computer terminals. Seaman Urick stepped forward and pulled two chairs back slightly from two of the terminals, and indicated with a formal sweep of his hand that the children should sit down.

"Margaret," the Captain said as the children sat down, "you'll launch yours first. When the countdown completes and we're in the launch window, just touch the screen where it says 'launch.' That's pretty easy, huh?" Those in attendance laughed, but Maggie just looked up at the man, wide-eyed, nodding. "Charles," the Captain continued, turning to the boy, "your job is harder. What I want you to do, is, after Margaret has launched her drone, you count for thirty seconds, you know, 'one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand.' When you get to thirty, launch your probe."

Charlie nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay," the Captain said. "Seaman Urick, how's the launch window looking?"

"Sir, two minutes 39 seconds, Sir," the sailor said, looking up at a digital clock above the monitors.

The next two minutes proved frustratingly long, especially for the children and the camera crew, who were desperate for some action. But both parties had to settle the Captain making small talk with the kids--"Are you looking forward to your departure for Mars, Maggie?"

"Yes!" Maggie said. "I can't wait. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the Hi'iaka, but it will be nice to be on Mars!"

"Are you looking forward to being in a real school?"

"Yes!" Maggie said. Charlie shrugged his shoulders when the Captain looked at him for his answer.

"How are your studies, Charles?" The Captain asked in a grandfatherly tone.

"Fine," was all Charlie said.

"Good, good..."

"Captain," Seaman Urick said. "Ten seconds to the launch window."

"Yay!" Maggie hollered.

The cameras crowded closer. The sailor started a countdown--"Nine, Eight..."

"Don't forget, Charles," the Captain said. "Count to thirty, after Maggie launches hers."

Charlie nodded.

"Three... two... one... launch window is open!"

Maggie touched the screen, as instructed. From one of the monitors you could see a small tuft of smoke from a port on the side of the Hi'iaka, then the yellow-orange glow of fire, and a small object shot out of the port. Meanwhile, Charlie was counting out loud, "...three Mississippi, four Mississippi..." When he reached "thirty Mississippi," he touched his screen, and the monitor showed the same tuft of smoke, then the fire, and the probe launching from another port. All eyes in the flight deck were now looking at the monitors that displayed the flight of the probes.

"What now?" Maggie asked. "How long?"

"It should take about three minutes for the probes to arrive at the Hopoe," Seaman Urick answered as he sat down at the console next to Maggie. After a few seconds of vigorous typing, he announced, "Probe M's on board camera is now on monitor seven," and one of the large monitors above the assembled crowd flickered and then displayed a view of Hopoe, only a faint grayish dot in the distance not much bigger than it appeared outside the port window, but growing noticeably with each passing second. Then, the sailor announced, "And probe C on monitor eight," and a similar vision of Hopoe appeared on the next monitor.

"Ship-wide monitors?" the Captain inquired loudly, to whatever sailor was the appropriate one to ask.

"Yessir," another sailor answered. "Monitor one."

"Excellent."

The next three minutes were a complete contrast to the previous two; whereas those seemed to drag on forever, these were over before you could even catch your breath. There was a great deal of activity on the floor of the flight deck--sailors and officers flitting from one console to the next, talking, pointing; monitors displaying the increasingly large and clear view of the moon, and all in attendance staring in anticipation. After what seemed like no more than a second or two, Seaman Urick made another announcement. "Probe M commencing position reversal in three... two... one..." The image on monitor seven suddenly shifted, Hopoe disappearing from view as the probe flipped 180 degrees. But then the sailor adjusted the camera, and the moon again appeared on the monitor, now filling the screen entirely, its pock-marked surface visible in exciting detail. At the same time, you could see that the probe was desperately firing its thrusters in an effort to slow its approach. To an untrained eye like Michael's, this did not appear to be very successful, and the moon's surface approached at a frightening clip. And then, monitor seven simply went black.

"Probe M has made contact with the surface," Seaman Urick said, busily working at his console.

"Status?" the Captain asked, staring, like everyone else.

"Unknown, sir," the sailor answered. "No communications with the probe yet."

"Oh no!" Maggie said, looking over the sailor's shoulder at his console. "Did it crash?"

"We'll see," the sailor answered. He looked up at the monitors. "Status of probe C?"

"Initiating orbit," another sailor answered.

Seaman Urick watched as monitor eight showed the progress of the second probe. A few seconds later, it crested the opposite side of the moon.

"There she is!" Urick said, pointing up at the monitor where a new pock-mark appeared with a bit of shining metal in the middle. "Probe M remains in contact with the surface! Can someone get us a close-up of that?"

The camera zoomed in on the probe, but the view was fleeting, as probe C continued its orbit. Nevertheless, probe M appeared intact.

