Stranded

(c) 2023, by P.D. Vile
Story tags: Mgb, cons, magic, contest

NOTE: This story was originally written for the First ATF Story Writing Contest, where the mandatory theme for the contest was "Magical Children".

Prologue: You feel it too

“You feel it too”.
It was not a question. It was a statement.
“Yes, I feel it too. Our energy is low. We cannot return.”
“We are stuck here.”

There was no emotion in their communication. They signaled emotion on a different level. Both were panicking, horrified at the thought that they might never return home.

“We need to prepare ourselves to stay safe in this world.”
“Yes. We still have enough energy to prepare.”
“I will absorb as much knowledge as I can.”
“I will search for a safe place to stay.”
“That is important. Many on this world are hostile.”
“We need the right form. And the right creature. One to protects us.”

Their emotions were still raging. But that did not stop them from focusing on the tasks at hand.

“I think I have all the knowledge we will need. I will share.”
“And I will share how and where we find protection. We still have energy to get there.”

Their minds connected. They transferred information, and then they moved to their chosen location, using the last of their energy to transform into the right shape.

Chapter 1: Home sweet home

“Help us.”

Ken woke up with a start. As so often, he had fallen asleep on the couch while watching television. The Price is Right was blaring through the room, but that was not what had awoken him. It was something else. Something he should not have heard. And yet he had heard it, and startled him wide awake.

He looked around. The curtains were shut, the doors were closed. He knew the windows were closed too. There was nobody but him inside. And there was no way he should have heard anything from outside. And yet he had heard it. Very clearly, even though the sound had been weak. It was the voice of a child. A child in need.

“I must’ve been dreaming,” he mumbled to himself. “It’s past midnight. There’s nobody here in this godforsaken place. Least of all any kids, and least of all at this time of day. Yeah, I must’ve been dreaming.”

And yet … yet, he still heard the echo of that voice in his head. It felt real, way too real. He decided to at least look outside. However unlikely, what if there really was a child in need? He had to make sure. He did not think beyond that. He didn’t know what kind of help he could offer. But he could not just sit here, not with the echo of that feeble child’s voice still in his head.

Ken got up from his couch, grabbed his keys, unlocked the door and opened it. And then he sighed and cursed under his breath, as he saw nothing. Nobody. Just his tacky ‘Home sweet home’ doormat, covered in the tracks his own muddy boots had left there earlier today.

And then, just as he was about to close the door and return to his room, he heard it again. That same child’s voice, but weaker than before.

“Help us, please.”

He instantly stopped all movement. He tilted his head in all directions, to try to locate where the sound had come from. But he couldn’t. Something was off. There was something weird about this sound. Even weirder than the fact he heard it at all, well past midnight, fifteen miles from any other house.

And then he realized what it was.
“Dang that sound was not out there. It was inside of me. In my head.”

He chuckled. So had had been imagining it after all. No wonder. Living isolated tends to do weird things with people. Ken had often heard about it, often been warned, but always brushed it off. That happened to others, not to him.
“Guess being alone finally got to me.”
And yet, something still felt weird. It still felt too realistic. As unreal as it was, it did feel real.

Ken decided to stop worrying how it would look to the outside world. There was nobody around to see him, so why bother? He decided to take a look, just to put his mind at ease. He slipped on his boots and stepped outside, on the doormat, and then on the muddy grass. Using the weak remaining light in his flashlight, that he had once more forgotten to charge, he slowly walked around his little house.

And then he saw it. Underneath the window to his room. There, on the muddy grass, was a body. No, two bodies! Small bodies, clearly children, lying in a messy heap on the ground. And from what he could see in the little light his flashlight spent, they appeared to be nude. And either fast asleep, or passed out.

“Damn!” Ken muttered under his breath, “damn, damn, damn!”
He lived here, away from everything and everyone, for just one reason. To not see children. To avoid temptation. Here he would be safe, safe from the devil inside. Or so he thought, until today.

He couldn’t simply leave these two children here, out in the open, in the cold autumn night. He couldn’t flee and find another place to stay. These children needed help, and there was no one here but him. If he didn’t help them, they would … heck, he had no idea what would happen.

“There’s just no way I can leave these two out here. I have to help them.”
He knelt besides the two sprawled out bodies. He noticed their arms were around each other, as in an embrace, but there was no power in those arms, so when he gently scooped up one of the bodies, the arm of the other child slipped off and fell in the mud.

The child weighed far less than he had expected. Holding his flashlight clenched between his teeth, he carried the unconscious body around his modest house and inside. Then he stopped. He had no idea what to do next. He realized that, while he had been debating whether to help at all, he had completely overlooked that he had no idea how he could even help.

But then the slow and shallow breathing of the helpless little body in his arms reminded him that sleep is often a good cure. Sleep – not outside in the chilly mud, but in a warm bed. He carried the child to his bedroom, and laid it gently on his bed. Laid her gently on the bed. In the light of his house, he now clearly saw that she was a girl. He quickly drew the sheets over her slender body.

He went back outside to pick up the other child. His bed was designed for one adult, but these children were small enough that they could both fit in it. He put the second child next to the girl. A small dick, completely hairless and immensely cute, betrayed this one to be a boy. Ken tried to look away. But he had put the boy on top of the sheet, and there was not enough cloth left to cover the boy. He had to look, as he lifted the boy a bit, carefully removed the sheet from under his body, then laid him back and covered him up.

He stood up and looked over his shoulder as he left his bedroom. Those two little heads, side by side, sound asleep – if it was sleep. The gentle heaving and falling of the sheet, caused by their breathing. It seemed so peaceful now. Yet he knew something had to be very wrong for them to even be here.

