Alien Exchange Program

by Robert Lubrican

  And that was the concept that it was true ... Craig liked her and she liked him, and it was very possible that she had a boyfriend. She dared to hope, then. And when Carly rolled over to join them, after having an orgasm that also seemed completely familiar to Sherry's ears, her presence only seemed to make the reality of her new circumstances more solid.

  It was at that moment that Sherry Masters decided to categorize herself in terms the rest of the world could understand, even if it did not approve.

  She decided she was bisexual ... and that she had both a boyfriend and a girlfriend.

  And she wanted it to stay that way.

  *****

  "You should let him do this to you," groaned Carly.

  It was later, almost two in the morning. Sherry was lying beside her girlfriend and boyfriend. At that moment, her boyfriend was on top of her girlfriend. She could just barely see, in rhythmic intervals, her boyfriend’s boner sliding in and out of her girlfriend's pussy. It was the boner she had sucked that night, and the pussy she had also sucked.

  And it didn't bother her at all.

  "I'm too chicken," said Sherry.

  "I thought you wanted to stay a virgin," huffed Craig.

  "I did until you came along and messed things up," said Sherry.

  "I've always been there."

  "Not like this," said Sherry.

  "Go in and push," groaned Carly.

  Sherry watched as Craig lurched forward and then stopped moving. His hips moved slightly, back and forth.

  "Oh yeaaaah," whined Carly. "Like that."

  "You're squeezing me," panted Craig.

  "I'm not doing anything," replied his sister.

  "Yes you are. It feels like you're using your hand on me ... jerking it off."

  "I'm not doing that on purpose."

  "Well you should learn to, because it's going to make me cum."

  "You have to pull out," gasped Carly. "You were supposed to get some condoms. Pull out and Sherry can drink it."

  "I'm okay for now," he panted.

  "You'd better be," she puffed. "This would be a very bad time for your sperm to get in me."

  "Hurry up and cum," he gasped. "The urge is getting stronger."

  "Then take it out. It's too dangerous."

  He did, and found Sherry lying on her back, legs spread.

  "Don't put it in me," she said, breathlessly, "but you can rub it around while you cum."

  His hand went to his rampant cock and stroked it as he scrambled to get between Sherry's thighs. His knees impacted her inner thighs as he walked on them and she bent her knees, lifting her legs off the bed, widening them, fully exposing swollen labia and leaving her defenseless.

  As he stroked, he got the tip of his cock closer and closer to those lips and they seemed to acknowledge him as they slowly peeled apart, exposing a darkness that he knew was her interior.

  The urge was there again, and this time he let it take over. As he felt what he knew was the first millisecond of the first rocketing spurt, he dipped the tip of his prick into that dark opening, and hosed it full of thick, white spunk. He watched, eyes wide at first, as he got his sperm inside Sherry, even if it was only a little. The urge to breed reached out and, metaphorically, grabbed him by the nape of his neck and shook him. His body sagged and the tip of his cock plugged the hole he had just filled, shooting again.

  "Ohhhhh," moaned Sherry, as she felt the hot liquid she loved to swallow, being swallowed in a different way. She wasn't worried about that liquid making her pregnant. She'd finished her last period only two days previously. But having sperm - especially this man's sperm - inside her, suddenly felt like something very important had happened in her life, something she needed to grab onto, and cultivate.

  Something she needed to make happen again.

  *****

  All three teens were exhausted by the time they finally fell asleep. When Carly knew they were about to all nod off, she had the presence of mind to toss pajamas at her lovers. Sherry pulled hers on and let her head fall on the pillow with a satisfied sigh.

  When they lay down, Sherry was already snoring softly. They just naturally cuddled as they fell asleep.

  Other things happened "naturally" that night too.

  The twins had already established some "natural" patterns, and these now instituted themselves with less than conscious control.

