“But nothing, Cassie.” He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand. “I worry about you. Come on out and have breakfast, okay?”
“Okay.” I sighed and stretched. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Great.” He grinned. “Don’t let my fabulous eggs get cold.”
Since I knew he was just rehydrating them from a mix, I made a face. “Wouldn’t want that, would we?”
“Nope.” Still grinning, Josh scooted out the tent flap and went back to his cooking.
I took a quick ion shower with my portable kit—not as nice as water, but I wasn’t up to braving the frigid stream that morning—and then looked around for something to wear. I started to put on a bra, blouse, and long pants…and then stopped. What if the Beast came out to play again? I had nearly lost my last bra to him the night before, and I was running low on panties too. If I wanted to have anything decent left to wear when we got back to Earth, I needed to think about conserving my resources.
Well, isn’t that a nice, scientific way to say you’re planning to go around with no bra and panties on under your clothes? remarked my snarky little inner voice.
“Shut up,” I muttered fiercely. “What else am I supposed to do? I have to be ready in case…” In case the Beast took over Josh again. In case the truth plant’s toxin still wasn’t all the way out of his system. It was awful but true.
Sighing, I decided I had probably better not wear the long pants I’d picked out. I needed clothes with quick, easy access so I could give my Josh what he needed right away and not lose any more outfits to the Beast’s lust.
Reluctantly, I picked out a white, Henley-type top with a scoop neck. It was stretchy and could be pulled up or down easily to bare my breasts. Unfortunately, it also clung to them, outlining their full curves and showing the pink points of my nipples clearly through the thin fabric. Ever since my new development, I had never gone without a bra. Now I felt naked without one, but there was no helping the situation—I had to be practical and do what was best even if it felt uncomfortable.
Finding the right skirt to go with my blouse was even worse. I wanted something short, with easy access to my pussy without being too obvious about it. Finally I chose a tight cotton mini with a slit up the side. In a pinch, I could shift the skirt around so the slit was in the front, baring myself quickly to Josh.
Then satisfied that I was ready for the Beast’s next appearance, I stepped out of the tent and went to breakfast.
I saw Josh giving me strange looks as we ate our eggs and drank instant coffee, and I knew he was probably wondering about the way I was dressed. Earlier he had complained that my tops were too tight and my skirts were too short—surely the outfit I had put on today exemplified that. I was sorry if it bothered him, but what else could I do? Even though he didn’t know it, I was dressed this way for his benefit.
We ate in silence but finally, near the end of the meal, he cleared his throat. “Uh, Cassandra?”
Uh-oh, when he used the long version of my first name I knew something serious was coming.
“Yes?” I looked up at him, trying to smile.
“I, uh, can’t help but notice you’re not…” He flickered his gaze from my face to my full breasts, clearly outlined by the tight white top. “You don’t seem to be wearing a bra.”
“I only brought two because I thought this would be a short mission,” I said. “One of them got, uh, damaged beyond repair and the other one is…is lost. Sorry.”
“Oh. Okay.” He looked down at his plate again as though thinking what to say. “Could you maybe…not wear such tight shirts then?” he asked at last.
Feeling defensive, I frowned. “I can’t help that, Josh. According to you all my shirts are tight. Besides, it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”
He winced, and I felt instantly bad for being so snappish. After all, the conscious part of his mind had no idea of what was going on between us.
“I’m sorry,” I said in a more subdued tone. “I know my body, um, bothers you. But I don’t have many options right now, clothing-wise.” That, at least, was true.
“Okay.” He put down his plate and rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m sorry too. It’s just…I shouldn’t be looking at you this way. And some of the dreams I’ve been having…”
“What dreams?” I said eagerly. Could it be that his subconscious was trying to tell him what we’d been doing while the Beast was out?
But Josh only shook his head. “They’re just…they’re not dreams I ought to be having about you, of all people. That’s all.”
