When Hell Freezes Over

This is an entry in the ATF Story Writing Contest 2024/II. The story is posted by the organizer. The actual author of the story will remain anonymous until at least the end of the contest.

Death Valley

The cold bites my skin, and every breath hurts like my throat is on fire. I look at the steps in the snow before me and try to fit mine into the ones my dad's feet had left. The snow drifts make my eyes hurt with tiny needles of ice.
I almost fall as I try to balance from one step to another, stretching my legs to span the bigger distance of my dad's stride. Why did he leave like this? Why not be mad at her sitting in the car next to the caravan? Make up with Mom and stay with me?
I think we are on another world — like teleported to another planet. Or, the rest of the world died. I unlock my phone with frozen fingers, but there is still no signal.
How this all happened... that was not normal. Mom says it is some sort of extreme weather because of climate change. What I saw... was not climate change. And as I think about it, my legs stiffen.

I sat in the car's front seat next to Dad, and Mom and my brother were not even paying attention. They had been acting weird since LA. My brother was leaning on her as if he was a ten-year-old and not seventeen. They didn't believe what I said. I don't know why Dad kept silent about it; he was quiet most of the time during this trip, but he must have seen what I saw.
I hate what Mom has done to him. They didn't tell me, but I know she cheated on him. They think I am stupid with their smiles... my brother included. I am sure they told him.

The footsteps in the snow have taken a sudden left turn. Maybe he has seen something? The snow here is knee-deep, and the three layers of tights I wear are soaked with icy water. I am so lucky I packed some, though; it was supposed to be warm. I only have some short skirts, which my mother insists I wear as I need to show my legs. My sneakers are not helping much with the cold. My toes are lumps of ice.
I see what he was going for; it is the path our car left behind when sliding down this mountain. It was the most terrifying thing I ever had happen to me. I thought we were going to die, fall off a cliff, or crash into some house-sized boulder. I think I was screaming all the time. And my dad constantly shouted at me that he had it all under control. The tremor in his voice didn't say so.
We ended up at the bottom of the slope. Now we are 'camping' until someone comes to rescue us, or we find some town.

I understand why he went here. The snow is thinner, as it was shoved aside by our car and the caravan, but it is harder to see his tracks. I fear that he wants to see where we came from... I so much don't want to go there. He must have seen it, too. The thing that haunts my new and fresh nightmares.

They woke me with their screaming. In this already terrifying situation, they decided to fight like before. Their promise to stop fighting was broken on the first day of this... disaster. A vacation that was supposed to 'heal' us as a family.
A vacation where they wanted to go from LA to some forest with giant trees. My brother ignored me like I was the cause of all this. Dad wanted to visit Death Valley, which looked... dead to me — boring mountains with a boring road. I told him, and then he took a dirt road on the side as if to show me there was something more than sand and rocks. After that, it all went to hell. So maybe it is me who is to blame.

The snowstorm is less intense, or I am getting used to it. My phone still says I am lost. There is no signal, no... whatever it is that knows where I am. If this is some alien world, then that thing we saw was from here. I swallow and continue following his steps. I want to find Dad.
I hate my brother. His stupid grin and lately, he is always on Mom's side, whatever they fight about.
I tried to keep it all out when they started to fight again. My blanket pulled over my head. But the caravan shook as Dad slammed the door when he left. My brother laughed, telling my mother he didn't care. He would take Dad's place, and I should get lost. It was better like that. How can that be better?

I see it in the distance, and I feel like I will shit myself. But my Dad's tracks lead toward it. I know it is far away. It looks huge. I see the top of it, a round shape that is not natural, just across the crest of the mountain. It is where the trail of the car leads to.
"Hi Evi."
I spin around to the voice and lose my balance. I fall on my ass, my wrist painfully twisted under it. "Dad!" I feel so happy. My fear leaves me as I look into his smiling face.
"You want a snack?"
I must look like a goldfish as I move my mouth — totally not understanding why he asks me this.
"Are you hungry," he repeats.
I shake my head, my eyes wide open. I take the steps toward him, my feet again sinking in the deep snow, and I wrap my arms around his waist as I push my face against his stomach. My shallow breaths finally deepen.
"No, I am not hungry. Why did you leave?" I say.
"Sorry, nothing for you to worry about. Just a fight between your mother and me."
"What about?"
"Just something stupid, you will not understand."
I see his eyes narrow, and he looks into the distance, evading my eyes.
"It's a sex thing?" I feel sorry I said it. But he grabs my shoulders and pushes me away from him. He stares into my eyes.
"I said it is not for you; maybe later, I will tell you. But not now."
"Okay," I mumble.
Fresh snowflakes cool my face.
"We should go; it is starting to snow again," he says as he looks at the dark grey sky. I see more white flakes floating toward us.
We continue our climb. My dad waits for me every now and then as I try to keep up, but my heavy feet are not helping.
"What do you remember?" His question surprises me.
"About what? The fight? You were shouting at her about not being honest. That she was a... cunt." I laugh when I tell him the word he used.
"Well, that she was. I am sorry I said that. I didn't know you were awake," he smiles, "But that is not what I wanted to ask you. What do you remember from... Death Valley to... this?"
"I know what a cunt is."
He sighs, "I am sure you do. You heard the rest?"
I nod. I don't want to say that he had called her a cheating cunt.
He throws his head backward, and I hear him exhale. His eyes are closed as he takes a deep, shaky breath.
"I will tell you. I just need to find a way to explain it to you."
I scowl at him.
"No, I know you are old enough to... learn about this. I guess there is no stopping that now. But... what did you see from our accident?"
I try to sound normal, but my voice trembles. "We were just driving there, and then this sandstorm hit us. You kept driving, and I was scared. I asked you to stop."
"I think I should have listened to you," he says softly.
"You didn't, so then... I saw this round huge thing. Bigger than a house, like my school size. And then that thing jumped at us, and I think it tried to kill us."
"You saw that too, huh? I stepped on the gas, and then... sand changed into snow, and we were sliding down that slope." He points back to where we came from, the path a straight line down the mountain.
"Yes," I say.
"And the round...thing... is that what we see there, right?" He points in front of us, half of the ring now visible but hard to see because of the snow. I see energy surging within it, like occasional lightning. Like in those plasma balls they sell in gift shops where it licks the glass.
I seriously don't want to go there. "I'm scared. Can we not go there?"
"I was already there, just not that close. I didn't want to be fried by one of those lightning bolts. And we will not go that close as I was. I don't know if... there is another of those... things. But there is something else I want you to see."
"Like what? Did you see a road? A town?"
"No, but it does look like we are not in Kansas anymore."
"We were not in Kansas," I say.
"No, Dorothy."
"Dorothy? What's up, Dad?"
"Your lack of education, I am afraid," he ruffles my hair, and I can't stop a laugh from escaping my lips.

I can't stop looking at it as we pass the huge circle thing. I don't see anything moving other than the lightning that erupts from its surface as a squid tentacle of light that touches the other side.
The snow is getting thinner as we reach the other side of the mountain, and when the gate, as my dad calls it, disappears behind us, I walk into a cold but green area. I see what my dad wants to show me.

Not Death Valley

The valley I see is beautiful. Different from what was on the other side of the mountain. But also here, just like the other side. No roads, no town. Nothing that looks like someone lives here — just some weird cube like a castle or something.
"You want to eat now? You must be tired. We can rest a bit and decide what we do next," he says.
I think he is more tired and wants an excuse as he drops his backpack with a sigh on the green grass.
"Yeah, sure," I say as I look into his eyes. I see he doesn't have my fear and takes all this like we are hiking.
"Granola bar?"
I take it from him, tear the wrapper, and bite into it. I like the taste of honey and the little nutty things. It makes things normal for me, a piece of home — like we are on one of our trips together — a place that does not frighten me.
"Are we on another planet?" I ask as we sit down on the soft green bed of plants.
"I think we are on earth; days are the same length, and the air is breathable. Just... I don't know where..."
I hadn't thought of that, and the smell of the air here was... wonderful. I could smell the little purple flowers next to me. "Why did you say she was a cheating cunt?"
I know what he called her, and the thought of my mother doing something like that hurt. They were married for almost twenty years. I think when she was pregnant with my brother, like eighteen years ago.
"Maybe it was my fault," he says.
"How can that be your fault? She is the one who did that." I can't say it. The idea of my parents having sex is crazy, but the idea of my mother doing that with someone else..."
"It's not that simple, but it doesn't matter."
"Is that why you were fighting before? Like at home? Because she was doing something with someone else? Did you kill him?" My heart beats faster with the idea that we are on the run because my dad killed someone.
My dad chuckles, "I am sorry, nothing like that. It was her decision, and I disagree with it. Just that I knew she did."
"How?" I frown.
"Can we not get into the technical details? I just knew, okay?"
'Sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"Not your problem."
I think it is my problem. I hate my dad to feel like this. I can imagine his pain. I had a crush on a boy at school, and when I saw him with some other girl, I died. At least for a few months. I think it is the same feeling.
"But then what? She stopped doing that when you found out?"
I pluck some of the moss next to me. When I put it close to my nose, it's damp and smells like earth.
"She didn't."
"Is that why we are on a vacation? So she cannot do it?"
"She didn't stop."
"You said that," I say.
"No, you don't understand."
His lips thin, "I...today I caught her with your brother."
My mouth drops open, "With... Josh?"
"Yes, with Josh!" He sighs.
My brother... Everything starts to make sense. His behavior toward my mother. He was never like this with her; just last year, it changed. And the two of them were shutting me out more and more. I heard my brother say this morning to take Dad's place and "fuck Eveline." I was no part of their future.
I also remember my mother telling my father he was killing this family and him saying he wanted to kill himself before that happened.
But the idea of my mother and brother doing that... I had seen some videos on the computer, and someone had sent me a video of a girl and a man.

