Only a little more...and porn

Chad looks over the hardware he set up and then back to you and Juliette. Juliette for her part luckily straightens herself out and puts on a show of being proper and curious about the alien computer, rather than drooling openly over her brother's dick.

"This thing is too complex. Dude I could work on this for weeks and probably only get to a quarter of its programming if it's able to think and respond and ask questions relevant to its own circumstances." Chad's eyes were gleaming and you felt a twinge of fear run through you.

"Don't you dare try hooking that thing up to..." You began while disturbingly Juliette's eyes lit up, likely reveling in chaotic thoughts of the AI going rampant through the internet.

"Dude I've seen all the movies you have and more. Computer isn't going to be a problem, I'm more worried about an ET situation if I hook him up to the net. 'Oh look I'm the fed, there's a AI we don't control on OUR internet, better go jail the handsome, big dicked, fuck-lord, Bimbo-maker super programmer who set it loose... Oh wait it's an alien, better take it to Area 51 to dissect with all the dozen of others'." Chad rambled with a mocking tone, and making lewd hand jesters as he praised his decisively average sized dick and non-existent sexual skill. As he was saying all of this this he simultaneously hooked a microphone up to the laptop, despite the horrified look on your face.

"Correction, your government should not be in possession of any extraterrestrial lifeforms above the microbe stage. Four-hundred seventy-six mega corporations and the leasing sector government have taken all the adequate safety procedures to keep the existence of extraterrestrial life secret from your world. Two Thousand and sixty-two registered close planetary probing operations had been launched and recorded in the past, none registering ship losses or major violations of the secrecy code. This of course doesn't factor in the possibility of the pirates who attacked my previous vessel being exceptionally incompetent in the regards to secrecy." Rolled across the screen and Juliette read it aloud mimicking a text to speech as best she could.

Juliette then froze eyes showing a dawning realization, but before she could voice whatever her twisted mind could think of Chad stated his own question. "Wait, the Fermi Paradox is just because you Aliens are hiding yourselves from us, for no reason? What the Hell dude?"

(She doesn't understand why he cares so much, he should be asking for sexual ascension and he instead asks pointless questions.) You feel as if the question is pointless, obviously the Aliens were hiding themselves otherwise everyone would know about them publicly, now what were they supposed to DO with this knowledge was the question.

"Incorrect, the reasoning for the rules of secrecy is that your species is lesser, to accept them into galactic society would elevate their status and afford your species rights in the eyes of the universal community. Thus its common practice to keep underdeveloped species in the dark for as long as possible to prevent political fallout, and to allow for continued exploitation of a species galactic territories and their population under the category of underdeveloped/un-evolved status." Now as you read the text scrawl you almost felt your own blood boil.

"So you were going to use us as guinea pigs for your fucking bio-weapon!" You roared.

In response the computer whirred and a new string of text began. "Incorrect, you were not Guinea Pigs for a bio,-weapon, you were test and demonstration subjects for a biological control agent, as per my best estimation concerning my limited accessible memory of the project and knowing your species classification."

You sigh and palm your forehead. "Ok...and just to be safe, would the bio-weapon or whatever have gotten deployed when your ship crashed?"

"No." The letters appeared on the screen slowly. (She knows something it doesn't know. She is superior to the space computer of mystery...wait, tight space, heat, pain....look at the space rock! Look at the space rock!)

You feel a slight discomfort and a nagging thought that maybe there was space for something like one of those virus vials from all those zombie plague games could have been in the space capsule. However before you could check the capsule a pair of hands reach around you and brushed your nipples almost making you squeal as a sensation of pure pleasure instantly made your dick stand on end.

"Its my turn to ask it a question." Juliette stated pinching your nipple making you bite your lip as a pleasure you never felt before, one you had assumed only women could feel shot through your chest. As Juliette stated by teasing your nipples and then tickling your ribs you almost felt like you were about to cum and simultaneously piss yourself from the severe tickling sensation. Then a frequently more familiar soreness settled into your ribs.

(You bitch, She forbids you from playing with our glorious tits to be. James shall only have the most luscious of tits, most desirable dick, and once i finish remaking her wonderful hips the most grabbable ass and inviting sex hole! You may not attack these while were still starting the process!)

As you fall onto your side, Juliette steps forward almost shouting. "Hey computer! Got any alien Porn?"

Chad froze, while your ribs ached you glared and Juliette smiled as if she had won some great victory. Then Chad started laughing and fell out of his chair. "God damn it Juliette you promised to be a fucking good pet, you damn fuck hole!" Later you'd pray and thank god that Chad was too distracted by the absolute humor of the situation to question what you shouted at your sister who just looked smug.

After a moment she looked to you. "But that's what the internet is for, porn. Just imagine alien internet!"

"My data banks was never for long term storage of pornographic materials. The doctors kept their fetishes semi-private, and so storage of pornographic material was done on private drives. Also my interests did extend to such behaviors." The computer scroll stated.

(She pitys the poor machine, not knowing the glory of sex?)