"And..." Seaman Urick said, "We have communication! The probe appears to have survived the crash!"

"Yay!" Maggie hollered. "But, why can't we see anything?"

"It would seem that the camera is buried in the dirt," the sailor answered. "Don't worry, now that we're communicating, we should be able to solve that problem."

"Great!"

"But meanwhile, we've got to focus on probe C for now. He's going way too fast to be able to sustain this orbit for more than a few more minutes." Three other sailors crowded around Seaman Urick's console, and they set to work.

"Well, children," the Captain said, "you've done excellent work today! But for now, it would probably be best if you leave the sailors to do their work."

"Yes," Robin said, "we should be going now and leave your men and women to their duties."

The Captain nodded in her direction. "You can observe their progress from any monitors in the ship, and we'll have you back here for more observations if you're interested.

"Oh yes! Yes, we're interested!" Maggie enthused.

"That will probably need to wait until we achieve orbit around Mars, since that's another pressing need that will be presenting itself in the next day or so."

Looking out the window, it was a little hard to imagine that the tiny red dot in the distance would soon be as large as the Earth was back before their voyage began, and that the Hi'iaka would soon be orbiting their new home. Despite this event's fast approach, It would still be a very long time before they would set foot upon the surface of the planet--they were scheduled to be on the final of four transports, and it would be three weeks at least before their time would come. Space travel is an odd thing in that regard; there is a lot of waiting to be done.

"Well," Robin said to the Captain, "thank you so much for the opportunity to be here for this event, and for taking time out from your busy schedule to accommodate us."

"Of course," the Captain answered. "I know I speak for the rest of the crew when I say that having your children on our flight deck is a pleasure we all look forward to."

There were a lot of smiles on the faces of the Dubane family, as they followed Second Lieutenant Salem back to the shuttles, and back to the living quarters.

"Mama said that you had 'the talk' with Charlie yesterday," Maggie said to Michael the next afternoon as they sat together on the bed in his old single berth.

"She did? That seems like the sort of thing that ought to be private."

"She had to tell me, because I wanted to go in and hang out with you but she said we should leave you alone."

"Ah, okay. I just don't want him to be embarrassed."

"I won't say anything to him, I promise."

"Good." Michael could tell that the girl understood. "I know you won't."

Maggie sat up. "So did you tell him about how your king cock gets all hard?" She was grinning big by the time she finished the sentence.

"Not in so many words," Michael responded, grinning, too. "But..."

"Did you tell him that a guy slides his big hard throbbing fuckstick in and out of a girl's sluthole until he spurts his babyseed into her cum-guzzling womb?"

Michael laughed. "You are so over-the-top, Maggie!"

"I bet you didn't. I bet you said 'penis' and 'vagina' and 'erection' and 'semen.'"

"That's right."

"Booooring! Oh, and, Mama had a talk with me, too, while you guys were talking."

"She did?"

Suddenly Maggie had a serious look on her face. "She told me I don't ever have to do anything I don't want to do."

"Right..." Michael sounded a bit confused. After all, Robin had repeatedly told him that she trusted him...

"Don't worry," Maggie said, apparently reading his mind. "She totally said she knows you're not going to make me do things. She's worried about me, not you. She thinks I might put pressure on myself to do things, you know?"

"Sure, that makes sense."

"She said that if there's anything I don't want to do, I should just tell you, and you won't do it."

"Right, absolutely."

She continued to have a very serious look on her face. This was a new side to Maggie--not the usual playful silly girl he'd gotten so used to over the months of this trip. "So if I tell you I don't want to do something, you have to not do it, right?"

"Absolutely, Maggie." Michael wondered nervously what exactly his little girlfriend had in mind. What sort of second thoughts was she having about their sexual relations?

"Do you want me to tell you what I don't want to do?"

"Yes. I promise I'll totally respect your wishes." He was surprised how his heart was starting to race.

Maggie took a deep breath. "Okay." She paused, looking right at him, her lip even trembling a bit like she was as nervous as he was. "I... I don't want to not have sex with you."

"Wha...?"

"I don't want to not fuck like rabbits with you!" Maggie was grinning big now.

"You are crazy, Maggie!"

"Now, you just promised that you wouldn't do what I don't want to do, and that means that you have to have sex with me! You have to fuck me like we're rabbits!"

Michael just shook his head and laughed.

"Is your fuckstick getting hard now, Daddy?" She gave a big grin. "I mean, is your penis getting erect?"

"Yes. Yes he is."

"Yay! My vagina's getting wet, too! I mean, my sluthole's getting all sloppy!"

"Nice!"

"You like a sloppy sluthole, don't you, Daddy?"

"Sloppy slutholes are splendid," Michael said.

"Fiery fucksticks are fantastic!"

