The Abduction: MFM Menage Alien Romance

by Nichole Allen

  That night when she lay down in bed she didn’t dream. No fantasies, no nightmares, nothing. Eventually she was woken by the sensation of someone gently running their fingers through her hair and when she stirred, Will was sitting on the edge of her bed.

  “Hey,” he whispered and for a panic filled moment Evie wondered where the rest of her family was. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

  Evie nodded, still half asleep. “I’m free.” She almost laughed.

  “That’s good,” he replied, “I hope he didn’t make you feel bad. I mean that from the proper stepbrother stance and from this other weird one where I think you are beautiful.”

  Evie smiled gravely. “I think he knew. That it was because of you. I should feel bad, but I don’t.”

  Will leaned down and kissed her. “Take your time. I won’t rush you into anything.” Then he rose up like he was going to return to his own room.

  “Will wait!” Evie hissed grabbing for his hand. He turned to face her. “Stay with me. Just for a little bit. Please.”

  She could see him wrestling with what was the right thing to do versus what he knew his desires were. He should have walked away and they could have laid together another time when their parents were away and Kate and Brandon would be too busy in their own lives to notice anything out of the norm. Instead, he stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed with her, setting an alarm on his phone to wake up and head back to his own room before their parents woke up.

  Evie fell asleep content after he wrapped his arms around her, his bare skin feeling good against what wasn’t covered in a tee shorts and shorts. She slept so well that she didn’t notice his alarm go off of feel him leave her for his own room. She didn’t dream and for the first time in a long time, she felt peaceful.

  *****

  The next morning Evie woke up and headed downstairs to make herself some breakfast. On the refrigerator was a note from her mother.

  Working at the office today. Kate is at a friend’s house. Leftover pizza for dinner? Love Mom

  Evie made herself a bagel before she noticed the sound of video game warfare coming from the family room. When she entered the room she noticed that Will and Brandon were smashing buttons furiously while their characters ran through a battleground on the screen. Brandon got the upper hand and Will’s character was blown to smithereens.

  “Yes!” Brandon celebrated. “Suck it Will!”

  “No practice today?” Evie asked with an amused smirk.

  “Nope. Today is a rest day,” Will explained before he told Brandon to play a solo campaign. Then he rose up and followed Evie back into the kitchen. When the sound of guns and explosions resumed, Will asked, “How are you doing?”

  “I’m fine, honest,” Evie assured, “It’s like being reborn as cheesy as it sounds.”

  Will shifted on his feet, “Do you have any plans today?”

  “Not really. I might go for a run later.” Evie sat the table and finished her bagel. “Do you want to come?”

  “Actually, I was hoping you’d want to come upstairs with me. Now that your single… I won’t feel guilty about touching you.”

  Evie looked at Will like he was crazy. They had talked about keeping things quiet until they decided on what was going on between them. Now he was talking about fooling around when Brandon was home.

  “Before you freak out, Brandon will not bother us. He’s got a day where my dad is at work and my sister isn’t around to fight over the TV. If we’re quiet, he won’t even know.” He walked behind Evie’s chair and put his hands on her shoulders. He rubbed them gently and made shivers go up down Evie’s spine.

  Evie had spent so long having fantasy about Will, wouldn’t she want to see if the real thing was a good, especially now that she had no one to answer to? She stole one more glance towards the family room where she could hear Brandon talking to someone on his gaming headset. If there was a time for them to explore without being interrupted, now was the time.

  Evie grabbed Will’s hand and pulled him up the stairs. Instead of taking him into her room, she continued down the hallway to his room instead. The room was full of hockey gear and sports memorabilia and she took in the way the room smelled like him before she pushed Will onto his bed and climbed on top of him.

  For a while they kissed each other. She kissed his lips until her own felt swollen, and then she moved to his jawline and his neck, loving the way she could hear him moan. He kissed her back and even nibbled on her neck and earlobes before she felt him sliding his hands under her shirt and playing with the clasp of her bra.

  Evie sat up and Will came with her. She pulled off her shirt as he unclasped her bra and she felt surprisingly confident as he took in her bare chest and then buried his face into her breasts. She had to bite her lip to keep from groaning loud enough that Brandon could hear her downstairs. Will closed his mouth around one of her nipples and Evie cursed. If what he was doing now felt good she could only imagine what other things would feel like. After he paid attention to her other breast, Evie clawed at his own tee-shirt so that she could see and touch every ab muscle.

  They froze when they heard Brandon walking around, but after they heard the distant sound of the microwave beeping they went back to the task at hand. Will got up and locked the door before pulling off his pants and Evie saw how aroused he was. She beckoned him over before she started to give him a hand job. Will was not only bigger than Keegan had been, but he was more girthier too. For the first time in a long time Evie wondered if she would finally be satisfied in bed. Evie gently twisted her hands around Will’s penis and was happy to see that he enjoyed the sensation. Now she wanted to make him feel unbelievable. She kissed his shaft before she continued the twisting motion while she sucked his cock. This time it was Will who had to put his hand over his mouth to stifle the swearing and moaning that was exiting his mouth.