"Euwy, for real?" I say.
"Yes, so now you know."
"But she had you?"
"Your mother...has many needs and some non-standard ideas. And she really goes for them."
I didn't like the idea of my parents having sex, and somehow, what he said made me feel... better. If that means they don't do much. It was a strange sensation. Like I want him for me. Like him to feel happy with me, but in a sexual way.
"You will find someone else," but I can't keep my eyes dry. I feel so sorry for him. I stand up, rush to him, and throw myself in his outstretched arms. He rocks me as I cry softly. We are alone in this crazy world, and my dad is... I don't want to lose him. "You will not kill yourself, right?"
His arms tighten around me, "No, I promise."
I shiver when his fingers rub my back.
"Sorry, didn't mean to do that. You are getting too old for that," he says.
"I like it," I mumble in his neck. My legs slide from under me, and my layers of tights lose their grip. His hands grab me, and I feel a pleasurable spike go through me when his fingers dig into my ass. I don't dare to look into his eyes. I am ashamed about this feeling, the feeling I tuck away somewhere deep. Something he can not know. I don't dare to move and hope he didn't hear me gasp.
"Your mother is really making things hard for me, dressing you like this."
"Why?"
His chest pushes me when he inhales, "It's not really important."
It is important to me, and he is the reason I do what she says.
"I am your daughter, right? Not that Josh is my dad?"
His laughter makes me slide away again, and I feel his hand grab me. The feeling returns, this nice tickle I feel deep inside my ass.
"No, not unless you are a one-year-old."
"He has been doing it with her for a year?" I hear my voice sounds strained as I clench my teeth. He is still holding me, his fingers digging deeper between my butt cheeks.
"Don't they teach you anything at school? About pregnancy?"
"I can't get pregnant yet. I don't have that thing yet."
"Fine, but if you do, it's not that a baby just pops out after you had sex."
I know what he wants to tell me, and I squeeze him. "Sorry, two years." I feel so sorry for my dad. I don't know how I can help him. "I love you, dad."
"I love you too, Eveline."
His fingers stop digging in my buttcrack. I think he realizes what he is doing. I don't dare to tell him I like it. That would be so strange. We hold each other for another minute. I love the heat he radiates.
"What shall we do?" he asks. "Get down there and see if that is a building, or return to your mother and brother."
"And watch them fuck?" I say.
My stomach contracts when I see my father's face. I feel so stupid. My mouth is always getting me into trouble. And now, I am hurting the only person I have left in my life.
He tilts his head and smiles, "Fine, cube it is."

Downhill

I follow my dad as he finds a route down the mountain. Little pieces of plant keep sticking to my stockings and on the laces of my sneakers. A flock of little black birds flies into the sky when they are scared by our approach. They move as one, a dark cloud of fluttering wings. I drop to the ground when they all decide I am a tree or something and fly in my direction. I feel the air move with the beating of their wings as they rush over me. I wait till I don't hear them anymore and see my dad smile at me.
"At least we will not starve."
The thought of eating these small birds tightens my chest. "No!" I blurt out, my voice filled with fear.
My dad's face tells me he is serious, "I am not going to let you starve, but it looks like there are plenty of things to eat. I just don't have a clue what those birds were. But everything points to this being Earth. We somehow just are far from civilization."
"Like in another country?"
"Maybe, but it is a very cold country."

This side of the mountain is a bit warmer — unlike summer, but not freezing. My shoes still feel soggy, but my tights are dry again. Nature is pretty here — not flower-pretty, although there are patches of yellows and purples. Their smell is wonderful and pretty much contrasts with my own — I haven't taken a shower for days now, and I smell myself.
"Can we swim in that lake?"
"I am sure we can, but it will be as cold. You didn't bring any spare clothes."
"No..." I would have to go in naked. I am not even wearing any underwear under my tights. That is how they were designed, Mom told me.
A pool of water nearby looks more like a marsh, and I would get out as if some monster were covered in mud.
"Don't go in there. We will find something for you to wash yourself."
I feel my face get hot — not just because he reads my mind so easily but because he must think I need it. When he looks away, I pull the neck of my shirt and sniff. I really do need a bath.
I pick some purple flowers that smell nice and make a necklace.
"What about Mom and Josh?" I ask.
"What about them?"
"How did you find out?"
"She was not keeping it a secret."
"What? She told you?"
"Yes, your mother is different in some ways."
"Why would she tell you..." I almost trip over a bunch of roots. Not a good place to twist your ankle.
"People are not the same, and that is also with their sexual... needs."
"That is about being gay and stuff?"
"And stuff, yes."
I feel my blood heat up. I want to know more. What I learned at school is not really how it is in the movies I saw. Mom just talked to me about 'playing with myself and that I should be open to things.' I want to know how he feels about what Mom and Josh were doing and how he felt about incest. A movie I have seen plays in my head and changes to a fantasy I have.
"So... if mom started two years ago, then Josh was..."
"Fifteen," he finishes my sentence.
I hop from one rock to another.
"Look, Eveline, it's pretty difficult to explain. I am... not that mad anymore."
I frown. " Will you forgive her?" I miss a jump, and my sneaker is swallowed by a puddle of mud hidden inside the plants. I shake the brown goo off my shoe, but my foot is wet.
"Can you be careful? I didn't see a hospital nearby. All I have is a Band-Aid, and I would hate to amputate your foot with the small knife I have."
"Okay." I stop jumping. The idea of losing my foot is scary enough.
My dad is silent. We are getting closer to the cube. It looks more like something that has been made and not just some rock.
"Do you know how to amputate a foot?" I ask.
"No."
I want to talk more about sex things, and I am trying to find a way to make him loosen up. Mom is much easier with that.
I bump into him. He has stopped and watches ahead of us as if in thought.
"Quiet, do you see them?"
How can I be quiet and answer? I grab his waist and look past him.
"Elephants?" I whisper as I see huge brown shapes with tusks appear from behind a ridge.
"Those are not elephants. I think they are mammoths."
"Where do mammoths live?"
"They don't, at least not for a long time. Eveline... I think we are on earth, but not in our time."
About twenty or more of them are in the herd, and they move slowly toward the lake. A cold takes hold of me, not because of the temperature but because of what my dad had said. Will I ever go back if we traveled through time?
I miss Mom. Even though she did something wrong to Dad, she was my Mom.
"I think we better hurry; if I am correct, there are also other things we don't want to meet."
"What?" I am so not fine with this.
"If we are in the ice age time... there were things that eat meat."
I push him forward. We need to hurry.
"Good idea, El; let's see if we can find some answers at that cube."

The sun is straight above our heads when we arrive at the cube. The temperature is still like winter at home. Next to it are some wooden things made of cut-off branches, like how boys build things in the woods. And I see a spot where someone made a fire. My stomach tightens; it is not what we thought it was. Maybe some Neanderthal, or whatever they were, with too much time on their hands, decided to carve a cube.
"It looks like the same material as the gate," Dad says. It doesn't make sense. If we are like in that Mammoth time, that gate thing is some serious modern technology.
He pulls at sticks stacked against the cube. A space under the huge stone was behind it.
"Here, look at this," my dad bends his head to make himself smaller and disappears in the dark. I quickly follow him, afraid to be alone where other things than mammoths are. The place smells of burned things and the scent of wet dogs. Inside, I see him stand before something that looks like a door. Crude images are drawn in red and white on the wall next to it. They look like those cave drawings in history books. People with spears are running after animals with long ears and huge legs.
"They were not very good at drawing," he says.
I look at the humans; they have huge penises, which look comical. Three-legged humans.
"Is that a normal size for this... time? That would never fit," I say, pointing at the dick of the nearest drawing.
"You want to find out?"
It's the first sexual joke I ever heard my dad tell. It makes me flush. Like he almost sees me as a woman. Like someone interested in sex.
"No, I'm not even twelve. I can't do that yet."
"Your mother would object to that."
"Yes, she would," I laugh.
He shakes his head, "No, she would not object like that. She would want you to find out."
I stare at him, my mouth open. I know she has been telling me about how to make myself cum. The shower method with a strong jet on my clit was my favorite. And my fingers in bed. She had torn my hymen with a small dildo she had then given me to 'have fun with.' My new favorite toy. It's so much better than the Barbie dolls of before. Tucked away far into my drawer at home, wrapped in pink underwear. But the thought that she would want me to have sex? Like dick sex?
My dad inhales loudly and slides the door open. Behind it is an even darker tunnel.
The torches on our phones give us enough light to find our way. Dad pushes the door behind us and closes it. I am not sure if that is smart; here, it smells even more like the wet dog than it did in the dick-painting area. It is not really a tunnel, more a hallway with dark doors that don't open for us. Every few yards, there are little stacks of stones with a stick pushed inside, holding some symbols made of twigs.
"Looks like warning signs, or this is to them a holy place."
"So they could still be here?" my voice sounds more squeaky than I want.
"You want to find out if the drawings are anatomically correct?"
I scowl and hit him with my fist, "No!"
The tunnel opens up to an area larger than the lights of our phones can reach. But we are standing in something that looks like a room filled with panels with knobs, dials, and buttons. Nothing I see looks normal. I don't see screens, but strange-looking sticks where I would expect a screen to be. The swivel chairs are made strange, like the seat is hanging backward. The buttons, knobs, and dials have strange symbols painted on them. A big layer of black dust is covering everything I see.
"Whatever was here, it's long gone," Dad says.
"The stick-dick people?"
"No, or yes, them too. No, the... people who build this. And I would expect the gate. But I think your dick people were here for a long time. Look, this black stuff, it is soot. Everything is covered in it." He wipes his finger along a desk, and a light blue sheen surfaces.
Even here, I see the stacks of stones and their twig signs. I push against one, and it falls apart. The clicking noise of the tumbling rocks echoes in the room, making me look around as my heartbeat spikes almost painfully.
"Look at this," I hear from the other side of the room. I only see the light of his phone and realize I am far away from him. I hurry toward him.
I peer through the spot of clear glass he has cleaned, his sleeve full of black soot, which he tries to brush off on his pants. Behind the thick glass, I see a portal. It's like the one outside, but I don't see the lightning. There is a yellow glow pulsing like a warning.
"It's like that gate?" I ask.
"Yes, and look at this." My dad points at something like a large console with wooden spears sticking out. "This is strange," he says, pulling them out.
"I've seen some of those," I say as I see the thing that the spears were sticking into comes into view. "Just those were not... broken."
"Where?"
I point with my light to the other side of the room, where I had seen them stacked in a corner.

My dad replaces the damaged cell, and high above us, I hear it — a rumbling sound that suddenly stops. It's the sound of air from an air conditioner, lights that flicker into existence, and clicking sounds of other things starting. The air changes quickly when fresh air pushes away the smell of dogs and savages with stick dicks.
The console thing lights up, and the sticks I didn't understand before project images in 3D.
I turn off the light of my phone, half expecting it to show some signal bar.

