Jim woke upside down, his head caught between Aisha’s thighs, “…… Get off!” Jim pushed at one of his big sister’s legs but she refused to let go. In fact she clamped down even harder and purred in her sleep, “AISHA!”

"Five more minutes Jim.......... pleeeeeeeeease?" She hugged his legs closer to her chest not bothering to open her eyes.

"But Aisha, I'm stuck!" She wasn't listening, "Aisha......... Come on, don't you want to get up and get some breakfast?"

In response she glomped his feet, Jim felt her hot raspy tongue circle across his soles. The sandpapery muscle tickled him and he couldn't help but giggle, "A- aisha, I'm not the breakfast!" He did his best not to burst out laughing, it was tough though, Aisha knew where he was ticklish and it wasn't in a Ctarl Ctarl's nature to show mercy.

Slowly Aisha's eyes opened. She yawned giving Jim the opportunity he needed to free he's feet from their warm wet prison. Aisha finished yawning and smacked her lips a little. Her tongue slipped across their surface than disappeared back inside her mouth. She continued smacking her lips as if she'd just sampled a fine wine and was trying to savor its flavor, “Mmmmmm, Jimlicious.”

“Cute.” Jim replied sarcastically.

Aisha sat up releasing him from his headlock, “Well you’re better than bacon and eggs that’s for sure. I’m feeling a little peckish this morning, but not ravenous, how about I just eat your feet?”

“Hmmmmm,” Jim pretended to actually consider Aisha’s proposal scratching at his chin, “….. no.”

Aisha sighed a ‘well what can you do?’ sigh and snatched grabbed her little Terran brother by the waist, “I wasn’t that hungry but, waste not want not. I’ll just have to eat all of you.” She pulled up the night shirt Jim had been sleeping in and started salivating.

“Aisha no!” He wasn’t scared, he knew what was going to come next, he just didn’t want to be covered in Ctarl Ctarl drool.

Aisha started slobbering all over his bare stomach, lapping at it like it was ice cream. Jim burst out laughing and started kicking reflexively but Aisha wasn’t deterred. She finished off by blowing a noisy raspberry into his belly button, “Phhhhhhhtttt.” Jim bucked as he felt Aisha vibrating tongue plunge into the depths of his belly button, “Q- quit it!” Eventually Aisha tongue disappeared back into her mouth. She wiped a bit of saliva off the side of her face, “Jim, if I didn’t love you so much I’d have to eat ya.”

“Whatever.” Jim knew he was Terran and she was Ctarl Ctarl. He knew before Aisha had met him countless Terrans Jim’s age had made their way down his big sister’s throat. But that didn’t scare him at all. They were two different species but they had bonded aboard the Outlaw Star. And since the recently declared war had cut them off from their friends they were more like family than ever. Sure his species, even his age group, was Aisha’s favorite food. But that didn’t matter to him at all. They were close; she’d even talked about having her parents officially adopt him. Species was no longer an issue. She was his big sister, he was her little bro and that was that.

Jim got right side up and jumped on Aisha taking her by surprise and pushing her back to the bed, “Thanks for the little tongue bath.” Jim smirked, “Now I’m going to smell like your morning breath.”

Aisha sniffed in a stuck up fashion, “So? You say that like it’s a bad thing? Personally I think it’s a good thing. It overpowers the smell of your Terran diapers.”

Jim blushed, he hated being compared to a kid, but he quickly recovered, “You know you’re right. Who wouldn’t want to smell like cats breath? You should bottle it and sell it as a cologne; ‘Bad Breath D’Aisha’. You’d make millions.” Aisha bopped him on the head, “Har har….. Hmmmmm, if I ever did put out cologne I’d make it so that Terrans smelled like tuna,” Aisha licked her lips, “Or better yet, I could put out sunscreen that’s flavored like teriyaki sauce. Think of all those hunky Terrans at the beach basting themselves for me without even realizing it, cooking in the sun.” Aisha sat up suddenly excited, “Hey, do you think something like that would actually sell?!”

