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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.
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.
So, there we stood, atop an apartment building, naked. I was no longer completely erect, but not completely flaccid, either. I dangled, but with some extra blood in the member giving it length, and I had the feeling I could go rock hard again at any moment. Later, I’d learn I was right, when I was Powered, I had much more instinctive control over my muscles, including the ones that control blood flow to my dick. For now, though, everything was still a mystery.
My sister shook her head in wonderment. “How could we become Powered? Even if we were Spore Babies, their powers are supposed to blossom in moments of stress, right? It’s not even like it’s the first time we’ve done it!” Her hand went to her pussy, and then raised again so she could look at it... then she spun around on me, frowning. “But it’s the first time we didn’t use a condom. And you didn’t pull out! That’s what it is, you didn’t pull out and I got freaked and now we have powers!”
“I didn’t pull out? I tried! You wouldn’t let me!” I pointed out. Then I realized something. “What do you mean ‘we’, anyway? I was the one who can fly.”
She shivered, hugging herself and looking back over the ledge. “You recognize where we are, right?”
I looked out over the skyline, familiar as ever. In the distance I could see Hughes Tower, the second most distinctive landmark. The first, the amber dome that marked the sealed-off site of the 1947 crash that gave the city its now semi-official name, was hidden behind skyscrapers, but I knew exactly where it would be. “Yeah. Crash City.” Where we used to live.
“Not just that. This is our old neighborhood.”
“And where we appeared… it was our old building, before it got knocked down in that fight. We must have appeared about nine floors up, right about where my room was.”
“And?” But I knew what she was going to say before she did.
“I was so loud, and I was thinking about how we’d never get away with this in my old room, and then… we were there. I think I’m Powered too. I’m a teleport.”
“So, get us back home then!”
“I don’t exactly know how to do it on purpose! And what if I, like, miss, and we wind up in a wall or something?”
She had a point, I guess, it was something to worry about. “We’re miles away from home and we have no clothes,” I reminded her.
We were interrupted by the creaking sound of a door, followed by a deep voice saying, “Holy, shit. Leroy, take a look at this.”
Three black guys came around the corner of a little shack that must have been a stairwell to the rest of the apartment building. They looked like they were my age or a little older, dressed like gangbangers, but maybe they were just wannabes, it was hard to tell. They gawked at my sister, who was trying to cover herself with her hands, and using my body as something of a shield. “Shit, that’s a fine piece of ass,” one said while I seethed, and then he looked at me. “Come looking for a little freaky time with your girl, I respect that... but this is our place, and you’re here without permission, trespassing. To make it right... you’re going to have to share your girl with my crew.”
“Eww, no,” Tabitha cried indignantly.
“Wasn’t asking.” He pulled out a knife and we both tensed up. I was more worried about the gun I noticed sticking out of the pants of the large, quiet one behind them. “Don’t worry, honey, it’s true what they say about black men, we’ll make you wonder what you ever saw in white boy over here.”
We both stared at the knife, but then I remembered… I was Powered now. I didn’t know what those powers were, but I wasn’t going to stand around and let my sister get gangbanged. I stepped further front of Tabby protectively. “Stay away from her.”
The guy with the knife grinned. “Be smart, kid. What’s this bitch worth to you? Sit back and watch and you can take her home and clean her out. Piss me off and you get to be the one with a gaping slit.”
I rose a few inches in the air, trying to look as intimidating as possible when I was naked and mostly bluffing. “I don’t think you want to fuck with either one of us.”
“Shit, it’s a Spork,” he said.
Since I seemed to have spooked him, I got a little more confidence, and smirked at him. "You're really not very bright, are you? I mean, if I thought I was dealing with a Spore Kid, the last thing I'd want to do is call him a 'Spork'." I never did get why it was derogatory, it was just short for 'Spore Kid' and they were cool with that term, but if I was one of them now, I suppose I had to take offense. "I may have to teach you a lesson in manners."
They say you never see the one that gets you, and this time, that was true. I had my eyes on the guy in the back with the gun in his pants, I didn’t notice that the third guy, the one who first called out to Leroy, had pulled one from somewhere. Before I noticed it, he shot me, and I heard my sister calling out, “No!” as I doubled over and dropped to the ground.
“Finish him off quick,” Leroy said. “Then we’ll teach this whore a lesson about spreading the spore.”
The two with guns crowded around me. I’d just been shot, and I was a little stunned… but not hurt, at least not much. It felt like somebody had slapped me, hard. Stung like a bitch, but the pain faded quickly. Doubling over was mostly instinct, and now that it didn't hurt much anymore... I rose to my feet feeling triumphant. “Fuck yeah, I’m fucking bulletproof!”
With one fist, I knocked one of the men to the side. He went flying far farther than I expected, into the edge of the roof, probably hurting his back. His gun landed on the ground, no longer a worry. The other thug fired, and I felt that slap again, this time across my face.
"You asshole... did you just try to shoot me in the head?" I reached out and my hand closed over the barrel of the gun… I was going to take his weapon away, but I realized that I’d crunched the metal like it was an aluminum can. The gun was useless. Shit, this was turning into my lucky day. Invulnerability, flight, and super-strength. The raw materials of what they sometimes called the Superman package, after an old pulp hero before the ’47 crashes and the spores of ’63 made super powers real.
The frightened scream of my sister made me turn around. Leroy had her, one arm around her waist, hand resting on her breast. The other held his knife to her throat.
He must have moved for her as soon as I’d gotten up from the first gunshot, and I was too distracted with the guys with guns to protect my sister. That put fear into me like nothing else. I might be invulnerable, but I had no idea if she was. “Just calm down, boss,” he said, and licked his lips a little nervously. “You care about your fuckbuddy here, you’re going to calm the fuck down.”
“I’m calm,” I said, feeling anything but. “But if you harm one hair on her head, you’re dead, you understand me?” To demonstrate, I threw his buddy, the one whose gun was now a conversation piece, across the roof. He sailed through the air and finally landed on his stomach with a groan.
“Yeah, I got you. But you don’t got super-speed or I’d be dead already.” I didn’t know if I did, but if I tried, I risked spooking him... the knife was far too close to Tabby's throat. “So here’s how it’s going to work. You’re going to fly off, I don’t care what way, and I take your girlfriend inside with me as insurance. Everything stays cool, she comes back on the roof in five minutes. Anything goes wrong, she dies bloody and my buddies swear you did it. No way this bitch is legal, and it’s your DNA inside her, not mine, along with the spores, every cop in the city will be after you, not us.”
For someone with intelligence I was unlikely to overestimate, it was a plausible plan, but I needed a way out of it, because I couldn’t trust him not to hurt Tabby if I let them alone. Then, I realized I didn’t have to. As he was speaking, my sister’s face lost its earlier frightened look and then her eyes drifted down, as though trying to see the knife at her neck. She couldn’t, but she didn’t have to… from my position, I did see, and what I saw was a violet swirl of light starting to surround the blade.
“What’s it going to be? You Spore Babies may live forever, but I don’t.” The knife suddenly disappeared, and Leroy’s hand closed on empty air. “SHIT,” he yelled when he realized he didn’t have a weapon any more, and I lunged forward, but my sister acted before I could. She stomped hard on his foot, and then elbowed him in the stomach, sending him stumbling backwards as she stepped away. He yelled out in pain or fear or rage, or maybe all three.
I took a quick look around to make sure the others weren’t a threat... I didn't want to make the same mistake twice by getting distracted and missing a danger. Luckily, this time, there was no problem. One of the two was still down, while the guy who’s gun I'd crushed was rushing to the stairwell. I heard the slam of a door and decided he now held the title of the smartest of the bunch. That left Leroy. I grabbed him by his shirt and lifted him over the edge of the building. “Now… Leroy, is it? You ever wonder if you have super powers? Because you might. I didn’t know I did until today. You think if I drop you from this height, you’d miraculously survive? Let’s see.”
I loosened my grip, but caught him by more of his shirt as he screamed. “Please man, the bitch broke my fucking foot.”
Tears were coming out of his face now. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
He looked and sounded pathetic... good. Not quite good enough, though. “Not yet, but you will be.” I stretched out my arm as far as it would go. Now, if I dropped him, he'd have no hope of grabbing the ledge.
Suddenly I realized he was being enveloped in violet swirls, what was now becoming the telltale signature of my sister’s teleportation abilities. In a few seconds, he vanished. “What the hell?” I said.
“I don’t know, you were scaring me,” she said. She turned around and stared at the guy who shot me, still passed out near one edge of the building. The violet swirls started again.
“Me? What about him?”
“Well, yeah, but I'm not scared of him anymore... and I don’t want him dead. I just want him away…” As she said ‘away’, the last man disappeared, leaving us alone on the roof once more.
“Do you even know where you’re sending them?” I asked.
“Yeah. A hallway about two floors down, I think. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain, I just know it's there.”
“Cool, probably some kind of spatial awareness of where you're 'porting." Some teleports had that. Others had to see where they were going or rely purely on memory, and risked deadly consequences if the reality didn't match. "Does that mean you can bring us home?”
“I think so. Come here and we’ll give it a try.” She beckoned me with one hand.
I held up one finger, then picked up the gun with the smooshed barrel and, after a little bit of searching, one of the bullets that bounced off me, before joining my sister. “Souvenirs,” I explained while she shook her head indulgently. “What? It’s our first outing as superheroes…”
She clasped my hand in hers, and the violet swirls surrounded us again. Sure enough, we were back in her room. A little sensation of dizziness accompanied it, but no feeling of movement. We were just there one second, and somewhere else the next.
Once we were safe at home, no longer in danger of falling to our deaths, being attacked by thugs, or even being seen out in the buff, I could allow it to sink in. “Oh my God,” I said. “That was so fucking incredible!” I hopped in the air, and grinned as I remained floating. “Can you imagine what we can do with this?”
“Well, I never have to worry about being late for anything again,” Tabitha said dryly.
I lowered myself to the ground and held the gun. “Look at this! I did that! I could probably crush the whole thing into a ball.”
I grabbed the grip and the top and was about to demonstrate, but thankfully Tabby stopped me. “Don’t do that!” she said. “There’s still bullets in there. With gunpowder! You know, the stuff that explodes under pressure? That could go off like a grenade.”
“Oh, right.” I paused, and said, “I wonder what else we can do. Did you really break his foot? Do you think you have super strength too?”
She flexed her first. “I don’t know. I feel stronger. I feel better than I ever have. But I don’t exactly want to destroy anything and test it.”
“Lift your dresser?” I suggested.
We cleared everything off the top so it wouldn’t fall over, and Tabby gave it a try. With a heave, she was able to lift it to about her knees, then dropped it down. “I definitely have super strength. I don’t think it’s as much as you, though. You threw those guys like they were nothing, and bending metal with your fingers, that’s… a lot. Maybe we should ask Mom to take us to the gym as guests on her membership so we can try the big weights, test our full potential.”
I frowned. “Uh, look, we probably shouldn’t tell Mom about this. Or anybody else, really.”
She tilted her head at me. “Why not? She’s even more of a fan of the Powered than you are.”
It was true, Mom was a devoted fan. Whenever a high powered fight hit the news, she watched, riveted. Mom had autographs of most of the Headliners and a bunch of the more independent heroes. She practically taught me to read with the trading card series. Tabby never quite took to fandom the same way as I did, but it's one of the big things Mom and I have in common, we can both quote hero facts at each other for hours. But it’s one thing to be a fan from afar… “Yeah, and she knows exactly what trouble they can get into. She worries enough with all the troubles with Dad. Besides, we’d have to come up with a story for how we discovered our powers, and if any of our debut we makes the news, she’s smart enough to put two and two together. Most importantly, there’s no way she’d let us do it.”
She shrugged uncomfortably. “Have sex? Well, duh.”
“No. Be superheroes.” She stared at me. “Come on, I know you were thinking it. Imagine it, the adventure, the glory. We could fix all the problems Dad’s had, and never have to hide again. And, just think, wouldn’t it be incredible? Catching the bad guys. Fighting crime. Saving lives.”
“Holding people over the edge of high buildings…”
I winced, chagrined a little. “I wasn’t really going to drop him, you know,” I insisted. “I just wanted to scare him, like he scared us. I mean, if he actually hurt you, all bets are off, but I’m not a monster.”
She looked at me for a second with a little half-smile on her face, and then without warning, darted forward to give me a kiss. Just a little peck on the cheek, but it was something we never really did and warmed the cockles of my heart. “I know,” she whispered. “Look, you’re right, we can’t tell her. As for the rest… let me think about it, okay?” I nodded, resisting the urge to touch my face where a ghost of her touch still lingered.
A soft voice called up towards us. “We're home…”
“Shit,” I whispered. “Mom.” I grabbed my underwear and hurriedly began to dress. Tabby took my lead and did the same.
I had my jeans on and could hear Mom, or maybe my littlest sister Sally ascending the stairs. “Hey,” my sister said softly. “No need to rush.” She waved her finger with a smile and, seconds later, I was in my room in the basement, shirt in my hand.
We didn’t get to talk more than a few minutes alone the rest of the night, and I kept myself busy with homework and trying to see if I had any new powers. I didn’t find any, but the fact that I had any at all prevented it from being a disappointment. I flew around my room an awful lot, just because I could. It felt like I was living through a dream, one of those ones where you had the best day of your life, and best of all, it was all real. It was as though I finally discovered my destiny...
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The next morning, I woke up to find it had all disappeared. I couldn’t fly, my strength was gone, and I was smart enough not to even try my invulnerability. Imagine my disappointment. I knew it wasn't actually a dream, I still had my souvenirs, but it might as well have been. It's depressing enough being a normal kid when you've never actually tasted what it's like to be Powered.
I took a shower in the lower floor bathroom and when I got out, Tabitha was in the kitchen eating cereal. She’d also recently showered. I looked around uncertainly. “Anyone else up?”
“Mom and Dad are locked in their room, probably… you know.” She made a face. Our parents were very active with each other sexually, even after all these years. They did it pretty much every morning. I supposed it was a good thing, they still loved each other, but it could get embarrassing, and we didn't like thinking about it. It could be worse, I guess. They soundproofed their room. I’m not joking, it’s literally got soundproofing. Mom’s a moaner, and when I was younger and made an innocent comment about it she got completely red-faced, and from that point on, the master bedroom had soundproofing done. We could still tell when they’re really going at it from the way the bed thumps, but we don’t mention that. “And you know Sally sleeps till the last possible minute.” My youngest sister wakes up, throws some clothes on, shovels food in her mouth, brushes her teeth, and is out the door in a ten minute span.
So it’s actually rather common for Tabby and I to be alone in the morning, but I wanted to be sure before I broached the subject on my mind. “Do you know if you still have… you know?”
“No, they're gone,” she said. “I was worried it was just me. So much for being Powered.” She actually seemed a little disappointed. “So what was yesterday all about then? How can we get powers one minute and then… not?”
“I don’t know." I thought about it. "There are some drugs that induce short-term powers. Maybe somebody spiked our school lunch or something, like that nutcase did with that Tylenol tampering in the 80s.” I poured some cereal into a bowl as I thought about everyone in our school developing super powers at roughly the same time. It seemed a little bit far-fetched, though... it would have made the news, and besides, that shit’s expensive, and why target a random school in a suburb of Cleveland? “Oh shit. Maybe it’s not the school, maybe it was just us. Maybe the people after Dad found us and…”
Tabitha saw the flaw before I did. “And, instead of kidnapping Dad, kidnapping us to blackmail Dad, or planting some kind of bomb to kill us all, they… gave us super powers for a day?”
I smiled weakly. “You’re right, that doesn’t make much sense. Okay, so let’s toss that out, go back to basics…” I filled my bowl with milk and drew on all the lore I could. Those long-ago trading card sessions with Mom suddenly started coming in handy. “The ways to get powers are traditionally Crash Contamination, Spores, Magic, Drugs, and Secondary Empowerment. Crash Contamination's probably out.”
"But we lived in Crash City for so many years..."
"Yeah, but there hasn't been a fresh Crasher case since before we were born, and only a handful since the spores came in the 60s."
“I hope we’re not Spore Kids. I don’t want to be fourteen forever.” I hadn't thought of the downsides. Of course I should have... everyone knows, if you were infected by the spore, you would be subject to all sorts of bullshit laws in most countries all over the world. I never understood why Spore Kids suffered all kinds of discrimination, while those who also were altered by the spores but were first infected with the alien repair mechanisms from the ’47 crash get a free pass. Sure, Spore Kids can pass it to their children, but as long as they decided not to breed or give blood, what's the big deal?
I think it's mostly because Crashers grow to adulthood before they stop aging, while of course Spore Kids don't. Since they're biologically frozen at the age they were when their spore bloomed, a lot of people assume they remain forever mentally immature, too. True or not, if we were Spore Kids, that stereotype, and the discrimination and the Spore Laws, would follow us the rest of our lives, especially Tabby. At sixteen, at least I could sometimes pass as an adult, but I could understand why my sister wanted to reach for another possibility, no matter how fanciful. “Do you think it could be Magic?”
I gave a hesitant shrug and grimace to convey how lowly I rated the possibility. “That’s mainly an Eastern Europe thing.”
“But listen, it makes sense, in the Edward Twilight books…”
“Oh, here we go.” I hated that stupid fad... a lame romance, trading on teen girl fantasies. My sister, both my sisters, actually, loved them and talked about them way too much. I couldn’t even sit through the first movie, it was just so bad.
“No, just listen, we got our powers after… you know, and in the books they say that at the most primal level, all magic is sex and all sex is magic.”
“All magic is sex. Really? So, what, you think Stalin fucked the Man of Steel golem when it was built to transfer his soul?”
That threw her for a moment. “Huh? I thought Stalin was the Head of Steel?”
I was almost disgusted at her lack of knowledge. “Jesus, Tabby, the head wasn’t cut off until the end of the Cold War. Before that there was a whole body. This is basic stuff.”
“It was all years before I was born, what do I care?”
“Well, maybe if you paid attention in history, you’d know not to trust a stupid popular novel series written by a Christian whackadoo. Besides, I thought they didn’t even have sex until like the fourth movie.” I was a little embarrassed to even know that much.
“Book. The fourth movie isn’t out yet.”
“Whatever. So, how was he casting all those spells, was he fucking somebody else on the side?”
“Sex doesn’t always mean intercourse, it means, like, passion, and sexual tension, and even true love. And when they do finally have sex on Bella’s wedding night, it’s to power a spell so powerful…”
“Forget it, I don’t care. It’s wrong anyway. I don’t care about what that stupid book says with its romantic sparkly magic, real magic doesn’t act like that. I mean, yes, some magic is powered by sex. That’s how Inspector Funk does his thing, tantric magic. But Stalin's magic was powered by human sacrifices, and there’s faeries and demons and demigods. It’s not all sex.” Though demons and faeries often granted powers through sex, and Stalin did hold orgies from time to time to power offensives during the Cold War, but I was in an argument, I didn’t want to concede anything out loud. “And even when it is sex, it’s more about breaking taboos, and…”
Tabby smiled at me smugly. “You mean like incest?”
“Okay, fine, maybe it’s a possibility. But magic is intentional and it’s difficult. If it was the sort of thing you could stumble upon accidentally, it would be everywhere, the government would be training their soldiers in it. And if incest was enough to do it, they’d know it.”
“At least if it was magic we could just do it again, but if not I guess there’s no point in trying…”
Suddenly, that it could be magic seemed to be a very good possibility, at least to my dick. “Not necessarily,” I said. “I mean, even if we’re Spore Kids, there are some who need to do something to charge up their abilities. I hear there’s even a girl in the Camp that can’t do anything unless she has sex with an animal first.”
My sister made a face. It was always such fun to shock her, especially if it was true. “Eww,” she said. “What a slut. How would she even discover that?”
I found it kind of hot, though I’d never admit it. I’d even searched the net for pictures of her for masturbation purposes, but no luck. “Well, it’s probably how her spore first bloomed. But maybe it’s the same with us…” A memory manifested. “Shit. I don’t think yesterday was the first time.”
“When you had powers, you know that feeling? Like you were stronger, and, I don’t know, almost electrified?” She nodded. “I’ve had that once before.”
She frowned a little. “With some other girl?”
“No, with you. Remember a couple months ago? We were watching that Core Four movie... the first time we...”
The memory came back full force. We were in the dimly lit living room, watching TV together. Mom and Dad had gone up to their room about an hour and a half before, and told my little sister she had to go to bed, but being a few years older, Tabby and I could stay up a little longer until we felt tired, and the most recent Core Four movie came on, detailing some of the early adventures of Charles Core and his team, from the time he, his wife, her brother, and, of course, Sergeant Dire worked on Crash cleanup, through the spore years that catapulted them into super stardom. We’d already seen it in the theatres, but it was pretty good, better than the ones that came out in the seventies, eighties, and nineties, so we watched it again. The effects were pretty good, almost matching the actual footage of the team in action, and the fight with the first waves of crazy spore victims was kickass.
Tabby was getting a little tired, and at one point she yawned and rested her head on my shoulder. I turned my attention towards her a second, and then noticed that I could almost see down her top. I’d seen her naked before, but it was all either accidental or pretend-accidental... aside from stolen gropes while play-wrestling, we hadn’t even had any kind of deliberate touching, so just that small inadvertent peek still got me hard. A minute later, she shifted so that she was lying on her side, with her head about to land right in my lap. “I’m sleepy, so I’m going to use you as a pillow,” she said… and then her head came to a rest and she felt my boner, already rigid. She pulled up suddenly. “Are you hard?” she asked in shocked amusement. “From watching this? One cape fight and you’ve got a stiffy? God, you’re as bad as Mom!” It was a running joke, with some basis in fact. Mom loved cape fights, but if there was one going on and Dad was home, she’d sometimes disappear upstairs with him and not come back for hours.
“I am not,” I said defensively. “It’s not from that…”
“Well, it certainly isn’t from Chromatic Chick,” she said, laying back down on me but resting her head on my leg, instead of my crotch. “She hasn’t been onscreen in like five minutes.” Chromatic Chick, the forever-hot wife of Charles Core, had certainly inspired a lot of erections over the years, but Tabby was right, this part of the movie was when the team’s Spore-enhanced powers were first appearing and she hadn’t yet learned to make them badass. There wasn’t much she did in the big fight except transform herself into a variety of solid colors, so the movie makers stretched the truth a little and used her as a damsel in distress, a prisoner of the Greyman, while the rest of the team tried to rescue her.
“No, it’s just…” I tried to think of an excuse, but then decided, fuck it, I’d just tell the truth. “I could see down your top earlier.”
“Really? You must be hard up if that’s all it took.” She pulled the neck of her top up and away from her body, giving me a view of her perfect tits by the light of the television, but only for a moment before she pulled it back tight to her body. “Oh, shit, I forgot, I took off my bra earlier because it was pinching me.” My dick jerked again to full hardness, not just at the sight of her nipples but I was sure she didn’t forget anything, she did that deliberately to tease me. Especially when she rolled over on her belly and then got on her arms and knees, supporting herself on her arms and giving me another look downblouse while she checked out my bulge. “Okay, you’re excused. So, go and take care of it so I can get my pillow back.”
If she was going to show me her tits, I wasn’t going to be too scared to show her my dick. So, I unzipped and whipped it out. “Fine,” I said, and started stroking.
“Eww,” she said, but she stared at my hand gently rising and falling. “Not here, go to the bathroom you freak.” She returned to a sitting position, and now tried to pretend she wasn’t looking, but I could see her stealing peeks.
“No,” I said. “I don’t want to miss any of the movie.” I then had an idea, a very naughty one that my cock couldn’t resist. “In fact, I wouldn’t have this erection if it wasn’t for you, so you should be the one to take care of it.” I put my hand on hers and pulled it to my dick. “I bet you give great head.” When it came out, I meant it just to gross her out.
She pulled her hand away, crossed her arms over her chest. “No way, I don’t do that, and even if I did... you’re my brother.”
“Well, how about just a handjob. And this is all your fault, for not wearing a bra. You’re just going to leave me to suffer?”
She sighed theatrically, but after what seemed like forever, to my surprise and delight, her hand reached for my lap, and then wrapped around my dick. She pumped it up and down while staring at the TV. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“You’re doing a great job,” I told her. On the TV, Charles Core detached his hand and one eye and sent them out to distract two of the first wave of deformed spore creatures, the classic trick of punching each of them and making them each think the other did it, to get them fighting each other instead of civilians. “Too bad I don’t have Charles Core’s powers,” I said. “Whenever I got a hard-on I could send it up for you to take care of.”
“Yeah, don’t count on it, pervert, this is a one-time thing.” We sat there in silence and she continued to stroke me while we were watching the movie. It was hard to pay attention to anything but what she was doing. Yet I felt a strange need to downplay it, act like it was no big deal. I guess I figured if I could manage that, I might get her to do it again. So I pretended I was just watching the movie. “This is so wrong,” she muttered eventually.
“It’s fine,” I said. Better than fine, it felt great. “Think of it like a massage. You know I’d give you a massage anytime you asked.” I leaned back and stretched one arm around her.
“Yeah, as long as I asked for it on my boobs.”
“No, not just on your boobs. Your ass, too, and I’d be especially happy to massage your pussy for you.” I worried I might have gone too far, so tried to play it off like a joke. “But seriously, even if you just wanted a back massage, I’d help you out, you’re my sister. And practically my best friend.”
She stopped the up and down motion at that, though she still gripped my dick. “What?”
“Well, ever since we had to go into hiding, anyway. I mean it sucks we had to move out to the middle of nowhere, but I do like that it’s brought us closer.”
“Me too,” she said after a short pause, and then began pumping her fist again, a little faster than before, less like it was a chore she was doing under protest. I wondered, had it been so easy? Just play the brotherly-affection card? I’d told the truth about what I said, but we usually had a bit of playfully antagonistic distance in our relationship. How much more could I get her to do?
The thought of talking my sister into giving me a blowjob instead of a handjob danced in my imagination. She’d said no the first time, as I expected she would, but if I sweet-talked her a little, who knows? I thought about it, trying to frame the words I needed… and ran out of time. The sensation I’d been enjoying suddenly turned critical, and raced up my cock. A dribble of cum ran out the head of my cock and then down her hand, and then after that, streams of cum started coming out like I was a Buckingham Fountain in back in Crash City, at least that’s what it felt like at the time. The amount was probably the same as my normal cum, but it leaped higher than ever before. It also felt better than ever before, or since, except earlier that day when I came inside Tabby.
My sister’s reaction was less than pleased. “Eww,” she said softly, jerking her hand away. “You got it all over me.” She was exaggerating, I got it on her hand and a bit on her arm, but most of it was on me... the way she was acting, you'd think it was some kind of dangerous chemical. She hopped off the couch, raced for the box of Kleenex my Mom kept on a cabinet and wiped herself clean. Only after she was done did she look at me, and it was an intense look, like she was having trouble believing what we'd just did, or trying to get me to tell her it was okay. It only lasted a few second, though. “I’m going to bed,” she said finally.
“You sure you don’t want me to return the favor?” I asked.
“Pervert,” she said, and threw the balled up Kleenex at me.