In the corners of the room, I see similar poles, almost my size, flickering to life. It's like a cinema screen showing the outside world in three dimensions. The herd of mammoths has almost reached the lake.
"It's like an observation post. Like those in nature?" Dad says.
"But where are they?"
"My guess is they were attacked by your friends with...
"Can you stop with that?" I shout. It's so annoying, like I want anything to do with them. I want... I feel it sting in my chest. He looks at me as if I hit him.
"I'm sorry, just trying to... deal with some feelings," he says.
"Mom feelings?"
"Yes, not your problem but mine. Please forget it."
I am still hurt, "Sure." The idea he is thinking I would be interested in that. More, that he seems fine with me doing things. But I want... him, not them. I feel like I am burning.
My dad is trying out a console. I see scribbles and pictures following it. The pictures are from this room or something similar. My dad has found a way to move a line under them. A way to select them.
"Whatever," he says, and the image of outside changes to a view of this room. The head of an alien fills the room and starts making clicking and popping noises as it speaks. It looks... friendly, even handsome in a way. Like a cat, a furry face with huge ears that move as it speaks. Sometimes, a long tongue licks its lips, more like I would expect from a lizard.
"Is that the thing from the drawing?" I ask.
"Yes, it looks like it. I guess those are the ones who the dick-stick people fought."
He chooses another one, but we can't say if it is from earlier or later.
"Look, they have children!" I say when I see two smaller cat aliens run past. They have tails like cats, but their legs are more like those of kangaroos.
"They are funny," he says as we see them play some sort of tag game. One finally catches the other and they nuzzle each other as some sort of reward for catching the other. I stare at the screen open-mouthed when one leans over a chair and spreads its legs. I see it is like me, a girl with a pussy. I didn't see any of them wearing any clothes. She looks cute, and her fur is two colors — smokey grey patterns with cream on top. I look at my dad, who also has his mouth open, his eyebrows close together in a frown.
The other child, a darker version of the girl's fur pattern, stands behind her. I see a dick. It is much like the size of my dildo after I see his one grow and harden. In a smooth motion, he pushes it inside the girl, who starts making a lot of guttural popping noises. My dad's hands shield my eyes.
"Sorry, I will turn it off," he says.
"No! Can I see what they are... "
"I think you know what they are doing."
"Yes, they are having sex. Can I watch? Like I have never seen anything!"
His hands leave my eyes, and I see how the two are having fun. It's weird, hot in a way, not like watching animals have sex, but intelligent beings doing it for fun and enjoying it. The boy fucks the girl with such speed his powerful legs ram into her like a jackhammer.
It is strange; the adult cat alien just continues its talk while, in the background, the scene of the two children continues as if it is normal.
Her sounds are more like little screams, close to that of a cat meows. Her ears folded back in her neck, just like the boy's. He suddenly freezes, pushing into her, and I hear a meow-like howl. He pulls out of her, a thick string of gooey stuff hanging in an arc between the head of his dick to the girl's pussy.
"He just came in her," I say.
"Eh... yes... " Dad stammers, "I'm here watching alien porn with my daughter."
"I know," I chuckle.
The girl walks to the video narrator and pulls on its arm. Unfazed, it continues to talk but pushes the girl between itself and the console. The girl's golden eyes widen when the narrator lunges forward, and I know he just pushes his dick inside her. As he continues to talk, he fucks her, each trust reflected in her eyes that widen and contract. Her mouth hangs open, and she pants as if out of breath. After a while, her eyes close, and I see her shudder. Her ears flutter as I see her climax.
"Her orgasm," Dad says.
"I think so..." I whisper.
The girl lets herself slide away from the adult and walks off-screen. The adult seems to shake his head like a dad would do if his child did something stupid. It is like he is saying sorry for the intrusion.
I can't stop giggling, thinking about what I just saw.
"Her dad is not happy," I say.
"Why do you think he is her dad?"
"I think they have a different idea about sex? And he is just helping her. Did you see the look on his face?" I laugh.
"No, I was more looking at her."
"Pervert, you like young girls?"
I like this talk; it's making me feel warm inside. I am happy to be with him and talk about this, and it takes my mind off my fear of what our future here could bring.
My dad stops the recording. "I think we have seen enough from our very promiscuous aliens. Would you like a snack?"
"What is promiscu..." I ask, ignoring his try to change the subject.
"Promiscuous means... they are more open to having sex with others."
"Like mom?"
"Yes, like mom. I guess she would fit right in with them."
The idea of a more open-sex thing makes me feel hot. No sneaking around if I want to play with myself, and maybe... have that feeling with someone I care for. Just having sex because it feels nice, not dirty, not forbidden. I really think it was her dad, and I look at mine and feel my stomach muscles tremble. Suppose my brother is doing things with my mother. I'm old enough to orgasm, so I am old enough to have sex.
"Would you have sex with her?" I ask.
My dad's eyes fly open, "With an alien?"
"She looks cute and young?"
"Her dad would kill me, just like I would if he..."
My shirt feels damp. I am so hot it is unbearable. I think about the cat alien and his daughter, and I think about my dad and me.
Dad stands up from the seat, and I see him exhale and wave his hand to cool his face. It's not me; it's us. It's really getting warmer here.
"I think we need to find a way to control the temperature. We are slowly cooked in here. It looks like they are used to a warmer climate, and they left the heating on."
I nod, "It's as in that place where they were keeping those snakes and lizards!"
"At least it smells better. Maybe their fur is very thin? There are cats in jungles." He eyes my legs, "Why don't you remove some layers of clothes? It will ease it a bit for you while I figure out the heating."
He takes off his jacket, and I see he is just as prepared for this cold as I am. A long-sleeved thin polo is all he is wearing, already stained with sweat. I like him how he is, with his little belly but broad shoulders. If he had the time to work out, he would look like a bodybuilder. But he is smart and mostly funny, which I like most about him. He doesn't need to be a bodybuilder for me.
I throw my jacket onto his and hook my fingers behind two layers of tights. It's hard to get them off without pulling the other one with it. I pull too hard, and I quickly check if he has seen my naked ass. But he is engrossed in the weird symbols on the consoles.
I don't think we can find a way to lower the temperature. What if it just keeps rising? I see myself like some dried mummy in a museum.
"Should we open that door to make it cooler?" I don't really want to go there. In my mind, those people with spears are already hiding in the shadows of the corridor.
"That is a good idea!" he says.

I follow my dad. The long corridor is now illuminated, a greenish color that must be something the aliens liked. Lights in recessed little panels next to each door are burning with an amber color.
The door to the outside doesn't move — it's stuck. The panel with lights here is different, and none of the buttons that we press open the door.
"We should be able to open it by removing the power source. That should also solve our problem if it would overheat us," he tells me. "But now, we are safe from the dick-stick people."
"Stick-dick," I say.
"I am sure they want to stick their dicks somewhere," he laughs.
I try to look in the other direction, but I can't hold my laughter.
"How much did your mother explain? Is it true she gave you something?"
"What?" I say. I can't believe she told him. It's like my blood has left me, and I feel dizzy.
He looks at his feet, "I'm sorry, forget I asked. Let's check the other rooms. I think we will be able to open them now."
But I can't forget, and I follow him in silence. I feel betrayed by her. But she never promised to keep it from him, and I never asked. Why would she tell him? Does he know what she did? Did she tell him...that she used it on me and told me that it feels the same as his dick? ...Did she tell him what I said to her?
"That with Josh, is she maybe just explaining it to him?" I say.
"Maybe that is how she started, but he must be pretty stupid if he still needs it after two years."
"He is pretty stupid," I laugh.
His smile warms me. I am happy I can make him feel better; it also makes me feel better.

As we stand before the dark door, his "ready" makes it scarier. Now, I think some monster could jump at us when it opens. He laughs when I take the long branch from the nearest pile of stones, the little sign of woven twigs dangling from its end as if I am waving a wizard's staff. My dad looks at me but keeps silent. I thrust the staff at the door, "Ok, ready."

Control, Lost Control

It's not with a whoosh like in those sci-fi movies; the door opens without any sound. But it's totally not how I expected. It breaks into panels that fold neatly and move to the side. It looks like a storage room, many feet deep. Shelves filled with boxes. Little pictures of weird-looking fruit, things that look like crabs but have thick legs, fish... and birds that look more like insects.
My dad opens one and smells it. "We will not starve if I survive the next hour," he says. He pushes his tongue into the goo, tells me, "Good," and takes a little of the stuff and puts it in his mouth. His eyes widen, "Oh, really good!"
I look at the contents, white stuff drifting in some juice, "How many of those granola bars do you have?" I ask.
"It tastes like chicken!"
"I don't eat chicken!" I haven't touched meat since I was... I don't even remember.
I see large canisters that look like they contain clear water. At least we will not die of thirst. If that fruit is edible, I can survive for some time until we figure out how to get back home.
"How do we get back?"
"To your mother? Or... to our 'world'?"
"Our world," I frown, "With Mom and Josh."
"I think that we will be rescued eventually. I hope that the gate is still working. Other people will find it and report it. Don't worry," he smiles at me. "Next one?"

I'm standing with my staff pointed at the door. Ready to hit any stick-dick guy on its head, the folding panels show us an empty... living room. At least it is empty of monsters and dick-stick people. The room has the same strange chairs the aliens sit on with their legs folded under them. But most of it looks like what you would expect. I see dead plants in pots. Poles like in the control room that, I guess, would be their television. A kitchen area with some weird machines. The lighting has the same greenish hue.
"They really like green," I say.
"Could be their sunlight, or perhaps they live in some green forest."
The thought of a green sun is crazy, "I never saw a green star."
Another area is in the back, and I see what has to be a bed. The area is only divided by a lattice of thin wood from the living room.
"No privacy," I hear my father mumble to himself.
On the wall, I see a large picture of a forest. I touch the strange surface. It feels rough under my fingertips, like sand glued to a surface. I gasp as it changes to something else. The picture of the family appears, with the mother included.
"It is her dad," I shout at him...
"What?"
"The girl, it was her dad doing that with her."
"How do you know?" I hear from the distance.
"There is some picture of their family!" I say.
It's strange; they are all naked. Their... parts are showing. Her dad's and brother's things are in clear sight. It looks almost as if the painting is not flat, and I touch the dad's dick. "Shit," I gasp as the painting changes to a picture of just his penis. But inflated, or whatever you call it. It looks exactly like my dildo.
"What is that?" I hear.
"Nothing!" I feverishly press on the painting for it to change back, but all I get are different pictures of the same dick. From behind, huge coconut-sized balls fill the frame under what must be his asshole. I notice it is all hairless, and I wonder if they shave. Other pictures, all with the same subject, one with a long thread of white hanging from it, beautifully lighted from behind so it looks as if it is luminous.
"God," I mumble as I look into his daughter's eyes as she has it... in her mouth.
"I see, that does look like his daughter, that smoky fur..." my dad says.
"Jesus! I don't know what happened. I just touched it."
His mouth moves; one of his tells that he is thinking. "I guess you are right. They have different standards. You should look at their bedroom. They share one bed.

I leave him with the painting and the crazy family pictures. I see him change it for the next one, two sets of eyes, the daughter and the mother, both their crazy lizard-like tongues wrapped around his dick. Maybe it's my imagination, but my dad touches his crotch... I see he has a bulge there. I feel anger when I realize it turns him on. He can go fuck those aliens if he wants.

