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 Title: Alex & Alexa Ch.  06
Summary: Did you know my parents were pervs?  I didn't...
Keywords: inc,fic
   Chapter 6- An Addiction To Danger
   "Alex?  Alex!"
   I groaned at the unwelcome intrusion of my dad's voice.  Seemingly he
wanted my attention.  He decided to be a pest about it and began flicking
my lights on and off from the switch at the top of the stairs.
   "You dead down there?" he called.
   I grumbled and started moving but then froze.  A sensation I should have
found utterly wonderful was apparent but I was paralyzed with shock.  Lying
beneath me was Alexa, my aunt.  We'd both fallen asleep in my bed after our
intense lovemaking the night before, with me naked and her still wearing
her abbreviated plaid schoolgirl skirt, stockings and Mary-Jane shoes. 
Alexa stirred and began to wake up but instantly went still when she heard
my father's voice.  Her eyes were wide with confusion and then horror.
   "Yeah, I'm waking up..." I said, trying to sound tired and annoyed.  "To
what do I owe this unwelcome wakeup call?"
   "I figured it's late enough for you to get a real start on your day,"
dad said simply.  "Mom and I are heading out, but can you do us a favour?"
   "Let me guess," I grumbled.  "Spend the day carting my aunt off
somewhere for you."
   "Hey, you're getting good at this," he said cheerfully.  "That a
problem?"
   "I can't begin to imagine any circumstances barring a severed limb where
'yes' would be an acceptable answer to that question." I groused.  "Can you
please turn that stupid light off?  It's so damn dark down here that when
you turn on the light like that it's like having the freaking sun blasting
in your face."
   He laughed and turned out the light.  "You are definitely your mother's
son," he quipped.  "Anyhoo, when Alexa gets up, bring her out to the campus
so we can go over some courses and ideas we have, okay?  You come too."
   "She not up yet?" I asked, trying to sound sarcastic.  "I kind of expect
her to be up harvesting fields and hunting game meat for breakfast these
days."
   Dad laughed again.  "Yeah, she is a pretty awesome cook, isn't she? 
Anyways, just bring 'er out when she wakes up and gets ready.  See you
later!"
   And with that he closed the door and I heard him stride out.  A couple
of seconds later, I heard mom's shoes clack down the hall and the door
closed.  Alexa and I waited in dead silence for almost two minutes before I
finally spoke.
   "Ho-ly shit..." I groaned, my head slumping down onto her breasts. 
"That could've been bad."
   I felt her nod, her soft breasts jiggling ever so slightly under me.  "I
can't believe we fell asleep like that," she said quietly, as if she was
not entirely certain they were gone.  "Alex, I think you're still inside
me..."
   I blinked and carefully reached over to the side table, warning her to
cover her eyes.  I switched on the lamp and looked down at her.  God, she
was beautiful.  Even when we were a mess and tangled up like this, my aunt
was completely stunning.  I gently moved my body and she shivered, sighing.
   "Yep, I'm still in your ass." I remarked.  "Hold still..."
   I very carefully pulled myself out of her, my cock now limp.  She bit
her lip and gasped as my head popped through her knot, which slowly
tightened itself up again.  It was a tiny bit red, but nothing to worry
about, I thought.
   "You gonna be alright?" I asked, looking down at her.  "I kinda had you
stretched open all night."
   She smiled and caressed my cheek.  "I'll be fine, I've kept toys in
there for a good day or so without discomfort.  And last night was
wonderful, Alex."
   I laid on top of her and we kissed again, just enjoying our forbidden
intimacy.  She hummed into my mouth, her tongue caressing my teeth.
   "Mmmmm, I love how naughty you make me," she purred.  "I guess I've
always been a naughty girl, but you really bring it out in me, Alex, like
no one ever has before.  Let's get cleaned up so we can fuck again."
   I nodded and motioned for her to stay still.  I threw on my boxers and a
t-shirt and headed upstairs, making sure the coast was actually clear. 
Both vehicles were gone, so I was convinced mom and dad were well on their
way to work.  I headed back downstairs, stripping off my shirt and shorts
and climbing back onto the bed with her, grinning.
   "We're alone?" she asked, smiling brightly.
   "That we are, sweetness." I declared, scooping her up in my arms and
carrying her off the bed.  She squeaked in surprise and delight as I went
upstairs, holding her in my arms.  She kept her arms around my neck,
nuzzling against me.  I walked her through the house and up the stairs to
her bedroom, where I gently deposited her on the bed.
   "Never been carried over a threshhold before," she said fanning herself,
a most amusing visual since all she was wearing was a schoolgirl skirt,
stockings and shoes.  Her amazing breasts were out and her curly pigtails
from the night before were all askew.  "A girl could get used to that."
   She stood and we kissed in the middle of her room for some time before
heading to the shower.  She smirked at me and give me a coy wink.  "I've
gotta pee.  Should I take care of that now or should we wait until we're in
the shower?"
   I replied by turning on the water in the shower and pulling aside the
curtain, gesturing for her to get in.  She stripped out of her little
skirt, stockings and shoes before stepping inside, poking my nose as she
went by.  I clambered in after her and we began laughing and feeling one
another up almost immediately.  She squeezed some soap between her boobs
and began massaging my body all over with them, paying special attention to
my cock, which got hard very quickly.  Once the water had cleaned me off,
she took my length into her mouth, bobbing back and forth like she hadn't
had cock for years.  I pulled her to her feet and pressed her against the
wall, pinning her to it and she shivered at my forcefulness, her eyes
dancing.  I placed my cock under her pussy and told her to let fly.
   She nodded and put her hands on my shoulders, concentrating for a moment
before sighing and beginning to pee.  I felt her splash on me and I began
rubbing my shaft along her pussylips, making her tremble.  We looked into
one another's eyes and she bit her lip again.  I loved that little tell in
her personality, it meant she was feeling very naughty and getting excited.
   She finished and sighed, smiling.  Her eyes wet wide as I slid my cock
up inside her without a word and she gasped.  Her fingers gripped the nape
of my neck.
   "Goodness," she breathed.  "Someone's eager this morning..."
   "Oh, maybe," I mused, smiling evilly.  "Or I might just be looking for a
place to pee..."
