Chapter 8

Samira thrashed in her bed. She was on fire. Her mind itched and she couldn’t scratch it herself. Since she and Krysten had smuggled Nut out of the old building her pussy had been sore. She had been fucked hard by Nut on dozens of occasions but there was something frustrated and angry driving the alien today. She padded across the room and looked out her window at Adam’s house again.

“Are you alright?” Her father’s voice asked. “You’ve been up and around all night?”

“Can’t sleep.” She complained. She froze as her dad opened the door. She was so horny and eager she had feared she might feel something gross, gross, gross! She let out a big sigh of relief when her father felt as sterile as all of the other men and boys she had seen all day. She needed Adam.

“Come here.” Her dad walked over and sat on the edge of her bed. She inched over and sat down. He touched her forehead, felt the sides of her throat, ran a hand over her belly. “Your mother thinks you are getting fat. You do feel softer but I think you look more mature. Is it mental? Have you and your girlfriend been fighting?”

“We didn’t leave on the best terms today.” Samira evaded the important truth.

“Sleeping on it will help.” He kissed her and hugged her. “Try and get some sleep.”

“Good night.” She forced the smile but she was antsy. Her thighs rubbed together. Her father noticed and looked away.

“We’ll try not to listen anymore, good night.” He turned out the light and closed the door. Samira slapped her palms on the bed. She rushed over to the window again. Finally! Adam’s parents’ lights were out. She grabbed her window. She eased it up. Taking out the screen wasn’t hard. She didn’t think about getting back in as she slapped her palms down on the sill and jumped, kicking her feet through the open window and dropping to the back yard.

Jen’s mother kissed her elder daughter on the forehead. She held the blonde’s shoulders. Her father opened the master bedroom door.

“Again! I’m so itchy! I need Adam!” Jen shook and shivered. Nut hopped up and down on the king sized bed. Krysten, naked, reddened, and panting, staggered out to the door frame.

“He wants Maura. He wants Samira. He wants Emmy.” Krysten fell into her father’s arms.

“Watch Jen, sweetheart.” Mrs Goldsworth told her husband. “I’ll see to our daughter.”

“There’s still a sixth name to fill.” The father said.

“We’ve called your sisters and mine. They are trying to take their daughters out of university as we speak.” The mother led Krysten to the daughter’s room. “But Adam has access to an entire high school of the next Braxian mothers.”

“And the Blackbags are sniffing ever closer.” The father nodded. “We’ll be prepared once Adam is done.”

“And you may be the next Braxian father.” The mother blew a kiss. “Watch Jen. I doubt our youngest girl’s mind will survive the loss of her loved one.”

“I hope that Henson’s whore daughter is not as invested in the boy as our girl is,” The father nodded. “I’d hate to lose that piece along with Adam.”

“Adam!” Krysten said. Her eyes were half glazed. Her cheeks, her breasts, and her thighs were near incandescent with shimmering overabundance of Nut’s cum. Her mind flickered amid the itch. It was finally time to question her.

“Yes, Adam.” Krysten’s mother set the daughter to sit on the foot of the bed. “He’s got you pregnant. You’ve had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. You even made friends with that distasteful Henson girl to get closer to him.”

“Maura ... I love Maura ... I love Adam...” Krysten whined.

“Phooey,” The mother said as if it was the blackest of swear words. “We’ve told you about aliens. We’ve told you and you didn’t come right to us.”

“Couldn’t!” She blew out her lip the way Nut did when he was frustrated. “Couldn’t! He wants to meet us in the quiet. He doesn’t want ... He wants us. Just us.”

“And one more.” The mother yanked her fingers back when Krysten’s face turned. She nearly had the spoor on her fingers. The last thing she needed was to itch for the next man she lay with. She and her husband had a marriage of ambition and convenience. She wanted to be gleeful that both of her daughters were thralled to the Nn-Nut. “Where is the sixth?”

“Emmy is sixth.” Krysten moaned. “I need Adam! I need to stop the itching!”

“I’ll throw you in his bed myself once we have the names! Who is fifth!”

“Samira!” Krysten panted. The mother jumped back as Krysten limped forward. Her thin shoulders shaking. The mother ground her teeth.

“You had the Braxian. You brought him to Adam. You--”

“I didn’t know! He was not like you said!” She huffed and puffed. “You never said he was an alien. You said Angels and--”

“Starchildren.” The mother said the religious word like it was a slap in her own face. “And you took him to Adam. You thought of yourself before--”

“Adam brang him to me!” Krysten pleaded. “Me and Maura.”

“Adam found him?” The mother said. “Convenient. You sent that boy in after you saw the light.”

“Emmy hit him with her car.” Krysten said. “He fell in the brook.”

“You had the Braxian. You could’ve given him to the Nn-Nut of your choice. Did you not listen to your father’s sermons? Did you think you could be so selfish!” The shrill voice was as apoplectic as the mother could manage.

“Nn-Nut!” Jen stood naked in her little sister’s bedroom doorway. She held the alien warmly. His phallus was retreated. He held the elder blonde sister by the throat and hair. “Braxporg.”

“We didn’t have a choice.” Jen added to Nut’s vitriol at the girls’ mother. “She needs Adam or she’ll lose her baby.”

“I’ll start the car. Get her dressed enough to drive.” The father said. “We can’t change this. We’ll be ready for his second batch.”