There is just one bed — a large one with dark green blankets and pillows in a strange banana shape. Four little bedside cabinets with lamps tell me each has its own space. But it is not flat; it is made like a nest — a soft ring of just a few inches as wide as the bed. It is clear which side the children are on. A light blue plush toy, which looks like a dog with six limbs, is on one side of the bed. I pick it up. It is more heavy than I thought it would be. Something hard is tucked inside its... ass. Maybe something to keep warm, like a hot water bottle. I take it out and see it is a blue thing shaped like a slightly flattened cylinder with a curve. It has little button-like things that glow when my fingers touch them. I think I know what it is. And it would be the girls...
I check what my dad is doing...he is still standing in front of the painting and touches parts. I push the device back into the depths of the alien's anus. Maybe some orgasm will help me relax. I want to try this thing.
My dad is still touching the painting. But it is not the dick picture; it is, I think, the girl's pussy. It is funny how all the images are erotic, but they are also artistic, as if they are made in a studio with special lights. Portrait pictures of what they love? Like our family photos where it is me baking a cake with my mother or my brother on his first motorbike.
"Is it the girl?" I ask as I see her slit up close. It looks similar to mine, which is strange if they are alien. How did that happen? Her clit is the center of the picture, a thick tongue forked around it like a river split by a boulder.
Mom says it is the best feeling to have someone lick you there. But she didn't do that to me even though I thought she would try to make me feel it. She just made me want to feel it with someone. So I would have to find me some boy, I guess, to fuck. But the boys in my class were mostly stupid. Just not the one I fell in love with. The one who killed me. I know it is wrong, but I would like to feel it... like my mother did with my brother. But me, with...him. To feel him. I want to touch his crotch and feel his dick through his pants.
"It is the girl," he says, taking me out of my daydream.
"How do you feel about her?" I ask, but my eyes drift to... he sees me look at his dick, and I feel my face color red. "I didn't mean to," I say.
He inhales deep, "It's very complex, and sorry. We men are easy to, let's say, get hard. There were some really explicit pictures of her with her brother, but also with her father."
Part of me wants to see them, but I don't want to show I am like him — a guy that gets horny like that. I want him to see me as a woman. My knees feel weak thinking of his... still hard stick-dick, and I feel my heart as it pushes the blood through the arteries in my neck. I want to take this toy to someplace private and have fun.
"Did you see any toilets?" I ask.
"Sorry, yes, a bathroom is next to the bed." He points to what I figured were closets, but the one on the left slightly differed from the others.
"The one on the left," he says.

The door 'panels' open like the others. Behind is a blueish room with a pebbled floor, but it feels flat on my shoes, a layer of hardened water covering them. I recognize something that has to be some sort of shower at the back and a little enclosed area that I believe should be a toilet. A handle next to it, when pulled, flushes it. Some things are universal, it seems.
"Dad?" I wait for him to look at me. "I am going to take a shower." He just nods, his interest taken up with the little kitchen and its weird machinery.
I close the panel door and take off my clothes.
The shower is warm and relaxes me as I rinse my skin from the sweat and dirt.

But this is not why I am here.
I clutch the plush toy to my stomach as I sit naked on the toilet. My feet are on some sort of long pedals. It is weird; I have to balance not to fall forward. I pee and wait till I am done dripping. I will wash under the shower. I don't see any paper. There must be some other way to do this if you need to poo.
My labia are thicker than normal, and I see the red of my... cunt. Maybe because I am so excited or because my legs are spread in this position.
The idea of doing this here is scary, but I am so horny I can't stop it anymore. I can't remember feeling like this for a long time. The idea of my mother who has sex with my brother. Maybe she wants me to do things with Dad, not with some boy. Her doing that with Josh allows me to do things with Dad. I think of his dick, the thing I never saw but, as she had told me, would be a bit bigger than my dildo. I shiver and pull my lips further apart. I am most definitely wet. I run my finger through my slit and lick the moist of my finger. I love doing that, my little craziness. I taste my arousal and pee. Another shiver courses through me. The picture of that girl licking her dad's penis... I wonder how he would taste, the same as me? Will his daughter have him spurt that cream into her mouth? Mom tells me they love it when you swallow it. I think about how it would feel, my dad, pulsing, throbbing inside my mouth, and then feel that warm stuff... Him thanking me... a warm feeling in my chest which becomes a tickle.
My hands tremble when I pull the toy out of the blue dog.
I place it between my lips, sliding it along the pink surface, and I wet it with my juices. It has been inside her. Too late to clean it now. I don't care. Alien disease or not. I push it inside me as I think of Dad doing that to me. I am shocked when I find out how easily it slides inside me. I fuck myself slowly, feeling my vagina form to its shape; I push deep enough to feel it hit my cervix and grab it with my fingers wrapped around it when I figure out how deep I want it without hurting myself. It's my fantasy, and in my fantasy, I am on all fours, like the girl in the video I have on my phone. Her father fucking her from behind, and I hear her whimper. I grab my side with my free hand, like my Dad would do. I hear my whimpers and the sloppy noises when I ram the thing inside me with quick but paced moves.
I close my eyes to see what I want to see; the girl is me, and the guy fucking her is my father. I let my hand slide to my ass and stroke that other spot I love so much to be touched. The tips of my fingers glide over its puckered surface. Dry as it is, it gives me an additional sensation, the greyish skin grabbing my fingers as if to tell it not to leave, to pleasure it. I know I am close, my wrist slapping against my clit, and I imagine it being my father's balls slapping against me. My heart races, and my breath is shallow when I feel it approaching. I want it to be the best one, so I push a knuckle inside my sphincter, just a bit, and wiggle it. I want it to be his tongue...He will not do this, but the idea turns me on so much. My cunt convulses around the hard shape, and I feel my ass squeeze my finger. In my fifth or so wonderful convulsion, I feel myself lose balance, and I fall forward as I scream in fear, trying to find something to hold on to. I open my eyes and see something rushing toward me.

Strong hands grab my arms and hold me in place. The dildo thing slides out of me, and I hear it splash into the water, and I start screaming.

Hot enough?

I can't remember ever feeling like this. I lay on the bed with my knees pulled to my stomach.

Dad wrapped me in a blanket and carried me here after I had my breakdown. I remember screaming at him, crying, and more screaming that ended in sobbing as I pushed him away when he tried to touch me.

My throat still hurts. My eyes feel swollen from my salty tears. I don't dare to look at him, hiding my face under the blanket. Despite having it wrapped around me, I feel naked.
"Evi, are you... okay?"
I don't know how to react; my body jerks as I pull my knees closer to my chest.
"I'm not," I mumble.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... I wanted to give you some soap I found."
He had seen me, see me climax like that alien girl in the video. But this was different, not funny at all. I want to run away. But to where? The world outside scares me. I want to run to Mom, but I would never get there before dark. I can't hold back my tears, and my body shakes with each sob.
My voice croaks, "I want Mom."
A soft voice tells me, "I will take you to her as soon as possible."
I don't want him to take me to her, but he must think I am a pervert like Mom. I don't know why I said I want Mom. I just want to forget this happened.
I don't want to know what he has seen. He must have been looking at me while I was doing that, thinking... about him. I want to hit him, throw something at him.
"Why were you watching?" I cry.
He takes a deep breath, and I feel the bed move. He is sitting closer to me than I thought.
"I will leave as soon as possible. I am not good for you as a father. When this is all over, I..."
"Why?" My body shakes when I yell at him, and I grab the blanket to prevent it from slipping away. My anger is gone, replaced by fear. "Are you mad at me for doing... that? It's normal to do that!"
"I know," his hand strokes my head. "It's me who did something wrong.... I didn't have to bring you soap. No... sorry, this is hard for me. I heard you, and I knew what you were doing. I was doing the wrong thing, not you."
"Please... don't leave me. I want to go with you then."
His warm breath touches my cheek. His hot air pushes through the blanket's fibers moments before his lips kiss my cheek.
"I...watched you, Evi, and I am so sorry I did; I watched you because I wanted to. And that was so very wrong of me. I should have left silently without you knowing. That is what a good father should have done. But I... let my dick think for me. And I stayed."
My skin tingles. Why did he want to see me do that... and not stop me?
"I understand everything is... strange here, and you are scared — about Mom and Josh, about this place, about... getting home. All that tension is a lot for someone like..."
"Me?" I say.
"Your age. And then I need to be there for you. And then it is very wrong for me to think about you as... Sex reduces stress. I do the same. But that fantasy with you is wrong."
Laughter bubbles up, breaking the thick layer of oil on my surface. "Why don't you do it? Why don't you do it, and I can watch?" My face heats when I understand what I just said. I feel him slap me softly, happy I am not that mad, perhaps.
"Sounds fair," I hear.
Something I have wanted to see for so long now does not look so interesting. I remove the blanket from my face. I must look terrible to him when the corners of his mouth drop, and his frown tells me he feels sorry for me. He stretches his arms, like inviting me for a hug. I think I really need it, so I sit up and clutch the blanket against my chest. I have nothing to hide; I hate I still don't have much to show. But I think my two little anthills with their nipples are part of what once will be more his interest.
As we hug, I feel his warm breath on my scalp, his kisses on my hair, and his hand pushing my head against his chest. My anger, my fear, and my shame flow away and are replaced with his warmth.
"It's not easy with those photos?" I ask.
"They didn't help," he says, and I feel his belly move with his laugh.
"I know, I had the same."
"It's often with her father," he says.
"I know... "
He wants to tell me something. I just feel it... I want to tell him something...
How can I go from mad at him to this feeling? Is it because he is touching me? It feels wonderful, and I want to... feel his naked skin against mine. I pull the blanket away. I know he still wears his shirt, but fewer layers separate us. His hand moves to my side, and... his fingers touch my breast. It's like I'm electrified by one of the bolts in the gate. I shudder in his embrace, and he pulls his hand back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think," he says.
I don't answer and put his hand back on my breast. I feel it cup my little anthill, the warmth like hot water. My lust takes over. This is what I want, and this may be my last chance. My hand slides under his shirt, and my nails scratch his back. I tell him... "I want to see."

