Children of the Cosmos

By Max Swan © 2014

Gladys hated riding in Vern’s old truck down the back roads around Tupelo, nothing but pothole after pothole. “Slow down, for heaven’s sake,” she shouted at her husband.

He grinned at her. Vern loved going fast over these roads, with his next greatest love involved seeing how afraid Gladys would get, especially when the truck fishtailed around a corner making her squeal. A big plume of dust billowed behind them coating the trees that seemed to hang over the road like a wall of green. Vern spotted a corner that he liked approaching, and floored the pedal. “Don’t you dare,” Gladys shouted at him over the loud engine, but she knew her protests only encouraged him.

The wild side of Vern something that she cherished in him. He could seem so quiet and shy sometimes, that it could be painful to watch. However, when he cut loose in moments like these, it aroused her.

“Hold on, sweet pea,” he yelled as the truck rounded the corner at full speed.

“VERRRRRRRRRRRRNNN!” Gladys yelled as the truck began to sashay across the road.

As the ride began to smooth out again, at the skilful hand of Vern, something silvery flashed from the side of the road. “Watch out!” Gladys called out too late.

A figure stepped on the road a few feet in front of them, too close for Vern to do anything about it, and in a moment that ran in slow motion, the truck hit the man. Gladys watched helplessly as the man turned and looked right at her, his eyes wide with fright, followed by the bone jarring thud as the front of the truck hit the soft body. His body rolled onto the hood and hit the windshield, and cracking it severely, then disappeared over the back of the truck into the dust cloud that swallowed him whole, like some merciless monster.

Vern hit the brakes when he saw the man, but the old drum brakes needed pumping before they did any good. They pulled up one-hundred feet away, at a stop that made Gladys hang onto the dashboard for grim life, to stop herself hitting the windshield. “What have you done?” She shouted at Vern, tears already rolling down her cheek.

“What chance did I have? He stepped out of thin air!” Vern said, visibly shaking.

They climbed out and ran through the dust still hanging in the hot humid air of the Mississippi summer. The man lay on the ground before them, not moving. Please be all right, please Lord Jesus, help him, Gladys thought as she ran. They reached the body lying on his back, his clothes bloody and torn.

Squatting next to him, Vern shook his shoulder shouting, “Mister? Mister? Can you hear me?”

“Is he alive?” Gladys asked, standing back fearfully.

Vern looked at the man’s chest that still rose and fell. “Yep, he’s breathin’,” he said.

“We gotta get him to Doc Jones,” Gladys said.

“Hmm… OK, I’ll back the truck up and we’ll take him,” Vern said, stood, and ran back toward the truck.

The stranger moaned. Gladys fell to her knees next to him and took his hand. “It’s OK, we’re gonna take you to Doc Jones,” she tried to reassure the man.

Looking down his body she could see bone sticking out of his leg, and wondered what other injuries he had. The man opened his eyes and turned his head toward her, blinking rapidly. “Kwala bon mesa?” he mumbled.

“What?”

“Kwala bon mesa?” he repeated.

Maybe he hit his head, she thought. The man gripped her hand tightly, and as she was about to try to comfort him again, he started to glow. Her eyes fixed on his, they looked large, impossibly large. A pain began to grow in her head that became unbearable in seconds. She tried to pull her hand from his grasp, but couldn’t. His eyes suddenly turned black. She screamed and collapsed unconscious next to the injured man.

As Vern backed his pickup truck down the road, he didn’t see what happened to Gladys, he seen her lying on the road next to the stranger, and it frightened him. Once he had stopped, he jumped out of the truck in a hurry, and knelt next to her taking her hand. “Gladys? Gladys, can you hear me?” he shouted at her with a deep frown.

He waited, rubbing her hand and calling out to her for several minutes but she didn’t wake. “Oh fuck it,” he spat. He stood and opened the tailgate of the truck, then he scooped up Gladys into his arms and gently laid her out in the back. After that, he did the same to the stranger he had run over.

Once he was satisfied that the two were secure, he jumped into the truck and sped off back down the bumpy road.

Gladys opened her eyes to find Vern, and her brother Travis, sitting near her. She looked around, and recognised Doc Jones waiting room with its strange posters of the human body, worn-out chairs, and grey walls. The air had a hint of cloves and antiseptic to its smell. Vern noticed she had woken, and jumped out of his chair and rushed to her side. “Sweet pea, are ya all right?” he asked with big eyes full of concern.

It comforted her seeing how much he worried for her. “Yeah, what happened?” she asked.

“I was hoping you’d tell me. You plumb fainted as I was backin’ the truck up, for some reason?” Vern said.

She thought for a moment, but remembered nothing. “I don’t know? One moment I was with that stranger, and the next I’m here,” she said and sat up and spotted Travis. “Oh, hey Trav, don’t tell me Vern’s gone made a fuss over this,” she said to him.

Travis walked up and kissed her forehead. “You know Vern,” he said with a brash grin.

“You can talk,” Vern said to Travis, “The moment you heard you were blubbering like baby.”

Watching the two making a fuss made her smile. “What about the stranger? Is he OK?” She asked, remembering why they were here to begin with.

Vern shrugged. “Don’t know. My business is with you first. Figure Doc Jones will tell us when he’s ready to.”

“Help me up,” Gladys ordered.

