A very short Sci-fi incest story about a brother and Sister.
Primordial
It could have been called a primordial soup, a goop. Stuff that covered the surface of this small planet. But it wasn't. We had discovered this by now. It was made of little modules. Identical tiny stuff, neither hard nor soft. Weirdly in the shape of tops, spinning tops. Conical cones if that were not a tautology. Turning, spinning, undulating, forming shape and form. Together sculpting, well things. The bits were never alone and could not be separated. They were one organism. One wreathing thing that controlled this place.
We knew the stuff was alive and in fact intelligent. I had watched as one of our brave souls who had braved the soup, stepped out into the unknown. How it had taken her, held her aloft. It formed into ideas and shapes which she reported back were probably the inner thoughts of her mind, her desires. They were proto-erotic. The stuff stripped her of her suit. And carried her nakedness, explored her nakedness. Dare I say raped her nakedness. Only to reject her.
She tried to resist, but when she did the goop formed hard, solid and crushing, we could see she was like to bust. It was dangerous, capable stuff. Then it carried her almost lifeless back to her pod and deposited her back inside.
My sister and I had travelled in different pods. Did we have an age? Yes, but it was hard to calculate. In our planet years, the one we escaped from, they termed it in our twenties. But how long had passed in the intermediate suspended journey I had no idea. It mattered not, we were separated for genetic security reasons, in case one should perish.
I say pods, more ships inside, each with a crew and support. Now all our pods floated on this goop. Separated but in communication. The hope for resettlement forsaken. This place was our last and only hope.
We knew our minds were being interrogated by what was out there. It's like the soup-goop knew us and called individuals out. To resist was impossible. We watched as one by one settlers were called, explored and rejected.
"I think I'm next," my sister said over the monitor. "I can feel it." Her flaxen fair filled the frame of the monitor.
"Ev, no I couldn't bare it. "
The thought of seeing my sister stripped of her tight-forming suit. Naked and shamed for all to see. But privately, I knew it was for me to see. My hidden lusts were locked up in my mind. Lusts for the forbidden. Lust that wanted to take her purity by my purity. Virgins both, I had only imagined her naked form, never seen it. Not even growing up, such was the taboo of our race to the coupling of siblings.
"Well, you could come with me at the same time, Ad. That way you would be spared seeing my form exposed on the monitor. We could go together."
The idea hit home. Perhaps two would do what one had not. Then I felt it. The goop latched onto the idea. It was compulsion.
"Thanks, Sis, the stuff agrees, I can tell. We need to do this together."
Suddenly we had no choice. Our teams prepared us for the exit, sullen, resigned for yet another failed attempt to understand the destiny that called us to this planet.
Where my sister's pod was, I had no idea? Bereft of navigation, nor bearings, neutered by the magnetism of the stuff, we just knew we were in different places.
It was strange. Unworldly. To be somewhere and nowhere all at once. The soup spiralled up my form, caressing and holding. Exploring my body the moment I stepped out. As with the others, it began to tear apart my suit. It could not be said that the word tear was sufficient for the process. It was more that each active spinning top consumed the clothing and broke it down into its elements. Carbon and oxygen, all the rare elements embedded in the threads but fragments falling through the goop to who knows where.
I was not standing but held up. But I knew I was now naked, exposed and ashamed. My youthful form now clearly displayed on every monitor in every pod. I knew also, but could not see, that my sister Ev, was suffering the same humiliation. The stuff caressed my skin. God, it was exhilarating. My flesh tingled with desire. I looked down to see them form around my penis. I felt it rhythmically stimulate my sex as I had done. It read my mind, it knew of the secret times I had self-harmed, my embarrassment of need, and overcoming the taboo of masturbation. Now all could see I was a secret masturbator. I groaned in the pleasure the goop now gave me. In my desperation to withhold my darkest secret, I had been exposed. The pictures in my mind now played in physical form before me. The goop taking on the forms of my imaginings. My sister's form appeared in its shape painting of my mind. Her breasts formed in spinning tops, naked and bared, it filled my desires.
My cock was now rampant and throbbing my need. It jacked me off but I knew, deep down, I could not cum. It, the goop, kept me there, edged me as it played my favourite scenes from my spank bank. All my imaginings now life actioned on the space around me. God, I had a corrupt and wicked depraved mind. My guilt was before me, laid out. I struggled with my mind.
It knew the scenario where I took my sister on the learning table, her legs splayed and on display, her inner sex revealed before I drove my penis home taking her blood with me, spilling on my homework.
Then it was the shower scene, our lips devouring our souls, as I thrust past her virgin barrier against the warm wet tiles of our bathroom.
Strange, as they played out, it was clear she was always a virgin and it was also always my first time, our first time. There was never a second time, or an imagined future in my spank back. Just me deflowering my beautiful sister.
I felt the soup bare me up, take me, as it caressed my abs, played with my pecs and licked at my balls. I locked my sphincter down in surprise as it penetrated my arse to play around with my prostrate. Cruelly I could not cum, but my sexual excitement built up in my balls. The stuff licked at my precum and then followed it down into my urethra. It was pleasurable torture as it tubed itself to play in my sperm on the inside of my scrotal sack. It was like it was analysing, cleansing, and preparing the way for release.
