Alien Romance: Step Alien (Sci-Fi Paranormal Romance) (SciFi Invasion Short Stories) (3 page)

Chapter 4: Blake’s Story

My heart was pounding furiously with a mixture joy, nervousness and confusion.
And as I blow dried my hair, uppermost in my mind were questions about the last ten years.

Where were you all this time?
What the hell happened?
And how did you manage to get away from whoever took you? Were you hurt at all? Were you safe?

I finished getting dressed, my long hair hanging down my back in soft waves, my face dusted with some loose power and my lashes layered with two coats of mascara to accentuate my eyes which were undoubtedly my best features. I knocked on the half open door to Blake’s room and poked my head inside,
“Want a snack?”

And so it was that when my parents came home from work less than an hour later they were arrested by the sight of Blake and I calmly snacking on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while we swapped childhood memories. It broke my heart to tell him about Sparkles’ death a few years ago.

“How did it happen?” he asked looking choked up.

“Old age, he just went to sleep one day and never woke up.”

“Poor Sparkles.” He mourned.

By an unspoken agreement we had decided to put off discussing the last ten years.

Mom and Dad recognized Blake instantly. She uttered just his name before she began to crumple in a faint but Daddy caught her in time and helped her to one of the chairs around the breakfast table. But Mom sprang up and hugged Blake close to heart covering his face with dozens of kisses crying and laughing at the same time. He stood so tall she had to stand on her tiptoes and she kept exclaiming,

“My handsome son, my darling handsome son, you’re home at last.”

Dad, who had always been less expressive just thumped him in the back and said gruffly, “Its good to see you son.”

But I saw him wipe away tears when he thought nobody would notice. Once all the hugs and tears were out of the way, Mom and Dad rounded on Blake with all the questions going through my own head.

Blake sat quietly for a few moments and I could tell he was trying to compose his thoughts. Whatever had happened in his life in the last decade obviously conjured very painful memories. Then he cleared his throat and began to speak, his voice low and sad as he related the events of the fateful day simply and concisely. 

“I was walking to school that morning, and I was running late so I took that shortcut through the parking lot behind the deserted garage.” He threw my parents an apologetic look, “I know you guys forbade us to ever go that way but I was running late and I didn’t think it would matte
r,
it was barely two minutes
,
but I guess it was long enough.”

Mom stifled a cry with her hand and shook her head.

Getting up from his chair to give her a hug Blake continued with his story,

“I was almost across the parking lot when a car pulled in to the lot, I hadn’t noticed it before, a man and a woman were sitting in the front. The woman waved at me and rolled down her windows. It looked like she wanted to ask me something so I stopped walking. She stepped out of the car and walked towards me and asked a question while pointing at something on the map. She spoke a different language so I couldn’t understand her properly and I looked at the map instead.”

“What was she pointing at?” I interrupted knowing that it didn’t matter but I felt curious.

Blake looked embarrassed at the question
.
“I don’t know what she was pointing at because the next thing I knew I was lying in the backseat of their car bound and gagged. While I was busy with the woman, the man crept up behind me, hit me over the head and I passed out.”

“What happened next?”

“We drove around for a few days, sleeping in trailer parks, one of them always watched me and they kept me tied up all the time. They told me if I tried anything fishy they would shoot me and dump my body where nobody would ever find me.”

“Is that why you never tried to escape?” I interrupted again.

He nodded, “Yes and also because I couldn’t remember anything.”

“What do you mean you couldn’t remember anything?” This time it was Dad who interrupted.

“I discovered much later when they hit me over the head they hit me so hard I suffered from temporary amnesia, I had no recollections of my past at all.”

“So you forgot all about us?” Mom whimpered and started to cry.

“Yes,” he said bluntly, “I had no memories of my anything. So I didn’t even know who or where I should run to. And then we moved to a very remote house on farmland in the middle of a deserted highway and I was kept isolated and almost like a prisoner. When I was almost 20, I ran away. I had managed to save up a little bit of money by stealing from them and I hitchhiked back to a little town. I still didn’t have any memories so I didn’t know where to go. It was only in the last year some of my memories started to come back and now I remember everything. So here I am.”

“But what about when you were living with those people? What are their names? Shouldn’t we report them to the police? Did they hurt you?” The questions tumbled out one after the other but Blake shook his head.

“I don’t want to talk about it if you don’t mind. I don’t want to involve police or the authorities; as for what they put me through, well I’m here now aren’t I? I’m back again with my family, I just want to put the past behind me.”

