4 comments/ 30594 views/ 8 favorites Thank Your Lucky Stars Ch. 01 By: Rob_mDear Sarah paused at the door, feeling silly, wondering if the other nurses, the old hands, were playing a game with her. She was inexperienced, yes, but not naive. Their story was unlikely. She sincerely doubted that what they’d told her was true. Her mouth wrinkled in something caught between a smile and a sneer, bothered by their teasing, and even more by her own, childish reaction to it. The old man looked languorously across the room at her, only belatedly half-noticing her in the doorway. With a moment of clumsy effort triggered by her own anger at herself more than any embarrassment with him, she surged forward, trying to make it look as if she’d never paused. He sat stone still in a wicker chair. A fading, frayed knit blanket smothered his lap, with his hands tucked deeply beneath it, atop his thighs, keeping his thin body warm, although he no doubt felt forever cold despite his efforts. Men his age, and in his condition, were cold clean through, like a metal lamp post on a winter night. The old man bestowed a vacant stare on her as she approached, clearly aware of something, but thinking nothing of it. It was hard to imagine him as the sort of idiot-savant they had portrayed him to be. “It’s time for your medicine, Mr. Hesserschmidt.” “In World War II, I shot down a Messerschmitt.” She’d been told to expect something like that, so she was ready, if doubtful, but still she couldn’t hide the small smile. It was true, or partly true, although one quick, simple, almost random and meaningless rhyme was not all that special. It wasn’t worth all the giggles and guffaws and knowing glances they’d exchanged. Sarah glanced at the other nurses in the distance, out through the door, off at the nurse’s station, huddled together, themselves busily acting disinterested while stealing frequent glances back at her with wry smirks. When he didn’t respond further, she gently drew his hands out from under the blanket, feeling them shake with mild tremors. They were far warmer than she’d expected them to be, warmer than her own, nor were they at all thin and shriveled like the rest of the patients. They were almost pleasant to touch. She placed the small cup of pills in one hand and the small cup of water in the other. He didn’t look at them, or at her, as she did so. He just held them in place for a moment, frozen before him, while staring off at the far wall, as if he weren’t even there, or were trying to remember something completely unrelated to the task at hand. “I need to see you take them,” she said. “The deed will be to break them.” She almost laughed out loud. For a moment she’d forgotten what to expect. It was unsettling. There was no pause, not the slightest hesitation or moment to think. She said it, and before the last sound had escaped her mouth, he was responding. Now she grew eager to say something else, to try to get the sort of response from him that had sent the other nurses roaring — or so they had said. He did it more often than not, they’d promised, but he hadn’t yet for her. She had to say something more. She watched him as he swallowed the pills. When he finished, he held the cups before him, seemingly not knowing what else to do. She took them from his unresisting hands, still shaking with small, regular tremors. She drew a blank. As if struck with stage fright, she couldn’t think of the slightest thing further to say. His eyes looked something between tired and tranquilized, almost dead. He was like a zombie. She felt sorry for him, but not too much so. Sarah could be cold that way, and had to be. The head nurse, Francine, had warned her that any degree of empathy would leave her soon enough, anyway. You couldn’t do this day in and day out with that sort of connection to the patients. It would wear you down until you were like them. That would come soon enough, to everyone. No need to hurry that along. She glanced around the room, stalling, hoping something would come to her, some thought, some offhand comment to make. In total silence she surrendered to her failure and scuttled to the door. With her back to the poor, afflicted man, she allowed her face to break into a slight, affected grin that the other nurses could see, and returned. “I’ll be back to bring you your dinner,” she said over her shoulder. “I lived my life on the track of a sinner.” * * * He watched the cute little wiggle the girl proffered as she left the room. It was sexy. In another time he would have made a play for her. He’d done it often enough before, when he’d been healthier, in the old place, and sometimes it had actually worked. Once in a while one of them protested, but reveled in the sheer sexual power that it gave them, or just the gratification of feeling loved by a man with a long, ending story. Occasionally you could tell which ones were open to or even liked the idea, by how they dressed and behaved and presented themselves. The other nurses mostly wore baggy, wrinkled overalls. This new, young one wore a nice, tight, short, even sheer nurse’s dress, the kind you almost only saw in costume stores or porn movies. If only he had more control of his faculties. And his speech. He waited for her to leave before reaching under the blanket to pull out the wrinkled, overused sheets of paper. When he was sure that she’d gone, he started reading again, one last time, from the beginning. Prelude Thank Your Lucky Stars Ch. 01 Thank Your Lucky Stars Ch. 02 Pictures of her covered a whole wall, as well as the top of every nightstand, table and dresser. Amidst them all was one small family photo, of him with his ex-wife and daughter. It had been taken soon after she’d graduated from high school, and not long before his first affliction his. They’d all been close then, before the dementia. They never came to visit him, though, that first time, or now. Only she did. He knew she was coming to visit him later today. It was the only thrill left in his days. He always knew when that time came. It was how he marked the time. Dates and hours, days of the week, months of the year, they all meant nothing to him. He cared only about when she would arrive, and when she would leave. In between was just the boring, meaningless, numberless passage of time, like the moment between one second and the next, but drawn out into an unbearable length. Today was different, too, special beyond all of her usual visits. She’d said that she’d found it. That gave everything a different feel. The air had a different taste, the walls a different color. He couldn’t say he felt more alive, but the world did. It was like there was, for the first time in years, something new that could happen, something to hope for. He had hope that there was again something new in the world waiting to be discovered. That’s how children lived. Children lived a life filled with wonder. They lived a life where every day might bring a new joy or marvel, or even pain, but it was still new. Every day might bring something fresh and revealing, and most days did. Good or bad, the pain