Chapter 1

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/Fa, ft/ft, Fa/ft, Consensual, BiSexual, Science Fiction, Incest, Mother, Sister, Father, Daughter, Grand Parent, Uncle, Niece, Aunt, InLaws, Polygamy/Polyamory, Interracial, Anal Sex, Pregnancy, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The Earth has been destroyed. Adam's family has been saved. Follow along as Adam adapts to the new situation.

Today you call me Adam and it is a name that I have become use to; yet that was not the name people called me by long ago.

When I was born I was called John Adam Winslow, although most people just called me 'Jack'. I was born a country boy in the mid-west and grew up on a farm. We grew corn and a variety of cereals and grains like wheat and feed crops like alfalfa. We had our own garden plot where my mom grew vegetables for our table and a small orchard where we had apple and pear trees. We even had a few chickens and other animals for our own meat and dairy.

I was the oldest of three children and when my dad died, I inherited the farm and the care of my mother, Sally. It was here that I lived with my childhood sweetheart and our three teenage daughters. Life was good. Well most of the time.

My sisters Jane and Patricia, who were close to me when we were children, moved on after our dad died. Jane lived in the next town with her husband Frank and their daughters. Frank was a soldier with the National Guard and he was often gone for long periods of time. Patricia lived down the road from me, on her own plot of land where she raised her daughters while her husband, Henry, drove truck for the local food cooperative, having given up farming his own property.

As it was customary in my family, Jane and Patricia routinely ended up at the farm when the weather was nice or when there was a holiday. My mother, though in her sixties still held court and was a force to be reckoned with. That was why the gang was at my place when everything happened.

It was Labour Day and we were having a barbecue. Jane and Patricia had showed up early with their girls and had been there most of the day, helping in the kitchen. Both their husbands were off, one soldiering and the other trucking and my mother had insisted on making a big day of it. Personally, I didn't mind as all I had to do was work the barbeque and keep the beer cold. The women took care of the rest.

Now I've mentioned my family, that being Jane and Patricia and their daughters. They both had two girls each, Paula and Elaine, and Francine and Fiona, the twins. The girls were down by the lake swimming with their cousins, my daughters – Sarah, Lizzy, and Karen. However, they were not alone. They were with their other cousins, the daughters of my wife's sisters.

My wife, Emma has two sisters, Heather and Bethany. Both of them have two daughters each. These four girls, Beverly, Crystal, Helena, and Carol were also down at the lake with my girl's and nieces having fun.

The fact was I was the only male at this barbeque, not that I minded much. After all, it was a warm late summer day and I was getting an eyeful. Not that I was leering or anything. Emma's mother, Betty made certain of that. She kept an eye on the girls and an eye on me. Still, what I did see caused a little stirring in my loins and gave me thoughts about what would happen later that night with my loving wife.

Now at this point I want to make it clear that nothing had ever crossed my mind about my nieces or my own daughters. Sure I teased Emma's sisters from time to time about what they were missing out on, and occasionally I even flirted with Betty, although at sixty-one she was no longer the knockout that she had been in her youth, but that was that. I was a good dad and I can honestly say that my thoughts were pure. Of course, I knew that my daughters were sexually active. My eldest, Sarah was twenty-one and had been away from home to attend State. She had brought home a boyfriend or two during her college days and I know from my wife that there had been a scare or two in regards to a false pregnancy. I can say I was never happy with the knowledge but I had to accept it. After all, my girls were growing up. Still, knowing that your kids are sexually active and thinking about them sexually is two different things, and until that Labour Day, I had never crossed that line.

Afterwards is the rest of this story so let's get into it.

The day went well with the girls hanging out at the lake, sunning themselves, swimming, and sipping beer. My daughter Lizzy had 'borrowed' a two-four when she had gone down, with the intentions of sharing it with her sisters and cousins. Seeing it was Labour Day I turned a blind eye and went back to flirting with my sisters-in-law. By supper time I was feeling good and so was everyone else.

That's when it happened. We had just sat down for supper. Betty, being more religious than the rest of us had insisted upon saying grace. She had just finished and we had all just said 'Amen' when we were surrounded by a bright light. It was a while before I remembered anything else.

"Hello Jack," a voice said softly.

