4 comments/ 36266 views/ 8 favorites Reaching Out By: Andrew_Fielding "Well I think this is the best thing that could possibly have happened to us." That's what you say at the news. The news, two hours before our scheduled flight home, that the airport is forced closed by a ruptured water pipe. Our vacation is going to be extended for another night, until things get sorted out. "All good adventures begin with the unexpected. And now we've got an extra unexpected day. Lets go do something we haven't yet done." "All bets off?" I ask. "Anything possible, everything permissible" you say, and your eyes sparkle. We indulge in a day of walking cobbled streets, savouring local foods, drinking wine in the sunshine, and celebrating one another's company. "Love you." "Love you back." When the day and the evening are both done, we hold hands and wind our way back to the hotel where we had stayed the night before. With the airport closed, it and everything else in the city is overbooked. But the hotel has opened up its rooftop gardens to help with the unexpected overflow of stranded travelers. A flat roof that is a sea of bodies, blankets, sleeping bags and luggage, all laid out in puddles of personal space. A flat roof in the middle of a metropolis stirring with the slow and sensual pulse of a summer's night. We have zipped two sleeping bags together. I am already half asleep, my hands slowly tracing curves on the smooth of your back, when he arrives. He is one of the last people to pop up out of the stair box. He surveys the roof for the safest place to ease between others already settled. He is hesitant, because he will need to squeeze himself in, close in to someone else, closer than might be comfortable. Then he catches your eye. I wasn't paying attention at the time, not then. But you have since told me how he was drawn slowly forward under your direct gaze. I know exactly what effect you had on him. I can picture your subtle smile that slyly said 'settle down right here by my side, if you dare.' A smile from the most beautiful woman on the roof. A smile that turned the awkward necessity of finding a spot for the night into an unexpected excitement. Turned it into a fantasy about the woman with sexy red hair and lush red lips, and a long body hidden under the contours of her covers. No words are exchanged. He settles in quickly beside us, his mind wondering all the while. He peeks over at you regularly as he tucks himself in. He is young, and he is handsome as a man and sweet as a boy. You are watching him with your eyes half closed, enjoying his preparations for sleep. Perhaps you are imagining him under his bag, following the ever shifting lumps as he strips his clothes. You close your eyes fully only after he closes his. Hours later the city is quiet. In the gloom of the very earliest morning light, nothing is astir. Almost nothing. Next to us, there is the softest of movements. I cannot remember now which one of us wakes to it first, and who gently jabs the other. But there we are, both waking, and watching his arm deep down in his bag. A slow back and forth. A pulsing lump that is the spot where his hand stirs his cock. His eyes are closed. He is dreaming the sweetest of dreams. Surely he is dreaming of you. You have told me when we have shared fantasies how you love to watch a man's pants stretch and strain over a cock that needs escape. Escape -- to be boldly exhibited. Escape -- because it aches for your touch. We are mesmerized, looking across at the quiet stirrings next to us, you with a straight line of sight, and I propped up and looking up over your half turned shoulder. I am starting to run my hand over your naked back again. The naughty thought that this young man needs some adventurous help is on both our minds, and we suspect it of one another. So, after a while of watching and wondering, I dare myself to reach around you to unzip our bag a few inches until your arm is free. All very slowly, as if in a spell, as if testing a half formulated plan to see how aligned we really might be. After a studied pause, you carefully reach your arm out, and over, and down. We both tremble. I nudge your back reassuringly. You stretch the final bit, and place your hand gently on his bag, directly over his bulge. There is a moment where all movement stops. Then he, with his eyes closed, uncurls his hand and drops it away. Just the thin bag separates your hand now from his self hardened cock. Instinctively you work your way slowly down the length of it, gently shaping the bag over its outline, then forming a half shell for his balls. Your body quivers under my hands, which are circling your smooth warm bottom. This is not to be done lightly, but also cannot be done awkwardly, lest the spell of permissiveness be broken. And so we approach it reverentially. Carefully, you start to work your hand up and down the outline you have formed. He stirs, he breathes a little deeper, and his eyes remain closed. You establish a relaxed but steady rhythm through the soft fabric, which flows like the most luxurious of fluids as it bunches and stretches under your fingers and over his cock. His body is finding a subtle rhythm of its own, with little risings and fallings that track your touch. Around us the air is quietly stirring, as if in gentle accord, as if encouraging. Talking, even whispering, seems out of place. So our communication, our check ins, are by touch. It is a bit scary, this, but mostly I want more. And I am so hoping that you share that desire. I know you need to see, from me, that it's alright to go there. Once again, I am bold with zippers, only this time not with ours. With one arm I push myself up higher, and with the other reach over you and tug down on his zipper – way down as far as I can reach, down to his knees. With my clear encouragement, temptation is baldly laid out. As I settle back, I watch you consider the option, look at me, and then, with your arm, smoothly fold back his sleeping bag. He is exposed slowly to the night air. First his torso, smooth and tanned. Then suddenly, almost as if it has somehow not been expected, his cock, bouncing lightly into view as the last flap of material catches and releases over its rigid contours. It is tight, magnificent, glistening in the nightlight. His stomach is flat, his thighs are strong. We are looking down the length of his body, and his cock is hovering, suspended between his youthful belly and the infinite night sky above. It twitches as it tests its new surroundings and yearns. His cock's appearance, engineered by both of us, brings you to a state of focused excitement, which you telegraph through your body. I feel the heat starting to rise from between your legs as you look over the torch we have exposed. My hands are working their way gently between your thighs. We are moving in rhythm so as to be brave as we are enticed. This time, when you reach out for him, there is nothing between the two of you. I see your hand descending down his body, and I hear you both make involuntary sounds as you touch him for the first magical time. Softly, you repeat the finger dance from before, re-establishing the rhythm, adjusting the tempo to his feedback through your ever bolder, now cock-wrapped hands, savouring. I am working you under our bag. You are working him under the night sky. I can see his cock start to strain as it stiffens fully under the attention it is receiving. We are all three under a spell of desire. I speak to you with zippers a final time, suddenly and smoothly pulling ours down all the way to our feet, so you might pivot your body out of the bag. I am holding your hips, like an anchor. It's your call. And then I whisper the only words of the night, just to signal to you how I might feel about the next possible step: "Please love, come back up and kiss me after." And so you bend over him. I am moving my hands more quickly, reassuring you, exciting you. You have your hand cupped around the base of his balls, so gently. You rest your cheek for a moment on his belly, watching his stiff cock pulsing closely, head to head. Then you slide it into your loving mouth. I watch the back of your head as you swallow the young man, and start to suck out little throbs of shared pleasure. The tempo slowly but steadily drives up. Your hand and your mouth are working together from opposite ends. I sense that he will not last too long. I look over at his face, which is behind you and which you cannot see. He opens his eyes and looks at me. For a moment we are frozen. Then we relax: it's good, we signal to one another through a long look. He turns his focus back to you where it belongs. You feel a hand in your hair, tenderly working its way through your locks and readying you. Perhaps you think it's me. But then, it is remarkable how perfectly coordinated the gentle movements of that hand are with the physical rocking you and he have established. I can't see his cock. It's yours now. I can see his fingers tightening on the back of your head, moving and positioning you. I can see his body arching a little. You, no doubt, are feeling his cock coil and his balls pull close and hot to his body. You know these signals, and you tremble again under my hands. His other hand is suddenly on your head as well, and the two of you are rocking together and he groans and I see you working as you milk him as he comes, low and long. Thrusts of bursting pleasure, then more but quieter and longer and luxurious, a slow tremble through your bodies, and a long release as both of you let sag, your mouth still wrapped round his cock. You slip him loose a few moments later to take some deep breaths, and study the coating of fluids on his satiated, still stiff organ. There's a little pause, while you again rest your head on his belly, and run your fingers up and down his slippery love-pole. You twist to look back at his face, and reach with your hand to move a curl of hair on his forehead back in place. He lies still, eyes closed. And then you turn and look at me, and I smile. I look into your beautiful mischievous eyes. I look at your gently smiling, cock smoothed lips. When you go down on me, I love kissing you afterwards, when your lips are soft and warm and wet. I want your lips, right now. We begin with a kiss. Then my fingers are moving swiftly up the length of your pussy. There are tastes in your mouth I have never experienced before. For years after this chance adventure we occasionally tell each other the story of that night, to intensify our pleasure. And I like to think that he sometimes lies with his hand working his throbbing cock, thinking about you. For me, this could not have happened anyone else, and I love you so. Reaching Out +++ Part two is already in progress. All characters are over eighteen. On the subject of sociophobia, I have taken some liberties in how it works for the story. This is a work of fiction, after all. +++ James parked his car and sat a moment, looking at the old house. The rain was heavy and nearly falling sideways in the heavy winds. The window on the living room was bright and warm, and he could see his father and mother walking about. He smiled a bit and tried to cover himself as best he could with his coat before opening the car door. --- It was Dana who opened the front door for him. They both smiled wide and hugged. "Uck, you're all wet." Dana said, pulling back. "Yeah, sorry. It's really coming down out there." He said, hanging his coat on the hook. They went into the living room and he said his hellos. He had been gone for almost a year. The last time he had been able to visit was just before he had gotten his job. He only lived two towns over, but he felt like it was much farther. He had not seen his mom in almost a month and hadn't seen his dad or sister since his last visit. He had missed them terribly and was more than happy to be home again. He had ten days off from work and planned on spending all of it with his family. They all sat around the table for some catching up and a light dinner. Dad had been busy with his real estate ventures, and was doing well with it. His mother was finally making real headway with her leather working business, enough so that Dana was now working for her in the shop part time. After dinner and a long, happy conversation, they talked about sleeping arrangements. "The thing is, your old room kind of got turned into my office. So, there's no bed or anything in there." His dad said. "No problem, I can crash on the couch. I kind of figured you guys would have used it for something else." James said with a smile. "That couch is kinda lumpy." Dana said, her voice quiet. She was a terribly shy girl. She would only speak close to openly with her brother, and somewhat openly with her mom. When talking to her dad, it was as short of answers as she could get away with, not making eye contact at all. "Nah, it'll be fine." James said. He knew it was a little uncomfortable but he thought it wouldn't be too bad. --- James woke around three thirty. His lower back felt like it was tied in a horrible knot and his shoulders were stiff to the point that he had a hard time sitting up. His neck was stiff as well, and cracked loudly as he rolled it from side to side. He twisted at the waist carefully and his spine sounded like a bag of popcorn in the microwave. He sat for a while, wondering if it was worth it to try to lie back down. He really did not want to wake again feeling like a pretzel, but he had no idea what he would do for a few hours until someone woke up. He went to the bathroom while he thought. He came out and went back to the living room and found Dana sitting on the couch. He could see her fairly well in the low light that came in from the street light outside the house. She was wearing sweat pants and an old t-shirt. "What are you doing up?" James asked, sitting next to her. "I have insomnia. I'm always up around this time." She answered, looking down at her hands. "How long has this been going on? I don't remember hearing about it." "A few years now, I think. I just kind of started waking up earlier and earlier. Now I wake up around three thirty or four every morning." She said. She wouldn't look at him, but that was normal for Dana. "Have you told mom? " James asked, concerned. "She knows I wake up early, but not how early. I don't want her to worry and make me go to a doctor. I don't feel tired or anything, I just don't sleep much." She said. She was twisting and wringing her hands in her lap. Something she did when she was talking more than she wanted to. James thought this might be the longest conversation he had had with her in years. "Dana, even if you're not tired, you might need to see a doctor. Something could be wrong that needs to be checked out." James said. "OK. If it goes on for too much longer, I'll tell mom, ok?" She said, finally glancing up to him. "Ok." He answered, knowing this was probably the best he was going to get out of her. "So what do you do with all the time until mom and dad get up?" He asked. "I used to do homework or just study. Now that I'm out of school, I've decided to learn how to draw." She said. "Really? So you just sit and draw for a few hours, practicing?" He asked. "Yes. It's why I came down here. I wanted to draw your face." She said, nearly whispering as she pointed to the small sketchpad and pencil resting between her feet. "No kidding? Why didn't you just ask me to sit for you to draw me?" He asked, smiling. He felt rather flattered that she wanted to draw his face. She just shrugged in answer and stood up, gathering her pad and pencil and walking out of the room swiftly. James watched her go, surprised she had stuck around and talked as long as she did. James thought for a while about what she had said, trying to imagine her sitting in her room for a few hours every morning, just sketching and drawing, practicing shapes and forms and shading and whatever. He had a hard time doing it. He thought he would go mad trying to do something like that. --- The sun was just coming up when his mom came down the stairs. She was dressed, but not for work. She chatted with James