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ALIENS [ part 1 ] It all started as a lark, and I don't mean the feathered bird variety. I saw in the local rag about the National Unidentified Flying Object day and thought, 'well why not? You see in England here we live near a Tor, - a large outcrop of rock. Well a couple of hundred miles away in Dorset anyway (to some people that’s close!). Local history said something about the Druids using it as a place of worship. So I decided that I'd take my girls there and we'd camp out a few nights just watching. My girls? I was in charge of a group of Brownies - Don't ask how a single man of 40 can be a Brown Owl! It involved lots of arguments and a couple of court cases! It also helped that my solicitor brought up the case of sex discrimination! - The Brownies were between 7 and 10 years old and bright for their ages. They also helped to elect me. I had a twenty year old Tawny Owl - Sara Pretence, very pretty and also very good in bed - but don't tell the children that! They'd only snigger and make up songs about it. The Snowy Owl was a mother of one of the older girls - Wilma Jordan; her daughter Hannah was almost ready to join the Guides. This was going to be her last year with our troop; Wilma was a very straight laced person ensuring that there was nothing funny or strange happening. We had a troop of 18 girls, split up into three 'sixes', Snowy looked after the 7 and 8 year olds, Tawny looked after the 9 year olds and I had the unenviable task of controlling the 10 year olds. But I'm digressing away from the story. The girls were all psyched (to use an Americanism) up about this trip, we rarely have the time to have camp, most of the time it’s at a hotel. (Singing round the camp fire sounds odd with a baritone amongst the girl's pitched voices) But their parents were all happy with this; I decided that we'd have a few days at the Tor. It would give the girls some time to get their field craft badges. Snowy, Tawny and I had a meeting a few weeks before hand to decide exactly what equipment we'd need. Tents were the main need, our inventory showed that the ones we had were 12 years old, and not in the best of states, the same could be said for the other equipment and so it was left to me, as Brown Owl to provide the equipment! At least I could afford it - nice when you win the Euro-Lottery, I'm well off but not stinking rich! So it was, with new equipment and with the troop ready, that we were off! ----- Have you known any woman - no matter what age - to be ready on time? That's right! We left two hours after we were supposed to! We travelled in three vehicles 8 girls in each with the equipment in one van. Thank goodness for Sat-Nav. you can get completely lost with the new technology nowadays! So we arrived at the camp site (after hours of 'are we there yet' or more ominous 'where's the nearest toilet?') 4 hours late and the sun was setting. So now we had a choice, do we let the bra... little darlings, I mean, put up their own tents? Or put the largest tent up first and leave the others until the morning? The rumble of thunder in the distance made up the minds of the girls -"Large tent ... PLEASE!" they all said. And so it was that the three of us were working on putting up a large tent - it was really the tent for the Dining Hall, and if wet a main area to work in. So it was hard work. What also didn't help ... if you've read anything about Tors you will see that they are large areas of rock. This meant there were little places to place the guy-ropes. I ending up hammering in piton-type hooks into the ground and then the two women, with the girls hindering (I mean helping!) their efforts. We managed to get the tent up and the girl's luggage inside before the threatening rain arrived. Now you know rain, I know rain ... but this wasn't it! Imagine being at the bottom of a waterfall and you get a slight idea what we were having. The old tent wouldn't have stood a chance it was lucky we had this new one, the groundsheet also worked well as it was attached to the bottom of the tent, we could feel the water moving underneath it, but none came through. We were prepared for the night with sandwiches, many girls swapping their least favourite fillings for someone else. I phoned back to the parents to let them know that we had arrived and we were all safe. The cell connection wasn't great but it did get through. I also browsed the web for the weather report, according to the BBC we should be sitting outside under the clear sky looking up at the moon, which would be just over a quarter full. So the report was spot on! "Brown Owl, Brown Owl, Rachael's wet her knickers!" Was shouted for all to hear. "I couldn't help it ... it’s the sound of all the water out there!" Rachael said with a wail. I knew there was something I forgot ... so we would have to get a honey-pot, curtained off from the rest of the tent, but for the moment "Tracy! Behave yourself, Rachael dry off and change your clothes!" I said thinking I had forgotten something. "I can't they're all in the van!" Rachael said with another wail! This is true! I hadn't brought in any of the girl's bags from the van and so they only had what they were standing in! "Rachael you can't stand there in wet clothes, so take them off!" Snowy Owl said. The seven year old looked towards me and shook her head. "It's alright Rachael, you know that Brown Owl is our leader in this, he knows what girls look like under their clothes! Now take them off." Snowy said. And crying away Rachael started to remove her wet knickers, while I studiously looked the other way. I was studying the tent and trying to see where I could place the honey-pot. Nearest the door would be best, but there was nowhere to have a screen to hide the ... what is the word? Person using the bucket, I suppose. We did have some blankets lying on the groundsheet and they were mostly dry so I took the driest and passed it to Snowy who held it in front of Rachael, to hide her from the gaze of the man in the tent! ME! I held up my hand to show that I wanted the troop to be quiet and then spoke gently. "How many of you need to use the toilet?" I asked them. A bashful three held up their hands. "Alright, Pixies get the blankets and hold them up! NO, open them up first and then hold them up." My girls did this. I arranged them so that they were hiding the bucket with the blankets and then directed the youngest to use the bucket as a toilet. The girl went into the area created by the blankets and then called out. "There's no loo paper!" I didn't understand the need for this but Tawny did and quickly rummaged through her pack, she had the first aid box, she took some bandages and cut them into lengths, she then took them into the space and, I suppose, handed them to the girl. "Thanks Tawny." She said and then there was the sound of water hitting plastic, in the enclosed area it sounded very loud. I looked around daring any of the girls to say anything, they'd soon realise that they'd be making a similar noise shortly! She was replaced by the second girl who blushed as they passed and soon the tune was playing again she was replaced by the third after which the blankets were taken down. ----- We then decided that it would be nice to have something to eat ... except the food was still back on the van. I was going to ask who had planned this trip and then realised it was ME! So I braved the weather and dashed to the van, fumbled with the keys and finally opened the door. Climbed in and sat down in the driver's seat. There was a flash of lighting and then the 'crack' of the thunder almost immediately. The storm was so close! I wasted no time, but grabbed the food hamper and a coat - I covered the hamper with the coat and dashed out of the van again to arrive, soaked through, in the tent. The girls looked at me and laughed. "Snowy, Tawny! Brown Owl's wet his trousers!" They chanted -which made Rachael feel better. "Oh Brown Owl, you need to take your wet clothes off!" Tawny said with a smile and a raised eyebrow. "Yes Brown Owl, you have to! You'll catch your death of cold." My sixes said which I thought was nasty of them; as they were of an age when they wondered exactly what the difference was between them and the boys. I didn't want to stay in my wet clothes, but I also didn't want to undress in front of these 18 girls and two women. But I'd already told Rachael to undress and it would only be fair! And so I took off my jumper and shirt, shoes, socks, and trousers - the last after I had taken a blanket and wrapped it around my waist first! Snowy Owl then spoke up. "You're not going to leave your wet pants on are you?" She said almost giggling - I looked daggers at her but then manoeuvred the damp underwear down my legs and then away from me to the cheers of the girls there. I went to hold my hand up but had to grip the blanket as it threatened to slip and I didn't want the girls to see ... me! "Now that we've got the food let's have supper and then we'll get to sleep!" I said in my best tone. The supper was sandwiches and soon finished off. There was a few embarrassed girls who needed to use the pot, but now my sixes were used to the routine. ----- Although I said we'd go to sleep there was the obligatory telling of ghost stories. And so I started with ... 