Than Your Lucy Stars

It should be made clear, before more words are seen,

This story is littered with actions obscene

The characters, hot,

Some human, some not,

But all are most certainly over eighteen

This story's inferred from an unfounded rumor,

Containing some elements sick as a tumor

Like incest and porn,

French, cuckolding, corn,

Sci fi, Sue, cops, aliens, worst of all, humor

This is the last chapter that you must read through

Be warned that this is but one version of two

To avoid confusion

Choose your own conclusion

Since no one on earth knows which outcome is true...

This chapter ascribes to a pure human nature

That each mortal soul is a kind, loving creature

Who, faced with a vice,

Does what's pure, just and nice,

This ending is based on that most noble feature

She was here. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears and temples, his neck and chest. The excitement was almost more than he could bear. She sat beside him, holding his hand, anxiously looking time and again out at the nurses in the hall, waiting for them to disperse to deliver pills or to check on patients.

It sat on the bed in an old, sealed, cardboard box covered with past address labels, packing tape, and other markings. It was just another box of stuff to any uncritical eye.

She had found it, boxed up and gathering dust in storage amidst his other things from the first home. He'd abandoned it all, eagerly leaving it all behind, not realizing the importance of what he'd thoughtlessly done, or even that it had been left behind by them. After all, they'd had no use for it themselves. Why would they? And later, when she had suggested it as a cure for his renewed dilemma, he'd had no hope that it would be found. Only she believed, and looked, and never stopped looking.

Still, there was no reason in the world to believe that it would actually work. It had been more than ten years. The battery, or whatever power source it used, was probably dead. And even then, even if it still had some functioning power source, they hadn't a clue as to how to turn it on or adjust it. They knew nothing about it, or what it might do, only what it had done before when used properly by trained experts who knew exactly how to tune and use it.

He even feared what it might do, not to himself, but to her. She didn't know, and wasn't thinking it through, and he was powerless to try to communicate his fears to her.

His papers were in her hands. She'd read it almost all the way through, occasionally casting questioning, quizzical, shocked or pleased glances his way. Now she wore a nervous grin as she began to read the last section.

Counterattack

With strength and commitment and her firm resolve

It was Emma's turn to choose whom to involve

She picked whom to take

Deciding she'd make

Her brat little sister's invader dissolve

It started with kisses, all soft, coy and teasing

Then moved on to other things, hot, wet and pleasing

Two close sisters loving

With pushing and shoving

And in the end screaming and coming and squeezing

"Hold me! Please, Bobbie Jean! Hold me! Don't stop!"

She commanded while harvesting Bobbie Jean's crop

Who returned the favor

And thankfully gave her

Some sisterly love from her bottom to top

To Emma's surprise, as the two did combine,

In a loving and sisterly, hot sixty-nine,

Our Emma Lou came,

While shouting the name

Of her own little sister, who squealed back, "You're mine!"

In a fit, Bobbie climaxed, while there undetected

An Intergalactic detective injected

A mind-splitting wedge

That gave him an edge

And so the first alien mind was ejected

As Bobbie Jean panted, and grinned wide in awe

Of Emma Lou's skill with her tongue, mouth and jaw

Emma Lou found a spark,

To push on in the dark,

And seek out the next sorry victim, her pa

She mounted her father with little pretense,

His cock was still stiff as the post of a fence

She rode him with glee,

Squealing, "Oh, yes, Dad-dy!"

While the erstwhile detective broke through the defense

"Hold me! Please, Daddy! Please, hold me! Hold tight!"

She begged as he squeezed her with fatherly might,

His old cock fulfilled her

Completely instilled her

With heavenly, loving, paternal delight

Again Emma Lou was so shocked when she came

By fucking the man who had bestowed her name

Her daddy was stellar

A rock hard old feller

Who gave her orgasms hog wild, not tame

These climaxes struck with a cosmic intensity

Her pussy squeezed cock with a black hole's mass density

Her cunt was a glove

Gripping fatherly love

Reinforcing her newly gained incest propensity

Her father came hard in the very same second

That Emma came, too, so an opening beckoned

The detective went through,

To give alien two

An orgasmic ejection for which he'd not reckoned

With Emma Lou's daddy's come sloshing inside,

Emma went on with her mission, with pride,

She took to this job

As a sex shish-kabob,

Thinking this was all good, she was on the right side!