over coffee at the small kitchen table. "James I wanted to talk to you about something." She said, frowning a little. "What's up?" "I'm worried about your sister. You know how shy she is. She doesn't have any friends, she doesn't talk to any boys. I don't want to watch her grow up to be some kind of hermit, locking herself away from the world. She looks up to you quite a bit. When I can get her talking a bit about it she talks about you like you're her hero. So I was wondering if you could talk to her about coming out of her shell a little. Trying to meet people, you know?" She looked frustrated and worried in equal measure. "Well, I can try, but I don't know how much good it would do. If a person doesn't like talking to people, they don't like talking to people. I don't think it's something you can just change with a couple of conversations." James said. He agreed that Dana should be more social but he didn't think that trying to force the issue would do any good. In fact he thought it could make the problem worse if he wasn't careful about how he did it. "Ok, but don't be forceful about it, please. Just try to talk about it like it's just something to consider is all. Know what I mean?" She asked, feeling like she couldn't quite word it right. James understood what she meant nonetheless. "Yeah, I get it. I'll try. I can't promise anything, but I'll try." James answered. They turned the conversation to lighter topics after that, mostly how his job was going, how hers was going, and current events, waiting for dad and Dana to come down. --- James, Dana, and mom spent the day at home; dad had a few showings he had to take care of and would be gone most of the day. Mom tried to get Dana to talk with them a fair bit throughout the morning, but gave it up after a while. Dana seemed content to simply sit back and listen to the conversation. James tried to gauge how Dana had reacted to their mom trying to get her to talk and thought that Dana had been close to leaving when mom had finally relented. --- James woke up just before four. He was sore and stiff again. He saw Dana getting up from where she was seated on the floor and starting to leave. "Dana, wait." He said, trying to clear the sleep from his head. She hesitated a moment, but left. She went up the stairs down the hall silently. He stretched and let his joints and back crackle before following her. He started up the stairs, wincing at the seemingly deafening creaks and groans of each step. He began to wonder how Dana had trotted up the stairs without a sound when they appeared to be made out of rusty nails and chalkboards to his feet. He wondered how often she crept through the house without a sound while their parents slept. It was a little spooky. He creaked his way to her door. Hers was the first in the hall. The next was his dad's office, then the bathroom, then his parents' room. To the left was just the railing that looked down on the living room, running the length of the hall. He saw a dim light coming from under Dana's door. He tapped on the door softly, his head held close to the wood. When she didn't answer he opened the door and looked in. She was sitting on her bed, her legs crossed under her, the sketch pad in her lap. Her hands were folded, resting on it, the mechanical pencil jutting out from her laced fingers. She was looking down at her hands, and in the low light of the single lamp sitting on her desk he could see that she was blushing madly. James stepped inside and closed the door as quietly as he could behind him. He saw that the walls were covered in drawings. They were all evenly spaced and aligned, with an even gap running between all of them, making the walls look like a grid of tiles, each tile with its own illustration. He was amazed at the quality and the quantity. The pictures of people and objects almost looked like black and white photographs, and the abstract ones and the fractals were stunning in the complexity and clarity. James looked again to Dana. She had not moved. She sat there, looking like little girl waiting to be punished for something. James walked over to the bed and sat next to her. She turned her head a little, looking at his chest, but that was about it. He could see the drawing she was working on under her hands. It was just a basic sketch, but the few areas where she began to create actual details were looking very good. He had a hard time believing that his quiet, shy sister was capable of such amazing work. "Dana, these are incredible. You do know that, right?" He said, his voice low. It was the only thing he could think to say. Dana just shrugged a little and looked back down at her hands. "When you said you were learning to draw, I didn't think you meant you were, like, an artist. These are amazing. Look at that one above your lamp. That looks exactly like dad when he's reading a book, the little frowny line between his eyebrows and everything. And the one next to the light switch. That looks like a psychedelic sea shell you would see on a stoner poster in a head shop. This is amazing." James said, looking around at all the pictures again, struck again and again by the skill and beauty in each one. Dana, meanwhile, sat silently, staring at her hands. She did not look at the pictures that James had pointed out. She didn't need to, as she knew every inch of them. She simply sat still as a statue and listened to his praise. It meant quite a lot to her, but she did not know how to express it. For whatever reason, her social skills had never developed, and she always felt out of place and awkwardly afraid around other people. Even among her own family, she preferred to sit back in a corner and simply observe. She did not understand how people could just talk to one another, chatting away like it was the easiest thing in the world. She was terrified that she would say something weird or stupid or offensive, and she couldn't bear the thought of that kind of embarrassment. Her social anxiety was severe enough that she did not even like to make eye contact for the most part, afraid that she might be thought to be staring, leering, or something else. So she stared at her hands and feet a lot, and when looking to others she usually only looked to their hands or chest. She glanced up at James as he looked around her room. Her eyes were sharp, just like their mother's. 'They could spot a fly from horseback', as her father liked to say. Even in the low light she could see every detail of his face in profile in just a moment. For someone who did not like to look people in the face, she was wonderful at studying them. She could read their emotions clearly in a moment and had developed her ability to draw to the point where she could produce a rough sketch from that quick glance. The pictures of her mom and dad were drawn without looking at them. She had done them sitting at her desk in the morning hours. She did not need to look at them to know every detail of how they looked in the expressions she wanted to draw them in. For James, she had wanted to draw him perfectly. So she had sat down next to him while he slept and studied him closely. She had just begun when he had stirred and opened his eyes. She did not know what to say to him, so she had left. When he knocked on the door she was too embarrassed to answer. Now she wished she could just sink through the bed and the floorboards below it and disappear. His words concerning her work made her heart sing but she was still mortified that he had caught her watching him while he slept. She felt like a creepy weirdo, even though she knew it was just to draw his face. The fact that she couldn't bring herself to ask him to sit for her had meant she would have to wait for him to be still on his own at a time when she could draw without an interruption. So, when he was asleep. "Have you shown these to anyone?" James asked, looking back to Dana. She was looking down at her hands. "Mom and dad have seen them. Mom has me do all the decretive tooling on the leather works now. That's my job now." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can see why. Have you shown anyone else?" "No." "Would you like to?" He doubted it, but he felt he had to ask. "Like who?" She said after a moment of thought. It was more than James had hoped for. "I don't know. There must be a gallery or something in town or nearby, or maybe you could post a few of them online or something. These are simply too beautiful to keep hidden away from the world." James said, watching her for a reaction. She was looking at his hands, but was still as stone. "I don't know. I couldn't ask someone to look at them." She finally said. "What if I asked someone for you? Would that work?" James asked. Dana looked up a bit at that, almost meeting James' eyes for a moment. "I guess so. If I didn't have to talk to them. I guess that might work. Why would anyone want to look at them though? They're just little drawings." She said. She knew that she was pretty good with her little pencil, but honestly did not think that her work was anything special or worth someone else's time. She just figured they were a good hobby for her that she enjoyed. She liked to look at the drawings, but did not think that others would. "Dana, these are far more than 'just little drawings.' These are beautiful. Trust me, people will want to see them." James said, and put his arm around her shoulders. He knew she needed reassurance in many things, and was more than happy to supply it. She smiled a bit, still looking down, and rested her head on his shoulder. "Ok. Show someone. But I don't want to talk to them. Not if I don't have to." She said. "Deal. Would you, um, do you want me to sit still for you to draw? So you don't have to wait until I'm asleep?" He asked. He felt awkward at the thought of trying to sit for a picture, but if she wanted him to he would. She was quiet for a while. James was about to ask again when she finally answered. She looked up and smiled her small, almost sad smile. "Yes. That would be nice. Thank you." James sat back on the bed and rested against the wall. He sat as still as he could as Dana went to work. As soon as the pencil began moving her demeanor changed. Her little smile went away, her face became a neutral blank, devoid of emotion. Her head barely moved when she looked from the pad to him. Her eyes would glance up sharply, piercing and intense just under her eyebrows, then back down to the pad. Her hand moved at a manic pace across the page. He wondered how she could control the movement of the pencil with any degree of accuracy at the speed that her hand moved. Each stroke looked like a hard slash, but the pencil moving over the paper was almost silent, so she couldn't be putting much pressure on it. He was drawn to her eyes again and again as they flicked up to him. They were the slate grey of their mother's eyes. Clear and light. He was entranced by them. She seemed to be looking at him and through him at the same time. He knew she didn't like to look people in the face, and wondered if this was why. If it was because she looked like she was seeing so very deep into their mind with every glance. As she studied his face, he studied hers. Her eyes, always too big for her face as a child, now looked stunning. Wide and almost almond shaped. Her cheeks were smooth and flat, as was her chin. Her lips were thin and pale, just like their father's, giving her a serious look even when she was relaxed. Her nose was the thin, smooth slope that he had as well. Her hair was black, thick, and straight, framing her pale skin nicely. She let it hide her face often. Now, it served to highlight the face it surrounded. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, but it was a while. When Dana sat up and set her pencil aside her demeanor changed like a light switch again. The blank intensity vanished and her shy innocence took its place in an instant. She smiled a little and held the sketch pad to her chest, hugging it tight, looking down at the bed. James smiled a bit and waited. If she wanted to show him her work, she would. After a moment, she glanced up at him and held the pad out, her face a bright crimson. James saw himself looking back. His face in the picture looked serene and confident. It was true to life, even down to the light stubble on his jaw and the ruffled hair. He was stunned by the skill it so clearly displayed. He looked up to Dana. She was staring at her hands again, her hair hiding her face. James scooted over to her and put his arms around her, holding her tight. Her arms went around him instantly, her face buried in his shoulder. "Dana, this is the most amazing thing I've ever seen. How could you not show anyone that you can do this?" He asked, his breath tickling her neck. "It's just a drawing." She answered, her voice muffled a bit. "It's more than that." He answered. --- That day James went into town while everyone else went to work. He had looked for and found an art gallery on the other side of town in the phonebook. It was the only one in three counties, so he felt he had lucked out there. He arrived with a briefcase full of Dana's work. Many portraits and many abstracts. He spoke to the curator for a bit in his office and showed him the pictures. While the curator agreed that the work showed impressive skill he said that he could not accept new works at the time. He suggested scanning them and gave James a list of websites to post them to that would ensure they were seen by many people. While James was disappointed that the gallery wouldn't take them, he was glad to have a list of websites where they would be seen. That was his intent, after all, that the world could see what Dana could create. He could tell she liked the idea of other people liking her work, even if she did not understand why they did. He got home and hopped onto his laptop, checking out the websites. Most of them looked pretty good, with a couple that seemed to be focused on pencil and pen works like Dana's. He bookmarked the sites and shut the computer down. He was about to call his dad's cell to see if he had a scanner at work when he heard the door open. Dana came in, wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of heavy gloves. She saw James and smiled before looking away. She tossed aside the gloves and started towards the stairs. Reaching Out "I talked to a gallery today." James said before she could climb the first step. She stopped, but didn't turn toward him. "The guy said he couldn't take new works right now, but he gave me a list of websites that would take them. Sites where a lot of people would see them." He said, watching her carefully. She didn't look disappointed, but she didn't look overjoyed either. She gave a small nod and went upstairs, silent as ever. James let her go, and called his dad to ask about a scanner. --- James knocked on Dana's door lightly. He could barely hear her say come in. He entered and shut the door behind him. She was sitting on her bed like before, except now she had a book instead of her sketch pad in her lap. James sat next to her. "Dad is going to scan the pictures you gave me tomorrow, and I'll have them posted on most of the websites by dinner, if that's alright with you." He said. She nodded and smiled a little. She was looking at his chest. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about. About you being so shy." He began, weighing his words carefully. She didn't react so far. "I know you don't like talking to people, but I don't know why. Is it really just you being timid, or is it something else?" He asked, his voice soft and quiet. He didn't realize it, but his voice patterns were starting to mimic hers almost perfectly. He didn't think she was going to respond, but he was going to give her as long as she needed to decide. After a while she looked up at him. Her eyes were like they were when she was drawing him. Piercing. Focused. "I don't know how to act like a person. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do with my hands or my face or my body. I am embarrassed because people will think that I am weirder than they already think I am. I can't stand that embarrassment, so I avoid it. I don't want my family to think I am stranger than you do already so I don't talk to you unless I have to." She said. Her eyes never wavered or flinched as she spoke, even as the tears spilled over and ran down her cheeks. When she finished, he saw her eyes soften in the instant before she looked back down to her hands. He saw more tears falling but she did not make a sound, and her shoulders did not shake or sob. She wept silently and as still as a statue. James shifted over next to her and wrapped his arms around her. Her arms crept around his waist held tight. He felt the damp of her tears on his chest. He could feel her pulse in his arms. Her heart rate was slow and steady. Even when upset, she was the same; like a rock. After a while, he shifted his head so his mouth was close to her ear, and began to talk to her in an almost silent whisper. "Most people don't know how to act like people. I don't. Mom doesn't. Neither does dad. All people do is say and do what they feel. If they feel like swinging their arms like a loon and yodeling for a laugh, they do. If people laugh, great. If they don't, oh well, it's not the end of the world. I have no idea what I am going to say to you next, it's not a script or a speech that's planned out or that's expected of me, I am simply telling you what I feel, as I feel it. That's all anyone really ever does. The ones that hide their feelings away and do things and say things that they do not feel are usually doing it for personal gain or for bad reasons. That's just the way people are. It's not as complex as it seems. I think sometimes it's the simplicity that makes it seem like there has to be a complex mechanism behind it. But there isn't. There are just people and how they feel. That's all there really ever is." He said. He was rubbing her back slowly, his hushed tone and words soothing her. She sat back and looked up at him. Her eyes were a little red rimmed, but not nearly as intense as they were before. Now they were the soft eyes he had glimpsed before she had turned away. "It can't be that simple. What if I don't know what I feel, or don't feel anything?" She asked, frowning a little. "That's easy. You say 'I don't know.' Just like you feel. If someone says something or asks something and you don't know how to respond, just say I don't know. Just what you feel." She looked back down at her hands again before leaning forward and hugging James again. He just held her for a while. She seemed to need it. --- They gathered for dinner. When everyone was seated, James noticed a bit of apprehension. He asked what was up. "Well," Dad started, "I think that it's great that Dana is going to be showing her artwork. I don't want to put you in a spotlight, honey, I know you don't like that, but I am glad you are showing it." He said, trying to be careful. Dana froze, her hand halfway to her fork. She glanced from her mother to her father, then to James. As her eyes went to James she felt his hand take hers under the table and give a slight squeeze. He gave her a small smile as well. She seemed to relax at that, and her other hand finished grabbing her fork. "Thank you Daddy. I... I think it might be neat to see if other people like to see the things I draw." She said. Her voice was stilted and quiet, but clear. "The curator at the gallery across town said that you have a lot of real talent, and that if he could take on new work now he would gladly take yours. I think that is a pretty good indication that others like your work." James said softly, not quite looking at Dana, and giving her hand a squeeze, trying to keep her at ease despite her being at the center of attention. It seemed to be working, for the time being. "I should say so. See, it's not just me that thinks you have real talent, dear. Since you started doing all the design tooling on the leatherworks sales have increased dramatically. It's not from me dropping prices or anything, it's from your talent." Mom said, reaching over to brush back a stray lock of Dana's hair. Dana sat still for a moment, just staring at the table next her mom's plate before getting up and leaving while mumbling a quick apology. James immediately held up his hand to calm his parents and reassure them. "No no, let her go, I'll talk to her in a bit. It's alright. You didn't say anything wrong, she's not mad at you or anything, ok? She just doesn't know how to interact with people." James said quietly. He explained the discussion he had earlier with her. It was more than she had explained to her parents in her entire life. They had thought for a long time that she might be autistic, in the Asperger part of the spectrum, or perhaps sociophobic (James was rather sure that it was a form of this), or suffer Selective Mutism, maybe even Avoidant Personality Disorder. But the doctor they had taken her to as a child had reassured them that she was none of those. She was just a very shy, introverted, and very intelligent girl. He suggested that in time she would reach out to the world on her own. A little at a time, but eventually she would. James explained that she was scared of people thinking that she was stranger than they already thought she was and thought the best way to avoid that was to avoid people. He thought he could help her with that. After a long talk over the remains of their meal, his parents agreed that he may be able to help. He already seemed to have a better connection with her than anyone else. --- James knocked on the door and got no answer. After a moment he entered anyway. All the lights were out, and the room was almost completely black. Being on the back of the house, her window had no street light to brighten it at night. Dana kept a clean room, though, and he could make out her desk in the afterglow of the set sun through the window. He set down her dinner plate and the glass of water and sat on the edge of her bed. She was lying on her side, facing the wall. "Please leave me alone." She said, her voice rough and quiet. "No," he said softly, not unkindly, "mom and dad are just trying to be nice. They aren't mad at you, and they don't think you are weird." He said, rubbing her arm. She rolled onto her back and looked up at him. He could only see the basic shape of her face. He did not know that her sharp eyes saw his face almost clearly. All his features were visible to her. She knew he was like dad, almost blind in the dark. He probably didn't know his face looked sad, and he probably couldn't make out her face very well. "How could they not think I am weird? I run away whenever someone talks to me." She said, watching his face closely. He smiled a dopey, lopsided grin that she doubted he even realized was there, much less thought she saw. "And I run away every time someone yells at me. So what? It happens. They know you don't like attention. They understand a little." He said. Dana watched him for a moment, reading his face, and saw nothing but sincerity there. She relaxed a little. James reached up carefully and ran his finger down her cheek, from the corner of her eye to the corner of her mouth, the way he had when they were kids and she was crying about something. The small gesture raised a lump in her throat, but she had nowhere left to run. She sat up in the bed and looked at James. He couldn't see it, but that intense stare was back. "I'm all alone." She said quietly. She watched him carefully. He frowned a bit, and looked both confused and concerned. "No, you're not, it just seems that way. You have a family that loves you very much. We are always with you." He answered. His face was earnest and honest. He meant every word he said. "I know you guys are here. But I cannot talk to anyone. I am all alone." She replied, trying to phrase it the way it felt. James tilted his head slightly for a moment, brow furrowed, thinking through what she had said. Then his face opened; his eyes opened wide again and a small smile played about his lips. "You can talk to me, can't you? I mean, we have been talking, right?" he asked, hoping she would see that she was not alone. She was quiet, watching his face, reading his expression. She thought he may be right. She was talking to him, more than she had talked to anyone before. And while she didn't feel great about talking to him, it wasn't nearly as bad as talking to everyone else. "I suppose. I don't know." She said, sounding wary. "You can tell me anything Dana. Anything at all. Anything ever. I will never think you are strange for it. Not ever, not even once. Consider me completely safe to talk to. If you want, I will swear to never tell anyone what you and I talk about if it will make you feel better." He said. He wanted her to feel safe talking to him. Only by talking with someone would she develop the courage to talk to others, so she would need a safe place to start. "Anything at all?" She asked quietly, watching. So far she had seen nothing but truth in his face. "Anything." He affirmed. She saw only truth now. She was silent while she considered it. Her eyes never left him. He had realized she was looking at him with that steely gaze when she said she didn't know. He now felt like even though he couldn't quite make out her eyes, he could feel her gaze boring into his skull. It was a little unnerving. She leaned forward slowly until her face was almost close enough to kiss and spoke in a low voice. "I like the dark better than the light because I can see better than everyone else in the dark. Mom is the same way" She said. Her tone was flat, relaying information matter-of-factly. James nodded and said ok. Dana watched him a moment longer then wrapped her arms around him. She had never felt so free in her life. --- James woke just after three, the familiar pain sunk deep into his spine. He looked over and there was Dana, sitting on the floor next to the couch, looking at him. "Hi." He said, blinking slowly. "Hi. You whistle a tiny bit at the end of your inward breath." She answered. "Good to know." James said as he sat up. His back did its usual crackle and pop. Dana's eyes widened at the sound. "Don't worry, it'll feel better in a couple hours." He said with a small smile, rubbing at the small of his back. "It'll last longer and longer the more nights you sleep here." She said. "Maybe. I'll be fine though." He replied. She looked like she didn't quite buy that but didn't say anything. "Not drawing this morning?" He asked. "Not today. I was hoping we could. Talk." She said, sticking on the last word. She looked like she was forcing herself to say it, and he figured in a way she was. "Of course. What would you like to talk about?" He said, happy that she was embracing the idea of communicating with someone. "Not here. Let's sit on my bed. I'm comfortable there." She said as she stood up. He followed her up the stairs, watching where she stepped. Event stepping in the same places that she did, he must have been shifting his weight wrong or something because he still produced a couple squeaks in the wake of her ninja-like silence. They sat on the bed, and Dana turned off the lamp, leaving the room in darkness. James was effectively blind, but Dana still saw dim shapes. Not much, but more that James. She could see where he was and if he was shifting around or leaning. She couldn't make out his face, but she didn't feel like she needed to this time. She trusted him. "What did you want to talk about?" James asked, hoping he was facing at least in her general direction, though he figured it didn't matter much in the dark. "I'm not entirely sure. I just. I want to talk to someone. Talk without fear. Talk without judgment. You said we could do that." She said, sounding wary, cautious. "Yes. And I meant it. No judgment here, not now, not ever. Would you like to talk about work? Or art? Or something else? What interests you?" She was quiet for a long time. James sat patiently, he knew she needed time to prepare herself for something like this. What he did not expect was the topic she had in mind. "I want to know about relationships. The intimate kind. I figure you have been in a few. I was wondering if you could tell me a little about them and how they work. I have read a lot of books, but I do not think that they are accurate models of what actually happens." She said. She sounded almost scared. "Ok. Not what I was expecting, but if that's what you want to know about, ok. What do you want to know?" "How do people know if they are, you know, compatible? Is it something that is readily apparent or is it something that you have to really look for?" She asked, her voice faltering a bit. He could hear the embarrassment in her voice, but was fiercely proud of her for pressing on regardless. "It's something that two people just kind of realize over time. As time goes by and the people get to know one another better, they start to see where their personalities mesh and where they don't. If there is more meshing than not, they usually stick together. If not, they call it quits." "What about, about." She took a deep breath before continuing. "What about sex. Is it something that just happens, or is it decided on?" She finally asked. "Well, a bit of both, I think. People can usually tell if the other person is interested in sex. It's usually pretty apparent." He said. He had never really thought of his sister as a sexual being before, and now realized that with her personality sex would be all but impossible. He wondered if that forced celibacy was what was driving this conversation. She was quiet for a while after that. He began to think about her more and more in a sexual way, how difficult it would be for her to meet someone and to get to the point where sex would be an issue. He simply didn't see it happening. "How do mom and dad sleep together in the same bed? Don't they worry about shifting around and waking the other one up?" She asked, sounding almost like she was talking to herself. "No, most people either sleep on either side with a gap between them or right next to each other so that they can't move much. I think it's actually very comfortable to spoon behind a woman. Very relaxing. It's a very intimate act for two people to share, and it's something most couples do every night." He explained. He had never really considered it before, it had always just been something he had done without thinking. "Relaxing? To have someone basically laying on you?" She sounded skeptical. "Think of it like a hug for when you are lying down." He said, smiling at the thought. "I don't know." She said quietly. "Come here." He said, and held his arms out. "What?" "Come here." He repeated. He felt her shift closer and he wrapped his arms around her. Then he leaned them over on their side, holding her close. When they were down, he straightened his legs and nudged hers into place. Soon they stilled and just lay there, silent. James had his face in the deep mat of her thick hair, smelling the scent of her. His hands rested on her stomach, and her hands were on top of his. Her feet were tangled with his. She began to move slightly, and James thought she was crying for a moment. Then he realized she was trying to laugh silently. "What's funny?" He asked, unable to keep a grin from his mouth. "Your breath tickles my neck." She said, giggling a little. "Sorry." He answered, pulling his head back. "No it's alright. It feels. It feels nice. I think I like this. I think I can see why people would want to sleep this way." She said. She actually sounded relaxed. They stayed that way for a while, not talking, not anything, just enjoying the feeling of each other. When the sun started to creep through the window they sat up. Dana grabbed her sketch pad and did a little drawing while James went to start the coffee. --- The websites were easy enough to sign up for, and easy enough to post the pictures on. Dana sat next to James as he went through them so she would know how to go about it after he was gone. When they had all the pictures they had scanned posted Dana gave James a wide smile and a big hug before darting away up the stairs. James watched her go and