Author's note: This chapter contains a small amount of i****t. If this bothers you, then you have been ignoring the note at the beginning of the last 4 chapters. The i****t in this chapter is small, but subsequent chapters will contain more, and more explicit depictions of familial relations. All characters are over eighteen, as I can't abide k**dy-porn. If all this is suitable to your tastes, please enjoy my series, Bait and Switch.
Standing in the cool white light, in the featureless room, I examined the alien in front of me. Her eyes looked white tonight, with a hint of blue around the edges, and light seemed to ripple around her nude frame while her fingers pressed invisible buttons in the air. I wondered briefly how she made the light do that. It actually looked like the light covered her in places, but didn’t actually touch her, as it flickered and shifted around her curves.
I could feel my body getting weaker, as the white luminescence did its work to build my muscles. I still couldn’t figure out what would trigger Lela’s ‘horny’ switch. No matter how hard I pushed on it, it refused to budge. The other two moved easily enough, but this one refused to obey my will.
It has to be something different about her species, but I didn’t think I could ask her about her race’s mating habits. Alien or no, I didn’t know if that was crossing the line.
I started going over what she’d told me last night, which was decidedly little. It really boiled down to her ancestors coming from herbivores. Was there something different about them? I tried to think of herbivores on Earth to compare, but they were all dumb a****ls, only mating when…
The idea struck me, and I looked up to try it out, but my time in the light was done, and before I could form the switch, I found myself back in my own bed. I would have to try tonight, when she came for me again.
Exhausted from the treatment, I slipped back into sl**p before five minutes had passed.
* * *
I woke slowly, some noise disturbing my rest. Rolling over, I hoped it would go away, but it continued relentlessly. Groaning, I sat up, and only then woke up enough to realize someone was knocking on my door.
“What?” I asked, more ornery than I’d intended, but it was Saturday, and I valued my sl**p. Besides, if the Demons arrived and I couldn’t stop them somehow, I wouldn’t be getting anymore good sl**p; only the long sl**p of death.
“Nick, are you awake?” Groaning loudly, wanting Gina to hear me, I flopped back onto my pillow. I had told her I would talk to her today, but I didn’t expect her to show up in my apartment.
“I am now.”
“Can I come in?” The door was already slowly opening, and my frustration was building. What was the point in asking, if she was just going to come in anyways? For half a heartbeat I was tempted to close the door as if it were a switch, but decided against it.
“Might as well, but I’m only in my boxers.”
She slipped quickly into my room, and shut the door behind her. Quietly, she went to the foot of my bed, and sat down, her hands clasped in her lap, as she stared at her knees as if they could impart some great wisdom to her. After she sat there for awhile without speaking, I almost lost it.
“What do you want, Gina? It’s eight o’clock on a Saturday. I don’t usually get up till at LEAST ten, and last night was a tiring night.” Anger laced my words, but I was able to keep my volume down. It wasn’t likely that Dennis had slept through Gina’s knocking, but I didn’t want to disturb my neighbors this morning either.
“Tiring…?” She looked up and around, and I realized how that must have sounded.
“No, no one was here, I was just working on a project, and it has left me exhausted.” It wasn’t really a lie. Somehow after everything, I didn’t think I could lie to her; it would make me feel like too much of a hypocrite. She nodded, and I could see that she was relieved, before her eyes dropped back down to her lap.
“May I ask what kind of project?”
No, you may not, I thought, but answered differently. “It will take a couple weeks before I am ready.”
She looked up at me, and then down again. I have never seen her act like this before. Normally she is so self confidant, but this morning it is like she is entirely a different person.
“Oh, okay. You look good today, even your—“ She cut herself off, and looked at my bare chest and then to my jaw, and I knew she was looking for the bruises that were no longer there. “Your chest! Your bruises are gone. How…?”
I had to think fast. I didn’t want to lie, but I couldn’t tell her an alien had healed me, either. “You did give me a really great massage.” I let that hang, hoping she would draw the wrong conclusion, and only feeling slightly guilty. Technically I wasn’t lying.
