Layla and Her Alien

by Andrea Allen

  “Something good has to come soon,” he groaned.

  The phone rang beside him and he picked it up just to hear more bad news.

  “Hello?” Steven’s voice became cheerful, his smile faded fast.

  “It’s Colleen, I wanted to call you and let you know I’m canceling for today,” she told him in a sorrowful voice.

  Steven knew it wasn’t very professional, but he hung up without responding to her.

  He got up from the chair and headed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

  Chapter 2

  Steven got out of the shower and put on a tight, white, t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He gelled his black hair and styled it. Looking at himself in the mirror, he smiled trying to put himself back into a positive mood.

  Steven looked at his watch and saw he had fifteen minutes until his second interview was supposed to show up.

  He hustled down the stairs and waited in the living room. He paced the floors as he looked at his watch.

  The living room had four small coaches, four matching reclining chairs and a long glass table made of crystal. There were two flat screens hanging over the man-made fireplace.

  Steven had waited in the living room for over an hour before he finally gave up and realized the woman was a no call, no show.

  “Damn it!” Steven shouted at himself. He hollered so loud it echoed throughout the living room.

  Steven went up to his office and slammed the door so hard that the glass picture frames shook on the wall.

  He put his head down on the desk and felt like crying. He was doomed to fail at the new production that he knew could make him a lot of money.

  There was a light knock on the door. He thought for a moment that if he didn’t answer, the person on the other side of the door would just go away and leave him alone.

  “Come in,” he muttered, not lifting his head off the desk.

  He heard the door open, not lifting his head off the desk. He was about to give up on everything that he had started.

  “It’s been a long time brother.” A sweet, soft, voice cut the silence.

  Steven lifted his head off the desk and looked up, his eyes grew wide and a smile came to his face.

  “Emma?” he asked, getting up from his office chair.

  “I know, I’ve changed a lot over the years,” she said and laughed.

  Steven looked her over. Emma was no longer heavy set. She had long, beautiful, blonde hair and light blue eyes. She had the perfect body he was looking for since she had grown into herself since the last time he had seen her. She was a few inches shorter than he was; his prayers had been answered.

  Steven reached over and gave her a hug. She hugged him back tightly. She had missed him and she saw that he had changed too.

  “What are you doing here?” he asked, wondering why she was there, what had brought her to California.

  “I’m out here to start a new life. Maybe start a career that I like.” Emma shrugged her shoulders.

  “How about trying a modeling career?” Steven raised his eyebrows at her. Hoping she would say yes.

  “I don’t know about that.” Emma blushed, shaking her head.

  “Here’s the problem, I have a new line of bathing suits, they glow in the dark,” he explained to her.

  “It sounds like a great idea. I don’t see where the problem is,” Emma told him.

  “I don’t have a model, I’ve had two models cancel on me,” he sighed, sitting on the edge of the desk.

  Emma didn’t say anything for a few minutes and a small smile finally came to her face. She was willing to help him out.

  “I’ll give it a shot but the second you get a new model I’m out,” she told him.

  “Deal.” He nodded, grinning at her. Steven’s day was beginning to look up.

  “I see the two of you have hit it off,” Mark chuckled, walking into the room.

  “We sure have and you’re looking at the new model that’s going to take my glowing bathing suits off the ground,” Steven told him, his grin growing wider across his face.

  “That’s great news, I think we need to celebrate,” Mark suggested, glad to see that the two were getting along. He was afraid the two would ignore each other.

  “This is cause for a celebration. I want the two of you dressed and ready to go out, you have fifteen minutes,” he told them both.

  “You know that I can’t get ready in fifteen minutes,” Emma whined at him.

  “There are things you’re going to get used to while you’re living here Emma and it’s to be on time for everything. Get to it,” Mark told her, closing the office door behind him as he left the room.

  “You heard him. Dad always wants everyone to be on time. That’s where I get it from, I think,” Steven laughed.

  Chapter 3

  They were ready in fifteen minutes like Mark had asked them to be. They knew that when he told them something that they had better do it.

  Emma could see that Mark hadn’t changed that much in the years that she had been away from him. She took a deep breath as she headed down the stairs in a red tight dress. She had the diamond necklace around her neck that her mother and Mark had given to her when she was

  little.

  “Your mother would be proud of you for wearing that.” Mark nodded his approval.

  “What do you mean she would be proud?” Steven asked, seeing the sadness on Emma’s face. He knew that he was missing something.

  “The real reason I’m here Steven is because my mother had cancer. She wanted me to come up here before she passed away but she died last week. I couldn’t come up here until I had everything taken care of for her. She passed away in a tragic car accident,” Emma told him, feeling tears coming to her eyes.

  Steven didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t been told but then again, he had been so busy with his own life he didn’t think that he would’ve heard if his father told him.

