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Daughter of Seedling – A Seedling Story
By Green Man Walking

My name is Annika and I live on the edge of the ice.

My earliest memories were of ice, deathly cold and glittering.  
Carved by wind and sublimation into spires and towers and great,
sparkling canyons, Seedling's northern glacier cap was thousands
of cubic kilometers of solid water, half an Atlantic ocean my
father told us, coated in a jewel layer of frozen carbon dioxide.
 We lived under it, that vast and glittering fortress, cold and
brilliant.  It seemed to reach into infinity around me, stretch out and
cover everything.  To my child's mind, it was the world.  What
else could there possibly be?

I associated it with smell and sound, the smell of environmental
suits and heating coils and of my father's sweat.  The smell of
the interior of the ice crawler, all ozone and electricity and
dust.  The sound of the garage door, retracting into the red-grey
stone of the cliff, the sound of the wind beating against the
crawler as it howled down through the ice, carving it into a maze
of spires and trenches.  The ice, the crawler, the garage and my
home in the stone behind were what I knew, familiar and
comfortable as my brother or my bed, the soft touch of my stuffed
bunny or my father's hand against my cheek.  In the first clear
memory of my life, the beginning of my story, I was of holding my
brother's hand watching the world bounce around and jostle around 
me.  

We were strapped tight to the platform seat beside my father as he 
worked the steering wheel and levers that drove the crawler, feeling 
the huge and powerful machine grinding the ice to powder, nuclear
fire, hot and magical, burning in it's heart.  My father
whistling as we came down a steep slope, headed for the floor of
a deep canyon.

"Hold on!" my father crowed, enjoying himself, filled with an
adrenaline enthusiasm.  He wore his battered red environmental
suite, though the faceplate was up and the gloves were off.  His
curly blond hair, identical to mine and Shanes' was plastered
against his head with sweat and he was grinning his wide,
beautiful grin.  The landscape was burning with white light, even
through the tinted glass of the crawler's front shield and the
surreal ice shapes seemed to be jumping up and down as we ground
over bumps and lumps and cracks of ice.  Yet, I felt perfectly
safe next to my father.

"Suns and stars," laughed Mamma Jenny, hanging tight to one of
the safety handholds on the other side of my brother,  "Don't
roll us over Stan!"

"It's not that bad," my father said, followed with something
clever about the degree of the slope and how many meters to the
bottom of the canyon.  I didn't understand it, but I knew it was
safe.  My father was driving.  Shane clenched my hand hard.  "I
don't wanna role over!" he squealed, high pitched and anxious.

"Don't worry, said Mamma Rose gently, stroking his hair, "Your
father's never rolled the crawler before.  He's a very safe
driver."

Shane looked over at me, anxious.  I'm not sure why I was the
brave one of us.  Shane, like my father, was a Stephen clone. 
That meant that Shane and Papa Stanley were almost the same
person, built from an identical genetic blueprint that originally
belonged to one of the smartest biologists humanity had ever
produced.  Like his original, Papa Stanley was wickedly smart,
with a head of science and discovery that lent itself well to the
vast geo-engineering project my parent's were undertaking.  If
Stephens were so smart, why was my brother scared of the
crawler's motion?  Didn't he know our father wouldn't let
anything happen to us?

I was an Abby clone and there was something special about Abby. 
She was a woman who had become a star ship.  And then a space
station.  I knew her story, even back then and knew that she was
the reason we were all here.  That I was a copy of her made me
special, but, as a child, I didn't understand why.  It seemed
abstract and strange, not real, like the ice and the ice crawler
and my brother and mothers.  I knew that Abby was Stephen's
genetic daughter, which made me my father's genetic daughter, and
we looked it, our bodies slender, our hair blonde and wavy, our
eyes blue, our cheekbones rounded in a way my father said made
our faces perfect for beautiful smiles.  Of course Shane looked
the same.  Old Earth people wouldn't have been able to tell he
was not my genetic brother, but my father, remade my own age,
raised as my sibling.

Mamma Jenny and Mamma Rose were both "newnomes," cloned from the
lost crew of the Nina.  Mamma Jenny was short and pale and a
little bit stocky.  Her hair was copper, her eyes were blue and
her breasts were large and heavy.  Mamma Rose was slender as a
grain stalk, with olive skin and dark eyes and hair that was
thick and black.  Her genome had a hint of Asia in it, she told
us proudly, and of Arabia.  They would never tell us which of
them had carried me and which had carried Shane.  They'd both
nursed us, both bathed and sang to us and read us stories.