“Better let them sleep now. Looks like they need it. We’ll see about their problem tomorrow. Oh dear, I hope I won’t turn out to be their even bigger problem.”

He dimmed the lights, left the door slightly ajar, and returned to what he called his living room, where he quickly shut off the still blaring television and binned his half-finished beer. He stood silent for a while, deep in thought. Then he opened the pantry to check his supplies.

Chapter 2: This one likes young humans

Ken cooked a large pot of chicken soup. And then he realized that he had no idea whether the children were vegetarians, so he cooked a vegetable soup too. But would just soup be enough? And so, he went back into his pantry, found the right ingredients, and baked a giant loaf of bread. And then, as he was getting ready to scramble two cartons of eggs, he stopped himself.

“Stop that, you fool. You already have enough food to feed an orphanage. And nobody likes old scrambled eggs. I’ll bake them some when they wake up.”

But even after he laid down on the couch and tried to relax, he did not sleep much. Every hour or so, he would get up, tiptoe towards his bedroom, peep his head around the corner, see the two small bodies still in the exact same position, see the two little innocent faces still deep in sleep, and then return to his couch.

Eventually, morning came. He got up, stretched his tired limbs, looked in on the still sleeping children, and then brewed a pot of coffee. He grabbed a cigarette, then realized he should not smoke inside while those children were here. So he took his first coffee and his cigarette to the porch, sipping the hot liquid and smoking the bad but oh so good poison, while watching the sun rise above the mountains.

He went back in for a refill, and decided to check on the children again. He immediately noticed that their positions had changed. And when he stood on the threshold, he noticed how the boy’s eyes fluttered, and then opened.

The boy stared at him. Intently. It was a deep prying look, coming from the bluest eyes Ken had ever seen. Shortly after, the girl’s eyes opened too, and then she inspected him just as intense as the boy was.

The silence was awkward. Ken didn’t know what to say. But the children didn’t say anything either, so in the end Ken broke the uncomfortable silence.

“Well, good morning then.”
“Good … morning.”

The words came slowly, as if the boy had trouble speaking. The girl said nothing, but she did show a slight smile on her face, and in her eyes. Ken felt his heart melting even more than it already had.

Millions of questions were raging through Ken’s mind. Who were these children? Why were they here, and why stark naked? Heck, how had they even gotten here, in the middle of the night? Had they indeed cried for help? And if so, why had the voice been only in his head?

But those questions would have to wait. Other things were more pressing.
“Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?”
“Hungry?” the boy repeated slowly, as if he heard the word for the first time in his life, “Eat?”
“Yes, eat. Eat food,” Ken said, while making the motion of putting things in his mouth, after suddenly starting to wonder whether theses children spoke English at all, “new energy for the tired body!”
“Ah, energy!” the boy exclaimed enthusiastically, “Yes, energy is … good. Food is good. We want to eat.”
“Eat,” the girl then also mouthed, slowly, deliberately.

“Stay here for now,” Ken said, as he turned to leave the room, “remain in bed, relax. I’ll warm you some soup. Are you vegetarians?”
He waited for their reply, but they both looked completely baffled. He saw them exchange glances, then look back at him, their innocent eyes four large question marks.
Ken shrugged.
“Guess not then.”

He heated the soup and then realized it would not be safe to have the children eat the soup in bed, from a bowl that would burn their hands. So he laid the table, put three bowls on it, dusted off his two spare chairs, and then returned to the bedroom. The children were still on the bed, now facing each other, watching each other’s face in silence.

They didn’t seem to notice his entrance, so Ken cleared his throat. They immediately looked up, and smiled. He now noticed that the boy’s face lit up just as much as the girl’s when she had smiled before.
“Food?” the girl asked.
Her voice sounded more stable now. And very nice. Angelic, almost. Ken had to fight down that thought. He could not, should not allow himself to think that way.

“Yes, food. In the living room, at the table. Safer than here in the bed.”
“What?” the girl asked, with a confused look on her face.
Ken suppressed a curse. Clearly the children did indeed not speak English. Were they foreigners?

But then the boy surprised him.
“He wants us to come to another room. And sit at a table. We can eat our food there. That is safer. I don’t know why.”
“Because the soup is hot and you’ll burn when you spill,” Ken automatically replied. But his mind was reeling. Was this the same boy that had been struggling for the words ‘good’ and ‘morning’ just ten minutes ago?
“Ah, I understand,” the boy nodded, “thanks.”

And then the girl threw back the sheet that covered her body, and then got up. It happened so fast that Ken could not look away in time. And then he didn’t want to look away anymore.

She was gorgeous. Slightly over 4 feet tall, her body was slender and girlish. Her blonde hairs framed her lightly freckled face in an exquisite way. Her legs were firm and muscled, but not too much. Her skin was pale, her chest fully flat, adorned by two slightly darker circles, and in the middle of each a small, pointy nipple. Below her flat abdomen, her mound was smooth and fully hairless. And below that, so simple and yet so incredibly arousing, was a small, vertical dark line.

Ken stared for what felt like ages, although it probably was less than a second in reality. But then he realized how wrong this was.
“Stop! Get back under the cover! I need to find you some clothes first!”
“Clothes?” the girl asked, her face confused once more. But at least she did get back under the sheet.
“Clothes,” the boy affirmed before Ken could answer, “like what he has. Fabric that covers the body.”
“Yes, indeed. I should not see you!”
“Not?”
The girl looked devastated.
“Did we make a mistake? Does my body not look good?”
And with that she once more threw off the sheets and stood up, in front of Ken, exposing her whole body to his feasting eyes.