  “I was hoping that your mother would’ve come back with you. Just last month she was happy about you turning your life around. She would’ve come up, I know that I could’ve convinced her,” Mark told her, opening the front door and letting her and Steven step out of the house before he locked up behind them.

  “I didn’t know, I’m sorry,” Steven whispered to her, tugging at his tight tie.

  He didn’t like wearing suits. He only wore them for work and going out. He couldn’t wait to get back home and dinner hadn’t started yet.

  “Everything’s going to be okay. Mom had a few more weeks left and I wanted to spend that time with her. No one knew that she was going to get into an accident you know?” Emma told him looking into his dark blue eyes.

  “Yeah, I know what you mean. Let’s try to have a great dinner tonight okay? It’s your first night in town and between working together, I can show you around. It’ll be fun,” Steven told her, taking a hold of her hand to comfort her.

  “That sounds great,” she told him, putting a smile on her face as he held open the limo door for her.

  The driver was already in the car waiting on them to get in. Mark got in beside Emma who was sitting in the middle.

  “Do you want a drink?” Mark asked her, getting in the mini fridge that had just about any kind of drink she wanted.

  “No thank you,” she smiled at him.

  The three of them were quiet on the way to the restaurant. Steven couldn’t take his mind off how much Emma had grown. She had changed in a good way and as he sat there so close to her, he could see the cleavage that was hiding behind the top of her dress.

  “What are you looking at?” she asked him in a teasing voice, feeling his eyes on her but not sure what he was looking at.

  “Nothing,” he whispered, looking away from her quickly but

  she knew it was something because his face was red.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at him, checked out how good he had turned out since she had been gone. She thought that Mark was going to have a hard time shapin
g Steven and she had been proven wrong. The last time she had seen him, Steven was in and out of trouble. With daddy’s money, he got away with it, everything had been swept under the rug. She was shocked to hear that he was now part owner of the company that their dad had made from the ground up. She was already impressed with him when Mark had told her everything that Steven was doing to become a business man, following in his footsteps.

  By the time the night was over, it was almost midnight when they got back home, the three of them laughing and talking about the old times. About when Steven and Emma were younger and all the trouble they had gotten into.

  “Alright, I’m going to call it a night. I’m glad that you decided to make a go of it here, Emma. Your mother would be real proud.” Mark nodded his head at her as he left the two in the living room and went up the stairs to his room.

  “You know dad never did get over your mother. He hasn’t had a real relationship since they split up but that’s between you and me,” he told her.

  “I didn’t want to leave when Mom left, but I didn’t want her to leave alone either. I know that it hurt Dad when I left with her. I’m just glad that nothing really changed. I’m glad that you’re still my brother and nothing would ever make me change my feelings on that,” Emma told him seriously.

  Steven licked his lips and saw that her blue eyes were glimmering with happiness. He could tell she was happy there.

  “Do you remember when you found out that I was going to play spin the bottle with some friends and you had to be there to make sure nothing was going to happen?” she laughed, wanting to keep going down memory lane.

  “I remember,” he blushed.

  “My first spin and when it stopped, it landed on you so you kissed me on the cheek.” She pointed and laughed at him.

  “I know,” he whispered to her.

  Now he wished that he could kiss her, wished that she had looked the way she did now back then.

  Emma leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, but at the last second Emma moved and he ended up kissing her on the mouth.

  “Sorry,” he whispered against her lips and pulled away from her.

  “I don’t want you to be sorry Steven,” Emma murmured to him, looking him in the eye and kissing him softly on the lips.

  He allowed her to kiss him, felt his heart racing as her soft lips pressed against his but then he pushed her away from gently.

  “We can’t do this,” he told her softly, feeling his cock getting hard inside his pants and he knew that she could see it.

  “Maybe next time,” she laughed and winked at him before getting off the couch and heading up to the room across from his.

  “Eight tomorrow morning. I need you to try on some bathing suits!” he shouted up at her, he wanted to get the show started.

  “Tomorrow morning!” she called back and he heard the bedroom door she went into shut softly.

  Steven’s head was pounding. He couldn’t believe that he had kissed her. That he had allowed her to kiss him. Shaking his head, he had to make sure that it didn’t happen again. After all, they were siblings, stepsiblings. but he thought it was the same thing.

  “What a night,” he muttered as he got off the couch himself and headed up the stairs to his room.

  He heard her television on as he went to his room and shut the door behind him. Though he knew it was wrong when he got into bed, he felt a smile crawl across his face.

  Chapter 4

  Steven had meant what he said and when he got up at seven that morning, he was surprised to see that Emma was already to go. Her hair was washed, her make-up was on and she was wearing a white robe. He couldn’t help but wonder if there were any clothes under the robe that she was wearing.

  “You told me to be ready so here I am,” Emma grinned at him, sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee in front of her.

  “Did you save me any?” he asked, looking at the cup in front of her.

  “There’s a pot, you don’t have maids?” She narrowed her eyes at him, her mother had all kinds of maids when she was living with her.