We made it to the canyon floor that night and slept in crawler,
the five of us cuddled up together in the crawler's little bed. 
It wasn't quite big enough for all of us, so I ended up sleeping 
half on top of Mamma Rose.  Mamma Rose and Mamma Jenny took turns
kissing Papa Stanley, as they often did, while I, curled between
Mamma Rose and Shane, took comfort in our mother's warm, naked
skin pressed against mine.  Our mammas giggled and I knew Papa
Stanley's cock had gotten long and hard, like it often did when
they would play with it or suck on it.  I heard Papa Stanley
groan and felt Mamma Rose's arm moving under the blankets,
stroking my father's erection.  Dreamily, I reached over and
fondled Shane's little dick, feeling it get stiff.  I don't
remember when I first had tried that, but we can't have been very
old, as that night in the crawler it felt quite familiar and
normal.  I know it felt good and I felt proud when his little
cock would rise in my mouth like Papa Stanley's did for our
mothers, but that night, young, tired and recently exited as we
were, we didn't have much energy for play.  I remember drifting
to sleep, my brothers cock under my fingertips and my father
rolled on top of Mamma Rose and began to fuck her in the bed next
to me.  It was a happy day.  It was the first solid day I
remember in my life.

*			*			*

In my next solid memory, both our mothers were both pregnant with
our younger siblings, still nursing us.  It was months or
possibly years later.   Shane and I must have been about six
years old (about 4 in old Earth years).  There was a glitter
storm outside, beautiful, but nothing you'd want to be out in,
even in an environmental suit.  My parent's were tracking it's
activity, as sometimes glitter storms could rage for weeks or
even months, trapping us all inside.  There would be no core
samples to take, no ice and soil to analyze, no reports sent back
to the other geologists in Bahama, or up orbiting in the Nina. 
Just weather reports to watch and barometers and wind spinners to
keep an eye on.

All three of our parents were standing together in the control
room, naked, both my mothers heavy and pregnant while Papa
Stanley proudly caressed their bellies.  We very rarely wore
clothes, only if we were going outside.  Or doing some kind of
work you wouldn't want to do naked.  Familiar little green and
yellow lights flickered while red glowing displays counted
digital numbers, or showed measurements of the storm.  I was too
young to understand those things, they were just background parts
of my world.  Blinking patterns I could recognize but not
comprehend.

"When are the babies going to come?" I asked and they all
laughed.  "Soon," said Mamma Rose, "the babies are almost done
growing and will come out to be with us."

"How do they come out?" asked Shane.  Mamma Rose smiled and
crouched down, opening her hairy vagina for us to see, showing
off dark and meaty labia.  Her breasts were small and her pubic
hair was thick and curly, unlike Mamma Jenny, whose pubic hair
was light colored and fine and whose breasts were heavy and pale,
topped with reddish nipples.

"Your sister will come out through my vagina," Mamma Rose said,
"Or she would, except I'm planning to have what's called a
C-section.  The medical bed can get the baby out through my
tummy, and then close me back up without hurting or leaving a
mark.  It's a lot easier then the old way.  Most women use it. 
But our bodies are built for our vagina's to stretch open and
push the babies out into the world."

"That's how the babies got in, too," I said, proud of my
knowledge.  "Papa Stanley put sperm in mammas vaginas with his
cock."

"I know that," said Shane, "But we were made different."

"That's right," said Mamma Jenny, "We made you right here at
home, downstairs in the gene shop where we grow plants and
rabbits and vat meat."

"Are clones better than sperm babies?" Shane asked.  "No!"
laughed Papa Stanley, "Just different!  And we'll love all of you
just the same, whether you're clones or originals."

"We were first though!" I said.  I remember feeling proud and a
little bratty about it.  The adults laughed.  "Yes, you were!"
said Papa Stanley.  "Our special first children."

Later that day, Shane asked if he could put a baby in my vagina
with his cock.  We were playing in the life support bay while
Mamma Jenny worked on replacing a failing air filter.  There was
always lots of work to do on the environmental systems,
especially during a glitter storm when the tornado winds and
flying ice shards would force our home to retract all of it's
usual instruments and extrusions, protectively hiding away in the
solid rock under the ice.  Mamma Jenny had her tool kit out and
taking a whole filter assembly apart, bits and pieces strewn
around her on the cool stone floor.  Shane and I had tried to
pick through them, but she'd scolded us and told us to "look but
don't touch!"  We watched her work for a while, fascinated by the
machine guts and exposed electrical bits, but we soon tired of
that and began playing with my stuffed bunny and Shane's platform
orbital landers, running back and forth, hiding behind the
ventilation ducts and exposed piping.  My bunny was Astronaut
Bunny today and I told Shane and Mamma Jenny that he had met a
fairy princess who was going to turn him into a space ship. 
Shane was throwing pebbles at one of the orbital landers,
pretending it was being hit by asteroids.  He asked me out of the
blue, as children will, if he could put a baby in my pussy and I
nodded, thinking nothing of it.

I remember laying back and spreading my legs as we'd seen our
mothers do for Papa Stanley and Shane got on top of me and pushed
his little hard penis against my vagina.  It hurt.  I shrieked
and pushed him away.  Shane looked at me, confused and concerned
and Mamma Jenny hurried over to check on us.  "What happened?"

Shane turned beat red and stared down at his feet looking
miserable.  Even though the pain was completely gone, for some
reason I had one of those breakdowns small children sometimes
have when an adult arrives.  I threw myself around her bare legs,
pressed my face against her pregnant belly and sobbed "Shane
tried to put a baby in me!"

"Oh honey!" Mamma Jenny laughed and picked me up, holding me
against her full breasts and kissing my face.  "You're OK honey."