“I’m sorry, Josh,” I said again, helplessly. “I know the way I look now is different, and it makes it hard on you.” Then I had an idea. “Maybe…maybe if you can get used to it, it won’t bother you so much.”
He frowned warily. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, go ahead and stare if you want.” Though it made me blush, I sat up straight and pushed out my chest. My full breasts swayed slightly with the motion, and I could feel my nipples going instantly erect under the thin, stretchy material of my top.
“God, Cass…” Josh groaned softly. But his gaze was fixed on my breasts, as though he couldn’t look away.
“Good.” Not sure what I was doing, I put down my plate and stood, keeping my chest in his line of sight. “See, it’s not so bad.”
“I guess not.” Josh still sounded doubtful.
“Of course not.” Slowly, I approached him. He was sitting in a low camp chair, which meant when I got right up to him, his face was just about at the level of my chest. I put my breasts right in front of his eyes, and my nipples tightened even more under his intense scrutiny. “Do you like them, Josh?” I asked softly. “Do you like my breasts?”
“I can’t help it,” he said hoarsely. “God help me, Cass, I try but I can’t.”
“It’s all right.” I still wasn’t sure what I was doing or why I was doing it, but it felt right. Maybe it was the lingering effects of the small dose of truth serum I had received that were making me bold. Or maybe I just remembered the rough yet gentle way he’d pinched and sucked my nipples the night before and I missed it. For whatever reason, I reached down to take his hands, which were lying limply on his thighs. Then I brought them up to cup my breasts through the thin white shirt, nestling them firmly in his palms.
For a long, breathless moment we stayed like that. I could feel the warmth of Josh’s hands though my blouse, the slight roughness of his palms against my sensitive nipples. It felt so good it made me wish I’d had the nerve to push up my blouse and lay my naked breasts in his hands instead of just letting him cup me through the shirt.
Acting on the impulse before I thought about it, I tugged the scoop neck of my blouse down, sliding it over my breasts until they were bare in Josh’s palms. My nipples were so hard they hurt, and I longed to feel him touch them and suck them again.
“It’s okay,” I said softly, moving his hands with mine so that my tight buds were brushing against his fingertips. “It’s okay if you want to look at me, Josh. If you want to touch me…”
Slowly, as though in a dream, he began to stroke and pinch my nipples. It felt so good I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning. I still wasn’t sure why I was doing this, only that it felt incredibly and incontrovertibly right somehow. Right in a way I couldn’t explain or define but right nonetheless.
I held perfectly still, offering no resistance as Josh caressed my naked breasts. In a way, it was like he was touching them for the first time. Because despite the fact that he’d been licking and sucking my nipples and pussy for the past two days, he didn’t remember any of it.
Looking down, I met his gaze, which was half-lidded with obvious desire. “Well?” I said softly.
Something moved in Josh’s eyes—a fierce, inhuman lust I recognized as the Beast. But as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.
“What the hell, Cassandra?” He pulled his hands away from my breasts as though he’d been burned.
“Why…why the hell did you do that?”
“I’m sorry.” Blushing fiercely, I pulled up my top, covering myself. “I thought…I guess I thought it would make it easier on you.”
“Easier to do what? To fucking molest you?” He stood abruptly, barely avoiding knocking into me, and strode to the other side of the camp, as though desperate to put some distance between us.
“You were hardly molesting me, Josh. I am over the age of consent,” I pointed out drily.
Josh ran both hands through his hair in agitation. “That doesn’t matter. I still won’t do that to you. I can’t.”
I thought about telling him he’d been doing that and a whole lot more for the past two days, but again I kept my mouth closed. If he hated himself just for briefly touching my breasts, how much more would he despise himself if he knew he’d been sucking my nipples and going down on me? No, it was my secret, and I had to keep it. As for my own desires, wherever they had come from, I would just have to put them aside and pretend everything was normal.
“Look,” I said. “I’m sorry—I made a mistake. Let’s just forget about it and move on.”