Juliette groaned. "You poor, thing not knowing why a good dicking is so great." Juliette even had tears in her eyes as she looked at the computer screen.

Chad's good humor then seemed to pass. "I'm sorry, but Juliette come on, jokes gone a little too far."

Juliette for her part spun towards Chad. "NO, this thing has been denied the joy of pleasure! I can't even..." Juliette stopped then lunged locking lips with Chad and you could swear you saw her tongue.

"Juliette off!" You shout pulling your sister back off a stunned and almost pale in surprise Chad who for his part silently stood back up.

"I-I think I should go...I'll be taking Scomp with me." Chad stated slowly walking to the computers preparing to carry them away.

"Scomp?" You and Juliette ask in stereo.

"You know, space computer, Scomp." Chad states earily calm.

As your friend stats to disassemble parts of the computer set preparing to carry the rest you turn to Juliette. "I'm spanking your ass later, Juliette go to your room and wait for me. Chad hold on let me give you a hand."

It took fifteen minutes to get everything into Chad's vehicle and for him to take the driver seat. You then leaned in looking your friend in the eye. "Hey man you ok?"

"Yeah...yeah, no sorry, your sister she surprised me. You know she usually avoided me and Alex like the plague shooting us glares all the time. So I think... dude she was dry humping me and made out with me several times. I-is she ok, is something going on with her, or well...no never mind." Chad stated slowly sliding back to his normal self.

"Never mind what?" You could feel yourself getting defensive. No matter how fucked up this space shit made her, no matter if some alien virus was making her a sex zombie, Juliette was still your sister.

(Sex Zombie? She takes offense, She is crafting you into your perfect self!)

"I was drawing a comparison to some porns I know where women become nymphos because either unrequited love, or home problems...but those usually have a lot of ****. She's definitely not a brother or daddy fucker. Still maybe a psychiatrist? Dunno I don't want to cause trouble." As Chad spoke it felt like a gut punch how close he seemed to come to by chance drawing the dots...all because he's a porn watching pervert.

"No problem man, I'll take care of her... maybe she just needs some hard dick from a iron man?" You grin wiggling your eyebrow causing Chad to laugh as you referenced the internet meme, something that always worked to cheer him up.

"Alright buddy, see you as soon as I can learn more from Scomp." Chad laughed a little as he spoke.

You on the other hand let loose a good natured sigh. "Scomp is never catching on, don't try making it a thing."

"Too late you said Scomp, it's a thing now." Chad laughed back before pressing the gas and starting his journey to his house, what you called the den.

As Chad drove away you absent-mindedly rubbed your chest and then unbidden images of, and a urge for, you fucking Chad flashed through your head. Some of the things that passed through your head were imaginings of if you were a woman, wondering if you two would be fucking all the time, others were of your dick spreading his ass as he begged you, in your confused mind, simultaneously for you to stop because you were hurting him, and for you to give his ass even more of a glorious pounding.

You sweat coldly, what if you were affected morr by whatever was making Juliette the way she is now than you thought. Even as that dreadful possibility crossed your mind your fingers clutched your nipple and twisted and now the realization of the elongated nipples on your chest, the very feminine nipples occured to you even as you groaned in sensation. Still you pulled yourself up off the ground and wrapped a hand around your larger than it usually was dick beating your meat as you walked inside.

You almost expected Juliette to be waiting at the door like some sort of lioness demanding sex like on that nature documentary. Instead you felt a twinge of regret, followed shortly by self disgust at your sister's absence. You needed to hold the house together, the family together, you needed to lead, to show your bitch her place... you balked as you suddenly caught that were now thinking of your own sister suddenly as 'your bitch'.

Swiftly you went to the fridge and drank a cup of juice hoping to clear your head. However as you gulped down the drink your mind had gone from drinking a sweet liquid squeezed from fruit, to a milk squeezed from your sister's swollen tits. Dear God, and you even already fucked her today, just by toning down the sex to as near zero as possible you were slowly losing the ability to think straight.

(She'd let you have more self-control if She could trust you, but she needs you on board with fucking everyone possible. Then you can have your nonsense other thoughts.)

You considered a cold shower, but knew that Juliette was just as likely to ambush you for surprise shower sex if you tried. You can go out into town like this, and the fridge was running low, and Juliette would need to get back to school soon so she could finish off her school year with a hopefully passing grade. Oh god, Mom and Dad were totally finding out and they were going to **** you, you fucked Juliette and...and somehow let her turn into that insane lunatic waiting for you in her room.

"Ummm, Master~" Juliette sing-songed with a little insecurity. "I think I want to do my homework, but could you screw me... I mean help me while I do it? I-I think the help will help... also I really wanted to see that alien porn, talk about a cock teasing robot."

You blinked...somehow that felt, normal. It was depraved, lewd and still not the sister you knew, but it felt right. "If you do your homework right, I'll..." you sigh consigning yourself to damnation. "...I'll fuck your brains out, but ONLY if you do it right!"

"As if I'd do it wrong, I do it hard, long and all night long, but never wrong!" Juliette teased back, and you actually smiled, maybe you can enjoy the moment.