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Journal Entry 031/0477
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Journal Entry 031/0477
I felt a soft, furry cheek against mine, and woke to the familiar
sensation of P'nyssa's lips against mine. "Hi," I said in a soft croak.
"Hello," she said, quietly. "How are you feeling?"
I stretched and felt the limits of my just-awakened body assert
themselves. "I feel like I just woke up," I said quietly. Somewhere in
the back of my head I heard a sound, like water running in the sink. It
suddenly dawned on me that P'raine was in the bathroom. "P'nyssa...
about last night."
"Hmm?" She said, sliding off the edge of the bed and opening the
blinds.
"I can't."
"Can't what?" she asked.
"I can't sleep with P'raine."
"Why not?" she asked, genuine emotion in her voice.
"P'nyssa, we are talking about the girl whose diapers I changed.
We are talking about the girl who first called me 'Vava.' We are
talking about P'raine, who cried in my arms at her sixth birthday
because no boys showed up. We are talking about our daughter, for Set's
sake. Not my adoptive daughter, not my foster daughter, but yours and
my child. We're talking about P'raine."
"We're also talking about the child who cried in your arms when her
brother hit her; Her brother, your son, who you had no objection to last
night."
"That was last night; that was after the fact, anyway."
"You still didn't have any objections to it."
"Just because I didn't say..."
"Ken, you are talking to a telepath. Not to mention your lover of
the past couple hundred years. I know you.
"You know what your problem is?" she continued. "Your problem is
that after Osiris knows how long, you still think of women as people you
get something from. See, I know how you think."
"Oh, you do, do you?"
"Yes. Look, every time you get into bed with some new woman, you
think of it as a victory. A lot of men I've met have got that
mentality; your particular problem is that you know you no longer need
to prove yourself; you just like lovemaking. But you still feel guilty
about it because you think you wrest something from women. With men,
it's different, because, particular kinks aside, you know you're
thinking alike. Women, you can't be sure about. Well trust me; I fuck
you because I like it, and I like you, and there's no two ways about it.
Besides," she said, smiling, "you're good."
I grimaced. "She's still my daughter."
"And around here, according to the way you live, getting into bed
and making someone feel good is the way you show someone you like them,
especially if you love them."
"She can send me card."
P'nyssa sighed, exasperated. "It's not going to work that way.
Ken, you are going to get out of bed, go into the shower, and the three
of us are going to get clean, then get dirty, then get clean again."
She walked around the edge of the bed and grabbed my arm, tugging me
along.
"Come on," she said. I shook my head, but she tugged, and finally
I relented. If this is what they wanted, I guess. She dragged me into
the bathroom, threw open the shower stall. There was a squeal from
inside, and a second as I was unceremoniously thrown in with P'raine.
"Hi, kiddo," I said.
"Daddy!" she squealed again, wrapping her tens around me tightly.
"I'm so glad you came in. Mom!" she said again, reaching out with her
nearer ten and dragging P'nyssa into the party. She giggled brightly.
"P'raine," I said, "How old are you? Your old man seems to have
forgotten."
"I'm two hundred twelve, Dad, and you know it. You send me a card
every year, no matter where in the universe I am."
"You mean Dave tells me he's sent you card."
"Is that how it works? I wondered where you found the time for all
that writing." She laughed again. She turned and grabbed a handful of
the liquid soap we use (with a furry in the household, you think I could
use bar soap?) and proceeded to rub it all into my chest. "Do me," she
said. I responded cautiously, taking the soap and carefully scratching
it under her fur, trying to clean her pelt. I felt very self-conscious,
avoiding her breasts as I rubbed the soap along her sides and belly. I
felt P'nyssa's hands rubbing my back. "Daddy," P'raine said, "get all
of me clean." I shrugged my shoulders in the thick steam and rubbed the
soap into her breasts. It felt wonderful, and I was definitely
beginning to lose my inhibitions as my thumbs circled and caressed her
nipples. Gods, P'raine, you are as beautiful as your mother. I
realized that I wanted her. I also thought I would feel guilty as Hell
about it if I did.
