Silhoutted against the stars, arms and legs splayed as if floating on water, Sarah drifted in the micro-gravity of the spacecraft’s observation room. A halo of starlight played around her supple form, umber fur flowing ever so slightly with each deep, calm breath. Her bushy tail swished back and fore peacefully in the near-silence of the engine hum, and her youthful breasts slowly swayed with the motion. A second splayed form floated slowly next to her, this one much smaller. Eyes closed, drifting peacefully through the air, Sarah’s little sister June dozed in the peaceful warmth of the ship. The two forms drifted closer and closer with their momentum, and gently collided. Sarah wrapped her arms tight around the little fox kit, who reflexively returned the embrace. In the dim light of the stars, the sisters held one another close, still silent, just feeling the warmth and closeness of one another’s naked bodies. Sarah nuzzled her face into the nape of June’s neck protectively, breathing in the comforting smell. Here, they were free. They could do anything. Be anything. That’s why they’d stolen their neighbour’s old mining kit ship. He’d been nice to them, and they felt a little bad at first, but he was old and the abandoned skiff had just been gathering rust in a copse in the woods for years. They’d siphoned some fuel from some much nicer commuter micro-ships from the fancy part of town, cleaned the dirt out as best they’d could, and left in the night. It’s not like their parents would notice they’d gone, after all. June’s belly shattered the momentary peace with a low, hungry grumble. The pair giggled at the sound. “Sounds like you’re ready for some grub. What’ll it be, madam?” laughed Sarah. “Hmmm… scrambled eggs!” grinned June, a big toothy smile of delight. “Right away, madam,” was the reply, Sarah affecting a faux-pompous, butler-esque accent, drawing more giggles from her little sister. Sarah pecked June on the cheek, and pushed gently away, drifting out of the observation room and into the small, utilitarian kitchen. She smiled and sighed as she turned on the old electric hob and started cracking eggs. Since they’d run away, they’d surprisingly wanted for very little. Sure, they had to stop off at waystations to grab a shower, and it’d taken a while for them to get the place fully clean after years of neglect. In the end though, it turned out there was good money to be made scraping asteroids for precious minerals, at least enough to support the two of them comfortably. At least, good money provided you were in an unlicensed ship. Still, that was nothing Sarah couldn’t solve with a few bribes at the right waystations. Now, they were the proud owners of the SS Breakaway. The SS was June’s idea; after all, every other ship had a neat, official-sounding prefix, so why shouldn’t theirs? Thus, the Stolen Spaceship Breakaway was born. Sarah whisked up the eggs with some salt and pepper and poured them into the pan, which hissed with gratitude. It had taken a while for the smell of old leaves and damp to leave the kitchen, but after three months, the walls were pleasantly re-seasoned, now with the smell of hot food, herbs and spices. They’d bought some upgrades for the kitchen with their earnings; all new utensils and cookware, and some simple automated assistant plug-ins for the hob. As the eggs sizzled and began to cook, one of these magical gizmos pinged as it detected the dish, and smoothly slid four slices of soft white bread into a nearby toaster. It was a little tricky to cook in micro-gravity, but with the help of magnetic surfaces and some special cookware, it was manageable. Soon, the smell of food filled the little ship, and June floated lazily in to the kitchen, tumbling end over end. “Just in time, I was about to dish up. Sit that butt down!” grinned Sarah, reaching behind her to grab a couple of fresh plates. “Can you pass me some cutlery, please?” June nodded, latching on to a chair and righting herself, before fishing around in a magnetized drawer for a pair of knives and forks, along with a bottle of ketchup. They could have installed a gravity generator, but it would have been extremely costly. Besides, the pair enjoyed the freedom of micro-gravity. It made the ship feel more… theirs. Because they could go anywhere on the ship, every inch of it belonged to them. They were in control. The pair started chowing down hungrily, savouring the sweet, tender eggs that Sarah had prepared. She’d always been a good cook, even back home, but now with the freedom and money to cook whatever she liked, her skills had improved by leaps and bounds. Still, even with the funds to buy the finest steaks, or the rarest spices, Sarah liked to make these simple recipes. Doing them just so, to a platonic, satisfying perfection. As they ate, June’s eyes slid over her older sister’s body. At 16, she was a slightly early bloomer, with perky, plump breasts just nearing completion, lifted beyond the realms of the average by the micro-gravity. Her figure was smooth and delicate, perfectly in proportion; she didn’t have the biggest assets, and she was quite slender, but there was a pleasing roundness here and there that reminded June that her sister was rapidly becoming a woman. She felt herself tingle a little as she stared. “I wonder if I’ll be as pretty as Sarah,” she thought, considering her own form. At only 12, June hadn’t hit puberty yet. She still had her sister’s slenderness, but her features had still to develop. While