Primordial

A very short Sci-fi incest story about a brother and Sister.

Primordial

It could have been called a primordial soup, a goop. Stuff that covered the surface of this small planet. But it wasn't. We had discovered this by now. It was made of little modules. Identical tiny stuff, neither hard nor soft. Weirdly in the shape of tops, spinning tops. Conical cones if that were not a tautology. Turning, spinning, undulating, forming shape and form. Together sculpting, well things. The bits were never alone and could not be separated. They were one organism. One wreathing thing that controlled this place.

We knew the stuff was alive and in fact intelligent. I had watched as one of our brave souls who had braved the soup, stepped out into the unknown. How it had taken her, held her aloft. It formed into ideas and shapes which she reported back were probably the inner thoughts of her mind, her desires. They were proto-erotic. The stuff stripped her of her suit. And carried her nakedness, explored her nakedness. Dare I say raped her nakedness. Only to reject her.

She tried to resist, but when she did the goop formed hard, solid and crushing, we could see she was like to bust. It was dangerous, capable stuff. Then it carried her almost lifeless back to her pod and deposited her back inside.

My sister and I had travelled in different pods. Did we have an age? Yes, but it was hard to calculate. In our planet years, the one we escaped from, they termed it in our twenties. But how long had passed in the intermediate suspended journey I had no idea. It mattered not, we were separated for genetic security reasons, in case one should perish.

I say pods, more ships inside, each with a crew and support. Now all our pods floated on this goop. Separated but in communication. The hope for resettlement forsaken. This place was our last and only hope.

We knew our minds were being interrogated by what was out there. It's like the soup-goop knew us and called individuals out. To resist was impossible. We watched as one by one settlers were called, explored and rejected.

"I think I'm next," my sister said over the monitor. "I can feel it." Her flaxen fair filled the frame of the monitor.

"Ev, no I couldn't bare it. "

The thought of seeing my sister stripped of her tight-forming suit. Naked and shamed for all to see. But privately, I knew it was for me to see. My hidden lusts were locked up in my mind. Lusts for the forbidden. Lust that wanted to take her purity by my purity. Virgins both, I had only imagined her naked form, never seen it. Not even growing up, such was the taboo of our race to the coupling of siblings.

"Well, you could come with me at the same time, Ad. That way you would be spared seeing my form exposed on the monitor. We could go together."

The idea hit home. Perhaps two would do what one had not. Then I felt it. The goop latched onto the idea. It was compulsion.

"Thanks, Sis, the stuff agrees, I can tell. We need to do this together."

Suddenly we had no choice. Our teams prepared us for the exit, sullen, resigned for yet another failed attempt to understand the destiny that called us to this planet.

Where my sister's pod was, I had no idea? Bereft of navigation, nor bearings, neutered by the magnetism of the stuff, we just knew we were in different places.

It was strange. Unworldly. To be somewhere and nowhere all at once. The soup spiralled up my form, caressing and holding. Exploring my body the moment I stepped out. As with the others, it began to tear apart my suit. It could not be said that the word tear was sufficient for the process. It was more that each active spinning top consumed the clothing and broke it down into its elements. Carbon and oxygen, all the rare elements embedded in the threads but fragments falling through the goop to who knows where.

I was not standing but held up. But I knew I was now naked, exposed and ashamed. My youthful form now clearly displayed on every monitor in every pod. I knew also, but could not see, that my sister Ev, was suffering the same humiliation. The stuff caressed my skin. God, it was exhilarating. My flesh tingled with desire. I looked down to see them form around my penis. I felt it rhythmically stimulate my sex as I had done. It read my mind, it knew of the secret times I had self-harmed, my embarrassment of need, and overcoming the taboo of masturbation. Now all could see I was a secret masturbator. I groaned in the pleasure the goop now gave me. In my desperation to withhold my darkest secret, I had been exposed. The pictures in my mind now played in physical form before me. The goop taking on the forms of my imaginings. My sister's form appeared in its shape painting of my mind. Her breasts formed in spinning tops, naked and bared, it filled my desires.

My cock was now rampant and throbbing my need. It jacked me off but I knew, deep down, I could not cum. It, the goop, kept me there, edged me as it played my favourite scenes from my spank bank. All my imaginings now life actioned on the space around me. God, I had a corrupt and wicked depraved mind. My guilt was before me, laid out. I struggled with my mind.

It knew the scenario where I took my sister on the learning table, her legs splayed and on display, her inner sex revealed before I drove my penis home taking her blood with me, spilling on my homework.

Then it was the shower scene, our lips devouring our souls, as I thrust past her virgin barrier against the warm wet tiles of our bathroom.

Strange, as they played out, it was clear she was always a virgin and it was also always my first time, our first time. There was never a second time, or an imagined future in my spank back. Just me deflowering my beautiful sister.

I felt the soup bare me up, take me, as it caressed my abs, played with my pecs and licked at my balls. I locked my sphincter down in surprise as it penetrated my arse to play around with my prostrate. Cruelly I could not cum, but my sexual excitement built up in my balls. The stuff licked at my precum and then followed it down into my urethra. It was pleasurable torture as it tubed itself to play in my sperm on the inside of my scrotal sack. It was like it was analysing, cleansing, and preparing the way for release.