She turned around I rubbed her back, my hands caressing and
massaging the thick soap against her butt, her thighs. I kneeled on the
floor of the shower and rubbed it into her thighs. I could feel P'nyssa
leaning over me, apparently doing P'raine's hair, the longer, darker
(harder to clean) strands of fur that streamed out from the top of her
head. I smiled and rubbed the sweet-smelling soap in between my
daughters toes, working my way up. I figured that P'raine was at least
as fastidious as her mother, and this was as good time as any to find
out if all three of us were in agreement; with a good lather on my hands
I ran my fingers through Rainy's cunt, getting first between the majora,
then the minora labia, thoroughly cleaning her and finally running up
the crack of her ass. She giggled, but was otherwise cool about my
hand, so I guess I did the right thing.
I stood up and put my arms around P'raine, hugging her. "I love
you, kiddo," I said.
"I love you too, Dad." I smiled and kissed her neck warmly. She
leaned her head against me. "Hey," she said, "let's do Mom." I laughed
in agreement and the two of us teamed up to clean P'nyssa, washing her.
This time P'raine got to wash P'nyssa's cunt. P'nyssa sat down for
that, and I couldn't help but laugh at the look of intense concentration
Rainy gave her job.
We got out and dried off, thick towels absorbing most of the water
out of our respective furs and skin. I brushed back what remained of my
hair, and the three of us dressed. Dave still had some clothes left
over from when Rainy was living with us, but P'raine complained that
they were, and I quote, "so out of style," that she called her own local
AI and had some of her own clothes sent over. Personally I couldn't see
the difference between the ones she sent for and the ones Dave had
offered, but then I haven't really changed the style of clothing I wear
in several centuries. Why bother? I guess that's why P'nyssa always
pick my clothes out for me when we go public.
We went upstairs and had breakfast, steak and eggs. P'nyssa
excused herself by saying "Work, goodbye you two," and disappeared out
the door, leaving me alone with my daughter.
"So," I said, "How is my favorite daughter?"
"Your only daughter, Uncle Rael notwithstanding," she chided.
"Okay, my only daughter."
Between bites of toast she said, with her mouth full, "Mom said you
might be uncomfortable with me. How come?"
I shrugged. "I dunno. Think about how I was raised."
"How were you raised?" she asked.
"On Earth. Son of a rather insular, powerful family. Knew too
much by the time I was twelve, too little by the time I was fourteen.
You know how Earth was back then."
She nodded. "I took a class in Terran history, especially the part
you grew up in."
"That seems to be a particularily popular class with people who are
trying to figure me out. And it seems to me that you're in a
particularily privileged position to try. Are you?"
"Am I what?" she said, again with her mouth full.
"Going to write about figuring me out?"
"Nope."
"Good."
There was silence for a while, and she said "I love you, Daddy."
"Rainy, I love you too. I always have, and Gods willing, I always
will."
"Do you love me more than Richard, or less?"
"That's a mean question. I thought children eventually outgrew
it."
"I still want to hear your answer."
"How about, I love you two different."
She nodded. "I expected that answer." She seemed genuinely
pleased with the conversation, although it was making me most
uncomfortable. She looked out the window and said, "Can we do something
together?"
"Like?"
"Oh, I don't know. Play a game, cards, chess. Go motorcycling."
"You ride a motorcycle?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah. A real 'Icehog.'" I looked at her stunned.
"How big?" I asked.
"800 cc."
I stared at her dumbfounded. "P'raine, if it falls over, how will
you ever stand it up?" I asked.
"With help," she said. I laughed.
"Okay, we'll go riding. I'll even take lunch." She smiled.
We packed lunch for two and planned a route that would take us out
of the way of most villages, although eventually it would take us
straight through the town of Rocchodain. We descended down from the
Castle and walked along the pathway away from the lagoon towards the rim
of the crater and the long dark tunnel towards the motorpool. There we
found her Harley and, compared to hers, my toy. I whistled in
appreciation at this thing she rode. It must have weighed nearly four
hundred kilos, and was in tip top shape.
"You must have replaced most of the parts with hullmetal
equivalents over the years," I said.
"Hard to get around that," she said. "Parts wear out. The worst
part is trying to find new gasket rings and insulation, but I found a
guy near the Arc who keeps track of parts for people with Icehogs and
makes equivalents." I nodded.
