Square That Circle

The great epidemics that ravaged the globe after the Exodus were blamed on the extraterrestrials. This was, in part, correct. The spacefaring species had been dealing with the contact and conflict of different microbial ecosystems for generations; they were both wary of Earth's massive population of bacteria, viruses, and prions, and conscious of the possible danger of their own viral and bacterial load. The extraterrestrials worked actively with Earth governments to try and minimize exposure until countermeasures were in place—but even a minor waste leak or failed filter could result in an epidemic. An estimated 20-40 million humans died from the last great epidemic of 2039/2040, either directly from the disease or from complications. Extraterrestrial death tolls are not publicly available, but as many as 20% of the original refugee population is believed to have died due to Earth diseases. Earthborn members of ET species are routinely inoculated and monitored.
—Anaïs Nineveh, The Exodus: A History, Chapter 2

Mel fingered the vial in his pocket. MacElroy had asked him not to tell Jenny and Jordan. Except that Mel had already made a promise to Jenny and Jordan not to jerk off without them. There didn't seem to be a way to square that circle.

Do I even want to? Mel wondered. That knot in his stomach was still there. He had that sense that people weren't telling him everything. That he was being manipulated, used, and not entirely in ways he liked. As far as he was aware, MacElroy hadn't lied to him. Yet he wasn't sure he completely trusted the brain-bat, either. She was a cop, after all. What would she do if I said no? Why is she trying to get my sperm anyhow? Is it really that special?

Mel wasn't sure how he would feel if his sperm were special in some way. He'd spent his life getting his hopes up, only to have them dashed. Rachel getting the blue pearl was just the latest in a long line of bitter disappointments. No. Best not to assume his sperm was any different or better than anybody else's. He was a healthy 18-year-old, and being virile and horny was perfectly normal.

Jordan held his arm tight and let him think as they walked, tugging gently so that Mel didn't walk into lamp posts, lost in thought as he was.

Of course, how am I supposed to get a sample discreetly? he thought. I promised Jordan and Jenny I wouldn't masturbate with them, and they can smell when I get hard. One of them is around me almost every single day. I tried jerking off in the bathroom, but they just barged in. I can lock the door to the family restroom at work, but then I've got to explain why I was jerking off at work, so that's not really an option either. What's left? Wanking in the library?

He missed the days when the most he had to worry about was waking up and finding one of his roommates sucking him off. The more he thought about it, the more he realized it was the essence of his problem. The cost of free sex at any time was, basically, a near-complete lack of privacy. Something he hadn't realized when he'd made the agreement with Jordan, Jenny, and Rachel. Yet he had agreed to it.

By the time they got to the apartment, Mel decided that, whether or not Jordan and Jenny had been perfectly forthcoming with him, he was going to be honest with them. He had made a promise. He wouldn't lie to them.

"Detective MacElroy asked about the integration ceremony," he said, after the door closed. He pulled out the vial. "She asked me for a sperm sample. Wants to send it to a lab, see if there's something special about my DNA, says she'll share the results. I said I'd think about it. But I wanted to ask you. Just, you know, to not hide anything. I promised I wouldn't jerk off without you."

Jenny's hand reached out and found Jordan's. The brain slugs on their necks peeked out, sensory tentacles extended. The decision seemed to come fairly quickly. They moved forward as one, a single entity with four arms and four legs. Mel didn't resist as he rested his shoulders against the door, and his pants came down to his ankles.

Two mouths found his soft shaft. Mel's balls needed a shave, and Mel could feel it, the itchy sensation from the stubble. Not that Jenny seemed to mind as her tongue lapped a sweaty bollock. Jordan's tongue scraped behind his glans, and Mel felt his cheeks burn. If he knew they were going to just do this right here and now, he would have washed first. Not that they seemed to care, but . . . well, he liked to keep it clean for them.