or joy always passed, but it kept things interesting. Not so for old men gazing listlessly forward at the too-near end of their days. She was young and vibrant, beautiful and glowing, and she adored him. His tired shell of a body and twisted mind couldn’t return her love, not any more, but still she lavished hers on him, in a tender, warm, nonsexual way, and he silently thanked her for that. She’d become, here near the end, both the wife and the daughter who had abandoned him. As things had turned out, as his life had turned out, it was more than he could expect, and probably more than he deserved. Most of the family had abandoned him, after what he’d done and how he’d lived. Now he only had her, and even then, only when she could spare the time to pay him a quick visit. She was a good, generous girl, but she still had a full life to live. It made him feel guilty, but not guilty enough to urge her not to come. It all had dwindled to this. He’d already been here once before, or in a place and situation like it, long ago, although for the life of him he couldn’t remember much of those days. They were a blur, like a dream that was so very vivid in the moment between sleep and waking, and yet is so hard to recall a few hours later over breakfast and coffee. That was probably for the best. It was painful enough to live this way now, let alone to remember how bad it had been before. To help him dismiss his morbid thoughts he pulled out the sheets of paper, to resume reading where he’d left off. Interlude 2 : Alien Science Lesson Thank Your Lucky Stars Ch. 03 The nurse came into the room. It was the young one again, with her short, tight, sheer uniform and all. She had her head tipped downward, ineffectually hiding the small smirk on her face. That gave him time to shove the papers out of sight before she could notice. The words flooded out of her suddenly, without pretense, in the hurried rush of a child who's worked hard to memorize something very specific to say, but is too embarrassed, or afraid they might forget their recitation if they don't say it the first chance they get. "The woman next door has been soiling her bum." "They'll cover your body with boiling cum." The nurse shrieked quietly, though for him not unexpectedly, with a sound of mixed delight and horror. Her face lit up as if she'd been given a diamond engagement ring, while her eyes flew wide in almost mock dismay. The grin that crept across her face reminded him of a jack-o-lantern, at once both comical and sinister. She assumed the predatory expression of a hungry Cheshire cat who has cornered the Dormouse. His own words had come out of his mouth faster than he could even think to stop them, as if he weren't even there. When it came to working his mouth, and sometimes his own thoughts, when he was thinking about saying or writing something, he was a spectator in his own body. Try as he might, he couldn't choke the words back. Of course he'd known it was coming. He always knew, without effect, or hope of effect. He didn't even know what he was going to say until he himself heard the words leave his lips. "Sticks and stones," she said. "Pricks like bones." "Dangerous chasm." "Fucking orgasm." "Giving me fits." "Squeezing her tits." She smiled through the whole rapid-fire exchange, only just holding back an open laugh. Armed with just the right words to evoke just the right kind of rhymes, she was in complete control, wielding the power of a school yard bully or a vindictive teacher, with the same evil, addictive satisfaction. The young nurse looked back out at the nurse's station, showing them her grin again, like the silent, toothy glare of a victorious lion cub, looking back at its proud mothers while standing over its first kill. She turned back to him, hesitating, as if working up the nerve to do something very bold. She looked back out at the other nurses one more time, drawing confidence and approval from her instructors, then turned back to him. Still just a little reluctant and self-conscious, she closed her eyes as she said the words. "Do you need me to get her to care for that blister?" She did't have to make it so easy. His affliction would have lead him there anyway, and probably with something far more creative, if she'd just trusted to luck. But with such lead, the continuation was obvious and unavoidable. "There's no better place to stick cock than your sister." Her mouth quickly formed a wide, gaping hole of shock in her face, which seemingly froze in place. He tried to hide his embarrassment, but there was little need. His thin, weak blood flow barely even began to flush his cheeks. It took no effort to hold his blank stare. That came all too naturally to him these days. She played her teasing, torturous game with him a while longer, like a small boy pulling legs off of insects, getting exactly the sort of responses she expected, while squealing again at the occasional truly clever or shockingly unexpected response. She left feeling, he was sure, quite entertained and more than a little bit wicked. But not nearly as wicked as he, and he wasn't even in control. She seemed to have no sense or conscience with respect to how the ordeal affected him. To banish the feelings, and the memory of the exchange, the verbal rape, he pulled out his cherished papers to continue reading. Interlude 3 : The Alien Plan Thank Your Lucky Stars Ch. 04 True to her word, the pretty young nurse returned with his dinner. Lukewarm chicken, sticky rice with ice-cold patches, soggy carrots and thin, sugary tea. Yum. This time, at least, she'd undone another button on the uniform for him. As she leaned forward with the distasteful tray, he received a healthy view of firm, soft flesh, neatly held in place by an invitingly lacy black bra. So it turned out that she was that sort, exactly that sort. That wasn't a surprise. He was only sixty-four now and, he thought, still very fit, despite his bizarre infirmities. He acted like he was ninety, but he still had the trim and cut of a healthy, middle-aged man, fifty-nine, or even younger. His body was young, even if the mind within it were trapped and warped. His physique could easily appeal to the right sort of woman. Yet he knew that he had the cut, but not the core. The bizarre dementia — and the shakes — had taken that away. His fantasies were all that were left to him. He didn't need help eating, despite the damned tremors. At least he was spared that indignity. He was also spared, for the time being, more rhyming games. The nurse seemed repentant, her conscience now bothered by the sinful delight she'd taken in her earlier, childish whimsy. He knew that wouldn't last. She'd be back for more, if only an occasional, boredom relieving prompt. In all honesty, he didn't really mind. The days were so empty, sometimes even he looked forward to hearing what uproarious words would come out of his own mouth. Or his hand. He glanced down at one corner of the papers, mischievously, invitingly sticking out from under the blanket. He covertly pulled the blanket up higher, to cover more of his