“Fine.” Josh still looked agitated, but he took several deep breaths, obviously trying to calm down. “We’ll forget about it, then. Let’s get to work.”
I nodded agreement, and we both did our best to act like nothing had happened. Still, there was a lingering awkwardness between us and I noticed, with sad resignation, that Josh was back to not touching me again, not even in a casual, friendly way. Obviously it was going to take our relationship a long time to recover from this little snafu. There was nothing for me to do but go forward and wait to see if the Beast would come out again.
Chapter Nine
The Beast did come out later that day, several times, in fact. And over the next week and a half, he came out more and more often to my mingled trepidation and desire. Both to my shame and my pleasure, I was getting used to Josh’s alter ego.
I no longer tried to get away from Josh when he was the Beast or stop him from doing anything he wanted. Instead, I led him quietly to the tent, pulled up my blouse and skirt, and spread my legs for him. I told myself it was the only thing I could do, but I had to admit I felt guilty when I thought about how quickly and easily I’d become accustomed to his advances.
There was only one thing that worried me—well, several things, actually. First, we had extended our stay by another week for Josh to continue his work but still the truth plant’s venom showed no signs of wearing out. In fact, if anything the Beast came to me more often than he had at first. In the beginning, Josh’s alter ego had only manifested during the night or early morning. Now he might come out to play at any time of the day or night. There didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to his schedule. He just appeared, and I had to drop whatever it was I was doing to satisfy his lust.
The second thing that worried me was that the dormant period between when Josh was himself and when he was the Beast seemed to be getting shorter—a lot shorter. It was almost like he had some kind of sexual narcolepsy. He could fall asleep one second and wake up the next as a completely different person. Several times I had to make extremely lame excuses as to why I was so disheveled. Josh always accepted whatever I said, but I saw suspicion growing in his eyes each time.
I was afraid the day was coming when Josh would fall asleep as the Beast and wake up as himself right in the middle of some sexual act. After all, what possible explanation could I give him if he woke up with his face buried between my thighs and his tongue deep in my pussy?
He’ll hate himself, I thought unhappily as I came back to the camp with some new plant samples near noon in the middle of the second week. He’ll never be able to accept what he’s been doing.
The only bright spot was that the Beast hadn’t tried to fuck me yet. Though I could feel the hard bulge of his cock against my thigh as he sucked my breasts and fingered my pussy, he hadn’t yet tried to get it into me.
I wasn’t sure if I felt relieved or disappointed about that. On one hand, it was wrong to fuck my stepbrother. On the other hand, what he did to me felt so good it was hard not to wonder what it would feel like to have that long, hard length thrust deep in my pussy. I still wasn’t sure what I would do if he ever did decide to try it. Would I struggle—try to resist as I had done in the beginning? Or would it be better to simply spread my legs as I did for his fingers and tongue, and let him in?
My musings were interrupted by a low growl from behind me. I turned and saw Josh standing there with a towel wrapped around his trim, muscular waist. His hair was wet, and there were water droplets beading his broad shoulders—obviously he’d just had a bath in the stream.
He growled again, and I saw the familiar look on his face—he was the Beast once more, and I knew what he wanted. To my shame, my pussy got instantly wet and my nipples tightened into hard little points of desire.
“All right,” I whispered, my mouth suddenly too dry to speak normally. “Come on, we’ll go into the tent.”
But the Beast was too impatient for that—he came for me in the middle of camp. I barely had time to move before he was pulling up my blouse and sucking my nipples.
“Easy, Josh. Easy,” I moaned softly, stroking his thick, black hair with my free hand. “Look, I have to put these samples down or they’ll be ruined, okay?”
I pulled away from him as well as I could and bent at the waist to place the plant samples, which represented a whole day’s work, outside the round, grassy area in the center of our camp.
Suddenly, Josh pushed me down, to my hands and knees.
