Bait and Switch Retype – Ch 21-22
Introduction:
Donnaâs decision, the Team Rocket twins, Half-breeds born, Battle.
Ch 21
The sound of a text message wakes me, and groggily I reach over to check it. Shanna and Gina had kept me up most of the night, and then when Nancy had come in. . . Okay, I canât help but smile at the memories from last night, but Iâm exhausted. I had quite literally stumbled back through my door, and fallen asleep before my head hit the pillow. I canât even remember the drive home. Iâm thankful that Lela hadnât come to get me last night, or I’d be even more tired than I am now.
“Get your rest today.” the text reads, and itâs from my sister. I wonder why she doesnât use the nanites to communicate telepathically.
Sitting up in bed, I only then realize that somethingâs not right. Iâm still fully dressed, including my shoes, but my posters are gone, and someone has rearranged my room. A groan sounds next to me, and in shock I see Robin laying there.
Did I get with Robin last night? I wonder, but can’t see how I had. Iâm still fully dressed. . . Then I recognize my surroundings. I’m in Dennis’s room! I must have been so tired last night that I turned right when I shouldâve turned left. . .
As quietly as Iâm able, I try to sneak out, but to no avail.
“Hey, dude,” Dennis murmurs just as my hand touches the doorknob, “next time sleep in your own damn bed. You were quite the buzzkill.”
Embarrassed I make it back to my own room, and plan on going back to sleep, but after thirty minutes of just lying there, fretting about what Iâm going to do with the demons in a couple weeks, and tossing and turning, I finally get up, and shower.
I debate on skipping class today, but since Iâm already awake, I figure I might as well go in. Besides, it might help to distract me.
âNick!â a feminine voice hails me, her breath misting in the early morning chill. “Hey, have you been studying?” The woman smiles at me, but I don’t recognize her.
“Studying?” I ask in confusion. “It’s only the second day of the semester. We can’t have any tests already!”
She laughs at me, but I still have no idea who this is. Her hair is a mousy brown color, reaching down to her shoulders, and matching brown eyes. She stands a little shorter than me, and her skin seems a little too big on her.
“No, for math club, silly!” she informs me, and suddenly I think I know who this was.
“Barbara?” I ask just to be sure.
“Sorry,” she tells me, her smile getting bigger, “I forget how different I look after losing so much weight. I know most people put on weight over the holidays, but for some reason I just kept shedding the pounds!”
I can see the old Barbara in her now. She could almost be cute, if she fit in her skin better. Then I remember what I’d done for Mrs. Polkins, and turn up Barbara’s skin elasticity, hoping that will help her.
“Yeah! Sorry,” I say, happy for her, “You look great!” Then remembering how Mrs. Polkins has changed mentally, I think to ask, “How have you been feeling?”
“Good,” she says, her smile never leaving her thin face. “I have a lot more energy, and have been surprised by all the attention the guys’ve been giving me.” She laughs again, and I can’t help smiling with her.
“Well, good luck,” I tell her. “I’d better get to class.” I think of Donald and Adam, and hope that everything I’d done for them has turned out as well as it did for Barbara.
Iâm almost to my class, when another female voice stops me in my tracks. This one I know from hours of lectures last semester. Professor Frankens is standing in the doorway to her classroom, as I turn to look at her. Sheâs dressed pretty modestly for her, with a suit jacket on, and a skirt that actually goes all the way down to her ankles.
“I need to have a talk with you, Mr. Xavier,” she tells me, as she opens the door wider to let me through. As I enter her classroom, wondering why sheâs being so formal, I see that itâs empty and guess that she doesnât have a class this hour. My first thought is that sheâs after another tryst, but I really donât feel up to it quite yet this morning. Especially after last night.
The professor steps back in front of me, and leads me down to her office. Iâm trying to come up with a way to gently turn her down, without having to talk too much, knowing that my voice still has an effect on her.
I still haven’t come up with a way, when she sits down behind her desk and looks me squarely in the eyes. Her brown orbs bore into me for a bit, and I realize that she probably hasnât brought me in here for sex, after all.
“First of all, Mr. Xavier, I want to thank you for being discreet about what happened between us before Winter break,” she tells me, her voice stiff and formal.
I give her a quick nod, still wary of speaking.
“Please understand that what I did was wrong,” she continues. “In my years of teaching I have never crossed that line with a student. I still don’t fully understand why I did so with you. I hope you don’t harbor any ill will towards me for what I did, or for saying that it can’t happen again.”
To say Iâm disappointed is an understatement. I had truly enjoyed my encounter with the sexy professor, and even with the guilt of knowing that I’d manipulated her into it, I’ve looked forward to further escapades with her. I see that sheâs looking at me, waiting for an answer. I still donât want to speak though, and influence her unduly. When I give her another nod, she grimaces, but continues.
“I’ve put in my resignation here, and have already been accepted in another college across state.” Her tone is sad now, and I feel sorry for her.
“No,” I say, before I can think better of it, and see her shudder slightly at the sound of my voice, but I go on. “You don’t have to do that. I promise not to tell anyone, and we don’t have to. . . to you know. . .” for some reason I have a hard time saying sex in front of this older, professional woman, despite what we’ve done together. I figure it has something to do with the formal attitude sheâs portraying, and donât want to be the first one to say it.
“But I do, Mr. Xavier,” she insists. “Even as you speak, I feel myself being drawn to you. I can’t risk losing my career over the desires of my body.” Her face grows stern, and she looks at me harder. “Make no mistake; I’m not saying that I’m in love with you or anything of that sort, only that I can separate lust from love.”
Only then do I realize that she blames herself for what weâve done. Itâs not her fault, and I truly feel bad for my part in it, but can see that sheâs determined to go, no matter what I say. If I were willing to use my switches on her, I can change her mind, I know, but Iâm still not willing to cross that line again.
But I donât have to use my switches. I remember how sheâd behaved as Iâd dominated her before Winter break.
“I understand,” I tell her. “Youâll be missed,” I say, and despite my earlier reservations about not feeling up to anything, I want to show her just what sheâll be missing. I quickly sense for Shannaâs switch, and note that she is only one building over. She had basically freed me from the requirement of being with her, when it comes to other women. A freedom Iâm going to exercise now.
“I have already ensured that you will pass my class, this semester. I have no doubt you would have done it on your own. Professor Hallowburton will be taking over Math Club practices from now on. Iâll be here until the end of term, but will ask that you don’t say anything to anyone until after I’m gone.” She sounds depressed.
