Alien Exchange Program

by Robert Lubrican

  "Are you saying you're jealous?" he teased.

  She blinked several times and then buried her face in his chest. Her muffled voice came to him clearly, though.

  "Oh my gosh! I think I am!"

  She leaned back again and looked up into his face.

  "I can't be jealous! That's ridiculous!"

  "No it's not," he said, calmly. "Right now I can tell you that the thought of you being like this ... like we've been together ... with any other guy in the whole world makes me wish I was Wolverine so I could slash him to shreds."

  "Well that's not fair," said Carly, quite seriously.

  "Maybe not, but that's how I feel," he said.

  "So I have to share you with Sherry, but if the two of you are busy I'm not allowed to be happy with some other guy?"

  He could feel the resistance in her body, trying to break the hug. He didn't let her go.

  "Sherry probably won't want to have anything to do with me once she finds out I'm back in this body."

  "Yes she will. She loved your cock."

  "When you wore it," he said. "Remember? She said she'd never have done it except it was you inside the body."

  "If you think she's going to lose interest in your cock just because it changed owners, then you're very stupid, Craig."

  "Why are we arguing?" he asked. "I'd rather kiss you, instead."

  It was instinct that caused him to grind his erection against her. They'd both noticed it while they were kissing, but it had slipped from their minds while they traded harsh words. It was his unconscious attempt to "get things back on track."

  She stiffened, but it was because what he did felt good ... too good. It made her want to tear off her clothes and rub her body all over his. But the agitation she felt, the agitation she knew wasn't sexual but otherwise couldn't quite identify the source of, gave her the control to resist her natural urges.

  She pushed with her hands on his chest.

  "Let me go!" she said.

  "What's wrong?" he asked, sounding hurt.

  "You're such a .... boy!" she said, fiercely.

  "What does that mean?" he asked, confused.

  "It means all you want to do is get in my pants," she accused.

  "I never said that," he defended. All the while he thought, "What a good idea!"

  It mattered not. Carly's mind had returned to her female body, and now she was able to indulge herself in a common female pursuit.

  That of being angry for reasons she didn't particularly want to examine too much.

  "If not mine, then Sherry's," she said, harshly. "Get out of here. This is my room!"

  Oddly, what Craig felt was familiar in a sadly comforting way. He had borne this kind of scorn before, and even at the tender age of eighteen, knew there was nothing a man could do about it when a woman got this way.

  Even if that woman was his twin sister.

  *****

  Fran and Jack interpreted the silence at supper to mean that the kids were having a tough time playing their roles.

  They were right, but they had no idea which roles the kids were having trouble with.

  Advice, and words of support and comfort flowed from the parents' mouths.

  The kids just ate.

  But Carly calmed down.

  She thought about how crazy everything had been. How scary everything had been. And, other than Craig, Sherry had been the only other person who actually helped try to control the craziness. That had led to craziness of another sort, but at least that was normal crazy. Carly had experienced feelings of sexual attraction toward Sherry for years. And being in a different body had only determined the way in which that attraction was acted out. She still felt the same thing for her best friend. Sherry was good people. Was it any surprise that Craig had been affected too?

  Of course not.

  Would she lose what she and Sherry had, now that they were switched back?

  Of course not.

  Even if Sherry and Craig stayed ... close?

  She didn't think so.

  That changed to "of course not," when the next question she asked herself was, "Will I lose what I have with Craig if he and Sherry get together?"

  It was inconceivable. What she felt for her brother would last forever, and she was willing to bet her life he felt the same way.

  She loved him. She loved Sherry too. She recognized she'd gotten mad at him on purpose, because a girl is supposed to believe a man can only love one woman at a time. But it was obvious that was crap, because she loved two people at the same time, and that didn't threaten either of those loves.

  "Maybe tomorrow will go better," said Fran. Carly realized she'd been thinking so deeply she hadn't been listening to the drone of her parents' voices. She hoped she hadn't missed anything important. The next thing she thought of was, "I can always ask Craig."

  To grease those skids, she put her hand under the table and reached to squeeze his thigh, high up on his leg.

  *****

  "You need to make up your mind," said Craig, once they were behind his bedroom door. They'd watched TV with the folks. Carly had sat beside him and leaned against him. That hadn't raised any red flags with the parents. The twins had acted that way for years.

  "I'm sorry," she said, hugging him. "It was stupid. I'm over it now."

  "What was ... it?" he asked. "Wait. Will you get mad again if you tell me?"

  "No," she sighed.

  "Okay. So tell me. I mean I want to know so I don't do whatever I did again that made you mad."

  "You're going to do it again," she said, stoically.

  "What?"

  "Want me and Sherry at the same time."

  "Oh."

  "But it's okay. I was jealous, but I'm not anymore."

  "How can that be?" he asked.

  "Because I love both of you, and all you're doing is the same thing. I can't be mad that you're doing something I'm also doing."

  "Oh," he said.

  "And I decided you won't stop loving me just because you fall in love with somebody else."

