Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

Major Samantha Arden of the United Survey Service is a senior official in HomePlanet Security and is a very skilled ESPer, which makes her a prime target for the Hive. She has a strained marriage with her husband Gavin and is secretly in love with her superior officer, Colonel Jack Sullivan. All that changes as Sam gets taken by the Hive.

After a week of bedrest, Sam was recovered, or at least as recovered as she could be after giving birth to a Greater Intelligence which had nearly consumed her body and her mind. Feeling reinvigorated, Sam proactively made love to Jack, loved every minute of it, and then sought out Gavin.

"So, can Jack and I have a child now, for real?" Sam asked. She had lost all discomfort at asking her husband for permission to be impregnated by another man.

"You want to have a child with him, but not me?" said Gavin.

That stopped her cold. For once, Sam didn't know what to say.

"Relax," said Gavin, breaking the tension with another smile. "You and I have not been genetically paired. You and Jack have. I'm sure the two of you will get permission soon." Gavin gave her an appraising look. "In the meantime, there are one or two minor tasks you must complete first, before you will be ready for full scale reproduction."

"I'm ready," said Sam.

"Good. We're going to take a little trip tomorrow," said Gavin.

The next day, Gavin took Sam to the Hive nest in northern McLean. They undressed and made their way in. It much like Sam remembered it from her last visit.

Gavin took her to a small chamber where there were a series of worms and riders in different compartments. Gavin asked her to scan the first set of worms with her ESPer powers.

"Do you sense anything?"

He was looking at her carefully. Could he tell if she lied?

"I sense... an alien presence," said Sam honestly.

Gavin nodded, giving a small smile. That had been the honesty test, apparently. Then he showed her another set of worms. She sensed them too.

But then Gavin showed her another batch of worms, and Sam sensed nothing from them. Nothing at all. They looked like the first set of worms, but she got no ESPer impression from them.

Gavin smiled. "We used one of those on you when I first Infected you. But we weren't sure about them. Now we can use them on ESPers and others with sensitive talents."

Sam saw how she was helping the Hive yet again. She had helped them Infect a wide swath of HomePlanet Security and the Survey Service and now she was helping target ESPers. But once again, she had no choice.

Then Gavin had her analyze a sample of riders. Sam did, but shook her head with each one. She sensed something from all of them.

"We'll have to keep trying, then," said Gavin. Then he led her to a series of alcoves. There was a person in each alcove, with a spider on their heads. "Forget about the spiders. I'm interested in the minds of the people. What do you sense from the first one?"

Sam reached out to the first man, who looked to be in a daze. "There is something wrong with his mind... something unusual."

Gavin nodded. "What about the next one?"

The next alcove contained a woman, who smiled in an almost normal way, which was odd, in a place like this.

Sam frowned. "Something is also wrong with her."

"Something?"

"It's as if her feelings have been... manufactured. It's hard to explain."

"And what about the next one?"

The next alcove contained a man who was crying, loudly.

Sam concentrated. "Sadness... loss... that's all I get from this one."

"Nothing... artificial?"

"No," said Sam.

"Thank you, Honey," said Gavin, giving her a hug. "We can go home now."

One day Sam was in the bathroom admiring the third ring on her rider. The rash around the rider was growing larger and redder than ever before, but it was of no concern. No concern.

"What are you looking at?" Jack asked.

"My third ring," said Sam, enjoying it when he hugged her. "I'm triple banded now. But Jack... they say a triple banded rider has complete control over me."

"Does it? If so, why are you crying in my bathroom?"

Sam paused. That was an excellent point. If she was under the total control of the aliens, why had she come crying to Jack?

"I don't buy it," said Jack. "I mean, sure, they can control our bodies. And they do. But they can't control our minds, not on the really important things."

"Like what?"

"Like my love for you," said Jack, pressing his waist against hers. "Is your love for me something the aliens put in your head?"

"No," said Sam, sobbing.