“You sure? I mean we don’t know wha…“ Vern began.

“Come on, I feel fine,” Gladys insisted.

They left the sitting room to look for Doc Jones and the stranger they ran over. They came to the door to his surgery and knocked. “Doc Jones? May we come in?” Gladys shouted.

The door swung open to reveal a portly man in his fifties, wearing glasses that hung low on his nose, and a suit vest over his white shirt with sweat stains under his armpits, and a gold watch chain going from a button to a pocket. “Gladys? How are you feeling?”

She shrugged. “I’m fine, Doc, but what about that man?” she asked, trying to look around him in the office.

“He seems all right,” the Doc said with a nod.

“Where is he?” Vern asked.

“He’s in the guest room, come on, I was about to go check on him anyway,” Doc Jones said.

They followed down a corridor toward the back of the house and entered a room to find the stranger lying on a double bed covered in a sheet. His clothes lying on the table, all torn and bloody. He looked strange, his face slightly longer than normal, so he had a pointy chin with a high forehead that seemed to jut-out over his eyes. His pale-white skin contrasted with black hair. He had a darkness under his eyes, like someone who hadn’t slept well for weeks, but no bags.

“Is he dead?” Travis asked, thinking the man looked like a corpse.

“No, he’s alive. Blood pressure and heart rate is low, though,” Doc Johnson said.

“How’s his leg?” Gladys asked.

The Doc shrugged. “Nothing wrong with his legs as far as I could see.”

“But he had a broken leg, his bone was sticking out n’ all?” Gladys said, looking at Doc as if he must be crazy.

Doc Jones grabbed the sheet and pulled it back to expose his legs. For a moment Gladys seen his dick, and she blushed at the size of it. “Nothing is broken, Gladys, and that’s what troubles me.”

“What you mean?” Vern asked.

The Doc put the sheet back. “I looked at your truck, and judging by the damage on it I think this man should be dead, or close to it. His clothes are ripped and bloody, yet when I examined him, there’s not a scratch on him to show where the blood came from,” he said.

“Do you know him?” Travis asked.

The Doc shook his head. “Nah, he’s not from these parts. He has no identification on him either. So I called the Sheriff to come round to help us identify him.”

“Looks like he’s awake, Doc,” Travis said pointing.

The man opened his eyes and looked up at them. His chin began to tremble as he glanced from face to face. As he looked at Gladys his body visibly relaxed, and he smiled at her.

“Are you OK, son?” Doc said to the man.

“Where am I?” the man said in the strangest accent they had ever heard. It sounded like a German-speaking in an English accent, with each accents recognisable.

“You’re at Doc Jones house,” Vern said, visibly relieved as if anything had happened to this man from his speeding, he would’ve been in serious trouble. The kind of trouble that sends one to prison for a few years.

“Who are you?” Gladys asked.

The man looked at her blankly for a moment. “I think my name is… Aron,” he said.

“You think?” Travis said then laughed. “What, don’t you know?”

The man looked at Travis as if he were trying to recognise him. “No. It sounds right to me. But you still haven’t told me where I am?”

Doc Jones scratched his nose. “You’re in Tupelo, Mississippi. Where ya from, Aron?”

“Too – pello,” Aron said with a frown.

The watching quartet looked at each other with raised eyebrows. “Where are you from?” Doc Jones asked again.

Aron thought for a moment. “I don’t remember,” he said.

“What you mean you don’t remember?” Vern said disbelieving.

“Now, leave the poor fellow be,” Doc Jones said, “I’ve read about people losing their memories when they get a nasty bump on the head.”

“Do you remember anything?” Gladys asked.

“I remember… you,” Aron said. “You saved me.”

“He’s loco,” Travis said.

“I didn’t do nuffin,” Gladys said, looking at Vern. “I didn’t touch him.”

“What ya gonna do with him now, Doc?” Travis asked.

“Well…” he started, looking at Vern with eyebrows furrowed, “He’ll need a place to stay until we discover who he is, and where he’s from. Seein’ as you put him in this mess to begin with, I think you should do it.”

“Doc, we don’t have room for him,” Vern said shaking his head.

“You live in one of Orville Bean’s old huts don’t you?”

“Yeah, but we don’t even have ‘lectricity connected to it,” Vern continued to resist.

Gladys knew they were responsible for what happened to the poor man. She felt bad for him, with Vern being so stubborn about it. She knew they were trying to a family, and having a stranger around might cramp their style. However, she decided that the Christian thing to do is help the man.

“Vern, I think the Doc is right. We owe this man for hitting him with the truck. We could’ve killed him,” Gladys said.

Vern looked at her glumly, he knew what it meant for him to stay with them too. “Well, if you think it’s right, sweet pea, then I ain’t gonna argue. You always know what’s best, long before I do.”

She smiled at him. Gladys knew Vern could be a stubborn man, sticking to his beliefs however people pushed him. What she loved about him though is that once he figured out something is wrong, he’d change.

A streak of integrity ran through him that no one but those closest to him could see. Some farmers, he worked for in these parts didn’t trust him, and thought of him as white trash. When Gladys first seen the inner man, she fell in love with him immediately.

Travis walked to Aron’s clothes and picked them up, screwing up his nose. “He’s gonna need somethin’ to wear. He can’t walk outta here stark naked.”