   Her eyes widened in shock as I pressed her harder against the wall and
began peeing inside her pussy.  Her gasp became a very deep, almost
tortured ragged breath as I filled her with my pee.  She squeezed her eyes
shut and bit her lip hard, hips straining and legs trembling.  I could feel
my pee gushing out of her now, almost squirting from the pressure inside
her.
   "Jesus, Alex..." she keened, almost squirming.  She made it seem like
she was going to burst.  I finally finished and she still held herself
still, her body tense.  Her eyes were still shut, as if supreme
concentration was all that held her physical form together.
   "Keep holding me..." she whispered, her voice almost tense.  "Keep
holding me up when you pull out...  oh, God..."
   I braced her and slowly withdrew.  What followed my cock out of her
pussy was almost a blast of my fluids.  She practically yelped and shook as
her insides emptied.  Once she was done, she held herself to me, face
buried in my shoulder, chest heaving.
   "Holy shit..." she whispered.  "Holy fucking shit...  Alex..."
   "You okay?" I asked, more amused than anything.  She eventually nodded.
   "I just...  wow, you feel like you're almost going to burst.  And that
rush out?  Can't really describe it."
   "Never done anything like that before?" I asked, caressing her.
   "Oh, once or twice, maybe, but only with little hand-held shower jets,
and that was just sticking the nozzle into my cunt and letting it blast for
a moment or two.  Intense, for sure, but I never filled myself up like
that, for sure."
   "Is that something we want to do again?"
   She looked at me and nodded.  "Yes, definitely.  It'll just have to be
occasional, though.  Tell me first and make sure we're in the shower or a
pool or something.  Pretty sure I'd just die if we did it dry.  Oh, God,
that was so intense.  Only downside, I think, is now it's gonna be a little
bit before I can actually cum."
   I nodded.  "Note to self, fuck hot aunt to orgasm before peeing in her."
   Alexa began giggling almost uncontrollably, a feeling I loved since her
body was squished to mine in the shower.  "You are so silly and wonderful.
Whatever girl lands you is going to to have her hands full."
   I shrugged.  "It may be a while, now that I've been thoroughly spoiled
by a real woman."
   She was silent for several seconds at my response before smiling and
kissing me deeply and lovingly.  We then cleaned one another off and
stepped out of the shower.  We dried ourselves and went back to her room,
where she put her hair in a braid and began planning her clothes for the
day, making sure to walk around naked for me.  Once she had her outfit
picked, she led me by the hand, both of us still naked and walked
downstairs through the house and back to my cave in the basement.  She
looked at me quizzically as I laughed suddenly.
   "We left the computer webcam and cellphones recording all night," I
remarked, pointing to them.  They probably got everything from last night
and then many hours of darkness, at least until the cellphones ran out of
memory."
   She made a wry face and checked on her phone and computer.  She shrugged
finally.  "Computer's still running, so's the phone's camera.  Good thing
it was on the charger.  How about yours?"
   I checked my phone.  "Alive but stopped recording ages ago."
   She thought about something and sighed.  "I don't want all that darkness
for hours on end.  It would be nice to keep your dad waking us up, though."
   I waved it off.  "I'll just edit the video later, cut out the sleeping
and fade back in to the wake-up call.  Easy enough.  It'll look great once
I'm done and be fun."
   "Mmmm, love that idea.  Let's get you dressed before Karen and Mike
start asking where we are.  Any idea why they want us there?"
   I shrugged.  "Damned if I know why my mom does most things she does. 
Guess we'll see soon enough."
   She found my outfit and dressed me, something she genuinely seemed
pleased to do.  She then allowed me to slip on her panties and help her
into her bra before she finished dressing herself.  We agreed to grab
something to eat while we were driving and headed out.
   We headed to the university and parked next to dad's vehicle before
heading inside the sciences building.  Mom had left me a message saying
that we should just head to office and wait for her there, she was going to
be about half an hour later than she anticipated, being stuck in a meeting.
   "A half hour..." Alexa mused as we walked through the corridors of the
building.  "That's enough time to get in some trouble, wouldn't you say?"
   "I would think so," I agreed.  "Got an idea in mind?"
   She turned to smile wickedly at me.  "How about her office?"
   My eyes widened in shock.  "Are...  you serious?"
   She shrugged.  "Why not?  She told me Michael fucks her in there all the
time."
   I was still stunned by her suggestion.  "Yeah, but that's them, I never
even remotely thought of anything like that."
   "Oh, sounds like it's time for someone to step out of their comfort
zone..." she said teasingly.
   "Strange thing to say to a guy fucking his aunt." I pointed out.
   "Okay, that's fair," she giggled.  "But let me put it to you this way...
are you, or are you not going to fuck me in your mother's office this
morning?  Because at this rate, it's there or nowhere."
   "And if they come in?" I asked, trying to sound sensible.
   "You said we had a half hour." Alexa replied.  "While we could no doubt
last a whole half hour, maybe a quickie is enough."
   "Dad isn't in the meeting, what if he shows?"
   "Oh, no, you didn't answer my question," she chided.  "You tell me your
answer first.  Time's running out, stud."
   I sighed.  "Fuck you in mom's office or just wish later that I had, hm?
Guess that makes it pretty academic..."
   She smiled naughtily.  "Good.  We'll make it quick and dirty.  You can
even step out afterwards to get us food and make it seem like I waited
alone while you filled that pit of yours."
   I got us to the office and she simply swished in and looked around. 
Mom's office was spacious but didn't seem that way because the walls were
lined with old-wood bookshelves cluttered with endless books.  A huge old
wooden desk dominated and there were some stuffed chairs in the corner.
   "Yes, I can see this being Karen's office," Alexa mused as she looked
around.  "Looks stuffy and totally professional."
   "That's mom for you." I muttered as I closed the door.
   "I think you'd be surprised," my aunt replied, smirking at me.  "They
might do a good job for the most part concealing it from you, but I'm
pretty damned sure my sister has a naughty side to her.  I heard her and
your dad talking the other day in their room a little too loudly.  I think
they'd been drinking."
   I raised an eyebrow.  "They're married.  Getting freaky with dad doesn't
make her a wild child."
   "True, it was the subject matter of their conversation I was referring
to," she said, examining an old plant.  "I heard her talking about some
sexy young student she'd had her eye on and your father suggested that
perhaps they could share her."
