Finally, it was over, the pleasure ebbing away gradually, like waves of warm water receding slowly from the beach. Sighing with contentment, I turned to Josh and looked into his beautiful, inhuman eyes.
“Thank you,” I whispered and kissed him on the cheek. He growled softly and nuzzled me back and for a time we were silent and still.
I thought it was over then, thought for sure he would fall asleep for a moment and then turn back into the Josh I knew and loved. I would have to pull down my blouse and skirt and make up some hasty excuse about why I was lying half-naked under the stars with him. Maybe I could say I got too hot and had to cool down? It seemed far-fetched, but he had been willing to swallow my other lame excuses earlier, so maybe he would accept that one too.
But none of that happened this time. Instead of falling asleep and waking up in his right mind, Josh started kissing me again—long, slow, hot kisses that seemed designed to wake my body from its satisfied slumber and build the fire between my legs to a fever pitch once more.
I was content to let it happen again—after all, Josh didn’t know what he was doing, and he was too strong for me to stop him. Also, we had already done this several times. There was no point in getting upset about it now, I told myself practically. But this time his kisses didn’t stop at my breasts. Instead, his hot mouth continued down my trembling abdomen, his tongue circling my belly button as he moved farther south.
When my stunned brain finally informed me of what he was about to do, it was too late to stop him.
“Josh, no!” I gasped frantically, upset all over again at the new intimacy he was insisting on. But though I tried to shut my thighs and pushed at his head with both hands, the Beast was simply too strong for me. He didn’t hurt me, but his hands on my knees were firm and demanding. He parted them inexorably, opening me again, this time for his tongue instead of his fingers.
“Josh,” I begged softly as he spread my legs and began to lick my inner thighs. “Please, Josh, this isn’t right. We shouldn’t do this—shouldn’t go this far!”
I still had both hands on his head, but the small pressure I could exert seemed to have no effect on him at all. I was already very wet from the way he had fingered me earlier and he took his time, cleaning my juices from my inner thighs before he moved on to my pussy.
I tensed in horrified anticipation as his hot breath blew against my vulnerable cunt. God, was I really going to do this? Was I really going to lie here with my legs spread and let him go down on me and lick my pussy?
But what choice do I have?
His warm, wet tongue bathed my outer cunt lips.
What can I do but submit?
I couldn’t think of anything—maybe because the pleasurable haze was back, the feeling that anything he wanted to do to me was all right, and I should just let him have his way. I wasn’t sure if it was the effects of the truth plant or my own subconscious rationalizing the situation, but either way the results were the same.
My fingers were still buried in Josh’s thick, black hair, but I stopped trying to push him away and caressed him instead. My thighs, which I had kept so tense and tight, relaxed as I stopped fighting to close them and opened to welcome him. Worst or perhaps best of all, I let one of my hands trail from his head, down to the place between my thighs he was so focused on.
“All right,” I whispered, having a hard time getting the words out. “All right, I give in, Josh. Go ahead and do it. Go ahead and taste me.”
As a final gesture of submission, I parted my pussy lips myself, spreading them wide with my middle and index fingers to reveal my slippery inner cunt for him.
Josh looked up at me, his inhuman eyes flashing with dangerous lust. Then he ducked his head and I felt the hot, wet slide of his tongue against my most secret spot. I gasped, pleasure swallowing me whole as Josh did his best to taste all of me. Again and then again he licked me, flattening his tongue to cover my entire pussy, as though he were eating the best and creamiest ice cream in the world and couldn’t bear to miss a single drop.
I had meant to simply lie there and submit, to let the Beast do what it wanted with me without actually entering into the act myself. But to my intense shame, I found I was unable to simply lie still and take it. Against my will, I found myself moaning and calling Josh’s name as he lapped and sucked my open cunt. When his big hands scooped up my ass to lift me higher, I’m ashamed to say I spread my thighs even wider and welcomed him deep into my pussy as he tongue-fucked me ruthlessly over and over again.
“Josh!” I begged, pulling his hair and grinding my pussy against his seeking mouth. “Josh, God, yes. Make me come again—
please
make me come!”
