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Letters From Home - A Seedling Story By Green Man Walking


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Author's note: At this point in the series, the Nina has been
rebuilt into an O'Niel Cylinder.  These are VERY cool theoretical
space habitats that we might have the ability to build right now
if the world were willing to invest the resources it would take.
You can learn more about them at
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O%27Neill_cylinder.

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"Control to Mom," the voice called, echoing out of concealed
speakers scattered around the observatory, so that it seemed to
be coming from everywhere around me at once.  I was floating
naked, lost in the depths of space, staring intently at the vast,
empty background of stars, focused on the green and grey colored
disk that was our destination.  I wanted to ignore the voice,
stay lost in the star scape a bit longer.  I'd spent days here,
weeks, months even, drifting in the dark, weightless bubble near
the nose of the Santa Maria, watching it grow like a pregnant
belly.  We called it Watcher, a name the crew of the starship
Nina had given it, before I was born.  But I was thinking of it
like a woman.  My mother perhaps, a woman who shared my exact
genetic makeup, the genome of Abby, our Nana Nina.  I remembered
being about six, watching her belly swell with my younger sister
Arina, also an Abby clone.  The slowly growing disk of Watcher
felt motherly to me.  Safe.  Welcoming.  A haven after a long and
empty journey, calling our little craft home to it.

I wanted to ignore the voice, but I didn't.  It was my job not
to.  I was the oldest aboard, a little over 40 Earth years.  And
I was the captain.

I pushed off the reinforced, transparent aluminum bowl of the
observatory's bubble and dove through the air until my hands were
able to bring me to a gentle stop near the terminal by the door.
I was alone in the observatory  and the irised doorway that led
back into the far less scenic innards of our home was shut,
locking out the too small world of metal and plastic that we'd
been living in for years.  The Santa Maria was a scout ship,
small compared to the Nina that had carried my ancestors to this
star system, but huge compared to me.  Built to carry a
compliment of 80 crew on exploration missions around the Epsilon
Eridani system, my crew and I were a mere 7.  5 adults, two
children.  The Santa Maria felt empty, almost lonely, even while
being comfortable and small and familiar.  The observatory, felt
free and as large as the vast twinkling space beyond the bowl.

I sighed and keyed on the com.  "Go ahead Eric," I said.  The
face of my son filled the screen, surrounded by the blinking
lights and control surfaces of the Santa Maria's command center.
He was alone, though the command center was built for five,
strapped into the pilot's chair, where he could most easily act
to take manual control of the ship, should an automated system
fail, or something else go wrong.  Such a thing had never
happened to us though.  Solo shifts were the norm and yes, they
were long and boring.  So I wasn't surprised to see that Eric had
clearly just been masturbating.  His cock was semi-hard and
sticky and semen was spilled across his belly, slowly drying.

Yes, citizens of Earth from whence we'd came might have found it
strange that a young man would video com his mother after jerking
off without even bothering to hide his cock or clean himself.  I
thought nothing of it.  After all, the first time cum had spilled
from that dick, it had been my fingers stroking it, milking it
out and my tongue that had licked it off of his body.

Eric smiled at me.  "We got mail from Aunt Arina.  I thought
you'd want to know."

I shook my head at my son.  "It must have been interesting, you
made yourself cum while reading it.  Did they send pictures?"

Eric smiled.  "Better.  They sent hiQ video.  And a big album of
pictures.  Nana Nina must have decided that was worth burning our
bandwidth.  The transmission monopolized two days of com time."

"And you watched it without me?  And without Sara?"  At least he
had the grace to look chagrinned.  "Sara can't come out of the
habitation drum for more than ten minutes a day, you know that.
And I'm on pilot for the next four hours.  And I only watched the
first ten minutes or so."  I put on my best cross mom face.
"You're going to have to watch it again now."


