Lust from Space!

"Mmhmm," Lucy didn't sound convincing.

"Hey," Sara said seriously, rolling Lucy over to face her. The girl's face was a scramble of emotion, and Sara rubbed a tear from her soft cheek with a thumb. "Oh, hey hey hey," she said, hugging the girl.

"Why?" Lucy managed, whispering into Sara's neck.

"Why what?" Sara asked.

"You made them fuck my ass," she said, hurt.

Sara's heart nearly stopped. Had she? She hadn't expected it, but anal sex had felt surprisingly good. There was something about the mixture of pleasure and pain that drove her wild. It hadn't occurred to her in the moment that it may have been too much for her little sister. She had encouraged her parents to continue, and Lucy had gotten the worst of it. Apparently, she had been quiet for some time as all this was registering, and Lucy looked up and met her eyes. "I'm so sorry!" Sara said. "I-"

"I know," Lucy said. "You got lost in the moment."

"That's no excuse," Sara said, starting to scoot back from her sister. Lucy wrapped her arms around her, though, and pulled her even closer until their noses almost touched.

"In this place?" she asked rhetorically. "Please, sis. This place was designed to get us lost in the moment."

"But we raped you," Sara said, feeling a tear welling up from her own eye. Lucy brushed it away.

Lucy offered a lopsided little smile. Sara looked at her incredulously. "I mean, I kinda did want to try, but I think you guys went too hard. I mean look at me." Sara took in her sister's naked body. Petite and pale, it was no wonder the girl needed a softer introduction. "You did it again."

"Did what again?"

"Licked your lips," Lucy said. "Every time you check me out, you lick your lips."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. I love that you want me."

"No," Sara said. "I mean for hurting you. I want to make it up to you. You can do anything you want to me."

"I know," Lucy said, putting a predatory gleam in her eye for a second longer than made Sara feel comfortable. "Now that we're stuck here, I have all the time in the world to punish you, but I don't think there's a thing I could do to you that you wouldn't like." Sara thought about it for a second and gave an accepting shrug. "So, maybe we could just go soak in the pool for a bit?"

"That sounds like a plan," Sara said. She looked over at her parents, who were still recovering. "Hey," she said to them. "We're going to go soak in the pool. Why don't you join us?"

"That sounds like a great idea," Don said. "Go ahead. We'll follow you in just a minute."

Sara stood, feeling a little sore but none the worse for wear, and helped Lucy up, who definitely walked with a bit of a bow-legged wobble. They slipped through the leafy curtain and eased themselves into the pool. Instantly, they felt the cleansing nature of the unique waters. The soreness from their very first ass fucking began to fade, and a soothing calm entered their bodies. Lucy sighed audibly and pushed off the edge and floated on her back in the middle of the pool. Sara joined her, took her hand, and together, they floated silently, their minds partially linked through the water. Sara could sense how rough they had been on her sister. Lucy was good at hiding her feelings outwardly, but there was no disguising them here. Sara could also feel how much Lucy loved her, and wondered why she'd been hiding those feelings as well. As best she could, she sent loving, soothing thoughts toward her sister, and gradually Lucy's mind began to relax enough that the girl sent back thoughts in return. At first, the thoughts were rough and disorganized, a jumble of pain and frustration from having her ass so thoroughly reamed. Sara took a chance and shared her experience, and could feel as Lucy felt what it was like to enjoy anal sex. After a while, though, the shared emotions moved from the immediate to the future. Their subconscious minds swirled around each other, blending, chasing, and teasing-leading each other in directions that made their real flesh prickle.

Suddenly, their sensed tingled and they roused themselves from their link, looking up in time to see their parents come through the leafy curtain. "Come on in!" Lucy chimed, her demeanor dramatically changed. "The water's nice and cool." Maggie dipped her toe in and withdrew it quickly. After the jungle humidity and the intense fucking, the water should have felt nice, but instead it felt ice cold. "Come on!" Lucy said, and splashed at them.

"Hey now!" their father said sternly. "No roughhousing. You don't know how this place will react to that." The girls didn't believe that for a second, but after the whipping and ass fucking, they went obediently quiet. "See?" he said to their mother, putting his arms around her. "Obedient little sluts." But before anyone could fully react to that, he called, "Timber!!" And toppled like a felled tree into the pool, dragging Maggie with him. They hit the water with a huge splash and the girls shrieked as the resulting wave crashed into them.

