Alien in the Family

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    “You’re so street, Jeff, and you don’t get it? Let me show you how we roll downtown.” I stepped back from him a bit and went into some hip-hop moves I could do in my dress. Tim and Reader joined me on either side. A-Cs might have it over us in speed, but we could out hip their hop without any problem.
    Christopher and Gower joined us and stood next to Martini. “This is half of Alpha Team, you realize that?” Christopher asked.
    “Yeah, and we’re gonna teach the three of you how to dance like this, too.”
    Christopher and Gower shook their heads. Martini grinned. “Move on over, Tim.” He moved next to me and started doing the same hip-hop moves we were.
    “You really can dance to anything, Jeff.” I found this ability a major turn-on.
    He grinned. “Anything I can do to keep you happy.”
    Song ended, we got a round of applause. Now it was time for the parents to come on and dance with us. Dad and I danced to “Thank Heaven for Little Girls” by good old Maurice Chevalier, Martini and his mother danced to “The Perfect Fan” by the Backstreet Boys, then I danced with Alfred while Martini danced with my mother to “What a Wonderful World” by Louis Armstrong. Then the parents danced with their spouses, and I was back with Martini, dancing to Sting’s “Fields of Gold.”
    The rest of the guests started to join in, wedding party first, then the couples split up and started dancing with their real mates. Reader and Gower pulled Queen Renata in to dance with them.
    Pierre moved the song into Sting’s “When We Dance.” Martini pulled me closer, and I leaned my head on his chest. “You really don’t regret marrying an alien?”
    I nuzzled closer. “Nope. Have a hard time sleeping without a double-heartbeat right next to me.”
    The music ended and Reader had the mike again. “We have a little thing we’d like to do for the bride . . . and to remind the groom to never get complacent.” He was grinning, and I got a little nervous.
    They put chairs for us at the end of the dance floor farthest from the deejay. Then the karaoke machine was fired up. Reader jerked his head, and he wasn’t alone up there any more—Christopher, Chuckie, Gower, Brian, all my flyboys, Tim, and Tito were there with him.
    “Hit it,” Reader said, and the song started—Elton John’s “Kiss the Bride.” I started the laughing that so easily turns into hysterics.
    Reader had a great voice, and he could really move, too. I found myself wondering why he hadn’t gone for a musical career. The rest of the guys were joining in, all on the chorus, some on more of the song. Hearing all of them sing out, “I wanna kiss the bride” was pretty funny and darned flattering and also kind of embarrassing. I risked a look at Martini. He appeared to be vacillating between shock and amusement, but he didn’t look upset. The rest of the guests were enjoying it, if the cheers were any indication.
    During the musical solo portion of the music, Reader pulled me out of my chair and handed me off to Christopher. Got a peck on the lips, passed to Gower, same thing. Next to Tim, then to Brian, Jerry, Joe, Randy, Walker, Hughes, and Tito, who handed me off to Chuckie. Got the requisite peck on the lips and a wink. Then I was spun back to Reader for the last part of the song. He twirled me up next to him, arm tight around my waist. Dipped me at the end of the song and gave me the final peck on the lips.
    Thunderous applause as he brought me up. I hugged him around his neck. “James, that was awesome. Everyone was great, but you were fabulous.”
    He grinned. “Glad you liked it. Think Jeff’s gonna kill me?”
    “Nah,” Martini said from behind me. “You all got your last kisses from her.” He looked over at Pierre. “MC Peterman, you have a tango in there anywhere?”
    “Of course, darling, I have everything.”
    The beat started up, and Martini moved me into the alien tango. Since the first time he’d danced with me like this I’d loved it. The dance was wild, sexy, and enthralling. And, as always, by the time the dance was over and my chest was pressed against his, my body curved back, with one of his arms on my upper back and the other pressing my pelvis against his, I was ready to go over the edge.
    “Now I get to kiss the bride,” he said, his voice dropped down to a purr. He pulled me up and covered my mouth with his. Everyone was still there, I could sort of hear them, heard the music change to