To my surprise, when I asked for input on which of my two Sci-Fi serials to release first, those of you who voted didn't vote for the gender-change story, but rather for the superhero one. That works for me, though, it's probably the one I'm having the most fun with.
If you read Rent-A-Daughter, you might suspect that I've been a comic fan for most of my life. Of course, if I got the chance to write one I'd screw it up by including a happy incestous teen couple or a hero who happens to be a non-violent pedophile, and I'd be blackballed, but luckily that's not a concern here. If I had any art skill at all, I might be drawing erotic comics instead of writing erotic literature, but I don't. So this is a prose version of what I'd produce if I was creating a superhero series.
Relatively Powered (mf, inc, cons, superhero)
"The First Issue" (no additional story codes)
When superheroes start their journey, they face a number of issues. Do we have what it takes? How are we going to protect our identities so our loved ones don't get hurt? Will we look silly in a tight costume? Those are only a few. But for the majority of us, who are Powered, that is itself often the very first issue. Before you can decide to be heroes, you have to know what you can do, and how your powers are going to affect your life and your career, and that starts the day you learn you have them.
My sister Tabitha and I learned about our powers together, and although we'll never be able to tell our origin story publicly, it was a dramatic one. There's nothing unusual about that, of course... a lot of superheroes, and villains, have traumatic first manifestations. I don't think anybody's got one quite like ours, though...
The moment we first had an inkling we were among the Powered, my sister and I were naked, our genitals joined, and we were plummeting towards a construction site far below. I was still saying “What the fuck,” the phrase I’d started when I suddenly felt the cool air of Crash City on my ass and the bright light of a spring day, before the stomach lurch as gravity took hold and we started to tumble end over end.
Tabby, she just screamed and held on to me tighter, her legs wrapped around me for support, incidentally causing my cock to sink deeper into her pussy. I embraced her as well, but despite my continued rock-hardness, there was no passion in it any more, it was just that instinct to hold on tight to someone you love when you know you're going to die.
Below us, I could see yellow-hatted construction workers looking up in shock, probably not even aware we were coupled, conscious of nothing more than that something was about to fall on them and go splat. The splat was certainly foremost on my mind.
Luckily, it never came. I felt myself flinch, and somehow when I did, instead of falling straight down, we were swooping in a low arc that just barely missed the ground. I could feel rippling waves on my lower body, and although nothing was visible, it felt like regular bursts of force was coming off of me, brushing up against the outer layers of flesh as it poured out of me. It felt a little, in fact, like my legs had turned into rocket engines but there was no flame or exhaust, just pure propulsion as I held onto my sister and carried her past the startled construction workers.
For the next half a minute or so, I flew low enough to nearly touch the ground, swerving past pedestrians and occasionally into traffic, while my sister clung tight around my neck and screamed. My dick had somehow slipped out of her and dangled towards the street, and I think that was responsible for us not sliding into the ground while I both came to grips with the fact that I was in control of our movement, and got the hang of how to control my direction. Instinct comes into play a lot in powers, and there are two very strong instincts… to keep alive, which first saved us, and to protect your junk, which stopped me from ever hitting the ground.
Finally, though, it hit me that if I really was doing the flying, I could probably fly up if I wanted to, and it would be safer there. My sister screamed louder when she realized we were going even higher instead of stopping, and I knew I’d have to land soon… if nothing else, so she wouldn’t deafen me.
I spotted the rooftop of an apartment building that seemed like a good place, and executed the surprisingly tricky maneuver of tilting myself into a standing position so I could land on my feet. “It’s okay,” I whispered to Tabitha. “We’re down.”
She let go of me and looked around, her voice shaky. “What the hell just happened? Am I dreaming?”
The nerve of her. Thinking she was the one who was dreaming. If anyone was dreaming, it was me. “No. I think… I think I’m Powered.”
She shook her head and looked out at the edge of the building. “How the hell did that happen?”
***
I didn't have a good answer for that. Less than an hour earlier, super powers were the last thing on my mind... but then, there was something else that was all I could think about. After pacing downstairs for twenty minutes trying to work up the nerve, I poked my head into my sister’s room with a deliberate casualness. Her own casualness looked genuine... she was lying on her belly, on her bed, one foot raised in the air, head apparently in a book until she raised it at my entrance. “Hey,” she said, her black ponytail falling off her shoulder as she turned to see me. She wore a pink t-shirt and tight white shorts that showed off lots of her long legs and hugged the shape of her ass.