He isn't complaining. His movements are shaky when he removes his shirt. I love the look of his nipples. They are hairless like mine. Shaved or natural, I don't care. He doesn't have much body hair.
"Are you sure?" he asks.
"You owe me."
"It's a punishment?"
"You said you like to... relax. No, it is not a punishment. But I want to see."
He kicks his pants to the floor, and he sits next to me, wearing nothing but his underwear. I see his penis is hard, a thick ridge pushing the fabric taut.
"You peed?" I ask when I see the dark spot where I know the head of his dick stretches the material.
He clutches his thing, "I... I almost had an accident when I watched you."
"Accident? Like pee accident?" I know what it is. I love making fun of him now. And I love how he takes it so seriously.
"It's not pee, it's pre-cum. Lubrication to have sex. It happens when I am aroused."
I am waiting, and finally, he gives in and pulls his underwear down to his thighs. It's marvelous. I see its thick veins and the darker head that looks like a dark greyish shiny ball with very thin, dark purple lines. The rest of it looks much like my dildo, just with a very soft and thin-looking skin. It twitches as I look at it. "Do you want to look at the alien photos?"
He grins, "No, I have something else etched in my memory."
I know what he thinks. He grabs his dick, a hand wrapped around it, squeezing it lightly. A drop of clear liquid is pushed out of the little slit at the top. He pulls the skin over it and uses it to spread it all over the head. He pulls it back, and I see the rest of his dickhead. It's not like my dildo; there is a ridge, more reddish in color, and the entire thing looks like some weird helmet. He strokes a hand along the shaft, looking into my eyes.
"You are thinking about me?" I say, and my gaze drops to my hands, which I tucked in my crotch.
He stops, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I can look at the painting if you want. But I am a bit nervous. I am not used to doing this in public."
"Oh no! it's getting soft!" I say when I see him stop moving his hand and see that his penis is not straight anymore.
"I can't do this, Evi. It's just wrong."
"Because I want to see you do that?" I'm staring at my hands again. I didn't want him to feel bad.
"No, my feelings for you. That is wrong."
My mind works in slow motion, "You have feelings for me? Like sex feelings?"
He sighs, "It's why I fought with your mother. She wants me to have sex with you, and I just don't think it is right."
"Wha... wait... She said I wanted to have sex with you?"
"No! She said it would be fine to do that because she had sex with Josh. And I think you are too young to..."
"Have sex?"
"No, for me to ask that of you," he says.
"So I am old enough?"
"To have sex, yes, but not with me!"

I throw the blanket at him and run to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I hate that it closes so silently; I want to slam it shut. I feel like I have to throw up, and I go to my knees in front of the toilet. I see the toy lying in the water. My tears blur my vision as I take it out. With all my strength, I throw it at the wall. It smashes into small parts, and I already feel sorry for what I did.
I have been such a fool. I was the cause of all this. I told my mother I wanted to... have sex with my Dad. And she asked him. And he said no and was mad at her because of me. Not because of my brother. For Josh, it was allowed. My fist hits the toilet, and I cry in pain.
"Evi?" I hear his voice muffled by the panel door.
"Leave me alone," I shout.
He should have wanted me. She said he would, but he didn't. I don't have any hot tears left. I wish I had that blanket; the floor is so hard. Why did he look at me when I did that with the toy? What is wrong with me that he doesn't want me?
"Evi?"
"No!"
"Can I ask you something?"
"I said NO!" my voice hurts after my last shout. Everything hurts.
"...Do you want to have sex with me?"

I am still crying when he carries me to the bed, "You are my most peculiar daughter."
"I need to shower," I say between my sobs, ignoring his joke. But I am not crying because I am sad. I am crying because I feel relieved.
"I will take my chances," he says.
He spreads me on the bed, and I let him. My breath is shallow, just my belly rising in quick movements. My calves hang against the soft fabric of this crazy bed. I feel the ridge of that nest ring in the back of my knees. He pushes my legs apart, and I feel my pussy open up, my lips parting, and I am afraid he is disgusted when he sees it opening with that stuff. I always thought it was sweat and pee until Mom told me it was... different. But still, it could be yucky for him.
"Will you put it in?" I ask.
He climbs on the bed, his body hovering over mine, and I see his dick hanging between his legs. It is bigger, but not as hard as before. He crouches closer, his face above mine, and I stare into his eyes. That little spark I love so much is there, that spark he has when he explains to me something he did in a game online. That spark when he finds a special rock when we are out rock hunting, one of those amber things with a mosquito or some other bug or plant inside. When we go together into the hills, not because I like rocks, but because I like to be with him, and lately, I fantasize about him taking me, making me... what he will do now.
He kisses my forehead, "I would really like to, but I want you to enjoy more than a few seconds."
I frown, "Me too."
He kisses me on my mouth. In surprise, I yelp.
"Open your mouth, love."
"Lovmmpff," is all I can say when he kisses me, and I feel his tongue inside my mouth. I open my jaws as with the dentist, and I feel his laugh fill my mouth.
"Relax, just let me do this."
I try to relax, but it is hard. His tongue touches my teeth and tickles my gums. I like the feeling, though. His tongue pushes deeper and finds mine, which I try to keep hidden in the back. Its touch is magical; its surface is so crazy. Soft, wet, rough... warm... I push mine forward carefully, enjoying the moist warmth that twirls around my tongue in a dance of crazy sensations. I love this. His fingers dig into the back of my neck, and one hand touches my boobs. Fingers pushing into my flesh and finding a nipple. When he squeezes it softly, I scream into his mouth. The muffled sound must have burst his eardrums. He releases me, panting loudly, but I see him smile.
"Sensitive there?"
"I don't know?"
I am... I shudder when he licks my nipple. It's like a little electrical line running through my body and ending in my ass. My pussy reacts when his mouth sucks my boob, and his warm, wet, delicious tongue touches my little hard knob.
Fingers stroke my inner thighs, trailing slowly closer to my slit. Like he is toying with me, I feel that shame return, afraid he will find it gross when he touches me there. That sticky wetness that marks my underwear when I think of him, of sex. A finger touches me. As a finger touching lips to silence... And I am ever so silent. Afraid and anxious, I cannot breathe. His first stroke through my parted lips gives me goosebumps, my entire body convulses, and I have to giggle because of the tickle feeling it gives me. But it's such a nice tickle. I sigh and tell him, "Oh God..."
He touches my clit, ever so lightly, and fire spreads through my belly and ass. I gasp, and everything down there contracts. Playing with myself is good; fantasizing about my Dad is much better. But this, his fingers stroking me... I whine like a little puppy, begging for more. And he gives it. Something pushes inside me, the first finger that isn't mine, probing inside my vagina, feeling the soft ridges that I want to have pleasured by his penis. My eyes fly wide open when he fucks me with that delicious thick finger. He doesn't seem to care about the wet sounds coming from there, and I give in to the feeling. His other hand rubs my clit. His fingers push it in all directions like a little joystick on my game controller. It's all so much. Pleasure signals overload me; amazingly, he can keep everything stimulated simultaneously. My chest is heaving as I take quick breaths, my ass trying to get away from his hands when the pleasure overwhelms me. I love this... his finger... I want it to be him. I want him to fuck...
I climax so suddenly, so unexpectedly. I scream for the first time during my orgasm. My eyes are saucers, my stomach contracts, and I flop on the bed like a fish out of the water. Everything down there seems to twitch.
My Dad's hand locked between my thighs, his finger still deep inside my pussy.
"Stop!" I yell when I feel the top of his finger still move inside me every now and then. Everything is so sensitive. He hugs me while I slowly get down from my orgasm. I've never had it this intense. I've never been so happy.
"Will you fuck me now?" I say as I look at his dick. It is even more thick and hard than I thought it was before. Ever since I confessed to her I was in love with Dad, Mom had told me it would fit and feel 'fantastic.'
"If that is okay with you? I am not sure how long I can do this, though. I'm about to cum just looking at your pussy."
"What is so special about it?" I ask.
"It's yours?"
I love his answer and spread my legs. I am in the middle of the nest, making happy pretend snow angels.
"I would like to do this a bit differently. I need to figure out how deep I can go. You are my first eleven-year-old... oh, this still is very wrong."
I ignore him, telling me this is wrong, "Oh, how then? With a ruler?"
"No," he chuckles, "Yes, with my ruler. But do you know doggy style?"
I go on all fours, "Woof," I bark and point my ass toward him. One of the banana pillows hits my head.
"Use this to hold onto," he says.
I clutch it, my face against the alien pillow that smells of them, a musky odor I like.
I hear him murmur behind me, and I am afraid I didn't...fuck I didn't!
"Can I clean myself..." I moan into the pillow.
"Huh? Like now? I'm fucking rock hard looking at your delicious ass and your marvelous pussy, and you want me to stop?"
His weight presses into the bed, and I feel his warm legs touch me. His hands grab my hips, and his fingers press into me. His thumbs stroke my globes, gliding over my skin. They go deeper into my crack, and he pulls them apart.
I want to say no, and I feel shame as he looks at what I find dirty. What must be dirty? I whimper into the cushion. I don't like this doggy style.
"Gawd, you have the most perfect little... asshole," I hear from behind me. Something touches it, and a jolt of pleasure shoots through me straight up to my brain.
"How do you like something touching that? I saw you. Did you have a finger up there?"
An "Mmmh," and a nod are my only response to him.
My slit is dripping, I think, when his dick rubs through it. The top of his penis slides through it, coating it with my wetness. I growl a "Phlease," and he laughs. I can't stand this waiting. I want to feel him. I want to feel him cum in me. Feel his seed splash against my walls. I push back, but his hands around my hips stop me.
When he enters me, the feeling is so much better than the cold of my dildo. Warmth, the stretching of my cunt causing spikes of heat. He feels bigger than my fake dad-dick but softer, more... He presses deeper, and my vagina's walls are stretched like never before as they welcome my father. I can't stop the moan that escapes me as he slides out. This is such a crazy feeling.
"How do you like it?"
"I... I love you," I say.
He pushes in me, and I hear my pussy's squelching noise as he slides inside me.
"I love you too, Evi. Thank you for this..."
At a slow pace, he fucks me with his marvelous dick. Why did he wait so long if he wanted this? And I liked this. I don't care anymore, and I moan loudly with every move he makes. My stomach trembles with each trust, with each pull. Mom told me he would love how tight I am and how to make it even tighter. Something I practiced... Squeezing my vagina around his dick, my feeling intensifies.
"Oh God, Sorry!" I hear him yell. His dick gets thicker, and he pushes deeper than ever. He pushes me into the pillow, and I feel his balls empty their seed — a warmth spreading all over, deep inside. In my mind, I see his seed slosh around my cervix. I love this so much that I whimper.
"I am so sorry, love. I wanted you to cum so badly like this. I just couldn't hold it anymore."
"I mwanted yhou tho cwum," I tell the pillow.
He pulls out, and I feel him leave me. Colder air takes the place of his hardness, which I miss already. He pushes me to my side, and I roll on my back. My grin must split my face in half. It certainly feels like it.
"I so much wanted you to cum on my dick, but you were just too much for my... I wanted this too much, I think. It's a shame you killed off the vibrator."
"I'm sorry," I say.
He jumps forward, pulling himself across the bed. He opens one of the little desks next to the bed. "Wrong one; this is Dad's, I think, or the son's."
Opening the other, he rummages inside. "I don't have the faintest idea if this is something."
It looks like nothing I have ever seen — a belt with a thick part hanging from it like a tail, but not as thick as the toy I killed.
"Is it some jewelry?" I ask.
"Pussy art? I wouldn't put it past them. But it has buttons."
I see the same type of buttons, lighting up when my father's fingers brush them. He pulls on the tail end, and I see it extend. "I think this part goes into your...pussy?"
"Yeah, if I'm a Mammoth!"
"It's a bit long, but look, I can change its length."
He pulls and pushes it, making noises like "Whe-Oew - Whe-Oew." I am not very happy with him making fun of something that is designed to pleasure me, or more, the alien girls.
"Did you ever try a vibrator?"
"Yes, Dad."
"Oh, how did you like it? Can you cum like that?"
I shrug, "Yes..."
He looks like a puppy begging for attention, "Do you want to try?"
I stretch out my hand, "Sure..." I want him to do something else with me. But I know I am gross down there, and now, his sperm will leak out. It already is. I look at the wet spot on the bed.
"I think you put it on you, and you pull that... tail... and like that, you can change the strength of it," he says. And in a hushed voice, "vibrating against your clit."
It makes sense. But it looks like a stupid way to do it. I never got to try her thing as a vibrator. I just used it as a dildo. It's strange to be in this room, using the stuff and looking at pictures of a family that had been killed by my ancestors. I put the belt around me. It fits me. "It's even set to my size; maybe the girl used it last?"
"Looks like it. I don't know; maybe this is her side of the bed. Maybe it is her room. We didn't check the other doors yet."
I don't like the idea of doing this in front of him. "Why do you want me to... you know?"
"I thought it would be funny; I can use my fingers if you want?"
"You liked me with that other toy, is that it?"
He sighs, "I am seriously turned on with the idea. I want to look into your eyes as you climax. I want you to enjoy it. Your mother loves to use toys."
"You figure out how it works. I have no clue," I say and go on all fours, and the thing hangs from me like I have a dick. "Stick-dick girl," I say. My joke makes it hard for him to use the button as my body shakes with laughter, but I am also nervous about what will come.
It clicks in answer to him, like a word in their language, and the thing becomes rigid. His 'holy fuck,' does not make me feel less anxious.
"Take it off!" I yell. I don't want it to do... whatever.
"No... Just wait. It's... measuring you?"
I look between my legs, and blue lines scan my body — well, my lower body — and I feel warmth, like sun rays on my...butt. My ass clenches.
Its surface is warm when it touches me, the thin device pushing itself between my legs. It heats my slit and touches my sphincter. I feel my asscheeks pull apart. "Dad, are you doing that?"
"I'm not touching anything," he says. "I'm positive this is some sex toy. Or it is a device they use to shave, and it is in panic as you are as smooth as a cue ball down there."
"But what is pulling... Gawd!" My sphincter is stretched, and heat, like warm water, enters my bowels.
"I don't know, dear, but it looks... amazing."
"What?" The feeling is nice, a light tapping deep inside me as if testing how it feels for me.
My Dad says, "I see inside you, hard to explain. Like a forcefield is keeping your butt open, and this thing is sticking in like keeping a hold... How does it feel?"
I mostly feel embarrassed. But the feeling is also nice. I didn't know my butt could feel like this. I feel it move inside me, hooked like a finger and snaking deeper. I have no clue how deep, but I can imagine how far my dad stretched it; maybe it was way deeper than... I am afraid it goes in more than a foot when it presses against my slit. My loud 'Hiiii!' scares my dad, and I feel him pull on the thing. "Nohh, kheep iHhht!" I hear myself yell as it slides back in me; It tickled me so nicely, so deeply. But that was not why I screamed. The same warmth has pushed apart my labia and now touches my vagina. This thing is a marvel.
"It's ghooing iihn," I can hardly talk as my cunt is spread around something that feels like my Dad, just no friction, just slide in as if I am oiled, not really slide but ripple inside me. It feels like I am getting fucked by a slick hot dildo with ridges.
"It's just in your ass," Dad says.
"Nho!"
He pushes the thing that splits my labia apart to the side, the dildo inside changing its direction as he moves it. I try not to moan, but it is useless, and I moan into the pillow. I feel hot, strangely hot. I wanted him to fuck me more, yet this is... even better. Not just because of the feeling but him... being with me. I think it is him, and the feeling gets ten times better.
He mumbles something I cannot hear and strokes my belly with soft fingers. "What?" I ask.
He moves next to me, his face close to mine. "It's a DP of sort. Are you OK?"
"Ah dhee pee? Ahm I peeh-ing?"
"No, DP means double penetration. It's when you are fucked by a guy in your ass and one in your pussy. But this is... something else. It's beautiful. I can see inside your pussy as it shapes around an invisible dick. I see how you open up to it when it goes in... how do you feel?"
The wide grin on his face as he looks at me tells me he likes what he sees. I close my eyes. I feel I am close, close to that climax. I've never had this. I always need my clit to be worked on. A vibrator or fingers. I scream into the banana-shaped pillow as my body convulses. My sphincter contracts with each wave around the thing. My pussy pushes the force field to a thin straw. It's a crazy feeling as it vibrates inside me, and I gasp for air as my chest tries to get enough oxygen to my brain, which sees nothing but sparks. But it is not over. The thing doing my ass is massaging my insides, rippling like it is dragging, barely fitting, balls through a tight tube. I'm wheezing as I look into the smiling face of my father, and I climax again.