Professor Hallowburton is an alright kind of guy, but he is no Donna Frankens. She will be sorely missed in Math Club practices as well.
“I won’t tell anyone,” I tell her again, mentally thinking other than Shanna, who I’d already told, but I feel sure she won’t say anything to anyone about it. âBut I donât want you to go, either.â My voice is soft, but firm, and she looks up at me, wondering. âYou canât go, Donna. I wonât let you leave.â
Iâm not sure whether her shudder is from the sound of my voice, or the authority Iâm pouring into my tone.
âWhâWhat do you mean?â her voice tremors, and I can feel myself getting hard already. âYou canâtââ
âYouâre mine, Donna,â I cut her off, leaving no doubt about whatâs in my mind. âIâm not willing to free my slave.â There is almost a pleading look in her eyes, and for just a moment, I think to back off. Then I look at her more closely, sensing her switches. Her nipples are rock hard, and her crotch is soaked. Sheâs not pleading for me to back off, but to continue.
I take a step closer to this mentor, this woman who has been the subject of countless wet dreams over the years, and know she is putty in my hands. She sits frozen as I lift my hand to the side of her breast.
âNo,â she whispers, her voice barely audible. âWe canât.â Her heart isnât in it.
âTake off your shirt,â I order her, and enjoy the shudder that spreads through her body, and know sheâs getting turned on more and more.
She shakes her head, mumbling something about it being wrong.
âI said, take, of, your, shirt, slave.â I pause between each word, to emphasize the command, while simultaneously rubbing her stiff nipple through the layers of her clothing..
She breaks, and sheâs unable to hide her small smile as she grabs the hem of her shirt, and pulls it up over her head. âWhat would you have of me, master?â
A warm smile splits my lips, as I gaze at Donnaâs lovely chest. âI would have you pleasured, slave.â As the word âslaveâ leaves my lips, I can feel her arousal increase dramatically. âTake off your skirt,â I order her next.
Sheâs in complete submissive mode, and moves with alacrity to do my bidding. A couple seconds later, Iâm admiring the barely clad body of Professor Donna Frankens. Stepping up to her trembling form, I look down into her brown eyes. Her head tilts up to mine, and I know she wants a kiss, but not yet. Reaching around behind her, I easily unsnap her bra, and pull the straps from her shoulders. A moment later her panties join the rest of the clothes on the floor.
The bell rings, and Donnaâs soft brown eyes grow large in terror, as the sound of students filing into her class filters through her closed door.
âDonât move,â I order her, and she shivers again at my authority. I turn and lock her door, then look my slave in the eyes. âYouâre going to sit on your desk, and give your master a show,â I inform her.
âBut my class. . .â I can see her wavering, but Iâm not willing to pass this up.
âA class you were willing to abandon,â I tell her unkindly. âA class you were willing to leave behind, because you wanted to deny yourself of the pleasure that I can give you.â
âBut this is wrong. Youâre my student. I shouldnât take advantage of you.â I can tell sheâs starting to worry again, as her arms lift to cover herself. I need to head this off quick, or Iâll lose her forever.
I laugh, making sure Iâm not too loud. âWhen weâre together, slave, I am your master. There is no student/teacher relationship, and Iâll brook no disobedience. Now put your arms down, and sit on your desk.â
Her eyes dart to the locked door, and she hesitates for just a moment. I can tell when she comes to a conclusion, as she murmurs, âYes, master.â
My tool is hurting in my pants; Iâm so hard right now. Whipping my large phallus out, my smile widens even more at the glossy look in Donnaâs eyes.
âIt occurs to me, that my slave has been too long denied her own pleasure. A denial she has brought upon herself.â I pause, just for dramatic effect. âItâs time you learn that pleasure is not a negative thing. But rather, something that needs to be fed and nurtured.â The confusion in her eyes is a beautiful thing. âPleasure yourself, slave.â
Comprehension dawns in her chocolate browns, and she glances at the door again, but her hands go to work. Her left hand goes to her right breast, pinching and twisting the nipple, while her right hand drops to her wet snatch, and immediately starts rubbing her clit.
Sitting in one of her chairs offers me a great view of the mature woman trying hard to get off. Sheâs making small sounds of pleasure, as her eyes remain locked on mine. Occasionally sheâll look to the door, and I know the danger of getting caught is increasing her arousal.
The bell rings again, but Donna doesnât even seem to notice. My hand starts to lightly stroke my thick rod, as I continue watching my beautiful slave.
âMoan,â I tell her, not wanting her to hold anything back. âYou need to let it out, and stop trying to control this part of yourself. Enjoy it, and I promise you wonât regret it.â
The students out in her classroom are talking loudly, which is good, as it covers the deep moaning that Donna suddenly lets out.
âDoes master like watching his slave play with her nipples?â She asks me, still looking me deep in the eyes. âDoes he like the way I make myself wetter as I play with my little pussy? Does master want to see what happens when I slip a finger inside?â
âNo,â I tell her, âI want to see what happens when you slip three fingers in.â
Without any trace of hesitation, she slips the first three fingers of her right hand into her snatch, and comes hard. Her moans can easily be heard outside, and I can hear the class suddenly go silent.
Without a second thought, I create a memory switch for the entire class and flip it. The outside chatter starts back up instantly.
No headache occurs from such a massive switch, and I smile.
âDid master enjoy watching me cum on my fingers?â my slave inquires.
âI did,â I reply, easily. âI enjoyed so much that my cock almost hurts. Come over here, and suck the cum from my cock, slave.â
Almost inhumanly fast, Donna is off her desk, and her lips are wrapped around me. Between the eroticism of watching her get off, while her students are outside, and the whole master/slave thing, it only takes a few talented strokes, before Iâm shooting down the back of her throat.
âSwallow it all,â I order her, and she greedily sucks all of my seed from me. She even goes so far as to milk my length to get every last drop.
When she can finally get no more from my wilting member, she stands up, and looks me in the eyes, before unexpectedly throwing her arms around me, and pulling me into a tight hug. âThank you,â she whispers into my shirt.
âGet dressed, I tell her gently, leaving out the authoritative tone, âI think you have a class to teach, and continue teaching.â
She steps back then, and a look of horror crosses her face, but I stop it, before she can say anything.
âNo one knows what happened in here,â I assure her. âOur secret is safe.â
She looks at me dubiously, âHow. . .?â then shakes her head, and gets dressed in rapid order.
