Bred by the Hive Ch. 46

When Carla fell behind Sam, she took a look at the outline of Sam's rider. It was so big! Carla was glad her rider was much smaller. She was careful to make sure that Michael didn't see her rider. He had hugged and kissed her and didn't seem to notice. He even tried to have sex with her last night. Sam told Carla she could manage it, but she was too nervous. Besides, Sam told her that sex would help her rider grow stronger, and Carla didn't want to do that. So she told Michael she had a headache.

As she ran behind Sam, Carla noticed Sam's well toned legs, which were tanned and looked freshly shaved. Sam was always the pretty one. Sam's ass cheeks were sculpted inside her jogging shorts. Carla never realized how beautiful that made her look. She found herself fascinated watching Sam's ass cheeks clench and unclench as she jogged. And under her shirt... Carla could see the outline of Sam's rider. It looked like a large pancake, humping her back. Carla shivered as she realized her sister was under its total control. And that she had one on her own back which was in the process of doing the same to her.

"Did you sleep well, Carla?" Sam asked, giving her sister a sly smile.

"I... uh, yeah," said Carla. In fact, her rider had fed her a steady flow of dreams, dreams of serving the Hive, highly erotic dreams of making love to people while her rider rode between her shoulder blades. She had woken up in a sweat with her hands between her legs.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Sam asked.

"I... I don't want this thing on my back, Sam," said Carla. "I can feel it in my mind."

"That's great!" said Sam. "Soon you will come to love it. Your rider will become your very best friend," Sam grinned, as her breasts bounced as she jogged side by side with her sister.

Carla glanced at the outline of Sam's enormous rider again. "How can you be happy with that thing on your back?" Carla asked, as they ran together down the streets of suburban Maryland.

"It brought me together with Jack," Sam grinned.

"Jack?"

"You remember Jack," said Sam. "I introduced you once-"

"Yeah, the tall handsome guy," said Carla. "You... and him?"

"Uh huh," said Sam.

"What about Gavin?"

"Gavin doesn't mind. He's in the Hive too," said Sam.

"Gavin doesn't mind...." Carla was still trying to process that.

"It was the Hive that brought me together with Jack. My true love. If it hadn't been for the Hive, it never would have happened," said Sam.

"And... that makes it all worth it?" Carla asked.

"It does," said Sam. "That's one of the many great perks of being a member of the Hive. Social boundaries and taboos fall away. You find yourself experiencing things you'd never have the chance to otherwise."

"What kind of things?" Carla asked, as they kept jogging.

"Making love to other men, for one thing."

Carla looked wide-eyed. "No, Sam."

"Yes, Carla," said Sam. She stopped, and put an arm on Carla's shoulder. "Relax. When the time comes, you'll want it."

The thought made Carla shiver.

They jogged for over an hour in a big circle before they arrived back at their air cars. "You see? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"I... I don't feel any different," said Carla cautiously. She felt the warmth of the rider on her back, of course, but nothing else.

"You'll barely notice it," said Sam. "Hey, I just had a thought. Would you like to come to my place to have some coffee?"

"Coffee?" said Carla. Her first instinct was to refuse. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea," she heard herself say.

As she got into Sam's air car, Carla wondered why she had said that. She didn't even like coffee.

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When they got to Sam's apartment, there was coffee, and more. Carla sipped nervously. "How long is it going to take for this... rider... to finish growing?"

"Oh, it never stops growing," said Sam. From the look on Carla's face she saw she had said the wrong thing.

"You mean... mine is going to get as big as yours?" said Carla.

"Maybe. It's hard to say," Sam added hastily. "But if that happens, you won't mind it. Really, you won't."

"Because my mind will be under the control of this thing."

Carla looked like she was about to cry. Sam reached out and hugged her sister. "It won't be so bad, I promise."

"Sam, I just want to protect my family," said Carla.

"And you will," Sam assured her. At least, until your rider matures and takes control of your mind.

Sam looked at Carla and pretended to look surprised. "Hey, I just had an idea. I thought of something which might make you feel better about this whole situation."

Carla gave a bitter laugh. "What could make me feel better about all this?"

Sam got up and started to remove her shirt. "Take off your shirt."

"What?" said Carla.

"You heard me," said Sam, removing her own. Her large breasts were beautifully encased by her Survey Service bra. Sam's rider was as large as Carla had remembered it, sloping down her back as if gravity was pulling it down.