hands, and so his secret writings. "Are you cold? It's already so hot in here." "Am I bold? I stuck it in my daughter's rear." She didn't laugh this time. She blushed and looked away, embarrassed by what he'd said. Was that too much for her, he thought? Or did she like anal sex? Was she nervous and tense because she wanted to take things a step further with him? Or did she secretly, privately fantasize about being with her own father? Or all of the above? He wished, momentarily, that she'd say something more, so he could try to answer those questions, and so that he could enjoy her discomfort for a change. He was curious about what made this cute, little firecracker tick. Why'd she become a nurse? And in a place like this? What turned her on? What sort of noises did she make, or dirty things did she say, as a man pushed her to the brink of being a woman, and beyond? She remained conspicuously quiet. She didn't even glance at him again before quite silently leaving the room. He mentally shrugged, then went back to reading the sheaf of papers as he thoughtlessly moved the food around on the tray with his fork. Interlude 4 : Emma Approaches Thank Your Lucky Stars Ch. 04 Later she might ask about the papers and then maybe take them from him, if the urge to bully him took her. For now, she was content with focusing on the tray of food and his eating habits, or lack thereof. So he kept the papers clumsily concealed under the blanket, on his lap, patiently enduring her inane and intrusive comments and waiting for her to leave. Then he could read some more. Thank Your Lucky Stars Ch. 05 It should be made clear, before more words are seen, This story is littered with actions obscene The characters, hot, Some human, some not, But all are most certainly over eighteen This story's inferred from an unfounded rumor, Containing some elements sick as a tumor Like incest and porn, French, cuckolding, corn, Sci fi, Sue, cops, aliens, worst of all, humor She'd never minded that he was so much older. Twenty-three years. It was even an aphrodisiac, she'd said, but he knew there was more to it than that. There were so many layers upon complicated layers between them and within them, separating them from others, and joining them to each other. It was too complicated to say anything as simplistic as "she loved him because of this" or "he loved that about her." It was complicated. He remembered the feel of her soft, firm breasts in his hands, with outrageously hard, hot nipples poking into his palms. Her whole torso had often heaved for him with tortured gasps for breath, while writhing in a frenzy that he sought to subdue, even as he provoked it. He recalled how she begged him to tightly hold and squeeze those perfect breasts as she exploded in his arms, grinding her wet clutches down onto his cock. With time and patient effort, she would come for him with a force that had taken years of practice between them to achieve — repeated, marvelous practice and that one special ingredient that their bond entailed, that made it wrong and right and impure and perfect. The thrill that she had brought him, and that he'd once brought her, was unearthly. No one could understand it. No one even tried to understand, or could be expected to. They'd accepted that long ago. The clarity of the memory slowly faded, and then, too, the memory itself, lost in the meandering vagaries of a fading, addled mind. To fill the void, he pulled out the wrinkled sheets of paper to read some more. Interlude 5: The Alien Perspective The snatching of bodies is no easy feat Neuromalous binds are steps one must repeat There is some fine-tuning And synaptic pruning Required before the conversion's complete So the acts which so many abhor and detest The acts that our species would label "incest" In this sorry case Of creatures from space Must therefore result in a "family love fest" The alien sharing Kay Brown's sex perspective Hailed from a reptilian insect collective Where everyone screwed Within one's own brood "Incestuous" was an unneeded adjective In fact, in his social caste, it was quite crude To have sex with anyone outside one's brood If they weren't mother, Or father or brother, Or at least your sister, your sex act was lewd Now Thomas Brown's extraterrestrial friend Was a large protozoan evolution dead-end Who, being unsexed Left him quite perplexed As to what's within reason and what would offend When Kay Brown and son shared a genital connection The creatures within them engaged in reflection Without good foundation In this situation To relate to the ins and outs of his erection {{The male seems quite taken with his loving consort}} {{Yes, that is quite true, based on his blaring report}} {{For me, it feels odd To switch from seedpod To an alien form with a cock that is so short}} {{I have no perspective}}, said the thing with no source Of knowledge of things like hot, wet intercourse {{Oh, trust me, it's small, Almost no cock at all,}} Said the insect whose penis was long as a horse {{His cock is quite soft, too, compared to my kind, Our tough exoskeleton makes cocks well-lined With chitin so tough That sex can get rough And the females lack cunts, so they're split like a rind}} Beside them, dispassionate debate ensued Between alien minds whose perspectives were skewed By alternate cases Of sex between races So they felt the sex here was nasty and lewd The first was robotic, with mechanical motions While the second was ichthyoid, born in the oceans One springs, gears, bolts, shims While the other just swims Through the semen of males; They had conflicting notions For the robotic "it" incest was not a new story One always chose mates from the mother factory One just traded parts And mechanical hearts Then put them together, like assembling a lorry While the scaled, fishy alien could never know Where one's semen came from, or where it would go Ejaculate floated The female got bloated And whose kids were whose no one ever would know {{It's strange how they seem to so harshly inflict Such strong thrusts, as if they're in mortal conflict They wrestle and bite And so seem to fight With unkind embraces that tightly constrict}} {{Yes, the sex is quite odd; I can't fathom this trick Where the male would impale her as if with a stick The act is so sleazy It's making me queazy If they don't stop soon I think I will be sick}} And so it continued, the thoughts, and the screws Of differing species with differing views On what one should do Not to mention with who And what would be proper, and what broke taboos Phase V — Target : Emma Lou Emma Lou made it home by the fifth day, plus some By then her whole family had fucked and had come To maintain their ties, These alien guys, Had to keep them all coming until they'd succumb The aliens figured that three weeks or four, Would be just long enough to suppress them for sure, So fuck, come, and wait, Was the Browns' daily fate, Until Emma Lou walked right in through the front door Emma Lou stumbled into a strange, twisted scene, Her father was fucking her sister, B. Jean, That is, little sis, Was enjoying