"How does it ride with the pollution-controls?" I asked.
"Depends. If it's throttled too high, the PC will overcompensate
and create a vacuum. Have to be careful the engine doesn't get away
from you. Trying to throttle down too fast and it tends to stall. PC
throttles down on its own way too quick. And releasing the clutch when
that happens is a complete disaster. Right now, though, I've got it
tuned right, I think." She smiled.
"Let's go." She kicked her bike to life in two kicks, while my
Pendor-made Jialani whirred up on it's own. She made a lot of noise;
the Jialani whirred. She roared out of the motorpool. One thing I like
about Jialani's, though, is traction and acceleration. I shot out like
a bullet, thankful for the plasform backwall of the bike's seat that
held me in place and shoved me along. We were soon riding side by side,
and she smiled at me. I smiled back.
We roared along the 'March, the longest single road on all Pendor,
for about an hour, each of us speeding up until we were well over
160kph, roaring down the highway. She looked wonderful in her black
leather jacket with the streamers of loose leather flowing behind her, a
good feminine biker's jacket, I suppose. We headed for the mountainside
that we had agreed upon as our lunch site, and when we reached the place
where our path left the road, I went first. Jialani's aren't
motorcycles, not really. They've got two wheels, but they've also got a
lot of gravitics. I went up the mountain at full speed, heedless of the
trees as the autododge routines routed me around them and over logs and
boulders in my way.
P'raine made her own way up the path, carefully powering her Harley
around the trees and picking her way up to me. By the time she got
there I had the picnic blanket laid out and the food ready. She shut
down the engine, took out the key and said, "Wimp."
"Oh, come on," I said. "You ride that thing only because it makes
a great vibrator." I do NOT believe I just said that to my own
daughter.
She smiled and replied "Why else do women own motorcycles?"
I laughed. She joined me.
From where we were we had a magnificent view of the forest and
mountains towards the west. There was still snow capped on some. One
of the reasons I like this site is that it's one of the few places where
you can actually see the curvature of the ring, if you look hard enough.
The air is crisp and clear, bracing, and the cragged range extends for
hundreds of klicks. It's beautiful. She leaned over and kissed me,
then took off her jacket. She was naked under it, and her breasts,
which were larger than P'nyssa's, swayed in their freedom. I reached
out impulsively and stroked one. She cooed softly and said, "Lunch,
first?"
I agreed, and handed her an egg salad. She bit into it with real
hunger and I watched her down it quickly, washing it down with ale.
"Hungry, aren't you?"
"For all sorts of things."
I laughed. "Do you realize, Rainy, that of all the bad habits your
mother and I tried to rid from you, you still have one of the worst?"
"I still talk with my mouth full, right?"
"Right."
She shrugged. "I've tried to break myself of it, too. Its just
that I seem to need to say things when I'm eating."
"Seems to me you could use telepathy."
"That's Mom's skill. That and her specialties. I ended up being
nothing."
"Oh come on, Rainy. That's not true. According to my sources,
your one of the best damn PAS in the business."
"I know. But that doesn't help me, Dad, when I know that I'm a
minority among my kind. Do you realize that only a very small minority
of Tindals have no psi at all? And that, percentage-wise, they have the
highest suicide rate on all Pendor?"
I nodded. These were all sad numbers to me. "But, Rainy, that
doesn't mean you have to get upset over it."
"Why not?" she asked, calmly. Her emotion was more intense
discussing her bike.
"Because you're still useful, sweetheart. And you don't have to be
useful to be of value. Look at me."
"Ha ha. Very funny."
"No, I'm serious. Look at you. Independant scout, powered armor
expert. Little Rainy, the warrior, while your brother lolls about."
"Richard does not loll about."
"Okay, Richard does more than his fair share of work. In the hands
of an inspired architect, Richard and his partner- " I searched for the
name.
"Mikhail."
"Right, Mikhail. They do incredible work. I just saw the restored
Temple at Parnassas. Awesome. But you put your life on the line. You
spend time on other worlds. While I, I do loll about. I haven't done
anything new in a couple of centuries. No new species. No new
projects."
"What about that new one?"
"What? The Nimer? Just an idea, really. I've been having trouble
with the sentience-size relation anyway. I doubt I could build a
reasonable species only a meter tall."