It doesn't stop. And I don't want it to stop. It starts fucking me again after my last climax, slow at first, a wonderful feeling, and I give myself to the toy. My dad breathes in my ear that he loves my little gasps as I squirm through a string of orgasms. His fingers don't help when he squeezes my nipples. When he tells me that he loves me... I shout at him, "I'h lhove yHou!"
I'm about to faint when I hear it...

A rapid clicking sound, like that used by the aliens in their speech, echoes in the 'cube' facility.
"An alarm?" He says as he rushes to his feet, grabs his pants, and tries to put them on as he stumbles out into the hallway.

Encounter

I run just behind him, naked, or more just that thing covering my pussy as it still continues to fuck me and inspires my clit to have another cum. And amazingly, I have another one and fall to the ground on my hands and knees. I jank it out of my ass, all two feet of it, but the moment I let go, it just plunges back into my bowels and continues its delicious movement. I am between following my Dad to the control room or just staying here for another cum.
My shaking fingers find the off button. I am too afraid of what the alarm is for. I don't want to be found here on my hands and knees as these mini orgasms ripple over me by the stick-dick people who killed the aliens. Finally, it slides out of my ass and returns to its original length.
I stand up, my knees weak like filled with jelly-o. When I stumble inside the control room, my Dad stops me and pushes me behind him, "Where are your clothes?" he whispers.
I look past him. The family of four looks at us with terror in their eyes.

The small girl hides behind her dad like I do. I don't just feel naked; I am wearing that toy for all to see, and my cheeks redden. I try to take it off, but my fingers can't figure out the clasp, and I don't dare to take my eyes off them. The father has something in his hand, like a gun, but weird-looking.
My dad lifts his arms like he is giving up, but I just see the aliens blink their eyes. The father alien steps forward and presses buttons on the console. The alarm is finally silent. He turns to Dad and speaks his click-and-plop language. I shiver when I hear some guttural noises coming from the thing he has in his hand. It sounds as if it is barking at us.
"I am scared," I tell Dad and pull his arm. Maybe if we back away, they will not do anything.
The mother's ears peak when I talk. She moves next to, I guess, her husband and uses the console. On the wall, an image of the gate on the top of the mountain fills the space. She points at it.
"Yes, we are from... there," Dad tells her as he points to it.
It's like corn starting to pop when all start talking together. The father's ears move in all possible directions, and finally, he inserts the gun thing into the console as he glares at us and his wife.

"Are-you-from-the-other-round-side," I hear the thing ask us in a monotonous voice after he plops and clicks at us.

***

Her name is Belime, but I think it is a translation of her original name that means the scent or taste of a fruit, like "I am lime."
When I tell her my name, she laughs, a strange hacking sound not translated by the device around her neck, I think that is for the best. A monotonous 'ha-ha-ha' would make me feel like I am with a killer robot from space. She is smaller than me but so fucking swift. She has claws that could rip me to pieces if she wanted to. And her teeth... even though she has only been nice to me so far, show me she is a predator by design.
I want to get my skirt from the bathroom, but she is just as naked as me, so I think she does not mind. Not entirely naked, though. I am wearing her thing. My head gets the color of the inside of my pussy when she points at it.

