Chapter 7

Krysten sat back on her ankles. Nut’s hot cock was thrusting up into her wet pussy. Her body was slick with sweat. The October night air was far cooler than her last shift had been at the end of September.

“Jahdojahda!” Nut rippled his lip happily. His fingers fit tightly around Krysten’s thighs. His grip felt even tighter than it had when she had first felt it. She panted and slapped a hand forward on the floor of the tent. She humped her ass back hard.

Her face and breasts and lower back were chilly as the night air travelled through Nut’s cum. Her big breasts swung forward. She moaned. Her phone started ringing.

“Nut! Nut! Nu-uh-ut!” Krysten gasped through a sandpaper rasp. “Phone.” She slapped her second palm down and he yanked her thighs. She kicked back, sliding her toes into the wall of the tent as he grabbed her neck and started fucking down into her. The phone went to voicemail and another call came immediately.

“Nut!” She belted.

“Braxporg! Braxdirth!” He blew out his lip in frustration. His cock seated in her pussy and she dragged her torso to the left by her neck. She grabbed her phone.

“Emmy? You’re fucking calling me!”

“Adam’s gone and so is his bike!” She claimed. “Clean up! In case he comes to you.”

“Nut!” She turned her head and he grabbed her ear. She quailed out another orgasm. His small irises darted to the phone as Emmy ended the call. His big irises stated on Krysten’s ass. He hammered his hips with craze and sung out a glorious chirp as he flushed another bolt of cum inside of her.

Krysten staggered forward. She grabbed the alien and set him down on the cot. She started wiping her tits with her t-shirt.

“Krysten!” Adam called out. He had to be coming over the last hill. His bike tires bumped on the rocks as he rolled into camp. Krysten gave one last wipe of her face and crotch. She turned and shushed the alien that was watching her with both sets of irises focused. “Krysten!”

“Adam?” She asked. She pulled a small pile of books and shoved them under her butt. She aimed her crotch to the tent flaps and opened her knees as best she could. “Come in!”

“Krysten! How are you naked?” He asked sticking his head into the tent. He had his phone as a flashlight. Krysten blocked her face and Nut rolled his head away from the light. “It’s 40 degrees out tonight!”

“I didn’t notice.” She ran her hand up to her throat and smiled. “Do you wanna keep me warm?”

“Of course I do!” He kicked off his shoes and climbed inside. When he zipped the tent and shut off his phone Krysten’s night adjusted eyes no longer were. She felt him scramble over and hug her. “This isn’t working. First you girls get sick. Now it’s getting colder.”

His hand was rubbing her shoulders and scaling down her back. She could still feel the alien cum riding the curves of her ass. She pushed him off.

“Krysten?” He seemed shocked. She crawled over his legs and unzipped his jeans.

“Get your cock out.” Krysten sweetly mewled as she tangled up Adam’s ankles with his jeans as she climbed her ass over his knees. He wasn’t hard but she grabbed him and her body heat and the dark heightened smell, taste, and touch. Adam sprung up. She ground her pussy over him.

“Krysten, listen, I need you to be OK.” He reached for her tits anyway. She sunk down to his balls. She had to scream when he flipped her onto her back. “I’m going to fuck you and then we have to talk.”

“Oh!” Krysten squealed. “Yes!”

Adam grabbed her hair. He was surprised to find how sweaty she was even though it was a humid night. He staggered, what if she was sicker than--her ankles snapped closed behind his butt.

“Fuck me!” She pleaded. “Adam!”

He smirked. He was invulnerable. The girls’ begging was his rocket fuel. He forced her shoulder down and raised up on his toes. Her lower back rolled up. Samira’s dog-eared The Hobbit stuck to Krysten’s wet back for a moment. Adam thrust into her and the book snapped from her sticky skin and smacked the floor. It was nothing to the noise of their skin and breath.

“Jahdojahda.” Nut clambered out from under the sleeping bag. He waddled off the cot and rushed to the door of the tent.

“Adam!” The two sisters shouted at once. Krysten’s voice was broken and sweaty. Jen’s hiss was directed and seeking. The zipper of the tent opened. Maura reached in. She grabbed Nut. Samira grabbed Maura’s elbow. Jen stepped inside.

“Seriously?” Jen laughed. “Emmy is going to be pissed. First you kept looking at the TV while she was blowing you and then you rush out here to fuck a different girl?” Jen was cracking up.

“Shut up!” Krysten pleaded. “Adam!”

Her voice came out through her squeezed teeth. Adam huffed and growled. Krysten’s heel kicked his ass cheek and her fist pounded the tent floor. Her pussy racked tight drank in his cum.

“Ah,” Adam huffed and his smile waddled off his face as he inched out of Krysten. The blonde fell prostrate to the tent floor. Adam rose up to look Jen in her squatting silhouette. Their campsite was flush with moonlight. Adam stepped on The Hobbit and slipped and fell across Krysten’s thighs.

“Ow!” Krysten moaned. She lightly slapped his shoulder. “Didn’t you beat up my body enough fucking me?”

“I’m sorry--” Adam panted through the afterglow. “Talk.”

“What?” Jen said.

“Its cold out put on a sweater, Krysten.” Adam said and slunk out into the glade. His pants were around his ankles. He worked his boxers around his damp dick and buttoned his fly over them.

“Just you?” He asked. Samira and Maura were off to the living room. Adam still believed Nut was sleeping on the cot. The alien slept cuddled with a girl. Nut didn’t sleep when Adam was around. That was why he hadn’t been out here overnight in the eight weeks they had been camping.