*        *        *

Ten minutes later, I was in the comfortable .2G of the habitation
drum, the shielded spinning cylinder that dominated most of the
Santa Maria's midsection.  It was the purpose of the drum to be
that part of the ship where one would stick to the floors, where
centrifugal force would provide and illusion of gravity and hold
objects and bodies in a convincing illusion of down.  Here, I was
as heavy as I would ever be aboard the ship, about 51 pounds,
give or take.  Still, it wasn't quite enough to accommodate my
daughter's needs.  The drum hadn't been designed for pregnant
women.

Sara was about seven months along, her soft belly swollen with
the little boy Eric, her half brother had made inside her.  The
microgravity could have dangerous effects on fetuses in utero,
everything from bones and muscles failing to develop properly to
problems with digestion and the inner ear.  All documented and
well known.  The Santa Maria's designers, used to old Earth's
morals and customs, hadn't expected pregnant women aboard a short
range exploration ship.  Fortunately, we had.

Sara spent hours everyday inside a gelbath that had a lot in
common with the petri-vats that were sometimes used to grow clone
bodies.  She lay in the warm nano gel, keeping a bio-tempona
inserted into her vagina that used low frequency soundwaves and
vibrations to encourage the baby's development and strands of
nano extended from it through her cervix and up into her womb,
tricking and guiding the developing cells to grow like they were
in normal gravity.  While the vibrations of the tempona were
reportedly quite pleasant, I knew it was dull and encouraged the
crew to keep her company and think of things for her to do
everyday.  Even so, Sara spent most of her time floating in the
gelbath alone, watching entertainment vids and playing games with
the Santa Maria's computer.  I can't imagine it's easy for a
fifteen year old girl to spend her days that way, but she took it
in very good spirits and was generally quite excited about the
idea of carrying her nephew/son and being the first woman to give
birth in orbit of Watcher.

I was sitting beside the gelbath holding my daughter's hand as
she smiled at me.  Sara had the sparkling blue eyes and wavy
blond hair I shared with every other Abby clone in the system.
She'd gotten it from me, her father Alan was a newnome with red
hair and freckles.  "I'm OK mom, really," she was saying, "but
seriously, remind me not to get pregnant in deep space again.
After two more months of this, I'm going to want to never see one
of these gelbaths again."

"I can't blame you love," I told her, "I don't know how you can
possibly do it."

"I'm just stuck in here," she said, "It's not really so awful.
Just boring, all the time."

"Well, I might have something that might help," I told her.


*        *        *

  "Hi Andrea, Eric and Sara!" said the woman who had my face, "We
wanted to wish you a big hello. It's Sandie's sixteenth birthday,
and we're having a picnic on the beach!"
  The beach, in this case, was a stretch of grass and sand that
bordered a crystal blue lake in one of the wilder places aboard
 the Nina O'Neil station.

The Nina was, without a doubt the nicest place to live in the
Epsilon Eridani system.  While the intrepid settlers on the
surface of Seedling were working their genitals off to build a
living, green world, the Nina already was one, three great
plates, each 8 miles long and three wide, pointing it's open end
toward the sun to receive life giving light.  Each plate was
miles of farms and lakes and parkland, with buildings and houses
scattered around.  It could probably house of close to ten thousand
people quite comfortably, with room to spare, while the number of 
human beings in the whole solar system could currently fit in 
one of it's larger buildings.  Like our Santa Maria, it was mostly 
empty.  There might be no one but my sister's family group 
within a mile.

And my sister had quite a family group.  Five years younger than
me, Arina had born more than twice as many children and her
slightly fuller figure and saggier breasts attested to it.  But
I'm not saying my sister looked bad, in fact quite the opposite.
Her curves and hips accentuated her womanhood and she kept her
pubic hair shaved in a little blond heart shape above her mound.
The camera bot was focused on her smiling face as she and one of
her male lovers Andrew stood flanking her second oldest child.
 Andrew was natural family, a second generation of our mixed up,
inbred genes, with at least one Abby in his immediate ancestry.
He was older, about 55, and had been a bit of a father or uncle
figure to us growing up.  In fact, he'd been the first one to
fuck me, when I was about 12.  He was aging well and seeing him
standing naked on the grass with my sister and niece made me
smile.

