Zai and Tim Pt. 01

Zai scares the shit out of me when she says, "Tim is a bit weird about some things. He thinks a captain should always be on the bridge. He made that ... thing. I don't understand humans sometimes."

I giggle as I reply, "Human humor is a bit odd. Even we don't get it all the time, so you're in good company there, Zai. Hey, would you mind if I go in and talk to Tim for a while?"

Zai questions me, "Talk? Just talk?"

I blush and answer, "Yeah, just a quick chat."

Zai teases me as she says, "OK, I will open a comm channel to his room. Start talking now."

I use my hands to motion stop.

Zai asks me, "I thought you wanted to talk to him?"

She is making this so hard, "If I didn't know better, I would say you're a real woman. When I say talk at this hour at night, I really mean more than talk. Must I spell it out for you?"

I swear Zai sounds embarrassed, "Ummm, no. I think I understand now. How about you go right in. He has been in there about twenty minutes and just finished a shower."

I go down the stairs, open Tim's door, and walk into his room. As I turn around, Tim is standing in his room, naked. It's quite the sight with his limp dick hanging between his legs. It's not very impressive looking. I freeze while he is drying his hair with a quick back and forth motion that leaves his hair frizzy.

It's my giggle at the frizzy hair that makes him freeze and turn towards me. He looks more curious than mad.

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Tim's point of view:

"This is my room." I gruffly ask, "Did you get lost?

Tamara laughs as she turns a light red from embarrassment, "We got a lot done once we all started helping. No way mom was taking orders from a man. We had to convince her that you did not demand it; it was more of a suggestion. That made it OK because she changed the ask slightly, and we are now following her plan. It's a new way to look at the situation. That's always a positive thing when negotiating."

I ask again, "That explains why you're in my bedroom gawking at my naked body? I would sit for eternity in a prison cell if I did the same to you. This world is so unfair; it makes me sick."

I place the towel over my head and sit on the edge of the bed. She sits next to me and reaches for my hand. I pull it away. She reaches over and grabs it. I relent. I am tired and don't want to play her game.

She says in a soft voice, "I want to learn about having sex with you. I want to know what I'm missing out on."

I am just as soft when I whisper, "Bull shit. You want sex and can't get any because they're your sisters and mom. I'm the only breathing body left."

Tamara floors me when she says, "Oh no. You're so wrong. We have been playing with each other as soon as we hit eighteen. Our bodies, our home, our rules. Besides, it's far more common than you would think."

I am speechless.

I am silent, then giggle softly, and then I say amusingly, "Men are being oppressed, so we don't ruin society. Women takes over and does far worse than man would have. How ironic."

She laughs, "You're a bit dramatic. Our society is doing just fine."

I counter, "Not from my perspective."

Tamara asks me curiously, "Are you trying to distract me? I came in here to have sex with a Level Five man. From what I see, you have a small limp noodle, not a rigid bar of steel. I think you have been overselling yourself. I think I will just go back to my room."

She stands up, walks to the door, opens it, and then asks, "Aren't you going to stop me?"

I knew it.

I chuckle, moving my belly, "I didn't want you in my room in the first place. You then insult me, call me a liar, and prove how naive you are. So no, I'm not going to stop you. I really do want you to leave." I raise my voice, "GO!"

She slips back in, closes the door, and then in an adorable move, she holds the door closed with her back, preventing both of us from leaving. She gives me an innocent, sweet smile. Oh fuck. I'm going to be in so much trouble with mom.

Tamara whispers, "What did you mean by me being naïve? I am part of the Queen's family, which rules over 900 planets. I have seen many worlds, negotiated deals, and built masterful buildings. I make a difference."

I laugh, "You know nothing of men; part of your family rules, the other part has fewer rights than your pets. I have seen hundreds of planets and countless races. Your people negotiated the deals, and others built those buildings; you just paid for them and pointed at where it should go.

"Face it, you don't do shit. About men ... you are clueless. What happens to your nipples when you get excited? They get hard. Guess what bitch, the same happens for men. Why am I soft? Nothing here interests me. That's right, you don't turn me on. You aren't good enough. Now go back to your room, so I can get some sleep."