I thought I’d not only blew my load that night, but my chances of getting anything more. Luckily I was wrong, or we wouldn’t have gotten Powered. “I went to bed right after but I couldn’t sleep,” I explained to my sister at the breakfast table. “I just lay there for like, hours, trying.” And trying to think of ways to repeat our encounter. If that first encountered wasn’t so mind-blowing, I might not have been so eager to try again. “I think I got Powered up then, I just didn’t realize it.”
“Well, I didn’t feel anything.”
“No, but we didn’t teleport until after you came, and I got my powers after I did.” It was also the only time I could remember deliberately cumming on her... after that, she always resisted anything that would lead to that... she'd even jerk her hand away and make me finish myself if I told her I was about to cum and we weren't using a condom. I put together what we knew, a tentative hypothesis. “So maybe I get powers if you make me cum, and you get powers if I make you. Directly, I mean, not with condoms. If you’d let me return the favor that night, we could have known about our powers months ago.”
“If you weren’t so selfish about giving head we could have known about them a couple weeks back.”
“Me, selfish? You wouldn’t even blow me without a condom most of the time. And you never actually asked me for head, or to keep going when I started on my own. If you want, I’ll do it right now.” A flushing sound from upstairs reminded us we weren’t exactly alone in the house. “Well, not right now.”
She sat for a moment, thinking, then asked, “Do you think it’s just us? Or do we just get Powered by sex with anyone?”
“I don’t know.” I’d always held off asking the question. Tabby had never had a boyfriend that I knew about, and yet I knew she wasn’t a virgin, either. “I mean, you’ve, uhm, had sex before me, right?”
“Just one guy,” she said. “And we always used protection, and I never came anyway, so… no evidence either way.” She shrugged. “What about you?”
“Same,” I said. “I mean, we always used protection.” The truth was, my sexual history was far less than I’d let on. Some making out, a bit of dry-humping, I might have got something going with one of the girls at my old school, but then we had to move in a hurry, and so the first time I’d sealed the deal was with my sister. “I guess we really don’t know.”
“That’s if your theory is true,” she said. “Right now it’s just a hypothesis. We’re going to have to test it… are you okay with that?” I smiled in response. She smirked. “Yeah, somehow I thought you’d be. So… today after school?”
“What’s after school?” said my youngest sister Sally, walking into the room with a yawn. She’d probably just woken up a few minutes ago, and looked it. Her dark brown hair was a tangled mess, much of it overhanging only one side of her face, but she would probably go that way to school. When my sister didn’t answer, she repeated “Tabby? What’s after school?”
“Nothing,” Tabby snapped. “And don’t call me Tabby. You’re supposed to call me Kathryn, even at home.” She wasn’t really mad about that, I knew, it was just an effort to change the subject. My little sister often slipped up and called my sister by her old name. We all did.
It worked. “But Alex calls you Tabby all the time!”
“Yeah, well, I’ve given up all hope for him. I don’t want you imitating his habits.” I grinned sheepishly. I was worst of all. So far, Sally was the only name change I’d adjusted to, mostly because she always hated her birth name and was overjoyed at the chance to change it, and so bitched at me whenever I slipped up. At least no thought was required for our parents… Mom and Dad were still Mom and Dad.
“I don’t see what the big deal is. We just say it’s a family nickname.”
“Forget it, unless you want me to start calling you Lucy again.” Apparently looking for another subject-change, she added, “Put some clothes on, the Boyds will be here in ten minutes to take us to school.” I looked over instinctively at the suggestion… my little sister wore only a t-shirt and panties which peeked through the bottom, clinging tightly to her ass. She didn’t even have socks on. I forced my gaze quickly back to my breakfast for fear of Tabby thinking I was attracted to Sally, too. I was, a little; Sally was still mostly flat-chested but was already developing a bit of a figure… but I didn’t want either of them knowing it. Maybe I was a horndog... guys aren't supposed to be look at either of their sisters that way.
Tabby seemed oblivious to my look, and Sally didn't even see it happen. “I will in a second, I just wanted to ask, will you make me French Toast for breakfast?”
Tabby gave an exasperated sigh. “No, I’m not going to make you French Toast. It’s a weekday, and there’s no time. If you wanted French Toast you’d have to be up like half an hour ago.”
Sally pouted, and then brightened immediately. “Cinnamon toast, then?”
With a roll of her eyes, Tabby waved her away. “Fine. Go get dressed. I’ll put in the toast.”
My little sister went of running, yelling over her shoulder, “Not too dark, remember. And we’re out of cinnamon sugar, so you’ll have to mix some!”
Tabby got up from her breakfast and unscrewed the cap of the little container we used to hold a mix of cinnamon and sugar, then fetched the bottle of cinnamon from the pantry. She looked over at me as she poured out a little into a measuring cup, and caught my grin. “What?”
“You are so easy.”
She frowned. “You know, that’s very hurtful. And such a double-standard, too… if I'm easy, what are you?”
I put my hands up defensively. “I just mean…” I pointed to the cinnamon sugar. “You know she didn’t really want French toast, right?” Cinnamon toast was one of my little sister’s favorite foods, and I liked it now and then myself. The problem was, Sally was very lazy. She's the type of person where, if there were no clean plates, she’d rather eat over the sink than wash one, and if a meal required any preparation at all more complicated than putting cereal and milk in a bowl or butter on bread… “She just wanted you to do the work.” Although come to think of it, I’d used similar techniques early on when I wanted to do something sexual with her… I’d propose far more than I thought possible and then bargain her down.
“Oh, whatever,” she said, no longer seeming bothered. “I don’t mind. I like taking care of people.”
For the next couple minutes we had the kitchen to ourselves, but then all of a sudden it was as full as it ever got. Dad came in first, dressed in his work clothes, a blue dress shirt, dorky tie with cartoon characters on it, and dark slacks. He’s thin like all our family, but in his case comes off a little scrawny, in fact, he all-over kind of embodied a geek look, with a nose too big for his face and a $5 haircut. I guess he’s okay-looking in an insurance salesman kind of way. Actually, my dad usually looks more like a high school science teacher trying too hard to convince his students science can be fun. All he was missing was the white lab coat, and he puts that on in the lab, at least I’d assume. He worked for the government on top secret projects, which is why certain criminal forces wanted him and why we had to change states and go into witness protection. “Good morning,” he said cheerily.
“Morning, Dad,” Tabby said. I grunted a hello through a drink.
Sally came back in next, dressed in her school clothes, jeans and a t-shirt, hair still a mess. “Is my toast ready?” Tabby passed it over, and Sally bit into it without so much as a thank you.
My mom finally emerged, wearing a bathrobe. Her raven hair was wet, and she must have just emerged from a shower and had a relaxed glow. She had the luxury of a little more time, she didn’t usually leave for work until about a half hour until we were all gone. Luckily us kids inherited most of our looks from my mom, not Dad, because she was practically the definition of MILF. Plump tits and ass, but a skinny waist. I’m not saying I’d like to fuck her, but it wouldn’t take a whole lot of convincing. Okay, I guess I really am some kind of horndog.
My dad’s cell phone rang, and he answered it, with a simple, “Okay, come on up.” After closing it, he explained, “That’s Jim, he’s on his way up the steps. Alex, can you let him in?”
I was finished breakfast, so I did, went into the living room and opened the door to see my Dad’s driver/bodyguard/co-worker/friend Jim. He didn’t look like a scientist, he looked like a businessman. He was well-built but balding and even a little ugly, but was a pleasant enough guy. He even had a couple coffees in one of those cardboard trays. “Hey, George. Here to get your Dad. Your own ride will be here in,” he checked his watch. “Two minutes.”
“You know, you can call me Alex.”
“No, I can’t, and you shouldn’t either. You were supposed to abandon your old identities, names included. Even at home.”
“Come on, George Grant? No, I just told everybody I go by my middle name. Sure, on all the official forms, I’ll be George Grant, but I don't care, I’m still getting everybody to call me Alex. You might as well, too.”
He shook his head with a distracted grunt. He knew it was a losing battle with me. “You might disregard the rules, but I won’t. It’s protocol. If someone ever notices nobody ever calls you by your name, they might get suspicious.”
“Isn’t it more suspicious for us to have to get a ride to and from school every day instead of just taking the bus?” I asked, for probably the twentieth time. It was a sore point, though… it felt like we were the prisoners, instead of the people who threatened Dad and attacked us, who really should be.
“It’s just a precaution.”
“But we’re supposed to be dead,” I said. “I mean is anybody even looking for us?”
“As far as we know, you’re safe, but your parents want to be extra careful. I’m sure next year we can go down to agents following you from a discreet distance.”
I rolled my eyes. “Lovely.”
Dad came out, briefcase in hand, and reached for the extra coffee. Mom followed close behind. “Thank you, Jim,” Dad said, raising the coffee to his lips and taking a sip.
“No problem. Good morning, Mrs. Grant.” Grant wasn’t even our real last name, either, and though it was easier to pretend, it still felt weird to be called it.
“Morning, Jim. You keep him out of trouble.”
“I’ll do my best ma’am,” he said with a good-natured grin. He nodded at Tabitha when she entered the living room and sat on the couch beside me.
Mom closed the distance between her and Dad and they both leaned in for one last kiss. When they broke away, Mom said, “Have fun at the lab.”
“Not as much fun as I have here,” Dad said, and swatted Mom’s ass playfully, causing me to look to Tabby and both of us rolled our eyes. “Bye kids, love you,” he said, and then, when he realized his youngest was still in the kitchen, yelled out, “Bye Sally!” With that, he was gone. Mom watched from the door until they got in and drove away, like she always did. I guess she was worried the car would explode if she didn’t.
“Looks like the Boyds are here,” Mom said. “You guys had better get your things.”
The Boyds' arrival was scheduled, but even a family under government protection can’t run on a clock. Between Sally misplacing one of the books she needed for school and Tabby and I fighting a bit over the downstairs bathroom, and then Tabitha wanting to change her top because she realized she spilled some milk on it, by the time Mom gave us a goodbye kiss at the door, we were five minutes behind the plan and Roger Boyd was tapping his feet impatiently.
Roger Boyd was a tall guy just verging on overweight, with light ginger hair. Mark Boyd was shorter, older, with dark hair. Their cover was that they were our uncles, or that Mark was, anyway, which was why they drove us to school. We never were entirely sure if they really were a gay married couple or if it was just cover for them too, but they certainly weren’t really related to us. Like all the people assigned to watch us, they were pretty nice, but Roger was a little high-strung and was easy to get a rise out of. I always got the feeling he would snap one day and kill someone, and it would be because we wouldn’t follow the schedule.
My sister Sally seemed to take great pleasure in trying to provoke that meltdown herself. “So, I was thinking, if we’re late anyway, how about we just blow off school today and go to Cedar Point instead?”
“We’re not late, we’re just not on schedule… and no matter what, you need to go to school.”
“Oh, come on, one day! We’re not going to learn anything important. It’s a half-day anyway.”
“Don’t try to lie to me, your next half-day’s the last day of school.”
I couldn’t resist joining in. I didn’t want a homicide, but maybe we could provoke them into abandoning the chauffer ride and let us make our own way to school. I pointed at a busy donut place up the street. “Hey, can we stop off for a coffee before school? I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“No.” Roger said through gritted teeth. “We’re not stopping for a coffee. We’re behind enough as it is.”
“Please? I could also use a coffee,” Sally said. “The drive-thru’s right there, there’s only like six cars.”
“You’re twelve, you don’t even drink coffee!” Roger snapped. Mark just smirked.
“I could drink coffee,” Sally said seriously.
“No!” Roger said. “No coffee, no amusement parks, we’re taking you to school and that’s it.”
We were silent for the rest of the drive, then just before we got to school, Sally got a sly grin and asked, “Hey, Roger, I forgot, what’s our witness-protection last name supposed to be again? Green?”
He smacked the steering wheel in frustration. “GRANT! You’ve been the Grants for months! Do we have to go through another round of drills?”
Mark finally took pity on his partner. “Guys, you know Roger isn’t a morning person, take it easy on him. Here’s your stop.” That was directed at me and Tabby, the high school was looming ahead. “Have a good day at school.”
About seven hours later, we were back in that car, on the way home. Normally the ride home is more somber than the ride there. In fact, although I don’t think any of us would admit it, I think we all looked forward to school, as boring as it was, because it was easy to interact with others. At home, we never really have complete freedom, if we want to go somewhere we can’t just up and go, we have to get permission, and often a ride or an escort. We’re not actually prisoners, even though it feels like it sometimes, Sally has a lot of extra-curricular activities, and we’ve all been out with new friends in our new city, who have no idea about our situation, but compared to people who weren’t hiding from organized crime, it felt like our social life was seriously compromised. So, unlike back in Crash City, there wasn’t usually that excitement, that visceral sense of freedom, and all that’s left is the aftershocks of a day of boring classes that beat you down.
Today was different though, at least for me. It had already been a great day, and knowing about our upcoming experiment, it was due to become even better. Even if it turned out that our powers were a one-time fluke, I’d still be doing more with my sister than I’d thought possible a few months ago, and that alone was exciting. When you added in the possibility of becoming super-heroes, I was practically grinning the whole ride home. Tabby was similarly excited, even though we didn’t say much, we kept meeting each other’s eyes and she had a half-smile.
My little sister Sally, she had no idea of the byplay between us, but she was usually pretty cheerful after school anyway. Of all of us, she’d adapted to the situation the best and had already made tons of friends. The first order of business, though, would be to get her out of the way.
“Either of you want to play Rock Band with me on the Hypercube?” Sally asked when we got inside.
“Maybe a little later,” Tabby promised. “Right now I need Alex's help for an assignment.”
She looked dubious. “You need HIS help? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
“Hey!” Sure, my sister got way better grades than me, but experience counts for a lot too. “I’ve got two extra years of stuff she’s never learned.” And there were a few things I was naturally better at... history, for example, especially of the Superhero age. One of the few times Tabby's gotten in trouble academically was for falling asleep in history.
Sally dismissed the thought that I might have something to offer. “Pfft. Can you make me a sandwich, first?”
That request wasn't to me, but I answered anyway. “Make yourself one,” I suggested.
“Tabby makes it better.”
My sister rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She looked at me. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”
I went down into the basement to wait. I complain a lot about being forced to move out here, away from our old lives, but one of the few things I love is my room. The basement is just three rooms. There’s a laundry room, a small utility room that contains a fusebox and some storage space, and then the rest of the basement is just my room. It’s more than twice the size of my room in our old apartment building, and it might even be a little bigger than the master bedroom. I have a computer, TV, my own Hypercube gaming system, a nice stereo and, most importantly, privacy. The windows were all covered and I could hear anybody coming down the stairs with plenty of time to stop if I was going to be doing something like surfing porn or masturbating. It would also be a good room to smoke weed with friends in if I still did that or had friends I wanted to bring over, an even better room to have a girlfriend over for sex if that were ever an option, but since it wasn’t, I had let it turn into something of a pigsty.
I realized that I was bringing a girl here, sort of, so I did some quick straightening up, turned on a fan (it got a little stuffy down there sometimes) and sprayed some ‘Hurrah!’ deodorizing spray around just in time to hear Tabitha coming down the stairs. She knocked lightly on my door. “It’s unlocked.” She slipped inside, and locked the door behind her. “So, you ready to try this?”
“Yeah,” she said, walking further into the room. “I mean, I guess so. We have to know, right?” I nodded. “Should we have sex, or…”
“Maybe later. I thought we’d test to see if it works on oral first.”
She bit her lip adorably. “That would mean I’d have to let you shoot in my mouth.” Under the current theory, anyway. “You know I’ve never done that before, right?”
“It’s no big deal,” I said. “You’ve sucked me before, you just have to follow through to the end. And this is in the name of science.”
“Okay,” she said. “Whip it out.” I sat down on my bed and undid my pants, and let my cock out. It was up and ready to roll. If it had a mind of its own, it wouldn’t be able to believe its luck.
Tabitha sat down beside me, then bent over towards me, her lips just inches from my dick, so close I could hear her breath on it. “Here goes nothing,” she said, and her mouth closed over the head of my dick.
I fell back on my elbows and enjoyed the slippery, silky warmth as she went down on me, not all the way, but about halfway down. “God that feels good,” I said. She'd gotten better from the first awkward tries, with the condom, and her tongue slid excitingly on the underside of my shaft.
Her head bobbed up and down twice more, and then she pulled off and took a deep breath, as though she’d been holding it instead of breathing through her nose. “Warn me when you go off, kay?”
“Remember, to test the theory, I have to cum in your mouth.”
“I know,” she said a little peeved. “Still warn me. I don’t want to, like, be surprised and choke or something.”
“Okay, okay,” I said, putting my hand on her head. “Just get back to work.” She continued to suck me for a minute, and then pulled off again. “Don’t keep pulling off,” I advised her. “I might accidentally shoot when you’re taking a breather, the experiment would be wasted.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure you’ll be heartbroken that I sucked your cock for nothing.“ She shook her head. “How long is this going to take, anyway?” How long I lasted depended on how horny I was. Sometimes, I'm not proud to admit, I would have gone off by now, but not today.
“Longer than this,” I said. I held my dick in one hand with a few fingers, to keep it steady and the stimulation up. She wouldn’t go all the way down anyway. “If you want it to go faster, give me something to look at.”
She only thought about it for a moment, and then pulled her top off. Her bra this time was one of those ones with a little center clasp, and she undid it, letting those beautiful tits fall free. She let me look at them… actually it was more like a stare, before grinning and going back down.
Her breasts were right there, so while she was going down on me I extended one hand and cupped it, squeezing gently, feeling the nipple. She let me do it, of course, and that still astounded me. More, if this theory was true and we did get super powers, then it was possible we’d have an excuse to fuck all the time. Usually we did what we did and then felt a little weird about it for a while, a couple days would pass before we got over it, but I thought about us fucking every day as a matter of course, just to charge up our powers, getting over all shyness because this was something we needed, instead of just something I needed that she helped me with. That’s how I thought of it, anyway… although I knew she liked the compliments, and I knew she enjoyed herself during the act, I always expected she’d one day tell me that I should find a girlfriend and to stop coming to her. But I didn’t want to stop coming to her, and if this became permanent…
That thought tipped the scales, changing the game from stimulation to an oncoming ejaculation. I could feel the pressure beginning in my balls. “Okay, Tabby, here it comes. Don’t pull off.” My hand moved from her breast to the top of her head, to make sure she wouldn’t. I mean, if she really tried to get away I would have let her, but I didn’t want a moment of panic spoiling this.
I exploded, both into her mouth, and into pleasure. I knew, right in the moment, that our little experiment worked. The climax filled me and penetrated every part of my body and as I continued to shoot off into her mouth, I realized it wasn’t fading the way normal ones did. Once again, I was Powered.
I felt her trying to pull away, and this time I let her. As soon as her mouth left my cock, she turned to the side and coughed. “God,” she said. “I almost did choke.”
I realized nothing was left in her mouth. “You swallowed?”
“I didn’t really have much choice, it felt like I was drinking from a hose.” She made a face, coughed again, then seemed to compose herself and looked at me. “So?”
I grinned. “It worked.”
She grinned back, her eyes dancing. “Really?”
I nodded, stood up, and did that same type of concentration, almost like flexing a muscle, that I’d done the previous day to fly. Except this time, I didn’t rise in the air, there were no waves of force coming off my legs. I looked to my sister, puzzled, and she just stared at me. Stared while staying unnaturally still. No, I realized after a second, she was moving, just very, very slowly. Too slow. I turned to the fan, and the blades were whirring so slowly I could see them. There was only one explanation. I let go of the muscle-flex and said. “I have super speed.”
She stood up and said. “Super-speed, huh, so, let’s see what you can do.” She casually walked to my desk, quickly picked up a Hypercube game box off a desk, and threw it at me. “Think fast.”
It was halfway to my head before I sped things up again, and picked it up in the air. I put it back on the desk and was going to leave it at that, and then had a better idea. What could I do, and how fast could I do it? With a grin, I dropped to my knees in front of my sister, still crouched in mid throw. I undid the button and then pulled down the zipper. A bit of an odd thing happened. Normally when the button is undone and you pull down the zipper, the front flaps of the jeans spread open. This time they didn’t… it took a second before I realized, that that was happening in slow motion too. It was falling open, but at this rate, it would take several seconds. I helped it along, and not only pulled it apart, but pulled the pants down to her knees. Her panties were there, matching the bra, white in color, and I slipped my fingers under the waistband and dropped them too. There was her pussy, unsuspecting. I felt a little like a voyeur, and then looked up and saw the look of shock spreading on her face. She’d felt something already. I was fast, but couldn’t get away with my first thought… taking her pants and panties off and putting it back on before she even realized they were gone.
What I’d done was good enough, so I let my perceptions return to normal and watched as her mouth, already half-dropped open, completed its movement, and her hands went down belatedly to try and stop her pantsing. “You jerk,” she cried.
“Hey, you wanted a demonstration.”
She looked down at herself, and shrugged. “Well, it’s your turn to give me powers anyway.” She pulled her feet out of her pants, and bent down over the bed, sticking her ass up in the air. I could see her pussy poking up from behind.
“Let’s give it a try.” I knelt down on the floor, sticking my tongue in her pussy, nose pointed up towards her ass, which I grabbed, a cheek in each hand. I’d never licked her at all it in quite that way, the few times I'd done it, my nose was usually close to her clit, but surprisingly, it didn’t smell… or rather, it did, but not like anything bad, it like really concentrated sweat, but my sister, even her sweat didn’t smell bad, and with getting the taste of her wetness on my tongue made the sensation downright pleasant. And I enjoyed the feel of her trembling ass under my fingers while I licked.
My tongue ran up and down her slit, and then pushed the folds of her pussy apart and I licked from side to side. “Oh, fuck,” she said softly after I’d been doing it for a while. “You’re using super-speed, aren’t you?”
I hadn’t realized until she said it, but I was. My tongue was moving faster than usual, especially from side to side, with no muscle strain, and when I realized it, I moved it even faster, provoking a squeal from her. Yet, this time, I wasn’t experiencing a perceptual slowdown. Maybe that kicked in only when I was going too fast to control myself, or maybe that part was just voluntary. My tongue roamed all over her, cunt, provoking panting, grunts, and most encouraging of all, she was pushing back into me, like she wanted more.
The thought of that made me hard, or rather, made my penis jerk and I realized that I’d never completely gone down after I came last. That had happened last time, too. Could I fuck her again? What if I came again, would I get even more powers? I couldn’t seem to fly this time, maybe the powers were different each time.
More importantly, staring into my sister’s quivering pussy as I made her gasp and grind into my face made me aroused. I’d said I’d eat her out, but I wanted to fuck, and it sure looked like she did too. I let go of her ass cheeks and stood up. “What’s going on, why did you stop?”
“I’m not stopping,” I said. “But this is more fun.” More fun for me, anyway. I rubbed my dick briefly on her slick hole, and then pushed in.
“Are you ever going to finish what you start?” she asked, I guess referring to that I’d still never licked her to orgasm like I often said I would. “It was going so good.” I guess a superfast tongue had its advantages. It was then I had my idea, the penis might not really be a love muscle, but muscles are involved. I wondered if I could twitch them at super speed, and then gave it a try. The response was pretty well immediate. “Oh god,” she cried, far too loud for two people who weren’t alone in the house. “It’s like you’re a living vibrator!”
“Shh,” I said softly, worried my little sister might hear us from upstairs, even while the sound of an early-90s Zeppelin track audible down where we were proved Sally was playing her game with the volume way up. We were probably safe, and so I pumped my hips, driving myself into her, trying not to do THAT at super-speed, but I think I was going faster than normal, and harder, too. Tabby’s hands steadied herself on the bed, but it felt like I was gaining ground, pushing her more and more forward and down into the bed.
The further I got into it, the harder it was to keep track of my speed. The instinct is always to go fast, and although I knew I was holding myself back, because the thought of giving her friction burns was always in the back of my mind, pretty soon I was thrusting as fast as humanly possible. My sister’s ass was still up and proud, but now her face was buried in my bed, as she tried to muffle her own cries of “Oh god, oh god….”
Finally she closed her eyes tightly and squealed. I continued to pound into her, slowing to just about normal sex speed so I could enjoy the feeling of her pussy squeezing on me during her climax. When that stopped, I upped the pace again, and although there was a space of about a minute where she was pretty much just a passive hole, soon she was grunting and pushing back into me again.
She had her powers again, I could tell that when she turned her head to the side, spotted my pillow, and soon, it was surrounded with those little purple flames. A moment later, it was in front of my sister, and she used it to rest her head.
Good thing she did, too, because a few minutes later, she was burying her face in it to smother another scream as she climaxed again. At that moment, I felt my own orgasm approaching… I had the oddest certainty that I didn’t have to cum, I could have stopped it and continued fucking her, but, who the fuck would do that? I let it happen, let the feeling overwhelm me, and squirted into her while she was still screaming into my pillow. I just groaned softly, feeling great, but also different. One difference was pretty evident… I’d slowed down, a lot. It wasn’t tiredness, I just couldn’t seem to push myself in and out with such repetitive speed any more. I tried to slow down time again, and instead found myself taking to the air. My dick slipped out of my sister, leaving a little trail of cum, and I toppled over her head, barely recovered and landed beside her, both of us breathing heavily.
“Wow,” she said after a minute. “Okay, so, I’d call that a successful experiment.” Another deep breath. “Was it just me, or was that way better? I mean, not just because you were doing that vibrator thing.”
“It was pretty good, yeah.” I have a slight talent for understatement. “And now we know how our powers work...”
“Yeah,” my sister said, turning on her side and pulling her legs up on the bed while she looked at me. “Unprotected sex definitely charges us up.”
“Not just that,” I said. “I think we get different powers based on how we cum. You gave me a blowjob, and I got super-speed. When I came the second time, my speed was gone, and I could fly again.”
Her eyes widened. “You didn’t have super-speed the first time?” I shook my head. “Damn. I just got teleportation again.” She grinned evilly. “You know what this means, don’t you? You’re going to have to eat me out, all the way, just to find out what we can do.”
I smiled. “I think I can live with that. Not right now though, I don’t exactly want to taste my own sperm.”
“Oh, but it’s okay for me to taste it…” she teased, then grew thoughtful. “I wonder if it’s just us doing it together that does it, or if it’s sex with anybody.”
“It’s definitely us,” I said.
My sister looked at me, brow furrowing. “What did you do?” I grinned sheepishly. It was no big deal, but she sat up and actually looked angry. “What did you do?” she repeated, and so I told her.
I love this as a story just as well as fap material.
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Please continue. The porn/plot mixing ratio is perfect.
It was my history class. We had a substitute, who decided that instead of teaching, he’d show a movie while doing a crossword puzzle. Movies were usually good, better than an actual lesson, but this particular movie, I’d seen so many times I could practically recite along with it. “Although the Cold War had its roots in post-World War II political maneuvering, many scholars believe that if not for the 1947 crashes, it could have been resolved diplomatically. However, Stalin panicked at the abilities of those who were modified by exposure to alien crash debris, as well as the new science being developed by American researchers such as Charles Core and his team researching the crash sites. His intelligence agencies were swiftly refocused on America in the hopes of acquiring some of this technology for himself.”