“Hey!” I gasped. He had never done this before—had never shown any inclination to have me in any position but flat on my back. Looking behind me, I saw that his towel had fallen off, baring his naked, muscular body. But even more frightening, I saw that his cock was fully erect. Curving toward his belly button, his long, hard shaft looked even bigger than it had when I saw it during the shower incident. Oh God, what was he going to do?
Frightened for the first time since this had begun, I tried to get off my hands and knees, or at least to roll over on my back. But the Beast wouldn’t allow either action. Growling, he pressed me firmly back into place with my breasts hanging down and my ass high in the air.
He pushed my skirt up around my waist as he had many times before. But this time instead of opening for him willingly, I kept my legs pressed tightly together, fearful of what might happen if I gave him easy access in this position. My whole body tensed when I felt his thumbs prying at my inner thighs, forcing me to spread myself and let him in, at least a little.
But the next minute I relaxed. Instead of the blunt head of his cock, I felt only the hot, wet slide of his tongue across my outer pussy lips. It’s all right. He just wants to taste me in a different position. That’s not so bad, is it?
It certainly didn’t seem to be. Obligingly, I spread my legs wider and arched my back, giving Josh much greater access to my naked pussy.
Josh brought me to orgasm quickly. His talented tongue stroking my throbbing clit from behind made me hotter than I would have thought possible. I moaned and pressed back against his face as he licked and sucked me, reveling in every moment of the sweet love that was coming my way.
Then, to my surprise, Josh stopped. I wondered if he was about to touch me with his fingers instead or if he wanted me on my back again for round two. Or if—
Suddenly a heavy hand on my shoulder cut off my thoughts. He was holding me down again. But why?
“Josh?” I turned my head and was horrified to see his cock in his hand. Not only that, but he had it pointed toward me and was obviously getting ready to use it. “Josh,” I whispered again, unable to take my eyes of that long, thick shaft. “Josh, please, let’s talk about this…”
But there was no talking with the Beast. Before I knew it, he was swiping the broad head of his cock, slippery with precum, over my wet, inner pussy. I gasped in shock as it slid over my tender clit and
then settled directly at the entrance to my unprotected cunt.
Oh God, this is it! He’s really going to do it this time. He’s really going to fuck me. Despite my growing desire, I was still a virgin and I feared the long, blunt battering ram of Josh’s cock. The Beast was many things, but he wasn’t subtle, and I knew this wasn’t going to be an easy or gentle experience. The thought of him thrusting that thick shaft deep into my tight cunt to fill me completely made me quiver with dread.
“Please, Josh,” I pleaded. “Please.”
But my pleas fell on deaf ears. Slowly but surely, his long, hard cock breached my entrance. I was tight but very wet from the way he had licked me earlier. My pussy throbbed as, in short, hard thrusts, he slowly made his way deeper and deeper into my virgin cunt. Well, soon I would be a virgin no longer. I knew the minute he touched bottom inside me, I would lose that status forever. But that wasn’t what worried me the most.
My biggest fear was the fact that I wasn’t on any kind of birth control. What if Josh fucked me and came in me and made me pregnant? Since there was no real blood relation between us, our child should be perfectly normal and healthy. Still, it wasn’t right, was it?
I didn’t know. I only knew I was coming closer and closer to losing my virginity. Slowly but surely the Beast was pressing his long, thick shaft deeper and deeper into my pussy. In just another moment—
But suddenly the forward motion stopped, and he was deadweight across my back. I knew what that meant. Oh my God, he’s out! And he’ll come back as Josh! Panicked, I struggled to worm my way out from beneath him, but he was too heavy and his cock was too firmly lodged within me—it only lacked a few inches to be buried to the hilt inside me.
The more I struggled, the deeper his cock settled inside my pussy. It was almost as though I was trying to impale myself on Josh’s shaft instead of endeavoring to get away from it. Grimly, I kept trying. I had to get him off me, out of me before he woke up and realized what he’d been doing to me. I had to keep my secret at all costs!
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