Once she is fully presentable, I lean into her ear, and whisper, âI expect you to keep teaching. You wonât regret it.â
She looks me deep in the eyes, before blinking, and seeming to come back to herself. âI expect you wonât miss any of my Math Club practices, Mister Xavier?â
I smile as the professor façade returns. Sheâs going to be alright. I wish her the best of luck, and leave her office. I get a few glances from some of the students, but am quickly forgotten when there is a commotion outside the classroom. Running out, I have to grab someone to find out whatâs going on.
âSomethingâs happening outside,â is all the response I get, before Iâm swept along in a tide of students heading for the exterior doors.
The sun hits my eyes, and combining that with the white snow all over the ground, Iâm momentarily blinded, as a communal gasp sounds around me. Blinking to clear my eyes, I start looking around to see what the fuss is about.
And almost shit myself.
Floating a few feet off the ground are a couple of older teenagers, maybe eighteen or nineteen, one boy, and from the familial resemblance, Iâm guessing his sister. In one of his hands is a floating fireball. She is scanning the crowd, and her eyes look odd, as if. . . yes, her eyes are the color and reflectiveness of chrome. Around each of their necks is a necklace that appears to be made of some type of clear gemstones, each one about the size of my thumb. They both have on white shirts and white pants, with matching shoes. Her hair is red, and tied back into a ponytail, his dark brown and cropped close to his head.
The girlâs eyes land on me, and I shiver. Itâs almost as if I can physically feel her gaze. Her hand lifts and she points at me, and then both siblings are looking at me, and there is no mistaking the sensation that spreads across my skin.
They land softly on the ground, and start walking towards me. The smile that graces their lips would look peaceful, if not for the flickering glow of the manâs fireball reflecting off of them.
There is no possible way that even I could predict what they do next.
âPrepare for trouble,â says the girl.
âMake it double,â the boy follows up.
I groan, as the rest becomes predictable.
âTo protect the world from devastation,â
âTo unite all people within our nation,â
âTo denounce the evil of truth and love,â
âTo extend our reach to the stars above,â
âJessie,â
âJames,â
âTeam rocket blasts off at the speed of light,â
âSurrender now or prepare to fight,â
I stumble mentally when I donât hear the final line delivered by Meowth. That canât really be their names, can it?
âPokemon?â I ask, trying to keep the derision out of my voice. âReally?â I can tell theyâre dangerous, and likely another one of the angelâs experiments.
âWeâve been given god-given powers to cleanse the world of evil-doers like you,â James snarls at me. I try hard not to laugh at the way he worded that statement.
Jessie fingers the necklace around her neck, before saying, âEach of these is a fallen soul. Each one is someone whoâve gained their powers from the devil.â
Great, I think, religious fanatics.
âSubmit to us now, and we will make your death painless,â James spouts, and I realize these lines are rehearsed. If what she said is true, and each clear gem is another person with the gene that the angelâs were activating, then theyâve already taken out quite a few people.
Only now, do I realize that there is a large gathering surrounding us, and that Iâm no longer on the edge of the group. People are looking from the Rocket twins to me, and back again. Most of them likely think this is some performance being put on by the drama department. They donât know the danger theyâre in. Before I can think to warn the crowd to get away, Jessie speaks up.
âAnswer our demand now, or we will assume your response.â
I start to form a switch, in an attempt to turn off their abilities, but the girl with the strange chrome eyes shouts, âWatch out brother, heâs attacking!â
Without any further warning, James throws the fireball heâs been holding at me, and I have to dodge to the side, landing hard on the snow packed ground. I also lose the switch Iâd been preparing.
The crowd âoohs,â as a tower of flame goes up where Iâd just been standing. Donât they understand the danger? I can see that those closest to the pillar are backing away uncertainly, shielding their faces from the heat.
âItâs not too late to come to the light,â James informs me, and I can see him preparing another fireball. It occurs to me, that these must be the two that have been burning some of the other experiments that Dennis had told me about.
Just to be contrary, I shout, âNo thanks. I prefer the power of the dark-side.â Okay, so Iâm no James Earl Jones, but by some of the snickers in the crowd, my humor isnât completely obtuse. I attempt again to make a switch, this one smaller, intending to turn off his flame, and once again the sister calls out, and Iâm scrabbling to get away. This time Iâm not quite fast enough to escape completely, as flames start licking up my right leg. It only takes a second to put it out on the snow, but the heat had been intense!
I donât even bother trying to make a switch this time. Iâm not sure what exactly the redhead is able to do, but those chrome eyes seem to be capable of seeing beyond normal sight.
It takes me a moment to get my feet under me, and I can already tell that my leg is badly burned. Iâm surprised that theyâre giving me the opportunity to stand, until I realize that they donât really fear me. They know before I can attack, and act quicker than I can. In fact theyâre just standing there, waiting for me to either give up, or attack again.
What is the deal with these two? Flying, superhuman sight, fireballs. . . Wait a minute. . .
âLela,â I send to the angel I know is always watching, âHow do they have more than one ability?â Thankfully the siblings donât attack, while Iâm communicating. She probably canât see the transmissions from the nanites.
âThey only have one ability, each. They are able to draw other abilities from those diamonds around their necks.â
âYou mean that those gems are from the others theyâve killed?â I canât hide the shock that I feel.
âYes, his ability is to be able to crystallize anotherâs ability. Her gene allows her to see those with abilities. They are twins.â
Shit, shit, and triple shit! Basically Iâm up against two dragons, with my kender of an ability. Well, if Tasslehoff Burrfoot was brave enough to do it, then so can I.
If only I had his immunity to fear. Or Raistlin. Yeah, the dark wizard would really come in handy right now.
Despite the cold air, there is no mistaking the steady trickle of sweat dripping down my spine.
Thankfully communicating with the nanites is nearly instantaneous, and only a couple seconds have passed since I regained my feet.
âLast chance, demon. Surrender now or prepare to fight,â James intones solemnly.
The word âdemonâ, applied to me, sets my teeth on edge, and my decision is made. Not that I really have much of one to make.
âIf this goes badly, please be ready to get me out of here.â I donât wait for a reply, before running right at them, doing my best to avoid the pain in my leg. I have enough time to register the shock on their faces; they were likely expecting me to run away, as I create a switch to solidify the air in front of me. Despite Jessieâs warning, the shock of my brash action makes James hesitate just long enough for me to get the switch made.
If there was more time, I would have sighed in relief as the switch forms. I wasnât sure if it would, after failing to do anything of the sort while playing beer pong so long ago. My powers truly are growing and maturing.