smiled. He thought about that morning. He didn't know why he had shown her what he meant about spooning. He probably should have just explained it a bit better, but it seemed like a good idea to just show her what he meant. Staying that way as long as they had, though, he thought was probably not good at all. But it had felt nice, and Dana had clearly enjoyed it. If it was innocent, then what harm could there be? If it was helping to show Dana that human contact did not have to be a worrisome thing, then it was a good thing, right? He gave a mental shrug and shut down the computer, deciding to help his mom with dinner to get his mind off of it. --- They sat down to eat, and the conversation flowed normally. Mom, dad, and James talking, with Dana only listening. When mom asked Dana if wanted to post more of her pictures on the web, James felt Dana's hand grasp his thigh under the table before she answered. "I suppose. I may post more if people like the ones that are up." She said softly, staring at her plate. James placed his hand over hers on his leg and gave it a squeeze, trying to reassure her. She gave a small smile before going back to her meal. Talk wandered back to the usual and James was happy to see that Dana stayed for the entire meal, and that she seemed rather calm throughout, not very nervous at all. After dinner James gathered the dishes in the sink to clean them, telling his mother to go relax. He was just starting in when Dana seemed to appear next to him. He did not hear her walking up. He jumped a little and smiled. "Hey, what's up?" He asked. "I just, um. Did you want help? With drying or anything?" She asked, shifting from foot to foot. "That would be great. Thank you." He said, happy to see her making the offer. They washed and dried without talking, Dana seeming to be happy simply to be helping. James was happy with it too. He knew that talking with her was not necessary for her to feel more comfortable dealing with people. Simple interactions like this were something that she would need to do to get more accustomed to dealing with people in a more normal basis. Reaching Out When the last dish was done and put away James turned to Dana. She looked at his chest. "Thank you for helping. I appreciate it." He said, knowing that this simply courtesy was important for her. She didn't answer, but smiled a bit and reached out to give his hand a brief squeeze before leaving. James hoped that he was making progress with her. It felt like he was, but he thought he may just be making progress with her interacting with the family, and that she may still may have all the same trouble with the rest of the world. He hoped she would be able to cope with the outside world. He felt she deserved that, at the very least. --- Later that night, before bed, James went to Dana's room and knocked on the door. She opened the door and he stepped in. The only light was the small lamp. James got the feeling that it was the only light she ever used. He looked over to Dana and stopped. She was wearing sweatpants and a gauzy thin t-shirt that clearly showed everything underneath. Her breasts were readily apparent. "Uh, Dana, that shirt is pretty see through. Did you know that?" He said, turning away, feeling like he should have turned away far sooner than he actually did. Dana looked down and crossed her arms over her breasts. "Oh." She said faintly before putting her robe on over the shirt and closing it. "Sorry. I didn't think about that." She said, her face bright red. She went to the bed and sat, letting her hair cover her face. James went and sat next to her. She scooted away and turned her face away from him. He frowned and asked what was wrong. She glanced at him quickly before looking back down at his legs. "My shirt. You didn't want to see that. But I didn't think about it and you saw, and now you are probably disgusted." She said, her voice sounding small and uneven. James cupped her chin his hand and turned her face up to his so he could look her in the eye. "Dana, I could never be disgusted by you." He said each word slowly and with emphasis. When he released her she held his gaze. "I just didn't know if you knew the shirt was that revealing. I figured you did not want me to see you that way. That's all. I wasn't disgusted or anything. How could I be? You are very pretty and you have a lovely body." He said. She looked at him a moment longer before looking back to his legs. "I don't know." She said simply. "About what?" "About me being pretty. I don't think that I am." She said quietly. Her hands were wringing themselves a bit. "You may not think so, but I do. So does mom and dad. So did a bunch of my friends in high school. So do many people who see you. Whether you think you are or not, others do." He said. Dana looked up at this and smiled a little. She opened her mouth to say something, paused, then closed it again and looked down. "What is it?" He asked quietly. "It's nothing. It was something stupid." She said, shaking her head a little. "Dana, it's me. Remember? You can ask or tell me anything. What is it?" "Am I. Would someone. I mean, would I be attractive to somebody? I guess that's what I wanted to ask." She said, stumbling over the words, her face blushing madly. She was looking down at her hands as they thrashed around her lap, wringing mercilessly. James put his hands over hers, and they stilled immediately. When she looked up she saw that he was smiling and his face was kind and caring. "Of course you are attractive. You may not feel that way, or you may not know if you feel that way, but you are. Very much so." He said softly. She smiled and put her arms around him, pressing her burning cheeks to his chest, hiding her smile against his shirt. He held her and rubbed her back, happy that he could make her smile. He really did think that she was pretty, and he could not deny that the sight of her in the translucent shirt had grabbed attention like a steel vice. He felt a little troubled that he was having such thoughts and feelings about his sister, especially given her uniquely vulnerable state of mind, but he pushed it aside. The need to help her trumped any troubles he may have. Dana looked up at James and James found himself under her sharp, focus gaze again, this time from only inches away. The effect was powerful. "How do I know that I am attractive? How can I tell if someone likes me?" She asked, her soft voice a contradiction to her hard stare. Without thinking James leaned forward and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm. She was still a moment before pressing back against him. Her arms tightened around him. When James' mind finally turned back on he wondered what the hell he was doing. He broke the kiss and leaned back, being careful to do so slowly, without looking like he had suddenly come to his senses. "Dana. I don't know why I did that. I wasn't thinking. I don't think it's something we should have done. I'm sorry." He said, his voice and words hesitating and embarrassed. He was blushing as deeply as Dana now. She was still holding onto him, but looking down to his chest. "I know. I shouldn't have kissed back but it felt good. I've never kissed anyone before." She said. James let his hands slide from around her and he sat back a little on the bed, trying to get a little space between them. He was desperately trying to figure out how to repair this damage to their fragile relationship that they had built over the last few days. "No judgment, right James?" She asked suddenly, looking down at the bed between them. "Uh, yes. No judgment. I'm not blaming you for what happened, it was my fault, I-" He began. "That's not what I meant. I was asking." She said. Her cheeks were getting red again. "Yes, no judgment. What is it?" He asked, worried that he knew what she was going to say. "Kiss me again, please." She said softly. She was still looking down at the bed, but her eyes were darting between the bed and his legs. He was torn. He did not want to refuse her and possibly hurt her feelings and self-esteem, not to mention the no judgment trust they had established, but he did not think that kissing her again could lead to anything good either. After a moment he decided. He scooted toward her and put his palm on her cheek, letting his fingers sink into her thick, smooth hair. The ball of his thumb ran lightly across her cheekbone, just under her eye, and he leaned in and kissed her again. This time her response was immediate. Her arms went around his neck and held tight. His other hand found and rested lightly on her hip. She made a small moaning sound deep in her throat and he felt her open her lips. He was surprised to feel her tongue flick cross his lips twice before she pulled away. She was smiling widely and had her lower lip trapped lightly in her teeth when she pulled back. She simply stared at his chest and caught her breath. "Dana, that was nice. But I don't think it's something we should do. It's not something siblings usually do." He said, a little out of breath himself. It was hard to say that they should not continue with it as he very much so wanted to kiss her again. He found that he wanted to kiss her and hold her and more. It was a very guilt ridden and confused array of feelings and thoughts. But he had to put her needs and well-being before any of his simple desires. What he wanted was nothing compared to what she needed. He knew that. "I know. I just wanted to try it when I was ready for it. In case I never get a chance to kiss someone." She said, her voice sad and hushed. James almost started crying when he heard that. "Please don't say that Dana, I am sure you will meet someone eventually that you can be with. You may not think it can happen, but it can, in time. You won't be alone forever." He said, not sure that it was the truth, but hopeful. "I may not though. I doubt I will. I wanted to have a chance now while I could. That is all. I am sorry if it bothered you." She said, turning away from him. He was quiet a moment, just trying to think. It seemed like his mind was trying to work through a wall of thick mud. "It doesn't bother me, really." He finally managed to say, taking her hand. "I'm just saying that it's not something we should do. It doesn't bother me to kiss a beautiful woman. Far from it. But please don't think that you will be alone forever. I don't think you will be." He said. Dana was quiet for a while, turning his hand over and running her fingers along the lines of his palm. She looked like a palm reader you might see on the board walk without all the hokey costume and accent. "If I wasn't your sister, would you want to be with me?" She asked. Her voice hitched when she said sister, and she was close to tears. Her fingers kept tracing their lines. "Yes. Yes I would." James answered immediately. It was the truth. He knew that a relationship like that would be very difficult to start and hard to maintain, but he would try. For a woman like Dana, he would try very hard indeed. "Ok." Dana said. She released his hand and went still again. --- Almost like clockwork, James woke up early. Just after three. He sat up and saw Dana. She was sitting next to the couch like usual. She had her sketch pad next to her, but did not try to hide it or run away. She was in her sweatpants and the translucent shirt. She was not wearing a bra, and her body was on clear display, as it was before. She made no effort to hide it, though she still would not look James in the eye. "Dana, that shirt," He began as his back crackled "I know. You said you were worried about if I was worried about what you saw. I am not. I am ok with you seeing my body." She said. She sounded a little unsure of herself, but that was normal and James could not tell if it was because she did not know how he would react to her display or if it was her usual timidity. "Alright. I guess if it doesn't bother you, then there is no reason for it to bother me." James said, very unsure of the logic, but careful not to show any kind of rejection. He knew he had to be very cautious with any rejection he gave. "Could we talk? If it's ok?" She asked. "Of course." "Ok. Let's go to my bed, please." "More comfortable there." He said, not quite a question. "Yes. It's where I draw, where I think, where I read. It is my sanctuary. Mom and dad do not come into my room. They do not step past the door. They know I don't like it." She said as they went up the stairs. "Then why do you let me in?" He asked. He was getting better on the stairs, only three creaks came from underfoot. "You're different. You always have been. Now you are a kind of safe zone as well. No judgment. So you can't harm my sanctuary." She explained. They sat on the bed in the dark, James blind and Dana with minimal vision. "I like talking to you. It isn't easy, and it doesn't always feel good to do it, but I think I should be talking to you more." She said quietly. "Well I like talking to you as well. It is good to see you talking more, communicating. Mom is scared that you will keep yourself closed away from the world forever. I don't think you will. Not if you are starting to talk more. It is a good start." He replied. "I don't think I'll ever be like most people, but I think I may be able to talk to people a little bit someday." She said. James was finding that having these conversations in the dark were strange but enjoyable. He could not see her; her expressions, her reactions. He knew that she could not see his either. It made them weigh the responses entirely by the voice and the words. Inflection and tone were as important as definition and context. It was a novel experience. "I don't think it would be good to be like most people. I think you should be yourself, but I hope that you can one day be yourself around other people, so that you are not alone." "I would like that, I think." She said. He could hear the hint of a chuckle at the end of her words and he knew the idea delighted her more than she was letting on. "Have you given much thought to the type of person you would like to be with? In a relationship, I mean." He asked. She was silent. He had enough time to wonder if he had made a mistake in asking when he felt a hand brush his arm. She pulled his hands around her waist as she laid down, taking him with her, so that he was spooned behind her. James supposed it was all the answer he really needed. "So someone like me then." He said softly into the back of her neck. "Something like that." She whispered. She sounded sad, and he knew what she meant as soon as she said it. "Dana, we couldn't. You have to know that." He said. He could hear the strain in his own voice, and hated it. It clearly showed that he wanted to but was saying otherwise. "I know. But that's just the way it is. It's the way I feel. I can't help it." She answered. Her hands tightened on his on her stomach and she pressed a little more firmly against him. "I'm not saying not to feel that way, because people can't help the way they feel. I'm saying that we can't be together. How would we? Mom and dad would, well, I don't even know how they would react. We couldn't marry or anything like that. Children would be risky genetically. There are many reasons, cultural and practical, why we couldn't Dana." He said, trying to be gentle but firm. "I know. But it's the way I feel." She answered simply. He could not argue that her answer encompassed everything his did in far less words. It covered everything that mattered. It was a simple truth. They held each other in silence for a while. James was wondering if Dana had fallen asleep when she rolled over in his arms. He felt the tip of her nose on the tip of his. He ran his finger from her eye to her mouth like he used to and felt wetness. She was crying. "No judgment, right?" She asked softly. Her hands were resting on his chest, her fingers rubbing back and forth in small arcs. "No judgment." He confirmed, his voice a little hoarse. He felt her lips peck at his lightly, there and gone. She kissed him several times, each a little longer than the last. The last one she held for a long time, letting her tongue taste his