Message-ID: <16834eli$9810300605@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: chilepeelr@aol.com (Chilepeelr) Subject: NEW CHILI: Heaven Sent - Chapter 1 (setup) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981030003639.04066.00001292@ng-fc1.aol.com> *********************************************************** The following story deals with consensual sex between adults and/or minors (most of which are blood relatives) under extenuating circumstances. This story should not be read by minors or by those which maybe offended by such subject matter. ********************************************************** I've had a big chunk of this story sitting around on my hard drive since mid- 96 and now that Armageddon and Deep Impact have raked in all the coins, I submit for your approval some of the stuff they didn't have in their movies......... Chili 10/98 Heaven Sent by Chili Peeler PROLOGUE >From the June 3, 1996 issue of Time magazine: A SHOT ACROSS THE EARTH'S BOW Last week's heavenly near-miss was a record. Are we ready for the next incoming asteroid? "Early last week, [a] celestial interloper whizzed by Earth, missing the planet by 280,000 miles - a hairbreadth in astronomical terms. Perhaps a third of a mile across, it was the largest object ever observed to pass that close to Earth." "[It] has been calculated that if the asteroid had struck Earth, it would have hit at 58,000 m.p.h. The resulting explosions, scientists estimate, would have been in the 3,000-to-12,000 megaton range...like taking all of the U.S. and Soviet nuclear weapons, putting them in a pile and blowing them all up." "Neighboring space teems with many more...Near Earth Objects, asteroids and comets with orbits that pass close to Earth's path around the sun. More than 100 NEOs big enough to cause the kind of worldwide disaster that wiped out the dinosaurs...have already been identified and charted. [The] Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, California, notes that an estimated 2,000 more of these mountain-size hulks may be lurking undetected out there." "The world, however, still seems largely unconcerned with the danger posed by large bodies hurtling in from space, despite the spectacle two years ago of Asteroid Shoemaker-Levy 9 riddling the planet Jupiter with mammoth explosions." Chapter 1 July 13, 2002 was a very bad day. That was the day the world learned of its own impending demise. Kelly Farento was in the kitchen of the family's summer retreat home in upstate New York finishing the preparation of a lunch salad. The temperature outside was in the low 80's and forecast to get even hotter over the weekend. She loosened another button on her cotton blouse and flapped the opening to stir some cooler air across the top of her bosum. The central air conditioning unit had gone on the fritz shortly after they had arrived for their three week vacation. Getting someone out to repair the unit had been fruitless to that point. Still, she wasn't going to complain; nine months ago, she didn't have a pot to piss in. Nine months ago she had been single, in debt up to her eyeballs and living in a one bedroom apartment. Then, her employer had asked her out to dinner. That, in itself, had not been all that surprising; she was, after all, a fairly attractive woman. Growing up, Kelly Hayes she had always considered herself an ugly duckling; she had been gawky and overweight. Then, the summer of her junior year of college, her body had changed rather dramatically. Her face had thinned, leaving her with noticeable cheek bones and a delicate chin under a full mouth. Her breasts, which had also lost mass, had turned out to be one of her favorite features; "nice handfuls" as her husband liked to describe them. She was always watching her weight, keeping an eye on the little bit of a tummy that she could never seem to lose and hoping that she could keep her ass in her 36 inch jeans. Hank liked to tell her that she would have looked right at home in a porch scene from a TV show called Hee Haw. Kelly had never seen the show but he described it as being a bunch of gorgeous looking hillbilly women laying around on a front porch with a bunch of ugly hillbilly men not paying any attention to them. After blossoming, she had pretty much squandered her good looks on a series of loser men - men who had taken her nowhere. It had erked her that she had not been able to find a man that wanted to really care for her. She'd ended up in Chicago, found a job as a secretary at a small computer company and settled into a monotonous routine of living from payday to payday. The company created some new technological wonder in the computer field and went public, making the president of the company, her boss, a very rich man. And he was a good looking guy. Only problem was he was happily married, had kids, etc. She worked there another two years. Then, his wife got sick..very sick. A cancer that spread very quickly. She had died five months later. Her boss asked her to dinner four months after his wife's death. Dinner led to more dinners and then to a mutual desire to take it further. He was great in bed and apparently he thought the same of her. His courtship lasted four months and she found herself being asked to marry him. Ms. Kelly Hayes became Mrs. Henry Farento and she suddenly found herself in a world of summer homes and winter homes and matching Mercedes Benzs..... Everything was perfect with the exception of a frosty relationship with his two teenage children; they were not over the death of their mother and saw her as an