Mel didn't want to close his eyes. He stared down at the two women who knelt before him, their brain slugs pulsing in unison, hands joined as they worked him over with hot kisses and warm tongues. His body responded. Swiftly. His shaft swelled, and their mouths followed it, an obscene kiss that started at the base and worked its way up to the swollen purple helmet, their lips meeting over his meat, tongues curling around his tip.

Before he'd come to this apartment, Mel hadn't even dreamed of this. Two women, at once, single-mindedly devoted to the task of getting him off. It didn't heal the hurt, the fear, the anxiety of his position—but at a moment like this, Mel felt that profound gratitude that he was experiencing something rare and precious. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if Rachel were here too. Better? Too crowded? Erotic fantasies played through his mind. Rachel, on her knees between them, the tip of her tongue teasing his slit, her hot mouth eager to receive his seed. Or bent over, waiting, the brain slugs teasing him to shoot it into her wet and waiting hole, the labia spread wide, the inner muscles pulsing.

The pressure inside his body built as Mel felt his fantasies turn in an unfamiliar fashion. Maybe it was because he wasn't wearing a condom. The two women had their lips locked around his head, only the very tip free, and Mel felt the anticipation inside of him grow and grow. Familiar, but not painful. Eager and desperate for release.

"I'm c—" he started to say, but it was too late, the last word bit back as a white-hot spike of pleasure exploded out of the tip of his cock. Jordan had already brought the vial up to catch it. Rope after sticky rope filled the tube, almost to the top. When there was only a little space left, Jordan pulled it away and popped the cap in place. Jenny's mouth immediately clamped on the purple head, her tongue licking at the slit as she sucked hard, eager to get every last sperm left in his urethra.

When she was done, she let it fall from her mouth. Jenny placed the filled vial in the fridge. Mel caught his breath, his body coming to grips with the sudden aftermath.

His roommates went about the rest of their day. Clothes off. Put together food for dinner, which for the girls meant splitting a dozen raw eggs between them. Find a documentary to watch. Within fifteen minutes of blowing his load, Mel found himself dressed in only a t-shirt, eating ramen, and watching a British woman narrate the lifecycle of flightless seabirds in Antarctica and how they were adapting to the colony of a cold-adapted semi-aquatic species called the Thoraxipods down there.

There was something very strange to Mel about seeing a two-meter-tall black cone with tentacles just petting a penguin like it was a puppy. Almost as weird as it was to see a penguin waddle up to one and just rub up against it. The British woman breathlessly explained that it was one of the most profound instances of mutual appreciation documented between Earth and extraterrestrial organisms. Thoraxipods had even been demonstrated showing grief over a penguin's death. For their part, the penguins had been transformative to Thoraxipod society, providing emotional support for the critically endangered ETs.

As he did the dishes and brushed his teeth, Mel thought about that. The mutual support.

"Hey," Mel asked Jordan and Jenny. "Do you want me to eat you out? I feel bad, not doing anything for you two."

The two naked women stared at him. Jordan reached down between her legs and picked up the string of her tampon. Mel considered that. He shrugged.

"I mean, I can always brush my teeth again," he said. "I'm just . . . I don't want this to be all one-way."

Jordan and Jenny looked at him with those placid expressions that told him nothing. He hoped, one day, they could sign to each other properly. So he could know if he was being silly, or if they were grateful for his offer but not in the mood, or . . .

Jordan slid down on the couch and spread her knees, so that her pussy rested on the edge. Mel dutifully clamped off onto all fours. He examined the workspace critically. The tampon—she had put in a fresh one since they'd gotten home—plugged the vaginal opening, and there was a ring of red blood soaking into the cotton. The labia and urethra were clean, however, and the little clit in its hood, which was the important part, was far away from the dangling string.

Mel had no idea how Jordan felt. He knew the older teen girls at the orphanage had experienced cramps and agitation. So he looked up at Jordan and said, "If it hurts, or you need me to stop, do something different, just direct me, okay?"

She gave a thumb's up.