'T’was a cold and stormy night...' To which a nice streak of lightening lit up the tent and then the rumble of thunder sounded loud, so loud that the girls started to scream. “Even worse than this night! I was walking though what I thought was a field when I realised that it was a graveyard.” I was lowering my voice as much as I could to get the girls to move in closer to me. “As I passed the stones giving the dates of people births and deaths I did notice a strange sound. ‘Chi-chi, chi-chi’ it went. Well I followed the sound, passing a few rows of gravestones, and then I saw him, crouched down in front of a stone, he had a hammer and chisel in his hands and was working on the gravestone in front of him, chipping away at the stone.” I paused for a moment before carrying on. “I spoke to the figure after giving off a sigh of relief. ‘You got me worried!’ I said to him. ‘You’d never know what I was thinking’ I added. Well the figure kept on tapping on the stone, ‘I wouldn’t worry son.’ He said still working away. Now I was getting interested in what he was doing. ‘I didn’t know stonemasons worked after dark!’ I said to him. He turned to me and I could see his white face and hands in the flash of the lightning. ‘They don’t, but the buggers got my date of birth wrong!’ The man said before he faded from my sight!” I finished off what was really a very old joke. There was a released sigh of breath from the girls and then some started to laugh as they realised what I had said. And then they had to explain it to the younger girls who groaned as they then saw the joke. Tawny Owl then told a story which was more interesting than mine, so I’m not going to add it here! Anyway the time got later and the storm, if that’s what it was, got worse. So now we had to get the girls to sleep. This wasn’t easy with all the noise we had. Anyway after a few sniffles and cries the girls finally managed to settle down and sleeping. I still had problems with being naked under this blanket with a group of girls, but I managed. ----- I was having a strange dream ... I seemed to be floating on air while a conversation was being carried out. "But why is this male alone with all these females? Are they his?" the first asked. "No! An examination of their mental processes indicates that they mostly regard him as a leader, they refer to him as a coloured nocturnal avian creature!" The second replied. "Strange do they not see the difference between this subject and a bird?" The first said. I tried to speak, "That's Brown Owl and it's a title!" I managed to say. There was a shocked silence and then the first spoke again. "The subject is conscious! How?" The second voice after a pause spoke, "It seems he has limited functions at the moment, it will pass and he will not remember any of this." It said smugly. "Well we need to make arrangements, assign probe agents to monitor this world, if they are able to break our control it might be awkward." and I sensed it walk away. The second voice remained, "You are able to hear me?" It asked. I tried to nod but couldn't, "Yes, what have you done to me?" I asked it. "Nothing, we are just gathering information, or rather you are having a dream, that is all. Why were you at this place tonight?" It asked me. Well if it was a dream then there was no reason not to answer. "I wanted to bring my Brownie Troop on a camping trip; this was the best place for us." I said simply. "I see … why didn't you leave when the atmospheric conditions worsen?" It asked. "What do you mean?" I countered. "We induced the precipitation and electrical storm; you should have returned to your travelling vehicles and left the place to get to safety. Why didn't you?" It asked. "I don't know, we had the tent up and it would have been too much bother to have taken it down, anyway it didn't let the rain in!" I replied. "Strange, we would have returned to main shelters and given up the equipment. Your people need researching!" The voice said. "What people, Just who are you?" I asked. There was a chuckle, "Oh nobody at all, now if you will relax, this will just takes a few of your seconds I think I’m going to make a few changes..." The voice said and I drifted back into darkness. ----- The sounds of laughter woke me, the troop were opening the tent flap to let the sunlight in! I went to get up but the blanket slipped and showed my body to the nearest girl, my daughter Brittany. "You'd better put these on Dad!" She said throwing me my boxers. Her actions attracted my other daughter, Samantha who just smiled at me. "Don't want to corrupt these innocents!" She said as the other Brownies started to close around us. "Now girls, I'm sure Brown Owl doesn't need an audience." Said Wilma also laughing, "You know that Sara isn't the only one who likes you!" She said suggestively. I stood up and pulled on my boxers "Have you all seen enough?" I asked them. Wilma's daughter shook her head, "Not really, can't it do anything else?" She asked making her friends laugh with her. I found my clothes to be nice and dry now and so I put them on. "Breakfast anyone?" I said which drove them out of the tent to the dry ground. They had quickly gathered dry moss