   I froze.  I admit it, my hard drive completely crashed.  Did Alexa
really just say what I think she said?  I stared at her in disbelief.  She
giggled.  "If I'd known they were going to talk that way, I'd have recorded
it on my phone for proof."
   "Are you trying to tell me that my mom is bi and my parents fuck their
students?" I asked incredulously.
   She shrugged.  "I leave this information to your discretion.  They
didn't know I could hear them, so why would they say it if they didn't mean
it?  Unless they were doing some really kinky roleplay, which makes my
sister of a perv anyway."
   I leaned against the desk, trying to process what they were saying. 
Alexa giggled and sauntered over to me.  "Aw, did I break your brain, big
boy?  Well maybe these will help reboot you..."
   She smiled wickedly as she pulled up her shirt and revealed her breasts.
That was all it took and I leaned forward instantly, putting them in my
mouth and sucking on them ardently.  She shivered and sighed, clasping my
head.  In spite of, or just perhaps because of, our location, I found
myself getting a raging erection very quickly once she placed her hand on
my crotch and began rubbing.
   "Do you want to take me here on the desk?" she whispered as she rubbed
her breasts in my face.  "Or over by her window?"
   I picked her up and carried her to the window, where we hastily pulled
down one another's pants and undergarments.  I whirled her around and
pressed her against the windowsill, which she leaned forward on and
presented her ass to me, her eyes flashing with need.
   "Give it to me, Alex," she said, her voice betraying her need.  "Fuck me
hard and fast and give me your cum..."
   I pressed the knob of my cock against her already wet pussy and slid in,
neither of us willing to wait.  She moaned as I entered her and arched her
back.  I gripped her ass cheeks as I began pumping back and forth inside
her, the two of us looking to cum as quickly as possible together.  Thank
God the drapes to her window were closed.  Our panting breath echoed around
the dim office.
   She pressed back against me hard, grinding her ass in circles while she
gripped the ledge.  She squeezed my cock with that practiced expertise I'd
come to expect from her now, a shameless and thrilling devotion to mutual
pleasure for both her and her partner.  I slid in slow at first but then
strongly at the end of my thrusts deep inside her, a technique I'd heard
about and always wanted to try and Alexa seemed like the perfect lover to
try it with.
   Without warning, Alexa now threw open the drapes and then resumed
clenching the window ledge, allowing the bright daylight in and displaying
the open campus beyond.  My eyes went wide at her reckless audacity, but I
was too far gone to react to it either- I simply kept fucking her, needing
to cum with her.
   My mother's office window faced a swathe of campus that was seemingly
empty at the moment, so for now we seemed to be in no danger of being
spotted, but the intense thrill remained.  If anyone did look up, what
would they see?  I've no doubt they'd see Alexa, an insanely hot young
blonde getting fucked in the window, but by whom?  Could I be seen?  If
questions were asked, could Alexa simply say that she found a hot boy she
liked and dragged him into my mom's office to fuck him?
   And where was I during all this insanity?
   The question became moot as Alexa jammed herself back against me
suddenly, grinding as hard as she could and groaning, her pussy muscles
clenching me like a vise.  I shuddered and pushed into her, reaching under
and squeezing her breasts as I came, filling her hungry tunnel with my
cream.  We pumped against one another wildly for several seconds before
relaxing and standing still.  She leaned on the window ledge and sighed
deeply several times before looking back at me and smiling.
   "There, was that so bad?" she asked, winking.
   "Not at all," I replied, wiping my brow.  "I hate to interrupt the
moment, but I'd better go get us some drinks to cool down with.  Don't want
to explain why we're all sweaty and smell of sex."
   "Good point," she agreed as I pulled out of her and we both pulled our
underwear and pants back up.  "Go find us something cold and I'll air this
place out and try to look industrious."
   I nodded and trotted out the door, leaving it open to avoid arousing any
further suspicion.  I bought two fruit smoothies from a cafeteria a few
halls down and then returned to find Alexa had opened the drapes fully and
also the window, allowing the fresh air and sunshine to pour in.  She was
also watering the plants with water from a cup.  She smiled cheerfully and
took her drink before shooing me away to sit in one of the large stuffed
chairs in the corner.
   Maybe twenty minutes later, mom walks in, accompanied by dad and another
professor.  Mom smiled at seeing her sister hustling around the room and
then looked pointedly at me.
   "So you left my little sister to do all the work while you just sat on
your throne and looked on, your majesty?" she asked, clearly unimpressed
with my lack of chivalry.  "If your father ever did that, I'd have him
stuffed and mounted in the old taxidermy hall."
   I rolled my eyes.  "Yes, but you're married.  I didn't ask Alexa to
start reorganizing your office."
   Alexa smiled brightly.  "I just figured that you were working so hard on
grading papers that maybe you could use some help tidying up.  And to be
fair, I did tell Alex to sit down and stay out of my way."
   Dad laughed.  "Allie, he's never gonna be in trouble as long as you're
around, you're like a walking 'Get Out Of Jail Free' card for him.  He's
the only nephew you've got, there's no need to play favourites.  That and
Karen's head may explode at this rate if he doesn't get in trouble about
something soon."
   "Don't worry, dad," I quipped.  "If anyone can find a reason to get me
in Dutch, it's mom.  She's resourceful."
   Mom shot me a look.
   "And at least we now know where Alex gets his love of caves from," Alexa
added, looking around.  "Honestly, Karen, when was the last time you opened
those curtains?"
   Dad laughed loudly while mom blushed before coughing and introducing the
person accompanying them.  "Allie, this is Professor Jan Marais from the
liguistics department.  Alex, you remember Professor Marais, right?"
   I nodded.  "I've took his Indo-European Root Languages class, it was
great."
   "Thank you, Alex," he said in flawless English but with a hint of an
accent I had come to recognize as Afrikaans.  "Miss Blackwell, your sister
has intimated to me that you share your nephew's talent for linguistics and
speak several languages aside from English."
   "Yes, professor," Alexa said, nodding.  "I've been told I have some
skill in language and I do enjoy it, along with history and general
anthropology."
   The professor smiled, seemingly pleased.  "The genetic capacity in your
family is obvious, then, since you have such similar talents and interests.
That being said, and with your imminent acceptance to our institution, I
was hoping I could make a proposal to the two of you."
   "Get up, Alex," mom said, trying to not make it sound like too terse a
command.  "Listen to what he has to say."
