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Subject: Journal Entry 031 / 0477 [ Rainy Day ]
Date: 5 Mar 1996 13:18:36 GMT
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Elenya, Nenim 6, 0477
I felt a soft, furry cheek against mine, and woke to the
familiar sensation of P'nyssa's lips against mine. "Hi," I said in
a soft croak.
"Hello," she said, quietly. "How are you feeling?"
I stretched and felt the limits of my just-awakened body assert
themselves. "I feel like I just woke up," I said quietly.
Somewhere in the back of my head I heard a sound, like water
running in the sink. It suddenly dawned on me that P'raine was in
the bathroom. "P'nyssa... about last night."
"Hmm?" She said, sliding off the edge of the bed and opening
the blinds.
"I can't."
"Can't what?" she asked.
"I can't sleep with P'raine."
"Why not?" she asked, genuine emotion in her voice.
"P'nyssa, we are talking about the girl whose diapers I
changed. We are talking about the girl who first called me 'Vava.'
We are talking about P'raine, who cried in my arms at her sixth
birthday because no boys showed up. We are talking about our
daughter, for Set's sake. Not my adoptive daughter, not my foster
daughter, but yours and my child. We're talking about P'raine."
"We're also talking about the child who cried in your arms when
her brother hit her; Her brother, your son, who you had no
objection to last night."
"That was last night; that was after the fact, anyway."
"You still didn't have any objections to it."
"Just because I didn't say..."
"Ken, you are talking to a telepath. Not to mention your lover
of the past couple hundred years. I know you.
"You know what your problem is?" she continued. "Your problem
is that after Osiris knows how long, you still think of women as
people you get something from. See, I know how you think."
"Oh, you do, do you?"
"Yes. Look, every time you get into bed with some new woman,
you think of it as a victory. A lot of men I've met have got that
mentality; your particular problem is that you know you no longer
need to prove yourself; you just like lovemaking. But you still
feel guilty about it because you think you wrest something from
women. With men, it's different, because, particular kinks aside,
you know you're thinking alike. Women, you can't be sure about.
Well trust me; I fuck you because I like it, and I like you, and
there's no two ways about it. Besides," she said, smiling, "you're
good."
I grimaced. "She's still my daughter."
"And around here, according to the way you live, getting into
bed and making someone feel good is the way you show someone you
like them, especially if you love them."
"She can send me card."
P'nyssa sighed, exasperated. "It's not going to work that way.
Ken, you are going to get out of bed, go into the shower, and the
three of us are going to get clean, then get dirty, then get clean
again." She walked around the edge of the bed and grabbed my arm,
tugging me along.
"Come on," she said. I shook my head, but she tugged, and
finally I relented. If this is what they wanted, I guess. She
dragged me into the bathroom, threw open the shower stall. There
was a squeal from inside, and a second as I was unceremoniously
thrown in with P'raine.
"Hi, kiddo," I said.
"Daddy!" she squealed again, wrapping her tens around me
tightly. "I'm so glad you came in. Mom!" she said again, reaching
out with her nearer ten and dragging P'nyssa into the party. She
giggled brightly.
"P'raine," I said, "How old are you? Your old man seems to
have forgotten."
"I'm two hundred twelve, Dad, and you know it. You send me a
card every year, no matter where in the universe I am."
"You mean Dave tells me he's sent you card."
"Is that how it works? I wondered where you found the time for
all that writing." She laughed again. She turned and grabbed a
handful of the liquid soap we use (with a furry in the household,
you think I could use bar soap?) and proceeded to rub it all into
my chest. "Do me," she said. I responded cautiously, taking the
soap and carefully scratching it under her fur, trying to clean her
pelt. I felt very self-conscious, avoiding her breasts as I rubbed
the soap along her sides and belly. I felt P'nyssa's hands rubbing
my back. "Daddy," P'raine said, "get all of me clean." I shrugged
my shoulders in the thick steam and rubbed the soap into her
breasts. It felt wonderful, and I was definitely beginning to lose
my inhibitions as my thumbs circled and caressed her nipples.
Gods, P'raine, you are as beautiful as your mother. I realized
that I wanted her. I also thought I would feel guilty as Hell
about it if I did.
