Cold 03

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it, and I would love to hear what you think. Mica xx West Yorkshire, England.

Leo hadn't left. He was supposed to, but there was some issue, not mechanical and he hadn't left. He just mooched around the room or wandered to the Mess to get some food. When I was in the room, he just expected to shag me. Dad was due back today from Murdoch and he would expect to shag me too, I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I went off to find Bill.

"This is unworkable Bill," I said when I eventually found him in the kitchen storeroom.

"What is Mica?"

"It is bad enough that I had to bunk with dad, but then he left and you shoved my brother in with me, and now dad is due back today and Leo is still here."

"And?"

"What do you mean 'and'?"

"Well, we are short of rooms due to the malfunction in 108 and 109 with failing window seals. I mean you could use one of those rooms but they might get to 40 below. Who do you want to send to their death? Your dad or your brother?"

"Don't be so dramatic, obviously none of them, but it is not right making me sleep with my brother or my dad."

"Well now Mica, no one is making you sleep with them, what you do in the room when the door is shut is entirely up to you."

"Don't be so crass."

"Well, what do you expect. The whole station thought that you were shagging your dad, and now they think you are shagging your brother, and you know what? No one actually cares. Who shags who doesn't matter down here. It's the end of the fucking world Mica, what happens here, stays here."

"It is not right."

"That doesn't come into right or wrong down here. Going out without a tracker, that is wrong, who you shag is just not important."

"Can't I bunk with one of the girls?"

"They are all in small single bunks. Share one of them and you will find rainbow flags appearing wherever you go. Mind you, as far as I know there are a few girls that would welcome you with open, well, more than arms."

This was getting me nowhere. As far as the station was concerned, I was shagging my dad and my brother, well, I was, but I don't really like everyone knowing. Technically it is illegal. My only option was to go into a lesbian relationship. None of the options were acceptable.

I mean, I don't mind girl on girl action, but, none of the females down here were exactly attractive, not to me. And it would be basically jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire.

"Is there work that needs doing at Murdoch? Perhaps I could go there for a few days?" It was all that I could think of.

"Let me make a call."

I went to the mess and grabbed a small plate of vegetarian lasagne. Made with grated carrot and mushroom rather than meat. It was actually okay, and whilst not a veggie, I actually quite enjoyed it.

"Wassup?" Linda asked. Linda is a technician and works in the labs. I think that she is technically a scientist, but there were no suitable roles for her, so she came down as a sort of tech support just to get the experience. It would help her when a role that she was suited to came up, either down here, or up top in the Arctic.

"Frustrating how I have to share my room."

"Ah well, you either shag your brother or shag someone else who you don't know. Yeah."

"Who said anything about shagging my brother?"

"Oh pretty much everyone actually."

"Oh."

"Well, last night you were either being murdered or shagged, the scream was pretty loud, and here you are, so not murdered."

"I thought the rooms were sound proofed."

"Who told you that? Bill?"

"Yes."

"Well, sort of, but the aircon is a great conduit for sound. Pretty much the whole station knows when you orgasm, and boy, do you ever orgasm."

I was mortified. What I thought was a private moment turned out to be anything but. I am glad that no one had asked me directly if I was shagging dad, or my brother, because I would have been caught out in a lie. They didn't ask because they didn't need to, they just heard.

"I would suggest that you could stay with me in my tiny bunk, but, well, it is pretty obvious you have a preference for a dick, and I prefer a fanny."

"Thank you for your kind offer Linda, right now I think I want space as a priority."

"Yeah, not much space in my bunk I am afraid, it's a small single."

After Linda wandered off I got back to my now cold lasagne and a low alcohol beer. I was pretty sick of tea and coffee, and as my job involved heavy machinery, alcohol in the system was not an especially good idea.

There was a tap on my shoulder.

"Right, I have spoken to Murdoch," Bill said. "There is a transport this afternoon, you can go on it, but I am guessing it will be the devil and the deep blue see."

"In what way?"

"The transport driver will be Leo, and they only have one room available."

You know, I thought at first that he was joking, "You are joking me?"

"No Mica. You either stay here with your dad, or go to Murdoch and stay with Leo there."

It was no competition. I knew how big the room was here, and whilst it was big by Antarctica standards, it was pretty small. The one at Murdoch would likely be smaller, and probably in the middle of station, so even less privacy.

