Chapter One

'It was special for me when I would stand on the porch gazing upwards into the heavens. Do you remember when you came outside and scooped me up in your arms then lay with me by the fire because I was wearing my summer pajamas when there was frost on the ground? You told me my feet had frostbite and they'd have to take them. I was so scared but you held them tightly at your chest and began tickling me between my toes! I screamed 'I can feel my feet again and I'll gladly keep all 10 toes.' We were so loud with laughter we woke mama! Then, the sun came up and the stars hid and I felt so sad. All day I sat squinting into the blue sky hoping to see a little speckle of light, a star bright looking down like a guardian angel and I wished I could be up there with it.' Her hand pressed to the large transparent plane of glass, voice dropping several octaves, 'and now it's forever night and the stars are trapped eternally in darkness. I once dreamed of living only in dark but I now know paradise is a nightmare.' Her fist curled and pounded against the glass emitting a solid thud from the smooth cold surface of the thick material. A tear fell to the ground.

Out in front of her the blackness of space stretched for infinity. Stars wrapped and folded themselves in every direction her eyes darted. They were no longer a mystery but a nagging reflection of her last remnant of a lost childhood

Movement crossed in the reflection of glass, a white apparition moving closer from behind; blur and haze aligning into the crisp human body of her father. His tight white pseudo cotton shirt and pants revealed his well maintained muscular figure. The nametag on his shirt was large and immediately visible from most distances: Ammon Lennox. His sturdy hands fell on her shoulders, his touch often gentle.

'What if I told you I had a surprise for your birthday, Melina.'

'Father?' Flat and emotionless; she could never be happy again.

'I've managed a ship.'

She spun half circle, his hands brushing her face and falling again on her shoulders. She starred into his eyes seeking signs of unkind play. 'Did you really? Don't Lie! Where is there to go?!'

'Melia, tell me,' he dropped in front of her. 'What do you remember of dirt between your toes and grass scratching your ankles?'

Her eyes were more bright and octave high. 'Behind the house the hills rose and fell like waves, we could run barefoot on the soft ground for hours playing any game our imagination allowed. I remember collapsing and naming the clouds what creatures we could remember from school. We even slept outside most summer nights.'

'The plants and trees?'

'I - I,' she paused and thought long hoping to draw it from its burrow. Her smile faded. 'I can't remember the plants or trees, only the grass.'

Sadness crept over Ammon's face to watch his daughter's eyes well from heartbreak.

She continued as sorrow flowed like rivers from her eyes. 'I ran outside to see the morning dew that rested on the grass, like the stars were tired of the sky and decided to take a rest. Except, it was all brown; I stepped out and felt the earth shatter beneath me, crumble to dust with the smell of decay as the world died in front of me.'

They embraced each other crying and distraught with rampant emotions from old wounds reopened. They wiped their tears on each other's clothing. Melia's own outfit was identical to her father's but she wasn't required a tag. Children had fewer restriction then adults; the fabric on her body hung loosely, her shirt fell just above her hips exposing a hairline of midriff and the bottom of her pant legs were frayed and grey from dragging on the ground.

He drew away from her little body still holding her arms in his hands, she the same. 'There is a new place for us Melia, but we must keep it secret.'

'Is it Bb? Have they named it?' Excitement radiated out drying her sorrow.

He father hushed her, 'it wasn't meant for anyone's ears. Not yet.'

Frustration poured, 'then why wake us and keep us floating for a decade?' She almost collapsed in his arms trying to rationalize her imprisonment.

'That's my fault Melina, don't be upset but I didn't want to be alone.'

'What are you saying?' Her voice broke.

'This isn't something I wished to hide.' He took a minute to gather his thoughts. He looked around trying to imagine every future where he could see what words would be most effective without upsetting Melina. 'After they woke me we left you for another year but I hated coming back to this little living space alone. I thought I could be alone without your mother, but like you, out here in the darkness, it was too terrible, and your eyes Melina, so much like your mother's and not being able to look into them crushed me inside.'

She bit her lip, shaken, and lost for words. 'Some of my friends are still asleep and I knew nobody up here and when they wake up we'll be a decade apart.'

'I know I said they had to wake you, that it was important for you to go back to school but the time wasn't wasted, Melina. I tell you this because I need to see you experience this new world and be a part of it while I can.'

Her puffy red eyes blinked small tears while searching her Father's face, 'while I can? What does that mean?'

'The terraforming is all but complete except for the weather patterns, but once they began mining the planet we'll start populating the colonies. Afterwards I'm being sent on an exploratory mission to another system.'

She sniffled and swayed. 'We can't stay?'

'My job is to make homes for our people who need it. My job is done so I want us to go down to the planet and spend as much time as we can rolling in the grass and swimming. Doing everything!' He exclaimed.

'Why haven't we gone down already?' She became worked up, 'a whole new life and we've been trapped in this metal box!'