I liked some of this stuff, but stock footage of Stalin and some of the early crash studies narrated by a guy who sounded like an accountant did not make for entertaining material. I looked beside me and saw my classmate Eva looking back at me. Eva’s cute, not an utter fox like my sister, but sweet, with a nice round face and large doe-like eyes. She’s Puerto Rican so she’s got nicely bronzed skin, and a cute ass. If she had boobs she’d probably be a serious contender for being one of the hottest girls in school, but she’s pretty much completely flat-chested, and is often actually mistaken for a Freshman. We sat near each other in a lot of our classes, and had an easy, friendly relationship. “I’ve seen this exact movie three times in the past two years,” I whispered. Once here, once at my old school, and once on TV last June, during the last Crash Anniversary.
She grinned uneasily. “I know, it feels like I’ve seen it dozens of times.”
“There’s got to be something more fun we could be doing.”
“Yeah, I’d almost prefer some makework assignment.”
I shook my head. “You remember the part where I said fun, right?” That wasn't, but... I looked around the room, considering the idea that had just formed.
We were at the back, near the second door. The teacher was leaning back in his chair at the front, working on a handheld computer. For all I knew, he wasn’t doing a puzzle, he was surfing porn. Meanwhile, the video droned on. “After failing repeatedly to bring alien secrets to Russia, an increasingly desperate Stalin decided on a different path… a dark path. Teams of soviet scientists began to continue research started by the Nazis, captured in the Russian invasion of Berlin, research previously ignored and dismissed. Stalin's program to investigate these occult phenomena in a systematic way expanded beyond what the Nazis themselves believed, looking into the legends and folktales of dozens of cultures and taking them seriously. It is known that over a three year period, millions died as human sacrifices in service to this early research, but for Stalin it was a grisly gamble that paid off… he uncovered secrets of magical ritual that remain mysteries even to this day. Most of the West, and even some of the Warsaw Pact, considered him a dangerous madman, but by the time anyone considered moving against him, Stalin transcended his mortality by transferring his consciousness into the ironwork creature known as the Man of Steel. He quickly reconsolidated his power and became a menace that held the world on the brink of destruction for decades.”
The movie even made human sacrifices and magic and an eight-foot giant made of metal sound dull. And anyway, soon the documentary would take the focus off the magic and put it onto Stalin’s political maneuverings, dull as dirt up until his beheading, and the class would be over before we got to that part. I turned to Eva and suggested, “Hey, let’s duck out, walk the halls.”
She seemed actually startled for a second. “What? We can’t do that!”
“Sure we can. Nobody’ll care. We got lunch next period anyway.”
“But… the teacher…”
“Substitute. What’s he care? He won’t even notice if we were gone.” She still seemed hesitant, so I gathered up my own books and said, “Okay, well, I’m going, you can come if you want.” I crept out of my seat, keeping low and moving slow, and opened the door. A couple of the other students looked back, but nobody busted me.
At the last moment, Eva whispered, “Wait,” grabbed her books and her bag, and ducked out with me. Outside, in the halls, I tried to look like I had every right to be there. Eva looked worried, like somebody who’d just done something wrong and was about to be busted. “We should go back,” she said, checking behind her nervously. “What if we hit a hall monitor?”
“Relax. I was thinking I’d go off-campus for lunch. Wanna come?”
“We’re not allowed to do that,” she said. “Only seniors can do that.”
“Man, Eva, I never realized you were such a… Disney Girl.”
“I am not,” she insisted indignantly. “I just don’t want to get detention. I do have a life after school, you know.”
“Nuh-uh, I’m not buying it. I used to think maybe you had some kind of edgy history, transferring here mid-year like we did. Like maybe you were kicked out of your old school. But you’re just so… pure, it’s almost cute.”
“I’m hardly pure,” she said. “You go straight home after school every day, so I’ve definitely got more edge than you.”
“Prove it,” I suggested, eyes dancing.
We crossed through a doorway into a stairwell. We were on the first floor, but the stairwell also contained a doorway to the outside. I directed her underneath the stairs, a little nook that was pretty obscured from view. “How about giving me a blowjob?”
Her eyes widened. “I can’t do that.”
“Yeah, just like I thought. Too pure. Okay, maybe you should go back to class. Next time I’m in the mood to break some rules, I promise I won’t drag you along, Disney Girl. I’m going to have to start calling you Snow White. Is there a Latina Snow White?”
“This isn’t really a fair test, you just want a blowjob.”
“Well, yeah, I do, but that doesn’t mean it’s not a fair test. Just as daring for me as it is you.”
“But it’s illegal!”
“For me and you both… anyway, they only prosecute if one person’s an adult or Spore Babies are involved. And only if they get caught… come on, there’s a good twenty-minutes before class is over, nobody’s going to catch us, if you do it right.” I shrugged when she didn’t answer right away, and started to take a step past her, out from under the stairs.
She put up a hand to stop me and looked around nervously. “If I do, you gotta promise nobody finds out, ever…”
My eyes lit up. I didn’t really expect her to do it... I hoped, but really I thought it would just give me something to tease her with in the weeks to come. “Sure.”
She bent down and undid my zipper, and took my already rigid dick in her mouth. She was quick and efficient, and seemed like she’d done it before, which surprised me a little. I really did think she was a Disney Girl. But I don't think Disney Girls suck cock like that... she was going down all the way, and using her tongue even more than my sister. It seemed like she was trying to get it done as quickly as possible. I did my best to help it along, imagining fucking her, imagining my sister, imagining the risk of getting caught. Soon, the orgasm came over me and I squirted in her mouth. It was great, but it was just a dribble, which she swallowed expertly. It was fun watching her gulp down my seed, but it's nothing compared to developing a powers.
After she’d swallowed the entire load, she pulled off, made a face, and wiped her lip with her hand. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
“Yeah, me neither. I can’t wait to tell my friends.” She hit me then, with surprising force, and her face turned into a scowl. I grinned. “Ow, I’m kidding, okay? Who am I going to tell?”
As it turned out, I was going to tell my sister later that day. She had to know, not that I was having some kind of sexual contact with another girl, that wasn’t her business, but how it related to our newly-discovered powers. She didn’t take it well. “I can’t believe you did that,” she grumbled angrily, pulling her pants up. She quickly put her bra back on, and it looked like she was ready to storm out at any minute. “And with Eva?”
“What’s the big deal?” I asked. “You’re the one who said we had to experiment. I just proved a theory. What’s the matter, jealous?”
She stared at me, stopped in mid-motion of pulling her shirt over her head, before she completed it, putting her head through the hole. “No, of course not. But how can you be so irresponsible? You could have blown our secret.”
“No I wouldn’t have, I didn’t plan on giving her an orgasm, so only I could have gotten powers. Seriously, I didn’t think you’d be this mad. Is it because she’s a friend of yours too?”
“She’s not a friend of mine,” Tabby insisted, still a little pissed, and then relented. “I mean, I guess she’s always been nice to me, and we sit together at lunch, but that’s just because we were all newbies at school.” She took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh, as though trying to visibly let go of her anger. “So, what, are you two boyfriend and girlfriend now?”
“Nah,” I said, and she seemed to relax. “She’s nice enough, but not really my type. No sparks… and no boobs, either. All it was, was an experiment.”
“Good, because she’s kind of a slut.”
“Really? She doesn’t really seem like one.”
“She tells me things she wouldn’t tell you. Girl talk. She’s practically the school mattress already. You’d probably get a disease or something if you fucked her, and then you might give it to me.”
“Well, no risk there,” I said. “If we’re Powered, we’re probably immune to diseases.” It was one of the standard benefits, if you get any kind of super-durability, even temporarily, your immune system usually gets super-charged and gets rid of anything in your system. Even if she had infected me with something, it was probably gone now. “At least it’s good to hear she’s probably not into anything serious. I thought I might have to tell HER that we weren’t going out.”
She looked horrified. “What, she doesn’t already know?”
I shrugged, a little uncomfortable. “We never really discussed it.”
“I can’t believe you. So, you’d just use for a quick blowjob and don’t even care that she might think it was something more?” She shook her head.
I was puzzled. “Wait, are you pissed off because I shouldn’t be messing around with sluts like her, or because I shouldn’t be using her for sex and not caring about her feelings?”
“I don’t know,” she snapped. “Both, I guess. I'm really disappointed in you, Alex. I thought you were better than that.”
Ouch. “I’m sorry, Tabby. You’re right, I should have handled it better. I was just so excited about the powers thing, I didn’t really think… I guess if we are going to be heroes, I’m going to have to start behaving better, huh?”
“Sorry. I wouldn’t have done it if I knew it was going to bother you. I honestly didn’t think you’d care this much.”
She sighed. “I guess I overreacted a bit. It’s just, the thought of you and her…” She shuddered, then shook her head. “It’s like you said, it’s cause she’s kind of my friend too, it would get sort of weird… on so many levels. Can you just not date anyone I know?”
“Like I said, we’re not dating. But I will do my best to be sensitive, let her down easy.”
“And no more random hookups? It’d only jerk her around.”
“Nah,” I said. “Besides… if we’re going to be superheroes, powered by incest, I doubt I’ll have the energy for anyone else for a while…” I paused, and looked at her. “That is, if you still want to do it...”
She thawed a bit, the ghost of a smile. “I guess we might as well give it a try.”
Next Time: The Second Issue!
Holy crap on a holy cracker, AnonyMPC, what is this. An update in less than a day? Are you on magical /elit cocaine and if so, where can I get some. Keep going. This is pure gold. You give too little of it to be satiated, but enough to whet the appetite. You sly bastard.
So many questions... what happens if he cums in her ass? Is is just the two, or would it work with the other sister as well, or the parents?
Keep this one going, it's friggin gold.
>Browsing through /elit/
>Scroll down, meh
>Scroll down, sigh
>See something by AnonyMPC
THIS IS DELICIOUS
wow man, i didn't think anything could top the emotional roller-coaster of Rent-A-Daughter but this is a close contender. Fricking amazing work, keep it up man.
It made me think of this:
Superboy/Megan (miss martian) as the Terror TWINS
Glad people seem to enjoy it. Posting this does seem to have rekindled the writing spirit in me (even if I haven't had as much time today or yesterday), so it seems to have done the trick. Although now I'm tempted to edit and post the first part of my "guys who turn into lolis and the rival spy organization made up of them" serial too, just because I wrote them together and it feels a little wrong to not release them together.
Anyway, an update on MPC4. It's a lot closer than it was a couple weeks ago! Sadly, this is not because I had a spurt of writing energy, I just decided, finally, that I have to split into two stories... again. I really, really have to stop doing that, but it was just going to be too long otherwise. At least it means that instead of still being in the very early stages of the story, it's somewhere towards the middle and I'm getting close to the point where I can clearly see the sequence of scenes needed to get me to the end.
Well, it is an erotic series, so it's not going to be much of a stretch to assume that the rest of the family gets involved eventually, I will say it's not going to be quick.
As for ass-fucking... I suppose this gets into potential spoilers, but chances are by the time it comes up in the story everyone'd forget about it. So, yes, he would get a different set of powers. She wouldn't, even if she managed to cum from it. I realize that's totally unfair. Tabby will think so too. But it's more about 'what part of the other person's body generated your orgasm' rather than 'what was in what hole when you came'. So she'd still get powers (if she came), but only teleportation. That means Alex has a wider variety of powersets, though to make up for it, Tabby's will probably be more versatile. I have a list, but it's subject to change, so I don't want to reveal them yet, but some of the powers won't be very useful anyway.
I remember that episode! I thought it was awesome that they finally became a couple in the same episode they were pretending to be brother/sister. I suppose that's the closest we can expect of real incest tension in a cartoon (leaving aside Ben 10).
Maybe balance it out with having Tabby get overcharged from multiple orgasms?
Which means we still don't know what temporary powers he got from that first handjob? And if he brings her off with his fingers, is that another set for her?
It's a little bit heavy on exposition, but that's kind of necessary when you're dealing with a setting heavily diverged from real life. Otherwise, this is pretty spectacular so far. Hopefully we'll see the next part soon.
I realize the exposition is a bit of a weak point. Part of what I want to try to do in these serials is focus a little on areas I don't consider myself to be strong in. The Lolly Anne Conspiracies (the 'men-who-transform-into-lolis) series, it's writing sex from a female (or... sort-of-female, considering it's a male mind) perspective, and, shared with this one, action. Here, in addition to action, and breaking outside of strict chronological storytelling through the use of flashbacks, I'm trying to work on dealing with exposition in different ways.
One of the goals I set for myself in this one, a goal I didn't entirely succeed at, mind you, was try to write it as if it were a comic. So if I wanted to get information about the world, or the family history of or relationship between the characters, I had to do it either through description, if it was something a comic reader could see on-panel, or dialog, rather than my usual crutch of having the main character explain it as part of the narration. Of course, as you say, there's a lot of differences to the real world in this setting, and I wanted to get some of them in. I tried to sneak in some of the worldbuilding as movies going on in the background, imagining it like one of those comic panels where there's a TV blaring in the background but the real focus is on the character being bored, but yeah, it did get a bit clumsy and heavy at times, and other times I failed entirely and just had the first person narration explain some key point, or elaborate on it. I'll try to keep an eye on it in the future.
Yeah. Titjob would also be another powerset. Although, to keep things from getting too ridiculous, both hands are the same rather than each giving seperate powers (or worse, each finger giving a different power), and I haven't decided whether feet would be considered the same as hands for the purposes of powering. I've never really seen the appeal of the foot fetish. Maybe I'll have them give different powers, but the characters just don't think to use it until a situation comes up where they just have to try something new, or they're tied up and powerless but Tabby's feet can reach Alex's crotch.
Either way, not all powers will be immediately obvious. Say one type of sex gave you immunity to fire. There's nothing to activate, so you wouldn't know until you happened to be exposed to fire, something most people avoid as a matter of course. Although all the powersets do include a very low level of super-strength and durability, so, you know, if you only could manage a footjob for some reason, you might as well take it!
That might be an option to consider if I didn't already establish that Alex can have multiples too (at least, once he's already charged up once by Tabby). So I'll just leave it as it is.
Oh, while I have you (not just >>15121 but everyone) here...
As a minor plot point in MPC4, I need a car. Specifically, a used car that would be considered cool, but still achievable to modern day middle class/lower middle class teens, the kind of thing that should be a little outside of their reach, but plausible if they had a connection who could get them a good deal used and help them restore it. The 'cool' part is the most important bit. Ideally it should be something that might attract girls.
You should make it so that if Alex makes Tabi squirt from an orgasm she gets godlike powers and an evil personality akin Pheonix in X-Men, lol.
About the car, you can probably settle with any non luxury brand convertible. Something like a Peugeot 206 CC or a Peugeot 207 coupe.
Or some BMW hatchback. An used Audi A3 or similar is prolly out of the price range though.
Ir Erin ever going to be with another guy besides Andrew? That'd be a nasty plot device right there :p
AnonyMPC, I have long been a fan of your work, but this is my favorite out of all your stories. I cannot wait for part 2.
Where is an update! I need moar!
I'd suggest an older mustang, 94-2003, any convertible or if you want to continue the incest stereotype, a lifted pickup. Mitsubishi spyder too
Too awesome to be off the front page, please, AnonyMPC, post soon.
UPDATE YOU FAGGOT
I'm sorry, you're not a faggot. Please update.
I take no offense but I am quitting writing forever.
Just kidding. But it's still going to be a bit. I am working on part two, but I'm using working on it as incentive to work on MPC4. And even if I do complete a complete installment of Relatively Powered I'll probably edit and post the first installment of the Lolly Anne Conspiracies first.
Dear gods you scared me, but past that any timeframe you could possibly give so that I don't have to come here every night hoping for an update?
Just do what I do: stay away for a month or so - long enough that your anxiety for updates goes away - and then check his ASSTR author page instead of coming here and combing through page after page to see if there is a new AnonyMPC story thread.
Dude... fuck yes, MPC4. Haven't been this excited for fap-reading since The Prisoner of Azkaban.
New superheroes have to face a number of issues when they decide to go down that road. The first one my sister and I had to face was our powers themselves. I mean, discovering that incestuous acts gave us a variety of super powers was a big deal, although it probably would have been a bigger stumbling block if we weren’t already closer than we should be. After we figured out exactly how they worked, it didn't take long to decide to take the plunge and decide to make ourselves into the kind of costumed heroes that make all the headlines.
But once we realized we could, and we made the decision that we would, we faced our second big issue… the learning curve. Sure, everybody who dreams of being Powered imagines themselves like Ninja Gecko, or the National Guardian, able to handle street-level crime with ease and only breaking a sweat when facing Powered foes.
But most of those other heroes have decades of experience, and I might have grown up watching their exploits, but the reality is, things are a lot harder, and even petty criminals can be dangerous. We learned that on our first night out, what was supposed to be our test run.
It was supposed to be completely safe. Instead, that night was my very first OSWF ("Oh shit, We're Fucked!") moment as a hero, and that moment is etched permanently in my memory. Me, lying on the dirty floor of a drug house, my body wracked with pain, while my sister Tabitha stood nearby, terrified. "Obviously, you're new at this," a disembodied voice said. It wasn't one of the two thugs in the room, each holding weapons, nor the passed out junkie lying near on a couch, it was just a voice on a speaker. I'll also remember the sound of that voice my whole life, not because there was anything unusual about it, but because of what it said next. "Since your partner seems to be out of commission, I guess I'll have to deal with the sidekick. Now Tabby... your name is Tabby, isn't it? Short for Tabitha, I'd imagine? I'm sure it's been fun playing hero, but let's deal with reality."
"Oh Shit, We're Fucked," I thought, through the pain. "And it's all my fault." If I'd been a little smarter, a little faster, a little more prepared, we wouldn't have been facing utter disaster on our first night. If I'd known we'd end up like this, I would have never suggested this.
But of course we hadn't known, and nearly everything leading up to that moment seemed to be going great, starting with about a half hour after our official bedtime...
I was lying in bed, wearing just boxers, but I was far from asleep... I was waiting. I knew my wait was over when I heard soft footfalls coming down the stairs. I stood up and reached the door right as I heard the tentative knocking. On the other side was my sister Tabitha, wearing black, like I'd suggested... a sweater and jeans. “You’re late,” I said.
“Every time I got to the stairs I thought I heard a noise and went back to my room. Too bad I’m out of juice or I could just ‘port here.”
I closed the door behind her, and looked her over. Even in a sweater and jeans she was hot... of course, both were tight, clinging to her trim, athletic body and showing off her form. It was a great form, a flat belly, tits that were a perfect size for squeezing, and an ass that you could bounce coins off of. I watched that ass sway casually as she walked into my room, towards my bed.
"Did you turn off the intercom? To make sure Mom and Dad don't hear?" My parents sleep in a soundproofed room, but they keep a one-way intercom open, so they can still hear what's going on in the house. Nothing creepy, they're not spying on us, but if somebody tried to break into the house, or one of us screamed out or something, they want to be able to hear it. The only worry is, in the middle of the night, with no other sounds around, there was a chance they might be able to hear Tabby and I. Luckily, the intercom turns off.
She nodded. "Yeah, on my way down. That was the scariest part."
"Don't worry, the scary part is over. Next up is the fun part." Fun for me, especially.
She leaned up against one of my shelves, facing my bed. "I can't believe we have to do this every time."
I sat down on the bed itself. "What, you don't like it?" The idea saddened me... I'm a big pervert but not enough of a pig that I'd want to do this if Tabby didn't. The thought that she was getting off on this as much as I was carried an erotic charge of its own, beyond the mere act of sex itself.
"I didn't say that... it's just... weird. I mean, we are brother and sister."
My heart sank a little. I was dreading this, the time when Tabby might finally decide to end it. I just didn't expect it so suddenly... before we even started being heroes. "We were pretty well doing it even before the powers," I pointed out, hoping it wasn't what I feared. Why would she come down here if she was going to have second thoughts at the last minute?
"Pretty well, not completely... and every once in a while, not practically every day... at least we're going to have to if we're going to be heroes." I relaxed a little. Tabby had done this before... expressed some kind of concern that what we were doing wasn't right, but then went along with it anyway. It freaked me out every time.
"I'd want to do it this often even if we didn't get powers," I admitted. Normally, I liked to play my interest a little cooler, but if we were going to be fucking all the time, I could afford to be honest. "But if this weirds you out too much, we can do this another night..."
She looked like she was actually thinking about it for a moment, which freaked me out all over again, but then said, "I didn't say that. I just wonder sometimes..." She shook her head, and said. "Never mind." Before I could suggest she go ahead with whatever she was going to say, she pulled her shirt over her head, and her breasts, uncovered by any bra, popped free, and I lost track of what she was saying. My sister's body has that effect on me... I guess it's not just my sister's; I'm a guy, boobs make me stupid. But my sister's is an exceptionally fine example of the female body, with pert softball-sized breasts and a clear pink nipple. Her pants dropped next, and the sight of her long, lean legs was almost as alluring, although my eyes were more drawn to the mound at the front of her cotton panties. I knew what the fabric concealed, I could practically draw it from memory, and yet I stared all the same.
I pulled my erect dick over the tip of my boxers, stroked the shaft once, and, with a smirk, asked my sister, "Ready to hop aboard the Heromaker?" I'd been waiting hours to use that line. I came up with it in gym.
"You're such a dork sometimes," she said as she stepped out of her panties, but with a wide smile, showing teeth, so I didn't take it seriously or take any offense. I especially wasn't offended when she climbed onto the bed on her spread-apart knees, straddling my thighs. By the time she'd shuffled up to where she could sink down on my cock, I realized that if that's how she treated dorks, it was practically a compliment.
I held my cock in position, and she lowered herself to where I could rub up against her labia with the glans. I did so a few times, both to savor the anticipation, and also to gather some wetness. The head of my dick was pretty much in her hole, just kissed by those lips, but firmly enough that there was no fear of it dropping down when I took my hand away... so I grabbed my sister by the hips and encouraged her to make the act complete.
It didn't take a lot of effort, just a little nudge convinced her to drop down and let my rod pry her apart, and she slid all the way down... like she was sitting on my lap, except I was inside her, and her boobs were in my face. Not that any of that made me unhappy.
"Let's do this quick," she suggested. "I want to be able to teleport back to my room if anybody hears us."
We rocked together intently but very quietly, both of us very conscious of how quiet the house was with everybody in it asleep. We wanted to make noise... at least, I did, and I know my sister was usually louder, but we had to hold it in, which kind of made everything even hotter. It wasn't just taboo, with a lot of potential to get caught, but it was like we had to fight against our own bodies that wanted to betray us. Not just our bodies, the bed was shaking back and forth with our motion... normally, it would fade into the background noise of the house, but now it sounded like the only sound in the world.
Tabby had said to do this quick, so I made that my goal. One of the hidden benefits of our powers is that, after I cum, in my sister at least, I can keep going. With that being the case, I don't have to try and hold back and make it last. It's strange, because the instinct is still to moderate my pleasure and hold out as long as I can, before I remember that even if I cum, the pleasure won't end. So, within a minute or two, I let myself go, losing myself in my sister's cunt, and the warmth of her embrace, and the smell of her body, and pretty quickly I reached my climax, squirting what felt like a huge load of my seed all the way inside her. We slowed only a little after that, even though I was still rock hard and energized like never before, and then we resumed. Or rather, she did... in my climax I fell backwards, laying on my back and just enjoying the tingling that spread from my cock all over my body and never quite left...
That energized feeling was the now tell-tale sign that I had my powers, so I activated them and rose us in the air, realizing as I did that I must have done the same thing accidentally, that first time I got Powered... but we were a little busy at the time and didn't notice. This time, she noticed. "What are you doing?" she asked, as her movements slowed to a stop.
"It's quieter this way," I said. "No squeaking of the bedsprings." Or knocking of the bedposts against the wall. But the sound was only a side-benefit. The truth was, I still wasn't used to having powers and loved using them every chance I could get. Part of me was afraid I wouldn't get them at all.
"Oh," she said. "But what am I supposed to bounce against?"
I looked down, saw her point. Her legs dangled down... normally she'd heave up against the bed in order to rise up and then gravity would let her sink back on to me. The first time, when we did it accidentally, she was in a different position. But I never liked admitting I was wrong. "Use your imagination," I teased. "Work some different muscles." Finally, I relented, and my hands slid around her waist. "Or I guess I could do it."
She grunted a little. "Except I like this position cause I get to be in control." I hadn't realized that. I liked it because she did most of the work, but I didn't really think she liked it much. She considered the dilemma for half a moment, and then leaned forward on me, placing her hands on my chest, almost like she was doing pushups on me, or badly performing CPR. In this way, as well as using her upper thighs against my body, she was able to thrust herself upwards a little. It was a little aggressive, although my Powered form wasn't at all hurt. In fact I kind of liked it... it was like she wanted to fuck me so bad she was willing to go to these lengths.
Still, it was a bit of an awkward, inefficient movement, and I could tell she was tiring, so I began to help, holding her by hips and heaving her upwards in time to her motion, trying to keep giving her the feeling of being in control.
Before long, I couldn't tell where her motions ended and my helping began, it was like we were perfectly in synch, and her moans got louder and I started to worry again about the noise. One of my hands flew up to her mouth and covered it. "Shh..." I said, and instead my fingers slipped into her mouth and she locked her lips around it like it was my cock, except she bit down a little, too. Luckily, with my super-durability, it didn't hurt, and it did help shut her up. She must have been doing that deliberately, like using me as a human gag, something to concentrate on to make sure her mouth stayed closed, and it worked. The sounds she was making were muffled almost completely... loud enough for me to hear, but I no longer had to fear our little sister waking up in the middle of the night hearing sex sounds.
I heard, and felt through my fingers, a last moan, and the rhythmic clenching of her pussy as she had her orgasm. She slowed until she stopped moving, like she was just sitting on my crotch, floating in mid-air.
"You got powers?" I asked.
"Uh-huh," she said dreamily.
My cock was still inside of her, still hard. I almost hated to leave... but I did, pulling out and landing us back on the bed in one motion. "Great... then as soon as we get dressed up for patrol, you can take us to Crash City."
god damn I feel like I've been waiting for this continuation for an eon (even though it hasn't even been very long really)
ass, meet edge of my seat
An update! Hooray!
Crash City may be the place most of the well-known Powereds cluster, and there may be enough crime that there's a whole section for it in the Tribune, but that didn't mean it was easy to find. An hour into our first patrol, we still hadn't so much as heard a car alarm go off, and I was starting to get antsy. "Boring," I said, sitting on a rooftop. "Wanna take a break? It's been months since I had a real Crash City hotdog."
"I don't have any money."
"Me neither." I'd left my wallet deliberately... didn't want any chance of losing it and blowing my ID. I should have remembered to take some cash out though and stuff it in a pocket. "Maybe you could teleport a couple..."
She glared at me. "We're supposed to be fighting crime, not engaging in it..."
"It's for the greater good!" But I could tell she wasn't into that... my sister always was a bit of a goody two-shoes, aside from sexually. It sounds odd, but in some ways I envied her for it... I wished I could be that sure that doing the right thing all the time mattered. "Anyway, I was kidding. But I am getting bored." I sighed dramatically. "I'm starting to think maybe we should try another city. New York and Detroit both have higher crime rates."
"Except we can't go to them. I can only teleport places I've been, or that are close enough to see in person." She shrugged. "Besides, I kind of want to stick to Crash City. Home turf, you know? And besides..." she trailed off.