Jamesâs fireball explodes against my shield, momentarily blinding me, and eliciting a whole new set of gasps from the gathered crowd. That crowd. . . That foolish TV brainwashed crowd. . . I shake my head, and prepare my next switch, hoping I have the time to make it, as I feel the switch for my shield start to burn. Now THAT is an uncomfortable feeling!
The switch to kill their abilities doesnât form.
âBrother, he has the ability to change the quantum state of things,â Jessie states.
Quantum state? Iâve never looked at my ability that way, but it makes sense.
The last of my shield melts away in a ball of orange flame, and I start moving again, this time to the side. I debate on trying to tackle one of them, but for all I know, they may have superhuman strength stored in one of those diamonds. Maybe if I can get those necklaces off them.
A quick switch later, both necklacesâ clasps let go, and they fall from their chests. The fireball that is already speeding towards me vanishes, and I turn to tackle James.
A couple feet away, I leap for the young man, and a freight train runs into me, knocking me aside.
I roll to the side, as soon as I hit the ground, and pain flares through my side. Bones are broken, I have no doubt. Looking through blurry eyes, I can just make out Jessie gripping her necklace, her hand outstretched in my direction.
âNick?!?â I hear Shannaâs frantic scream from the croud.
âDammit!â I attempt to swear, but blood spittle comes out instead.
Finally, the crowd understands that this is for real, and I can barely hear them screaming in panic as they take off running. My ears are ringing so badly, that I canât make out the undoubtedly pious words James says as he picks up his necklace, and another fireball forms in his hands.
My body is too broken for the nanites to fix me in time, and I can see my death in that red-orange ball, as it flies towards my chest.
Shanna, I think, Iâm sorry you have to watch me die.
Oblivion takes me.
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Ch 22
Yellow light is the first thing I notice, as I come to.
Good, apparently I made it to heaven, I think. Iâve never been very religious myself, but at least I know I was good enough to come here.
Flexing my fingers and moving my arms confirms that all my pain is gone. Silently I weep, knowing that Earth is now left to the demons. Maybe the countries will come together, and put up a good enough defense. Itâs a nice thought, but I know itâs not really possible. Humans are too cantankerous.
Oh, god. Shanna. . .!
Pulling my legs underneath me, something doesnât feel quite right. Opening my eyes, I find myself staring at the burned remains of my right pant leg.
âWhat the. . .â
“Oh, good, you’re awake!” A familiar voice spouts, startling me. Strong arms grip me in a fierce hug, before pulling back, and Summer searches my eyes.
“Good to see you too, sis,” I try to greet her cheerfully, but donât have it in me right now. Iâd lost. And to Team Rocket no less. “Thanks for coming to get me, but why are you here?”
Apparently she either doesnât like my words, or what she sees on my face. I soon find out itâs the latter.
“You look like shit,” she tells me. “Why donât you try to rest in the healing light a bit more?” I almost laugh as I see how tired she looks.
For a moment, I wonder if sheâd watched my battle with the twins, and know that itâs possible, as Lela is always watching me. I notice how upset she seems, and can feel her hands shaking on my arms.
“I’m sorry, Iâll be fine. The nanites,” I offer in way of explanation. They should be strong enough, and my body recovered enough to completely fix all of me. If only they could do the same for my pride. “Relax, will you? We still have some time before we face the demons.” I try to get her to calm down, but my soothing tone seems to have the opposite effect.
âYou were nearly killed down there, Nick! But thatâs. . . It’s not that. . . Something. . . um. . .” Summer bites her lower lip, as she tries to formulate what she wants to say. “Lela’s been incapacitated,” she finally blurts out, and I feel like my whole world gets rocked.
“Lela? Howâ?” I demand to know, gripping my sister’s arms now, and completely forgetting about the twins. I feel a knot forming in my stomach, as I worry about the gentle alien, but my logical mind takes over. If Lela is down, itâs not a complete loss, as there are still six other ships. Ships that canât fight and I have no experience in leading. Maybe if another alien piloted. . . “Where’s Harana?”
The fear increases in Summer’s blue eyes. “Sheâs taking care of Lela,” she whispers. âSheâs also piloting the ship.â
“What happened to Lela?â I demand to know again, wondering why Summer is acting like this, and then it occurs to me. “The eggs?”
She nods, and I can see tears running down her cheeks now. Fear grips my heart. Not the kids, too, oh, please not the kids, too! I have to get to Lela, I know, but I don’t know how to open the hatch that leads to her.
“Lela, Harana!” I yell, hoping to get one of their attentions. “I can’t open the door. Lemme back there.”
“Nick,” Summer’s hand on my shoulder makes me feel claustrophobic, and I shake it off, “You can open it with the nanites. Just send the command to the ship mentally.” I look at my sister stupidly. Can it really be that easy? I know that she could do it for me, but that has never been my sister’s way. Sheâs always willing to help me, but never one to do things for me. How ironic that her ability ends up being the same way.
Without hesitation, I mentally command the ship to open the door, and sure enough, it opens to my right. I dash through it, headless of the blackness that surrounds me. I know I have a few steps before the path turns, and my eyes adjust to the infrared light, before I slam into the wall. I run the entire way to where I know Lela to be, sensing her with my switches, and hold up outside her door, slightly out of breath, and full of dread.
Suddenly Iâm apprehensive, not certain what I’ll find inside. Summer hasnât told me what happened with Lela’s and my kids. She’d only told me that the alien is incapacitated, and then she’d started crying.
No, I think, they have to be okay. Something about the alien hatching process must have been hard for the mother. Try as hard as I might, though, I canât convince myself of that. How can eggs hatching be hard on the mother?
I don’t know how long I stand outside the doorway, but finally I conclude that I have to walk through it. I have to face whatâs inside. Commanding the ship to open this door, I step through.
Lela is not on the incubator, as she has been every other time I’ve been in here, and for just a moment, I wonder at that oddity, until my brain realizes that the children wouldnât be in there, after they hatched. I sense her switches in an adjoining room, and open that hatchway before going in.
It takes me a moment to comprehend the scene before me. Lela is lying on the floor, her arms around some small, unmoving objects, and Harana has her arm around her older sister, trying to comfort her, and talking in their dual-toned language.
I take a step forward, my eyes and even my senses drawn to the six or seven objects that Lela is cradling. I can hear what I take to be crying from Lela, and only then does it really hit me that our kids havenât survived.