"Who... ?" I asked as my mind raced and fear filled me.

"Be calm Jack." said the same voice. "Everything will be fine."

"Where am I?" I asked glancing about me, with wide eyes and a questioning look upon my face.

"You are here!" declared the voice, leaving me totally in the dark.

Well, figuratively in the dark that is, for where I was standing, I was silhouetted by a large circle of light, light that allowed me to glance about at my surroundings and see with my own eyes where I was. Unfortunately, all that was revealed to me were smooth metal walls and nothing else.

"What's going on?" I asked, my fear creeping into my voice once again as I spoke.

"You need not fear us Jack," spoke the voice, "You are safe. We have saved you."

"Saved me... ?" I murmured in disbelief.

"Yes!" declared the voice calmly. "Your world has been destroyed. A meteorite plummeted into it. The impact destroyed the crust of your world throwing up millions of tons of particles into the atmosphere blocking out your sun. The aftershock and the blast of the impact engulfed your entire world in a matter of minutes."

"Engulfed ... all... ?" I stammered in response, tears running down my face as my mind came to grips with what was being said. "My family... ?"

"Your family lives!" the voice replied. "We saved everyone who was with you when we took you."

"They're alive..." I stammered, "My wife ... my daughters ... they're alive!"

"Yes Jack," the voice said, "they are alive and well, as are the rest of your family."

"Where..." I began to ask.

"They are close by," the voice said knowingly, "and you will be reunited with them soon."

I glanced about again in the vain hope that I would see my wife and children, but it was not to be. All I saw was the metal walls that I had noticed before the voice spoke to me. Tears still ran down my cheeks and fear welled up in me. For a moment I did nothing. Then taking a deep breath, I wiped the tears from my eyes and took hold of my emotions.

"Where am I?" I asked, forcing myself to focus on the immediate.

"You are onboard a starship." replied the voice in a matter of fact tone. "You and your family are in a vast starship travelling deep in space."

"Where are we going?" I asked bluntly. "What do you want from us?"

"We are transporting you light years from your own solar system," the voice replied. "Your planet is dead; however there are other worlds that have just begun. We are transporting you to one of these worlds. It has been determined that the human race must survive, so we are transporting you and your family to a new planet so that the human race will grow again."

"What... ?" I cried in a startled tone.

"You and your family will save the human race!" the voice responded.

"But..." I started to say, shocked at the suggestion that was being implied.

"There are no buts," said the voice firmly. "We understand your objections, however in selecting you and your family, it was determined that you objections would be overruled. You and your family is the best chance for the survival of you species."

"But..." I stammered once more.

"There is no but." interrupted the voice. "During this journey, conditions have been implemented to remove all obstacles that would prevent the continuation of the human race. These conditions will become active once you and your family reach the world that we have selected for you."

"But..." I started to say in protest again.

"There is no 'but' Jack," said the voice in finality. "You will rest now so that our conditioning can be completed. Then in a day or two of your time, you will be reunited with your family."

That was it. As the words of the voice faded, my mind went blank and before I could even cry out in surprise or protestation, my mind faded into oblivion.

When I became conscious again the metal room was gone and I was standing in an open field with a clear blue sky above me and long, wild grass rustling about my knees. A gentle breeze rustled my hair.

"What... !" I said aloud in a startled voice.

"Jack... !" exclaimed a familiar voice.

"Dad... !" cried three others.

"Son... ?" murmured another.

I blinked. About me were my family and my wife's family. We were all there and for a second joy filled my heart. Then I blinked again.

My wife, Emma was standing directly in front of me, no more than five feet away. She was staring at me in disbelief. I think I was doing the same, but at her. I blinked again and looked around a second time.

"Jack is that you?" asked my wife.

"Emma..." I said cautiously, "you look ... younger. You look like you did before we had kids. You look like you're in your early twenties."

"So do you Jack." Emma replied, giving me a big grin. "You look like a total hunk, honey"

Surprised, I took a quick look at myself. Boy was I surprised. I was standing in a denim shirt and pants with work boots on. Gone was my beer gut and day old stubble that had once adorned my face. I was now trim, fit looking, and looking every bit the jock, which was shocking because I had never been a jock in my whole life. Hell, I think I was even taller than I remembered.

