Note: This episode turned out to be longer than I anticipated. It continues immediately in part 4B. (All characters are at least 18 years of age.)
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Emma and her Gramps had driven the last 8 miles to his cabin in 4 wheel drive. The snowpack was deep, and it was -10 degrees Fahrenheit when they arrived after dark. They had talked very little as they both fought the attraction to each other. The nanite induced feelings so strong that it was all Emma could do to stop herself from jumping on Stephen right there in the truck.
Emma was more bored than tired from the long drive, but Stephen and his granddaughter had a lot of work to do before they could relax.
Stephen had over 40 Siberian Huskies in the dog yard, and each one of them needed to be fed and watered. Fresh straw distributed into each dog house and of course, giving them some love. Picking up frozen dog crap would have to wait until the next day.
The dog pack howled their greetings to their master. Each one on a chain by his or her house. With snouts raised to the sky singing the songs of their people. It made Emma shiver hearing them, there was something mysterious about their songs. It was if they knew about things that humans would never understand. It indeed was the call of the wild to hear.
Emma had always loved the huskies. She went to greet them with their wagging fluffy tails. They were so full of love, and their bright blue eyes seemed to look into her very soul. Emma didn't even notice the temperature. She felt comfortable even in just a T-shirt. Stephen had his coat on and wondered how Emma could stand it.
Stephen didn't know it, but his nanites were not yet at full strength even though they had been replicating non-stop.
"They look fine," Stephen told Emma as they walked through the yard, stopping to give some love to each and every dog.
"Great, I'd say!"
"Tomorrow we run them, I'm sure they need it by now."
"I can't wait!"
"First, let's get them fed and bedded down. We don't eat until after the dogs are taken care of first."
"Of course."
Emma already knew about the rules. Dogs' first was the musher's creed. She and Jenny had both learned how to drive dogs when younger. Emma had more experience, but Jenny could hold her own. They had both learned that when you were mushing in the wilderness, your life often depended on the dogs. The dogs were often the difference between life and death. They were the most essential thing a musher had. To not take care of them the best you could, might turn out to be the very reason you died.
It took two hours before the needs of every dog were satisfied. Hauling buckets of water and bales of hay left Emma sweaty and dirty in spite of the temperature. When they finally went inside the small log cabin, she needed a shower.
Stephen busied himself with getting a fire started in the wood stove as Emma unpacked her suitcase in one corner of the room. The log cabin had one large room that was a combination bedroom, kitchen, and living room with a small sofa. There also was a bathroom in the back that had a small shower.
Emma was thankful that It wasn't so remote that it didn't have electricity and propane gas, and a well provided the water supply.
Emma looked at the canned goods stacked on shelves along the kitchen wall, "You want something to eat?"
Confident the fire would keep going, Stephen replied, "Sure, I think there is some chili up there."
"That does sound good," Emma replied, "I'm starved!"
Emma dumped the canned chili in a small pot and put it on the little gas stove to heat.
"I think I'll grab a quick shower while you cook."
"Sure, make the woman do the cooking!"
Stephen laughed, "It's not that hard to heat chili," and went in the bathroom and shut the door.
Emma was starving and finished a bowl of chili before Stephen came out with just boxers on. She liked his looks grey hair didn't matter to her. What mattered the most was that he was chosen just like her. Emma wanted him badly, and she could tell by the way he looked at her that he was thinking the same thing.
Stephen got a bowl of chili and pulled out a bottle of whiskey from behind the oatmeal on the shelf.
"You want a belt?"
"Sure!"
Emma downed a shot that burned its way to the bottom of her stomach.
"My turn in the shower," She told him as he worked on devouring his soup.
"Mmm, mm!" He motioned with one hand and kept eating.
Emma stripped down to bare skin and saw herself in the polished metal mirror. Her boobs were undoubtedly bigger. In fact, her 34b bra looked more like a bikini top than a bra when she had it on. She ran her fingers over nipples that seem bigger around, and they started to get hard. She teased them into big hardpoints that stuck out at least a half-inch.
"Damn!" Emma thought, loving how sensitive they were beside liking the new look she thought she'd never have. She looked thinner if that was possible. Still, instead of being trim, she could see her muscles starting to show like a pure bread animal that worked for a living or maybe a bodybuilder on a special diet.
Emma was purebred by the Chosen DNA standards. Both her and Jenny were in the top five of the 500 female humans scheduled to depart earth. They would be the first to breed, and their bodies were being genetically engineered to attract males of any species.