and we had a fire started, I looked around at the twenty girls and saw that Rachael was still without her clothes. I took her hand and we went to the van, I found out her bag and helped her to dress. She giggled and kissed me on the nose, "Thanks’ Brown Owl!" She said. Sara came up to me, "She's going to be a heartbreaker soon, are you sure you don't want her in your harem?" I smiled at her, "No, I've enough on my plate with the three of you." I said kissing her and looking at my daughters. The breakfast was rashers of bacon, eggs and baked beans, with tea brewed over the open fire. They sat down Indian style with their legs crossed which gave Sara, Wilma and me views of their underwear. "Don't they look edible?" Wilma said with her eyes sparkling. "So who's your favourite?" I asked her. "Oh I like them all, but I daren't do anything. My husband wouldn't understand!" She said. "But Wilma, we're on our own here, nobody's going to know!" Sara said. Wilma patted her arm, "It's alright for you Sara, you've got John to keep you company when you need it, George isn't even a cold blanket at night, he just turns over and goes to sleep, that's why I've been having dreams about Hannah.” She said sounding slightly hoarse. Sara smiled at her. “How does Hannah feel?” She asked looking at me. “I don’t know? I didn’t want to scare her.” Wilma said. “I’ll have a word with her during the badge tests.” Sara told her and we carried on with our breakfast. The first badge was for first aid, and so we allowed Hannah to be the victim while the others tried out their bandaging techniques, it was while she was tied up that Sara tested her by insinuating her fingers up along the leg splint to where the girls' yellow panties were and began rubbing along the slit, almost immediately Hannah began to get wet between her legs and started to moan. Sara then whispered into her ear, "You like that don't you Hannah?" "Yyyyeeeessss!" Hannah hissed keeping her eyes closed with the sensations. "Do you want me to carry on or what about letting your mother do this?" Sara whispered. But Hannah's reaction to the thought of her mother touching her was surprising ... she climaxed on the spot. "Mummmmmmmyyyyyyyy!" She sighed as her euphoria overtook her. Sara returned to Wilma hand held up her fingers to the elder woman's mouth, without questioning Wilma sucked on the fingers. "That's how your daughter tastes, enjoy yourself tonight!" She said. ----- In the meantime Brittany and Samantha had approached me, "Daddy, you promised to take us into town; we need to get some more clothes!" They said, as they spoke I remembered that the small house fire had burnt up most of their normal clothes and so they needed a new wardrobe ... not to mention a new wardrobe to keep them in! I nodded to them, "Okay girls, while the others are practising we're going into Tavistock and see what shops are there." I said knowing this was going to hit my credit-card, but then I could afford it. So my daughters and I were in the van travelling into Tavistock, a large town near Dartmoor. “So girls what are you planning to buy?” I asked them. Surprisingly they look at each other before Brittany spoke, “Oh you know dad, coverings that type of things.” She said I smiled, “You mean clothes, okay I’ll go to M&S if they have one and we’ll start there.” I said. Again that look and then Samantha asked “What’s an M&S?” I laughed out loud, “Come on girls! Marks and Spencer’s! What’s wrong with you today?” I said, after all that was where I got all my clothes – could explain my own wardrobe I suppose! The girls laughed, “Sorry Dad, just getting jumbling up! I suppose!” Samantha said seriously. “She means Jumbled up Dad!” Brittany corrected her sister. I frowned, it wasn’t like the girls to… “Dad!” Samantha called. “Yes Samantha?” I said… …we were on the road to Tiverton and the girls were playing up as they would do. “So where are we going girls?” I called back to them. “Let’s see if there’s an M&S around and we’ll try there.” Samantha said which sounded fine to me, after all that’s where I got my clothes from, I wasn’t much of a clothes horse but at least I had something to wear! “Sounds good to me.” I agreed and we carried on our way. I found a car park and we left the van in a space. “Now girls I think you’re going to need training bras and underwear as well. For some reason both girls looked puzzled, “I’ve seen how your breasts are forming, they need to be supported, and you don’t want to get droopy tits now do you?” I said with a smile. Both girls smiled back but I could tell they were still puzzled by my words. We managed to find a branch of Marks and Spencer’s in Tiverton (for those who don’t know M&S they are a high street store that mainly deals with clothing – although they have food halls nowadays – and are well known in England) and I