Carla just stood there, watching her.

"Come on, Carla," said Sam. She looked into her sister's eyes. "Momomomomomom."

"Momomomomomom," said Carla automatically.

"Mamoomisham!" said Sam.

"Mamoomisham! Momomomomomom," said Carla.

And then Carla stared blankly ahead and let Sam remove her shirt. Sam had her sit down on the sofa with her and positioned Carla so she had her back to Sam.

Carla blinked rapidly and started to recover. How had she gotten on the sofa? And where was her shirt? "Sam, what's going on?"

"Something wonderful," Sam promised. And then she leaned back, and her rider came into contact--

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Carla was in another world. Or maybe another dimension. Riders came out of holes in the ground by the thousands. And standing there among them, completely nude, was her sister. Carla realized she was nude as well.

Sam walked up to her gracefully, without saying a word. Then she pressed her lips against Carla. They kissed for a long moment. Then Sam looked into Carla's eyes, and pressed her breasts against Carla, and then-

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Carla blinked. She was back in Sam's apartment. Her eyes focused on the chrono on the wall. Nearly two hours had passed! Her body was all sweaty.

She turned to face Sam, who was as sweaty as she was.

"Sam... what... what was that?"

"Communing," said Sam. "It will help you become comfortable with your rider."

"Comfortable?" Carla blinked again. The details were hazy, but it felt like she had just had a two hour marathon sex session... with her sister.

"I'd better go," said Carla, getting up suddenly.

"I'll drive you-"

"No, I'll walk!"

"See you tomorrow at 10!" Sam said, as the door slammed shut.

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Carla felt all kind of conflicting feelings. She had just apparently daydreamed about having sex with her sister. She had even enjoyed it.

But she wasn't a lesbian. Not even close!

It must be that thing on her back that was doing this to her. She wouldn't give in to it.

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The next morning, Carla got up and prepared for her jog with Sam. She vaguely remembered questioning whether she should run with Sam again. After all, it was making her rider stronger. But she realized she had to do it to protect Michael and the kids.

She looked at the rider in the mirror. Actually, it didn't look that bad, for a parasite. Something last night... something in her sleep.... Carla shook her head and looked at the chrono. She'd better get dressed, or she'd be late for her run with Sam.

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"The sex is wonderful," said Sam, as they jogged together. "I've slept with dozens of men." Sam didn't mention Janice. Carla never knew about her and Janice.

"Dozens?" said Carla, looking surprised as they jogged together. "I thought it was just Jack."

"Nope," Sam grinned. "The Hive gives you opportunities you could never dream of. Without it, I'd still be stuck with having sex with Gavin only three times a month." She could see the wheels turning in Carla's head. "You've been with Michael for 20 years. Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be with someone else?"

"No!" said Carla quickly. A little too quickly. Sam continued to smile.

"You've also only had three children. What if you could have more of them?"

"More kids? But Sam, I'm 40 years old!"

"It doesn't matter once you've joined the Hive," said Sam. "I've had a Hive pregnancy."

"You've had a child, Sam?"

"Of a sort," said Sam, thinking of the Greater Intelligence. She was simultaneously proud and horrified by what she had given birth to. She wondered what had happened to it when it had been removed from her body.

"But you can get pregnant again, Carla. Multiple times."

"No," said Carla, flushing red. But again, Sam could tell that the possibility intrigued Carla. A lot of possibilities intrigued Carla, now that she had taken a rider.

As they jogged, Carla stared at Sam's body. For some reason, she found her sister even more gorgeous than the day before. Sam's well toned breasts bounced up and down in her Survey Service bra. Her beautiful blonde hair glistened with healthy sweat. She gave Carla stealthy glances out of the corner of her eyes, combined with little smiles which made Carla shiver. As Carla watched Sam's ass cheeks clench and unclench inside her tight jogging shorts, she wondered what was happening to make her think about Sam in such a way.

After they had finished their run, Sam said, "That was a good workout. Would you like to come back to my place for coffee?"

Coffee. Carla knew the meaning of that now. She was about to say no, but then she thought how beautiful her sister's eyes looked in the morning light. She found herself nodding.

"Good," Sam smiled, sending a jolt of electricity through Carla.