Their parents were under for a while, and the girls regarded each other as they treaded water. For an instant, they could feel their parents' thoughts probing their minds. "Do you feel that?" Sara whispered. Lucy nodded. "Are they inside?" Lucy shook her head. A moment later, Don and Maggie popped to the surface.

"Wow!" Maggie said. "That's incredible!"

"Did you know about this?" Don asked, still processing his experience.

"We were going to show you," Sara said, "but you seemed to have discovered it on your own."

"That," Maggie said to Lucy, matter-of-factly, "was telepathy. Is that what your sister meant by stealing memories?"

"It is," Lucy said, a guilty tinge to her voice. "It's hard for me to resist that kind of thing."

"It's cool," Sara said reassuringly. "Reliving a memory is different than just remembering it. It wasn't really stealing. I just wasn't ready for it."

"Tell me about it," Don said sourly. This raised his girls' eyebrows as they wondered exactly what he had been unwittingly forced to relive.

"So are you going to tell us about it?" Lucy asked, uncharacteristically blunt. Sara shot her a confused look. "What?" she asked. "We're going to find out eventually. If it's a door you don't want us to open, I think we need to know what it looks like." She realized that her family was staring at her strangely. "Right?"

"Sweetie," Maggie said. "What-?"

"Stop looking at me like that!" Lucy complained. "You," she said, addressing her mother. "Of all people, you should understand. How did you tap into dad's memory?"

"It just sort of happened," Maggie said, a look of scientific curiosity replacing the one of suspicion and fear. "Are you saying you can control it?"

"Yes!" she said. "And don't give me that look either. I'm not a freak."

"Sweetie," Maggie said, trying to calm her daughter. "Of course you're not a freak! This is just a bit unusual."

Lucy's eye twitched. "Unusual?" she scoffed. "I just got butt fucked by a tree."

Sara snorted back a laugh, which petered out into a snickering giggle. "Ok, ok," she said, grinning, still trying not to burst out laughing. "So why don't you show us?"

"Show you?"

"Yeah," Sara said. "If we can share thoughts and jump into each other's memories, it should be a cinch."

Lucy thought about this for a moment. This, she knew, would mean letting them into her head with unfettered access to her most private thoughts. "Ok," she said, and then performed a little mental exercise that helped her hide and lock down thoughts and emotions that might get her in trouble. "Ready."

"Time gets pretty distorted," Sara said to their parents. "You might want to take a deep breath."

"Sara," Lucy said. "Can we use your mind as practice? We're going to need a place to go."

"Ugh, ok," Sara said, not really wanting to think of her mind as an open house.

"One..." Lucy counted. Last minute looks were exchanged. "Two..." The family took big breaths. "Three."

Underwater, Lucy instantly felt her mind detach from her body-much more readily than the first time. Quickly, she found her parents' minds, still in a state of confusion, and greeted them. Hi.

This is weird, her father said. If I could feel my body, I think I'd feel sick.

I guess it's good you can't, Lucy said.

How'd you find us? her mother asked.

You have to think like this place thinks, but you also have to have some sort of construct.

Like a picture for reference, Don said.

Exactly. I use that hotel we stayed in when we were in Paris. Lots of doors and narrow winding corridors, just like the mind. You remember the place?

Well, said Maggie, I think we spent most of that trip away from the hotel.

Ok, well let me show you, Lucy said, guiding her parents into her mind. It was a weird feeling, having two people riding along in her mind.

But we still have to find your sister, right? Don asked.

That's where thinking like the ship comes in handy.

But how can you tap into something so alien? her mother asked, clearly taking notes.

Don't think alien. Think big. All these plants: they're connected somehow, right? Think about that connection with the golden tree. Where is it? She waited and could feel her parents' thoughts going to the tree.

Wow! her mother said. I am the tree.

So am I, Don said. Lucy could feel the wonder and excitement that came from her parents as they jumped from one plant to another, feeling its purpose and design.

It's like... Maggie began. I don't know. Reincarnation.

Pretty cool, huh? Lucy asked. Now just think of where we are and where Sara is.

Nothing doing, Don said.

Lucy thought for a moment. Think of a road.

Instantly, they appeared on a road cutting through an empty desert, and they were all clothed. I thought we were naked underwater, Don said.

It must be a mental projection, Maggie said.