her big sister shaved her privates, June’s little cunny hadn’t even begun to grow hair yet. Her soft, unblemished pinkness pressed against the soft leather stool as she ate, and she could feel a slight wetness down there. Sarah caught her eyes, and June saw that she was grinning. She snapped her eyes back to her food and began wolfing it down, blushing furiously. Sarah took her chance to drink in the view. June had always been cute, and she was even cuter in the nude. Her breasts were non-existent, and her fur was still so fine and soft, it caught the dim light of the kitchen and almost seemed to sparkle. Her pink, fresh skin was visible through the light here and there. Sarah smiled, and began to finish her own meal. “I take it the food was satisfactory, then?” Sarah chuckled, taking the dirty plate just as June finished her last bite with a sigh of satisfaction. “That was… really good. You’re such a good cook, sis!” the little fox kit smiled back with big warm eyes. “Thanks, glad you liked it,” replied Sarah. “Go on, you can go relax. I’ll handle dishes. You had that book you wanted to finish in the bedroom, right?” June nodded and thanked her sister again, before kicking off from her chair and floating back out in to the observation room while Sarah busied herself scrubbing the cookware. It didn’t take too longer, and she decided to take a nap on the observation deck, to sleep off the post-meal sluggishness. … Susan’s eyes snapped open in the twilight darkness. Her field of view was immediately filled with the vast cosmic view from the observation window, disorienting her slightly. Her ears perked up, twitching, as if reaching towards some unheard sound. Something felt wrong. What was it? A mumble, and a murmer from the bedroom. Then, a soft whimper. Susan span around, clawing and grabbing at the guide railing, pulling herself as quick as she could to the bedroom. Was June in trouble? As she approached, she slowed, now creeping towards the door silently along the wall, holding her breath to conceal herself. Had they been boarded? Pirates? Slavers? Who’d bother with a ship like this? Carefully, she reached forward, and silently opened the bedroom door an inch, peering through. There, floating in the centre of the room, was June. She was curled up, almost in the fetal position, panting and sighing as she slammed a little pink vibrator furiously in and out of her tight young pussy, her lower lips red and puffy with arousal. A string of her wetness dripped down her sodden cunny and drifted in the air, twinkling in the dim starlight. June moaned, thrusting harder and harder as she seemed to approach climax. Sarah’s eyes widened as she breathed a sigh of relief, before slapping her hand over her mouth. June gasped and froze, snapping out of her trance as her head spun to meet her big sister’s gaze. “Oh fuck, sorry, sorry, sorry!” yelped Susan in fright, opening the door fully now. “I didn’t mean to spy or interrupt you, I swear! I just heard noises and thought you might be hurt or something!” June was shaking now, both with the comedown from her near-orgasm, and with shock at the sudden intrusion. “I-it’s ok, I’m sorry, I should have locked the door!” smiled June weakly, breathing still heavy with exertion. Their eyes were locked together now, and a silence fell over the room, save for the grumble of the ship’s engine and the heavy beating of their hearts. “I… I’ll go back to the observation deck, I’ll leave you to it…” smiled Sarah kindly as she went to shut the door. “No, wait!” shouted June, still trembling. Sarah paused. “Do… do you want to join me?” grinned the little girl, shyly. Sarah grinned back. “Hell yeah.” Sarah flung the door wide and launched herself over the threshold, colliding with her little sister in a bear hug, the two of them giggling madly as they tumbled through the room and bounced softly off of the bed. Sarah showered June with kisses all over her delicate body, savouring the softness of each peck as June giggled. Then, giggling slowed to chuckling, and chuckling gave way to moaning. The kisses sent shivers across her fur, and she felt the warmth of a finger begin to play around her little opening as Sarah cradled her. The next kiss met June’s mouth, and she gave in to it completely. Her eyes rolled back as her mouth opened for her sister’s tongue, just as her cunny opened up softly against the pressing finger, which began to fuck her tiny hole. She could feel Sarah’s thumb rolling gently around her clit, careful not to touch the sensitive nub, just to tease with with pressure from the surround folds. June moaned into the kiss, and Sarah moaned with her as the two sisters melted in to one another. With the pressure already built up from her masturbation session, it didn’t take long for June to pop like a champagne cock. With a spasm, she cried out, breaking the kiss. Her whole body shivered as she came, her pussy twitching and clencing around Sarah’s finger. Sarah pulled her closer, not crushing, just holding, like a baby bird. Sarah kissed her lovingly on the forehead as she trembled and gasped with the final aftershocks of her orgasm. Once she’d stopped trembling, June reached up and whispered gingerly in her sister’s ear, “Can I do you?