The next day

The covers are warm, laying gently upon you. You feel warm flesh laying on your chest, with your arm wrapped around. Next to you on one side is another; and another, on the other. This last one has its arms wrapped around your shoulder.

You open slowly open your eyes, the lights in the room are dim, letting you know it's technically morning; looking down, you see Rachel on your chest. To your right, you see Haruka, to your left Yasmin.

You lay there not willing to disturb anyone of them, not even Rachel who has a small pool of drool building on your chest.

You just think about the past couple of weeks, being stranded, enhanced, and grievously injured. However, what shocks you the most is how lucky you are, you are the only surviving man on a planet that causes women to crave sex.

You feel Rachel start to stir, she runs her hand through her long blonde hair tucking it behind an ear. She then rubs her mouth, noticing she drooled, she touches then pool on your chest. Suddenly she realizes she slept on someone, she looks up at you.

"Hey, Morning," you say.

"Morning, big brother; uh sorry," she says, pointing to the pool.

"Don't worry about it," you whisper, "come on, it's time to get up."

She gets up slowly as to not wake the others, you soon follow suit. Both of you exit the room, slowly shutting the door behind you.

You go to the small kitchen, opening the fridge, you all had put some food into it. Your sister even managed to get the old thing running.

You pull out some egg rations, they are basically dehydrated eggs; so you add hot water. Your sister gets some coffee.

"We really need to get better food," you say, **** on an egg that was still dehydrated.

"Yeah, Haruka's crops seem to be growing well," Rachel says, sipping on the coffee.

"What are you up to today?" you ask, shoving in another egg.

"I'm going to get that ship fixed," she says slumping in her chair.

You two sit in silence for a minute, then you hear the door open and close gently.

"Morning" Yasmin greets you two.

You both follow suit and greet her. She goes into the fridge and also grabs a coffee, pouring the heated pouch into a mug.

"What's your plan for today, Yasmin?" you inquire.

"I still need to analyze the samples you gave me," she says, "plus I need to get the medical bay back in order between the time between occupants and me, it's kind of a mess."

You stand up, ready to head out and start your day; throwing your pouch into the disposal.

"What's yours?" Yasmin asks.

"I don't know yet," you tell her.