“Braxdirth.” Nut swore. He blew out his lip frustratedly. The mother turned on Krysten.

“Jen was first. Maura was second. You were third. Krysten, you were third. Who was fourth?”

“I am.” Krysten raised her eyes and touched her stomach. “I am fourth.”

“There was someone else here on the night of the crash?” The mother said. She looked to Jen who was maneuvering around the alien in her grasp to pull an outfit out of Krysten’s dresser. Shrugging, she stole some of her sister’s clothes for herself. It was quicker than going back to her room.

“I had him first. Maura and Krysten in the bathroom.” Jen said. She blinked. “Maura was third.”

“Then, there was someone else? Before Adam got to our house?” The mother drummed her fingernails on her upper arms. “Emmy was sixth? She wasn’t there right after the accident. Who was first?”

“Jen was.” Krysten answered. “Then Maura, then Maura, then me, then Samira, then Emmy.”

“Oh, that self indulgent thieving little redheaded tramp!” The mother threw the t-shirt Jen had taken out for Krysten. “Get dressed and we’ll bring you to Adam for your itch.”

“Yes, mom.” Krysten warbled.

“And you put Nut in my bedroom.” The mother said. “The least we must do is keep the Braxian safe.”

Barrow and Parker were a mismatched pair. He wore a dark turtleneck sweater under a black tactical vest. His dark cargo pants were loaded into the tops of his army boots. His ski mask was bunched above his face, the suppressed pistol in his hands was more important to protect his identity. She wore a sparkly red dress. Low cut showing off her tanned cleavage. She wore makeup, hold up nylons, and her pistol was in the leather clutch on her bare left shoulder and held in her armpit. She wasn’t fully decked out, her hair was nice but not paid for. She wore flats. She stepped into each room first.

The whole building was unheated and unpowered. None of the windows were broken. She was imagining the breeze between her thighs and against her accessible pussy. She held a small flashlight, it only shone red light to keep her night vision.

“Clear.” She said in the final second story classroom. “Back two and across the hall.”

“You sure?” Barrow asked. He slipped a white flashlight out of a pouch on his vest. “The light will be visible from the street.”

“Just get the sampling gear and hand me a pair of latex gloves.”

“Uh, I only brought large.” He waved his gloved hands.

“Then I’m not needed.” Parker touched his elbow and smiled. “We don’t need bodies. Remember, kids would run if they thought nosy adults or cops came looking. Try not to get seen and try not to shoot the people who see you.”

“You’re going?”

“If I can’t help here. I’m not going to waste a night.” She shrugged. “Besides, you failed again with Ramamurthy’s practice. I think the doc’s daughters on deck. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yeah,” Barrow said. He holstered his gun, bit down on the back of the flashlight as he snapped open a test tube and pulled the swab out. There was alien cum to hunt for.

Maura and Adam each held one of Samira’s hands and pulled. She ran up to the high first floor window and inch wormed in. She was panting sweaty and grabbed Adam for a hard and sloppy kiss as soon as her toes touched the floor.

“Plee-ease...” Samira murmured into Adam’s lips. Maura slipped up against the brown girl and inched her down to her knees. Adam watched Maura but pushed down the boxers he was wearing as pajamas. “Oh holy holy...”

Samira’s lips hit Adam’s cock with power. Adam felt like he was struck by lightning. His cock, used hard already by Maura, rocketed up under Samira’s nose. Samira started licking. Maura put her finger over her lips and knelt down, straddling Samira’s left ankle.

“Let me get your hair out of your face,” Maura whispered sweetly. She leaned back and grabbed an elastic from the nightstand. Samira noisily sucked a few more strands up Adam’s cock and into her mouth.

“Maura?” Adam asked. He held Samira by her shoulders. He had to bend forward over the Indian girl. He moaned and shuddered as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.

“You haven’t worn these earrings before, have you?” Maura asked as she swept another clump of spit sticky black hair down her fingers. She fingered Samira’s golden hoops.

If Samira answered, only Adam’s cock heard the words. Maura’s elastic snapped. She had stuck the tail back up into the elastic. It bobbed wildly with Samira’s ecstatic sucking.

“We’ll get her shirt once you’ve cum in her mouth.” Maura smiled up at Adam. He smiled down at her. She grabbed Samira by the ass and lifted her hips to slide the bottoms off. They awkwardly wobbled getting the clothes beyond her knees so Maura could pull them off.

“Oh God!” Adam moaned. “You give great head Samira! Suck it! I’m going to cum!”

Maura rushed around and up to her feet. She flicked Adam’s ear.

“Nothing but each other’s names out loud.” She whispered and kissed his cheek. “You know your mom.”

“Don’t mention Mom when my dick’s in ... Oh-oh!” He set his jaw and staggered. Samira had grabbed his balls. He waggled.

“Arms up.” Maura was pulling up Adam’s shirt. He obeyed and was naked. Maura hugged him from behind and kissed his shoulders. “Pull out and give her a facial. Please?”

“I--” Adam didn’t really seem to have much choice in the matter. Maura reached down, circled her fingers on the base of Adam’s cock and thrust Samira’s forehead backwards. Samira moaned and Maura reached her other hand around to flick Samira’s nose. She gasped. Adam groaned. His cum flew over Maura’s wrist and the left side of Samira’s cheek and nose. “Holy shit.”