18 comments/ 33958 views/ 67 favorites Invasion of the Snatch Snatchers By: walkerlong /*** The following is a work of fiction. Those who find similarity to any persons living or dead are really taking it way too seriously. The characters depicted are of adult age, even if they don't act like it. Though we're all adults here, certain elements may offend some readers: * graphic descriptions of sexual activity * using deception to get sex * sexual relations between relatives * ripping off old horror movies ***/ "My God! Her body is insane," Austin panted. He was standing on a desk with his head shoved into an air conditioning vent. "Shut up, dumbass," Ray growled. "She's going to hear you." "We wouldn't have to worry about that," Austin pulled his head out of the duct to look down at Ray, who was reclining on his bed reading a comic book, "if you would let me put in the camera." "Fuck you," Ray mumbled without looking up from Guardians of the Galaxy. Making a peep hole into his sister's bedroom was one thing - a few missing pieces of ductwork could be passed off as shoddy workmanship. A hidden camera was a lot harder to explain. "Oh, dear Lord," Austin turned back to the vent. "She's getting out the baby oil." Ray's sister, Maya, had a secret online alter-ego, LatinaHeat214. Most evenings she would lock herself in her bedroom and perform various titillating acts on her Logitech webcam for the entertainment of the internet viewing audience. Their parents thought she was doing homework. "Dude, you have got to see this," Austin insisted. He was Maya's biggest fan, although he'd only ever seen her performances through the slots in her air-conditioning vent. Not that he didn't want to see her online - he just couldn't afford it. The website charged by the minute to watch Maya's webcam shows. It was probably why she had her own car while Ray had to ride his bicycle everywhere he went. "What the hell? She's my sister, you deviant." "Dude," Austin said seriously, "tits like that transcend morality." Ray didn't respond. There was no point in denying that Maya was hot. Not just girl-next-door hot, either. Not even movie star hot or Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition hot. She was absurdly, freakishly hot. Her body was nothing but tits and ass held together with a few narrow strands of skin and bone. She had the kind of exaggerated femininity that you wouldn't expect to exist outside of a comic book artist's wet dreams. She was his sister, so of course Ray tried not to think of her sexually. But her one-point-twenty-one gigawatts of sex appeal were hard to ignore. Half the people who met her wanted to fuck her. The other half wanted to be her. She attracted admirers like a stray dog attracts fleas. Guys in their high school still talked about Maya, and she had graduated two years ago. Meanwhile, Ray struggled to get noticed at all. He had been living in the shadow of those tits for his entire high school career. Now horny internet users all over the world were throwing down their credit cards to watch Maya play with them on cam. Watch her squeeze them, oil them up. Watch them glisten and jiggle when she moved. Ray's cock hardened and strained uncomfortably against his constricting jeans. Settle down, he urged his raging hormones. She's your sister! His cock, however, didn't seem dissuaded in the least. "I need a girlfriend," he mumbled. "Damn right you do," Austin agreed. "I told you to ask out Brandi. She just broke up with Kevin. Now is the time to make your move!" "She's a freshman!" "So?" "So I'm eighteen now. I can't go around screwing freshman," Ray insisted. "Freshman girls have all the same parts," Austin countered. "Trust me on this, bro." Ray just rolled his eyes, which Austin didn't see because his head was back in the air conditioning vent. He also tried to adjust his erection to a more comfortable position, which thankfully Austin also didn't see. "Ok, I need to use the bathroom," Austin hopped down from the desk and walked quickly to the door. "Aww, man! Can't you at least wait until you get home?!" "True love will not be denied." "I think making love requires your partner to at least be in the room," Ray shot back, but Austin had already closed the door. Ray gave Austin a hard time about rubbing one out, but he was tempted to do the same. His cock was straining for release. Jerking off a hard-on that he had gotten from thinking about his sister's tits was just going too far, he decided. Getting a stiffy in the first place was bad enough. After Austin finished up and went home for the night, Ray was called down to dinner. He pulled on a long, baggy shirt so his parents wouldn't see the tent he had formed in his pants. The hard-on just would not go away! Maya passed on dinner because she had to "study." Their mother offered to bring a plate up to her after the family had eaten. "Can I eat in my room, too?" Ray suggested. "No," his mother snapped and dumped another spoon full of red rice onto his plate. "Aww, Mama! That's not fair," he whined. "Your sister is making straight A's at the community college. We have to support her hard work! You could learn from her, Mijo. Isn't that right," she elbowed Ray's father, who was watching a soccer match on a tablet beside his plate. "Listen to your mother," he announced before going back to his game. "See," Ray's mother nodded with satisfaction. Ray just rolled his eyes. Maya had never worked a day in her life. She just batted her eyelashes and stuck out her chest and the world bent over backward to give her whatever she wanted. Ray inhaled his dinner and rushed back upstairs. Alone in his room, he didn't have to worry about his misbehaving woody attracting attention, but it was getting seriously uncomfortable. Everything he did to try to relieve his erection - shifting position, adjusting his jeans, crossing his legs - just enraged his cock further. Eventually he broke down and dialed a number he had saved on his phone. "Hey, is this Brandi? ... Hi, this is Ray. ... No, Ray Martinez. I go to your school. ... Yeah! That's right. ... So I was wondering, would you like to ... What's that? ... Oh, I hadn't heard that. Back together, huh? ... Well, that's cool. ... No, it's cool. But I should let you get back to what you were doing. Let me know if you ever want to ... Hello? Helloo?" Ray flopped onto his bed. It was hopeless! He was going to be a virgin forever. He might as well get used to jerking off every night. It was the closest he was going to get. Not that it was particularly satisfying - he couldn't even get decent porn. Not with Maya hogging the laptop. He unzipped his pants and pulled down his waistband. His cock popped up like it was spring loaded. Damn he was worked up! Ray wrapped a hand around himself and stroked the rock hard erection. He closed his eyes and imagined a girl going down on him - taking his cock in her soft, warm mouth. A real mouth probably felt way better than his stupid hand. Not that he was ever going to find out. Then he heard a quiet moan from next door. What was Maya up to over there? He could easily take a look through the vent. Just a quick, momentary peek. There was nothing weird about that. Ray climbed on top of his desk. He was just curious. Really, that was all. What he saw through the vent grill aroused more than his curiosity, however. His sister, Maya, was on her hands and knees. She was completely