a kiss With her father, jackhammering like a machine Meanwhile her mother and brother were locked In a kiss and position that quivered and rocked, They came up for air, With cold, empty stares, Before they returned to an act that just shocked In time they all disengaged, stood up and stared The looks on their faces left Emma Lou scared Like no one was home She felt so alone So she made her way backwards as fast as she dared She didn't get far before Father stepped in Assisted by Thomas and the rest of her kin They wrestled her down Hard onto the ground Right there on the porch where she prayed for her sin Before her, mere inches from Emma Lou's face, Were two odd, strange objects that looked out of place, The first one was humming, The second was thrumming, Which when put together made Emma's heart race The humming one was a machine of some sort, With shiny gray sides and a USB port, A small dish was sitting, Designed for emitting, On top, while beneath small legs gave it support The thrumming one was also glowing, as well, She knew it was foul from the non-fragrant smell, It looked like a pea pod, Sized up for a small god, But what it was for, it was too soon to tell She realized, in horror, there were pods by the scores All stacked in the windows, the shelves and the doors, They were on every stair, On the floor, everywhere, She gasped, as she waited, resigned, on all fours In true doggy style, her father impaled her, Then after her father, her own brother nailed her Her sister licked clit, Her mother sucked tit, But try as they would any orgasms failed her See, first, Emma Lou was exhausted as hell, And second, the girl was too frightened, as well, Beyond this, you know, As a full-fledged nympho, That it was just too hard to ring Emma Lou's bell Emma Lou was left kneeling on the floor on all fours, Accepting her fate like the cheapest of whores, Beside her they waited, Her family debated, On who should go next to try fucking her more Emma soon found what this group had in store, They'd fuck her with not one, two, or three, but four Two hard cocks were drilling, Four wet mouths were thrilling But her zombified family did not know the score Her mother and sister sucked pussy galore, While her father and brother fucked her to the core With four lovers at play As sweet Bobbie might say Emma Lou thought that this could become one long "bonjour" Her family pleased her, combined, like a swarm, Or a whipping and whirling Sahara sandstorm, They attentively lingered, Her privates were fingered, But all that it did was help Emma get warm Emma Lou waited as their long cocks burned She didn't resist, no affection was spurned She could patiently wait For their lust to abate When she could and would show them the tables were turned Lost in his reading, he was startled into glee by the moment for which he'd been waiting with such anticipation. She swept into the room, with a large cardboard box balanced awkwardly ahead of her in both arms. The room brightened. Everything became sharper, crisper and clearer. Everything crackled with an unseen, unfelt energy. The world exploded into bloom for him, turning from nothing into everything in an instant, like the moment of the creation of the universe. He couldn't wait to give her the papers to read. The thought was the first on his mind, and one that he couldn't suppress. Maybe, subconsciously, he was trying to postpone opening the box. He couldn't handle the disappointment if it wasn't true. The first moment after she had settled it on his small bed, he held the papers out to her in silent insistence. A writer must conjure, contrive and emote Express and then stress about each word he wrote Since he took the time To make these lines rhyme The least you could do is to bother to vote Thank Your Lucky Stars Ch. 06 Nasty It should be made clear, before more words are seen, This story is littered with actions obscene The characters, hot, Some human, some not, But all are most certainly over eighteen This story's inferred from an unfounded rumor, Containing some elements sick as a tumor Like incest and porn, French, cuckolding, corn, Sci fi, Sue, cops, aliens, worst of all, humor This is the last chapter that you must read through Be warned that this is but one version of two To avoid confusion Choose your own conclusion Since no one on earth knows which outcome is true... This chapter ascribes to a sinister nature That each human soul is a base, vile creature Who, faced with a vice, Chooses naughty, not nice, This ending is based on that immoral feature She was here. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears and temples, his neck and chest. The excitement was almost more than he could bear. She sat beside him, holding his hand, anxiously looking time and again out at the nurses in the hall, waiting for them to disperse to deliver pills or to check on patients. It sat on the bed in an old, sealed, cardboard box covered with past address labels, packing tape, and other markings. It was just another box of stuff to any uncritical eye. She had found it, boxed up and gathering dust in storage amidst his other things from the first home. He'd abandoned it all, eagerly leaving it all behind, not realizing the importance of what he'd thoughtlessly done, or even that it had been left behind by them. After all, they'd had no use for it themselves. Why would they? And later, when she had suggested it as a cure for his renewed dilemma, he'd had no hope that it would be found. Only she believed, and looked, and never stopped looking. Still, there was no reason in the world to believe that it would actually work. It had been more than ten years. The battery, or whatever power source it used, was probably dead. And even then, even if it still had some functioning power source, they hadn't a clue as to how to turn it on or adjust it. They knew nothing about it, or what it might do, only what it had done before when used properly by trained experts who knew exactly how to tune and use it. He even feared what it might do, not to himself, but to her. She didn't know, and wasn't thinking it through, and he was powerless to try to communicate his fears to her. His papers were in her hands. She'd read it almost all the way through, occasionally casting questioning, quizzical, shocked or pleased glances his way. Now she wore a nervous grin as she began to read the last section. Counterattack With strength and commitment and her firm resolve It was Emma's turn to choose whom to involve She picked whom to take Deciding she'd make Her brat little sister's invader dissolve It started with kisses, all soft, coy and teasing Then moved on to other things, hot, wet and pleasing Two close sisters loving With pushing and shoving And in the end screaming and coming and squeezing "Hold me! Please, Bobbie Jean! Hold me! Don't stop!" She commanded while harvesting Bobbie Jean's crop Who returned the favor And thankfully gave her Some sisterly love from her bottom to top To Emma's surprise, as the two did combine, In a loving and sisterly, hot sixty-nine, Our Emma Lou came, While