"I was just thinking... you know the people who're after Dad?" They were part of the reason we were doing this, especially Tabby. I'd do it regardless, but the hope we could smash them down and be able to come out of hiding was certainly extra incentive. "What do you think the odds are that we'll stumble onto them the first night and not even know it?"
“Almost none. I mean, they may be involved somewhere up the line, but they're into supervillain shit... and if we even run into a supervillain, we run, got it? This is our first night, we don’t want to get too crazy.”
“I guess. So what if we run into a hero?”
I grinned, imaging it. Us, running across one of the big heroes. At least, I hoped it would be one of the big heroes. “I don’t know, introduce ourselves, ask for tips?”
“We haven’t even decided on names yet. I mean, our powers are so varied… I was thinking of naming myself Roulette… you know, like they never know what kind of powers they’re going to get?”
“One of three power sets,” I said. That we’d discovered so far, anyway. “So it's not so much Roulette as Three-Card Monte, and you don't look like a Monty. There’s already a Roulette, though. Spore Baby.”
“Oh… damn it. Every good name’s already taken.”
“Making a name based on your powers is dumb anyway. It gives your opponents an advantage. You should go with something that's going to sound cool but doesn't give anything away... but I have to admit, I'm coming up blank for myself, too." Plenty of names, but none I could see calling myself for the long haul. "Maybe if we do meet some heroes, we should ask for suggestions.”
“So do you think we might? Meet a famous hero tonight, I mean?”
“I don’t know, it’s a big city, and a lot of heroes don't get involved unless there's a supervillain. Maybe, though. Why, you got one in mind?”
“No, just… what do we tell them about what we are? We don’t even know where our powers come from."
“Right now I'm more worried that they'll think we're villains." I pulled the balaclava mask that had been rolled up like a hat, down to cover my face. "Dressed like this, we look like small-time crooks. We really need to invest in some real costumes... Corewear, preferably, but that shit can gets pricy." I was worried we might have to settle for Spandex. "As for our powers... they’ll probably just assume we’re Spore Kids,” I said.
Her gaze jerked towards me. “We’re not, right?”
“No, I told you," I said, turning the mask back into a hat. It got hot under there, particularly in the spring.
She turned away from me to look down the street at the opposite side of the building. “Good. I mean, I’m not prejudiced or anything, but you’ve got to agree, it would suck if we could never legally have sex.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, brothers and sisters can’t legally have sex.”
I couldn't see her face, but I figured from her posture and her voice that she was rolling her eyes. “That’s different, I meant it would suck if we individually couldn’t ever legally have sex with anybody. Not together. I mean, we might need to do it to get powers, but it’s not like we’re going to marry each other." She turned back to me. "Right?”
"Right," I said. In some ways I thought it was a shame, but that was a silly, slightly disturbing thought. So I changed the subject. "Though it might be fun to check out Neverland Camp, I hear anything goes with the Spore Kids there, law or no law." I grinned, but she didn't share the mood, so I sobered up and reassured her. "I checked my cum under a microscope. There are no spore fragments.” The memory reminded me of something, and my grin returned, a little weaker. “Oh, I also found out something else…” she waited, and I continued. “I think if we masturbate it shuts off our powers.” That’s what happened to me. I had to rub one out to put my spunk on the slide, and it seemed my residual powers from earlier in the day faded right when I did.
“Oh,” she said, distinctly not impressed. “I, uh, already figured that out the second day we had powers. I guess I just forgot to tell you.”
She seemed to be blushing a little. It was hard to tell by moonlight, but the suspicion sparked a desire to tease her a little. “Oh, you did, huh? So, even after I made you cum three times to power you up in different ways, something got you all hot again and ready to fingerbang yourself? What was it?”
“Nothing,” she said curtly. “I just wanted to get to sleep. Being Powered is like being on a never ending sugar buzz.”
“Yeah, but it means we can be heroes all night and still be fresh in the morning.”
“There is that.” She looked out over the streets, using the little pair of hand-held binoculars I found in my room. I'd had them for years, since we lived in a high apartment. “Though all this energy's useless if we don't find anything to do. Why is there never a fire around when you need one?” Before I could think up a smart-ass answer to her rhetorical question, she changed topics, “I think we should say we get our powers from magic. If we have to tell anybody.”
“They’ll just think we’re lying to avoid being called Sporks, you know…” I sighed though, and gave up. “Fine, we’ll say it’s a secret magic ritual that gives us our powers. It’s almost true.” A faint smile appeared on her face. “See any crime yet?”
“No." She let loose a little groan of frustration and passed the binoculars to me. "How do heroes do this?”
“They have shit like police scanners and news tipoffs and crowd-sourced crime reports. We need to get some of that, too.” I should have thought of that, planned ahead, but I was so excited when Tabby agreed to go on a test patrol, nothing else occurred to me. I looked through the binoculars again and didn’t see anything worth my attention. “I’d even settle for a mugging. There’s like, no decent crime out. Well, prostitutes, but it doesn’t seem right to hassle them, they’ve got enough issues.”
“We could tackle the pimps,” Tabitha suggested. “Human trafficking is a big issue, a lot of these girls are pretty well forced into it.”
“Maybe,” I said. “But how do we know which?” I turned my gaze down the street, and saw another minor crime I normally wouldn’t feel inspired to stop or even mention, but I was getting bored and antsy. “Drug dealer, if you want to go after low-hanging fruit. Or prosecute crimes of fashion.”
“Where?” I pointed and handed over the binoculars, and she looked. He was a white guy with long dark hair, under a bandana, and a Vandyke beard, but dressed fairly well. The bandana matched his suit, a douchebag fad I thought was over with. When she saw him, Tabby's face suddenly turned grim, and she said, “Let’s get him.”
“I was kidding,” I said. “I mean, he’s pretty small time.” I always considered drug dealing to be almost a victimless crime. Sure, sometimes dealers were really bad guys who committed murder and other shit to expand their territory, but what did I care if somebody wanted to buy mood-altering substances that happened to be illegal, and somebody else wanted to supply them?
“I know him,” my sister said, surprising me. “He’s scum.”
I took another look, didn’t recognize him. “From where?” If she really did know him, it was even more reason to stay out of it. If our identities were blown, not only was the hero game over, the people after Dad would know we were alive.
“You remember my friend Janine? Back when we lived here?”
“This guy got her hooked on meth. Acted like he was her boyfriend, then got her doing all sorts of other things, skipping school, stealing... even doing other guys. She ran away twice before her parents sent her away to live with her grandparents in Arizona, and last I heard she ran away from there, too.” Her whole body was tense, and one hand was balled into a fist. "It was all his fault."
"Do you know him? Because if he recognizes you..."
"He won't. I never talked to him directly or anything. Besides...." She tugged at her mask, before continuing, "That's what these are for, right?"
"So what do you want to do?" I asked. "If we turn him over to the cops, we're going to need evidence."
She thought about, continuing to watch him with his binoculars then smiled, a mean little smile that was a little unusual for her. "He's gotta have a supplier, a boss, right? We grab him, try to get him to give up the bigger fish, then I teleport him into a police station... I'm sure he's got enough on him to get a possession charge."
"It'd never stick, he could just claim you teleported it on him."
She glared at me fiercely enough that I shrunk back. Tabby never liked me pointing out flaws in her plan, and usually it was her that did it for me. "Well, we have to do something. We're supposed to practice, right?"
"Okay," I agreed quickly. "If nothing else, it'll throw some fear into him."
We followed him for a short time, just until he was out of sight of whoever bought from him and it looked like the street was clear, and then I pulled my balaclava down over my face. "Okay, grab him."
Tabby, already masked, wiggled her fingers down in his direction, and we could see the purple light start to surround him... but unfortunately, so could he. "What the...?" He hopped to the side. The streams of light broke up, faded.
"You didn't get him," I pointed out.
"He moved," she said defensively, and then, as I watched, the lights started to appear again... to the same result, except this time, he didn't stop a few feet away, he started running. There was one more burst of light, but it lasted just long enough to see, the moment the dealer broke away, it faded.
"Damn it," she spat out, tears in her eyes. "Every time he moves I have to start again! I can't even grab a moving target!" We'd experimented a little with her powers, but it was mostly about range and how much memory of a place she needed to teleport to it... we never tried grabbing moving targets. "I'm going to be totally useless!"
"Maybe you just need practice," I said, putting one hand on her arm. "Remember Chromatic Chick? At first all she could do was change color, now she turns virtually invisible, can blind people, and even lasers. You'll get better. I'll let you practice on me now, if you want." It would give us something to do.
"But he's getting away..." she whined.
I shrugged. "Okay, I'll go grab him and fly him up."
I rose a few feet in the air, but she grabbed me by my sleeve and pulled me down. "No. I've got to pull my own weight if we're going to do this."
"You already do plenty... I mean, without you I'd have to fly here. It's not like there's any decent crime in Cleveland." Well, there was plenty of normal crime, but I'd never get a chance to meet anybody cool aside from the occasional roving Spore Kid. "Even if that's all you do..." If nothing else, it would keep her safe.
"I'm not just going to be your taxi service." She frowned. "We'll do it the smart way. We'll follow him. See where he's going. Maybe he'll lead us to a meth lab or something. It's probably a better idea than grabbing him, anyway."
I agreed, and for the next half hour or so Tabby got to practice her teleportation power... by teleporting the two of us from building top to building top, just enough to stay ahead of our target. The first block or so he was walking to his car, and after that it was a bit dizzying. Tabby must have known where she was going, but I didn't, so every time we appeared in a new place I couldn't help but try to figure out where we were, what direction we were facing compared to where we were before. It's doesn't make you physically nauseous, but it's very disorienting... one or two jumps isn't bad, but the human brain just doesn't expect you to be in different places every few seconds.
Finally, we ended up on the roof of a closed fast food place overlooking a small tenement. It took me a few seconds to find him, but the dealer got out of his car and was headed for the door inside. "We going after him?"
"Not yet," she said. "Just wait."
We waited. Finally, I said, "I think we lost him." There were probably multiple apartments in that place.
"Shh," she said. "We haven't lost him. He's on the third floor. There's two, maybe three other people inside. The building's mostly empty otherwise, I think..."
"How do you know?"
"That thing you talked about... the spatial awareness sense. It's like I start to try and teleport but don't go all the way, and I know what's going on in the area. But it's hard to do for very long... kind of like holding off an orgasm."
I scoffed. "Why would anybody hold off an orgasm?" It was a joke, though... I'd done the same thing before we were Powered, wanting the experience to last longer. "What's it like, anyway, what do you see?" I could tell from the way she described it that it wasn't as clear as a video.
She thought about it. "It's hard to explain. It's a little like... you remember the Predator movies? You know, the ones where a Greyman comes to Earth in a battlesuit to hunt people for sport?"
"Yeah, I hear they're setting the next one in Neverland, and one of the Greyman's hunting Spore Kids. Alyssa Milano's supposed to be in talks to play herself."
She ignored me... I guess I was kind of drifting off topic. "Well, it's sort of like when he uses his penetration vision, except I'm looking at it from all around. Everything's a bit blurry, but I can tell empty space from not-empty space, and things that are moving stand out like colors... except not really colors." She shrugged. "How do you explain sound to a deaf person?"
"Shout really loud?"
She tried to suppress a smile, but I saw anyway. "Shut up, dork."
"Okay, so, teleport us inside."
"No. I'm not going to be much good in there."
"Right. Teleport me inside."
"No." I looked at her. "We'll go in together, but I want a different power." Her fingers played at the button of her jeans, undid them, and I saw a flash of white panty.
My eyes widened. "Now?"
"Can you think of a better time?"
While we weren't out in public, maybe. And it wasn't just that, there were practical matters. "How are we going to get home?"
"You can do me again after we're done," she said. She pulled her pants and panties down partway, down to her thigh.
I pulled off my gloves. We'd worn them mostly so we wouldn't leave fingerprints anywhere. "So, do you want me to finger you, or..."
She shook her head. "Your tongue's got the power I want..."
"We could try anal?" I suggested hopefully.
"No way. You might get a new power out of it, but that won't make ME cum." She already felt it was terribly unfair, we get powers based on how we cum, and while there are plenty of ways she could make me cum, there were only a few I could get her off. "I know you don't like it, but..."
Her pussy was visible and I couldn't help but stare at it. "I don't dislike it," I said.
"No, it's true... I just... like other stuff more." But she wanted my tongue, so I might as well get to work. I knelt down and got close, so close I couldn't really see what I was doing, not by cloud-covered moonlight, my own head provided too much shadow, but even in the dark I could know where I was by feel and scent. The scent only told me I was in the general right place, in more ways than one. It's somehow both intense and subtle, like being in a bakery... it doesn't smell like bread, more like sour apple, or light vinegar, but it's bakery-like in that it's got that same sensation of a light, pleasant smell that's just on the verge of completely overwhelming.
My lips touched her mound and brushed against the fine feather of her pubic hair, meaning I'd aimed a little high, but also telling me where to go...downward. I felt the cleft of her slit, and began kissing the edge, and then stuck my tongue in cautiously. I'd fucked her earlier that night, and came inside her of course, and so I was expecting to face the unpleasant taste of my own semen, but if it was still there, it wasn't strong enough to register.
That just increased my comfort level, and I went all in, burying my tongue in her hole and my nose nuzzling up against her clit, and I heard my sister's breath catch. My tongue wriggled furiously inside her and, although not as quickly as when I had super-speed, she seemed to like it almost as much.
I drew back a little, getting just enough light to see by, as the moon had come out from behind a gap in the clouds, then brought up my hands to her mound and used it to pull her pussy upwards and spread apart the labia. I pressed my mouth back in and licked the sides, inside, heading up towards her clit.
"Yeah, keep going," Tabby said.
Gradually I started paying more attention to the little nub itself, kissing it, sucking on it gently, and without even thinking about I stuck one of my fingers inside her hole, sawing it in and out like a small penis while I lapped up the bottom of her clit.
Tabby said through ragged breaths, "Your fingers."
"Remember what power you're giving me..."
"Oh, right..." I said. I let the finger slip out, then wondered briefly what would happen if I didn't. "Maybe we should try it?" I said, kissed her clit, and continued, "Maybe you'd get both. Or a completely new power."
"Next time," she said. Her voice was sharper than usual, like there was a little bit of a whine in it. "I'm close... just keep doing what you're doing."
I left my fingers out of the equation and worked my tongue madly, until she started high pitched short moans, almost like she was gulping for air and making sound while she was done it. The yelps got louder, like she was making up for having to be quiet earlier in the night, and finally became a loud cry that echoed into the night as her pussy mashed itself into my face.
Her climax done, Tabby started breathing more deeply, like she'd just run a race, and I pulled away and looked around nervously. We were out in public, albeit in an out of the way spot. Had anyone heard us? Probably... but as long as they hadn't seen, I didn't care. It was even a little exciting.
Nobody seemed to be around, or obviously peering out of their windows, so I looked back at my sister and consciously willed down my erection. "You all Powered up?"
She flexed her hand into a fist, and smashed it down on the ledge. It bounced off with a clap, like stone landing on stone, with just a layer of glove-material in between. At least I wouldn't have to worry about her as much. She hit again, but this time, her hand went through the stone like it was a ghost... the glove, however, remained behind. "Yup, it's all there."
"Just don't go walking through any walls," I reminded her. Whatever she did, it extended a little past her body, but most clothes reacted like the glove. The only thing that came through on our earlier tests were her tight panties, and an old shirt so tight you could see her nipples through it. "The sweater's probably too big to come along. I mean, normally I'm thrilled to see you lose your clothes, but today..."
"Don't worry," she said as she retrieved her glove and put it back on. "I'll stick to being rock-hard."
We went over a few plans for our approach, and then, in our naivety decided that because these were 'just' drug dealers, we were probably over-planning, so we agreed to just go for broke and do it. I carried her over the intervening distance, in my arms, and we landed on their fire escape. My heart was pounding with excitement. We'd fought criminals once before, but that was accidental... this time we were deliberately going to bust some heads. It was about to be our first hero moment.
Through the grit-speckled window, we could see the guy we followed, talking to another guy with shorter hair, a beard that was more scraggly and less shapely, and dark glasses, which looked kind of stupid indoors. There was also a girl, sitting on the floor, the top of her head visible behind the arm of a couch, and somebody who looked thin and tweaky, like a junkie, passed out on a couch.
I looked to my sister to confirm she was ready, and on her nod, I burst through the window. "...the fuck!?" Sunglasses said, and got up to get a gun. "Whoever you are..." he shrugged and decided it wasn't even worth finishing the thought, he just started firing. There wasn't much sound, just a plink-plink, and I could see that they had hi-tech noise-cancellers on the end of their guns. Illegal, but I guess if you're already selling drugs, cancellers aren't going to worry you... you want something that won't bring bored heroes out on patrol like us running.
It might seem a little silly to be thinking about the logic of cancellers when somebody's shooting at you, but, luckily, I'm bulletproof. I stood and took several bullets, extending a sudden worried glance back to Tabby, climbing through the wrecked window behind me. We'd assumed she was also bulletproof when she went rock hard... we'd done a few tests, when we discovered that power, but none of the tests actually used bullets, and all our them suffered from one fatal flaw. I didn't really want to hurt her, so I was probably holding back. At the time we seemed sure enough, but in the moment of truth, I worried. I made a conscious decision to step in front of the bullets, so she wouldn't get hit.
The girl, the one who was in the corner, crawled on her hands and knees, scurrying towards the door. Her head turned towards me, and I saw for the first time, she was about our age... maybe closer to Tabby's than mine. She had some kind of stain on her face, whitish, and I didn't know if it was drugs or cum, but I didn't get a long time to look. Once she was near enough to the door, she rose to a crouch, grabbed the handle, and then broke into a run.
I let her go, still calmly deflecting bullets off my nearly invulnerable body... they hurt, but not enough to worry about, and acting like they didn't bother me at all was more intimidating. "You guys might as well give up," I suggested, trying to make my voice as deep as possible. "You've been messing up kids for long enough. It's time somebody shut you down." I was going to have to practice on my hero-patter, too.
"I told you," cried the dealer we'd been following. "I told you Powers were on to me..." He looked nervously towards the door the girl fled through, saw it was open, and started backwards-walking in that direction.
Tabby noticed it too. "Don't let anyone get away," she said.
I didn't think she meant the girl who was long gone, but the Dealer looked like he was turning to make a full-fledged run for the door, so I pre-empted him. "Don't worry, Tabby, I got him." I didn't even think about it, using her name, all I thought about was getting to the door, and it just slipped out. I flew there in an eyeblink, slamming the door shut and landing on the ground. "Not so fast," I said. There was a smug grin on my face, but you couldn't see it through the mask.
"He's in front of the door," Sunglasses said. I thought that was a very odd thing to say at the time, but seconds later I figured out why. I glanced down and saw the metal grating and had an instant where I knew what was going to happen before it happened to me, but I didn't have the presence of mind to move in that time.
And then, all of a sudden, I couldn't. If felt like some huge force was shaking me all over... it even had a sound. Tabby later told me she didn't hear anything, but to me it was like somebody was chainsawing a log right by my ear. My muscles all twitched and I fell over, and then if anything it seemed to get worse. There was pain, yeah, far worse than the bullet impacts, but if it was just that I could have pressed on through it... the main worry was the loss of control, and I was terrified.
"Obviously, you're new at this," a disembodied voice said. "Since your partner seems to be out of commission, I guess I'll have to deal with the sidekick. Now Tabby... your name is Tabby, isn't it? Short for Tabitha, I'd imagine? I'm sure it's fun to play hero, but let's deal with reality."
That was my "Oh Shit, We're Fucked!" moment. I was super strong and invulnerable, but I was down. I couldn't fly, I couldn't even deliberately move, I was just in pain and barely able to function... and worst of all, I'd left my sister on her own to deal with this.
"What did you do to him?" Tabby cried.
"Electricity. It flows through everything, and right now it's flowing through your friend there. Maybe his muscles are super-strong, but they still depend on electric signals to tell them when to contract. He'll probably survive the experience much longer than a baseline human would, but... not forever." It's one of the standard methods of dealing with the Powered... not foolproof, by any means, plenty of them were immune to it, particularly if they had energy manipulation powers, or telekinetic shields, but it was a starting point. I mean, there's a reason police carry tazers as well as guns. I knew about the dangers of electricity already.
But there's knowing that, and there's KNOWING it. I couldn't say anything, but my sister cried, "Shut it off!"
"Not until we come to an understanding, Tabby. You've messed with my business. I'm going to have to teach you a lesson to ensure you don't do it again. The first part of the lesson starts with you taking off that mask and looking right into the camera."
I was only barely aware of what was going on, most of what happened I learned later, but that made it through the pain. I knew we couldn't do that, if a hero did that, it was game over. And yet, I didn't know how long I could last, nor what else he might have in store for us. My fear of exposure overwhelmed everything else. I struggled mightily against my convulsions, trying to get enough control to shout, "No!" I made a sound, but I couldn't tell if she understood or if she just thought I was screaming in pain.
She didn't answer right away. She was scared, sure, but she was also thinking, looking for something she could do to turn off the electricity and save me, or push me away without hurting herself, and either way, not have to give up her identity.
"She don't seem to be doing it.... I say we give her a little more incentive. What works on hero-boy's gotta work on little Tabby here, right?" The guy with sunglasses reached behind the TV and produced two long, slender sticks, like a police billy club, only longer. Twisting a little part on the end caused a high-pitched hum while the other end sparked to life with a little arc of electricity between two spurs. It was a shock-stick. SWAT gear now, but the Mayor was talking about making them standard-issue and replacing the baton with them. Sunglasses threw the other, deactivated, one to the dealer we followed.
Tabby watched him warily, and when he lunged forward, she grabbed it... only to jerk her hand away with a scream of pain. He tried for another blast, at her midsection, and, backing away, she bumped into range of thug number two, the Dealer. Another zap, but she was able to pull herself forward again... these were normally police weapons, designed to force compliance, rather than kill... they could cause the same kind of incapacitation that I was suffering, but only if they were held to you for long periods of time. A second of contact just hurt enough to send the message that you didn't want more. Unfortunately, Tabby was stuck between two of them, and they were closing in.
Sunglasses lurched forward one more time, landing a blow right at her belly... except, this time, Tabby didn't flinch away. Instead, the shock-stick sank into her belly like it was a sword, impaling her, and her sweater just... went away, like it was being torn off, except it wasn't been torn at all... it was pulled through her body on the end of the shock-stick.
Tabby had gone intangible, which apparently protected her from the electric shock, albeit at the expense of leaving her topless. Her mask, gloves, and pants remained on, because nothing was trying to push through them... her ability wasn't an all-or-nothing effect.
The sudden appearance of her beautiful perky boobs, or the sight of their weapon passing through her, threw Sunglasses off-balance... both figuratively, and literally. As he struggled to make sense of what happened, Tabby sidestepped, grabbed his overreaching hands, and pulled him towards Dealer. The two collided with a jolt, as one's shock stick hit the other's body. "Fuck!"
Tabby didn't give them much time to reorient though, she whirled around, and gave a karate-chop to the arms of Sunglasses, and a kick to the legs of the other. Both were devastating. The only thing my sister knows about karate is what she learned from ninja movies... and not even the realistic 1960s-era exile-cinema from when the Soviets annexed Japan and Hollywood had a brief love-affair with refugees, but the revival fad in the late 90s where special effects trumped everything... but when your flesh is rock-hard, you don't need to have the proper form. Even a phony karate chop will disable or disarm when you've got that kind of power, and that's just what happened. Dealer fell on his face, and Sunglasses yelled in pain. Both shock-sticks fell to the ground, and my sister retrieved one of them.
Holding it in her hand, a lightbulb must have went off in her head. If one end of the shock-stick was electrified, the other must be insulated. She rushed to where I lay in convulsions, poked the prongs into the back of my shirt, without pressing the button to activate it, and used it to drag me off the electrified grating. Suddenly the invisible hand shaking me all over stopped. "Are you okay?" she asked, turning me over and looking into my eyes. I could see tears starting to glisten.
It hurt all over, I was drenched in sweat and still twitching, and mostly I was out of breath, with muscles that felt like jelly, like I'd just run a marathon I hadn't trained for... but I could feel my enhanced endurance start to kick in again, the pain receding and some tone starting to come back into my trembling muscles. I inhaled sharply. "I'll be okay. I just need a minute or two. Catch my breath." I stared at her boobs. That helped. "Why aren't you wearing a shirt?"
"I'll explain later. Right now, there's still some trash to clean up." She stood up, and turned back to the guys who'd attacked her. Sunglasses had retrieved the remaining shock-stick and now held it defensively, and the Dealer had managed to get back to feet and had gone back to guns. "You guys are so going to regret this."
The guys looked scared, but the voice didn't seem to care, probably because he was nowhere nearby. "There's no need to act out, Tabby. You're the one who interfered with my business, and that's why you got hurt. The more money you cost me, the less slack I'm willing to give you, now, and in the future. Remember, Tabby, I know..."
"Stop calling me that. You know nothing. I let my partner call me Tabby, but I want you guys to remember my full name. Taboo."
"Taboo," the voice repeated dryly.
The guy in the scraggly beard and sunglasses chuckled nervously, like he wasn't holding the other shock-stick, retrieved while Tabby was tending to me, in his off-hand because his other one hurt like it was broken. He chuckled like he wasn't about to get his ass kicked. "What kind of name is that?"
"It means forbidden. Something you shouldn't do. Like electrocuting heroes." She stalked over to Sunglasses, blocked a half-assed attempt to slam her with the electric prod, and then casually backhanded the thug, breaking the sunglasses and sending him towards a wall, punctuating that act with the word, "Taboo." She moved to the second guy, the Dealer, the one we'd followed here, the one Tabby knew from before, and added, "Or getting little kids hooked on drugs... Taboo!" This time, as she said the word, she kneed the guy in the groin, sending him to his knees once more. She followed that up with a slap across the face that sent him falling over on his side. She turned to the computer. "And threatening me or my family... that is especially fucking Taboo." She closed her hands around the webcam, crumpling it in a display of strength I thought was beyond her. This power set gave her startling durability, but not much advanced strength. I guess when you're angry and invulnerable, you can do a lot more damage than you'd expect.
With all the nearby criminals at least temporarily disabled, she turned back to me. I was already starting to get to my feet. "I'm fine," I said, before she could ask. I limped over to the two wannabe druglords. They were both breathing, but didn't seem to be awake. Maybe they were faking it. "I think these guys are out cold, but we should tie them up anyway..." I spotted Tabby's sweater on the ground, picked it up, and tossed it to her. "Found this..."
She pulled it on, inside-out. "What do we tie them up with?"
I looked around the room, then my eyes fell on the TV. I unplugged it from the wall, and then tore the power cord from the other end of the TV. I tossed the cord to Tabby, and then got another cord from the speakers. Soon, she had them both tied up with their hands behind their backs. The junkie too, even though he had yet to wake up, even while we jostled him around to tie him up. He had never even laid eyes on us... maybe he was just a customer who got a little fucked up, but he got tied up with the rest of them anyway.