She turned around I rubbed her back, my hands caressing and
massaging the thick soap against her butt, her thighs. I kneeled
on the floor of the shower and rubbed it into her thighs. I could
feel P'nyssa leaning over me, apparently doing P'raine's hair, the
longer, darker (harder to clean) strands of fur that streamed out
from the top of her head. I smiled and rubbed the sweet-smelling
soap in between my daughters toes, working my way up. I figured
that P'raine was at least as fastidious as her mother, and this was
as good time as any to find out if all three of us were in
agreement; with a good lather on my hands I ran my fingers through
Rainy's cunt, getting first between the majora, then the minora
labia, thoroughly cleaning her and finally running up the crack of
her ass. She giggled, but was otherwise cool about my hand, so I
guess I did the right thing.
I stood up and put my arms around P'raine, hugging her. "I
love you, kiddo," I said.
"I love you too, Dad." I smiled and kissed her neck warmly.
She leaned her head against me. "Hey," she said, "let's do Mom."
I laughed in agreement and the two of us teamed up to clean
P'nyssa, washing her. This time P'raine got to wash P'nyssa's
cunt. P'nyssa sat down for that, and I couldn't help but laugh at
the look of intense concentration Rainy gave her job.
We got out and dried off, thick towels absorbing most of the
water out of our respective furs and skin. I brushed back what
remained of my hair, and the three of us dressed. Dave still had
some clothes left over from when Rainy was living with us, but
P'raine complained that they were, and I quote, "so out of style,"
that she called her own local AI and had some of her own clothes
sent over. Personally I couldn't see the difference between the
ones she sent for and the ones Dave had offered, but then I haven't
really changed the style of clothing I wear in several centuries.
Why bother? I guess that's why P'nyssa always pick my clothes out
for me when we go public.
We went upstairs and had breakfast, steak and eggs. P'nyssa
excused herself by saying "Work, good-bye you two," and disappeared
out the door, leaving me alone with my daughter.
"So," I said, "How is my favorite daughter?"
"Your only daughter, Uncle Rael notwithstanding," she chided.
"Okay, my only daughter."
Between bites of toast she said, with her mouth full, "Mom said
you might be uncomfortable with me. How come?"
I shrugged. "I dunno. Think about how I was raised."
"How were you raised?" she asked.
"On Earth. Son of a rather insular, powerful family. Knew too
much by the time I was twelve, too little by the time I was
fourteen. You know how Earth was back then."
She nodded. "I took a class in Terran history, especially the
part you grew up in."
"That seems to be a particularly popular class with people who
are trying to figure me out. And it seems to me that you're in a
particularly privileged position to try. Are you?"
"Am I what?" she said, again with her mouth full.
"Going to write about figuring me out?"
"Nope."
"Good."
There was silence for a while, and she said "I love you,
Daddy."
"Rainy, I love you too. I always have, and Gods willing, I
always will."
"Do you love me more than Richard, or less?"
"That's a mean question. I thought children eventually outgrew
it."
"I still want to hear your answer."
"How about, I love you two different."
She nodded. "I expected that answer." She seemed genuinely
pleased with the conversation, although it was making me most
uncomfortable. She looked out the window and said, "Can we do
something together?"
"Like?"
"Oh, I don't know. Play a game, cards, chess. Go
motorcycling."
"You ride a motorcycle?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah. A real 'Icehog.'" I looked at her stunned.
"How big?" I asked.
"800 cc."
I stared at her dumbfounded. "P'raine, if it falls over, how
will you ever stand it up?" I asked.
"With help," she said. I laughed.
"Okay, we'll go riding. I'll even take lunch." She smiled.
- - -
We packed lunch for two and planned a route that would take us
out of the way of most villages, although eventually it would take
us straight through the town of Rocchodain. We descended down from
the Castle and walked along the pathway away from the lagoon
towards the rim of the crater and the long dark tunnel towards the
motorpool. There we found her Harley and, compared to hers, my
toy. I whistled in appreciation at this thing she rode. It must
have weighed nearly four hundred kilos, and was in tip top shape.
"You must have replaced most of the parts with hullmetal
equivalents over the years," I said.
"Hard to get around that," she said. "Parts wear out. The
worst part is trying to find new gasket rings and insulation, but I
found a guy near the Arc who keeps track of parts for people with
Icehogs and makes equivalents." I nodded.
