Healthily in your favour for now, but you realise that every possible point could matter.

Once you were out of the atmosphere and across the orbital threshold that marking the zone that any planetary enforcement could 'come a-callin' you ease the throttle of your engines and bring your ship to a comfortable cruising speed. Being back at the helm of your starship was doing wonders for the nervous feeling eating away at you, as you find yourself torn between wanting to check your scores and see how certain your victory was. While the rest dreads the prospects of seeing any messages from your family.

It was a safe bet your daughter Maddie would be none the wiser to your identity, but your half-sister and Mother on the other hand might have had just enough time to process what had happened to them to piece things together. Still, you'd have to cross that bridge eventually, or burn them entirely, but in any case, as you cruise past and see a vast crimson nebula cloud drift across your view screen, its infinite beauty hypnotic look so close yet impossibly far away as it clouds seem to swirl like smoke. You take a deep breath and decide it's time to at least see where you stood after the last few days.

You engage the autopilot to keep a steady course towards one of the hyper shipping lanes and then engage the holo display, the serene view of space is replaced with a black screen. With a casual gesture, you flick you synch your wrist terminal with the holo and your stomach lurches as you see there are several warning display messages that had been suppressed by whatever May had done to your device. With a heavy sigh you gesture to display the warning messages, knowing it'll be easier to confirm them, than trying to dismiss them without opening them.

_**Warning close genetic match with sexual partner detected

You are about to engage sexually with a close relative are you sure you wish to continue?**_

Our scans detect your partner is a direct relative, please consult your local planetary customers & legal guide as your actions may be illegal and/or societally unaccepted.

At the very least please consider using protection

Stay Safe - CiCi Pharma tech

Your stomach lurches as it had when May first revealed her deception to you and then with another sigh and gesture you click confirm and the next message pops up. Sure enough, it's a follow-up message warning you that you proceeded to have sex despite their warning and recommending you once again check the local laws and customs guide. It also notes your lack of protection and warns that this could lead to pregnancy.

You skip through the remaining messages which are more or less repeats of the same messages until finally, you get an oddly cheerful voice ask if you'd like to disable close genetic match warnings for the future? You hesitate for a moment before confirming yes to disabling that message, as despite what you now know, you still find yourself thinking back to your time with your daughter Maddie and knowing you'd happily do it all again. Even now you find your cock stirring between your legs at the thought of being between your daughters again.

With that, you reach the main menu screen of your wrist terminal and are grateful to see no new notifications from either your Mother or Half-Sister. You navigate to the breeding tracker and wait with bated breath as the app syncs your local data to the holonet. Sure enough, a few seconds later you let out a small gasp as you see your new scores added on.

Secret Taboo goal - Bred your own Mother - 5 points *Author note - If you're reading this then you're even kinkier or more **** than I thought, Love Amanda*

Secret Taboo goal - Bred your own Sister - 5 points *Author note - If you're reading this then you're even kinkier or more **** than I thought, Love Amanda*

Secret Taboo goal - Bred your own Daughter - 5 points - *Author note - If you're reading this then you're even kinkier or more **** than I thought, Love Amanda* **Aditional Author note -Multiple fertilisations detected potential bonus if carried to term and birthed - Is birthed even a real word? Fuck I'm too drunk for this, just record the message as is - Amanda**

Family Tree Surgeon - 25 points (Baby multiplier on each relative increased to 5 times per child rather than standard double) *Author note - Yeah! fuck that family tree up you nasty bitch!!!, Love Amanda*

Bred a Big 5 Corpo princes (May Azure) - 50 points - *Author note -Multiple fertilisations detected potential bonus if carried to term and birthed - Is birthed even a real word? Fuck I'm too drunk for this, just record the message as is - Amanda*You lean back and watch as a whopping 90 points are added to your score, with the promise of a hefty bonus if your Mother, Sister and Daughter give birth. It seems that May has done you a potentially big favour with her own twisted bargain, other than awakening a darker side to yourself that you weren't quite aware existed. Although you imagine Amanda will be kicking herself when she hears how you got those bonuses without even wanting or trying to, as you imagine she must have added them as a joke. The unspecified bonus on multiple pregnancies is a nice boon too especially given how big a scorer May is.

Although as your points are tallied and added to your total you can't help but notice that Amanda's score has also shot up, although without a breakdown it's impossible to tell if she's started bagging some bonuses of her own if she's gone out like a woman possessed and bred all those women in the few days it's been or if some of her earlier conquests have given birth.

It begins to dawn on you that as much of a lead as you've gained today and even with the certainty that May will carry you children and net you a healthy amount of additional points, it still might not be enough. You rest a hand on your still flat for now stomach and think on the life Amelia made you plant inside of yourself, slowly growing. Unlike Amanda, you definitely had a clock it would be increasingly difficult to find women to casually breed while your own stomach swells. On top of that in a month or so you'll hit that point where any women you can impregnate won't give birth in time for the bet's deadline.

Amanda would have a clear advantage playing the numbers game, while your own score would stagnate, bar the odd bonus if some of the special targets beyond Debbie Munroe and May Azure give birth to your kids. You begin to realise uneasily that the potential points at stake with your own family are too valuable to possibly let slip. It's going to be quite a few uneasy conversations to have, but you realise you need to come clean with your family and do your best to convince them to keep your kids. Thank the void you have May in your corner to help smooth things over and lend her an impossible amount of resources to help matters.

You bring your ship to a full stop and take manual control as you bring yourself around and start heading back to the planet while transmitting a message to May addressing the favours she promised before you became her Mistress. You swiftly return to the planet making up some story about a contractor jerking your about with a delivery job to the docking officials. Then as you put yourself up in a room at one of the fancier hotels you begin to plan out how to approach your Mother, Sister and Maddie your daughter.

May seemingly drops whatever family business that should be occupying her time to assist you with your requests until finally, you have what you hope is everything you need to convince your family members. With everything ready at hand, you decide to do this in order that you did them in. Taking a moment to dress in your respectable flight uniform, taking a moment to suppress the thought that this was the last thing you were wearing before Amelia got you to impregnate her and yourself.