   I nodded and went to stand with Alexa, actually intrigued by what the
professor was suggesting.
   "It may came as no surprise to either of you that the Linguistics
Department, while held in esteem for its contributions, is one of the
smaller ones and can be a little...  disorganized.  We have four professors
and three part-time professors.  We saw a surprising influx of students
this past year and they generated an immense amount of paperwork.  We are
still busy grading papers and are falling behind rapidly."
   We said nothing yet, waiting for him to get to the point, something
Language professors are notoriously bad at.
   "We need help organizing and getting ready for the new semester.  There
are more senior students we could ask, but many are gone or are otherwise
engaged in other projects.  We could give you both honourariums for
assisting us and I could also pull some strings to make sure you both get
into all the courses you want..."
   I could feel Alexa almost bursting with excitement next to me and I had
to admit, I was rather pleased as well.  True, it would eat up my summer,
but they'd pay me and I'd be doing something I love alongside Alexa.
   "I think I'll accept on both of our behalfs before my aunt explodes,
professor." I said, nodding.  "We'd be happy to help."
   "I'm grateful," he said, nodding his head.  "My only question is, and
please take it seriously, because we've had issues in the past...  can you
two work together in spite of being family?  We have attempted to allow
siblings or other family units to do this sort of thing before and there
end up being squabbles and drama issues that compromised the quality of
work they did."
   I shook my head.  "No issue here, sir.  It's hard to remember she's my
aunt at all, given how close we are in age.  We make a decent tag-team."
   "Excellent," he declared, smiling.  "I'll keep Karen and Michael
informed and then contact you when we are ready, it should not be more than
a week.  Good day to you all."
   Once he had left, mom and dad both seemed delighted.  Mom hugged her
sister while dad ruffled my hair.  "I know we said you could have the
summer off, but it looks like you'll get to be useful after all," he said
cheerfully.  "And to be honest, this is a big deal, you two will have your
hands full.  The department will really appreciate it and go to some
lengths for you."
   "So that's why you had us drop by," I mused.  "Who cooked up this scheme
with Professor Marais?"
   "We'd recently heard him talking about how behind the department was and
how much he wanted some fresh help to get things back in order," mom said,
still holding her sister.  "I mentioned that Allie was likely to be getting
a full scholarship from the university and studying in his department
anyway, so she might be willing.  I also said you were doing nothing of
note this summer and had a good head for organizing.  Saying he jumped on
the suggestion would be a mild understatement.  His seniors were making
outrageous demands for doing what was needed.  I told him Alex had been
known to work for chicken parmesan."
   Alexa giggled at the thought.  "Why am I not surprised that he'll work
for food?"
   "Well, Alex, you have basically one week of freedom left before you
become slave to the Linguistics department," mom pointed out.  "Do your
best to make the least of the time left to you.  As for Little Miss
Industrious here, I think I'll keep employing her services for a while
today.  She can prettify my office while I grade papers.  Mike, take your
son and make him useful."
   Dad and I exited the office and head to his, which was in another wing
of the building.  Dad's office, not surprisingly, was far more dynamic than
mom's, although it still looked like the office of a tenured scholar.  He
sat down in his chair and grinned.
   "Not much for you to do here, champ, my office is a lot more well-kept
than your mother's," he said as he pushed and rolled himself across the
foor to a reference guide.  "My students do a lot of the cleaning for me,
probably hoping that I'll reward them with better grades."
   "And you just exploit their help?" I asked, making a wry face as I sat
down in a chair nearby.  His office was a lot of black and chrome, having a
high-tech geek feel to it.  One wall was dominated by a bank of computers,
something he called a 'Beowulf Cluster' and batches of cables ran around
the walls, giving the office some weird Borg feel.  I have no idea if the
Beowulf Clusters were functional or if dad was just fucking with everyone's
heads, but no one questioned the Rhodes Scholar about it either way.
   "My parents always talk me to accept help completely and graciously," he
said, rolling back.  "And I never agree to any desires they might have
about their grades in exchange for said help, inferred or otherwise. 
Japanese high school students clean their own schools."
   "Well, you got me there, sensei," I sighed, "So what do you want me to
do?"
   He shrugged.  "I dunno.  Pick up a book and pretend you know something
about physics, I guess."
   He began working on grading papers while I sighed and started leafing
through various books.  I finally found one that basically amounted to
'Physics For Complete Idiots' and began reading.  Maybe ten minutes later,
there was a knock at his door and it opened.
   "Hey, prof!" said a young woman brightly as she skipped in.  She was in
her early twenties, with curly brown hair that fell past her shoulders and
a slim figure.  She was pretty enough, I suppose, although it suddenly
occured to me that I was instantly judging her against Alexa.
   "Jeanie, hey," dad said, looking up and smiling.  "This is my son, Alex.
He just finished his first semester over in Linguisitics and History."
   "Oh, hi," she said, turning and waving at me.  "Wow, you two look
alike."
   "Thanks, I think." I replied, waving back from my seat.
   "What can I do for you?" dad asked, pausing in his work to look at her.
   "Any work to be done for you or Mrs de Bourne?" the girl named Jeanie
asked.  "All my classes are done but I don't leave dorm for another week
soe I'm looking for something to do, y'know?"
   Dad nodded.  "Right this second I have nothing, but that might change,
I'll email you if anything comes up, okay?"
   She smiled and winked at him before waving to me and then turning and
swishing out the door.  My father just sighed and went back to grading.
   "Nice girl," he mentioned.  "Well-meaning, but if she were any dumber
she'd have to be watered twice a week."
   "Cute, though." I mused, causing him to look up at me, his eyebrow
raised.  It made me wonder if Alexa was right and if my father and mother
were fucking that girl.
   "Trust me, Alex," he said in a level tone.  "As someone who has listened
to her blather for an entire semester, you don't want to do that to
yourself.  No amount of getting laid could be worth that kind of
intellectual pain.  There were times I was certain that sticking a garden
weasel up my nose and into my brain would hurt less."
   "Ouch." I said, frowning at the imagery.  Still, dad probably knew best
and had no reason to deter me.  I stopped thinking about it and went back
to my book.  True, most of what I was staring at was bafflegab to me, but I
diligently took in everything I could.  Never miss a chance to learn
something.  Probably an hour passed before dad stretched and cricked his
neck before looking at me.
