(Note: For those of you prone to pick at details, this is obviously a fantasy. Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen, or the interplanetary equivalent.)
Two years ago, my sister Brenda and I were abducted by aliens. We never said anything about it, because people who claim to have been abducted by aliens are generally regarded as loony, or worse. But the results have been unexpected.
Brenda is two years older than I, and I have to admit she looked pretty hot. She was about five foot six, with shoulder length brown hair that she worestraight, good-sized boobs (34C), a sweet ass, and long toned legs. She wasn't shy about showing off her stuff in front of me, either. Nothing too over the top, mind you, but she'd go from the bathroom to her bedroom in a towel, or exercise in the cellar in a sports bra. It was as if I didn't count. Her younger brother, you know? Even though I was four inches taller and outweighed her by forty or fifty pounds. Anyway, she had come home from college for Thanksgiving, and had been out on a date with some loser who had tried to grope her in the car, and she had hopped out at a stop sign and called me to pick her up, assuming of course that I had nothing better to do on a Friday night.
Unfortunately, she was right. I was a senior in high school, and should have been out on a hot date with a horny cheerleader. But I was at home watching some lame movie when she called. When I asked what had happened, she told me where she was and said, "Just get your ass over here NOW." So, dutiful younger brother that I am, I grabbed my car keys and went to rescue her.
She was waiting on the street corner where she'd jumped out of her date's car, her arms folded over her chest, looking royally pissed. "What took you so long?" she said, as she got in and fastened her seat belt. No 'thanks for picking me up' or 'hope I didn't mess up your plans.' I could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears, she was that angry.
"You want to go home?" I asked.
"Yes, I want to go home," she said, as if that were the stupidest question she had ever heard. I didn't say anything else, just made a right turn and headed for our house. We lived outside the town, which was pretty small, so we were soon on a two-lane road with no streetlights, and no other cars in sight.
After we had driven a while I looked over at her and asked if she wanted to talk about it. "There's nothing to talk about," she said. "The asshole tried to grab my boob as we were riding down Main Street. We hadn't even gotten to the theater. I knew dating a townie was a mistake, but I was SO BORED sitting around the house with Mom and Dad. And you." She apparently had a more interesting social life on and around the campus.
"I would have taken you to a movie," I said. This brought an eyeroll, an "Oh for God's sake!" and a stare out the passenger side window. I guess my offer didn't impress her.
I noticed that the short skirt she was wearing had ridden up, exposing a lot of thigh, and that she probably wasn't wearing a bra under her low-cut halter top. She turned back from the window and saw me checking her out. "What are you looking at?" she said.
"Um, I..."
"You're checking out my body, aren't you? Little perv. Just keep your eyes on the road." She made no effort to pull down her skirt, however. Like I said, little brothers don't count. And it's not like I hadn't seen her legs before. I'd seen their entire length at the beach. But I was a horny eighteen-year-old, and there they were, right next to me. I continued to glance at them as we drove along.
And then, for no reason (at least at the time), the car just stopped. The engine turned off, the lights went out, nothing worked. "What the hell!" Brenda said. "Can't you even drive a car?"
"It just won't work," I said. I turned the ignition key again and again. Nothing.
"Oh, great! The perfect end to a perfect evening. Stuck in the middle of nowhere with you." She got out of the car and stood, leaning on the hood, her arms crossed in front of her chest. She stood like that a lot when she was mad.
I got out and stood by my side of the car. "Hey, don't blame me," I said. "I didn't do anything, and I really didn't feel like spending my night driving you home because you went out with a jerk."
And that's when it happened. A bright, blinding light, a whoosh of air, a tumbling sensation, and the next thing I knew we were in some sort of craft. There was no feeling of motion. We were standing in a pool of light, surrounded by a seemingly impenetrable darkness. "Uh, hello," I shouted.
The darkness slowly dissipated, and I could make out several humanoid figures looking at us through some sort of transparent material. There was a hiss, an opening appeared, and one of the - beings, for lack of a better term, came into our space. It didn't walk, it just moved somehow.
The creature was, as I said, humanoid in shape. It had a head, a torso, and what could be described as either arms or tentacles, but no hands or fingers. Its lower body was kind of undefined, and it was wearing some sort of suit and helmet. I couldn't tell if it had eyes or ears because of the helmet. It came toward us slowly, and Brenda backed away and got behind me. "What the fuck is that?" she said, obviously petrified.
I don't know why, but I didn't sense any danger. Not that I wasn't afraid. I was. But I didn't think these creatures were going to hurt us. "Just stay calm," I said. "Besides, we're kind of at their mercy here."
And then I heard a voice in my head. "We mean you no harm," it said.
"Did you hear that?" said Brenda.
""Yeah. I guess they can communicate, like, telepathically."
"So, what, they can read our minds?"
"I don't know."
"We can - you would say - hear your thoughts."
"What do you want from us?" I said.
"You represent the dominant species on this planet. We seek understanding." The creature raised his appendage and some sort of tool appeared, which he aimed first at me, then at Brenda.
"You are identical genetically but of different gender," the voice in my head said.
