Thank Your Lucky Stars Ch. 04

True to her word, the pretty young nurse returned with his dinner. Lukewarm chicken, sticky rice with ice-cold patches, soggy carrots and thin, sugary tea. Yum. This time, at least, she'd undone another button on the uniform for him. As she leaned forward with the distasteful tray, he received a healthy view of firm, soft flesh, neatly held in place by an invitingly lacy black bra.

So it turned out that she was that sort, exactly that sort. That wasn't a surprise. He was only sixty-four now and, he thought, still very fit, despite his bizarre infirmities. He acted like he was ninety, but he still had the trim and cut of a healthy, middle-aged man, fifty-nine, or even younger. His body was young, even if the mind within it were trapped and warped. His physique could easily appeal to the right sort of woman.

Yet he knew that he had the cut, but not the core. The bizarre dementia — and the shakes — had taken that away. His fantasies were all that were left to him.

He didn't need help eating, despite the damned tremors. At least he was spared that indignity. He was also spared, for the time being, more rhyming games. The nurse seemed repentant, her conscience now bothered by the sinful delight she'd taken in her earlier, childish whimsy.

He knew that wouldn't last. She'd be back for more, if only an occasional, boredom relieving prompt. In all honesty, he didn't really mind. The days were so empty, sometimes even he looked forward to hearing what uproarious words would come out of his own mouth.

Or his hand. He glanced down at one corner of the papers, mischievously, invitingly sticking out from under the blanket. He covertly pulled the blanket up higher, to cover more of his hands, and so his secret writings.

"Are you cold? It's already so hot in here."

"Am I bold? I stuck it in my daughter's rear."

She didn't laugh this time. She blushed and looked away, embarrassed by what he'd said. Was that too much for her, he thought? Or did she like anal sex? Was she nervous and tense because she wanted to take things a step further with him?

Or did she secretly, privately fantasize about being with her own father?

Or all of the above?

He wished, momentarily, that she'd say something more, so he could try to answer those questions, and so that he could enjoy her discomfort for a change. He was curious about what made this cute, little firecracker tick. Why'd she become a nurse? And in a place like this? What turned her on? What sort of noises did she make, or dirty things did she say, as a man pushed her to the brink of being a woman, and beyond?

She remained conspicuously quiet. She didn't even glance at him again before quite silently leaving the room. He mentally shrugged, then went back to reading the sheaf of papers as he thoughtlessly moved the food around on the tray with his fork.

Interlude 4 : Emma Approaches

Emma Lou forlornly gazed at her pet
Well knowing that course would cause her some regret
She'd not sink that low
Although no one would know
She was not quite that desperate, not quite, not yet

There were rousing loud tunes on a radio station,
Helping Emma ignore her imprudent temptation,
To whiz past a cop,
Who'd catch up and stop,
For a quickie in place of a speeding citation

She thought of old lovers at home, just a few,
There was old Sheriff Jake, and that handyman, Lou,
There were Nate, Zed and Frank
Jack, Bob, Bill, Ed and Hank
And quite a few nights getting lessons from Sue

Once, when she was lost, and then waiting too long,
Emma Lou asked directions when a man came along
He said right, left, left, right
While she hoped that he might
Turn her lefts into rights and her rights into wrong

With thoughts just like that slowing down every step,
And in need of some filling to give her some pep,
She dropped to her knees,
To partake as she pleased,
Then got right back up to continue her schlep

It perhaps should be mentioned that part of her schtick
Was when having great sex she got no final kick
Seems as often as she,
Had a lover or three,
She couldn't reach climax by tongue or by prick

Well "couldn't" may be a bit harsh, to be fair,
She might have an orgasm some way, somewhere
She just had to dream,
Of some kinky extreme,
That would push the right buttons to send her to there

In her whole life she'd only come eleven times,
As if being punished for sexual crimes,
Her loves must endeavor,
To go on forever,
Which required strong, passionate studs in their primes

She tried each perversion her warped mind could muster,
Like fucking in chains, or one loud, crowded cluster
She tried it with twins,
She tried holding it in,
She even tried using a flaming dust buster

She'd tried having sex with four girls going down,
By fucking in view of an entire town,
She tried many vices,
And bondage devices,
And sex with cops, priests, nuns, and even a clown

She was sure that, somewhere, some great lover awaits
Who would open the door to those grand, pearly gates
She'd writhe in wild motion,
Unrivaled explosion,
She just had to trust to good luck, and the fates