"I didn't mean to!" Shane cried, abashed.  Mamma Jenny tucked her
arm under my butt so she could hold me up and put her hand on
Shane's head, pulling him against her so he was hugging her leg."
 "I know Shane," she said, "It's just that you can't just stick
your cock in a pussy unless the pussy is ready for you.  If a
girl or woman isn't ready to have sex, it can really hurt."  I'd
stopped crying and was just sniffling as Mamma Jenny bounced me
on her arm.  Shane still looked distraught.  "Don't worry," Mamma
Jenny told him, "She'll feel better in no time.

*			*			*

More years passed before I would let him try again.  Storms came
and went.  And core samples, and maintenance and expeditions in
the crawler.  I learned that the world was not just ice, that
actually it was a huge place called Seedling, mostly rock thin
sky and breathable cold wind.  I learned that there were 116
human beings on Seedling, most of them living thousands of
kilometers away in Bahama.  There were another 47 people living
in space aboard the O'Niel space station that had been the Nina,
originally a comet, carved into a starship and given the soul of
the woman who was my original.  There were 13 more on two scout
ships (the Pinta and the Santa Maria) that were exploring the
rest of the Epsilon Eridani solar system, which meant that
counting us there were 176 people in the entire solar system.  It
seemed like so many, it was hard to imagine.  There were even 4
people (counting my original) who had died and now had their
brain structures emulated by computer systems aboard the Nina
station.  They had clone bodies to live in, though the clones had
to stay in space, near their computer systems or they would be
out of range of the machinery that drove them remotely.

It all seemed so abstract, like a fairy story or a legend. 
Nothing that could possibly be relevant to us out here on the
ice.  Ayla and Emily, our little sisters were born and our
mamma's were quite busy with the new babies.  Shane and I helped
care for them, and played and did our lessons and listened
without understanding to our parents talk about geo-engineering
and making oceans.

All this time, Shane and I had been playing with each other,
mostly touching or sucking or licking.  After that abortive
attempt in the life support bay, our mammas had taught Shane how
to pleasure me with his tongue, first by demonstrating on me and
then letting Shane practice on them.  Papa Stanley had watching,
stroking his own cock and giving his clone son advice on what to
do, how to use his tongue on their clits.  Not to be outdone by
my brother, I'd also practiced on them.  I remember having Mama
Rose's clit in my mouth, sucking on it, hearing her moan in
pleasure when Mama Jenny told me to make a fist out of my little
hand and push it up inside Mama Rose's vagina, moving it inside
her the way Papa Stanley moved his cock when he was fucking them.
 After that, both Shane and I practiced fisting them while we
licked their clits.  I remember being so proud of myself when I'd
get one of my beautiful mammas to cum on my hand.

Our father also let us play with his cock, both of us taking
turns stroking it in our hands and using our little tongues to
lick it right under the head.  We both tasted his semen (Shane
thought it was gross) and I would smear it over my little pussy,
using it as lube to masturbate with, getting excited by the idea
that if I was old enough it would make a baby inside me.

My favorite times though, were when my brother and I would go off
alone to play with each other.  We would suck and lick and I
would have orgasm after orgasm on my brother's practiced tongue.
I knew when I was ready to have a baby, I wanted it to be his,
even back then when we were so young.  I even knew there would be
no difference between having a baby with Shane and having one
with my father, but it was something about the connection we had.
 We were like twins the two of us, or so it often felt.

Even so, the few times Shane asked to fuck me, I would always
remember the way my little pussy had hurt the first time he'd
tried to stick his dick in there and would stop him.  I told him
I wasn't ready.  We were about 11 years old (7 in old Earth
years) when I finally felt ready again.

We were in our bed, in the family bedroom, which had a big giant
bed for our parents, a smaller one for Shane and I and an even
smaller one (our old one) for our new little sisters.  The little
girls looked like they were asleep and Shane and I were watching
Papa Stanley fuck Mamma Rose while Mamma Jenny lay beside them
and touched herself.  Mamma Jenny was watching us, watching me
suck Shane's little cock, taking it all the way in my mouth and
bobbing my head the way I knew he liked.  Mamma Rose was on her
hands and knees with Papa Stanley behind her, slowly sliding his
cock in and out.  Occasionally, she and Mamma Jenny would kiss
each other.  Shane was slowly stroking my hair.  "Can we please
try again?" he asked me, very sweetly, "Please?"

I looked over and saw my father's balls bouncing, heard the slap
of his belly against Mamma Rose's buttocks and for some reason,
right then, I didn't feel afraid.  "You have to lick me first, to
get me really wet!" I told him, "Vagina's have to be wet."  Shane
liked to eat me out and he immediately complied, as I scooted
toward the pillows and spread my legs to give him access.  Mamma
Jenny was really rubbing her clit hard as she watched us.  Mamma
Rose whispered something to her and they both giggled, then all
three of our parents looked back at us and smiled.  Shane took
two licks of my little pussy and then giggled at me. "You're
already wet!"