She explained that she lives on a huge ship and their world has become unlivable because of a 'solar malfunction.' I guess the translation was not perfect. Her explanation of the gates is beyond my understanding. But the one I went through was a time gate, and the one down here was a distance gate. That is the one they just used because we fixed it. She points at me and says something translated into, 'Hero-of-Shadow-People.'
I don't feel like a hero, and I don't know why she calls herself 'Shadow People.' I am still a bit scared to be with her. Her attention is drawn to the picture on the wall. Her gasp translated to a "Gah!"
She is next to it faster than I can blink. Even a cheetah would feel...
"You move like a Cheetah," I tell her.
It always takes a while before my words are translated. She points at the picture, the clit which I thought would be hers, and her father's tongue licking it. I don't know why I saw it like that. It could have been her mother's. But again, I want it to be my dad's tongue on me. Maybe later, when we survive this, and I am clean down there.
When she has trouble understanding me, she jerks her head. Fast movements, I would expect from a lizard. But then again, how many cat people do I know?
"NoNoNoNo-cheat-ah. Mother-and-Belime."
This happens all the time, just as with my name. She laughed when I told her my name, and it was translated into plop-click. But when I didn't laugh, she understood I was serious and hugged me. Eveline must translate to Evil Line or something weird.
She does something to the painting we didn't figure out, and it zooms out. It really is her mother and Belime licking her.
"Oh, that is nice," I tell her. The clicks and plops that translate my words make her smile, no, it makes her grin, and I just know this is not what I said. Her grin is something between a smile and a feeling you are about to get eaten. Before I can react, I'm pushed back on the bed, and my head is between her thighs. Her slit, which is so like mine, is above me. Just she has, on the outside of her labia, that fur with the color of smoke. I feel her claws on the toy, undoing the clasp I fumbled with since we met them. I try to pull my stomach in, afraid she will slit me open with her talons. But they just... caress me. The skin of her belly is much softer than mine, like a dog's or cat's, I guess. Hairless... and with two tiny nipples.
She goes to her knees, or how should I call it, and I look along her belly while she examines the toy. I freeze when I see my dad's sperm coating it. But as my "I'm sorry" is translated into popcorn language, she smells it and, to my surprise, sticks her tongue into the stuff. My "No!" scares her, and she freezes. Her tongue is still in my dad's gooey stuff, and her eyes are open in fear. To me, the view is funny. My laugh and the hack-hack translation that follows relax her.
"Dad-sperm-good," she says.
I don't know. I have never tried it, and I feel like I should have. Mom told me he would love me to do that for him. I wanted him to lick me down there, and I didn't even think about him.
It's strange how I feel about her. She is so open about all this. She is fine with what I did with Dad, but my world at home is not. Maybe we can live together if we have to stay here.
She is very cuddly. Her head is lying on my belly, her hot breath on my skin as we look into each other's eyes and just talk as friends. I touch her belly; at first, she tenses. Maybe they see bellies as something vulnerable, but when I continue to stroke her soft skin, she relaxes. It is what I expected. Her temperature is warmer than mine. I understand more about the bed. They love to be together. I can imagine them sleeping in this bed, like a nest. Maybe that is why they were so open to sex with family members. In a way, I am happy that she forgot about the picture and what it depicted, and I told her I liked the idea. I guess...
She tells me about her life and how she was ship-born. She had never seen the trees of her home world but knew how beautiful they must have been. I feel connected to her, both lost our world in some way. Her father was stationed together with his family in the blue forest as a researcher and later as a 'round investigator'. I try to explain forest is to us where trees grow and not where we live. The round, I figure, are the gates they talk about.
Belime plays with her toy, and I want to take it away to wash it. It's been into a place I don't dare tell her.
"You-like-this," she says as she holds up the thing.
How it is translated: I can't say if it is a question or a statement.
"Yes," I say.
Her nails draw shapes where the little lights are, and she gives me her going to eat you grin. "Twelve-in-one," she says. Belime's golden eyes sparkle with fire.
I had lost count myself, but twelve could be the number of times the thing had brought me to orgasm, including the unexpected one in the hallway...
Belime points her hand at the picture of her and her mother, "You-have-mother-do-with-you"
"No, nobody did that with me."
Belime has returned to her spot, her warm cheek on my belly. Her face is pretty human in expressions. We are so different. I don't even know how old she is. I would think she is my age, but even if she tells me, how many days are in their years? Do they even have years like us?
I hear her sigh.
"What do you want to ask?" I say.
"Your," she pushes her tongue out. It is almost as long as a foot! "It-is-funny-how-should-it-feel."
"My tongue? I don't know. Wet?"
"I-am-wet-thinking-about-you-and-my-pleasure-strap."
She rolls off me and runs to the bathroom. I think, to clean it.

It's something I had not heard before, a scream that makes me shiver. She yowls as if she is hurt, and I feel a lump in my throat when I understand why. With dragging feet, I go to the bathroom and see her on her knees, clutching parts of the destroyed toy.
I can lie; tell her it's done by the dick-stick people. Her tears are genuine, another human thing they have. My clothes lie in a pile where I left them. Something that has drawn her attention, and I see why. The blue dog thing lies on top.
"I 'm so sorry I did that." I go to my knees and hug her, but it is like I am hugging a statue, a warm one with razor-sharp nails. She shakes with each sob. I can't breathe because of her silence. 'Some hero I am," I say.
"Why?" the monotonous necklace voice asks.
I have to be honest. "Because my Dad said he would never have sex with me."
Her sobs change to the hack-hack sound of her laughter, and I feel less bad.
"You are," the translator fails as she continues to talk, but I hear nothing, as her words cannot be translated. I shake my head when I don't understand.
She suddenly stands up, and I fall on my ass. She stretches out her hand, and I understand I need to grab it. She is so strong. She pulls me up in one quick movement. I feel her nails dig into my wrist.
She throws me on the bed, her scary-looking grin telling me I could be in trouble. She knows it, knows my fear as she shows her claws. She laughs when my eyes react instinctively. Another predatory thing is knowing the fear of your prey and smelling them.
"You-owe-me-many..."
I don't have anything to give. What does she expect of me? I shriek as she jumps toward me. She is so quick and nimble. I'm pushed backward, her thighs squeeze my head, and her labia are pressed against my mouth and silence the rest of my scream.
I hear her laugh, and I can't tell if it is evil or good.
"Cums?" I tell the slit pressed on my lips, the heat of her... and she smells exciting, musky.
The hairs of her thighs prick in my ears, and I feel her radiating heat.
"Please-my-friend," she says. 'Play-with-me."
I still can't tell if it is a question. But she calls me a friend, and I feel relieved and want to do... I push my tongue inside her, like sticking your tongue in something hot. Her body trembles as I lick her vaginal walls — nails like the thorns of a rose brush through my hair.
Again, she moves quickly, changes her body direction, and faces my legs. I look into her darker-colored sphincter. An area devoid of fur, with under it her thick labia that glisten with my saliva and her lubrication. Her clit is just a bit deeper, so similar to mine, and I know what to do. My tongue rasps over its sensitive surface, and she howls again. I know this is because she loves it when her nails caress my labia.
Her hands pull my legs apart, and I feel her breath, like a dragon breathing fire, on my pussy. My legs shake, and I am afraid I will hit her with those uncontrollable jerks when her tongue slithers through my slit. It's smooth but firm, like an oiled finger gliding along my delicate flesh. It snakes deeper, pausing at my asshole.
"Yes," I hear. This time, I know it is a question.
"Yes," I say.
Her tongue slips into my rectum. I understand the toy was designed like this. They love things with their ass. Her tongue slithers deep inside, like the toy had done before. She is an expert in this, the forked part twirling inside me and the base that mashes my clit at the same time.
I put all my effort into it. I lick her little pea with all the love I can give her. It doesn't take much time for her to climax. Her thighs press against me, and I feel her shudder, and her tail hits the top of my head. She stopped licking me, her face warming my belly. She purrs like a cat — little occasional tremors that coarse through us.
I lick the sweet-tasting juices of her orgasm. The ones I miss wet my chin. The soft hairs of her thighs brush my ears and shoulders. I want to do for her what she did for me and... I push my tongue into her ass. She squeaks. I am afraid I did something wrong. But I feel her weight on my belly when she leans on me and pulls her globes apart. I dive deep into her dark cavity, and I love doing that for her. It is different from her pussy, smooth as the inside of dad's mouth, maybe even smoother. Soft... She is silent. Her breathing all I hear. The thin skin of her belly warms my chest. She grunts, and I feel heat trickle down my neck. She pees, her final punishment. A cat marking her territory. I smell it, her strong odor, but I don't care. She is also mine — my friend.
She continues pleasuring me, her forked tongue deep into my ass, around the bends of my bowels, where its delicious tickles slowly send me to my inevitable climax.
I scream when my prolonged orgasm races through my body like molten metal. My "Stohop!" as my belly slams into her face ends when I hear someone cough.

"I see you are making friends?" my Dad says.
'She-is-a-good-friend," Belime says.
I feel my face heat even more than it already does between Belime's thighs. My nose glides through her slit as I pull myself from under her. A meow as if surprised tells me she finds the situation funny.
My dad stands next to Belime's mother.
"I'm sorry, Dad. It kind of happened. They are different than us."
He looks hurt, "I think we need to talk."

Home

"What's going on, Dad?" I run after him after finally getting dressed.
Belime looks at me as if I had done something strange when I put on the skirt. I lifted it to show I was going commando, but I don't think she understood our reservations about showing our nicest parts. I am more worried I hurt Dad.

"Dad?"
"It's fine, I didn't expect you to..."
"Are you jealous?"
"I don't know, but I thought we had a..."
"She was just being nice... you didn't mind me doing that with that crazy toy?"
"I'm just kidding. It was quite a show you two gave us." His grin is like Belime's.
"You were watching me? Again? Do you like her?"
"I like her. She is something else... but I love you. There is a difference."
We get to the control room. Belime's father looks very serious. I feel the hairs on my neck stand up.
"Like, you like ice cream but love pistachio," Dad continues.
"I get it, Dad, but what is all this about?" I say, but I feel my stomach flutter. "And I love you too," I say.
"Thanks," he says. "Okay, this is what I learned so far. They have been here since... now. Now is the ice age. You saw the Mammoths, right?"
My dad sighs, "It's bizarre. Where to start... This cube was just a scientific research post. It was just him and his family. He is a scientist. Their world had an issue; they are not very clear on that. But just a few survived."
"I know, Belime was living on a spaceship."
"She was living here with her parents, but when our ancestors, the stick-dick people, attacked, they had to move back to the ship. In short, the people on that ship are the only ones left from their world. Our planet is, at their time, which is now... way too cold for them. They can make gates like the one here to travel long distances. And then they figured, why not have one side in the current time and one in the future? They had the ship that built this facility, which is capable of near light speed, fitted it with one side of a gate and had that travel at that 'near light' speed. In effect, time goes much slower for that ship, and a difference in time is created. So, stepping through that ship's gate will bring you here to that gate at the top of the mountain. They wanted to use it to get to our planet on warmer days. But then... the gate between their ship was made inoperable by the..."
"Stick-dickheads," I say.
"And we repaired it. So, they are pretty thankful for that."
"Heroes of the Shadow People," I say.
"Shadow People? Ah, because they live in the shadow of trees! Funny," he says. "The thing we saw in Death Valley was the robot doing some construction there. It was just trying to stop us. But now... we need to get moving before someone shuts down that other gate for some reason, and we are stuck here forever."
I get dizzy when I think of this. The idea of being here forever is not tempting at all. Some army general may want to destroy what he does not understand. And me here, hunting mammoths.
"Can we go now?" I beg.
"We will go all together, them, Mom and Josh."
My throat feels thick; I forgot about them, "Yes, of course."

Their exodus from the spaceship had begun. I see so many children with them, hugging their parents and blinking their eyes at their new sun. Transports, eight-wheeled but segmented like insects, were waiting for them. Belime's family returned to the ship to pack their things, and all the Shadow People here are unknown to me.

