The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

9.7

Misterfreeze wrote, in the downeywrites group in a discussion of SOL ratings: That said, I do think there is a certain bias out there towards certain types of stories. Anything involving teenagers or incest or both tends to do really well. Throw in some science fiction and you are pretty well guaranteed a decent score. Romance does well to a point, but rarely reaches the heights of a good sci fi/incest/teen story.

With that lead in, I give you the story “9.7.” Note codes.

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codes: sci-fi inc teen mom son bro sis orgy mc first mF mf fF and hopefully hum

My cell phone rang at 11. I grabbed it quickly before it woke mom and dad up. It was Roger.

“Tim! Tim! I need your help!” Oh gawd.

“What? You need me to cover for you after you ditched school today?”

“No! Look, it’ll be too hard to explain over the phone. Come over! And bring Jessica!” Roger hung up then. I groaned again. Then I decided what the hell.

I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my phone and tiptoed out of my room. I eased past my older sister’s room. Jessica was a senior and lorded it over me. There was no way I wanted to ask her for any favor I couldn’t explain. Of course, that meant I’d have to ride my bike, since I wouldn’t have my license for another few months.

My younger sister’s door was open, but Jenny was sound asleep, clutching her Elmo doll in one hand and a small purple dinosaur in the other. I stopped and smiled at the sight, before continuing on.

I got to Roger’s about 11:15. All the lights were on and the door was wide open. I walked in to see the surprise of my life.

“What the hell?” I demanded. Roger was sitting on the couch, nude. Kneeling before him, also nude, were his mom and his sister Becky. The two of them were sucking his cock. Roger looked up at me, but the two women didn’t move.

“Where’s Jessica?” he demanded.

“Home! What the hell is going on?”

“You gotta go get her! You gotta!”

“Not until I know what’s going on!” I responded, planting my feet firmly and putting my fists on my hips. Roger sighed.

“Okay, okay. Tim, meet Lazeel.” He pointed to my left and when I turned I let out a yell. I was looking at Satan.

“Holy shit! Satan!”

“No, he just looks like him,” Roger said. Lazeel did have the red skin, small horns, and tail, but was dressed in silvery clothes that seemed like they were more out of Buck Rogers than Dante. Lazeel studied me, but didn’t say anything. Next to him was a large digital readout showing the number “9.63.”

“He’s an alien,” Roger said. “He and his race stock an interplanetary zoo and they visit Earth from time to time to get specimens.”

“They kidnap us?” I asked, getting alarmed.

“Oh no!” Roger responded. “They only take people who have agreed to go. They make a deal, usually, or some kind of bet.”

“A bet?”

“You know that country song, ‘The Devil Went Down To Georgia,’ where the fiddle player gets a fiddle of gold if he plays better, but has to go with the devil if he doesn’t?"

“Yeah . . .”

“It’s based on an actual encounter with one of Lazeel’s people.”

“Oh.” I turned back and looked at Roger. His mom had given up sucking his cock and had turned around, still on her hands and knees. Roger’s sister was trying to guide Roger’s cock inside his mom. He wasn’t quite hard enough for it to go easily.

“So what’s this?” I asked, indicating the women.

“Part of my bet. When I met Lazeel, he asked me what I wished for most. I told him I wanted the ability to make any girl or woman have sex with me.”

“Mind control?” I asked, incredulous. Roger just grinned. Apparently his sister’s efforts had succeeded, because he was now starting to thrust against his mom, who gasped and moaned in response.

“If I win, it’s permanent. If I lose, I go with Lazeel.”

“So what exactly is the bet?” I asked.

“The first ten people I’m sexually involved with rate my performance. If I get an average score of better than 9.7, I win. If I don’t get a score that high by midnight, or I don’t get ten votes, I lose.” I glanced at my watch. Roger had about thirty minutes left.

“Get underneath her and lick her clit,” I glanced back at Roger and realized he was speaking to his sister. She immediately complied, and his mom’s groans increased.