outsider, someone trying to replace their dead mother. Kelly felt like she was caught between two worlds; at 27, she was only seven years older than her husband's son and her husband was seventeen years older than she was. Henry projected her as someone that his kids had to respect and Kelly would have been just as happy to be treated like and older sister. The high twitched squeal of her seventeen year old stepdaughter, Joanna, came through the open kitchen window, followed by a large splash. Kelly looked out through the window down to the lakeshore. Her husband stood on the boat dock looking down at a spreading series of circles in the water. Then she saw Joanna's head appear from beneath the water, hands smoothing her wet hair away from her face. "That's not fair, Dad. I wasn't ready," his daughter complained and laughed at the same time. "There are no rules in King of the Dock!" her husband, Henry, or Hank as he liked to be called, proclaimed as he raised his arms above his 6' 1" frame. Poor Joanna at 5' 7" and 95 pounds, a very slender girl, really didn't stand a chance in their game but they had been playing it for years apparently. Her husband dove into the lake as Joanna pulled herself up out of the water, stood on the dock, and began rearranging her bikini bottom. 'I keep telling her to wear a one-piece but she won't listen,' Kelly thought as she watched Joanna pull her bikini bottom back into place around her derriere. 'That's because you're the evil stepmother.' Joanna had inherited her dead mother's good looks and, at 17, had already been modeling for 2 years. Most of her work had been for magazines like Teen Beat and Seventeen and some small catalogues but she had signed with new modeling company and after they got back from their vacation, Joanna was going to be going to New York. Joanna had a intense, distinctive face. She had classic bone structure with a high forehead and beautiful cheekbones that funnelled down into a narrow chin and a small mouth with thin lips. Her nose looked a little squashed, sort of pug, but again that look made her stand out. Her piercing hazel eyes seemed to sparkle right out of her pictures. Joanna's legs were long and gorgeous and seemed to have developed faster than the rest of her coltish body. She had a super small waist and a torso that always showed a trace of her ribcage. Her breasts were small, high-riding swells. Her Lady Godiva-like naturally straight brown hair was down to the small of her back. She had highlighted it with some lighter tones and it contrasted with her tanned skin. She either pulled her hair straight back and braided it in a long row down her back or she parted her hair to the left and swooped it over her head, letting some of the hair lie in front of her right shoulder, partially covering the right side of her face. As Kelly turned back to finish slicing a carrot into her salad, her new stepson, Jim, came bounding down the back staircase into the kitchen. He immediately stuck his head into the refrigerator in search of more sustenance; the boy ate like a horse. Jim was a wrestler at Notre Dame and was constantly working out to get stronger and at the same time trying to keep exactly 185 lbs on his 5' 10" muscular frame. He was the spitting image of his father; dark, naturally curly hair, big-boned, sort of cocky. "There's meatloaf down in the bottom container," Kelly said, trying to be helpful. He grabbed the covered meatloaf but didn't offer any thanks for the suggestion, just grabbed a loaf of bread with the other hand and brought both to the kitchen island counter where she was standing. 'You're welcome, you little shit!' Kelly thought. Flustered, she dropped her fork on the floor as he was closing the bread bag. She bent beside him to pick it up and saw it had left a glob of dressing on the floor. "Jim, hand me a....' she began as she looked up at her stepson. She saw Jim sweep his eyes up to the window but she was sure he must have been looking down a second before....down the front of her partially opened blouse! He must have had a clear view of the upper swells of her breasts and the pink bra she was wearing, "....napkin. I've got some dressing on the floor." "Sure, here you go." Jim handed one down without looking and went on preparing his sandwiches. She wiped up the spill and moved off toward the livingroom with her salad after getting a new fork. As Jim prepared his sandwiches, Kelly sat down on the livingroom couch and used the remote to turn on the TV in the entertainment console. She sat back and flicked through the channels in search of a noon time news program. The local channel's news was uninteresting; something about a referendum coming up and local school matters. She flicked to CNN and put the remote down and began to eat her salad. CNN was showing a news conference of some sort and the caption at the bottom of the screen said 'Helsinki, Finland - LIVE' and Kelly half- listened as she ate her salad. An announcer's voice came in and it caught Kelly's attention. ". . .you are listening to a live press conference taking place at this moment in Helsinki. The speaker is Arkady Malatov, renowned Russian astronomer, who has defected this morning from his homeland. His startling claim has certainly shocked everyone at the conference and I am sure, everyone that is listening over our network." Kelly was paying attention now as the feed from the conference came back on. Reporters were shouting questions at Malatov, a dumpy, ill- dressed academician. One reporter won out and his question was