"See? I know better than anybody else just how ordinary you are,
Father, but I also know that nobody can really compare what you do to
what anyone else does."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence." I said.
"Your welcome," she said, again with her mouth full. I laughed,
and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
A few hours later, we rolled into Rocchodain on schedule and asked
the innkeeper we found there if he had a spare room. We must have
looked like a terrifying lot, covered with the road and the wind, not
the clean and comfortable people who teleport in over the local SDisk.
We thanked him for the room and walked up the creaky wooden steps
to our room. It was spacious and comfortable, and it had to be... the
bed looked like it was made for six people, not two. It was huge!
"What would anyone ever do with such a huge bed?"
"Have an orgy?" Rainy suggested. I gave her a cockeyed look. She
laughed and said "I'll take a bath first. The tubs not big enough for
two."
"Rainy, Shirow can be big enough for two." She laughed again, and
disappeared into the bathroom. I heard water running, and occupied my
time with a book.
She came out after about half an hour, looking much cleaner, and
when she stretched her tens over her head she arched her back so sexily
I almost split my jeans. She turned her back to me to open her
saddlebags, and I couldn't resist lightly running my hand down the crack
of her ass. She squealed.
We dressed and went downstairs, to the smoky and ill-lit tavern
under the inn. Rocchodain had been the earliest Centaur village, and
the age of the material showed in everything, as did the crude
construction, and the guests did their bests to stay with the mood.
They were a cheerful lot, but a bit outre' in their garb. And garb is a
good word for it. We sat at a table and the barmaid took our orders.
Someone punched buttons on the jukebox, and when the music came up,
Rainy groaned aloud.
"What's wrong, sweetheart? Don't like P'rose's singing?" I said.
P'rose, P'nyssa's middle daughter before me, has a successful career in
a 'rock' band.
"Dad, I like P'rose. I really do. But this is not rock'n'roll."
"Oh, come on, Rainy, 'Tell Me Can Your Heart Dance?' is a cute
song. Besides, it's dance-club music. It's not supposed to be
profound."
She nodded as the barmaid brought our food. I'd ordered prime rib,
since that's what the maid recommended, and I tend to go with recommend-
ations. It wasn't bad, and Rainy seemed to be enjoying her meal as
well.
We danced for a while, which wasn't easy in the crowd, especially
since there were quite a number of Centaurs on the floor. But we found
space, and held each other close, and touched each other. I felt close
to her, and while sex wasn't the farthest thing on my mind, it had been
pushed down the stack a bit by feeling more friendly and familial.
We retired to our room, and I got into the enormous bed, making my
way across it to the far side. She sat down on it and made her way over
to me. I sat up opposite her and looked into her eyes. She looked
back, and then at my hands as I reached up and around her back to unzip
her dress. She closed her eyes at my touch as I pulled the dress off of
her shoulders and down to her waist. Her mittens came up and she pulled
my shirt off. I raised my arms above my head to help her, and as she
pulled she leaned closer to me, until our faces were mere cents apart
and I leaned into her and kissed her. She kissed back, her mouth closed
at first, but opening almost immediately on contact. Our tongues met.
I pressed my open palm against her tit, feeling her nipple harden
as the texture of my palm slid over it. For a few moments I was
entranced by the feeling of my daughter's nipple getting so hard, and I
loved the feeling of it's hardness sliding over the variable space of my
hand. She laughed, and I began to move back and forth between her
breast, caressing each one. They aren't exceptionally large, but like
her mother's, they were extremely soft and caressable. I leaned over to
take a nipple into my mouth, and she cooed again as I did, her mittens
searching for and then tweaking my nipples in response.
I sat back up and said, "Why don't we get undressed?"
"Sounds like a good idea to me." We sat back and stripped off the
rest of our clothing, throwing it off the bed. She sprang onto me,
pushing me back against the bed, her lips upon mine. I responded fully,
taking her tongue into my mouth and thrusting mine into hers, my hands
wrapped around her and squeezing her well-defined ass.