“No! Yes! I mean … Damn, of course your body looks good,” Ken blurted
And then the boy got out of bed too. Ken’s eyes were immediately drawn to his smooth, hairless, and small, flaccid dicklet. His abdomen were well formed, he clearly liked to play sports with his friends when not in school. And his skin looked just as soft as that of the girl.
He said nothing but stood there, clearly exposing himself, wanting to be judged.
“Yes, and you look great too! You are prefect, you are both perfect! But I should not see you like that. You are only children.”

The children looked surprised. Then the boy looked at the girl, an accusing look on his face.
“You said this one likes young humans!”
“Yes, I did. I sensed that he … I know he likes this”
She gestured at her nubile body with those words, then at his.
“I do,” Ken admitted, “I do like …”

But then he interrupted himself.
“Huh? What? How did you know?”
“I … sensed?” the girl said, clearly struggling to find the right word.
The boy added, as if it explained everything:
“She searched for someone who would protect us. She felt that you would protect us when we look like this.”

Ken’s brain tried to parse this. He understood each word the boy said, but strung together, they failed to make sense. He already opened his mouth to ask a question, when he heard a grumbling sound that seemed to originate from the girl’s stomach.
“Food!” he quickly said, and the boy agreed:
“Food. Eat now. We explain later.”

Chapter 3: You would call it magic

Ken rummaged in his closet and took out two of his own shirts. They would be way too big for the children, but they would at least cover everything.
“Here, wear these.”
The boy looked questioningly, then shrugged and put on the shirt. The girl looked at him, then slowly copied his every move. Ken noticed she had her shirt on backwards, but he decided not to say anything. He was just relieved that her delicious flat chest and that perfectly smooth spot between her legs was no longer staring him in the eye.

Things got a bit awkward when he served the children a bowl of soup each. It was as if they had never held a spoon before, and once he had showed them, both burned their mouth. But once Ken had shown them how to blow on the spoon to cool the soup, they ate as if they were starved. Well, he figured, they probably were.

After three bowls of soup and two loafs of bread each, the children were full. He poured them large glasses of water, poured himself another coffee, and then they sat down to talk.

“So, let’s start with names. I’m Ken. Who are you?”
“Who we are? We are we.”
“Of course. But what are you called? What are your names?”

The question seemed to confuse the girl. She looked at the boy, their eyes locked, and they seemed to be in silent communication for a while. Then the boy spoke.
“We don’t really have names. Not like you have here.”
“What? No names? Then what do you call each other?”
“We just … communicate. We target the others, so they receive.”
“But I understand that you need names here. Hmm. A good name for my identity would be Jozhuwerrytiaminotimus.”
“Oh, like that? Then I am … Clerrisciouslomiroph.”
“What?”
Ken shook his head in disbelief.
“Okay, that’s way too long. Mind if I call you Josh and Clairy?”
“Sure. If that works better for you.”

The room fell silent. Ken wanted to ask questions, but didn’t know which to ask first, nor how to phrase them. Clairy finally broke the silence.
“You are too full of questions. Sit back. Let us explain.”
“You might not believe us at first,” Josh added, “I hope you will believe us when we are done.”

“We are not from here. Not from this world. We travel from world to world. We stay invisible, untouchable. And we watch. Watch the beings on each world. Learn from what we see.”
“And then we return to our world. Where we deposit our knowledge, to share it with others like us. And to recharge. Energy. Like food, but different. Energy that gives us the power to travel. Energy that gives us the power to be invisible and untouchable.”
“Travel?” Ken interrupted, “Invisible? Untouchable?”
“Yes.”

They paused to think, then Josh explained:
“You would call it magic. For us, it is normal. When we want something, we think it and it happens.”
“Like this,” Clairy added.
She looked intently at the table. Seemed to focus the spoon in the empty soup bowl. A pearl of sweat appeared on her forehead. And then Ken saw how the spoon went up, all by itself. It raised a few inches, then fell back with a clattering sound, as Clairy seemed to collapse in her chair. Ken and Josh simultaneously extended their arms to support her powerless body.

“Did she … did she do that? With the power of her mind?”
“Yes. But she had not enough energy. Just lifting a small spoon a bit drained her.”
“Then why did she …”
“Would you have believed us without seeing that?”
Ken thought a bit, then responded truthfully: “Not a word.”
“And do you believe us now?”
“It still sounds weird. But I cannot deny what I saw with my own eyes.”
“Good,” Clairy weakly mumbled, as she opened her eyes, “I hope that you will then also believe the rest.”

She reached for her soup bowl, which I quickly refilled. As she ate, Josh continued.
“So, Clairy and I were visiting your place. Earth. But we made a mistake. We stayed too long. We ran out of energy. And now we cannot return home. We have to stay here. And we can not remain invisible and untouchable.”
“But if you are from … somewhere else? Another planet? Then why do you look like us? Like humans? Like children, even? Are you children?”
“One question at a time. Yes, we are from somewhere else. Far away.”
Josh pointed at the ceiling, obviously meaning the stars in the sky.
“We do not look like you. We have no form.”
“Like shape shifters?”
Josh shook his head no.
“Not shape shifters. More like … sorry, need to find the word … gaseous?”
“Gaseous?”
“Ethereal!”
“Ethe… Doesn’t that mean that you have no fixed shape? But I see you here. Are you deceiving my eyes, somehow?”
“No. We used our last remaining energy to be safe in this world. So we had to assume a form of the predominant species.”
“Human form.”
“Yes. And we hardened that form. We now remain like this. We have no energy anymore to change back.”