"I'll stay here. Better the devil I know."

"Okay, sorry, but that is the way it is."

I went back to the room and entered to a naked Leo.

"Good your back."

"Leo, you are naked."

"Well, yes, I have to go in an hour, and so I have no time to waste."

"Waste for what?"

"Come on sis, get your clothes off, we only have an hour before our last shag in Antarctica, unless you plan on saving yourself for dad. You have been shagging him, haven't you?"

"Don't be crass. And what if I am not in the mood?"

"How can you not be in the mood?" He got onto the bed and started stroking his dick, his foreskin sliding up and down, hiding and revealing his purple end. Basically what he was saying is that despite my constant denials that I had shagged dad, he wouldn't believe me unless I shagged him as it would be my last chance of a good shag.

I pulled my tea shirt up and off and removed my bra. I slid my shorts down and I too was naked. I got onto the bed and bent over him, taking his dick into my mouth, replacing his hand with mine. I twisted around so that my fanny was over his head and I sucked. His dick went deep into my mouth past my tongue and into my throat, a tight squeeze on his dick, my tongue squashed against his shaft. He started moving, his dick shagging my mouth and my throat as his fingers roamed in my valley.

Two, and then three fingers passed my entrance, through my opening and into my fanny, stretching me more than his dick would. His fingers sawed in and out of me in synchronicity with his dick in my mouth, a strange and surreal feeling, being taken at both ends simultaneously. I started rocking my head back and forth, trying to ease the pain of his dick in my throat, and he started going faster, and I was sure he was going to spurt, but no, he didn't, he pushed in hard, holding his dick, stopping my breathing.

A game he liked to play, I thought it cruel and didn't play along, if he stayed too long in my throat and I lost consciousness, he was the loser, not me. Unless he was a secret necrophiliac.

He pulled back and I gasped for breath, my chest heaving, trying to bring back relief to my lungs.

"Knees sis," he said, indicating todays preferred shagging position.

I rolled on to my knees and supported myself with my hands flat on the bed. Leo knelt behind me and pressed his dick into my opening and filled my fanny. Not as stretching as his fingers, but longer, reaching deeper inside me. I felt his foreskin roll back as he entered me.

"Oh yes Leo, yes," I gasped, as much as I resented his expectation, I did love his dick inside me. It was long and filled me to me depth, and also had a good girth. I knew I was getting shagged when Leo was inside.

He started moving faster, his dick sliding my full length, almost vacating as he pulled back, but not quite, and whilst he was going slowly I could feel his foreskin move, but as he sped up, it all just became a sensation, individual movements just blurred, a press at my depth followed by another press, then another and another.

His balls bounced off my thighs and my pressures grew, intense sensations deep within, my clit building a store of electricity to shoot through my body, it was imminent. Harder he pushed, rocking me forward, the bed would also have moved if it weren't screwed down, harder and as deep as possible, the pressure at my depth intense and my body clenched. My buttocks tightened and as he thrust in hard, his cock spurting deep within me, he screamed and so did I as my orgasm erupted, exploding through my body, electrical surges numbing me, leaving vestiges of pain as they receded.

'Well they would have heard that in the Mess,' I thought as Leo's dick slipped out of me.

"Nice one sis, the last for ages, I bet." Leo said, possibly a smirk on his face, I didn't care. I just needed him to go so that I could shower before dad got back.

Leo fiddled and faffed and eventually got his stuff together and left. I dived into the shower, I needed to clean inside me. I unscrewed the shower head from the snaky hose and then pushed the snaky hose inside me, flushing out all of Leo's goo, pulled it back out, reattached the head and washed the rest of me.

I got out of the shower, all evidence of Leo washed away, and wrapped a towel around me, I didn't fancy facing the mess and their knowing glances, I just lay on the bed wondering when dad would be back.

I dozed off, and several hours passed before I woke, no sign of dad. I dressed, as far as top and shorts goes for dressing here and wandered off to the Mess. It was largely empty. I grabbed a plate of chips and some slices of bread and butter. A couple of chip butties would do me for this evening. I knew I had a Cummings L series to service, and they were a bit of a pain, especially the fuel filters, and then getting it re-primed. I didn't want to go to bed hungry, and I planned on grabbing some bacon butties to take with me to the workshop in the morning. A good base of carbs would help.