"And my love for you certainly isn't. As long as that's real, I figure there's a lot of us left," said Jack. "They try to convince us that they're controlling us in every way. That's part of the game."

Sam stiffened. It reminded her of something Colonel Worth Rogers had told her, a few weeks ago, shortly before she had been taken.

"Actually, you know, these pancakes aren't all bad," said Jack.

"They're not?" said Sam.

"When I take you on your hands and knees, I kind of like seeing yours humping your back," Jack confessed.

"You do?"

"Yeah," said Jack. "It's this mass of pulsating flesh. It's like an extra set of breasts. It makes you look more womanly, more feminine, more... fuckable."

Sam blinked. This surprised her. She also had her own confession to make. "I... I also kind of like seeing yours, in the mirror, when you thrust into me. It seems to thrust in and out in sync with your movements. It makes you seem more... potent. More manly. More... sexy," said Sam, looking up at him shyly. She pressed her breasts against him. "Do you really think my rider is sexy, Jack?" she asked, in a low voice.

"I do," said Jack, kissing her.

"Then make love to me, Jack. Make love to us."

Jack kissed her again, and then the Hiveslaves copulated, a complete pair, or counting their riders, a discrete group of four.

The following day....

"We want your sister," said Gavin. He watched Sam's reaction closely.

"My sister?" said Sam. She blinked twice. "You mean Carla."

"Unless she has a different name now."

Sam thought rapidly. Carla was her older sister, but at 40, was still a beautiful woman. She was happy married to Michael Farley and they had three adult children, Abby, Charlotte, and Stuart.

"You mean just Carla?" said Sam carefully.

"No," said Gavin, giving a predatory smile. "We want her, and her entire family." He paused. "Is that a problem?"

"No," said Sam, looking away. "It's just... Charlotte, my niece, the youngest, is only 18."

"We have brought even younger into the Hive, Sam," said Gavin. He turned her chin so she was facing him. "Is this a problem?"

"A problem? No, no problem," said Sam, looking visibly nervous.

"Then here is what I want you to do." Gavin told her the details.

Sam's frown grew deeper. "That's a little... unusual, don't you think, Gavin?"

"It is what the Hive demands," said Gavin. He stared at her sternly.

Sam felt like she was being tested. She nodded. "I will comply."

"Good. To begin with, I want your sister brought into the Hive by the end of the day tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" said Sam, raising her eyebrows.

"The Hive demands it," said Gavin.

"Of course. Tomorrow, then," said Sam, nodding quickly. She felt some trepidation about bringing her sister into the Hive; but then, as her triple banded rider pulsated, she suddenly felt better about it.

Carla would want to be in the Hive. I am giving her a tremendous gift.

Sam smiled and felt sure of herself again.

Carla was a dark haired 40 year old housewife with a face like Sam's. They were clearly sisters. She was almost as tall, and her breasts were wider, but not as protruding as Sam's. Sam didn't have the closest relationship with Carla. Carla would never admit it but she was jealous of Sam's success in the Survey Service. Her parents had always favored Sam because she had been more academically successful in school. Sam was also younger and prettier so there was a lot of resentment which at times grew acrimonious. But after Carla got married their relations improved somewhat. Still, Sam would never say that she and Carla were especially close.

Carla had a lot of free time since Stuart and Abby were in college and Charlotte was about to become a senior in high school. But that didn't mean she would make time for Sam. So Sam simply called her and told Carla she had to see her, and that it was urgent.

"Urgent?" Carla frowned over the holocomm. "What's urgent, Sam?"

It's urgent you be brought into the Hive by tomorrow, Sam thought. But she couldn't say that. "I'll explain when I see you tomorrow at your apartment."

"Sam-"

"I'll be there at 10 AM," said Sam, ending the connection.

She took a deep breath. She knew what Gavin and the Hive were doing. They were testing her loyalty. The question was why? Sam had already brought Jack and high level military officials into the Hive. And she wore a triple banded rider on her back. What more could they ask of her?

