On the Move

In your dark and stuffy box, the air now pungent with your own cum, you stay balled up and listen to your family make wild and passionate love to each other. Despite Elsie’s best efforts to hurry things along your mother and sister’s had stamina that you could only dream about. So much so that you end up getting hard and busting another nut to their lewd moans all over again, then still had to wait awhile. Despite the smelly, stale air and your cramping muscles you wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything. Hearing your family get it on was HOT! Literally the hottest thing you’d ever heard. And the more you listened and imagined yourself among them the hotter it became. Each passing minute had you yearning for your princely future where cock wielding women would be vying for your attention.

After who knows how long and one hell of an explosive orgasm by your mother the trio’s quality time is cut short by Elsie.

“No. That’s enough.” She says. “Oh my gosh, look at the mess!”

“Hahhh.” Fiona sighs. “I fuckin needed that.” Whap!

“Oooo.” Your mother laughs. “Me too.”

There is some rustling and some quiet smooching. “I wasn’t too rough on ya, was I Ma?”

“No Fiona. That is JUST what I needed to clear my head.” She takes a long breath. “You all are right. Jesse’s a big boy. He just needs some space. He’s going to be alright, isn’t he.”

“Damn right he is.” Fiona says. “Without us dysfunctional bitches holdin him back that little nerd’s gonna fly. Just you wait and see.”

“You think he’s thinking about us?”

“Oh, I suspect he is.” Elsie says, the amused sparkle in her voice surely matching the one in her eyes. “He’s probably thinking about little else right now. Come on. Let’s shower and get presentable again.” She then giggles. “The others are going to think we’re as bad as Chloe! Oh no! Don’t start again. Guys!” El hurries her flirting family along. “Come on. Geez! Shower time you horny ladies.”

You hear the door whoosh open. Just before it closes again Elsie whisper loudly. “Sorry about that big brother. I’ll be back as quick as I can but…erm…this might take a bit.” And then the door whooshes shut.

After a moment you crack the lid and peek out to make sure the coast was clear. Once you see it was all clear you open the crate and take in a gasping breath of much needed fresh air. You stand and stretch your back, a crackle running up your spine as the bones settled back into their proper place. Looking down you see yourself drenched in sweat and your shirt smeared with your copious mess. You pull the t shirt off and wipe some of the sweat away with a clean section of it then drop it into the crate. Looking around you see evidence of the action that just took place in here. Skirts, panties, bras, and droplets of semen along with a pool of what must be pussy juice based on its location along side the crate where Fiona was plowing Mom. If walls could talk, what tales would these ones tell?

On the floor next to you you spot a peculiar little item not dissimilar from an earplug, though only half the length and crisscrossed with weird green circuitry. It was a translator. Grandma had explained before you left how these little units allowed for flawless communication between all known languages. Though it went in your ear you knew that it actually functioned on a neural level, even allowing for written text to come through as your native language. In all the excitement one of your family members had theirs fall out. You pick it up and take a close look at it, wondering if they were customized for each individual or if anybody could wear anybody else’s. You shrug. Only one way to find out. You then pop it into your ear. A disconcerting tingle spreads out from your ear and across to the base of your skull before expanding out through the rest of your head. A moment later…you couldn’t feel anything out of the ordinary at all.

You are just about to step out of the crate when another chime announces someone else at the door!

“Damn it!” You hiss and drop back down. You close the trunk door muttering swears. How the hell was this going to work if people kept popping by like this? And how in the hell were you going to hide once the crate was taken away? You’d figure this out later. For now you just had to wait for whoever this was to go away.

Unfortunately the person on the other side had other ideas. You hear the door slide open.

“Elsie?” It was Kazia, your alien cousin. “Oh my!” She giggles at the sight within. Hey. You understood what she was saying. The translator was working. There is the sound of some beeping, coming from the wall panel you believe, followed by an order. “Cleanbot to Elsie’s quarters.” Another beep and the sound of approaching footsteps. Closing your eyes tight you pray to whatever space god would listen that Kazia did not get curious and snoop inside of the trunk. If you were caught now, so close to Earth, they would take you back for sure. They had been quite insistent that you NOT come along on this trip. Suddenly her voice was right above you. “Let’s just get this out of the way. Mmmph.”

The wheels start to turn. You were on the move again.