Clairy finished her soup and now started to talk again.
“We divided the work. Josh absorbed knowledge. We had to know your language. Your customs. Lots of things you take for granted.”
“But how does that work? You barely talked what you woke up. Now you speak like academics.”
“Josh absorbed it. But then he had to process it. And share it with me, so that I could process it. We had little time. We were not finished when we collapsed, and you found us.”
“Yes. But how did you get here? And why here, of all places?”
“That is my fault. Josh absorbed knowledge. I tried to find a safe place. I found this place. Only one human. A human who will protect us. Hence this form.”
She gestured at her immature body.
“So you are not really children?”
“Children? Oh, little ones, you mean? No. Our species doesn’t have that concept. We exist outside of time. We can perish, but otherwise are always and have always been.”

Ken shook his head.
“Well, you did indeed make a mistake. I am not as safe as you think you are. Not for anyone, but most of all not for children. I am …”
But Josh cut him off.
“No! No, Ken! And no. Clairy. You did not make a mistake. I sense it too. This one is the right one. He will protect us.”
Ken sighed.
“I think you don’t understand. I am …”
He hesitated. Didn’t want to say out loud what he had known all his adult life, but never had wanted to admit.

“A pedophile?” Josh simply asked.
Ken looked up. Surprised.
“You know?”
Josh nodded.
“I know. You love little ones. Children. You love them so much it hurts. You love them so much that you locked yourself out here to keep them safe.”
Josh had already opened his mouth to start to object, but then snapped it shut. Surprised.
“You are … correct, I guess? I did move here to protect children. But I protect them by not being near them. You need to get away from me too. Before I will …”
He once more did not finish his sentence. He knew how badly he wanted to tear his shirts off these children, and do all kinds of unspeakable things to their bodies.
“Before you will do what, Ken? What would you do that you could not have done already, yet did not do?”
“I’m … I am … just afraid, I think? Afraid I won’t be able to hold back?”

“I do not understand. But I want to. Can you help me?”
“How?”
“By … allowing me in.”
Ken didn’t understand and wanted to say so, but then shut up as Josh grabbed his hands, then brought his head close to his. He slowly moved closer, until their foreheads touched. Ken briefly felt a chill run across his spine, then a weird feeling, as if someone scratched the surface of his brain.
“Don’t resist,” Clairy whispered, “Let him in. If you want to. He only wants to read. He will do no harm. Just relax. Or say no if you don’t want to, and he’ll stop.”
Ken tried to relax. And then he had a weird feeling. His forehead seemed to open, something seemed to enter his brain. His head felt full, ready to explode. And then it passed, and Josh sat back on his chair and released his hands.

“I now know what you are afraid of. And I also know that you will not do it. I have seen inside you, deeper than you can. I know you will not do what you call bad things. I don’t understand why these things are bad, I don’t understand them at all, but I do know that you will not do them. And that you will help us and protect us when needed.”
“Are you really sure? How can you trust me this much?”
“We were here all night. Sleeping in your bed, Totally vulnerable. And what did you do? You made soup. You checked in on us. You slept on an uncomfortable couch. All because you wanted to keep us safe. You protected us.”

Ken sat in silence for a long while. He looked at the two beautiful children. Their bodies now covered under his own shirt, way too large for them. And yet he still knew exactly how they looked under that fabric. He did not even need to close his eyes and focus to see before his inner eye every inch of those gorgeous bodies. Josh’ subtle abs, his lightly tanned skin, that glorious small penis, hanging relaxed between his legs. Clairy’s slender forms, the flat nipples where one day her breasts would start to swell, her hairless mound and that glorious, small vagina.

He knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to kiss them all over . He wanted to suck on every square inch of those wonderful small bodies. He wanted to suckle on Josh’s small dick, make it stand up straight, make him spasm with a dry cum. He wanted to lick Clairy, taste her girly juices, finger her until her body spasmed, her back arched, and her voice could only croak for pleasure. And he wanted to fill their every hole with his pedo dick. He wanted them to suck him. He wanted to fuck Clairy’s undoubtedly tight, virginal hole. He wanted to be in Josh’s ass, and in Clairy’s. And he wanted that over and over again.

And he knew he could. He could just take what he wanted. They were no match for him, he could easily overpower them. Or he could make it a demand for his help. He knew, just knew inside his heart, that they would do whatever he demanded in exchange for a promise of safety.

And yet, he also did not want to do any of those things. Because he did not want these fantastic creations of nature to hurt in any way. No matter how much pleasure it would give him, no matter how long this had been his dream, now that it was there for him, he did not want to take it by force, nor by coercion.

“How can this be?” he wondered, “How can I want the same thing so bad and not at all at the same time?”
“That I don’t know,” Josh admitted, “not even after you allowed me to read you. That is why we overstayed. Humans are … strange. We tried to understand. We tried too long. And we still don’t understand.”

Chapter 4: Feels good!

Ken noticed that the children started to look tired. The conversation must have cost them a lot of strength, and they were clearly still recovering.
“Hey, why don’t you two go back in bed. I need to go out and do my work.”
“Yes, you work,” Josh said, “keep the forest healthy.”
Ken looked surprised.
“How do you …”
“When I read you. I’m sorry, if you don’t want me to … I can erase this knowledge.”
“No, it’s okay. I just … gotta get used to it, I guess.”