'Nobody is supposed to land unless cleared and I haven't been, at least not with you. They don't want to introduce disease onto the planet and because both of us came from Earth what we carry might make the planet sick.'

Her face went dull and she slunk away, 'I don't want to make anyone sick.'

He consoled her quickly, 'No-no-no you won't, you couldn't. I had your charts examined and the mutation is subtle and the chemicals in the air will clear any remnants. We leave tomorrow at 0800. Promise me you'll say nothing because this may be our only shot.'

They embraced in each other's arms, full of joy. Ammon has given his daughter what she always wanted. Though deceit was rich in their lives together aboard the station he felt he had cleared most of the air surrounding their relationship. With so few opportunities left he couldn't let them be squandered. He picked Melina up in his arms and swung her in circles before collapsing backwards onto the large sofa facing out the window that rests alone in the center of their pod.

Melina lay atop his stomach with her arms wrapped around his body. His hands caressed under shirt along the shallow ridge of her spin. She sat up with her hands on his chest smiling; her shirt was pulled up to just below her breast line. The wash of happiness had cleaned the haze of sorrow for at least the time being. She knew her father always tried to do the best he could for her. Having to leave their entire past behind and raise her alone wasn't easy and he often came home so stressed she tried to do for him what he did for her.

Resolution came faster than Ammon had expected of his daughter. She was often emotional and confused at times, unable to cope with her new life after they left so hastily from Earth. Without so much as a goodbye or any sense of closure they were fired off into space and placed into stasis for 146 years. The reality of that notion crippled his daughter for months after she was awoken. She was only 6 and practically overnight had to readjust to the perplex reality that everyone she left behind was long gone.

In terms of time (chronicle vs. biological) Melina is 156 years old, but she has only had 16 birthdays, however her body looked no older than 12; a result of low gravity and nutrition. It was easy to notice how little she has progressed physically. Part of living in space is a required rigorous physical exercise program and regular doctor's check but it wasn't enough to deter or reverse certain ill effects. Every month Ammon receives a complete health diagnosis report including full frontal and side shot of his daughter's nudity, with a variety of vitals and information related to her health. He was told by their physician that the long hibernation and artificial existence in space had permanently altered her hormonal balances and would be permanent as long as she lived on a station. He would regret not giving her an opportunity to develop into a voluptuous women but he rather favored her lolita'esque appearance. Her hips and butt had developed nicely, not too wide but definitely noticeable, her breasts settled at a small A-cup size and her features have retained their child-like softness.

Ammon soothingly rubbed her back as her body slid along his stomach until her butt sat atop his rigid penis. The gentleness with which she showed her love made it all the more difficult to resist not fondling her body. It was Melina who started their relationship along a sexual path, which isn't necessarily illegal as the rules of the station have little pertinence to incestuous relationships, or engaging sexually with minors, because the majority of human stations and ships are financed privately and operate under strict corporate, not social, policy. He tried to imagine a scenario where their love was made public and acceptance was given but he knew it unreasonable. What else could he do? Leaving his wife, Melina's mother, Elle, to the ravages of Earth was devastating enough. Being without his daughter for nearly a year drew a long spiraling black hole in his heart, he tried to savor every moment with her.

Chapter Two

The intent of waking Melina was never about sex but rather companionship. She was the only link he had left to his past and he couldn't dream of letting that slip away as he grew older and she remained the perfect little girl who gave him the courage is leave his wife's bedside and escape the decaying ruins of their home for the sake of her future. Imagine waking from a century of sleep as though it was only seconds and finding yourself, no older than you were, looking into your loving parent's eyes to find them faded from the slow envelopment of death's grasp.

Melina's transition in this new world was rough and Ammon found her unable to be left alone, and always afraid. The first time he walked her to the observation deck to look out at all the star's she cried endlessly that she was no closer to them than she was on Earth. As the ship traveled along its intended route, it spun slowly to create some gravity so the orientation to the stars always changed, there were no constellations she knew, no Moon to wink at her and the blue sky she once fought to find a beloved star she knew had been pulled back and the mystery lost. There were now billions of stars before her and she hated every one of them.

Every night they shared a bed because Melina was so frightened by how quiet the ship is; no crickets or frogs to let her know when it was time for bed and no birds to greet her in the morning. One night, years later, during a restless sleep Ammon dreamed of his honeymoon with Elle. She was a traditional Christian who wanted to wait for marriage to lose her virginity. Ammon struggled to come to terms with that arrangement but eventually gave in and proposed after only 6 months, with the wedding following 3 months later. Their first night was passionate in a way he'd never known, as though he himself was a virgin reborn. They moved together, slowly taking each other's bodies, Ella moaned softly has Ammon pierced her hymen and was enveloped by her velvet pathway. Their lips continually searching each other out, tongues entwined, and warm breaths beat whispered into each other's ears. Ammon awoke suddenly from his dream, just as he ejaculated, to find his mouth kissing the back of Melina's neck, his arm wrapped around her warm little body, and with a sudden jolting shock he discovered his hand was carelessly nestled between his daughter's thighs, as her body slowly massaged itself against his probing fingers.

