Benji was frowning at a box of groceries he had pulled out from under the counter.
“What’s the problem?”
“We don’t have a lot of food. Once I decided to leave, I started hiding stuff away, but it was only a few things here and there. I thought the store by the logging road would be open, but they’ve already closed for the season.”
He looked scared and she gave him a quick hug. “We’ll think of something. T’chok brought food as well. That should be enough to tide us over until the snow melts.” Assuming that it did melt and that the storm hadn’t signified an early start to the winter.
“And then what? Didn’t the alien say you ran away, too?”
Rachel sighed. “I guess it’s time for that explanation.”
She found a canister of tea bags in the pantry cabinet, along with some other ancient supplies. Over a cup of weak tea and a shared protein bar, she gave Benji a carefully edited version of her adventures. He was impressed by her descriptions of the spaceship, amused by her refusal to wash, and oddly silent as she tried to explain her relationship with T’chok. He studied her face after she finished her story, his expression unusually reserved.
“He called you his L’chka. What is that?”
She bit her lip, but she had never lied to him and she didn’t want to start now.
“It’s like, well, it’s like a wife.”
“So, you’re saying you married an alien?” He didn’t look quite as shocked as she expected but then Benji was smart enough to have picked up on their relationship, just from watching them together.
“Yeah, I did.”
“Do you love him?”
“Yes.”
He bent his head, studying his plate. “Are you going to try and send me back to Mom and Tom?”
“What? Of course not. We are still going to stay together, but it will be three of us now.”
“Really?” He raised his head, eyes bright with tears. She circled the table and knelt on the ground next to him.
“Really. You’re my brother. I love you. Just because I love T’chok doesn’t make me love you any less.” She hugged him and he leaned into her. “We’re staying together.”
He sniffed and raised his head, a rueful grin crossing his face. “You mean unless we get caught.”
She sighed. “Yeah. But hopefully T’chok’s friend will work that out so we don’t have to hide all the time. If not, we’ll just stay here. You’d be okay with that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah—as long as the food holds out.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Okay, let’s take stock and see where we stand.” Rachel got up and stretched. “And then you, kid, need a bath.”
“I do not.”
“Yes, you do. You stink.” She wrinkled her nose at him.
“No, you stink,” he returned.
They grinned at each other, enjoying the familiar game.
“I’m afraid you’re right,” she admitted ruefully. “I’ll start some water boiling while we figure out our supplies.”
While she pumped a bucket of water, Benji built up the fire in the wood stove. She hadn’t thought about it last night, but she was amazed that her brother had remembered enough from their previous trips to be able to get it going. He really was a smart kid—and he should be in school. She sighed. How had they gone from living a normal life to hiding out in a cabin the mountains? She could understand Benji’s resentment of the Yehrin and all the changes they had forced upon their lives. Of course, even without the Yehrin, Tom’s entrance into their lives would have caused enough havoc. And looking over at the bed, she knew she wouldn’t change anything that had brought T’chok into her life.
“Why are you sighing? He’s fine,” Benji said. She could hear the resentment in his voice and wasn’t sure how to handle it. He was so used to being the center of her life, he would be bound to dislike anyone who was important to her, but the events of the past few months certainly didn't help.
“I was looking at him to see if he was waking up. I was sighing because you’re a smart kid and you should be in school.”
“I know.” He looked a little embarrassed and then blurted out in a rush. “I brought my schoolbooks with me. I know it’s probably stealing or something and a normal kid probably wouldn’t have done it, but I thought maybe I’d be bored and I kinda like my subjects this year.”
“You’re a perfectly normal kid, just an extra smart one. I’m proud of you for thinking about it, bug.”
He looked even more embarrassed, but he grinned at her. Glad to see that he’d recovered from his flash of resentment, she deliberately didn’t look back over at T’chok. If he didn’t wake up by noon, she would try and awaken him, but for now, rest was probably the best thing for him.
Together they pulled out the two boxes of groceries that Benji had brought. She bit back a grin as she examined the contents. Two half-full boxes of cereal, boxes of macaroni and cheese, a jar of peanut butter and one of jelly, the tail end of a loaf of bread, cereal bars, and a bunch of canned soups—you could definitely tell that a kid had chosen the food. If it was just the two of them, she could probably stretch it to last about two weeks, but with T’chok along… She couldn’t resist shooting another quick glance in his direction. It was hard to seeing him lying so still.
Returning to the current task, she went through the rest of the pantry cabinet in the small kitchen area. The supplies she had brought two years ago were still there—flour, sugar, salt and a few other staples. They were all sealed in big glass jars, but she gave them a worried look.
“You don’t think flour goes bad, do you?” she asked Benji.
“I don’t think so. I’m not so sure about the canned stuff.” There were a dozen or so cans that she had also brought along the last time. They both surveyed them doubtfully.
“My scanner can determine if the food is safe to eat.” The rusty voice surprised them both and they swung round to see T’chok sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked like he was about to fall over, and Rachel rushed to his side.
