Lust from Space!

Day 4

When they woke in the morning, Sara was a little surprised that someone hadn't gotten her out of bed at come crazy predawn hour. And she smelled pancakes-strawberry pancakes. "Mmmm," Lucy said, yawning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Are those pancakes?"

"Strawberry," Sara whispered.

"Why are you whispering?" Lucy whispered back, amused.

"Mom makes me strawberry pancakes when she wants something from me," Sara whispered, guarded. She could tell that that statement had put Lucy's mind to work.

"Now you sound like me," Lucy said, getting dressed. "Let's see what it is, then."

When they were both dressed, they crawled out of the tent and walked casually to the campfire where Maggie was flipping strawberry pancakes on a large skillet. Don lounged near her, leaning toward his good side.

"Pancakes!" Lucy cheered, raising her arms to the heavens.

"Just thought you girls deserved a better morning than yesterday," their father said.

"Strawberry?!" Sara exclaimed. "You should fall down a ravine more often," she joked, punching her dad lightly on the shoulder. Their mother scowled disapprovingly.

"If mom falls down a ravine," Lucy continued the joke, "do we get blueberry?"

"Ha!" Maggie scoffed. Apparently, coming from her youngest daughter, the joke was suddenly funny. "I guess so, because if I fall down a ravine, you're making your own."

"Hey!" Don objected facetiously. "I can make pancakes!"

"You?" Lucy objected to his objection. "After last time?"

"Ugh!" Maggie agreed.

"Daddy," Sara said, "I love you, but those were hard little saucers of shame."

"So I confused baking powder and baking soda," Don said, smiling. "At least we have some nice coasters now." They all laughed. As they ate, it became clear to both girls that they were about to be asked to do something far from ordinary.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sara noticed that the bear bag that held the explosives was on the ground, leaning heavily against a tree. She decided she would take a more direct approach. "What's that?" she asked her father, gesturing toward the bag.

"It's something for work," he said. It wasn't exactly a lie, Sara could tell, but it wasn't entirely the truth, either. "In fact," he continued, "Since I've hurt myself, I'm going to need you to help me with it. Both of you."

"What is it?" Sara asked.

"It's a bunch of seismic readers," he said. "You know what those are, right?" Lucy shook her head, but Sara nodded.

"For measuring earthquakes," Sara said.

"Yeah," Don said, sitting up straighter. "More or less. The foundation needed me to plant them in a very specific area by tomorrow afternoon, but I don't think I'm going to be up to the task." Again, this wasn't a complete lie. Sara knew her father worked for the Geological Foundation, or so his paychecks said, but why would there be a time limit?

"Why can't I stay here with you and mom?" Lucy said.

"Because I'm coming with you," Maggie said, putting a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "It'll be fun."

"Fun," Don said, "but I was told there might be wild boars in the area, so it might be dangerous, too."

"Wild boars?!" Lucy whined.

"Don't worry sweetie," their mother said, giving the girl's shoulder a squeeze. "Your father taught me to shoot a few months ago, and I have a gun, but only if we need it."

"Oh," Lucy said, making herself look unconvinced.

"She's really a good shot," their father said. This, Sara could tell, was not a lie. "But don't worry. I doubt you'll run into any trouble, but just in case, Sara will take my knife with her, as well."

"Really?!" Sara couldn't help herself. Her dad's knife was really more of a machete than a knife.

"Yes, honey," Don said. "But be careful."

"I will," she said. "I promise."

Shortly after breakfast, Sara and Maggie each took four of the blocks of explosives, while Lucy took two, and put them in their daypacks. Lucy asked why they didn't look like much, and their father told them that they were simply transmitters and were sealed in their packages to prevent water damage. He then helped Sara clip his knife to her pack in a place where she could reach it easily if she needed to. Everyone ready to go, they waved goodbye as they started down the hill through the woods.

When they reached the dock, Sara and Lucy knew exactly where they were headed and gave each other a subtle little look as they helped their mother put a canoe in the water. They rowed across the lake, and Maggie looked up into the sky, and made a slightly confused sound. If their parents knew about the island in even the most general way, they would know about the time bubble. Seeing time within it no longer frozen, but still moving slower than normal, must have been worrying. Lucy started up some idle chatter with their mother to distract her from any further thoughts she might have about it.

"There are wild boars here?" Lucy asked innocently as they pulled the canoe to shore.