He could feel her wetness and see through the white cotton pajama bottoms where her juices soaked the fabric. She writhed as he withdrew his hand, just as she awoke to experience her first orgasm. Ammon sat frozen with his hand floating above her body. She turned groggily to look at him, an expression of confusion on her face. There were no words between them. Melina was young but she had been well educated on puberty and sex thanks in part to the staff of full time educators and computer programs aboard the ship. Ammon had thought there was no need for explanation, that she knew it had to be an accident; how could she imagine a father molesting his daughter.

His silence sealed the future of their relationship. Melina hadn't thought it was an accident and realized her father was only lonely. She was smart and understood that family wouldn't normally engage each other sexually, there was nothing in her learning material that mentioned doing it, but the laws explained in her civics class made it vaguely clear, but then, in that instant of silence, she concluded none of this was normal. Their situation is unique and circumstances should be judged in the context they occur, not by laws and policy that cast large blankets over everyone as though we aren't defined by our unique experiences. She thought, her father had made the first move and was waiting for her response. She had never been in love with anyone outside of her family. She'd never been kissed or touched and what she just felt, while confusing because she only imagined what the feeling would be like after viewing the material in class, jettisoned her mind beyond her own shallow preconceived notions. Starring up at her father as he watched her in return she made her move.

Ammon's stomach dropped, his throat was dry and fear took him. 'What have I just done?' His mind raced as he tried to figure out why he was molesting his own daughter and why he had ejaculated in his underwear. He vaguely remembered the dream he was thrown from moments before he awoke, an image of his wife evaporated before he could place it. Melina rolled to her back and smiled. He was unaware she had made her own conclusions already but her general attitude towards him wasn't anything recognizable as repulsion. Rather, she seemed happy and he felt she looked more exuberant than she had since she was taken out of hibernation. Without hesitating he got out of bed and went to shower putting the situation out of his mind.

Washing is a different experience in space and requires many months of discomfort. Everything on the ship is recycled to the greatest extent possible. When the opportunity presents itself, the crew and passengers are placed in stasis to preserve resources for as long as possible. The station they were assigned is one of the larger vessels available by mechanical standards and by itself is able to provide for every individual aboard for 100 years without the use of hibernation. Even though their ship had been traveling for over 150 years there is still enough stockpile, if everyone was awaken, to provide for another 70 years. Water is a precious resource that takes up an enormous amount of storage space even when pressurized and frozen. For this reason no water is used to shower. While the filtration systems are powerful enough to completely purify the water, better systems had been developed.

Washrooms consist of a zero-water vacuum toilet, hand sanitizer and shower. The nutrient rich paste they ate two times a day was engineered to be fully absorbed by the body so no physical waste was created. Their third meal consisted of a fiber rich oatmeal-type substance which ensured the human digestive tract continued functioning at a healthy level which resulted in a small bowel movement. When cleaning your hands you placed them inside of a metallic basin with two openings for your hands. Inside was a small amount of water and chemical mixture which circulated over your hands to sterilize and remove any foreign substances, the liquid only had to be replaced after roughly 1,000 uses which is considered conservative but regulatory policy. The shower is a frosted glass enclosure which has the appearance of a typical shower you'd find in any traditional household. Grab the handle to open the door and close it to activate the vacuum seal. Once inside a white gas fills the chamber and begins swirling around your body. With your arms and legs spread, excess skin cells, dirt and oils, bacteria and body odor are whisked from your body in roughly 3 minutes. The age old ritual of lovers showering was replaced with the original idea of its inventor; cleaning your body.

However, this didn't stop 8-year-old Melina from sneaking in behind Ammon as he was stepping into the shower. He moved to protest as her body slide beneath his arms. 'Melina, what is this?' He demanded.

She felt no desire to hide her nakedness, 'its okay Dad.' She held her hand behind her back exposing herself to him. 'I liked the way it felt and I want to try it.'

Shocked, he tried to work out a response to make time reverse 10 minutes just after he woke up. 'Melina, what happened in bed -' he stammered again; his second mistake of the morning.

'Wonderful?' She wooed, reached out to his flaccid cock to squeeze his soft member under her grasp. 'It feels funny.'

Ammon held tight on the door handle, his free hand swinging to find a place to steady himself as uncensored feelings rushed through his body. 'Oh, Melina, no I -' he bellowed a long moan, his cock filling with blood, rising and becoming rigid.

Melina gasped as the thing throbbed wildly in her hand. She freely explored her father's penis and took particular interest in his bright red glans which was becoming slick with fluid. 'Is this pee,' she asked curiously.