Sam arrived at Carla's apartment a little after ten in the morning the following day. "Samantha," said Carla, giving Sam a semi-sincere hug. "So good to see you."

"And you," said Sam, maneuvering so Carla's arms didn't touch her rider. Carla noticed Sam quickly pulling away from her embrace and frowned.

"Well, come in, Sam. Tell me what's on your mind."

Sam entered Carla's apartment. "Where's Michael? The kids?"

"Michael is away at work, Sam," said Carla. "Since it's summer, the kids are off from school. Stuart is traveling for the next two weeks, Abby is out shopping, and I think Charlotte is at the library."

Oh. Sam had somehow hoped that Charlotte, the youngest one, might have gone abroad for the summer. No such luck.

"Sam, what's this all about?" Carla asked. "I don't hear from you for months, and all of a sudden you have something urgent to talk to me about. What is it, dear?"

Sam wet her lips. "Something has... happened at Homeplanet Security."

"Go on," said Carla, sitting down on the sofa, and gesturing for Sam to do the same.

Sam told Carla how the Hive had come to Earth, and how they had taken over people with riders.

"Riders," said Carla, her eyes narrowing. "Is the government taking care of this?"

"Kind of," said Sam. Actually, the government was increasingly in the hands of the Hive now.

"Sam, what does this have to do with me?" Carla asked.

"I'll... I'll show you," said Sam. She could have just seduced Carla; it would have been easy enough for her rider to emit pheromones, to put Carla in the right frame of mind. It didn't matter that Carla wasn't a lesbian; she would be under the spell of arousing chemicals, unable to resist, until her new master took control of her.

But Gavin specifically ordered Carla taken without the use of pheromones. He seemed to trying to make it as emotionally difficult as possible for Sam, which Sam, even with a triple banded rider on her, didn't fully appreciate. But she had no choice but to obey Gavin, and the Hive.

Sam got up and took off her jacket. Then she started unbuttoning her shirt. When Sam removed her shirt, she turned around, and Carla shrieked.

"Sam, what is that thing on your back?" Carla said, jumping up.

"It's one of those riders I was telling you about," said Sam.

Carla looked at the red rash around the edges of it. "Does it hurt?"

"Not at all. On the contrary, it feels good," Sam said smugly.

"Sam... does it control you?"

Sam took a deep breath, making her breasts heave. "It guides me," said Sam.

"And what is it guiding you to do now?" Carla said.

Sam bowed her head. "I... I have been instructed to bring you into the Hive."

"Into the Hive." Carla took a deep breath. "What does that mean Sam?"

Sam took a step forward. "You have to take a rider, Carla."

"You want to put one of those things on my back? No," said Carla, taking a step back.

Sam sighed. She again wished she had been allowed to use the pheromone on Carla. It would have made things easier for everyone. But her instructions had been quite specific.

"I was told to tell you that if you refused, there would be... consequences," said Sam.

"Consequences," said Carla.

"We will take your children," said Sam, hating herself for saying it.

"No!" said Carla. "No," she shook her head.

Sam sighed, and activated her holocom. The image of Abby appeared on the viewer. She appeared to be in a shoe store.

"What is that?" Carla asked.

"A live stream of Abby," said Sam. She pressed another button, and the image changed to Charlotte. She was in the library, searching for new holobooks. "Our operatives will bring them into the Hive right now if you don't agree."

"No Sam," said Carla, stepping forward and grabbing Sam's arm. "Please, you wouldn't. You couldn't. They're your nieces!"

"It's not up to me, Carla," said Sam. "It's what the Hive requires." She made a show of checking her chrono. "I'm going to get a call in the next five minutes. If I don't tell them that you've joined the Hive, Abby and Charlotte will be taken."

"No... no.... I can't," said Carla, releasing her hold on Sam. "Please don't ask me to do this."