“I have some old clothes he can wear, it ain’t much,” Doc Jones said and left them to get the clothes.

“You’re gonna have to work if you’re staying with us, you understand?” Vern said to Aron.

Aron looked at him blankly. “Work?”

“I wouldn’t worry Vern,” Travis said. “By the looks of these clothes, I think he’s loaded. So once he remembers he can pay you back.”

“He better,” Vern said.

Doc Jones found an old flannel shirt and some overalls for Aron to wear. The only clothing Aron had that he could still use were his shoes. They were strange too, made of some soft, velvety material that gave the impression it would rip with little force, but as tough as leather. They drove back to Orville Beans farm and down to some old huts that once housed slaves, but now used for seasonal workers.

The early evening sent a chill through the air as they pulled up outside the rough-looking hut. A porch at the front, four rooms inside. To say the house looked primitive would be an understatement. Clad in grey vertical weatherboard like a barn, and up on stilts essentially tree stumps. Inside, the furnishings were basic, the walls were weatherboard and cracked, which let the draft in.

As they entered Vern stopped and lit a lantern, Gladys did the same and took it to a stove and began to light it. Vern pointed to a mattress on the floor in the living room. “You can sleep there,” he said to Aron.

Vern grabbed a couple of jars with clear fluid in each and handed one to Aron. “Here, this’ll take the pain away,” he said and grinned. Vern drunk the liquid with relish, Aron sniffed it. Vern noticed his hesitance and said, “It’s bad manners in these parts to turn down a man’s shine, ya know.”

Aron got the message and put his lips to the jar and drank. At first it tasted kind of bitter, and as he swallowed he felt it burn his throat, making him cough loudly. Vern laughed loudly at his discomfort.

“You sure ain’t from these parts, are ya? You drink like a man who’s never had shine before,” he said.

“I’m not sure where I’m from, but I am sure I’ve never drank anything like that before,” Aron said.

“Yeah, you’re some soft city boy, ain’t ya?” Vern chastised, “Maybe you better stick with water.” He reached over and took the jar from Aron, who looked disappointed.

Aron had noticed a strange object sitting in the corner of the room. “What is that?” he pointed to it.

“It’s a guitar, don’t tell me you don’t even recognise a guitar?” Vern said like it’s a joke.

Aron shook his head. “No, what does it do?”

“You play music on it, geez Louise, have you heard of music?”

Aron nodded, he had heard of music. Gladys appeared wearing an apron and said, “Dinner will be ready soon, it’s salted pork and beans tonight.”

“Sounds fine to me, sweet pea,” Vern said.

“What you men talking about?” Gladys asked.

“Oh, ole Aron here says he’s never seen a guitar before. Isn’t that the darndest thing ya ever heard?” Vern said, followed by another swig of moonshine.

“Maybe you should play him something, might help his memory. I’d like to hear you play before ya get too drunk,” Gladys said.
Vern puts his jar down on the floor and retrieved the guitar. After strumming it a few times, he began to play in a soft drone. To Aron’s surprise, Vern started singing:

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

Verns soothing baritone voice filled the small house as he sang the words from his heart, only like a man who loves to sing can. Gladys hummed in the kitchen as she listened to her man sing her favourite hymn. Aron listened politely, not sure what to make of the music he heard. He didn’t know who this God is, that Vern sung about, but he could agree with the wonder of the universe.

When Vern finished, he put the guitar down, picked up his jar, and sat back in deep contemplation drinking. Aron watched, feeling amused at how the doleful song had affected Vern. Aron could make out the simplistic mathematical cadence of the song, and found it unsatisfying. He sensed that Vern didn’t seem to hear the music like he did. Gladys came in holding metal plates that steam rose from. The smell of the food hit Aron, and made him feel nauseated.

He looked down at the plate of baked beans and bacon bones feeling his head spin. Something told him that this food would not be good for him. Gladys noticed his reluctance to eat. “What’s a matter, don’t like beans?” she asked with a frown.

Aron puts the plate down then looked up at her and smiled weakly. “I’m not a good guest am I?”

Vern picked up Aron’s plate, and tipped the contents on his own. “Vern!” Gladys said.

With a mouthful he said, “Well, he ain’t gonna eat it.”

Gladys shook her head at Vern disapprovingly, but had an idea. She stood and walked back to the kitchen, returning not long after with a couple of peaches. “Maybe this fruit will be better, til you get your proper appetite back,” she offered them to him.

Aron took them and sniffed the fruit. It smelt pleasant to him, almost familiar. He bit into a peach feeling the sweet juices explode in his mouth, he enjoyed it. So he began to eat the fruit.

Vern and Gladys watched him eat four peaches in quick succession. On the last one he leaned back and smiled like a contented man after a banquet. Vern looked at Gladys with a raised eyebrow. “Well, if all it takes to feed him is water ‘n peaches, then I spose keepin’ him ain’t gonna cost us nothin’,” Vern said sarcastically.

After they ate, and Gladys cleared up the dishes, they retired for the night.

Lying in bed Vern hugged Gladys and ran his hand down her stomach, while he gently kissed her cheek.
“Stop it, Vern. Aron is in the next room,” she whispered.

“I can’t help it, sweet pea. When I’m this close to you I wanna hold you close. I wanna feel you breathe,” Vern whispered back.