“Hey. What are you up to?”
“Homework,” she said simply, then returned to her book.
“Already?” I entered the room, making myself at home and sitting on the bed right beside her, looking over her fine body. A high metabolism and lithe build ran in our family, and except for Dad, we all exercise or play sports regularly. With me, it's mostly weights... I'm no muscle-head, and in fact I'd have liked a little more bulk, but I think I look okay. My sister on the other hand, looked fantastic, trim and tight, with just a little muscle that you wouldn't notice unless she flexed. “We just got home, like, an hour ago!”
“The sooner I get started, the sooner I get it done. Not everybody’s a procrastinator like you.”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with procrastination. It focuses the mind. And especially when there’s more fun things to be doing.”
“Like what?” she said, but I think she knew. I live down in the basement, so it's not like I happened to be walking by and popped my head in.
Time to make my approach. My hand landed on her calf and then slid carefully up her leg. “Well, Dad’s at work, Mom’s out with Sally at her soccer practice, so there’s lots of fun stuff we could be doing.” My hand was at where her thigh met her shorts now, between the legs, and one finger stroked the fabric right between her legs.
She sighed theatrically, but when she turned over she was smiling, which flooded me with relief. Obviously, this wasn't the first time I touched her in a non-brotherly way, but this was still new to both of us, and so when I made a move I still half-expected she'd call me a freak and say we should never have done anything and that we never will again. Instead, she said with amused tolerance, “God, you are such a horndog.”
“Excuse me,” I said, putting on a mock-offended tone. “I am not a horndog. I am just reacting the way anybody would if they had a complete and total hottie for a sister.” So far I’d found flattery very effective in getting Tabby to fool around, but it was honest flattery. “I mean, you walk around the house with those perfect breasts and that tight little ass, I’d have to be dead not to be aroused now and then. That’s on you.”
She pulled her shirt up to her neck, and then lifted the sports bra she had underneath. “These breasts?” she asked innocently, looking down at them. “I still don’t see what’s so special about them.”
I reached out casually to hold one in my hand. “Are you kidding? They’re the perfect size, for one thing.” I’d seen bigger breasts, but I wasn’t lying, these ones were perfect. A little bit more than a handful, not so big that they sagged, but enough that you could get a satisfying squeeze out of them. “The shape is phenomenal.” They were perky and round with a little bit of an upturn. “And the nipples…” They had a well-defined pink areola and slightly darker pencil-eraser nipples, at least when they erect, like they were now. I flicked one of them with my finger. “My god, I don’t know how anybody could look at them without to squeeze them, or wanting to suck on them.” I did squeeze the one in my hand, and shifted a little closer so I could lean in for a kiss the nipple on her other breast. Paying homage to her body was another good trick. I grabbed her hand and gently placed it on my bulging crotch. “See how hard you’re making me? Come on, take pity on your big brother,” I said.
She rolled her eyes, but her grin remained. “Okay, fine.” She said it like she was doing me a favor, but I knew she wanted it too, sometimes I just had to get her warmed up. “Go get a condom.”
I stood so I could get into my wallet, while my sister began to undress. She pulled her top off first, then undid the sportsbra, and was working on her shorts when I realized there was no condom in the usual place. Shit. I checked the other compartments, even where the money was, but it was a hopeless quest. I’d forgotten to replace it after the last time we’d fucked. I’d meant to, and I guess I meant to so hard that I thought I already did. I could feel my hopes starting to become slim.
I turned back to her as she was pulling her bikini-bottoms off her legs, and she could tell something was wrong. “What?”
I wasn't going to be able to hide it for long, so I sheepishly admitted, “I don’t have a condom.”
She frowned, then suggested, “You could take one from Mom’s jar.”
“Yeah, right... we both know she knows exactly how many are there at all times.” Mom’s condom jar was a trap. She claimed to be progressive and wanting us to be prepared, but the one time some went missing, there was an inquisition until Sally, my littlest sister finally came home and revealed that she’d used two to make water balloons. “You want me to try and explain why I needed one?”
“Yeah, I guess not…” she said, and bit her lip a little while we stared at each other. She was naked, one leg up, the other flat, letting me see her pussy, a little tight crack with just a bit of pink in the middle. She had pubic hair, but it was well-trimmed, looking like a large dark feather poised artfully just above the slit. The sight of her pussy wasn’t making me any less horny. Finally, she said, "We could dry hump, I guess?"