Sandie, Andrew's daughter with my sister had gotten what people
called the Naomi genes and ended up with brown hair and brown
eyes.  She was standing naked between her parents, curvy and
voluptuous, with that natural, raw beauty that often seems a part
of a teenaged girl.  She was grinning at the camera bot and
waved.  "Hi Aunty Andrea!  It's my birthday!  I hope you're
having fun exploring the solar system.  Wish you and Sara and
Eric were here.  Tell Sara congratulations on getting pregnant
before I did.  I'm going to spend today trying to catch up!"

The camera bot panned around the beach, showing the rest of
Arina's children.  Her two youngest, Megan 8 and Kyle 10 were
splashing naked in the water.  Their father, Ben, 22, was sitting
on the beach, watching them play.  He was a newnome, and our
younger brother, the only child of our mother that wasn't a clone
of herself, so in a sense he was the children's father/uncle.
With a big grin on his face, he turned back and waved at the
camera bot.

My sister's oldest boy Scott was also Andrew's child.  He was
almost 19 and was cuddling on a blanket in the grass with a
slightly pregnant looking newnome woman in her mid 20s.  They
also waved at the camera bot and I vaguely recognized her as
Ellen, or someone grown from the same asian genetics donor as the
Ellen I knew.  I thought there was one more in the Nina
population.  Marissa maybe?  Her hair was long and black and her
dark almond eyes accentuated a face that was pretty and exotic.

The camera bot panned back across the grass, toward a landing lot
where one of the Nina's stubby white skycars sat, parked.  Two
people were walking toward the beach party from it, carrying a
plastic yellow canoe.  In front, was my sister's 12 year old
daughter Jasmine, a slender girl with natural straight copper
hair and blue eyes.  Jasmine's hips had really filled out, the
beginnings of tits were blooming on her chest and a charming
patch of red curls had sprouted on her snatch.  She'd been bald
there the last time I'd seen her and I grinned to see my niece
growing up so well.  The other person carrying the canoe was her
father Alan, the same Alan who'd fathered my daughter Sara.  That
made Sara Jasmine's half sister, but genetically they could be
considered full sisters since Arina and I were genetically
identical.

"Jasmine!" My sister called, "Say high to aunt Andrea!"

My niece waved at the camera.  "Hi aunt Andrea!  Hi Sara!  I hear
I'm going to be an aunt soon.  I hope the baby is doing ok!
Congratulations to you and Eric!"

Sara squeezed my hand.  "Jasmine's so pretty.  I wish I'd gotten
her hair."

"Your hair is fine sweetheart," I said soothingly, scritching my
fingers through my pregnant daughter's golden curls.  Her swelling
breasts heaved in the gelbath as she arched her back and sighed
at my touch.  Then she opened her eyes wide.  "Oh look mom!"

On the video, sixteen year old Sandie was laying back on an
orange inflatable raft of the sort people float around on on the
lake while they watch their kids swimming and splashing.  The
raft was pulled up on the beach near the water and my sister, the
girl's mother, was laid out face down on the sand licking her
daughter's cunt.  Sandie was whimpering a little, clearly
enjoying the tongue lashing on her young pussy.  Her father was
sitting crosslegged on the sand beside her, stroking his
hardening cock.  He looked up at the camera and grinned.  "Sara,
like Sandie said, she wants to get caught up with you and try to
get pregnant on her birthday.  Here's her mom, getting her nice
and ready."

The view zoomed in on my sister's tongue, stroking long, easy
trails from my daughter's pussy hole up to her clit.  Arina
brought one of her fingers up and pushed it into my sixteen year
old niece's pussy, beginning to finger fuck her daughter as the
camera recorded the pleasant and incestuous act in glistening
pink detail.  There was some commotion as Sandie adjusted on the
raft and the view zoomed back out to where the girl was now
stroking her father's erection, servicing him the way her mother
was servicing her.