"Lick me more!" I demanded, imperiously.  He listened and
immediately set himself to the task.  I must have been soaking
the bed, I felt so wet, knowing what was coming.  It was so
exciting that soon I was cumming, gasping and squealing on my
brother's tongue.  "Now Shane!" I cried as I was orgasming, "Do
it now!"

"Oh my god!" Mama Rose said, excitedly, looking back at us again
over her shoulder, "they're actually going to. . ."

It was the best feeling in the world when Shane's little dick
slid all the way into my wet pussy.  I had had lots of oral sex.
Had thousands of orgasms with my brother and with all three of my
parents.  I could use my fingers to make myself cum in under a
minute and I did so frequently.  I had never felt anything like
having Shane's penis inside me.  I immediately came again,
feeling his boy cock bottom out in me.  It felt like our genitals
were made to fit together, perfectly interlocking.

He began to move in and out, rocking his little body on top of
mine and my whole body was shaking with the intensity of the
experience.  I was hearing a load noise, like moaning in stereo
and I realized it was me and Mamma Jenny, both cumming at the
same time.  I opened my eyes (which had been squeezed tight shut)
and stared at her, meeting her gaze full on.  Her fingers where a
blur in her fuzzy crotch.

Both Papa Stanley and Mamma Rose were also watching us and the
experience must have been too much for Papa Stanley.  I watched
my father's butt clench up and heard him groan passionately as he
emptied his seed into Mamma Rose's dark furry pussy.  He was
looking right at me and Shane, staring at where his little clone
boy was humping away furiously between my legs.

Mamma Rose and Shane were the only ones who hadn't cum yet at
least once.  I felt like I was cumming constantly, like every
move of my brother's cock inside my pussy was setting off another
little scalding orgasm inside me.  I was moaning and panting
constantly as he pounded me.  Mamma Rose pulled up off of our
father's cock and came over to kneel beside our bed.  She started
running her hands over our bodies, breathing heavily, her mouth
partially hanging open.  Mamma Jenny came up behind her, pressing
her big breasts up against Mamma Rose's back, cupping Mamma
Rose's tits, kissing her neck.  Both our mothers were watching us
as our father lay back on our parent's bed, watching us fuck. 
Mamma Jenny's hand ended up down in Mamma Rose's crotch and Mamma
Jenny began to finger fuck Mamma Rose hard and fast.  Her hand
made a wet slapping sound against Mamma Rose's vagina, but both
their gazes were fixed on us.  My eyes were on Mamma Jenny's hand
where it was whipping my father's semen to a froth.  I saw it
foam out around Mamma Jenny's fingers.  Then I looked back at
Shane and into my brother's eyes.  My brother/father I thought. 
How much I loved him.

I came again then, hard.  I felt Shane stiffen up on top me.  I
wished he was old enough to shoot sperm in me.  I felt jealous of
Mamma Rose, having all my father's cum in her pussy like that.  I
could hear her cumming to, staring at us, cumming on Mamma
Jenny's fingers.  Shane ground to a halt on top of me.  "I love
you!" I whispered in his ear.

*			*			*

I don't want to give you the impression that fucking was all my
family did, or even most of it.  The vast majority of what my
parents did was related to building an ocean, which was part of a
larger effort to terraform Seedling and turn it into a world like
old Earth, full of life and where we could breath the air and
stand outside in the warm sunlight.  Shane and I and our sisters
spent a lot of time at our lessons, but also a lot of time
helping our parents with our work, and doing the many things that
were necessary to keep our home running and keep us all alive. 
We had to grow all of our own food and generate all of our own
power.  If things broke, we had to replace them ourselves.  For
the few things we couldn't make ourselves, new agro-drones for
instance, or big parts for the crawler, Papa Stanley or Mamma
Rose would sometimes fly our orbital pod all the way to Bahama or
even up into space to the Nina.  But the orbital pod required
lots of fuel and we had to make that too, by breaking water from
the ice into hydrogen and oxygen.

Even so, Shane and I spent at least a few years fucking every
chance we got.  Sometimes, our parents like to watch us while we
did, especially Mamma Jenny.  Often, we would fuck on our bed in
the middle of the day, after lunch.  Mamma Jenny would lay back
on our parent's bed, her legs spread wide, her large breasts
heaving with her breath, gliding a buzzing vibrator in and out of
her cunt, or pressing it against her clit. She would cum hard,
over and over as she watched my brother/father fuck me in dozens
of different positions.  Sometimes, she would come over and use
the vibrator on my clit while Shane thrust into me, and when we
were finished she would ask us to lick her, or make her cum with
the vibrator.

Sometimes, our little sisters would watch too.  When we were all
a little older (Shane and I around 16, or about 10 in Earth
years), Mamma Jenny started having the little girls pleasure her
while she watched us fuck.  She seemed to revel in it, cumming
hard on their little tongues and fists.  She especially liked
kissing Emily while Ayla, her own daughter, licked and fisted
her.  Something about the little girl licking and fisting the
same pussy that had given birth to her drove Mamma Jenny wild.