“So what do you need me for?” I asked.

“I got distracted today fucking Molly Roberts,” Roger responded between grunts of his own. “I only have eight votes. My mom will be number nine. I need you to go bring your sister in so I’ll have ten.” I snorted.

“And why should I do that?” I asked. Roger sneered.

“Because I’ll share.” A shudder went up my spine. I was still a virgin at fifteen, but I’d fantasized about plenty of girls. To be able to fuck any of them???

“Becky, go take care of Tim,” Roger ordered. His sister slid out from under his mother and approached me. I was too shocked to move. She grabbed me and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Then she pulled me over toward the other couple. Still stunned, I stumbled along. She quickly stripped my pants off and wrapped her lips around my cock.

My gawd, it was incredible. I’d fantasized about Becky before, but never expected it to feel like this!

While I was gasping at all the new sensations, Roger’s mom squealed and shuddered, apparently having an orgasm. Roger pulled back and his mom collapsed momentarily to the floor.

“Go vote,” Roger ordered. His mom jumped to her feet and dashed over to Lazeel. She called out “ten!” and the digital display changed to 9.67. Meanwhile, Becky had pushed me onto my back and was straddling me. I looked up into her eyes.

They were hollow. No, they were in pain. She knew what was happening, I realized. She just couldn’t stop.

I didn’t have time to think about it because Becky promptly impaled herself on my cock. I let out a whoosh of breath as the wet warmth surrounded me. She started moving up and down and I started gasping.

“See? Roger said, leering. “Any woman. Janice, Liz, or Shellie from school. Miss Howard.” Roger came over and stuck his cock in Becky’s face. She started sucking it while she rode me. “Even your mom and older sister. Heck, maybe your younger sister, when she’s a little older.”

Jenny? Hell, no! I tried to catch my breath but Becky’s moves were too much. Instead I shuddered and spurted my cum into her snatch. She immediately pulled off of me so she could put all her concentration into blowing her brother. I rolled to the side and started putting my pants back on.

“So you gotta go get your sister!” Roger cried out.

I looked at him, and then over at Lazeel. I looked back at Roger. He was holding his sister’s head while she bobbed on his cock. I looked back at Lazeel.

“The first ten people he’s sexually involved with vote, right?” I asked Lazeel. The alien devil just nodded his head.

“Now, while we didn’t have any direct contact, we were both having sex with the same woman at the same time.” I stated. “That means we were ‘sexually involved,’ right?” Lazeel nodded again.

“That’s brilliant!” Roger called. “With your vote, I’ll go over 9.7! With only a few minutes to spare!”

I turned and looked at Roger. I looked at Becky. I turned back to Lazeel.

“I give Roger’s performance a ‘4’.”

Roger screamed and there was a flash of light and I was knocked unconscious.

When I awoke, I was in a hospital bed. My parents were nearby, looking anxious. Even my sister Jessica looked concerned. They all smiled and my mother even began crying when I turned and looked at them. My dad spoke first.

“That was a brave thing you did, pulling Becky and her mom from the fire,” he said. “But next time, don’t get so knocked up.” He grinned as he said it. I looked at him, confused.

“Fire?”

“Yeah, you don’t remember? Becky called you because she found a note from her brother saying he was running away. She asked you to come over and look at it. You got there just as the gas main exploded.”

“I don’t remember any of it,” I admitted.

There was a commotion at the door. Becky appeared in my field of vision. She was grinning and happy and she threw her arms around me.

“My hero!” she called out. She kissed me on the cheek and grasped my hands. Before she pulled back, she thrust a note into them. I quickly concealed it. Later, after everyone had left, I read it.

“You really are my hero,” it said. “And when you’re out, I’ll show you what it’s *really* supposed to be like. You’ll get a 10! Love, Becky.”

I just closed my eyes, shaking my head. After a while, I managed to fall asleep.

--Fin--

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