The makeshift ropes weren't especially secure, the knots were a little sloppy and could probably be worked free, but it looked like it would do for now. My eyes fell back to where I'd been electrocuted, wincing at the memory, and thinking of tossing them on that, but then deciding against it. "We still have to turn off that floor... if somebody else steps on it, somebody who's not Powered, it could kill them."
"I don't know how," Tabby said. "I was looking for a fuse-box or something, but..."
We were startled by the return of the voice. Of course we shouldn't have been. Destroying the camera didn't disconnect the computer link, and the machine's speakers still worked. Still, it was the first time he'd spoken since then, and we'd almost forgotten about him. "The floor is turned off, for the moment. If you want to make sure, the fuse box is in the kitchen, in the cupboard behind the stove. But that will end, for the moment, my ability to talk to you, and before you do that, I want to say one more thing." He seemed unimpressed, casual. "Congratulations. You've made yourself enough of a nuisance that I'm willing to make you this offer. One time only, and it expires when my enforcers get there. Right now, it's worth exactly one thousand, two hundred, and six dollars to make you go away. Agree to leave, and never interfere with my operations again, and I'll have them give you a cash bonus. You'll make a healthy profit off this night. Refuse, and it may be more cost-effective to hire somebody to kill you both. Powered mercenaries are less expensive than you'd think."
"Get bent," I said.
"We're not scared of you," Tabby told him.
"You should be. I'm not like these animals who work for me. I don't make threats because you've offended me, or that I consider you my enemy. I do it to avoid that. Because once I decide you're my enemy, there will be no threats. I will simply quietly find out who you are, and have you destroyed."
"Hey, remember what she said about her name?" I asked. "Threatening us? Taboo." It was a fun word to say, and it made me feel tougher to have a snappy comeback. But I hadn't used my tough, deep voice since I'd been shocked, so it probably came off as whiny.
"Just ignore him," she suggested. "We'll take out the power on the way out. Right now, we need the lights on. Let's figure out what we've got here." We looked through the apartment, looking for evidence. In the end, it wasn't that hard to find. No drug lab, so I don't think they made it here, but clearly it was some kind of distribution site they sold out of. In addition to the stuff that was out in the living room area, there was a bag full of pills I didn't recognize off the top of my head, another bag of white powder I assumed was cocaine, bunches of dime bags of weed (the only drug I ever had personal experience with), a few bags of crystals, a dozen guns and a half dozen of those little shock-sticks, a box full of noise-cancellers, and most impressively, two briefcases full of cash.
"Holy shit, look at this," I said, revealing it.
She looked over and her eyes widened, and then both of us realized that, although we thought about going in and busting up crime, we never really considered much past the 'beat up the badguys' stage. "Okay, so, what do we do now?"
"Take the cash, burn the drugs?" I suggested.
"Heroes don't steal. And burn the drugs? Are you crazy? And send all that stuff into the air for anybody to breathe?"
I shrugged. "Well, we don't really have all the time in the world before these dipshits wake up or the Great and Powerful Oz sends reinforcements. If you could still... you know..." I didn't want to say teleport in case he was still listening. The less criminals know about what we do, the better. Instead, I twirled my finger in a circle, much like Tabby sometimes did, and hope she got the point. "...it wouldn't be a problem."
Tabby shook her head. "Better to just call the police. Let them handle it." She turned towards where the camera used to be and said in a voice full of smug satisfaction, "You know, Mr. Anonymous-voice, it's going to cost you a hell of a lot more than a thousand dollars after I call the police and tell them about all the drugs you're making in this place, and confiscate all this money."
The voice, who had been silent again for the last few minutes, spoke up again. I'd almost wondered if he'd simply stopped listening. "By all means, call the police. If you believe that it'll do something, I've learned something else that will help me find you... you're not a Spore Kid, you actually must be a teenager. If telling the police we were a drug house was all it took to get us shut down, the neighbors would have done it. The truth is, nobody who matters, cares."
"Yeah, well, I care."
"I think he's right, though." I admitted sadly. "I bet cops already know this place has drugs, what's one phone call going to do?"
"Maybe if it's the right call..." She picked up one of the cell phones we took off the dealers, dialed 911, and then walked over to the table and picked up one of the guns. She ripped the canceller off the muzzle, dropping it to the ground. Suddenly, her voice sounded very scared. "No... no, please, don't..." She aimed the gun down, in the general direction of the window, and fired three times, then tossed the gun aside, dropped the phone, and stepped on it, smashing it with a crunch. "Anything they find responding to 911 they can take without a warrant, right?"
I nodded, although I wasn't quite sure. "Better destroy the door, too, to make sure they have reasonable cause to enter." I said. I flew at it, one fist extended, landing one punch on each of the hinges remains of the door fell over the electrocution-grate.
"You've made a grave mistake, children."
"I'd smash the computer to shut him up," I said, "But I'd rather there be something for the cops to search through. Besides, it's time to leave. Hop on my back."
Tabby approached me a little warily, as though afraid to touch me after what I'd been through. "You sure you're okay?"
I nodded. "Never better," I lied. I was still sore and tired, but I'd had no trouble flying earlier. That, at least, was more a mental exertion than a physical one, and carrying Tabby? Well, she weighed practically nothing to me now. "Climb aboard." She curled an arm around my neck and jumped on, wrapping her legs around my waist. I took to the air, first aiming towards the window, and then I turned back towards the table. "Wait," I said. I swooped down and grabbed one of the briefcases.
Tabby gasped into my ear. "We can't!" she said. "That's evidence!"
"One case is plenty of evidence. Oz there is right, we deserve a payday." Tabby didn't say anything, but I could feel her disapproval radiating through me, but I didn't give her time to say anything. I started flying towards the window.
"Wait, wait!" Tabby said. "We forgot the power."
"Shit. Right." There was a lot to remember, being a hero! Even if the door covered the grate, a wrong step could still electrocute somebody. So I changed course, stopped in the kitchen, and ripped out the fuses, plunging the apartment into dimness. Not darkness, because the burst-open front door let light in from the hallway, evidently on a different set of fuses from the apartment. I returned to the window and flew us both out.
A hour later we sat on a rooftop on the other end of the city, a suitcase full of drug money between us, and each of us with a hotdog. I swallowed a bite, brushing off a stray poppy-seed from my lip, and said, "God I missed these... they just don't make them like this in Cleveland."
"I think it's the celery salt," Tabitha said. "This is so good, I can't believe I'm thinking about seconds."
"Well, we certainly worked up an appetite," I reminded her jokingly.
"Yeah, but before, I'd get full after like half of one of these. I feel like I could still eat three of these..."
"You can, if you want. When we're Powered up, food gets burned off super-fast to help fuel the Reality Dysfunction," I explained. Of course, Reality Dysfunction is just a phrase somebody came up with that means "We Don't Have A Clue How Any Of This Really Works", but certain things were known... people with always-on powers tended to have to eat a lot, and everybody else still burned virtually everything the body could spare. That's why there aren't a lot of fat Powereds. I popped the last bit of 'dog in my mouth and swallowed before continuing. "So it's not like you'll gain weight. You won't even poop!" I'd already noticed that little benefit... it was especially helpful when I was writhing on the floor without any control over my muscles. At least I managed to preserve some dignity.
She wrinkled her nose as she swallowed her own last bite. "Gross."
"Pooping is gross. Not having any poop is sanitary." And made me even more anxious to try anal sex, see if I got another power out of it, but now wasn't time to suggest that. "So eat all you want." I wiped my face and hands with a napkin, dropped it, then held up the suitcase. "I mean, it's not like money's going to be a problem."
Tabby stared at it uncertainly. "I still don't think we did the right thing, taking that."
"Of course we did. Those guys were waking up, and Oz had enforcers coming... chances are, the money would be gone before the cops got there, or some corrupt cop would have stolen it. After all the pain we went through tonight, I'd say we earned this."
She let out a disappointed sigh. "We didn't do so well tonight, did we?" With both our hotdogs done, Tabby wiggled her fingers and the wax-paper wrappings and used napkins disappeared with a flash of light. Knowing Tabby, she probably sent them directly to a garbage.
"We did fine, overall. And I'm all right, really. It hurt while it was happening, but that's it," I assured her. Another lie, but now only barely one... my muscles were pretty sore for few minutes, but by the time I fucked Tabby to give her teleportation powers again, it was just a memory. "There's a learning curve to everything. We'll get better." I took a sip of cola.
"I hope so. Because it can't get much worse... our first night out, we almost die, we wind up stealing, we almost blow our secret identities, and I got stuck with a horrible code-name..."
"You don't have to keep it," I reminded her.
"But if I don't, what happens the next time you call me Tabby?" She glared at me. "What is it with you and remembering people's names?" I shrugged, sheepishly. "You know, for a superhero, that's a pretty bad habit."
I put one arm around her and pulled her close to me in a sideways-hug. "You know what? I don't think we did so bad at all. We took down a drug dealer, we got a bunch of drugs off the street, and earned a decent payday. And you know what? Even though I screwed up, you were great... with thinking up the name on the spot? And what you did with the phone? Classic."
She winced. "I really shouldn't have done that. 911's for emergencies. What if I called cops away from a real emergency? He just got me so frustrated."
Always worried about other people. I loved her for it, even if I hated her being so hard on herself. "Forget it. You handled yourself beautifully. In fact, I'm proud of us today, but I'm especially proud of you." Impulsively, I kissed her on the cheek... well, I aimed for the middle of the cheek, but I landed it near the corner of her lips. "I'm glad I've got you with me."
She was silent for a while, just sat there, and I almost thought she was still beating herself up over her mistakes, until I noticed the flush in her cheeks, the slight curl of a smile. I guess she always liked being praised. Finally, after basking in the compliment for a few seconds, she said, "I'm glad I've got with you me, too."
I reached around for the briefcase again, looking at it critically. There must have been twenty thousand dollars in there... but I'm not greedy. Mom and Dad make a good living already, and it's not like we could buy anything expensive and flashy like a car without having to explain it to them... them, and about a dozen federal agents who watch over us in Witness Protection. So, although it hurt, I decided to make the offer. "Listen, if it really makes you feel uncomfortable, we can drop off most of this money at an orphanage or something before we head home." There were other ways for people with powers to make money.
Tabby's face brightened immediately. She didn't smile, her mouth was open in shock that I could give so much money away so easily, but you could tell from her eyes she was happy. Surprised, mostly, but also happy. "Really? You'd do... wait, what do you mean most?" Once she noticed that part of what I'd said, the bright look faded, and she looked at me sidelong, a little suspiciously.
"I think it's fair to take a small fraction of these ill-gotten gains..." It was fun just saying that phrase. "Solely to help finance our hero career." I grinned. "How else do you think we're going to pay for real costumes? Ask for a raise in our allowance?" Her suspicious look broke then, and I got a genuine smile... I knew I'd won her over there. She might be a paragon of virtue most of the time, but I'm so glad she's at least a little corruptible.
Next: The Third Issue!
Thanks to those of you who enjoyed it. I'm working on #3 (as well as other stuff like MPC4 of course), but I did want to open something up... it may or may not be obvious, but I really haven't settled on a superhero name for Alex. I have a few options, but none I really like the way I do Tabby's. So, if anyone has any ideas, I'm open to them, and if I like it I'll steal them shamelessly with nothing going to you except perhaps a shoutout. Ideally it'll be something that goes well with Tabby's, because a good superhero duo usually have names that sound good together.
Anyway, in other news, just one more completed story left to edit and post, another Phil Phantom style, and I'll probably do that this week... although judging by the cricket-chirping response to my last one, I'm not expecting a whole lot in the way of ego-boosting. Still, it'll be good to get it off the plate.
How about "Hyperion". He was a Titan in Greek mythology, and he was married to his sister.
ok, i don't know about anyone else, but i happen to like each and every one of your PP tributes. to be honest, i like your take on the gonzo styling BETTER than i liked the PP stories i've actually found! i apologize for not being more vocal about that, but after such a run of greatness, i fear sounding like a busted record. coming up with new ways of saying it was awesome and i hope you write fifty more feels cheap, and i don't want to cheapen your obvious talent. consider yourself ubiquitously praised unless people post bitch-fests, IMO.
note: this does not mean abandon your own, wonderful style. i love those too. just finished reading what little i hadn't of your work on your asstr page, and loved them all. laughed my ass off at the end of Unplugged Challenge. troll dads were never that cool.
Bumping this to the top. Can't wait to see more!
Thanks, belatedly. I do appreciate it. As it turns out, I haven't been in much of a Phil Phantom mood lately, and in fact I wonder if maybe my serials are scratching at least some of that same itch for variety that the PP ones did.
In any event, Relatively Powered #3 is finished, but not edited.
And today, I wrote the last chapter of My Private Camwhore 4.
No, I'm not done, but I did write the last chapter. I still have quite a bit of writing to do to get up to it!
I'm such a tease.
But seriously, I am in the home stretch. I have one major, extended sex scene to write, one smaller sex scene, and probably a couple of scenes throughout the story where I started the scene and decided "okay I'll finish this one later" but have presently forgotted the specifics of. Those I'll take care of in editing.
So, home stretch, but even then it'll be a while before anything gets posted. I mean, the editing's going to take a long time with a story this big, and I'm going to edit RP3 before I even start editing MPC4.
The title got me. After reading through this far, I got to thinking that I might read Lolly Anne too, having seen it but never been particularly intrigued by it, but knowing the quality of the writer got me more interested, and I was pleasantly surprised. Keep up the good work, man!
Relatively Powered #3: "The Third Issue" (no additional story codes)
“Come on, hurry up!” I whispered, knowing it was a bad idea to even speak, he might be able to hear me. My back was up against the wall, but I could look over my shoulder and around the corner and see the monster who had followed us across half the city.
The blonde heroine kneeling at my feet pulled her lips off my cock and looked around. “I’m going as fast as I can! Just relax!”
“Easy for you to say,” I said. “But even after I cum, I’m going to be the one that has to fight him." I put my hand up against the artificial blonde hair that extended from beneath the mask. It was a wig, covering my sister's natural dark hair. “I told you not to go with the bodysuit.”
While I spoke, she’d been sucking again, but then pulled back to say, “Okay, fine, you were right, I was wrong, now will you just relax and think of something you want to fuck.”
It was hard to do that. I kept looking back towards the approaching Menace. He hadn’t spotted us yet, but he was done sniffing the air and had started stalking in this direction. Menace looked bigger and more threatening in real life than he had on the news or any of my videos… nearly ten feet tall with biceps I was pretty sure were bigger than my waist, not to mention razor-sharp claws I'd already felt and a tail like an anaconda. He looked like some kind of sculpture of a demon brought to life, his dirty bronze flesh and gleaming silver hair and claws didn't even look like something that could occur in nature, but he moved like a beast, muscles rippling smoothly under that metallic skin.
“Shit, I think he's got our scent. He’s coming this way.” A roar of frustration came from Menace, and I thought maybe he heard me.
“Should I stop?” she asked. “We can try to make a run for it again…”
But that was hopeless... our only chance was for me to power up. I pushed my sister's head back on my dick. “No, I’m almost there… keep going…”
Being a hero is not as easy as you'd think, from watching them on the evening news. They always look so powerful, so in control of everything. But the truth is, things you'd never even consider can suddenly become life-or-death issues. Our powers themselves were one of those issues... on our first they almost killed us when we unexpectedly appeared several stories above the streets of Crash City after a spot of incestuous sex triggered our powers for the first time. If we didn't adapt quickly, we might have ended up as a splat on the pavement, our career as heroes over before it had begun. Another issue we faced was our own overconfidence, when we discovered that even if you're nearly invulnerable, random drug dealers can still be dangerous.
I guess overconfidence was part of our downfall this time, too. What were we thinking, going up against Menace? Or 'What was I thinking?' might be a better way to put it. But I thought we'd always be able to retreat, and that turned out to be wrong... and now, what might get us killed was an issue we never expected to be that important... poor costume design.
I had warned her about that costume. It wasn't even that long ago... it was just earlier that day... maybe not even an hour, although with all the crazyness that followed I lost complete track of time. I was in my room, lying on my bed, casually listening to some music, thinking about things like homework, things I knew I had to do but wanted to put off. Part of the way I justified that to myself was by trying to arrange a schedule in my head, a schedule I almost never managed to follow. I was alone, but I saw a sudden flash of movement out of the corner of my eye and soon my sister was beside me. She'd teleported in, and pulled my headphones off. "I thought you'd be working on your costume," she said.
That was another thing I was procrastinating on, but not nearly as much. I'd done some work on it, but I needed to think about it some more. "I'm taking a break," I said. "Most of it's done, anyway." I got up and went to my desk, where I'd kept it hidden in a drawer under some books, so there'd be no chance of Mom accidentally finding it. I got it and held it up to my chest, showing it off.
Tabby wasn't impressed. "Looks pretty drab."
She had a point. It was mostly black, a little bit of blue, but not very inspired. "Yeah, I know. I can always change it later, but right now I'm trying to keep it pretty basic, until I can come up with a good code-name."
"Still no luck?"
I tossed the costume aside and sat down on my bed. "No! And I need to settle on something soon. We keep going out and you've got a name and I don't, people are going to start to think I'm your sidekick."
"Aren't you? I'm the one who took down those drug dealers while you were lying on the floor electrocuted."
I stuck my tongue out at her, but I knew she was just teasing. We could joke about it now. I started it, to make her less freaked out over what happened, so I guess I only have myself to blame. "It's your fault I'm having so much name trouble. A good duo needs to have names that complement each other." Let's just skip over the fact that it was my fault she was stuck with the name Taboo. "There aren't a lot of words that go with that. I've been thinking of Secret. Secret and Taboo."
She wrinkled her nose, confirming my instinct. I didn't much like it either. "I don't know," she said. "I don't really like it. Besides, it would be Taboo and Secret. Sidekick's name goes last."
I picked up my pillow and tossed it at her playfully. "Did you just come here to bust my balls?"
"No, I came to ask you to borrow the CoreWear programmer again. I need to make a few adjustments." She spotted it on my night table and reached for it.
I moved quickly and grabbed it before she could. This was an early generation one, looking like two staplers attached at the side, but the professional grade ones stood out and couldn't be shoved in a desk drawer. "Oh come on... you had it all of yesterday." We only bought one... even this model was expensive, and two would mean double the chance that our parents would find one and ask questions we didn't want asked.
"So? You weren't even using it! And you look like you've done most of it...."
I had, but that wasn't the point. "Yeah, but I can still experiment with styles." I clutched the programmer to my chest possessively, even though I knew she could teleport it away if she really wanted it. It was a matter of principle. She really had hogged it since we got the thing.
"I'll trade you." My ears perked up. "I went out and got you something. Well, I got us something. With some of that drug money." Tabby reached into the back pocket of her jeans, and retrieved something. "Catch." She tossed me a yellow plastic cylinder, the length of a pencil, but maybe twice as thick. I caught it easily, flipped it over, grabbed the catch on the side and pulled out the flexible touch screen to its full width.
I knew what it was as soon as I grabbed it, but I had to say it out loud, and I used the semi-derogatory nickname, too, just so I could emphasize how lowly I thought of it. "A Bananapad?" I made a face, too. "Why didn't you buy a Handy? Not like the higher price tag's a factor." Not if we're using drug money.
"Just because Handys are the most popular, doesn't mean they're the best, especially for us. BPs were invented by Montgomery Hatfield... you know, Little Monkey? He was a Headliner too, you know."
Of course I knew that. But the phones also looked ugly and had a silly name. "Yeah, but Hughes was one for longer, and had all that alien engineering knowledge drummed into his head..." Where would we be without Core and Hughes and those databases? Probably still with computers the size of a room.
"And most of that never sees the light of day. If it wasn't for his suit I'd think it was just marketing..."
"Oh, it's real all right. He didn't have to get bankrolled by Harpy to make get his Handy produced, either. And these flexiscreens suck for games." I poked at the screen, letting my finger make a depression which warped the picture, to illustrate. In order to avoid that effect, you had to brace the screen on a solid surface. They said the next version would solve that problem, but by that time Hughes' Handy would probably have a holographic interface or something.
"It's not for games. Listen, I know what I'm doing here. Hatfield and Harpy are both Spore Kids, so they take privacy seriously. Did you know ever since cell phones were invented, one of the ways the government monitors new Powered is by monitoring phone locations? Any time a normal cell phone travels between two towers faster than humanly possible, it gets added to a database. Handys have the same programming... but the BP doesn't. Hatfield didn't believe the government should be tracking Spore Kids, so he uses some kind of encryption or randomization or something, and you can turn the phone off completely by hitting a switch on the top. A Handy would blow our cover instantly. But with the BP, the only way someone can track us if we're making a call while flying."
"How do you know all this?" I asked, impressed. Usually I was the one who knew hero stuff, and Tabby was embarrassingly ignorant. Of course, I knew this stuff, I just hadn't thought about it or made the connection to our own situation.
She shrugged. "Looking up teleportation online. I'm trying to find ways to make my power less useless... there was a link to an interview he gave on how the government tracks Spore Kids. Anyway, we need some way to keep in touch in case we get separated on a mission. I hope you remembered to build in pockets for your uniform."
I shook my head. "Pockets look awful, especially when they're holding big stuff like this." The CoreWear wrapped around whatever was inside, leaving a distinctive bulge. "I'm going with a utility belt. You should get one too." I closed the Bananapad and looked over the little stick. "This should clip right in to one of the compartments." Maybe it wasn't such a bad choice. Don't get me wrong, it's still an inferior phone, but for us it worked.
Tabby pointed at the programmer device. "So, can I borrow that then?"
She had come through with the awfully nice gift. "I guess. But I thought you were done."
"I thought I was, but I noticed something, and... actually, I kind of need your help." She admitted it grudgingly. "I ran into kind of a snag."
"So do I finally get to see it, then? The big mystery?"
"It's not a mystery, I just wanted to prove I could design my own costume, without your expert advice." She said those last few words sarcastically, but I knew she meant it literally... it might annoy her, but I was the one to ask about hero lore.
That was so like her. "Except... you need my expert advice now." I smirked at her, savoring it. She may be smart in a lot of ways, but I loved when I was the one who knew things she didn't.
"Just on a few finishing touches. I tried looking it up online, but it's impossible to search for programming tricks, you keep getting sites claiming to teach you how to make CoreWear transparent at a distance." If only it were that easy.
"Okay, so what do you need?"
"I need to know how to make, like, part of the fabric not-quite-so skintight, without changing the rest."
"You can't," I said automatically.
"You have to be able to. It's supposed to be smart fabric! You can make parts of it different colors, you can make part of it see-thru, one-way." Thank goodness for that, or masks would be a pain in the ass. "Why can't it make just part of it not so tight?"
"I don't know, it just can't. Remember, Core came up with the color control himself by experimenting with his wife's Chromatic powers. Almost everything else he just stole from the original design. Maybe the Plejarans didn't need that." I always thought it was kind of egotistical for him to name it CoreWear considering he stole it from the bodies recovered from one of the alien crash sites.
Tabby shook her head defiantly. "No, there's got to be a way. Maybe you don't know it, but I know the real heroes have figured it out."
"Why do you need it?" I asked. It seemed like an obscure request, and everything I could think of that might require it could be better done in other ways.
She looked at me, then shrugged. "Okay, if I show you, you have to promise not to laugh."
"I promise nothing," I said seriously. "But if I see, I might be able to help."
She sighed. "Be right back." In a flash of purple lights, she disappeared. She was getting faster at that, at least where her own teleportation was concerned, although she still had trouble locking on a moving target. I kind of envied her powers. I mean, I loved mine, but I could do so much with hers.
While I waited for her I turned on the TV, flipped through a couple channels, finally settling on a talk show, and did a little bit of cleaning... picking up clothes off the floor and throwing them in the hamper. I don't know why, I guess it's cause Tabby's room's so spotless I get the feeling she's judging me whenever she sees mine.
Suddenly, she was behind me again. "Okay, remember... no laughing." I turned my head over my shoulder. "What do you think?"
It was like a dream come true. I mean it. It didn't even look like Tabby anymore.
She wore a tight, form-fitting costume of Core Wear, with gloves and boots. The majority of it was purple, which I guess she chose to match her teleportation effect, but the gloves and boots were red. Also red was a symbol on her chest, just above her boobs, a circle with a slash through it, like a no smoking sign except there was nothing in the circle, it was just black.
Okay, it was a tight costume... anybody with a body like my sister's would look good in one, and it wouldn't even scream 'professional superhero' to me, gymnasts might have something similar. The gloves and boots and logo helped with distinguish it from that.... what set it off though, was the mask. It covered the upper portion of her face, leaving pretty much just her nose, mouth, and chin bare. The mask was the same purple color as her costume, except the eyes, overlarge and white. One-way transparent, no doubt, or she'd be blind.
The master stroke was the hair. She'd attached a wig to the mask, completely covering up her normally dark brown hair with flowing blonde locks. With the mask and wig on, she didn't look like my sister anymore, it looked like some... heroine had just appeared in my room. A C-list heroine I'd never heard of, but a real heroine all the same.
If not for the TV, who knows how long I would have just stared at her in silence, a vision of superhuman teen beauty. But on the screen, a chubby redhead had just pulled off her own wig and shouted, "I'm not really pregnant, and I was born a man!" and her boyfriend, a black guy, moaned in disbelief and there was the bleep of the censor blocking out swear words.
The sound got my sister's attention, and she scowled. "I can't believe you watch this crap."
"What? Shatner's awesome. He's always got the craziest guests!" Still, I muted it and looked her over again. "It looks good."
"You think so?"
"Yeah... really good. So what's the problem?"
"Can't you tell?"
It was then I saw it. I should have seen it right away, I guess, but the shock of seeing her in a costume, with different hair, that kind of threw me, drew my eyes away from where they would normally fall. "Oh, wow," I said when I saw it.
CoreWear is tight, of course. Skin-tight, and ultra-flexible and stretchy. That's part of the whole point of it, in the protective Tight mode, it conforms exactly to your body. If you only have CoreWear on, it's almost like being naked and wearing body-paint. My costume included a cup for just that reason, otherwise my cock and balls would be completely outlined.
Tabby... she had nothing on under her outfit. That meant that her pussy was completely outlined, the ultimate camel toe. The fit wasn't close enough to outline the hairs over her pussy, nor did it go inside the hole, but it was practically indecent. A quick check of her perfect breasts confirmed that her nipples poked out, too.
"You just noticed this?" I asked suspiciously.
"Well, when I was designing the costume, I did it with bra and panties. But that leaves unflattering lines. And like, the major heroes don't have lines, and soon it was all I could see when I looked at myself in the mirror and..." she took a breath. She really had been getting worked up over it. I used to joke that her perfectionist tendencies sometimes bordered on OCD. "Come on, there's got to be a solution for this, right? I don't want to look unprofessional."
"Of course. There's a couple." Unfortunately, at that moment, I couldn't remember exactly what they were. I knew they existed, but I hadn't had to use them. But I had a reputation for being the know-it-all about hero lore that I needed to maintain, so I stalled for time. I kneeled down to take a really close look at her pussy, covered by a layer of CoreWear so thin-looking it might as well not be there. "Don't you know? I mean, even ordinary girls wear CoreWear..."
"Only sluts. And it's mostly in fashion in Crash City, not here in Cleveland. I was never really friends with any of the girls who paraded around like that."