Andrew's thick cock looked big and beautiful in his little inbred
daughter's hand as she jerked him off.  Andrew bit his lip as she
stroked her hand up and down his dick, then turned his gaze back
on the camera bot.  "Of course, I'm not going to be the one to do
it.  Nana Nina thinks we're both a little too inbred to have a
good outcome, her getting pregnant from me.  But she sure knows
how to make me feel good."

"I've been practicing for a long time daddy," Sandie murmured.
She was pumping her hips up to meet her mother's probing fingers
and busy tongue.  She twisted her upper body and stretched over
to take her father into her mouth, bobbing her head on his cock.
Andrew groaned as his daughter pleasured him, running his fingers
through her golden curls.  She sucked him for a little while,
then pulled her head back, jerking her hand on his saliva soaked
prick.  "I feel ready mom," she said, looking back down at her
mother.  "OK honey," Arina said, moving her head back while
continuing to move her fingers inside her daughter, "who do you
want first?"

The other family members had gathered around to watch the
father/mother/daughter threesome happening on the beach.  Ben and
Scott and the pregnant woman whom I decided was a little too
young to be Ellen.  She was sucking Scott's dick, but her eyes
were rolled up so she could watch the girl performing oral sex on
her father.  Sandie mumbled something the camera didn't quite
pick up and Arina grinned.  "Kyle," she called loudly toward the
water, "Kyle come up here please."

Followed by his little sister, Sandie's ten year old half brother
came trotting up from the shoreline where the pair had been
building sand castles.  Like all children raised in the Epsilon
Eridani system, Kyle thought of sex as something so normal that
he was pretty indifferent too it when it was happening around
him.  "What mom?"  he asked.  "Sandie wants you to go first.
C'mere."  Arina beckoned him over and without saying another
word, took her ten year old son's soft, hairless dick into her
mouth.  She sucked him gently for a few seconds, then mumbled
something at him and gestured toward the camera bot.  He grinned
at us impishly and announced, "I'm going to try to get my sister
pregnant!  I might still be too little.  We'll see."  His mom,
still sucking him, gave him a thumbs up while the other adults
chuckled.  She bobbed her head on him a few more times then
pulled back, revealing a now hard small cock about four inches
long and impressively thick for his age.  I remembered that his
dad Ben had been thick at that age to and smiled.

As I watched this, I'd become very wet.  No wonder Eric had made
himself cum after only a few minutes of this.  I looked over at
my daughter and saw that Sara's hand was toying with her clit,
making ripples in the light blue gel above where the tempona's
control cable disappeared into her pregnant pussy.  I squeezed
her hand and began to tease my own clit as well as we watched the
action together.  She gave me a sultry grin before turning her
eyes back to the show.

On the vid, Kyle had taken his mother's place between his
sister's legs and slid his little preteen prick up into his
sister.  Sandie had flipped over onto her stomach so that she
could suck her father better and she moaned around the older
man's prick as Kyle's cock penetrated into her.  She'd been so wet
from the licking and fingering that Kyle's dick slid right into
her in one stroke and the little boy began humping it in and out.
 My sister, who was approvingly watching her kids fuck and openly
toying with her own clit looked over at the camera bot.  "He
doesn't really squirt much yet, so it probably won't be him.  But
he's old enough and half newnome so it makes sense to give him a
shot."

She looked over at the blanket spread on the grass near by where
the pregnant woman now had Ben's dick in one hand and Scotts in
the other.  "Keep them hard Marissa," she called, "but don't let
Ben come yet.  He's next."

It was about then that Jasmine and Andrew walked back into the
scene.

"I thought we were going to play in the water and make burgers
first," Jasmine said, looking a little annoyed.  Arina shrugged
at her daughter.  "Talk to your sister, she didn't want to wait.
Alan laughed.  His dick was hardening quickly.  "That sounds like
her," he said.  He reached over and began to fondle Jasmine's
budding breasts.

I glanced over at Sara.  Her eyes were focused on her father's
hardening cock and her hand was moving faster on her little
pregnant pussy.  I smiled and turned back to the vid.