Our sisters grew like weeds, both taking after their mothers. 
Emily had dark hair and olive skin like Mamma Rose, but had the
same laughing blue eyes as our father and Shane and I.  Ayla was
a slender thing, with my slight frame and Mamma Jenny's red hair.


The first time Shane squirted cum couldn't have been more that a
year or two after that started, when Shane and I would have been
just on the cusp of adolescence and I had the beginnings of
budding tits and a little bit of pale blond fuzz showing on my
mound.  We were alone, Shane was fucking me in one of the bathing
pools.

Our bath chamber was a carved out cave in the rock and contained
several warm water pools.  The water was melted straight out of
the ice from up above, filtered, heated, and then pumped through
pipes into the cave, where it circulated between the pools we
would splash in.  It then spiraled down a drain and trickled away
to become part of the aquaculture system.  I was  sitting on the
edge of one of the pools, legs spread, moaning as my
father/brother stood in the pool and pumped his cock in my little
girl pussy.  When he groaned and his body stiffened, there was
something different about it and when he pulled out, I saw a
little bit of pearly white liquid drip from the tip of his dick
into the pool.

"Oh my god Shane!" I said, excitedly, "You've started making cum!
 You just squirted it inside me!"  I was excited, because it
meant that soon I could maybe have Shane's baby like I always
wanted.  I didn't foresee that it would lead me to a lesson about
jealousy.  But I suppose that's what childhood is all about:
learning through bumping into things.

*			*			*

"Oh god Shane!" I heard Mamma Jenny moan, "Your sister has taught
you so well."
They were in the agriculture cave, a wide crack in a cliff side
that let the sunlight come in through clear plastiform windows
and shine on our plants.  Mamma Jenny and the little girls had
been planting turnips and beets, while Mamma Rose and Papa
Stanley were out in crawler collecting samples.  I'd come down to
tell Mamma Jenny that Papa Stanley had radioed in and they would
be home in about an hour.  No one in the agriculture cave had
seen me come down the stairs.

There were two small mango trees growing in planters near the
cave entrance, and I ducked behind them and peaked out.  Mamma
Jenny was on a bench, leaning back against an aquaculture tank
and my father/brother was fucking her pussy hard and fast and a
little frantically, something I had never seen them do.  Both the
little girls (not so little any more, they were about 12 Seedling
years old) were sitting on either side of her, watching their big
brother fuck her.  Emily was licking Mamma Jenny's tit, looking
straight down so she could watch Shane's cock plunge in and out
of Mamma Jenny's pussy.  Ayla was clutching her mother's arm and
rubbing away at her own little cunt like her life depended on it.
 Shane was panting as he fucked his boy cock into Mamma Jenny's
pussy, his little ass clenching and tightening as he pounded her
repeatedly.

I bit my lower lip and slunk back into the shadows again.  I felt
turned on by what I was watching, but also lonely and left out
and. . . another feeling I'd never had.  A feeling that my
brother/father was MINE and that Mamma Jenny and my sisters were
trying to steal him from me.

"Now remember when you cum," said Mamma Jenny, "I want you to
pull out and squirt it on Ayla's pussy."  Shane nodded and
continued thrusting away.  Soon, his body was shaking and his
breath was coming in gasps.  Mamma Jenny recognized the signs and
pushed him away.  She moved aside so that he was standing facing
her wildly masturbating daughter and Shane put his hand on his
cock and jerked it once, twice, three times and three little
drips of pearly white cum leaked from the tip and spattered over
Ayla's little twat.  The little girl kept rubbing furiously and
suddenly she was shrieking and cumming hard, rubbing my brother's
cum into herself.  The cum that he'd made for me!  The cum that
was supposed to give ME a baby!  I turned silently and crept back
up stairs.

I wandered the home quietly for a while, feeling sullen and alone
and sorry for myself.  I found myself in the garage, huge and
empty with the crawler out.  It was cold in there, and being
naked, I shivered a little.  It smelled of cold and oil and
machines.  It reminded me of my father.  I had a childish and
impractical fantasy of taking an environmental suit and running
away.  Hiking out across the ice alone, maybe walking thousands
of kilometers across the empty world, all the way to Bahama.

The garage door alarm sounded and I retreated back into the home.
 It dangerous to be in the garage when the crawler was coming in
from the outside.  The temperature would drop even further and
the air would momentarily get thin and full of CO2 as it mixed
with the weak atmosphere outside.  I climbed the ladder to the
garage con room, really just a little balcony with some
communication gear and controls for some of the garage equipment
and a little glass window through which I could watch the crawler
come in.  It trundled in slowly, under my father's practiced
hand, it's bulbous plastiform body like a weird alien slug
suspended between four giant metal treads, it's head bristling
with communications antennas and scientific instruments making it
look even more bug like.

The access ramp lowered and I saw Papa Stanley and Mamma Rose
clump down it in their environmental suits.  They stripped out of
them and stepped into the garage shower, rinsing, quickly rinsing
the sweat and grime off their naked bodies, laughing and
splashing each other.  Mamma Rose was pregnant again, and was
just starting to show.  I'd heard it was a newnome clone, a
little boy.  I saw Papa Stanley caress her belly gently as they
rinsed in the shower and kissed each other.  It made me feel more
lonely, not less.  I sniffled a little.