Ammon gasped out, 'we can't.'

'What?' She let go of his penis and slinked away from her father.

'It's wrong. Your mother would, I don't know. And everybody else on the ship.' He stammered between satisfied breathes.

She tried to reason with herself why her father was trying to distance himself from her now. 'This morning in bed, I thought we -' Feeling her own nakedness she tried to cover herself with her arms.

'You didn't do anything wrong, it's that -' he froze.

Confidently, Melina seized his cock in her hand and began rubbing its length. 'You touched me!' She stated. 'I liked it because we sleep together every night and I don't have anyone else because they're dead.' Her eyes filled with tears, her hand still massaging along her father's engorged cock. 'I want to feel something again like on Earth and this morning I dreamed about where we lived and I woke up and it was just like my dream.'

Dropping to his knees he took her in his arms. The door swung shut and sealed them inside as the cleaning process began. There was no right reason for Ammon to rub Melina's pussy in her emotional state but she refused to release his cock which pang with pleasure, and he felt compelled to give her feeling (whatever that meant,) and if he had to rub the soft plump mound and pouty vaginal lips of her pussy - then he would. When he finally came his seed sprayed across her flat belly but was whisked away moments later by the swirling chemicals cleaning any evidence of their lewd act

Chapter Three

Ammon awoke as he often did for much of the last year on the couch with the empty space beside him where Melina had fallen asleep after hours of passionate fucking. Turning over his eyes focused to see Melina standing in frame of the living quarter's window starring out into the void. He had tried to tell her to stop, obsessing wasn't healthy, but how could her force her? Up, down, left, right, blackness and stars littered the universe. Standing with her face pressed against the glass she bounced on her heels. 'What is it Melina?' He asked.

'It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.' She spun clapping her hands together while tears streamed down her cheeks. 'You built it?!'

Groggily, he made his way to her. They often fucked for several hours at night which conflicted with his ability to get enough sleep. Melina blossomed with pent up energy that lasted nearly all hours of the day. Without open fields of grass to speed across to expel energy she would steam and roar like a tea kettle never removed from the burner. The only way he found to settle her was to lay on his back while she fucked his cock in whatever way she desired for as long as she wished.

'Come look.' She cried eagerly waving him to the glass.

The planet was little new to Ammon. He had been studying its mineral deposits and aiding in the excavation plans for the last decade. He approached behind Melina resting his hands on her shoulders and looking out over her head. Their vessel was stationed close enough over the northern hemisphere that major geographical features were visible. 'Humanities new home,' he said while rubbing her arms.

'Green everywhere,' she elated. 'Blue water! Look there, is that snow?' Pointing to a mountain range in the distance where white caps dotted the horizon.

Ammon studied the world below, a century's long project which transformed the mostly quiet, lifeless rock into a habitable world with composition 95% similar to Earth; a final sanctuary for some 200 million lives. 'We'll be down there soon. Near several of the colonies, but north of them over a range of hills in a valley with an oasis of water and trees, just out of sight of prying eyes. We'll have it all to ourselves.'

Ammon ate his breakfast steadily, filling his belly with substance for the day he knew would be spent chasing Melina along the rocky coast of water as they splashed and swam for hours before retreating into a clearing in the woods where he'd hold her in his arms as they made love under the stars. Melina sat scooping her portion around the dish too elated to focus swallowing the flavorful mush. When they were finished they eloped to the maintenance hanger, out of sight and away from any crew. Ammon's friend Jake secured a space in the cargo bay of a small cargo vessel assigned to drop supplies at one of the colony bases. Prior to his final destination he would swing around and land momentarily for his stowaways to depart. They would have a week to themselves with a box of supplies arranged by Jack, and complete freedom to explore nature and each other's bodies.

The small craft was designed for a pilot only, a small cockpit sat in front attached to a spine that ran behind the vehicle rearwards to two small horizontal fins which acted as stabilizers while traveling through air, and a single actuated rear facing nuclear powered thruster propelling the vehicle. With the cargo container attached to the spine the airlock opened and the craft escaped from the dock into the vast cold void of space. There were no windows or life-support in the cargo container, it wasn't meant for human cargo but was big enough that their heat and air wouldn't vanish too quickly. The journey was short but extremely rough as they passed through the atmosphere, several containers shifted and banged against their bodies. The sudden appearance of gravity 4.7 times heavier than on their station and 1.7 times heavier than Earth made them feel fat and slow. Their rigorous exercise regimens would accommodate them on the surface but getting used to the gravity could take weeks, their stamina would be most affected.

Jake was an expert pilot, he had to make the detour fast but kept the landing soft. The rear hatch of the cargo container was open before they touched the ground. They were 200 feet in the air looking out over the fields of green grass and leaved trees. The ship rotated swiftly as they descended which brought the vast expanse of the lake they would soon be playing in into vision. The surface of the lake exploded with shimmering light from the early morning sun. Jake set the ship down at the shoreline. A gentle breeze from the cool morning air making way for the warmer afternoon temperatures carried gentle waves against the shore.