"How does it ride with the pollution-controls?" I asked.
"Depends. If it's throttled too high, the PC will
overcompensate and create a vacuum. Have to be careful the engine
doesn't get away from you. Trying to throttle down too fast and it
tends to stall. PC throttles down on its own way too quick. And
releasing the clutch when that happens is a complete disaster.
Right now, though, I've got it tuned right, I think." She smiled.
"Let's go." She kicked her bike to life in two kicks, while my
Pendor-made Jialani whirred up on it's own. She made a lot of
noise; the Jialani whirred. She roared out of the motorpool. One
thing I like about Jialani's, though, is traction and acceleration.
I shot out like a bullet, thankful for the plasform backwall of the
bike's seat that held me in place and shoved me along. We were
soon riding side by side, and she smiled at me. I smiled back.
We roared along the 'March, the longest single road on all
Pendor, for about an hour, each of us speeding up until we were
well over 160kph, roaring down the highway. She looked wonderful
in her black leather jacket with the streamers of loose leather
flowing behind her, a good feminine biker's jacket, I suppose. We
headed for the mountainside that we had agreed upon as our lunch
site, and when we reached the place where our path left the road,
I went first. Jialani's aren't motorcycles, not really. They've
got two wheels, but they've also got a lot of gravitics. I went up
the mountain at full speed, heedless of the trees as the autododge
routines routed me around them and over logs and boulders in my
way.
P'raine made her own way up the path, carefully powering her
Harley around the trees and picking her way up to me. By the
time she got there I had the picnic blanket laid out and the food
ready. She shut down the engine, took out the key and said,
"Wimp."
"Oh, come on," I said. "You ride that thing only because it
makes a great vibrator." I do NOT believe I just said that to my
own daughter.
She smiled and replied "Why else do women own motorcycles?"
I laughed. She joined me.
From where we were we had a magnificent view of the forest and
mountains towards the west. There was still snow capped on some.
One of the reasons I like this site is that it's one of the few
places where you can actually see the curvature of the ring, if you
look hard enough. The air is crisp and clear, bracing, and the
cragged range extends for hundreds of klicks. It's beautiful. She
leaned over and kissed me, then took off her jacket. She was naked
under it, and her breasts, which were larger than P'nyssa's, swayed
in their freedom. I reached out impulsively and stroked one. She
cooed softly and said, "Lunch, first?"
I agreed, and handed her an egg salad. She bit into it with
real hunger and I watched her down it quickly, washing it down with
ale. "Hungry, aren't you?"
"For all sorts of things."
I laughed. "Do you realize, Rainy, that of all the bad habits
your mother and I tried to rid from you, you still have one of the
worst?"
"I still talk with my mouth full, right?"
"Right."
She shrugged. "I've tried to break myself of it, too. Its
just that I seem to need to say things when I'm eating."
"Seems to me you could use telepathy."
"That's Mom's skill. That and her specialties. I ended up
being nothing."
"Oh come on, Rainy. That's not true. According to my sources,
your one of the best damn PAS in the business."
"I know. But that doesn't help me, Dad, when I know that I'm a
minority among my kind. Do you realize that only a very small
minority of Tindals have no psi at all? And that, percentage-wise,
they have the highest suicide rate on all Pendor?"
I nodded. These were all sad numbers to me. "But, Rainy, that
doesn't mean you have to get upset over it."
"Why not?" she asked, calmly. Her emotion was more intense
discussing her bike.
"Because you're still useful, sweetheart. And you don't have
to be useful to be of value. Look at me."
"Ha ha. Very funny."
"No, I'm serious. Look at you. Independent scout, powered
armor expert. Little Rainy, the warrior, while your brother lolls
about."
"Richard does not loll about."
"Okay, Richard does more than his fair share of work. In the
hands of an inspired architect, Richard and his partner- " I
searched for the name.
"Mikhail."
"Right, Mikhail. They do incredible work. I just saw the
restored Temple at Parnassas. Awesome. But you put your life on
the line. You spend time on other worlds. While I, I do loll
about. I haven't done anything new in a couple of centuries. No
new species. No new projects."
"What about that new one?"