I went back to my room, still no dad so I stripped and went to bed, not long before I slept. I was awoken by the light coming on, and dad coming into the room. Dad and Leo.

"What the fuck?" I said to the room.

"I had to bring dad back, there was no other driver that could do the trip."

I was royally pissed off to say the least. "Well, keep it down, I have work in the morning," I shut my eyes and lay on my side at the edge of the bed. I didn't give a fig what they did.

I awoke again at about five. Dad and Leo were snoring, and I really couldn't face them, I was so annoyed. I got up, got dressed, grabbed my things that I would need and headed to the mess. I grabbed four slices of bread and a pile of bacon. I sat and made two large rounds of bacon sandwich and stuffed them into one of the takeaway containers and headed off to the shop. An early start wouldn't hurt.

The job was an absolute pig. I knew it would be. The fuel filters didn't want to come off and they were almost inaccessible where they were, and then the bloody O Ring had to be cut out of the block. I reckoned the last person servicing it had used thread locker to hold it in place, bloody idiot, that meant I had to get in to clean the recess otherwise the new O ring wouldn't seal properly.

The oil filter was slightly easier, they had thread locked the O ring to he filter, not the casting, so that was easy to deal with. And then I had the transmission oil filters. They were inside the transmission oil tank and were just messy and fiddly.

All in all it was nearly mid-day before I had all the filters out and changed. I had eaten my bacon sarnies mid morning and was getting quite hungry. I cleansed my hands and stepped out of coveralls and headed to the Mess. I grabbed a pasty and a pasta salad and sat in the corner minding my own as I ate them. Probably another three hours in the workshop before I could go back to the room. I would come back after I had showered and get a proper meal. They had a lamb curry on the menu for later, I was looking forward to that. Leo or dad or both might come with me. Dad would have been in the lab all day, no idea what Leo was doing.

Finished, I went back to the shop and started the process of hand pumping the fluids into the machine. As I guessed it took me three hours to finish. It had been an all day job, in fact, a long days job. But it was done. I fired it up and everything sounded just as it should. Being pre-electric I had no codes to check, because there was no computer or sensors. Heavy plant worked best that way in the extreme cold of the Arctic.

Dad was in the room when I got back, I hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"How was Murdoch, dad?" I asked, "And where is Leo?"

"Leo is on his way back to Anderson base, they need him there, and Murdoch was very interesting. Some of their cores are showing promising details."

I knew he wouldn't say more, what was promising was something I would never know, even here there was massive secrecy in the scientific lot.

"Just going to have a shower then we can go to eat."

I stripped, modesty in front of dad seemed moot, and I went and showered, my regulation five minutes. Clean and pink from the heat I went back into the main room. Without thinking I bent over to get my knickers, and dad groaned. I whirled round.

"Are you okay dad what's wrong?"

"Oh Mica, nothing is wrong, but I just happened to glance over as you were bending. The sight of your naked fanny from behind just caused my heart to jump."

"Oh dad, you silly sausage. Look the other way whilst I get dressed, I am sure that you will see more later."

"Leo look after you in my absence?" What could I say, did I want dad to know?

"I was mostly in the shop dad, or the canteen, and when we were together, Leo was his usual annoying brother self." That was neither a yes nor a no.

The curry was as good as ever, a couple of poppadoms and a naan with some spicy rice really went down well.

"Crumbs Mica, they made that extra spicy."

I laughed, "well dad, if you are going to have a ring of fire, I guess that Antarctica is as good a place as any."

I think we both laughed at the thought of someone with curry bum plunging their nethers into the snow.

We hung around the film room for a while, but we had both seen The Avengers Assemble film too many times, it didn't really make us want to stay. Back in the room I turned to dad.

"Well then dad."

"Yes baby. Here we are again."

"At least we don't have to share with Leo."

"No, that would be awkward, because he wouldn't want to be left out."

"No dad, I don't suppose he would."

In fact I knew damn well he would not want to be left out. I tried to imagine the scenario, one in my fanny, where would the other go? My mouth, my bum, or sloppy seconds, and if sloppy seconds, how would they decide who went first. I had no doubts that the choice would not be down to me. I would just be the piece of meat they shagged.