She turned her head and they kissed, sliding tongues in each other’s mouth, he pulled her body close to his. His manhood hard already, as his love bubbled deep inside. “I love you so much, sweet pea, more than life itself,” Vern said.

Gladys shivered all over in pleasure as his words lifted her soul. “I love you too, Vern,” she whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Vern’s hand ran down her leg and grabbed the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up. He lightly caressed her inner thighs, as they kissed deeply. How is it possible to love somebody this much, Vern thought. Her love for me is tender and sweet, like a dream I never thought possible. He felt her hairy mound, and as he explored her warmth he felt her wetness growing.

She sighed and moaned as he rubbed her clitoris, and slid fingers inside her velvety pussy. Gladys had pulled his dick out of his long Johns and stroked it lovingly. Feeling its hardness, its hotness in her hand as she pulled it. The skin on top giving over the hardness beneath.

“Take me,” she whispered huskily in his ear. “Fill me!”

Vern got on top of her and grabbed his dick, guiding it into her womanhood. He felt the warmth of her flesh envelope his hard cock, stretching around it as he pushed it deep inside her. “Oh, that feels so good,” she moaned too loudly.

“Shh,” Vern whispered with a grin.

She smiled up at him as they lay there so connected. Two souls made one spiritually, and now physically. Vern reached under her nightgown with a hand and felt her firm, but spongy breasts. Pinching a nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Gladys had reasonably big breasts, more than a handful, but not over large.

He started to grind his hips on her so his hard manhood began to slide inside her vagina. Their mouth’s locking in a mixture of hot breathes, eager tongues and shared saliva. The friction of his cock inside her began to have its effect and she felt her stomach tighten, her clitoris harden. Even the sensation of his dick hitting her cervix seemed to send jolts of pleasure through her. She knew this happened when she were close to ovulating.

“Oh, Gladys,” Vern whispered.

He had picked up the pace now, and in response she also began to thrust her own hips back on him. Suddenly, Vern grabbed her hands and pushed them back on the bed next to her head, and held them there. He used this position to fuck her hard. His hips pumping fast as his own pleasure grew inside, urgent and insistent, wanting to feel her pussy on his dick forever.

“Ah… Oh… God, yes,” Gladys moaned. She loved it when he dominated her like this and fucked her hard.

Vern felt is balls tighten.

Gladys felt her stomach tighten.

In that moment of ecstasy they both came. Unable to control their volume for their guest any longer they moaned and grunted loudly as orgasm took them to the ultimate place of union. Gladys’ orgasm rippled out from her vagina making her body buck on the bed, while Vern held himself stiffly inside her, feeling his seed explode from him like a canon.

After several glorious seconds, Vern collapsed on her with his dick still impaling her. They panted, and basked in the post-coital glow of their union. As his dick shrunk to its flaccid size, it slid out of her, so he rolled off and lay next to her holding her close. Gently they kissed each other feeling the closeness only a man and wife can in that post-coital moment.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“As I do you. I hope one day a baby will grow from this love we share,” she said.

“I hope so, too. When you fall pregnant, Papa says I can build a house next to his, on Old Saltillo Road.”

“That’s a perfect place to raise children, our children,” she said excitedly.

They hugged.

Outside in the living room, Aron lay awake and something puzzled him. Although he could clearly hear the coupling in the next room, he also felt it. At least he decided that must have been what happened. He felt Gladys’ feelings of love and pleasure as she held her man close. As they expressed their love in the physical way, his own penis got hard and ejaculated without him touching it. Why am I connected to her, he wondered? Why is this place so strange to me? I don’t belong here, but where do I belong?

*****

The next morning, Vern and Gladys were up at sunrise and woke Aron in the process. They drank coffee and chatted, he drank water and watched, feeling like an intruder.

“What ya gonna do with yourself today, Aron?” Vern asked.

Aron shrugged. “Maybe speak to the Sheriff and see if he’s discovered who I am?” he said.

“You can come into town with me,” Gladys said, “I work at clothing factory in Birmingham. But you’ll have to find your own way home.”
“We’re planting corn over on Orville Beans place, you’re welcome to come and work with us,” Vern offered.

“Maybe tomorrow,” Aron said, wondering what corn is.

Not long after Travis arrived in his truck and Vern went with him to their work leaving Aron alone with Gladys. As she washed the dishes from breakfast, he said, “I do appreciate you helping me like this.”

She smiled lightly. “That’s fine, I guess since we nearly killed you, we owe ya. But I wouldn’t get to thinking this arrangement is permanent, though.”

“I understand,” Aron said.

“Do you remember anything yet?”

He thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Everything seems so… alien to me, except you.”

“Don’t say that to Vern, he’ll get mad,” she said and smiled.

Aron, feeling a compulsion, touched her hand. Gladys’ body stiffened and she looked straight ahead with wide eyes, as if in a trance. “Gladys, it’s me,” he said.

Gladys turned and looked at Aron. “Vern? I thought you went to work?” she said staring at him.

“I needed to be with you,” Aron said.

“You know I ain’t got no time for that, I have to work.”

“You can pleasure me, so I can get you out of my head,” Aron said.