"You never know," Sara said, playing along.

"What do you think they eat?" her sister asked, now having fun with it.

"Bratty little sisters who ask too many questions," Sara said. Lucy turned around briefly and winked at her.

"Oh, enough, you two," Maggie scolded. "Let's go." They headed into the thicket, all the while Lucy complaining about how heavy her pack was. Their mother hushed her as they exited into the clearing where the dome was.

"What is it?" Sara asked.

"An igloo, stupid," Lucy jabbed, grinning.

"Igloos are made of ice, dummy," Sara shot back, enjoying the deception.

"Girls," Maggie said in her serious voice. "Relent."

As they circled around toward the entrance, Lucy whispered facetiously, just loud enough for their mother to hear, "What does 'relent' mean?"

"It means 'shut up,'" Sara whispered back at the same volume. Maggie turned and faced them, but when she did, Sara let her eyes go wide, allowing the very real awe of the place fill her up again. "What is that?" She jogged toward the entrance and stood in front of it, basking in the blue glow of the beacon tree. It felt good to be back.

Lucy joined her. "Are we going inside?" Lucy asked, barely keeping herself from adding the word 'again.'

"Yes," their mother said, joining them. "I'll go first to make sure it's safe." As Maggie kneeled and began crawling in head first, Sara caught Lucy staring at her shapely butt.

"Seriously?" Sara mouthed. But then again, she hadn't really looked at her sister too hard before their encounter. It struck her that their mom was in really good shape. Lean but curvy, she had the body of a woman ten years younger. Sara began to imagine the possibilities when their mother's progress stopped and the woman began back out of the narrow entrance.

"I got stuck, but it looks fine just inside," Maggie said. "Sara, I need you to go in first and dig a little bit of the earth away. Also, go in feet first. It looks like there's a drop on the other side."

"Are you sure?" Sara asked.

"It's fine," Maggie said. "There's a very pretty tree on the inside, but before you get too enamored, I just need you to dig a few inches of dirt away."

"OK." Sara dropped her pack and pushed it in the entrance, and then slid in quickly as she had done before. Lucy convinced their mother with no great effort that she should go in next so she wouldn't be left alone outside. Sara helped pull her sister through and as she set her down on the dirt, they both savored the embrace until their mother's pack poked through the entrance. Gently, they moved the bag out of the way, and Sara scraped an inch or so of dirt from the ground. When it was enough, the girls helped guide their mother through, enjoying the smoothness of the woman's strong legs.

"It's so pretty," Lucy said, once they all stood inside the dome. "Don't you think?"

"Yes, sweetie," their mother said, sounding just a little bit like she was avoiding talking about the place.

"What is this place?" Sara asked, more directly. "How come no one knows about it?"

"No one really knows," their mother lied a rehearsed lie. "A few geologists know, but it's mainly kept under wraps like those caves in France."

"Ooh!" Lucy cooed. "Are we the first people to see it?"

"Oh, sweetie. No we're not, but I'm sure this'll be the first time a little girl will see it." Both girls could tell this was a lie. On her first visit, Sara had sensed that this was the first time a human had set foot in the caverns. The craft. Sara reminded herself that it was a vessel of some sort. If she could get her sister alone, they needed to talk.

Once more peering down the hole into the depths of the craft, the girls could feel the surge of desire radiating from the plants below. Sara heard Lucy let out a pleasured sigh, but when she looked to her mother to see if she had noticed, she only found Maggie digging into her pack for a flashlight. That was confusing, to the sisters, the inside of the ship broadcast an irresistible urge to explore both it and each other, but their mother seemed unaffected. As Sara thought about it more, remembering how hard the broadcast had hit her sister (and what she must be feeling now), she toyed with the idea that younger people might be affected more. Her musings were interrupted when her sister spoke: "I don't think we're going to need that."

"What do you mean?" their mother asked. Lucy motioned to her, and the woman joined the girls in peering down the hole. "Oh," she said. "Oh I see."

"Literally!" Lucy said, cheerfully. It had seemed to both of them that their parents had seemed fairly grim about whatever was going to happen here. Sara had noticed that from the time they left camp, Lucy had taken it upon herself to reframe the mission as something joyful. The girls had certainly felt the awe of exploration when they had come before, and had found something wonderful. Lucy was clearly trying her damnedest to jumpstart in their mother whatever passion had overcome them before.