On her long journey home to her siblings and folks
She considered explaining it all with lame jokes
Unaware at their place
They had problems from space
Which would quell their own horror at cravings for pokes

At the same time, the most alert reader has thought,
That her family, certainly, would be distraught
Ifthey had to tell
Their confessions as well,
Since they'd slept with each other, who are not who they ought

If Emma knew this, her confession she'd smother,
Her father, and sister, and brother, and mother
Had enjoyed a screw,
In fact more than a few,
With not everyone else, but in fact, with each other

She continued on, though, with some pleasant diversions,
Unaware she was racing her family's conversions
Like a religious cult,
But it was the result
Of unspeakable deep interstellar perversions

Emma Lou thought the movies that best entertain
Involved space invaders that suck out your brain
Replaced with a pod
Sent by Emperor Zod
To engage in a plan less than not nearly sane

As Emma drove home through the black of the night
She could hardly have known she'd live her favorite fright
Her family was taken
Their minds were forsaken
And waiting for Emma to come set things right

Intervention: Uncle Bert

"Happy Farms Nursing Home," so the sign read
The place where you finish the life you had led
The good and the bad
The happy and sad
Here dwindles to naught until one wakes up dead

Uncle Bert came to live here at young middle age
Just fifty years old, he'd advanced to the stage
He could not remember
The day of December
When Christmas came, so he was dropped in this cage

Sweet Emma Lou loved her dear Uncle so much
She hated to visit and see him as such
Confused and so sad
The dementia so bad
That he rarely remembered the lives he had touched

For years Bert took Emma Lou, with rod and reel
To a nearby, wide lake just to fish, and to feel
Things they could not express
Feelings grew to excess
'Til disease took Bert's mind, and his effortless zeal

She clung to her memories of dear Uncle Bert
His hip boots, his smile, his torn flannel shirt
Of sunshine and fishing
And rod and reel swishing
So to see him like this was a painful, deep hurt

She'd brought him a pie made with pudding and plum,
And oh so discreetly well-flavored with rum
His favorite treat
Just something to eat
To help him, perhaps, to remember her some

And while she was here she might ward off her curse
With a cute candy striper, or doctor, or nurse
It had been an hour
Since she'd spread her flower
So by now, if she had to, she'd get laid in a hearse

His room had four walls that were mostly just bare
And a window, with curtains, that looked on nowhere
A nightstand and bed,
With a light at its head,
And for infrequent visitors, one little chair

An assortment of true-life things cluttered his room
Mere echoes of times past to ward off the gloom
Old photos and knickknacks,
And trophies and some plaques,
That made it feel homey, and yet like a tomb

Emma Lou didn't notice, obscured in their midst,
Two important items she'd carelessly missed
A device with a rod,
And a too large seedpod,
That would give this brief meeting a delicious twist

"Emma Lou!" was the first thing that he had to say,
Making Emma Lou think this was her lucky day,
After saying her name,
Out "Jenny Sue?" came
Next "Nurse?" then he finished with greetings for Kay

Dear Bert's only daughter was Jennifer Sue,
While Emma's mom Kay was one sister (of two),
Everyone told her,
Though her mom was older,
The three looked like triplets; it really was true

So it was no surprise that he'd confused them all
Though her mom's tits were bigger, and Jenny was tall
Still it had made her grin,
That when she had come in,
Her name was the first one that he could recall

"Are you the blue squid man?" he asked with confusion
Going off in some world of dementia delusion
She shook her head sadly
That he'd sunk so badly
Into such a deep funk of synaptic diffusion

She set down his pie then she sat in his lap,
To hold him and hug him, and tear up like a sap,
She remembered him fishing
Then sat there just wishing
That for just one short day he'd escape from his trap

He nuzzled her neck, saying, "Nurse, you smell good…"
While Emma Lou noticed the growth of his wood
She wiggled and shifted
Found out he was gifted
Then stopped to consider if she really should

For years, though her problem was very severe,
She had always pushed thoughts of incest to the rear
She would not succumb
To whims such as some
Which could lead to a family coupling here

She knew that she shouldn't, that this was misusing
His trust in her, that to succumb was abusing
She tried to ignore
The urge to do more
While her natural tendencies pushed her towards fusing

But Telefragenic Neuromalous waves were
Pulsing and making their way through the ether
Into Emma Lou
And Uncle Bert, too
Such that no sordid act was considered beneath her