  “We do, but the weekends they have off. It’s Sunday, Dad thinks if we can’t do without the help for two days then we really are lazy. Not to mention he doesn’t have to worry about forking out money for the weekends too.” Steven rolled his eyes at her.

  “He has a point there,” Emma nodded her head, watching as he went to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup.

  “What do you guys normally do around here?” Emma asked him, wanting to strike up a conversation.

  “Work. Most of the time I will be in my office and Dad will be at work in his office. That’s all we really do around here.” Steven shrugged his shoulders.

  “Wow, it’s a good thing that I did come here. It’s time to save you from all this seriousness and have some fun.” Emma winked at him as he sat down across from her at the table.

  “Right.” Steven rolled his eyes at her.

  “The more I think about modeling for you, the more excited I am about it. I showered and as you can tell I’m ready to start whenever you are.” Emma looked at herself as she took another sip of her hot coffee.

  “I’m not ready at all, look at me,” he laughed.

  Emma took a good look at him and saw that his hair was a mess. He hadn’t shaved so he had stubble on his face. He looked tired from

  the night before.

  “Are you going to be the one doing the modeling?” Emma raised her eyebrows at him.

  “No.” He shook his head.

  “Okay then I think you look fine.” She smiled at him, she wasn’t lying. She thought he looked great whether he just woke up or when she had seen him last night in a suit and tie.

  “Thank you.” Steven blushed, his jawline showing as he clenched his teeth together. He couldn’t really tell her how he thought she looked. Not wanting to cross that line.

  After their cup of coffee Steven brought her upstairs to the third floor and into the modeling room that he had set up.

  “You need to invest in an elevator or something.” Emma was having a hard time breathing.

  “It keeps me in shape. I’m the only one who comes up here. I don’t even let the maids up here,” he explained to her as he walked into the room.

  Quickly he made his way to the bay windows and opened the curtains. The sunlight flooded the four white, walled room and Emma gasped when she saw the view from the back of the house.

  There was nothing but woods and mountains but compared to where she had been living, she thought it was a beautiful sight.

  “Nice huh?” Steven asked, looking over his shoulder at her.

  “It’s beautiful,” she whispered to him, walking over to get a closer look.

  “Alright, we have a busy day today. There are a few that I want you to try on and before today’s over with, I want to get them out to the

  production line and into the stores.” He clapped his hands.

  He went to the camera and made sure that it was adjusted to the way he wanted it. The pictures were going to go out to magazines and by the time the week ended, he would have everyone buying the bathing suits that he came up with.

  Emma walked away from the window and felt the sun on her back. It felt good but she knew that she had to get to work. She had promised him that she would model for him and that’s what she was going to do.

  “I want you to start out with the red one. We are going to take pictures in the light and in the dark,” he said as he handed her the red bikini.

  “You want me to wear this?” She laughed at him, shaking her head.

  “Hey, revealing clothing sells. Trust me, it does.” He nodded his head, not even smiling at her.

  He was being completely serious, the more revealing the clothing was the more they would sell.

  He watched her as she went around the corner of the room and into the small dressing room. It had only taken her a few seconds for her to put it on and come back out. When he looked at her he knew tha
t it fit well, it fit just the way he had wanted it to.

  Her legs were long, her hair was put up in a pony-tail and she shaved quite well in all the right spots. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her tits when he noticed that they were just about spilling out.

  “Are you sure that it looks okay?” she asked him, shaking her head and feeling silly in the bikini that he had given her.

  “Yes, you don’t know California girls. The only thing wrong with the picture is that you’re not tanned. You haven’t had much time in the sun yourself but that doesn’t matter,” he told her, looking at her through the lens of his camera and taking picture after picture.

  “If you say so.” She winked as he took another picture of her. He had captured the wink and thought that it was great. It was enticing and anyone with her size would get the red one. He knew those would sell fast.

  “Now I’m going to turned the lights down to dusk,” he told her, turning his back and going to the curtains.

  The sun was now just peeping through the curtains like he had wanted them to. He got the light exactly the way he wanted it but just before he went to go take a picture of her in the dusk light that he had created she had a problem.

  “The bikini top is loosening from the back,” she told him as quickly as she could. Just as the words came out her bikini top fell away and hit the floor.

  Steven quickly went over and picked it up, his fingers shaking he slightly touched her hard nipple and she moaned for him, he dropped the top again right in front of her.

  “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath and picked it back up.

  He had a clear look at the moist bikini bottom as he bent down to pick it up and his cock was hard when he stood back up.

  Emma kissed him hard on the mouth and wrapped her arms around him as she began grinding against him.

  “I’m not sure I can do this,” he told her against her mouth before pulling away.

  “Just try,” she pleaded with him. She needed him and her body needed the one thing that he could give her.

  Emma felt his arms wrap around her, felt him press against her and she moaned against his mouth as she felt his hard cock grinding against her pussy through the thin fabric she was wearing.