Gladys looked around, and smiled at Aron. She put the towel on the floor and knelt on it. Aron undid his overalls and let them drop to the floor. His fleshy white cock sprang to life. “I want to feel your love,” Aron said.

She grabbed it in his hand and stroked it, looking up at him, and feeling it grow hard in her hand. Leaning forward, she kissed the head affectionately, and licked it, ignoring the strange taste. Her mouth slid over it and the cock disappeared down her throat. Aron grunted. He knew this feeling, he remembered how this felt, even if he didn’t remember anything else. Gladys squeezed his balls as her head bobbed on his cock, her lips massaging it, her tongue lapping it, and her mouth sucking on it.

Aron put his hands on her head and began to thrust his cock down her throat. Her mind opened to him like a flower as memories of her making love with Vern flooded his consciousness. He felt her love for him, and Vern’s love for her and he wanted that. He wanted to be loved so completely, even if he took it from her.

He could hear her gasp and gag as his thick cock mercilessly fucked her throat, he felt close to climax. He withdrew and pulled her on her feet, pushing her over the sink. Reaching under her dress, he pulled her panties down, kicked her legs apart, and shoved his cock inside her warm pussy. Aron’s skin began to glow a pale-white light, and his eyes turned completely black.

He thrust his cock deep inside her for several minutes then he came. “Ahhhhhg! Ahhhhhg!” he grunted as he shot all his semen inside her pussy.

After his sexual lust subsided, he pulled out, and got dressed. Aron looked at her wondering about what has happened. Feeling afraid, he left the house. Ten minutes after he left a car horn sounded outside the house, breaking Gladys’ trance. She went to walk off, but found her panties were lying on the floor

“What? What the hell?” she said confused.

The car horn sounded again and she looked at her watch. Her friend Betty had arrived to take her to work. Feeling confused at how all that time passed and she didn’t remember it, she decided she must have been daydreaming. She quickly put her panties on and straightened herself.

“Aron? Aron!” she called out but got no answer.

She shrugged, and grabbed her purse, running out to greet Betty. Whatever happened to Aron, she wondered, he was supposed to come into town with me.

Aron found himself running through the lightly wooded fields for miles as fear pushed him, and desperation drove him. He didn’t understand what happened to him, or how he did that to Gladys. Shame ripped at his soul for assaulting the woman who had saved him. What kind of monster am I, his mind screamed? He tripped, and fell to the ground by a small stream cutting his arm open in the process.

“Ouch!” he moaned in pain as he stopped.

He looked at his arm, blood flowed from the wound. Suddenly, the wound began to close up, and in moments it completely healed, without leaving a scar. What is this he wondered? His ears buzzed and he rubbed them, but the sound didn’t disappear. Climbing to his feet, he looked westward to where the sound came from.

A soft buzzing, like an insect, which called to him. His body wanted to follow the sound, but he resisted. It felt as if the buzzing noise had concern for him, it looked for him, searched for him. Aron didn’t understand how he knew this, but he did. He took a step toward it, when suddenly, Travis stepped out of the bushes holding a bucket.

He looked surprised to see Aron there. “Hey? Did ya decide to come work with us after all?” he asked.

Aron frowned at him. The buzzing insisted he come. “Can you hear that?” he asked Travis, who filled the bucket with water.

“Hear what?”

“That buzzing noise?”

Travis raised his head and looked around, trying to hear what Aron could hear. “Nope, can’t hear nothin’. Maybe you gotta a fly in your ear?” he said and laughed.

“Maybe,” Aron said with a deep frown.

Travis stood. “Come on, we’re about to have mornin’ tea and Mrs. Bean has made cake.” Aron looked at him blankly prompting Travis to say, “Don’t tell me you don’t remember what cake is?”

Aron shrugged, making Travis Laugh and they walked off toward the field that he and Vern were working. As Aron left the spot the buzzing began to subside, until he reached the field it had disappeared altogether.

Upon seeing Aron, Vern stood and looked at him wide-eyed. “I thought you were going into town with Gladys?”

Aron shrugged.

“I found him near the Millers creek, standing there in a daze. He looked lost,” Travis said.

“Come on then, you might as well stay here now,” Vern said. He turned and introduced Aron to the other men present.

*****

That night, Gladys had brought home some fruit for Aron that he seemed to enjoy, while she and Vern ate fish and mashed potato. She asked him what happened to him this morning, but he shrugged and said nothing. Not looking in her eyes. Her soft voice awakened those feelings again, or is it her scent? It made his dick stiffen being near her voluptuous body.

“Aron, here, worked with us, today,” Vern told Gladys.

“Yeah? How’d he go? He don’t look like he’s used to manual labour,” Gladys replied.

“Ah, he tried, and to his credit he got it, but planting corn isn’t that hard,” Vern said.

“How’d he get there?” Gladys asked.

“I walked,” Aron said making her look at him.

“That’s a fair walk, must be five miles from here,” Gladys said.

“Trav found him, acting all strange by Millers crick,” Vern said and stuffed a fork of potato in his mouth.

Gladys looked at Aron and sensed he felt uncomfortable about the conversation. “So, you going out with Trav, tonight?” she asked Vern.
“Yeah, we’ll be gorging ourselves on Red Mountain Crawfish tomorrow, I hope,” he replied.

“Mm, my favourite,” Gladys said and smiled.

