Last Night on Earth

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Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, ft/ft, mt/mt, Consensual, Romantic, BiSexual, Science Fiction, Extra Sensory Perception, Incest, Brother, Sister, Interracial, First, Oral Sex, Slow, .

Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: A brother, sister and their friend are spending their last day on Earth. When they leave, they may never see their home again. This is the opening to a possible series, depending on the response I get. Enjoy.

I moaned as Danny's mouth closed over the head of my cock. It felt so damn good! He stroked my shaft and used his free hand to play with my balls that were just aching to be drained.

Brushing the boy's long hair out of the way so I could see what he was doing, I played with the leather thong that kept it tied back, and the purple beads that decorated the ends. It was Danny's signal that his was only interested in oral today. It would have been better if he had red beads in his hair wrap. That would have said that he wanted it all, but we already knew he wasn't big enough to take me that way. Not without severe injuries. And I didn't want to do that to my friend.

Again and again Danny went down on my cock, trying to swallow all of it. But like so many other boys, he just wasn't big enough physically. That didn't stop them from trying, or me from enjoying the hell out of their attempts.

It wasn't long before I felt the churn in my balls. I was so fucking close to the edge. Putting my hand on the back of Danny's head I urged him to go faster, to take more. And he did, changing to his patented, slurppy wet, porn star blowjob.

He knew that would get me off in seconds. And it did. I pulled him down and forced my cock into his mouth as far as it would go and erupted like Vesuvius.

I saw stars, just like I always did when Danny sucked me. I don't know how long I was out, but Danny's struggles trying to get away, brought me back.

"Fuck, Ronny, give a guy some warning will you?" he complained between wheezing breaths.

I didn't say anything, just pulled him up from between my legs so he was snuggled against my side. He'd always been a girly boy and enjoyed snuggling after our fun time. I didn't mind it either. I wrapped my arm him and pulled him close. He wiggled a bit then settled, using my bicep as a pillow.

Danny's breathing slowed as his body relaxed. I reached out mentally to my sister and found her with her friends, enjoying our backyard pool. Alice, Danny's twin sister, and Linda were in the cabana, using it for a kissing booth. I hovered like a ghost, away from the two girls. Alice had Linda in a hard, tongue thrusting, lesbian lip lock that both were enjoying immensely. When they did break apart, Alice's nipples were hard, making big bumps in the front of her aqua colored one piece and not all of the dampness of Linda's bikini came from pool water.

"I don't want you to go away," Alice complained in a voice that was just above a whisper.

"I don't want to either," Linda replied snuggling with the smaller girl, much like Danny had with me. "But I have to, just like a lot of others will."

I drifted away, out to the pool where Tish floated in the heated water, sans any clothing. The dark skinned beauty wouldn't be the first skinny dipper in the pool, nor would she be the last. Tish was like Linda and I, just turned fourteen and giants when compared to our classmates. She was two inches shorter than my six foot four inches and built along the same lines as a wrestler or weight lifter. She was big, busty, and the sweetest person you'd ever know, unless you crossed her. She's been in trouble at school more than once for wadding assholes up like used sheets of paper and stuffing them into trashcans.

She also knows when I'm ghosting nearby.

Danny stirring against me brought me back to myself. We uncurled from each other and got ourselves situated again. He was dressed first and headed to the trapdoor of our tree house when I stopped him. I urged him close and kissed him again.

It wasn't a quick peck on the lips, but a long, burning, singe your eyebrows and curl your toes kind of kiss. My closest friend first squirmed in my arms, then melted against my chest. I wanted him to know exactly how I felt about him, girly boy or not. When I let him up, his eyes were glassy.

"It may be a long time before we see each other," I told him quietly. "I wanted you to know how I felt."

"I've known how you felt, Ron," Danny said softly, "each time we had a sleep over. And you'll be back. I feel it."

With a sad smile and nod, he was gone, down the rope and across the back yards at a run. I finished dressing and squeezed out the trapdoor as well. When I touched down, I popped the rope, breaking it off at the eyelet holding it to the underside of the treehouse we had built ourselves, the first summer we'd known each other.

From there, it wasn't a long walk to the pool. Linda was in the pool now, and from the girlish sounds coming from it, Trish and Alice were in the cabana sharing a final fairwell. Knowing Trish, it was Alice on the receiving end. Trish never wanted to be on the bottom, even when it was me.

The afternoon drifted into early evening. Alice ran home to her parents, while Trish hung with us. We knew we would be a unit when we got to where we were going. We had been friends before our changes started, and now we were even closer.

Mom and Dad got home later than usual, no doubt stopping to pick up last minute things for the weekend. Dad came out to the pool and tried not to stare as Trish got out, and rinsed off at the shower. She took her time covering up with a barely legal bikini keeping eye contact with Dad the whole time. Stepping into pair of Birkenstocks and with towel in hand she breezed past him and out the privacy fence gate.

It took some minutes for Dad to shake off Trish's effects. While I tried not smile at Dad's predicament, Linda had no such compunctions and giggled, which drove his embarrassment to even higher levels.

"Linda," Dad said, coughing once, "go help your mother in the kitchen."

"Yes, Daddy," she sang with a fake little girl's voice. She didn't even bother putting her swimsuit on before disappearing into the house.

I got out without prompting and walked slowly to the table where I'd left my jock. I didn't pay attention to Dad, but I know he was watching as I stepped into it and pulled it into place. His fears and insecurities washed through my head like a tidal wave. Being of slight build, he would never rate high on the physical intimidation scale, something that had been driven home time and time again during his school and college days by others that had the intellectual capacity of a fungus colony.

There was something else I could feel, hidden away in the back of Dad's head. Something his conscious mind refused to believe, but his unconscious mind knew was true. Dad may not have believed it, but it still colored his reality.

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