Her mother was next, and a sure challenge, too

She'd heard that her stiff competition was Sue

Her mother next learned,

Her daughter had earned

The right to claim she was the best at that, too

"Hold me! Please, Mommy!" she begged as she painted

Her mom with her tongue as she became acquainted

With the sensitive bit

Of her mom's swollen clit

In a bid to make Mom come so hard that she fainted

She worked with finesse with her talented tongue

Remembering well that her mother's not young

It took her some time

But was well worth the climb,

When her mother screamed so loud she could burst a lung

Emma Lou came using one of Mom's dildos

(Fresh corn from the drawer, where it hid under Dad's nose)

Mom begged Emma clearly,

To eat her so dearly,

But the begging soon ceased with her orgasmic throes

With two women flooding the floor with their juices,

While squirming and wriggling their soft, round cabooses

The criminal fled

With the words in his head:

{{

Don't mess with the vice squad, at least Betelgeuse's

}}

Dear Emma, of course, saved the best one for last

She'd thought Thomas hot, since far back in their past

She let him control,

As she lay back and rolled,

With his hard marine's cock pumping into her, fast

It took him a while, which gave her a thrill

She now knew that family could

really

fill

But it left her so sore,

Like an overused whore,

She thought for this service she should send a bill

"Hold me! Please, Tommy!" she cried without shame

She pleaded with him, as he called out her name,

To fill her with steaming hot

Brotherly semen shot

Out of his cock as he violently came

She came with him, too, as this business required.

Allowing the last space fiend to be retired

She would no more ache

For a climax to bake,

As a blaze in her kiln for her kin had been fired

The detective inside her remained at his station

Engaged in a war for this family's salvation

Tom's extraterrestrial

Sex fiend familial

Met his demise as an ejaculation

Then finally, thankfully, it was complete.

The aliens vanquished, and dead in defeat

The kindly detective

Who gave his perspective,

Then, too, simply vanished, with a silent retreat

They fell where they stood, and they slept through the night,

Exhausted by what was a terrible fright,

They slept well past ten,

And even more when,

They ventured outside to a horrible sight

With stern, fatalistically serious nods,

The family looked past the cow pies and clods,

Where in place of corn

What was there to be born

Was row upon row of those ghastly seedpods

"There must be four thousand," the father related,

"Or even five hundred," the dim marine stated,

They all thought as one,

What next had to be done,

Each grabbed a sharp scythe, and not one hesitated

When thousands of seedpods were chopped down in haste,

The gooey remains were all crushed into paste

The men climbed up to

Patch the roof with the goo

So that in the end no seedpod went to waste

Then, when this strange "harvest" was finally through,

The family, safe inside, went upstairs to

Go alone to their rooms

As silent as tombs

To think about what had transpired, with who

Although they felt guilt at their rash inclinations

Towards shamelessly touching their own close relations

They still felt effects

They could not neglect

From some lingering telefragenic vibrations

It didn't take long before Dad began snoring

While hot Mrs. Brown thought the whole thing was boring

She visited Tommy

Who welcomed his mommy

Into strong, loving arms, where he proved he's adoring

Then Bobbie Jean snuck into her father's sack,

Where he tried to fend off her aggressive attack,

She was such a dear,

Breathing into his ear

How much she would love to ride Daddy bareback

Emma Lou lay in bed, feeling alone

As her family filled the whole house with their moans

She fretted and chided

Until she decided

As a farm girl she had many oats to be sown

She first joined her mother and brother in screams,

Then gave her strong father the threesome of dreams,

Bobbie purred "Ooh la la!"

Learning, "Ménage à trois"

Then the whole sinful family took the term to extremes

In time, both the parents could not stay awake

The three horny offspring had thirsts still to slake

With folks under covers,

The three sibling lovers,

Went down to the dark den to fuck without break

In the yard, Pete was barking at the end of his chain

The one Brown clan member who could not remain

Inside playing house

With a heat one can't douse

In a family that now

all

had sex on the brain

The morning sun came up, passed by, and went down

As all of the family shuffled around

Each pairing they tried,

In loud climax they cried,

With hearty, incestuous, orgasmic sounds

Kay Brown might not ever again reach for her corn,

She'd had the best climax from her own first born!

And then, there's her son,

With his mighty fine gun,

With these two she might find she's never forlorn

Old Farmer Brown, he had been given new life,

Although he thought little of mounting his wife,

With two lovely daughters

That made his mouth water

He'd long cut those loaves with a cock like a knife

The steadfast marine had hit pay dirt as well

He loved his sweet sister more than he could tell

And there was his mother

With love that could smother,

And a hot older sister that could fuck like all hell

Now sweet Bobbie Jean had a collection of sorts,

French words to be spoken as she practiced her sports,

Of fucking her brother,

And sister, and mother,

But most of all Daddy, the best of consorts

While Emma Lou found that her problem was not

Here being a nympho was as good as it got

She rode and she sucked,

She licked and she fucked,

Her fabulous family hit the right spot!