A voice crackled and wheezed over an intercom buried somewhere under the stacks of boxes. 'Here's your stop. I'll be back in this spot 7 days from today - that's station time - 5 days at 1300 planet time. Enjoy.' The voice cut out.

Ammon and Melina bounded out of the container stumbling out and hitting the soft earth with the unexpected weight of their bodies. Ammon steadied himself before reaching into the cargo bay and pulling out a large box which contained all of their supplies. The ships engine whined throwing gales of wind and debris outwards as Ammon and Melina ran from the takeoff radius. The ship lifted making a 360 degree turn swinging the cockpit in view; Jake saluted before hitting the thruster sending him veering him off at incredible speed towards the crest of hills in the distance where several tall white buildings set on the other side against the backdrop of a clear blue sky.

Ammon took a deep breath and signed, 'we made it Melina. What do you think?' Silence. 'Melina?' He turned and found her laying face down in the grass running her hands through the blades like a comb through hair. Her face was buried in the breath earth savoring the natural feel and smell. He kneeled at her side to comfort her while she wept with joy.

Chapter Four

'Don't run off,' Ammon waved Melina back to his side. 'Your skin won't last long under the sun until you build up a layer of melanin. '

She bounced on her bare feet, 'I can't wait to lie out in the sun and have tan.'

'Don't get too excited, you haven't been exposed to this level of light in nearly a decade so you'll like turn bright red first.' From the survival pack Ammon pulled out a white plastic tube with small lettering across the face. 'This is a compound developed for advanced skin protection. Put it on once a day and it lasts 24 hours and you won't burn. You may even have a rich tan by week's ends.' He smiled waving the tube in her direction.

'You'll put it on me than I'll do you?' She compromised.

'Don't have to ask me twice.' He moved over to Melina and squirted out a blob of the clear gel in his hands. She pulled her hair back in her hands while he spread the solution over her face, eyes, lips and neck. Another blob and he did her thin shoulders, then, to her thin muscular arms that sprouted tiny hairs from her skin's follicles. He moved to her backside and roughly massaged her upper back and shoulders causing her to sigh and relax. Her should blades receded under the skin as her body loosened and she slouched forward as he worked his way down and around her spin. He smiled at the dimples on her lower back, and tickled her sides briefly, before she keeled over in defense. Her ass was plentiful under his groping hands, his fingers dug into their plumpness, kneading the skin and pulling the cheeks apart to study her unsoiled crack and asshole. He resisted pressing his nose against her ass and filling his nostrils with her sent like an animal claiming his mate before mounting and ravaging her body with his enraged cock.

'Turn around Melina. Let me get your front side,' he asked. He felt his hands tremble as she turned on her heel spinning so gracefully, hair waving against the gentle breeze that kissed their nakedness, and he felt nervous like a school boy. Her face beamed with a large smile, eyes shone with the reflection of the green grass and blue lake, skin lightly flush from arousal, as though he was seeing her for the first he felt his body erupt with the same desire he felt all those years ago on his honeymoon.

'You're so gorgeous - perfect.' He choked out as his hand rose to her flesh.

Ammon's hand fell against her right breast; his fingers grazed her areola. The little brown adornment sat proudly against her small breast and muscular chest, the little nub of her nipple poking forward. In his captivated state he hadn't realized he was supposed to be rubbing the protective gel on her body, until she reminded him.

'Hurry up,' she pouted. 'I think I feel my pussy burning so you better rub it in real good.' She wiggled her hips.

'I'm already doing my best not to tackle and fuck you right now, don't tease me,' he pleaded as more gel filled his hand. He refocused his attention to her chest where he lathered her breasts with the chemical concoction. The gel left a heavy sheen across her skin but moments later it would seemingly evaporate leaving only smooth blemish free skin. He lowered his hand from her chest to her belly. He said to Melina, 'your navel is like a round goblet, which lacks not blended drink: your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.'

'What does that mean?' She laughed questioningly.

The palm of his hand encircled her firm taut stomach from the base of her sternum to her waist and around along the cleft of her lower abdomen and around again in a smaller circle until he tips of his fingers prodded inside her shallow belly button to feel the round little scare hidden within. 'Nothing,' she laughed.

She smacked his hand away, 'that tickles!' Gasping as he pressed inwards and wiggled his finger. 'You're being weird,' she howled backing away from his touch.

He reached out and grabbed her waist pulling her back. 'I'm not finished yet.'

Placing her right hand at her stomach she motioned for him to continue.