“Massage… Yeah… I never knew a massage could do that.” Her eyes were still locked on my torso, and I wanted to change the subject.
“I don’t think you came to look at my bruises. Why are you here?” Her eyes immediately dropped back to her clasped hands, and I felt my frustration growing. What was wrong with her? I leaned forward, and placed my hand under her chin, and gently turned her face up to me. She refused to meet my eyes, but at least she turned.
“I—You probably hate me, I know, but… I… What I mean to say is… I wanted to… I don’t feel right about what happened, and I…” Her inability to come right out and say it was starting to drive me up the wall. Could I make a switch to get her to come right out and say it? “I want to make it up to you, and will do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness.” She finally spluttered out, without me making a switch.
This again? I thought we’d gone over this already.
“Waking me up early on a Saturday isn’t a good start,” I told her, and her chin yanked out of my hand at the sound of rebuke in my voice. She was fidgeting now as she sat on the edge of my bed, and I remembered the conditioning my switches had caused in her. Checking them real quick, I could tell she was horny, and every time I talked only made it worse.
“I-I know, but you barely return my calls, and you wouldn’t let me come see you. I didn’t know what else to do.” I watched as a tear slowly slid down her cheek, leaving a wet trail in its wake.
My anger fled.
Pulling her to me, she rested her head on my bare chest. I could feel her hot tears on my chest as she shook and sobbed against me. This once proud and socially powerful woman was now broken, and in large part because of me. I had half seduced her, manipulating her into sex. She had tried to cover it up with her boyfriend by claiming it was ****, but had confessed the truth before I’d been beaten too badly. Her boyfriend was gone, her social status likely crumbled, and I was probably the only person who treated her with any kindness. She had suffered for her crime, worse than I’d suffered for her lies. In a sense I was her jailer, the only one that could set her free. The sense of power over her that that gave me was a heady feeling that I immediately felt guilty for. I had enough power over her as it was.
Sucking in a deep breath, I readied myself to tell her she was forgiven, but before the words left my mouth, she turned her face up to mine and planted her lips against my own. The kiss was gentle, not fierce or passionate like others had been, but even better for its tenderness. Her arms snaked around my naked torso, and hugged me tighter to her slender frame. I held in the breath of air as long as I could, letting it out slowly through my nose. There was no tongue involved in this kiss, just our lips and bodies pressed against each other, and yet I could feel myself growing hard as it continued on.
Unexpectedly Gina pulled away, and I could see fear in her red rimmed hazel eyes. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have done that… I just—“
I silenced her with a quick peck, “You’re forgiven.” The words came easier than I thought they would, and I knew they were true. She really had suffered enough. “Not because of the kiss, or the sex, or anything else, but because I can see you’ve suffered enough. You don’t need to worry about me anymore; I can take care of myself. You don’t have to do anything else that you don’t want to.”
Fear turned to relief, and then confusion. “That I don’t want to?” Her eyes searched my own. “I haven’t done anything I didn’t want to, Nick. Even when I let you in my ass, it was something I wanted to do. Whenever Robbie tried it always hurt, but when I’m with you, everything is different. I feel good when you talk to me, and your touch sends thrills through my body. I don’t know what this effect is that you have on me, but I like it, and I like being with you.”
Now I was the one to feel low. She only felt that way, because I’d made her feel like that. It was my fault. The catchphrase from Spiderman came back to me, “With great power, comes great responsibility.” How true that is, I thought as I looked down at the beautiful blonde still in my arms. I was now responsible for her.
“Gina, I—“ her finger pressed against my lips and cut me off. I had been about to apologize myself, and maybe ask her to leave.
“Don’t say it. I won’t say it either, but just don’t send me away. You know how I feel now. Just hold me.” And so I held her, feeling like a heel, but not knowing what else to do. I couldn’t remove the switches in her, and even if I changed the one she was conditioned with, it wouldn’t change her conditioning. I toyed with the idea of reconditioning her, but decided not to for two reasons: I had no right to manipulate her further, and could actually cause more damage, and though I felt worse for it, I liked holding her and being with her.