I looked up to her breasts. "Well, for nipples you could use pasties... or just tape them down. I say you just leave it, it's cute." She let out a quick, scoffing exhalation, and I returned my gaze between her legs. "As for down here, the obvious thing is to attach a little pad or something right here." I let my finger fall in between her crack, and wiggled it. "On the inside." The same way she had attached the hair to the mask.
"I tried that," she said, shivering ever-so-slightly. "It doesn't look right... 's all bunchy."
"Right. Well, you actually can wear normal underwear too, it won't look too bad if it's a thong. The upper seam can be hidden by a utility belt. You'll need one of those anyway to carry the phone, right?" There was another way, and it was just on the tip of my brain, but I couldn't quite put it together. I remembered reading it and thinking, "Oh, that's so simple." But I couldn't remember what it actually was.
"I guess. But there'll still be lines down the front." She sighed. "I just don't want us to look like amateurs." I told you she was a perfectionist. I continued to wrack my brain... how did the heroes do it?
One thing was certain, staring into the outline of her pussy was only going to distract me more. "You're over thinking it," I said. "People won't even notice. What they will notice is this." I rubbed my finger in her crack again. Suddenly, I got an idea.
"What are you doing?" she asked, as her whole body shivered in surprise and, I think, pleasure.
What I was doing was finding the hole and sticking my fingers inside. The CoreWear resisted, but not much, a little like a condom, only way stretchier. Although the costume stayed outside her pussy hole under its own power, when I pushed in, it allowed me to get all the way inside. I could probably actually fuck her in her costume, it becoming a ready-made condom. But given how our powers worked, that led to another question, one I wanted to answer. "CoreWear's smart fabric, right? Well, let's see how smart." I looked up at her, and she looked down at me. "We have to find out, right?"
She knew exactly what I meant. We got powers through sex with each other, but it had to be unprotected. Condoms prevented us from charging each other up. But CoreWear wasn't a condom, for all that it resembled it in terms of stretchiness. It was an alien smart fabric, and some of the Powered found their powers worked through it. "I guess we might as well," she said, and spread her legs a little more to give me more access. "I think it will work, though. The costume stays with me when I'm intangible, at least." No wonder she had me eat her out the other day. Good, though. It would be a pretty useless power if it meant she'd be naked every time she passed through something.
"That's probably because of the tightness more than anything," I said. Tight panties stayed with her, after all, even if they were just cotton. "And if the costume does work like a condom, then you're going to need to redesign. Actually... you probably should anyway."
"What?" she asked. "I thought you said it looked good."
"It does. You did a great job on the look. Only thing I'm not sure about is the symbol." I pulled my fingers out of her pussy for a moment to point.
She looked down at it, pulling it away from her body slightly. "It's the international symbol for 'no.'"
"Yeah, but 'no' what? There's just black inside. No blacks? Way to blaze a trail for racist superheroes!"
She let the costume snap back into place. "It's supposed to represent evil."
"You'd be better off using something a little more mystical looking. Maybe the Japanese have a symbol that means Taboo in that religion of theirs, the one Stalin annexed the country over. Hell, you could just use the word 'forbidden' in Japanese and get away with it. People associate Japanese writing with magic."
"Stupid people. But yeah," she admitted. "I'm not happy with the symbol either. I'll keep looking. But what's wrong with the rest of it?"
"Again, it LOOKS great. But it's impractical. One-pieces always are. How are you getting in and out?"
She turned around to reveal her back. "Zipper." Yes, there was a zipper, but it was covered with a layer of the fabric so it didn't stand out unless you were close, it just looked like a line. Funny she wasn't worried about THAT line. Or her ass, for the matter. Her beautiful, perfect little ass, looked practically naked, the costume slipped right into her buttcrack, but she only worried about her nipples and pussy. I guess that wasn't unusual, there was a long tradition of female heroes and villains with butt-clinging costumes. Hell, there were plenty that had the CoreWear camel toe, too. That particular pussy problem was even more blatant from the rear view though, at least with me still at ass level and her bending forward slightly. I put my fingers back to work inside her while I taught her a lesson.
"Zippers aren't great. They can get stuck or broken. You should have gone two-piece like me, shirt and pants. Slip on and off."
"Who cares if it takes an extra few seconds. It's not like I'll have to go to the bathroom. And... unh... full-body costumes are classier."
"Classy's for old school heroes, the ones who've been around since the Sixties. You want hot, because you are hot. Maybe a short top and a miniskirt. Show off those sexy legs." With my free hand, the one that wasn't knuckle-deep on two fingers in her pussy, I stroked her leg. The costume she had on now showed off the shape of those legs, but it would look better with bare skin.
"I'm not going to dress like a slut."
I grinned. "Like you're not now... you're practically naked in a costume I can fingerbang you through." I shoved my fingers in as far as they could go, wiggled them around, then pulled them out.
She sucked in a breath and supported herself on my bedpost. "Practically naked's... not... naked. And I came here asking for help on that, remember?"
"A skirt would look better, that's all I'm saying." Then I realized, it wasn't just about looks. We were super-durable, but CoreWear did offer some limited protection beyond that. The last thing I wanted was for Tabby to get hurt. "But maybe pants are safer," I admitted. "Hey, you could still use a skirt as a separate piece on top of them, to cover up this little problem." It would have to be in CoreWear's Loose configuration, but.... It hit me then, the solution to Tabby's problem. I remembered how other heroines did it. It really was so simple. "But if you're set on this design, I know exactly how you solve that." It was a relief, too. Until I saw Tabby's, I hadn't considered how my own ass would look. The cup solved the problem in the front, but as things stood, my ass would be perfectly outlined... and I'm confident but not that confident. I wanted costume that was tight, but a little less exhibitionist.
So I guess I could understand Tabby wanting the same, as much as I liked looking at her. "You do?" her voice was wavering.
"Yep. Just let me finish off this little experiment, and I'll tell you." I grabbed her ass-cheek with my free hand and redoubled my effort on finger-fucking. I let my thumb press in-between her ass-cheeks, looking for her butthole. So far, Tabby had denied me the opportunity to experiment with anal sex and see if I got a power. Maybe she was worried it would hurt. But if I could play with her a little...
It wasn't hard to find, not with CoreWear clinging to her ass as tightly as it did her pussy. Nor was there any problem rubbing it. I could tell Tabby was pretty deep in arousal, and either it was far enough that she didn't care what I was doing, or she liked it. My thumb pressed more firmly, very slowly, threatening penetration but not actually going in. Her legs squirmed, her ass bobbed, and she let out a few grunting moans. She was just about to cum... there was no better time. I pushed my thumb in, feeling her asshole clench around it.
Her pussy clenched too, wildly, and I could see her looking back towards me, practically biting her lip to keep from shouting out as her whole body shook timidly. When it was over, she pulled away from me, my thumb came free, followed by my fingers, and she turned to face me. "You cum?" I asked, although I knew.
"Yeah," she said.
"And? What's the verdict? I don't want you to start a fire or anything, but..." I pointed to the glass of Coke I'd been drinking earlier. "Can you chill my drink?" That was the power she got from me fingering her. Heat and Cold projection. Better than what I got from her hands. "Or do anything else?" If my thumb was in her ass, maybe that would give her a different power.
She raised her hand towards the glass. A purple flash later, it was in her hands. Another, it was back. "Nope, still teleportation. I guess charging up that way doesn't work. Too bad."
I shrugged. "Of course, it could come in handy if we ever want to have sex without changing powers. You know, just for fun? I kind of miss that."
"Me too," she said softly, then shook her head. "So? What's the solution?"
"Oh, that." I tried to act bored. "CoreWear panties." Or underwear, in my case.
"What? Won't that have the same problem?"
"No. See, you make the panties in the Loose configuration, but size them so they're snug. They'll smooth out the shape, no camel toe. But the edges of Loose mode..."
"Still tend to act like Tight mode," she finished. "So it sticks." Much like her mask. It was the reverse of Tight mode, which had edges that were a little looser, so the costume could be removed, although you could tweak that, too. "And no lines where the two meet. Of course. Why didn't I think of that?"
I shrugged. "Cause you're not awesome like me?"
"Hmph. Okay, fine, you're awesome," she said, grudgingly. "So can I borrow the programmer now?"
"Yeah, take it. Just send it back when you're done with it, I still have some tweaking of my own to do." Adding underwear, for one. I think I had enough bulk material left for it.
It disappeared in a flash of purple light, sent up to her room. "Thanks. And thanks for the tip."
I shrugged. "No problem... of course, if you really wanted to say thanks...." she looked at me, waiting. "Nothing says thank you like anal sex."
She made a face. "Uh, no. What is it with guys and that?"
I stepped closer to her, getting into her personal space, hoping maybe she was still a little turned on. "Cause it feels good, obviously. For girls, too, sometimes."
She turned away from me. "Yeah, right. No girl I know likes it. They say it hurts."
"Not if you do it right. Besides, you're Powered right now... stronger and harder to hurt than normal." Not as much as I was, with the powers I had now, but all our power sets seemed to make us a little stronger, a little more durable, and with a higher pain threshold. Surely something as minor as anal sex wouldn't hurt at all. She seemed to consider the point, so I added, "Besides, we might get new powers."
She rolled her eyes, and I thought I might have blown it. "You might." We'd talked about this before, and she didn't believe girls came from anal sex, and we needed to cum to get powers.
"So, I'll rub your pussy while we do it. Come on, you've got three power sets, I've really only got two..."
"You do not. You got your super-strength and flying, your speed, and the negation thing."
"Yeah, some use that is. Big whoop, I'm immune to other powers..." We'd finally discovered that that was what happened when she gave me a handjob... although we just assumed I was immune to other powers... all we knew for sure was that I was immune to ours. She couldn't teleport me, and her heat and cold blasts did nothing.
"That could come in handy, sometimes."
"Maybe, if I could just turn it off and charge up with another power, instead of being stuck that way until it wears off. I can't exactly use it anywhere in Crash City... how would I get home when you can't teleport me?" The negation power, as we called it, even negated my ability to get other powers! It was ridiculous, and a good thing we discovered this at home. "That makes it practically useless. So come on, I deserve another power, right?" I wasn't above using pity to get what I wanted. I closed the distance again, letting her feel my breath on her neck, and my the bulge in my pants.
She looked away from me, towards the TV, and instead of answering my question, she said, "Something's going on." The screen said 'Breaking News'.
I reached for the remote control and unmuted it just in time to see a newscaster say. "-firmed reports of injuries." The screen cut to a map of Crash City, with a dot labeled 'Menace'. "Witnesses are saying that Menace appears to be in a violent rage, and is on the move. Police are on the way, but they advise citizens to exercise extreme caution if they're in the area, stay indoors and off the streets."
"Oh, man, Menace..." I said in awe. "Do you think we should...?" I felt it in my heart, that this was our moment.
In the background, the TV flashed a photo, both the monster and the thin, unassuming dark-haired man behind him, and while we argued a newscaster gave the brief bio they always have prepared about celebrities for when a story hits... in this case, to fill air-time while they were waiting to get live footage of the current crisis. "Arthur Ferber was a physicist working with Fermi's team studying the Plejaran site in the immediate aftermath of the '47 crashes, where he got exposed to the corrupted alien repair mechanisms..." Some file footage of the event was shown, him standing with Charles Core looking over debris.
My sister was less sure about our ability to take him on alone. "Shouldn't the Headliners handle it?"
"They're overseas, I think. There's no way they could get back in time."
"...Ferber was one of the majority who showed no obvious symptoms, and so after the site was ordered cleared, he returned to academia to pursue a life out of the public eye. This changed when the machines inside his body were exposed to the Spores in the 60s, sparking a recurring transformation into the powerful creature known as Menace." The news showed some grainy footage of Menace fighting the military.
"Well then, other heroes should do it... ones more experienced... I mean, this is Menace." Her costume made her look like a hero, but her posture was all insecure. I probably should have listened to that. "He's dangerous... surely somebody else..." She didn't finish, just trailed off and looked back to the screen, as though hoping they'd announce somebody had already arrived to handle it.
The newscaster herself now appeared on screen again to finish the rest of her prepared bio. "...Sometimes hero, sometimes living up to his name, despite associations with the Headliners, he's lived an intensely private life and often in hiding. In recent years he has been living in seclusion, with his transformations supposedly under control. That no longer seems to be the case. This is the first time in nearly a decade that Menace has been on a rampage, but according to all reports, that does seem to be what's happening now. If you've just joined us..."
"All the more reason to go," I said. "If other heroes are on their way, this is our chance to hook up with them, network. If not... well, somebody has to step in and protect people." She still seemed unsure, so I said, "Who better than a teleporter to evacuate people in danger?"
"I just don't think we're ready..." I was going to back off, but then she took a deep breath and said, "Okay. If we can help, we should try." She looked down at herself, though, and pulled at her camel toe. "But I can't go like this..."
"Nobody's going to notice," I said. "But I have to get my costume on too, so, you've got a few minutes. Throw on some panties or something, there's heroing to do!"
Not long after that we were back in Crash City, both of us in our costumes for the first time out in public. It just felt right. CoreWear's comfortable, like a second skin, combining the best aspects of being nude and wearing clothes. It provides just enough lift on dangling bits to be flattering (on women, at least), without being restrictive. You have almost complete freedom of movement, and yet you don't feel naked. Even if my cock was on display for the world and not hidden behind a cup, I'd feel like I was wearing something... and of course, with the high quality stuff, no matter how thin it looks, it's at a more-or-less comfortable temperature whether it's twenty degrees or a hundred. Yet another way they put the 'smart' in 'smart fabric.'
I didn't have long to check myself out in the mirror before we left, but I thought I looked okay, although I was worried Tabby was right... it was a little bland. It was basically just a black costume base with stripes of dark blue running down the sides starting from just under the arms, blue boots, and a blue belt now holding my new phone and a little bit of cash, just in case. Not just bland, but forgettable, without even a cool insignia, but that would have to wait until I had a name. My mask covered my hair, leaving just a square around my mouth and nose open. The hair flattened to my head, giving it a rounded look I wasn't too sure about, but other heroes pulled it off, so I thought maybe I was being over critical.
My sister looked much as she did when we saw the news, only now, if you looked closely, she had a visible panty-line, and a bulge in one of her pockets where she carried her phone. Neither of us had time to put the CoreWear underwear together. The cup covered my junk, but I hoped my ass looked good.
Although I'm the one who flies, Tabby was the one in the driver's seat until we homed in on Menace. She couldn't remember the area clearly enough to teleport directly to where he was last seen, and so she popped us there in a series of short hops.
Now, aside from his durability, one of the things that makes Menace, on a rampage, such a threat is that he's very mobile. It's hard to pin him down, he can leap long distances and with his claws and barbed tail he can cling to the sides of buildings, and his animal cunning seemed to have figured out that cops don't want to fire the big weapons where civilians can get hit. And that's pretty much where we first saw him, clinging to a tall building. Actually Tabby saw him first. "There!" That was followed immediately by, "Eww, he's naked!"
"That's probably just his tail..." I started as I tried to follow where she was pointing, but then I saw him. Yep, he was naked. His bronze cock just hung loosely in a thicket of silvery crotch-hair. "I guess he must not have been wearing his CoreWear underpants." Ferber usually wore them, just in case he changed unexpectedly. He was a skinny unathletic guy, and most normal clothes that would fit him would tear when his body got coated with the metal-like coating and he grew to more than double his size.
"I'm going to try to teleport him somewhere with less people," she said, and raised her hand. He started to be surrounded by the purple haze of my sister's teleportation effect, but it suddenly fizzled out. "What the hell! Now I can't teleport Powered, either?"
"Of course you can, you can teleport me..." There was an explanation, though. "Menace is immune to lots of things, though... fire, cold, electricity..." The last was another reasons he was a particular threat, electricity being one of the standard tools in the police arsenal against the Powered... one which worked quite well on me. "He's probably immune to your mojo. It's okay, you can handle evac duty." I cracked my knuckles. "Just get me close and I'll take him down." I hoped. "We know he's not immune to punches." Unkillable, at least that's what they said, but physically beating on him was one of the few ways you could wear him out.
"Okay... you ready?" I nodded. "Be careful, okay?" I just gave her my cocky, confident grin.
In a flash of violet, she was gone. Or rather, I was, since I was the one who moved. I was now on top of a different building, the very one Menace had been climbing up. I peeked down over the ledge, and there he was. He was leaning half in and half out of a window that he'd smashed open. Over his growls, I thought I could hear screams, so I straightened up, took a deep breath as I shook all my muscles to build up courage, and then jumped down the roof and directed myself onto the beast.
It was a little like hitting a brick wall. He barely gave when I attempted to tackle him, but I braced myself off the side of the building and managed to pull him off the wall and into the air, probably chiefly because it happened too fast for him to respond and he only had a loose grip.
My plan was to get him away from any place he could grab onto, and that much worked... we were over the street, but the next part of my plans didn't work out as intended. I wanted to do what Tabby suggested... fly him somewhere safer, less populated. But I wasn't really flying anymore... we were falling. Very slowly, but we were headed for the ground.
The weird thing was, he wasn't all that heavy. It was like he was just pulling me down, despite having nothing to pull with. Of course, I was a little distracted at the time, because Menace had gotten over his initial surprise and was fighting back. I'd grabbed him from behind, both to avoid contact with his dick and also in the hopes it would put him at a disadvantage, but while his tail was whipping around and batting at me from behind, his massive firsts were pounding at me as he shouted "Kill you!" And those fists hurt, like the slap of a gunshot over a huge portion of my body all at once. When I finally realized what was happening, with respect to our altitude, I figured it would be better to just let him win... he was trying to get me to drop him, and if we were going down anyway, I'd better do just that. Better than drop, I'd throw him at the ground.
I didn't want to hurt anybody, so I aimed at a parking lot, hoping against hope that I didn't hit a car with anybody in it. Success there, he landed on pavement, but he also landed on his feet and immediately started looking around. His gaze fell on the inside of the restaurant the parking lot served, and it looked like something inside had caught his interest. I had to get his attention again, so I dive-bombed him. I probably should have tried to talk him down first, but that rarely works and I wanted a crack at him.
Hitting him was more brick-wall pounding fun, but I got him to stumble and snarl at me, and flew back out of range before he could strike back. I wasn't down at street level long, but I did get a chance to see some purple flashes from inside the restaurant, which made me feel even better. Tabby was on top of her part of the job, getting them out of harm's way. And I could fly, while Menace couldn't. I figured I could just keep him here and keep doing that same trick, getting close enough for a hit and then dodging back. I was even starting to get a little cocky. That always seems to be my undoing. However, in my defense, it's only natural to be when you're as awesome as me.
It was only my second approach that my cockiness hurt me... he got me. It was the tail that tripped me up. I was flying at him, arms extended, and I saw him crouching like he was going to grab me on my approach. I figured I'd just dodge out of the way and maybe hit him on the side, or miss altogether and just go in for another attempt later. I did the dodging part okay, at first, sailing past the arms that reached forward trying to grab me, when suddenly I felt myself jerked back as something grabbed my legs. I didn't know it was his tail then, because I was almost immediately slammed to the ground. It was so sudden, I just had the feeling of something grabbing me, and then it was like my whole body was cracked like a whip, and I was on the ground.
He moved impossibly quickly, his tail still on my leg and then his hand grabbed my shoulder. My face hit asphalt, a couple times, and then his bicep curled around my neck. "Kill you!" he growled again, and I thought there was a good chance he might succeed. The hits I'd taken may not have done any permanent damage, but I had no idea how long my super-powered body might be able to survive without air.
"Let him go!" I heard suddenly. It was Tabby's voice, punctuated by the breaths of intense physical activity, and she sounded very close. Menace snarled, and the force around my neck loosened, and I was able to slump down on my knees and look up, where Tabby had one hand around his own meaty bronze neck. She was trying to punch him in the face with one hand while at the same time kicking him in the back with one foot.
I elbowed backwards with as much force as I could muster, getting him right in the stomach. Of course, that made him angry, and he's not fun when he's angry. He kicked me and I was suddenly a few feet away, but at least the tail had lost its grip, which meant I could take to the air and get the upper hand again, as soon as I managed to get my bearings.
Unfortunately, before I could, I saw Menace dealing with Tabby. He'd already pulled her off his back and before my eyes, threw her with tremendous force. My eyes followed her and I couldn't do anything to stop it as she slammed, back-first, into a concrete pole near where the parking lot turned into the street. If she was unpowered, she might have broken her spine, and for a dizzying moment I was worried she might have done just that. I can't even remember what I was thinking, but I was on the edge of snapping and either breaking into tears or pounding Menace to dust... but then I saw her roll over and start to get up. She was hurt, but it wasn't critical.
"Tab...boo, are you okay?" There didn't seem to be anybody else around, but I was trying to get into the habit of calling her by her code-name.
My sister groaned, and got up on her hands and knees. "Yeah. Just a little... ow... I need a second."
I wasn't the only one watching her, Menace was too, which provided a strange little breather on the fight we'd just been having. But while I was watching my sister in concern, hoping she wasn't too hurt, Menace was watching her, on all fours, her ass pointed generally towards him and clad in a skin-tight outfit. His nostrils flared repeatedly and he said something that terrified me more than anything else. "Fuck you!"
That wasn't an insult, it was a statement of intent. Menace almost never referred to himself directly. It was never "I'll kill you," it was just "kill you." So what he meant was, "I want to fuck you," or maybe "I'm going to fuck you."
If I didn't know this little tidbit from the trading cards, it would have been obvious in another way. Menace had an erection. His dick jutted out, looking practically obscene. Big too... I mean, it's hard not to notice that, his was bigger than mine, although in my defense, in ratio to body size, I was pretty sure I came out ahead. But whatever the size, I wanted it nowhere near my sister. Her pointing her ass at him on all fours must have triggered some primal attraction, and Menace is nothing if not motivated by primal urges. "Shit, Tabby, 'port away, he's hot for you." It sounded so ridiculous, thinking later on it, but at the time it felt like an urgent warning, and luckily one Tabby took to heart... although, a little too slowly for my comfort.
I guess she was still a little dazed from her attack, because she'd just managed to turn around and looked at him dumbly as he approached her, cock swinging, so I jumped him from behind and got my arms around his neck this time, and although it was so huge that I couldn't really choke him I could certainly pull him back. Doing so meant his tail beat at me and his arms clawed at my arm, even cutting through my costume and into my flesh, but that was a small price to pay. I saw Tabby vanish, and I let go and took to the air.
I knew I couldn't stay up there forever. Menace had a healing factor... you could take him down, of course, but you had to keep hitting him... give him too long to recover and he did just that, recover. So I went in for another attack, being much more careful about his tail, and hit him across the side of the face. On my next approach, he clocked me as I hit him. I didn't even see it coming. It's hard to believe something that big could move that fast. I think it was a backhand he hit me with. I withdrew to rub my face, mostly to make sure I hadn't broken anything. My bones are durable as fuck, but the cartilage on my nose might be another matter, and, more importantly, I could probably hide any other damage, but something happening to my face risks my whole identity.
There was pain, but nothing obviously out of shape and my hand didn't come back with blood on it, so I reoriented and came back for another attack... when I saw a car dropping on Menace's head.
It appeared right above him, in a swirl of purple, and landed with a crash that could be heard for blocks. Glass shattering, metal crumpling, and Menace went down beneath it.
"Looks like I'm not so useless afterall!" I heard, and had to search around before I found her... she was on the roof of the restaurant, raising one hand in the air in a cheer. I grinned at her.
The hunk of wrecked metal rose up and Menace shrugged it off his shoulders like an inconvenient scarf, although you could tell he was pissed off and, I hoped, hurt. He was looking upward too, like he heard Tabby and knew she was the one who'd hit him.
And then he sprang. It was quick. Seeing it on video, or from a long distance, doesn't do it justice, it was like he was looking up one second and the next he was in the air. I shouted out a word of warning, and she disappeared. I didn't see where, at first, and the creature landed on the roof with a snarl of confusion. "What's the matter, Menace?" I called, to get his attention back on me and not try to find where Tabby might go. "You think with that ugly face you're going to get any?" Of course, rumors said, when he was in his more rational phases, he actually does okay with the ladies... I'd say I can't understand it, but his daughter Little Miss Menace showed up frequently in my own masturbatory rogue's gallery. I guess if big muscular guys were your thing, his monster features would just be more alluring.
My point wasn't accuracy, though, it was getting him mad, and it succeeded, he jumped towards me. I was in mid-air at this time, which made that an especially stupid thing to do. I mean, I could change my position, he couldn't change his approach once he'd left the ground. So I neatly sidestepped (or side-levitated?) and let him sail past me, giving him a kick in the side in the process.
When he landed, he decided to stop jumping at me and start throwing things. He pulled on the front of a car, tearing the bumper off, looked at it a moment, like he was disappointed he hadn't picked up the whole car, but decided that it would do the job anyway, and lobbed it at me.
Dodged that one too, and looked behind me as though wondering if I should try to catch it just in case it was on track to hit somebody. When I looked back, another car was falling out of the sky towards Menace's head.
This time, Menace saw it and scampered out of the way at the last second. It was the same car as Tabby had used the first time, although now it was looking significantly less car-like. Purple surrounded it, and it looked like she was going for another hit, but nothing happened.
"Oh, shit..." I heard, and found her then, she was beside the Drive-Thru menu sign, and looking up at me. "I'm out."
My heart sank for a moment, then I swallowed and flew towards her. That was enough of that. There was no way I was going to let this fight continue while my sister was just an ordinary, unPowered human. Especially now that Menace had seen her too and seem to be a little fixated on her.
I got there first, and stopped to pick her up in my arms before taking to the air once more. "Okay, we're out of here," I told her.
"What about Menace?"
"We did our part. Let somebody else finish him off." The image of her being slammed against that pole refreshed itself in my mind. "Are you okay? You got hurt pretty bad."
"I'm okay. I'm... actually tougher than I thought." She looked at my shoulder, raised one hand up to touch where he scratched me, baring skin. "What about you? Your uniform's torn."
"It'll heal. Smart fabric, remember?" Given enough time it would knit itself back together, or when I got home I could just use the programmer to do it manually.
"That wasn't what I meant. He drew blood."
"Only a little. It doesn't hurt." It did, but I took a glance... wasn't even bleeding any more. I thought I'd get her mind off it, I knew how she worried. "You did great back there. That thing with the car was brilliant."
She winced. "I hope they have insurance. Stupid, I should have just used the dumpsters, but I wasn't thinking." Typical Tabby, comes up with a brilliant plan and then beats herself up over the fact that it wasn't more brilliant.
"Don't worry, nobody lives in Crash City without a Powered Policy."
"And it drained my powers too fast... that and the evacuation."
"You did great."
We flew quietly for a little, and finally she said, "Alex?"
"I think Menace is following us."
I whirled around so fast I probably made Tabby a little nauseous. There he was, behind us, hopping from building to building, like a robotic grasshopper, and somehow, he definitely seemed to be very nearly keeping pace with us. "Shit."
"Maybe you should go faster."
"I'm pretty much at my limit." Now, I can fly pretty fast, compared to walking, but in these early days especially, it was nothing dramatic... a little over a hundred miles per hour, maybe one-fifty if I really pushed myself, a little more if I was aiming downward and got a boost from gravity. Twice that if I wasn't carrying another person. "Don't worry, he can't jump this high, at least." I hoped not, anyway.