Ken grabbed his coat, then turned to the children once more.
“Whatever you do, do not leave the house. Do not open the door, for nobody. If you get hungry, there’s food in … oh well, I guess you know that too, now.”
Josh nodded.
“Yes. I know where food is. We will eat when we are hungry. We will rest. We must recover.”
And then Clairy got up from her chair, and hugged Ken tight.
“Thank you for taking care of us. Thank you for protecting us.”

All day long, Ken kept thinking of that hug. The feeling of those little arms, pressed against his back. The warmth of her supple body, pressed against his. But most of all that look of gratefulness, but also full, unconditional confidence in the eyes of that girl. Her eyes told him that she knew, without any doubt, that Ken would do all in his might to keep her and the boy safe.
Just seeing that look in her eyes had fully convinced Ken that he would, indeed, give his best effort. There was no way he could let this girl down. Nor the boy.

Not that he really knew what to do. Sure, he could keep them physically safe in his house. He could provide them with shelter and food. They would not freeze, or starve. And his well stocked medicine cabinet could probably take care of any illnesses that might befall them. If they even could get ill at all, Ken thought, realizing that they only looked like children but were actually some kind of aliens, creatures from outer space.
But what more did they need? Could he do anything to help them regain their powers? Could he help them get home?
And if not, then what? He could not keep hidden in his house forever, could he? Would they grow up, or would their bodies remain as they were now? Should he arrange some way to get them schooled? Heck, would they need schooling at all?

It was already starting to get dark when Ken got back to his house, his mind still overflowing with questions, and still devoid of any answers. And yet, despite his doubts, he felt happy and at ease when he rounded the final corner, saw his small house, secluded in between centenarian wood giants.

He yelled “I’m home!” before unlocking the door, then entered the living room. But he did not see the children there.
“Hmm, probably sleeping,” he figured. “Still. Or again. I’m sure it does them good.”
He decided not to disturb them and cook dinner first. So he went to his small kitchen … and saw to his surprise a large pan of stew on the stove, gently cooking. He lifted the lid and savored the smell. It smelled exactly the way he himself always cooked it, including his own signature flavoring.
“Huh, guess that boy really did somehow manage to get all my knowledge,” he mumbled.

Relieved of the need to cook, he decided to settle down and relax for a bit. He opened the fridge, grabbed a can of beer, then thought better of it, put it back, poured himself a glass of water instead, and dropped down on his couch.
Only to stand straight up again, as he heard a sound coming from his bedroom. A moaning sound.
“Oh no, are they …”
With that thought, he leapt for the bedroom door, yanked it open, … and froze in his tracks.

The children were all right. More than all right. They were … he blinked, slowly, because he could not believe his eyes, but he could not deny what was in front of him. They were clearly having sex.

Clairy sat on her knees, straddling Josh’s face. Ken could not see what Josh was doing exactly, but from Clairy’s moaning and panting, and the convulsions running through her body, he had to conclude that he was doing it very well. His boy cock lay between his legs, bigger than it had been when Ken had carried him inside and briefly seen him naked, but not fully erect. The reason was clear. A few ropes of fresh cum were visible on the boy’s chest, and even more boy cum was dripping out of Clairy’s mouth.

Ken was unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to do anything. He just stood there, silent, watching the perverted scene in his own bed.
Clairy noticed the sound of the door. She looked aside, smiled briefly at Ken, then closed her eyes again and arched her back, pushing the perfect nipples on her flat chest out, as she ground her hips in her young lovers’ face, clearly enjoying whatever it was he was doing to her.
Her moaning got louder, her movements got faster and more urgent. And then she tensed. She arched her back even more, opened her mouth, moaned and squirmed, as her whole body started to shake.

And then she collapsed on top of her lover. One second passed, then Josh pushed her limp body gently off of him, to the side, and got up.
“Oh, hey Ken! Did you just get home? We already cooked dinner. I bet you are hungry.”
“Uh? What? You … Yeah, right, dinner. I noticed. But … How? What?”
“Because I read you. I tried to look only at that one thing. But I had no energy, so I had to take it all.”
“Huh? What? Oh, yeah. No, no, that’s good. That’s okay. But … But what …”

Josh got up, took Ken’s rough hand in his little hand, and looked him in the eye.
“Relax, Ken. Breathe.”
Ken instantly felt at ease with the world. Felt relaxed. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled.
“Now speak.”

For some strange reason, the words that Ken could not find just seconds before now flowed with ease
“What were you two doing?”
“We were having sex.”
“Yeah, I saw that. But why?”
“We didn’t understand. Not even after I read you. So we tried.”
“Oh. And just then I walked in?”
Ken almost felt guilty.
“Oh no. We tried this morning already.”
“Oh? Then why were you now …”
“Why? Simple. Because it feels good!”

Chapter 5: Your thoughts are leaking

Ken had been having a boner that just would not go down, for hours now.
Not because of the naked children. By his request, they had once more donned one of his shirts after they had showered, while he replaced the bed sheets. They had dressed decently and behaved normal – or at least as normal as one can expect from stranded magical aliens in children’s bodies.
It were his thoughts. His thoughts, that he just could not stop.

While making the bed. While heating the stove and setting the table. While eating dinner. And even while talking to the children, answering their millions of questions about the world, ranging from “what is a fork used for” to “what is religion”, and everything in between.
All the while. All the time. His thoughts just kept circling back to what must have happened this day in his house. The two children, using the knowledge gleaned from his head to experiment with sex. To touch and caress each other. To lick each other. And to fuck? Did they also fuck? He wanted to know, yet didn’t dare to ask.
He kept seeing these two children, naked as they day they were born – heck, were they even born at all? - kept seeing them, naked, pleasuring each other, cumming time and time again. And every time those thoughts entered his brain, his dick throbbed and leaked precum.

