Unite

With your vision as clear as day out to about 100 feet you are able to easily cut through the forest to take the most direct path to the lake. As you step out onto the shore you see the ruined tower across it glowing in the moonlight. Following the edge of the water you make your way around to stand at the base of the three mossy stone steps that led to the open doorway. You pause a moment and stare into the empty interior of the folly.

There is no sign. No darkness, no tentacles, no glowing face.

And yet…there is no suspense either. She was here. You could FEEL her close by and with that feeling came a flood of relief. Lifting your head you look to the crooked top of the broken tower to see your sister peeking over. From within the hollow stone shell you hear Trixie’s voice echo from the past. “Ready or not, here I come!”

Pointing up at her with a big smile you say. “I found you.”

You run inside as she rushes down to meet you. You only see a glimpse of her stunningly gorgeous body before she is on you and around you. You wrap your arms around her and hug her with all you had. Tears are flowing down your face, an overwhelming combination of happiness and the relief of seeing her safe and sound. And that little empty space inside of you? Full to bursting. You felt complete once more.

“Jacob.”

“Ves!” You hold her with all your strength. “I’m so happy to see you!”

“Happy.” Her tentacles completely encompass you, she is all around you, the tendrils of her hair hugging your head to hers, her naked torso pressing into your bare chest and stomach. “Together.”

“Yes! Together. We’re together.” You weep joyful tears. You hold each other a long wonderful time, each of you holding to the other and never wanting to let go. “I was so scared for you. What was that thing?”

“Hide…Flee…Alone…Alone.” Her face glows a little brighter. “Alone.”

“Not alone. Never alone. I’m here. I am always here.” You say as you kiss her cheek, the feeling of the mass of minuscule facial filaments tickling your lips in a wholly unique way. “And you need to be here too. Stay, stay with me Ves. Here, home. This is your home, not that terrible place.”

“Home…Love…Connection.”

She pulls back from you a little and looks to the knot on your head, seeming to be confused by it. Reaching up she touches the aching bump. “Yeah, I had quite a day…” You begin to say when she suddenly whips the tentacle around your head and squeezes tight! “AAHH!” An explosion of pain bursts from the injury as she tries to forcibly rub it or pull it off of you as if it were a parasite. “Gentle!” You cry as you try to push her limb off before she crushes your skull like a peanut shell. “Gentle!”

Her grip loosens instantly. “Gentle.” The narrow tip of the tentacle tenderly laps at the bump. “Pain.”

You smile through gritted teeth as the throbbing slowly pain fades. “Yeah it hurts, but it’s part of me. You can’t just remove it. Don’t worry, it’ll get better.” You stroke her thick limb. “You need to be gentle Ves. Always gentle. Understand?”

“Gentle.” She repeats as she strokes your neck lightly.

“That’s it. That feels nice.” You look into her deep star field eyes. “Wait. How did you…? Can…can you feel my pain Vespera?”

“Connection.”

“I feel it but…I suppose you’ve known about it so much longer than me. You probably feel it more than I do. Is that true?”

“Connection.”

“Yes. I can feel you too, sort of. Ever since I met you…I can’t describe it, I feel different. I feel more like…myself. Does that make any sense?” You say. “It’s only been growing.”

“Love…Brother.”

“I love you too Ves.”

More of her tendrils begin to lightly caress your body, gliding over your shirtless chest and stomach and back and snaking around your arms and legs.

“Love…Home…Stay.”

“Yes!” You run your hands down her long elegant neck and over her smooth shoulders. “Yes, stay with me. Don’t leave. Don’t go back there.”

“Stay.”

“Yes stay with me.”

“Love.”

“I love you too.”

Just then the soft sounds of lovemaking start to fade in around you. That clumsy, awkward, yet very special night with Grace when virginity was given and taken. Your sister’s face stares at you, her writhing tentacles slowing to a drifting waver.

“Love…Stay…Connection.”

“Ves, no.” You try to push her prodding tentacles away. “I told you already. That isn’t the love of a brother and sister. It isn’t right.”

She gingerly takes your wrist and brings it to her breast. You pull away but her power is irresistible. The stars within her six eyes move as they gaze deeply into your soul. Her limbs touch you in ways reminiscent of that night you were hearing. The tentative grips, soft unsure rubs, blind groping grasps, and the tender fragile caresses of a virgin exploring a new territory of intimacy, not knowing what to do but needing to go further. Vespera wanted more.

“I love you.” Your voice from that night whispers around you a thousand times followed by the duet of moaning teen lust and climax. “Ohhhhh!”

“Connection…Brother…Love…Unite.”