Chronicle - Mel and Chris Ch. 05

"I owe you one," she said before she caught his eyes, "maybe I'll make it ice cream worthy?"

"Sounds good," he winked and kissed her quickly.

"But I still don't know why all this tonight!"

He looked up and she turned her head to see the rear of a white van that had stopped just past the driveway, most of it obscured by the high hedge that separated them from the neighbors.

"Anna's coming for dinner," he said, "that's her I'd say."

"Anna? Haven't seen her since your party before spring break... do need to thank her."

The van stayed motionless for a moment before it slickly reversed into the driveway and came to a stop with the rear side passenger door even with the side door on the house.

"She's bringing her mother," he said simply, "and a couple of her mother's friends, I'd assume. They're all a bit... odd."

Sam's mouth dropped open and it took her a moment. "Her mom? Her mom's dead. And her dad. The accident..."

Sam was suddenly conscious of their clinch, the sun was low which left the yard in heavy shadow but they were still visible to the van's mirrors. She spun but kept herself alongside Chris so they both faced the van as it went quiet.

"Not her Mustang?"

"Too many people."

The driver's door opened and Anna jumped out and quickly walked around the back of the van.

"Hey, Chris, Sam, hi," she said, they each lifted an arm in a wave. She pulled open the rear doors and they saw a box and a silver item. Movement was visible inside the van but no faces were visible.

"Is that a pony keg, Anna?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, just leave it, I'll get one of... um," she pointed at the van, "them. You have that tub for it? It's cold, we have ice."

"Yeah, Sam, can you open the garage door? I need to dump these briquettes and smooth out the pile, still have CO2 in there," the redhead nodded, used her hidden hand to squeeze his ass and turned to walk through the open door in the side of the garage and tapped the button and heard the opener crank the big door. She saw the washtub on its hook and took a step and froze. She felt something odd, she knew she was flushed from Chris's attention but there was something more. She looked. Oh. Her right breast was almost completely exposed with her bra and shirt pushed down. Had Anna seen? Had her jacket covered the view? Her face heated a bit more and she quickly adjusted her bra and shirt to force the still hard nipple out of sight before taking a slow and deep breath. She grabbed the tub and watched the back of the door as it rose and saw black clad legs approach from the direction of the van and Chris's jeans and sneakers at the right edge of the garage.

She saw the bottom edge of the keg. Held by someone. Some one. A full pony keg? She smiled as Chris bent and slipped under the door as it rose and she watched him walk to the corner where the tub had been for the CO2 cylinder. She turned back to look toward the van and her jaw dropped and she almost dropped the washtub. Nothing about this evening seemed to make sense.

The man who held the keg was huge. Sam thought that Bobby was the biggest guy she'd ever met. He'd left a big and chunky guy early last summer and had returned a big and toned guy but since hooking up with Anna they'd both been dedicated gym rats and they were ripped. Even in the strange and ugly black suit it was obvious this man was bulkier than both of them. He had a black hat on, the kind she'd seen her dad and uncles wear when she was very young, that kind in the old detective movies. His dark hair was short and he had dark sunglasses on.

"Hey, Sam," Anna stopped next to the huge man, each hand carried a large bag of ice, "you ok? You look pretty flushed."

"Uh..."

"She'll be fine," said Chris as he took the tub from the redhead and set it on the concrete floor, "your friend is a bit, um, intimidating."

"Oh, hey," the tall brunette said, "Sam, this is Hardy. Hardy, Sam. He already met Chris."

Sam saw the merest nod from the man before Anna said something softly but it wasn't English. The man took a step and put the keg into the tub. She ignored Chris and Anna dumping the ice to surround the keg as she walked out of the garage and watched the man, Hardy, as he took a few steps and seemed to scan the back yard that was hidden by buildings and hedges. He moved smoothly and more lightly than seemed proper for a man his size.

"Bobby teaching that weightlifting class tonight?" Sam heard Chris's question, he seemed to be miles away.

"Yeah, Mondays and Wednesdays like last quarter. He has my car," Anna's last bit didn't express pure joy, "first week of the quarter, not a good one to miss. I usually go and work out while he teaches it, wear the skimpiest leotard I have. Lots of hot muscle boys there to watch, he doesn't mind me leering because I take it out on him after."

"Any blood get to their MUSCLES?" Chris said with a chuckle.

"Not if I can help it!"