  Such as when, around six in the morning, Craig woke with a raging hardon, he pushed his bottoms down to his hips to free it. Then he rolled toward his sister, and worked her bottoms down, until he could poke his boner into the apex of her thighs.

  She murmured as he manipulated her, but did not fully awaken from her exhausted slumber.

  Neither did he, really.

  His actions were instinctive, and his intent was subliminal. The fact that the tip of his cock found the place it was designed to penetrate was more accident than design.

  But when he fucked that inch or two of vagina, the outcome was inevitable.

  He spurted in her fertile pussy, filling her otherwise empty channel with sticky semen.

  Then he relaxed, and went fully back to sleep.

  Carly didn't realize she'd been inseminated while she was in the most dangerous part of her menstrual cycle, until she woke up in the morning and found her PJ bottoms half off and the mess he'd made between her thighs.

  *****

  "You were supposed to get some condoms!" she groused, for probably the third time since she woke him up with a punch.

  "I tried," he groaned. He wasn't happy about what he'd done either.

  "They're free at school," commented Sherry.

  "You have to ask Mrs. Brown for them," he said.

  "Really? That's fucked up."

  "Tell me about it."

  "You can buy them, you know," said Sherry.

  "Yes, and every place I can do that they know me. And they know my parents." His inference was obvious.

  "What are we going to do now?" moaned Carly. She'd taken a long shower, during which she'd tried to reach up inside her and drag as much of his semen out as possible. She had no idea how successful she'd been. Or not.

  "When are you due?" asked Sherry.

  "Two weeks," said Carly. "Fourteen days exactly."

  "In that case, you shouldn't have let him in you at all."

  "I didn't let him do that! He did it in his sleep! In our sleep!"

  "I meant earlier. When he pulled it out and I let him get it on me. I learned in school that a penis leaks sperm while the fucking is actually going on."

  "You're a big help," groaned Carly.

  "Sorry. The only thing you can do is wait and see what happens."

  "Shit."

  "Shall I start calling you 'Mommy'?"

  "Not funny, Sherry."

  "I know. I'm sorry. I just don't know what else to tell you."

  "You were supposed to get some condoms!" complained Carly, glaring at her brother.

  He shrugged, helplessly.

  "I know what we can do," said Sherry.

  "What?"

  "We can go have breakfast."

  "That doesn't help."

  "Well, then, think of the silver lining to this particular cloud," suggested Sherry.

  "And what would that be?" Carly's voice was filled with acid.

  "Considering this problem, telling your parents you switched back should be easy."

  *****

  The problem was that it wasn't easy. They still hadn't thought of a way they could manufacture a situation in which it would be believable that they'd switched back.

  Fran and Jack were both used to the morose behavior of their children at breakfast. They assumed it was because the kids dreaded another day of having to deal with ... things. And there was nothing they could think of to ease that burden, so they tried to just go on as normally as possible. To that end, they ignored Carly's sullen face, and Craig's uncharacteristically quiet demeanor.

  When breakfast was over, Carly said she w
anted to go for a walk.

  "I'll go with you," said Sherry.

  "Fine," said Carly, without enthusiasm.

  "You could be a little more appreciative," commented Fran. "Sherry is only trying to make it look, to the world, as if everything is normal. She and your sister have been friends for years."

  Carly, knowing her mother thought she was talking to Craig, made no comment. That's because when she tried to imagine what Craig would have done in this situation, when he was still in her body, she came up with nothing.

  And that, interestingly, cheered her up. She might be pregnant, but at least she was back in her own body. She had a sudden mental image of herself, still in Craig's body, withdrawing her sperm-covered penis from her own body, wondering if she had just gotten herself pregnant.

  She decided maybe things weren't so bad after all. If she was pregnant, there was nothing she could do about it. But at least if she was pregnant, she hadn't done it to herself. Sort of. She felt the beginnings of a headache as she tried to make sense of things.

  "Let's go for that walk," she said, reaching to take Sherry's hand. "I'm glad you want to go with me."