"I see some handholds," Sara said, jumping at the chance to get in there first. Without another word, she slung herself down and into the hole and began the descent. Lucy followed and Maggie came last. When they reached the bottom, Sara looked up and said, "That was easy. Almost like a ladder. This place is awesome!"

"It certainly is," Maggie said, grimness still tainting her voice. They looked around at all the glowing trees and plants, and the girls began to feel the uncontainable lust take hold again. But this time, there was something else in the broadcast: desperation. The girls exchanged glances.

"Hey mom," Lucy asked suddenly.

"Mm hmm," Maggie intoned, staring off into the winding forest corridors.

"Do you think we're ever going to get to come back here?"

"I doubt it, sweetheart," their mother said, this time sounding somewhat genuinely sorry before covering with the rehearsed lie. "I doubt the foundation will let us back in for a very long time."

"Then," Lucy began in a voice Sara knew always led to her having her way, "can Sara and I explore together? Please?"

Sara made a show of looking around cautiously. "I doubt there are any wild boar down here," she said. "But I have dad's knife, just in case."

Maggie was truly conflicted. On one hand, turning her daughters loose in this place could be dangerous. She had no idea what could be lurking in here. On the other hand, if they were truly never to return here, why not let them have some truly unique memories? "OK," she said finally. "But you have to remember to place the seismic readers. They don't need to be perfectly arranged. Just try and spread them out. And here," she handed Sara a plastic baggie. "In here are the antennas, plug one into the end of each reader."

Sara knew these must be the detonators. "Why are we attaching them now?" she asked.

"The same issue with water damage," Maggie lied. "It's a good thing, too. Seems humid in here."

"OK! Got it!" Lucy said, running off down a corridor. Sara gave her mother a what-can-you-do shrug and turned to head after her sister.

"Be careful!" their mother called after them.

The girls ran along the corridors, turning randomly at junctions and making sure to descend a couple levels. Once they were sure they were far out of reach of their mother, they sat in a patch of grass that glowed a deep violet and caressed their legs as they rested. They removed the bombs from their packs and stacked them into a pile. When they noticed the grass shrinking away from them and the bombs, they moved the deadly pile onto the dirt. "Sorry," Lucy whispered to the grass, running her fingers lightly through its tickling blades. "We're not gonna hurt you." The grass returned slowly to caressing them, and both girls watched as a nearby bramble slowly wound its thorny branches around the bombs. Lucy turned to her sister. "What are we going to do?"

"We're certainly not planting those," Sara said, gesturing toward the pile of bombs, now almost completely concealed. "Did you notice that mom doesn't seem affected by the plants at all? Not like we were, anyway."

"I thought I saw that," Lucy said. "Are we thinking the same thing?"

"That the younger you are, the more affected you are?" Sara confirmed. "Yeah. I noticed that it hit you like a ton of bricks."

"Yeah," Lucy said, her mind clearly going somewhere mischievous. Her butt wiggled against the grass.

"Hey," Sara said firmly but gently. "Stay with me for a second before you get too horny, OK?"

"Ugh," her sister moaned in frustration. "Fine."

"So?"

"So what?"

"Lucky, you're the people person here. How do we turn this around?"

"Well," Lucy said, "obviously, we could go around and find all the bombs she plants and pull the detonators out."

"I like it," Sara said. "Let's do it."

"But I don't think it'll work," Lucy said.

"Why not?"

"First of all, because once they try to blow this place up, they'll know that something's wrong, and they'll find a way to come back without us."

"And second?"

"Second, we'd never make it to every bomb," Lucy said, sighing and wriggling her cute little butt against the ground again. "I mean, I definitely won't."

"I don't know," Sara said. She was feeling horny, but was able to fight it. "I think the plants want us to succeed. You felt that desperation or worry, too, right?"

"Yes I did," said Lucy, clearly becoming more frustrated. Lucy had worn the shortest shorts she had brought with her, the legs stopping just two inches below her panty line, and Sara saw little purple blades of grass tickling the insides of the girl's thighs and worming their way into her shorts. Lucy looked down and then looked at Sara, grasping her by the shoulders and pulling her close with the most wanton expression the older girl had seen on anyone. "But if I don't taste your pussy soon, I am going to go insane."

"So that's a no to that plan," Sara said.