Sam shook her head. The girl was as bad as Mel! She tried to rerun the events since she'd come outside but Chris had totally derailed her thoughts. Not that she minded too much, at least he'd noticed her new clothes. And more. Hardy glanced at the grill full of hot briquettes, looked at the picnic table, then walked a tight circle before he went between the van and the house and stopped to stand at the front corner and seemed to watch the road.

Mother. Sam's review got to that point. She turned, Anna and Chris laughed softly at something as he finished hooking up the CO2 cylinder and he directed Anna to get one of the plastic cups from a sleeve. Unsurprisingly, foam filled it and she poured it over the ice. A second filling began to run liquid.

Anna's mother. Not dead in a car accident. Here. Where? Sam looked at the house. She turned back to the pair who sampled the amber liquid in the clear plastic cup. Had she actually been a missionary?

"Anna," she turned her head, "your mother? I thought..."

"I... I might've been a bit... well, inaccurate. But I guarantee my dad has passed away."

'Inaccurate?' Sam mulled the word. Chris handed the cup to Anna and walked off as Sam heard footsteps on the concrete driveway, likely Mel bringing food out for Chris to cook. Anna retrieved another cup.

"Want one Sam? I can guarantee you've never had this beer."

"Isn't this one of Bobby's specials?"

"No," the tall brunette said as she carefully filled the cup, "my mother brought it."

She handed it to Sam as someone stepped alongside.

"Is this the special brew? Hey, Sam, hi, sorry about in there, Mel's a bit hyper tonight and dragged me away. Nice shirt, good as your angel costume."

She sipped the beer. "Thanks, Joyce. At least Chris noticed me. Hey, this is really good."

Joyce accepted a cup and sipped. "Anna, this IS good. What's the story?"

"I'll let mom explain," she had Joyce hold a cup as she filled a second, "if we can pry her off of Chris."

Sam's immediate anger at that surprised her but she thought she mostly hid it. She and Joyce turned and followed Anna out of the garage and just around the corner where she saw Chris and a woman next to him. They looked at something on the tray of burgers and hot dogs on the picnic table. The woman was oddly dressed, high heeled boots, a long skirt with slits on the sides and some sort of cloak or cape that reached just to her thighs.

With a hood. She seemed to be about the same height as Sam, although in her sneakers Sam would be looking up a bit. But the woman was definitely shorter than her daughter.

But mostly Sam noticed the woman's posture as she leaned into Chris, a position that had been hers just a few minutes earlier. Holy shit, Chris was such a slut! But she paused. Was she really upset? It's not like she hadn't been the one who'd dumped him... And if this was Anna's mother she had to be how old...

She glanced to her left, saw Joyce's enigmatic smile and her slight head shake as she looked at the pair. And thought of Maria before she looked back as the woman snuggled even more tightly against Chris.

"Mom," Anna said sharply as she stopped at the woman's left shoulder, "if you don't get off him he won't be able to cook dinner for us."

Sam watched the stranger's head turn but the hood obscured any view of the face and she stayed close to Chris.

"He iss a thorough and smart male," Sam's expression showed concentration at the accent, then her mouth dropped as she watched a slender arm covered to the elbow by the cape rub across Chris's back before the hand found its way onto his right ass cheek, "he wantss to learn to prepare my food properly."

"Don't try to figure where she's from, Sam," Joyce's voice was low, "just ride it out."

"Ok, well I got him a beer to try," Anna's voice was firm, "and people are hungry. Besides, you're being rude. You've wanted to meet Sam."

Sam heard an odd growl before the hand pressed quickly between Chris's legs then it retreated and the woman reached out and grabbed one of the beers from Anna then stepped away and turned toward Chris.

"We call thiss 'Highrider Red,' my paeple made it, pleasse tell me if it iss good."

Chris nodded and accepted a cup and sipped. Then he looked forward and took a long and slow drink.

"Vicki, that's excellent. It's even better than what Bobby and Howard usually get us."

The woman, Vicki apparently, seemed to purr from what Sam could hear. She suddenly remembered she had a cup in her hand and took a drink. Chris was right. It really was very good.

"Now, I better get cooking or else we will be going hungry. Laurel and Hardy are fine with just burgers and hot dogs?"

"Indeed," Vicki confirmed, "three or four of each for each of them should be adequate."

She took the half empty cup from Chris and handed it to Anna. "Be a good daughter and refill it for him."