recognized. "MR. MALATOV, how long has your government known about this?" Malatov leaned into his microphone and answered in broken English. "The object...ah, is known for five months." Again there was a flurry of question shouted. "Do you think this object is a asteroid? Has it been seen in the past here on Earth?" "No, not a asteroid...would have been seen by everyone if asteroid...asteroid, maybe...I can not say...perhaps. The orbits of these, ah, bodies may be thousands of years." Malatov threw up his hands "Why did the Commonwealth of Independent States not disclose this information sooner?" "My government...it, for reasons....withholded the information. I have... ah, reason to believe that the information was withholded so my country could construct, ah, underground shelters." The conference exploded into more shouted questions. Kelly realized she had come into the conference after some announcement and they were talking about a asteroid and shelters. Her stomach began to hurt. * * * * * * * * * * 'Dad sure did all right for himself,' Jim admitted as he mashed the top piece of bread on his sandwich. There was something about Kelly that really turned him on. She wasn't a knockout, per se. Her face was pretty, not stunning. Her mouth had a prominate upper lip and it always seemed to be hanging open like she had to breath through it all the time. Her blonde shoulder-length usually tucked behind her ears. Her tits, once totally exposed, were probably incredibly seductive; the quick look he'd gotten a minute ago had just engrained the word SUCCULENT on his mind. She had a nice pair of legs; not fashion model thin like his sister's but they seemed to jiggle all over with a little babyfat. And there was the way she carried herself, some of that Southern belle attitude. He didn't want to not like her.... but he did. He just wished he could be sure that she wasn't a golddigger...and that his father hadn't been sleeping with her before his mother died. He'd never spoken to his Dad about it, obviously, but the speed which he'd gotten re-married had left him and his sister wondering. He tried to dispel the image of his stepmother's cleavage and turned his mind to females he actually had a chance with. The quick view down Kelly's blouse only reminded him how much he wanted to get back to civilization and all those feminine distactions. 'Only a week to go and then it's back to Chicago. Still plenty of time left in the summer to chase some skirt,' Jim silently hoped. While he enjoyed all the outdoor activities that the all-surrounding Adirondack Mountains offered, the nightlife was nil. It was over a hundred and fifty miles as the crow flies to Lake Placid. Their lakefront home was accessible by a dirt logging road and there was maybe ten other homes on the long lake. Getting away from it all was an understatement. "Jim!" Kelly called from the livingroom. "Yeah?" "Go get your father for me." "He's swimming." "I know he's swimming. Tell him I need to see him right away. Go!" Sighing in exasperation, he put down the sandwich he'd been getting ready to bite into and went out the front door to get Dad for his bossy stepmother. * * * * * * * * * * Kelly focused back in on the TV as she heard Jim go out the front door to get Hank. "DR. MALATOV! Dr. Malatov, do you have any hard evidence to support your claims?" "Evidence which I have with me...ah, is top secret. Impossible for me to bring total data, reports. I have given to Dr. Osterman...a disk with calculations. Certainly, location of asteroid.....others can verify. Calculated through computers in my country leave...no doubt." "WHEN WILL, when will the impact occur? Where will it strike?" "It was sighted too long, ah, to late to have hopes of stopping. It will hit in August the 9th! Where? .impossible to make this observation." Just then, Hank came in with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Hank! Come here! Listen to this, it's..it's crazy. This guy is talking about a asteroid that's going to hit the Earth!" "What?! " her husband said as he came over to stand by her. Both watched as the next question was shouted. "DR. MALATOV! DOCTOR! What should people be doing to try to prepare?" another reporter shouted over the others. The cameras tightened in on the flabbergasted astronomer. His flustered state suddenly turned into anger. "YOU ARE NOT LISTENING! The asteroid..it...the mass..and the velocity...these are too great! Shelter nowhere! Any built by my country will not do any good..the effects of the, ah, meeting, no...collision will be long-term, years and years..." The conference room was as silent as a tomb. "There is reason to believe.... to fear...that the world will not withstand......impact will.... will..." Malatov struggled. "Ah, to cause...end of civilization as now is." The press conference dissolved into bedlam, reporters yelling out questions, flashbulbs going off as Dr. Malatov was wisked from the room by security personnel and reporters rushed the table. Joanna and Jim came barreling through the door, laughing and carrying on. They quieted down when they saw their father holding their teary-eyed stepmother on the couch. * * * * * * * * * * "It's got to be a mistake," Joanna said, getting up from dinner table where she hadn't done more than pick at her food, "It's a lie." Supper time had been very quiet as each person tried to grapple with the fact that their own death might be hurtling down from the sky. Hank, the analytical thinker, had watched all the news reports and he had tried to put on a good face but he didn't want any of