Weeks ago, I'd have jumped at the chance, but it wasn't good enough anymore. Instead, I suggested. “You said you were on the pill, right? So, what’s the big deal if we go without, just once?”
“Alex, I’m your sister, I mean, we probably shouldn’t be doing this at all, but… without a condom?” We both knew how incest was wrong, but we’d manage to convince ourselves that what we were doing was just ‘fooling around’, and it wasn’t so bad as long as we’d used a condom… even for oral sex, at the start. It was mostly Tabby’s idea, that. I wanted to go farther, go without, and I'd worn her down a little... she sometimes gave me oral without a condom, she just wouldn't finish the job.
As for real sex, my progress was slower, but I was making some, so I hoped I could make some today. “It’ll be just like last week when you let me put the tip in, we’d just go a little longer. I’d pull out before I cum, you know.” I only got a few strokes in her that time before she panicked, had me pull out and put a rubber on. Sometimes I could get her to suck me off a little without a condom, so long as I pulled off and didn’t cum anywhere near her. That was her big taboo, me cumming inside or on her, as though, if we started allowing that, it was no longer innocent. Accidents happened, never inside her but sometimes I got some on her, but she never deliberately allowed it and always complained when I did. “Tabby, you know I would. When you blow me, have I forgotten, even once? I promise.”
She looked at me speculatively. “You sure you didn’t forget the condom on purpose? Just to try to talk me into this?”
“I wouldn’t do that,” I said. "Please? You already said we could do it, don’t leave me hanging…”
“I don’t know,” she said, but I realized that wasn’t a no. She was thinking about it.
“Come on, Tabby,” I repeated softly, walking back to the bed and hopping onto it. “You’ve already made me so hot…” Her legs spread as I crawled across the bed, letting me creep between her legs. I began to plant soft kisses on her upper thighs, approaching the pussy. I’d never eaten her out before, at least not fully… I’d gotten a few licks in from time to time, but something about the act always bothered me and I broke off after no more than a minute or two, and more often I skipped it entirely in favor of fingering. It wasn’t the look or smell or anything like that… I loved her pussy. I guess part of it was that our relationship certainly wasn’t exclusive… it couldn’t be. We didn’t talk about anything we've done with others, but I did know she wasn’t a virgin the first time we had sex, and I didn’t like the thought of my tongue wiggling around where other guys might have been. Also, getting close enough to look always made me want to do more anyway, and fucking, even with a condom on, seemed so much more fun than licking pussy.
When I did use my mouth on her down there, it was usually to push her into doing something, and this time I was prepared to go all out if it meant me finally getting to fuck her raw. I kissed her several times on her mound, and then finally went for the slit itself. My mouth descended to her hole, and my tongue slipped out between my lips. She was starting to get wet already, and it did taste pretty good, a little sweet and tangy. “Please?”
When I looked up at her, she was biting her bottom lip again in the cutest way, but finally she made a decision. “Okay, you must really want it if you’re going to do THAT… so, just this once. But next time, bring a condom... and you’d BETTER pull out.”
“I will,” I said, and stood up rapidly. When you’ve got the answer you want, get down to business quickly before they can change their mind. I pulled off my shirt, tossed it aside, then unbuttoned then unzipped my pants, and dropped them, along with my underwear. My dick swung happily from side to side with my movement.
“I don’t know how you always manage to talk me into doing stuff…”
I crawled on the bed towards her, until I was face to face with her, supporting my weight on my hands, feeling a cocky little smirk form on my face despite myself. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t like it too…”
I reached down with one hand and positioned my cock while I held myself up with my other arm. Tabby helped, spreading her legs, and I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her hole, getting everything nice and slick with my precum. Finally, I couldn’t bear teasing anymore, and pushed forward, prying that velvety hole open until I was inside her, to the balls.
My first stroke was slow, both to gather steam but also because I was savoring the sensation of condom-free sex. My sister’s cunt gripping my penis, all the way to the base of my shaft, with no rubber barrier between us, felt incredible. “Oh, god,” I said, breathing into her ear. “This is so fucking amazing.”
My hips began to pump back and forth, usually going all the way into her on the instroke and then pulling out about halfway on the out, and as I did, the strength in my arms began to fade a little and the distance between our two bodies closed. Soon, I was on top of her, feeling her tits on my chest and we were practically cheek to cheek, except I was facing down and she up. One of my hands worked its way to her right breast and squeezed… her other breast was inaccessible, pinned between our bodies. “Mmm,” I heard her say. “Oh yeah… harder.”
