Carson Evolved Ch. 07

"Of course, dear," she replied, with a smile. Lowering her voice, she spoke into his ear. "I know you want to take things slow with Corinne, but don't go too slow. The things that girl wants to do to you? You wind her up too much and you might not survive. In fact, after I leave, you should call her in here and bend her over your desk and fuck her into a puddle. She's been fantasizing about that for a long time."

"How do you know that?" he asked.

With a smile, she whispered, "Because that's all I thought about when I sat in that chair, and we are a lot alike."

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh...yeah. In fact," she said, sliding off his lap and back to her original position. "I think she might be kinkier than I am. There's just something about the way she looks at you. I think you've got your hands full with that one."

Carson glanced back through the doorway. Corinne was diligently working, but as if sensing his gaze, she looked up at him and smiled hugely. He smiled back, thinking to himself that there was definitely a connection that he'd overlooked previously.

"We'll see," he said. "I still want to be cautious, but I have a feeling we'll be intimate sooner than later."

Sam changed topics. "I really did want to talk with you a little bit before dinner, though. Aunt Cara may look like Mom and I, but from what I've heard about her life before she married my uncle, she was a lot wilder. She made up her mind to settle down when she got married, but I know there's still that streak in her. You've just got to unlock that door she's kept closed."

"Actually," he replied, "I've been thinking about this. The first thing that has to happen is the 'connection,' for lack of a better term. If I don't feel the same buzz that I felt when I met your mom, I'm not pursuing her at all. Are we clear on that?"

"Absolutely," she agreed.

"Okay. Assuming we have that potential, then I'm going to use my mental powers to try and figure out how each of them would respond to my interest in her. I've been curious about something, and this might be a good time to try it out. So far, I've only been listening to thoughts. I'm wondering if I could implant a thought or suggestion in someone, influence their behavior somehow. What do you think?"

After a moment's thought, Sam said, "I hadn't thought of that, but it's a natural extension of the idea. We do need to see just what you're capable of. I say you should go for it."

"I'm hoping that Stephen is naturally interested in letting his wife play like this, but if not, I might be able to swing his thoughts to accepting it. And, I've never really used the pheromone thing since that day here in the office. Maybe I can use that, too."

"Do whatever you think will work, Carson. The important part, after establishing that you have a connection with her, is making a baby with her. I know she's going to be so happy when she gets pregnant." Gathering her things, Sam kissed him on the cheek and said, "I'll see you at home. Our reservation is not until 6:30, so you'll have time to dress at home."

After she was gone, Carson spun his chair to stare out the window. The only thing that bothered him about this plan was how close it came to the line he'd always refused to cross: bullying. He was really, really, hoping that there was a natural connection between him and Cara, and that her husband was already supportive. He was reluctant to push very hard to overcome any objections either of them might have.

*****

Carson was in the midst of buttoning the shirt he'd been given to wear to dinner this evening. I don't even get to pick my own wardrobe, now? he thought. He was ruminating on that thought when he happened to pick up something the news broadcaster was saying. He rewound the segment the hear the entire report.

Tonight, scientists remain baffled as to the cause of the rise in male infertility. The bureau of public health has issued a revised estimate of the effect of the mysterious illness. Estimates range from a low of 22% to almost 40% of men in the next five years becoming sterile if no cure is found. Researchers continue to express optimism that a cause will be identified, and a cure developed, in the coming months.

Turning now to tonight's Gravball match...

Carson turned the volume back down. A chill travelled down his spine. We've got to figure out a way to get more people on this, he thought.

*****

The chatter of the restaurant faded into the background the moment Carson first laid eyes on Cara Dekker, Sam's aunt. Despite her assurance that Cara was like an older sister who looked much like Sam and her mother, Carson hadn't quite expected her to affect him quite so strongly. Even from across the room, there was a natural sway to her body that he found very seductive. As she approached their table, Sam and Carson rose to greet her.

"Aunt Cara!" cried Sam, wrapping her in a hug.

Cara was only slightly more subdued in her response. Holding her niece at arm's length, she said, "Sammy-bear! Look at you, all grown up and married. And with a baby, no less."