managed to get a nice assistant to help my girls with their clothes. “Daddy? What do you think?” Samantha called from the fitting room, when I looked she was standing with the curtain drawn back showing me her new lacy training bra – Only that! She wasn’t wearing anything else! “It looks very nice darling, now carry on and you can show me later … I mean the clothes only!” I said in an exasperated hiss. Her eyes went slightly blank for a second and then she opened her mouth, “SORRY DADDY!” She called out and closed the curtain. I turned to see an assistant looking on with her mouth open, “Girls’ Eh, they’d do anything to embarrass me!” I said to her, but it sounded lame to me. I noticed her eyes glaze over for a moment and then she shook her head, “I never did that for my dad!” She said and then when to help somebody else. I turned to find Brittany beside me, “I’m sorry about Samantha daddy, she won’t do that again.” She said to me as Samantha stepped out from the changing room, she was fully dressed now and she looked down as she came to us. “Sorry Daddy, I just got carried away!” She said. “You nearly got me carried away! You’re lucky the assistant is slightly attracted to you.” I said to her. Samantha looked at Brittany who shrugged her shoulders. “Now what else do we need to get?” I asked them. You did promise a computer daddy, one we can use from anywhere.” Brittany said. I couldn’t really remember saying that but I must have done as neither of my girls would lie to me. So we went to a computer shop and managed to get a new duo-processor laptop, it had Microsoft Vista on board but then you can’t have everything I suppose. The man started to talk me though the use of the equipment when Samantha spoke up, “Why can’t it just tell us what it can do?” She asked. The salesman looked at her, “I’m sorry miss but it doesn’t have anything programmed into it for demonstrating?” He said. Samantha shook her head, “No I mean it’s not talking!” She said looking slightly distressed. The salesman looked nonplussed. “I… I don’t understand what you mean Miss.” Brittany shook her head, “I’m sorry sir, but my sister wants a computer that is able to talk to her.” She said. The puzzlement cleared, “Oh that’s simple, we have quite a lot of voice recognition programs that can read out books to you.” He said pointing to a display Samantha looked at Brittany; both seemed puzzled at his words, although I understood them completely. “I’m sorry, but my daughters seem to live with Star Trek and Andromeda, they expect to get an intelligent computer. The salesman laughed, “Oh that’s purely science-fiction. We’re nowhere near achieving that type of computer, and especially for the home.” He said and continued with his spiel. ----- When we returned to the van, with our shopping. I sat in the driver’s seat and just sat there! “Daddy?” Samantha said trying to get me to look at her. I tried to remember their mother, my wife, the woman with whom we produced these two daughters … but I couldn’t! “Daddy!” Brittany said to me and all of a sudden I could see my wife, a person I’d always loved and wanted to be my partner … except I recognised her! She was a film star! She was never my wife! “Sorry Brittany, Samantha. Do you remember the Star Trek program, the one where the Vulcan’s tried to get Commander Reiker to believe that he’d been struck with amnesia?” I said to them. Both girls frowned and tried to focus on me, but I wasn’t allowing them! “No Daddy.” Samantha said. I nodded, “No … I didn’t think you would. You see in that story they used Reiker’s memory to provide his ideal woman to be his wife. She was a hologram created by the Binards to keep Reiker occupied. Just like you two are doing to me!” I said watching them. The two girls looked at me, “Daddy? Are you feeling alright?” Brittany asked me. “I’m feeling fine, although I seem to be getting a headache! Could you two stop whatever it is and allow me to talk?” I said. And it was true I was getting an ache, and they were the only cause it could be. The two girls looked at me and then at each other. My headache increased and then I must have blacked out. ----- I was sitting in the van with Samantha and Brittany looking at me with concern in their eyes, “Are you okay now Daddy?” Brittany asked me. I nodded, “I think so Brittany, what happened?” I asked her. “Donno, you just sat down and then seemed to collapse.” Samantha said handing me a bottle of water. I drank from the bottle, somehow my head was clear. So whatever it was must have passed? At least I hope it had. For a moment I debated whether to go to the nearest hospital to have a check up. “No Dad, there’s no need!” Samantha said before I could voice my thoughts. I must have spoken out loud and didn’t realise it. “Okay then girls; let’s get back to the camp!” I said and started up the van. |