shouting the name Of her own little sister, who squealed back, "You're mine!" In a fit, Bobbie climaxed, while there undetected An Intergalactic detective injected A mind-splitting wedge That gave him an edge And so the first alien mind was ejected As Bobbie Jean panted, and grinned wide in awe Of Emma Lou's skill with her tongue, mouth and jaw Emma conjured a spark, To push on in the dark, And seek out the next sorry victim, her pa She mounted her father with little pretense, His cock was still stiff as the post of a fence She rode him with glee, Squealing, "Oh, yes, Dad-dy!" While the erstwhile detective broke through the defense "Hold me! Please, Daddy! Please, hold me! Hold tight!" She begged as he squeezed her with fatherly might, His old cock fulfilled her Completely instilled her With heavenly, loving, paternal delight Again Emma Lou was so shocked when she came By fucking the man who had bestowed her name Her daddy was stellar A rock hard old feller Who gave her orgasms hog wild, not tame These climaxes struck with a cosmic intensity Her pussy squeezed cock with a black hole's mass density Her cunt was a glove Gripping fatherly love Reinforcing her newly gained incest propensity Her father came hard in the very same second That Emma came, too, so an opening beckoned The detective went through, To give alien two An orgasmic ejection for which he'd not reckoned With Emma Lou's daddy's seed sloshing inside, Emma went on with her mission, with pride, She took to this job As a sex shish-kabob, Thinking this was all good, she was on the right side! Her mother was next, and a sure challenge, too She'd heard that her stiff competition was Sue Her mother next learned, Her daughter had earned The right to claim she was the best at that, too "Hold me! Please, Mommy!" she begged as she painted Her mom with her tongue as she became acquainted With the sensitive bit Of her mom's swollen clit In a bid to make Mom come so hard that she fainted She worked with finesse with her talented tongue Remembering well that her mother's not young It took her some time But was well worth the climb, When her mother screamed so loud she could burst a lung Emma Lou came using one of Mom's dildos (Fresh corn from the drawer, where it hid under Dad's nose) Mom begged Emma clearly, To eat her so dearly, But the begging soon ceased with her orgasmic throes With two women flooding the floor with their juices, While squirming and wriggling their soft, round cabooses The criminal fled With the words in his head: {{Don't mess with the vice squad, at least Betelgeuse's}} Dear Emma, of course, saved the best one for last She'd thought Thomas hot, since far back in their past She let him control, As she lay back and rolled, With his hard marine's cock pumping into her, fast It took him a while, which gave her a thrill She now knew that family could really fill But it left her so sore, Like an overused whore, She thought for this service she should send a bill "Hold me! Please, Tommy!" she cried without shame She pleaded with him, as he called out her name, To fill her with steaming hot Brotherly semen shot Out of his cock as he violently came She came with him, too, as this business required. Allowing the last space fiend to be retired She would no more ache For a climax to bake, As a blaze in her kiln for her kin had been fired The detective inside her remained at his station Engaged in a war for this family's salvation Tom's extraterrestrial Sex fiend familial Met his demise as an ejaculation So finally, thankfully, it was complete. The aliens vanquished, and dead in defeat The kindly detective Who gave his perspective, Then, too, simply vanished, with a silent retreat They fell where they stood, and they slept through the night, Exhausted by what was a terrible fright, They slept well past ten, And even more when, They ventured outside to a horrible sight With stern, fatalistically serious nods, The family looked past the cow pies and clods, Where in place of corn What was there to be born Was row upon row of those ghastly seedpods "There must be four thousand," the father related, "Or even five hundred," the dim marine stated, They all thought as one, What next had to be done, Each grabbed a sharp scythe, and not one hesitated When thousands of seedpods were chopped down in haste, The gooey remains were all crushed into paste The men climbed up to Patch the roof with the goo So that in the end no seedpod had gone to waste Then, when this strange "harvest" was finally through, The family, safe inside, went upstairs to Go alone to their rooms As silent as tombs To think about what had transpired, with who It didn't take long before dad began snoring And hot Mrs. Brown thought the whole thing was boring She visited Tommy Who welcomed his mommy Into strong, loving arms, where he proved he's adoring Then Bobbie Jean snuck into her father's sack, Where he tried to fend off her aggressive attack, She was such a dear, Breathing into his ear How much she would love to ride Daddy bareback Emma Lou lay in bed, feeling alone As her family filled the whole house with their moans She fretted and chided Until she decided As a farm girl she had many oats to be sown She first joined her mother and brother in screams, Then gave her strong father the threesome of dreams, Bobbie purred "Ooh la la!" Learning, "Ménage à trois" Then the whole sinful family took the term to extremes In time, both the parents could not stay awake The three horny offspring had thirsts still to slake With folks under covers, The three sibling lovers, Went down to the dark den to fuck without break In the yard, Pete was barking at the end of his chain The one Brown clan member who could not remain Inside playing house With a heat one can't douse In a family that now all had sex on the brain The morning sun came up, passed by, and went down As all of the family shuffled around Each pairing they tried, In loud climax they cried, With hearty, incestuous, orgasmic sounds Kay Brown would not ever again reach for her corn, She'd had the best climax from her own first born! And then, there's her son, With his mighty fine gun, With these two she'd find she could not be forlorn Old Farmer Brown, he had been given new life, Although he thought little of mounting his wife, With two lovely daughters That made his mouth water He'd long cut those loaves with a cock like a knife The steadfast marine had hit pay dirt as well He loved his sweet sister more than he could tell And there was his mother With love that could smother, And a hot older sister that could fuck like all hell Now sweet Bobbie Jean had a collection of sorts, French words to be spoken as she practiced her sports, Of fucking her brother, And sister, and mother, But most of all Daddy, the best of consorts While Emma Lou found that her problem was not Here being a nympho was as good as it got She rode and she sucked, She licked and she fucked, Her fabulous family hit the right spot! Her problem was solved in a way unexpected Her sources of pleasure were those she'd neglected She came every time, By