Emma turned and looked at her butt that was as round as a dinner plate but stuck out in almost a perfect dome shape. Even her labia felt larger like she'd just had sex. She saw Stephens wet towel hanging on the shower door, and she picked it up.
She smelled his scent and rubbed the towel over her nipples and then her crotch. The few nanites that hadn't shut off yet met her skin and immediately soaked into it. They began to meet her nanites, and that excited them into a frenzy of the data uploads and re-writes. She rubbed the wet towel on her clit and got an even bigger thrill as it became excited with nanites.
By the time Emma was finished with her shower, the whiskey had done its work. Her whole body tingled as the pissed off nanites worked hard to eliminate the alcohol from her system along with the nanites, slowly exchanging data. It was a long slow process with so few, but she was becoming increasingly horny.
By the time she'd dried off and put on her robe, her vagina was wet and slippery. Her labia fat and ready for sex.
"Jesus, I'm so fucking horny!" She thought and headed out to find Stephen.
When Emma came out in just her robe, the room was dark except for the firelight coming out of the glass door on the woodburning stove. The lump under the blankets was her gramps, and there wasn't another bed.
It didn't matter to Emma; they'd both known that they would be sleeping together tonight, and it had never been mentioned. Emma dropped her robe at the side of the bed and stretched, reaching for the ceiling with both hands. It was a site not lost on Stephen as he watched her naked form in the dancing glow of the fire.
His penis stirred as he looked at her, Emma reminded him so much of Julie when she was that age, and he was not about to let his desire be checked by guilt any longer. He wanted her badly, and his cock had hardened almost as soon as he'd seen her naked.
Emma pulled back the blankets and crawled in beside him.
"Hey, you still awake?" She asked.
"Yes, just waiting for you."
"For what?"
"I think you know that already," Stephen answered and pulled her naked body next to his.
"Mmmmm," Emma replied and reached for his cock.
They began kissing as Emma stroked his nice hard cock. In return, Stephen began to caress her pussy with one hand as the kissing got more intense.
Suddenly Emma pulled the covers back and crawled up on top of Stephen with her head in his crotch. She took the tip of his cock in her mouth as she settled her wet pussy on his face. Stephen began to lick and suck on her tasty, hairless cootch.
Stephen was full of lust for his granddaughter, and her sucking on the tip of his penis wasn't helping control his urges. Her pussy was so swollen and wet that his chin and lips were soaked with her juices. The tip of his penis began to tingle as her nanites seeped through his skin. His tongue and lips were also beginning to tingle, but that didn't stop him.
Emma could taste the pre-cum leaking from Stephen's cock into her mouth. It made the inside of her mouth and tongue tingle, and she wanted more. She needed more, she needed him inside her, and the urge drove her to release his cock from her mouth and spin around.
Emma walked forward on her knees as Stephen slid back towards the foot of the bed. When positioned directly under her, she lowered her pussy to his mouth and began to rub it on his nose, lips, and chin.
She could feel his tongue in her slit and even the tip of it poking into her vagina as she kept rubbing him and moaning slightly. She needed to cum and gripped the headboard with both hands as she worked herself up to an orgasm.
Stephen grabbed her perfect little ass with both hands. Spreading her butt cheeks apart to tease her anus, and then tongue fucked her dripping hot opening to her vagina.
"Ooooh, GOD!" Emma groaned and slid down so that the tip of his nose rubbed her clit.
It was like the nanites in her body all sparked at once and sent her into an orgasm.
"AHHHHhhhhhhhh!" Emma screamed as her body convulsed.
Then without warning, she let out three hard squirts like she was peeing. It shot into the back of Stephen's throat, and he swallowed it or would have drowned. Stephen had been surprised, and he could feel the heat as it went down his throat like a shot of 100 proof whiskey. It left a funny metallic taste in his mouth because it was saturated with nanites. Emma quickly turned around to straddle his hips. Holding his rock hard dick and guiding it to her wet pussy.
"OH GOD That feels so FUCKING GOOD!" She groaned as she took his entire length up inside her body.
"OH, JESUS!" Stephen groaned as Emma's hot slippery vagina swallowed his entire cock.
Then the phage began to boil first in his stomach as Emma started to hump him fast and hard. She leaned down over him, and her hard nipples brushed his chest hair.
"FUCK ME!" She told him with little light specks dancing in her eyes, "I want to feel your cum in me!"