In silence we held each other, me not daring to speak, and manipulate her more, and I had no idea what was going through her head. After some time had passed, Gina looked up to me, and spoke, “Nick?”
“I want you.” Three such simple words, and yet they held so much weight.
“Dennis is home,” I tried to back out, talking as little as possible. “What if he walked in?”
“Then he can watch like he did the other night,” she said, as I felt her lips press against my chest, while her hands dug into my boxers.
Somehow I wasn't too surprised that she'd known Dennis had watched us. I was a little disappointed my ploy had failed. It wasn't that I wasn't in the mood. Her fingers firmly squeezing my rock hard shaft could attest to that. My only problem was I still felt bad about what I'd done to her.
As her digits slid up and down my pole, I could feel my resolve weakening. "We really shouldn't," I tried to say, as her lips trailed down my torso. She really knew how to use her hands I thought, as a moan inexplicably left my throat. I need to put a stop to this, before it goes too far.
But my hands stayed where they were, and I made no move to stop her. Would it really be so bad? Just this one last time, then never again... No, this is wrong. I need to stop this now. I need to... I need... The thought was lost as her lips touched the head of my penis, and this time there was no stopping the moan. My hands finally moved as they went to the back of her head, digging into her hair.
I felt, more than heard, her moan through my cock, and she picked up the pace of her sucking. I lifted my head off my pillow, and looked down at her. Her face and my crotch were hidden behind her blonde hair, but a movement from her arm caught my attention. By the looks of it, she was playing with herself, while giving me a great blowjob.
I knew I shouldn't say it, it was wrong to do so, but I was lost to lust by that point. "Take off your clothes, I want to lick you."
Quicker than I thought possible, and with more energy than I'd seen her have all morning, Gina stripped off her clothes, planted her soaked crotch against my lips, and swallowed me back between her own.
I wanted to make her feel as good as she was making me feel, so I moaned loudly while I licked her labia, and was rewarded with a flood of her fluids. She tasted different from Shanna, but not in a bad way. Both women tasted great. I shoved my tongue in as far as it would go down her hole, grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and tried to shove my whole face inside her. I then sucked her clit between my teeth, and had to hold on tight as she came again.
Gina flopped over onto her side, as she came down from her climax, and then started to kiss her way up my body. When she got to my face, she didn't go for my lips as I'd thought she would, but instead started to lick all of her juices from my chin, cheeks, and nose, before finally shoving her tongue as far down my throat as she could.
Lost in what she was doing, I didn't even realize she'd moved her pelvis into position, until I felt her velvety folds start to squeeze tightly around my member. I dropped my hands to her rear again, and we soon reached a matched rhythm. Her hands were on my face, as she kissed me hungrily, her torso pressed against mine, and my cock going deeper and deeper into her crevice.
She was the one to break the kiss, as she gasped for air, and sat upright, allowing me to go a little further into her. I was still a little outside her, but I reached down with one hand, and rubbed her clit, while I used my other hand to fondle one of her large breasts. She shuddered as another climax took her, and I used my hips to roll us over.
I had to pull out, but I kept her on her side, straddled her right leg, and slipped back into her, with her left leg going around my torso. I used my left hand to continue rubbing her clit, as I slid in and out of her hot hole. She twisted her upper body so her shoulders were flat on my bed, and used her left hand to encourage me to up my pace.
I grabbed one of her delectable tits again, and then leaned forward to take one of her nipples between my teeth. Even with my length, I couldn't go as deep like this, but by her moans, she didn't care.
I knew I was getting close, and picked up my attack on her cunny, and felt sweat start to bead on my brow.
"Fuck me, with that cock, Nick. Fuck me hard! Oh, Gawd, I'm going to cum again. Don't stop. Don't stooooppppp!" As I felt her inner muscles clamp down hard on my shaft, I let fly with my own ejaculate. Her eyes flew open, as I spewed inside her, and it seemed as if her orgasm doubled in intensity.
