Bait and Switch Retype - Complete

The ship is lazily spinning now, from the force of the small hatch that had opened.

Somehow the demon ship turns and stabilizes itself, and is now facing us again. I check the 'steering' switch, and see that it's still turned off. It takes me a second to realize what's happened. These demons are smart. They're using their other hatches, expelling air at precise moments, to control the ship.

They're approaching us again, and while they are still slow, and can't ram us, I don't feel like I've much strength left in me for many more switches. Healing light, or no, I'm as good as done.

Then one last thought occurs to me, as we sit between the demon ship, and Earth: a hell-Mary of a move. It takes all of my effort to create one last switch, and completely turn off all of their power. It feels like someone is using my head as a dwarf's anvil, and it takes all of my concentration to keep myself conscious, but I watch as the derelict ship floats past us, caught in Earth's gravity. It takes a few minutes, but I'm gratified as it enters the atmosphere, and becomes a fiery streak. It starts to burn up upon entry, going in at the wrong angle. Lasting only a few seconds, a beautiful explosion fills my vision, and I lose my fight against oblivion.

 

Chapter 15

Nightmares fill my dreams. Explosions, death, and cries for help haunt me, as I toss and turn, trying to escape from the horrors filling my sleep. Over and over again I watch as death claims another life, and another, and another.

The worst part is that it's the demons dying that I'm dreaming about. I have killed for the first time in my life, and no matter the fact that it had been them or me; my conscience won't let me rest. I watch again and again as one of the small muscled red creatures gets sucked out of their airlock and floats through space. When it had actually happened, it had been completely quiet, but my mind adds sounds now, as the creature screams its last. It sees me looking at it, and somehow swims through the nothingness of space towards me, its dead eyes locked on where I float. My body is locked, unable to move or try to get away. Cold, lifeless hands grip me, and start shaking me violently; trying to take from me the life I'd stolen from it. Lifeless eyes look into mine, and try to suck away my soul.

"Wake up!" The creature cries at me, the voice oddly familiar and higher pitched than I would've expected from a creature like this. "He won't wake up."

Only I am awake. . . Aren't I? I open my eyes to see everyone standing over me; worry creasing their brows, and fear filling three sets of eyes. Summer has me by the shoulders, and is still shaking me.

"I'm awake," I grumble, my head throbbing.

"We've been trying to wake you for a bit," mom looks at me worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I try to reassure her, but I have to stay quiet, as my head is throbbing too much to speak too loudly, "I was just having nightmares, and my head hurts."

"Nightmares?" Mom's worry seems to increase markedly. "About last—" she cuts herself off, looking around at everybody else, and I realize what she'd been about to ask. She's worried I'm having nightmares about making love to her last night.

"No, just monsters, and stuff," I mumble, wanting to roll over, but not daring to go back to sleep, no matter how tired I feel. The monster I dreamt about was me, and I don't want to face that again.

"Oh, okay," mom says, sounding somewhat relieved.

"I got a call from the hospital," Nancy says, talking for the first time, "I have to go back," she replaces my sister on the bed, and feels my head and cheeks. "You don't feel like you have a fever, but I don't trust you're well enough to drive, especially not in this weather."

I turn and look out the window, but all I can see is white. It takes me a moment to realize that that is ALL there is to see.

"I can drive," I tell her, knowing that if her job has called her in, then the hospital must be in need of her. I try to sit up, and throw off my covers, but she places her hand on my chest, and shoves me back down. I'm so weak, that I can't even fight her, and oh, how my head throbs.

"You're staying in bed," mom says. "I can drive them up, and come back down. Your sister can stay and take care of you until I get back."

I nod, knowing that I don't have the strength to argue. They leave me to get some more rest, but sleep is the last thing I want right now.

Gina comes in to give me a kiss, and tell me she is going to go with her mom. Nancy and mom come in at the same time to say goodbye, and I can tell that mom wants to talk to me, probably about last night, but doesn't dare say anything with Nancy there, so she kisses my brow, and tells me to get feeling better.

I barely hear them leave through the falling snow, before Summer walks in, with what I think is hot cocoa. It is, but it's also spiked with coffee.

"You probably don't want to go to sleep right now. I know how I get after I've had bad dreams, and I figure this will help keep you warm too," she tells me, when I look at her questioningly after my first sip.