…” Sarah smiled, and nodded. The little fox kit disentangled herself from her sister’s grasp, and straightened up, now parallel with Sarah. She crawled down, hooking her legs behind her sister’s, and wrapping her little arms around Sarah’s butt. Sarah gasped as she felt a soft, wet kiss place itself firmly on her clit. Then another, and another. She moaned and grunted with pleasure as the kisses became licks, and the licks became a steadily suckling. Sarah reached down and ran one hand through the fur atop her sister’s head. Her other handed kneaded her left breast, occasionally pinching at her nipple and bringing forth more soft sighs of pleasure. She began to buck her hips into her sister’s face, desperately pushing her crotch into June’s eager mouth. Sarah looked down and almost laughed at the sight of her sister, latched on like a limpet to her lower half, face slick and wet with girl cum. Noisy slurps floated up to Sarah’s ears. The whole thing was just too much. She could feel June’s little fingers probing around her shaven folds, and a hand groping her right buttock. “Ngaaah!”, Sarah whined as she felt herself opening up further, and realised she could no longer count the fingers. June was pushing her whole little hand inside of her sister, pressing hard against Sarah’s g-spot. As the tiny fist slipped inside with a wet bump, Sarah arched her back and came harder than she’d ever cum before, spraying her juices against June’s face with each shuddering contraction. June lapped them up lustfully, as if they were the antidote to some terrible poison, an elixir of life and of love. Slowly, the two began to wind down, and Sarah grunted as her sister gently slipped her hand from within her. June clambered back up Sarah’s body, and embraced her with a warm kiss. The two panted and sighed, staring into one another’s eyes with a deep love, their heart’s pounding against one another’s chests, Sarah’s breasts pushing softly against June’s nipples. A dangerous look flashed across Sarah’s face, like a predator spying prey. June stared back into her sister’s eyes, trembling. “I want you,” said Sarah, suddenly firm. “You’ve got me right here,” smiled June. “No. I want you,” growled her sister, lust rumbling through her tones. “Come with me.” Sarah paused only to grab something from a drawer, and then gently lead her sister out of the bedroom and back on to the observation deck. “Why are we here?” queried June curiously. Her sister buckled the double-ended strap-on to her crotch, slipping her end inside of her now-stretched pussy with a grunt, and kissed her sister, before gazing out of the wide window into the stars, and smiling. “I want them to watch.” June stared too now, soaking in the vastness that surrounded them, her heart beating like a drum. Then she wrapped her legs around her sister’s torso, and her arms around her neck, and nuzzled the nape of her neck. “Please… yes…” she whimpered, dripping with adrenaline. Sarah propped herself up against the back wall, and pushed her sister’s back against the tempered plastiglass of the viewing window, sending trembles through the little girl as the cold tickled her skin. She kissed her sister’s cheek, and pushed the tip of her new cock against June’s sopping cunny. The fox kit gritted her teeth. June cried out as, with a push, the girthy tip of the blue latex popped past her entrance. Sarah held back for a moment as June adjusted to the new intrusion, whimpering with excitement. And then she began to fuck. Thrusting, slamming, the strap-on stretching and filling them both. June moaned, almost screaming as the euphoric fullness plunged in and out of her. Hot, wet strands of cum squirted and floated away between them, landing and sticking on the glass. The slight knot of the dildo banged against June’s lips with each buck. Sarah grunted in unison with each push, their clits grinding together and blasting their minds with pleasure. The smell of their sex began to fill the ship, only serving to drive them deeper into their lust, their hunger for one another. The glass thumped with each thrust as June’s little buttocks pap-papped against it. They could both feel it building now. A roaring energy, a fire screaming to be released. “P-Please, oh god, Sarah, please!… Unghh…” moaned June through her gasps. Their pussies smushed together, almost trying to reach inside one another. They could feel one another’s hotness, their wetness, intermingling and becoming one as they fulfilled their desire, consuming one another entirely, heat and softness and stretching and fucking. “I- I’m gonna… oh god, Juuuune…” groaned Sarah. The two nuzzled down into one another’s necks, clinging together so tightly they almost couldn’t breathe. With a huge slam forward, meeting only a little resistance, Sarah popped the knot deep inside her sister. The two screamed in a raging bliss as they came together, drencing one another’s legs with cum as they both spasmed and seized with shockwaves of pleasure. Like two friends in a terrible storm at sea, they clung tight to one another, sobbing with choked gasps of euphoria. Slowly, ever so slowly, their grip begin to loosen, and the tears and juices began to dry. In the darkness of the astral gloom, droplets of saliva and cum twinkled like new stars. The two had passed out, and they slowly began to drift, still embraced as they span softly in the dim light. … Through the ship’s intercom, a soft piano melody played, a mellow bossa nova tune that smelled like coffee and rain. Silhoutted against the stars, arms and legs splayed as if floating on water, two figures drifted. One small, one large. Holding hands with fingers intertwined. Here, they were free. They could do anything. Be anything. Here… they could be in love.