Sam blushed slightly. She motioned Carson a little closer. "Aunt Cara, this is my husband, Carson. And this little guy," she said, hefting her infant son, "is Connor." While she was retrieving her son, Carson extended his hand towards Cara.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cara. Sam has told me nothing but good things about you."

Cara clasped his hand in reply. Before she could speak, however, a wave of tingles washed over her body. Immediately, her nipples hardened, and she felt her lower lips begin to flower. She'd reacted physically to attractive men before, but this was way beyond her experience. She'd never felt such an intense, immediate reaction. Unbidden, an image of Carson bending her over the table in the restaurant and taking her forcefully came to mind.

Momentarily stunned, she fumbled in her response. "The pleasure, uh, the pleasure's all mine," she finally managed to utter. Both Carson and Sam seemed to be watching her carefully, and she immediately felt guilty for fantasizing about her niece's husband. She couldn't bring herself to meet Carson's eyes, just then. To cover her embarrassment, she reached for the baby. "What a beautiful little boy! He looks just like his daddy." Connor gurgled appreciatively as she reached for him. He hadn't quite progressed to babbling yet, but his toothless grin and slobber covered chin were guaranteed to melt the hearts of any woman he came in contact with, and he seemed to know it instinctually.

Sam beamed at the compliment as well. "I couldn't be happier about that either. Some women might be offended that they didn't get more of the appearance, but I happen to find Carson irresistible, so I'm okay with it."

"He has your nose," Carson protested, "And that hair definitely has some fiery highlights that didn't come from me."

"Fair enough," Sam agreed.

As the group slid back into the booth, Sam maneuvered Carson into the spot adjacent to Cara, claiming the need to be able to tend to the baby. The booth wasn't the roomiest, and when Cara found her knee and thigh in contact with Carson's, she felt her skin pebble in goose bumps where they touched. It was distracting, but a pleasant distraction, as she felt an itch begin growing between her thighs.

They placed their orders and began making small talk. Every few minutes, as the hostess seated newly arrived guests, Cara would glance up hopefully. Each time she sagged in disappointment. Finally, she sighed in exasperation. "I don't know what's keeping that husband of mine."

"Maybe he got caught in traffic or something?" offered Carson.

"That's probably it," agreed Sam. Cara didn't look convinced.

Reluctantly, she said, "I...We're...Things aren't going so good these days with us. Stephen's struggling, and I don't know how to help him. I don't think he's coming," she finished, a tear in her eye.

Carson debated a moment before taking her hand. "Is there anything we can do to help?"

Immediately, she thought, You can take me home and fuck me hard. Just as abruptly, she very nearly gasped aloud at how the thought had just popped into her mind. Shakily, she pulled her hand from Carson's and said, "Unless you can fix Stephen's back, there's not much to be done, I'm afraid."

Carson half-listened as she detailed her husband's sinking depression, and their subsequent fighting. In truth, he was almost as distracted by Cara's presence as she was by his. He'd 'heard' her thought, though he hadn't been actively scanning. And she was radiating an unfamiliar signal to him. It was a kind of pulsing sensation, much like a heartbeat. Whatever it was, however he was receiving it, if he didn't maintain active control of his cock, he found himself rock hard and straining for release.

"What seems to be the biggest issue?" asked Sam.

Cara sighed. "You know we tried to have a baby, right?" Sam nodded, so she continued. "When it didn't take, we didn't have any way of trying again. We both want children so badly; even in my wildest days, it was always in my plans to have several kids. Stephen works at what he can, but truthfully, he can't bring in much. Between that and not being able to father children, he doesn't think he's much of a man."

Sam looked pensively at her. "Is there anything else?"

Cara blushed. "I, uh, I don't know if you want to hear about the other stuff," she mumbled nervously. "I just met your husband, after all. I wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea about me." She smiled self-consciously, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear as she glanced at Carson.

"Is it sexual?" asked Sam with feigned innocence.

"Sam!" exclaimed her aunt, while Carson said, "Sam, that's enough."

"What? I've heard the stories, Aunt Cara. And we're all adults here. There's no need to ignore the reality that everyone has needs."

