(Based on a True Story)
"Well, you see, the aliens, they watch us. We're like an experiment."
"What the fook are you going on about?" My younger brother, Sagittenius, asked. He had short blonde hair, cut in a European Mohawk, big muscular build from years of pumping iron. He reached out with his fork, piling more food on his plate. Along the center of the dinner table, there was roasted turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie. "Is this another story of yours?"
I'm the more devilishly dark featured brother at his right: Raven hair, slim build, huge cock.
(((I'm not bragging. It just—who am I to be modest in a story like this?)))
While smacking on a mouthful, I replied, "Aliens. They observe us. And, maybe, now that you mentioned it, I should write one about aliens. I don't think I've ever written one about aliens."
Sagittenius heightened a brow. "All you write is Erotica. And that shit and aliens don't mix. Nobody on that site—"
"Literotica?"
"Whatever the site is," Sagittenius said, "nobodies gonna wanna read that shit, aliens kidnapping us and sodomizing us—"
"Sagittenius! Geminine! We have company," My mother, Fourus, said. She sat at the far end and turned to the girl sitting across from me. "Sorry, Emi."
"It's not a problem, Mrs. Fourus. I have brothers." Emi took a bite of some mashed potatoes. She was an American woman with Japanese descent. She had blonde hair, dark roots. Her chin was pointy, eyes deep-set. "You didn't have to cook all of this for me. Thanksgiving is over two weeks out."
"Oh, hush, dear." Mammy fanned away Emi's kind reply. "We'll have two this year. That's all."
"You really outdid yourself," Emi said. "The food is great."
Mammy flashed a smile. "Why, thank you."
"It's called probing," I blurted to my brother. "But, that's just to scare people. I'm willing to bet they make it quite comfortable."
"You have fantasies about this, don't ya," Sagittenius asked, "getting fondled by balloon-headed aliens?"
"Hey, uh, don't worry about me, worry about your calorie intake, Sasquatch." I looked to our guest, Emi. "I'm a glass half-full type of guy. I think aliens are courteous to our needs, very attractive if I were to guess. Hell, they might even look like us. You know, the whole 'we see them everyday and don't even know.'"
Emi looked to me with a squinted, flirtatious gaze. "If they could blend in so easily, why couldn't they just take over?"
"Maybe they already have and we just don't know it." My eyes drifted to the ceiling in thought. "Or, we could just be animals at a zoo. They visit, walk around... fornicate." I coughed, cleared my throat. "Who knows?"
"First probing and, now, you're talking about having sex with animals?" Sagittenius asked. "What went wrong with you?"
"Humans. Different kind of animal, I guess."
"Animals? Humans are hot." Emi leered across the table at me, licked her full lips.
"Emi, you're buying into his nonsense?" Sagittenius asked.
Emi sliced a piece of turkey on her plate. "Ummm, I don't—"
"Exactly. It's not even worth mentioning." Sagittenius shook his head at me. "G's been watching too much Ancient Aliens."
"Emi," Mammy jumped in, "Gem tells me you're traveling the world for a year. Ummm—what's the term?"
"Couch-surfing," I said.
"Yes. Couch-surfing." Mammy daintily spooned some dressing into her mouth.
"Yes, Mrs. Fourus. You're actually my first stop." Emi drank from her glass of sweet tea. "I met Geminine on the website, and he politely offered me a room aboard for a few days."
"That's ri—" I started to second her, but a loud knock against the floor interrupted me. Everyone looked to Emi.
"Sorry." Emi reached under the table. "There's something in my shoe."
"Kick 'em off. Relax," Mammy said. "Consider this home as long as you're here."
"Aw. Well, thank you, Mrs. Fourus."
"Anyways, you were saying?" Sagittenius asked, directing the topic back to Emi's travel.
"I, ummm, well, I plan to roam the world for a year, jotting down my experiences with different cultures."
"Now that's something I could d—" I cut my sentence short when a tickle crawled up my leg. The table cloth was long and fell to my lap, blocking the view underneath. I could only imagine. I glanced to Emi while picking up where I left off. "Yeah, ummm, I'd love to travel the world too."
"Well, you came to the right place for Thanksgiving." Sagittenius showed Emi a wide white grin. "There's nothing like good ole southern food. Mammy, cooks it with love."
"You can taste the affection. It's quite wonderful," Emi said.
"Well aren't you just a doll. You're such a respectful young woman." Mammy beamed, but her face quickly soured. She motioned her stained fork to me. "Much better than them uncouth dirty-legs he brings home."
"Mammy, come on..." I could feel Emi's small foot inching up my inner thigh.
Emi pursed her lips together. She slightly slouched in her chair, stretched her leg further.
"You want to talk alien," Mammy said. "Manners are alien. Chivalry? Alien. Common decency—"
"Okay, mammy, we get it," Sagittenius said. "The world is not the same anymore. We're clear, crystal."
I glanced down as Emi's foot crept out from under the cloth. My cock flinched, hardened. The contour in my jeans expanded down my right thigh. I took a moment to admire her Snoopy cartoon socks. I smiled.
(((Don't judge me. I dig Snoopy.)))
Emi pressed her toes against my crotch. She looked around the room, but nobody was paying any attention—too concerned with the food in front of their faces. She bit her bottom lip, worked her foot up and down my length.
I grabbed underneath my seat, scooted closer. The legs thudded against the wood floor.
Sagittenius shot me a crazy eye. "What the hell are you doing?"