Jim shook his head, “No chance in hell.”

“……. Figures.” Jim snuggled up to Aisha and closed his eyes.

“I thought you wanted to get out of bed.”

“I only said that to get you off of me…….. Thanks for letting me sleep with you every night Aisha.”

The catgirl snorted, “You don’t need to thank me for that. I didn’t even consider making you sleep in that filthy cage.” She played with his hair as he pressed up against her, “Still…. Thanks.”

“No problem Jimmy.”

Half an hour later they were up and out of bed, “Three more days and we’ll be at Blue Heaven.” Aisha explained.

Jim nodded, that’s where Aisha would began her talks with Terran officials. Trying to decide which side would have the upper hand, who support, and which side should be enslaved and eaten. Jim sighed; things sure had changed since Sentinel 3 had been destroyed. They’d been separated from the others and Jim had been forced into slavery…….. Although that turned out to be more fun than work considering who his ‘master’ was. Jim was actually pretty used to being given orders from the rambunctious catgirl so things weren’t all that different from when they were on the Outlaw Star. Aisha promised to try and get the slavery status removed eventually and incorporate him into the crew but that could take a while. She also offered to let him join up with the rest of the OS crew if they ever bumped into them. Jim had mixed feelings. Sure he missed Gene, and the others to a lesser extent, he also missed not being treated like property or food….. But Aisha was the closest thing he had to family, even closer than Gene. Also he was slowly making friends. Paige…… and just recently Trisha.

Jim was pulled out of his thoughts as he walked down the corridor with the ‘commander’, “So what’s on the game plan for today? Crew keeping you busy? Or do you need me to find something for you to do. I could use a good foot rub while giving orders from the bridge, or maybe I’ll just have you fan me and feed me ham cubes and grapes for a few hours.” Aisha smiled at her little brother wickedly.

“Can’t, I promised I’d help Paige do some maintenance repairs at the rear of the ship.” Jim smiled slightly thinking about his fellow child prodigy.

“Hey, what’s that smirk for?...... Does my little Jimmy have a crush?! Oh that’s so cute!” Aisha cooed.

“Knock it off, I do not!” Jim protested bitterly, even more so than he usually did when Aisha compared him to a child.

This only confirmed Aisha’s suspicions, her smile widened, “Jimmy has a girlfriend! Jimmy has a girlfriend!”

“I do not you big furball!”

“I’m not a furball, I’m the commander!” Aisha huffed, Jim gave her a playful push and Aisha’s eyes widened in false shock, “How dare you?! For your insubordination I’m going to sentence you to ten lashings!...... But since I forgot my whip back at HQ I’ll reduce the sentence to 10 seconds of solid noogying.” Aisha soon had Jim in a headlock, she lightly messed up his hair with her knuckles, “Now that that’s over with I think you’ve got some work to do……. Run along to your girlfriend!” Jim stuck out his tongue and ran down the hall. Normally he was more serious and defensive but only having Aisha around and not having to worry about Gene running up a debt to Fred Lou Jim felt himself loosening up and becoming more playful. He made his way off to go meet Paige.

Aisha had business of her own to attend to. The pirates were tough eating but even they were running low. It was time to restock. A lower ranking officer had given her a full report outside her quarters a few minutes ago. As luck would have it some refugee ships had been stopped within Ctarl Ctarl space just a few hours prior. Sure they were right on the border but they had crossed the line and they failed to have the proper authorization. Without passports in Ctarl Ctarl space you were as good as lunch. The fleeing ships were filled with the elderly, women, and children. Probably about 80% children. This was good because they tended to be more tender and smaller more fitting rations/meals. She just hoped it wouldn’t be to disturbing for Jim. Seeing her eat someone who, if he and she had never met, could have been him. Aisha hurried off to accept the shipment of refugees into the ships Terran storage rooms. She’d inspect them, have them cleaned up and fed, and out of the way until they were needed. Hopefully they’d last a few weeks.