"What? The Nimer? Just an idea, really. I've been having
trouble with the sentience-size relation anyway. I doubt I could
build a reasonable species only a meter tall."
"See? I know better than anybody else just how ordinary you
are, Father, but I also know that nobody can really compare what
you do to what anyone else does."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence." I said.
"Your welcome," she said, again with her mouth full. I
laughed, and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
A few hours later, we rolled into Rocchodain on schedule and
asked the innkeeper we found there if he had a spare room. We must
have looked like a terrifying lot, covered with the road and the
wind, not the clean and comfortable people who teleport in over the
local SDisk.
We thanked him for the room and walked up the creaky wooden
steps to our room. It was spacious and comfortable, and it had to
be... the bed looked like it was made for six people, not two. It
was huge! "What would anyone ever do with such a huge bed?"
"Have an orgy?" Rainy suggested. I gave her a cockeyed look.
She laughed and said "I'll take a bath first. The tubs not big
enough for two."
"Rainy, Shirow can be big enough for two." She laughed again,
and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard water running, and
occupied my time with a book.
She came out after about half an hour, looking much cleaner,
and when she stretched her tens over her head she arched her back
so sexily I almost split my jeans. She turned her back to me to
open her saddlebags, and I couldn't resist lightly running my hand
down the crack of her ass. She squealed.
We dressed and went downstairs, to the smoky and ill-lit tavern
under the inn. Rocchodain had been the earliest Centaur village,
and the age of the material showed in everything, as did the crude
construction, and the guests did their bests to stay with the mood.
They were a cheerful lot, but a bit outre' in their garb. And garb
is a good word for it. We sat at a table and the barmaid took our
orders. Someone punched buttons on the jukebox, and when the music
came up, Rainy groaned aloud.
"What's wrong, sweetheart? Don't like P'rose's singing?" I
said. P'rose, P'nyssa's middle daughter before me, has a
successful career in a 'rock' band.
"Dad, I like P'rose. I really do. But this is not
rock'n'roll."
"Oh, come on, Rainy, 'Tell Me Can Your Heart Dance?' is a cute
song. Besides, it's dance-club music. It's not supposed to be
profound."
She nodded as the barmaid brought our food. I'd ordered prime
rib, since that's what the maid recommended, and I tend to go with
recommendations. It wasn't bad, and Rainy seemed to be enjoying
her meal as well.
We danced for a while, which wasn't easy in the crowd,
especially since there were quite a number of Centaurs on the
floor. But we found space, and held each other close, and touched
each other. I felt close to her, and while sex wasn't the farthest
thing on my mind, it had been pushed down the stack a bit by
feeling more friendly and familial.
We retired to our room, and I got into the enormous bed, making
my way across it to the far side. She sat down on it and made her
way over to me. I sat up opposite her and looked into her eyes.
She looked back, and then at my hands as I reached up and around
her back to unzip her dress. She closed her eyes at my touch as I
pulled the dress off of
her shoulders and down to her waist. Her mittens came up and she
pulled
my shirt off. I raised my arms above my head to help her, and
as she pulled she leaned closer to me, until our faces were mere
cents apart and I leaned into her and kissed her. She kissed back,
her mouth closed at first, but opening almost immediately on
contact. Our tongues met.
I pressed my open palm against her tit, feeling her nipple
harden as the texture of my palm slid over it. For a few moments I
was entranced by the feeling of my daughter's nipple getting so
hard, and I loved the feeling of it's hardness sliding over the
variable space of my hand. She laughed, and I began to move back
and forth between her breast, caressing each one. They aren't
exceptionally large, but like her mother's, they were extremely
soft and caressable. I leaned over to take a nipple into my mouth,
and she cooed again as I did, her mittens searching for and then
tweaking my nipples in response.
I sat back up and said, "Why don't we get undressed?"
"Sounds like a good idea to me." We sat back and stripped off
the rest of our clothing, throwing it off the bed. She sprang onto
me, pushing me back against the bed, her lips upon mine. I
responded fully, taking her tongue into my mouth and thrusting mine
into hers, my hands wrapped around her and squeezing her
well-defined ass.