Exactly, Lucy said. So now I'll just project Sara's mind. A building pushed its way out of the dirt next to the road. It rose higher and higher until they could no longer see the top. When it stopped and the front door appeared, they entered and found themselves in a lobby. Behind the concierge desk was Sara.

Took you guys long enough, Sara said.

This is it? Don said.

Sort of, Lucy said. This is the simple version. Now that you have the general idea, it's easy to explore. Like this! Suddenly, the four of them stood in a corridor outside a door that Sara instantly recognized.

Oh, man! Sara complained. But before she could do anything, Lucy opened the door, and they were all thrust into the memory of Lucy's eighth birthday party. This time, as Sara relived the experience, she allowed herself to become one with her past self, and let the emotions of the event wash over her. She even noticed things she hadn't noticed at the time, for instance that Lucy seemed to push back against her hand when she'd slipped it between the laces on the back of her dress.

I did that? Lucy said. I don't remember that.

I guess. First time I've noticed.

Yeah, Lucy said smugly. I bet I did that.

You know, their father began, what I see is still just manipulation.

What do you mean? Lucy asked indignantly.

I mean, he said, I think I'm starting to get the hang of this. Let's rewind it a bit.

Not so much like a video tape, the memory backed up to the part where Lucy hugged her sister at the party. The family found themselves viewing the moment from Lucy's perspective. Whoa... trippy, Sara said, feeling herself in her sister's mind. Quickly enough, however, she felt the girl's emotions a the time of the event. Sara could feel the girl monitoring her reaction to the hug and storing it away for future use. Really?! she accused her sister.

That's only part of it! Lucy complained. Pay attention!

The family took in the rest of the scene. As Lucy hugged her sister, everyone felt the unmistakable warmth Lucy had felt when her head had come into contact with Sara's budding breasts. And they certainly felt the tingle in her nether regions. Ok, Don said. I think I've spent enough time as an eight-year-old girl.

Fine, Lucy said, not letting it go. You want to see that it wasn't a sham? She pulled them from that memory and to the door to another.

What's this one? Maggie asked, trying the door. It wouldn't open. They looked at Lucy expectantly, who shrugged and tried the door, which still refused to budge. Suddenly, she felt an itch around her neck, and when she went to scratch it, she felt a thin metal necklace. Pulling it from around her neck, she stared at the key that dangled from the necklace. She tried it in the lock, and the door opened easily. Why was it locked? Maggie asked.

You'll see, Lucy said and stepped through the door.

"Hi, Tim!" they heard Sara's voice from behind the door to the girls' shared bathroom. Sara remembered this moment. This is the night before we came camping! Lucy's response, if she'd had breath in this abstract space, would have been an embarrassed sigh.

"Yeah I know," Sara had continued her phone conversation. That's Tim Forrester? Don asked.

Uh huh, Sara said, realizing where at least part of this memory was going.

The boy who-

Yeah.

Oh, her father said. Ohhhh...

"I bet!" Sara said seductively into the phone. They all watched as the bathroom door opened a crack. Through it, they could see Sara seated at her desk. "You would?" Her butt wiggled in the chair. "And then what?" She slid her free hand down between her legs as she ground herself on the chair. In the bathroom, Lucy leaned against the wall, her heart beating furiously in her chest as she watched her sister's butt squirm.

"What's wrong with me?" she whispered, barely audibly, even to herself. Her body burned and her head swam. Confusion, disgust, love, and lust drove the girl nearly to tears. It may well have, except Lucy's despair had been interrupted by some bad noise in the next room.

"Why do you keep saying 'would'?" Sara had said. "What do you mean?" Sara's voice had become shaky. "Are you kidding?!" Sara had become angry "Why would you tell me all that, then?" The next pause was long and hard to listen to, both for Lucy at the time and for the family listening in now. "You asshole!" Sara had hissed into the phone. She hit END, and threw herself onto her bed. Not one to cry, Sara had curled up into a ball and stared at the wall.

Oh, honey! Maggie said. I'm so sorry!

I thought things were still on with him, her father said. At least, that's the impression you gave me back at the camp.

I didn't want to say anything yet, Sara said. I was too pissed off about it. And plus, she added with a modicum of embarrassment, when you talked to me about it... remember how you said I was radiant?

You'd been here?! Don said. Sara let her silence confirm the suspicion.