"Dirty daughters are..."

"Delightful!"

"I was thinking 'devilish,' but 'delightful' is good, too!"

"Oh, Daddy," Maggie said. "I think... I think I'm ready. I think, I mean, I think I don't want to not have sex with you anymore ever again!"

Michael reached out to his new little eleven-year-old daughter and she fell into his arms and he lay down on the bed, pulling her with him, on top of him. She immediately started grinding herself on his cock through his pants. Their lips met and their tongues entangled, and while they kissed, Michael reached down and lifted Maggie's skirt above her ass, and begin pulling her panties down. She lifted herself off of him slightly so that he could get them, then sat up and reached down and began unbuttoning his pants. The moment she had them down his thighs, she climbed up and sat down. Her eyes rolled back as her pussy--indeed, the girl's sluthole was sloppy as hell--splayed around the thickness of her daddy's cock and she ground against him. She ground her hips forward, so that her pussy left a trail of wetness along the underside of his cock as she moved up, and then left another trail as she moved back down.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered as she moved even higher, until his anxious cockhead was smothered in her lips.

"I love you, Maggie," he said quietly.

"I love you, Daddy," she whispered back, as in perfect harmony they pressed their hips together, Maggie backwards, and down, Michael forwards, and up, and his cockhead slipped in between...

Michael's phone rang with the tell-tale ring-tone of a incoming call from Robin. Good god, what horrible timing! For two seconds, maybe three, he ignored it, his cockhead positioned just at the tiny entrance of his daughter's little sex. No fucking way am I taking that call! But then his senses got the better of him: Robin was visiting the medic right now, and a phone call could only mean one of two things--something was wrong, or she was standing right outside the door of his old berth and didn't want to barge in out of concern that she might find her husband and her daughter in flagrante. Either way, he probably ought to take the call.

"Maggie," he said, as tenderly as he could, "it's your mother... I should probably answer..."

Maggie nodded, sliding the lips of her sloppy sluthole back down his cock.

"Hello, Robin?" Michael said into the phone.

"Hi, Michael. Um, you should probably come here, to the medic's. There's something..."

"Shit, Robin, is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything's fine, don't worry."

"Okay, I'm on my way." He hung up the phone. "I'm sorry, babygirl," he said to Maggie. She just nodded as she climbed off of him.

"We just got off the phone with Doctor Huan at Kakadu and, don't panic or anything, everything's okay, but she's a bit puzzled about some of the tests, and..."

"You see," the medic said to Michael, "I'm just a field medic, I don't really know what I'm doing here. I guess we never envisioned having a woman get pregnant during the flight."

"Sure, okay," Michael said.

"Doctor Huan doesn't think there's anything wrong or anything, but she wants me down as soon as possible, so that we can make sure."

"Sure, that makes sense."

"So they've moved us up to the first transport, and they're accelerating that one, too. Which means we have to leave tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?!?"

"Right."

"I don't... we're nowhere near ready to leave!"

"I know." Robin gave him some puppy-dog eyes, looking remarkably like Maggie, when she does the same to him. Michael knew what she was angling for.

"You go down tomorrow," he said. "Take the kids. I'll stay up here and pack everything up and take a later transport."

"Oh, thank you, Michael! Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!"

"I'll miss you! We'll miss you!"

Michael smiled. "I'll survive, I promise."

"Alright then," the medic said. "I better get on the horn to the Captain."

"Okay," Robin said, hopping off of the examination table and taking Michael's hand.

"But... But Daddy will be lonely without us!" Maggie protested over dinner that evening, their last dinner together as a family aboard the Hi'iaka.

"I know," Robin said, her voice full of sympathy, for Michael's plight, and also for Maggie's. "And we'll miss him terribly, too."

"I'll be fine," Michael said. It's only for a few weeks, maybe even less than that."

Maggie sat back with a sad, confused look on her face. But the look suddenly changed to a conspiratorial smile. "I know!" she exclaimed. "I'll stay here with Daddy! I can help him pack, and he won't be so lonely then. You and Charlie can go down tomorrow, and Daddy and I will come a bit later with all our stuff!"

"Well..." Robin said. "What do you think of that idea, Michael?"

Michael could barely contain his actual opinion, which was that this was a wonderful idea. A fantastic idea! "I think that'd be nice," he managed to say in a passably neutral tone. Even still, despite Michael's nonchalance, he noticed his wife give him a particular look out of the corner of her eye.

"You okay with it, Charlie?" Robin asked her son. Charlie shrugged.

"Okay then. You be good Maggie, promise? Promise to help Michael pack? It'll be a lot of work!"

"I promise! I totally promise!"

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For the next chapter in this story, see The Voyage of a Lifetime, Chapter Ten.

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