Ambassadors of Aldadiir Ep. 001 - Taken

Now, Amund was not a complete monk when it came to the knowledge of sex. Granted, the colony did not yet have a robust internet (and they did not get internet from any of the Sol settlements or Gaia), but he still had books and other forms of media. And porn existed on Aphrodite like anywhere else, though he had never been an intentional consumer of it. That all said, he knew that oral sex was something that people did, and had been surprised that the Aldadiir had not made the two of them do it yet. He felt guilty about his sister 'giving head', as the saying went, but was not about to stop her. Especially not when she looked up at him with those hypnotizing eyes of hers with such a desire for him. So, swallowing, he began breathing rather hard, with a little gasp when she put her tongue to his manhood.

His gasp made her grin up at him. Astrid had quickly grown fond of those little gasps of pleasure he made when she did something sexy - even when she was forced into it by the Aldadiir. But her grin faded as she focused back on his cock. She... actually had no idea what she was doing. The experiences she'd had with sex were from the last couple of days and from studying animals and their natural behaviors. She only knew that oral was a thing that existed, and had no idea how to actually go about it. She guessed she should- her hand on his dick slowly began to rub up and down his shaft, and her mouth went back to the head. This time, however, her lips enclosed around the tip while her tongue continued to swirl around where it could reach. Then, slowly, she took more and more of him into her mouth until his whole member was either enclosed in her hand or in her mouth.

Oh, that grin. That naughty, satisfied grin. Amund liked that expression on his twin, to his shame. He certainly liked it more when she was enjoying him than when she seemed to be doing everything under protest. Granted, he was also doing everything under protest, but still. It was even both cute and sexy the way that she was so obviously experimenting on how best to please him. Amund let out one of those long breaths as she rubbed and licked. "You are amazing, Astrid," he said in a slightly labored tone. "That feels amazing."

His words did wonders to encourage her. She wasn't sure if she was doing things exactly right, but as long as it made her twin feel good, then it was good enough for her. Her motions became more sure and quicker. She still didn't want to try to take his whole manhood into her mouth and gag on him, so she kept her hand where it was. Soon she was sucking him off with firm, quick strokes of both mouth and hand while the fingers of her free hand strayed to her pussy. Only occasionally her mouth left him entirely so she could catch her breath. It was difficult to figure out the whole breathing thing at first, and she didn't want to suffocate.

If Astrid was having a bit of difficulty figuring out how best to breathe, well, Amund was breathing rather heavily himself. Astrid was gaining in skill, confidence, and competence all very rapidly. Much like she had done with the dozen-odd sex positions that they had been coerced into, in fact. But those had all been some variation of penis-in-vagina, while this was... not. It felt really quite good, though. So good, in fact, that not that long after she really started getting into it, Amund felt a now familiar feeling in his loins. "Astrid, I am close." He gasped.

Astrid groaned with desire. She loved the verbal proof of how wild she was driving him. By that point, she sort of had the rhythm of breath down, so she did not let herself pause in her actions. There was a brief moment where she couldn't decide where she wanted him to cum. Well. It would certainly be neater if she let him do so in her mouth. Who cares about taste? So she was determined to keep going until he climaxed.

Amund could not quite believe how much Astrid was getting into this. It was somehow different than when the Aldadiir had made her do things. She was doing this to him of her own free will and desire. And that groan... he began to shudder. But though she knew that he was close to orgasm, she did not seem about to pull away. Did, did she intend for him to cum in her mouth? She must have. And so, he stopped trying to hold back and released into her mouth. His cum was thick and tasted like a slightly saltier version of those vaguely citrus-flavored food-bars that they got. With the same aphrodisiac properties no less.

She groaned yet again when she felt his dick begin to throb and send seed down her throat. She had expected it to be absolutely disgusting but... it was actually rather inoffensive. The texture wasn't the best though. Not that Astrid cared. All that had aroused her so much that she was actually becoming close to orgasm with her fingers alone. So she sucked what cum she could from his cock then pulled away. She wiped the spittle from her mouth with her free hand and continued to stare at him with lust-filled eyes as she tried to pleasure herself.

