Concerns

Mike finds himself standing by as Alicia and Kyrie do their scans. Kyrie insists upon stripping to her underwear, much to Mike and Alicia’s amusement. Despite everything that’s happened today, she’s still an impressive sight, with a black thong that barely covers anything, and a lacy bra struggling to contain her massive breasts.

She crawls seductively onto the scanner, keeping her eyes locked on Mike as she does so. With a wink, she wiggles her hips, before turning to lie on her back. She sighs and licks her lips, running her hands down her body with a soft moan. Mike stares, entranced, until Alicia elbows him.

“Calm down, big guy. Kyrie, no sex on the scanner, you know that.”

Kyrie grins. “Doesn’t mean I can’t get him a little bit warmed up.”

Alicia rolls her eyes, but chuckles. “You’re the worst, Kyrie. Don’t make me spank you.”

Kyrie grins wider. “Was that supposed to make me stop? You know I’m into that!”

Alicia giggles. “Just feeling a bit left out!”

Mike laughs. “I think the two of you should get on with it or get a room, otherwise I might be the one breaking that rule.”

Kyrie winks at him. “And then you’re the one getting spanked!”

Mike laughs, but truthfully, he’s very interested in the results of these scans. Kyrie is just Kyrie, but he’s definitely noticed Alicia being much more open lately. It could just be that she’s more comfortable around him, but it’s better to be sure. He’s come to like the pink haired alien, and he’d hate to change her for the worse. Life isn’t a harem anime, as much as it felt like that recently.

Seemingly reading his mind, Alicia elbows him again. “You look all serious, Mike. Something wrong?”

He shakes his head. No reason to keep this an internal monologue. “Just curious as to the results of this. I like both of you, and I don’t want to change either of you.”

Alicia nods. “That’s sweet of you, Mike. I don’t think you need to worry, though.”

Mike shrugs. “As fun as it would be to have you all be sex crazed maniacs, for one it would prove those protesters right, and for two, I would feel bad doing that to you. Even if it wouldn’t be much of a change for Kyrie.”

Kyrie laughs, propping herself up on her elbow as the scanner completes its cycle. “Very funny, Mike. Look, we get it. And we both appreciate you worrying, it means a lot. But don’t get worked up until we know, ok?”

Mike nods. “Good advice. It would probably be more impactful if your breasts weren’t spilling out of your bra.”

Kyrie winks.