Saved by Sweet Alien Box Set (31 page)

 I open my eyes and see pitch darkness.

What a weird dream.

My g-string is all wet and sticky.  I pull it off and toss
it to the floor. 

I push my sheet away and let my body cool down bit by bit.

What does the dream mean?

I’ve never believed in any dreams.  But this time, I’m
thinking maybe it means something is going to happen soon.

Does that mean Duncan is going to fuck me one day?  Wow…,
my body is heating up again. 

Oops, not good.

I bite my lower lip and think again. 

What does that mean for Zoe?

Yeah, right, she screwed up everything at the critical
moment. 

Why the heck she didn’t appear a few minutes later?  Or
better yet, disappear completely?

That way, I would have had a good time with Duncan.

Gosh, maybe that means she’s going to get between me and
Duncan and in the end, taking Duncan away from me?

I can’t think further.  This is so awful.

Maybe my dream means the opposite?  I mean she gets close
to Duncan first and then I come to grab Duncan?

Sophia, keep dreaming…

Yeah, the reality is, Duncan pays zero attention to me.  I
bet he rolled his eyes at Zoe—if that was real as claimed by Zoe.   

Zoe is so pretty.  Also, she has big and firm C cups.  That
makes her an easy winner.  She’s going to leave me in the dust miles away when
competing for that badass hottie.

The heck.  Whatever.  I need some sleep now.

Unfortunately, I can’t get any.  Each time I’m falling
asleep, Duncan and Zoe appear again.

Goddamn it.  This is
not fair
.  Why won’t these two
silly assholes let me sleep?

“Sophia…” Dad is knocking at the door.  “Time to get up.”

I force my eyes open and see soft morning sunshine peeking
through my window shutters.

“Okay…” I sit up and wipe my sleep off my eyes.

I look at the clock.  7:50.  Good.

I rush to the bathroom to take a quick shower. 

Hot water runs down my body.    I close my eyes to enjoy
the soft massage.  Slowly, my hands rise to touch my boobs, rubbing them in
circles.

Gosh, I feel so good.  This reminds me of the dream.  My
boobs felt just like this.

My hands circles fast, my fingers cut in. 

Oh, boy, it feels incredible.

I gasp lightly, hands sliding down to reach for my
tingling pussy.

My legs spread automatically, waiting for my hands to
come.

My right hand touches the slit first.  It rubs the lips
softly.

Gosh, this is absolutely incredible. 

Suddenly, my middle finger slides into the hole.  It fucks
in about one or two inches.

I moan.

“Duncan… Oh, Duncan…” I moan.

My finger moves faster and faster.  It fucks in deep.

Soon, two more fingers join.

My left hand turns the shower knob, letting the steaming
hot water rush over my body.

This is exactly what I felt in my dream.  Oh, yeah, it’s
more than that because in my dream, Duncan didn’t have a chance to fuck me yet.

My moaning turns into gasping.  A big orgasm is about to
come.  I’m sure it’s coming.  The first one in my whole life.

Oh, God, please, let it come.  Let it seize my body and
make me scream…

“Sophia, we’re going to be late.”

I pull my fingers out, take a deep breath, and then yell,
“Coming…”

My first orgasm is doomed.

Again.

I step out of the shower, dripping all over.

I use a towel to dry my body quickly, looking into the
mirror.

Gosh, I’m still surprised even though I was prepared.  I
have big panda eyes.  My cheeks are all pale.  My lips are so dry.

But I have no time to apply my makeup thoroughly. 

Forget about the smoky eyes.
  I figure.

I spend about thirty seconds applying my foundation, and
then another minute to finish up.

I make a face to the funny looking girl in the mirror, put
on my clothes, and then rush downstairs.

“Sorry, Dad.” I put up a smile.

“It’s okay.  Let’s eat.”

It’s a big breakfast. We have scrambled eggs, bacon, hot
coffee, and many other goodies.  But we don’t have the time to enjoy it. 

Dad swallows fast while looking at the clock on the wall
all the time. 

I finish my breakfast in about two minutes and then stand
up.

“Please guve me one muure minute.” I feel so sorry for
talking with food in my mouth.  Unfortunately, I have to rush.

I run upstairs, apply a bit more lipstick, and then  grab
my bag.  

I run downstairs and step into my Ugg boots.

“Let’s go.” I smile.

“Sorry to rush you, Sophia.”  Dad leads the way to the
garage.

“It’s okay, Dad.  Hopefully, we’re not late.”

“We shouldn’t be.”  Dad starts the car.

We stop at a small park.  This is our favorite place to
take a walk.   There are thick threes around.  So we can enjoy our peace
without being disturbed.

“Want a coffee or something?” Dad smiles at me.

“I’m okay.  You?” I love the latte at the nearby Starbucks
but I feel guilty to have another big coffee right after my breakfast.

“I’m okay, too.”  Dad takes a quick look at the
Starbucks.  I know he wants something.

“Why don’t you go and get something you like?”

“You know, Nancy…” Daddy’s smile is so happy.

I’m sure this is one of the no-no items on Nancy’s long list
for Dad.

“You guys are doing okay?”

“Wonderful.” Dad grins, leading the way to the park.

There is no one around.  We sit down at a large BBQ
table. 

“We’re too early, Dad.”

“They’re going to show up at any moment.”

“They?”  I’m a bit surprised.