Anna huffed but walked quickly to the keg. Vicki turned and walked toward Joyce as Chris set to work on transferring meats from the platter he had on the picnic table onto the hot side of the long rectangular grill. Sounds of sizzling were immediate.

"Detective," Vicki said and Joyce raised her beer glass slightly before the caped woman turned and faced the redhead with a quick glance back at Joyce.

"Sam," the detective said and Sam glanced at her then back at the strange face, "I'd like to introduce Vikrangia Skyburster, Council President of the Second Sylvan Expedition, call her Vicki. This is Samantha Taylor, but call her Sam."

"You are the biologisst, Ssam. I am also a biologisst."

Sam started to speak but just stood with her mouth gaped open. Anna's mom was indeed about her height, she saw hair not far from Aron's milk chocolate brown gathered by the hood to fall across a bare, left shoulder. The cape was gathered below the chin but was otherwise open and showed a sari-like garment that wrapped around breasts that easily matched hers and then around the waist to fall in front and behind but open down the outsides of her thighs. Her upper chest and her stomach showed pale skin that reminded Sam of her own skin. And firm but not bulky muscles.

Except Vicki's skin had some sort of pattern on it.

The eyes were brown, not gold like the picture and like those eyes Vicki's had no whites. But the face. Sam's subconscious forced her training into gear. Despite the eyes, she and Anna... matched. Their cheekbones, more. There was a connection. Somehow.

Sam slowly realized two things. Vicki's right hand was held out and lips the same color as her skin surrounded a mouth that was in a broad smile. Sam blinked repeatedly and took a deep breath before she shifted her beer to her left hand and finally reached. The fingers were long and wrapped around her hand unexpectedly and the skin had an odd feel, more like a pelt with the fur removed.

"I like surprise, sorry about my cape," Vicki released Sam's hand, "my daughter inssisted I wear it."

"No... no...," Sam managed.

"Sam," the redhead turned to Joyce's voice, "breathe, ok? My CPR is really rusty..."

"Are you really... mother...," was all Sam could manage.

"Yess, I am Anna'ss proud mother," Vicki said, "I have pictures of her ass a baby, inside the houshe. After dinner."

"Missionary?"

"Yess, in a way," Joyce chuckled at the alien's answer, "I would like to talk DNA with you someday. But maybe not time tonight."

"Oh, yeah, I... would like that," Sam nodded and fought the urge to run to the street and throw herself under the next bus. Vicki wagged her head from side to side a couple of times and grabbed a beer out of Anna's hand after her daughter had set a full one on the table where Chris had already retrieved it for a long swallow. Mother's and daughter's eyes crackled at each other for a moment and Anna huffed and walked to the keg to apparently get herself one.

"I will go insside," Vicki said, "see how they are doing."

Sam watched her walk away. Her training again kicked in and she registered the gait, the not quite human flow as she moved. Her panic receded before she looked at Joyce.

"You... could've told me, detective."

"Oh?" Joyce's voice was light.

"Anna really wasn't born in Africa, was she?"

"No, Sam," Joyce's voice was soft even though the tall girl followed her mother into the house, Chris caught both sets of eyes through the heat haze that rose off of his grill, "it was a bit further than that."

International Relations

Sam

"C'mon, let's go," Sam said as the naked redhead slid off the bed and grabbed her lover's hands and pulled.

"Where, Sam? What...," an equally-naked Teresa said as she resisted for a moment before she relented and slid off the bed.

"I need to see... they're... up there," Sam said as she released Teresa's hands and twisted and looked in the single lamp's light at the pile of clothes on the floor before her eyes found the two robes. She seemed surprised they were in the usual places on the pair of hooks on the closed bedroom door. She walked quickly to the door and grabbed Teresa's robe and tossed it to her and hurriedly pulled her own on and sloppily tied the wrap so it covered only her erect pink nipples and left the inner swell of each breast exposed. She reached her left hand out and impatiently shook it while she looked at the door and back at Teresa.

"Chris's room," Teresa said slowly, "you want to go up to Chris's room?"

"SHE's up there," Sam's voice had an edge of anxiety, "with them. Those two."

"They're always bringing chicks home," Teresa said but her smile cracked a bit.

Sam leaned and grabbed Teresa's hand. The thin girl still held her robe but hadn't put it on and resisted slightly until Sam looked at her again. Teresa offered a slight nod then shook her hand loose and swung her robe as she pulled it on.

"Go," she said, "I'm right behind you."

