Alien Romance: Step Alien (Sci-Fi Paranormal Romance) (SciFi Invasion Short Stories) (2 page)

Chapter 2: A Mysterious Disappearance

One day he was home, teasing me about boys, helping Daddy with the yard work and complimenting Mommy on her cooking and the very next day he was gone.

Disappeared.

Vanishing into thin air like a wisp of smoke as suddenly and mysteriously as he had first appeared.

My parents called all his friends but nobody had seen him or heard from him all day. In fact they soon came to know he hadn’t been at school either. Frantic with worry, they called the police
.
Search parties were quickly organized and the surrounding areas were scoured with a fine toothcomb but nothing could be found. Not a clue, not a hint, absolutely no sign of Blake. It was as if he had never existed. Everyone feared he had been kidnapped.

My parents spent every waking moment either glued to the phone or running to the front door in the hopes that someone would call or leave a note asking for a ransom. But no such call ever came. After days and weeks of searching, the police arrived at the conclusion Blake must have been kidnapped by the same people who had left him at our doorstep to begin with.

My parents were inconsolable with grief at his loss…their beloved son. As for me…I think I was shell shocked. I felt as though someone had ripped out my heart, torn it in half and ran off with it. I felt incomplete without my brother and best friend.

I lay awake for hours at night concentrating all my attention on Blake and calling out to him in my head. Growing up, our connection to each other had been so strong we often had the uncanny ability to almost read each other’s thoughts. I clung to the belief that somehow he would be able to sense what I was asking the way he used to.

“
Where are you Blake?
”

“
Please come home now Blake, we miss you so much.
”

“
Are you hurt? Are you unwell?
”

But he never answered my pleas. It all felt like such a cruel joke I kept waiting for him to walk through the doors at any minute and say haha gotcha! I kept this hope alive for endless weeks and months until I was forced to face the fact he would never be returned to us.

The police officers told us bluntly that after such a long period of time, it was highly unlikely they would find any trace of him. In fact
.
chances were high he was no longer with us at all. But still we had hope, I felt certain that had Blake died somehow, my heart would have sensed it and known. I think Mommy and Daddy felt the same way because we talked about him all the time in the present tense and discussed plans for the future like family vacations with Blake in mind.

But then one day, we stopped and I knew they had reached the point where all hope had died. They no longer expected him to ever be returned to us. I too stopped watching the door or jumping at every phone call thinking it was him.

In the months and years which followed, I grew up from the sheltered, naïve little girl who believed life was filled with magic and fairies into a thoughtful, grounded teenager who had tasted and lived through life’s most bitter sorrow and pain.

Little did I know then
,
this tragedy in my life was shaping me for my future. It was preparing me for the role I would eventually play where my courage would be tested on a daily basis, where my kindness and strength would be essential to the survival of the human race.

I may have stopped hoping Blake would one day return but I never forgot about him and found myself thinking about him often.

One of my favorite past times was to imagine what he may look, I pictured him as a thin man of medium height with pale blond hair and very fair skin. The way he looked like as a child except in a grown up body. I could not have been more wrong.

A decade was to go by before I lay my eyes on him again.

Chapter 3: Reunion

I had just celebrated my 19
th
birthday, it had been a quiet gathering with some of my close friends unlike my 18
th
birthday when my parents had thrown me a lavish surprise party. So there I was a fresh faced 19 year old girl, spending my last official summer at home before moving away to college in the fall. And so far it was turning out to be a less than stellar summer break, one clouded in miserable shades of blue.

I was stuck in a dead end job I hated at the local burger joint while most of my friends were off travelling and having adventures and I had just been dumped by my boyfriend of four months in favor of the school slut because rumor had it she would spread her legs for just about anyone.

And to make matters worse, the weather was unrelentingly hot, hot, hot. I went to bed each night desperately hoping for rain and cool winds but woke up every morning to dry, muggy weather, my skin slick and warm with sweat. All in all it wasn’t a very promising start the summer. And then everything changed.

I came home one afternoon, every bone in my body tired and aching, the strands of my thick hair and the pores of my skin smelling like fried burgers and fries. The very first thing I did was to peel off all my clothes and jump into a scalding hot shower. I dallied over the pleasure of lathering my hair and body with delicious vanilla scented soap and shampoo. When I had scrubbed my body clean I turned the shower off and had just finished swathing my body with a fluffy towel when the front door bell chimed.

I turned back to the mirror and continued drying my body determined to ignore who ever it was when I suddenly remembered I was waiting for a package to arrive that day. I looked at myself in the mirror again trying to decide if I had enough time to throw on some clothes but the bell rang again.

“Fuck!” I grunted out loud, I had no choice but to answer the door right away, towel or no towel. I hurried down the stairs and saw the vague outline of a tall shadow standing on our porch.

“I’m here, I’m here.” I yelled out loud hoping the delivery man would hear me and wouldn’t leave. Rushing to the door I threw it open and started to greet the person standing in front of me but the words died in my throat and I gasped in shock and admiration instead.