  Evie was able to bob her head up and down a few times and take him to the hilt once before he backed away and pulled her up to standing.

  “I don’t want to finish without having done anything to you.” He pulled at her shorts and threw them across the room. A few seconds later her panties were discarded in a similar way. This time he pushed her gently so that she was laying on top of his bed. He skipped the finger play completely, and dropped to his knees, placing his mouth over her womanhood and licking and kissing her in ways that she had begged Keegan to do but he couldn’t be bothered. Evie was starting to feel less and less guilty about this breakup.

  “I think you should let me make you cum, and then I’d like to go all the way,” he said as he looked up from between her legs. “If you are comfortable of course.”

  Evie nodded, wondering how it was going to be possible for her to not scream as her wildest fantasies came to fruition. Will went back to eating her out and when he added two of his fingers inside of her it wasn’t long before the feeling of ecstasy was spreading throughout her whole body. She grabbed for one of Will’s pillows and put it over her mouth as she reached her climax and screamed with pleasure. Will climbed over her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he leaned down and kissed Evie.

  “I just want to make sure you are okay with this.”

  “Will, you just went down on me. I think I’m okay with this.”

  He grinned as realized how intimate they’d already been. “Okay. Here goes.”

  He slid easily into Evie as she was so wet from all the foreplay and began to thrust back and forth. Even though she had just climaxed, the unfamiliar feeling of a different person being inside of her and filling her up deliciously was already making her head towards a new orgasm. She wrapped her arms and legs around Will and moaned and gasped into his shoulders as he tried to pound faster and harder without making his bed squeak.

  “Am I better than he was?” Will asked with effort and it was so hot that Evie practically came right then and there. Will wanted to know if he was better in bed than Keegan. There was no contest. This was
better than all those dreams she’d been having and they were holding back so that they wouldn’t be discovered.

  “Oh my God yes,” Evie panted, “Yes Will, yes.”

  The compliment was all that he needed and he began to thrust with so much force that Evie came for the second time. Will pulled out of her just in time to make a mess all over her stomach but Evie was too euphoric to care. Will flopped onto the bed next to her and for a brief moment no one spoke. They attempted to control their breathing as they came back down to earth.

  “Wow,” Evie finally managed to muster, “Holy crap that was the best sex I ever had.”

  Will had found something to clean her up with and then he drew her close so that his forehead was against hers. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t think that this is going to be a phase. I want what we just did every day.”

  Evie smirked at him. “Me too. You have no idea.”

  *****

  A FEW MONTHS LATER

  Evie sat on the bleachers in the hockey rink where she had kissed Will for the first time. School was back in session and she’d come home for the weekend to watch Will’s team take on another college. She couldn’t help but feel exhilarated and proud as she watched him skate around quickly and check his opponents into the boards. He was so strong and it was obvious that he loved what he did.

  The summer had gone by quickly. Evie had grown comfortable in her new home and was proud to say that she’d gotten to know her new family very well. Some members she had gotten to know better than other. She and Will had started taking fewer runs together but spent a lot of their free time having sex in one of their bedrooms and even on their kitchen table while their parents had gone away for the weekend. Going back to school had made things a bit difficult, but she’d come home pretty regularly and sometimes when his team had away games Will would randomly show up at her dorm and they’d tell her roommate that he was a “friend.” There was no reason to make things more complicated than they already were.

  Keegan had reached out to her only once. Right when she’d moved back into school he had called her and asked her if she wanted to talk or hang out sometime. Evie never responded and he never contacted her again. It was the end of an era, a chapter of her life closed.

  Evie’s stepfather Craig was sitting next to her and had gone to the snack area of the rink to get hot chocolate. He handed her one and Evie thanked him as she warmed her hands.

  “Thanks, Craig,” she said happily, very happy that the man had fallen for his mother for many reasons beyond bringing Will into her life.

  “It’s no problem Evie,” he replied. “Thanks for supporting Will. It means a lot that you came home to see him play.”

  “I wouldn’t miss it,” Evie assured. She also didn’t want to miss what would happen after the game when she’d sneak into his room and do things to him that weren’t appropriate to share with his father.

  “You know, it’s crazy,” Craig said as he watched Will skate and attempt to score a goal. “He’s usually so open with me and for the last few months he’s been a little guarded. I thought maybe he had a girlfriend, but he hasn’t brought her around yet.” The man shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe I’m wrong.”

  Evie tried to hide her smirk because her stepfather was more right than he knew. Will and Evie had been talking about bringing up their strange relationship to their parents but they weren’t sure how to breach the subject. More so, they didn’t want to make things uncomfortable for Kate. They needed to do it soon because he was only a matter of time before they were caught sneaking around.

  “I’m sure he’ll tell you when the time is right,” Evie assured.

  Craig smiled at her. “He’s lucky to have such a caring stepsister. The whole thing worked out so nicely.”

  Once more Evie smiled. If only he knew how well she took care of his son. The moment ended when one of Will’s teammates scored and the bleachers became deafening with cheers and applause. Will and his line celebrated before they skated back towards the bench. As he climbed over this edge to get to his spot his caught Evie’s eye and waved at her. Evie waved back, thrilled to see how things with Will would play out.