"Baby, I missed you whilst I was at Murdoch."

"Did you share a room dad, was she nice?"

"Ha ha, no, only single rooms there and the women were nice, they were pleasant, but they were not sexy."

"Oh dad. Righty or lefty?"

"What?"

"Did you use your right hand or your left to release your pressures?"

He looked at me as if I were speaking swahili, and then he laughed.

"No baby, neither, I restrained myself."

I shrugged and smiled. I pulled my top off and then my bra. I peeled my pants down. They had only been on a couple of hours, they would easily do tomorrow. I had to replace the leading edge on a bulldozer blade tomorrow, so I was going to be getting all sweaty and covered in dust from gouging and welding. Yes, they would do another day.

"Oh baby girl," dad said.

I lay on the bed and watched as dad took off his vest and then his shorts. His dick was almost solid, just a little sag, I would soon take care of that. Dad sat on the bed and looked up and down me.

"Darn in daughter, you do have a fine body, so like your mum's."

Well, that is nice dad, but I am me, not mum and I am here now and she isn't.

"So dad, what are you going to do with this fine body? I am not seeing much action."

He leant over me and blew along my crease, a tickle when his breath reached my clit. He leant further forward and ran his tongue between my lips, rough on one side, smooth on the other, I felt the tickle in my crotch start. My legs parted and my lips spread a little further apart, dad's tongue pressing in deep, wiping the floor of my valley with its tip. The tickle of the rough and the smooth acting on my senses, befuddling me.

I settled back on the bed and closed my eyes. His tongue still in my valley, tasting me, so glad I showered, sucking at my clit and then an intermittent nibble bring my arousal levels up higher and higher. A finger, no two, pressed at my entrance, slipped past my opening and entered, waggling inside me, pressing the walls of my fanny apart as he ran his nose on my valley floor, and then pressed my button. I took a sharp breath, it was unintentional, but the contact with my clit sent my pulses racing and my fanny squeezing.

I knew I was gasping, and I knew I was breathing in, but not out. Electricity built in my groin and pulses of pleasure were waiting to launch. The fingers pushed in deep and then started a finger shag as dad's mouth surrounded and sucked my clit. A nibble and I was lost, my flood gates released and my orgasm exploded throughout my body and I gasped a long scream of relief as the pleasures shot in pulses around my body, attacking my nipples, waring with my toes, I was gone. My back was rigid, I couldn't move, spasming in my fanny and my crinkle squeezed shut. Dad rotated his fingers inside me and my orgasm faded, the pulses now just ripples, and brief pains replaced my pleasures as nerves returned to normal.

I lay there, sodden, wrecked, voided as fingers left me. Strangely so different to Leo, so much more satisfying. I opened my eyes to see dad crouching above me and felt his dick hovering at my entrance. His hand reached down, assured his position, and dad pushed. Slowly inch my inch he entered my body, his dick pressing open my walls, his foreskin rolling back, his rim scraping my insides like a trowel over a plasterers hawk.

He filled me, he had plumbed my depth, all he could do now was push the bottom of my fanny as far as it could go, there was no more, I was full, and his girth stretched my fanny from side to side and it felt magnificent. He began to withdraw and every ripple and bump inside me sent back messages telling me where he was, a feeling of emptiness replacing the fullness.

He hovered at my entrance, almost out, but not, and in a fast movement he pushed back in, filling me, expanding me, slamming into my depth, his balls hitting my thighs, his belly slapping against mine, the sound echoing through the air-conditioning, soon to be joined by my gasps as he shagged the senses out of his daughter.

Faster he went, harder he pushed. My crinkle tightened, my lungs strained as I gasped in more and more air, my grunts timed with his slaps, there was no mistake what we were doing. I wondered if the station gave us marks out of ten, and then I wondered no more, my back was arching, another was on its way, my breath was ready to explode, no softness now as dad pounded me.

I screamed loud and long, it caught me unawares, my fanny clamped hard on his dick, and my fingers scrabbled at the sheet. My eyes stared at nothing, I saw nothing but the stars exploding in my head, and I knew I had wet the bed, gushed at the moment of climax and as I came down I felt his dick spurting inside me, filling me, flooding my insides with his baby makers.