Than Your Lucy Stars

Pictures of her covered a whole wall, as well as the top of every nightstand, table and dresser. Amidst them all was one small family photo, of him with his ex-wife and daughter. It had been taken soon after she’d graduated from high school, and not long before his first affliction his. They’d all been close then, before the dementia. They never came to visit him, though, that first time, or now. Only she did.

He knew she was coming to visit him later today. It was the only thrill left in his days. He always knew when that time came. It was how he marked the time. Dates and hours, days of the week, months of the year, they all meant nothing to him. He cared only about when she would arrive, and when she would leave. In between was just the boring, meaningless, numberless passage of time, like the moment between one second and the next, but drawn out into an unbearable length.

Today was different, too, special beyond all of her usual visits. She’d said that she’d found it. That gave everything a different feel. The air had a different taste, the walls a different color. He couldn’t say he felt more alive, but the world did. It was like there was, for the first time in years, something new that could happen, something to hope for. He had hope that there was again something new in the world waiting to be discovered.

That’s how children lived. Children lived a life filled with wonder. They lived a life where every day might bring a new joy or marvel, or even pain, but it was still new. Every day might bring something fresh and revealing, and most days did. Good or bad, the pain or joy always passed, but it kept things interesting. Not so for old men gazing listlessly forward at the too-near end of their days.

She was young and vibrant, beautiful and glowing, and she adored him. His tired shell of a body and twisted mind couldn’t return her love, not any more, but still she lavished hers on him, in a tender, warm, nonsexual way, and he silently thanked her for that. She’d become, here near the end, both the wife and the daughter who had abandoned him.

As things had turned out, as his life had turned out, it was more than he could expect, and probably more than he deserved. Most of the family had abandoned him, after what he’d done and how he’d lived. Now he only had her, and even then, only when she could spare the time to pay him a quick visit. She was a good, generous girl, but she still had a full life to live. It made him feel guilty, but not guilty enough to urge her not to come.

It all had dwindled to this. He’d already been here once before, or in a place and situation like it, long ago, although for the life of him he couldn’t remember much of those days. They were a blur, like a dream that was so very vivid in the moment between sleep and waking, and yet is so hard to recall a few hours later over breakfast and coffee.

That was probably for the best. It was painful enough to live this way now, let alone to remember how bad it had been before.

To help him dismiss his morbid thoughts he pulled out the sheets of paper, to resume reading where he’d left off.

Interlude 2 : Alien Science Lesson

It might be the time to teach how one enslaves

Using Telefragenic Neuromalous Waves

The things they can do

To make people screw

And how they affect how a person behaves

These waves are emitted in pulses or spurts

Which lower men's trousers and raise women's skirts

By playing toccata

On one's Oblongata

In a fashion that bounces from “pleasant” to “hurts”