"You have to, Carla," said Sam, and it was her turn to put a hand on her sister's arm. "It's the only way you can save Abby and Charlotte." Sam felt terrible about lying to her sister. She knew that eventually all of her family would be brought into the Hive. But she had her orders.

Carla took a deep breath, and her mind raced. "Sam... those things. Do they really control you?"

Sam gave a sunny smile. "To a very limited degree."

"What do they do to you?"

"Mostly... they enhance your sex drive."

Carla gave a nervous laugh. "My sex drive?"

"They... they feed on sexual energy."

Carla looked at Sam's rider, and bit her lip. "That's all they do?"

"That's all," Sam assured her. She reached down and opened her briefcase, and slowly and carefully took out a rider. She had made it this morning herself, while very enjoyably bucking up and down on Gavin's shaft. The rider was small and immature.

"That's much smaller than the one on your back, Sam," said Carla.

"They come in all different sizes," said Sam. "You'll barely even know it's there."

Carla looked uncertain. "Sam... can't you just tell them that I did it, without actually doing it?"

Sam shook her head. "They'll know." She sighed. "Carla, I'm going to get the call any minute now. Please, think of the children."

Carla took a deep breath. Sam could see the beginning of tears. Sam hated herself for what Gavin and the Hive were making her do. "Come on, Carla, take off your shirt."

Carla nodded tearfully and started to pull her shirt over her head. Her breasts were larger, wider than Sam's, but not nearly as perky. She removed her shirt, standing there, looking confused and worried in her bra. Sam felt a wonderful tingling in her clit; Carla had taken her very first step in submitting to the Hive. Sam took her by the arms and gently led her to the nearest wall.

"Now lean against it," said Sam.

"Sam-"

"Just do it, Carla," said Sam firmly.

Carla, looking fearful and trembling slightly, nodded and leaned against the wall with open palms. "I'm scared, Sam."

"I know," said Sam soothingly, stepping behind her as she admired her sister's bare back. In moments, she would have a master, one created from Sam's very own flesh and blood. She felt a tingling again as she looked down at the small, immature rider in her hands, and then stared at the empty space between Carla's shoulder blades.

"Now take deep, easy breaths, Carla," said Sam.

Carla started to breathe deeply, causing her breasts to move. "Please Sam, please don't hurt me."

Sam smiled as she raised the rider. "You're my sister. I would never do anything to hurt you, Carla."

She looked at her sister. She looked so submissive. Sam had never been attracted to Carla, but seeing her now, like that, leaning against the wall with her ass sticking out, her arms spread, facing away, so vulnerable, made Sam feel a stirring in her groin. She found herself tracing the horizontal line of Carla's thick bra with a finger while a hint of a smile appeared on her lips. Carla would make an excellent addition to the Hive, Sam realized.

Carla whimpered as she waited to be taken.

"Keep breathing deeply," said Sam, raising the rider.

"Sam, please don't do this," Carla cried, looking fearfully behind her.

"Trust me, it's going to feel really good." Sam assured her sister as she raised the rider. "Now get ready, you're going to feel a little pinch-"

Sam gently put the rider on Carla's back. Carla stiffened as she felt the alien warmth of it, and then seconds later the psychic tentacles going into her brain. She immediately grabbed her head and yelled. "It's in my head! Sam, it's in my head!"

Sam once again realized how much easier this all could have been if Carla had been seduced with the pheromone, how much calmer and accepting she would have been. But the Hive had insisted that Carla be taken in this way.

After several moments, Carla's new rider settled in, and Carla stood there blankly, with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"What are you, Carla?"

"Hiveflesh," said Carla.

"And what is your function?"

"To incubate eggs and expand the Hive." Carla's face relaxed. "Did I just say that?"

"You did!" said Sam joyfully. "Welcome to the Hive, Sis," she said, giving Carla a hug. "Now that you have your rider, we have to work to help it mature."

"Mature." Carla's eyes narrowed again. "What does that mean, Sam?"