  "Let's not rush things," he said. "I like Sherry a lot, but I don't feel nearly for her what I feel for you."

  "Mmmm," said Carly, smiling. This time she was the one who rubbed her loins against his. She blinked.

  "You're not hard!"

  "You were mad at me," he said.

  "But I put my hand on your leg, and sat next to you for TV," she said.

  "I wasn't sure you weren't just acting," he said. "I was afraid that if I got hard, you'd get even madder."

  "Poor Craig," she crooned.

  And she kissed him to assure him she wasn't mad.

  *****

  Making out is fun, but it may have an evolutionary purpose as well. When one is involved in serious making out, one forgets the cares of the day, the dangers of hunting mastodons, and the back breaking work of weeding the garden. All one has to do while making out is pay attention to how wonderful it feels.

  It's a stress reducer, even though it creates a different kind of stress. And it stokes the fires of the libido, which means things progress to the baby making part that is critical to evolution. Your species can't evolve if it dies out. That's not evolution. It's extinction.

  And making out under these circumstances is, in a poor country cousin kind of way, like having makeup sex after an argument.

  Granted, the argument hadn't been that bad.

  But making up after any argument, when you're a twin, is different than it is when the relationship is less close than what twins often share.

  Both wanted to make up.

  Both wanted to feel bare skin touching.

  Both wanted to do that in bed.

  The fire was brought to high heat, but not quite high enough to boil over. It took a full hour before kissing, and stroking , and rubbing against each other was no longer enough to satisfy.

  What escalated things was when she reached between them and grasped his rigid penis, bringing the tip to rub against her clit
. One of her legs was bent, the knee lying on his hip, which opened her up and gave her all the room she needed to swab the tip of his leaking prick around in her opening.

  He groaned, and his tongue worked against hers more frantically.

  She leaned back, still using him to please her.

  "What did it feel like?" she asked.

  The question seemed odd, because she was still doing what she seemed to be talking about in past tense. But he was a smart boy.

  "What did what feel like?" he asked.

  "When I ... fucked you," she said. She punctuated that question by digging the tip of his cock up inside her a little bit.

  "Not like this," he groaned.

  "Tell me!" she demanded.

  "I felt full. Like I'd eaten too much, but not in the stomach."

  "Did it hurt?"

  "Oh, hell no," he said. "Wait. Yes, but I liked it. Does that make sense?"

  "No."

  "How'd it feel to you?" he asked.

  "It felt like my cock had been stuck inside something that was on fire, except it didn't burn or hurt."

  "If I tell you a secret, do you promise not to laugh at me?" he asked.

  "Sure," she said, blithely.

  "One time, I got a washcloth wet under the hot water and then used it to beat off, thinking it would feel like a hot pussy."

  Her laughter tinkled between them.

  "You promised," he accused, but there was no heat in it because she was still pushing the head of his cock around in the mouth of her pussy.

  "Craig?"

  "Yes?"

  "I don't want to be a virgin anymore."

  "Technically, you're not," he said, and then winced, as he realized he had provided an argument against doing something he desperately wanted to do.

  "I want to know what it feels like," she said, immediately. "As a girl," she added.

  "I want to know what it feels like too," he said, already breathing deeply. "But do you think we should?"

  "My period ... your period ... was a week ago," she said, almost giggling at the thought that she hadn't had to endure having that period. "It should still be safe."

  "I meant should we do that ... considering who we are," he explained.

  She kissed him again and leaned back.

  "Considering what we've been through, I don't care what anybody else thinks. And nobody's going to find out anyway. We can't keep pretending we're still switched. We may never get another chance to do this. And I want to know what it's like."

  The emotion she was feeling was probably what caused her to press a little too deeply, causing the head of his cock to pop inside her vaginal sheath. They both froze and instinct caused them both to pull away a little. He popped back out. They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like a full minute.

  Then, the sensations they'd both felt bubbled to the surface. The heat that had surrounded the tip of his penis was similar to, but very different than what he'd felt when Carly had sucked his cock. It was ... better. For her, she'd felt the tantalizing fullness he'd spoken of, but only on a very limited basis. It hadn't hurt at all. She wanted it to not hurt with that thing deeper in her.

  In what felt like slow motion, she rolled onto her back, and opened her body to him. He crawled over her to rest on hands and knees, his straining penis hanging over her defenseless sex. The world seemed to lurch a little bit as each of them realized they'd been in this position before, but that it had been while they had been switched. It was the déjà vu from an alternate reality, and it caused them to pause.

  "Are you sure?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

  "Positive," she whispered, already panting slightly.

  Both looked to see the thing hanging over her. She reached for it and, though she'd never done this before while inside her own body, her hand brought it unerringly to the target.

  He didn't push.

  "I just thought of something. The last time we did this ... we switched," he observed. "What if we switch again?"

  Her body was impatient now.

  "Then we'll do it again later tonight and switch back," she panted.

  She pulled, eager to feel what she had only been able to imagine before now.