A teasing imbalance of pleasure and pain

Can cause any person to cease to remain

With their moral compass,

They coolly turn pompous

And so choose a course from which they should refrain

A Telefragenic Neuromalous Wave

Will twist neurons ‘round to make one misbehave

Bombarded too long

What is right becomes wrong

And what is just wrong becomes what one will crave

So now that you know all the science and stuff

Perhaps in your judgement you won’t be too tough

On the family Brown

Who’ll get up to go down

On forbidden, incestuous, sensuous muff

Phase III — Target : Thomas, The Marine

Old Brown lay quite spent, after all his ordeals

Such as fucking a space ship out in his corn fields

Or giving no quarter

While fucking his daughter

And reveling in her too passionate squeals

It now became Bobbie Jean’s role to fulfill

To move down the hall and decide whom she will

Make come with her next

As a perverse pretext

To turning their brains into quite useless swill

The nymph held three seedpods, all ready and waiting

And a strange, odd device, for T wave emanating,

Thus armed she’d begin,

To seduce her own kin,

By engaging with them in the act known as mating

Her own choice of partners was sibling, or mother,

She had to pick which of their brains she would smother,

With alien guiding

She far preferred riding,

So needing a cock to do that, chose her brother

Tall, muscular Thomas was now a Marine,

He’d entered the service at barely eighteen

Four years in the Corps

Made him into much more

So much it appealed to his sis, Bobbie Jean

He was muscled and covered with many tattoos

Exotically drawn on his taut, strong sinews

It made her so warm

That his artistic form

Could be doing to her anything he might choose

Her brother's tattoos were intensely exciting

Two tigers, with claws out for savagely fighting,

A girl who was stacked,

A skull that was cracked,

And a cobra, mouth open for venomous biting

The thought of a strong man built so well, like him,

All muscles and tattoos, in fighting-fit trim,

Made her sex glands sweat

And almost forget

That her dear brother’s prick should not enter her quim

As brother and sister the two were quite close

There stirred in between them a sense of eros,

But they never committed

What wasn’t permitted

At least, ‘til this evil raid from the cosmos

In the past she’d tried hard not to think of her brother,

As a mighty, strong, conquering warrior-lover,

But when she was bored

His cock was a sword

And her pussy was where he could bravely take cover

A powerful soldier like Thomas, she'd bet

Could make her soft, cool loins heat up, hot and wet

A fine sibling lay

Was a marvelous way

To produce a fond memory she’d always regret

For his part, strong Thomas, the service had sought

To flee this attraction he desperately fought

He ached for his sister

To moan as he kissed her

So to join the Marines is what wrong lust had wrought

It couldn’t be ”true love,” he knew, he could tell

It was simmering hormones that made his cock swell

True love with a sibling

Could not be the real thing

Although he was sure he made her hot, as well

He’d left, then returned, on a very long leave

Hoping and praying, he’d come to believe

His lust for this girl

Was a flag that would furl

And in coming back home he would find a reprieve

At the same time his eye was distracted, a bit

By a new, unexpected contender’s great tits

But that instigator

Is best left for later

Let’s stick to the problem of this sibling fit

So these two ”sweet” lovebirds resisted so long

The dangerous call of that loud siren’s song

Of mixing their junk

A slut and a hunk

Going places where neither one’s junk did belong

Perhaps growing up in a farm’s solitude

Made it natural feelings like those would intrude

But now, in this place

The invaders from space

Were programming far stronger drives, vile and crude

Tonight, pushed by alien forces severe

The two would experience love, shame and fear

Bobbie Jean settled in

By his bed to begin

Making passionate love to her sweet brother, dear

She started events with her mouth and her lips

Beginning with slurps, licks, sucks, kisses, and sips

Of her brother’s fine prick

To make it grow thick

And long in her mouth and her soft fingertips

His eyes opened wide at the sudden immersion

Of a mouth simulating the pleasant insertion

Of cock into cunt

He gave a soft grunt

Before realizing the act was perversion

Tom watched, eyes wide open, as his sister’s tongue

Worked bathing his cock, while to his sheets he clung

It felt so damn good

Like no blow job should

When delivered by one so familiar, and young

He knew that this wasn’t the first she’d subdued

A man’s swollen cock that cried out to be screwed

Her head kept on bobbing

His cock kept on throbbing

To the thought that his sister was no church pew prude

Somehow our strong Thomas felt this wasn’t proper

He tried to convince himself he had to stop her,

His training kicked in,

As he fought back the sin,

But stern resolve cracked as she swallowed his whopper

He should have stayed strong, as she smiled at the flavor

But she spun around so he’d return the favor

Her pussy was there

In need of his care

And presenting a taste of his sister he’d savor

He lay there, in rapture, completely enthralled

By a soft, velvet mouth made so hot it could scald

She sucked with a zeal

That could form molten steel

While he noted his sister’s sweet pussy was bald

His sister’s moist flower, between two long stems

Lay nestled before him like the finest of gems

With petals of pink

And nectar to drink

He knew these beginnings would lead to sweet ends

For her part, by this point, his cock did present

What for Bobbie Jean must be the main event

She spun ‘round again

To guide his cock in

Screaming loudly and fiercely of her clear intent

”Oh, God, dear Big Brother! You’ll fuck me so deep!

I’ve been such a fool to leave you fast asleep.