Just about then Andrew let out a loud groan and started pumping
his cock urgently in his daughter's mouth.  Sandie's cheeks
hollowed as she sucked harder on her father's tool and we saw her
swallow as he emptied his balls down her throat.  There were
chuckles and applause from around the gathered circle as he
pulled his dripping cock away from his daughter's lips and sat
down on the beach, red faced and breathing hard.  Arina came over
and kissed him, then kissed Sandie, clearly trying to dig her
older lover's cum out of her daughter's mouth.  This seemed to
set Kyle off and he pushed hard into his half sister as his young
body was rocked by what was clearly a powerful orgasm.  "Thanks
Kyle," Sandie said, smiling up at her little brother, "I think I
actually felt you squirt some that time!"

Kyle beamed at Sandie.  Then his little sister, who'd been
standing around looking bored tugged on his hand.  "C'mon Kyle,
let's go finish our sand castle!" she pleaded.  Without another
word, both kids were off, racing back down to the waterline while
the adults chuckled indulgently.

Sandie rolled back over, so she was on her back with her legs
spread wide and Ben got up from beside Marissa and took his son's
place.  My newnome brother rubbed his much bigger cock up and
down my niece's wet pussy a few times and then pushed into her.
Sandie bit her lip and moaned.

Meanwhile, the action had heated up among the other's as well.
Marissa had rolled onto her side, facing the raft so she could
watch the fucking taking place and Scott was spooning her,
fucking her from behind while he also watched.  Meanwhile little
twelve year old Jasmine was on her knees in the sand sucking her
father's cock and my sister was sitting next to Andrew on the sand,
legs spread and finger fucking herself while Andrew kissed her
and played with her nipples.

Beside me, Sara let out a loud scream as my pregnant daughter
came hard against her own rubbing fingers.  Ripples spread
through the gel as her breasts heaved and her breath came in deep
pants.  She dropped back in the tub, her face relaxed in post
orgasmic bliss.  I smiled at her and continued my own rubbing.

On the vid, Ben had apparently cum inside Sandie and pulled out
and the camera was zoomed in on her pussy, red and gaping and
oozing cum.  Her hand was toying with her clit and smearing the
cum around her pussy lips.

Arina's voice came suddenly from off camera.  "Alan, don't you
dare cum in your daughter's mouth.  That sperm belongs in
Sandie's pussy."  The camera zoomed back a little from Sandie and
showed Alan pulling away from his daughter and falling to his
knees in the sand between Sandie's spread legs.  Sandie was still
rubbing her clit and Alan was fisting his cock as it's hard,
purple head approached the girl's spread slit.  He continued
jerking it, just barely managing to get the head in before he let
out an intense grunt and spurted his own sperm into Sandie to
join Ben's.  This seemed to trigger Sandie's orgasm as, still
rubbing her clit hard, she let out a high pitched shriek and
began thrashing her body about on the raft.

I'd been holding myself back and decided that this was it.  I
attacked my pussy, timing my rubbing to match my niece's frantic
hand motions on the vid.  My orgasm crashed over me at the same
time my niece brought herself off, with at least two men's sperm
and hopefully some from her little brother soaking into her
young, fertile womb.

*        *        *

The rest of the vid was the family making burgers, swimming,
canoeing and otherwise enjoying the day at the lake.  There was a
brief shot of Alan giving Sandie a real fuck, but I think her
poor little teen pussy was a little sore because she had him pull
out and then almost finished him with her mouth before having him
jerk off onto her pussy again so she could scoop his cum up with
her fingers and push it inside herself.  Then there was some more
footage of all the women sucking Ben and then Jasmine and Arina
jerking him off onto Sandie's pussy so she could do the same
thing with his hot semen.

Then there was more swimming, open presents, sand castles and
canoeing.  I sat and kept Sara company while we watched the rest.
 I missed the rest of my family, back home on the Nina, but what
a wonderful gift they had sent us.  I was glad Nana Nina had
decided it was worth it to burn the bandwidth.

To be cont. in part II