I was a little disappointed he was so reluctant to share details but he was right, the most important thing was that he was back.

I would discover much later Blake’s version of the events were almost entirely made up and the real reason behind his disappearance had nothing to do with an actual kidnapping.

Chapter 5: Forbidden Fruit

Mom and Dad spent the next 48 hours practically glued to his side; they talked his ear off with stories of the last decade. As for me, I was content to spend those first few days enjoying his presence from a distance.

To be honest, I was terrified of spending time alone with him. I couldn’t ignore or forget how my body had reacted when I had first seen him and I was horribly ashamed to admit my initial sexual attraction towards him didn’t lessen one bit at all. If anything, I could sense those feelings getting stronger and I could swear it was the same way for Blake. Whenever he thought I wasn’t paying attention, I would catch him staring at me with an intense unreadable look in his eyes.

But then one night, as I crept downstairs for a glass of milk, I found Blake sitting by the counter also having some milk. The sight brought a smile to my face and I settled down next to him, taking out a box of oreo cookies, his favorite. Over cookies and milk, the sexual tension I had been suffering from dissipated and it was replaced by the easy camaraderie and friendship we had shared as children. I remembered the closeness we used to share, how we were so wrapped up in each other we lived in a world of our own, knowing every intimate detail of each other’s lives. How much I had missed him!

My eyes suddenly filmed with tears and I brushed them away quickly but Blake saw my tears and brought his chair closer to me.

“Hey…why the tears?”

“I’ve just missed you so much, it’s been hard without you.”

Tenderly he brushed away a lock of hair from my face, curling the thick strands on his index finger.

“I’m sorry Karen,” he said softly, “I’m so sorry and I’ve missed you so much too.
But I’m here now.”

“I know.”

I was suddenly very aware of how close we were sitting, his face just a few inches away from mine. I could see the reflection of my face in his clear blue, green eyes.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful Karen.” He whispered, his breath hot and sensual.

I shivered with desire, the sexual tension flared up again and I was again consumed with an inexplicable desire to rip all my clothes off and allow him to have his way with me. I imagined him running his hands over my body and a tiny sigh escaped my lips. Blake moved his head closer still until his nose was touching mine. It was an oddly erotic and intimate action.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered softly in my ears.

Knowing I was about to cross a very serious line but desperate to feel his lips on mine, I nodded shamelessly, after all he wasn’t really my brother was he?

When his lips met mine, an electric current shot through my body jolting me awake, making me feel more alive than I had ever felt before. All my senses seemed to awaken and my toes curled with desire. His lips were soft and pliable and he tasted like mint. His tongue gently nudged my lips apart and curled itself around mine. I moaned and felt myself sinking into the embrace of his solid arms. He hugged me tightly, almost crushing me against him, my breasts pressed firmly against his muscular chest. He rubbed my neck gently and ran his fingers through my hair. My nipples tightened and I felt myself getting wet. My arms had somehow wrapped themselves around his neck and now I moved them down slowly, running down the length of his back, I slipped my hand under his t-shirt. His skin felt smooth and hard.

“Do you want to go up to my bedroom?” I whispered against his mouth.

He groaned and nodded, “I want to so bad.” He mumbled back.

I told myself going up to my bedroom didn’t necessarily mean we would have to have sex. We could just fool around for a bit. At least that’s how I justified it to myself even though deep down, I knew what I wanted more than anything else was to fuck him. Love or no love. I desired him pure and simple.

We took a step towards the stairs, already anticipating the moment when we could tear off our clothes and make love to each other. But then the door to my parent’s bedroom creaked open, Dad was headed to the bathroom. We stepped away each other guiltily and Blake ducked back into the kitchen while I went up the stairs. I smiled at Dad as he came out of the bathroom, his pyjamas rumpled, his eyes heavy with sleep.

“Just getting some milk Dad.” I explained.

“Mmm…goodnight sweetie.”              

“Goodnight Dad.”

I closed the door to my bedroom and pleasured myself furiously while I imagined Blake’s lips travelling down my body and kissing me everywhere. I came swiftly and fell asleep dreaming about having sex with Blake.

In a weird way
,
the kiss we shared brought us closer together and we began to spend more time together but we were always very careful to avoid any sort of sexual contact. What we had almost done that night had scared the both of us, because even though we really wanted to sleep with each other, we couldn’t just ignore the fact we were technically brother and sister.

That is until Blake revealed his deepest, darkest secret to me.