The bitch plays hardball. She pulls her belt on one side, breaking the knot holding the gown together. Her body sways back and forth. I'm mesmerized; I can't move. I am in her control. She flexes her shoulders, throws her arms out wide, and the robe slowly slides off her shoulders, arms, and then onto the floor. No bra. No panties. A beautiful, naked woman is standing in front of me. She has light brown shoulder-length straight hair, emerald-colored eyes, and I am guessing a 32D-27-30 body.

She is thin even for a woman. With some years, her body will fill out. She is shaved, with no hair down under. She sure knows how to look sexy. She is slowly walking to me in a runway walk. She has a smirk on her face; she knows she has me. I am no longer flaccid. My member is puffing up; he's turning thicker and longer. I think of her mother, which stops me from popping full length.

Tamara slows down, her eyes are popping out of her head. I fill out a full seven and a half inches long and bigger than a hand can hold going around. My lack of size prevents me from getting higher levels of sexual approval. That's OK; many women won't do a Level Six-man. They don't want anyone to know they had sex with a man.

The worst part for women, they love having sex with men. You can't break millions of years of evolution. Men and women simply love having sex together.

Tamara walks around my bed, jumps in, then rolls, so she is in the middle of the bed. That was practiced.

She looks at me expectingly, "Let's see how different men are at eating pussy."

Ah-ha, a challenge! Oooo, this might be fun after all.

I maneuver myself between her legs. I am hard as steel now. All thoughts of mom are long forgotten. I start off with a slow, light licking of her mons. She is stunned. I lick more and move towards her pussy lips slowly. I'm in no rush; I love this part. I know Tamara isn't impressed right now. She is used to women. Many women love soft and slow; it's what gets them off.

After a few minutes, I pick up the speed and the amount of pressure my tongue uses. She hasn't seen this much. A few women do this to be different. I ignore the clit; I am saving that for my finale. She gets two more minutes of my wide tongue. She has a smile on her face, and now I do my thing. My tongue is pointed at the middle of her left pussy lips. I quickly lick up and down. I touch her lips, plus the outside skin, and on the inside, it curls down the hole. The speed makes it an unusual feeling. After a few ups and downs, I swap to the other side.

Tamara is withering on the bed, screaming her enjoyment at the top of her lungs. Two rounds of that, and I switch to slurping her pussy lips like their spaghetti noodles. Both sides get two great, long, tongue slurps. Tamara is laughing hysterically on the bed.

Now it's time for her orgasm. I already have a sly smile on my face. I know exactly what this will do to her. I haven't shaved for two days now. I start halfway up her thigh; I rest my cheek on her thigh. Slowly I bring it down towards her pussy.

Tamara is crying out, "What the fuck! What the fuck! What is that! DON'T STOP!"

As I cross over her pussy, I open my mouth and slurp her clit with a fair amount of pressure. At two seconds, I stop my work on her clit, and move up her thigh again. Two seconds is almost enough to kill a woman.

That was enough to make her buck her hips, tossing me to the side. That coincided with a blood-curdling scream that's cut off by her body. It's too busy wrecking her body, pulling random muscles, and making her forget to breathe. Her eyes roll up in her skull to the point I am afraid of what I have done. There will be no place in the galaxy that I could hide from the law if I harm a princess. My life would be over.

Tamara rolls over towards me, she has a smile on her face, and she's ready for more. I have seen enough of this. I quickly roll out of bed and stand against the wall with, I am sure, a look of fear on my face.

With a forceful voice, I command her, "Oh no. We are done here. You scared the shit out of me when you stopped breathing. Do you have any idea what they will do to me if I injure or kill a princess? No way. This isn't worth it. You must return to your room. Now!"

She doesn't move.

With a smug look on her face, she explains to me, "We're not done. Not by a long shot. Do you know what it means when I stop breathing?"

I reply smugly, "You're trying to get me killed?"

She laughs at me and then continues, "No, silly. It's because I just had a hard orgasm that rocks me to the core of my body. I shut down and enter a place that's all joy. So much so, nothing else matters. Then my body says, 'Oh shit, I need to breathe again.' That wakes me up, and I come back to reality where that warm, cozy joy is still swirling around in my body.

"You are so different. Those whiskers! Oh my! That was awesome. You started out dull. I thought I had made a big mistake. Then you sped up and used more force. That's far more force than any woman uses. I wonder why we don't. Whatever. That was amazing. I want more. I want to try more. You're in no danger. I will do the same if you can get me to a good orgasm.