  *****

  "I thought everything would just go back to normal," said Carly, as they walked down the street.

  "I get that," said Sherry. "But Craig was right. The things that have happened to us can't be undone, and they can't be forgotten. The world changes constantly."

  "I know," sighed Carly.

  They walked on for a while in silence.

  "Want to hear something bizarre?" asked Carly.

  "Sure, but let me tell you, bizarre is something I have a lot of experience with, so I might not be shocked."

  Carly told her about the vision she'd had, of herself in Craig's body, having inseminated her own.

  "That sounds like something out of science fiction," said Sherry.

  "In a way, I did that," said Carly. "That first time, when I rolled on top of him, I felt so strong, and so full of energy. And I fucked him, Sherry. I really did that. I pounded it to him, exactly like I love having him pound it to me now. And I came in him ... in me!"

  "That sounds scary."

  "It wasn't. It felt so right. It felt like I was doing the only thing in the whole world I was supposed to be doing at that moment."

  "Maybe it was. That's what changed you back."

  "I know! And I should be happy about that."

  "But you're not?"

  "How can I be happy about the possibility that I'm going to have Craig's baby?"

  "I don't know. Tell me this. What bothers you most? That you're pregnant? That if you are it's Craig's baby? Or what your parents will do when they find out?"

  "Well, duh. My parents!" said Carly immediately. "They'll kill me!"

  "So ... if you're not pregnant, then everything is fine?"

  "Yes, of course."

  "Okay, then imagine this. You're your parents. Your kids got abducted by aliens and put into each other's bodies. You think that's a permanent condition, and that your kids are going to be miserable for the rest of their lives. You're worried that somebody will find out and lock them up in a laboratory somewhere and dissect them, maybe alive! Now, imagine that they find out all that is no longer a problem. The kids are back where they should be and nobody will ever find out anything about all this. Now, the only problem they have is that their daughter is pregnant. Do you really think they're going to kill you? I mean ten seconds ago they were sure their daughter would never even have a baby, because their daughter was actually their not gay son. Now, they're just going to be normal, everyday grandparents. At least the rest of the world will look at it that way."

  Carly chewed on that for half a block. Sherry kept quiet and let her.

  "So, what I hear you saying is, that if I am pregnant, then we just tell them the truth?"

  "If you mean you tell them that the reason you're pregnant is because that was how you got changed back ... then yes."

  "Tell them something drove us to do it ... some alien influence ... and that it only happened once, but it happened at the worst possible time. Blame it on the aliens who switched us in the first place! That's brilliant, Sherry!"

  "Actually, it's sort of true. Except that it didn't only happen once."

  "They don't need to know that part," said Carly.

  "Obviously," Sherry agreed.

  "I like it! I think that's a very workable solution."

  "Okay, then. All you have to do is wait until you find out if you're preggers or not, and then you have a plan."

  "But that means two more weeks of pretending to be my brother."

  "Only around your parents," said Sherry. "At school you're supposed to be acting like yourself."

  Carly stopped. She turned and pulled her best friend into a hug.

  "I knew there was a reason I love you so much," she said, into Sherry's hair.

  "Yeah, right. You love my brains, not my body."

  "Actually," said Carly, bumping her loins against the other girl, "I love both of them."

  *****

  It was mid afternoon, and it was Saturday. That was bowling league time for Fran and Jack, and they were dressed and preparing to leave. They'd be gone for hours.

  "Are you sure you don't want to come watch?" asked Fran. "It will give you some time to just sit there and eat junk food and be yourselves. Nobody will pay any attention to you."

  "Thanks, but we're fine," said Carly. "I think we're going to watch a movie."

  "Yeah," said Sherry. "I brought Mrs. Doubtfire with me." She grinned, and Carly elbowed her.

  "A good movie," said Jack. "And appropriate to the situation. I hope it helps." He was completely serious.

  "Well, if you change your minds, you know where we'll be," said Fran. "Try to have fun. We're going out to dinner with everybody afterwards, so we probably won't be home until eight or nine."