I did my best, but she didn’t depend on me to fulfill that request. While our upper bodies pressed together, our crotches were both moving energetically. I wasn’t just ploughing into her, Tabby was rising up to meet me, her ass sometimes losing contact with the bed. Eventually that stopped for a second, but I soon realized it was because she was shifting her legs, raising them, and finally, wrapping them around me. Her ankles met just above my ass and locked tight, pushing me further into her, as though I needed the encouragement. “God, I love you,” I whispered. It just slipped out, and only after did I wonder if maybe it sounded weird from your brother.
I guess she didn’t notice though, she just said, “More,” and let loose a little moan as I sank into her right to the balls once more.
It was the best I’d ever had, and I could feel my climax approaching, a little early for me, but I really had been pretty horny... it was why I came upstairs in the first place. I knew I had a minute or two left in me and wanted to give me all it was worth, but Tabby did something I didn’t expect. Our cheeks brushed together, and suddenly her mouth was on my ear, biting it lightly, playfully, and yet it packed such an erotic punch that I knew I had seconds, not minutes. “Tabby,” I said when her teeth let go, pulling my head back to look her face-to-face. “I’m going to…”
“Keep going,” she said breathlessly. Her eyes were closed almost to slits. She didn’t untangle her legs from around my back. I probably could have escaped, if I really wanted to, but I might have hurt her. I could feel that anticipatory stiffness crawling up my already rigid shaft, and only had seconds to try and disentangle if I was going to, but with what she just said and one of her heels digging into my back like she was saying “Stay there,” I made a decision to listen to what her body was telling me now and ignore my earlier promise. It was a decision that would change our lives forever.
I came into her with a force I’d only felt once before. Normally, I’m a bit of a dribbler, rather than a shooter, but this time, the first spasm spilled out like normal, followed by another which felt like it had much more energy coming out. I couldn’t see it, but the only other time I’d felt like that, my cum did an impressive arc in the air.
After I shot off my full load, I noticed something else… I felt great, energized even. There was no slow fall into a sleepiness, I was awake, alert, and more importantly, still erect. All over my body my muscles tightened, like they’d flexed and only partially let go. My cock was no exception, and while it didn’t get bigger, felt firmer than ever before. I felt like I could go again… I felt like I could go for hours, in fact.
Since Tabby didn’t let me go, I figured I’d make it worth her while and resumed my thrusting. I’d already cum inside her, the damage was done, so I might as well make her cum too. My hands returned to her body playfully squeezing.
“Ow,” she said suddenly, and I slowed.
“What?”
Her words were coming out in ragged gasps. “Nothing… keep going, just… not so rough, okay? Don’t squeeze so…” She grunted in what looked like pleasure, and then finished, “hard.” Her eyes closed and her head lolled back.
I made sure my tough was light, and focused on thrusting and how great I felt. It was like that very tail end of the orgasm had never ended, that point where the pleasure’s not overwhelming, but you feel more alive. I pulled upright and looked down where our loins were merged, and saw some of my cum staining my dick, a little frothy-looking from all the action. Later, I knew Tabby would be pissed, but right now she didn’t notice. I didn’t even know for sure if she knew I’d squirted, maybe she was so lost in her own pleasure that she didn’t realize.
I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t, and that meant keeping her on her toes, figuratively. A switch-up was in order, and I rolled us around so that instead of her being on her back, she was on top of me, but lying on my chest instead of sitting upright. I guess I was so focused on keeping her distracted that I was distracted myself, and I didn’t notice that I shouldn’t have been able to pull off that turn, not that smoothly, not without pinning her legs briefly between my body and the bed, and I should have felt the sheets beneath me. I’d later realize we were floating a couple inches above the bed, but just then, I didn’t notice.
Her moans had become more regular, and a lot louder... she was practically yelling, as I continued to pound into her from below with a lot of force despite having no leverage to push back on, and suddenly I felt her fingers dig into my skin, nails pressing firmly. It didn’t hurt, not even a little bit, but I was aware of it, and the feel of her pussy going into overdrive, and the faint brush of her lips against my chest. I was less conscious of being surrounded by a circle of violet light, that was just at the periphery of my vision, but it turned out to be the most dramatic indicator of what was happening.
Seconds later, we were almost a hundred feet in the air, and falling.
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