I was waiting for them when they came through the door, and Papa
Stanley swept me up into a big hug.
"Hello my lovely Annika!" he said with a grin, "How's my lovely
girl?"

I couldn't help myself.  I started bawling like a baby in my
father's strong arms.  My father's hug became tender and suddenly
Mamma Rose was there too and I was pressed between their damp
bodies, still chilled from the cold of the garage.  I felt Mamma
Rose's nipples, stiff with the cold, pressed into my back as her
damp hair tickled across me and she kissed the back of my neck. 
I sobbed harder into my father's shoulder.

They didn't ask me any questions, they just held me between them
for a moment.  I felt the loneliness drain away and I just felt
love and relief.  Then I thought of Shane fucking Mamma Jenny and
the jealousy was back.  I ground my teeth.  My father set me down
in the hallway outside the garage.  "What's wrong sweetheart?" he
asked, concern in his handsome blue eyes.

"Shane was fucking Mamma Jenny," I said, and even to me, my
complaint sounded silly and childish and petulant.  My father and
Mamma Rose had made love to Mamma Jenny countless times over the
years.  I myself had licked her clit and fisted her pussy more
times than I could remember.

Mamma Rose hugged me.  "Oh honey," she said, "she told us she
wanted to as soon as he could make sperm.  I'm not surprised he's
started."

"Is your brother cumming for real now?" asked Papa Stanley, and
when I nodded his eyes twinkled.  "I'm not surprised.  Seems he's
about the right age.  I got my mamma pregnant with your uncle
Andrew when I was only a little older than him."

I'd seem pictures of my father's mother Natalie.  She was a Naomi
clone, strangely, which made my grandmother my own biological
daughter by my father. It also made her his biological daughter,
since the original Naomi had been the daughter of Abby and a
clone of her father Stephen, back while the Nina was underway
through space.  That made my uncle my. . . brother/grandson? 
That probably would have seemed strange and disturbing to old
Earth people.  To me, it wasn't even worth a second thought,
except about the genetics of it all.

There weren't a lot of Naomi/Stephen offspring, since that amount
of inbreeding could cause problems for babies.  My uncle Andrew
though I'd always found good looking, though I'd only ever seen
him in pictures and on the video-com.  He was a flight controller
up on the Nina station.  It occurred to me that I would probably
quite enjoy fucking him, even if having his baby would have been
a bad idea for the health and viability of our offspring.  With
that thought occurring to me, I felt a bit of my jealousy
evaporate.  Being male, my brother could make as much semen as
anyone could ever need.  He could get Mamma Jenny and Ayla and
Emily all pregnant and still give me as many babies as I could
want.

"I wish Mamma Jenny and Ayla had asked me first," I said, a
little petulantly.  Then I had a sudden realization.  "Mamma
Jenny carried Shane, didn't she?"

"It doesn't matter who carried you," Papa Stanley said said
cheerfully, caressing my back as I continued to hug Mamma Rose.

"I know it doesn't matter," I said softly, "But she did, didn't
she?"

"How did you know?" asked Mamma Rose, running her fingers through
my hair.

"Because of the way she treats Ayla," I said, "She always cums
hardest when Ayla is pleasing her.  And because she wanted Shane
to cum on Ayla's pussy.  She wants Shane to get Ayla pregnant
too, doesn't she?"

Mamma Rose chuckled, "She does like the idea of sex with her
children.  And of her children having sex with each other.  I've
always seen family sex as just part of sex.  The way you learn
about sex, and how you  sustain connections inside your own
family.  It's just another enjoyable part of loving your kids and
the people around you.  I've enjoyed playing with you children,
and with Mamma Jenny.  But nothing beats getting fucked by your
dad.  Not for me!" Mamma Rose grinned at my father and he back at
her.  "But Jen, she really gets off on the whole idea.  She
prefers it.  She wants Shane to be the next one to get her
pregnant and she wants Shane to get Ayla pregnant too.  She wants
to watch Shane fuck Ayla the way she's been watching him fuck
you, and she wants to see her and Ayla's kids fucking each other
someday.  She's been talking about it for years."

"Not with me," I said sourly.  "Shane has always been MY special
lover.  I want him to give ME babies."

Mamma Rose stroked my hair.  "I don't think that's going to be a
problem, honey.  Shane loves you very dearly.  Everyone knows
it."

"Mamma Rose," I said quietly, "This means you were the one who
carried me!"

"Yes honey," said Mamma Rose, "But that doesn't matter.  We're
all one family and we all love all of you."

"I know," I said, "I just wanted to thank you."