"Your rider will gain energy from you," said Sam. "Once it gains enough energy, it will mature and take greater control of your mind."

"Sam, you told me that this thing wasn't going to control me," said Carla.

"I lied. I'm sorry," said Sam. "But I had to do it to save Abby and Charlotte."

Carla stood there, looking stunned. "What... what is expected of me?"

"Not much. Every day you'll be required to take a morning jog with me for an hour."

"A jog?"

"The exertion will help your rider to mature."

"Sam, please don't make me do this."

Sam put on her shirt. "Needless to say, if you refuse, we will have to take the kids into the Hive. I'll be by the same time tomorrow for our first jog."

"What... what about Michael? What if he sees this thing on my back?" Carla asked.

"Make sure he doesn't," said Sam. She went to the door, and opened it. "Oh, and if you make love to him, make sure you're on top."

"Why?"

"It will help your rider grow faster."

Sam left her sister looking horrified in her apartment.

As Sam drove home, she experienced mixed feelings. Part of her was horrified to have brought Carla into the Hive the way she did. But part of her also enjoyed it.

The next morning Sam showed up in a tight shirt and shorts at Carla's place. She was pleased to see that Carla was dressed appropriately. She turned Carla around and saw the outlines of her rider under her shirt. Sam nodded with satisfaction and turned Carla to face her. She kissed her sister on the cheek with a sparkle in her eyes. "Are you ready to go?"

Carla nodded.

They started jogging in the neighborhood.

When Sam was behind Carla, she got a better look at her sister's rider. She was pleased she could clearly see the outline of her sister's rider through her shirt. The mass was between her shoulder blades, right where it was supposed to be, just above Carla's bra strap. Over time it would grow so large that she wouldn't be able to wear bras with horizontal straps, as Sam well knew. When Sam's rider grew its third band, it became so large that she could only wear bras with vertical straps.

When Carla fell behind Sam, she took a look at the outline of Sam's rider. It was so big! Carla was glad her rider was much smaller. She was careful to make sure that Michael didn't see her rider. He had hugged and kissed her and didn't seem to notice. He even tried to have sex with her last night. Sam told Carla she could manage it, but she was too nervous. Besides, Sam told her that sex would help her rider grow stronger, and Carla didn't want to do that. So she told Michael she had a headache.

As she ran behind Sam, Carla noticed Sam's well toned legs, which were tanned and looked freshly shaved. Sam was always the pretty one. Sam's ass cheeks were sculpted inside her jogging shorts. Carla never realized how beautiful that made her look. She found herself fascinated watching Sam's ass cheeks clench and unclench as she jogged. And under her shirt... Carla could see the outline of Sam's rider. It looked like a large pancake, humping her back. Carla shivered as she realized her sister was under its total control. And that she had one on her own back which was in the process of doing the same to her.

"Did you sleep well, Carla?" Sam asked, giving her sister a sly smile.

"I... uh, yeah," said Carla. In fact, her rider had fed her a steady flow of dreams, dreams of serving the Hive, highly erotic dreams of making love to people while her rider rode between her shoulder blades. She had woken up in a sweat with her hands between her legs.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Sam asked.

"I... I don't want this thing on my back, Sam," said Carla. "I can feel it in my mind."

"That's great!" said Sam. "Soon you will come to love it. Your rider will become your very best friend," Sam grinned, as her breasts bounced as she jogged side by side with her sister.

Carla glanced at the outline of Sam's enormous rider again. "How can you be happy with that thing on your back?" Carla asked, as they ran together down the streets of suburban Maryland.

"It brought me together with Jack," Sam grinned.

"Jack?"

"You remember Jack," said Sam. "I introduced you once-"

"Yeah, the tall handsome guy," said Carla. "You... and him?"

"Uh huh," said Sam.

"What about Gavin?"

"Gavin doesn't mind. He's in the Hive too," said Sam.

"Gavin doesn't mind...." Carla was still trying to process that.