Spent, worn out, and tired, I collapsed behind her, and soon fell back to sl**p.
I woke a few hours later to the feel of soft lips against my own. Smiling, I opened my eyes to see Gina's Hazel eyes looking back at me. The memory of my crumbling resolve, and all the wrongs I'd done her came flooding back, and I scooted away from her, falling out of the bed.
Gina laughed at my misfortune, before saying, "Not the reaction I was expecting." She laughed some more as I tried to get up, and realized I was still naked. I tried to cover myself, and couldn't remember where my boxers had gone. Had I ever even taken them off during the sex? Grabbing a clean pair, I turned back to face the beautiful blonde, but didn't dare speak. "Dennis poked his head in awhile ago, and asked if you were still going to the party tonight." Her face had gone solemn, and I felt a sinking sensation in my gut. She was talking about Derek's party, and he had specifically asked me not to take her. "Was he talking about Derek's party?"
I couldn't lie, but I didn't dare talk either. I didn't need her getting horny again at the sound of my voice. I just nodded my head.
"I know I'm not invited. Do you still plan on going? We could stay here all day... When Dennis leaves, we'd have the whole place to ourselves. I'll even let you put that b**st in my ass again."
It was tempting. Oh, so tempting, but I knew I had to refuse. I couldn't do that to her. Not again.
"I'm going," I said, and watched her face fall.
She got out of my bed, and started dressing. I could see the tears forming in her eyes, but didn't know what I could say to stop them.
"Fine. I know when I'm not wanted." She'd gathered all of her things, and was headed for the door. Despite myself, I blocked her. "I see you really haven't forgiven me."
I grabbed both her arms in my hands, and held her at arm's length. "Gina, it's not that you're not wanted. This is the first time I've ever been invited to a party." Against my will, the words were coming out, many more than I'd wanted to say. "You ARE forgiven. I promise."
I saw hope return to her eyes a split second before her arms pulled out of my hands and wrapped around me, hugging me tight. "Thank you, Nick. I promise not to be too angry, but don't forget me while you're there."
I nodded, and then she kissed me and left. I sagged against the door, and cursed myself for my weakness. Why couldn't I have just let her go?
I spent the rest of the day trying to get my mind off of my problems, by playing games, but only partially succeeded.
As the sun started to set, I took a quick shower, followed by Dennis.
The drive to Shanna’s house was a cool one, but blessedly quick. Standing at her front door, I waited somewhat impatiently for her to answer. When the door finally opened, it felt like my heart skipped a beat. She looked lovely, with her makeup lightly done, a pair of skin tight jeans, and a light winter coat on.
“Shall we?” Her voice was soft and sweet as she passed by me, and I caught the slight fragrance of lilac and vanilla. I rushed after her, and held my car door open for her, as she got it. “Oh, a gentleman,” she cooed, and I couldn’t hide my smile. I didn’t know what my mother would think of how I was using my abilities, but she HAD taught me how to treat a woman.
The drive to the party seemed to start and end before I was even aware of it. The moon hung heavy in the sky, and the snow was falling lightly, like a million little diamonds from the sparse clouds. When I told the analogy to Shanna, she laughed her lovely little laugh, and I thought, tonight is going to be a good night. Forget about the demons, forget about Gina, and just have fun with Shanna.
The music was blaring as I pulled up to the house, and someone was already puking off of a balcony.
Brent Ratner spotted us as soon as we walked in, and smiled, waving us over. He had to yell to be heard over the music.
“You brought Shanna, or is this Shannon? Either way, good choice,” the slap on the back he gave me pushed me forward a bit. He shoved a beer in each of our hands, and then leaned in close so that only I could hear him. “Make yourself at home. Have fun, get crazy, but please don’t put anyone to sl**p. There are plenty of beds upstairs if you need one.”
I could feel my cheeks burning as he pulled away, but he had spotted someone else, and went off to greet them.
