Touch and Go

“Ow.” You mumble as something pointy pokes at the tender sole of your left foot.

“You just gonna keep laying there like a little bitch?” Says a hard, sharp voice. “Or are you gonna finally say hello to your big sister?”

“Fiona?” You croak. Cracking your eyes you squint against the light, even though you could tell the room was softly lit. At the foot of your bed stood your big sister, arms crossed with one of her signature cocksure grins on her gorgeous face. While her face was the same her body was transformed. Always a statuesque woman your sister looks to have added twenty pounds or more of lean muscle to her already impressive physique. You could tell as she was currently wearing a snug white sports bra and skin tight black yoga pants which left very little to the imagination. You knew you weren’t supposed to be seen by her yet, but on seeing her you cannot help but smile. “Fiona!”

“Hey kid.” She winks. As you are about to say something more she puts her fingers to her lips. “Shhh.” With a nod she draws your attention to the right. Looking that way you see Mom in a chair at your side fast asleep in a very uncomfortable looking position. Looking around you realize that you did not recognize this room. It looked like a combination between a laboratory and a hospital room. “She hasn’t left your side.” Fiona says, her voice low, as she walks around the opposite side of the bed from your mother. “Elsie and that dog woman have been nearly inseparable from you too.”

As she nears you hold out your arms. Without hesitation Fiona leans down and wraps her long, strong arms around you to give you the hardest hug of your life.

“I missed you.” You whisper.

“Feelin’s mutual little brother.” She kisses your cheek then stands and ruffles your hair brusquely. “Cutie.”

You giggle and smile up at her. If there was one thing you would never regret it was mending the fences with your older sister before leaving Earth. Yeah, she’d been a bitch and a bully to you for a good chunk of your life. But had you not put that aside you never would have had…this.

“You sneaky little fucker.” She chuckles. Lowering the near rail Fiona sits on the side of your bed facing you. “El told me about that little scheme to get you aboard. I might have been angry if I wasn’t so proud. Coniving little shit.”

“I didn’t want to be away from my family.”

“Pff.” She rolls her eyes and pats your bare chest. Only then do you realize that you weren’t wearing anything under these covers. “Save the mushy shit for Mom. She’ll eat it up.” Leaning closer she fixes you with her hazel gaze. “You wanted to be a Prince. Tell the truth.”

“Well…” You grin a guilty grin. “…it did cross my mind.”

“Ha ha! My guy.” She pats your chest again.

Looking around at the beeping lights and screens you ask. “What happened?”

“You’re in heat.” Fiona answers directly. “You’re human part is fucking some things up about it. They’ve got you on some shit that should help in the short term.”

“Human part?”

“We’re only half alien, remember?”

“Oh yeah.”

“You’ve been out almost two weeks.”

“Two weeks!?”

“It was touch and go if you were going to make it for a bit there. That fever **** your dog thing gave you might have saved your life. You scared the fucking shit out of all of us.” Her eyes turn to your **** mother. “I’ve…never seen her cry so hard. Not even when Dad…um…” Her voice fades away. Taking Fiona’s hand you give it a squeeze. She smiles and accepts your comfort then squeezes your hand back. “I’m glad ya made it.”

“Me too.” Looking at your smooth arm you furrow your brows in confusion. “Why’d they shave me?”

“Ha!” Fiona stifles a laugh so as not to wake your mother. “They didn’t. Your hair all fell out. Body hair that is.”

“What?” Lifting your blanket you peer down your pale body to see that, indeed, you were as smooth as billiard ball down there. “What the hell?”

“You’re turning Prince, bro.” She says. “Most of them are total femboys. Twinky bodies, tiny dicklets, shriveled little nuts, half of ’em can’t even get it up.”

“What!?” You grab your junk as if someone was about to run in and steal it away.

“Relax.” She chuckles. “You’re good. Peg figures the hair loss will probably be as far as it goes with you.”

“Human half?”

“Exactly.” She nods. “As males out here go, you’re fuckin hung bro. A real stud. Who knew? He he he.”

“Oh, uh, great…I guess.” You look along Fiona’s lean, muscled arms. “I’m not the only one changing I see.”

“Hell yeah.” She shoots you a quite impressive double bicep pose. “This body was born to be buff.” Grabbing the anaconda in her tights that you’d been trying not to stare at she brags. “Gained an inch too.”

“Gained a…WHAT!?” Fiona’s hog was even bigger!?

“Hrm?” At your exclamation your mom startles awake. “What’s…? Oh, hello Fiona.”

“Hey Ma.”

“Hi Mom.” You join in.

“Hello Jesse.” She yawns then smacks her lips…before her eyes bulge nearly out of her head. “Jesse!” It takes precisely 3.2 nanoseconds before you are engulfed in a big, bosomy Mommy embrace. “My baby boyyyy!” Kiss after kiss after kiss is peppered all over your smiling face. “I love you! I love you! I love you! Ohhhhh Jesse! Mommy’s here!”

Fiona stands and laughs. “Looks like you got this covered, Ma.” With a nonchalant salute she says. “Catch ya around, bro.”

Smothered in your mom’s cleavage you reply with a muffled, “Mrpfle!”, then raise a thumbs up toward your departing big sis.