His tongue traced her labia. Outside, then the inside. Trying to avoid the area with the tampon. The flavor wasn't much different than before. Mel had never eaten a raw steak, but once, during a summer cookout at the orphanage, he'd bitten into an undercooked hamburger and felt the raw juices flood his mouth, slightly metallic. There was a hint of that flavor here, as he gently teased her clit with his tongue.

Mel took his time. Felt and watched the little sensitive nub of flesh slowly engorge and peak out of its hood. Heard Jordan's breathing get deeper. He glanced up to see her nipples hard like little swollen berries. The only pause in his lapping came when he felt Jenny's hands rubbing soap into his balls. The kiss of the safety razor came a moment later. Jordan's breath began to come out in little huffs, her hips moving, and Mel shifting from licking to sucking, softly slurping on the stiff little nub.

Rachel opened the door with a yawn. Still dressed in yesterday's clothes, hair frazzled, dark bags under her eyes, and not at all surprised to find her boyfriend getting his balls shaved as he licked out her sister.

"Can I have next?" she asked.

Mel gave a thumb's up.

"Oh, you darling," Rache said, one hand on her stomach as she took off her shoes. "God, you're the best boyfriend ever. I've been cramping all day."

Rachel began to undress. Jenny finished up her business and wiped Mel's balls clean. Jordan made a little gasping sound, her thighs clamping onto Mel's ears. She gave Mel a pat on the head, and he pulled his face away, a little smear of red on his lips. Rachel, right next to him, spread her own thighs, ready and waiting.

"We need to talk," he said, as he surveyed the workspace. Her flow had been heavier than her sister's, or she hadn't had a chance to replace the tampon yet. It was entirely red.

"After," she said, eagerly.

"After," he agreed.

For a little while at least, Mel could forget about having a half-sister and ancient infidelities. About MacElroy and the sperm sample currently cooling in the fridge. ASL classes. Hoodies. The terrible disappointment when he hadn't received the blue pearl, and Rache's desperate lack of control. There was only his tongue in her twat, and Jordan and Jenny crowded in on either side of her, their hands on her body, sucking at her nipples, licking her ears, kissing her jaw and chin.

The taste was stronger with Rachel. She hadn't had a chance to change her tampon yet. Mel felt that metallic flavor fill his mouth, along with other flavors—salty, earthy, unwashed pussy, the smell of her strong and clinging to her skin, to the bristly thighs that scraped his cheeks, the puffy mons that had been hotboxing in panties all day. There was something honest about that, like a batch of too-salty ramen, the hot dogs undercooked. Off, imperfect, but far from inedible . . . and the moans, the way Rachel moved her hips and ass in obvious pleasure and need, stirred him on to greater efforts with his tired tongue and lips, rubbing her clit furiously with his tongue.

With face flushed and eyes dilated, Rachel turned to her sister and their mouths met, tongues twining, lost in a moment. No hesitation, any inner conflict overwhelmed by the sudden, urgent need as Jordan groped her sister's breast underneath her shirt.

Later, maybe, Rache would regret it. Feel guilty. Wonder if it was the blue pearl again. Yet from his perspective, staring up at the two blonde sisters locked in an intimate kiss as Jenny sucked on Rachel's nipple, it felt like maybe they all just felt closer to each other than before. As if the integration ceremony had broken down some residual resistance and they could just . . . be together and have fun.

When, at last, Rachel shook and shivered, her mouth gone wide as Mel assaulted her clit, something hot and wet splurted into his mouth, and Rachel sagged in place, a happy smile on her face.

"You know," she said, with a kittenish smile, as Mel pulled away. "I never used to cum that easily before. I think you're getting better."

Mel wiped a drop of menses from his chin and looked to Jenny, but she simply held a hand over her mons. Clear signal. As Mel got up to wash his face and brush his teeth, Rachel called out over him.

"So what do we need to talk about?"

He paused, and the events of the day came crashing down again, puncturing his good mood.

"It turns out," Mel said. "I have a sister. She wants to meet."