I tried hard to lick,

But I must ride your dick.

Still, we can’t make a sound, so please don’t make a peep!”

She said this so loudly he barked out a laugh,

Then watched her cunt rise before swamping his staff,

She fucked him supreme,

Like a whore in a dream,

He would conquer a continent on her behalf

As Bobbie Jean took him with temperature heightened

To levels that would any doctor have frightened

His teeth had to grit

At the burn of her slit

Then drove himself in where her scorching walls tightened

It was Bobbie Jean’s turn to coat his cock with shame

Consumed by a cunt stoked with alien flame

The heat was intense

The burn so immense

For the rest of his life he’d think all whores were tame

"Shit, yes, Little Sister! Fuck, Bobbie! Oh, Shit!

I'll fill your hot pussy and suck your sweet tit,"

He barked, marine crass,

As he grabbed her tight ass,

"I'll fuck you forever! You're such a tight fit!"

"Merci," she responded, ”Oh, Merci beaucoup!"

She squealed as she writhed, while she traced a tattoo

With provocative grace

She kissed his whole face

While Thomas laughed back, ”Oh, Yes? Oui? Parlez vous?”

He’d paid for such loving on far distant shores,

Commercial exchanges for the world’s oldest chores

When right here his sister

Rode so hard she'd blister

A cock made of steel forged from pure iron ores

He rolled her hard over to lie on her back,

To use his great strength to increase his attack,

She could not repel

His so amorous swell

While he nibbled and sucked on her cute little rack

Her tits were so tempting, like two small, fresh cupcakes

So soft, yet so firm, that they instilled deep heartaches

They were so enticing

With or without icing

He loved to just watch as his thrusts gave them small shakes

Her legs and her arms, she expertly entwined

Like a room full of snakes, she wrapped him in a bind

His sweet little sister

Made love to her mister

Her brother, the soldier, who held her in kind

Although they both loved this perverse, shameful whim

That had simmered and broiled within her and him

Inside they both reeled

As their lust was revealed

And so openly shared with such vigor and vim

A good girl could search short, long, near, far and wide,

To find a good man who could warm her inside,

When he’d always been here,

Her sweet brother dear,

The best fucking stud that she ever would ride

As a strapping young man Tom had fine girls to call

When he wanted a woman to kiss and to ball

But the biggest damn crime,

Was that all of this time,

The best fuck by far had been right down the hall

And yet, with his great strength of courageous will

Dear Thomas resisted this outrageous thrill

He held back the urge

To come with a splurge

In his little sister, who clutched at his drill

The alien mind that was pulling the string

Could sense that good Thomas resisted this fling

It sent out directions

To use sweet inflections

So Bobbie Jean’s mouth voiced the words she must sing

”Big brother, you’re filling me so full I’ll burst,”

She screamed as his cock was completely immersed,

”Please shoot in my cunt,

My dear Marine grunt,

We’ve gone so far now, things just can’t be reversed!”

He gazed at the girl of whom he was so fond

The words pushed him over the edge, and beyond

His strength had eroded

His cannon exploded

He came for so long that his come made a pond

Beside him, at rest on the hard-shaking bed,

A seedpod was glowing in orange and red

It pulsed in a rhythm

That peaked with his jism

Shooting into his sister like a bursting warhead

The orgasm left him exhausted and senseless

His mind in that moment was weak and defenseless

The next pod intruded,

His own mind, excluded,

A sure sign this alien plan was relentless

The number of pod people now stands at three

Although Bobbie Jean was too spent now to be

The tool of seduction

for mother’s induction

That mission fell now to the well-trained Tommy

He finished the section without the feeling of distraction he had hoped for. Throughout the tumbling words, his mind wandered ever back to her. He felt even more anxious as the time of her arrival approached. She was never late, and he was grateful for that, because he didn’t think he could survive one moment of thinking that perhaps, for once, she wasn’t coming… especially not after she’d told him that she’d found it.

A writer must conjure, contrive and emote

Express and then stress about each word he wrote

Since he took the time

To make these lines rhyme

The least you could do is to bother to vote