“What are you doing? You should be lying down.”
“I need to urinate.”
“Oh. Um, it’s outside—do you think you can make it that far?”
“Of co—” He started to nod, then groaned and clutched his head. “Perhaps not.”
“He can pee in a jar. I don’t want him smelling up the place.”
“Benji, don’t talk like that. But the jar is a good idea. Will you bring me one of the ones in the cabinet? A big one.” She blushed on the last words and avoided looking at her brother.
“Get it yourself. I don’t want to see some alien’s dick. I’m going outside.”
“Benji!” He was out the door before she could finish the reprimand. She sighed and looked at T’chok. “He’s not usually like this.”
“He has cause to be unhappy. After my visit to the ranch, I realized why you were so anxious. Your mother is not a fit parent.”
“You can say that again. Now you just stay here and don’t move. I’ll get a jar.”
“It is not necessary.” He started to stand up but collapsed back down, looking angry and frustrated. “Perhaps it is necessary. I do not like this. I should be taking care of you. You should not need to care for me.”
“I like that we can care for each other.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, his head was level with hers and she leaned in to kiss him. He might not be able to stand, but as soon as her lips met his, he took over the kiss, just as demanding as always. It was her turn for her knees to weaken and she melted against him. His arms came around her and she lost herself in his kiss. He spread his legs and pulled her closer so that she could feel his erection like an iron bar against her aching clit. Her nipples rubbed against his hard chest and she moaned.
“My zuzu.” He started to lift her higher and then groaned. It was not a sound of pleasure and she immediately pulled back.
“What was I thinking? You’re still injured.”
The throbbing ache between her legs didn’t diminish but she gave him a sultry smile. “I don’t mind waiting for you.”
“We have waited too long already.” He scowled and for a moment she saw an echo of Benji’s pouty little boy face on his harsh alien features.
“You can make it up to me,” she promised. “Let me get that jar.”
A short time later she came out of the cabin with the jar. Too embarrassed to watch while he actually used it, she had turned back in time to see him with his cock still in his hand. The sight did nothing to assuage her lingering arousal. Determined to ignore it, she had heated up one of Benji’s cans of soup and he had swallowed the chicken and stars without complaint before falling back into an exhausted sleep. Now she emptied the jar into the outhouse, washed it out in the rapidly melting snow and went to look for her brother.
Benji was trying to split a log into smaller pieces. She bit back an instinctive protest at the sight of her brother with a dangerous tool. He had managed to strike small pieces off the side but didn’t yet have the control to bring the axe down in the center of the log.
“Whatcha doing, bug?”
“We need more wood for the stove,” he panted. “Dammit. I can’t make it go where I want.” He flung the axe to one side and turned away, but not before she saw a frustrated tear roll down his cheek.
Once again, she bit her tongue, knowing that protesting either his language or his treatment of tools would only make matters worse. “That axe is too heavy for you. I think Dad had a smaller one.”
Not looking in his direction, she opened the doors that lined one end of the woodshed. All of her dad’s tools were neatly arrayed on pegboard hangers. Some of them were a little rusty but the majority still looked as if they were just waiting for him to come back and pick them up. It was her turn to let a tear escape. Benji stuck a cold hand in hers and she squeezed it.
“I used to sit out here and watch Dad work,” she said. “Sometimes he would let me help and it made me so proud.”
“I wish I’d known him.”
“I wish you had, too. He would've been so proud of you, Benji.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.” She squeezed his hand and choked down a rush of love and memories. “There, try that axe.”
He picked it up and nodded. “This feels better.”
“Give it a try.”
This time the log split into two neat halves and he gave an excited yell. “I did it.”
“Good job! Are you ready to come back in now?”
“Nah, I want to split some more wood.”
“Okay. I’ll get the bath set up. I’ll take mine first so knock before you come in. Then it’s your turn.”
He groaned and she ruffled his hair. “Bet you’re wishing I’d never found you, aren’t you?”
She was teasing him, but he flung his arms around her. “No. I’m really glad you’re here. Even with an alien.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Back inside the cabin, she dragged the big metal wash tub out from under the bed as quietly as possible. T’chok was still sleeping but he seemed more natural now, like he was truly asleep rather than unconscious. He had removed his uniform top after he ate and she took a minute to admire that broad expanse of muscle, each one clearly delineated despite the dusting of silky black hair. A sudden longing to kiss her way down his body filled her and she shook her head. Lusting after him while he was injured didn’t seem right. Unfortunately, her body didn’t care. Memories of their night together sent pulses of heat between her legs.
“I can scent your arousal, little girl.” T’chok’s eyes were open, electric blue in the dim light. “I hope you did not intend to touch yourself.”
“What? No!” Truthfully, the thought had not occurred to her but now that he mentioned it, she was suddenly tempted.
“You had better not. That tight little cunt belongs to me now. I am the only one who will bring you pleasure.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Does that mean you can’t touch yourself, either?”
“Why would I need to when I have you to fulfill my needs?”