“What did he say?” Shanna asked.
I debated on telling her, but after what we’d already done, and as forward as she’d been, I saw no reason to hide it. “He said we were free to use one of the bedrooms if we wanted.” Well I wasn’t going to tell her I could put people to sl**p, now was I?
I saw her cheeks color slightly, which surprised me. Wasn’t it her that had been the forward one? I took a sip of my beer, as I looked around. The place was crowded with a lot of faces I didn’t recognize. Those I did know were mostly jocks and their girlfriends; not my usual crowd.
I spotted Dennis over by a beer pong table, and went to chat with him. My roommate was chatting with an attractive platinum blonde, while cheers went up at the table as the ping pong ball landed in a cup.
“Nick, this is Lindsey, Brent’s s****r. Lindsey this is—“ Dennis started to introduce us, but Lindsey cut him off.
“I know who Nick is. He is all the talk at school right now, and I share a class with Shannon twice a week.”
“This is Shanna,” I said, wondering what was being said about me on campus.
“Is it? I’m sorry, I can’t keep you two straight,” Lindsey smiled at us.
“Who let the trash in?” The snide voice sounded right behind me, and I gave a small groan. Derek was the last person I wanted to deal with right then.
“I dunno, but I’m willing to take it out, if I have to,” I told the bully as I turned around. For just a moment I saw fear in the bigger man’s eyes. I was rested from using my switches, though still a little weak from Lela’s white light.
“Ha, I’m just messing with ya, dweeb. Derek told me to play nice, so I’ll play nice.” His words said one thing, his tone another. “Tell ya what. Why don’t we play a friendly game of beer pong?”
I almost had to laugh. Sure, I was a light weight when it came to alcohol (I’d barely even sipped my beer), but my switches should be able to help me out somehow. I also reasoned that he wanted to stay away from me physically, which only served to bolster my ego.
“Why not?” I said, shrugging.
Lindsey leaned over and quickly whispered in my ear, “Don’t do this. He plays all the time, and never loses.”
I nodded my head, but I’d already made another switch in Derek. The bully started yelling for everyone to gather around, and watch while he beat the dweeb at beer pong. My smile grew bigger.
“Six or ten?” he asked me, and I saw Lindsey mouth ‘six’, while Shanna snuggled closer to me.
“Are you sure about this? You don’t have to impress me.” I was touched that Shanna was concerned about me, but held up both hands, showing Derek all ten fingers.
Derek gave a nasty laugh, and the cups were set up. “Here,” he said as he tossed me the small white ball, “you go first.”
The first shot is always the easiest, and it landed in the middle of the third row. Derek grimaced, but downed the beer quickly. He took his aim, and I didn’t interfere on this shot. It landed in my first cup. I gave the man a big smile, and then downed my beer, some of it dribbling around my mouth.
My second shot hit a couple rims, and then bounced away. The crowd ooh’d. I’d tried to make a switch to move the ball in the right direction, but the switches didn’t form. Maybe I was forming them wrong…
I flipped Derek’s newest switch right before his shot, and his ball went wide, and he had to catch his balance on the edge of the table, his equilibrium suddenly lost. The crowd around the table gasped in shock.
“How much have you had to drink?” I asked, turning his equilibrium back on.
Derek shook himself and glared at me as I made my next shot. It landed in the second row, and Derek downed his second cup. As the game wore on, I ensured that none of Derek’s shots made it anywhere near my cups, though it did take me awhile to hit his last one. No matter how I imagined it, I couldn’t seem to come up with a switch that would move the ball the way I wanted it to, without it being too obvious.
Those gathered around the table cheered as I made the last shot, and Shanna laid one on me in front of everybody. I turned to talk to Dennis when she let me up for air, but he’d already gone.
“I think they went upstairs,” Shanna said, having to yell to be heard over the din.
“He’d better not have gone up there with my s****r!” Brent said right behind me, and I cringed. A cute little redhead was trying to hold him back as he started up the stairs, but she didn’t stand a chance.
