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Authors: Cheryl Dragon
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love are the best Christmas presents ever. What do you want to show me?”
Henry climbed out of bed and went to their little fridge. “We’ve been on Earth for a long time. Most aliens can’t control their skin’s reaction to things. It’s automatic, like breathing. That’s how they’re found out.”
Meg nodded. “The automatic response to environment makes them—sorry you guys ,” she clarified, “better warriors.”
“We think of it as them, too.” Ike hugged her. “We feel like humans most of the time. We don’t know anything else.”
Henry took an ice cube and slid it along his forearm. Nothing happened. “A new alien would react differently.” He ran it over his stomach, and a patch of fur sprang up.
Meg smiled and stroked the patch of hair until it disappeared. “Amazing. How do you hold your skin to human appearance?”
“Practice. Conditioning. Focus. We’re humanoid shaped so it’s not hard. This skin naturally fits this climate.” Charlie kissed her cheek. “I think we four need to bond now that the truth is out.”
“You’re not going to go furry or scaly or anything with me in bed, are you?” she asked.
“Want us to?” Ike couldn’t help teasing her.
Her nose scrunched in that cute way, and she shook her head. “No, not now. Maybe someday in experiments. So that’s why you don’t have girlfriends. You think they’ll freak if they find out. Or not want to be shared by three men.”
Henry grabbed her wrists and held her down to the bed. “We were waiting for you. You’re ours. We love you. End of story. No other girlfriends. We’ve always known that we’d find our female someday.” His mouth claimed a breast and licked it possessively.
Charlie straddled her waist. “It’s your fault. You have all those men working in your lab. I never knew if you were free. I thought you were sleeping with one of them.”
She laughed and moaned. “No, never. They treat me like their sister or the boss. It’s annoying. You’re the first guys who ever really made me feel like a woman instead of a geek, freak or joke.”
“You’re nothing but perfect.” Ike buried his face in her pussy and licked.
Meg lifted and arched. Ike watched Charlie lean in to kiss her as Henry still played with Meg’s breasts. It was lazy Christmas morning affection, but he had high hopes for the rest of the day.
* * * *
Hours of dozing later, Meg felt awake and the fact that the truth of her men was out finally sank in. When she looked at the nightstand, she discovered her men had been busy. A small Christmas tree twinkled and was decorated with candy canes.
She reached up and grabbed a cane then unwrapped it and savored the minty memories. It took her back to being a kid when all she’d wanted was for Santa to bring her perfect eyes or bigger boobs. Meg didn’t need those things anymore. Santa had more than made up for it with three hot men. Aliens or not.
Taking the candy out of her mouth, she ran it along Henry’s chest and licked up the sweetness. His eyes popped open, and he shifted to her. Charlie and Ike both stirred as well. The three men were so connected, Meg couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it before.
She snuggled with them. “Tell me how you got here.”
Charlie grabbed a candy cane and unwrapped it. “We only remember bits and pieces. We were on a ship with a bunch of other male children, and we crashed in the desert.”
“How old were you?” Meg asked.
Ike shrugged. “About five years in human definitions. We were already a bonded group. There aren’t memories of us not being together.”
“But you’re not like brothers or anything?” Meg sat up.
Henry chuckled. “No, it doesn’t work that way. We were taken from our parents young and trained to fight and to do our duty. We’re a unit, a team and not related. They bond us. I don’t know how the process worked, whether it’s genetics or behavior training. I remember drills, not enough food and so much
Henry climbed out of bed and went to their little fridge. “We’ve been on Earth for a long time. Most aliens can’t control their skin’s reaction to things. It’s automatic, like breathing. That’s how they’re found out.”
Meg nodded. “The automatic response to environment makes them—sorry you guys ,” she clarified, “better warriors.”
“We think of it as them, too.” Ike hugged her. “We feel like humans most of the time. We don’t know anything else.”
Henry took an ice cube and slid it along his forearm. Nothing happened. “A new alien would react differently.” He ran it over his stomach, and a patch of fur sprang up.
Meg smiled and stroked the patch of hair until it disappeared. “Amazing. How do you hold your skin to human appearance?”
“Practice. Conditioning. Focus. We’re humanoid shaped so it’s not hard. This skin naturally fits this climate.” Charlie kissed her cheek. “I think we four need to bond now that the truth is out.”
“You’re not going to go furry or scaly or anything with me in bed, are you?” she asked.
“Want us to?” Ike couldn’t help teasing her.
Her nose scrunched in that cute way, and she shook her head. “No, not now. Maybe someday in experiments. So that’s why you don’t have girlfriends. You think they’ll freak if they find out. Or not want to be shared by three men.”
Henry grabbed her wrists and held her down to the bed. “We were waiting for you. You’re ours. We love you. End of story. No other girlfriends. We’ve always known that we’d find our female someday.” His mouth claimed a breast and licked it possessively.
Charlie straddled her waist. “It’s your fault. You have all those men working in your lab. I never knew if you were free. I thought you were sleeping with one of them.”
She laughed and moaned. “No, never. They treat me like their sister or the boss. It’s annoying. You’re the first guys who ever really made me feel like a woman instead of a geek, freak or joke.”
“You’re nothing but perfect.” Ike buried his face in her pussy and licked.
Meg lifted and arched. Ike watched Charlie lean in to kiss her as Henry still played with Meg’s breasts. It was lazy Christmas morning affection, but he had high hopes for the rest of the day.
* * * *
Hours of dozing later, Meg felt awake and the fact that the truth of her men was out finally sank in. When she looked at the nightstand, she discovered her men had been busy. A small Christmas tree twinkled and was decorated with candy canes.
She reached up and grabbed a cane then unwrapped it and savored the minty memories. It took her back to being a kid when all she’d wanted was for Santa to bring her perfect eyes or bigger boobs. Meg didn’t need those things anymore. Santa had more than made up for it with three hot men. Aliens or not.
Taking the candy out of her mouth, she ran it along Henry’s chest and licked up the sweetness. His eyes popped open, and he shifted to her. Charlie and Ike both stirred as well. The three men were so connected, Meg couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it before.
She snuggled with them. “Tell me how you got here.”
Charlie grabbed a candy cane and unwrapped it. “We only remember bits and pieces. We were on a ship with a bunch of other male children, and we crashed in the desert.”
“How old were you?” Meg asked.
Ike shrugged. “About five years in human definitions. We were already a bonded group. There aren’t memories of us not being together.”
“But you’re not like brothers or anything?” Meg sat up.
Henry chuckled. “No, it doesn’t work that way. We were taken from our parents young and trained to fight and to do our duty. We’re a unit, a team and not related. They bond us. I don’t know how the process worked, whether it’s genetics or behavior training. I remember drills, not enough food and so much
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