Alien Son
Chapter 11: Las Vegas, Nevada - Part 5

Copyright© 2002 by Franco

Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11: Las Vegas, Nevada - Part 5 - An illegitimate son discovers his father's secret.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mind Control   Heterosexual   Science Fiction   Harem   Oral Sex   Anal Sex  

I was awakened by the morning sun shining through the window, bright in Las Vegas even this late in the year. Looking at my watch on the table, I saw it was a little before 9:30. Stretching, vaguely remembering bumping into the soft flesh of one or the other sister as we slept together last night, I realized I was alone.

Opening the door, stepping into the hall, I heard movement in the kitchen. I ducked into the bathroom, and when I came out, Kim, wearing a tee-shirt and cotton panties, was waiting for me, a mug of coffee in her hand.

"Morning, darling," she said, handing me the mug, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "Do you want breakfast now?"

Without answering, I put my arm around Kim's waist, enjoying her clean scent as we walked into the kitchen. Kristen, wearing a half tee-shirt nearly identical to the one she had on last night and thong panties, at the open refrigerator, holding three eggs in her hand, turned toward us, her dark eyes looking into mine, then down. "We've only got three eggs," she said. Then, smiling up at me, "Rob, you can have them all."

One arm around Kim, I placed my other arm around Kristen, pulling her to me gently, kissing her on the lips. Smiling, "One egg for each of us will be fine, but first, I need a shower," I said.

"I know, we can make french toast," Kim said. "Three eggs will make plenty of french toast. Do you like french toast, Rob?"

"I love french toast," I answered, heading for the bathroom.

I took a quick shower, then realized I had left the razor and toothbrush I bought at Penney's in the Expedition. I dressed in the same clothes I wore yesterday. As I walked out of the bathroom, I smelled bacon frying. In the kitchen, Kim was just finishing setting the table, Kristen at the stove.

Kim came over to me, wrapping her arm around my waist, "Hope you're hungry. It'll be ready in a few minutes," pressing herself against me.

Bending forward, gently rubbing my whiskers on her cheek, "Like an idiot, I left my razor in the Expedition. I better shave first."

"Don't worry," Kim said, rubbing her cheek over my whiskers. "We don't mind," then, to Kristen, "Do we?"

"I think it's manly... sexy," Kristen said, turning from the stove, rubbing her palm over my whiskers.

My left arm around Kim, I encircled Kristen's waist with my right arm, my fingers just brushing the top of her panties. I watched Kristen's eyes close as I pulled her to me, our lips meeting. Her tongue touched mine, then, with a sigh withdrew as I turned to kiss Kim briefly on the lips, our tongues meeting for a moment.

"Come on, let's eat," I said, directing the girls toward the table. "I've got a lot to do today. We'll have time enough for that later."

Breakfast was pleasant, if a little quiet. I sensed the worry in the two sisters about my safety, with Kristen also concerned about the kind of relationship I would allow her to have with me.

After breakfast, I took my coffee into the living room watching CNN until they played the story of the Santa Barbara killings again - it was the same story as last night. I decided there was no point in watching any more and went out to the parking lot.

After checking I wasn't being observed - few residents were around this time of day - I cleaned out the Expedition, bringing up all my belongings and anything that could link the vehicle to me. I had even forgotten my dad's Glock. I swore to myself I wouldn't ever be so careless again.

When I went back up to the apartment Kim and Kristen were still in the kitchen, Kim at the table, Kristen standing, talking on the phone. "No, not today," she said into the phone. Then, "I don't know... I'll let you know."

Kim followed me into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. As I began lathering my face, she was sitting on the toilet lid, looking up, "We're both staying home today - Kristen and me, to be with you."

"Thanks," smiling at her. "I appreciate it."

"That was Kristen's boyfriend on the phone just now. He wanted to know why she wasn't going to school today," pausing, looking up at me expectantly. I continued shaving.

"She wants to be one of your girls, like me... like Claudia, like Bobbi."

That surprised me, "So you know about Bobbi and Claudia?"

"Yes, your... your father told them about me. They called me, then we talked... several times more. I like them. We talked together... a lot."

"And what did you talk about?"

"About you. About how crazy we are about you. About how nice it would be if we could all be together to take care of you... to make you happy."