*			*			*

That night, around a dinner of rabbit stew with zucchini corn
bread, we all discussed what had happened.  Mamma Jenny hugged me
and apologized to me and even told me she would stop fucking
Shane if it was that big of a deal to me.  Shane told me he was
sorry and he loved me, but he also wanted to fuck Mamma Jenny and
to fuck Ayla and Emily when they were ready.  Ayla told him she
thought she was ready NOW and wanted to try tonight.  That stung
a little, but I felt better when Mamma Jenny told Ayla she needed
to be sensitive to my feelings too.  Ayla told me she was sorry
and hugged me, and I hugged her back.  I told everyone it was
fine if we all shared Shane, but I wanted Shane to remember that
I was special and that I wanted to have his babies.  Both Mamma
Jenny and Mamma Rose asked me if I was sure I wanted to have a
baby so soon.  Mamma Rose suggested I wait at least another ten
years.  Ayla butted in and told Mamma Rose that SHE wanted to
have a baby as soon as she could so she and Mamma Jenny could be
pregnant at the same time.  If SHE wasn't going to wait, why
should I have to?

Mamma Rose gave Mamma Jenny a sharp glance, then turned back to
Ayla. "Ayla honey, I KNOW Mamma Jenny has wanted you to have
Shane's babies for a long time because SHE thinks the idea is
exciting.  But it's your body.  Don't make the decision just
because your mamma wants you to."

"I haven't," said Ayla, "I think it would be exciting to be
pregnant at the same time as Mamma Jenny."

Pappa Stanley also looked concerned.  "I think you should think
about it, sweetheart," he told Ayla, "I know your mamma's really
interested in you getting pregnant by your brother, but it needs
to be your decision.  I want to promise me you'll consider what's
best for you before you do anything you can't take back."

"I will," Ayla said.  She had a determined look in her eyes that
told me her mind wasn't going to be changed.

"If Mamma Jenny and Ayla get to have babies with Shane, I want to
to!" I said intensely, "Having a baby is special.  If Shane's
going to do it, I want to be part of it!"

"No one's asked me what I want!" Shane exclaimed from the other
side of the table, "I'm the one who has to fuck all of you if
you're going to have my babies.  Fucking you all sounds like fun,
but maybe I'm not ready to be a daddy to three new babies at the
same time."

"They wouldn't be all at the same time," Mamma Rose said amused,
"Ayla's still too young to have a baby and Annika hasn't started
her periods yet,"  she looked over at me suddenly, "Have you?"

I shook my head.

"So Jen's the only one of you who can get pregnant right now
anyway.  And Shane, you can have a special relationship with the
child, but I'm sure you don't have to be a daddy yet.  You can be
a big brother if you want, like Papa Stanley is to your uncle
Andrew.  My first baby was your uncle Roy, who you've never met,
but I was only 20 when I had him.  My mother and her brother
Todd, who I called Papa Todd raised him."

Shane shrugged.  "I guess that would be OK."  Then he looked at
me.  "I love you Annika.  But is it OK if I try to get Mamma
Jenny pregnant?"

I smiled at him.  "I guess so, yeah.  As long as you don't stop
loving me and fucking me and you give me a baby when I'm ready."

That night, Mamma Rose and Papa Stanley and I slept in the
crawler, giving Mamma Jenny some time with Shane.  We lit fusion
lamps and we watched an old documentary about ancient history on
old Earth.  Half way through it, the crawler's ramp opened and
Emily came in and crawled into bed it us.  No one said anything,
but I was sure that Shane was fucking Mamma Jenny and probably
Ayla and Emily had felt like she didn't really fit in with what
was going on.  Mamma Rose pulled Emily into her lap and cuddled
her while we watched.  No sex happened. Cuddled up next to my
father, I felt strangely peaceful.  My jealousy felt silly, even
if it wasn't entirely gone.  I knew everything would be OK.


*			*			*

In under a year, Mamma Jenny turned up pregnant with Shane's
baby.  I know she stopped fucking my father, because as there was
no genetic difference between him and Shane, there would be no
other way to know that the baby was really Shane's.  Shane still
fucked me, and it felt as good as ever, but Mamma Jenny didn't
watch as much, and I kind of missed it.  Sometimes I would watch
her and Ayla as Shane fucked them together, and it turned me on
enough that I would masturbate to some quite satisfying orgasms,
but it wasn't the same as having Shane's cock all to myself.  I
became a little bit possessive, treasuring those moments when my
brother/father and I could be alone.

I knew he'd started fucking Emily too.  I didn't mind.  I loved
Emily, especially now that I knew her mother had also carried me.
 It wasn't uncommon for the three of us to have threesomes, in
the crawler, in bed, in the bathing chamber.  I found I really
enjoyed it when Shane would stick his cock into me from behind
while I licked and sucked Emily's little pussy.  My breasts were
growing and I started getting a fuzz of light hair around my cunt
and I missed when my pussy was smooth and soft like Emily's was.
Other times, I would watch my brother/father fuck my little
sister while one or the other of them would lick or finger me. 
Or the two of us would take turns sucking our brother's dick
until he came all over our faces.

I also started sucking my father's cock a lot more often. 
Partly, I think, because I loved him and was feeling needy and
partly because I felt sorry that Mamma Jenny wasn't letting him
fuck her anymore and was having most of her sex with Shane and
with her own daughter.  This progressed to an afternoon when I
was in bed with Mamma Rose and Papa Stanley and, on an impulse, I
asked my father to fuck me.