As though the Beast had somehow understood my request, he lowered me and replaced his tongue with his fingers. Then he sucked my clit and lashed it mercilessly with the tip of his tongue as two long, strong fingers fucked up into me.
The intense sensation against my already tender and oversensitized clit as well as his thick fingers filling my cunt was too much. I felt a second, more intense orgasm washing over me, and I went with it willingly, giving myself to the pleasure—giving myself to Josh—without reserve.
I came hard, my back arching, and Josh stayed with me, his tongue still lashing my clit and his fingers still pumping inside me as I lost control. I moaned his name shamelessly, pressing hard against his face, my thighs clamped around his head as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure drowned me.
At last the pleasure began to ebb, and my quivering muscles relaxed. Josh seemed to feel it too because he gently extricated himself from between my legs and pulled me close to him. I went willingly, almost bonelessly, so weak from the intense orgasm I couldn’t have fought him if I wanted to. But it seemed all he wanted was to hold me and stroke my breasts some more—a familiarity I was more than willing to allow.
As I lay looking up at the stars with Josh gently plucking my nipples, I tried to understand what was happening to me. But my brain still seemed clouded with pleasure—it was hard to think. Hard to even remember why what we had just done was wrong. I felt like a leaf on the tide, being carried away and unable to steer or stop or change direction. It was as though Josh and I were moving faster and faster toward the edge of a cliff, and I was powerless to keep us from falling over it.
Or maybe I just didn’t want to stop. Maybe I wanted to fall recklessly over that dangerous cliff into a relationship that was as sweet as it was forbidden. I didn’t know, and I was too tired to figure it out.
Still trying to understand, I fell asleep nestled in Josh’s arms with the comforting feeling of him stroking my naked breasts.
Chapter Eight
“Wake up, sleepyhead. Time to rise and shine.” Josh’s deep voice brought me out of a troubled dream I couldn’t quite remember.
“Hmm?” I rubbed my eyes and looked up to see my stepbrother bending over me with a spatula in his hand. Were we having more pancakes?
“Scrambled eggs this morning,” he announced, answering my unspoken question.
“Sounds great,” I mumbled. Looking around, I saw that I was inside the tent. “Hey…” I frowned. “How did I get here? I thought we slept under the stars last night.”
“You did. I found you out on the sleeping bag this morning and carried you into the tent.” He shook his head. “I know you like to look at the stars, but I wish you’d be more careful, Cass. The camp perimeters won’t keep everything out. It’s better if we stick together at night.”
“But—” I stopped myself abruptly, clamping my lips shut. Clearly his memory had been edited by the truth serum, just as it had previously. So the time we spent together—the things we had done together—were completely buried somewhere in his subconscious.
“But nothing, Cassie.” He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand. “I worry about you. Come on out and have breakfast, okay?”
“Okay.” I sighed and stretched. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Great.” He grinned. “Don’t let my fabulous eggs get cold.”
Since I knew he was just rehydrating them from a mix, I made a face. “Wouldn’t want that, would we?”
“Nope.” Still grinning, Josh scooted out the tent flap and went back to his cooking.
I took a quick ion shower with my portable kit—not as nice as water, but I wasn’t up to braving the frigid stream that morning—and then looked around for something to wear. I started to put on a bra, blouse, and long pants…and then stopped. What if the Beast came out to play again? I had nearly lost my last bra to him the night before, and I was running low on panties too. If I wanted to have anything decent left to wear when we got back to Earth, I needed to think about conserving my resources.
Well, isn’t that a nice, scientific way to say you’re planning to go around with no bra and panties on under your clothes? remarked my snarky little inner voice.
“Shut up,” I muttered fiercely. “What else am I supposed to do? I have to be ready in case…” In case the Beast took over Josh again. In case the truth plant’s toxin still wasn’t all the way out of his system. It was awful but true.
Sighing, I decided I had probably better not wear the long pants I’d picked out. I needed clothes with quick, easy access so I could give my Josh what he needed right away and not lose any more outfits to the Beast’s lust.
Reluctantly, I picked out a white, Henley-type top with a scoop neck. It was stretchy and could be pulled up or down easily to bare my breasts. Unfortunately, it also clung to them, outlining their full curves and showing the pink points of my nipples clearly through the thin fabric. Ever since my new development, I had never gone without a bra. Now I felt naked without one, but there was no helping the situation—I had to be practical and do what was best even if it felt uncomfortable.