  "Don't do anything we wouldn't do," quipped Jack. It was just an informal parting comment. He didn't actually mean it. Not on a conscious, rational level.

  Of course if he'd reflected on the fact that he had impregnated his wife with the twins, he might not have said it.

  *****

  They were naked again, all lying on Carly's bed. Craig was in the middle, with an arm around each girl, but his face was turned toward Sherry. That's because Carly was busy with Roger again.

  "I like being here with you like this. It's better in this body," he said.

  "That's fine for you, but a little scary for me," she said, trembling slightly.

  "You don't need to be afraid of me."

  "I know what you want," she said.

  "Oh really? What do I want?"

  "You want to do the same thing to me that you did to Kar."

  "Okay, so I do. But that's really no different than I ever was."

  "You never wanted to fuck me back in the good old days."

  "That's where you're wrong," he said.

  "You said you only fantasized about it," she argued.

  "And if you would have let me, I'd have climbed on top of you in a heartbeat," he said.

  "Ohhhh man," she moaned, feeling her breasts squashing against his chest. Those butterflies were back again!

  "I had the chance, you know. When I put just the tip in you?"

  "When you squirted in me?" she asked, breathlessly.

  "I could have pushed it in then. You couldn't have stopped me. But I didn't, because I knew you didn't want that."

  "That's the problem," she whispered. "I didn't want it ... but things have changed."

  "So you want to now?" He sounded excited.

  "Yes, and no," she said. "It's hard to let go of something I've believed all my life."

  "That you should stay a virgin until you meet the man you're going to marry?"

  "Something like that," she said.

  "I get that."

  "You may as well let him," said Carly, who left Roger in her pussy, but rolled over to lay her hand on Craig's belly.
"I know you want to."

  "What do I tell the man I eventually marry?" asked Sherry.

  "You ask him how many women he's slept with, and when he says five, or six, or whatever, you say, 'Oh! I only slept with one!'"

  "And what if he's a virgin too?"

  "Then you lie through your teeth," said Carly, grinning.

  "I'll think about it."

  "I'm sorry if I got you pregnant," said Craig, suddenly, rolling his head to look at his sister.

  "Ooooo! That reminds me! Sherry came up with a super idea on what to tell Mom and Dad."

  "I'm listening," said Craig.

  They told him together, alternating, as if they'd actually practiced the delivery. Carly finished by saying, "Don't you think that's a great idea?"

  Craig looked thoughtful.

  "Actually, I do," he said. "There's just one problem."

  "What?"

  "Well, if something like that happened, you wouldn't know if you were pregnant or not. And if you did know, then that would mean we still waited to tell them. I mean they'd know we waited. For your plan to work, we need to tell them now."

  "Now?" squeaked Carly.

  "Exactly. I mean if something like that really did happen, we'd be freaked out. We'd be freaked out both by being changed back and by how it happened. We wouldn't wait to tell them."

  "But that did happen, and we did wait," said Carly.

  "Why?" he asked. "Why did we wait?"

  "Because we wanted to tell Sherry first," said Carly.

  "Then why did we wait a week to tell Sherry?" he asked.

  She looked sheepish.

  "Because I wanted time to do it again," she admitted.

  "I don't think it was the aliens that caused us to do that," said Craig.

  "Yes, but it's still a good plan," insisted Carly.

  "I agree," he said. "Except that I don't think we should wait. I think we should tell them soon. Very soon. Like today or tomorrow."

  "It can't be today," said Sherry. "It needs to happen when I'm not here."

  "Okay, then," said Craig. "It happens the first night you aren't here with us."

  "Deal!" said Sherry.

  "Deal? What are you talking about. I didn't agree to anything," said Carly.

  "He's right," said Sherry. "Waiting until you know you're pregnant won't work. They'll know you waited to tell them, and that doesn't fit with the scenario we're trying to sell."