lips, his teeth, the tip of his tongue, before she pulled back with a small whimpering sound in her throat. James did not know what to do or say. He simply kissed her forehead and held her tighter. --- When the sun began to brighten the room Dana stood up and went to her closet. She did not wait for James to leave before changing. He was still sitting up when she pulled off her shirt. He had just stood as she dropped her sweatpants. When she stood in just her panties, she looked up to him, her face a careful neutral, her eyes clear and sharp. James simply looked back at her for a moment. She was beautiful. He walked to her slowly, stopping when he was directly in front of her. She looked down to his chest, her cheeks going red as he approached. James put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to his. He kissed her gently and moved his mouth next to her ear. "You are beautiful." He whispered. With that, he turned and left. He did not trust himself to stay any longer. James started the coffee maker and stood at the counter, watching it brew, leaning against the fridge. His mind was a whirlwind. He had no idea how to proceed. He felt like he was adrift in a stormy sea. He turned when he heard the clump of feet on the stairs. His dad came in, dressed and shaved but still looking half asleep. His mother was right behind. She looked completely awake and alert, like she did every morning. "Coffee will be up soon." James said, taking a seat. His mother sat next to him. "How is it going with Dana? I know you two have been spending a bit of time together. Has she been talking?" She asked, the anxiety on her face was clear. James wondered how she would react if he told her everything that he and Dana had been discussing and doing. He had to fight to suppress a chuckle that wanted to escape at the thought. "We've been talking a bit. She's doing better. But this is a process, it's not something that will happen overnight. This will probably take years, so don't be surprised or critical when she runs away from conversations or situations in the future, but yes, she has been talking more." James began. He saw his mother's face instantly flood with relief. Any progress was more than welcome with her. "She is very smart, and very observant, but she simply does not understand a lot of social interactions. It's just not there." He explained. "Well, what have you two been talking about?" She asked. This was a question that James expected but nearly dreaded. He did not want to keep anything from his parents, but he would not betray his sister's confidence either. "I'm sorry, mom, but I promised her that what we talked about would remain between Dana and I. Please understand that. She is scared of saying the wrong things to people, so telling you what she says would be the same as her talking to you in her mind. Do you see how she sees it?" James said, trying to lay it out as clear as he could. "Yes, I think so. I would like to know what you are talking about, but I won't force it. You're both adults, after all. Well, just let me know if she needs anything. She won't tell me if she does." Mom said, frowning. James gave a mental sigh, happy that she had understood. He really did not want to have to argue the point with her. He would have if she had pressed, but that did not mean he wanted to. --- When Dana walked in from work, James was sitting on the couch, tooling around on his laptop. He set it aside when she came in. She smiled wide when she saw him standing up. She walked directly over to him, tossing her gloves onto the little stand where she left them on her way, and wrapped her arms around him. She wouldn't look up to his face, but she would hold him tight the way his former lovers had. "Hello." She said. "Hello." He answered. She turned her face up to his, her bottom lip caught in her teeth, her face looking hopeful. James smiled a bit and leaned forward and kissed her. She returned it strongly. When she backed down she rested her head back on his chest. "Mom tried to get me to talk today. She tried a lot. I was scared, but I didn't leave. I said I didn't know." She said. James could feel her shaking a little as she said it. "Well, that's good, isn't it? You didn't run away. That's a step in the right direction I would think. What was she saying that scared you?" James asked. "She wanted to know how I came up with the designs for the purses and stuff she sells. I told her I didn't know. She said it must come from somewhere. I got scared and said I don't know . She said but I must know somehow. I almost cried. She gave up, but she didn't look mad." Dana explained. James could feel her trembling as she spoke, the fear clearly returning as she thought through it again. "It sounds like you did just fine." James said quietly, one hand rubbing her back, the other running slowly through her hair, trying to calm her down. "It's ok to be scared. Everyone gets scared. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I think you did very well." He soothed. Dana was calming down quickly as he spoke. Her hold on him was still tight, but it was every time she hugged him. "I was afraid she would be mad that I couldn't tell her where the designs come from." Dana said, her voice a little rough. James looked down and saw that she had begun to cry. She was calmer, the tears were just late to appear. "I don't know where they come from, but she didn't believe that. I can't tell her anything else because it wouldn't be true. If she doesn't believe the truth, what am I supposed to do? I felt like I was stuck. Like I was trapped." She explained. Her voice was muffled, as she had turned her face into his chest, hiding as best she could. Reaching Out Two years after the discovery of Gliese 948c, the lab-frigate "Darwin 9" rested on the surface of the large, green planet. It was an old craft with a crew of only 52 scientists and 7 well-armed scouts. With so many new planets to explore, the Alliance couldn't spend a lot resources on a planet so far away, regardless of the fact that it had an impressive resemblance to Earth. Automated probes had been scanning the planet for three days, corroborating that there was a huge variety of lifeforms, both plant and animal. There were also ruins of past civilizations; proof that sentient beings once inhabited the planet, but there was no trace of them anymore. After a thorough validation on foot that it was safe to get out of the ship, the scouts gave the green light. The scientists couldn't wait to begin their research. Lauren, one of the senior members of the crew, was talking to Naomi. They were both specialists in ancient civilizations. "I am going to explore the main structure on the north side, do you want to join me?" Lauren asked. "Thanks, but I am going to start my research on the east side," Naomi responded, "There is a small set of ruins that seems interesting enough." "Okay, then, we'll meet back here in a while to compare notes. Be careful out there." "Sure thing. See you later." Naomi was perfectly aware that Lauren wanted more than a friendship, but she was not interested. She preferred to date guys, particularly guys with big muscles and big cocks. She had been flirting with one of the scouts and she was planning to get him into her bed tonight. Sorry Lauren, Naomi thought as she walked away, but I already have other plans. Arthur is massive. I can only imagine the size of his cock. Lauren was not discouraged, She is playing hard to get but I won't give up that easily. She is so sexy. *** All the scientists were exploring the main ruins site at the north of the landing area. Naomi was the only one interested in this small cluster of partially destroyed walls and walkways. But when she arrived, it was not the piled blocks of rock that grabbed the young woman's attention. There was a very strange formation at the center of what seemed to be an altar. It was apparently some kind of plant but it had a vague human shape. The main trunk was almost three meters tall and it had two vines at either side that resembled arms. These vines were thick and long, and extended several meters around the base. Naomi had never seen a specimen like this and her first impulse was to call her friend Kary, an expert botanist, but then she changed her mind. Kary must be very busy right now and they were going to stay on this planet at least six months. There would be plenty of time to analyze every interesting native critter. After her preliminary inspection, Naomi estimated that these ruins were at least nine thousand years old. She took some readings of the strange plant and was surprised to discover that the creature was even older than that. "Oh my God! Carbon dating indicates that this thing is more than twenty thousand years old! I wonder if it is still alive." As Naomi got closer, the Entity was trying to figure out the nature of this alien life-form. First, this object from outer space landed slowly on the surface of the planet, instead of crashing like everything else that came from above. Then these beings emerged from within the object. It was so strange. Evidently, the huge metal structure was full of these creatures. Naomi stepped onto the mushy surface that surrounded the base of the trunk and carefully touched one of the vines. It had a leathery consistency. "I should take a sample and take it back to the lab. I don't know what Kary has found so far but she is going to piss herself when I show her this thing." The Entity felt the alien life-form approaching and then touching one of its many limbs. He wanted more information. This new species was very interesting. It appeared to be self-aware. The Entity moved the left vine behind Naomi and silently encircled her. Naomi screamed when she felt the tentacle squeezing her arm. "What the fuck?!!" It took her a moment to understand what was happening. This plant was not a plant at all. Or at least it didn't move like one. The scared woman tried unsuccessfully to free herself. Whatever this thing was, it was very strong. In a matter of seconds, Naomi had both arms firmly held above her head and her feet dangled a couple of centimeters above the ground. She was trapped! She looked around, desperately trying to figure out her situation. If this creature intended to eat her, she couldn't see any mouth. There were plenty of holes spread across the creature's body but they were not big enough for her to fit in. Maybe it was just a defense mechanism and if she stayed still, it would let her go. "No!! Let go of me!!" She screamed. It was the first time in all her years of exploration that she had been attacked by a native creature - at least a dangerous one. It was yet to be seen if this one posed a threat. The scouts' scanners hadn't detected any menaces earlier that day. She could only hope for the best. Naomi heard a squishy sound coming from above and lifted her head to see another tentacle emerging from within the main bulk. It had a different color than the other vines and was glistening, as if it was coming directly from the bowls of the monster. The scared woman gasped loudly but did her best to remain calm. "God! Another one!" The Entity moved its sensory limb up and down the length of the alien invader. It quickly discerned that she was a female. Her anatomy resembled a life-form that inhabited this planet a long time ago, before they evolved. It noticed that the outer covering of the alien was not part of her skin. It should be removed for further examination. Naomi watched the tentacle moving all around her, inspecting her body. She correctly guessed that this creature was analyzing her, the same way she had analyzed it when she first arrived. "It is checking my bod..." But this didn't diminish her surprise when it ripped her blouse open, exposing her breasts. "Hey! Don't do that!" The Entity caressed the invader's breast and learned that she was a mammal. There were other beings on the planet that shared this same method of reproduction. It was interesting nonetheless. There was a slight enlargement of the tip upon contact. The Entity was aware of the concept of excitement. Further tests should be conducted on the subject. Utilizing the knowledge gathered centuries ago about mammals' anatomy, the Entity moved its tentacle down, lifted Naomi's skirt and slid between her thighs, corroborating the location of the female's vaginal entry. To say that Naomi was startled by this was an understatement. First the creature ripped her blouse open and now it was caressing her pussy. The scientist was very scared and even more confused than before. Why was this monster focusing on her intimate parts? Was it trying to seduce her? It didn't make any sense. "What the hell is this thing doing?!" Then she had an idea. Maybe this creature uses other beings like herself to transport its seeds, and it is looking for a place to insert them. The idea of being penetrated by this huge appendage made her heart jolt in fear. Naomi's suspicions became plausible when a forth tentacle emerged from another hole near the bottom of the main trunk. It had a different color than the other three, and in fact, the reddish tone made it look similar to a phallus. It wasn't as big as the others but it wasn't small by any means. If she was going to be penetrated by this thing, it might kill her in the process. "Oh shit! I was right! This creature is going to fuck me!" The Entity could adjust the size of its appendages at will and it considered the current girth of its probing tentacle was good enough to explore inside this alien's cavities. He was also listening attentively to the sounds emerging from the female's mouth. They formed structured patterns that hinted at some kind of intelligent communication. He couldn't be sure of any of this until testing her DNA, chemical composition and the electrical activity running through her cells. Naomi saw the tentacle projecting further out and squirming between her legs. She felt it poking at the entrance of her pussy and jerked. Then she tried kicking the appendage away, but it barely moved. She was going to be ravished by this monster and there was no way to prevent it. "Get away from me!" The Entity used the sensory tentacle to observe the female's reaction with keen interest. It was evident that she knew what was going to happen to her and this confirmed that she was an intelligent being. The tentacle stabbed upward and penetrated deep into Naomi's pussy. The woman's vaginal cavity spread wide to accommodate such a fat appendage, eliciting a loud moan that echoed across the ruins. Unfortunately for Naomi, there was nobody around to hear her. Once inside of her, the Entity stayed still, sensing the female's body from within. It was warm and moist, and more importantly, it was flexible. He tasted her fluids and absorbed the chemicals that formed them. He also detected signals coming from above, from the woman's brain, telling her muscles what to do. He had seen all of this before but not in such complexity. When Naomi felt the large tentacle entering her pussy, she braced herself for excruciating pain, but it was not as she expected. She felt stuffed to the limit but oddly enough, it didn't feel bad at all. The appendage was coated with an oily layer that allowed a smooth, effortless penetration. When it reached the bottom of her cavity, it stopped. The frightened woman didn't know what to think about her current situation. She should be thankful that this plant-monster was apparently not planning to eat her, but having a huge tentacle lodged in her pussy didn't make things much better. He only needed to push a little deeper to impale her to death. From the Entity's perspective, this alien-female individual was becoming more interesting by the minute. He remembered another typical behavior of mammals while matting, and he thought it was worth experimenting with. He pulled the tentacle almost all the way out and pushed back in. Then he did it again and again. Naomi opened her eyes wide and moaned every time. The dazzled woman couldn't believe this was happening. The creature was pumping her as if they were having sex. She considered