Vern looked at Aron. “Shame you eat nothin’ but fruit, Red Mountain Crawfish is as good as it gets in these parts.”

Gladys eyes bulged suddenly. “Why don’t you take him with you? He might have some fun.”

Vern looked him over and shook his head. “Nah, sorry Aron, but you’ll get in the way.”

Aron nodded, not feeling disappointed at all. Gladys seemed upset on his behalf, anyway.

When Vern left, Gladys and Aron sat up for a while in the candlelight, as she read her Bible he became curious about it, and asked her to read him some of it? She nodded, and started flicking through the pages until she found something she liked. Clearing her throat, she began:

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. Amen

They sat in silence as the words hung in the air. Gladys had her eyes closed in prayer.
“Who is this Lord?” Aron asked.

Gladys turned to him with a frown, surprised he didn’t know who God is. “I forget you can’t remember stuff, it must be strange.” He shrugged and smiled at her. “Well, the Lord is the one who made everything, he watches over us and provides for us.”

“Where is he?”

She chuckled. “He’s everywhere, even here with us in this room.”

Aron looked around. “I don’t see or sense any other presence here.”

“God ain’t simple like that. He’s here, but you can’t see him, or hear him, or touch him”

“Then how do you know he’s real?”

“You gotta have faith,” Gladys said.

“Faith? Surely if this Lord loved you, he would reveal himself to you?”

“He will one day, but till then we see him after we die, in heaven.”

Aron began to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Gladys asked, feeling as if he were laughing at her.

“I’m sorry, but your Lord sounds made up. Something a primitive culture would use to overcome their fears, or control others.”

Gladys frowned, she turned red. “How dare you insult my religion?”

Aron, sensing her anger, controlled himself. “I’m sorry, I meant no disrespect.”

“I spose you don’t believe in God?”

Aron thought for a moment. “I believe in the Cosmos. The Cosmos is all that is, or ever was, or ever will be.”

“Sounds as if you’re talking about God: the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end,” Gladys said and smiled.

“The Cosmos is not an invisible being deciding our fate, but it does know itself through the life that inhabits it. Everything in the universe is the Cosmos. We’re all part of it. We’re all born from it, made of it. From a tree to a star, a gnat to an elephant, we’re all children of the Cosmos”

“I don’t understand?” Gladys said, giving him a strange look.

“Imagine the biggest mountain you can,” Aron said.

“Like Woodall Mountain, that’s pretty big?”

“Well, if that mountain was the Cosmos, then we’d only be two atoms inside it.”

“Atoms? In Woodall Mountain?” She looked sceptical. “And how do you know this? You some kind of educated man?”

He frowned and looked down at his hands, wondering the same himself. Finally, he looked up at her and said, “I don’t know, sorry, I just do.”

“Maybe your memory is starting to return?” Gladys said and smiled at him.

“Maybe.”

“Well, I’m not sure I believe what you’re saying, but you’re entitled to your own beliefs in this country. Just don’t go talking like that around Vern, he ain’t so… understandin’,” Gladys said rising.

“I won’t. He’s lucky to have someone like you,” Aron said.

“We’re lucky to have each other. Now I’m going to bed, will you be OK to set up your bed tonight?” she asked, and he nodded. “OK, good night then.”

*****

Later, in the darkness, Gladys felt someone touch her face. She opened her eyes to see the outline of Vern standing next to her. Sleepily she asked, “You home already? I thought you wouldn’t be home until dawn?”

“I’m home,” he said.

“Did ya catch many?”

“Red Mountain Crawfish, as good as it gets in these parts,” Vern said stroking her face.

“Are you OK?” she asked, thinking he didn’t sound right.

“I am now,” he said and leaned down and kissed her lips gently.

“Vern? What’s gotten into you?”

“Silence, I want to lay with you,” he said.

He stood, pulling the blankets down. Gladys hesitated and grabbed them, but as he pulled she let them go. Her desire beginning to rise like a tide. Vernon is a virile man, but lately his desire for her body seemed to match his great love for her. Since they decided they wanted a baby, he seemed insatiable.

She sat up briefly pulling off her nightgown to reveal her soft-naked body. Her skin so pale it almost shone in the darkness. Gladys’ long brown hair hung over her shoulder and Vern leaned close and smelled it with a big deep breath. He rubbed his cheek on hers, until their lips met in a furtive, passionate kiss.

Vern’s hands caressed her body as he felt her warm flesh, skin on skin, creating a kind of electricity in the room. Gladys writhed beneath him as arousal gripped her, feeling his hardening cock rub against her leg and vulva, as their tongues danced together.
He pulled his mouth form here, it took a great effort of will, and kissed down the nape of her neck, licking and sucking too. His mouth found a nipple and he sucked it, feeling it go hard in his mouth. One hand gripped a breast and kneaded it gently, while the other pushed through her pubic hair and down between her vulvas.

“Oh, Vern, I love you so,” she moaned as his fingers slipped inside her vagina.

Her fingers gently scratching and massaging the skin on his back, feeling his strength. She ran them down his side and found she could reach his cock, so she began to stroke it. The mighty appendage felt as hard as she ever felt it, maybe harder. It oozed the slimy indicator of his excitement and she rubbed her fingers in it and brought it to her mouth to taste it.