Isn’t Nancy the only one we’re going to meet?

“Sorry, Sophia, I forgot to mention that Nancy’s picking
up her son from his dad.”

“You mean she has a son who lives with her ex-husband?”

“Right.”

“Oh.” 

Oh, boy, things are getting interesting.  Nancy is
bringing her son to meet us.  What does that mean?  I have no idea.  But this
does mean that the relationship is going pretty well and they want the kids to
meet.

“He’s about your age.”

“Right?” I’m not surprise at all.  Yeah, a single mother
about my dad’s age.  So, she has a son about my age.  No biggie. 

Oh, wait.  Did Dad say that Nancy is picking up her son
from her ex?  Yes, he said.  So… that means the son is living with the father,
not her.

It’s kind of odd, isn’t it?  A boy chose to live with the
father, not the mother.  I would have chosen to live with my mom had she been
alive.

Nope.  Mom and Dad wouldn’t have divorced, right?

The whole thing feels so weird.  Anyway, I hope that the
son is not too boring.  I mean, not like the A-students in our school.

We chit-chat for a while but there is no Nancy.

“Dad, are you sure they are going to come this early?”

“Yup.”

I check my cellphone.  “See, we’ve been here for fifteen
minutes.”

“I guess she was delayed by her son.”

I almost giggle. 

Right, delayed by her son, huh?  Does a son have to spend
long time deciding what to wear or to perfect his makeup?  This son must be a
nerd ass.

Now I really feel sorry for getting up so early. 

I begin to play a game I downloaded a couple days ago.

“They’re coming.” Dad stands up.

“Give me a sec.” I’m winning.  There is no way I will stop
my game.

“Sophia, please, hurry up.”

“I said give me a sec.” My fingers move faster.

“Good morning, Sophia. How are you?”

Oops.  She is right behind me now.

I toss my cell back into my handbag and stand up.

“Moring.” I turn and smile.

“Please meet my son, Duncan.” She turns back and calls,
“Hurry up please, Duncan.”

What?  Her nerd ass son is also called Duncan? 
Interesting. 

I try to hide my smirk.

A few moments later, her Duncan appears from behind the trees,
walking our way down the small lane.

I freeze.

God.  It’s
that
Duncan.

“Sophia, this is my son, Duncan.  Duncan, this is Sophia,
Dave’s daughter.” Nancy smiles at us.

“Hi…  How are you today, Duncan?” I smile lightly.  My
facial muscles are too tight for a real smile.

He rolls his eyes at me and drops his butt on the bench
beside me.

“You guys… know each other?” Nancy looks at me and then
her son.

“Yeah,” I say.

“No,” Duncan stretches his legs, folding his arms on his
chest.

We all sit down.

Duncan is not looking at me at all.  He leans back, making
himself comfortable.  

Boy, I never thought I would have a chance to sit so close
to Duncan. 

He is only a few inches away from me.   I can feel his
body heat.  I can smell him.  I can hear his breath. 

Gosh, my cheeks are burning.  There is no way to hide my
blush.

I try so hard not to look at him but my eyes peek at him
automatically.  I can turn them away.

“Dave, can you please tell the kids?” Nancy smiles at Dad.

Dad clears his throat a few times and then says, “Okay, I
apologize for not letting you know earlier because we want to keep it a
surprise for you.”

He stops and smiles at me.

I’m crying in my mind,
Oh, no.  Daddy, please.  No
surprise.  Not that magic word.  No way.  Please, don’t…

His lips move again.

I close my eyes. 

God. That’s it.

“Nancy and I are going to get married.  So you’re going to
be step sister and brother soon.  I hope…”

My head turns blank.  I can’t hear anything else Dad is
saying.

Gosh.  How cruel.  I thought today was my lucky day.  I
finally got a chance to meet Duncan.  But now, it’s all over. 

Stepbrother.  Yeah, he is going to be my stepbrother.  We
no longer can have a relationship.  I can’t date him.

God, why me?

I try so hard to hold my tears.

Now Nancy is saying something.   Suddenly, Duncan stands
up to leave.

“Duncan, where are you going?” Nancy stands up.

“Congratulations.” His voice is so loud.  He walks fast
and disappears behind the trees soon.

“Duncan, come back.”  Nancy sounds desperate.

Dad stands up and hugs her.  “He’s only a kid.”

“No, he’s not.” Nancy sobs.

I feel so bad for the way Duncan treated his mom.  I bite my
lower lip and think hard.  Then I run and call, “Duncan.  Please, we need to
talk.”

I see Duncan standing beside the lane right behind the
trees. 

“Duncan, we need to talk.” I try to catch my breath.

A big smirk appears on his face.

“You think you have the privilege, huh?  No fucking way,
Sophia.  Being my stepsister doesn’t give you any right.”

“Duncan, you okay? I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
I gasp, still trying to catch my breath.

“I know what you want.” He stares at me.

“Me?” I look at him. 

He steps over and holds me tight.  His thick lips lock
mine. 

It’s a
long
kiss.  Boy, my blood is now boiling. 

After God knows how long, he lets go of my lips.

“Duncan, oh, please…” I drop my head on his broad chest. 
“I want more.” I murmur.

“You’ve got enough.” With his baritone still rumbling in
my chest, he pushes me off and walks away.  Within seconds, he is out of the
park.

“Duncan…”

He keeps walking.

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