naked and one hand was reaching back to pull a thick, black dildo in and out of her pussy. Her firm, round tits hung down, swaying back and forth with the rhythm of her strokes. From his vantage point, Ray clearly saw her body stretch and deform to accommodate the girth of the sex toy. What would it feel like to be gripped so tightly? To have every millimeter of his cock squeezed and caressed in that warm, wet hole? At that moment, he would have given anything to find out. In the next moment, he found out what it felt like to squirt cum all over a bedroom wall. Without even realizing it, at some point he had started stroking himself again. In no time at all he was rushing headlong toward orgasm. He had a moment to think. This is wrong! I can't masturbate while spying on my sister! But that moment flew past. He had reached the point of no return. It just felt too fucking good to stop. It felt good to finish, too. His body convulsed and his cock jerked in his fist. He clapped his free hand over his mouth to stop from crying out. It was awesome! It felt so much more intense than rubbing one out while fantasizing about some girl from school. "I need a girlfriend," he sighed. He buttoned up his pants and went into the bathroom to grab a couple Kleenex. He went back to his desk, looked at the streams of cum dribbling down the wall, and went back for a couple more Kleenex. When he had flushed the gooey tissues down the toilet, his phone buzzed with a message. It was from Austin: Something weird is going on. My mom made dinner tonight. Ray shot off a reply: So ur texting me about it? Yeah, that is a little weird. Austin's answer arrived almost immediately: She made steak. And it tasted pretty good. "That is weird," Ray mumbled. Austin's mom had been a dedicated vegetarian for as long as Ray could remember. She was also a terrible cook. She would sometimes prepare fish or even chicken when Austin asked for it, but it was always barely edible. Menopause I bet. Rmber when my mom ordered all those commemrative plates from home shopping? Ray grabbed a comic book from his nightstand and stretched out on his bed. He was enjoying, for a few minutes at least, the calm and satisfied sensation of being not the least bit horny. A reply from Austin arrived after a few minutes: No, it's something else. She's different somehow. "Whatever," Ray set his phone aside. His friend was always tripping about something. If it wasn't sexism in video games it was mercury in tunafish. Ray wasn't in the mood to let another one of Austin's conspiracy theories spoil his buzz. The next morning Ray heard a clattering sound at his window as he was stumbling out of bed. He shrugged it off and headed to the bathroom. Ray and his sister shared a bath. It had two doors - one leading to Maya's room and the other to Ray's. The door from Ray's room was locked, however, which meant that Maya was using the bath. The window clattered again and Ray, since he had nothing better to do, went to check it out. He looked outside just in time to see Austin toss a handful of gravel. The tiny stones pinged off his window with a dreadful racket. Ray threw open the sash and stuck his head out. "What the fuck, man?" he yelled down. "Ring the goddamn doorbell!" "Shhhh," Austin admonished. "I need to talk to you." Ray closed the window and pulled on a pair of torn jeans. Maya would be preening in front of the mirror all morning, so Ray had time to play along with this game. Besides, Austin wasn't going to give up easily. He would just start tossing bits of the driveway at the window until Ray came downstairs. "All right," Ray said with a yawn as he padded across the driveway in bare feet. "This better be good." "First, tell me this," Austin looked intensely at Ray. "Who was the first girl you ever hooked up with?" "It was Mary Sue Leighton. Everybody knows that." Austin narrowed his eyes at Ray. Neither boy said anything for a moment. They just stood there looking at each other - Austin with an eyebrow cocked in exaggerated skepticism and Ray squinting against the morning sun. Finally Ray tossed up his hands. "Oh, all right! I told everybody that I made it with Mary Sue, but she just let me touch her bra in exchange for copying my algebra homework. Happy?" "Oh, thank God," Austin pulled Ray into a tight hug. "You're still you." "Have you been sniffing glue?" Ray twisted out of Austin's grip. "What the hell is wrong with you?" "Dude," Austin insisted sincerely. "We are in the middle of some serious shit. My mom is not my mom." "What are you saying?" Ray took a few steps away from his friend and leaned against Maya's sapphire blue Camaro. "You're adopted?" "No, no!" Austin waved off the suggestion. "I mean, the woman in my house is ... is ...an imposter. She looks like my mom, sounds like my mom. But it isn't her!" "So," Ray asked trying not to sound too sarcastic, "somebody kidnapped your mom and replaced her with a different person who looks exactly like her?" "I know it sounds crazy," Austin pleaded. "But she was being totally weird all night. Not acting like herself at all. It is definitely not my mom. I know it." "Maybe you should talk to somebody," Ray suggested quietly. Somebody, he was thinking, with lots of diplomas on the wall and access to mood altering drugs. "No," Austin exclaimed immediately. "The police might be a part of it. We don't know! We can't trust anybody!" "Oh, boy. Here we go." "My fake mom is taking the day off today." That in itself was unusual. The woman was an insane workaholic in Ray's opinion. Her law firm specialized in environmental law, which meant they had plenty of cases and didn't win very often. She practically lived at work. "I'm going to follow her and see what she does." "What? On your bike?" "Well, I was going to..." Austin started to explain but he was interrupted by the front door slamming. "Get the fuck away from my car, dweeb!" Ray jumped at the sound of his sister's voice. She was striding across the driveway wearing wedge sandals, designer jeans, and big, round sunglasses that hid about half of her face. Similarly, about half of her breasts were hidden inside of a tight fitting blouse. The top three buttons were undone revealing the valley of her cleavage and the lacy edges of her black bra. The fourth button was straining mightily to hold the shirt together. She was looking at Ray like he was something foul and sticky that she had just stepped in. On the bright side, the bathroom was available. "Hi, Maya," Austin gushed. He wasn't so freaked out that he forgot his infatuation with Maya, Ray was glad to see. "You look lovely this morning." "Whatever," Maya scowled. Ray and Austin scurried out of the way. The two boys watched as Ray's sister folded her long legs into the small car. She fired up the big V8 engine and roared off down the road. Austin got on his bike to leave. "Remember, don't trust anyone," he insisted before he pedaled off. "I won't," Ray yawned. Then he went inside to take a shower. Austin was true to his word and didn't show up at school that day. Ray wondered how Austin's investigation of his mom's day off had been going. He pictured his friend hiding in the bushes outside of a yoga studio all afternoon. Still, it would be better than school and he was a little envious. He came home after school and was surprised to see Maya and their mother talking together in the kitchen. Maya didn't usually have much