“You are in thoughts,” Clairy noticed, when Ken, for the umpteenth time, did not respond to one of her questions.
“He thinks of sex,” Josh replied, “it fills his brain.”
It was not a question. It was a statement.
“How … how do you know? Can you read my mind without our heads touching?”
“Not normally. Only when you let me in. But now your head is so full that your thoughts are leaking. I cannot unsee.”

“We can help,” Clairy said. Again, not a question. She stated a simple fact.
“He does not want it,” Josh replied.
“Does he want this, then?”

Clairy turned towards Ken.
“Ken, I sense your thoughts too. I sense they are making you suffer. We can help. We can stop your suffering. Why not let us?”
“I never said I don’t want it,” Ken replied, “and I don’t know why Josh said I don’t. If you can help me, then please do! I hate that I have these thoughts the whole time!”
“Good!” Clairy said, and in one quick movement pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor.

“Wait? What? I asked you to …”
“He does not understand,” Josh said, addressing Clairy but interrupting Ken, “we need to talk first, then do.”
And then he turned towards Ken.
“You think of sex. Our sex,” he added, making a gesture that encompassed Clairy and himself, then widened the gesture to include Ken as well: “But also our sex. You want sex. Even more with young ones than with older ones.”
“Yes, I do,” Ken stammered, “you know that, since you read me. But it would be wrong.”
“Because you think we are young ones. We are not. Perhaps it is wrong for your young ones, but it is not wrong for us. When we tried it today, it was right, very very right.”
Clairy nodded vigorously.
“For us, sex is good. We know that. I think it will be good with you too.”
“And if we do it, then you can stop dreaming and thinking. You can just enjoy. And then later, after sex, you can focus. We still want to learn.”

Josh’s right hand briefly touched Ken’s forehead. Then he lifted his shirt and dropped it too, while Clairy started to unbutton Ken’s shirt. Ken noticed, to his surprise, that he was totally okay with it.
“Wait? Did you just … mind control me? Just now, when you touched my head?”
“No. I can read thoughts. I cannot give thoughts. But I helped clear your mind. I made your thoughts go faster. What you think now is what you would have thought later if I had not helped.”
Ken went inside his head. He inspected his thoughts, and knew the boy was right. These were his own thoughts. He had realized that these children were not really children, Not even really humans. Also realized that they clearly enjoyed the physical pleasure of sex, now that they had discovered it. That it was not hurting them in any way, and that he would not hurt by joining.

As the children undressed him, Josh unbuttoning his shirt while Clairy pushed down his jeans and grabbed the hem of his soaked briefs, Ken let his eyes wander and, for the first time, really unabashedly took in the beauty of their preteen bodies.

Both were perhaps a bit over 4 feet tall, and slender but not thin. The boy was a bit more muscular than the girl, though she, too, had some toning. Her skin looked pale, not in an unhealthy way, but the way his own skin looked after a long winter without sun. His had a slight tan. But both their skins also looked deliciously smooth and soft to the touch.

The girl had long, blonde hair, flowing naturally over her shoulders. They framed a delicate face, decorated nicely with just the right amount of speckles. Her nose was a bit flat and chubby, her lips were red, and now formed an eager smile. And her eyes … just like the boy, this girl too had insanely blue eyes, that Ken could easily drown in, were it not for the rest of her body vying for his attention. Such as her gorgeous chest. Two small, dark areola, each adorned with a little nipple, only served to accentuate her perfect flatness, her lack of any chest development. And the spot where her legs met, that incredible treasure of hers, so wonderfully hairless. That slit, seemingly just a short, black line, yet in reality so much more.

He was naked by now, and the girl tentatively laid one of her hands on his throbbing hard dick. She giggled.
“His feels different than yours.”
Her other hand took Josh’s dick, for better comparison. It was still limp, but started to grow rapidly as Clairy fondled it, while simultaneously performing the same actions on Ken’s hardness.

Josh’s eyes were also blue. His hair was brown, short on the front and sides, but flowing to just above his shoulders in the back. His face was similar to Clairy’s, but a bit more sturdy. Jaws slightly broader, a bit more rugged, yet still totally that of a boy, with no traces of man yet. His arms and legs were shapely, with the muscle of a boy that hardly ever sits still. His hairless boyhood, encouraged by Clairy’s hands, had grown and was now pointing proudly upright. It was longer than Ken had expected for a boy his age, almost four inches, but very thin and almost completely straight. The boy was not circumcised, Ken noticed, as Clairy pulled back the two foreskins she was holding in her two hands at the same time.

Ken closed his eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of a small, warm, and soft hand playing with his dick. But soon, too soon, she stopped.
“Come, let’s go to the bed, and then you can do what I did the last time,” Clairy suggested.
Ken did not know what she meant. Until he laid down on the bed and, without even a trace of hesitation, Josh grabbed his dick, leaned in, and took him in his mouth.
Ken did not mind. He had never considered himself to be gay. The idea of having sex with another adult male horrified them. But with children, it was different. Boys were, in his eyes, almost as sexy, almost as awesome, as girls. Often, so often, his fantasies revolved around sucking those cute pencil dicks. And now, this boy was sucking him off.

