Béla smiled and tossed a shoulder. “It’s all right. Just go to sleep. Tomorrow, everything will work itself out.”
“Thank you,” Alicia replied, grateful that she wasn’t going to have to make love to her main competition for Jake’s affection. She also realized that Béla had made it possible for Walter to be saved without spending a night with Béla while she initiated him into their family.
‘No wonder Dad admires her so much. She always seems to have the right answer for everything.’
Then she was asleep. When she woke up, it was daylight again, and the other half of the bed was cold and empty. Béla had left hours ago to handle other things…
‘Perhaps she’s gone to make amends with Jake for not being with him last night. I really shouldn’t be jealous – they are married, after all…’
She went downstairs.
“Where is everybody?” Alicia asked no one, walking into the kitchen.
‘Oh, well. It’s Jake’s house – and I’m alone. Why am I surprised?’
She began checking through cabinets in the kitchen, hoping to find something she could eat that wasn’t too difficult to fix. She stood, looking at a box of pancake batter, trying to read the instructions. She grinned in irony as she remembered the first time her dad tried to teach her how to do pancakes.
“Who knows, sweetie,” her dad said. “You might be in a fix someday and all you have to eat is pancake batter. You should know how to fix it!”
“Well, Dad,” Alicia murmured to herself. “You were right, once again. All I have to eat is pancake batter and I don’t know how to fix it.”
“Add water and mix,” a sarcastic voice sounded from behind her.
Alicia jumped and dropped the box. It landed with a soft powdery ‘poof’ on the floor. Her son’s half-sister Lisa was standing in the doorway. They both looked down at the box and the lovely oval pattern of fine powder extending out across the floor from where the box had come open when it hit.
“Crap!” Alicia said.
She picked up the box and looked around for a broom or something.
“Walk this way,” Lisa told her, sounding mildly anxious.
As Alicia began to walk toward the kitchen door, she was almost tripped by a small vacuum that popped out from beneath the counter she’d been standing next to. The vacuum noisily began to erase the oval pattern of pancake flour off the floor.
Lisa reached out and took the box from her stepmother’s hand. She loosely poured some into a bowl she got down and added some water. Mixing it up, she decided she needed more water. In the meantime, Alicia was playing with the stove, deciding to have some fun with this, too. She managed to get the griddle to come out. Lisa had to show her how to heat it up.
The pancakes were thin and almost tasteless. Neither of them knew what Jake did to make them more palatable. They playfully argued back and forth about who was the worst cook. As a result, they found something else to do with the remaining batter.
“I am not!” Lisa exclaimed, taking a spoonful of batter and spackling her stepmother’s blouse with it.
Alicia shrieked, then reached her bare hand into the bowl and, taking a dripping handful of pasty goo, smeared it on the little brat that just ruined her blouse. They were fighting almost like sisters.
Instead of getting mad, Lisa licked a finger full of goo off her smeared nightshirt.
“Tastes better raw,” she declared.
Alicia tasted some too.
“You’re right, it does!” Alicia exclaimed. “Have some more!”
She flung a handful of batter at Lisa. Lisa opened her mouth. Alicia’s aim was close, but not close enough. The batter spackled Lisa’s face. Grinning evilly, Lisa grabbed the bowl and dumped it over Alicia’s head, both girls shrieking wildly at the top of their lungs. They both slipped on the messy floor and fell flat on top of each other.
Somehow, Alicia’s blouse had come unbuttoned and Lisa was licking pancake batter off her bare tits. She was sucking more than she was licking.
Her tits hadn’t been sucked on since she’d weaned her son, Zachary. During that time, her (first) daughter, Jackie, had informed her of the impending calamity regarding the future of mankind, and Alicia had instructed her body monitor that she didn’t want any more kids – at least, not for awhile. In addition, her constant worrying had ruined her sex life with her husband.
Overwhelmed by the sudden lust in her body, Alicia arched her back, shoving her tender tit further into Lisa’s mouth before she consciously realized what she was doing. She was almost to orgasm before she realized that Béla’s daughter was seducing – no, raping – her!
“Stop!” Alicia cried.
Lisa raised her head from her stepmother’s breast, surprised. Alicia could feel her body being inspected from head to toe by the mind of the alien girl on top of her. Suddenly Lisa’s hand was between her legs, pushing her over the edge, making her come. Alicia cried out, both in orgasm and protest.
Lisa smiled down at her. “Now you do me,” she said, grinning like an elf.
“No! Absolutely not!” Alicia exclaimed.
She started to get up. Lisa slammed her back down on the floor, both hands on her shoulders.