"Maybe we could use it to our advantage," Tabby said. "Lure him outside of the city... then we hide somewhere, have a quickie to power me up, and... take care of him."
"It's an idea," I conceded, although I was still nervous about her being in the fray. Suddenly, I grinned as another idea struck. "We could do it in the air," I suggested. "Two birds, one stone."
"Where anyone can watch? No, we've got enough of a lead that we can hide somewhere and do it quick."
We suddenly lost about thirty feet of altitude. "Uh oh."
"I think I'm running low on power, too..."
"You're messing with me, aren't you?"
I shook my head. "I wish I was. We're going to have to land soon." I couldn't even be sure how much time I had, but it would be very bad if we became normal humans in mid-air.
"That's it, from now on we fully charge up first, before going out."
Not wanting to risk that my sputtering powers would cut out completely while we were in mid-air, I landed us in what looked like the edge between a poor residential area and a bit of commercial development... a little mini-mall and a self-store facility. I landed at the mall first, honestly, thinking there'd be more places to hide in the stores, and it took me a second to realize that there'd be less people in the storage place. I flew there and found us a spot in between two buildings and let my sister down. I still had my Power, but I could tell I was running on fumes. "I don't think we have much time for foreplay," I joked. "Let's just bang it out quick."
She grinned, and reached behind herself for her zipper... and her face fell. "I can't..." she said in frustration, and then turned. "Can you do it?"
That was when I saw. The zipper was damaged. First, and most obviously, the little dangly bit, the pull tab, was completely gone. That wasn't a big problem, but when I tried to force it down with my finger, it just wouldn't go.
"It's stuck," I grunted. "You must have hit it against the pole." She must have hit it directly against the pole, in fact, and squished the metal against the teeth in the fabric.
"Well, what are we going to do?" she asked, with a panicked voice. "Tear it off?"
I tried pulling at the fabric, but it stretched too far to make that a realistic possibility. "I could cut it if I had something sharp enough but..." I left it unsaid. We both knew I didn't. Another thing I needed to put in my utility belt.
"What are we going to do?"
We stared into each other's masks... she was scared, I could see it. "There's still a way to give me powers..." I suggested tentatively.
"Speed?" she asked. "You'll just run out again before long." Our early experiments had confirmed that. The more I used speed, and the faster I went, the quicker it ran out. That was one of the reasons I didn't use it much. I've run out in as little as twenty minutes before, and I'm not even sure I was reaching my top speed.
Still, you could do a lot in twenty minutes, and I could stretch it out by using it sparingly. "It buys us time. I can get us away to a safer place, find something to cut you out of that thing."
"Okay, fine." She knelt down on the ground and pulled the bottom part of my uniform down, from under my belt. No zippers to mess with. Two piece uniforms are so much better all around. I'd told her.
Tabby's mouth opened to admit my stiff prick, and I ran my hands through her faux-blonde hair. With that and her mask, it was almost like somebody else was doing it... it even felt like a different person, with the forced urgency of the act. But the same incident that was making her head bob up and down on me, trying to get me off as quickly as possible, also prevented me from appreciating it. I looked back, over my shoulder and around the corner.
To my disgust, Menace had landed at the mall. And he seemed to not be happy that he lost sight of us. He was looking upward, like he spotted something in the sky, and I hoped another hero might be coming to save us, but no, he turned around slowly, and I realized that he was trying to catch our scent. Or maybe he already had. He had animal senses, they said.
“Come on, hurry up!” I whispered, knowing it was bad to even speak, he could probably hear me. I was saying it more to myself than to her.
“I’m going as fast as I can! Just relax!”
“Easy for you to say,” I said. “But even after I cum, I’m going to be the one that has to fight him. I told you not to go with the bodysuit.”
“Okay, fine, you were right, I was wrong, now will you just relax and think of something you want to fuck.”
It was hard to do that. I checked back over my shoulder again. “Shit, I think he's got our scent. He’s coming this way.” Menace roared. Maybe he was tired from all that jumping, or maybe he was afraid of losing the scent, but he was moving slowly, in a crouch that occasionally became a scamper on all fours.
“Should I stop?” she asked, speaking quickly. She took another suck and pulled away to suggest, “We can try to make a run for it again…”
I pushed her head back on my dick. “No, I’m almost there… keep going. Come on, come on, come on...”
That was more talking to myself... Tabby took it as instruction though, her tongue swirled around the head of my dick like she was trying to polish it.
I've heard all the time about the thrill of danger being an aphrodisiac, and I've felt that at other times, but right then, I was doing my best to put the danger out of my mind, because it wasn't helping. Maybe it's because the danger wasn't just to me... Menace would probably do unspeakable things to Tabby, and that scared me even beyond arousal.
He was getting closer... I didn't see this, but I could sense it. Maybe it was half imagination, amplifying every sound and indicating that it might be him. He had to have been moving slowly... if he raced, he would have been here already. The only thing I could think of is that he was worried about losing the scent... or he was going slow to intimidate us. If so, it was working.
Tabby went down farther, and I tried to focus on the sensations, the fact that it was a hot superhero, in costume, going down on me, one of my all-time favorite fantasies, and the fact that it was also my sister... well, icing on the cake. My cock responded, pulsing, and I could feel that creeping sensation of increasing pleasure, but still too far from a climax. If only I could just force myself to ejaculate.
Why can't I? I asked myself, suddenly. I still had a tiny bit of reserve power, I hadn't felt that characteristic slackening of my muscles that signaled my return to normalcy. When I was Powered, I had more control over my body, I could get hard at will, stay hard even once I'd cum... I could control things normally beyond my control. Why not orgasm?
Because if super powered people could orgasm at will, they'd just keep doing that forever... as much as I wish that was the case, it wasn't in my abilities... but I could, as it turns out, make it happen faster, just like I could delay it. I concentrated, told myself to let go, to ejaculate, to shoot my cum down my sister's throat... and suddenly, I was ready to. The pressure built up and I exploded, emptying my balls and at the same time feeling a renewed rush of power.
I pulled out, still dribbling cum down Tabby's chin, and then slowed down my perception of time and looked around the corner. There he was, just feet from us. Another two seconds and we'd have been dead.
One big problem remained. I was Powered, Tabby still wasn't. And Menace was too close for comfort. I reached down, picked her up, and raced her around another corner at what must have been 200mph. I did my best to accelerate slowly and then to decelerate slowly when I stopped, but I probably freaked her out and I think I knocked the wind out of her. "Are you okay?" I asked. Although it probably came out as "Areyouokay?" She nodded with what seemed like exaggerated slowness, and I said, "Hide, I'm gonna rile him up and then lead him away." Before I could see her reaction, I zoomed back to Menace.
He looked like he was ready to follow again, adopting a pouncing posture, and in fact that's what he did when I appeared in front of him, but I was too quick. I sidestepped him neatly. Too neatly. It was like he was in slow motion. After realizing he missed me completely, he looked back and said in a growly voice that had the hint of a question in it... "Pussy..."
I didn't think it was an insult, I thought he was after Tabby. Basic, primal urges. Well, protecting your family's a basic, primal urge, and I was filled up with it. "No pussy for you," I said. "Time to face..." This would have been a perfect time to announce my superhero identity. Unfortunately, I still hadn't decided on one. So I just finished, lamely, with, "Me."
I boldly ran in front of him. As accelerated as I was, it wasn't even dangerous. He was fast, but I was way faster. His tail lashed out trying to trip me up, but to me it was like a log rolling very slowly. I hopped over it easily, and gave the monster a kick aimed to make him stop thinking about sex. Right in the balls.
There's sort of an unwritten code about targeting the junk in hero fights. You're not supposed to, unless it's life or death, and although of course some villains don't obey the standard (especially girl villains who can occasionally be brutal about that), a surprising number do. And Menace was at least, theoretically, a good guy, or a poor victim trapped inside a rampaging beast... but right then, I didn't care, even though I could have hit anywhere on his body, I went for the balls. Twice. Part of it was strategic... I had a little bit of super strength with this powerset, but not much... about as much as Tabby does when she's a teleporter. The genitals were the softest target. But in all honesty, most of it was that he pissed me off. Besides, he chased us down, I was perfectly willing to retreat from this fight earlier.
It was almost too easy. No, scratch the almost, it was too easy. He hunched, first, trying to protect himself, but I was too fast for that even to be an option, the blows were landed before he could get his hands in the way. After that, he doubled over in shock and pain. He wasn't down, but his erection sure was, and after that, it was the beginning of the end. He tried to fight back, but I was moving so fast he couldn't keep up and kept launching punches at other areas, the throat, the temples, the stomach.
The last punch, the stomach punch, made him topple over on his stomach. I launched a kick at his rib... that one hurt... most of my attacks hurt a little, except for the one to the balls, but I must have hit super-dense bone there and that one hurt more, and I was almost ready to call it quits and save the rest of my super speed for getting Tabby out of there, when I noticed he was shrinking. He must have started his transformation back to human form.
That could only mean one thing. I'd done it. I'd defeated Menace.
Me. I took down Menace. One of the big ones. He was even a Headliner for a time. He's fought some of the toughest heroes and villains in the world. And I took him down. I'd proven I had what it took to be a hero. It was all over in a few minutes of fighting.
That should have been my first clue. It was too easy. He wasn't fighting at his best, and I'd hit him with far less than what it'd taken to defeat him before. But I didn't think about that then, I was high on my victory. "Tabby!" I called, and then remembered. "Yo, Taboo! I did it! I took him down!" I saw my sister peek out behind the corner, and then tentatively walk towards us. "You got your camera?"
"I left my phone back where we first fought him," she said.
We'd wind up going back for it later, but there was no time for that then, so I retrieved my own Bananapad stick from my utility belt and ran up to hand it to her. "Use mine. Get a picture of this. I need a picture of this." After this close call, I wasn't sure we'd ever go out to take down a Powered foe again... and if this was going to be my last hurrah as a hero, I needed a momento.
She unfurled the flexible screen and aimed the camera, as I raced back to get into position, my foot resting on his back. She took one picture, and I said, "Another."
Tabby looked back from the camera screen to me, and then called out uncertainly. "It doesn't look like Menace."
I nodded impatiently. "Yeah, he's changing back. That's okay, everybody knows Ferber's Menace anyway... take more."
"No..." Tabby said. "I mean, that Ferber guy... it doesn't look like him at all." I looked down and saw what she meant. The last of Menace's muscles were gone, and the metal-seeming coating had been absorbed back into his skin, and in the place Menance once was, now lay a scrawny naked guy... a scrawny naked black guy. "Since when was he black?"
I took my foot off of him, and backed up to get a better look. It was... nobody I'd ever seen before. Whoever I'd defeated, as much as it looked exactly like Menace... was somebody else. "Who the fuck is this guy? And how did he turn into Menace?"
"And what do we do now?" Tabby asked
Suddenly, our first superpowered slugfest had become our first mystery.
Next Time: Investigation!
That was awesome. Super super awesome. I can't wait to see more of this.
Im so excited! Even if this wasn't an elit I'd love it.
Perfect superhero name for Alex: 'Verboten'. It matches Taboo so well, puts their names on equal footing as a full partnership, and strengthens her alias for whenever he slips and calls her Tabby again, because he's probably not going to ever be able to stop doing that completely.
Also, 'V' and 'T' are similar in basic shape, so they could co-ordinate their costumes that way. Maybe with a stylish pair of badges instead of going for the old-fashioned chest symbol.
Hmmm, interesting... I'll have to consider that one.
Thanks! I just posted it up at my ASSTR site, http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ along with our first letter column which might not be of much interest to people considering this thread almost works the same way. Still, it might be interested if anybody's ever wondered about what it might take to adapt one of my stories.
Next issue will be told from Tabby's perspective, which I'm looking forward to. It'll also, finally, let me get back to exploring some of the family dynamic instead of just the superhero side and Alex and Tabby's sex life. I wanted to do more of that, but there just wasn't room in these last two.
However, all of that will have to wait. Because, after a short break to relax and recharge, I must go into hibernation again in order to work on the editing of a little something I like to call My Private Camwhore 4. It will almost certainly be the next thing I post. But don't expect it immediately, it's big.
Ha, and my ADD brain just came up with a silly connection. he always accidently calls her Tabby, if you did take Verboten (which would eb kind of odd, such a german codename)... Taboo > Tabby, Verboten > Verb (he IS all action xD)
Well on the name front you could turn it into a kind of in story joke that he never picks a name, with Tabby forced to refer to him as partner all the time and the media calling him "The Hero With No Name" or something similar.
Updates, finally! Awesome, keep going.
Or just 'Bo for short?
This is a crowning jewel of a masterpiece. We need much more. I like everything you post but this is the best story wise. I would read this even if it didn't have sex scenes. Just excellent plot premise and great characters.
My favorite author returns with more awesome meterial Yay!
This really is excellent, I'm glad to see you back and posting again.
I like how you posted three times to the same update
Hey, long time reader, just gotta say, thanks a shit ton. Really enjoyed this and many other of your works, but this one most of all (so far!). The worldbuilding is very nice and the fact that it's superheroes just makes it all the better.
Keep on keeping on man.
I wish today was like a year from now so we could reasonably be at a point where he bangs Sally and eventually Mom for different powers or in an emergency situation. Goddamn, though. I've messaged you on your site a couple times but I've gotta do it here, too. Good fucking job.
Simply amazing. Keep it up!
Absolutely fantastic thus far. And a very nice break from MLC, though that is still my favorite series.
This one's a bit longer than I'd intended. It's possible that I might later revise and break it into a two-parter. As usual, still editing, and posting will be slow (in part to figure out whether and where to make the split). But I can get started at least...
Relatively Powered (mf, inc, cons, superhero)
#4: "Investigation" (Additional codes: mf*, 1st, anal)
"So, Tabby, who's the guy?"
I leaned into the mirror, applying lip gloss, and looked back at the reflection of my sister who asked the question. Sally was watching me, lying on my bed, right under my poster of sexily brooding Tom Felton. I frowned, which made me notice my furrowed eyebrows and become briefly paranoid about whether they were tweezed evenly. They looked okay, but when I made certain expressions, I wasn't 100% sure. "What guy?" I asked.
"The guy you're going to see."
"I'm not going to see a guy," I told her. "I'm going to the library."
"Right," she said, full of sarcasm. She didn't buy it. "But who's the guy you're really going for?"
I rolled my eyes in disdain to try and convince her she was imagining things, that I didn't have any hidden agenda, I was just going to the library for school. The problem was, she was right... I was hiding something. I wasn't even going to the library at all, except to use as a spot to teleport away from. And the only guy was... our brother. So it wasn't exactly a date. We'd been secretly superheroes for a few weeks now. Nobody in our family knew, which was the reason for all the subterfuge. "What makes you think there's a guy?"
"You took a shower, and you're putting on lip gloss and you're all excited. For your date."
"It's not a date," I said. You don't date your brother. "It's just a project."
"Sure. What's the project in... French class?" She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, wiggling it around like she was sloppily kissing some invisible guy. "The library's got a check out section, but not a make out section."
"There's no making out!" I insisted, but the very thought made me flush. It was crazy, he was my brother... you don't think about making our with your brother. You don't get your heart jumping just from imagining it. But then, you don't have sex with your brother either, and Alex and I had been having sex a lot.
That was mostly because of our powers. That's how we got them, through sex, and we had to recharge them that way. That wasn't the only reason we did it... otherwise we never would have started. It's just every step leading up to it felt so good... wonderful in fact. Even if it was wrong, sometimes you just have to go with the feeling, you know? Before we learned about our powers, I just couldn't say no to him, for some reason, when he wanted to fool around... and after... after, we were doing it for a noble purpose. Like the previous day when we took down a rampaging monster that looked just like the much more famous rampaging monster Menace. We probably saved a lot of lives that day... if we stopped having sex now, stopped being heroes, it'd be practically irresponsible.
We almost did, though. Stop, I mean. We almost died, when our powers ran out prematurely. And I got really hurt, even before that. As though reading my mind, Sally looked up at me while I dropped the towel to put on my t-shirt. "Does that hurt?" she asked. I could see her staring at the back, so I turned to look at it in the mirror, the long ugly bruise running from one side to the other, just under my shoulders and just barely covered by my towel. It was a purpley color, darkest around the middle.
"A little. It looks worse than it is."
"Yeah, but when you fell down the stairs it must have hurt a lot, right?"
"On the stairs, I fell on the stairs," I corrected her. That was my story and sticking to it exactly was important. "I didn't exactly go tumbling down a whole flight. I just hit my back on the top one."
"But it hurt?"
"At the time," I said, trying to sound blasé about it. And it worked. Sally didn't seem worried about it anymore. I had enough about people freaking out about it. That's why I didn't tell Mom and Dad, they would have wanted to take me to a doctor. I told Sally though, because she caught me touching it and wincing shortly after we got home. I swore her to secrecy. The only other person who knew was Alex, who was there at the time I got it when I was flung into a concrete pole. He really freaked out. In fact, that was the reason we almost stopped being heroes....
"It looks worse than it is." I'd said the same thing to Alex, right after getting back home, as I changed out of my costume in front of him.
"Wow, I hope so," he said, looking at my naked back, for once with no sexual interest. If anything, he seemed contrite. "Because that looks painful as hell."
"It's not bad," I said. "I mean, it was, but when I'm Powered up it doesn't hurt much." Except when you touched it. I pulled on my shirt.
"You could have broken your back..." he pointed out. I shrugged. That hurt a little. "What were you thinking jumping on him like that?"
"Well, what was I supposed to do? I tried teleporting you away and it wouldn't work." Actually, to be honest, I'm not 100% sure I did. It all happened so fast and it was kind of a blur. "If you prefer, next time I'll just let the monster strangle you to death."
"There isn't going to be a next time," he said, pouting a little. "We're not doing this anymore. We're out of the hero biz."
"What?" It was crazy, absolutely crazy. He had to talk me into this, and now he wanted to pull out?
"You got hurt, Tabby!" he snapped, like it should have been obvious. "You could have died."
"We almost died," I pointed out. He shrugged, like that was unimportant. "Come on, we can't quit... this was your dream!" Ever since we were kids he wanted to be a hero. One of my earliest memories was watching him mixing together Pepsi, Sprite, Root Beer, and Lucky Charms in the hopes that it would turn out to be a secret formula that would give him powers. It didn't work, but it tasted better than you'd think.
"Yeah, but... it's not worth it if you get killed. Do you have any idea how much that would destroy me?"
And I did. I could see it in his eyes, how much that had spooked him. He cared about me, so much, more than I could believe. I already knew he'd give his life for me, and that was incredible enough, but now he was willing to sacrifice his own lifelong dream just to keep me safe? I've never felt so special in my life. My heart felt like it was going to fill the whole room, and I felt dangerously close to crying, I was that overwhelmed. I also knew that he wasn't just saying the words, he meant it, he'd quit for me, and although he'd never admit the possibility I was scared he'd probably resent me for it later. Not a lot, maybe, but even a little was too much.
That's why I had to do it. "Too bad," I said, swallowing up my feelings and trying to sound tougher than I felt. I felt like... well, just for a second, like I wanted to fall into his arms and kiss him and keep kissing him as long as he'd let me. "You don't get to decide for me. I can help people, and I didn't really get hurt. I'm going to be a hero, and you can either come along and be my partner, or you can let me do it alone." After I said it I had a moment of doubt... what if the reason he wanted to quit was that HE was too spooked about almost dying? "If you want to quit because you're scared for you, okay. But don't use me as an excuse."
"You... want to keep going?" He could hardly believe it.
I smiled. "Of course. It's not like we're that much safer here. We've already got super criminals trying to kill our family." That was an exaggeration, although not much, because more likely we'd be kidnapped rather than killed, to force our dad to give up secret government weapons research. "We were going to take them down, remember?"
He shook his head at me in wonder, but I could see the little edge of his lips curled up into a smile. "You're crazy," he said.
"It must run in the family." I hit him on the arm playfully. "Besides, there's no way I'm letting you make us quit right when we get to my strong suit..." He tilted his head quizzically. "The investigation. We've got to at least try to figure out how that guy who wasn't Menace became Menace, right? We don't know even know if the guy's a victim or monster." We dropped him off at the police station with a note, but from what we heard that night, he was released shortly afterwards. The guy said he didn't remember anything, and we certainly couldn't provide proof he was what we said. We could have handled that better. "I figure, since we can't find the real Menace, we go interview his daughter, see if she has any insight." The smile was open now... I'd changed his mind, we'd be staying heroes. "You wanted a team-up, right?"
Yeah, on second thought, I'm going to split it into two, so I'm going to need to do a bit more writing to beef up each individual installment. The part just posted is unlikely to change (although the codes no longer apply), but the next parts would have, so.. maybe a couple days till I get back to this.
Sorry, I guess I really should have made that decision before I started posting.
just this taste was enough to get me excited. Can't wait to read the rest. The amount you write is fantastic.
After I slipped my bright yellow t-shirt on, I dropped the towel completely. I was already wearing my CoreWear panties, but the shirt was long and covered it from view... anyway, I don't think my sister would have recognized them for what they are, especially since they didn't have the super-cling of CoreWear in Tight mode. That done, I stepped into my closet and pulled out a pair of long white slacks, tight but only coming down to halfway down my calf.
"You're wearing that?" my little sister asked in disgust.
"What's wrong with it?" The truth was, it didn't really matter... it was just something to put on until I changed into my costume. But I didn't think it looked bad. It was bright and suitable for spring.
"Nothing's wrong with it. But it's not... hot. And if you want to nab a guy, you've got to look hot." She brightened up. "I'll help!" she offered, cheerily, leaping to her feet. "We'll get something really sexy. A skirt... something really short. That'll throw him off balance, every time you move he'll be hoping to catch a glimpse of what's underneath."
I shook my head, but was unable to stop myself from grinning. It was cute that she wanted to help, but boy was she barking up the wrong tree in this case. "I'm not wearing a short skirt," I told her. "And what do you know about sexy? You're twelve." And luckily, she didn't dress any hotter than I did... jeans and t-shirts were her most common school outfit, although now that it was summer, she wore shorts a lot more.
She pouted at my doubt. "I know sexy. I watch TV." I grinned anew. "Besides, the other day I was voted 'Sexiest Girl' in my school."
"A few of the guys in my class."
A shiver of fear went through me. "Like, how... you weren't... doing anything, right?"
"Of course I was doing something... we all were..." Uh oh. "We were posing in the library, and the guys voted." I relaxed. If it happened in the library, it probably really was just kid stuff. Pretending to be models and walking an imaginary catwalk, maybe. For a second, I was worried she was, like, flashing them or something. My little sister was only twelve, which is a little young, but the days when everything starts to be about boys creep up on you when you don't expect it. I didn't want her to grow up too fast... and I certainly didn't want her to make the same mistake I did.
"Okay," I said. "But, be careful. You know guys will sometimes say anything to get you to do something for them, right? They can be very convincing..." There was a pang, and I thought back to my first time having sex, back in Crash City, with a blonde boy in my grade named Zach.
He was my first love... okay, the first love that I thought had any possibility at all. The first love I can remember was a kid on Malcolm in the Middle, and there were plenty of other celebrities, not to mention guys closer to home who were out of the question because they were way older, not to mention... other reasons. And of course even when I noticing boys my own age I was still totally obsessed with Tom Felton, from the Edward Twilight movies, even to the point of downloading that BBC series he was in when he was younger, about British Spore kids hanging around London. But Zach, with his short blonde hair and swimmer's build and piercing blue eyes, was the first guy I was in love with who looked like he might love me back.
And for a time I thought he did. He said he did. That's why I gave him my virginity, on my bed, in my room... not this room, and not the bed my sister was just on, but in Crash City, our apartment, an apartment that no longer exists.
I can still picture that room clearly, every picture on the walls and my mirror, (including plenty of Tom Felton, but also friends, family, other planets, anything that caught my interest and I thought was beautiful). Almost all of those pictures are gone now, abandoned in the ruse that we were dead, supposedly in storage for if it ever became safe to be ourselves again, but I don't even need them... I can visualize where they were. Which is probably why that place was the first one I teleported to, although with the slight complication that the building no longer existed and so we appeared several stories above the construction site of what they were building to replace it.
That room was where Zach kissed me, not for the first time, but for the first time that we didn't have all our clothes on, and then went on to do more. At first, Zach and I were just doing homework in my room, working on an assignment together about the structure of plant vs. animal cells. I was doing most of the work, but I didn't mind, he was cute and funny and sweet, and was glad we could spend time together. We'd grown close over the summer, and school had just started up again but we hadn't had much alone time, before now, and I felt on top of the world. Of course, I was also nervous... not just of being with a boy I really liked, but also because I wasn't supposed to have boys in my room, not alone and with the door closed. But nobody else was home. Mom and Dad were taking Sally (Lucy, then) to a baseball game, Alex was hanging out with friends and likely to be gone for hours. It didn't make me feel any better, though, because games get rained out or cancelled, and my brother could drop by at any moment, and I could get in trouble.
He persuaded me to put the books aside and just talk for a bit, on my bed, and then we didn't do any talking, he just looked at me, deep into my eyes, and it felt like he was looking right through me, seeing my soul. "What?" I asked, finally unable to take the tension anymore, worried that he was staring at something that was wrong with me that he'd just noticed.
"Nothing... it's just you're so beautiful." What girl doesn't melt a little when a hot guy says that, right? I blushed, and looked away, and somehow he had slid close enough to touch and direct my chin back. "Don't look away, I want to see your eyes." So I looked back at him. "Do you ever feel like you're in... like, the perfect moment? Like your whole life's been leading up to one instant, and you didn't realize it until you were right there?" I didn't say anything... my mouth opened and closed a few times, but I couldn't think of anything to match that. And, more importantly, he was leaning forward. He was about to kiss me on the lips. We'd kissed before, but it was always brief, experimental, with a bit of a laugh behind it, like we were still mostly friends, only just pretending at being boyfriend and girlfriend, goofing around, playing with fire. When his lips touched mine, I thought, this wasn't playing anymore, this was fire. Tentative at first, and then another followed, bolder, longer, and this one I lost myself in completely, he was pushing backwards and I found myself on my back, with him on top of me. I'd been sitting cross-legged, but had untangled myself and my legs intertwined with his and I was very conscious of his hands, under my shirt. I was okay with that. When they unbuttoned my jeans and started sliding under my panties, that's when I broke away a little.
"Are you sure we should..." I considered myself respectable, you know, not the kind of girl to jump into sex... up until a few weeks earlier I thought I was going to save myself for marriage.
He looked into my eyes and said, "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I want you. This is the perfect time, can't you feel it?"
"I know," he said softly. "Neither have I." Bullshit, but I believed it at the time. "But I want to... I'm in love with you, and right now the only thing I want in this world is to be closer to you. Don't you want us to be closer?" I did, more than anything just then. So I let his hand slide in, rub around my slit, not going inside, missing my clit entirely, more of a grope than anything, probably the one area where he wasn't especially smooth, but I hadn't had anything better then and wasn't picky, I was already wet and he kissed me again, and that was all I was thinking about, that, his tongue, and the swarm of butterflies in my stomach. "See, I can tell you want it too." And I did. I let him pull off my shirt, and then he pulled off his, and I looked at his smooth, fit body. He played baseball and basketball... didn't make the football team, but just barely. He looked good.