Never before had I seen such a beautiful looking man. My eyes travelled shamelessly down the length of his body; he was tall.
Very tall.

Almost 6 feet 7 inches. And his body bulged with strong, rippling muscles from the broad shoulders down to his powerful looking legs. He had a narrow waist, which I had always found extremely sexy in a man and looked cool as a cucumber dressed in a white t-shirt, dark jeans and black boots.

As I studied his body, my own reacted in an odd way, I felt my vagina contract with desire. My skin felt hot and flushed and it wasn’t from the steaming shower I had just enjoyed. My stomach bubbled with excitement and my nipples hardened and tingled in anticipation of something. 

I lifted my gaze and looked at his face, suddenly feeling ashamed of the overtly sexual way in which I had checked him out but to my surprise he was studying me just as intensely. The expression in his brilliant blue eyes was a mixture of awe and amusement.

As we continued to stare at each other, I saw his eyes dip a little lower, focusing on my cleavage. Following the direction of his gaze, I saw the knot on my towel had come undone and it was now hanging loosely around my body giving him a full view of one tanned breast and a hard, rosy nipple.

Wordlessly, I shifted the towel and tightened the knot so it covered me more fully but deep down I was itching to yank it off and lay myself bare. When I looked back up
,
his eyes were no longer amused, they were staring back at me with an unsettling intensity, drinking me in hungrily and I recognized the look in his eyes for what it was because it mirrored my own tumultuous emotions. 

We were both horny as fuck.

I swallowed hard several times to get myself under control because I couldn’t exactly jump him and drag him off to bed no matter how much I wanted to.

Or could I?

The rapid and disturbing thoughts flowing through my brain was shocking. I was a virgin and proud to be one. Sex wasn’t something I was overly interested in so this sudden sexual hunger I was experiencing startled and confused me. What was even more shocking was that I actually debated letting my towel drop to the floor just to see what would transpire.

Judging from the way the clear blue green eyes were staring at me I was fairly certain the handsome stranger would jump at the change to ravish me right then and there.

It was only at then I suddenly realized there was something familiar about him.

I know him from somewhere, I thought to myself, but where?

Those eye
s,
the
y’re
clear blu
e,
what was it about them. I studied his features more closely, the chiseled jaw, the patrician nose, the smooth, high forehead, the soft wavy blond hair, that smile…and then everything clicked all at once in my brain. The hair was darker, the physical build was completely different but those eyes and the warm smile were still the same.

The blood fled from my face and I croaked out in a strangled whisper, unable to believe I was uttering these words,

“Oh my god, Blake?”

“Karen?” he asked with a hint of doubt in his deep, slightly foreign voice.

“Yes, yes, YES!” I screeched with joy, I wanted to leap into his arms but the towel held me back, “It’s me!! Oh my God! Blake!” I knew I probably sounded hysterical but I couldn’t believe my eyes.

He looked me up and down again and whistled in appreciation
.
“Well you’ve certainly grown up.”

I blushed at the compliment. I definitely wasn’t the stick thin, flat chest girl with the pigtails from our younger years. I knew I had rounded out in all the right places with a tiny waist, long, athletic legs and large, supple breasts. I couldn’t help but feel pleased he found me so attractive. And was immediately ashamed of myself.

That’s your brother. The logical part of my brain whispered cautiously. Only an adoptive brother, argued my raging hormones.

“What’s a guy have to do for a hug around here?” he asked wryly, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Deliberately pushing away my disturbing thoughts, I smiled widely and moved in to his waiting arms to accept his hug.

He pressed me close to him, crushing my soft breasts against his muscular chest. A shiver of desire shot up my spine and my nipples hardened once more. As I moved away from his arms, my hand accidentally grazed him just below the hip and my face turned crimson. It was clear I wasn’t the only horny one. He pretended not to notice while I quickly changed the subject
.

“I can’t believe how different you look!” I exclaimed.

“I know, not the skinny little kid anymore am I.” he replied while he grabbed the duffel bag he had dropped by the front door.

“I was hoping to stay for a few days,” he explained, “if that’s okay with Mom and Dad of course, I know I can’t just drop into your lives and….” His voice trailed off.

“Okay with it?! Are you kidding me? They’ll be over the moon with joy!” At the thought of Mom and Dad all sexual thoughts fled from my head and I ushered him inside, eager for our parents to come home to this amazing surprise.

“Listen, you can go up to your old room and get settled in while I go put on some clothes okay?”

He nodded and started to head for the stairs
.

“Karen?” he turned around and looked at me.

“Yes?”

“It’s good to see you and be home again.” He said simply. Our eyes connected and something indefinable seemed to flow between us just like all those years ago when we had first seen each other as children. It felt like our souls had connected again, that our hearts had found the missing pieces.

Of course
,
it would take me many years to realize just how strong a connection we had and how deeply intertwined our lives were. I grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and dashed up the stairs myself to get dressed.