"Thanks," I tell her, feeling truly grateful.

"Hey, I know you're into some geeky stuff, so this might interest you." I look to her, smiling. Anything geek related right now would be a nice distraction. "Apparently some sort of satellite fell out of orbit, and blew up in the sky last night. The government hasn't said which one yet. Isn't that cool?" I know she is just trying to cheer me up, but I also know that had been no satellite. It had been full of little alien creatures that I have killed. Lives snuffed out by my hand. Or mind, I guess. For the first time, I curse my ability.

I groan, and roll over, setting my drink on the nightstand. I feel the bed shift, as Summer lies down next to me, and puts her arm around me.

"I know you're not feeling good, but we haven't talked about what happened the other night in the hotel. In fact, we haven't talked much at all, since then. Are you okay?" I can hear the concern in her voice, and despite my miserable mood, I hate to hear her down.

Rolling back over, I look her in the eyes, and force a smile. "Sorry, I guess it's kind of been a bit hectic around here lately." I give her a quick peck on the lips, to let her know I have no issues with what'd happened on Christmas Eve between us. As our lips touch, I'm able to sense most of my switches, and know that mom is driving slowly through the snow. "I will always look back on that night fondly." It's not until the words are out of my mouth, that I realize how final they sound.

"Always. . . So. . . so you don't want to do it again? Do. . . Do you regret it?" Her brow wrinkles, and I can hear the fear in her voice.

"I don't regret it in the least," I promise. "I'm just not up to it right now." Her lips spread in a wide smile that is infectious.

I roll back over, and when she tucks her hand under me, I can sense all of my switches again, and am thankful that this part of my ability isn't hurting me. Despite my desire not to go back to sleep and the caffeine in the coffee/cocoa, I'm soon snoring away in a dreamless sleep.

When I wake up, I find that Summer has stripped off all but her bra and panties, and crawled under the covers with me. In a panic I look at the clock, and can see that mom has been gone for almost four hours. She will be back anytime now. I don't know what she'll think if she finds us like this, but I don't want to find out the hard way, either.

As soon as I touch her to wake her up, however, my fears vanish. Mom is stuck in the snow by the feel of her switches way up north and still with Gina and Nancy. She won't likely be home today. My touch is enough to wake, Summer, and she gazes at me with a sleepy smile.

"Mom called and says the weather is too bad to drive back down, so she is staying with Gina and Nancy tonight." When I don't look surprised, she says, "Oh, I guess you probably figured that out already, with your switches." Her brow wrinkles again with worry, and she looks deep into my eyes. "How are you feeling?"

I realize that my headache is gone, and I no longer feel so tired. That nap has done me a world of good. The guilt is still there, but the wound isn't quite so fresh. Looking off to the side, as if considering my answer, I say, "Well. . ." and wrap her in my arms, pull her tightly to me, and start to tickle her sides.

She squeals as she tries to break away from me, and a couple weeks ago she might have succeeded, but with my current strength, she doesn't stand a chance. She kicks her legs, trying to force them between us, but her chest and torso are pressed tightly to me, and she is helpless to my onslaught. I only need to use one hand to hold her to me, while the other is free to tickle her sides and back.

"Stop!" She cries out, when she realizes she can't break free. "I can't breathe," she squeals louder as I move my right hand around to her front, and start tickling under her left bra cup, using the strength in my left arm to keep her pressed to me. The new spot is even more ticklish than her sides, and she wails even more.

Unexpectedly, I feel her lips press to mine, and it startles me enough, that I freeze. She uses the distraction, to pull away, but she gains a grip on my hands.

"You really are feeling better, aren't you?" After the torture I'd just put her through, she is breathing heavily, and smiling widely. I really love the way she looks with her hair all mussed up, and her breasts heaving behind her bra. "And unless I'm mistaken, that's not the only thing feeling better." Her hand lets go of mine and dodges under the covers, gripping my cock. I hadn't even realized I've grown hard, until her fingers wrap around it, and squeeze. With that one action, all thoughts of demons, death, and worry flee as I groan at her touch.

Her smile grows larger, as her hand starts to stroke up and down my cock through my boxers. She leans over, and brings her lips back to mine, causing the awareness of my switches to explode in my head, as her tongue parts my lips. I moan again, loudly, as her mouth muscle slides along my teeth, and then darts in, only to find mine coming out to meet hers.