Here, in this position so wrong and obscene,
Emma Lou felt stupendously dirty and clean,
The lure was intense,
The draw so immense,
She decided this once she would taste this cuisine

Uncle Bert's hungry hands and mouth wandered and slid,
As he fondled his "nurse" with more arms than a squid,
The foreplay was fine
Lasting quite a long time
Since he kept on forgetting he'd done what he did

He put her in such an excited condition,
With that forgetful quirk of his own brain affliction
It unveiled a fear
That if she lived near
She'd see him quite often, to sate her addiction

Through fluttered, soft kisses, he said, "Nurse, you're hot"
As he moved both hands 'round where an uncle should not
She let Uncle Bert
Slip up under her skit
With a hand with thick fingers that hit the right spot

While he was engaged, her warm, soft hand unzipped
And very expertly reached in then out flipped
A marvelous dick
One this long and that thick
Which showed Emma Lou Uncle Bert's well-equipped

Right here in his room she next lifted her skirt
To straddle the cock of her dear Uncle Bert
She drew it in deep
With the faintest, small peep
To then frantically ride with his hands up her shirt

She wriggled and squirmed with his cock shoved up in
Delighting and writhing in exquisite sin
She felt no restraint
Thinking sex simply ain't
Quite so bad when you doing it with your own close kin

His eyes opened wide when he managed to bray,
"What the hell are you doing? You're my sister, Kay!"
But he didn't resist
He held her and kissed
And she kissed him back in a passionate way

"Good God, little sister, your pussy's so tight!"
Uncle Bert breathed, then gave her a tiny love bite
That one little nip,
Made Emma's heart flip,
At the thought of her own brother treating her right

Emma Lou thought of Thomas, years younger, but strong
And imagined she rode him now, hard, fast and long
His cock in and out
In an act which no doubt
Was so utterly, totally, thoroughly wrong

Bert's cock became Tommy's, instilled with young passion
Performing for Emma in brotherly fashion
It soon felt so real
She let out a squeal
Enjoying a fuck she could only imagine

She pictured her brother in farm fields of green
As she straddled his lap like a giggling teen
He sucked on one breast
And obeyed her behest
To treat her and please her as his barnyard queen

She imagined her brother in farm fields of green
His chest muscles gleamed with a sweaty, smooth sheen
She bucked and she clawed
And she rocked as he sawed
And she begged him to fill her with love so obscene

"Come for your dear brother!" her Uncle demanded,
While squeezing her, proving he's not empty-handed,
Each tit crushed so sweetly,
So hard and completely,
She had no recourse but to do as commanded

In total surprise a small orgasm took her,
"God, Tommy, I love you!" she screamed as it shook her,
She loved this perversion
Of complete immersion
In a fantasy where her well hung brother hooked her

Her climax was too small for a neural bridge,
So the alien grumbled {{This hot slut's a fridge!}}
Yet still, unabated,
He attenuated
The telefragenic emitter a smidge

"My God, Jenny Sue! You're… you're riding my cock!"
Dear Uncle Bert shouted in abhorrent shock.
"My daughter! My child!"
He yelped, but he smiled
Before Emma silenced him with a lip lock

They writhed and they fucked like a well-practiced couple
She postured and posed with a body as supple
As his Jenny Sue,
Chanting, soft, "I love you,"
While she hoped for another orgasm, quintuple

Bert's cock became Daddy's, instilled with old passion
Seducing torn Emma in fatherly fashion
It soon felt so true
She begged Dad for a screw
Quite lost in this fuck she now dared to imagine

She pictured her father in his favorite chair
Her body exposed and her beauty laid bare
His hands on her thighs
His fatherly eyes
Both focused on her with an enraptured stare

She pictured her father in his favorite chair
Fragrant, fresh pipe smoke perfuming the air
Firm hands kneading breasts
Nearly stealing her breath
As she ground on his cock with a whore's wicked flare

"Come hard for your Daddy, my Baby!" Bert cried,
And Emma came so hard her brain almost fried,
She bucked and she tossed
As her wires were crossed
With the thought of her father's stiff cock deep inside

Her climax, though quite strong in Emma Lou's case,
Would not let the alien from outer space
Get over the hump
For the big neural jump
To let him slip in behind Emma Lou's face

{{By Zorgon, this female refuses compliance
With Telefragenic Neuromalous science}}
He mentally eye rolled
Then turned up fifteen fold
His Telefragenic emitting appliance

"Emma Lou!" Bert cried out, "Emma Lou! It's not right!"
He shouted out now with her cunt clutching tight
He knew it was she,
That his own niece and he
Were engaged in an act of forbidden delight

"Oh, God, Emma Lou! You're my favorite niece!
You always have been, but now I have found peace,
I can finally say,
That I've wanted today
To come every year, and those thoughts never cease."

