The Last Family of Meteora

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Author’s Note: The inspiration for this story comes from, of all places, the Bible. You may recognize it as the story of Lot and his daughters following the destruction of Sodom. For those interested, the verses that inspired this story are contained in Genesis 19. For the sex, refer to Genesis 19:30-36.

This story is a work of fiction. The characters are fictitious and certainly not intended to represent any living person. All characters are eighteen or older.

Warning: close family incest is depicted in this story!

Thank you for taking the time to read it. Enjoy!


Dad was beyond himself. He wept, heaving over the console in the cockpit, while Naomi and I watched helplessly in the cold corridor with our arms around each other. Through the spaceship’s windshield, the planet Meteora shone brilliantly like a perfect amber gemstone, save for the small blemish of smoke and fire that was once our city, the only city on the desert planet.

It was beyond difficult to comprehend the events that had unfolded in the past day. It was nothing we could have ever imagined. In our lives, Naomi and mine’s, we knew only peace and happiness. It wasn’t that tragedy didn’t seem impossible, only that it never entered our minds. But here we are, in the face of many lifetimes worth of tragedy in a single moment.

“Is mom coming back?” my sister asked me with a quivering voice.

I shook my head. “She can’t have survived the radiation,” I whispered, my voice low to avoid being overheard by dad.

“Aiko, we can’t be the only ones, left…”

Her voice was flat. Stunned out of any emotion. I turned to her and hugged her and turned my gaze back to my father as I rested my head on her shoulder. His poor figure sat hunched over, his fists clenched like hammers into the console, his arm muscles quivering, and bulging as if he fought the sadness physically. He was a strong man. Tightened with muscles like steel. A battle-worn General — a warrior — he was not used to being helpless. Tears pooled on the console where lay his head.

It was hard to see him like this. I have always seen him as a tall and handsome man, someone you always looked to take charge in a time of crisis. But now, after mother had taken the escape pod, he looked defeated, like a once heroic marble statue in a crumbled state.

Not being able to stand it any longer, I went to the communications room at the end of the spaceship’s single corridor. I sat at the panels and scanned the many screens for any messages in case there were any other survivors. Naomi came and sat in the chair beside me. She brought a bottle of sake and drank from it and handed the bottle to me. I scowled at her.

“To calm the nerves,” she explained.

I drank and wiped the sweet alcohol from my lips, then I drank again. It had the immediate effect of warming my body against the dry cold of the spaceship atmosphere.

“No one is communicating,” I remarked. “There’s only silence.”

Naomi took the sake and drank again. Her tender cheeks were flushed red, and her eyes red around the edges. The bottle was half-empty already.

“The embryos,” she said. “We should check the embryos. I guess.”

I nodded in agreement, and we went together to the sick bay, which doubled in times of crisis such as this, as the nursery. The room, in stark contrast to the metallic grey of most of the rest of the ship was a clean white, bathed in a bright, sterile light.

The nursing robot was turned off, slumped over, and her eyes cold and grey. Naomi tapped her gently and she whirred awake. “Good morning, Naomi, Aiko,” she hummed.

“Good morning, Nurse,” Naomi responded. “Check the status of the embryos, please, Nurse.”

Nurse bowed and turned and pulled out a metallic cylinder from a cabinet. A puff of nitrogen spewed with a gentle hiss as it came out. Nurse investigated and then re-inserted the cylinder back into place.

She turned back to us and answered, “I am sorry ladies, but there are no surviving embryos.”

“Ok, thank you Nurse,” Naomi said, her shoulders slumped.

Before I was old enough to remember, in the Great Wars, it was mandated that every ship that left the atmosphere carry on board a set of human embryos, enough to quickly renew a healthy population of our tribe. In the time of peace, we had forgotten the importance of such a mandate, and because we have forgotten, we now faced the sudden, grim reality of our extinction. We were the last of the Meteorans.

Naomi turned the bottle of sake into her mouth and gulped again.

“Should you be drinking so much?” I scolded.

She shrugged. “What else is there for us to do?”

As we left the sick bay, Nurse turned herself off.

We went to the wardroom and sat quietly at the dining table. The sake was finished, so Naomi pulled another bottle from the liquor cabinet.