Finding the right skirt to go with my blouse was even worse. I wanted something short, with easy access to my pussy without being too obvious about it. Finally I chose a tight cotton mini with a slit up the side. In a pinch, I could shift the skirt around so the slit was in the front, baring myself quickly to Josh.
Then satisfied that I was ready for the Beast’s next appearance, I stepped out of the tent and went to breakfast.
I saw Josh giving me strange looks as we ate our eggs and drank instant coffee, and I knew he was probably wondering about the way I was dressed. Earlier he had complained that my tops were too tight and my skirts were too short—surely the outfit I had put on today exemplified that. I was sorry if it bothered him, but what else could I do? Even though he didn’t know it, I was dressed this way for
his
benefit.
We ate in silence but finally, near the end of the meal, he cleared his throat. “Uh, Cassandra?”
Uh-oh, when he used the long version of my first name I knew something serious was coming.
“Yes?” I looked up at him, trying to smile.
“I, uh, can’t help but notice you’re not…” He flickered his gaze from my face to my full breasts, clearly outlined by the tight white top. “You don’t seem to be wearing a bra.”
“I only brought two because I thought this would be a short mission,” I said. “One of them got, uh, damaged beyond repair and the other one is…is lost. Sorry.”
“Oh. Okay.” He looked down at his plate again as though thinking what to say. “Could you maybe…not wear such tight shirts then?” he asked at last.
Feeling defensive, I frowned. “I can’t help that, Josh. According to you
all
my shirts are tight. Besides, it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”
He winced, and I felt instantly bad for being so snappish. After all, the conscious part of his mind had no idea of what was going on between us.
“I’m sorry,” I said in a more subdued tone. “I know my body, um, bothers you. But I don’t have many options right now, clothing-wise.” That, at least, was true.
“Okay.” He put down his plate and rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m sorry too. It’s just…I shouldn’t be looking at you this way. And some of the dreams I’ve been having…”
“What dreams?” I said eagerly. Could it be that his subconscious was trying to tell him what we’d been doing while the Beast was out?
But Josh only shook his head. “They’re just…they’re not dreams I ought to be having about you, of all people. That’s all.”
“I’m sorry, Josh,” I said again, helplessly. “I know the way I look now is different, and it makes it hard on you.” Then I had an idea. “Maybe…maybe if you can get used to it, it won’t bother you so much.”
He frowned warily. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, go ahead and stare if you want.” Though it made me blush, I sat up straight and pushed out my chest. My full breasts swayed slightly with the motion, and I could feel my nipples going instantly erect under the thin, stretchy material of my top.
“God, Cass…” Josh groaned softly. But his gaze was fixed on my breasts, as though he couldn’t look away.
“Good.” Not sure what I was doing, I put down my plate and stood, keeping my chest in his line of sight. “See, it’s not so bad.”
“I guess not.” Josh still sounded doubtful.
“Of course not.” Slowly, I approached him. He was sitting in a low camp chair, which meant when I got right up to him, his face was just about at the level of my chest. I put my breasts right in front of his eyes, and my nipples tightened even more under his intense scrutiny. “Do you like them, Josh?” I asked softly. “Do you like my breasts?”
“I can’t help it,” he said hoarsely. “God help me, Cass, I try but I can’t.”
“It’s all right.” I still wasn’t sure what I was doing or why I was doing it, but it felt
right
. Maybe it was the lingering effects of the small dose of truth serum I had received that were making me bold. Or maybe I just remembered the rough yet gentle way he’d pinched and sucked my nipples the night before and I missed it. For whatever reason, I reached down to take his hands, which were lying limply on his thighs. Then I brought them up to cup my breasts through the thin white shirt, nestling them firmly in his palms.
For a long, breathless moment we stayed like that. I could feel the warmth of Josh’s hands though my blouse, the slight roughness of his palms against my sensitive nipples. It felt so good it made me wish I’d had the nerve to push up my blouse and lay my naked breasts in his hands instead of just letting him cup me through the shirt.