Alien Affair

by Gloria Martin

  “She's made it obvious that she has feelings for us too, if she kissed you like that,” Pov said softly, staring at the ground between them. He was calculating.

  “Then what? I don't want her to have to choose, that would mean one of us is pissed off for the rest of the mission,” Bren complained, taking a drink of his coffee. He loved her and he wanted her to be happy though, if she asked him to he'd set his feelings aside. He knew this.

  “Why can't we just share?” Pov asked. The angry look that Bren shot him made him flinch and explain himself. “I know she's not an item to be passed off between us, I'm not saying that, I'm just saying why make her pick? Why not just go all in together?” Pov explained.

  “I'm not gay,” Bren commented defensively.

  “It would be all about her, not us,” Pov countered. “It would be both of us in a relationship with her, we could lay the lines out for it more clearly with her if she'd have us,” he said as he looked up at Bren.

  “Do you think she'd go for it?” Bren asked concerned, he hadn't considered this before.

  “I think that she'd love it, she told me she's married to the job, so why not have the crew as well,” Pov said smiling.

  “Alright,” Bren replied. “Let's give it a go.”

  When she left her room an hour later Juniper was dressed in the best dress she owned, it was sleek black and the hem had a pattern of small ribbon-like pricks that made it look like stars and galaxies were visible up her calves and thighs. She had washed her hair and worn it down, letting her natural curl be visible throughout her mahogany locks. On her feet were her only pair of heels, making her legs look like they went forever.

  As she walked onto the observation deck she felt as beautiful as space itself.

  Pov was already seated at the table, and the way he looked at her when she walked in made her feel naked and almost feral.

  “You…” he paused his words to stand up and pull out a chair for her. “You look incredible.”

  Juniper smiled demurely, sitting in the seat and looking at the table setting. It was an odd one, hers in the middle and the two other seats on either side of her instead of across from her as they usually sat. Before she had time to mention it, Bren was coming out of the kitchen with a couple trays of food.

  By the time all the food was brought out, Juniper could see he’d gone overboard in the most delicious way. There were Cornish game hens, that had originally been saved for holidays, a dish of cooked mushrooms and green beans in a brown sauce, red skin mashed potatoes, a brown gravy, and tomatoes stuffed with rice and veggies. It was almost too luxurious.

  “What’s all this about?” she asked, legitimately curious.

  “Enjoy your food, we can explain that later,” Pov responded, filling her wine glass.

  “How did your report go?” Bren asked, cutting into his hen.

  “It went well, actually, looking back I realized how lucky we were to get out of there,” she stated matter-of-factly as she lifted a fork full of mashed potatoes to her lips. Her shipmates nodded in agreement.

  The meal went by really well, they were able to just talk and enjoy each other’s company in a way the three of them hadn’t since they started the mission. As Pov gathered the dishes, Bren was in the kitchen finishing setting up the dessert.

  “What is this?” she asked him again, he smiled at her and her face warmed.

  “We’ll tell you over dessert,” he answered, before taking the dishes into the kitchen.

  Dissatisfied with that answer, but happily full from dinner, Juniper settled back in her chair and tried to relax. Dessert was ice cream with real fruit on it. It looked so fresh, Juniper was surprised at this, not thinking there was any more real fruit left on the ship except for the strawberries they were growing in the hydroponics bay. The men settled into their chairs next to her, and didn’t touch their dessert yet. She looked back and forth between them expectantly.

  “We’ve been talking,” Bren began, resting his hand on Junipers.

  “We both have extremely strong feelings for you, and we don’t want to have to make you choose, it would just cause tension, so we were hoping you’d be happy with having the both of us,” Pov continued, smiling. Juniper’s face flushed.

  “I have honestly been thinking about the same thing,” she admitted. “I didn’t know how to word it, but I’m so relieved you were both thinking the same thing,” her heart was fluttering in a rapid beat in her chest. “I like you both, you've helped me through so much here, and I've grown to be so attached,” she paused. “I'm sorry that I ever let you feel like an interruption of the work, you're both more important to me than that,” she said, looking between the two of them.