His sticky essence tasted different from usual. Not unpleasant, different. Maybe he’s eaten too many Crawfish tonight, she thought and giggled to herself. Vern’s appetite for her seemed to grow and grow as he kissed and licked his way down her body. He tasted every nook and cranny of her he could find.

Settling his mouth over her vagina, the taste of her womanhood, her fertility, drove him into a frenzy. He lapped and licked her as if it were his last meal, something he wanted to savour forever. She moaned loudly, forgetting their visitor in the next room, squirming under his ministrations like a two-dollar whore.

His fingers fucked her pussy as his tongue worked her clitoris. The sensation of orgasm building inside her, its urgent tension, winding her up like a tightly coiled spring. She thrust her pussy in his face and fingers, urgently wanting the release. Grabbing his head and pushing it into her as if she wanted her pussy to swallow it, she came.

“Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Verrrrrrn!” Her vagina gushing watery cum into his face in a torrent, bathing him in her sex.

“Dang, sweet pea,” Vern said, enjoying the feeling of her cum running down his chest.

“Let me suck you,” Gladys said.

Vern lay on the bed next to her, and she got up and positioned herself over his cock. The mountain of meat stood rock hard and slimy. She licked it from base to head, taking up all his man juice. Tasting his essence, his musk. Licking the head of his cock, she watched how much he enjoyed it. Taking him into her mouth, she pushed herself so almost all went down her throat.

“Oh, yeah!” Vern moaned. “Suck it. Suck it good!”

Her head started doing the dance, lips massaging the shaft, tongue licking the head, and mouth sucking. She bobbed quickly to stimulate him, give him pleasure, and he moaned, feeling her hot mouth work him in the darkness. His universe shrunk to the sensation of her mouth worshipping his cock.

Her soft hair tickled his skin as her head continued to jackhammer on his cock. He so much wanted to cum in her mouth, make her taste his true manliness. However, he knew he made a promise to her about where his seed were to go.

“Stop, I’m gonna cum,” he said, pulling her head off him. “You’re too good at that.”

She glided up and lay on top of him, kissing him deeply. “I could suck your dick all day,” she said lovingly.

He chuckled. “Sounds good in theory, but I don’t think it would work in practice.”

“I could make it work,” she teased, “Keep you on the edge, so you last all day.”

He laughed again. “I bet you could, too”

“OK, I think I can do it now,” he said.

They kissed, embracing each other tightly, feeling each other, their whole universe. Vern rolled over with her on top so she went beneath him. Their passion building, she reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding it inside her.
“Mmph,” they moaned as her vagina engulfed his cock.

He felt bigger than she had ever felt, stretching her, filling her. It felt so good, as he started to thrust, creating the friction needed to climb mount orgasm again. Sensing he’s already in a highly aroused state, she wondered if he could hold on long enough for her to cum. It doesn’t matter, she thought, he made me cum hard before.

Vern began to pump her as hard as he could. His passion engulfing him like a tidal wave. Her boy rocked with every thrust, her breasts wobbled. The head of the bed hit the wall, making a low thud sound. He grunted, feeling the fog lift from his brain at last, his memories came flooding back to him. A truck hit him, and touching the woman had healed him, but befuddled his mind.

Gladys moaned loudly as the sex became frantic, bestial, and primal. Vern’s skin began to glow in the darkness, and Gladys opened her eyes to see it. It surprised her, scared her back into reality.

“What the…?” She began, but Vern puts his hand over her mouth.

He continued to fuck her as hard as he could. As he reached his climax the light coming from him flashed so bright, it blinded her. His semen pumped inside her womb, filling it completely, so much that some squirted out around his cock. Gladys’ orgasm sent her into convulsions, she screamed and lost consciousness.

Vern and Travis had an excellent night crawfishing, and made a good sum selling them that morning. It gave him more money to help him build the house he had planned. He knew that Gladys would get pregnant soon, given her sexual appetite lately. Enjoy it while you can, Vern old boy, he thought merrily, eventually it’ll dry like an old well.

They pulled up outside Verns home and climbed out. Travis grabbed a bucket filled with Crawfish and said, “I’ll get this started so we can eat.”

“Good, I’ll go wake Gladys, she’ll be fixin’ to eat a good mess of them too,” Vern said.

He walked into the rickety house and noticed Aron’s mattress empty. He shrugged as he didn’t care for the man that much. I wish he’d go back to where he comes from, Vern thought, and good riddance to him too.

In the bedroom, Gladys lay on top of the bed naked. The room smelled of sex. “Sweet Pea?” Vern called out, she didn’t stir.

He walked up next to her, looking at her naked form, wondering what the hell’s going on. He shook her, but she didn’t wake. “Sweet pea, wake up!” he said louder, but still got nothing.

He’s raped her, that cunt Aron has raped her, Vern thought angrily grabbing the blanket and covering her.

A female voice called out from the living room, “Vern? Gladys?” Travis’s wife Anita had arrived to share in the Crawfish feast.

“In here,” he called out. He knelt, caressing Gladys’ face in his hand. “Wake up, sweet pea, come on!”

Anita walked in with a smile, but froze when she seen Gladys. “What’s going on?”

“I think Aron raped Gladys last night, while we were out crawfishing. She won’t wake, ‘Nita, I’m scared.”