But he didn’t get much time to dwell on that thought. Clairy straddled him, lowered herself, and started to grind her delicate young pussy on his face. Ken immediately stuck out his tongue, to taste her wonderful sweetness. She held still, allowing him to move his tongue between her folds. He teased her clit, moved along her inner lips, gently probed her tight opening, then went back to her little knob, to give her the most pleasure he could. And while doing so, while savoring her taste and her scent, he felt Josh suck his dick deep into his young mouth, tease his glans with his tongue, suck his mouth vacuum, and move his head up and down, as if he had been practicing this for years.

He realized he had his eyes closed, for sheer pleasure. But he wanted to see. Wanted to see with his own eyes how his lifelong fear all of a sudden had turned into a wonderful dream come true. Wanted to see those two perfect little bodies. And so he opened them, and saw above him how Clairy arched her back, threw her head backwards, as an orgasm rippled through her body. Then he saw how she reached behind her, and started to massage Josh’s little dick.

Ken let his hands wander. His right hand stroked Clairy’s stomach, and her flat chest. His right hand found Josh’s back, caressed him, wandered down. Cupping his firm buttocks, he lightly drew a finger through his crack. He quickly brought his hand to Josh’s face. Luckily, the boy understood, interrupted his blowjob briefly to make Ken’s finger nice and wet. He then returned to that delicious boy ass, softly pushing a finger against his puckered hole. A boyish groan told Ken what he needed to hear: that the boy enjoyed this sensation and was ready for more. And so he pushed, gently, and felt to his amazement how Josh’s sphincter gave way, opened a bit, to allow the probing intruder entrance.

They did that for a few minutes. Ken slowly and ever deeper fucking his index finger in and out of Josh’s ass, while also massaging and squeezing Clairy’s non-existing tits, and licking her cunny. While she kept stroking Josh’s small dick, and Josh never stopped sucking Ken.

But then after one more orgasm, Clairy wanted to try something else.
“I want you inside me, Ken,” she whispered hoarsely.
“My finger, like I do Josh?”
“No, your dick!”
“Are you sure? It might hurt.”
“It hurt a bit when I did it with Josh. But then it got better. Yours is bigger but it will fit. I want to feel it.”

She positioned herself on her back on the bed, spreading her legs obscenely wide, giving Ken his best view yet of the treasures in between her folds, her inner lips, and her tight entrance, already dripping with her juices and Ken’s saliva.
Ken got in position and held the tip of his aching cock against her young pussy.
“Are you sure?” he asked one last time.
“Completely,” she reassured him.

And then he pushed in, and knew instantly that he would never be able to describe, nor forget, this wonderful feeling. Her tight grip fit like a glove, her wet warmth made him feel safe, secure, comfortable. He only had the tip in, and had to fight already to not plunge in all the way immediately. It was too good not to. Yet he knew he had to be careful.
But her face showed no distress.
“Feels … good!” she moaned, “full, stretched, but also as it should be. As if I am more complete with you in me.”

Ken slowly started to fuck his hard rod in and out of her incredibly tight tunnel. He saw that Clairy gently stroked Josh’s balls, and seeing his little stiffy twitch before him, Ken could no longer hold back. Without stopping the motion of his hips, he lowered his upper body, leaned towards Josh’s crotch, and extended his tongue.
The first touch, the tip of his tongue barely touching the tip of Josh’s boyhood, was magical, Ken felt shivers down his spine, and noticed that Josh trembled a bit as well. He stuck out his tongue more, and as Clairy used her hand to peel back Josh’s foreskin, Ken eagerly licked the little purple head, tasting a drop of precum, then opened his mouth and swallowed him whole, all the way in, until his lips touched Josh’s hairless base.

Ken felt how his pleasure kept increasing, ever more, as he fucked and sucked these delicious little preteens. Faster and faster he thrust his cock in and out of Clairy, more and more eager he sucked and licked and tongued Josh’s little fuckrod. He wanted it to last forever, but knew it would not. This was good, so good, simply way too good to be able to hold back.
And so he allowed his instincts to take over, as he pounded the little girl hard, thrust his hips forward, pushing deep inside, as he left rope after rope of his pedo seed in her nubile body. He felt how she shuddered and had another orgasm too, and then tasted a salty taste in his mouth, as Josh shot his boy sperm in Ken’s thirsty mouth.

Chapter 6: Food for energy, energy for sex

They lay together in silence. One adult, two children, combined into one crumpled mess of sweaty bodies. Exhausted from the great sex they had.

But that didn’t last long.
“Wow, that was awesome. Even better then with just the two of us.”
“Yes, indeed.”
“I have to agree, this was great indeed.”
“See? But now I understand even less why you did not want at first? If something is this good?”
“Well, it’s hard to explain. But it’s bad for children.”
“Bad for children to feel good? Should children feel bad in this world?”
“No, but …”
Ken decided that he could not explain this. So he just laid back, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the feeling of his hands roaming those wonderful soft bodies, as he felt little kisses all over his own body.

“I want more,” he heard Clairy purr.
“Me too,” Josh agreed.
And then he felt two little hands grab his spent dick.
“Sorry, kids,” he mumbled, “but I’m not young like Josh. At my age, I need more time to recover.”
“Yeah? Really?”
And as Clairy said that, she closed both her hands around his dick, he felt a sudden warmth, and then his dick started to grow again.

“My turn,” Josh pleaded, “I want to be fucked too.”
“You know it’s not the same, right? I can fuck you in your ass, but not in another way.”
“Of course I know. I have read you, remember. And even without that, I can see that I do not have a front opening.”
He chuckled.
“But I read you. I know you want this. So I want it too. Just to try. Just as Clairy and I tried this afternoon.”
“Afternoon? I thought you told me you tried this morning?”
“This morning we tried the front hole. This afternoon the backside. I wanted too, but we had nothing to do it with. Now I have you.”
With those words, Josh placed a loving kiss on Ken’s member, that instantly swelled to full size.