  What had happened between them before had been violent. He had impaled himself on her, an accident that had, in a split second, turned into something that was no accident. She had lain there while he glutted himself on her maleness. Now she was lying there again, in the exact same position in the exact same bed. But this time she was the female and she tensed in expectation of the violence she expected to ensue.

  Craig, for his part, remembered the same violence she did. He remembered feeling like he would explode if he stopped, even when something pushed inside him and caused all that amazing pressure. There had been pain. He was not sophisticated enough to understand that the pain he'd felt was the tip of her cock abusing his cervix. Nor could he understand, from the position of callow youth, how that kind of pain might become welcome to a woman. All he knew was that now, he didn't want to cause Carly any kind of pain at all.

  He slid in slowly, luxuriating in the feel of the heat enveloping the entire length of his prick. His groan was matched by hers as she was filled, and the delicious pressure spread throughout her groin.

  Then the base of his cock met her skin and his desire to go even deeper inside her mashed her clit.

  There's a master's thesis in the fact that, when she was the male and they had sex, it lasted quite a while before she ejaculated, and now that he was the male, as soon as he was fully seated, his balls bunched and he blasted her pussy full of milky, white spend. His premature ejaculation was both spectacular and crushing, because it felt fantastic to cum, but he was disappointed beyond words that it had happened so quickly.

  Basically, he thought it was over.

  Imaging being so happy you want to sing, and so miserable you want to cry ... all at the same time.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Thank goodness for the resilience of youth. And the height of their passion too, I suppose.

  His length got less firm, and shortened too, by about half an inch, but he stayed hard enough to still spread her vaginal walls apart, and his instinct to get as deep as possible while fertilizing her also aided in giving her the clitoral stimulation that made up for the loss of full stiffness inside her.

  In any case, the term "callow youth" included her too. This was the first time she'd experienced this in her own body, so she didn't know what she was missing. As had happened with them the first time they did this, their movements were not well coordinated. Even so, the job got done, because both were in the mental place where seeking an orgasm helped them find one. His was easy. His commitment to her was enough, even with an only mostly hard penis, to get her to where she wanted to be too.

  It was a very good orgasm for both of them. It wasn't world shaking, but it was very good. As he listened to her panting, and felt her chest heaving beneath him, he recognized that he was too heavy to just lie down on her, as if she was a body pillow, but he didn't want to separate. Whether that was instinct, urging him to keep her from getting up and letting his sperm drain out of her or not, is of no matter at this point. He kept them pressed together as he rolled to the side.

  Both sighed as his penis, now soft, slipped from her hot clasp.

  "We didn't switch," he panted.

  She kissed him fervently, and then pulled her lips back just far enough that their eyes could focus on each other's.

  "I don't think we'll switch later, when we do that again, either."

  He smiled.

  "We're going to do it again?"

  "Many times," she sighed.

  "I thought it was only supposed to be once, so you could find out what it was like?"

  "It's going to take many times for me to truly understand what that's like," she said.

  "You think so?"

  "When I was the guy, I didn't shoot so fast," she pointed out. "That suggests it's possi
ble for you not to shoot so fast either."

  "Oh ... that," he said, as shame rushed back to haunt him.

  "It's okay," she said. "We just need to work on it. That's all. That's why we're going to have to do it a lot. Practice makes perfect."

  "If we're going to do it a lot, I need to get some condoms," he said.

  "Then get some condoms," she replied.

  While they rested from their exertions, they talked. Each described in as much detail as possible what they had felt in both bodies while they had become fully lovers. Curiosity led Carly to explore the penis that had recently penetrated her. When she tasted it, she discovered it to be a different taste. He suggested part of that difference was her own taste.

  She began to pose scenarios in which Craig could compare the two tastes, side by side, and then how she could compare tastes on his penis after it had penetrated both girls.

  "Sherry will never let me fuck her," said Craig. Her talk had affected him, and he could feel his cock working toward being stiff again.

  "In the old world, before we were abducted, Sherry would never have let you fuck her," said Carly. "This is the new world."

  "I'm not so sure about that," said Craig.

  "After what I just felt? I'm sure."

  "Yes, but you felt it, not Sherry."

  “She's my best friend. When I tell her about this, she won't be able to resist trying it too."

  "Do you really think it's wise to tell her at all?"

  "She'd find out sooner or later," said Carly.

  "Why do you say that?" he asked.

  "Because we're going to do that a lot," said Carly, firmly.

  "I thought you were afraid Mom and Dad were going to separate us again," he said.

  "I know they will. But we'll figure out something. I can't go without that, Craig. It's like crack. I only tried it once, and I'm already addicted."

  "I don't know. Remember, it was while we were doing that that we switched back."

  "It wasn't what we were doing when we got switched in the first place," argued Carly.

  "Really? How do you know? What if, while the aliens had us in their ship, they wanted to see how the life on this planet procreated, and had us fuck each other then. Huh?"

  She froze.

  "I never thought of that," she gasped. "Do you think they did?"