A.I.S.A.: An Erotic Sci-Fi Romance by D. R. Rosier Page B

safe enough to be used as an inheritor for
all of Aisa’s siblings if James Ellings died before the trial was
decided.  Hopefully that wouldn’t happen, I honestly didn’t want the
responsibility.  I would do it, for Aisa’s sake, but I wouldn’t want it.
    I looked at Aisa, she didn’t seem disturbed at all, or have
any objections.  If anything she seemed happy with the idea of her
siblings being around, “I do have a guest bedroom, but only one.  You’re
more than welcome to stay if that’s sufficient?”
    Cal shrugged, “That should work as someplace to hang up my
clothes, but if you don’t mind I’ll sleep on the couch.”
    Aida nodded, “And since we’re staying for quite a while
mostly, I think we’ll be exceeding guest status, so we’ll buy our own
food.  But Aisa’s cooking.”
    Aisa snorted, “That’s why you’re really here, you just miss
my cooking.”
    Aida shuddered, “Damn right, I hate cooking, and Sally never
met anything she hasn’t burned either.  Bill isn’t bad, but he only cooks
once a week.”
    Aisa giggled, “Welcome to our home.”
     
    I was glad they were here for all the reasons listed except
one, and that one reason made it a little awkward in the beginning.  No
one likes to feel judged, and for the first few days every time I caught Aida
or Cal looking at me, or when they talked to me, I wondered what they were
thinking about and if this was just a conversation, or some kind of subtle
test.  It was nerve wracking.  I couldn’t exactly blame them either,
since they were deciding if they trusted me with their very lives, it’s not
like I could tell them to cut it out.
    Aisa was a gem however, and though it was a fairly large
adjustment doubling the bodies in the home, it didn’t strain our relationship
at all.  It didn’t really cut down on the sex much either.  The first
time Aisa dragged me into the bedroom in the middle of the day, and dropped to
her knees, I’d been surprised and felt a little self-conscious about it, having
her siblings right in the other room.
    Of course, that didn’t last long under her enthusiastic and
expert ministrations, in fact her siblings relative closeness in location
stopped mattering entirely to me in a shockingly short period of time, Aisa was
utterly irresistible.  About the only real change to our sex life was it
had become restricted to one room in the condo.
    It was sometime around the third day together when I noticed
a subtle shift.  Cal loosened up quite a bit now that he’d seen how happy,
and how well I treated and respected Aisa.  Aida seemed to come to a
similar conclusion, and although the teasing of Aisa didn’t entirely stop, Aida
didn’t seem all that focused on my reactions anymore.
    I didn’t ask what their decision was, and they didn’t tell
me.  Honestly, I hoped never to find out, with any luck the case wouldn’t
take years, and their father would live long enough to see his children freed.
     
    “We should go out tonight,” I said casually as I grabbed a
coffee and sat down to breakfast, the fourth morning after they’d arrived.
    Aida looked over at me alarmingly, “Out?” she asked
nervously.
    I nodded, “Sure, dinner, drinks, maybe a bit of
dancing.  It’s Aisa’s and my date night tonight, but you two have been
cooped up in here for four days, and I thought you’d want to get out too.”
    Aida looked nervous about the idea, and I frowned.
    I said a little too harshly, “You’re here to help with the
case right?  If you can’t do dinner and dancing how will you go on talk
shows, and let scientists, doctors, and psychologists poke and prod you?”
    She looked away and I cleared my throat guiltily, “That came
out harsher than I intended, I was just surprised at your reaction given the
reason you’re here, what’s going on?  You didn’t seem nervous at all when
you met me for the first time.”
    Aida looked back at me and hesitated a moment before she
spoke, “I… already