“Just me.” Jen lied. “You OK?”

“We can’t do this.” Adam waved. He walked over to the cooler. He opened up one looking for a drink. The first cooler was just bags of ice, pickles, and peanut butter. “You girls need to learn how to eat.”

He pulled cokes out for Jen and himself. He had to get off his cooler bench to get one for Krysten when she joined them.

“This isn’t working.” He said. “It’s going to get even colder. What do we do when there’s frost?”

“This is the gear your dad camps in when he’s out in the snow hunting elk.” Jen said. “It should be fine.”

“You’re already catching colds or stomach bugs or whatever.” He said. “I’m amazed I haven’t caught the bug myself from all of the sex we’ve been having.”

“Yeah, hate you and your incredible immune system.” Krysten gurgled. She did look a little green, even in moonlight. She headed down to the river to wash her face.

“And your dad might want this stuff in November.” Jen understood. “Alright, we need a plan.”

“If it was just the night, my room would be good enough.” Adam reached out his arms for Krysten as she walked back up. He pulled her down onto his lap. She was heavier that she had been the first time he had her on top of him. He kept that to himself. “How are things with you and Samira?”

“Great!” Krysten kissed Adam. “I know she’s a fake girlfriend, but she’s totally my type. Listens, cuddles, can’t beat me at video games. Plus, when we fuck you’re there. I like fucking you and she does too.”

“Listen, Adam.” Jen smiled. “I’ll work something out if you can hold out for another week. OK?”

“Why do we need to hold out?” Adam asked. “Maura and I could watch him at our place.”

“And what are you going to do when you’re at school?” Jen asked.

“It’s not like it’s any better here. Having three of you skip a class from school or college everyday’s going to risk grades and graduation.”

“Yeah, but there’s somewhere to go to.” Jen shook her head. “We can’t just let him hang out at the mall.”

“What about the old building?” Krysten asked. “That’s right on campus.”

“People still go in there for smokes.” Adam pointed out. “We’ve never had someone smoking around Nut before. He might not be able to take it.”

“Fuck.” Krysten said.

“You good?” Jen asked. “Feeling better?”

“I am.” Adam took a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“Oh, I’m not thanked yet.” Jen grinned as her top came off. She kicked her sister off of Adam’s lap.

Parker stepped into command. The door perpetually had held the do not disturb placard since they had rented it. Barrow had been sleeping in her room. He had stuck to the other bed. Parker pulled the pin from her hair and let it fall around her shoulders. She looked at the corkboard and ripped the face of the high school coach from the board. Nine men and boys remained. Only Adam Towers had a direct link to Emmy Zucker. She tapped her lip.

“Not the volleyball coach?” He asked.

“Yeah, kidney stones. Why he’s been missing work.” She said. “You handle Dr Ramamuthy’s receptionist and nurse yet?”

“No,” He shook his head. “She’s happily married. Your approach didn’t work.”

“She’s not attractive. You are. You’re also a man of mystery that’ll be out of her life before she can be disappointed in herself.” Parker scowled. “You couldn’t seduce her?”

“Maybe she’s gay?” He shrugged. “I got a vibe.”

“Goddammit, is there anyone in this town I’m not going to fuck?” She huffed. “Seriously. He’s the last GP in town. We don’t have a tag on his systems. We need to know when those girls show up pregnant.”

“Yeah but--”

“They’ll hide it as long as they can, but they’re pushing ten weeks now.”

“If our data was right and it was an actual landing.” He said.

“And if it wasn’t, knowing there isn’t a clutch of young pregnant women would help.” She sighed.

“There’s one thing I did find out.” He handed over a red file folder. She flipped it open and it was a printout of a spreadsheet tracking all of the Braxian brood clutches back to 1957. “Here, here, and here.”

“Your twins question.” she nodded. “Ruled out.”

“And here.” He flipped to page three and pointed to 1974.

“Wait.” She flipped back and then ahead again. “So it is the number of embryos, not the mothers.” She flipped back and lowered the folder again. She was smiling when she blasphemed. “Jesus.”

“Yeah, so it’s at least six girls. Minus one for each set of fraternal twins.” He pointed out.

“That could save the Nn-Nut...” She considered. “If there’s only five girls...” She looked at her board. Each of the men had red tape running to smaller pictures of at least three women. The supermarkert clerk had tape running to four girls: Emmy, a little redhead, and the lesbian couple of Samira Ramamurthy and Krysten Goldsworth. “There might be another or two but if he’s not drained through six points of contact to feed the Braxian...”

“Feed?” Barrow raised his eyebrow. “What do you mean?””

“During sex, he psychically feeds off the mothers. They get the itch, a psychic phenomenon that motivates them to find the matching mate, and not even knowing it they drain the boy. It reinforces the system that keeps their wombs from rejecting the alien material.” Parker tapped her toes. “Seduce that fucking nurse and hack the clinic’s computer system.”

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“To the supermarket.”

“Price of rent.” Maura was eating at Mrs Towers breakfast table like she did five mornings a week. Adam’s mother slapped the pregnancy test down next to Maura’s waffles.

“What?” Maura raised her eyes.

“You’re here all the time. You’ve got your own shampoo in the shower. Your own toothbrush by the sink. Yet, you don’t have pads or tampons in the bathroom and you haven’t been taking mine. I’ve done your laundry.” She poked the redhead girl for leaving her that chore. “You’re not free bleeding like a feminist psycho.”

“Uh...” Maura’s wide eyes and frog lipped conveyed her shock better than any quips could manage. “Thanks?”