time to casually hang out with the family. The two had been having an intense conversation - their heads leaning together over the kitchen table. The conversation stopped immediately when Ray came into the room. Both women turned to him with broad smiles that seemed more than a little forced. Maybe Maya had finally gotten knocked up, Ray thought to himself. "Hey, little brother," Maya got up to greet Ray with a warm hug. She had buttoned up her blouse, he noticed. "Uhh. Hi, Maya," Ray sputtered. Where did that come from? His sister hadn't hugged him since he was 7 years old. "Is everything ok?" "Yes, everything is fine," his mother insisted. Her smile got even broader and more forced. "How was school today?" she quickly added. "It was good," Ray said tentatively. He looked at the two women, who were watching him expectantly. "I'm going to go up to my room now." In his room, Ray closed the door and grabbed his phone. He tapped out a text to Austin. when u say ur mom was being weird what do u mean exactly? Austin replied about two minutes later. Hard to describe. Just acting suspicious. Not like herself. Y? Ray thought for a few minutes and then sent a message back. Maya and my mom were being weird just now Austin replied almost immediately. Oh no! Not Maya too! I told you it was some kind of conspiracy. This is awful! Ray rolled his eyes. Maya was obviously hot, but she wouldn't give Ray or Austin the time of day. If you were going to be honest about it, she was a total bitch. A pair of tits, no matter how magnificent, was not worth getting all worked up over. Hold on. It might be nothing. Have to check it out more. The people in the kitchen certainly looked like his family. Was it possible that they were imposters? How would he know? Maybe he could trick them into revealing themselves. Ray dropped his phone on the desk and went downstairs. He found his mother in the kitchen working over the stove. "What's for dinner, Mama?" "Oh!" she jumped. "I didn't see you there, ... uhh ... Raymond. Well, I'm making some bierocks." "What's a beer rock?" "It's a baked bun filled with meat and seasonings. Onions. Sauerkraut usually, but we seem to be out of that." "What's sour crowd?" "It's a cabbage that has been ... mm ... we're just trying something new tonight. Ok?" "Ok, Mama," Ray agreed. "Sounds delicious." That was unusual, Ray had to admit. It didn't prove anything, however. His mother often liked to try new recipes. She had never made anything called sour crowd before, but she had once made an empanada stuffed with fried cow tongue. He needed some real evidence before he would believe in Austin's crazy theories. "Hey there, little brother," Maya said brightly when Ray finally found her on her hands and knees in the flower beds in front of the house. "It's a beautiful evening, isn't it?" "Uhh. Yeah," Ray eyed her suspiciously. "What are you doing?" "These are such lovely flowers," she sat up and looked around. "But the crabgrass is starting to take over. So I thought I'd pull some weeds before dinner." "Okay." As he watched, Maya grabbed a scruffy, pale-green plant and yanked it out by the roots. "Yes, indeed," she took in a deep breath. "I just love the smell of fresh soil." "Really?" That definitely didn't sound like something Maya would say. Still it didn't necessarily prove anything. Maybe she had just been smoking some especially mellow pot today. He needed to think of something that the real Maya would never, ever say in a million years. Something that she would rather die than do. In a flash, he was struck with an inspiration. "Say, Maya," Ray began with a grin. He was really going to trip her up! "Could I borrow your car?" "Well, sure," she replied easily. "When do you need it?" "Uhhh," Ray groped for an answer. He hadn't really expected her to say that. "Tomorrow afternoon I guess." "Okay then. Tomorrow is Saturday, so that's fine. My next class at the community college isn't until," she paused and looked up thoughtfully, "Monday at 9 a.m. What are you going to do?" "Hmm?" "What are you going to do with the car?" "Oh. My friend Austin needs a ride," Ray sputtered. "To the mall." "Oh, that sounds fun. You boys have a good time," she grinned and happily turned back to pulling weeds. If this wasn't his sister, who was she? Ray had no idea. That evening at dinner the family sat and ate quietly. Ray found the beer rocks were actually pretty good, although a little bland. "Say Raymond," his mother said. "There's a new space flight simulator at the mall. It's amazing! You feel like you're really there! You should check it out. Shouldn't he, Maya?" "Yes," Maya agreed. "It is amazing. Raymond was planning to go to the mall tomorrow, weren't you Raymond?" "Uhh, yeah," he agreed. Invasion of the Snatch Snatchers "Well that's perfect! You should definitely check out the space simulator," his mother insisted. "It's just right next to the Sears. Maybe your father would like to go also? Wouldn't you?" she tapped Ray's father on the shoulder. "Wouldn't you like to go with Raymond?" "Listen to your mother," Ray's father advised before going back to watching his soccer match. At least some things hadn't changed. "So, Mama," Ray changed the subject. "You forgot to pay my allowance today." He had never actually received an allowance before, but maybe she didn't know that. "Oh, I'm sorry about that, Raymond," she stood and retrieved her purse from the kitchen counter. "Let's see here." The woman slipped out a twenty dollar bill and set it on the table in front of Ray. She stood watching him carefully. When he didn't pick up the bill, she slowly drew out a second twenty dollar bill and laid it on top of the first. He still didn't pick up the money. His mother glanced at Maya who only shrugged. Then she removed yet another twenty dollar bill from her purse and set it down with the first two. "Thanks, Mama," Ray grabbed the money. He didn't want to press his luck. Sixty dollars! Ray hadn't had sixty dollars of his own since his last birthday. He was rich! "There you go," his mother smiled. "You can use that money to pay for the space flight simulator at the mall there." Ray finished his dinner and rushed upstairs to his room. He needed some time to think. His family was behaving strangely - especially Maya - but that didn't mean they were imposters, did it? They were actually being nice. Maybe they had just decided to start treating him better. That was possible, wasn't it? It was certainly long overdue. Ray lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He just couldn't accept that someone had replaced his family with replicas who looked and sounded exactly the same. It wasn't even possible, was it? No, he needed more definite proof. There was a quiet knock on his door. "Good night, Raymond," his mother said from the hall. "Good night!" Ray yelled at the closed door. He heard some quiet activity from the room next door and decided to investigate. He climbed up on his desk and pulled down the air conditioning grate to look through to Maya's room. He saw Maya going through her clothes drawers. She picked up a lacy pink negligee, held it up with an expression of distaste, and then stuffed it back in the drawer. Then she found something in a silky animal print and put that back as well. Finally she decided on a simple white slip. Ray watched as she unbuttoned her blouse and then wiggled her ass to get out of her impossibly