committing the crime Of sex with relations with whom she connected The farm house walls echoed with ecstatic screams, Where a family learned nothing is as it seems A seedpod could take you, And shake you and make you, So you might as well live out your wildest dreams Aftermath This family now was completely obsessed With getting their fun from the joys of incest They all stayed at home, None of them would roam, Since they'd learned how to fuck as a family possessed Their acts went unnoticed, except by a few, Like old Sheriff Jake, and that handyman, Lou, And Nate, Zed and Frank Jack, Bob, Bill, Ed and Hank And last but not least, sadly abandoned Sue The family crowded together in church Like birds on a wire, they'd so closely perch, In a row, in a pew, Hoping no one there knew What they'd know if they could telepathically search They felt trembling, horrible shame at their acts While they tried to take solace in specific facts The aliens made them, Abused and betrayed them, But the truth was for each of them incest attracts A last side effect of Neuromalous waves Turned up fifteen fold so that Emma would cave Was to fix old Bert's brain And make him quite sane With the difference that he was now an incest slave Uncle Bert in this way was no longer deranged Since his brain paths had been expertly rearranged He found new releases With his sister and nieces Through a carnal disorder for which he'd exchanged His own wife had left him, and Jennifer Sue Had then gotten married and moved somewhere new So he moved to town Where his sister Kay Brown And his nieces could give him a hobby or two Both Emma and Uncle enjoyed endless pleasure Orgasmic sensations without count or measure Of infinite length And enduring strength Joining Emma and Bert as each other's best treasure One lasting reward for this harrowing event Was the permanence of their high thermal ascent Their torrid, hot sex Was in all respects Forever improved by where their fevers went To state it succinctly, the lovers would please Each other with temperatures raised four degrees Which gives a new name To the quaint term "love's flame" And would lead to some fairly well-singed birds and bees Epilogue Our government has a thick file of sorts With interviews, briefings and detailed reports of such body snatchers as reach their dispatchers Who send the black suits there to offer support "Support," of course, means victims' lifelong detention In a cell, with full-time psychiatric attention While the victims, events, results, and intents Are hushed up in ways that avoid public mention The Browns, though, were lucky, and were not so fated As those awful measures had not been created The Browns were the first To be so perverse But how many since then, well, that's long been debated And so the Browns' snatchers were met and destroyed And the Browns had in this way been helped to avoid A grand body snatch They escaped, with a catch, That would make a great headline for any tabloid The Browns, though, no longer can claim, "we're enslaved", Or Telefragenic Neuromalously waved They do as they please Fucking family with ease Through a personal choice that makes them quite depraved Or maybe, from their point of view, that is wrong They're living their dreams and they're getting along Their passion's no less, The love they profess For each other is certainly going on, strong They lived through a nightmarish weeklong of hell But faced it together, and faced it quite well The courage they'd show In bed with a foe Is what made this tale worth the bother to tell And now the poor family is quite deranged Their sex lives have been cosmically rearranged The failed pod invasion Has caused a sensation With terrestrial love lives galactically changed Each one of us lives in a sexual cage That limits our pleasures to one single page Of an expansive list Of whom one can kiss Determined by caste, sex, relation and age Everyone lives as society's slave Protecting the secret of something they crave A fetish or kink Unless one could think With a Telefragenic Neuromalous wave So the next time you find yourself trolling in bars, And looking for love as if shopping for cars, It's a far better course, Than an alien force That could make you look up and thank your lucky stars! She put the papers down. Her calm smile and beaming eyes told him that she had liked it. The papers were soon neatly tucked into her handbag. She'd make sure that the world saw them. She'd see to it that someone, somewhere knew their story. She'd see to it that people were properly warned. For the moment, that was unimportant. They looked at the box, wondering what to do next, and how the story would continue. Thank Your Lucky Stars Ch. 06 Nice It should be made clear, before more words are seen, This story is littered with actions obscene The characters, hot, Some human, some not, But all are most certainly over eighteen This story's inferred from an unfounded rumor, Containing some elements sick as a tumor Like incest and porn, French, cuckolding, corn, Sci fi, Sue, cops, aliens, worst of all, humor This is the last chapter that you must read through Be warned that this is but one version of two To avoid confusion Choose your own conclusion Since no one on earth knows which outcome is true... This chapter ascribes to a pure human nature That each mortal soul is a kind, loving creature Who, faced with a vice, Does what's pure, just and nice, This ending is based on that most noble feature She was here. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears and temples, his neck and chest. The excitement was almost more than he could bear. She sat beside him, holding his hand, anxiously looking time and again out at the nurses in the hall, waiting for them to disperse to deliver pills or to check on patients. It sat on the bed in an old, sealed, cardboard box covered with past address labels, packing tape, and other markings. It was just another box of stuff to any uncritical eye. She had found it, boxed up and gathering dust in storage amidst his other things from the first home. He'd abandoned it all, eagerly leaving it all behind, not realizing the importance of what he'd thoughtlessly done, or even that it had been left behind by them. After all, they'd had no use for it themselves. Why would they? And later, when she had suggested it as a cure for his renewed dilemma, he'd had no hope that it would be found. Only she believed, and looked, and never stopped looking. Still, there was no reason in the world to believe that it would actually work. It had been more than ten years. The battery, or whatever power source it used, was probably dead. And even then, even if it still had some functioning power source, they hadn't a clue as to how to turn it on or adjust it. They knew nothing about it, or what it might do, only what it had done before when used properly by trained experts who knew exactly how to tune and use it. He even feared what it might do, not to himself, but to her. She didn't know, and wasn't thinking it through, and he was powerless to try to communicate his fears to her. His