She gazed deeply into his eyes filled with fears
Where someone was home for the first time in years
She'd found a way through
To the Bert that she knew
So she eased his own doubts by up-shifting two gears

She rode him like jockeys ride hard on a horse
Driving him, sweating, to stay on the course
Rocking and bucking
Aggressively fucking
His sweet uncle-cock without any remorse

Uncle Bert cast his line and lure into her pond
In a sport like the one where they'd formed such a bond,
She wriggled and shook
Like a worm on a hook
But enjoyinghis big worm, of which she'd grown fond

With a lifetime of fishing and laughing and play
And making sure feelings of lust never stray
She now had a tale
Where most fishermen fail
Uncle Bert was the big one that had not got away

Emma Lou gazed into Uncle Bert's eyes
Heaving and thrusting and bellowing sighs
She loved him so much
And so loved his touch
That her cravings for incest, she'd never disguise

"I love you, dear Uncle! I have to confess
Although you're extracting it under duress
We're closely related
My lust can be sated
Only by you and the joys of incest!"

"Come hard for me, Emma! Come for Uncle Bert!"
He yelled, and she came, so damn hard it all hurt
She thundered with pain
That wiped clean her brain
And that was the prime moment for space mind insert...

At that place and time was one officer Quod
Of the Betelgeuse Police Force Special Vice Squad
Assigned to the case
And taking his place
Within Emma Lou's mind (with an "official" pod)

The officer's seedpod was put in this place
By a deep undercover cop hiding his face
Too mottled with blue
Sporting tentacles, too
That exposed pretty clearly he came here from space

Nor could he give aid by direct intercession
Such as giving the Brown farm a brain wiping session
The head of their force
Rejected this course
Since it was more desired to maintain discretion

In Emma the orgasm grew and it surged
So Emma Lou's consciousness suddenly merged
With the new, clear perspective
Of the stellar detective
Who came to help Emma Lou's family be purged

He snaked like an eel amidst her spinal column,
Or a surgical skier on a long, neural slalom,
Their brain waves were paired,
Her thoughts were now shared
With a cosmic detective whose task was not solemn

With both thoughts and loins so completely combined
Emma Lou saw through the alien mind
She knew how things worked
While her wet pussy jerked
With the feel of the cock of an uncle so kind

Quod explained that she must be stronger, and braver,
What Telefragenic Neuromalous Waves were,
Of what she must do
To see them all through
It was all left to her as her family's savior

At first he made clear he's along for the ride,
Without the intention of staying inside,
He appeared as a friend,
This nightmare to end,
But the alien minds couldn't know, so he'd hide

He next begged forgiveness for how he'd deployed
On his mission to see that the crooks were destroyed
It was their last choice,
He conveyed without voice,
But she so loved her Uncle she was not annoyed

If she could help each victim climax simultaneous,
He could work within her, in ways subcutaneous
With her entertaining,
And his neural training,
Together they'd banish those pod minds extraneous

It was thusly passed to our slut Emma Lou
The odd things she'd have to endeavor to do
To save her dear brother,
dad, sister, and mother,
It was Emma Lou Brown "coming" to the rescue!

As Emma drove on she had thoughts on her mind
Like that life without climax was worse than unkind
Real incest with Bert
Felt so damn good it hurt
Yet now real sex, with Dad and Tom, would save mankind

He smiled wanly to himself as he read the last line, deeply lost in the clear vision that the words had conjured in his mind.

Abruptly one of the nurses, the really old one this time, barged into his room to retrieve his half-finished tray, clucking about how little he'd eaten. This one didn't even seem to listen to the rhyme that inevitably followed, and he was so panicked at hiding the papers, he didn't even know himself what he had replied.

She didn't appear to notice the papers, or, more likely, she did notice, and didn't ask. This one didn't care one way or the other, really. She liked playing mother, coming in, dominating him, telling him what to do and making it clear that she was the one in control, and he wasn't. That was her thing.