I followed after, quickly making switches and hoping I wouldn’t pay too much for it tomorrow. I started to turn down his anger and concern, and turn up his acceptance. It took a fair amount of effort to get the switches to move, but slowly they complied with my will.
They weren't behind the first door, or the second. The second room was occupied by a couple going at it, and though I kind of wanted to watch, I was more concerned about my roommate's wellbeing.
They ended up being in the back most room when Brent walked in, trailed by the redhead, Shanna, and me. Both were still fully clothed, but they were kissing pretty fiercely on a couch (Lindsey in Dennis's lap), and their hands were busy exploring each other's bodies.
"Ah-ha! I found you." The anger had gone out of his voice, but it still startled the two kissers.
"Brent! What are you doing? Leave us alone!" I could feel her b*****r's switches start to fight me, and knew I needed to add some switches to Lindsey too. A small voice in the back of my head warned me that this could be trouble, as it had been with Gina, but I was already acting.
I stamped down hard on Lindsey's anger, and turned up her acceptance. I remembered Dennis's 'intimidation' switch that I'd made what seemed so long ago, and turned that one down as well. I knew I was going to suffer tomorrow for this, but I didn't want a fight to break out in the first party I'd been invited to.
"Leave them alone, Brent," the redhead said, placing her hand on his arm. Lindsey had already gone back to kissing Dennis, and Dennis didn't seem to be too bothered by it.
"She's my s****r, Robin." Somehow there was still a bit of resistance in him, so I crushed his new switches, and saw his eyes go slightly glassy.
"Then show her how to kiss properly, and kiss me." Robin suited actions to words, and pulled him down into a kiss.
"What just happened?" Shanna asked me in a whisper, and I shrugged my shoulders pretending I didn't have a clue.
Robin led Brent over to the couch, and sat him next to the other snogging couple. The redhead straddled his lap, turned to Lindsey, and said, "This is how you really kiss a man," and then attacked the big jock.
Lindsey looked up for a moment, watched the redhead make out with her b*****r, and then attacked Dennis with renewed ferocity.
I felt a hand grip my cock through my pants, and then Shanna asked, "You like watching this, don't you?" I tore my eyes away from the scene before me, to look down into her blue eyes. With her hand on my crotch, there was no way I could deny it. She snaked her other hand around my neck, and pulled me down for a soft kiss, before saying, "I do too."
Shanna led me over to a recliner, and for the first time I realized we were in a den, and not a bedroom. I sat down first, and Shanna planted herself in my lap, facing the two kissing couples. Robin's shirt was off, and Brent was fussing with the bra strap in back.
Shanna turned to look at me, smiled, and then grabbed my hands and pulled them around her. She dug one of my hands under her shirt, and put the other in her lap. I needed no further hints, and slipped my left hand up her flat stomach to fondle her ample chest.
Dennis wasn't about to be outdone, and removed Lindsey's shirt, and had her bra off while Brent was still struggling. In the end, Robin had to remove her own bra. There was no mistaking that Robin's breasts were fake. Lindsey's breasts, on the other hand, were very much real, and Dennis had his face buried in them.
Shanna was grinding her ass against my covered crotch, and I slipped a hand inside her pants after she unbuttoned them. She was shaved smooth again tonight, and already moist by the time my fingers reached her lips. I used my switches, and her bra unsnapped; seemingly on its own. Shanna then removed her shirt and bra in one swift motion.
Lindsey had finally taken the lead, and had Dennis's long cock out, and was busily sucking away.
"Oh," Robin exclaimed, "I didn't think you'd go that far with your b*****r here." In the spirit of their competition, Robin soon followed suit, pulling Brent's pants down to his ankles, to reveal a cock thicker than Dennis's, but not as long.
Dennis had his eyes closed as he enjoyed Lindsey's ministrations, but oddly, Brent's eyes were locked on his s****r's bobbing head.