  “I feel the same for you,” Pov said, Bren nodded.

  “I would love to date both of you,” she concluded, feeling her face grow redder. It was embarrassing letting them know how she really felt.

  “Good, that’s so excellent,” Bren said, obviously pleased.

  “So this is our first date then,” Pov motioned to the table. “What did you think?”

  Juniper wanted to laugh, and she let herself. A soft giggle that she didn’t expect to come out of her own mouth.

  “I think I’d love to thank you both for such a lovely evening after dinner,” she flirted coyly, it was the men’s turn to blush. Juniper lifted her glass to her lips and took a long draw of the wine, she was excited to show them how she felt.

  ***

  They had ended up in Pov’s room as he had the largest bed. Bren was busy kissing Juniper, their lips sweet still with the taste of the fruit from dessert. Pov was taking the opportunity to help Juniper undress by unzipping her gown. He kissed her back, from the nape of her neck down to the curve of her back, before he removed the dress, eliciting a moan from Juniper into Bren’s mouth.

  They had Juniper lay on the bed, Bren pulled down her lacy black underwear, and quickly Pov had his hot and wet tongue on the lips between her legs, kissing and licking, the cold metal of his arms against her legs aroused her even further. She moaned again, bunching her fingers in his ginger hair. Squirming as he circled his tongue around her clit.

  Beside the bed, Bren was making a little bit of a show for her, taking off his shirt to reveal a very well-muscled chest. Her eyes were drawn down the center of his six-pack abs, down to the waistband of his pants. He began to take them off.

  “When they got to me after the accident, a lot of me had to be replaced, but they made sure that I could do everything a man would want to do,” Bren stated. He dropped his pants to the floor and Juniper could clearly see something heavy in his underwear, she wanted it. “They didn’t go for the natural look, but they really did make it into a work of art,” he said smiling at the expression on her face.

  Pov slipped a finger into her entrance while he continued to circle her clit with his tongue and she gasped, distracted.

  “Take them off,” she said, motioning to his underwear, she had to see this.

  It was beautiful.

  It jutted out from him in glorious shiny silver colored metal, a stripe of glowing red light went straight up the bottom, it was handsomely thick and she wanted it so bad.

  “It’s so big,” she murmured, excited and intrigued.

  “Which is why it’ll work best with the three of us,” Pov explained, his face was shining from her juices, his dark eyes looked hungry and lustful. She pulled him up and kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue but not caring.

  “Get in me,” she murmured to Pov. He wasn’t going to argue. He stretched her again with his fingers briefly before putting on a condom and sliding in, his human cock was hot and felt just right. She moaned, and Bren came over and kissed her again, Pov started increasing his speed. Juniper could feel herself getting close, and she was ready, so ready. Pov’s thrusts started to become erratic, moving faster and more forcefully inside her until they came together. His hands had placed fresh bruises on her hips and she loved it. She kissed him sweetly and he pull
ed out and kissed her thigh before discarding the condom.

  “I want you to ride me,” Bren growled, his voice had gotten deeper with lust and Juniper was definitely responding to it.

  “Thank you,” she said softly. Bren sat on the bed, his head against the headboard, and Juniper crawled towards his lap. She tested the texture of his beautiful cock with her fingers, and then her tongue and lips. Bren moaned and leaned his head back. “You can feel it?” she asked in wonder, amazed and excited.

  “Every bit,” he responded, patting his lap. Obediently, Juniper climbed onto his lap, her entrance fluttering with excitement and anticipation. “Easy now,” he said, leading her hips down onto him.

  The burn of the stretch was exquisite.