"What happened son?" my mother asked.

I looked at her and nearly fainted. My wife glanced at her and gasped with surprise. My mother didn't look like my mother. Gone was the sixty-five year old, bespectacled, frail looking grandmother of my children. The woman before me looked nothing like that; instead the woman before me looked like a twenty-something pin-up girl from the 'fifties'. Her grey hair was now shiny black and hanging in a ponytail down her back. Her curves were blatant beneath her clothing and I found that I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"Mom... !" I exclaimed upon seeing her.

My mother looked down at herself in response and then flashed me a smile. Instantly my cock twitched in my pants. My mother's smile turned into a knowing grin. Embarrassed I blushed and looked away.

"Mother... ?" I heard my wife cry out suddenly.

"Mom... !" I heard my sisters-in-law shout.

"Girls... !" gasped my mother-in-law.

Quickly I glanced about once more. To my surprise, my mother wasn't the only one who had changed. I blinked again and tried not to grin. My mother-in-law, once stout, white haired and all wrinkled up with big, saggy boobs was standing off to one side looking like a hottie. Like my own mother, whose new look had caused a stirring where there should never have been a stirring, Betty caused an immediate reaction in my pants. The woman was still short, but she certainly wasn't looking anything like a grandmother. Dressed as we all were, in denim and work boots, she looked sort of like 'Ellie-May Clampet' from the 'Beverly Hillbillies'. Her white hair was now silky blonde and done up in pigtails, and she looked all peaches and cream. Her once saggy breasts were now tight 34D's that threatened to spill out of her top.

I just stood there and drooled for a minute.

"Dad... !"

I jumped with surprise and glanced around. My daughter Sarah was glaring at me. So were all the others.

"What... ?" I stammered, blushing with embarrassment.

"What happened to us?" my wife, mother and half the other women asked simultaneously, saving me from the look that was in my eldest's eyes.

"Ummm..." I started to say, trying to think of what to answer. Then I paused and looked about. Everyone was looking at me. I took a deep breath and sighed.

"What do you remember?" I asked after a moment.

"The barbeque..." replied my wife.

"A white light... !" exclaimed my mother and mother-in-law.

"Voices talking to us... ," answered my nieces and daughters.

"Earth was destroyed!" shouted Karen my youngest.

"Yes..." I said glancing at her. "Earth is gone."

"We're mankind's second chance!" declared Heather, my sister-in-law.

"That we are..." I said softly, glancing about the women as I spoke.

"But what happened to you and mom... ?" asked my middle child Lizzy.

"Yeah, all you old guys are really young again." interjected my niece Carol, glancing towards her grandmother as she spoke. "What's with that?"

"Well..." I started to say, trying to think of how to phrase the next revelation without shocking the girl.

"Didn't you hear Aunt Heather," Helena, Carol's older sister said interrupting me. "We are mankind's last chance. That means that we need to have babies, which means everyone needs to be ... well ... young again."

"Babies?" squealed Carol, looking at her sister in surprise and then over at me. Suddenly she turned bright red.

"That's not important right now." I said bluntly. "What's important is that we're alive and we're together."

"What about our dad?" Paula, my sister Jane's daughter asked.

"Yeah..." said the other girls, glancing about as they spoke. "Where's are our dads?"

I didn't know what to say so I looked away. Suddenly the group fell silent.

In the end it was my mother who took charge.

"It doesn't matter what happened to your dads," Mom declared bluntly. "I know you all loved them and they loved you, but we're here now and they're not. Whatever became of them, they would want you girls to survive and that's what we need to do. Later, when we have a chance we can have a good cry for those who aren't here."

"Agreed!" huffed Betty, my mother-in-law. "We need to think about the immediate."

"Yes..." I said solemnly in agreement. "We need to focus on surviving. Later, as Mom says, we'll grieve for those who aren't here."

"But..." asked Bethany, Emma's youngest sister, "how are we going to survive here?"