the family to bury their heads in the sand about the asteroid. He knew enough to about politics to be skeptical about the spin coming from out of Washington; they had nothing to gain by collaborating any of the facts. Widespread panic would probably destroy a good part of the country if hope was taken away. Even he was holding out hope because the thing could go either way. Take for instance, Malatov. He believed that Malatov believed the asteroid was going to hit the Earth. Astronomers and astrophysicists around the world painted Malatov as a respected member of the scientific community. All who knew him believed that he would not have defected over something he wasn't absolutely sure of. They pointed out he had left behind his family to bring his message to the rest of the world. The old Russian government denied having kept the information a secret; they claimed the asteroid had only recently been discovered and there was no mass shelter building underway to try to save a portion of their population. They even brought forth medical records that showed Malatov was having emotional problems. Other scientists that worked at Malatov's facility could not be found by Western journalists working in the CIS; it was speculated that they were being hidden. This only undermined the Soviet's position. "Come on, Joanna," Hank said, getting up and hugging her, "Baby, everything's going to be all right. I know you're scared....we all are. But we're not sure this thing is even going to hit the Earth. It might all be some big mistake. So don't give up hope. We haven't got all the facts." "Let's go see if they're saying anything different," Jim said, getting up from the table and heading toward the livingroom. "You guys go ahead," Kelly said with a weak smile, "I'll clean up and be in in a few minutes. "All right, thanks, honey." Hank kissed her and went with his daughter into the livingroom where Jim had CNN on. It seemed to be the best source for information. Somehow they had got the only cameras at the initial Malatov press conference. Kelly put the dishes in the dishwasher and soaked the roasting pan in some hot water and went into the living room. Hank was sitting on the couch with his arm around his daughter and Kelly schrunched against him on the other side. "Who's that?" she asked. On the screen a man, squinting in the sun, was being interviewed outside of an observatory. "He's works at an observatory in Australia," Hank said. "Apparently they spotted the asteroid also....listen." "....this information be useful?" the interviewer ended. "Yes, certainly it will..uh, we have a full ten days of observations of the body which certainly can be used to better determine its path....we had been able to determine that there was a possiblity of a close approach by the object. Malatov and his people had been plotting it for far longer but at least, our data may be of some assistance in verifying what Malatov is claiming." "When do you think they will have a definitive answer on the asteroid's true path?" the reporter asked. " "Well, uh, I would have thought they would have had an answer before now...again, we don't know what information Malatov has given to the Americans and the European governments...we sent our data to Unsel and his team at Cambridge almost six hours ago. Since they're using the Crays and the object is so close in astronomical terms, I would think they have the answer." "Do you think that the fact that we have not been notified has any meaning?" "I hope it doesn't mean bad news obviously...it may be that they are double and triple checking the calculations, I don't know." "Thank you, Dr. Halvorsen....this has been Harold Leonhard reporting from Falmouth, Australia...we return you now to the CNN News Center in Atlanta." "He's got a point," Hank said. "If they're using the Crays, they probably do know already.....hell, they can probably tell you where it'll hit." "So you think it's going to hit?" Jim asked. "If they knew it wasn't going to hit, they sure wouldn't be keeping it a secret," Henry said gloomily. "Dad, would they even tell us if it was going to hit?" Jim said. It was a good point. Hank had been mulling that over most of the day. If it was true, if it was going to hit, the news would devastate everything that currently was, rip the fabric of society to shreds. Things would get real ugly. But not giving people the time to prepare would be equally as bad. Withholding the information, letting people continue going to work, wasting their time on immaterial items when they could be with their families, the religious not being given the chance to really get right with whatever God they prayed to... Which was worse? * * * * * * * * * * "All circuits are busy. Please try your call later." Kelly hung the phone up, hugged her knees to her chest and leaned back against the headboard of her bed. It had been impossible to get an outside phone line since the news had broke the previous afternoon. The press conference had gone out all over the country, all over the world. The phone system was just not able to take the huge volume of calls as families tried to reach each other. Kelly had been trying to reach her older brother, Lester. He lived down in New York City and eventhough he was a shiftless, amoral asshole, she was terribly worried about him. The President had spoken to the nation earlier, almost 24 hours after the Malatov press conference. He had urged citizens to remain calm and then had lay out what they had learned. It was believed that the object was an asteroid that had been