The wardroom of the spaceship was a quiet place, purposefully absent the humming and beeping, and hisses that existed in all the other rooms. In here, no servers alsancak escort bayan needing to be cooled. No valves or pump actuated to move fuel or hydraulic oil or otherwise to make the ship run. Air rich with oxygen wafted in, and the humidifier in this room made the room a pleasant place to be in.

Naomi grabbed two short glasses, filled them with the sake.

“Why would mother leave like that? Why would she go back,” Naomi muttered. Her eyes were fixated on the sake.

“To try to — “

“But she knew it was hopeless,” she interrupted bitterly.

She drank the sake. I drank with her. As the glasses came down on the table, she immediately poured into them from the bottle.

“Hopeless means different things to different people.”

“Poor dad.” Her voice slurred now.

“Naomi, you’re drinking too much. You’ll drink yourself to death.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“I need you now, Naomi. I need you to be present.”

She smirked. “Oh Aiko. You have always been the more responsible one. You know I love you.”

She slid down in her chair and rested her chin on the table. In her other hand, she played with the bottle of sake, twirling the base of the bottle in circles on the tabletop. The clear liquid inside sloshed rhythmically until a small whirlpool appeared in the center.

“Poor dad,” she murmured. “He doesn’t deserve any of this.”

I put my arms around her, kissed her shoulder and nestled my head against her. Her body was warm, and I could feel her beating heart and it comforted me.

“None of us deserve this. But now that we are here, we must find a way,” I told her.

She started to weep. It sounded like gasping for air. I patted her back and my eyes filled with tears, and shortly, I wept too.

Later, Naomi went to her bedroom to sleep. Though tired, I couldn’t bring myself to bed, so I wandered back to the cockpit to find dad still there, only now he sat erect and silent at the console. The planet was dark against the star filled space. Near the arc of the horizon, a soft blue glow filled the sky in the twilight atmosphere like an aurora.

“What’s that glow?” I asked my father.

He looked back at me and offered a weak smile.

“Cherenkov radiation. Aftereffects from the explosion. The weapon continues to ionize the atmosphere.”

I sat down next to him.

He put his hand on the nape of my neck and scratched it, his habit. I loved the shivering feeling it gave me.

“What are you looking at?” I asked. A holographic display with incomprehensible numbers floated in front of him.

He pointed to a set of numbers, then pressed some buttons to bring up the shape of a slowly rotating sphere.

“That’s where we are going,” he said. “It’s habitable, and not too distant.”

“You think we’ll find other survivors there?”

He shook his head. “No. It’ll be just us.”

He turned to face me and put his hand against my cheek. I gazed up into his kind eyes and rested my cheek in his strong hand.

“Aiko… Life will not ever be the same again.”

I could see that there was still enormous pain inside him, and he was doing his very best to not succumb to it. In his voice was the stilted pain, coming through faintly. I was impressed by his capacity, knowing that he was working his way through the grieving process quickly, so that he could tend to his daughters when we become overwhelmed by it ourselves.

“Will we find other survivors?” I asked him. But I knew the answer.

Dad had warned for years of an ambush, but no one listened. They laughed. Spaceships rusted. No one saw the need to travel beyond the atmosphere.

“We may find others. But that doesn’t mean we should delay the journey to our new home world. The enemy will arrive shortly to search for survivors.”

I nuzzled into his hand, then kissed his cheek and said, “Do you need anything from me right now?”

He shook his head. “I need you to try to get some rest.”

“Ok, I’ll do that.”

I stood and kissed his cheek and left the cockpit for my bedroom.

There were a million of us in Meteora. It had grown to that size from a dozen people in the original tribe that came over a thousand years ago from a distant star system. They, like us, were survivors of a cataclysm.

When I woke after a long, fitful sleep, I turned on the ship status display on my nightstand and saw that we were no longer in orbit around Meteora. We were already transiting through hyperspace. ETA to our new home world: One year.

There were, of course, many habitable planets that were much closer, but this one was sufficiently distant to not draw the attention of the enemy. I brought up a display of the planet’s data. Mountains and forests. Many rivers, and lakes and small oceans, and the same gravitational field as Meteora.

There, we would live a primitive and lonely life. The thought depressed me deeply.

I went to cockpit and found my father sleeping in the chair, alsancak escort bayan in a comfortable position, with his hands clasped on his lap. He breathed deeply in his sleep, and his chest rose and fell like calm waves.

I left him there, and went to shower, then went to my sister’s room, finding her there sitting up on her bed, swiping on her tablet through a photo album.