In all this time I was aware that I was being transported, me and my depraved sexual scenes across the surface. How fast I knew not?

Now let me describe the surface. It was a rainbow soup of refraction. Each top had colour in its form but always changing. As if to make my lusts more real they played out in colour. That's right, super high-definition colour. Three-dimensional depictions. Fuck it was exciting. To see my sexual desires for my sister displayed in hyperrealism.

Behind my latest scene, I spied another stage. Coming closer it was, god it was me, but this time not from my mind. From another's. There I was in three dimensions taller than life, fucking huge. My body thrusting into, shit, my recumbent sister. I was looking through her breasts. Me, not the image of me. Down her body, toward Ev's sexual mound, my penis driving into her vagina.

I realised that these scenes were being played in buildings tall scale. There being no reference point to measure from. Then I was taking her from behind in yet another shower scene, but this one had never played in my spank bank.

Then the scenes just stopped. My sister Ev, was now before me naked. I was the same as her. Her cheeks were flushed and her upper chest was pink with desire. My cock was hard and larger than I had ever known it. Pulsing out its priming fluid that dribbled down my glans. Likewise, Ev was running with fluids from her plump swollen lower lips.

"Ev is that you?"

"Yes Ad, my god you look even better than I have dreamt of."

"You dreamed of me? I lusted after you for so long. Is that really your beautiful sexy body I see before me, or are you yet still another temptation of my mind?"

"This is real. I need to say this Ad. I love you. More than a sister should for her brother. More than is decent."

"Did you just see my mind played out as I did yours, my precious sister?"

"Yes big brother, oh my god yes, you held that lust for me?"

"It was lust but more than lust. It was love but more than love. I love you so much and want you so much. I have for a long time, since well before we escaped."

Ev giggled. "I guess they know now. They will have seen."

We were still some distance from each other. The goop became our hands. My sister's hands, while her arms were still and frozen by her side, as were mine. Animated in the goop and reached out over the distance to take my penis in her fingers.

"You feel so hard yet soft Brother."

I watched as she manipulated me with her fingers.

"I have always wanted to hold you, know you."

My hands reached in spinning tops toward her. They held her breasts. Firm handfuls, nipples piercing my palms in their hardness.

"Better, than my imaginings Ev. I can't believe I'm holding my sister in my hands, my naked, sexual, sensual sister."

"You aren't you know Ad, not really. But I wish you were, without this stuff."

"I want to take you, lose my virginity with you but what is this torture? Why are we being held apart?

I love you".

"I love you too, forever."

"Forever."

Then it happened, with those words the primordial ooze bore us up. As if an offering, on a pillar we rose. I watched as the goop spread my sister's legs and in the form of fingers parted her labia to reveal her inner passage. At the same time my penis was stroked, the fire lit furiously in me. Then taking my body, it lay me between her thighs. I felt the spinning tops lining me up but left it to me to thrust my penis home.

Suddenly we were both hands, real hands, exploring and feeling each other. Our lips touched and kissed in growing passion. Tongues released to fuck each other's mouths as the lovemaking that would soon follow. Suddenly it was us. Us on something solid. Soft warm earth, fine soil made our bed.

"Put it in my Ad, take me. I am ready."

Slowly I thrust forward, my penis head slipping into her virgin passage to stop at her maidenhead.

"Are you sure, it could hurt?"

"It could not hurt as much as my desire that hurts for you. End this torture Ad, make love to me."

With that, I thrust too hard and drove my penis to its full depth. We both cried in pleasure and pain. I paused and looked into my sister's eyes. Her loving eyes bore through to my soul. We were one. I moved and all the thrill, excitement and sexual urges I had ever felt, formed themselves into my penis shaft as I drove into my sister. I know she came in that instance. Her passage played my length, her clamping, punctuated by the fluids released around me.

"Yes Ads, cum in me. Fill me. Please please give me your sperm."

With that, I cried my release. "Cumming!"

Then pumped load after load into my fertile sister. Finally, we slumped together. Complete, completed, consummated in our love. The grass tickled my back.

I watched as did my sister, our pods, our colony rise from the retreating ooze and fly off into the blue nothingness. With them also went our memory of the past, of the technologies and our culture. We stood in amazement. Around us, the goop formed itself into a new world. A new creation. It was a world full of fruits and wonders. Until there was no more spinning goop matter. All that mattered was by my side.

"Eve, I feel complete."

"Adam, so do I."

"I know it's..., we..., we're naked."

"But not ashamed."

Eve giggled. "I feel your sperm dribbling down my thigh."

I looked, my penis grew, still glistening from our recent union.

"I think I need to replace it, can I love you again."

"Yes please, love me, fuck me, live out the dreams we both have shared."

"This is real Eve. This is our world to populate. For the first time, I am naked and not ashamed." This became our saying, our slogan but from then on we did not know what the word 'ashamed' even meant.

In the moment, that sacred moment, we fell into our lusts and love, and over time populated this new Eden, this new earth.

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This story came as a surprise after a dream I had last night. The dream included the world and the mechanism of this planet. The characters and story followed as my creative mind played. But as a dream, and story, I think it says a lot about my guilt and my mind.