pushed out of its orbit beyond Mars. That was how they explained it not being discovered until it was so close. Yes, there was a chance that the Earth and the object were on a collision course. But he stressed that it was not a certainty; the object was too close in to get a definite trajectory and he emphasized that it the information Malatov had brought could have been made intentionally misleading, they in fact, could be lies that were meant to disrupt the world's "natural order." A nation-wide curfew had been ordered, the national guard and select army units were hitting the streets to enforce the sundown curfew and to protect property. Kelly had seen early scenes of sporadic rioting taking place downstate as panic and meanness consumed a portion of the populous. The President had ended his speech asking for prayers and soul searching, to form a united front against the unknown. "Honey?" Kelly looked up at her husband who had come out of their master bath. "I think we ought to forget about trying to reach anyone by phone...at least for tonight. Getting through would be like winning the lottery." "I know," Kelly conceded, "I'm just worried about Lester. I wish I knew he was okay." "Honey, we talked about that," Hank said as he turned off the light in the bathroom and walked naked to the bedroom window. "He's probably on his way up here. People are going nuts down there....Lester's no dummy, he'll get out of the city." He opened the window several inches to get some cool night air circulating in the room and then lay down on the bed beside her. "It's safe up here and people know we're here...Anne was in Detroit last I heard. I bet she's already on her way. They'll probably both head here. This is probably the safest place we could be." Anne was Hank's sister and probably Kelly's best friend in the family. They had really hit it off, unlike picture company and she was constantly travelling. At 35, she was still unmarried her relationship with the kids. Anne was a location scout for a motion which surprised Kelly. But her career seemed to come first. "I hope you're right," she whispered as she molded her body to his. She tried to draw strength from his muscular frame and it helped. He hugged her and moved his hands soothingly up and down her back. Then slowly his left hand slid down over her tush and onto her bare leg. After a few strokes, it rode up her leg and under her nightshirt, pulling the material up as his hand moved onto her hip. Kelly kissed his hairy chest to show that she too needed to make love. Their sex life was everything she had ever wanted, both in quantity and quality. Hank's boundless enthusiasm was understandable; his first wife's attitude toward sex was very conservative and rather than look for variety outside the marriage, Hank had been faithful and contented himself with watching his family grow. Kelly had to smile, thinking about the first time she and Hank had gone to bed. After the usual first exploration of each other's bodies, she had gone down on him and he'd literally flipped; it had been his first blowjob in almost 20 years. Hank's beefy hand reached further up under her nightshirt and cupped her right breast. Kelly cooed as he rubbed his palm on her awakening nipple, his hand moving her soft mammary back and forth. Her nightshirt had hooked in the crock of his elbow, leaving her hips bare. She pressed her lap against his as she moved a leg over his. She could feel his growing manhood pressing against her tummy. She dropped her head back and looked into her husband's eyes briefly before moving her mouth to kiss his, conveying that she felt the same way. They each tilted their head in opposite directions, naturally fitting their mouths together, her tongue pressing into his mouth as his fingers pulled on her thimble-thick nipple. * * * * * * * * * * 'God, I love this girl,' Hank thought as he released her hard nipple and slid his left hand down her torso, down between her parted legs. His fingers ran into her muff, pressed through it into the folds of her silky womanhood. Kelly gave a little squeak into his mouth and broke their heavy kiss. "Mmmm, baby, that feels good.....I want you to make love to me," she whispered as her hands moved down and encircled his half-stiff organ. She gripped it like a baseball bat handle and began tugging on it, her slender hands finding plenty of purchase on his long length, bringing him to full arousal almost immediately. "God," he gasp as he moved over her, between her long soft legs, "Put it in, Kelly." He felt her move the end of his erection into her soft snatch, too high to be the entrance to herself. He watched her pretty face twitch as she used his manhood against the sensitive button of her clit, drawing his blood-engorged crown back and forth, getting herself wet enough to take him. He pushed into her hands and the bottom of his cock squashed against her clit and then slid upward. "Ooooh, Hank, mmmmmmm," she trilled as she positioned him again and again over her joybutton and he prodded it lewdly. Finally, she looked at him, her mouth hanging open in excitement and she moved him down to the mark. "Here, Hank, aahhh, right here!" He filled her with his long hardness and both sucked in their breaths at the delicious feeling of being one. Hank didn't wait for Kelly to remove her nightshirt; he began pumping deeply into his young wife's remarkably tight womanhood as her hands gripped his lower back. All thoughts of the asteroid left both of them as they made love. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----