“Why not?” Lisa demanded to know. She sounded hurt and confused. “I did it to you – now you do it to me! I want it to happen to me, too!”
“It’s not right!” Alicia exclaimed. “Girls don’t do that to each other!”
She suddenly felt her mind merging with Lisa’s. Lisa’s mind was wide open – powerful – simple – easy to read.
Alicia could see that Lisa truly didn’t understand sexual relationships. But she was obsessed with sexual feelings. There was even an image in Lisa’s mind of Alicia’s parents doing something really wild – scorching the hell out of her mother’s body just to increase her sensuality while they made love. That scene was confusing, but incredibly arousing to both of them.
“See?” Lisa said earnestly. “You like it, too! Do that to me!”
Alicia moaned, realizing that it would be incredibly easy to accept Lisa’s simplistic view of the world and forget her own moral complexities – at least for an hour or so.
Lisa, taking that to mean ‘yes’, flooded her stepmother’s body with wanton abandon; the same emotion that was driving her own soul right now. Moaning their need to each other, Alicia and Lisa embraced on the floor, kissing passionately and undulating their bodies against each other.
“No,” Alicia managed to whisper – one last feeble attempt to retain control of her senses.
Lisa would have none of it. She simply took over her stepmother’s mind – overloading her sensory capacity with pure lust. Now, all either of them could think about was completion and making her lover feel complete. They ground their pelvises into each other’s hips, their mouths finding each other’s necks.
Then they were both in full Sapphic vampire mode, each biting into the others’ neck and sucking joyfully as they humped their pelvises against each other. They weren’t even fully undressed, they were so eager for release.
Their minds were merged together as tightly as their bodies while each experienced what the other was feeling. Was that Alicia’s nails clawing Lisa’s back? Or the other way around? It didn’t matter. They both experienced the tearing sensation of hot flesh under sharp nails. Then they were both screaming and humping against each other as hard as they could.
Lisa lay on her stepmother, trembling and weak from their shared orgasms. Alicia, finally in control of her own mind once again, shoved the alien girl off her without any preamble. Her bare tits heaved at the ceiling as she caught her breath. Her body tingled strangely. She felt both invigorated and exhausted at the same time. But what she felt most was rising anger.
“That’s called rape!” Alicia exclaimed, still breathless, still staring at the ceiling.
“Maybe,” Lisa admitted, also breathless and lying unseen on the floor next to her. “But you liked it…”
They both managed to get to their feet after several minutes. They staggered into the living room and onto the couch. They both lay, exhausted and weak, unable to speak for several more minutes. Lisa recovered first.
“Wanna go again?” she asked, still breathing heavily.
“What?” Alicia asked, dumbfounded.
“We’re still conscious,” Lisa explained, gazing at her stepmother. “We should do it until we aren’t.”
Alicia managed to sit up, staring in disbelief at the alien girl who claimed to be her stepdaughter.
“Our worlds are so far apart that I can’t even begin to tell you how wrong what you did to me was,” began Alicia. “You violated my freedom of choice, you enslaved me to your will. You raped me!”
She was almost shouting by the time she finished.
“Crap! You liked it!” Lisa cried defensively. “You sucked as much blood as me! Don’t act like you’ve never had sex before! It’s never been that good for you! I could see it in your mind! I made it happen for you better than anyone you’ve ever known!”
“That’s not the point!” cried Alicia angrily. “I didn’t want to! You forced me! You didn’t have my permission to use me like that!”
“You liked…” Lisa’s defiant response was interrupted.
“Incoming message from Frank Tabor. Connect call?” the wall unit said.
“Crap!” Lisa said. “Yes! Connect!”
“No!” cried Alicia. “Video off!”
They were both still naked from the waist up. From head to toe, they were covered with pancake batter and drying blood.
“Hi, Lisa,” Frank said. Then he frowned. “Are you okay? It looks like you’ve been fighting!”
“Video off!” cried Alicia.
The unit, not programmed to her voice code, ignored her. But the unit at her father’s house heard her and shut off its video. They could no longer see him.
Alicia, realizing what had happened, changed tactics.
“Video on! Incoming video off!” she cried.
Now she could see her father, but he couldn’t see them – hopefully.
“What the hell is going on there?” Frank demanded to know. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Alicia called out from across the room to the console. “We’re fine. We’re not decent right now. Can you call back later?”
“No,” Frank said, making up his mind. “I’m coming over.”
“Oh, crap!” both girls said together.
“Transmission terminated,” the wall console said.
“You think he heard us?” Lisa asked, meaning the bad word they’d both said.
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