Shanna was twitching in my lap, and I realized I was rubbing my fingers against her clit pretty firmly. A couple seconds later, she came, gripping my legs with her hands and moaning for the room to hear. Robin was the only one to pay us any attention though, and she just gave us a wicked smile, before turning her attention back to Brent's thick cock.
Shanna stood and spun around, kissing me as she leaned over. Her tongue felt hot and wet against my lips, and I gladly met it with my own. Her hands were fumbling at my waist, and she easily got my pants undone. I lifted my hips to let her remove them, and then sat back down. Shanna stood back upright, dropped her pants to the floor, and then went down on me.
I'm not sure if it was the situation, or not, but her blowjob somehow felt different; hungrier this time.
I watched as in almost unison, the other two men stood, and helped their women get completely naked as well. Lindsey sat back on the couch, and Dennis dropped to his knees, repaying the favor she'd just given him. Robin, however, crawled onto the couch next to Lindsey, on all fours. Brent got behind her, about the same time the two women started to kiss.
"Ung, fuck! Your b*****r's cock is thick," Robin moaned, and Lindsey's eyes flew open at the words.
"My... b*****r...?" Enjoying everything as much as I was, I instinctively pushed on her 'acceptance' switch. "Mmm, I'm glad." A pleasant smile spread across her face, then turned to one of pleasure, as Dennis must have started doing something right. Robin began sucking on Lindsey's left breast, and I realized Shanna was missing the show.
As much as I was enjoying her attentions, I decided to pull her up, and turn her around. I had her sit in my lap, but watched as her eyes went wide at the show on the couch. "I can't believe they're doing that in front of each other," she said, as my head slipped past her first folds. She felt tighter tonight too. Probably form watching what the other four are doing.
Shanna sank slowly down my shaft, eliciting a moan from me. "Fuck, that thing is big," she moaned, and wiggled her hips a little. Both Robin and Lindsey looked over at Shanna's words, and I enjoyed how their eyes grew large at the site of my cock slipping into Shanna.
Lindsey grabbed Dennis by the ears, and pulled him up to her face. "Fuck me. Fuck me now!" Dennis didn't need to be told twice, and he easily slid his length into the platinum blonde's shaved twat. Robin reached down between them, and from the way Lindsey's moans grew in volume, I assumed the redhead was playing with Lindsey's clit. Robin started kissing Dennis, and I monitored Brent's switches to see if he objected, but they didn't budge.
Shanna used her hands on the armrests of the recliner to lift herself up, and then fall back down, repeatedly impaling herself on my manhood, but taking it slow. I brought my hands around to her breasts, and gently teased her nipples. From the way her pussy milked my cock, I knew she enjoyed it.
Brent was starting to grunt with effort as he picked up his pace and brought Robin off. Lindsey soon followed, the two women moaning in unison. Robin collapsed forward, her face landing where Dennis and Lindsey were joined. The redhead pushed my roommate out, and started licking the other women's juices off his cock. She continued to push him back, till he was lying on the floor, with her head between his legs. Dennis couldn't seem to believe his luck, and gave me an exuberant thumbs up when he saw me looking.
I checked on Brent's switches again, but he only had eyes for his s****r, who had two fingers in her own crotch, and one nipple rolling between her fingers. Before anyone else knew what was happening, Brent leaned forward, and kissed his s****r full on the mouth. Lindsey shook as the kiss took her, and she wrapped both arms around her b*****r.
Shanna suddenly came hard on my cock. She shook and shuddered, her hand furiously rubber her clit, while I continued to tease her nipples.
"I can't believe he did that," she told me, after a few seconds had passed. "His own s****r... What do you think about it?"
What did I think about it? i****t had never been a thing for me in the past, but watching the way the two siblings lovingly kissed, and how Lindsey seemed to be getting off on her b*****r's fingers, I had to admit I was getting turned on. I let my cock twitch inside her a couple times, to give her an answer, and smiled as her eyes rolled up into her head.