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When they got back to Sam's place, they drank coffee for a short time. The tension in the air was thick. The conversation was short and awkward. They both felt the tension in the air. They both knew what was going to happen. Finally, Sam smiled and started to take off her shirt. Carla felt her pulse jump when she saw Sam's beautiful breasts encased in their Survey Service bra. Sam saw her sister staring at her. "Come on, Carla," she said, putting a hand on her arm.

Carla tried to restrain her eagerness as she finally had an excuse to take her shirt off. She never, ever would have initiated. But even as she removed her shirt, she thought to herself, What am I doing? Carla was still trying to figure that out when she took her appointed place on the couch and her back made contact with Sam's-

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Carla blinked. Her body was sweaty and exhausted. She had just... they had just... she looked over at Sam, who nodded.

"Was it...."

"Real?" Sam finished for her. "In some ways."

"But... I'm... I'm not....." Carla struggled to find the words.

Sam took her sister's hands. "Carla, you're in the Hive now. There's no need to worry about boundaries." She looked Carla in the eyes. "Have you had sex with Michael yet, since you joined the Hive?"

Carla shook her head.

"Do it," said Sam firmly.

"But you said it would strengthen my rider."

"It will, but Carla, your rider is going to mature in a few days regardless of what you do," said Sam. "Don't delude yourself into thinking it will be otherwise." She looked into Carla's eyes. "Try it, and see what happens."

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That evening, Michael made another advance, and this time Carla responded. They kissed and hugged and gently shed each other's clothing. Carla was careful to make sure that Michael didn't see her back. She had a close call when he almost wrapped his arms around her shoulder blades, but she quickly wiggled out of it, and stifled his questioning look with a kiss.

Carla had planned to let Michael be on top, so she would make fewer exertions, but somehow found herself on top instead. As she rode up and down on her husband's erect penis, she realized how that was happening more and more lately, how she was intending to do one thing but ended up doing another. She wondered if her rider had anything to do with it.

She didn't have much time to think about it however as she felt incredibly aroused. She had had sex with Michael before where she rode on top, of course, but it never felt like this. Carla felt waves and waves of pleasure shooting from her vagina. She groaned with pleasure. She had not one dutiful orgasm but three before their lovemaking was over. Her enthusiasm infected Michael, and he shot into her twice with more volume than she had felt in some time.

As they lay together afterwards, Michael said, "Wow. Something's changed."

"It has?" Carla asked anxiously.

"You," said Michael. "You're full of sexual energy. I haven't seen you like this in years."

"Years?" said Carla.

"Yeah. You were great," Michael leaned over to kiss her, and then promptly lay back and fell asleep. In moments, he was snoring.

Carla lay on her side of the bed, her mind awhirl with thoughts.

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When Carla woke up the next morning, she found herself looking in the mirror standing sideways and smiling as she looked at her rider. She frowned as she remembered that it was some kind of parasite. Or was it? It felt like her rider was talking to her in her sleep, telling her things. Maybe Sam was right. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

When Carla went running with Sam that morning, she somehow found herself telling Sam about her experience the night before with Michael.

"Sam, it felt five times better than any sex I've ever had before," said Carla, in a slightly embarrassed voice. She had never talked with Sam before about such intimate things, never!

"I know," said Sam, jogging in step with her sister. Their breasts bounced together at the same time. Even the riders on their backs pulsed in synch.

"I mean, the sensations, they were all amplified!"

"I know," Sam grinned.

"It felt... it felt...."

"Great?" Sam asked, making eye contact with her sister.

"Better than great," said Carla. She looked hesitant. "Maybe... this rider thing has a few good sides to it."

"That could be," said Sam.

After they finished their run, Sam invited Carla back to her place.

"For more... coffee?" Carla asked.

"No," said Sam, looking her sister in the eye. "To commune." It was time to be open about it. To get Carla to acknowledge what she was doing would help with her conversion process.

"All right," said Carla, blushing as she looked away.

Carla was still shy about being physical with her sister. But with enough repetition, that would be stripped away as well. When they got back to Sam's apartment, Sam smiled as Carla eagerly removed her shirt, even before Sam did. Sam took off her shirt and said, "You know, it feels even better when you take your bra off." She casually unhooked her bra. Her large breasts came spilling out.

Carla stared at Sam's large breasts. They looked exactly like they did when Sam made love to her in... that other place.

"Uh... all right," said Carla, suddenly feeling embarrassed. She took off her bra. Like Sam, she had heavy breasts, but hers were wider and flatter than Sam's, which stuck out more. She put her hands over her breasts protectively. Sam had already seen her naked... or had she? Carla was still uncertain about Communing.