Clairy giggled, then got up to make place for Josh. He got on all fours, then Clairy dove down, pulled his cheeks apart, and licked his puckered hole. Ken was briefly surprised, both at the ease she displayed in licking him there, and at her eagerness. But then he realized that they were not brought up to learn that things should be considered dirty. He had had to pass a threshold even fantasizing about licking someone’s ass, but these children did not have that problem.
And he realized how much he wanted to do this now.

As if Clairy sensed it, she moved aside and made place for Ken. He instantly took her place. One last second of doubt, then he mentally kicked himself, dove in, and pushed his tongue hard against the boy’s puckered hole.
The taste … he had expected it to be bad, but vowed to continue anyway. But it was not bad. It was bitter, but not bad. And only very subtle, which should not have been a surprise, as he looked clean.

Ken licked a few times across the length of Josh’s asshole, then, once it was nice and wet, used his hands to spread his cheeks even wider, put the tip of his tongue against the tight hole, and started to push.
He met resistance at first, then felt how the boy started to push, and then felt how the tip of his tongue worked its way in that tight hole. First only a tiny bit, but once that first hurdle was taken, he could work in more. And more.
He probingly moved the tip around, as much as the tight enclosure allowed. The walls were very smooth. Despite the tightness, he could move his tongue in and out, a bit, without much trouble. He heard Josh moan contently.

Just as Ken moved a hand around Ken’s body to find his little stiffy, he felt two hands on his own ass, felt his buttocks being pried open, and then jumped for joy as Clairy licked his asshole, the way he did Josh’s.
For a long time, the air was filled with nothing but slurping, moaning, and panting, as Ken rimmed and masturbated Josh, while Clairy did the same for him, and used her other hand to massage her own clit and cunny.

But as Ken’s moaning increased, Josh suddenly broke free.
“Stop, Clairy. Don’t make him sperm yet. I want him in me. And I am now wet and slippery enough.”

Clairy went on her back below Josh. Her wet slit beneath his mouth, her head below his stiffy, that she eagerly took in. Ken got on his knees behind him. Clairy dipped two fingers in her cunt and used the wetness to lube up his cock even more, and then he got into position.
Clairy has been tight. But Josh’s boy cunt was even tighter. He did get it in, slowly, pushing deeper and deeper, but it took effort. For Ken, but also for Josh, who regularly gritted his teeth, but also kept insisting that he didn’t want to stop, that he wanted Ken all the way in.

Eventually, he did get it in all the way. And stayed there for a while, to let Josh get used to it. For Clairy, this was a great time to get more active, so she eagerly sucked Josh’s little dick, while pushing up her hips, inviting him to lick her, which he did.
Ken felt it was time to start to move. He slowly, gently, pulled back, until only his dickhead was still buried between the little boys’ little white globes. Then he closed his hands around the boys’ hips and pushed forward, slow, but with irresistible force, until he bottomed out again. Then pulled back, faster this time, and back in. He kept moving in and out, enjoying the sweet sensations of that very tight boy ass milking his cock. Slowly picking up the pace. Faster and faster.
The boy whimpered and moaned, but it was pure pleasure that Ken heard, no pain at all. So he went faster. Faster and faster. Harder, deeper, slamming his rock hard dick in and out of the boy, ramming his large hips against his small frame, panting, moaning, grunting, growling, and then he held still and shot his seed.

He collapsed, and so did the children.
“Wow, that was amazing! But did you get to cum, Clairy?”
“Not this time. But I will cum next time.”
“Next time? Perhaps tomorrow!” Ken snorted.
“No, not tomorrow. Today. Eat food. Food for energy. Energy for sex.”
Josh returned from the kitchen with three bowls of stew.
“Yes, eat food, then more sex.”

Epilogue

Two weeks had passed. Weeks filled with endless sex. Ken was completely free of all his doubts. It was clear that the two children, who were not really children, enjoyed it as least as much as he did.

Ken had just finished unloading his second load of the day in Clairy’s asshole, and then closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Josh’s little dick spasming in his ass, shooting his watery sperm in his bowels. He knew he needed rest. Not even the magical hands and mouths of these wonderful children would be able to breathe new life in his dick now.

“Food?” Clairy asked.
“Yes. Food.” Ken agreed, “But give me a few minutes. Let me catch my breath. Then I’ll make some.”
“Not needed. We already made food.”
“Already made? We were in bed the whole morning.”
“Yes, already made.”

The door creaked as it opened all by itself. Floating in the air were three plates, filled with fresh bacon, sausages, eggs, and toast.
“Food. Now eat.”

“Wait. Did you two do that?”
“Yes. We did.”
“But I thought you could not do magic anymore? I thought you were out of energy.”
“We have energy again. It recharged. Slowly, very slowly. But we used almost nothing, so it grew and grew.”
“Oh, that is wonderful news!” Ken shouted, “that means that you can return home again, soon!”

And then his face fell, as he realized what that meant.
“Damn! I will miss you two. I have really grown fond of you.”
“Miss us? Why?”
“Well … When you have the energy to go home? Surely you’ll want to return?”

“Return home? But we already are home!” Josh said, as he took Ken’s limp dick in his mouth.
“I could not imagine a better place anywhere then this,” Clairy added, grabbed Ken’s hand and guided it between her legs.

Ken just smiled. Life was good.