She had a point. We all looked about us. We were standing on the crest of a fair size hill in an open field, hip deep in wild grass. The top of the hill was a broad expanse and covered a large portion of land. The hill dropped off gently in all directions. To the south of us I could make out a body of water. From the look of it, it might be a narrow lake or a wide river. Much of it was obscured by copses of trees, small hillocks, and thickets lining its edge. On its far side, hills rose up and rolled away into the distance. To the north and west of our location we could see a distant tree line. Perhaps it was the edge to a forest. I couldn't tell from where we were.

Beyond that there wasn't much to see. Just open fields running in all directions with more hills in the east similar to the one we were standing on. It looked like good land, but at the moment, I didn't know. Besides, from the looks of it, we had nothing but the clothing on our backs. Personally, I didn't know how our benefactors expected us to survive and from the looks on the faces of the women standing about me, I got the impression that they were all thinking the same thing.

That was when it happened. There was suddenly a thud that shook the earth behind me. It was followed by several more. Surprised I spun around and looked.

There, but a dozen feet from me was a sea container. Beside it there were two more. I gasped with surprise when I saw it.

"How... ?" I muttered in a low voice.

"It just appeared out of thin air." Emma interjected.

"Holy..." I started to say in disbelief.

"Jack..." my mother chided me, giving me the look she always gave me when I was about to do something rude. "Mind you words son, after all this is a new world. Let's start off being polite."

That stopped me cold. I glanced over towards my mother and saw her looking back. The woman might not look like the woman I remembered, but the expression on her face was the same as it had always been when she had corrected me as a child. I smiled at her and grinned.

My daughter Karen snickered and I glanced at her. That brought on a chuckle or two from my sisters. Beaten I sighed and turned my attention back to the sea containers. Silently I walked over to the one that stood closest to me.

"Well," I said upon reaching it, "it looks like our benefactors intend to help us out."

"I wonder who they are?" my wife said as she came up beside me.

"Aliens ... I suppose," I said without hesitation.

"Aliens... ?" murmured the others as they gathered about me.

"Doesn't really matter." my mother said sternly, "What matter's is that they saved us and now, from the looks of it, they intend to help us out."

"True," we all said in reply.

"Well, let's have a look inside." I suggested after a moment of silence.

It took a little help from my wife and a couple of the other women to pop the latches on the double doors and get them open. The ground wasn't even and the containers had settled down an inch or so when they had thudded in. Still muscle power over came all resistance and after a few minutes of heaving and pulling, we got the doors pulled open.

What we found was a computer terminal.

"What the..." murmured several of my nieces and in-laws.

"Turn it on Dad." Lizzy, my middle child said over my shoulder.

"Might as well." I replied.

I stepped up to the terminal and looked for an on button. The terminal was mounted on a flat shelf suspended about half way up the height of the opening. The recess storing it was only about four inches deep. To the right of the terminal was a monitor and below that there appeared to be a slot from which paper might come out. A built in printer, was my guess.

As I pushed the power button, the monitor lit up and blinked for a moment. Then after a second or two the screen turned solid blue. A moment later, white letters appeared on the screen. It read, "Build temporary shelter." The words blinked on and off repeatedly.

"Okay..." I murmured aloud, wondering what to do next. "There's no mouse..."

"Maybe its touch screen!" suggested Lizzy, who was still looking over my shoulder.

"Try touching the screen, Jack!" insisted my sister Jane.

So I touched the screen. Suddenly the words stopped blinking and I heard a gasp of surprise slipping from the lips of everyone. Surprised myself, I took a step backwards. My family made space for me.

"Did something just happen to you?" I asked looking Lizzy in the eye.

"Yeah..." she replied, looking thoughtfully from me to the computer monitor.

"Me too!" exclaimed my niece Fiona.

"Did something happen to everyone?" I asked, glancing about me.

"Yes!" exclaimed everyone as grins formed on their faces.

"I know what's in these sea containers." I said bluntly.

"Modular tentage," declared Betty in a confident voice.

"And lighting..." cried my Mom.

"And a generator to run the lights." Emma interjected.

"Plus air mattresses and bedding," shouted my daughter Sarah.

"It told us what we need to do first." I said knowingly. "Our benefactors have made certain that we know what to do with what they've given us."

"So what are we waiting for," my mother asked. "We've got a shelter to put up and sunlight is burning. Let's get it done."

"Let's do it!" we all cried out enthusiastically.

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