the possibility that this monster needed stimulation to release its seeds inside of her, which meant that her theory was right. The monster wanted to use her body to distribute its seeds. This also meant that he was planning to release her when he was done. There was hope that she might survive this! Several minutes passed, and as much as she tried to ignore the sensations, Naomi began to get aroused by the relentless hammering of the big appendage in and out of her body. She never before had something so big inside of her pussy and it felt incredibly good. Even in this awkward state of affairs, Naomi was certain that she would reach an orgasm soon enough if the tentacle didn't stop. But far from stopping, the Entity increased the pace. He noticed that the female was producing her own lubrication fluid that mixed with his and dribbled down her inner thighs. He also detected increasing electrical activity within her nervous system. The alien-female was excited. This was most fascinating. The Entity decided that it was time for the first discharge. The moment he ejaculated inside of her, Naomi climaxed. She clasped her legs together as her orgasm hit and she contorted under forceful spasms. The overwhelmed woman could feel her belly bloating from the huge amount of hot fluid pumped into her packed cavity and this boosted Naomi's arousal even further. She didn't know why she felt this way but she had never cum so hard in her life. The following hours were just a haze for Naomi. The monster kept fucking her without pause and she enjoyed it immensely. She lost consciousness several times from the overwhelming sensations but she woke up to find herself still hanging above the ground with the tentacle still lodged between her legs. As night approached, the blackouts happened more frequently, until her exhaustion became too much and she fell asleep for good, even with the appendage still pumping her pussy. Realizing that the female was not waking up, the Entity removed the mating tentacle, released her arms and let her limp body crumble to the mushy surface beneath. Even though the appendage was not inside of her anymore, a little of himself remained in Naomi's body. He had ejaculated in her womb several times and his essence had filtered into her bloodstream and into her cells. The sensing tentacle checked her body while she rested. The electrical signals coming from the female-alien's brain had been staggering during the mating ritual, which meant a higher level of thought. This female was definitely self-aware and intelligent. But his goal remained the same, regardless of her intelligence. Very soon she would be one with him. She would become part of the Whole. He just had to be patient. *** Naomi woke up a while later. It took her a moment to remember where she was and what had happened. When she did, she looked around for the glossy tentacles, but they were gone. Only the two big ones that had held her arms still hung around, motionless. She checked herself for injuries and she was fine. The only evidence of the incredible ravishing was a slight tingling in her pussy and the excess of sperm leaking from it. Damn! If someone had told me that I was going to be ravished by a plant today, I would have laughed my ass off. Even now is hard to believe that it happened. I have to get back to the frigate before they start looking for me. Naomi cleaned the remnants of the monster's cum off her thighs, put her skirt back on and headed back to the lab. She walked straight to her bunk trying to avoid everyone, but she ran into Lauren, who had been worried about her. "There you are! Have you been at the site all day? Are you ok?" Lauren asked. "Yes. I am fine. I am just very tired. I'm going to bed. We'll talk tomorrow." Lauren knew her teammate too well to believe that she was fine. Something had happened to Naomi. She knew it. *** A million thoughts cluttered Naomi's mind keeping her awake. Everything that happened to her earlier that day had not been her fault, but still she was reluctant to tell anyone about it and she wasn't sure why. The memory of those green tentacles looming upon her sent chills down her spine, but the image of that reddish tentacle sliding between her legs and penetrating her body so deeply made her pussy twitch. To make things worse, the dizziness from the overwhelming experience lingered in her mind. I must have climaxed like twenty times. How is that possible? I didn't have any seeds inside of me when I woke up so my theory was wrong. Why did it fuck me? It makes no sense. This is so embarrassing. I can't tell anyone about what happened. Not even Kary. What should I do? While she considered her options, Naomi unconsciously massaged her breast and didn't realize that her pussy was wet. The next morning, Naomi woke up horny as hell. She decided that before informing the others about her find, she needed more data. In reality, she knew this was just an excuse to visit the creature again. When she arrived to the ruins, it was exactly as she left it the day before. I wonder if what happened yesterday was a one-time thing. The Entity sensed the female approaching and rejoiced. He was expecting her return and he was ready for her. Naomi stopped at the edge of the mushy surface and observed the creature for a moment. She was wary about moving any closer. Then there was a squishy sound and the reddish tentacle emerged from the same hole as before. Naomi's pussy gushed with anticipation and this elicited a soft moan. The woman's heart was beating fast and her entire body was shivering. "What am I doing? I must be going crazy. But I need more information... I need more." In the back of her mind, she already knew what she had to do but she couldn't believe that she was standing there, ready to do it. Staring at the creature with desire in her eyes, Naomi removed her dress and stepped closer. She leaned forward and rested the palms of her hands against the main trunk while the reddish tentacle floated between her legs and curved upward, aiming at her vaginal entrance. "The plant-monster is going to fuck me again. It is going to make cum again." The sensory tentacle also emerged from the higher opening and snaked around Naomi's body. It was not necessary to use the restraining tentacles anymore and this was a good thing. The alien-female was beginning to understand that they belong together. Or more accurately, that she belongs to him. Naomi felt the thick appendage penetrating her as roughly and deeply as the day before. It was then that she realized how much she needed it inside of her. After several hours of emptiness, she was feeling alive again. She was learning that true bliss was possible. After the initial thrust, the Entity began to pump the female's body with an increasing pace, confident that another dose of his essence into her bloodstream would be enough to seal her fate forever. Then he would be able to explore the intricate connections and electrical signals of her brain. The tentacle squirmed and jolted inside of Naomi's tight cavity, occupying every bit of space available in her slim body. The woman moaned loudly and swayed her body in the opposite direction, seeking to maximize the penetration, and consequently, the mind-blowing sensations. She was in less control of the situation now than the day before, when her arms were restrained. Naomi grabbed the tentacle with both hands, feeling the girth and the power of the creature. All this energy was discharged into her pussy and spread to every cell of her body in the form of overwhelming pleasure. It was driving her insane and couldn't stand it for long before reaching her first orgasm of the day. Her eyes rolled back and her pussy gushed abundantly with every body-wrecking spasm. Nonetheless, she did whatever she could to remain on her feet and keep receiving the incredible blows of the fat tentacle. But her orgasm was stronger than her will and she finally crumbled to the ground, still shuddering out of control. And the same as before, the Entity kept fucking her without mercy. Naomi just laid there, riding her powerful climax until she regained control of her body. Then she re-positioned herself, resting her lower back on a mound nearby, allowing easier access to her vaginal cavity. While doing this, she made sure that the tentacle didn't leave her pussy for even a second. The Entity took this opportunity to test her endurance and churned his tentacle wildly, making her belly bulge in every direction. The female-alien screamed and spread her legs wider, welcoming the renewed assault. Naomi was staring at her bloating belly when something else grabbed her attention. A new tentacle emerged from the main trunk of the plant-creature, also red and also glistening with lubrication fluid. "Another one?!" The woman's heart jolted, then her pussy twitched as she realized that this appendage was going to fuck her too. Was it even possible? The excited woman felt the second tentacle poking at her anal entrance. She clenched her anus, fearing that it was more than she could take, that she might die from the massive double penetration. Yet she remained in place with her legs spread wide. Naomi was no longer in control of her actions and she knew it. Reaching Out The sensation was truly overwhelming. Naomi's anal cavity expanded to the limit as the fat tentacle pushed everything aside and slowly penetrated into her body. The aroused woman threw her back and screamed in bliss. She pictured both huge tentacles lodged inside of her slim frame fighting for space, and by doing so, claiming her sanity. Soon, the tentacles were pumping the woman's body with a sultry cadence. Naomi couldn't believe that such pleasure was possible. It was as if the tentacles knew exactly what she wanted. If she felt a hint of pain from a tentacle going too deep, then it would pull back immediately. If she wanted them to move faster, they would increase the pace to the proper speed. It was a sexual dream come true. The Entity had already deciphered the complex role of chemicals that influenced the female-alien's behavior and he was beginning to understand the patterns of electrical activity in her brain. Even as complex as they were, it was just a matter of time until he could understand her thoughts; until he could read her mind. Naomi's arms and legs started shivering from an impeding orgasm that would not arrive. The aroused woman didn't understand why she was not reaching her peak. She was almost there! This went on for several minutes, becoming both bliss and torture. Then she felt a rush washing through her body as if her orgasm was igniting not only in her pussy, but in every cell of her being. A spark of white light exploded behind the besieged woman's eyes and the world around her disappeared while her body was filled with cum. The she heard a whisper... "You are mine" The Entity flooded the female's body with chemicals that increased her orgasm tenfold, then he replicated the resulting electrical signals in her brain over and over, extending her climax indefinitely. She was now part of him, part of the Whole. The ravishing continued for the rest of the day as the Entity explored and toyed with the female's mind. When the night arrived, he had learned many things about the female's physical characteristics, and more importantly, about her origin. The large metal structure in which she arrived was called a "spaceship" and it could travel across the black void. This was most intriguing. Nonetheless, there were many things in the female's brain that the Entity didn't understand. It was so frustrating. *** When Naomi woke up, it was almost impossible to form coherent thoughts. She preferred not to think at all. She was still horny but her lover's tentacles had been retrieved into the main trunk and they would remain hidden until tomorrow. It was better to go back to her room and pretend it was business as usual. She got dressed and returned to the frigate. Lauren had tried to talk to Naomi this morning but when she arrived to her friend's room, Naomi had already left. She had planned to visit her at the site but the day became so hectic that she just didn't find time. She still had things to do when she saw Naomi returning to the ship, but made a mental note to speak with her tonight no matter what. Naomi is arriving late again. As soon as I am done cataloging today's finds, I will talk to her. Back in her bed, Naomi couldn't stop thinking about those huge appendages fucking her so delightfully. She plugged two fingers into her pussy and one into her ass, then she started masturbating with desperation, trying to diminish the fire that consumed her loins. Naomi never suspected that Lauren was standing at her door, watching her with astonishment. Lauren heard Naomi's soft moans when she arrived to her room and she didn't want to interrupt, but she also couldn't stop herself from peeking inside. Wow! She didn't even bother to close the door! She stayed there for several minutes knowing that this was a shameful invasion of Naomi's privacy. Yet it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen and soon she was discretely masturbating too. This is so hot! It didn't take long before Naomi was shuddering in climax. It wasn't nearly as good as the ones she enjoyed earlier today, so she started again, hoping for a stronger one. Lauren saw this. There was no way she would be able to talk to Naomi tonight. She decided to leave her friend alone and come back in the morning. *** The next day, as soon as the sun was above the horizon, Naomi was walking decisively towards her lover. Her pussy was so wet that her juices dripped down her inner thighs. Her heart was beating hard and her breathing was faster than normal. She couldn't wait one more second to have the tentacles in her pussy and ass again, but they were still hidden. "Where are the tentacles? I need them!" Lauren approached the site following Naomi's steps, but when she saw her friend pulling her skirt down, she stopped in her tracks and hid behind a rock. The astounded scientist didn't understand what was going on, but it was better to observe first and ask questions later. She still had in her mind the sexy image of Naomi masturbating on her bed. What is she doing?! Lauren wondered, Is she pretending to be in some kind of ritual? This is so naughty! Lauren immediately noticed that the distribution of these ruins suggested an altar of some sort, including that strange plant formation right in the middle. When Lauren saw a reddish tentacle emerging from the main trunk of the plant, she had to cover her mouth to avoid screaming. She was expecting a kinky display but nothing like this. Lauren looked around apprehensively, making sure that no tentacles were snaking by her feet trying to grab her. There were none. Then she turned her attention back to Naomi and the reddish worm. Naomi didn't flinch at all. She walked calmly towards the creature and spread her legs as the appendage squirmed in between. The woman's pussy was twitching with the anticipation of being viciously fucked like the day before. "Yes! Fuck me like you did yesterday." After Naomi was penetrated, she turned around offering her ass. Moments later, another tentacle emerged into the open. Lauren was astounded and oddly enough, a little aroused. Holy crap! There is another one! They look like Acadian worms but they are so big! Lauren was not only an expert on ancient civilizations but she was also well versed on xeno-biology. There was a great similarity between these tentacles and some species of worms discovered on the planet Acadia-4. The main difference is that these were huge. In any case, Acadian worms were harmless and it was no secret that some women used these creatures for sexual entertainment. That's why they were also known as "living dildos". Lauren came to the conclusion that Naomi knew about these worms too and she was also aware of their unorthodox uses. But there was the matter of size. How could Naomi fit that huge worm so easily? Naomi was moaning loudly while the tentacle pumped her tight vaginal cavity and she almost climaxed on the first