I sat next to her and we looked through the album together. Photos of mom, a heartbreakingly attractive woman, with a joyous smile, and pretty eyes that smiled constantly.

She was a tender-hearted woman and would not have easily survived the loneliness of our apocalypse.

Naomi felt the same way. “She must have died quickly. Without pain,” she supposed. “Do you think it’ll be the same for us?”

“Yes. But it’ll be a long while before our time is up,” I replied.

“What’s the point?” she retorted.

“To live.”

“An odd thing to do…”

I glared at her. “Don’t you put any funny thoughts in your head, Naomi. I can’t imagine life without you. Or dad for that matter. If we have each other, we have to continue living. We’ll make a good life on this new world.”

“No life, without purpose,” she muttered.

I punched her lightly on the shoulder. “You’re my purpose, Naomi. And I should be yours. That should be enough.”

Naomi smiled. “Aiko, you remind me so much of mom right now, the way you talk.”

“Good. Mom is still with us after all. She is still here,” I pointed to her heart. “She’s in both of us, and she’s telling us to carry on. Can’t you hear her?”

Naomi nodded. “Yes. I suppose you’re right.”

“I know I’m right.”

“It’s just that, knowing that after us, there’s nothing left… it’s just hard to swallow.”

“I know. But how about we just try and see? We’ll take it day by day, and who knows, maybe we’ll like it there.”

Glumly, Naomi nodded. “Yeah. Maybe we will…”


A month went by and sadness and remorse remained like a heavy cloud, only they were joined by boredom and tedium. Dad made routines for us. A checklist to run through every day to ensure the ship was well maintained. There really wasn’t a need. The ship was perfectly suited to run itself, but dad thought it important that we have a purpose. We were the backup to the ship’s automated systems. If it should break, we would have enough familiarity to run the ship manually. The automated systems had a fail rate of once per ten thousand years, so it was highly doubtful that we would ever need to run the systems manually. Nevertheless, I dutifully ran through the checklist daily: (1) Check the atmosphere monitoring system (2) check the ventilation system (3) verify ship’s course and speed (4) inspect the ship’s reactor bay (5) inspect the ship’s electrical switchboards and (5) (my least favorite part of the routine) inspect the sanitary tanks and pump.

To run through the checklist took about an hour. We each took turns on a weekly basis. For seven days, I would get up extra early to do it, then the next week my sister, then my dad. After finishing the routine, I would join my sister and father for an hour’s workout, then breakfast. After breakfast, we committed ourselves to leisurely activities. My sister rediscovered her love for playing the violin. I tried to get into painting. We often lunched, and then in the afternoon, we attempted with some degree of seriousness, the study of survival skills — gardening, sewing, hunting, fishing, cooking. But knew that we had enough robotic assistance onboard the ship to help with these sorts of things, that it only a precautionary measure. Dad insisted that we study hard and avoid the same complacent mindset that doomed our people. Before dinner, my sister and I would work out again, while my dad normally took a nap, though sometimes he would join us. After dinner we liked to watch movies together, and then we each had our quiet times. I read a lot, often revisiting books that were childhood favorites. One thing that, in that first month, that was notably absent from my daily routine, and only now that I was comfortably set into my new reality, was sexual pleasure.

It was only inevitable that I would feel the urge for sexual pleasures again. The urge came over me one bored night, a few months into the transit, I laid in bed, with an overwhelming force. almost as if it had a mind of its own.

My hand went down between my thighs, to touch my clit, lingering there, my fingers hovering, touching, letting loose small sparkling fizzles of pleasure. I started to think about the cute neighbor boy from last summer. I avoided putting a name to him, but I thought about what I enjoyed about him — the nice body, the jet-black hair that came down to his shoulders, and dripped water onto his back after a swim, and eyes like coffee. I thought about that time we sat together in the hammock in the late summer afternoon, watching fireflies and listening to the frogs and the crickets. When escort alsancak he kissed me, and I let him see my breasts, and his hand went up my summer dress. I imagined him atop me. My excitement grew. I grew moist. My clit swelled. Electric currents coursing through my body. I put my fingers on my clit and I squirmed as if I had just discovered masturbation. Quickly, I brought myself to orgasm.