   "Gonna take Allie up on her offer to buy a belly-dancing outfit and
dance for us all while we do hookah?" he asked.
   I shrugged without looking up from my tome.  "Sounds fun.  When would we
do that?"
   "Tonight or tomorrow," dad replied, musing.  "You know your mom, she'll
want to do the whole Moroccan lounge thing in the living room with big
beanbag chairs and plush pillows everywhere and then invite her friends. 
They'll all get to meet her sister while she gyrates and grinds around the
room to Arabic music."
   "Can't tell who's more eager for this, you or mom." I mentioned.
   Dad laughed cheerfully.  "Make no mistake, Alex, your aunt's a pretty
girl, and watching her dance will be fun, but I'm not slavering at the
notion or wanting to strip her naked and throw her in the pillows.  Your
mom is more than enough for me."
   It was weird, but I felt a slight jealous or territorial twitch at his
words.  I wouldn't blame my dad for finding Alexa stupidly hot and wanting
to bang her, but he just said he didn't.  And he wasn't aware of my
relationship with her, so clearly he was just affirming his dedication to
my mother.
   Who apparently was something of a freak.
   I wonder if dad pee'd in her.
   I closed the book suddenly, my face contorting at the horrid notion I'd
just considered.  Standing up, I told dad I was going to take a walk and
stretch my legs.  He waved absently as he continued grading and I left the
office to wander around.  I didn't spend much time here in the Sciences
buildings, because they weren't my field and also because there was always
the risk of people knowing who I was and asking me for tips about how to
deal with my parents.
   I spotted mom in the cafeteria and walked over to her.  She beamed
brightly upon seeing me.
   "So, did you help your father in his office?" she asked as she took the
juices she'd purchased and began strolling toward her office.
   "Nothing to help him with," I said, shrugging.  "You know his office,
it's all weird and geeky, but incredibly well-organized and hermetically
sealed.  I think dust is afraid of that space."
   "Wish I had that problem," she muttered.  "One of our mutual students
came by and offered to help me."
   "Lemme guess, Jeanie." I said somewhat flatly.
   "Yes," mom said, smiling at me.  "I take it she came by his office
first, looking to curry favour?"
   "Yep, and oozing her dumb all over the room," I confirmed.  "Dad looked
like he was ready to scratch his brain out with a cheese-grater just
because she was there."
   Mom sighed and nodded.  "Her parents are very rich and make a lot of
contributions to the university, so putting up with her lack of intellect
is a necessary evil, I'm afraid.  Still, I'm glad she showed, she met Allie
and the two of them seemed to hit it off.  I'm glad she's able to make
friends."
   "That is good," I agreed, pleased for my aunt.  I didn't want to be the
only person she knew.  That would just be selfish.  "Damned if I know what
they would have to talk about though, if Jeanie is so dumb."
   "It sort of went by too quickly for me, but Alexa complimented Jeanie on
a piece of jewelry she was wearing and it turned out to be some icon or
logo for a band they both liked and the conversation went off from there.
Jeanie may not know a quark from a tricycle, but she knows her music,
seemingly."
   "Eh, better your sister than me," I mused.  "Most bands I would listen
to don't have icons or logos that would look good on jewelry.  Jeanie said
I looked like dad."
   "You do," mom said, nodding.  "You've got my serious nature, except for
that abominable sense of humour, but you take after your father physically.
If you ever get into bodybuilding the way he is, we're going to need to
move to a bigger house."
   I chuckled.  "Might be a few years yet before I commit to that.  So do
you want me to take your sister to find-"
   "Alex," mom said, interrupting me and stopping to turn and look at me.
"Could you please start referring to her by her name?  Allie or Alexa or
something?  Calling her 'your sister' or things like that sounds so
impersonal and like she's a burden somehow."
   "Sure," I said, nodding and secretly pleased that she had insisted,
since it would no longer look like I was being fond or too informal if I
used her name.  This whole ruse was working out well.  "As I was saying,
would like me to take Alexa to find her belly-dancing outfit while you and
dad are here or should we wait for you?"
   She considered.  "That's up to you, I guess, but it might be fun to go
along.  Where would you even find an outfit like that?"
   I shrugged.  "I know a lot of cosplayers and people in the SCA, I'm sure
they can point me in the right direction.  Give me a little while to
contact them and then we'll all go."
   "Excellent," mom said, almost smiling cheerfully as she resumed walking.
"I'll tell your father we're knocking off early and we'll make up the time
another day.  You talk to your nerks and I'll go tell Allie what we're
doing."
   I nodded.  "Uh, okay, I'll see you back at the cars, then."
   I guess part of me was disappointed that I wouldn't have Alexa to
myself, but at the same time it did help to keep our cover if mom and dad
were along for this expedition.  Sure enough, some friends knew exactly
where to point me and I had the information we needed.  God bless the
geeks.
   I meandered about for an hour and then went to the cars when I got a
text from my mother saying they were ready.  I was the first to arrive, my
mom, dad and Alexa showing up a few minutes later.  Alexa seemed excited
about what we were planning.  Mom asked her to ride in her vehicle so they
could talk about the outfit and what she had planned.  Dad would take his
vehicle and I'd lead our little convoy to the place where she could make
her purchases.
   Exotic stores are easy enough to come by, if you know where to look. 
Our sojourn took us to the edge of downtown, not quite the burbs but a good
jaunt nonetheless.  The store we were going to was a pan-Middle Eastern
place, covering clothing, furniture and decore from Afghanistan to Morocco.
The attendants were very helpful once we'd explained what we'd wanted and I
was not overly surprised to find out that Alexa spoke more than a little
Arabic.  I could say hello, thank you and you're welcome, that was about
it, not including any loan words that had crept into the English language.
   The girls shoo'd us away while they began their quest to find her
ensemble.  Dad and I wandered about for some time aimlessly, simply looking
at the curios and other things of interest.  Finally, though, dad grunted
and declared he was buying two more hookahs, in case my mom's invitation
list of large.  He found two very exotic and classy Syrian hookahs, each of
which had multiple hoses and stood well over three feet tall.  Not one to
stop there, he also bought two Turkish coffee sets, complete with trays. 
He never did anything half-assed, I'll give him that.  We then went to
inspect the available beanbag chairs.
