The Road to Chaos
Copyright© 2018 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 25
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 25 - JW and Cyn Flintkote break away from their little sister. Jw is headed for Japan. He wants to be a Hero...like his dad. Cyn wants away.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Teenagers Heterosexual Fiction School Science Fiction Incest Brother Sister White Male White Female Oral Sex
Ellen, Hero Caretaker, for all that she’d chewed her nails to the quick over the last three days ... that’s the day they could come and the next two ... was so relieved when the portal opened that she lit into them. Worried half to death turned into pissed beyond belief.
When the accusation, “YOU ARE LATE!” is accompanied by the “MOM” look, the party on the receiving end of that look shakes right down to his/her toes. And then the accuser notices the bandage wrapped head of the previously disabled party. Women ... being women ... immediately incriminated JW ... it is ALWAYS the male who done it! ALWAYS!
It is one of the facts of life. The woman is always right even if she is wrong. Ellen, having been sure they weren’t coming back, was going to lose her plush position ... and the sex.
Just think about it ... JW was a TEENAGER! Her limited experience with fooling around was in high school ... he was a teen ... she had expectations ... that those expectations didn’t pan out wasn’t her fault. Now she had another teen! Hot Damn!
And he hadn’t shown up ... Dumped before she started. Now he was here ... with his Hero Companion ... sure she was rather plain ... but she did look like fun in the sack.
“What did you do?” Ellen asked.
She wasn’t looking at either of them.
So ... as one voice ... they said.
“I told her we were going,” JW said.
“I hit my head because I didn’t duck,” Zo said.
The only part that was understood was the first “I”. The rest of it was: ‘ToldhitmyherbecauseweIweredidn’tgoingduck.”
And they both looked guilty.
Cassandran women have learned to analyze and plan ahead. They have to if they wanna get laid ... and they ALL want to.
“Hit your head?”
“On the hatch.”
Years and years of watching Earth Television have acclimated the women of Cassandra to the various broadcast languages ... they understand cars, boats, houses and elevators.
Hatch meant boat and boat meant water and water meant lakes or oceans.
“You have a small boat?”
“Forty eight foot,” said JW.
“That’s pretty big,” said Ellen, “for a lake.”
“Ocean,” said Zo. “It’s okay.” She sounded hesitant.
“I can stand up and not hit my head,” explained JW. “I have to duck getting into my ... our ... stateroom ... cabin. The hatches are lower.”
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