I donât know what to think, or even what to feel. My body is locked up in shock, as I try to form coherent thoughts. Yes, they are my kids, but they aren’t entirely human, and itâs not like I had helped incubate the eggs. The entire time Lela had been on that incubator, it almost felt like she was taking care of someone else’s eggs.
But now that I see the tiny things, it strikes home. These tiny things are the product of Lela’s and my coupling. I helped create these tiny creatures, and there is some small part of me in each one. My eyes can see that theyâre gone, but my heart refuses to believe it.
I drop to my knees next to Lela, and only then do they notice me, but I ignore them. There is something. . .
I look at the tiny creatures, marveling at how they look. They have the pinkish skin of Lela’s race, but itâs tinged just a bit by the baby pink of a human newborn. Their eyes are smaller than Lela’s in comparison to the head, which is also smaller in comparison to their body. I notice that some have four fingers and some have three. There are six in all, and they all have light tufts of hair on their peaceful heads. If I ignore the fact that they aren’t breathing, I can almost imagine that theyâre sleeping peacefully.
All of this I note with the outside of my concentration, however. There is something. . . It almost feels like I can sense them, like I can with my switches, but Iâve never made switches in these little creatures.
“I tried to save them,” Lela’s voice penetrates the fog that surrounds my mind, distracting me. “Our DNA just doesnât mix,” I can barely understand her, as she tries to speak English through her tears. “They all broke their shells, but didnât live long past that.” Lela chokes up again, and Harana tries unsuccessfully to console her.
It strikes me as odd, her concern for the children. Hadnât she intimated that her race didnât care for their children? Yet, the death of these six is tearing her apart.
âThis was different,â the words appear in my vision. Apparently Iâd sent the question to her, and feel like a heel. In her depression, Iâd accidently asked her a question like that. âWhat we did together was beautiful, not painful. Usually incubation is handled by machines, but my ship wasnât designed for mating and children. Iâve come to care for them, as I care for you.â
âIâm so sorry,â I send back to her, but. . .
Why can I sense them, if theyâre dead and Iâve not given them a switch? The question plays through my head a few times, before something occurs to me.
Without a word, I jump up and ran all the way back to the blue room. I donât say a word as I burst in, only stopping long enough to grab Summer’s wrist, and drag her after me. She yelps when she passes into the darkness, but I know her eyes will adjust soon enough, thanks to her nanites.
“Nick, what are you. . .?” she tries to ask me, but I just keep running.
As soon as weâre in the room with Lela, Harana, and my kids, I finally stop, and feel for them again. Itâs fainter now, but I can still make them out. I have to hurry, or it might be too late.
“Take off your shirt,” I command my sister, as I start to do the same. Will it be enough, or will it take more contact? I donât know, but I have to try. Iâm definitely in no mood to even try to wake my cock up.
“I hardly think now is the timeâ” Summer starts to protest, but I cut her off.
“Just do it! Hurry, before it’s too late.” Summer looks from me to Lela and back again, before quickly removing her shirt. I donât think I have time to explain, my sense of them is fading too fast.
Lela and Harana start saying something in their language, but I ignore them as I hug my sister close to me, and feel my strength with the switches magnify exponentially at the contact. A small part of me notices sheâs not wearing a bra, and Iâm grateful for the extra skin that will be in contact with me. I command the ship to bathe us and the babies in the healing yellow light, not knowing if it will be necessary, but wanting every advantage I can have. I feel Summer pulling down her pants, hindered slightly as we hug, and then she works on mine. They hit the floor a second later, and she wraps one leg around mine, and places the other between my legs. I close both of my legs, and know itâs now or never.
This is about the most physical contact Iâm going to be able to have with her, short of actually having sex. Intercourse is the furthest thing from my mind right now, as I start to form the group switch, and attach it to all six babies.
I try to push it, but nothing happens. Did I overdo it with Donna and the Pokemon twins? Am I not recovered enough from the damage they caused? I push harder, then harder still on their ‘life’ switch. I donât know if itâll work, but I know I can sense them, and how can I do that, unless theyâre still alive, but too weak to register to Lela’s advanced technology. I notice that the switch I’d made is not completely off, and that gives me some measure of hope.
Groaning, I throw everything I have behind the switch, and some distant part of me hears Summer moan as well, but I ignore it as I feel the switch move a little. Itâs just a tiny bit at first, but as I continue to shove against the switch, it picks up speed. Some small part of me notices that something is running from my nose. Most likely blood. My ears start ringing again, and we tumble to the floor, too weak to support ourselves.
Just before I blackout, again, from the effort of moving the switch, I hear a small, almost imperceptible yawn.
* * *
I wake with a start, as fear courses through me, followed immediately by a massive pain in my skull, and I collapse backwards onto a soft surface.
“He’s awake,” a voice says, sounding distant, but I recognize it as Shanna’s.
What’s she doing here? I wonder, and then realize that I must have been dropped back off at home, after I. . .
I sit up again, as I remember why I was unconscious in the first place. “My kids,” I croak, wondering at the sound of my own voice.
“They’re fine,” Summer tells me, as my eyes try to adjust to the light. Something doesnât seem right. Everything has a yellow tinge to it, which throws my augmented vision off.
So Summer is here too. By the sound of her voice, sheâs doing better than I am. “You saved them, Nick. I’m so proud of you. You did it!”
I feel a hand grip hold of mine, and give it a squeeze, but I still canât focus my eyes. I know the hand is my sister’s, because I can sense my switches better, and can even feel the one that I’d made for the six little babies.
“My eyes,” I say, glad my voice is improving a little as I speak. “I can’t seem to focus.”
I feel someone take my other hand, and know from the switches I sense that it must be Shanna. “Lela says you caused some damage to yourself, saving your kids. The nanites and this yellow light are working on healing you, but itâs going to take a bit.” That’s nice, I think, the yellow light will get me better in no time. Wait. . . Yellow light. . . In my room? I slightly remember Lela using it that night in the basement, and relax. “Nick, you really had us worried. We understand what you did, but it almost killed you.” I can hear the fear in her voice, and pull the blurry blob that I know is her to me for a hug. Summer hugs me too, and Iâm grateful to sense my switches increase. At least I havenât burned that out.
“How long until the demons arrive?” I ask, afraid of how long I’ve been out.
“They’re still outside our solar system,” Summer says, and I relax. Fear about being out of commission for too long, and missing the invasion leaking out of me.
Then I remember the twins.