  “Fuck,” she said aloud, lowering herself slowly. It was hot and wasn’t giving at all, but it was so thick she couldn’t stand how good it made her feel. She bottomed out on it, waiting for a moment to move back up over it again, thankful for how wet she was. She could feel the bed dip as Pov sat down on the bed behind her, watching in rapt attention.

  As she got used to it, she began to speed her pace a bit, Bren’s hands guiding her up and down, his eyes devouring her in pure ecstasy.

  “Oh god, Bren,” she moaned. “I don’t know what to do with myself, I feel so full of you,” she said, arching her back and still going at the best pace she could.

  “There’s more,” Bren said gently, his smile was wicked. “Are you ready June?” he asked, making eye contact.

  “If it gets any thicker I’ll split in half,” she said, laughing a little but getting cut off in a moan.

  “Count down from three for me,” his grip on her hips tightened.

  “Three, two,” she pauses to gasp, and then, “one.”

  It felt like the entire world had imploded on her. Not only was his amazing cock large, but now it was also vibrating as he helped her move up and down on it. She sobbed out in surprise and arousal, she was extremely close to coming and she felt like she was dying in the best way.

  “Come for me June,” Bren said softly, and within a couple more moments she did.

  She was shaking so hard, the world around her was just a hum and the slapping of skin, she felt like she had left her body and was flying openly among those planets and stars that she spent so much time chasing after. As she came down from it Pov kissed her softly, helping her lay on her back and relax, her breath came out in desperate gasps and her whole body felt like it was pleasantly pulsing.

  “You’re so good,” Bren said, leaning over and lying next to her and Pov.

  “I think you two just screwed the life out of me,” she said, not caring how crass it sounded. She could really do this, have her career and travel to the unknown and back, and still get to have a fulfilling life emotionally as well. She loved these men and they both loved her, she felt endlessly lucky. She kissed both of the men again softly before catching herself drifting into a warm and dreamless sleep.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 35 of 40

  Protected by My Hero

  He is coming.

  I am huddled behind the largest tree I can find. I’m shivering though I know it’s not from the cold. As I crouch down as near to the ground as I can get, I see puffs of white breath float on the air in front of me. A sudden fear comes over me. It’s a strange and irrational fear, but a fear nonetheless. What if he can see my breath? What if these little puffs of air are giving me away?

  I put my hand over my mouth to keep myself from breathing. Keep myself from screaming.

  I can hear his breathing. It is dark and heavy and, though he is not near enough to me now, I know that it smells rancid.

  I didn’t mean for it to happen. No one believes me when I say that, not even my dad, but it’s the truth. I didn’t mean to fall in love with my stepbrother.

  It’s true, I’d always thought he was hot. Ever since I met him when I was only thirteen. He was a tall, well-muscled sixteen-year-old who played football. Mike had dark hair that occasionally flopped into his bright blue eyes and a smile that could melt your heart. I don’t think there was a thirteen-year-old girl alive who wouldn’t have developed a little crush on him.

  But, when my Dad married Mike’s Mom a year later, it became clear that he intended to treat me as nothing more than a little sister. He taught me how to throw a football, gave me advice on boys and even introduced me as his little stepsister to his friends while fondly ruffling my hair.

  So, that’s all I thought I’d ever be. As time went by, I grew out of my chubby awkward phase, and came to appreciate my curves and wear them well. Mike grew up too and became a Navy SEAL. I slowly put my thoughts about us ever being together aside.

  But, that all changed when I got the package.

  It came for me when both Mike and I were home for Thanksgiving.

  We’d just sat down to a huge turkey dinner made by Mike’s mom when the doorbell rang.

  “I’ll get it,” my dad said. He stopped at the front door and I followed Mike and Linda, my step mom into the kitchen. He was gone less than two minutes before joining us in the kitchen.

  “Sabrina, there’s a package for you,” he said, “I put it on the table in the entry hall

  “Who delivers on Thanksgiving?” I asked, feeling more than a bit curious.

  “I don’t know,” Dad said, “there was no one there when I opened the door. Just a package sitting on the front step.”