few strokes. But she knew that the orgy was just beginning and she held it back. She felt the second appendage poking at her anus and rejoiced. After the previous ravaging, one cock was certainly not enough. The viewing angle was not ideal for Lauren and when the second tentacle recoiled and aimed at Naomi's behind, she could only guess what was going to happen next. She suddenly felt the urge to intervene and get her friend away from those things, but it was more than evident that Naomi needed no help. At that moment, Lauren noticed a third long tentacle emerging from a hole at the top of the main trunk. She wondered how many worms lived inside that thing. This new appendage had a different color and moved slightly slower than the others, as if it was checking things out. It was weird. Wow! There is another one. No way she can fit that one inside of her too. The scientist's attention was drawn back to Naomi when she screamed in bliss. The second tentacle began to move in a hammering motion, making it clear that the young woman was being penetrated in both holes. Squelching sounds echoed against the broken walls of the ruins and were augmented before reaching Lauren's ears, as if the ancient altar was designed for that precise purpose. Time passed and the scene didn't change. Lauren stayed hidden in the same spot, staring at her friend's wild ravishing. Considering the girth of the appendages, it was difficult to believe that Naomi could take those monsters inside of her and still enjoy it so much. Naomi was oblivious to Lauren's presence, or to anything else, other than the two phalluses that pumped her pussy and ass so delightfully. During the briefs moments of clarity, surrounded by overwhelming pleasure, Naomi was becoming aware of her dependence on this plant-creature and its wonderful tentacles. Did this mean that she was now this monster's sex slave? It was very possible and she didn't care. Naomi's hazy thoughts were interrupted when the Entity discharged another dose of cum into her body, which triggered a strong, mind-shattering orgasm. The woman's legs and torso shuddered violently as her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened wide to let out a muted grunt of absolute pleasure. Witnessing such a debauched spectacle of none other than the woman of her dreams, Lauren's arousal increased to the point that she pulled up her skirt and pushed two fingers into her pussy. Oh my God! She is having an orgasm! The worms are making her cum! When she saw her friend reaching climax, shuddering without control, Lauren wanted to cum too. It had been so long since she shared her bed with someone, and having Naomi walking around the frigate every day in her sexy outfits had only made things worse. Now there she was; the beautiful, sexy Naomi fully naked and shivering in ecstasy. Lauren wanted her so badly. After a couple of minutes, Naomi lost her balance and fell to the mushy ground. Her first orgasm had been incredible. She couldn't wait for the next one. But then the tentacles pulled out of her body. Naomi was confused and disappointed. She wanted more, much more... All the worms are retreating back into the plant-creature. Lauren Should I approach Naomi? I don't want to embarrass her. Lauren thought. The ravaging was over but Lauren didn't know what to do next. Her fingers were still in her pussy and she was horny as hell. Maybe this was her chance to approach Naomi and tell her the truth. Tell her that she was madly in love with her and that she would do anything to be with her. But if she did that, Naomi would know that she was spying on her, and she might get mad and shut her down for good. Maybe the best option was to silently walk away and pretend nothing happened. But then Lauren saw the green worm emerging again, this time from the lower hole. Maybe Naomi was going to get fucked again. Lauren's fingers moved faster in and out of her pussy. There is the worm again! Is it going to fuck her?! Strangely, Lauren noticed that the worm didn't focus its attention on Naomi at first. It moved around like checking the surrounding area. Lauren lowered herself behind the wall but then she rationalized that it was foolish to do so. The worm was clearly blind and couldn't see her. Then, with a sudden, precise motion, the worm aimed at Naomi's ass and penetrated her. This time, Lauren had a good view of the fat appendage sinking in. She watched with incredulity as the appendage pushed deeper and deeper into Naomi's body. Lauren kept moving her fingers faster, realizing that she was close to reaching an orgasm. She wanted it so badly. Naomi felt her lover's tentacle pushing into her ass, then she felt an instant climax take over her body and mind, then there was nothing but blinding elation. The alien-female's nervous terminals were now easy to understand. The Entity had decoded Naomi's brain functionality and how it controlled the rest of her body. Naomi lifted her torso and knelt upright on the ground without knowing that she was doing it. Nonetheless, her pussy was gushing abundantly from the never-ending orgasm that was taking hold of her unconscious mind. Deep within her mind, Naomi was aware that her body was being handled like a puppet and this excited her even more. Now she was more than a sex slave. She was an extension of her master. She was pure bliss. The Entity made Naomi stand up and call for Lauren. He had seen the other alien-female since the moment she arrived. He noticed that this new arrival had been touching herself while watching Naomi get ravished. The Entity was very curious about this behavior. There were so many things inside Naomi's brain that made no sense to the Entity. He wanted answers and this new alien-female could provide them. He decided to communicate. "I know you are there. You can come closer." Naomi said with the flat tone of voice. Crap! She saw me. I hope she is not mad. Well, it is now or never. I'll tell her how I feel. Lauren approached Naomi with determination but slowed down when she saw her friend's eyes rolled back into her head. It was alarming and arousing at the same time. Lauren wondered what was going on. "Hi Naomi. Are you ok? Why are you rolling your eyes?" "You are not speaking with Naomi. I am communicating through her." "What? I don't understand. What is happening to you? What do you mean you are not Naomi?" "I am using Naomi's body to talk with you." Lauren was very confused about the situation, but she was a smart woman and it only took her a moment to understand what was going on. She realized that this plant-like structure was not only a living thing but it was also intelligent. Lauren considered the possibility that she was talking to an alien! The astounded woman moved carefully around Naomi's body and examined the thick tentacle that penetrated her friend's anus. It looked even bigger this close. This tentacle is definitely not an Acadian worm. It is an extension of the creature. God! It is so thick! How can she take it in her ass?! The Entity was patient and allowed Lauren to investigate and understand what was going on. The situation was becoming clear and even more frightening. The alien creature was using Naomi as a vessel to communicate. The scientist thought about the implications of this type of control. If the creature was capable of controlling Naomi's mind like this, then it must be extremely intelligent. This could be the greatest discovery since the beginning of space exploration. The creature must be connected to Naomi's nervous system. This is amazing. I wonder how deep inside it is go... "You can have this female," Naomi said. "What?" Lauren heard Naomi's words, or more precisely, the creature's words, and her heart jolted. Standing up, Lauren asked about the meaning of this statement but she already knew the answer. This was not what she had in mind when she wanted to be with Naomi. "What do you mean by that?" "I saw you touching yourself earlier." Naomi said, "You desire this female. You can have her if you answer all my questions." "What are you doing to Naomi? Let her go! She must be in pain with that enormous appendage buried in her body." "Naomi is having an orgasm," he replied, "She is feeling nothing but unrestrained pleasure. Her orgasm will not stop until I say otherwise. Naomi is part of the Whole." The look on Naomi's face made complete sense now; she was definitely having an orgasm. "Part of the whole? What do you mean?" Lauren asked. "Now I am in her and she is in me. Since I am all, then she is part of the Whole," Naomi said, the she added, "Come closer and touch Naomi's body." Lauren was speechless. There were so many questions cluttering her mind. Was she in danger? Was Naomi? What did the creature mean by being part of the whole? The fact that the sexy Naomi was standing naked in front of her was not helping the situation. "No! Stop this! Set her free and then we will talk," Lauren said with little conviction. She was very aware that her pussy was dripping wet. The Entity knew that Lauren's heightened libido could be a great influence in forming an alliance. He also knew that Naomi could never go back to normal and Lauren should not be afraid of this fact. Lauren should know that Naomi's new condition could be a source of endless pleasure for both of them. Lauren thought about running back to the ship and bring back the fully-armed scouts, but she didn't. She stepped forward and grabbed one of Naomi's breasts. God! Her helplessness makes her look even sexier. I can't believe I am doing this. The soft touch elicited a moan that escaped Naomi's lips and Lauren's pussy twitched upon hearing it. Lauren was caving to her desires, and the Entity praised this reaction. Naomi knelt on the ground and conveyed the Entity's thoughts... "While Naomi gives you an orgasm, you can tell me everything about your space-traveling device. Is it your home? Did you evolve in it? How did you land on my planet without crashing?" Then she stuck out her tongue. "This is not right," Lauren said apprehensively, "You are making her do this!" "Naomi wants this," he said through her slave, "Her mind does not lie. Sit on her face." Lauren was very conflicted about what she should do. Her mind was telling her that this was absolutely immoral and she couldn't agree to any of this. Her body was compelling her to ride that wet tongue all the way to ecstasy. When the Entity moved its tentacles to provide support for Lauren, the scientist realized that the creature could have easily grabbed her at any time, but he didn't. This confirmed that he only wanted to talk and this gave her the necessary confidence to make a decision. She stepped onto the thick appendages and lowered her body until her friend's warm tongue touched her pussy lips. She gasped and jerked from the wonderful sensation, then she slowly moved her hips back and forth. Oh God! Naomi's tongue is in my pussy. "Now speak," Naomi said, detaching her mouth from Lauren pussy for only an instant. Between moans, Lauren explained all that she knew about their frigate and more importantly, about space traveling. She explained how propulsion systems worked and the concept of hyper speed. She talked about Earth and the dozens of other planets that humans had colonized so far. The woman's voice became increasingly uneven and shaky as she spoke with the warm tongue of her beloved friend bringing her closer to climax. "As you can see... umh...we evolved on Earth... The frigate is... ahhg... just a machine..." The Entity was fascinated by this. All those strange concepts he had found inside Naomi's brain started to make sense now that they were explained in the correct order. During his thousands of years of existence, he always believed that nothing was alive beyond the limits of his planet. Everything that came from the sky before was just meteorites - lifeless rocks. Learning that there were many other planets with life was a monumental revelation for the Entity. At that moment, it became clear to him that an alliance with Lauren was more important than he anticipated. The alien-female had become not only a source of knowledge but also a means of expansion. Lauren's words were quickly replaced by a blaring moan that announced the arrival of her first orgasm. The woman's entire body jolted spasmodically as her pussy gushed in Naomi's mouth. The Entity ignored Lauren's blissful contractions and kept twirling Naomi's tongue around the scientist's clitoris, prolonging the pleasure. Lauren fell backwards and ended on the ground in front of Naomi with her legs spread wide and her dazzled mind spinning from the mind-blowing climax. Reaching Out "Oh my God! That was wonderful," she said out of breath. "The pleasure you just felt is only the beginning," Naomi said, with her mouth smeared in Lauren's juices. "I've told you about our origin. Now you tell me about yours. Where do you come from?" Lauren asked. The Entity thought it was fair to answer Lauren's question, although there was not much to say. His origin was a mystery, even to him. One day we wasn't there and the next day he was. This happened thousands of years ago. In the beginning he was very small, the size of a pea, but soon he started to grow by feeding on the plants around him. After a while, he understood the composition of plants and he learned how to control them. To use them. A few centuries later he had extended his reach across the entire planet. Eventually he did the same with reptiles, mammals and every other creature that crossed his path. He became the ruling Entity of this world and he controlled everything. "There were others like you, with bigger brains. The ones who built this temple. But they too have become part of me. Part of the Whole." "This is incredible. I have never seen an organism like you," Lauren said, truly amazed. "You have taught me plenty and for that I am grateful. There is more beyond the black space and I want to see it. I want to reach out to other planets. Will you help me do this?" Naomi asked. "Reach out?!" Lauren asked, stunned by the question, "But how will you... I... I don't know." "Think about it and come back with your answer. Take Naomi with you. She is yours now," Naomi said. Lauren was astounded by the Entity's proposal. Presenting a creature like this to the scientific community would make her rich and famous, no doubt about it, but it could have catastrophic consequences considering its mind-controlling nature. There was also the issue of Naomi. The beautiful, sexy Naomi. If all this becomes public, she would be confined to a laboratory and turned into a subject of experimentation. She would be out of reach forever. Naomi moaned loudly while the Entity removed its tentacle from her ass. Her body and mind were released from the creature's control and her orgasm finally started to diminish. She wasn't happy about it but she didn't complain. She was falling into Lauren's arms; her new lover. "I got you." The Entity was not only capable of reading Naomi's mind, but also implanting suggestions. Naomi now believed that she didn't want to have sex with Arthur, the scout. She was in-love with Lauren and she would be her sex partner forever. On the way back to the ship, holding hands with Naomi, Lauren heard a woman's moan and she diverted towards the sound. From the distance, she couldn't tell what was going on, but as they got closer, Lauren was very surprised to see another one of the scientists laying on the ground with a strange snail-like creature pinning her down. "Oh my God! That's Zoe. What is that thing on top of her?!" Every creature on the planet was under the influence of the Entity and the primordial goal was to reproduce and create more life. For millennia, the Entity had experimented with crossbreeding, giving way to a huge variety of plants and animals. Zoe, the unsuspecting xeno-biologist, had become part of the experiments. The creature had a rounded carapace about one meter across and half a meter tall and had multiple reddish tentacles beneath the bulky body. It was pretty obvious that the monster needed these appendages for mobility but it was not clear what else it was doing