"Those don't happen often, so I doubt you need to worry about that. I mean, how good can you really be? I am curious, though, especially since I know you. I feel like I can trust you, and you won't take advantage of me. Even with women, because of my position, I must be careful. You're so lucky; nobody cares what you do."

I flat-out laugh at her.

With a look of contempt, "You've been living in a palace too long. Things at the lower level of society aren't quite so wonderful for men or women. 100% surveillance, zero privacy from the state. I can't fart in my own home without getting a ticket. I can't walk into most neighborhoods. There are many foods I can't buy, as they're too good for a man. We only have work clothes. We can't say no to a woman. So, don't tell me how bad it is to be a princess. Most would kill for that kind of life."

Tamara steels her eyes on me, "Not a damn thing I can do. Mom has all the power. She won't give us any of her power. She greedily hordes it all. We advise her. More often than not, she goes against what we suggest. She has friends who advise her; they're always asking for things that benefit their people. She listens to them a lot. That's what keeps her as the queen.

"This talk is boring me. I want you to sink that pecker into my juicy pussy. I have never known anyone to be with a man before. Well, none that would admit to it. I want to feel that experience, good or bad. I got to know, I need to know. Please do this for me?" That last part she drew out as if she is begging me.

This may be a terrible idea, but I haven't fucked a woman in over six months. I have needs, and she is cute as hell. Yes, it bothers me that she is a half-sister, but my needs rapidly outweigh that tiny detail. I sit between her legs, thinking.

I feel terrible, "I can't do this. I don't have any condoms. I never figured I would have a woman on my ship. No way I screw you and risk getting you illegally pregnant. There is no quicker way for me to get the death penalty. You're beautiful; yet part of me wants to risk it. I can't."

Tamara wraps her legs around me to prevent me from moving. I stay sitting, waiting for her to talk.

Tamara says in a soft and loving voice, "As a princess, mom has us prepared for everything. We are high profile on our planet. Even at one in two hundred, that's still a lot of men on the planet. With the way you're treated, some get mad. Knowing about you, I now understand why mom was so worried about an unwanted pregnancy. We have an oily substance that kills sperm, we have tests to see if we're pregnant, and we have pills to stop pregnancy.

"Mom never wanted to know anything. If we were dumb enough to get caught and used, we had to clean up our own mess. I doubt she ever intended for us to use it willingly to have sex. That is what allows me to take you... bareback? Isn't that the term?"

My answer to her is pushing my cock forward into her pussy slowly.

Tamara swiftly repeats, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Her hands are on the bed, trying to hold steady and in place. My hands are on her hips, trying to do the same thing. She isn't moving, which allows for a stable base. I can now concentrate on the terrific feeling I am experiencing. Every woman I have ever known used giant dildos to get better feelings. I don't understand why Tamara is different.

Tamara is very excited as she answers my unasked question, "Secretly, I have dreamed up being fucked by a man. Mom never let us near one. She hates men with a passion. Now we know why YOU almost ruined her career before it even got started. I have been saving myself for a man. I only used smaller toys. My hymen is long gone, but I should be the tightest woman you have ever been with. Now fuck me, dammit!"

Oh, you want to get an attitude with me. Fine. I push in a bit faster than a woman like her can take. I stop and feel like an asshole. My sister is in bed with tears in her eyes after she screamed holy hell as I pushed in my cock faster than I should have. I don't know how to fix this. I don't move out of fear of causing more pain.

Tamara's looking at me. Her head tilts from side to side as if she's trying to read my mind.

When she fails, she queries me, "Why have you stopped?"

I know I gave her my "duh" expression as I said, "You had tears in your eyes. I thought I hurt you, possibly injured you from going too fast. You were teasing me, and I plowed into you because of my anger."

She has a smile on her face, "Look. You're a decent, caring person. If I ask you to plow hard into me, you won't. I wanted to try it once and figured this was my best chance. You were right; it was a dumb idea. You may continue now."

My sisters are insane. That was a dumb thing to do. I pull my pelvis away from my sister, which pulls my cock out. I then roll my hips forward, pushing my cock back into my sister at a slow rate. I turn this pairing into a slow continuous motion of pushing in and pulling out. It's a marvelous feeling. Tamara instantly has a huge smile on her face. Her eyes are filled with love and lust. That's something I did not expect to see.