"Damn, that's deep." The voice tore my attention from Shanna, and I saw that Robin had mounted Dennis, and had his rod fully sheathed in her cunny. I noticed that her carpet matched the d****s, though she only had a small strip of hair. Her fake tits were bouncing under Dennis's hands, as they both grunted and moaned.
With all this sex around me, I felt my own climax coming on. I cursed my inability to not be able to use my switches on myself. I wanted to keep going, but it wasn't possible.
Shanna must have been able to sense my closeness as I dropped my hands to her hips, and started rocking her back and forth a moment before I blew. It felt like a fire hose was emptying out of my rod, as I shot deep into Shanna's womb. Shanna started to cum again, too, and when we were both done, we looked up to see Dennis and Robin grinning at us foolishly.
Brent was too busy trying to get his fat cock into his s****r.
Dennis came as Shanna and I were getting dressed, and we all agreed to leave the siblings to themselves.
Walking out of the room, I used one more switch to make sure the door was locked. There was no sense in letting them get caught.
We decided to leave the party, and as soon as we were in the car, my date started talking. "That was so hot! I've never done anything like that! Have you?"
"No, Shannon, I haven't."
"I hope you don't think less of me, but when I saw Brent kiss his s****r, it made me... Wait... You called me Shannon."
"That's your name, isn't it?"
"How did you know?" Her excitement had turned to trepidation.
"I wasn't sure until you just confirmed it, but there are a few differences between you two. You may look the same, but you both feel different." A part of me was angry for having been played for a fool, but another part of me knew I couldn't be too angry with a woman I'd just fucked.
"Don't be angry," Shannon pleaded. "Shanna was too sore after yesterday, and she knew you would want to do it again. No one has ever figured it out before."
"You've done this before?" I asked, shock outweighing other emotions.
"Not very much. Only when one of us needs a break, though I have to say, this was the best night I've had in years, and I can see why my s****r needed to recover. I'm not going to be walking straight tomorrow."
The compliment wasn't lost on me, and I had to laugh. I had just fulfilled many men's fantasies of screwing s****rs, though not at the same time... That gave me an idea, but one for another night.
"Don't be mad at her, she really likes you," Shannon pleaded with me, as I drove her home. Thinking of how Gina had acted after the first time we'd screwed, I wondered if all women lied.
"Like requires trust," I told her, but there was no bite in my words. Shannon pulled out her phone, and I assumed she was texting Shanna, because the twin met us as I pulled up. I jumped out, and ran around to let Shannon out, still trying to be a gentleman.
"Go easy on her," Shannon whispered as she stepped out of my car.
"Shannon tells me you figured it out. How did you do it?" Shanna's arms were tucked under her breasts, and her breath was misting in the cold air. She wasn't wearing a coat, or a bra by the look of it, so I invited her into my car, before answering her question.
I decided that my earlier comment about 'like requiring trust' still held and I DID like Shanna. "You and she may look the same, but you both act and feel different during sex."
My words didn't seem to hurt her, but I could see fear and worry in her eyes, backed by a steely determination.
"Do you hate me?"
"I'm not happy about being lied to. If you didn't feel up to doing anything, I would have understood. I'm not an asshole, though sometimes that is a bad thing."
"No," she said, placing her hand on my thigh, "It's one of the things I like about you."
I couldn't help but add the next part. "And then there is the part where you sent your s****r t have sex with me. What kind of a man would complain about that?"
Shanna laughed her wonderful laugh, and I knew that she knew I'd forgiven her.
I walked Shanna to her door, lending her my coat for the short walk, and we kissed shortly before she went in.
I drove slow and careful, letting my mind play over the day's, and most particularly the night's, events. All in all, I was in a pretty good mood, though I still didn't know what I was going to do about Gina. My conscience wanted one thing, but my mind and prick fought for something else.
I crawled into bed, wondering how much sl**p I was going to get tonight.
The flash of light before I entered Lela's featureless blue room reminded me of my other problems, but I had an idea to deal with Lela tonight. Somehow my conscience didn't fight me on this one. Maybe it was because she was an alien.