âThose two,â I have to swallow, and clear my throat, âthe ones that attacked me. She can sense where I am. They might be on their way here, right now!â
Shanna laughs softly, before replying. âI wish them luck.â
I turn my blurry gaze to her, confused. My eyes are finally able to start focusing, and I can make out Shannaâs concerned face.
âIf they can get up here, then theyâre too powerful to stop, anyway,â Summer states.
My eyes finally focus completely, and I can see weâre in the blue featureless room. I groan as I realize Iâm on the ship, and not in my room. My head is in Shannaâs lap. âWhy are you here, Shanna?â I ask my girlfriend.
âOuch,â I hear my sister say a moment before Shanna shoves my head from her lap.
âMaybe because I was worried about my boyfriend, after watching them fry and pummel you on campus.â I can hear the hurt and pain in her tone, and realize my mistake immediately.
âShanna, Iâm sorry,â I plead with her, and I can feel the light and nanites returning my strength to me, as I sit up. âItâs no excuse, but Iâm under a lot of stress, and didnât think.â
Shanna looks at me for a bit, and then nods. âYouâre right. Iâm sorry Iâve been adding to that stress.â She comes back over to me, and gives me a hug. âIâm just glad youâre alright.â
âIâm not angry about you being here, but how did you get here?â I ask, as the question occurs to me.
Summer clears her throat and answers. âIâve been up here watching over you, so I knew about her becoming your girlfriend. I figured she would want to be here.â
Turning to my sister, I thank her, and hold Shanna closer to me. âDid it look as bad as it felt?â
Shanna starts crying into my shoulder, and I have my answer. She must have thought I was dead.
I let her cry for a bit, before looking to Summer, âDid anyone see the ship?â She shakes her head. âMy kids?â
Shanna steps away from me, and I realize just how insensitive Iâm being. I now have six kids with another woman, even if that other woman is an alien, and havenât really gotten a handle on how my girlfriend feels about that. I open my mouth to apologize again, but the dyed-redhead cuts me off.
âNo, donât apologize. Theyâre important to you, and that means a lot to me.â She takes a deep breath, then continues, âGo. You need to see them.â
Grabbing her hand, I turn and open the portal into blackness. She hesitates just outside the blackness, but apparently trusts me enough, and follows me through.
âHow do you see in this?â she asks.
âWhat do you mean?â Summer pipes up, solicitously. âCanât you see the floor beneath us?â
âBe nice, Summer,â I chide. âWeâve got nanites in us, which augments our vision, so that we can see into the infrared spectrum.â
âNanites? Really? Thatâs so cool!â I smile as the geek in Shanna starts to come out. âCan I get some? What else can they do?â
I try to answer all her questions as we walk, and soon weâre outside Lelaâs room.
For once I think before acting. âShanna, on the other side of this door are two angels and my kids. Are you going to be alright?â
Her fist lightly connects with my chest, before she replies. âIâm about to meet extraterrestrials, and an entirely new species, and you want to know if Iâm alright? Hell yeah, Iâm alright. I canât wait.â
Even knowing she canât see my face, Iâm beaming down at her.
The door opens, and Iâm greeted with a very unexpected site. Lela is breast feeding two of our little kids at once, while Harana rocks another two. The last two are sleeping peacefully in a pile of blankets and soft yellow light.
Itâs also noticeably brighter in here. Not bright, per se, but bright enough that Shanna can see. I hear her gasp as she sees the angels for the first time. The angels are also warily watching Shanna.
âTheyâre. . . Theyâre beautiful,â my girlfriend states, and the tension evacuates the room.
âI didnât know your race breast feeds,â I state, kind of wishing I could be sucking on her taught nipple.
âDonât be so crass,â Summer states, at the same time Shanna hits me again.
âItâs okay,â Lelaâs words appear to me. âWe donât, but apparently my body has changed more than I thought. Your sister was kind enough to help me figure it out. I was worried about how to feed them. This ship really wasnât designed to support kids.â
âAre they going to be alright?â Summer asks, concern thick in her voice, at the same time the words, âAnd her milk tastes wonderful,â appear in my vision.
âPervert,â I send back to her.
âYes,â Lela sends to us. âThey donât demand much, and since I can now feed them, they will live. Thanks to you.â The last is delivered with a nod to me.
âCan you produce enough milk for all of them?â I ask concerned. Even engorged with milk, her breasts are rather small for feeding six babies.
âWhatâs going on?â Shanna asks, and I realize sheâs been left out of half the conversation.
As I start to bring Shanna up to speed, I watch as Summer takes the two kids that Lela is feeding, and sets them into the pile of blankets, next to the other two sleeping children. I realize that I recognize the blankets from momâs house. The yellow light bathes Lela, and I watch with fascination as the angelâs breasts grow and firm, before she takes the last two from Harana, and starts feeding them.
âCan you imagine what kind of games could be produced, if we had hardware thatâs as powerful as that?â Shanna asks, and I enjoy how she feels against my side as I pull her tighter to me. She truly is a match for my geekiness.
Harana stands and walks over to Shanna and me, while my sister softly croons to her nieces and nephews.
âHave you thought about how you will deal with the twins?â The way Harana is looking at me lets me know that she is the one asking the question, and the room goes quiet.
âWhat?â Shanna asks again, and I whisper the question to her. âOh. . .â she says, worriedly, squeezing me tighter to her.
âIâll help,â Summer says, her voice quavering, and I know sheâs afraid of facing the two terrors.
âNo,â I deny her, but canât miss the relieved look that crosses her face. âYouâd only get in my way. I barely got out of it alive. I canât be worrying about you at the same time.â I turn to Lela, and ask a question thatâs been in the back of my mind, but only now comes to the surface. âIf these two were so powerful, why werenât they chosen to fight the demons?â
Lela and Harana exchange glances, before the older sister responds. âThey were deemed too violent, and their mental state is too rigid to accept anything other than what they were raised to believe. They think they were given their abilities to cleanse mankind of evil, and have been slowly stealing the abilities from others.â
Well that sounds logical.
Harana looks to me, and I somehow know the next words are from her. âYou need to stop them.â
Of course I do, I think. Because goodness knows I donât have enough other things to worry about.
âWill someone please keep me up-to-date?â Shanna grumps.
âUmm. . .â I say, looking at Lela.
âGo ahead. The other room has an applicator ready.â
I look back to Shanna, telling her that she can have the nanites, but warning her about the pain sheâll suffer.