   Alexa clearly had something in mind, because she and mom were very busy,
putting together an outfit that was best described as 'modular'- it was a
base outfit that could be added to or taken away from as the wearer saw
fit, complete with chains, bangles and diaphanous silks, gauzes and veils.
I caught glimpses of the items, but if we ever got too close, mom made us
go away again.  I guess I'd be waiting to see it, which was fine, because
I'd be enjoying it later in a way no one else would.
   We met mom and Alexa at the front of the store, with dad and I having
purchased the hookahs and four more full-sized beanbag chairs, one of which
was big enough for two people.  Mom made us wait outside before they
purchased anything, so we couldn't see it.  She then came out with Alexa
and instructed us to meet them at home, they'd be following shortly.
   "Mom's been a lot more chipper since Alexa got here." I mentioned as I
stuffed squishy chairs into the back of my car, along with one of the
hookahs.
   "It's a good thing as far as I'm concerned," dad replied casually,
putting the other chairs and hookah in his vehicle.  "Although this party
she seemingly has in mind is going to be a larger one."
   "Define large." I requested warily.
   He shrugged.  "Large for her, maybe ten invitees along with the four of
us."
   "That's livable," I sighed as I shut my trunk.  "I was having paranoid
visions of a weird rave run by my mom and me being everyone's bitch for the
night."
   Dad laughed.  "I wouldn't let her do that to you, Alex.  That and she's
loosening up, wouldn't you say?"
   "Well, I guess.  Any idea where they went?"
   "Probably to buy fresh shisha and some ultrafine ground coffee, since I
purchased those two sets," he mused.  "Using regular coffee and fudging on
the details woudn't do, of course."
   "I'm still trying to picture anyone outside our family enjoying it," I
laughed.  "Gotta at least try, right?"
   "It's the principle of the thing, you're right," he said easily as he
closed his hatch and got into his vehicle.  "See you back at the
homestead..."
   ***
   Dad and I sat and waited at home for some time, drinking beer and
watching some retro hockey games before they finally arrived.  Sure enough,
mom had a bag full of coffee and another containing several types of
shisha. Her eyes were glinting with excitement.
   "So the party is tonight, you two have your work cut out for you,
rearranging the living room to Moroccan Lounge Theme Bravo.  Step to it!"
   Dad and I looked at one another and sighed.  Yes, mom really did have
distinct designations for different room themes.  There were seven hookah
party lounge arrangements and she wanted 'Moroccan Lounge Bravo'.  Dad
wasn't kidding about more guests.  I just wish I'd had more notice about
when this party was or my opinion asked.
   So dad and I spent the next two hours moving everything around or to the
study off the living room and brought in the new beanbag chairs, along with
the ones we already owned and the plush throw pillows and rugs.  We took
down the WASP-y decor from the walls and tables and replaced them with
elements that sung of a Middle Eastern concept.  Then we hung fabric from
the ceiling, draping and billowing low enough to made a Berber exile feel
at home.
   Since there was not enough time to cook, mom was ordering in Moroccan
again, not that any of us objected.  Alexa offered to make fresh mint tea
and other beverages, along with prepping for the coffee.  I think as much
as we'd been enjoying ourselves these past few days, she was looking
forward to meeting more people.
   And it made me smile.
   ***
   We sat around in the living room, laughing and talking while we ate
dessert.  Eight guests had attended, including mom and dad's friends and
associates, Mr and Mrs Stevenson.  Some neighbours from down the street had
joined us, along with a local alderman and his wife.  We'd served almond
pastries and perfumed oranges along with the mint tea.  Alexa and mom
excused themselves to begin heating the water for coffee.
   I entertained everyone for several minutes by recalling an incident in
the Linguistics department when dad suddenly pressed a button on the stereo
remote and turned on our Arabic synth music.  Everyone went quiet for a
moment before mom came in with the Turkish coffee tray, serving piping hot
and muddy coffee all around.
   No sooner had she done this than Alexa swished and wiggled into the
room, wearing her new belly dancing outfit.
   I was really hoping my jaw didn't hit the floor.
   She looked stunning.  Her golden hair spilled down her back in lush
waves and curls.  The little headpiece she wore held a veil over her lower
face, leaving her blue eyes shining.  The top of the outfit deserved an
award for containing her bust, accented by the see-thru fabrics I watched
them buying.  Her midriff and upper hips were bare, the only decoration
being a thin golden chain around her waist and a large red jewel in her
navel.  The underwear was covered by more diaphanous material and her legs
were encased in billowing layers of the same.  Her feet were bare.  Little
bangles that jingled adorned her ankles, biceps and wrists.
   She slinked and shimmied around the room to excited applause.  We hadn't
told anyone about the entertainment and they reacted with delight.  I had
to fight not to stare stupidly, barely noticing mom pouring coffee into my
ornate cup.  Hopefully no one else heard my heart pounding.
   I couldn't believe how much her eyes danced with joy as she entertained
us.  Her movements were enchanting, with a seductive serpentine grace.  I
was thankful she didn't spend much time looking at me, because I'm fairly
certain my expression would have given us away.  She removed various gauze
wraps from her body, garnering catcalls from the women as she snaked one
around Mr Stevenson's neck and he blushed furiously while his wife laughed.
   She seemed to give everyone a personal show for a few moments, dancing
in front of them and thankfully mine wasn't special- she gyrated her hips
and undulated her belly in front of me but that was all.  I did my best to
seem entertained without looking too rapt in the display.  Alexa danced for
several minutes and through at least three songs before bowing to much
applause and sitting down to have coffee before it cooled off.
   She was sitting beside mom and I had to look past dad and mom to see her
as we sat around the circle.  As much as I wanted to gawk at her, perhaps
it was for the best that I had other things to look up.  Dad had also been
dutifully heating up the coals for hookah and we now brought these out,
teaming people up to share them.  Alexa got paired with me since everyone
else had a spouse with them.  She switched places with dad and settled down
next to me, giving me an impish grin.
   I let Alexa choose the flavour and she went with a papaya-mango-mint
shisha from one of my favourite brands.  Dad put the shisha in our bowl and
then a coal on top.  We waited expectantly and I took the initial draws to
make sure it was ready.  It was excellent and I passed her the hose.