Unexpectedly she pulls away from me, and has a worried look on her face. "I'm sorry!" she quails. "I should have asked. I shouldn't be throwing myself at you like this. You must think I'm a slut. . ."

"Don't stop now," I plead, in answer to her statements. "You're not a slut. You're just my perverted sexy sister, who is just as perverted as I am!"

"You're sure?" Her question is hesitant, but I can hear the hope in it. She places her hand on my chest, and then yanks it back as if burned when she senses most of my switches. Her eyes get a suspicious glare in them, before she asks, "How do I know you're not manipulating me with your switches?"

"Take my hand, and tell me if you sense yourself," I tell her simply. As soon as she places her hand in mine, I don't wait, but pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her as I kiss her deeply. She melts under my kiss, and I know she is no longer worried about me manipulating her.

Summer rolls on top of me, without breaking the kiss, and start grinding her panty-covered crotch against my bulging boxers. We both moan in unison at the connection, before I unsnap her bra, releasing her nicely tanned tits.

She breaks the kiss then, sitting up, and pressing down hard against my groin. "So, little brother, what do you think of your older sister's tits?"

I openly ogle her, seeing her topless for the first time, and liking what I'm seeing. Her chest isn't as big as Gina's or the twins, but they have a beauty that is all their own. With no tan lines, and her soft curves, Summer is gorgeous.

"I'm wondering why they are up there, and not in my mouth, right now," I answer, pulling her back down to me, so that I can suckle from her teats.

Her hand snakes to the back of my head, and pulls me tighter to her chest, as my hands roam down her back, to the tops of her panties. Slipping my hands under the hem, I get a good handful of her ass, and start to rock her back and forth.

"Mmm, you really know how to suck tit, Nick. Damn, you're getting me so wet." She moans loudly as I bite her nipple, before pressing her hands against my shoulders, and shoving me back down on the bed.

I'm entirely caught off guard by what she does next. Getting up, she turns and walks from the room.

"Where're you going?" I cry after her. She has me so turned on right now, that if she hadn't said she doesn't want to go all the way, I'd be tearing off the thin fabric of her panties, and shoving myself as deep into her as she can take.

"Hmm?" she pauses at my doorway, turning around slightly, and I can't help but admire the way the doorway frames her luscious body. Her panty clad ass is still facing me, her shoulder turned sideways, and her wonderful tanned right breast is pointing to the door jam. In her eyes, however, is pure mischief. "Did you think you were really going to get any action after tickle torturing me?"

She takes off running as I growl and get up, chasing after her. She is quick and limber, but I still have her on speed, and it only takes me a few moments to catch her. Throwing her over my shoulder, and placing one quick spank on her round ass, I carry her back to the bedroom.

She playfully beats against my back, but I can smell her arousal coming off her, and know she wants to get off as badly as I do. Throwing her to my bed, we both laugh as she scoots up to the headboard.

"Okay, you caught me," she says, grinning delightfully, "now what?"

I grab one of her feet, and she tries to pull away, thinking I'm going to tickle her again, but I have something else in mind. Despite her efforts, I easily pull her toes to my lips, and she melts with an audible sigh as I kiss her little digits. Running my tongue along and around each toe, I smile as I watch her fondle her boobs.

"You must have had a lot of girlfriends in college, to learn how to please a woman so well," she says softly as I lick up the arch of her foot.

I'm embarrassed to admit that the only reason I know so much is the internet. "I've had the best of teachers," I say honestly, only referring partially to Donna Frankens, but mostly the World Wide Web.

"Hmm, I have to admit I'm a bit jealous," the look in her eyes however as I nibble on her ankle tells me she isn't in the least bit angry. "All those other women who've had a crack at my brother, when I could've had him first." She sounds more wistful than anything else.

I continue to kiss and nibble my way up her leg, skipping over her covered crotch, but spending awhile on her tasty tits. She keeps trying to hump herself against me, as I play with her tetons, but I've decided that I'm going torture her for a bit first.

"Oh my god, why won't you touch my pussy?" she demands hungrily after a few more minutes goes by. She tries to bring her own hands down to her crotch, but I grab them, and hold them over her head, and go back to suckling her nipples. Moaning in lust and unfulfilled desire, she twists her hips hard enough to roll me off her. Before I can blink she is on top of me again, shuddering as she grinds her cunt against my boxers. Her orgasm is strong enough, that I can feel my boxers getting wet through her panties.

