Hammond - Alex in Underland: A High Fantasy Harem

I glanced away from the beautiful lady talking on the computer screen to check the clock, wondering where the hell my sister was. She was late for our weekly check-in dinner. Our dinners were more for her than anything else, but gave me a chance to see how she was coping after losing our parents. Shed been a tad unstable even before that, always talking about adventures and traveling below the earth, or through portals in mirrors. The last thing I wanted to do was have her committed, but hell, if shed even lost the ability to find my house? God, I hated that the thought even entered my mind.

Are you there? Crystal asked. With a sexy woman like this looking at me from the computer screen, I felt like a real douche for mentally wandering. She was pretending to knock. Hello? Earth to Alex.

Shit, sorry. Just losing track of time.

Right. She frowned, which was somewhat cute on her. The way her black curls came down framed the smooth chestnut skin on her face, making her blue eyes stand out even more. Sometimes I wondered if she wore colored contacts. We hadnt yet met in person, but were supposed to meet tonight for drinks at her place after Id finished my dinner with Alice. The thought was enough to make my penis shift. But if my sister didnt show, that meant something could be wrong which meant I might have to cancel.

Damn, man, youre out of it today. She leaned forward, pouting in a way that made her lips very appealing. Is this thing happening?

Yeah, yeah, I said, not sure if it was.

She sensed it, because she frowned as if making up her mind and then said, Sounds like you need incentive.

I protested, but then saw she was repositioning the camera to show her chest. That was enough to shut me up, but when she reached up and pulled down her blue top to expose a perfect pair of breasts, I was sold. There was no way I was canceling.

Maybe thatll help you stay motivated, she said, putting the camera back on her face and grinning. Especially since you owe me, but Ill let you show me yours later.

With a deep breath, I realized I needed to adjust myself. I was wearing jeans, which makes adjusting tough to do when it grows that hard, that fast. Crystal noticed me grabbing my pants as I tried, and it brought a mischievous smile to her full, rose-colored lips.

I cant believe were technically at the first date level and we were already getting this naughty with each other, she said eagerly.

Thanks, I said, distracted. I glanced at the clock.

Thanks? She laughed, shaking her head. To be clear, this is your sister, right? Youre not making up a story to cover for your girlfriend or wife?

Its my sis, I said, reassuring her, worried, but trying not to show it. Damn, Id just seen this girls perfect tits! The fact that my mind could go anywhere else said something about the situation. My sister can be unstable at times, but shes never late. I must check on her. Im so sorry. See you at nine?

Yeah, yeah. She frowned, glanced over her shoulder, then back to me. Oh, and Alex

Uh-huh?

She held up her phone, opening an image of a woman about her age and build, but Asian, whose dramatically long eyelashes and make-up almost made her look like an Egyptian goddess. It was confusing but hot.

Im sorry, whos

Just a friend, she said, putting the phone away but grinning. A friend who Im thinking I might invite over tonight too. You know just the three of us.

Suddenly, I could feel the aching boner in my pants again. Ill see you at nine, I said. I could hear her giggle.

Fucking right you will, she replied before giving me a flirtatious wave and hanging up.

My first thought was that, damn, this girl was a bit presumptuous, and maybe even a slut. My second thought was that I didnt give a fuck. The last time Id been laid was when Cheryl and I broke up over a year ago. It was technically break-up sex, so it didnt really count. Before that, it was about three months, I think. Either way, it was pretty sparse there at the end with Cheryl, so I was ready. Crystal and I had been chatting for at least two weeks and it was like we kind of knew each other anyway.

Enough for a threesome? Why the hell not?

But first, I needed to get this worry out of my system. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe sis was sleeping or lost in one of her many fairy tales she so loved so much. Whatever the reason, I was about to find out.

As I replayed the image of Crystals perfect breasts in my mind and imagined myself enjoying them later that evening, I kept getting interrupted by images of Alice in trouble. My imagination was running wild. If I had any chance of enjoying an evening with Crystal and her Egyptian goddess friend, I needed to find Alice and put my paranoia to rest first.

My car door closed with a thud as I sped off to find Alice. The radio was blaring the sultry voice of R. Kelly singing Bump n Grind, not making it any easier for me to focus on my mission while anticipating my first potential threesome.

Dammit, Alice. It was going to take me a long while to get over this one if I had to cancel with Crystal because of her. Frustration and panic swelled as memory thrust those tits into my mind again. Those gorgeous beautiful breasts needed to be kissed, and I knew I was the right man for the job.

As I turned left onto Fisher Lane, an ominous white van veered from the far-right lane. It cautiously transitioned across two lanes of traffic to turn left and position itself directly behind me. Why the fuck is this van following me? As I approached Alices house, my attention turned to the street and sidewalks. I scanned the area. Maybe I would find her with a flat tire? There has to be a reasonable answer. As I pulled into her driveway, a lump formed in my throat. The front door was open. Glancing from the door to the front window, I noticed it was broken, and the curtain was flowing out in all directions.

My cheeks flushed. The hair on the back of my neck stood at attention as panic grew into anger. By God, if someone hurt Alice they would have hell to pay. I slammed the car into park, flung open the door, and then sprinted up the front stoop.

Alice! I screamed. Are you here? Alice!

Flying through the front door, not knowing what to expect, I was ready for anything. I landed just inside the door. Broken glass from the shattered window was everywhere. I quickly searched the living room looking for Alice, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. The couch was torn apart and flipped on its side, cushions shredded and foam all over the place. Oddly, the family portrait that hung over the TVthe only one wed ever takenwas missing. Its broken frame was on the floor.

What the fuck? Is there anybody here? Alice!

Approaching the kitchen, I stumbled and tripped over a broken dining room chair. I decided to grab one of the legs, just in case there were some baddies still around. Gripping it firmly, I stepped into the kitchen. The refrigerator had been rummaged through. Its contents had been tossed everywhere and used to paint the hardwood floor, so I moved about slowly, trying not to slip. It took everything I had to keep from falling. Glancing at the counter, I saw the utensils and cutlery. I exchanged my chair leg for a butchers knife and made my way upstairs.

What a fucking mess. I grunted.

I heard a loud bang! Sweat streamed down my face and neck and my heart raced.

Okay, motherfucker! Lets do this! I shouted. Show yourself!

No response. I listened intently for a few seconds more then moved on. Gingerly creeping up the stairs, my ears ringing, I listened for movement or faint sounds. Reaching for the banister, I saw a large tuft of grayish feathers stuck in a split in the floorboard of the stairs. Instinctively, I grabbed them, brought them to my nose and sniffed, then studied them, not sure what to expect. The feathers were a muted black and gray with a dull, dirty, off-white color mixed in. They seemed large enough to come from an ostrich or another type of large bird.