I was about 18 (about 13 in Earth years).  I was sucking my
father's hard penis while he licked Mamma Rose's cunt.  I came up
for air at the same time he did and our eyes met.  They sparkled
at me, blue and handsome, his well trimmed beard wet with Mamma
Rose's cunt juice.  The words spilled out of my mouth, without a
thought.  "Fuck me daddy." I said, staring into his eyes.

The next thing I knew, I was on my back, my father between my
legs, Mamma Rose kneeling beside us, rubbing the head of his dick
against my little, pubescent cunt.  My father pushed against me
and I felt his cock slide into me.  It was only the second cock
I'd ever had in there and while it was technically identical to
my brothers, I could feel that it was bigger as it filled me up.


Mamma Rose lay next to me, kissing my lips as my father fucked
me.  Waves of love and pleasure seemed to rise from my groin. 
What Shane and I did together felt childish and fun.  This felt
adult and full of passion and purpose.  I felt Mamma Rose's hand
between our bodies, playing with my clit.  I felt her lips on my
nipple as my parents worked together to push my body towards
orgasm.  "Yes daddy!" I gasped, over and over, "Oh god yes daddy!
 Fuck me like that daddy!  Feels so good.  Fuck me!  Fuck me
daddy!"

Very soon, I felt my father's cock pulse inside me and fill me up
with his potent cum.  Before he pulled out, Mamma Rose's hand on
my clit, combined with the knowledge that my own father's sperm
was soaking into my womb pushed me over the edge into one of the
strongest orgasms I'd ever had, before or since.

We lay there afterward, cuddling together in a blissful pile when
my new newnome brother Josh woke up and began crying to be fed. 
Mamma Rose lay back and nursed him while my father and I took
turns licking her meaty pussy and sucking on her big clit.  We
made her cum several times before he fell back asleep.  I kept
reaching my hand back the whole time to feel my father's sticky
cum leaking out of me.  It made me feel loved and special and I
came again, on my own fingers, as licked the cunt of the woman
who'd carried me in her womb.

That's why we'll never know if Stephanie is Shane's daughter or
Papa Stanley's.  Since they're genetically identical, it's not
easy at all to tell.

*			*			*

We had a lot of new babies all back to back.  Josh was the
oldest, and the most different looking of us, since his skin was
dark brown and his hair was black and curly.  Clearly, his
original, who'd been an engineer aboard the Nina, had been from
Africa.

Then we had Mamma Jenny's baby by Shane, barely a year later.  My
new brother Tim could have been a boy version of Ayla, with the
same round face and red hair.  I've heard Mamma Jenny say she
can't wait for Tim to be old enough to fuck her.  I think she
hopes she'll still be young enough to have his baby.

My baby, by either Shane or my father, looked just like us with
her golden curls and laughing blue eyes.  Finally, two years
later, Ayla had her first by Shane, a little girl she named
Melissa.  Meanwhile, Mamma Rose had made herself pregnant with
twins, a  clone each of her and Mamma Jenny.

I'm feeling less attached to Shane, now that I'm older.  I'm not
disappointed with how things turned out.  I actually think it's
kind of neat, not knowing if Stephanie is his or dads.  It's a
good thing our parents built the home so large though.  When I'd
been a child, home had seemed so huge, most of it empty.  Now it
was filled with the sound of children.  Babies learning to crawl.
 Toddlers getting under foot.

All the births came with very appropriate timing.  Shortly after
Melissa was born, our family gave birth to a river.

Other projects around the world had been warming up the
atmosphere, changing it and thickening it.  We couldn't breath it
yet, still too much CO2.  But we had bacteria and even some bugs
that could live outside now.  The climate, even at the equator,
was still harsh but in the summer, it could warm up enough for
liquid water to exist.  Using giant orbital mirrors designed by
my father and controlled from the Nina, our parents were melting
a giant chunk of glacier and sending the water poring south.  It
was spilling into a crater basin my father had named the
Mediterranean Sea.  Now, someday, it would be a proper sea.  We
even had genetically modified fish that might be able to live in
it and eat algae.

I've become very close with Emily recently.  We've started
sharing a bed and have both been studying hydrology and there
could be a lot of work to do around the lake that's becoming our
new sea.  We've been talking about building a new home out there,
on the future sea shore.  Having a boat instead of a crawler,
developing outdoor aquaculture and bioengineering wetlands.  We
could take Stephanie and live there.  We could give birth to sons
to give us more children, either newnomes or Stephen
clones like Shane and father.  Emily's even said maybe she'll
have Shane get her pregnant before she goes.

All three of our parents are encouraging us.  With the atmosphere
getting thick enough to support airplanes,  they would be only a
few hours flight away.  I don't know yet what I'll choose to do,
but I do know that in my lifetime I will help to make Seedling
bloom and come alive.

Or maybe I just feel more romantic about the idea while I'm
feeling my little sister licking away at my pussy.  Her little
tits have grown to be beautiful handfuls and her pussy is now
covered in the most luxurious dark pubic hair like her mother's.
I lay back in my bed watching her busy tongue lap away at my clit
and think about the future.  I realize that I love life.  I am so
lucky and privileged to have the one I do.