Where did this come from? My dad couldn't have done this to Kim, I must be responsible. A quick scan revealed it was a combination of the love and desire for me I had instilled in Kim combined with the effect of my aura that transformed her into the kind of girl who would so willingly submit herself to me, devote herself to my happiness, gladly share me with others. I was doing what my father did, using my powers to create a harem. Again looking at her, "So you talked about us all being together?"

"Yeah, we talked about how nice it would be if we could all be together, you and me and Claudia and Bobbi. Don't you think it would be nice if Kristen was with us, to be one of your girls too?"

Shaving, "So you think three girls aren't enough for me?"

Her voice taking a more serious tone, "Rob, three... four, as many as you want. As many as you need... as many as you need to make you happy. We just want to belong to you and make you happy. You know, you're a very unusual man, extraordinary. We feel lucky, honored to be chosen by you."

"And where would we all live... me and my harem?"

"They, Claudia and Bobbi, told me about your father's ranch. We talked about what it would be like if we could all be together there... with you. How we would help you... make you happy. But now..."

"Well," I said, smiling. "It might still be possible. I'll think about it."

"And Kristen?"

"I'll think about her too."

In the living room, Kim gave me the keys to her car, then gave me directions to a canal where I could dump the evidence. The girls sat on the couch, silently watching as I slipped the Glock into my waistband, pulling out my shirt to cover the bulge. Kim stood, kissing me gently on the lips, "Rob, I love you. Be careful, please."

Kristen kissed me too. Then, her arms around my shoulders, her big dark eyes looking into mine, "I... I love you too," she whispered.

Kim's car was a fairly new Dodge Neon. It took a while to drive to the canal, on the edge of the city. I pulled off the road, made sure no one was looking, and flung the heavy bag as far out over the water as I could. I paused for a moment to watch the bag sink beneath the surface, then headed for downtown Las Vegas.

Scanning a cop in a patrol car, I found out the Las Vegas Police Department and County Sheriff's office were consolidated years ago. I also learned where the Sheriff's headquarters was located. Parking at a 7-11 a couple of blocks away, I bought a newspaper, then sitting in my car with the newspaper open in front of me as a kind of camouflage (no news about the Santa Barbara murders in the paper), I began scanning the captains and lieutenants in the Sheriff's office. Though they had been notified about the murders at the Santa Barbara ranch and told to look out for the Expedition, surprisingly, they didn't know anything about me and they knew nothing about who might have been responsible for the massacre.

From the Sheriff's office I found out where the Las Vegas FBI office was located. Parked a few blocks away, again with the newspaper open in front of me, I scanned the FBI higher ups. They knew about the massacre, and they speculated the murders at the ranch were related to my father's position at the UN - he was on the Secretary General's staff. And they knew about me. They knew I had been at the ranch and they knew my body wasn't found there. But whether I was connected somehow to the murderers, or had been kidnapped, they didn't know. And, outside of vague suspicions about terrorists, they had no idea of who might have been responsible.

I was disturbed that they didn't have any information to help me discover my enemies. I stayed where I was, not seeing the newspaper in front of me as I considered my options. I could go to DC, or New York. I might be able to find out something about the enemy aliens there. Or, I could go back to Santa Barbara. I could easily drive there in Kim's car. Maybe with my powers I would be able to discover something the police missed, or combine some facts, some clues, that would help me find my enemies... to destroy them. Yes, I decided, that's what I would do. I would go back. I wouldn't be running away any more. This would be my first step in achieving my vengeance.

I stopped at a clothing store and bought - with cash - two changes of clothing, then headed back to Kim's apartment. I decided I would spend the night there, then head back to Santa Barbara in the morning. I knew spending another night with the two sisters would be good for me, like it had been good for me last night. I couldn't decide yet what to do about Kristen, whether I would let her become one of my girlfriends... a member of my harem, like she wanted, but that wasn't my most important problem now. She could wait.

Pulling into the apartment lot, something didn't seem right. Whether it was my human sixth sense or some power the aliens had given me, I sensed danger. Instead of pulling into Kim's assigned space, I drove off to the side, parking in a visitor's space. Without getting out of the car, I mentally reached out to Kim. At first, I couldn't find her, her consciousness was so much altered. When I finally discovered her, it was like a shriek... a shriek of terror. She was overwhelmed with terror, and Kristen was the same.

Neither of them could think of anything but the fear that filled them. It took time, several minutes sitting there in Kim's car, but I was able to calm them and begin to get an idea of what happened. They were tied to kitchen chairs, their arms behind them, blindfolded.

 
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