snug jeans. Soon Maya was wearing nothing but a small, lacy thong and Ray was sporting an erection that strained at his jeans. Here he was again, Ray thought wryly, getting off on watching his sister. How pathetic. But maybe, he considered, maybe she wasn't actually his sister. And maybe he had an opportunity to prove that once and for all. Ray hopped down from the desk and scurried to the bathroom. He walked across the cold tile of the bath and through the door on the other side. In Maya's room, he saw his sister standing near her bed wearing the simple, white slip. It was draped over her protruding chest like a tarp concealing the prototype of the latest high-performance sports car. "What are you wearing?" he asked. "You never wear that." "Oh! Raymond! Well, I just ... you know ... thought it would be nice for a change," she sputtered. "Hey, what are you doing in here?" "Am I bothering you?" Ray asked. That would be an automatic "Yes" for the old Maya. "No, of course not!" she answered easily. "I'm always happy to chat with my little brother. What's on your mind, Raymond?" "Are you feeling alright?" Ray asked her. This was clearly not Maya. Was she an imposter? Or had she been brainwashed and turned into someone ... nice? "You don't seem like yourself lately." "No, I'm fine!" she gave Ray a panicked look and wrung her hands. "Just fine! Nothing strange here. Why ... uhh ... why do you ask?" "You're just acting all weird. Not like yourself." "Did I do something wrong?" She wound a lock of long, dark hair around her finger. "I'm sorry if I did, I've just been ... umm ... a little absent minded lately." "It's not so much what you're doing," Ray told her, "but what you aren't doing." "Oh! I'm sure I just forgot," Maya giggled nervously. "What should I be doing?" "Well," Ray paused. Was he really going to try this? Why not? What's the worst that could happen? "You would have kissed me ordinarily." "Oh, of course!" She smacked her palm on the side of her head. "Silly me. Just getting forgetful, I guess. You know I love you, though, little brother." She hopped over to Ray and pecked him on the cheek. "No, no." He put his hands on her narrow shoulders to stop her from backing away. "On the lips." "But I'm ... you know ... your sister," she protested. "Aren't I?" "That never stopped you before." "Ohhh," she nodded. Ray let one hand slide down from her shoulder and cover the bulge of her protruding breast. She filled his hand perfectly. He squeezed and felt the soft, yielding roundness of her flesh. Her eyes widened in recognition. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "I can't do ..." Ray interrupted her objections by pressing his lips over hers. She tried to back away, but he put his other hand around her waist and pulled their bodies together. His raging hard cock ground against her body through his jeans. He nibbled eagerly on her soft, pillowy lips. He could feel the nub of her nipple as it hardened against his palm. She stopped struggling. "That's more like it," Ray grinned when he came up for breath. "Well," Maya panted. "Indeed. What ... umm ... what else am I supposed to be doing?" Yes! Ray felt elated. First, he realized that he had proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was not actually his sister Maya. Not only that, but this gorgeous woman - whoever she was - was ready and willing to do about anything to convince him otherwise. In his whole life Ray had been second best behind his sister, Maya. Now the tables had turned! In the circumstances, there was only one thing he could say. "Well, you could suck my cock." "Suck what?" she gave him a confused look. "Here," he led Maya to her bed and had her sit down on the edge. Then he unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the floor. His boxers quickly followed and his erection sprang out in front of him. "Oh, my!" Maya exclaimed. She began to back away, but stared with rapt attention at Ray's exposed member. The whites were visible all around her eyes. It was as though she had never seen a penis before in her life. "No, no," Ray coaxed. "Just suck on it." "Put that," she stared straight ahead, "in my ... mouth?" "Of course." He looked down at her. "Are you sure everything is fine? You're being kinda weird again." "Yes. I'm fine, just fine," Maya insisted. "I was just wondering, how often does she ... you know ... how often do I do this to you?" "Oh," Ray searched for a plausible lie. "A couple times a week." "Right," she agreed. "That's what I thought." She gently grasped his hard cock in one hand and leaned forward. He could feel her warm, soft skin and his cock became even harder. Yes! She was actually going to do it! Ray would finally know the sensation of being with a woman. "Oh, wow," he moaned as she tentatively slipped her supple lips over the tip of his penis. She sucked him back gently, caressing him with her tongue. It was even better than he had expected! Her mouth was so deliciously hot and wet. "Goodness," she drew back to exclaim. "It is so hard! Not like flesh at all. More like solid hickory!" "Don't stop," Ray pleaded. His body was so keyed up that he was quickly losing control. "Please!" "Ok," she grinned at him. No sooner had his sister wrapped her mouth around his cock a second time, than Ray felt his pleasure build to the point of no return. She sucked on him just once and was immediately rewarded with a jet of hot sticky cum filling her mouth. She drew back in surprise, but Ray continued to ejaculate. Another spurt caught her on the cheek. Then another landed on her chest as she scooted away from Ray's line of fire. "I'm so sorry," he exclaimed when he caught his breath. "Goodness," she breathed. She watched the thick, white cum oozing down between her breasts and disappearing into her nightgown. "I did that?" "I am so sorry," Ray insisted again. He scurried to the bathroom to grab a handful of Kleenex. Back in Maya's room he tried to clean her up as best he could. "I really just did that?" she repeated in awe. "Yeah," Ray flopped down on the bed next to her. "That was the most wonderful thing I've ever felt." "Oh," she waved him off. "Surely it wasn't as good as all the other times. Was it?" "Oh, right," Ray remembered that he was supposed to be experienced at this sort of thing. "It was just as good as ever." "Really?" she smiled shyly. "Yes. It was terrific." "So I guess it's time to get some sleep," she gestured to his crotch. Ray looked down and saw his spent penis quickly softening. Yes, he had definitely satisfied that need for the night. How often, however, was he going to have a willing, beautiful female at his disposal? He was determined to make the most of it. "Not just yet," he said with a sly grin. "Here, take this off." He tugged at the hem of her nightgown. "Not so fast," she pushed at his hands. "Why not?" Ray asked accusingly. "You never worried about getting undressed before." "Oh, right. Ok, go ahead I guess," she said doubtfully but allowed him to pull the white gown over her head. "Lie back," he instructed gently when she was stripped naked. Her magnificent breasts pointed up toward the ceiling. He couldn't resist grabbing them. Maya gasped as he squeezed gently. Each breast was just a bit more than a handful and so delightfully soft and squishy. "Now lift up your backside," he told her as he grabbed her black thong with both hands. She looked up at him and nibbled