She looks me seriously in the eyes as she comes down from her high, and I can tell she is trying to figure something out. "I still don't think we should go all the way. We are siblings, after all," she tells me, and I feel disappointed, "but that doesn't mean we can't have a lot of fun." Her serious demeanor turns to one of wanton mischief as she grinds herself against me, some more.

Before I can give her an answer, she mashes her lips to mine, and starts humping me through our underwear. I would have happily entered her, my cock is aching for some attention, but I'm not going to go against her will.

I place my hands against the sides of her chest, and lift her body, moving it further up the bed. She knows what I'm after, and gets off me long enough to remove her panties, before sitting on my face. She tastes just as she had on Christmas Eve, and I look up her body to see that she is rolling a nipple in each hand, as I suck on her labia. She sees me looking up at her, and smiles, before throwing her head back and moaning, as she presses her pelvis against my tongue.

I throw all of my concentration into pleasing my sister, and suck hard on her clit, before nibbling lightly on it. She rewards my efforts with a mouthful of her cum, as she thrashes wildly on top of me, having her second powerful orgasm.

She gets up, and for a second I fear we're done, or that she is going to run away again, but she turns around, and then bends over, pulling the top of my boxers down, as she sits back on my hungry mouth. Now in a sixty-nine position, I'm soon moaning into her twat, as she sucks me as deeply into her mouth as she can. Considering this is only her second ever blowjob, I have to say she is doing really great. She knows how to use her tongue, but she still uses a little too much teeth.

Meanwhile I haven't been idle, as I slip a couple fingers into her wet snatch, while I continue to flick her clit with my tongue. Her head bobs up and down my shaft, eliciting moans from me, as I do all I know how to with my lips, tongue, and teeth to please her.

Despite how much she's improved on her technique, I know it won't be enough to get me off, so I just enjoy it, while getting her off. After her fourth orgasm on my lips, she gets up, and looks at me accusingly.

"You're not enjoying this, are you?" she demands of me, hands on her hips, and eyebrows furrowed.

"I am!" I tell her honestly. "I just want to please you. If I weren't enjoying it, I wouldn't be so hard."

She softens somewhat, as I'm most obviously very hard, before giving me a tender kiss on my lips. She trails kisses over to my ear, before whispering, "Do you want to do what we did the other night, then?"

I nod, and she lies down next to me. Crawling on top of her, I get between her legs, and start rubbing the head of my penis between her soft, wet, petals. She moans throatily, and starts to hunch her hips against me, and it takes all of my will not to just shove it in. Her eyes are closed, and she is sucking in her bottom lip, with her light brown fair fanned out along my pillow. She looks so sexy, that I just want to dive right in and fuck her brains out. It is only my love for her, as well as her request not to go all the way, that stops me.

I can see her juices leaking out of her, helped by my slippery member. Laying the underside of my rock spear against her juicy labia, I press my pelvis against hers, and move my hips slowly. She feels so good and warm like this, and I truly enjoy the dreamy smile on her face as she matches her hip movements in time with my own.

"Nick?" Her voice is breathy and barely audible.

"Yes, my sweet Summer?" I ask, wondering if she is ready to stop. She has already had a number of powerful orgasms, and I wonder if she has become too sensitive. Despite how throbbing hard she has gotten me, I can always just finish myself off in the bathroom if I need to, though I'd rather not.

"Fuck me, Nick," her eyes are still closed as she makes her demand, and I freeze on a downward slide. Had I really just heard her, or is this wishful thinking? My cockhead is stopped at her petals, begging me to move forward.

"But you said—" I start, but am cut off as she opens her eyes, and looks directly into mine.

"I said, fuck me!" She emphasizes her words by wrapping her legs around my torso, and forcing my hips forward. My cock slips a partial inch into her tight wetness, before she throws her head back against my pillow and cries out in ecstasy. I wait for her to get used to my girth, before starting to move my hips in slow movements. If I'd had any other reservations left in me, the pure bliss that I feel, and the lust in her eyes banishes them all. She is so tight; I don't know how long I'll last. "I know I said I didn't want to, but you got me so horny, now I can't help myself. Hate me all you want later, but right now, gimme my first fuck from a real man! I need to feel you in me, brother dearest."