"It was the Hive that brought me together with Jack. My true love. If it hadn't been for the Hive, it never would have happened," said Sam.

"And... that makes it all worth it?" Carla asked.

"It does," said Sam. "That's one of the many great perks of being a member of the Hive. Social boundaries and taboos fall away. You find yourself experiencing things you'd never have the chance to otherwise."

"What kind of things?" Carla asked, as they kept jogging.

"Making love to other men, for one thing."

Carla looked wide-eyed. "No, Sam."

"Yes, Carla," said Sam. She stopped, and put an arm on Carla's shoulder. "Relax. When the time comes, you'll want it."

The thought made Carla shiver.

They jogged for over an hour in a big circle before they arrived back at their air cars. "You see? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"I... I don't feel any different," said Carla cautiously. She felt the warmth of the rider on her back, of course, but nothing else.

"You'll barely notice it," said Sam. "Hey, I just had a thought. Would you like to come to my place to have some coffee?"

"Coffee?" said Carla. Her first instinct was to refuse. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea," she heard herself say.

As she got into Sam's air car, Carla wondered why she had said that. She didn't even like coffee.

When they got to Sam's apartment, there was coffee, and more. Carla sipped nervously. "How long is it going to take for this... rider... to finish growing?"

"Oh, it never stops growing," said Sam. From the look on Carla's face she saw she had said the wrong thing.

"You mean... mine is going to get as big as yours?" said Carla.

"Maybe. It's hard to say," Sam added hastily. "But if that happens, you won't mind it. Really, you won't."

"Because my mind will be under the control of this thing."

Carla looked like she was about to cry. Sam reached out and hugged her sister. "It won't be so bad, I promise."

"Sam, I just want to protect my family," said Carla.

"And you will," Sam assured her. At least, until your rider matures and takes control of your mind.

Sam looked at Carla and pretended to look surprised. "Hey, I just had an idea. I thought of something which might make you feel better about this whole situation."

Carla gave a bitter laugh. "What could make me feel better about all this?"

Sam got up and started to remove her shirt. "Take off your shirt."

"What?" said Carla.

"You heard me," said Sam, removing her own. Her large breasts were beautifully encased by her Survey Service bra. Sam's rider was as large as Carla had remembered it, sloping down her back as if gravity was pulling it down.

Carla just stood there, watching her.

"Come on, Carla," said Sam. She looked into her sister's eyes. "Momomomomomom."

"Momomomomomom," said Carla automatically.

"Mamoomisham!" said Sam.

"Mamoomisham! Momomomomomom," said Carla.

And then Carla stared blankly ahead and let Sam remove her shirt. Sam had her sit down on the sofa with her and positioned Carla so she had her back to Sam.

Carla blinked rapidly and started to recover. How had she gotten on the sofa? And where was her shirt? "Sam, what's going on?"

"Something wonderful," Sam promised. And then she leaned back, and her rider came into contact--

Carla was in another world. Or maybe another dimension. Riders came out of holes in the ground by the thousands. And standing there among them, completely nude, was her sister. Carla realized she was nude as well.

Sam walked up to her gracefully, without saying a word. Then she pressed her lips against Carla. They kissed for a long moment. Then Sam looked into Carla's eyes, and pressed her breasts against Carla, and then-

Carla blinked. She was back in Sam's apartment. Her eyes focused on the chrono on the wall. Nearly two hours had passed! Her body was all sweaty.

She turned to face Sam, who was as sweaty as she was.

"Sam... what... what was that?"

"Communing," said Sam. "It will help you become comfortable with your rider."

"Comfortable?" Carla blinked again. The details were hazy, but it felt like she had just had a two hour marathon sex session... with her sister.

"I'd better go," said Carla, getting up suddenly.

"I'll drive you-"

"No, I'll walk!"

"See you tomorrow at 10!" Sam said, as the door slammed shut.

Carla felt all kind of conflicting feelings. She had just apparently daydreamed about having sex with her sister. She had even enjoyed it.