Frowning, he globed one more handful and started over the outside of her firm thighs and seemingly endless length of leg. Bow legged with her feet pointing inward he savored her posture and thin little body. A delicately featured Lolita wrapped around the mind of young woman with maturity and grace. Her pussy was so inviting and wanted to not just be teased or rubbed, but tasted and penetrated repeatedly like any hormonal teenage should. His hand returned to her hips holding them firm in his hands and spinning her around. His hand crawled under her body and encapsulated her precious mound in his palm, rubbing the gel over her labia and between her slit, her clitoris emerging from beneath its hood; erect and firm to the touch.

Melina's head turn and she whispered, 'are you finished?'

His lips met hers and his hands rose to her chest placing her nipples between his fingers and squeezing. She bellowed a deep moan then withdrew from his touch.

'I have put this stuff on you don't I? Your penis wouldn't like to suffer a burn, I don't think.' She smiled slyly and approached her father, hands extended and wrapping around his throbbing member. 'Oopsie, I forgot to put the gel on my hands,' she teased.

'Don't worry about it. Just keep rubbing it.'

She let go and held up her hand, 'give it to me.' She commanded, ignoring his frustrated moan. Lather in hand she repeated the process preformed on her for his body. Melina has always been infatuated with her father's hearty frame, particularly his deltoids, large biceps and pectorals which worked in wonderful harmony to lift her much smaller body with ease. He threw her around during love making, twisting and turning her beneath this ravenous will to satisfy his every fantasy which condemned her to an endless string of overbearing orgasms that left her body limp and useless for hours. Finding herself lost in her train of thought, the images of a night spend hanging upside down off the back of the couch with her father holding her up at the waist and crouching on the edge, his penis inside of her pussy while lifting her up and down along the length of his girth. Her father was insatiable but she did well to encourage it on a regular basis, often by sitting on the couch masturbating with the handle a tool she took from maintenance waiting for him to come back from work so he could watch her orgasm; her fluids running down the handle and dripping on the floor. She would be punished for her naughtiness, as he father took joy in saying.

Ammon commended Melina on a job well done, not missing a spot on his body, and he moved to embrace the girl in his arms until she slipped away.

'Let's go for a swim! Do you think I'll remember how?' Spinning around she jogged into the water splashing everywhere; the first of many humans whom would wade into the clear blue lake. 'It's cold dad!' She called. 'Should help with your current situations,' she laughed while receding further from shore, her father's cock stiff as a metal pole.

The sun began to fall from its apex in the sky towards the hillside. They had swam and run around the shore line without any break for most of the afternoon. Ammon convinced Melina too take a break and tan under the sun for a few hours while he prepared real food -chicken and rice. Melina emerged from the lake first dripping and laughing as she ran from her father. Advantage went to Ammon for being a much faster runner. He caught up to his daughter as her first footprints made their imprint in the soft dirt. The weight of his body carried her face first towards the ground. She should of hit but his quick reflexes slowed her at just the right moment so she gently lay against the cold soft ground unharmed.

'What are you doing?!' She barked at him for almost causing her injury.

'You've teased Daddy enough.' He rested his hand on top of her head pushing her face further into what was now mud, her ass hung in the hair and he collapsed on top of her with one hand under her pussy rubbing over her clitoris furiously. Her body was tense while moaning and pleading to be fucked - to christen the new world.

The natural water in the lake seemed to breathe new life into their bodies that had spent a decade livening artificially. For the first time they could say they were truly clean and in some ways starting fresh. Ammon felt like this way the first time being with his daughter. Somewhere along the way the passion in their relationship peaked and had begun a downward slide. The lack of freedom to explore and be somewhere else, do something different, weighed over them like the crushing force of a black hole. Humans weren't met to stay cooped up in cage like rats while barreling through space. It was the sense of exploration that drove new vigor through Ammon's body.

Ammon's cock rested between Melina's ass cheeks. The soothing pleasure he felt while humping her backside lite a slow burning fire in his loins that would crescendo during their forthcoming week of shared pleasure. Melina's pussy called for his cock with a flood a warm juices leaking from her tender vaginal canal. With his right hand he smeared her juices and opened her with his fingers. The weight of his body over Melina's left her helpless. All she could do was relaxed and know her daddy would do for her what she craved the most.

Like a flowering bud in spring when petals part and welcome all to partake of filled senses, Melina's pussy enveloped Ammon's penetrating cock in smear of liquid honey and soft velvet drapes. Her inner warmth feeding a growing heat in Ammon's body as his hips pressed unceasingly further, inch-by-inch, until 7 inches of his manhood disappeared within her special place. Moans of ecstasy escape from Melina. Ammon's head was thrown back grunting while pistoning his hips against her body. They quickly began to dry under the warm afternoon sun and the cold dirt was much more of a relief now that they had began fucking wildly like primordial reptiles just evolved from the sea. This new planet was most influenced by man's wielding of godly powers, but no technology ever existent was going to replace the primal instinct to fuck like ravenous beasts spilling their seed across the universe and reaping in the explosive flair of chemicals that churned over and boiled brain matter provoking unyielding drive to seek sources of pleasure.