  THE END

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  The Billionaire’s Forgotten Past

  Evan was beginning to feel caged and there was no explanation for it. He’d traveled the world and tried every kind of food known to man, even the really odd stuff like deep-fried insects covered in chocolate. He’d seen most of the wonders of the world and slept his way through nearly every fashion model on every continent. Life was becoming tedious and no amount of thrill seeking would shift the feeling.

  He had taken to walking the streets and parks, enjoying the fresh city air, or what passed as fresh air. It was autumn, and the leaves had turned red and yellow, scattering the sidewalk with a multitude of autumn tones. It was beautiful, particularly in his neighborhood, but there was something missing. He watched the couples hand in hand or arm in arm and, for the first time, he craved someone. Models made great plus ones but when it came to conversation, he hadn’t found one that had kept his interest for long.

  The trouble was that with his family gone he’d lost his roots and the stability that he’d created when his empire took off wasn’t something you could snuggle up to. He missed his grandmother’s home cooking and his mother’s cuddles. His grandmother was the last to go and, with her, all the grounding influence. He felt alone in his sky-high suite with all his gold, gadgets, and designer everything. He also felt hollow.

  His walks were taking him to increasingly darker places and when he ended up on the edge of the neighborhood where he’d grown up he felt a pang of nostalgia. The place was a dump. There was graffiti and litter on the streets and homes were tightly packed with rusty chain fences. The shops were dull and dirty rather than sparkling and welcoming. Many were boarded up.

  When he passed the school that he had gone to as a small boy he saw the same scruffy kids and the tired mothers waiting at the gate. His mother had worn the same look and she’d died before he had managed to create a successful business. She had died poor and been buried poor. He had upgraded her gravestone but she never got to see her son do well or benefit from his success.

  Several days in a row he skirted the border of the place that he’d called home his entire childhood and he’d unconsciously begun to dress more suitably for the walks. He’d left his Rolex on the kitchen counter and opted for less obvious labels. He didn’t like the way people judged him in the poor areas; it made him feel dirty, somehow, and he wasn’t used to that. He had spent the last few years feeling proud of his accomplishments and to have someone look him over and then turn away with a sneer was alien to him. There had been a time when he’d had the same reaction for the opposite reasons and now he was back walking the streets of his early life with a nostalgic viewpoint. He was obviously going through a glitch in his life.

  When he saw a group of people lining up outside the church hall, the same church hall that he had spent every Sunday morning in as a child, he was curious as to what they were waiting for. As he got closer, he could smell the scent of warm bread and the cozy glow in the windows drew him in along with everyone else.

  “Well, I know you didn’t come for soup?” a loud voice rang out.

  He flinched, feeling like a trespasser who had been caught red handed, and turned to the sharp voice. He was surprised to find that it belonged to a woman who couldn’t have topped the five-foot marker. She had her hands on her hips and a whole mountain of voluptuous braided hair swung from her head and across her shoulders. Her dark skin was accented with cherry lipstick that drew his eyes to her pretty, full lips.

  “Well, don’t just stand there. You’re blocking the entrance. You want soup you can line up; if not you can wash up and grab an apron,” she said shooing him off.

  He entered the warm yellow painted room that was both familiar to him and looked
different, maybe smaller. A man motioned for Evan to join him and he followed into a smaller room. It was strangely comforting to have people, strangers at that, telling him what to do. He decided that it couldn’t hurt to see where the night was going.

  “Hang your coat here,” the man said handing him a stiff apron. “I’m Stu by the way.”

  “I’m Evan,” he replied and pulled the apron over his head.

  “Tonight, Evan, I need you to wipe tables when they get dirty, retrieve the used bowls and bring them back here. When they pile up, I’m gonna need you to wash up. But first of all, you can hand out the rolls,” Stu said, leading him to several trays full of freshly baked rolls.

  Evan’s stomach rumbled because the rolls brought back the smell of his grandmother’s kitchen. As he handed them to the shabbily dressed people that filtered through the door he remembered the afternoons when he’d sit in his grandmother’s kitchen discussing his day with her and, later on, his aspirations. She’d always encouraged him and he had trusted her opinion. He was pretty sure that without her input he wouldn’t have made the brilliant decisions that led to his first million.

  He also watched the dainty woman with the big hair but she ignored him. She was quick on her feet and firm with the customers. She reminded him of someone but he couldn’t figure out who. She was nothing like the women he surrounded himself with these days. Her cheeks weren’t angular, they were plump and dimpled; her cleavage was covered with a plain wooly jumper, and her feet were encased in flat boots that looked warm and snug. She was dressed for practicality but she wasn’t dowdy.

  “Dream on, buddy,” Stu said snickering.

  *****

  When Evan stood in the doorway to her soup kitchen she nearly fell down with shock. The last time she’d seen him he’d been packing to live on the other side of town and she had been crying in the apartment opposite. His parents had died in quick succession, leaving him to live just a few miles away at his grandmother’s house which shouldn’t have been far enough to keep them apart, yet somehow it had. She had lost her friend and now that friend stood before her with no clue as to who she was.