between Zoe's legs. A couple of tentacles squirmed over the woman's chest and others were examining her lower body. Lauren could hear squelching noises coming from the monster's underside and she could see Zoe's nipples fully erect beneath the thin fabric of her top. It was very possible that the creature was fucking her! "It is going so deep..." Zoe whispered with her eyes half-closed. "Oh God! Hold on Zoe. I will help you!" Lauren exclaimed. Lauren noticed that the creature didn't move particularly fast and it didn't seem very threatening. She wondered how Zoe got into this situation in the first place. Did she allow the giant snail to mount her? Maybe the plant-creature had something to do with it. Maybe Zoe was becoming part of the Whole too. Lauren talked to Zoe as if she was under control of the plant-creature. "Are you controlling Zoe too? Can you talk through her?" Lauren asked Zoe. There was no answer. Zoe was not acting as a puppet the same way Naomi had. But why was she behaving like this? Why was she letting this creature fuck her? "Uhhg... it feels so good," Zoe said softly. The creature was heavy but Lauren was able to lift it away from Zoe's crotch. Two tentacles that were deeply buried within the botanist's pussy and ass were pulled out, eliciting a sultry moan from Zoe. Holy crap! How deep was she being fucked?! The creature waved its tentacles around with no specific objective. Lauren deduced that it had no intelligence and it was acting by pure instinct. Lauren was too engrossed watching the tentacles withdrawing from Zoe's body to notice that Naomi sat on the ground and was waiting for another creature to shove a tentacle in her pussy. When she saw this, Lauren screamed at Naomi urging her to move away, but the enthralled woman ignored her completely. She wanted to get fucked again. "Naomi no!! Get away from it!" "Please fuck me," Naomi said. This time, the words were her own. Meanwhile, Zoe reached her peak and her body shuddered violently from her first climax on this planet. The first of many. She had no idea that her orgasms would become stronger in time while her mind would become weaker. This didn't matter because she was already hooked. Lauren had no choice but to let go of the creature, which quickly repositioned on top of Zoe's belly and plunged its tentacles back into her body, just as deep as before. This boosted the woman's orgasm to a higher plane, providing pleasure that she had never experienced before. "You are a horny little minx," Lauren said to Naomi, "It is a good thing that these creatures move so slowly. " As Naomi was dragged away, she became very disappointed that the tentacle never reached her pussy. The ship was not far away, so Lauren decided to take Naomi back to her room first and then come back to help Zoe out of this mess. Since the creature was already fucking Zoe and she was not in pain, it wouldn't be that bad to let her 'enjoy' it a bit longer. "I'll be right back, Zoe. Hold on." "It is going deeper inside..." Zoe whispered. *** Lauren managed to get her naked friend into her room without being seen. But when she was heading back out, she was stopped by a scout. Lauren held her breath, thinking that maybe someone had seen her talking with the plant-creature; seen her using Naomi for her own pleasure. She relaxed when the scout explained to her that there had been an incident in the southern sector. Nobody was allowed to leave the ship for the moment. "What happened?" Lauren asked. "Two scientists were attacked by a group of humanoids. One of them managed to escape and reported it. We have launched a rescue mission." the scout responded. "Do you know who? Are they alright?" "Dr. Lucia Reyes told us about the incident. She is fine. We are still looking for Dr. Margot Krasevich." A couple of kilometers south of the frigate, a surreal scene was taking place. Margot realized with some relief that the monsters were not trying to kill her or eat her, but their intentions became clear very quickly. After removing all her clothes, one of them threw her to the ground and jumped on top. She offered some opposition at first, but after ten minutes of wild pounding, her mind was spinning with puzzling sensations. He is fucking me so hard... I hope Lucia is safe. She was being forced to have sex and yet she was enjoying it. Margot didn't want the ravishing to stop and she couldn't understand why. She felt the humanoid's huge cock reaching so deep inside of her that it seemed impossible. Am I enjoying this?! What is wrong with me? Margot had felt peculiarly aroused the last couple of days, and being a xeno-biologist, she suspected that the cause was something in the air, maybe some kind of pheromone. She didn't tell anyone about this until she could find the source and prove her theory. Not even Lucia, her closest friend. Suddenly, these humanoids came out of nowhere and surrounded them. It was a good thing that Lucia was able to get away. The humanoid flipped her over and Margot was now on top. She found herself cooperating without even thinking about it and made sure that the cock remained plugged in her pussy. Margot saw another humanoid approaching from behind and her heart jolted as she visualized what was going to happen next. Two at the same time?! When she felt the thick head of the second cock spreading her ass cheeks, the scientist's pussy started twitching out of control. Margot had had anal sex before, but not with a huge phallus already lodged in her pussy. Was it even possible? How could her slim body take so much male meat inside? Oh God! This is it. I'm going to die if they both fuck me simultaneously. But Margot's body adjusted and soon she had both fat cocks pumping her body. She couldn't believe that this was happening. And even worse, she couldn't believe that it felt so good. The humanoids' cocks pushed Margot's insides apart, taking so much space inside of her body. It was so surreal and so wonderful. Were the pheromones doing this to her? Were they making her a hopelessly horny woman at the service of these creatures? The thought of this made her pussy twitch hard. Was she willingly becoming a sex slave? The humanoids sensed the female's cavities clinging tightly to their cocks, as if her existence depended on it. They were used to this. All females, regardless of the species, were always horny and ready for sex. That was the way of the Whole. Mating, mixing, creating new life and new species. These humanoids were once part of a flourishing civilization. They had cities made of stone. They were organized and had rules that provided order. They had a promising future. But then everything changed. At first they started to notice a strange behavior among creatures of lower intelligence. Soon they became affected as well. The females began to mate with males of other species. The males followed. Everything became irrelevant except having sex, anywhere and with anything. Before they knew it, they became part of the Whole. Margot felt the cock in her pussy jolting once, then twice. Soon, a warmth spread within her belly. The humanoid beneath her was ejaculating and filling her womb with sperm. This creature was almost human and maybe she could get pregnant with his baby. This possibility filled her with joy. Was she going crazy? He is cumming inside of me! Margot climaxed as well. Not too hard or too long, but she thought it was the best orgasm of her life. The humanoid behind Margot pulled her backwards, shoving his cock a couple of centimeters deeper into her ass and the scientist moaned loudly in response. This motion forced the other phallus out of her pussy and the remnants of semen gushed to the grass below. The third humanoid spoke in a strange language and made a signal with his hand. Before she knew it, Margot was back on top of a creature but this time she was facing up to the sky. Her ass cheeks rested on the humanoid's crotch and the large cock was completely out of view, hidden within her tight anal cavity. The astounded woman felt as if she was being impaled alive and it was the most wonderful experience of her life. Was it possible that the pheromones were forcing her to act like this? To feel like this? Margot's mind was struggling to make sense of her joyous predicament. His cock is so deep that I can barely move my body. The other humanoid stepped forward and looked at the female's pussy. It was open and ready. She needed more sperm inside of her to speed the process of transformation. Soon she would become a fruitful breeder. Margot saw the next humanoid kneeling between her legs and aiming his cock at the entrance of her pussy. The first words that came out of her mouth since the ravishing started were the only ones that came to her stunned mind... "Fuck me, please". Being fucked by one cock was great but being fucked by two was better. She had felt it once already and she wanted to feel it again. Her heart was racing and her pussy was twitching. She needed that cock inside of her at once. The penetration was slow and steady. Her pussy lips spread apart, allowing access for the fat head and making the thickness of the phallus in her ass even more evident, competing for space within her small frame. The scientist's open mouth only let out a soft, subdued grunt. The humanoids pumped her body for a while and Margot started to wonder if all of this was real. She was on the verge of her second climax and the sensations running through her body were beyond her wildest dreams. Her dazzled mind began to make excuses for why this was the right thing to do; why she should let these humanoids fuck her brains out for as long as possible. Margot had the feeling she was becoming part of something bigger and she needed to let it happen as part of her research. The tightness of the female's ass was too much for the humanoid and he discharged his load of semen deep inside of her ass. The swelling phallus pulsated several times before the sperm began to leak through the crevices of her anal entrance. The same way as before, when he came, she came too. She was waiting for it. Holding it back until the right moment. She was now in sync with them, with the Whole. Margot had been right all along regarding the pheromones. After the Entity analyzed Naomi's body and discovered a way to boost her arousal, he commanded all the flowers around the frigate to release specific types of chemicals into the air. All the alien lifeforms that shared Naomi's body chemistry would experience a substantial increase in their libido. The Entity never suspected that this natural action might complicate his plans of expansion. Meanwhile, the humanoid that had filled Margot's ass with cum moved away, allowing the scientist to lay on the soft grass while the other humanoid repositioned to the side and resumed the frantic pumping. Margot's two orgasms had done nothing to diminish her excitement and she welcomed her lover's effort with true passion. She moved her hips up and down following the same rhythm of his strokes. "Yes! Fuck me hard." Regardless of the Entity's chemical influence, Margot was fully conscious of her debauched behavior. She knew that it was wrong to have such an intimate contact with a native creature and the consequences of this could be dangerous to her health and to the entire mission. She just couldn't stop herself. It felt so damned good. A couple of scouts had arrived at the scene following Dr. Reyes' directions and were watching from a short distance. Two of the native creatures were walking away. The third one was pounding hard at Dr. Krasevich's pussy. It was hard to believe but there she was, moaning blissfully. "Are you seeing this? Dr. Krasevich is letting that creature fuck her! This is weird, man," one of the scouts said. "Maybe she had no choice. She is probably doing this so they won't hurt her," the other responded. "She doesn't seem to be in pain. Let's wait a moment until the other two are out of sight and then we move in." "Agreed." The odd couple had no idea that they were being watched. Margot stared at the scarce clouds in the sky while the fat phallus hammered relentlessly into her pussy. This was the third humanoid to shoved his cock inside of her and she still wanted more. She blamed the pheromones and hoped that there were more creature in line to ravish her. She didn't want this unique experience to end. "Please.. fuck me.. uhm.. hard," Margot cried out loud. Did she just ask him to fuck her hard? the scout thought. Meanwhile, the other humanoids walked down the valley and went out of sight. The humanoid saw the two alien figures approaching and he screamed in panic, yet he didn't pull his cock out of Margot's pussy. He saw the rifles pointing at him, but he had no idea that they were until the scout shot into the air. Margot had not seen her rescuers yet, and despite the loud gunshot, she kept moving her hips, encouraging the creature the resume the ravishing. She was so close to another orgasm and complained with a seductive voice demanding more. "More..." The humanoid, scared out of his mind, forcefully pulled his cock out of Margot's pussy and staggered back. Margot finally realized that the scouts had come to her rescue, but she didn't know how to feel about that. Her mind was spinning with confusing thoughts and the only thing she was certain of was that her pussy was burning with need. The scouts approached from different angles aiming at the humanoid. Nonetheless, it was standard procedure not to shoot at a native creature unless absolutely necessary. "Fuck off!!" the scout yelled at the humanoid. One scout watched the humanoid running like hell, while the other extended a hand to help Dr. Krasevich. He noticed that the assaulted woman was not looking at his hand but at his crotch. "You are safe now, Doctor." The fact that the ravishing was over became painfully evident and Margot slowly came back to her senses. Yet she still felt horny. Margot's clothes were nowhere to be found so she had to walk naked back to the frigate. She didn't mind at all. After her joyful experience, there was no doubt in her mind that something in the air was stimulating her senses and increasing her arousal. She still needed to find the source, but there would be plenty of time for that. Now a cold shower was in order... and maybe a long session of masturbation. "Sorry Doctor. I don't know how we missed those creatures. They didn't show in the scans either," the scout said, apologizing for his team's mistake. "It's ok. They didn't harm me. Thank you for rescuing me." Dr. Krasevich is really hot. She has a fine ass, thought the scout walking behind them. The scouts' suits filtered the air they breathed so the pheromones released by the Entity were not affecting them at the moment. But they didn't wear the suits all the time, and the arousing influence was already crawling through their bloodstream. *** Unable to help Zoe because of the lock-down, Lauren walked back to Naomi's room. She found her friend sitting on the floor with something writhing in her hand. It was an Acadian worm! It made sense to Lauren how Naomi could have mistaken the plant-creature's tentacles for Acadian worms. She had some of them right here in the frigate! "Wow! Those are Acadian worms, right? Where did you get them?" Lauren asked. "Come and join me..." was Naomi's short response. Lauren thought about it for a moment. There was time to kill anyway and she had heard wonderful things about these little creatures. What a better way to try them for the first time than right now, with the gorgeous Naomi. Naomi put one end of the worm in her mouth and offered the other end to Lauren, who knelt next to her. Lauren was hesitant. The idea of having a worm in her mouth was a bit repulsive, no matter the reputation of this sexual creature, but she was excited enough to give it a try. Ok, I'll do this. Just the tip to see how it tastes. Lauren noticed that the worm was oozing an oily substance that covered its skin and made it very slippery. When she put the tip in her mouth, she happily discovered that it tasted bitter-sweet. The flavor was difficult to describe but it was awesome.