It's not over, Lucy confessed. In the memory, Lucy watched as Sara went back to her desk and logged into her computer. One by one, Sara viewed and deleted all the photos she had of Tim. It went on for a while-click, click, click-until the next photo that popped up was of Sara and Lucy. Taken during a trip to the beach a few months earlier, it showed both girls, wet, sandy and smiling in their bathing suits. Lucy had one hand around her sister's waist and was giving the peace sign with the other. Sara reached down and touched the spot where Lucy's hand had curled around her hip, and then she put her head down on her desk. At first, Lucy had thought that her sister was crying, and was going to leave her alone, but then she'd heard a soft little sigh, one that she now knew all too well. Sara was grinding her pussy on her chair again, and her hand was back between her legs. Lucy's blood had begun to heat up again, and she gently rubbed her own clit through her shorts as she watched her sister begin to gyrate and breathe heavily. The erotic tension was too much for her, but just before she felt herself begin to climax, she heard Sara sigh, "Oh, Lucy!"

"Eep!" Lucy yipped, completely taken off guard. She slapped a hand to her mouth, but it was too late. Sara had heard something. Quickly and quietly, Lucy retreated through the opposite door to her own bedroom, where she leapt onto her bed, grabbed a random magazine, and spend a split second calming herself and disguising her emotions before Sara burst in.

"Hey!" Lucy complained, making her flustered voice sound as bratty as she could. "Knock first? Like, hello! I could've been naked?" There was a short pause that, at the time the girls couldn't decipher, but recognized now as Sara's erotically charged mind savoring that image.

"Were you spying on me?" Sara demanded.

"No," Lucy lied. "Should I have been?"

"No!" Sara barked and left, slamming the door behind her.

Well, that explains a lot, their father said.

You lied! Sara accused her, halfheartedly, ignoring their father. You said you'd never touched yourself before!

Yeah... Lucy admitted. But wasn't it fun "teaching" me?

What do you mean? Don asked.

Let's find out, Maggie said. Before the girls could object, their parents pried open their daughters' memories and watched the last few days unfurl. They watched as Sara snuck off to find the source of the light she'd seen, and how her senses had been heightened by the pollen of the plants. They all watched in terror as the golden tree took her virginity, and felt her mood shift as she began to enjoy herself. They watched Sara bring her sister back to the place and the ensuing sexual escapades that had lasted almost nonstop for the past four days. It was a miracle any of them were still able to walk.

When the family surfaced, it took them a moment to clear their heads of each other's voices, and for a while after that, they floated silently, mentally digesting the experience. They exchanged looks and Sara swam to the edge of the pool, where she rested her arms on the ground and laid her head down to think. Lucy and Don floated on their backs, and splashed playfully, yet wordlessly, at each other like battleships. "I think I know how to get this thing running," Maggie said, breaking the silence.

"How do you figure?" Don said, still splashing with Lucy.

"I think our link gave it away," Maggie said, treading water. "What's the constant throughout all the experiences we've had here?"

"The vines?" Lucy asked.

"What about earlier, when it was just us ladies?" Maggie asked. "And what about the memories? If this place feeds off our memories, as well,

"Oh," Lucy said.

"It seems like we've added a new person to the group each time," Don said.

"Close," Maggie said.

"But where would we get a new person to add?" Lucy asked. "Would we have to... you know?" she eyed her father oddly.

"We don't," Sara said, finally adding her voice to the conversation, but not turning around.

"What do you think, then?" Maggie said, wondering what was responsible for her elder daughter's sudden change in attitude. The girl seemed distant, sullen.

"In every memory, and in every interaction, we've added something new," Sara said. "It all started with a hug."

"So what?" her father said, not unkindly. "A lot of things start with a simple gesture."

"That's what's been bothering me," Sara said, still not turning around. "What if I started all this?"

"So what if you did?" Lucy said.

"You couldn't have," her father said. "We had the bombs, remember?"

"You all have my memories," Sara said. "You know I was down here well before you tried to plant them."

"Maybe the ship was trying to protect you," her mother said. "We know it can read memories-probably a lot better than we can, since it has eons of practice. It probably read your attraction to Lucy, figured you two could work together, and went from there."

Sara went silent for a little too long, and Lucy floated over to her. Instantly, the younger girl noticed that her sister's face was wet, not with the water from the pool, but with tears. "Hey," she whispered to Sara. "What's the matter?"