I continue pushing in and pulling out. Tamara is inexperienced; therefore, I use a slow rate. We both get to feel my bowed cock push against her soft pussy walls. In and out, I go with my full length. This is easily the best feeling in the world. I would love to be able to do this all day long. I do try to make this last as long as possible. However, my legs will inevitably get sore, or I will feel a cramp starting to develop. That's precisely when I must speed up; and use all the speed I have. That rushes my orgasm.

My partner often reaches their orgasm before I need to. When I sense their orgasm is imminent, I move to my fastest speed. Ideally, we orgasm at the same time. That's a hard thing to do, as we each have our own experience and reaction to fucking. Add in our own feelings or lack of feelings, and everything changes.

Right now, I think Tamara and I are cruising about even. That's new for me. I wonder, is that because Tamara is my sister, and we have a similar sex drive even though our lives have been so different? Whatever it is, this is the best sex I have ever had.

Other women look at me with contempt. They hate the fact that I make them feel so good. Tamara isn't like that. She is enjoying this with no fears or prejudices. I am a person bringing her great joy, and she appreciates that. She has disbelief written on her face. She can't believe I am doing this to her.

Time to rock her world. I speed up for a while, giving her a change of pace. I follow that up by slowly reducing my speed again. We end up right where we started. Why bother? It makes it more interesting for her. I'm not doing exactly the same thing for an hour. For thirty minutes, I speed up and then slow down again.

I could go on for another thirty minutes. No way Tamara is going to make it that long. I have had sex enough times to tell when the big one is on its way. For my sister, this is too much for her brain to handle. She has a man pleasing her, which in itself is blowing her mind. The sex is better than anything else she has ever had. No piece of plastic, glass, or platinum has the same consistency, temperature, and flexibility.

If she smiled any more, her face would break. As the fucking progresses, her yelling gets louder.

She is saying, "Oh no, you don't. Oh, so good. YES! Just like that! Don't stop!"

Why would I stop? Do I look like I'm not having the time of my life?

Tamara is funny because she says a phrase three times in a row and then moves on to the next. That phrase is repeated three times, and then she moves on to the next. To break things up, she will moan from time to time.

Tamara is now crying; tears are flowing down her face. Her smile is incredible. She bound up her hair to keep it out of her face. It's obviously drooping from being wet. It's cool because it's shiny, like the rest of her body. She is coping well with her breathing. She takes short deep breaths as needed.

Because I can see the impending explosion, I speed up. This time is different than all the others. I don't slow down. I do just the opposite; I speed up even more. Tamara's eyes shoot wide open. She knows exactly what I've done. She isn't telling me no. My orgasm is like a Ferrari 35,000 Race Pod. In a fraction of a second, I am ready to shoot my spunk.

I can't hold out anymore. I slam in hard and stop deep inside of my sister. I fire off a shot of cum as far into my sister as possible. I quickly pull out. With all my might, I thrust back in, and at the apex, I shoot another blast of cum deep into my sister.

Realization hits Tamara. Her mouth opens wide to release a scream as she orgasms hard. This is a crushing orgasm. I say, crushing because she is crushing my cock with her pussy. I've never had this much pressure on my cock before. It doesn't stop me from repeating my thrusting to cum four more times. Nope. It does take more effort to thrust in, though. With a polished stainless-steel cock, nothing crushes it.

I know Tamara screamed, pulled tight on her muscles, and I have no idea after that. I am drained of all energy. I fall straight down on Tamara, then to the side. Her arm is under my neck. We are both breathing hard to catch our breath. I would bet our hearts are racing much faster than usual as well. There is an urgent beating on my door. Swell.

Tamara doesn't think; she says, "Come in."

What the hell, Tamara!

It's mom, and she's a Tasmanian devil. She rushes my side of the bed, and instantly I get a couple of kidney punches before she begins assaulting my ribs. After the third punch, Tamara rolls over me, protecting me from her mother.

Just to play it safe, I whisper, "Zia, force field protecting Tamara and me, please."

I feel a tingling on my skin.

Mom screams at me, "What the fuck are you doing to her? Zia, arrest him and quarantine him somewhere. He broke so many laws; we could kill him now. I want to make an example out of him. Men like you should be locked up for our own good."