papers were in her hands. She'd read it almost all the way through, occasionally casting questioning, quizzical, shocked or pleased glances his way. Now she wore a nervous grin as she began to read the last section. Counterattack With strength and commitment and her firm resolve It was Emma's turn to choose whom to involve She picked whom to take Deciding she'd make Her brat little sister's invader dissolve It started with kisses, all soft, coy and teasing Then moved on to other things, hot, wet and pleasing Two close sisters loving With pushing and shoving And in the end screaming and coming and squeezing "Hold me! Please, Bobbie Jean! Hold me! Don't stop!" She commanded while harvesting Bobbie Jean's crop Who returned the favor And thankfully gave her Some sisterly love from her bottom to top To Emma's surprise, as the two did combine, In a loving and sisterly, hot sixty-nine, Our Emma Lou came, While shouting the name Of her own little sister, who squealed back, "You're mine!" In a fit, Bobbie climaxed, while there undetected An Intergalactic detective injected A mind-splitting wedge That gave him an edge And so the first alien mind was ejected As Bobbie Jean panted, and grinned wide in awe Of Emma Lou's skill with her tongue, mouth and jaw Emma Lou found a spark, To push on in the dark, And seek out the next sorry victim, her pa She mounted her father with little pretense, His cock was still stiff as the post of a fence She rode him with glee, Squealing, "Oh, yes, Dad-dy!" While the erstwhile detective broke through the defense "Hold me! Please, Daddy! Please, hold me! Hold tight!" She begged as he squeezed her with fatherly might, His old cock fulfilled her Completely instilled her With heavenly, loving, paternal delight Again Emma Lou was so shocked when she came By fucking the man who had bestowed her name Her daddy was stellar A rock hard old feller Who gave her orgasms hog wild, not tame These climaxes struck with a cosmic intensity Her pussy squeezed cock with a black hole's mass density Her cunt was a glove Gripping fatherly love Reinforcing her newly gained incest propensity Her father came hard in the very same second That Emma came, too, so an opening beckoned The detective went through, To give alien two An orgasmic ejection for which he'd not reckoned With Emma Lou's daddy's come sloshing inside, Emma went on with her mission, with pride, She took to this job As a sex shish-kabob, Thinking this was all good, she was on the right side! Her mother was next, and a sure challenge, too She'd heard that her stiff competition was Sue Her mother next learned, Her daughter had earned The right to claim she was the best at that, too "Hold me! Please, Mommy!" she begged as she painted Her mom with her tongue as she became acquainted With the sensitive bit Of her mom's swollen clit In a bid to make Mom come so hard that she fainted She worked with finesse with her talented tongue Remembering well that her mother's not young It took her some time But was well worth the climb, When her mother screamed so loud she could burst a lung Emma Lou came using one of Mom's dildos (Fresh corn from the drawer, where it hid under Dad's nose) Mom begged Emma clearly, To eat her so dearly, But the begging soon ceased with her orgasmic throes With two women flooding the floor with their juices, While squirming and wriggling their soft, round cabooses The criminal fled With the words in his head: {{Don't mess with the vice squad, at least Betelgeuse's}} Dear Emma, of course, saved the best one for last She'd thought Thomas hot, since far back in their past She let him control, As she lay back and rolled, With his hard marine's cock pumping into her, fast It took him a while, which gave her a thrill She now knew that family could really fill But it left her so sore, Like an overused whore, She thought for this service she should send a bill "Hold me! Please, Tommy!" she cried without shame She pleaded with him, as he called out her name, To fill her with steaming hot Brotherly semen shot Out of his cock as he violently came She came with him, too, as this business required. Allowing the last space fiend to be retired She would no more ache For a climax to bake, As a blaze in her kiln for her kin had been fired The detective inside her remained at his station Engaged in a war for this family's salvation Tom's extraterrestrial Sex fiend familial Met his demise as an ejaculation Then finally, thankfully, it was complete. The aliens vanquished, and dead in defeat The kindly detective Who gave his perspective, Then, too, simply vanished, with a silent retreat They fell where they stood, and they slept through the night, Exhausted by what was a terrible fright, They slept well past ten, And even more when, They ventured outside to a horrible sight With stern, fatalistically serious nods, The family looked past the cow pies and clods, Where in place of corn What was there to be born Was row upon row of those ghastly seedpods "There must be four thousand," the father related, "Or even five hundred," the dim marine stated, They all thought as one, What next had to be done, Each grabbed a sharp scythe, and not one hesitated When thousands of seedpods were chopped down in haste, The gooey remains were all crushed into paste The men climbed up to Patch the roof with the goo So that in the end no seedpod went to waste Then, when this strange "harvest" was finally through, The family, safe inside, went upstairs to Go alone to their rooms As silent as tombs To think about what had transpired, with who Although they felt guilt at their rash inclinations Towards shamelessly touching their own close relations They still felt effects They could not neglect From some lingering telefragenic vibrations It didn't take long before Dad began snoring While hot Mrs. Brown thought the whole thing was boring She visited Tommy Who welcomed his mommy Into strong, loving arms, where he proved he's adoring Then Bobbie Jean snuck into her father's sack, Where he tried to fend off her aggressive attack, She was such a dear, Breathing into his ear How much she would love to ride Daddy bareback Emma Lou lay in bed, feeling alone As her family filled the whole house with their moans She fretted and chided Until she decided As a farm girl she had many oats to be sown She first joined her mother and brother in screams, Then gave her strong father the threesome of dreams, Bobbie purred "Ooh la la!" Learning, "Ménage à trois" Then the whole sinful family took the term to extremes In time, both the parents could not stay awake The three horny offspring had thirsts still to slake With folks under covers, The three sibling lovers, Went down to the dark den to fuck without break In the yard, Pete was barking at the end of his chain The one Brown clan member who could not remain Inside playing house With a heat one can't douse In a family that now all had sex on the brain The morning sun came up, passed by, and went down As all of the family shuffled around Each pairing they tried, In loud climax they cried, With hearty, incestuous, orgasmic