“What’re you up to, Big Bro?”
Major Itskinsey Hashmakov, killing time at the cockpit of his beloved craft because he was having trouble sleeping, was being visited by his sister, Chikhrona Hashmakova.
“Oh, just watching a video.”
“A video?”
“Yeah, some old archival footage…from the day the end of the world began, you know. I was hoping it’d put me to sleep, but I guess not.”
Itskinsey grinned a bit, opened the hatch of his Gundoom LS humanoid mobile weapon, and invited his sister inside.
Long ago, an unprecedented biohazard event known as the Sispocalypse broke out without warning on the island of Okinawa, Japan. Caused by a virus that turned infected people into little-sister zombies, it spread alarmingly fast across the world, turning more than half of the human race into little-sister zombies within ten years. It triggered the collapse of civilization, making Earth no longer habitable.
Thirty years after the Sispocalypse, the few humans who had managed to survive in underground shelters gathered their remaining technological expertise to construct the Sistia, an immigrant spacefaring craft, and blasted off into the great unknown. For almost a century since then, they had wandered the twinkling sea of stars in search of a habitable planet on which to settle down, all while using their “mobile weapon” craft to fight off hostile extraterrestrial life. Itskinsey and Chikhrona were the so-called “third generation” of humans born in outer space.
“Earth, huh…? I’d love to visit sometime.”
Itskinsey shrugged at his sister’s words. “Ahhh, don’t be silly. It’s a dead planet crawling with little-sister zombies. What would you even do there?”
“Well, yeah, I’m scared of the zombies…but don’t you want to see it for yourself? See what real oceans look like, and pretty beaches?”
“Yeah, I suppose so…”
Itskinsey recalled the old footage of seas and sandy beaches he had watched before. How wonderful would it be to play with Chikhrona and go “woo woo” with her in a place like that?
“I’m sure we’ll get there someday—if not on Earth, then somewhere else with just as beautiful an ocean.”
“Yeah…”
Chikhrona nodded at her brother’s words. “But until then, Big Bro, let’s both do our best to stay alive.”
“You bet.” Itskinsey nodded. “As long as you’re around, I can deal with whatever hardships we face on our journey.”
He stood up to kiss Chikhrona on the lips. This graduated to a sloppy French kiss, and whether one side started it or the other, they were soon totally naked. They were siblings but also lovers.
“Ahhh, Big Bro, over there, your dick! Oooh, good, ahhh… Dick! ”
“Chikhrona! I love you, Chikhrona!”
Itskinsey (age 65) and Chikhrona (age 62) madly groped each other inside the cramped cockpit. Here on this immigrant spaceship, procreating and making more children was the prime directive for all aboard—the taboo of incest did not exist. Now, at long last, there was no one in the vast universe who could stand in the way of this brother-sister tryst…