Switch: Alien Invasion/Violence&S*x-Chapter 147: Why choose to be mediocre when you have extraordinary power?
"When am I ever going to get all of you in me? Stephanie and mom can, why can’t I?"
Feeling bad for her, I say,
"You will today".
I start hammering into her cunt, making her grunt every time I strike her deepest parts. When she hits her third orgasm, I quickly make a switch to loosen her womb a little, and she cries out loudly, as I feel that strangling little ring slip around my cock’s head, and my balls slap her clit.
"Holy fucking GOD, that’s deep!" she cries, and then can’t get anything else out as a fourth and fifth orgasm crashes through and around her. I don’t let up, and love how that tiny ring feels as it slips back and forth around the sensitive rim of my member.
I know I’m getting close, but don’t want to cum just yet, and pull out. I let myself recover for a few seconds, while my sister’s pussy dribbles her juices down onto mom’s trimmed vagina. It almost looks lonely, lying there, and I decide that mom needs some more attention. I slip in to the hilt, as I pull mom’s legs up to my hips, forcing my sister a little more forward. The two women start kissing again, and I slip two fingers into Loveth’s pussy to get them wet, then slip them into her ass.
"Mmm, do I get to feel my brother’s thick cock in my ass?" She purrs as she turns to look at me. There is so much wanton lust in her gaze that I almost drop my seed into mom’s velvety folds right there, but somehow I hold on. She starts to push back against my fingers, and I easily slip three, then a fourth into her. It’s tight, but I wonder if I can get my whole hand inside her sweet ass. . .
My older sibling yelps in surprise when I get my thumb in, and she turns to look at me wide eyed. Mom cums around my penetrating tool, as Loveth nearly screams, "Yes, shove your whole hand into my ass, Nick! Oh, fuck, I can’t believe I have my brother’s fist back there, while my young mother’s sucking on my tits." She grunts as her anus slips around my knuckles, and my entire hand is buried in her ass. "Holy. . . I’m . . . Ungh. . . CUMMING[/b!]"
This is finally too much, and I fire gob, after fiery gobbet into my lovely mother’s devouring womb. Mom’s moans join Loveth’s, as we all explode in one large ball of orgasmic bliss. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
We spend the next couple days setting up a great divorce lawyer, and making sure mom is taken care of in every way, before heading back to the ship. The process is strangely clinical and exhausting, full of paperwork, hushed conversations, and long discussions about assets, timelines, and contingencies. I make sure every document is solid and every possible complication is addressed. If my father tries anything at all, he will find himself overwhelmed by consequences he cannot talk or maneuver his way out of.
Loveth points out something I had not considered. My dad’s career as a lawyer is finished. What good is a lawyer that cannot lie? It takes me quite some time before I can stop laughing. The irony settles in slowly and then hits all at once. Years of polished deception, courtroom performances built on carefully arranged half truths and strategic omissions, undone by a single irreversible change. For once, the balance of things feels almost fair....
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The ship seems oddly quiet, with only Loveth, me, the two aliens, and the kids onboard. The others have not yet returned, and I do not begrudge them the time with their families. The silence stretches through the corridors and settles into the metal walls. The usual background noise of movement and conversation is absent, replaced only by the low mechanical hum of the ship’s systems. It feels less like a war vessel and more like a place that is waiting for something significant to happen.
Loveth gets right to work, trying to come up with various strategies with the two alien sisters, while I spend most of my time practicing my switches in the blue, featureless room. I am trying to come up with some way to defeat the demons that will not also kill me or Loveth in the process. Every failed attempt adds weight to my thoughts. The blue room offers no distraction at all. There are no corners to focus on, no textures, no shadows, only an endless stretch of color and the sound of my own breathing. It forces me to confront my limitations without anything to hide behind.
After hours of making various switches in a number of objects that Vage supplies for me, and still unable to come up with any sort of attack that will surely work, I lie on the floor, sweating and depressed. My body aches even though most of the effort has been mental. Each idea collapses when I examine it closely. Some are too unstable. Others are too unpredictable. Several would destroy the target but take me and Loveth along with it. Power means very little if I cannot control the aftermath.
"You are giving up." The statement comes without warning and is delivered in a very matter of fact tone with only a slight Asian accent, startling me out of my thoughts.
"I did not know you were back on board," I say, trying to steady my breathing and slow my racing heart.
"I just arrived." I wait for her to say more, but she remains silent, and I turn to look at her. She is still there, and surprisingly, she is not turning away from my nearly nude body. Her gaze is direct and thoughtful rather than embarrassed, as if she is observing an experiment instead of a person.
"I am not giving up, I am just taking a short rest," I tell her, suddenly aware of how exposed I am beneath her steady stare. I reach for a towel and drape it over myself, more for my own comfort than because she seems to care.
"I do not understand you," Leslie says after a long and uncomfortable pause. I can only lift an eyebrow in response. Here stands, without argument, the most intelligent human being alive, and she claims she does not understand me. "You possess extraordinary power. You can accomplish almost anything you choose. You have women who are deeply devoted to you. You are not hesitant to use your ability, yet you hesitate when it comes to using it in ways that could improve life for everyone."
Stunned, I stare at her. I push myself into a seated position and attempt to form a meaningful response, but all that emerges is the extremely unhelpful, "What?"
She gives me a look that clearly communicates her opinion of my intelligence, but I refuse to react to it. When I remain silent, she exhales in frustration and continues. "You are clearly not foolish, and you could be influencing senators or even reaching the president and steering this country in a better direction." I continue to stare at her in disbelief, and she shakes her head slowly. Does she truly expect me to interfere in government at that level?
"I do not like manipulating people," I tell her. The words feel insufficient compared to the scale of what she is suggesting.
"You expect me to believe that all of those women are with you and that you have not influenced them at all?" The sarcasm in her voice is unmistakable, and I feel heat rise to my face, a mixture of embarrassment and anger that I cannot easily separate.
"Well, I did manipulate Tina, but I genuinely regret that and I refuse to manipulate anyone else," I say, trying to defend myself even as the memory makes my stomach tighten.
"And your professor? Tina’s mother? The man you transformed into a woman, or even your father?" Each name she mentions feels like a physical blow, and I flinch despite myself. "I reviewed your files while I was at home." The realization unsettles me deeply. Her connection to the ship and the nanites is extensive and powerful. If she can access the ship’s records from home, then she has access to nearly everything I have done.
"They were mistakes I made while learning how to handle my ability, except for my father. He deserved what happened to him, and so did Harley Quinn." Even as I say it, I am aware that believing someone deserves something does not necessarily make it right.
She studies me carefully at the last name, and I can see the moment she understands that I am referring to Dan.
"But think of the good you could accomplish," she says, her voice no longer sharp but deliberate and persuasive. "You could remove corruption without violence. You could prevent wars before they ever begin. You could ensure that leaders make decisions that genuinely benefit humanity rather than themselves." She takes a slow step closer and folds her arms. "Instead, you are afraid of becoming the villain in your own story."
The blue room feels smaller than it did before, as if the empty space has finally begun to press inward around us.