The memory of his enormous cock stretching her mouth sent another pulse of lust through her body and she nodded, no thought of denial in her head. “Now, sir?”
“I am tempted but I will wait until I may satisfy you as well.” Before she could protest, he pointed to the tub. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to take a bath.” As she spoke, she remembered Benji and cast an anxious look at the door. She had told him to knock but it only reinforced the fact that she should not be thinking of T’chok that way right now.
His eyes darkened and he grinned, all sharp white teeth. “This should be most enjoyable.”
To her surprise, he did not fall back asleep but watched as she positioned the tub in front of the fireplace and poured in the pots of boiling water. She added cold water from the pump until it was suitable temperature and then refilled the pots and set more water on to heat. The cedar-lined metal trunk where they kept their linens held towels and a box of lavender soaps. The bath ready, still she hesitated, unexpectedly shy.
“Remove your clothes, my zuzu.” T’chok’s voice held the commanding note that always made her body respond. She gulped and shot him a timid glance. The cabin was dim, sunlight muted by the curtains still drawn across the windows, but she could see his eyes gleaming.
“Now, little girl. Do not make me tell you again.”
“Yes, sir.” She began to peel out of the layers, relieved to have them off but self-conscious under his watching eyes. Nervous about what she was doing, she hesitated over each move, then blushed when she figured out that she was making the action more erotic. She began to speed up again and he stopped her.
“No, do it slowly. I like to watch you reveal your luscious little body to me an inch at a time.”
She slid the sweater slowly up over her head, letting her fingers trail up her skin as she lifted the hem. The sensation made her shiver and her nipples hardened.
“Very nice. You are beautiful, my zuzu.”
The tank was next, leaving her upper half bare.
“Touch your breasts. Imagine that my hands are caressing you,” he ordered in a low, husky voice.
Embarrassment fought with arousal, but she did as he commanded, cupping her breasts in her hands before squeezing her nipples gently. The sensation spiked straight to her pussy and she arched her back.
“Now take off your lower garments. I wish to see all of you.”
Reluctantly moving her hands from her now aching breasts, she slid her leggings and panties down in one quick push.
“Faster than I would have preferred but I can not argue with the result. Is your little cunt wet for me?”
Too embarrassed to answer him, she looked away.
“Answer me, R’chel. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes, sir,” she admitted.
“Show me.”
Sliding a tentative hand between her legs, she felt the slick warmth of her arousal. She slid her fingers back out and showed him the way they glistened.
“Good girl. Now come here.”
Exposed and vulnerable, she approached the bed. Her cheeks were on fire, but her body’s need counteracted her embarrassment. T’chok was sitting up on the edge of the bed again and he pulled her between his legs.
“Give me your hand.”
She held it out and he took her fingers into his mouth. The wet warmth closed around them, holding her fingers captive as he licked each digit. Then he sucked on them, the hard pull sending shivers of arousal through her, and she squirmed against him.
“Delicious,” he said, letting her fingers slide free. “When I have recovered, I will spread you wide and feast on your delightful cunt for hours, my zuzu.”
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p; “T’chok,” she gasped, her whole being focused on the throbbing ache between her legs.
“Do you need, little girl?”
“Yes. Please. Sir.”
He chuckled and thrust a finger between her legs. Even one finger was wide enough to spread her lips and she moaned as he stroked her across her swollen clit. She clutched at him.
“So wet for me,” he murmured approvingly. “Look at me.”
Her eyes had been closed, focusing on the sensation between her legs, but she forced them open. For once their heads were on a level and she could look directly into his amazing eyes. His pupils had expanded, leaving only a ring of fiery blue, and she felt she could drown in them. He added another finger, parting her even further, and she automatically spread her legs to accommodate him. He slicked back and forth across her clit, forcing her arousal even higher but not quite taking her over the edge.
“Sir, please,” she begged.
“I like this look on you. Helpless with arousal.” He spoke sternly but the look on his face was loving. “I should make you wait.”
“No, please, sir.” She tried to push harder against his hand, but he refused to allow her to increase the pressure.
“None of that. I will decide when it is time.” The knowledge that he controlled her sent her desire up another notch and she cried out as her empty pussy contracted.
“Do not close your eyes,” he warned.
“No, sir.” She focused on his face, hands reaching up to grasp his horns. He moved faster, no longer sliding up and down but circling her swollen nub with a firm pressure that made her grip him harder. His other arm was around her waist, but that hand traveled down to tease her entrance before sliding a finger inside. Even one finger stretched her still inexperienced pussy, but it helped to fill the emptiness.
“More, please, sir.” Her eyes never left his face, so she saw him smile as he added another finger. The slight burn sang through her sensitive flesh. “Oh, yes.”
“Now, my zuzu. Come for me.” He pinched her swollen clit as he pressed deep with his fingers and she shattered. Her body shook and her vision exploded in a flash of white light as she called out his name. She saw the expression of satisfaction on his face before her knees weakened and she collapsed against him.
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