She kissed her way down my throat, and little explosions went off
in my head as she bit me every step on her way down, larger ones when
she attacked my nipples. She made her way further down, still nipping,
and when she reached my cock she passed it and took my balls into her
mouth, sucking them. Painful little sensations reached me, but they
only excited me further. I wanted to eat her, but she wanted to eat me
first, and she had the advantage. She took the head of my cock into her
mouth and her teeth closed on it threateningly. She didn't bite, but
instead eased the entire length of my penis down her throat, taking it
with gusto, and she began to stroke back and forth, her eyes closed.
She was relentless, sucking me with her mouth, exerting herself further
and further. "Oh, Rainy," I groaned in response. "Please," I said.
But she stopped, damn her. She swung and straddled my head with
her legs, her cunt cents from my face, and lowered herself onto my
mouth. I dove in with the force she had shown me, licking her cunt hot
and fast. Her cunt was already sopping wet, and her juices dripped down
my cheeks as I surrounded her clit with my lips and tongue. She moaned
in pleasure, and I reached up with both arms to grab her buttocks,
running my fingers against the grain of her fur, thrusting a questing
finger against her little brown hole just at the top edge of my vision.
She moaned louder, and I took that as a cue, sliding my finger down into
her cunt for a little wetness before sliding it against her anus and
into her. She let a little high-pitched "uh" escape her as I did, and
almost immediately she collapsed onto my body, her body shaking in
orgasm. I craned my head up against her cunt, still trying to get at
her clit which was just barely out of reach. She pushed back and let me
at it, and as I licked her pussy she clamped her tens tight against my
hips and screamed with release again.
I lay my head back against the pillow; that position is tiring
quickly. "Wow," I said.
She rolled off of me; I turned to look at her and it looked like
her eyes were on fire. The look and my hard cock conspired, and made a
decision... I turned over and leapt upon her the way she had me, and in
one quick plunge I was inside her. She opened her eyes as I did and
said "Yeah... Fuck me." I complied.
My cock was surrounded by her warmth and her slickness, and I
fucked her into the core of her body. I wanted to ravish her, but after
her incredible fellatio, I didn't know how long I'd last.
But I managed to stave off orgasm, and as it crested it seemed to
also fall away, almost frustrating. I slowed down and lay supine over
her, pumping into her slowly, and she said "Daddy? Would you like it if
I turned over?"
"Do you want to?"
"Yeah," she said with an impish tone. I laughed and rose off of
her, and she turned over onto her knees. I got in behind her and was
ready to thrust into her when she said "Not like that. My ass."
"You serious?"
"Yeah. Do my ass, Daddy." I shook my head and aimed my cock for
her asshole, and pushed gently against her, but she would have none of
that; she shoved back, taking the length of my cock into her in one hard
push.
Her ass was incredibly tight, and hot, and it seemed to suck me in.
"Fuck me, hard!" she commanded. I grabbed her hips and shoved in hard,
then pulled out and jabbed back in again. She groaned again, and I
pushed into her, fucking her asshole mercilessly. Gods, she was good,
and her breath was ragged. Her head was turned to the side against the
pillow, and as my cock ravaged her blue-furred buttocks I could see her
eyes were screwed shut tight. She held her breath, then exploded in
orgasm.
My balls tightened in response, and I could feel the orgasm
emanating from my cockhead to my entire body, and as I pumped her ass
viciously and relentlessly I screamed when I finally exploded into her,
releasing my come into her.
I gave a few, final thrusts, and then I slid out of her, crawling
so I could be face to face with her as she collapsed with me onto the
bed. "Did I do good?" I said, jokingly.
"Oh, Daddy, you were wonderful. Did I do good, too?"
"Sweetheart, you were great. You were perfect." I was still
gasping. We settled into bed, and pulled the covers over us; it was
still early Spring, and this inn seemed to not have heat. I heard her
mumur, "Happy birthday, Daddy," and she was fast asleep. As we cuddled
close, I noted that it took a long time for my heart to stop pounding.
The next day we rode back to the Castle and P'nyssa. She greeted
us warmly and ushered us off to the shower, where we cleaned up
together, laughing and playing. We had a small family dinner, just the
three of us, and Rainy bid us farewell, for a while. She was shipping
out on the Oikemen in three days for a research project "zillions of
light years away."
I kissed her goodbye and said "Take care."
"I will."
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