"Yeah, Sara," Lucy said, and then addressed the grass while getting to her feet: "Sorry guys, I need to think for a second." The glowing purple grass writhed in frustration for a moment before intensifying their attention to Sara. When the first few blades snuck into the legs of her shorts, the older girl understood why her sister couldn't think straight. It felt like a thousand little kisses all up and down her thighs.

Lucy paced for a minute while Sara's will to fight the lust diminished rapidly. "I think I have an idea, but I'm not sure you're going to like it," Lucy said. By this time, Sara was lying on her back letting the grass tickle her behind the ears and work its way into her reddish brown hair.

"Tell me," Sara said, her eyes glazing over. "I'll learn to love it." As she lay on her back, some of the grass wiggled down the back of her shirt, causing her back to arch and her butt to rise off the ground. When it did, a couple of blades curled their way down the back of her shorts and, with a little effort of their part, tickled her asshole. Her eyes shot open and she was surprised to hear herself gasping in pleasure. The thought of anyone messing around with her ass hadn't even crossed her mind before, but this-this felt pretty good! She might have let it continue, too, had Lucy not slapped her gently on the cheek.

"Hey," Lucy, said, frustration in her voice. "If I'm not allowed to get any, neither are you." The younger sister extended a hand and, reluctantly, Sara pulled herself up.

"So what's the plan?" Sara asked, lust-drunk.

"I think we should find a source of whatever makes us crazy for this place," Lucy said.

"Hmmm," Sara said, her head clearing a little. "You're thinking that she just might need a jumpstart?" Lucy nodded. "If we need a concentrated amount," Sara continued, "I think I might know where to look. I saw a tree with some fruit on it my first time here. If we could get her to eat it..."

"She might come around," Lucy said, excited. "Nice!"

As they ran down corridor after corridor toward where Sara remembered seeing the fruit, Sara turned to her sister and asked, "How are we going to get her to eat something we found down here?"

"Don't worry," Lucy said. "I think I can handle that part."

They hadn't jogged too much farther when a root popped up, snagging Sara's foot, and causing her to careen into the dirt. Lucy had been right behind her and tripped over her body, joining her sister on the ground. For a second, the sisters laid there dazed.

"Ow," lucy said.

"What a buzz kill," Sara said. As they helped each other up, Sara noticed a very unusual plant. With flowers the size of soup bowls, the plant was a miniature fountain of sorts. Condensation from the level above dripped down into the flowers, forming pools. As one pool overflowed, the bowl-shaped flower below it would catch the water, filling up, overflowing, and so on until the water spilled out on the soil at the plant's base. There, thin wisps of steam wafted up.

Lucy's nose caught one of the trails of steam and her body shuddered. Every node of pleasure in the girl's body opened up, and she shook in lust. When the girl staggered back, Sara put an arm around her to keep her from falling. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Lucy grabbed the back of her sister's head and kissed her wildly. "Nothing's wrong," she said, panting between kisses. "Kiss me again and I'll tell you." Sara kissed her sister back, and for a moment was nearly lost in the passion of it. When she pushed back from the wild little blonde girl, she knew what it was before her sister said anything. "I think," Lucy said, "this is how the plants do what they do. Part of it, anyway."

"Wow," Sara said. Releasing her sister, she reached a finger toward one of the pools.

"Hey," Lucy said, still panting. "I'm not sure that's such a good-" But Sara's finger dipped in, anyway. "-idea." As Sara brought the drop of water to her lips, Lucy started forward, but not in time. "Hey, now that really can't be a good idea."

But Sara's finger reached her mouth, and her tongue darted out to taste it. In a flash, the older sister had the younger pinned against the nearest wall, kissing her with such wild, animal passion that Lucy became a little worried. At first, she tried to push away, but Sara held her fast. Before she knew it, Lucy felt her shorts and panties come down to mid-thigh with a sharp yank, and as her mind was still registering that, she felt a finger slide into her wet pussy. "Hey, wait!" she objected through kisses that she kept finding herself accepting. Sara rubbed her little sister's clit with her thumb, and the girl mewled, but kept pushing away. Finally, Lucy got traction and gave Sara a big shove, sending her back down onto the dirt. "Wait wait wait!"

"Oh, god!" Sara gasped, seeing her sister exposed and panting against the wall. "I'm sorry!"

Lucy scrambled back into her shorts and to her sister's side. "It's OK! It's OK!" the girl reassured. "Just ease up a second." They kissed one more long kiss.