Anita ran to Gladys’ side, lifted the blanket, and looked under it. She shook her head and grimaced. “I think you’re right, Vern, she’s been sexed. No denying it. Is he still here?”

Vern came to his senses. “I don’t know, but when I catch him, he’s gonna wish he was dead. You look after her for me will ya? I gotta find that Aron before he gets away!”

“Get him, Vern, make him pay,” Anita said.

He ran through the house and found no trace of him. Aron had disappeared. Travis joined in the search but came up empty too. “Where is he?” Vern spat in frustration. “He don’t know this place.”

Travis had an idea. “Maybe he’s gone back to Millers Creek, you know, where I found him the other day.”
“That’s a start, let’s grab our rifles, and get going,” Vern said.

Minutes later, Travis’ pickup truck sped down a dirt road throwing up dust, heading for the Bean’s farm, where Miller Creek is located.

*****

The buzzing Aron heard a few days ago began to get stronger as he walked through the fields. He now understood what it the sound is a homing beacon especially for him. Only he could hear it, even among his own kind. The day felt warm now, and insects and birds could be heard going about their business. All he could think of is Gladys, and what he had to do to her. He wished he didn’t have to fool her like that, but she took something from him and the way he could get it back had been to trick her.

He came to a road and stopped before he crossed. He remembered this place, the road where Vernon ran him over. The memory was clear to him now. He was walking from the opposite direction, distracted by a hawk, floating on the breeze, he stepped on the road without looking. He remembered being near death, when Gladys took his hand and his own survival instincts made him use her life force to heal his body.

Her life force that overwhelmed his brain. Only the sex brought him back, his chance to return the life force to her.
After he crossed the road, he climbed through a thicket and came out into a clearing. The buzzing got loud, and after he walked ten meters into the clearing it stopped. The air in front of him shimmered like a heat wave, then as if out of thin air, a man appeared. He looked exactly like Aron, except he wore a shimmering white suit.

“Where have you been?” the man asked. “We were worried you’d been killed.”

“Forgive me, Adar, I was hurt, but I’m OK now. Some indigenous people helped me.”

Adar’s eyes bulged. “You’ve been with natives?”

Aron nodded. “Yes, I understand that quarantine will be necessary.”

Adar suddenly twisted his head as if listening to something in the silence. “Two male natives approach this area, they have weapons. I think they’re after you.”

“Yes, I had to mate with a human female to recover. One of the males coming this way is her mate, I suspect he’s angry with me,” Aron said.
Adar stared at him. “You mated with a human too? The Kalorn will not be pleased with this outcome. You know it’s against the rules.”

Aron looked glum. “I had no choice, I’m ashamed of it myself.”

“Come, we must leave, the natives are getting close,” Adar commanded.

The air around them began to shimmer.

*****

“Through here,” Travis shouted. He could see the back of Aron, who looked as if he were talking with another man. “Come on, we got him!”

Vern and Travis burst into the clearing with their rifles ready to fire, to find no one.

“I thought you said he is here?” Vern complained.

Travis reached up and scratched his head. “I could swear he was standing right there, with some other guy.”

“You’re seeing things,” Vern said. “Come on, I see some tracks.”

They took a step toward the tracks, and suddenly, a bright light filled the clearing. A shock wave hit them knocking them to the ground, which began to shake. A high-pitched noise made both men cover their ears, and the light shot up into the sky very fast, and disappeared, leaving them in silence. They climbed to their feet looking at the sky.

“What was that?” Travis asked.

“Something we never tell anyone about, not even our wives. They’ll think we’re plumb crazy,” Vern said.

Travis looked at Vern. “What about Aron?”

Vern kept looking at the sky. “I suspect we won’t see him again. Come on, let’s go home, I’m worried about Gladys.”

They left the clearing and returned home.

Epilogue

By the end of June, Gladys knew she had gotten pregnant. Sometime around her fifth month she felt sure she were having twins, as she looked unusually large, and could feel two babies kicking her. There’s a history of twins on both sides of the family. With one-hundred and eighty dollars Vern borrowed from Orville Bean, he set about constructing a family home on the Old Saltillo Road, and he and Gladys moved in that December.

Although she and Vern secretly worried that the babies might be Arons, they decided to love them anyway. They had made love many times before and after the Aron incident, so it wasn’t a fait accompli who the father is.

Early January, nineteen thirty-five, Gladys delivered her babies. The first child came out stillborn, and the midwife whisked it away before she could see it. Several hours later, she delivered a second child, a healthy baby boy.

As she cradled the baby in her arms, Vern sat next her on the bed filled with pride in his wife, and their newborn. “Have you decided on names yet?” Vern asked her.

“I wanna call the stillborn, Jesse,” she said.

Vern nodded sadly. “What about him?” he asked.

“I think we should name him for Aron, in case he’s the father,” she said.

Vern’s eyes popped. “Sweet pea, no one will understand. They’ll always ask us why we named him that, who’s Aron? Are you sure you want that?”

“It feels right,” she said stubbornly.

Vern had an idea. “What if we call him Aaron? That way we’ll know what we mean, and nobody else will. Especially the boy,” he suggested.

She thought for a moment and decided she liked it. “All right, I agree.” She kissed the baby on the forehead. “Welcome to the Cosmos, Elvis Aaron Presley.”

 

The End.

 

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