In the afterglow, the boy vanished from the hammock. Summer vanished too, turning to a cool autumn, and then to darkness. Then I thought — he’s dead now. All the boys were dead now, and I would never fall in love. I would never have sex. I would never marry. I would never have children. That night, I cried myself to sleep.


One day, months into hyperspace, I found Naomi in the sick bay. Nurse was on, and they were discussing something that seemed important. Naomi jumped when I entered.

“What’s up, sis?” I asked, hopping onto the patient’s bed.

“Nothing,” she replied quickly, and her face flushed red.

Nurse turned to me and said, “we are discussing -“

“Shut it, Nurse!” Naomi shouted.

She tapped Nurse off and said, “we were discussing, um, nutrition.”

I crossed my arms and smirked. “Yeah? What about nutrition?”

She rubbed the back of her neck. “Just that we should probably eat more veggies. Anyways, I’m going for a workout now.”

She almost ran out of the room.

When she disappeared, I stayed, curious to discover what the discussion was about.

I turned Nurse back on.

“Nurse, what were you and Naomi discussing?”

“I’m sorry, Aiko, it seems as though it is a rather sensitive topic for Naomi, so I would rather refrain from discussing it with you unless I have her express permission to do so.”

“No, we share everything,” I tried.

Nurse bowed and apologetically insisted, “I’m sorry, I must refrain from discussing it with you unless I have Naomi’s express –“

“Oh, alright,” I interrupted.

But quickly glancing around the room, I saw that the embryo canister had been removed, and was sitting in its inspection position.

“What’s that?” I asked Nurse, pointing to the removed canister to Nurse.

Nurse turned and reached for it. I shot my hand out to stop her. “Nah ah. Why is the embryo canister removed? They’re dead aren’t they?”

Nurse clasped her hands together. “I’m very sorry, Aiko, I must insist that you speak first to Naomi.”

“Fine,” I replied, and rolled my eyes at Nurse, as if she cared.

Nurse bowed again as I walked out.

Naomi was in the gym, as she indicated earlier, sweating through her gym clothes, her forehead beaded with sweat as she pounded her feat against the treadmill platform.

I sat on a bench and watched her patiently with crossed arms. She frowned at me, then pretended not to notice me there while she finished her run.

Afterwards, she jumped off the treadmill and came over to me. She peeked into the corridor to see that it was empty and then spoke in a soft voice to me.

“Ok, I might as well tell you. I figured out a solution.”

“A solution to what?”

Her face grew uncomfortable, and her feet shuffled nervously. “You have to promise me you’re not going to be awkward when I tell you this.”

“Does this have something to do with embryos?”

“Um… kind of.”

“Well, the embryos are dead, aren’t they?” I asked.

“Yes. They’re dead.”

“Ok? And what? Is there a way to bring them back or something?”

“No, not a chance.”

I slumped back down and scowled at her.

“Oh… Ok, then, what’s this solution you’re talking about?”

“While we were talking, Nurse pointed out something interesting — that we can still produce embryos.”

“Oh? How so?” I perked up.

Naomi pointed to my womb, then hers.

I laughed. “Sure. Find us a pair of suitable men to impregnate us, then we can save our species.”

Her lips thinned and her eyes deepened their stare into mine.

“What? Are you saying we have a store of sperm in the sick bay?”

“Not the sick bay.”

“Ok, Naomi. You’re being very cryptic. Just tell me!”


“Dad what?”

“He is the store of sperm, Aiko.”

I laughed again, but my gut churned. Naomi seemed very serious about a solution that is very distasteful. I didn’t need her to spell it out. And she knew she didn’t need to either. She waited for my response.

“Absolutely not, Naomi.”

“It’s a moral obligation, sis. To save our species.”

I scoffed. “Moral obligation? What moral obligation? To who?”

“You said it yourself! It’s our purpose!”

“Ugh, I never said that,” I rebutted.

“You told me that we live for each other.”


“This is why we do that. Don’t you see? Otherwise, what’s the point!”

“There is no point, Naomi.”

“Then what you said before was bullshit.”

I moved my mouth to speak. But I had no argument against her.

I huffed and averted my eyes to the ground, embarrassed for the both of us that this was even a topic of discussion.

She put her hand softly on my forearm and spoke in a calm voice. “You know I’m right, Aiko.”

I shook my head. I looked up to her, and for a flash of a moment, I saw mom

“Yes, it’s possible to make babies like this. But what about genetic deformities? Isn’t the likelihood high?”

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