Wow. Astrid had actually swallowed his jizz. Amund had not really expected that, but he was not about to complain. Instead, he relaxed a bit. "That was... I do not know what to say..." he breathed out.

Astrid certainly didn't wake up that day deciding that she would swallow her brother's semen. It was just on of those things that sort of... happened after going down a distressingly short path of bad decisions. Her nigh sex-crazed mind didn't care. Not when her body was teetering on the edge of orgasm.

Though he had cum, Astrid had not. She was clearly attempting to push herself over the edge with her fingers, but Amund had a different idea. He knelt down. "I think it is time for me to return the favor. Lay down, Astrid."

She stopped those frantic circles against her clit. Astrid caught the idea really fast. So she did as she was asked, and moved until she could spread her legs to him and let him do whatever it was he wanted to do. Luckily for him, she was already so close that it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge.

Almost laying down in front of her, Amund brought his mouth up to his sister's womanhood, getting a really, really good view of it for the first time. It was hypnotizing, but he shook off the momentary paralysis. It was time to show Astrid how much he appreciated her. And so, he leaned forward, staring, like she did, with an experimental lick around the outside of her labial lips, and then firmly rubbing her clitoris with his tongue. Satisfied with his experimental taste, he buried his mouth in her, trying first softly, then hard. Also in imitation of her, he moved one hand up to her womanhood to rub her clit when his mouth was otherwise occupied.

"Ah- Amund!" She moaned. Her hips rose encouragingly, but she kept herself from grinding her hips against him as she was so tempted to do. Instead, her hands gripped hard at the floor beside her. As close as she was, it hardly took a minute before she was groaning in encouragement. Another moment, and her back arched. "Amund - oh, I love you so much" She exclaimed while her body was seared by white-hot pleasure.

Amund now understood why Astrid had enjoyed 'going down' on him so much. This feeling of giving his sister so much pleasure was rather addicting. And it was deeply satisfying to feel her orgasm.

When her orgasm had subsided, Amund crawled up her body to give her a kiss. Granted, her juices were on his mouth, but his semen was on hers, so it balanced out. He lay there on top of her, embracing and lightly kissing her. "I love you too, my dearest sister." He whispered.

She kissed him back with a lazy smile, still feeling the calming pleasure of so recent an orgasm. Yeah. This was a good idea. She could probably wait for a whole, say, ten minutes before she was too preoccupied with sexual thoughts to concentrate.

After a few more minutes of their embrace, Amund stood back up and, once more, offered his sister his hand. "We should probably take that bath now." He said bemusedly. "On the plus side, now we actually need it."

This time, when Astrid took his hand, she actually let him help her up. He was right. They did sort of need the bath. She was sweaty from all that had transpired a few minutes before. At least she wasn't as messy as she could have been. There was no semen dripping down her legs, at least. It was down her throat instead. It was a weird thought. "Yes." Astrid agreed distractedly.

Amund had never quite gotten over what a marvel the bath portion of their enclosure really was. The invisible field that held in the water went all the way up to the ceiling, but the water itself only went up to their waists when sitting on one of the water-proof 'pillows'. At least, here it did. Their enclosure was stomach-high to the roughly tall human-sized Aldadiir, except for the water-filled portion, which dipped down below the floor level of the lab, deeper than they were tall, making effectively a swimming pool. Here, though, they could simply sit and wash. With their hands only, since no soap or cloths had been provided. At least there seemed to be some cleansing agent in the water (which the Aldadiir had felt the need to inform them was not to be drank in large amounts) and the field removed the rest once they exited the water-filled part.

Anyway, it was always amusing to step over to the watery area and enjoy the pleasantly warm liquid, sitting on one of the pillows he had left in there for exactly that purpose. "Parts of this experience are not so bad." He admitted. "Like this 'bath'. And being with you, of course."

"Yeah, this bath is amazing," Astrid said with a nod. She settled onto a pillow and began to rub water across her body. She would have used soap if there was any. And maybe something to exfoliate. But there were no such things to be had. "I was beginning to think that we weren't spending enough time together. You know. Before." She made a face. "... n-not like this, though." Lord no.