She kissed her way down my throat, and little explosions went
off in my head as she bit me every step on her way down, larger
ones when she attacked my nipples. She made her way further down,
still nipping, and when she reached my cock she passed it and took
my balls into her mouth, sucking them. Painful little sensations
reached me, but they only excited me further. I wanted to eat her,
but she wanted to eat me first, and she had the advantage. She
took the head of my cock into her mouth and her teeth closed on it
threateningly. She didn't bite, but instead eased the entire
length of my penis down her throat, taking it with gusto, and she
began to stroke back and forth, her eyes closed. She was
relentless, sucking me with her mouth, exerting herself further and
further. "Oh, Rainy," I groaned in response. "Please," I said.
But she stopped, damn her. She swung and straddled my head
with her legs, her cunt cents from my face, and lowered herself
onto my mouth. I dove in with the force she had shown me, licking
her cunt hot and fast. Her cunt was already sopping wet, and her
juices dripped down my cheeks as I surrounded her clit with my lips
and tongue. She moaned in pleasure, and I reached up with both
arms to grab her buttocks, running my fingers against the grain of
her fur, thrusting a questing finger against her little brown hole
just at the top edge of my vision. She moaned louder, and I took
that as a cue, sliding my finger down into her cunt for a little
wetness before sliding it against her anus and into her. She let a
little high-pitched "uh" escape her as I did, and almost
immediately she collapsed onto my body, her body shaking in orgasm.
I craned my head up against her cunt, still trying to get at her
clit which was just barely out of reach. She pushed back and let
me at it, and as I licked her pussy she clamped her tens tight
against my hips and screamed with release again.
I lay my head back against the pillow; that position is tiring
quickly. "Wow," I said.
She rolled off of me; I turned to look at her and it looked
like her eyes were on fire. The look and my hard cock conspired,
and made a decision... I turned over and leapt upon her the way she
had me, and in one quick plunge I was inside her. She opened her
eyes as I did and said "Yeah... Fuck me." I complied.
My cock was surrounded by her warmth and her slickness, and I
fucked her into the core of her body. I wanted to ravish her, but
after her incredible fellatio, I didn't know how long I'd last.
But I managed to stave off orgasm, and as it crested it seemed
to also fall away, almost frustrating. I slowed down and lay
supine over her, pumping into her slowly, and she said "Daddy?
Would you like it if I turned over?"
"Do you want to?"
"Yeah," she said with an impish tone. I laughed and rose off
of her, and she turned over onto her knees. I got in behind her
and was ready to thrust into her when she said "Not like that. My
ass."
"You serious?"
"Yeah. Do my ass, Daddy." I shook my head and aimed my cock
for her asshole, and pushed gently against her, but she would have
none of that; she shoved back, taking the length of my cock into
her in one hard push.
Her ass was incredibly tight, and hot, and it seemed to suck me
in. "Fuck me, hard!" she commanded. I grabbed her hips and shoved
in hard, then pulled out and jabbed back in again. She groaned
again, and I pushed into her, fucking her asshole mercilessly.
Gods, she was good, and her breath was ragged. Her head was turned
to the side against the pillow, and as my cock ravaged her
blue-furred buttocks I could see her eyes were screwed shut tight.
She held her breath, then exploded in orgasm.
My balls tightened in response, and I could feel the orgasm
emanating from my cockhead to my entire body, and as I pumped her
ass viciously and relentlessly I screamed when I finally exploded
into her, releasing my come into her.
I gave a few, final thrusts, and then I slid out of her,
crawling so I could be face to face with her as she collapsed with
me onto the bed. "Did I do good?" I said, jokingly.
"Oh, Daddy, you were wonderful. Did I do good, too?"
"Sweetheart, you were great. You were perfect." I was still
gasping. We settled into bed, and pulled the covers over us; it
was still early Spring, and this inn seemed to not have heat. I
heard her mumur, "Happy birthday, Daddy," and she was fast asleep.
As we cuddled close, I noted that it took a long time for my heart
to stop pounding.
- - -
The next day we rode back to the Castle and P'nyssa. She
greeted us warmly and ushered us off to the shower, where we
cleaned up together, laughing and playing. We had a small family
dinner, just the three of us, and Rainy bid us farewell, for a
while. She was shipping out on the Oikemen in three days for a
research project "zillions of light years away."
I kissed her good-bye and said "Take care."
"I will."
--
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