âHa, men always think women are weak,â she tells me, laughing, âbut if you had to deal with our monthly visitor, youâd know that we can handle more discomfort than men can.â I know better than to open my mouth.
Despite her words, I know sheâs nervous, as I lead her to the other room. A couple minutes later, sheâs screaming in agony, while I rock her back and forth.
* * *
âWe have a plan,â Summerâs words appear to me, and I come awake.
Shanna is sleeping peacefully in my arms, and as I try to pull away to see what theyâve cooked up, she wakes, and pulls me back to her.
âDid it hurt that bad for you?â She asks, and I just nod, as she shivers in memory.
âThey have a plan,â I send to her mentally, and smile as she gasps.
âI have my own heads-up-display!â
I laugh as I take her out to the others in the adjoining room, and fill her in on the finer points of the nanites.
My laugh is cut short as I see the look in Summerâs eyes. âThe kids?â I ask, suddenly worried, only to breathe a sigh of relief a moment later when she shakes her head.
The plan gets laid out before me, and despite Shannaâs misgivings, I agree to it. Those twins have to be stopped.
* * *
I feel naked, digging my toes into the soft cool dirt beneath my feet. Despite knowing how fast Lelaâs ship can travel, Iâm having a hard time believing that Iâm currently standing in Southern Arizonaâs desert, miles away from anyone else. This time, there will be no chance of innocent bystanders.
The night air is cool, but I barely feel it. Somehow Lela and Harana were able to get the light suit to work outside of her ship. Even now, the four females and six children are a couple miles above me. Far enough to be out of view, tonight, but close enough to get to me in a crisis. Summer had hinted again at helping me out, but with the light suites on, there can be no physical contact between us.
âYou came,â the words coming from behind me, startles me, as I spin around to face the twins. Thankfully they donât spout their Team Rocket opening line again.
âI see you got my note,â I tell James. Shanna had delivered it to them, and somehow they made the multi-hundred mile trip to get here, in only a couple hours.
The large moon sits on the horizon, framing the two, and I see theyâre holding hands. Thankfully the nanites allow me to see them clearly, even though the light is coming from behind them. With their all-white clothing, they almost seem to glow.
âYouâre ready to surrender your evil ways, then?â Jessie asks, as she takes in my apparent nakedness. âOr did you hope to tempt us into your wicked ways?â
âYou will not tempt us. We are stalwart in our convictions. God is on our side, and we shall prevail!â James spouts on the heels of his sister.
Wow, these two are pompous! I go over the plan again in my head, hoping that the suit will protect me. Lela had said that it would, but Harana wasnât as certain. A backup plan plays out in the back of my mind, just in case.
âSurrender? No.â Shock appears in their eyes. Had they really deluded themselves into thinking that I was giving up? The note had simply told them where to meet me. Theyâd caught me by surprise last time. This time Iâm prepared.
âThen why. . .?â Jessie asks, and I canât hide my smile at their confusion.
âBecause God hates murderers,â I tell them, pandering to their game, âand you need to be stopped.â
Their faces go red in rage, and there is suddenly a ball of flame in Jamesâs hand.
âYour vile tongue will not sway our holy mission,â James yells, and flings the ball at me.
Iâm prepared for it, though, setting up another air shield, and jumping out of the way. I hit the ground, rolling, and come up, hand outstretched, and flip the already made switches to drop their necklaces. Theyâre ready for it, though, and catch them in their hands.
It was only a distraction though, as I create more switches, and flip them on the run. From our previous fight, I know that I canât affect them directly, but that doesnât protect their clothing.
The molecular bond holding their white coverings together are turned off, and their clothing disintegrates.
Jessie shrieks in outrage, and I canât help but notice that the carpet matches the drapes, before sheâs able to cover herself up. Sheâd been about the send that bullet train of force at me, but her nakedness distracts her, and dust is suddenly kicks up in front of me, trailing off into the night.
âWhat wicked trickery is this?â James demands, and I notice him glancing at his sister out of the corner of his eyes.
Another switch, and a cool breeze blows across them, and even Iâm intrigued with how hard Jessieâs nipples get.
The plan is to get their necklaces away, and then disable them, or kill them. The latter is out of the question. But a third option seems to present itself.
âWicked miscreant!â James shouts. âDo you think to shame us, by displaying what God gave us?â
I look back to him in time to be struck by one of his fireballs, directly in the chest. Dammit! I berate myself, caught up in my own distraction.
Rolling a couple times on the desert floor, the flames go out, and Iâm thankful the suit protected me. My chest is a bit sore, but happily not burned.
I regain my feet, and look at the two shocked siblings. âSorry,â I state, smiling, âDid I forget to mention Iâm fireproof now?â I know I shouldnât, I mean I really shouldnât, but I canât help but say the next line. âLooks like God is on my side, now.â
Rage fills both of their faces, and Jessie flings her hand out at me, sending another wall of force my way. I throw up another shield, and dodge out of the way again.
My shield doesnât even slow the attack, and it clips my leg, spinning my about, and sending me painfully to the ground. The suite doesnât protect against that, I guess.
In frustration, I act without thinking, sending some of my oldest switches at them. Too late, I remember that their somehow immune to my powers.
The switches form.
I stand there in shock, and just barely dodge another wall of power, before it crushes me.
Immediately I start flipping on the switches, and dimly note that a yellow light engulfs me. I can feel Lela and Shanna still miles above me, and while the light is weak, it gives me the extra strength I need to push the newly created switches, while my ankle stops hurting.
Jessieâs eyes grow large as her nipples stiffen even more, and a slight trickle starts between her legs. James had already gone semi-hard with his naked sister next to him, but he is sporting a full-on boner now. Both of them are frozen, as I carefully walk up to them. I donât know if they can do anything while frozen, but Iâm wary all the same.
Nothing happens as I take the two diamond necklaces, each with about ten thumb-sized diamonds on them, out of the twinsâ hands, and fling them up behind me. They vanish, and both sets of eyes bulge even more at my apparent magic. Perhaps they think Iâve done the same thing to the necklaces, as I did with their clothes.
The yellow light vanishes. I wonder what they thought about that?
Standing this close to Jessie, I canât help but admire her body. Her tits are small, maybe a B-cup, but sit high on her chest, and look pretty firm. A slender waist leads down to slightly rounded hips. Itâs obvious she doesnât trim, by the size of her massive red bush, but her legs are long and slender.