Her problem was solved in a way unexpected

Her sources of pleasure were those she'd neglected

She came every time,

By committing the crime

Of sex with relations with whom she connected

The farm house walls echoed with ecstatic screams,

Where a family learned nothing is as it seems

A seedpod could take you,

And shake you and make you,

So you might as well live out your wildest dreams

Aftermath

The Browns soon recovered from T wave direction

As urges subsided, they stewed in reflection

That what they had done

At the time had seemed fun

But now lead to deeply ashamed introspection

The family crowded together in church

Like birds on a wire, they'd so closely perch,

In a row, in a pew,

Hoping no one there knew

What they'd know if they could telepathically search

They felt trembling, horrible shame at their acts

They tried to take solace in specific facts

The aliens made them,

Abused and betrayed them,

But the truth was deep down inside incest attracts

The Browns were no longer urged on by sensations

Of Telefragenic Neuromalous vibrations

They again knew the rules

That their family jewels

Could not be shared with their genetic relations

Young Thomas decided he must go away

To rise through the ranks as the price he must pay

The Proud, and the Few

Who had enjoyed a screw

With his sisters, and mother, a most memorable lay

Bobbie Jean moved to town, to her own small apartment

Paid for by a job in a Store-Mart department

Where she could forget

She had shamelessly let

Her nearest of kin touch her secret compartment

While Kay and the farmer joined group therapy

To help them to deal with their strained family

As well as the wrecks

Left by family sex

Not to mention the lack of it twixt he and she

A last side effect of Neuromalous waves

Turned up fifteen fold so that Emma would cave

Was to fix old Bert's brain

To make him quite sane

With the difference that he was now an incest slave

Uncle Bert in this way was no longer deranged

Since his brain paths had been expertly rearranged

He found new release

With his favorite niece

Through a carnal disorder for which he'd exchanged

His own wife had left him, and Jennifer Sue

Had then gotten married and moved somewhere new

He moved in with Emma

To solve the dilemma

Of giving his niece something better to do

For Bert, the T waves formed quite permanent lures

His kisses were Emma's affliction's best cures

The forbidden lovers

Lived life under covers

Ignoring the limits of life's social mores

Both Emma and uncle enjoyed endless pleasure

Orgasmic sensations without count or measure

Of infinite length

And enduring strength

Joining Emma and Bert as each other's best treasure

One lasting reward for this harrowing event

Was the permanence of their high thermal ascent

Their torrid, hot sex

Was in all respects

Forever improved by where their fevers went

To state it succinctly, the lovers would please

Each other with temperatures raised four degrees

Which gives a new name

To the quaint term "love's flame"

And would lead to some fairly well-singed birds and bees

Epilogue

Our government has a thick file of sorts

With interviews, briefings and detailed reports

of such body snatchers

as reach their dispatchers

Who send the black suits there to offer support

"Support," of course, means victims' lifelong detention

In a cell, with full-time psychiatric attention

While the victims, events,

results, and intents

Are hushed up in ways that avoid public mention

The Browns, though, were lucky, and were not so fated

As those awful measures had not been created

The Browns were the first

To be so perverse

But how many since then, well, that's long been debated

And so the Brown's snatchers were met and destroyed

And the Browns had in this way been helped to avoid

A grand body snatch

They escaped, with a catch,

That would make a great headline for any tabloid

The Browns, though, no longer could claim, "We're enslaved",

Or Telefragenic Neuromalously waved

They lived with deep shame

And love lives made tame

By the trysts of a lifetime — that were too depraved

Their forbidden fruit had been tasted, then tossed

To the side, thinking such loves are better off lost

They ached for that lay

But kept such lust at bay

The pleasures of incest bore too high a cost

They lived through a nightmarish weeklong of hell

But faced it together, and faced it quite well

The courage they'd show

In bed with a foe

Is what made this tale worth the bother to tell

And now the poor family is quite deranged

Their sex lives have been cosmically rearranged

The failed pod invasion

Has caused a sensation

With terrestrial love lives galactically changed

Each one of us lives in a sexual cage

That limits our pleasures to one single page

Of an expansive list

Of whom one can kiss

Determined by caste, sex, relation and age

Everyone lives as society's slave

Protecting the secret of something they crave

A fetish or kink

Unless one could think

With a Telefragenic Neuromalous wave

So the next time you find yourself trolling in bars,

And looking for love as if shopping for cars,

It's a far better course,

Than an alien force

That could make you look up and thank your lucky stars!

She put the papers down. She put the papers down. Her calm smile and beaming eyes told him that she had liked it. The papers were soon neatly tucked into her handbag. She'd make sure that the world saw them. She'd see to it that someone, somewhere knew their story. She'd see to it that people were properly warned.

For the moment, that was unimportant. He looked at the box, wondering what to do next, and how the story would continue.

If you think that this story's in any way true,

Or want this to happen to your family and you

Turn off your computer

Put down that six-shooter

And go out and find something better to do...

A writer must conjure, contrive and emote

Express and then stress about each word he wrote

Since he took the time

To make these lines rhyme

The least you could do is to bother to vote

The tale I've laboriously written is through

I have, for myself, only one thing to do

The last task that's mine

Is to write one last line,

From the Browns and I, if I may, "

Merci beaucoup!

"