"We leave in one hour, then we can use a transport to find Becky and Josh," Dad says.
My stomach tightens. I hope they are fine. "We can't go there now?" I ask.
"It's safer like this. They already have eyes on them, cameras. They are fine."
"They are fine? Like..." I don't finish my sentence, but 'fine' with me is them having sex. Heat builds up in my chest when I think about them and me and Dad allowed by Mom. "Are you still mad at them?"
"No. I am not mad, and I, too, think about them doing... that."
I see him smile. It's so crazy — the feelings I had to hide from him, but I still had problems telling him — the liquified fire in my veins. "Dad? Can we go to that room?"
"Their pantry? You must be hungry."
I press my lips together, but then he suddenly hugs me.
"I would think you had enough for today?"
I have had enough, but I want to give something in return. How can I tell him?
"I liked what I did with Belime. Is it always like that? Is it the same for you?"
He opens the door for me, "What is?"
"With your mouth? Like licking?"
I see him shudder, "You liked it?"
Does he hate what I did? He frowns, and I feel my heart sink. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was bad."
He grabs my shoulders, "No, sorry. It is something I like to do very much. I... should have done that with you," he says. He licks his lips, "How did you like her tongue there? I saw you did the same to her."
My head must look like a buoy, and I see him smile. No, not a smile; it splits his face, and his eyes narrow to slits.
"Would you like me to do that for you? Because I would love to," He says.
My ass twitches, and pure pleasure spikes as it contracts around how I think it would be if his tongue stretches me there. I shiver and smile at him. "You don't think it is wrong?"
"There must be a reason you enjoy it. It feels good, right?"
"Yes," I say. I have to admit it felt wonderful.
My dad pushes me on the bed and rolls me on my stomach. My skirt is pushed up, and he grabs my ankles to spread my legs wide. The fingers of one hand push between my asscheeks, and the other caress my side. It's tickling, and I can't stop my giggle.
"You like it? Or do you want me to stop?"
"No..hoh, I'h like it. But I want to do something for you!"
"What do you want to do for me?"
I've said it...and I don't want to say what. It's stupid. I love him so much and wanted to do this for him more than anything. But saying it out loud?
"Evi? You don't need to do this for me. I would like it, but..."
God! He thinks I want to..."I want to make you cum with my mouth, a blow?"
His finger crosses my sphincter, and I shiver again, that nice shiver.
"I would love you to do that," he says.

We are naked, his warmth against my abdomen and chest as I lay in reverse on him. His dick twitches before me, the marvel of it, how it works, so close to my eyes. It veins like branches of a tree, dark purple strokes of lightning. Shining. It smells strange, not unpleasant, but nothing I have ever smelled before. I grab its base, the thin skin warm in my hand. I cup his balls with my other hand; his balls are funny to touch, moving as I slightly squeeze them. I know I need to be careful because they are sensitive. My nails play with the little ridges on his scrotum, following the line that meanders toward his rectum. His loins push upward. Maybe he does not like me playing too much. His hot breath I feel against my ass.
I kiss the glans and feel a strong twitch in my hand. It gets even fatter as I look at it. Is it his heartbeat I feel under my fingers? One more lick... I don't taste anything bad. My tongue trails along that ridge between the shaft and that mushroom, and he bucks again. I think he likes it, silently... like me. I push my lips over it, my tongue gliding over that marbled surface. I smell it; it's in my mouth, and I feel its slippery texture. That clear liquid that is pushed out of that tiny slit in his penis. But I want that other stuff, the stuff he shot in me before, and I suck him inside my mouth. It is softer than the dildo but larger. I can squeeze it a bit. I am careful with my teeth, as Mom explained, using just my lips and tongue. I spread my saliva over his dickhead. I feel his stomach react. He moans when I carefully push it as deep as I can. I feel it move in my mouth, with little jerks, as if it has a mind of its own. I breathe through my nose, as I had practiced, and gently slide my lips and tongue along his shaft and glans. My hand slowly masturbates him.
I bite gently, trying out how he likes it, and he reacts by pushing it deeper. It goes at the back of my throat, and I almost have to vomit, but I manage to relax and stop that urge. I want him to play with me. My pussy is pressed on his neck, and I gently slide it over him. I think about what Belime did to me, marking me with her scent. And I am doing the same, marking my dad with my juices.
He must think I am weird, rubbing my slit like that. Like some cat in heat presenting my ass to him. But I am in heat, so much in heat.
"Oh my, your ass is so beautiful. Did you like her tongue up there?"
I chuckle, which I find hard to do with a dick in my mouth. Why is he asking that now? I let it slip out and use the opportunity to catch my breath. I inhale deeply and look at his hard penis as my saliva seems to have glued it to his belly. "Yes, Dad, I loved it." I wrap my lips around it again and continue stroking the shaft.
"Did she... go deep?" he pants.
He has difficulty speaking, like me when I am close. My ass is moving up and down with his breathing. I love the feeling of his dick in my mouth, how it moves, pulsates...
"Evi? Please tell? Wha...ht, did she dooh..."
I don't want to stop. I think he is close. I want him to cum. I want to taste what Mom tells me is so special.
He moves under me with sudden movements, and a moment later, something wet glides over my anus. Hands spread my buttocks, and I feel him worm it inside my sphincter. It's different from Belime's. Thick, spreading my sphincter so much more. I feel the tip of his tongue push against the walls of my bowels, and I can't stop a moan. This is so good.
"Lih...k that?" he says.
"Yes, but much deeper, I think, like a foot?"
He trembles under me, "I'm cumming, Evi, God!"
I don't get what he says immediately. The first squirt of his cum lands on my chin, and I quickly take it in my mouth. It tickles when it hits my tongue, his sperm hitting me like a jet of liquid when you squeeze it through a straw from those little drink packages. It's hot... slimy... slippery but tastes so sweet. It invades my mouth, and I swallow like Mom said he would love me to do. I love how his body shakes, his orgasm just as intense as mine. Something I missed when he came inside my pussy though that feeling of him twitching inside me was amazing.
I swallow his last spurt, like the tenth or something, and my butt is pulled backward. His nose pushes between my labia, and I hear him snort. His tongue, for the first time, laps at my cunt, and I squeal in delight. My stomach flutters. I don't know what to do. I press my face in his groin, his dick pushed against my ear. I follow the line with my tongue and pull myself deeper. I see his puckered anus... and I want to return what he did for me. I touch it, and I feel him flinch.
"Don't," he says. But like he is uncertain. I pull him apart, like opening thick curtains, and dive forward. He can lick me later. I smell him, but I don't care; I taste his bitterness, but I love him.
He loves this as much as I do, and I just tiptoe with my tongue on his anus, licking the ridges, making it wet with my spit.
I ask, "I can ask Belime to help. She can lick you inside. You want to feel her tongue deep?"
I hear him mumble, straining his neck to push his tongue into my cunt. He manages to push it in me, and his nose digs into my ass. I hear him say, "Sorry, please... y...you." His hands pull his ass cheeks aside to give me better access. I lick him as much as I can. I'm surprised when he shouts he has another orgasm, his body shakes, and I feel his dick pulsate against my neck.
I turn around, my body on his, enjoying his warmth. It is so nice and relaxing. My arousal is replaced by just feeling nice. Stretching like a cat, warm... love. I kiss his chest. Occasional little kisses to show him I am still there and to pay me attention.

I wake up. His hands cup my ass and softly squeeze them, "I'm sorry, I...I fell asleep."
"You've had a busy day."
"Nice," I tell him, his fingers slide through my buttcrack. "I didn't know it would be like this."

"We fit together, we both like that ass thing," I say.
"It's called rimming, and yes, that is not for everybody. I had not expected you to do that for me. But I loved it."
His eyes sparkle. I feel like I am his new gem... or at least the best-looking rock.
"Talking about fitting, I have something to fit you."
Only now I realize my legs are spread; my labia split wide on his hardness. He must have been rubbing me there. I am so wet I can hear the movements. I look into his eyes, afraid he... he smiles, and the opening of my vagina is stretched wide. I feel its discomfort briefly, but he is careful. "Ohw," I moan as I press my cheek against his chest.
It's so wonderful like this. I can see between us when I sit up. I see how he enters me, my pussy spread around that wonderful cock of his. It's so deep. I move up and down by myself, at my own slow pace, and enjoy that ridge, making squelching sounds that tell me it is dripping wet. It is me, my liquefied love leaking out and coating his balls. I look at it every now and then, lifting me from him and giggling. I love this so much, love him so much. I let myself fall forward, kiss his lips, and our tongues find each other. I feel him twitch, a warm feeling, and I know he is cumming inside me. He takes over, and fucks me as they do, how Belime was fucked by her brother. My body trembles and my legs shake as I near this most wonderful climax. I scream in his ear as he jackhammers me to an orgasm like I have never had before.

***

I feel my chest tingle when Josh looks open-mouthed at the machine we arrived in to take them. And it does look pretty badass... I can only hear lots of 'what the fuck's' as he steps inside. I smile and sit next to Belime, proud to be her friend.
My mother sits next to me. Her lips pressed into a smile.
"What?" I say.
"We should have done this before, something like this accident. Did you enjoy it?" she says.
"What? It was scary. Not fun," I say.
"Not that." Her kiss on my cheek surprises me, "the dried cum in your hair tells me something else happened."

***

The shade of the tree I lie under would dwarf the redwoods I never had a chance to visit. Its thick, leafy canopy spreads quickly fifty yards. And Belime tells me it should grow even larger. She has learned a few words in my language. Shaming me as I can't understand a single click or plop of theirs.
It all happened quickly, and I was shocked to see so few of them as they exited the facility's gate — maybe just two hundred. I remember crying as I thought of all they had lost. I didn't feel like the hero they said we were. Heroes do more.
We have a town here, a small community where it's just them... and my family. We are permitted to follow our laws in our city as long as we abide by the world when we are outside. The government was happy to give them what they wanted; the technology the Shadow People brought was too important.

Belime's "Awe, who wheady?" takes me out of my daydream. The pleasant heat of Death Valley under the shade of the trees relaxes me.
"I am not sure," I say.
Her giggle is contagious, and I giggle with her. She learned to do a human-sounding giggle, just like speech. They are amazing people.
I learned she is very close to my age, just a bit younger. I also learned that my name, translated in their language, meant something like a crooked tree or even many of them. I'm OK with being called 'Hero of the Shadow people.'
"Yhou,lll be fwine," she tells me, "Ywho mwothe a Fwathe whant it fwo yhou."
"I know." I smile at her. But I feel a cold sweat; it is the first time they have invited me to do what they love to do, and it scares me even though Belime and I almost daily, have some relaxing sex.
I love my dad and to be with my own family. We changed, not that we slept in the same bed as our new friends, but pretty much close to having sex openly. I feel a pain when my father has sex with my mother, but more like I want him to do that with me. And I know he will — shared love and lust.

And now I am invited to dinner and other activities.
My dad just said he was sorry he was not invited. I know he loves to have sex with Belime. And perhaps because he was doing that, they wanted to return the favor. I am sure they asked my parents before asking me.
They made me something vegetarian. It's like a sweet sauce with fruit floating in it. I love it. But with the last bite, I feel faint as I think about what is to come. They look at me like I'm dessert, but that should be reversed today.

Her dad takes my hand and leads me into their living room. I feel my heartbeat thumping in my neck as I am pushed towards the pillows, and the family eyes me with their predator grins. I am so fucked... I hope.