In contrast, James looks like one of those men who can eat whatever he wants, and never work out, while still maintaining his form. Heâs not well muscled, but Iâll bet thereâs hardly an ounce of fat on him. His pointing penis looks to be just a bit over average in size, but otherwise unimpressive, when compared to some of the others Iâve seen in the past few weeks.
I have to step back, remembering the plan, but decide to add my own twist to it. The switch to disable their rare gene takes some serious effort to turn off, and both of them groan as I do so.
âI need to change them,â I send to Shanna, knowing that sheâs watching, and likely wonât appreciate what Iâm about to do next.
âIf you take sexual advantage of her, you’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.â
I decide to drive forward with my new plan.
Walking around to Jessieâs back, I turn up some of her switches, doing my best to make her hornier. I reach out to touch her, and the shimmering light around my hand stops me. I quickly divest myself of the light-suite, and step up behind her again. Wrapping my arms around her, I lightly tease her nipple with my left hand, while my right digs through the mound of fur below, until my fingers find her moist slit.
âOh, I’m gonna go to the special hell,â I murmur.
She shudders, as I rub my finger against her slit, and I look over to James, and see he is intently watching me, unable to do anything else.
âYour brother likes what he sees,â I whisper inter her ear. âDid you see how hard he got before I froze you?â I nibble a bit on her ear, while I rub my fingers around her tiny hole. Iâm tempted to slip a finger inside her, but I want to build up her tension first.
I know Iâm manipulating them, using their switches, and while a part of my conscience is screaming at me to stop, all I have to do is remember the twenty or so diamonds on those necklaces, each one a stolen life, and my conscience shuts up.
Iâm really mashing down hard on her âwet pussyâ switch, and sense that she is getting close. She is doing her best to hold back moans of pleasure, but between my skill and the switches, she doesnât stand a chance. I sense just the moment, and give her stiff nipple a sudden twist, and a loud moan escapes from her clenched jaws, and my hand is covered in her love juices. I rub hard back and forth against her whole vagina, trying to make her orgasm last.
âLook at your brotherâs cock,â I tell her. âSee that liquid seeping from the tip? Thatâs because he likes what he sees. You turn him on.â I can hear muffled denials, but her eyes are glued to Jamesâs manhood. âIâll bet youâre wondering what it would be like to have him in you.â I make a switch to make the inside of her twat itch. âOr maybe even suck his cum straight from his cock.â Her mouth goes dry after making and moving another switch.
My cock is nestled comfortably between her small ass cheeks, and I start to hump myself slowly against her, while I resume my assault on the rest of her tiny body.
Her denials are growing weaker, and by the time she reaches her second orgasm, she is no longer refusing my words.
âSee how his fluids are running from the tip of his penis? Thatâs all because of you, his dear twin sister. He wants you. You can see it in his eyes. See his hunger, his desire. I can tell you like him looking at you. I feel how wet you are down here. I know youâre thinking about what it might feel like to lay with your own brother.â
This time, the sound that escapes her throat is one of acceptance.
âBut wait. . . Isnât that a sin?â I rub her coochy harder, tweaking her nipples, and nibbling lightly on her neck. She is completely confused. Her body is telling her one thing, but her mind is saying something else. âHow can it be a sin, though, if you love each other? You do love your brother, donât you?â
Carefully I lessen the switch thatâs holding her paralyzed, ready to reinstate it at a momentâs notice. I neednât have worried.
âYes,â she whispers, and then moans as I turn up the sensitivity to her clit and nipples. âI do love him.â
Her hips are now moving, grinding her ass against my rock hard cock.
âYou know,â I whisper conspiratorially, âwhile heâs frozen like that, Iâll bet you can find out just what he tastes like, or even feels like inside of you.â I fully release her, and step back.
Hesitantly she looks from me to her brotherâs cock. Itâs easily apparent who is the better endowed, but love wins out, and she rushes to James.
Dropping to her knees, a tentative hand reaches out, but stops before making contact. âForgive me James. IâI canât help myself. Iâve always looked up to you, and I love you so much. Please. . . Please forgive me, but right now I need this.â Her fingers close the final distance, and I swear she moans as she makes contact with her siblingâs phallus.
There is a flash of light behind me, and I spin around, prepared for an attack, but itâs only Shanna. A very naked Shanna.
âSorry to scare you, but I saw how hard you are, and didnât want to pass up this chance.â She tells me, a twinkle in her eyes. âYouâre still going to hell, though.â
I know that she also doesnât want me trying to fuck the slight redhead as well, but I donât mind. Iâm so horny right now, I just want to take her down, and fuck her on the dry desert floor.
A muffled moan brings my attention back to the twins, and I see Jessie has Jamesâs rod between her lips, sucking up his precum. Jamesâs eyes are closed, and I know he is enjoying the incestuous liaison. I decide to turn off her dry mouth switch. She seems to be satisfying that urge.
Warm lips wrap around my own rod, and I give out my own moan. Looking down, I meet Shannaâs grinning, lust filled, gaze, and smile as I run my fingers through her hair.
âJames, I know you would stop me if you could,â Jessie says then, and I see sheâs gotten to her feet, and is looking her brother in the eyes, âBut I have never wanted anything as much as I want this right now.â She gives him a tender peck on the lips, then turns around, and backs up to her brotherâs rigid pole, and I can see sheâs trying to get him inside her cunt. There is no mistaking the moment she gets it right, and her eyes pop open wide, and I hear one of the most seductive moans ever, leave the true redheadâs throat. âI never knew what this could be like,â she mewls as she starts to really move against his now slippery pole.
Shannaâs lips leave my tool, but only long enough for her to bend over in front of me, mirroring Jessie. I immediately take a half step forward, and spear my girlfriendâs vagina upon my sword, making us both moan at the completion of our bodies.
Our moan gains the twinsâ attention, and I even notice Jessie smile, before she begins to shudder in another climax. Looking to Jamesâs eyes, I can tell he is enjoying this as much as his sister, and I release him.
Once again Iâm wary, and once again, I donât have to be. James grabs ahold of Jessieâs hips, and starts thrusting violently into her, making Jessie grunt with each impact.
âOh Jessie,â he calls out, âI know itâs wrong, but it feels so right! I love you, sis!â and then he grunts, and I know heâs depositing his sperm into his sisterâs womb.
âI think itâs time you two came back up to the ship,â Summer sends me, and suddenly Iâm back aboard Lelaâs vessel, still screwing Shanna, but now surrounded by three other naked women. Smiling, Iâm excited about how good this night is going.