on a corner of her lip nervously. She did as he asked, and he quickly swept the tiny panties down her legs. They both stared in amazement as Maya's neatly shaved pussy was revealed. She seemed just as fascinated as Ray by the smooth, puffy lower lips. Ray crawled between her legs on his hands and knees. "What are you going to do?" she whispered huskily. Ray was close enough to see the glistening of her arousal. She was getting turned on! He was turning her on! He lowered his face down to her crotch until his nose touched the soft skin of her mound. Then he extended his tongue. He had seen this done in countless videos on the internet. It didn't look that hard. "What are you doing down there?" she asked more assertively. He probed between her pussy lips with his tongue, slipping into her soft, warm recesses. Then he moved upward, hitting upon a small, hard bump. "What are you ... Oooo!" Taking encouragement from her sudden moan, Ray concentrated his attack on that spot. He slid his tongue from side to side and up and down. He circled around and around. Maya began to arch her back and thrash about on the bed. Ray held on tight and tried to keep his tongue on target. "Oh, my goodness! Ohhh, my goodness!" she moaned. Maya's cries became more and more urgent. Finally she grabbed a pillow and shoved it over her face. Her muffled moans grew more intense until, just as Ray's tongue was beginning to cramp up from the exertion, she was silent. Her shapely thighs tensed, squeezing Ray's head in a vice-like grip. Then her body went slack. "How did you do that?" she tossed the pillow aside. "You liked it?" Ray looked up from Maya's crotch with a smile. "It was ... remarkable," she panted. Her full, round breasts heaved. The two lovers locked eyes. Maya gave him such a look of desire that Ray couldn't resist. He lunged for her and pressed his lips to hers. She threw her arms around him and pulled their bodies together. He felt her magnificent tits flatten against his chest, then felt his hard cock press against Maya's stomach. He was hard again! Without breaking their passionate kiss, Ray backed away to let his manhood slip between Maya's legs. "Wait, Raymond! Wait," she urged him. Ray, however, was in no mood to wait or even slow down. He rocked his hips and pressed his body forward. "No! We can't ... mmmmm!" Ray felt his cock enveloped in a slippery, warm grip. "Oh, my god!" Ray moaned. He knew in an instant that he had been incorrect earlier. This was truly the most wonderful thing he had ever felt! He started to rock back and forth, pulling himself in and out of Maya's sweet, tight hole. "Okay," Maya breathed. "Okay, maybe ... mmmm ... maybe just a little while." Ray continued fucking Maya. He was almost delirious with pleasure. Her body held his cock so tightly. It was fantastic! He wanted to spend the rest of his life doing this. He began pumping his sister faster and faster. Each time he rammed his cock into her, her fabulous chest would quiver and shake with the impact. "Yes!" she urged him. "Yes, yes, yes!" He felt Maya again go tense under him. She wrapped her legs around Ray and held him tight. His stiff member was plunged deeply into Maya. He could feel her pussy pulse and contract around him. The pulsations quickly drove him over the edge and Ray shot his load into her. Ray and Maya held each other, each of them gasping for breath. "God, that was amazing," Ray said when he was able to speak. "Yes, it really was," Maya sighed. "Amazing." Soon the two were asleep, still tangled in each other's arms. Ray woke the next morning to find his sister curled up next to him. He nuzzled into her, using her silky, black hair to hide from the sunlight streaming through the window. His arm was wrapped around Maya, with his hand held softly in between her firm breasts. His morning erection was similarly nestled in the cleft of her ass. He wiggled against her, enjoying the sensation of her round buttocks gripping his cock. "Again?" she asked playfully. "Are you always this insatiable?" "You know I am," he whispered in her ear. "Maya?" there was a knock at the door. "Are you awake?" "Oh, shit!" Ray scrambled out of bed. "It's Mom!" He danced around the room, gathering up his discarded clothes. "Just a minute," Maya called out toward the door. She turned to Ray with a question on her face. Ray, however, was sprinting through the bathroom door with an armful of laundry. Back in his own bedroom, Ray crawled into bed, but his thoughts kept him from drifting back to sleep. He wasn't a virgin anymore! He'd fucked the hottest girl in town. And she'd liked it! His friends would be crazy jealous. Or they'd call him a deviant and never talk to him again. It was hard to know - all of his friends had expressed an eager desire to fuck Maya themselves. How they would feel about Ray doing his sister had never been mentioned. But was it really his sister? Maybe Austin was right - Maya could have been replaced by an identical copy. Maybe he'd had sex with some sort of alien shape-shifter. Was that less creepy or more creepy than having sex with your sister? Better play it safe, Ray decided, and just keep the sex part to himself. He reached for his nightstand to grab his phone. Ok ur right. Sumthing weird is going on. Austin apparently couldn't sleep in either, because he replied immediately. He'd probably been up all night keeping watch for little, green men. I told you! Fake mom keeps trying to convince me to visit some space flight thing at the mall. Suspicious. We should check it out. Ray frowned. Were they supposed to be private detectives or something? This wasn't a dumb movie - there could be serious danger! On the other hand, who could they tell? Nobody would believe this story coming from a couple high school kids. Maybe if they found some concrete evidence they could turn the whole mess over to the police. Ok. Pick you up after lunch. What was he getting into here, Ray wondered. Could he really be in danger? Maya didn't seem dangerous. In fact, she was a lot nicer than his real sister. Maybe the whole thing wasn't such a big deal. How are you going to pick me up? Ray never had a chance to reply to Austin's text because Maya appeared in the bathroom door. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts that covered her entire ass and even some of her thighs. She must have dug pretty deep through Maya's wardrobe to find that outfit. "Aren't you dressed yet?" she laughed. "Come on, it's a beautiful day!" "So?" "So," she insisted. "I need your help! Put on some old work clothes and meet me downstairs." "I don't have any work clothes," Ray mumbled as Maya skipped out of the room with her ponytail swinging behind her. Nonetheless, Ray slid out of bed and grabbed the jeans he had been wearing the day before. He was perfectly happy to do as Maya asked - maybe that's what happens when a girl lets you fuck her, he thought. He found Maya and his mother in the kitchen. They were in much the same position as the day before - sitting together at the kitchen table and talking in hushed tones. When Ray came into the room their conversation stopped. His mother looked at him with an artificial smile that didn't touch her suspicious eyes. Maya, on the other hand, flashed him a sweet grin. "Good morning, Raymond," she said brightly. "I toasted you a bagel!" "A bagel?" he said doubtfully. He had heard of bagels, but never thought to try one