sounds Kay Brown might not ever again reach for her corn, She'd had the best climax from her own first born! And then, there's her son, With his mighty fine gun, With these two she might find she's never forlorn Old Farmer Brown, he had been given new life, Although he thought little of mounting his wife, With two lovely daughters That made his mouth water He'd long cut those loaves with a cock like a knife The steadfast marine had hit pay dirt as well He loved his sweet sister more than he could tell And there was his mother With love that could smother, And a hot older sister that could fuck like all hell Now sweet Bobbie Jean had a collection of sorts, French words to be spoken as she practiced her sports, Of fucking her brother, And sister, and mother, But most of all Daddy, the best of consorts While Emma Lou found that her problem was not Here being a nympho was as good as it got She rode and she sucked, She licked and she fucked, Her fabulous family hit the right spot! Her problem was solved in a way unexpected Her sources of pleasure were those she'd neglected She came every time, By committing the crime Of sex with relations with whom she connected The farm house walls echoed with ecstatic screams, Where a family learned nothing is as it seems A seedpod could take you, And shake you and make you, So you might as well live out your wildest dreams Aftermath The Browns soon recovered from T wave direction As urges subsided, they stewed in reflection That what they had done At the time had seemed fun But now lead to deeply ashamed introspection The family crowded together in church Like birds on a wire, they'd so closely perch, In a row, in a pew, Hoping no one there knew What they'd know if they could telepathically search They felt trembling, horrible shame at their acts They tried to take solace in specific facts The aliens made them, Abused and betrayed them, But the truth was deep down inside incest attracts The Browns were no longer urged on by sensations Of Telefragenic Neuromalous vibrations They again knew the rules That their family jewels Could not be shared with their genetic relations Young Thomas decided he must go away To rise through the ranks as the price he must pay The Proud, and the Few Who had enjoyed a screw With his sisters, and mother, a most memorable lay Bobbie Jean moved to town, to her own small apartment Paid for by a job in a Store-Mart department Where she could forget She had shamelessly let Her nearest of kin touch her secret compartment While Kay and the farmer joined group therapy To help them to deal with their strained family As well as the wrecks Left by family sex Not to mention the lack of it twixt he and she A last side effect of Neuromalous waves Turned up fifteen fold so that Emma would cave Was to fix old Bert's brain To make him quite sane With the difference that he was now an incest slave Uncle Bert in this way was no longer deranged Since his brain paths had been expertly rearranged He found new release With his favorite niece Through a carnal disorder for which he'd exchanged His own wife had left him, and Jennifer Sue Had then gotten married and moved somewhere new He moved in with Emma To solve the dilemma Of giving his niece something better to do For Bert, the T waves formed quite permanent lures His kisses were Emma's affliction's best cures The forbidden lovers Lived life under covers Ignoring the limits of life's social mores Both Emma and uncle enjoyed endless pleasure Orgasmic sensations without count or measure Of infinite length And enduring strength Joining Emma and Bert as each other's best treasure One lasting reward for this harrowing event Was the permanence of their high thermal ascent Their torrid, hot sex Was in all respects Forever improved by where their fevers went To state it succinctly, the lovers would please Each other with temperatures raised four degrees Which gives a new name To the quaint term "love's flame" And would lead to some fairly well-singed birds and bees Epilogue Our government has a thick file of sorts With interviews, briefings and detailed reports of such body snatchers as reach their dispatchers Who send the black suits there to offer support "Support," of course, means victims' lifelong detention In a cell, with full-time psychiatric attention While the victims, events, results, and intents Are hushed up in ways that avoid public mention The Browns, though, were lucky, and were not so fated As those awful measures had not been created The Browns were the first To be so perverse But how many since then, well, that's long been debated And so the Brown's snatchers were met and destroyed And the Browns had in this way been helped to avoid A grand body snatch They escaped, with a catch, That would make a great headline for any tabloid The Browns, though, no longer could claim, "We're enslaved", Or Telefragenic Neuromalously waved They lived with deep shame And love lives made tame By the trysts of a lifetime — that were too depraved Their forbidden fruit had been tasted, then tossed To the side, thinking such loves are better off lost They ached for that lay But kept such lust at bay The pleasures of incest bore too high a cost They lived through a nightmarish weeklong of hell But faced it together, and faced it quite well The courage they'd show In bed with a foe Is what made this tale worth the bother to tell And now the poor family is quite deranged Their sex lives have been cosmically rearranged The failed pod invasion Has caused a sensation With terrestrial love lives galactically changed Each one of us lives in a sexual cage That limits our pleasures to one single page Of an expansive list Of whom one can kiss Determined by caste, sex, relation and age Everyone lives as society's slave Protecting the secret of something they crave A fetish or kink Unless one could think With a Telefragenic Neuromalous wave So the next time you find yourself trolling in bars, And looking for love as if shopping for cars, It's a far better course, Than an alien force That could make you look up and thank your lucky stars! She put the papers down. She put the papers down. Her calm smile and beaming eyes told him that she had liked it. The papers were soon neatly tucked into her handbag. She'd make sure that the world saw them. She'd see to it that someone, somewhere knew their story. She'd see to it that people were properly warned. For the moment, that was unimportant. He looked at the box, wondering what to do next, and how the story would continue. If you think that this story's in any way true, Or want this to happen to your family and you Turn off your computer Put down that six-shooter And go out and find something better to do... A writer must conjure, contrive and emote Express and then stress about each word he wrote Since he took the time To make these lines rhyme The least you could do is to bother to vote The tale I've laboriously written is through I have, for myself, only one thing to do The last task that's mine Is to write one last line, From the Browns and I, if I may, "Merci beaucoup!"