Sam walked over to her sister and pulled her hands down. "Your breasts are beautiful," she said.

Carla blushed. "They are?" Carla.

Sam smiled as she gently caressed one of Carla's teats. Carla shivered. "Yes," said Sam, giving Carla a sexy smile.

Carla stared into her sister's brilliant green eyes. They were filled with promise, with lust... for her. For a moment, Carla thought they might kiss.

And then the moment passed. Sam started removing her shorts.

"What are you doing?"

"Communing is better without a bra. But it's best when you take everything off."

"Everything?" said Carla watching as Sam pulled down her shorts. As Sam bent over, Carla saw the rider on her back. It was truly huge, with three shiny golden bands on its hard, meaty exterior. Who was she talking to now, Sam, or her rider?

"Everything," Sam repeated, hooking her thumbs into her panties before pulling those down too. Then she stood there with her arms on her hips, her eyes shining, looking at her sister without a hint of shame.

Carla pursed her lips as she saw her dear sister naked for the first time ever. Sam had a remarkably sexy body. Even though Carla was not a lesbian she was forced to be honest about that. Sam had lean, muscular thighs, and between her legs... between her legs was a crisp golden yellow triangle of blonde-brown pubic hair. Sam's labia was thick and red. And above it was something glowing, an alien symbol Carla didn't quite understand.

Sam noticed her gaze and Carla blushed. Part of her said it was wrong, that she should leave at once, even as Carla started pulling down her own shorts. As she stepped out of them, she hooked her fingers into her panties. She saw Sam, totally nude, looking expectantly at her. Her sister was simply gorgeous. Carla felt her rider pulsating between her shoulder blades.

"Come on, Carla, you're almost there," said Sam. "Take it off. Take it all off. I want to see you naked."

"You do?" said Carla.

Sam nodded.

Carla wet her lips, her heart pounding, and slowly lowered her panties. Her head turned downwards. She was now as naked as her sister.

Gentle fingers lifted her by the chin. "Carla, you're gorgeous," said Sam.

"I... I am?" said Carla. No one had ever told her that before, no one except her husband Michael.

"Yes," said Sam, her eyes sparkling.

"Thanks," Said Carla, resisting the urge to cover herself with her hands. "You... you're pretty too," she stammered.

Sam looked into her eyes, and then leaned forward and kissed Carla. It was their very first kiss in the real world. They had kissed before in communing, of course, but Carla hadn't been sure if that had been real. And they had kissed each others as sisters, of course, but those had been dry pecks on the cheek. Nothing like this.

Sam grinded her lips against her dear sister's. Carla moaned as she felt a wave of sexual pleasure emanating from her rider. She felt her nipples starting to tingle. When Sam pulled back, she said, "Did you like that?"

"Yes." The answer came in a barely audible whisper, and Carla was blushing.

"Are you ready to commune with me, dear sister?"

Carla nodded dumbly. Sam was sexy, Sam was attractive, but Sam was also her sister!

Sam went and sat on the couch with her back turned to Carla. Carla looked at the thick, triple banded creature on Sam's back. It was hard and rigid and huge, covering half of Samantha's back. It pulsated, its gold bands shining brightly. Sam's rider horrified Carla... and yet she also felt strangely drawn to it.

"Come on, Carla, aren't you coming?" Sam asked, patting the seat next to her on the couch, as if it were perfectly normal to sit nude with her sister while they both had creatures on their back.

But the tingling deep in Carla's groin would not be denied. What she was about to do was shameful, but she needed it. Carla took a deep breath and sat on the couch with her back to Sam. She leaned backwards, just a little more, just a little more....

Contact.

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When Carla came out of it, she wasn't just sweaty, she was sticky. Her vaginal lips were glistening with fluid, and her nipples were hard. Her body felt like she had just had sex.

She turned and looked at Sam. Sam was just as sweaty, and her nipples were erect too.

"Sam, did we just...."

"We did," said Sam, grinning from ear to ear. Sam turned her around and inspected her rider. "You're almost there."

"Almost where?" Carla felt terrified and hopeful.

"Your rider. I can see the beginnings of your first band. You're almost there," said Sam. She traced the outline of Carla's immature rider. The skin was soft and moist. Carla shivered as she felt a tingle go through her body.