The embers of hope that had started to glow were quickly stomped back out.
"However, if I can look over some of the navigational screens...We might be able to time the jettison in such a way that we can at least head towards something habitable. It would be a crash landing, and there's no guarantee such a place even exists within a million miles. The odds are extremely unlikely, but they're certainly better odds than flying into a star."
The rest of the day went on pretty much like all the others: sitting around, looking out the windows, trying to ignore the hunger pangs, chatting with one another.
Phil spent most of the day in the cockpit going over various navigational displays, scribbling on a piece of paper with a pencil, trying to calculate when they should jettison the escape pod for the best results. He was still in there, long past when everyone else had laid down to sleep.
As she slept, unbeknownst to her, one of Cassie's eggs had become ripe, bursting from her ovary, beginning its journey towards her womb. Cassie was now fertile. And given her age - extremely fertile.
Cassie awoke sometime during the middle of the night to a thud coming from the cockpit. Being that her "room" was the closest, it appeared that it had only disturbed her.
She took off the blanket and squeezed past the partially jammed cockpit door. Inside she found Phil, shaking out his hand from slapping the console a little too hard in excitement.
"I've got it!" he exclaimed, noticing Cassie enter the room. "If we launch the escape in exactly 5 hours, 23 minutes, and...," he paused to look at the clock, "45 seconds, we might be able to hit this moon," he pointed to the display. "It may not look like much, but the displays indicate it might have water, which means it might have life."
Cassie couldn't contain her excitement. "Really!?" she said loudly, then remembering everyone was asleep, repeated it again, this time much quieter.
"Really," Phil answered with a smile.
Cassie threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. "That's wonderful!" After a few seconds it clicked just what was going on. She quickly backed away from the hug, trying to act like nothing had happened. "Ahem, so," she stammered, "about last night..."
"Don't worry. It'll be our little secret. A one-time thing," he replied, trying to preempt her.
"No, no, no. That's not what I meant. It's just that..." Cassie tried to figure out how to word what she was going to say, or if she should even say it.
Phil waited patiently as she worked over the words in her head.
"I'm still really turned on and..." her cheeks flushed, "Well, I mean we don't know if this plan will even work and..."
Phil gave a slight, understanding smile, "I see."
Cassie could feel the excitement coursing through her body, could feel herself start to become wet at the thought. Perhaps it was instinct, or intuition, or maybe a change in her hormones, but she wanted it so very badly; when she thought about the fact that she could get pregnant, it just turned her on more. "It's not as though I'll be alive long enough for it to matter," she figured. The biological need and desire burned hotter than ever inside of her.
Cassie blushed and and smiled back, trying to conceal just how excited she was.
"Shall we?" asked Phil as he stood up and took her hand, leading her quietly out of the cockpit and back towards the stairs down to the lower deck.
They both looked around cautiously as they passed through the main observation room; everyone was still asleep. They snuck down the stairs and once they were on the lower deck, Phil quickly brought her in close and kissed her deeply.
At first Cassie was surprised by the gesture, expecting just another quickie, but within moments was immersed in the passion of it, melting into the kiss. Phil led them towards a table as they kissed, their hands roaming over each other. Cassie's butt bumped up against the edge of one of the metal tables that was bolted to the floor.
Phil broke their kiss and undid her slacks, pulling them down all the way. Once he got down to her shoes, he removed them one by one. Cassie supported her weight on the table, lifting each foot to help him out. With her shoes off, it was easy to completely remove her slacks, setting them aside on another table. Phil smiled at the cute, blue and black striped ankle socks the young tour guide was wearing. An adorable reminder of her youth and innocence.
Phil helped her up onto the table and she scooted back.
"Oooh, that's cold!" Cassidy said in surprise as the cold metal table pressed against her bare thighs. Phil hooking his fingers under the hem of her pastel-colored, light green underwear and began to pull them down. Cassie lifted her butt off the table to assist. As he continued to slide them off, she lifted her legs, making it easier for him to reach.
Once her panties were off, he held them briefly, still warm from her body heat. He looked at the soft patch of white cotton in the crotch, seeing stains of her excitement, some old, some fresh. He tossed them aside on her slacks.
Phil undid his belt and pants, dropping them around his ankles. He pulled down his underwear until they too were around his ankles. He grasped his arms around Cassie's thighs, pulling her back towards the edge of the table, the head of his hard penis brushing against her thigh. Cassie gripped the edges of the table and spread her legs open for him.
Phil watched as her puffy outer labia, covered in her lovely orange-red pubic hair, blossomed open and to reveal her delicate pink insides; the entrance into her warm vagina, opened and presented itself to him. He knelt down and using his hands, spread her lips apart even further. He could feel the dampness in her bush, see the glistening of her juices coating the tender pink flesh inside her lips.
He took the time to admire every little detail of her, his gaze moving down her privates: her clitoris, already stiff and peeking out from under its hood; the tiny opening to her urethra; the ragged entrance to her vagina where her hymen once was; and finally, her delicate asshole, puckered tight.
Cassie was opening herself up to him as much as she possibly could. She needed him inside of her again. As she lay there, her knees bent, feet suspended in the air, she blushed as all of her intimate details were examined closely once more. Phil was taking this opportunity, likely their last opportunity, to learn even more private details about the young tour guide's beautiful anatomy.
It was obvious that, he too, was in dire need; grasping his member he stood up straight again and began to rubbed the head up and down the full length of her slit. As he did so, his own precum, which had formed in a sizable drop at his tip, started to mix with her juices, providing plenty of natural lubrication. With his tip sufficiently covered, Phil lined up with her entrance and thrust forward, much more quickly than last night.
The full length of his penis slid inside of her with ease. Cassie let out a gasping moan as she was suddenly filled, and Phil closed his eyes as the extremely soft, intensely warm flesh of the young girl wrapped around him once more.
The two were joined as one.
Phil held onto the sides of Cassie's abdomen as he began to pull his penis almost all the way out, before plunging it back in. Cassie lifted her head to watch, seeing him disappear between her legs again and again. He picked up speed, the bulbous head of his penis again rubbing her g-spot in just the right ways. Each time one of his powerful thrusts reached its apex, a moan escaped from Cassie. His thighs slapped noisily against hers. His balls smacked against her asshole, adding yet another interesting and exciting feeling to the pleasure for Cassie.
The sensations were just what she needed to reach her climax. She was now simply along for the ride as her body began to move in ways she couldn't control: her grip on the edges of the table tightened, her knuckles turning white; her feet lifted slightly as the muscles in her legs tightened; her toes spread apart inside her socks, stretching the fabric; her head tilted back as she arched her neck and back. A loud, shuddering moan filled the room; she didn't even care if anyone heard at this point. It felt too good to care.
Upstairs, Grant had awoken from the erotic sounds coming from below deck. He looked around with a confused expression, wondering if he was just imagining it or having some kind of dream.
"No, that's definitely real," he decided.
He quietly got up and made his way over to the stairs, doing his best not to disturb his sleeping family. He crept down the stairs and crouched down, peering through the railing. His jaw dropped at what he saw.