After ducking down under the water for a moment, then coming up dripping, Amund followed his sister's example and rubbed the strange water over his body. Mostly so that he would feel like he was cleaning himself just a bit more than he did just relying on the technology to do it for him. Of course, the technology was doing all the work...

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Astrid rubbed her hands over her body, and some of his momentarily sated arousal came back. He forced himself to look at her face instead of following her hands. "I agree. We had grown rather distant. Not purposefully, we just did different things." Now they mostly did each other. Which was not the ideal situation. Probably. At least, it should not have been a situation any part of him was fine with.

Astrid sighed. "I guess that's just the natural path of siblings. At first, we're inseparable. But then we get our own lives. And I guess we were supposed to be getting our own families, too."

"Even more so the path of twins." Amund agreed. "And even more than that, twins who are of opposite sexes."

She stopped scrubbing and just swished her feet in the water contemplatively. "Amund? Do you think that, if we paid more attention to the opposite sex, we might have avoided the position we're in?"

He sighed. "Probably, but only if I had done so. To be honest, the main difference would likely have been that my girlfriend would be in this cage with me because I would have called her first, and the Aldadiir would have picked her up instead of you. So... I am sorry."

Astrid did look unhappy about his reply, but not for the reasons she expected or wanted. It was the picture of him being with another girl while she was left on Aphrodite that bothered her so much. Not the fact that her being taken might have been preventable. "Don't be." She responded softly. "If any pair of people were strong enough to get through this, it would be us two," Astrid said with a little more conviction. Still, it felt like a funny thing to say in light of the actual circumstances. It wasn't like they were surviving in the wilderness. It was moral deprivation they endured, not physical.

Amund misread Astrid's unhappiness. He thought that she was secretly resenting her being taken, rather than the impossible truth. "Well, I cannot help but think that, if I had had a girlfriend and I had been forced to have sex with her, that would have been less... problematic. Because she would not be my twin sister. Then again, you are right. Another girl would probably not have done quite so well under pressure." He hung his head, once more feeling incredibly guilty about the whole thing. He had called the aliens, and the aliens had made him have copious amounts of sex with his sister. This really was his fault. "You keep saying not to be sorry, but I cannot help but realize that you have been kidnapped, stripped naked, and been repeatedly made to have sex against your will, that is, have been repeatedly raped, all because of me."

"Well, yeah. This has happened because of your meddling. But I meant it when I said that I do not and will never hate you for it. It wasn't like you intended for it to happen." Her bright blue eyes, full of sincerity, met his. And then they darted away when she realized, "You are being raped, too. Ha, I didn't even know mutual rape was possible." She scoffed and began to finish rubbing herself down with the water. It was something to do with her hands more than anything.

Looking at his sister's eyes, framed by that brilliant golden hair, was like looking in a mirror, almost. Except the image was female and beautiful. It reminded him of how much he and Astrid shared. He melted a bit, his guilt vanishing in the face of his sister's acceptance. He blushed and looked down at the water. "I... I suppose that is true." An awkward laugh. "Well, I guess if we are sort of raping each other, then it balances out." It certainly did not feel like rape... He continued, chatting on nervously. "Did you know that in traditional Balinese culture, opposite-sex twins were required to marry? Because they were born naked and in each other's arms, it was thought that they had sex in utero, and were therefore already wed. The Balinese were very strange."

Astrid chuckled and shook her head. "That is a strange custom. There are so many reasons why that wouldn't work. Not that they'd know that without the technology we have today." She shrugged. "I guess it might as well have been the case for us, though." Her hands continued to rub across her body as they usually did when she bathed. Except her hands unconsciously lingered on her breasts, and spent more time than was necessary between the lips of her pussy. All the while, she was looking thoughtfully at the water.