   I'm not kidding, watching her smoke hookah in that wonderful outfit,
exhaling slowly and wreathing herself in tendrils of greyish-wish smoke was
utterly transfixing.  The light from the Moroccan lamps played over her
divine body, sheathed in the silks and gauzes, glinting off her silvery
bangles.
   We continued talking with the music playing in the background.  The room
was thick with a myriad of flavoured clouds and contests began to see who
could blow the biggest, thickets clouds.  Alexa and I were beating everyone
by a long shot until my father took a very deep inhale, filling that
enormous chest of his and expelled an not a cloud but an entire weather
front.  I was amazed it didn't begin raining in the living room.
   Mom and dad received their accolades gracefully for the victory while
everyone laughed gaily.  I shivered as Alexa leaned in against me while
laughing at my father's antics.  I felt her hand on my thigh, giving it a
gentle caress and squeeze.  I was thrilled we'd found a moment for some
intimate contact.
   Dad eventually replaced the coals and gave everyone new flavours as
they'd requested.  Mom then made everyone laugh and whistle when she took
dad's face in her hands and shotgunned him, blowing smoke into his mouth.
Mr and Mrs Stevenson followed suit, as did the alderman and his wife. 
Eventually everyone else had doen it and they all turned to look at Alexa
and I.
   Saying we blushed under the scrutiny would be a minor understatement. 
We both fidgeted, not knowing what to do.  Finally she turned to look at
me, her eyes betraying desire and fear.
   "Alex, just...  trust me, okay?" she said quietly.
   I nodded.
   "Okay, close your eyes," she instructed.  "This'll be easier if you have
your eyes closed."
   I closed my eyes and waited patiently.  She seemed to be working up her
nerve.
   "Open your mouth a little..." she said and I complied.
   Oh God, she's going to shotgun me in front of all these people.  In
front of mom and dad!  Holy shit...
   I waited with my heart pounding in my chest as I heard her inhaling on
the hose, the water in the hookah bubbling.  I could sense her leaning
in...
   I felt something hard and round encase my lips and then there was an
exhale and smoke blew into my mouth.  The sensation of the hard object
disrupted my concentration and I winced, coughing and sputtering
uncontrollably.  People around me were whooping with laughter.
   I forced my eyes open even while I coughed and saw Alexa leaning in next
to me, trying not to smirk as she held the cardboard toilet paper tube in
her hand.  People were still roaring with laughter as I fought to control
the spasms in my thorax.
   "You okay?" she asked innocently.
   "Sort of," I hacked, expelling more smoke from my lungs.  "That was
unexpected."
   "Funny, though," dad quipped, grinning.  "You should have seen your
face, sport."
   "Harrrr," I grumped, taking the roll from Alexa and tossing it into the
darkness.  "Glad I amuse all of you."
   We smoked more hookah and Alexa danced some more, keeping us
entertained. She even gave me the neck scarf treatment, by way of an
apology for my earlier discomfiture.  It was well past 2 am when the guests
finally left.  We cleaned up the dessert and coffee debris and hookahs, but
dad told me we could leave the rearranging of the living room for the
following day.  I was definitely thankful for this.  Mom and Alexa said
they were tired and going to bed.  Dad followed mom shortly thereafter,
leaving me to do some final straightening before heading downstairs.
   Half an hour passed and I was lying on my bed thinking when my phone
bipped at me.  A message from Alexa asked me to activate Skype.  I opened
my laptop and smiled warmly when I saw her lovely face.  She was still
wearing her belly dancing outfit, as if she was reluctant to take it off.
   "Hey," she said almost sheepishly.  "You're not miffed at me, are you?"
   "No, why would I be?" I replied, shrugging.
   "Oh, because of the cardboard tube thing," she said, seeming relieved
that I was not anonyed with her.  "I was worried you were thinking that I'd
done that to make you look silly or something."
   "You kidding?  I was terrified you were gonna have to shotgun me like
everyone else.  I'm glad you thought of that." I said.  "Why the hell did
you have a toilet paper tube handy, anyway?"
   "Something my sister said in the car," she answered.  "She mentioned she
loves shotgunning Michael when they do hookah, and since we were having
visitors, I thought it might set up a chain reaction."
   "And since you and I were the only ones there without significant
others, we'd get paired by default," I concluded.  "Quick thinking on your
part."
   "Thanks," she said, smiling now.  "But I'm wide awake and horny as hell
because of the hookah and coffee and dancing for people.  Any ideas what I
can do about that?"
   "I might have some ideas," I replied, smiling slyly.  "How adventurous
are you feeling?"
   She raised and eyebrow.  "I'm listening..."
   ***
   "You sure this is safe?" she whispered to me as we snuck hand-in-hand
through the backyard.  It was pitch black out, the moon having been
obscured by clouds.  The only illumination was provided by the distant
night lights that surrounded our fence.
   "Not at all, that's the point," I replied quietly, pulling her along. 
"We wanted to do something risky, something even more dangerous than
fucking in mom's office, I'd say this is it.  Never let it be said you're
the only one with a sense of daring-do."
   "Fair enough," she agreed.  "So what's the plan?"
   "Simple, I take you on the grass and fuck you until we cum." I said.
   "With your parents' right there, staring at us." Alexa said flatly, even
as I brought her to the spot I'd chosen.
   "Oh, you're just unhappy because I thought of it first," I sniffed. 
"Admit it."
   "Well, maybe a little," she conceded.  "But it's a big risk."
   "Isn't that what we wanted?  The thrill of living dangerous and
expressing our taboo desires while on the razor's edge of discovery?"
   "Yes, but...  Alex, what happens if we get caught?" she asked
hesitantly.
   I was silent for a moment as I stopped and stared at her.  "Well...  I
hope I can run faster than my mom."
   She smirked and giggled.  "I guess we do need to be faster than your
parents."
   "Oh, no," I said, correcting her.  "I just need to be faster than you.
If they come after us with cleavers, I'm tripping your sexy ass."
   She fell against me, trying to contain her laughter.  I held her tight,
marvelling in how she felt against me, still clad in her belly dancer garb.
Was I really going to get to make love to this goddess in this outfit?
   I pulled her to me and our lips met, kissing hungrily.  I could already
feel my ardour building while we made out, tongues tangling and snaking
inside one another's mouths.  My hands wandered and caressed, loving the
feel of her body within the layers of silk and gauze.  Alexa slowly
undressed me, leaning in and whispering in my ear.