Without yielding Ammon drive deeper into his daughter. Withdrawing slowly, leaving the tip inside, with all of his strength he jerked forward slapping his hips against her ass. The little body beneath his devious assault seized with pleasure at the constant onslaught. Her vaginal muscles had strength and tightened around his cock as though wishing it could remain forever. Sweat poured over her body and she gasped between her screams which were often pleas for greater pleasure.

Leaving no opportunity squandered, Ammon wrapped his arms around Melina and lifted her in the air with his cock still buried deep inside her pussy. She howled with laughter and frustration. He trudged away from the coast and settled with her on the cool grass. Lying on his back Melina sat on top facing away. Ammon wrapped his hands on her hips and lifted her from his cock and letting her drop. Without need of further guidance Melina took over and used all of her own leg strength to control their pleasure. His hand we now free to explore her toned body. His hands favored squeezing and pulling her small nipples.

Melina's hands fell to her pussy. Using her left hand she cupped her father's sack and rolled his balls between her fingers. Her clitoris swelled in need of abuse, poking from between her puffy labia her right hand flicked the little bud. Filled with so many nerve endings, the little clitoral nub ignited shivers of lightning up through her spin, searing her skin like acid, her head pounding in response to the manipulation of the physical form it sought to control. Yet now, in a fit of sexual provocation there was no control, only the lead of two partners communicating with sounds of grunt and moans as they shared in each other's bodies for the mutual expression of love and volatile orgasm.

Melina lay back against her father's body and placed her feet firmly on the ground on either side of his legs. The perspiration on their bodies acted as lubricant for her to slide herself on his body so she could continue to fuck his cock. Her head lay at his shoulder, she turned to face him and their lips met. Their tongues invaded each other's mouths while she focused on moving her body as to better pleasure her father. She could sense his orgasm building rapidly as his hand became rough.

Ammon's right hand slide from her breast over her stomach to her engorged clitoris; taking the little nub between his fingers he began to manipulate the little thing. His left hand rose to her neck and gripped it firmly in his hand. Melina began panting roughly and her once rhythmic linear motion became uncoordinated. Recognizing the impending orgasm he began furiously assaulting her clit like it was a nasty wart needing to be removed. He poked, picked and squeezed the seemingly insignificant speck angrily that the little device hadn't already devastated his daughter's body with an orgasm.

The sky began to turn above her. The pounding beat of her heart filled her ears to muffle out her own lewd sounds, her father's grunts, or the wet slopping of their bodies meeting. Fire burned through her. Her father's hand squeezed the air from her lungs. She felt her feet go numb with a static pain which spread up through her legs. The throbbing in her head worked its way past her eyes into her chest and tore through her stomach. The two overwhelming forces crashed and burst in her pussy which throbbed and squeezed at the cock inside. Her scream was naked - without sound.

Ammon raised his legs and used his own body to continue fucking Amelia through her orgasm. Her pussy suckled and milked his cock which felt ablaze. His balls churned and seized upwards against his hips with the final endeavor of his body to ejaculate his seed inside his daughter. Collapsing, he focused on the sensations which filled and erupted outwards from his cock into Melina's womb.

Stabs of hot semen sprayed against the inside of her pussy spiking her orgasm further beyond what she'd ever experienced. With certainty they were no longer moving and the sight of their rigid sputtering bodies was likely stupefying. Ammon's hand relaxed from her throat and she took a long gasp of air. The burning through her body began to subside as she was rolled off into the grass to recover.

Chapter Five

Light gradually ceased, giving way to increasingly darker shades of the night sky. Without a secondary light source only the shimmering twinkles of stars dotted the night sky. After their dinner they lay quietly in each other's arms next to a small glowing generator emanating heat against their cool naked bodies.

Melina's hand rose towards the sky. 'Do you think we'll name constellations like on Earth?' She asked.

'Hmm, I don't know. Travelers used to use the stars but they don't get much use anymore. Maybe you'll name them.' Ammon held her close in his arms fighting the cooler night air.

Pointing to a cluster of stars, 'those look like a penis.' she giggled as she outlined a long cylindrical shape. 'I'll call it Ammon.'

'You'll always be able to look up at the night's sky and know I'm with you even when I'm not.' He nuzzled his head against her neck and kissed her.

She turned over met her face to his. 'If you're beside me how can I ever miss you?' She smiled.

He kissed her nose. 'I won't always be next to you. Even though I wish I could be.'

'Why do you sound so sad,' she asked seeing his face turn gloomy. 'We have a lifetime together.'

'What if we had a week?' He asked solemnly.

Withdrawing, she tried to escape the fear she felt in his words. 'Why a week - what's in a week?'

'Remember when I said I woke you because I needed to see you experience this new world and to be a part of it.'