Carson took her hand. "That doesn't mean everyone wants to talk about it, either. Let's give your aunt a little courtesy, shall we?"

Surprisingly, it was Cara who cut off that avenue. "No. She's right. And I don't mind talking about it. I didn't think I'd be sharing this with you tonight, but..." looking at Carson, she said, "There's just something about you. I feel like I can open up and trust you." What she didn't say out loud was how Carson's proximity was affecting her. In short, she was wet and only getting more so.

"Sam's right. Before the accident, we were able to...how to say this delicately...satisfy each other regularly. But, Stephen's not able to do the things he used to do for me, obviously, and it's become a bit of a problem for both of us. The truth is, before Stephen and I married, I...uh, enjoyed...a certain, uh, level of physical intimacy, shall we say, with men I was seeing. I gave that all up for my husband, of course, but..."

"But...you miss all the things you used to do?" finished Sam.

Cara didn't exactly blush, but she seemed nervous to admit how much she missed sex. Sam noticed that she kept glancing at Carson out of the corner of her eye; she probably didn't even realize she was doing it.

"I guess you could say that," she said quietly. She turned her head, seemingly to avoid making eye contact. Sam took the opportunity to make eye contact with her husband. She cocked an eyebrow at him questioningly. He smiled, knowing what she was driving at. He gave her the very slightest of nods, prompting a big smile on Sam's face.

Returning her attention to her aunt, Sam suggested they lighten the mood a little bit. She engaged Cara in discussions about Connor, glossing over questions about how she'd met Carson, only saying that they'd worked together. As she did so, Carson focused on the sensation of their thighs touching each other and decided to take a peek into her mind to gauge her response to him.

From what he'd heard of Cara's wild side, and the dismal state of her marriage and sex life, Carson probably shouldn't have been surprised at what he saw, but he was.

Unlike Tilda, who envisioned herself as a prisoner until her desires could be fully unleashed with him, or Helena, who always seemed to see him as some sort of monarch reigning over a sea of mostly female faces, what Carson saw in Cara's mind was very much as he imagined the bridge of a space ship. There was a large viewing screen in the front of the room, and various control panels were stationed around the perimeter. It was obviously a small vessel, intended for a limited crew to operate. What struck Carson most was how there seemed to be an emergency in progress.

Commander Cara was working her way around to the various stations, each of which seemed to have smoke rising from them or crackles of electricity skittering across the surface. As she attempted to manipulate the various controls, she kept glancing at the forward view screen. Like a ghost, Carson could watch everything happening without her being aware of his presence. He turned to look at the screen with her and realized what was happening.

The scenes on display were explicit, and they changed frequently. One thing they all shared in common: Carson. He was amused to see that she was a very, very dirty girl. Loud, vulgar, aggressive—she seemed to want him to take her hard, fast, and often. The setting apparently didn't matter, either. Sometimes they had an audience, like when she was riding him in front of her niece, thanking her for sharing her husband. One scene flashed by so quickly that Carson almost missed it. Cara was on her knees with Carson taking her roughly from behind. In front of her, though, Sam was laid on her back with her legs spread. Cara was doing her best to pleasure her niece despite the thrusts that were keeping her off balance. The next scene featured Cara, tied to something that she called a breeding pole, begging him to fuck her harder and knock her up while he pounded into her.

The final scene that flashed on the screen before he left Cara's mind showed an unfamiliar, petite, blonde woman astride Carson as he lay on his back, his legs off the edge of the bed. The woman was positioned in such a way that her hips were right at the edge of the bed. Cara was wearing a strapon dildo that she was using to pummel the other woman's ass. As she did so, she was saying, "That's right. Ride my husband's cock, you slut. He's gonna breed you now. That's what you want, right? Beg him for his cum. Say it!"

Husband? he thought. He was pretty sure it was him on the bed, not Stephen.

Carson was struggling to keep his erection under control, but before he left her mind, he took one more look at Commander Cara. She was frantically pushing buttons, turning switches, and twisting knobs, hoping to stop whatever was happening to her ship. He realized that her subconscious self was struggling with guilty feelings about her attraction to Carson. Internally, he chuckled as the images changed faster and faster, in spite of her best efforts. Apparently, she was experiencing the same attraction for him that he was for her. She was muttering under her breath, "Can't let him capture me. How'd this happen? My ship should have been invisible. If he catches me, I'll never escape." She seemed increasingly desperate, a tear leaking from her eye.