   "You know what the best part of this outfit is?" she asked quietly. 
"The material of the underwear part is very elastic, I can just pull it
aside to let you into me and fuck me.  I can keep the outfit on, my
darling."
   The notion sent a thrill through my body and she moaned in response.  We
grappled onto one another eagerly and she began to kiss her way down my
naked body, nibbling and nipping at my skin.  She finally arrived at my
cock and took it into her mouth, bobbing slowly back and forth, determined
to defy the danger of our surroundings and take her time.  She hummed
around my shaft, making me shudder at the exquisite vibrations.
   "So..." she said, taking her mouth off my johnson and looking up at my
but continuing to stroke her hand up and down its length with a gentle
twisting motion.  "When we do this, Alex, when we fuck...  should we face
your parents' windows or face away from them?"
   I thought about that for a moment.  "Away," I said finally.  "That way
if they wake up and look out their window, I won't see the assassin's
bullet coming."
   "You're too funny..." she giggled before going back to sucking on my
cock.
   In spite of our surroundings, which included not only my parents' room
facing us but also a university dorm facility next door, I was getting
incredibly excited.  Or maybe it was because of those surroundings,
although it was hard to imagine Alexa not arousing me just about anywhere
we might have chosen to fuck.
   "Mmmmmmm..." she moaned around my cock, one hand following her mouth
stroking up and down the shaft while the other gently fondled my sac.  My
hard-on was enormous and throbbing in no time flat and she finally smiled
up at me and winked.
   "I'm already wetter than Lake Superior, I think you should just fuck me,
Alex," she said softly.  "I really want you to take me."
   I nodded and waited while she turned away from me and got on all fours,
pulling the gauze that covered her lower legs above her knees to protect
him.  She had, thankfully, removed all of her jingling bangles as well. 
One of these days I'd have to fuck her while she wore them.
   "Alright, Alex," she cooed in a quiet voice that belied her eagerness.
She looked back at me and wiggled her behind.  "Give it to me straight,
doctor, I can take it."
   "Your wish is my command." I breathed, kneeling behind her.  I caressed
her ass cheeks gently, causing her to purr and squirm.  She reached under
and pulled the now-sticky material of the panties or undergarment aside,
exposing her moist pussy to me.  I took gentle hold of her hips and pressed
my throbbing cockhead against the pliant lips.
   "Yessssss..." she murmured languidly as I slid inside her in one slow
stroke.  "Oh, Alex, what you do to me..."
   I held her for a few moments, just enjoying the feel of being inside her
while I marveled at her lovely form in the dim light.  Slowly I began
moving back and forth, feeling her squeeze me as she sighed in pleasure. 
Tracing my fingers over her creamy skin and the silken material of her
outfit enthralled me, heightened by the near-darkness we were in.
   She pushed back against me as I slid in and squeezed me as I pulled out,
the two of us finding an wonderful, slow rhythm to make love at.  One of my
hands trailed up her back and wrapped in her lustrous golden hair, causing
her to bite her lip as she fought off a loud moan.
   "Gnnnnn, you cheeky bastard," she breathed.  "You trying to get us
caught?"
   We writhed and ground slowly against one another, lost in a world of
sensation no bigger than the two of us.  At this point, I'm pretty sure my
parents could have been staring right at us and I wouldn't have cared.  All
that mattered was Alexa and pleasuring her.  Nothing else existed.
   "May I sit in your lap, Alex?" she asked, almost panting.  "I want to
look into your eyes when we cum..."
   I nodded and paused in fucking her, letting Alexa pull herself off my
cock and I sat down on the cool grass, facing her.  She clambered into my
lap and settled down, pulling aside the panties again and hissing as she
sank onto me.  I held her tight, still somehow stunned by how good she
felt, like nothing I could have imagined.
   She put her head on my shoulder and held still for several seconds while
she adjusted to our new position.  The the moon came out from behind the
clouds, casting a silvery light over us.  She now looked up and stared
deeply into my eyes, her own shining like sapphires.  There was something
in the way she looked at me that made me want this moment to never end.  If
this was Heaven, it was more than I could have hoped for.
   Slowly she began to move up and down on me, her arms around my shoulders
while my hands rested on her lower back and caressed her waist.  Our eyes
were locked and we never looked away from one another.  We said nothing, we
just gazed into one another's timeless eyes.
   My hands slowly wandered up and began squeezing and playing with her
breasts, reaching under the fabric that contained them.  She bit her lip
and sighed as my fingers pinched her nipples gently.  Her own fingers
caressed my neck and played with my hair while she squirmed up and down
slowly on my pulsing cock.
   Our bodies grew warm as we writhed, fingers pressing into skin or
squeezing more firmly as the tempo picked up.  Our breathing grew heavier
but our eyes remained locked.  She squeezed me as she rode my cock, her
face getting closer to mine with each passing second.
   Finally we both shuddered and sighed as loudly as we dared, crushing
ourselves together.  I remember to keep looking into her eyes as I cum, the
two of us looking deep into one another's souls at that singular moment of
truth were nothing can be hidden.  I could feel her pussy contracting and
clenching around my shaft as I pumped my cum inside her, my body trembling
in relief.  I could feel her sticky juices on my thighs.
   We looked at one another for several more seconds as we let the mutual
orgasm subside, saying nothing.  Then she leaned in and we kissed deeply
and lovingly, a perfect denoument to our dangerous clandestine meeting.  I
don't know how long we kissed or held one another, nor do I exactly
remember going back inside the house and parting ways, but later in bed,
lying in the dark, all I could think about was how I wished nothing would
ever interfere with the bliss my aunt and I shared.
   ***
   I woke up to my phone buzzing insistently.  I flopped my arm around,
trying to find it for several seconds before it went silent.  I shrugged
and began drifting off when the infernal buzzing started up again. 
Grumbling, I found the device and thunked it against my ear.
   "Hello?"
   "Alex," my dad said in a very even tone.  "Are you awake?"
   "Sort of, now, I guess..." I mumbled.
   "Listen to me," he said, his voice brooking no argument.  "Wake up and
listen.  There's been an accident.  Your mom and Allie were in her car when
someone t-boned them.  Your mom's fine and she's here with me, but Allie's
in the hospital.  Can you get down to Sunnybrook as quickly as possible?"
   ***
   To be continued...
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