'Yes, that after we came down here and had to go back to the station. We are going on another exploratory mission.' Her voice cracked. 'We are going together, right?'

'I was only really talking about me.' He watched her face scrunch and eyes fill with tears. 'I didn't think if I told you about it you would agree to come down here. Watching you out here today is wonderful and you need to stay. Turn this place into something beautiful, not let anyone ruin it.'

Tears poured over her face. 'I can't lose you like Mama,' she blurted out. 'I love you too much.' She dove into his arms and they embraced.

When you see the edge of the road across the valley knowing where the end lays, every second becomes valuable and without waste. Rarely is the opportunity presented to experience every little moment as though it were a lifetime. Ammon and Melina shared a near infinite number of these moments during their last week together as seemingly insignificant specks under the gaze the billions of stars above.

The container they arrived with felt much lighter; the burden of it all lifted. Jake arrived only 1 minute later than promised but his landing was as skilled and graceful as ever. The ships container was empty and the ride less turbulent. They docked in the station and emerged into the same maintenance hangar and returned to their pod in the same manner they left. No questions were ever asked, nobody would have realized they were gone. Ammon had filed for work leave to spend time with Melina, and he her education could be rescheduled. The arrangements were already in place for her to be grounded on the planet in less than three months to begin training as Culture Coordinator which would fill the role of helping establish things such as national songs or foods, or naming lakes and constellations.

'A shining future awaits for you here, Melina,' her father had said. 'Just as it's in the void of space there are always new things to uncover.' He then leaned in close and whispered, 'like that thing where I hang you upside down.'

Hidden beneath her laughter was incredible sadness. There was no possible way she'd ever see her father again, even if he tried to convince her otherwise. He'd be placed into hibernation and travel almost 30 years before he reached his destination and she would be 46, older than him. If she ever hoped to charter a ship to see him he might be 70 or 80 before she arrived, possibly with a wife and another child. They'd have just enough time before he died and she'd be left on the fringes of space alone. The thought haunted her until the day he prepared to leave.

Chapter Six

'Departure is T-minus 10.' Jacquelyn, transport coordinator for the statio, informed Ammon as he lay in the pod waiting to enter stasis. 'The process is automated; unlike the stations hibernation chambers you arrived in, these don't require any life support tubes or injection.'

'Thank you.' He said resting quietly trying to suppress his sadness and make sense of how the universe was ordered, how a long strand of events led to losing two great loves' of his life. Sleep took him shortly before waking to the sound of several chimes as the containers lid rose. 'That felt like nothing at all,' he said in surprise.

'Daddy,' his daughter's body slipped inside lying on top of him.

'Melina!' He said startled, 'Have we left the station?'

'You were about to before I came in,' she said as the lid retried its closing procedure before its interruption.

'Stop the lid,' he called. 'You can't be in here, you have to stay.' Pleading for her to listen he knew she wouldn't.

'There are lots of stars in the universe, but only one of you.' She said while slipping her shirt from her body. Grabbing his hands she put them on her waist and sliding her pants off. Her pussy pressed against his crotch and she ground herself against his hardening cock.

'Melina please,' he blustered out in a state of confusion. 'You can still make it -' The chamber around them jolted.

'We've departed.' She whispered while lifting his shirt which he helped her free.

'How can we do this?' He said before their lips met. His hands roamed over her soft tan backside down to her plump ass. His hand traced under hips to feel her pussy which became wet at his touch.

From his lips she kissed down his body; starting from his neck, across his check and sucking both nipples, grazing his chiseled abs, and finally removing his pants revealing his mighty cock. The glans was swollen and covered in precum. Her mouth fell to the glistening red tip and she kissed it tenderly. Her hands gripped his girth and raised his cock towards her mouth. Her red lips parted and took his manhood inside, enveloping the entire glans and sucking down 3 inches of cock.

It was beyond words to describe the feelings he had towards his daughter stowing away against his wishes but as her tongue worked over the length of his cock every emotion was replaced with lust. Looking down at his daughter he couldn't help but admire her strength or beauty, her eyes beamed up at his face while sucking and bobbing her head on his length.

Feeling her father's body tense as he approached orgasm she let his cock fall from his mouth with a plop. The taste of his salty precum filled her mouth and she swallowed his taste gleefully. Positioning herself above his cock she guided it to her entrance and pressed downward. Without any effort his girth slid inside and they shared a long passionate kiss. As they fucked a steady gas filled the chamber making them feel drossy and sluggish, yet, their desire to get each other off kept their energy focused on matching each other's bodily rhythms as their moans became grunts, became barks, became screams. Melina's pussy tightened and squeezed Ammon's cock as his seed erupted inside of her body just as darkness took them.

Falling into stasis, their bodies' captive to unyielding ecstasy, they lay together in each other's arms frozen in perpetual pleasure.

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See you in space, readers!