"A rather perverted custom, since it assumed that unborn infants could have sex." Amund shook his head, a slightly disgusted look on his face. "Really better not to think of the implications." He finally said. Looking up, he saw his sister rubbing her breasts, and then her womanhood. His cock throbbed at the sight, and he wondered if this water was laced with arousing agents as well. Because everything here seemed geared to get them as horny as possible. He swallowed and looked up at the ceiling. "Do you think we will ever find a way out of here?" he wondered.

"The Aldadiir can read minds. So I think it might be literally impossible," Astrid replied sadly. "Perhaps, if we behave really, really well, they'll give us a bookshelf full of books. Or something. Those are the extent of my hopes." As she spoke, her fingers dipped into her core. Because everything had to be clean, didn't it? Not that she fully realized what she was doing.

"Good point. We are not going to trick a society of hyper-intelligent mind-readers." The Blue Aldadiir, at least, struck him as being somehow all quite brilliant. He could not put his finger on why; he just had a feeling that was the case. And the Blue ones were the ones watching and listening. He sighed. "Maybe they will one day let us out of this cage? Talk to us? Allow us something to wear... nah, probably not. They really seem to prefer us naked. Perverts. They are not running around naked..."

"They might as well be naked with those tight outfits that match their skin. Even on the males." It was hard not to stare at them. Either gender, for whatever reason.

"Yeah, good point. I have to do a double-take on some of them to realize that they are not, in fact, actually naked. Those outfits just barely obscure the exact shapes of their genitals. Not that I admit to staring." He sighed. "At least, I would not have spent a lot of time staring if there was not such a dearth of appropriate things to stare at."

Accidentally, he caught sight of his sister sticking her fingers inside herself, not quite idly masturbating. He was even more turned on now, as even a cursory look at him would reveal. He wanted to suggest that they do... something, but he could not form the words. "At least they only are making us have sex with each other." He finally said, trying not to think of having sex with his sister. And, of course, failing rather terrifically.

She didn't notice that he had seen what her fingers were doing. But him mentioning being glad to only be made to have sex with each other did remind her of that option. Her eyes couldn't help but catch the sight of his pale, hard cock under the water. Yup. The ten minutes where she could probably think of things other than sex were up. Even if it likely hadn't been ten minutes. "How bad is it, really." She found herself justifying aloud in a very soft tone. "We're pretty much married, and won't conceive..."

His throat went dry, and he looked directly at her. "At this point, I think any sin is long past." He replied. "I think that we can consider ourselves married, right?" He scooted towards her just a bit. "So, maybe we can..." he left the rest only implied.

"I... think we can." Astrid agreed hesitantly. She had wanted to stay strong, to not do things with her brother if she didn't absolutely have to. She was no slave to sex! But, of course, she was absolutely a slave to sex. The aphrodisiacs ensured this. She shifted towards him, paused, shrugged, and then gave up and simply straddled his lap. "At least I won't have to change my last name." She observed wryly.

Despite everything, Amund was slightly surprised when Astrid went ahead and straddled him, doing so voluntarily for the first time. He put his arms around her and kissed her neck, before pulling back a bit and running his hands along her back and sides. He chuckled at her words. "Indeed. You started out Ms. Lokken and now are Mrs. Lokken. So, not much of a change. And I could not ask for a more beautiful spouse, although that may be the narcissism talking since you are basically a female clone of me."

A grin spread across Astrid's face. "We do look a lot alike. I used to try to deny it but..." She shrugged. What girl wanted to be told that she looked like a boy? Not Astrid, at least.

"I used to deny it too. One of the reasons I decided to build muscle mass was because I was tired of being told that I looked like a girl. I stayed more wiry than not, though."

While he spoke, she returned his kiss against her neck with the same. But that didn't feel like quite enough. So she gently pressed her lips against his smooth jaw. And then captured his lower lip between hers, sucking softly before she gave up entirely and began to kiss him enthusiastically. He met her with equal enthusiasm. Finally free of sloughed-off guilt, without curious eyes watching, or meddling voices ordering, they were free to cut loose and give of themselves more enthusiastically and freely than ever before. As she kissed him, her hands when to Amund's cock and began rubbing him under the water. She managed to break herself free from his mouth to ask, "Do you want to do it here? Or should we get out first?"