  “I’ll go take a look at it,” I said standing from the table.

  “Sabrina, don’t you think it can wait until after dinner,” Linda said with a hint of impatience. I was too curious to wait. I hadn’t received a package at my dad’s house since I’d lived there in high school.

  “I’ll be right back, I promise,” I said. And, with that, I moved quickly to the entrance way.

  Just as dad had promised, the package lay on the small end table by the front door. It was covered in plain brown paper. The wrapping was neat, almost immaculate.

  A feeling of intense unease came over me as I cautiously picked it up.

  My name: Sabrina Bellsmith was indeed written in sharp bold letters on the outside of the package just above my parents’ address.

  I looked to the right-hand corner, but there was no return address and no indication of who might have sent it.

  Taking the package in hand, I stepped back inside, closing the door behind me.

  With my heart pounding in my chest, I decided it was best to open it here rather than at the dinner table.

  Cautiously, I picked the package up and ripped it open. Inside was a small, plain wooden box. My name was, again, written in bold letters on the top.

  When I opened this box, my heart caught in my throat.

  I was looking at over fifty pictures of myself. But, they were not pictures I remembered having taken nor were they pictures I wanted to have taken.

  They were pictures of me on my way to school in Manhattan, pictures of me on the subway, taken through the window of restaurants where I was eating dinner. I flipped through all of them with a growing amount of dread. When I finally reached the last one, I felt my entire body froze.

  It was a picture of me in my bedroom completely naked. There was a piece of paper underneath this last picture but, I didn’t dare look at it.

  Instead, I let out a loud gasp and dropped the box. This sent my Dad rushing from the table to me, immediately followed by Mike and my stepmother, Linda.

  “Sweetheart, what is it?” Dad asked, immediately putting his arm around me. I found that I could do nothing but point with a shaking finger to the package I had received.

  To my surprise, it was Mike who boldly stepped forward and picked up the box while Dad kept his arm firmly around my shoulders and Linda lingered in the background.

  I watched as Mike flipped through the pictures an increasing amount of shock and something like rage darkening his face with each one. When he finally reached the last one, the one that made me drop the box, his
face colored for one moment with something other than rage. It looked as though he was blushing. A moment later, I saw his free hand curl into a fist, anger once again present.

  “Sabrina,” he said with a quiet growl that I knew spelled danger for someone, “do you have any idea who took these?”

  He looked up at me sharply as I shook my head ‘no’. Then I remembered…

  “There’s a note,” I told him shakily, “at the bottom of the box. I didn’t read it.”

  Immediately, Mike bent towards the box still on the ground and picked up the note.

  As he read it, his face turned from red to pale as the blood seemed to drain out of him. It was a look I had never seen my stepbrother wear.

  “Mike?” Linda asked stepping forward hesitantly. “What does it say.”

  Mike didn’t answer but silently handed the note to his mother before turning away from all of us and running one hand over his face.

  Linda looked at the note and read aloud:

  “Tell your brother I said ‘hi’. It’s signed J,” she said.

  “Mike?” Dad asked, his arm still clutched protectively around me, “do you know someone that would do this?”

  It was a long, silent moment before Mike turned to face us.

  “Yeah,” he answered finally, “I think I do.”

  *****

  We sat back at the table, the front door firmly locked behind us, intermittently nibbling at our turkey. Mike told us about the mysterious ‘J’.

  His name was James McBride. Mike had testified at his trial three years earlier. James had been a fellow SEAL. According to Mike, he’d always had a temper and a certain contempt for women. One night at a bar, James had begged for Mike’s help with a woman he’d raped and nearly choked to death. Mike had agreed to drive the woman to the hospital and stayed to make sure that she was taken care of.

  In the morning despite protest, begging and even threats from James, Mike reported the incident to his superior officers.

  “But, I thought he’d been put away,” Linda said, “I thought he’d been convicted.”