Sam smiled broadly and opened the door and walked out as Teresa cinched her robe as she followed, both barefoot. Sam quickly took the three steps on the basement linoleum and hit the carpeted stairs and climbed rapidly, her robe flapped around the middle of her thighs as the loosely tied sash gave up and the robe fell open but it didn't slow the redhead.

She stopped at the top of the stairs and glanced back as Teresa climbed at a deliberate pace. A voice to her left caused Sam to twist her head and look through the kitchen to the dining room table beyond.

A blocky head with its dark hair in a crew cut turned slightly to glance at her without changing its stern expression, eyes still hidden behind the dark glasses. The second head followed its turn, the short ponytail swished but otherwise the expression was like a mirror. Both heads turned back to the cards held in two sets of large hands with small piles on the table in front of each and their hats on the table. Sam had the immediate impression the two 'guards,' Laurel and Hardy for some unexplained reason, were playing War. A game she hadn't played since she'd been ten years old.

Just at that moment Anna came around the corner, apparently from the living room. She had a glass mug that had the merest bit of reddish liquid in the bottom and her face offered the same mixture of annoyance and frustration she'd worn all evening. But that morphed to a soft smile as the young woman's loose brunette hair shook around her head and she seemed to laugh as her eyes worked their way down Sam's body. The smile broadened as her gaze fixed on the closely trimmed red bush exposed by the open robe. She held her smile and ignored the card players and opened the fridge to pull out a pitcher of that excellent Highrider Red and refilled her mug.

Sam wondered about that for a moment, the girl had kept her mug filled all night. But Teresa's slight snort at her shoulder reminded her of the evening at the Green Parrot in February with that tall girl and her apparent immunity to even shots of straight tequila.

"We were... um, going, uh," Sam started to speak but then just lifted her right arm and pointed up the second set of stairs.

Anna's hair swirled as she laughed and shook her head and mouthed 'wait.' She kept the pitcher and quickly moved across the kitchen and set her full mug on the counter top then she reached and opened a cabinet door and pulled out a second mug. She drained the pitcher into it and turned and walked quickly and offered the mug to Sam.

"Give it to Chris," Anna said as Sam took the mug, "he'll probably need replenishment. My mother can be... demanding."

Sam thought about responding but Anna spun and grabbed her beer as she walked quickly and turned the corner that led to the living room. Sam had seen Anna's relationship with Vicki. They loved each other. But. Sam was pretty sure having an alien mother might lead to some tensions. She and Teresa caught eyes then they looked at the full mug and shrugged and Sam led the way up the stairs.

Sam blinked and stood frozen halfway from the door to the bed. She sensed Teresa's touch at her arm and released the mug and felt more than saw her girlfriend walk toward Chris's computer table.

There was an alien on Chris's bed. A... creature not born on Earth. Not of Earth. But still an intelligent, very intelligent creature.

And seemingly a very horny creature.

Sam knew her expression was gape-mouthed. But she didn't care. She also knew two black eyes looked at her, surrounded by a bouncing black mop and below that a broad grin and topped by glistening horns. But for possibly the first time neither that dark-eyed succubus nor her beautiful boyfriend were the focus of her attention.

The body, the naked body, sandwiched between those two olive beauties was pale. But not quite as pale as her daughter. Or even quite as pale as her own skin's normal tone. Sam glanced down along the gap shown by her open robe and a soft smile formed. She momentarily wished her own pale skin had that same crazy-quilt pattern as had the body on the bed. Joyce had described seeing Queen Anna at that weird-ass Halloween party in '80 and had told her the patterns were different. Evolutionary camouflage? Mating display? Vicki had shown them pictures and videos of both her home world and the satellites and they'd seen a number of Vicki's and the Queen's 'paeple' as she pronounced it that indeed showed it was universal and personal.

Sam's training forced its way to the forefront of her brain. Chris stood at the foot of the bed, a position she'd seen him in before. But it was the raised legs bent at the hips and knees and twined behind Chris's back that entranced her eyes. His arms wrapped those legs and his hands massaged firm thighs and Sam confirmed the odd musculature Vicki's garments had only offered in glimpses.

She saw him slowly withdraw most of his cock. It took her a moment to realize the difference.

He had a condom on. And some sort of cloth that hid that dark pubic hair that Mel trimmed to little more than a buzz cut. It was like his cock had pushed through that cloth. She lost the view as he reburied his cock with enough force the body he impaled jumped but those hips wiggled.