Over the course of the meal, Cara struggled with how to respond to the feelings building within her, caused, apparently, by Carson's touch. And yet, like a child touching an electric fence to feel the mild shock, she challenged herself to hold the contact longer and longer, just to see how much the sensation built. To her disappointment, she couldn't bring herself to orgasm, but she was on the edge, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

Though Cara tried to hide her response, to Sam's practiced eye, it was plain as day. Her aunt wanted Carson, and she wanted him bad. She probably wasn't quite there yet. Sam found it difficult to remain patient, as she could easily see that the response between the two was much stronger than it had been between her mother and husband. And, if she was honest, there was something extremely exciting about knowing her Carson could have just about any woman he wanted. She'd only watched him with one other woman, Mila, and even then, only once. That time, though, she'd done nothing more than marvel as she watched his muscular body driving that thick cock of his deep into her pussy. He was a marvelous lover, and the sounds of pleasure coming from Mila had been...exciting.

I wonder if Carson will let me watch when he finally takes Aunt Cara? she wondered idly.

Dinner was winding down when Sam decided that she needed to get a better feel for where her aunt's thinking was just then. She turned to Carson and said, "Sweetie, would you mind taking Connor home and putting him to bed? I haven't seen my aunt in so long, I thought maybe we could get a drink and catch up a bit?" Looking at her aunt, she asked, "That is, if you don't mind driving me home?" Cara assured her that was fine.

Carson nodded in understanding. "No problem. I've got that proposal to work on for Corinne anyway." Seeing the surprised look on her face, Carson winked with the eye away from Cara.

Sam smiled, suddenly very pleased with her husband. If she understood him correctly, there would soon be another Lioness in the enticing form of his work wife. She was actually very excited for Corinne, knowing from the moment she'd met the younger woman that she was deeply devoted to Carson, and had dreamed of being with him for quite a while.

"Thanks, my love."

The two groups stood. Carson turned to Cara and said, "I enjoyed meeting you very much. I'm so sorry for what you and your husband are going through. Just know that whatever we have is available to you. If you need to get away, or just want someone to talk to, we're just a call away. Don't hesitate, okay?" With that, he pulled her into a hug that caused each of them to hum with energy. Cara felt drawn to Carson, and safe. She hugged him tightly, hoping that he couldn't feel how tight her nipples had gotten or smell her arousal at his touch. Even his smell is making me horny, she thought.

Carson allowed his full length to harden against her stomach as he held her tightly, making no effort to hide his excitement. Just to tease her a little, he willed away his erection as he pulled away from her. He leaned in to kiss her cheek, and he could tell that her instinct was telling her to meet his lips with hers. He was pleased to notice she couldn't help but glance at his crotch when they finally separated. He was amused when a tiny glimpse of her confusion over what she'd felt, but couldn't obviously see, crossed her face.

He came around to kiss and hug his wife. The kiss she received was suitable for public display, but his thoughts were anything but. As he hugged her, he projected his thoughts to her. I want her so much. And she wants me more than she thought possible. But she's feeling guilty about her husband. Find out where they're at. I don't want to end a marriage, but I don't think she's very happy either. I'm going to see if I can push her to ask about our sex life. I doubt she'd ask something like that otherwise, so it'll be a good test of my powers.

She nodded in agreement as he stepped back and gathered their son. As he was walked away and without looking back, he sent her one last thought: Don't be too long. I'm going to wreck you when you get home. He didn't even need to peek to feel the effect his words had on her.

Redirecting his thoughts, he imagined the control room in Cara's head again. This time, though, he imagined her receiving orders from HQ. To Commander Cara's surprise, she was directed to determine her adversary's sexual proclivities by any means necessary so that HQ could send a sparrow operative to seduce him. He smiled to himself as he walked through the door, because Commander Cara was cursing to herself about how close to the target she was going to have to get in order to complete her mission.