for himself. He certainly never expected to see such a thing in his own kitchen. Don't act suspicious, he reminded himself. "Oh, a bagel! Yum." Ray sat and chewed while the two women watched him. It was actually pretty tasty. He might have to mention bagels to his mother - his real mother - when this was all over. "So I was thinking of planting some rose bushes along that fence in the back," Maya announced to break the silence. "Oh, won't that be lovely," their mother agreed. "I saw the perfect spot yesterday. There's room for 3 or 4 floribunda shrubs," Maya nodded. "Raymond is going to help me." "I am?" Ray nearly choked on a bite of bagel. When did he sign up for manual labor? "But it's Saturday!" "What better time to work in the garden?" Maya insisted sweetly. She set a hand on Ray's arm. Her fingers were soft and warm. "Oh, ok," Ray relented and stuffed the last of his bagel into his mouth. Maya cleared away Ray's plate and led him outside. "You drive," she produced a set of car keys and handed them to Ray. He stared at the golden Chevrolet logo on the key fob for several seconds before a wide grin spread across his face. He practically skipped across the driveway to the electric blue Camaro. He had never driven his sister's Camaro. When he climbed into the low-slung leather seats Ray realized he had never even ridden in the little sports car before. With relish he fired up the big V8 engine and pumped the gas, enjoying the throaty roar. When Maya climbed into the seat beside him, Ray threw the car into reverse and rocketed down the driveway in a burst of unexpected acceleration. The throttle was a lot more sensitive than his mother's Buick. In the street, Ray found a forward gear and blasted down the cul-de-sac. He had reached the stop light at the end of their housing development before he realized he didn't know where to go. "Hey, where are we going, anyway?" "The garden center," Maya said vaguely. "Right," Ray nodded. "That sounds familiar." Fortunately, Ray rode past a sign for "Kingway Garden Center" nearly every day on the bus to school, so he had some idea where to go. They pulled into the parking lot and saw plants and pots stacked and hanging from every surface. There were tables and racks and shelves full of plants. Invasion of the Snatch Snatchers "Oh, this is perfect." Maya had her nose pressed against the glass as Ray parked the Camaro. He felt a surge of pride at his plant-store-finding acumen. The engine was still turning over when Maya burst out of the passenger door and sprinted into the midst of the flower display. Ray had to rush to catch up to her. "Oh, can't you smell it?" she exclaimed. She took in a deep breath, causing her chest to protrude even further. "They're already in bloom!" Maya pulled Ray from one display of fragrant flowers to another. He hadn't the slightest idea what she was looking for, but eventually she found it. "Do you think these," Maya gestured to a green plant with red flowers in a black plastic bucket, "or these?" she gestured to another green plant with red flowers in a different black plastic bucket. Ray made a thoughtful face and tried to discern a difference between the two choices. "Those seem ... umm ... healthier." "Good point, Raymond," she grabbed a pair of the black buckets and thrust them into Ray's arms. "Watch out for the thorns." Maya grabbed a bucket of her own and led Ray to the checkout counter. She carefully laid out a pair of wrinkled twenty-dollar bills to pay for the plants. "Let me help you with those," a burly garden-center employee swept the flowers into his muscled arms. He was a full head taller than Ray and twice as wide. His green t-shirt had a garden center logo to identify him as an employee and the sleeves torn off to identify him as a jackass with more biceps than brains. "Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady," he added. "Oh, thank you," Maya grinned. She seemed oblivious to his eyes crawling over her body. Ray opened the door of the Camaro and Maya bent over to clear a space in the back seat. The guy in the sleeveless t-shirt stared at her swaying ass with a hungry leer. "Need any help planting these?" he suggested. "I'd be more than happy to give you a hand." "Oh, no." Maya transferred the plants from his beefy arms and into the back seat of the car. "Raymond is going to help me. Thank you for the offer, though!" "Ok," he gave Ray a skeptical look and snorted. Ray frowned. This jerk was trying to hit on Maya right in front of him! Just because Ray had better things to do than pump iron all day, didn't mean he didn't deserve a hot girlfriend. Even if she was actually his sister. Or an alien body snatcher. Either way, the guy was an asshole. "Ready to go?" Maya settled the last of the plants into the car seat and brushed off her hands. Ray grinned and stepped next to her. He put his arms around her narrow waist and began nibbling playfully on her neck. "Raymond! People will see," she giggled. "Let them watch," Ray whispered in her ear and went back to kissing along Maya's jaw. He could hear her breathing quicken. "Oh, my goodness," she breathed. Her body was melting into his. The soft, round flesh of her breasts pressed into his chest. "Just," she panted. Maya put a hand on his shoulder and backed away. "Just save that for later." "All right," Ray grinned. He could see the flush on Maya's cheeks and it made her even more radiant. She smiled back and kissed him quickly on the lips. Then she folded herself into the low slung car and slammed the door. Ray smiled to himself and skipped around to the driver's side. The muscle-bound jerk in the t-shirt was still standing in the parking lot, staring in slack-jawed disbelief. Ray gave him a smug salute and then slipped into the car. Back at home, Maya turned up some gardening tools that Ray had never seen before. She handed him a shovel and led him to a sunny spot in the back yard. "We need three holes. Here." she stomped her dainty foot on the grass. "Here. And here." "Holes?" Ray gaped. Did she expect him to dig? In the dirt? "About this wide." Maya held her hands out about a shoulder width apart. "And this deep." Yeah. She expected him to dig in the dirt. Ray swore quietly to himself and sunk the shovel into the soil. Was this really worth it? On any other Saturday he would be inside - in the air conditioning - getting in some quality video game time. Instead he was out in the heat and baking sun, ripping up his yard at the behest of some alien shape-shifter who had possessed his sister. No, it really wasn't worth it, he decided. As Ray took a moment to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he saw Maya come around the house carrying one of the rose bushes. She swept a few stray locks of her glossy, raven black hair back from her face. Her soft, pillow lips split in a contented smile as she pressed her button nose into a fragrant, red blossom. Yes, it really was worth it, he decided. "That's perfect, Raymond!" Maya cheered. She set the plant down next to Ray's newly dug hole. Fortunately, after chopping through the grass and sod the sandy soil gave way pretty easily. Ray moved on to the second hole while Maya worked the ball of roots and soil out of the plastic bucket. She set the bush into the hole, and then backfilled with the dirt Ray had piled off to the side. Finally she added some water from the hose. When they had planted all three