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Ziva

by@Bojangles

Ziva

by@Bojangles

Ziva

I don't know how my dad does it. He met Ziva two years ago, and married her soon after. Now she's my step-mom.

She's only 27!

She's so arrogant and full of herself though. She’s so obsessed with her looks, and dresses so provocatively. I can’t deny she’s a Spanish beauty. We don't get along so well though and we've argued a lot.

That's probably partly my fault too.

I just can't accept her as my step-mom. I mean, she's still so young herself, it just doesn't feel right.

The news reported that the solar storm of the century was approaching. My Dad was away working late, so I suggested to Ziva that we watch it together outside in the street at night, maybe give us a chance to bond a bit better. It's going to be even bigger than the one from 1859.

There we both are, leaning against metal railings outside the house looking up at the sky, when a blinding flash of green light seems to shoot directly at us. I somehow feel it go right through me, like the railings were acting as some sort of weird conduit. Before we know what's happened, we're picking ourselves up off the pavement.

My god. We were knocked unconscious.

Both Ziva and I groggily stagger back into the house, and I accidentally bang my head on the door on the way in. In front of me, Ziva rubs her head with her hand.

Ziva : Ow! What the hell!

That was weird, coincidence I guess. Ziva serves up some chocolate ice cream with sprinkles for both of us, help make us feel better after our ordeal. I sit at the kitchen table and start eating. Suddenly, Ziva touches her mouth in confusion.

Ziva :I can taste chocolate. Que Pasa? I haven't started my ice cream yet. I can taste it, real as day!

As fantastic and weird as it seems, she must be connected to me somehow after our accident. I smile in wonder, fascinated as to how long this extraordinary turn of events will last. Ziva really did make an effort today, I have to give her that, but it doesn't stop me succumbing to a wicked primal impulse.

* I can't help myself. I have to try it.
Secretly, I reach my hand under the table and begin massaging myself through my pants. I pick up the pace, feeling my bulge grow. As I look up at Ziva, she's throwing her head back, writhing were she stands in apparent ecstasy. Holy shit. We are linked - even in this.
Ziva :* Oh...My...God!

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