But she wasn't a lesbian. Not even close!

It must be that thing on her back that was doing this to her. She wouldn't give in to it.

The next morning, Carla got up and prepared for her jog with Sam. She vaguely remembered questioning whether she should run with Sam again. After all, it was making her rider stronger. But she realized she had to do it to protect Michael and the kids.

She looked at the rider in the mirror. Actually, it didn't look that bad, for a parasite. Something last night... something in her sleep.... Carla shook her head and looked at the chrono. She'd better get dressed, or she'd be late for her run with Sam.

"The sex is wonderful," said Sam, as they jogged together. "I've slept with dozens of men." Sam didn't mention Janice. Carla never knew about her and Janice.

"Dozens?" said Carla, looking surprised as they jogged together. "I thought it was just Jack."

"Nope," Sam grinned. "The Hive gives you opportunities you could never dream of. Without it, I'd still be stuck with having sex with Gavin only three times a month." She could see the wheels turning in Carla's head. "You've been with Michael for 20 years. Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be with someone else?"

"No!" said Carla quickly. A little too quickly. Sam continued to smile.

"You've also only had three children. What if you could have more of them?"

"More kids? But Sam, I'm 40 years old!"

"It doesn't matter once you've joined the Hive," said Sam. "I've had a Hive pregnancy."

"You've had a child, Sam?"

"Of a sort," said Sam, thinking of the Greater Intelligence. She was simultaneously proud and horrified by what she had given birth to. She wondered what had happened to it when it had been removed from her body.

"But you can get pregnant again, Carla. Multiple times."

"No," said Carla, flushing red. But again, Sam could tell that the possibility intrigued Carla. A lot of possibilities intrigued Carla, now that she had taken a rider.

As they jogged, Carla stared at Sam's body. For some reason, she found her sister even more gorgeous than the day before. Sam's well toned breasts bounced up and down in her Survey Service bra. Her beautiful blonde hair glistened with healthy sweat. She gave Carla stealthy glances out of the corner of her eyes, combined with little smiles which made Carla shiver. As Carla watched Sam's ass cheeks clench and unclench inside her tight jogging shorts, she wondered what was happening to make her think about Sam in such a way.

After they had finished their run, Sam said, "That was a good workout. Would you like to come back to my place for coffee?"

Coffee. Carla knew the meaning of that now. She was about to say no, but then she thought how beautiful her sister's eyes looked in the morning light. She found herself nodding.

"Good," Sam smiled, sending a jolt of electricity through Carla.

When they got back to Sam's place, they drank coffee for a short time. The tension in the air was thick. The conversation was short and awkward. They both felt the tension in the air. They both knew what was going to happen. Finally, Sam smiled and started to take off her shirt. Carla felt her pulse jump when she saw Sam's beautiful breasts encased in their Survey Service bra. Sam saw her sister staring at her. "Come on, Carla," she said, putting a hand on her arm.

Carla tried to restrain her eagerness as she finally had an excuse to take her shirt off. She never, ever would have initiated. But even as she removed her shirt, she thought to herself, What am I doing? Carla was still trying to figure that out when she took her appointed place on the couch and her back made contact with Sam's-

Carla blinked. Her body was sweaty and exhausted. She had just... they had just... she looked over at Sam, who nodded.

"Was it...."

"Real?" Sam finished for her. "In some ways."

"But... I'm... I'm not....." Carla struggled to find the words.

Sam took her sister's hands. "Carla, you're in the Hive now. There's no need to worry about boundaries." She looked Carla in the eyes. "Have you had sex with Michael yet, since you joined the Hive?"

Carla shook her head.

"Do it," said Sam firmly.

"But you said it would strengthen my rider."

"It will, but Carla, your rider is going to mature in a few days regardless of what you do," said Sam. "Don't delude yourself into thinking it will be otherwise." She looked into Carla's eyes. "Try it, and see what happens."​