bushes, Ray stood back and admired their work. He had to admit, it really did look pretty nice. And, even though his arms and shoulders were beginning to ache, the feeling of accomplishment was pretty sweet. Maya stood beside him and looked over the new rose bushes with her contented smile. It was not a look he had ever seen from Maya before, but it suited her soft, delicate features perfectly. Even the smudge of mud across her lustrous cheek couldn't take away from her beauty. "You have a little dirt or something," he gently brushed his hand across her glowing skin and tried to wipe away the smudge. He quickly realized, however, that his hand was even more crusted with dirt than Maya's cheek. He was only making it worse! The light sheen of sweat on her tawny skin mixed with the dirt on Ray's hand and formed a great glob of mud over half of her face. "Oh, shit." "What?" she glared at him. "What did you do?" "It's fine," Ray backed away. Maya raised a hand to the side of her face and pulled it away sticky with mud. "Really. You look fine." "Is that so?" her shocked expression melted into a mischievous grin. "Then you won't mind looking like this too!" Maya lunged for the fresh mud where the third bush was recently planted and watered. She came up with a great handful of brown muck and raced after Ray. Ray sprinted across the yard but Maya was surprisingly quick. She caught up with him when he tried to cut across to the back door. Ray spun around and grabbed at her slim forearm. He was able to block the mud ball she had aimed at his head, but overbalanced and tumbled toward Maya. For her part, Maya had been running full out and wasn't able to dodge as Ray sprawled onto the grass at her feet. She lost her footing and landed on top of Ray with a splat. The two siblings came to rest in a chaotic pile in the green grass. "Are you ok?" Maya asked in between bursts of howling laughter. "Yeah, I'm fine," Ray answered with a frown. "Good," Maya giggled. She patted his cheek with a wet splat. Her muddy hand felt cool and slimy. "I was worried about you." "I appreciate your concern," he replied sarcastically. He tried to maintain a straight face, but Maya continued to lie on top of him and giggle uncontrollably. Finally, he could squeeze his lips into a frown no longer and his laughter exploded out. When they were younger, Maya had been helplessly ticklish on her side. Ray decided to find out if she still was - he grabbed her around the middle and wiggled his fingers into her ribs. "Ahh!" Maya screamed and jerked away. Ray rolled over on top of her. He pinned her down and continued to tickle her mercilessly. "Take that!" he exclaimed as Maya wiggled beneath him and shook with laughter. She tried to scoot away, so he shifted his hands to hold her down. He came up with an overflowing handful of her right tit. She took in a quick breath and then froze. Ray looked down at his sister and gently squeezed her resilient flesh through her t-shirt and bra. Their faces were just inches apart. Ray saw her luscious lips slowly part as he lowered his face toward her. He had a sudden vision of his father looking out the back window. He was probably watching a soccer match. But what if he wasn't? Ray froze. Maya had closed her eyes and was slightly pursing her pouty lips. Even covered in mud she was almost irresistible. Ray yanked his gaze away from his sister and stood. "So the flowers look really nice," he said lamely and extended a hand to help her up. "They are lovely," she sighed. "I've always had roses ... err ... I've always wanted roses. Thank you so much for helping me!" "My pleasure," Ray insisted. He was surprised to find that he really meant it, too. "So we are both filthy." "That's true." "Maybe we should, you know, take a shower," Maya suggested coyly. "Yeah, that's a good idea," Ray agreed. He stood and thought for a moment. "Oh! Yeah, let's go!" Upstairs both Maya and Ray went to their respective bedrooms and locked the doors. They met in their shared bathroom where Ray pulled Maya into his arms and kissed her urgently. He pulled his mouth away only long enough to yank Maya's t-shirt over her head and toss it aside. He continued to suckle on her lower lip as he fumbled with the clasp on her bra. Through a combination of luck and persistence he managed to free her substantial mammaries. He ran his hands over his sister's fleshy globes, caressing the hard nubs of her nipples with his palms. He was unwilling to relinquish those magnificent melons entirely, so Ray attempted to unbutton her denim cutoff shorts one handed. "Let me," Maya panted when Ray was unable to open her fly. She quickly dropped her shorts and panties to the floor and stepped out. "I'm all naked," she observed. "And you still have clothes on." "Right," Ray agreed. He let go of her breasts and focused on pulling off his own clothes. Maya went to the shower and turned on the hot water. When Ray was undressed he followed Maya into the steaming shower stall. She was standing under the shower head with streams of water coursing down her dramatic curves. Most of the mud that had caked on her face had already been rinsed away. "Come over here," she led Ray by the hand into the spraying water. She took a fluffy pink puff and soaped it up. The gently used it to clear away the grime from Ray's face. Then she caressed him back and forth across the chest and then down his abdomen, covering Ray with frothy suds. At his midsection, she covered his protruding erection and upper thighs with lather. Maya then firmly stroked his soapy cock with her free hand. "Ohhh," he moaned. He had often masturbated himself in the shower, but having his sister do it for him was much, much better. Ray took the soapy puff from Maya and covered her magnificent upper body with fragrant suds. He moved her heavy breasts from side to side to work the soft, slippery soap all around her ample curves. All the while she continued to pump his throbbing member closer and closer to release. Maya's hand, however, wasn't what Ray wanted most. He wanted to be inside of her once again. He took his sister's hand from his cock and pushed her back against the cool tile of the shower wall. He pressed his body against hers and inserted his hard rod in between her legs. He bent at the knees to rotate his cock to the proper angle to penetrate Maya. "Ah-ah-ah," she chided him. Maya took his penis in her free hand and guided it out from between her shapely thighs. She slowly sunk down to her knees. "Let's do this instead," she insisted. "Oh, ok," Ray answered with a quiver as she drew his sensitive cock head into her hot mouth. She slurped on him much more eagerly than the first time. The end result, however, was the same. Ray ejaculated forcefully into her mouth. Maya drew back and he sprayed two more jets of sticky cum into her chest where it was washed into the valley of her cleavage and down the drain. "Oh, fuck yes!" he exclaimed. "You do enjoy that, don't you," Maya grinned from ear to ear. "Yes, definitely." Ray leaned back against the tiled wall. His knees suddenly felt unsteady. "So I was thinking," Maya began tentatively, "that you could - only if you want to, of course - you could do that thing." Ray looked at her blankly. "You know. That thing with your tongue. Down there," she gestured to her crotch where water dripped off of the smooth lips of her pussy. "Oh!" Ray exclaimed. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd love to do that again." This time it was Ray's turn to drop to his knees. Maya spread her legs eagerly, but he grasped her by the hips and turned her around. When her thick, round ass was pointed toward his head, Ray pushed on her back. Maya looked at him dubiously, but allowed him to bend her over at the waist. Ray reached up and unhooked the hand-held spray nozzle. With a few twists of the control, he summoned a pulsing jet of warm water. "Oh, my goodness!" Maya exclaimed when the focused spray split her lower lips. Ray fluttered the water forward and back across her slit. Maya quivered and shook at each pass when he would reach the front and turn back. "Oh! My! Goodness!" Maya bent further to thrust her clit more directly into the path of the rushing water. After a few teasing passes with the shower nozzle, Ray set it aside and plunged his tongue into his sister's pussy. "Oh, that is lovely," Maya purred. Ray pushed his searching tongue as deeply into Maya's sweet channel as it would reach. He thought, somewhere in a tiny corner in the back of his mind, he needed to do this with a real girl as soon as possible. It was too amazing! Every day he had spent without his tongue up a girl's pussy had been a day wasted. Maya seemed to be enjoying it as well. She moaned loudly and braced her hands against the wet tile walls of the shower. Ray went exploring through her wet slit. He soon came upon the hard, protruding nub of her sensitive, quivering center. "Oh, dear God!" she cried out as Ray wrapped his lips around her little button and sucked gently. He twirled his tongue around and round in tight, little circles. Maya pushed back against Ray's face and he twirled faster and faster. Finally, her whole body convulsed. She seemed to be holding her breath, until with a little squeak she released it. Her knees buckled and she lowered herself to the shower floor. "Oh, that was just lovely," she panted. "I wish I had known about that when I was younger." "What do you mean, 'younger'?" Ray reached up and turned off the water, which was cooling down by the minute. They had apparently emptied the hot water heater. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all," Maya shrugged. She sat up and wrapped her small hand around Ray's penis, which was hanging semi-hard. "Would you like me to put this in my mouth again?" "Ok," Ray nodded eagerly. She never had the chance, however, because there was a yell from the hallway. "Maya! Raymond! Lunch time!" "Shit! Mama!" Ray jumped. He rushed out of the bathroom and threw on some clothes. He was pretty sure the woman in the hallway wasn't actually his mom and the girl he was eating out in the shower wasn't actually his sister, but he still had that guilty feeling he always did when he got caught doing something he shouldn't be doing. At lunch there were hot dogs and little hard-boiled eggs which had been cut in half the long way and filled with a yellow pasty substance. His mother had called them "devil eggs" and the whole concept seemed suspicious to Ray. "Mama," he backed out of the room, "I'm going to the mall with Austin. I'll just grab something to eat there, ok?" "Well, sure, Raymond," his mother said with her ersatz grin. "And don't forget that space simulator! It's right next to the Sears there. I think you'll really enjoy it." "Yeah," Ray nodded. "I'll definitely check it out." He turned and rushed to the front door. He saw Maya just coming down the stairs. She had put on a clean t-shirt and her long, black hair was freshly brushed but still gleaming with moisture from the shower. She was beautiful, he realized. He had refused to acknowledge that fact before. He knew other men - and a few women - were attracted to his sister, but he had only ever felt jealousy and resentment. Looking at Maya with fresh eyes, however, it was impossible not to see how truly stunning she was. "What is it, Raymond?" "Oh, nothing. I'm borrowing your car," he sputtered. "To go to the mall. Like we talked about yesterday." "Yes, I heard," she nodded. She was wringing her hands and biting the corner of her lip. After a second or two, Maya rushed down the stairs and quickly padded across the floor. When she was right next to Ray, she put a hand on his shoulder and leaned in. Ray thought she was going to kiss him goodbye - stranger things had happened recently - but instead she whispered in his ear. "Don't go to the space simulator." "What? What do you..." "Just," she interrupted, "trust me. Stay away from there. Ok?" "Ok," Ray nodded. "No problem." Blasting down the suburban streets in Maya's Camaro got Ray to Austin's house in minutes. Austin was waiting outside. Ray guessed he was hiding from his mom. "Nice!" Austin exclaimed when Ray pulled into the driveway and rolled down the window. "Very nice! How did you get this ride?" "Maya let me borrow it." "Oh, no!" Austin cringed as if Ray had slapped him. "Letting you drive her car? That's the last thing the real Maya would ever do." "No, not the last thing," Ray said vaguely. "Get in and let's go." "My fake mom brought up that space simulator four different times this morning," Austin told Ray after he had slipped into the passenger seat. "I think it has something to do with what's going on here." "I think so too," Ray agreed. "My ... family has been talking about it, too." He put the blue sports car into gear and headed to the Willowbrook Mall. Once there Austin wanted to head straight for the space simulator, but Ray insisted on stopping at the food court. He had skipped lunch, after all, and had sixty dollars to spend. He got a smoothie and a giant slice of pizza. With the pizza in one hand and drink cup in the other, he followed Austin as he maneuvered through the crowds of shoppers. Eventually they reached it - a simple store-front with three giant, white capsules against the back wall. Each was about the size of a small car and was split open like an enormous clamshell. A bold, neon sign above the entrance glowed with the phrase "Simulated Space Adventures!" The two boys walked past slowly, trying not to stare or arouse suspicion. The stopped at a bench in front of a nearby Sears store where they could watch the storefront through the leaves of a giant potted plant. "Looks like an arcade or something." Ray took a big bite of his pizza. "Yeah," Austin agreed. "Maybe we should go buy a ticket. That sign says fifteen dollars per ride." "No!" Ray exclaimed. He paused and went on more quietly, "No, it might not be safe." "Maybe you're right. Hey, there's somebody in there!" As they watched, a man in bulky cargo shorts and sandals climbed into one of the clamshell capsules. He sat down in a reclining, contoured seat and started shrugging into a three point seat belt. A woman with a pinched face and a white lab coat made a few adjustments to his safety restraints and the huge, curved hatch slowly closed. "It must be like a coffin in there," Austin mumbled. Ray had to agree. It didn't look appealing even if he hadn't suspected the attraction as being a front for a body-snatching alien invasion. It was the sort of thing that would appeal to reckless thrill seekers. Like his sister Maya. "Well, when that guy comes out we can ask him." But the man in the sandals didn't come out. Ray and Austin waited for an hour, but never saw the man again. They even took turns in the bathroom so he wouldn't be able to slip by.