Soon we were making out, me in my bra and panties, and him in his boxers... and then my bra came off, and he kissed my nipples like he was worshipping a goddess. I could feel the hard, warm lump in his boxers.
"We can't," I said again, but it was weak, and he sensed that, and kissed my neck. He pulled back, then lifted my legs up on his shoulders, and pulled at my panties, looking in my eyes, waiting for my permission. I gave it, silently, and off they came. He slid to the side and pulled off his boxers. He was hard... smaller than I thought he'd be, since I had seen porn and that gives you a bit of a warped perspective, but he had nothing to be ashamed of, and his dick bounced around as he moved like a happy puppy about to go for a walk.
"You want to hold it?" he asked. I was curious. I grabbed it... it was warm, so warm, and it seemed to move on its own. "You want to suck on it?" That request made me make a face. It always sounded disgusting, and I never understood how girls could do that. "Come on... lots of girls do it."
"To you?" I asked.
"No, but to my friends."
I shook my head. "I'm not comfortable with that... at least not yet." I let go of him.
"Okay... but we are going to do it, right? Make love?" He directed me as though it was a foregone conclusion, moving my legs in front of him and spreading them apart, and I let him.
"You know it's illegal, right?"
"If I have to break the law to express my love for you, then send me to jail." He was closer now, and I could hardly believe it was happening. It had moved so fast... last year at school we were just classmates, then friends for a while, and now, as of a few weeks ago, we were a couple. Or so I thought, even if nobody else knew. I guess that means we weren't actually a couple, because we hadn't made it official by telling others. I wanted to, but he wanted to wait, said he liked it better as a secret between us and he didn't want to taint it by involving all his friends and my friends in our lives. And now he was about to put his hard penis inside of me and take my virginity, become my first, the one you remember forever. I'd always wondered about sex... no matter how much you read about it and see it in movies, and even touch yourself, it doesn't quite tell you all you need to know. It's one of those things only doing it explains. Would it feel wondrous and magical? Would it hurt? Would I feel it when he came inside me?
That thought stopped me short. This wasn't just a fantasy where I could play with that thought while I squeezed my thighs together, it was reality. "Wait..." I said. He didn't, he slid his cock against my crack, and I saw a glistening drip fall, and that scared me even more. Some memory of sexual education class came back, a teacher saying that some sperm even come out with precum, and that alone can get you pregnant. I slid back a little, and repeated. "Wait... we need a condom."
"It'll be okay," he said. "I don't want anything to be between us. I love you, and you love me, right?"
"Yes, I love you... but... I'm not on birth control," I said. That gave him a little bit of pause for consideration. "Please. I don't want to get pregnant, at least not right now."
"You can't get pregnant your first time," he said.
I should have known it was a line, but I had faith in him... I thought he was just misinformed. "You absolutely can. And it's the worst time for me." That was a lie, on my part, but I thought it was a little white one. I was close, but still a few days out, and it certainly wasn't safe. "Please. You have to. There's a bowl of condoms on a shelf in the kitchen." One of my mom's little quirks, she told us in no uncertain terms that she didn't want us to be doing anything sexual, but that if we did, we should be protected.
"No, I've got one," he said, and fished around in his pants until he found his condom. He pulled it out, the shiny foil packaging catching the light, and considered it like he wasn't sure he should. "Are you sure you don't want to risk it?" he said. "For our first time, it would mean so much."
"Then we should put off our first time. At least until I get on the pill. And it takes about a week after that before it's safe."
He looked between the condom and me, and then tore it open. I guess he didn't want to wait. With practiced ease, he slid it down his dick, and then pulled himself on top of me, and I felt the head of his dick pushing into my hole, straining it, and then... a sudden shock of pain, like something inside me had torn. I cried out. "It's okay," he said softly. "It's okay. I've got you. I've got you."
It hurt, but I didn't really have any option... he was on top of me, bearing down on me, and pushing in and out, and I'd have had to hit him to get him to stop. The pain was all that was on my mind, and shutting my eyes so tight that he wouldn't see any tears, and I remember thinking, "If it was so meant to be, why would it hurt?" But I let him continue, and soon the pain faded, and it did actually start to feel good. The sensation of him thrusting into me, filling me with a part of himself, felt like our souls were touching. I couldn't feel the condom at all. The feel on his lips on my cheek, even the feel of his sweat as his body rubbed against mine, all of it felt like good, natural.
It didn't last long. Just as I was really starting to enjoy it, and think that I might be approaching a different level of enjoyment, I felt his whole body tense up with a sudden rigidity. I looked at him and his face became a mask of what looked like pain, and then he collapsing on top of me, breathing heavily. It was over. It wasn't everything I'd expected, but I still felt special, loved, glad that I'd passed some new threshold in our relationship, one I knew would last until the end of our lives...
No such luck. It was my first time, but it was no longer a good memory... because almost every time I thought about it, it got tangled up with another memory, another moment, just days later...
I was walking to school, and as soon as it came into view, I saw something else, something that bothered me. Zach, laughing with Wendy Burns, a new girl I didn't like, leaning up against one of the handrails of the stairs going up to school. One of Zach's guy friends, Brian, was there too, but she was clearly laughing with Zach, and put her hand on the back of his neck, playing with his hair far too familiarly. Consumed with rage, I walked up to them, smiled my sweetest smile, and said, "Hi."
Zach looked at me blankly, not smiling at all, although he did pull away from Wendy, just a little, as he said, "Oh, hi."
It was like our earliest conversations, back when we didn't have much in common or know what to say to each other. I tried agian. "So..."
"Oh, right, you need my half of that assignment," he said, almost coldly, then looked to Wendy, gave her a genuine smile, and I swear the bastard's eyes twinkled and said, "Listen, I need to deal with this, Wendy... I'll see you in class, okay?" She nodded, waved, and took steps backwards before turning and going inside. His friend also withdrew, but only to a nearby wall where he pulled out his Handy and started texting.
Zach dug into his bookbag and gave me some drawings of different cell types and close-ups of different structures he did for our science presentation, the one we'd been working on when he convinced me we should go all the way. That was the majority of his contribution, drawing the cells. "Here you go."
I guess I didn't get the hint. "So, we doing anything later? Maybe go out?"
"Uh, no, I think I'm going to be busy. For, like, the next couple weeks. I'll let you know."
It was then I got it. No guy's busy for a few weeks when his girlfriend's asking, not when they just had sex. Unless... "What... did I... do something wrong?"
"No, you're great. But you know, I don't think a relationship is going to work out, not the kind you want."
"But... but..." I lowered my voice so only he could hear it. "I gave myself to you."
"I know. And I appreciate it. But don't make a big thing of it. It didn't mean anything to either of us. You wanted it, I wanted it. It was just one of those things. Biology, you know?"
"It meant something to me..." I said, the tears starting to flow.
"Come on... don't get emotional. You always knew that you were more into me than I was into you..." I did not know that, at all, he made me feel special like I was the most important girl in the world. Maybe I was deceiving myself, but I was also deceived. "You used sex to try and win me over... I'm not trying to call you a slut or anything." That's exactly what it felt like he was calling me. I didn't jump him or anything, he persuaded me, although it took me weeks to accept that was the way it happened. For a while he had me actually thinking that he was never really interested and that I'd done everything I could to tempt him. "It's just what girls like you do. I mean, don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it... but I just don't think we connect." I felt like I was going to die, right there, and that it couldn't get any worse, but it did, when he said, "We can still be friends, in school... I know who to call on when I need help with an assignment, right?"
I wiped my eyes, and he looked a little uncomfortable for a second, and then slung his bag over his shoulder and went to talk to his friend while I just stood there, processing how all my dreams for the future had just shattered. Worst of all, I could hear them talking, just barely. I don't think they were trying to let me hear them, I've always had pretty good ears. Their words were faint but clear. "How was she, anyway?"
"Not bad. I've had better, but not bad, if you can get over listening to her babble on."
"She let you in the rear hatch?" He grinned, thinking he was clever.
"No, I didn't try. She wouldn't even let me cum in her mouth..." More like I hadn't even let him put it in... although if he'd been really insistent, I would have.
"Lot of girls don't like the taste..."
"...and she like made me wear a rubber when I fucked her, so..."
"Shit, that just means she's scared of getting pregnant. They're even easier to convince for anal. She looks like the kind of slut who'd take it in the ass. Should have given it a shot, bro."
I couldn't hear any more, because another bunch of students passed by chattering, but I didn't really care. I wasn't even trying to listen, they happened to be talking just loud enough for me to hear, and I was frozen in place, trying to decide what to do next. I was supposed to go to school, but my body just wanted me to turn around and run home and pretend to be sick or something. Especially if it would mean walking past them. Finally, when I felt the other people pass by me going inside, I knew I couldn't run, I caught my breath, stemmed the tears, and joined the flow.
Before I got to the doors, Zach stopped me, and gave me the winning smile he'd used so often on me before. "Hey, Tabby, wait..." I stared at him. "Look, about what I said before... I don't know, I was a jerk. The truth is, I've never felt like this before, and I guess I just got scared. It got too real for me. Do you think we could talk about it, maybe after school? You could come to my place?"
I looked over his shoulder and saw his friend Brian, watching with a huge grin on his face, and I knew that for all Zach sounded convincing, it was just another ploy, to get a little more. I pulled my backpack off my shoulder and swung it at him angrily, but I didn't connect. Zach danced just out of the way and Brian cracked up. I didn't take another shot, just grabbed the door handle and went inside. He wasn't worth it.
I shook my head to shoo away the memory, and the hurt associated with it, although for a fleeting moment I knew I could have been swept along to the school by my powers. For all that I hated him now, I learned an important lesson from Zach. Guys will say anything to get what they want. And once they've got it, you learn what you really mean to them. Sometimes I wonder if Zach came to my funeral. The fake one we had when we went into Witness Protection, I mean. I know they videotaped it to watch the crowd for the people after Dad, but Mom wouldn't let us watch it. I hope Zach was there and that he realized what a jerkhole he was.
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"I don't do anything," my sister insisted again, after my warning. She said it like I was badgering her, but really I was just looking out for her. "But trust me, I know exactly how much I can show, without really showing anything." That worried me a little, but I put it out of my mind as I remembered again that she said it was the school library. "I know how to be sexy... if I wanted to be. And what you're wearing now doesn't cut it." She abandoned my closet and started to dig through my dresser, where she pulled out a long t-shirt and looked at it for a second. "Hey, isn't this Alex's?"
I felt my cheeks burning. "It must have slipped in with the laundry," I explained, and then snatched it out of her hand. "Anyway, I'm not going for sexy." And she had no business digging through my stuff anyway. I swear, I was this close to teleporting her into her own room. Luckily, that was the only way she risked discovering my secret identity... my costume was safely hidden.
"You should be... if you're going on a date, you should always be going for sexy."
I felt like pulling out my hair. Or maybe hers. "It's not a date!"
"And it never will be, with that attitude." She stared at me, like she was looking right through me. "I know you, this is some guy you're hung up on and he doesn't even know you feel that way." She pulled out some soft short shorts. "Here, if you don't want to go with a skirt, try these. These shorts will still have his eyes focused on your legs and butt. You could accidentally drop a pen and bend over while he's watching. It'll cling to your bum."
"I'm not wearing anything other than this, because this is not a date." I said the words slowly, hoping it would get it through her thick skull. "Got it?"
"Fine," she said, and got this evil little gleam in her eye. "You know, maybe I'll go to the library today too. I mean, I like books."
She barely read school assignments. Outside of the Edward Twilight series I don't think she's ever cracked a book without being forced. But that wasn't why she was suggesting it, she was trying to get on my nerves. The problem was, she was just infuriating enough to tag along solely in order to prove me wrong. "You're not going to the library," I warned her. I say 'warned' because the "or I'll kill you" was pretty implicit in my voice.
"Why not?" she asked with exaggerated innocence. "I mean, if it's not a date?"
"Because I don't want you tagging along and bothering me when I'm trying to do work."
"I wouldn't bother you. And if you don't let me, I'm going to tell Dad you're interfering with my attempts to enrich myself, and he'll make you take me."
"Don't you dare Lucy!" I snapped. "I mean Sally."
"Ha-ha, you used the wrong name," she taunted. "You have to put a dollar in the jar." She sidled up beside me and looked at me in the eyes, but through the mirror. "I don't see what the big deal is. Just admit there's a guy you like."
Sometimes, she was just impossible to dissuade. I sighed, and decided I'd have better luck letting her think she won. "Okay. There's a guy. But I don't want him to think I'm too eager, and I don't want anybody to know I like him, okay?"
"I knew it!" Sally smirked a victory smirk.
"So you'll leave it alone?"
"Of course." Not two seconds passed before she asked. "So, who is he?"
I let out a groan of frustration. "If I promise to tell you later, will you leave me alone for now?" I could make up something, given a little time.
She grinned. "Deal. But remember, a promise is a promise."
"Only if you keep up your end." She danced away from me, then grabbed her handheld game and, finally, left me alone to finish getting ready.
On my way out I ran into Dad. He was putting his briefcase by the door, getting ready to leave himself. I'd been jogging down the stairs from the second floor, but the moment I saw him, I slowed, my smile faded.
I don't know why. I love Dad, really. We used to be really tight. Alex was always close to Mom, and with me it was Dad. We both liked science, and back when we lived in Crash City on clear nights we'd sometimes sneak up to the roof of the building with his telescope and look at the stars, or check in and try to see one of the monitoring stations on the Moon.
But it seems lately I can't look at him without being a little mad. I guess it was because, when you get right down to it, he was the reason we all had to leave our lives behind. And now, probably, he was the reason we had powers. That was what we'd guessed, anyway, because nothing else made sense... that he'd accidentally brought something home from work that contaminated us. He works with all sorts of top secret stuff, stuff he can't even talk about with his family.
I guess the powers were a good thing... and even moving, well, it had its good points. That didn't matter, I still felt... maybe mad wasn't totally the right word. Disappointed. I used to think he was perfect, but he'd screwed up and put us all in danger, and, to accidentally expose us to something from work? Irresponsible. So of course I was disappointed in him. And I was mad too, not for what he'd done, but just because he wasn't perfect.
I wasn't actually hostile to him, usually, but I pulled away, and I didn't smile instantly when I saw him anymore. "Hey Sunshine," he said, seeing me.
"Where you going?" I asked flatly.
"But it's a weekend." Another reason I was mad, I guess, he always seemed to put work above everything lately.
"Sorry, honey, they need me." He checked his tie in the mirror, then looked up at me. "You're going to the library?" I just nodded. "You want me to take you? It's on my way."
"No," I said. Then, trying to keep the sneer out my voice but not doing very well at it, I added, "If you can't trust me to go somewhere on my own I might as well use the Boyds. It's what they're there for, and they'll have to wait outside for me anyway."
He looked a little hurt, and part of me felt guilty at that. Another part was glad. "You know it's not about trust, right? I just want you kids to be safe."
"If they know we're here, or can find out, we're never safe," I pointed out, although that wasn't necessarily true anymore. We had powers, we could defend ourselves. "And if they don't, treating us like prisoners isn't necessary." Logic sometimes worked on Dad. It seemed pretty logical to me.
"I know you guys hate it. Hey, you never know, maybe they'll bust the guys after us and we can all go home." But I knew he didn't believe it, he was just saying it. "Going to come say goodbye?"
I went over to him and gave him a hug...he was still my dad, and I still loved him. Maybe my hug was a little less enthusiastic than his, but it was genuine. "I just hope the Boyds stay outside," I said. "You know how hard it is to make friends here when I feel like I'm being watched all the time."
"I'll let them know," he said.
It was actually only one Boyd. Mark, who was a little cute if you liked much older guys. Boyd wasn't really their real name, but it was their cover identity... they were assigned to pretend to be our Uncles and give us rides to and from places where we could easily walk or take the bus (or I could now teleport!). He arrived a few minutes after Dad's ride, and I left with him. He talked to me a little, which normally I don't mind, but this time it meant I had to lie and make up stuff about the project I was going to work on. So I kind of just pretended I was in a bad mood and answered in the shortest way possible. Poor guy, he probably thought I was pissed off at him or something.
At least this time, a ride was better than walking. I chose a big reference library, not the nearest one, so I could wander around for a while and convincingly get lost inside. One of the cool things about my teleportation power is that I thought I could tell if somebody was following me, and it didn't seem to be the case this time. The first couple weeks we were here, we had that kind of excessive protection, but by that day they were just, like, obsessed about giving us rides to or from places. I guess so they could check for somebody following us. But they'd leave us more or less alone once we were actually there. So, after walking through the library long enough to convince myself it really was safe to pull a disappearing act, I ducked into the washroom, where I knew nobody was going to follow me in. Once I was sure nobody was in there, I teleported back home.
Unless I'm teleporting somewhere in the immediate area, the process always starts with a memory of where I'm going, or somewhere near to it... the more emotionally charged, the better. I don't know why, it just makes me lock on to the location. I've tried places I remembered but that didn't have much emotional attachment, and I can usually go, but it takes a lot longer, a lot more concentration. I have to remember all the details of the place, instead of how the emotion felt. Once I'm locked on I can choose to redirect where exactly I'm going, within a certain distance. I was going to my brother's room, so any memory from our home would lock on close enough to hop right to the room, but for some reason the one that came to mind took place in the laundry room...
I actually like doing laundry. It's weird, I know. In Crash City I never did, because you had to go downstairs into the smelly old room the whole building used, and too often all the machines were already taken so you'd have to either wait around or go back up. But when we moved to Cleveland and got our own washer and dryer, I liked it. Firstly, because there's no chance of anybody else screwing up and washing the wrong thing the wrong way and ruining one of my favorite outfits. Mom's usually pretty good but she's done that a few times. But there's also something very relaxing about sorting and, after, folding, and while waiting for it to be done, I often took a book with me and read.
I never would have admitted it to anybody at the time, but there was a reason I read my book down there instead of waiting upstairs. At a certain point in the cycle (the spin cycle), it started to vibrate, and if you leaned against one corner of the machine... well, let's just say it felt really, really good. Better than a shower massager.
But there's also the fact that my brother's bedroom is attached to our laundry room, in the basement. That means I usually don't dare enjoy the spin cycle when he's home, but I enjoy other things about him being there. I always liked hanging out with him, even before we started doing anything sexual and discovered we had powers. Sometimes when I was washing clothes, if he heard me out there and he wasn't busy, he'd come out to talk. I liked that. Since the government faked our deaths, I didn't have nearly as many friends as I used to.
This time, the door to his room was closed, and had been since I'd started the latest wash cycle. I already had one load finishing up in the dryer, while one was washing. I was reading, rereading actually, the second book in the Edward Twilight series, Starseed. When I put the load in, I was at the part where Isabelle's friend Jacob revealed he was a Spore Kid, that he'd been seventeen for longer than she'd been alive, and had already zoomed past a hundred pages to where the East German skinhead mystics tried to rape Isabelle and steal her virginity. You remember, that climactic moment where it looks like all is lost, and Edward returns to save her, just in the nick of time? That's when the spin cycle kicked into gear.
I was wearing a short skirt, and my bare thighs were already squeezing together as I visualized them pinning her down helplessly, forcing a kiss on her and then pulling her pants down and away as she cried, helpless to resist. I knew the moment was coming and was getting hot anticipating it, and when the spin cycle kicked on, it was like it was fate. Alex's door was still locked, and so I decided to risk it. I hopped off the folding table and pressed the front of my skirt up against the side of the intensely vibrating machine while I read.
I chewed on my bottom lip while the waves of pleasure, and, occasionally, a little bit of pain, ran through me, making my pussy feel like it was caught in the same type of arousal spell as they used on Isabella, spreading outwards over my whole body, and I felt helpless to resist.
Then, suddenly, I heard the doorknob turning.
It seemed to take an impossible amount of strength to do, but somehow potential fear of embarrassment won out over the need for pleasure, and I jerked myself back a step just as the door swung open and Alex stood there, a little surprised to see me, like he didn't know I was there. "You okay?"
"Yeah, why?" I thought for sure my voice was shaking.
He pointed at my face, though. "You're all flush." I couldn't see it, but I could sure feel it... it felt like all the blood in my body was either in my face, or down below.
"I'm fine," I said. "It's just hot in here."
He nodded, and then headed upstairs to use the bathroom... that must have been the reason he came out in the first place. While he was gone, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, and then noticed that the dryer had stopped while I was enjoying the spin cycle.
Well, that was one way to get my composure back. I put my book on top and opened the dryer door, and then bent over to start pulling clothes out. I heard Alex coming back down the stairs, and for a while, I thought he'd just went directly into his room again, but when I turned back, I saw him just standing there, looking at me. "What?"
"Nothing," he said, a little too quickly. I kind of gave him a squint-eyed stare. "Just that skirt you were wearing is awful short. I can see your panties when you're bending over."
The blush that I'd just managed to work down returned. "It's laundry day," I said, turning away. "It was the only thing I had clean." Suddenly paranoid that he'd see through my lie, I added, "Or at least the first thing I found. Anyway, you shouldn't be looking."
But of course, the truth was, part of the reason I wore it was the hopes that he might look. The skirt was too short to wear at school and maintain a decent reputation, but here, I was safe. It was like a little game, to tease him, let him look, even when I knew he wouldn't do anything... or thought I knew, anyway. I never dress like a slut out in public, and certainly try not to act like one, but it was kind of fun to pretend when I was at home, and what with barely being noticed at school, it felt good to know somebody, a guy, was secretly checking me out... even if it was my own brother. It gave me a little thrill to know I could have that effect on somebody that should be absolutely indifferent towards me, and I guess I got to like that thrill. Eventually this little game would cause me to give him a handjob, and once that door opened, more was inevitable, but at the time, it was just a game and a boost to my ego.
Usually Alex was a bit more subtle about it and actually tried to hide that he was looking, instead of pointing it out. But today, maybe because I was still turned on by the sexy book and the vibrations, it made me feel absurdly glad that he did, even if I had to pretend otherwise. In fact, he stood there, maybe even continuing to watch, as I returned to gathering my clothes from the dryer.
Eventually, he spoke again. "Hey, Tabby, you wanna play some Hypercube with me? All the other people on Black Freighter right now are kind of douches, and it's not as much fun playing solo."
"I don't know," I said. The pirate game wasn't my favorite, but I kind of wanted to be talked into it anyway. Like, if he really wanted to hang out with me, he'd try to convince me, right? "I was thinking of getting a jump on some homework. I've got a presentation due next week and I haven't even chosen who I'm doing it on..."
"So? You've got a whole week," he said. "What's the assignment, anyway?"
"We have to deliver a profile on a Powered personality and talk about how they affected the world, along with an essay."
His eyes lit up and he grinned. This was pretty much his forte. "I've got the perfect idea. I had an assignment like that last year, only mine was just the essay... I did mine on Little Miss Menace. You can do the same thing."
I scowled at him. "I'm not going to cheat and just copy your assignment."
"Who said anything about copy? Besides, I don't have it anymore... it was on my computer back in Crash City." Now it was his turn to scowl a little. It's been months, and he was still pissed that he wasn't allowed to take it. But the expression soon faded. "I'm just saying you could take my idea... do your own work, of course, but the idea's gold. See, I talked about how Little Miss Menace is effectively a Spore Kid, even though she's not subject to any of the laws, and whether that was unfair and set back civil rights, or has been helpful in changing people's perceptions over the years. My teacher loved it, because everyone else was talking about ones who saved the world or defeated communism and shit, the stories everyone's heard a million times before. Hell, I probably even have some videos you can use for your presentation."
"Maybe," I said. It was a good idea on its own but I still worried it might not be right for me to use it. Shouldn't I come up with my own idea? "I'll think about it." As an afterthought, I added, "Thanks." He was trying to help me out.
Alex shrugged, like it was no big thing. "So, what do you say, wanna be my mate?"
"What?" My voice came out in a squeak
"In Black Freighter. I'll be Captain, naturally."
"Oh. Um, maybe after I finish folding all this?"
"Oh no," he said suddenly, mock-outraged. "Not this..."
"Huh?" I followed his eyes to the top of the dryer, where my book sat.
"Don't tell me you're reading this crap AGAIN..."
"It's good!" I insisted.
He rolled his eyes. "It's like girly wet dream material." He took a step forward. "Give it here..."
I instinctively made a grab for it first before he could. If he opened it and saw the part I'd dog-eared... well, he'd consider himself proven right, even though that was just a small part of the book. And he was insufferable when he thought he was right. "No," I said. "You'll only make fun of it."
He reached around me, tried to pull it off me, while I bent down into something like standing-fetal position to protect it, feeling his arms wrap around me, pressing in my boobs. "I just wanna see," he said, continuing to paw, while I took a step back, into him, my butt hitting his groin for a second.
"No!" I said again, and let out a shrill, giggling squeal as his hands went for my sides, lightly playing on the skin above my hips, where I was ticklish. "That's so unfair," I said through a gasped breath after I elbowed one of his hands away.
"I wouldn't have to be unfair if you'd just give it up..." One of his hands came in for what I thought was another tickle, but instead slid around my belly, and I trapped it there with my own arms while his other hand seemed to reach overhead to grab at the book... and closed on my boob directly, this time. A squeeze... accidental, it must have been, because he withdrew again and squeezed somewhere else, somewhere safer.
Stomping around, I knocked over my laundry basket with my foot, and then fell on my knees and he was half supporting me by the shoulders for a second until my flailing feet found a spot they could get leverage, and I pushed backwards.
It must have caught him off guard, because he dropped me and I landed on the floor... not painfully, but I curled up in a ball, protecting my book. "Big mistake," he said. "Your sides are wide open..." And he started tickling me mercilessly and I squirmed and laughed until I thought I couldn't breathe and I might pee my pants. I kicked at him, not with full force, but playfully, and then I realized I no longer had a good grip on my book. He snatched it up in that moment of inattention, and stopped tickling. There was no way I was going to give up that easily. I latched onto his legs instead and pulled them together as he tried to step away. He fell too, but grabbed onto his doorknob to slow his fall, but for a second he couldn't do anything at all and I crawled over top of him to try to grab it back.
It was then I realized two things... firstly, that our crotches were right on top of each other, and secondly, that he had a huge bulge in his pants. I didn't mean to do it... or at least, I didn't consciously think about doing it, but rubbed my panties on the bulge for a second, just a second, and he seemed to freeze up.
"What the heck is going on down there?" I heard from the top of the stairs. It was my sister's voice. I looked at my brother, his eyes wide, and then leaned forward just a little more to pull the book out of his hands. I guess he was too distracted to hold it tight.
"Nothing..." I said, towards the stairs, and slid back, off Alex, and onto my feet, then looked up the stairs. Mom was there too, with a concerned expression on her face. "He's just being a jerk, trying to steal my book." That seemed to satisfy them, and they moved away. Alex lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling.
I wasn't really mad... it was just playfighting. I was excited, than anything, that somehow I'd gotten that big a reaction from him, and I felt like I was going to burst with nervous energy, almost giddy, really. Like I'd just accomplished a little bit of magic of my own. So that's probably why I made a point of gathering up my clothes in the laundry bin off the floor right there in front of him, bending down from the waist. Let him suffer with it, when he couldn't do anything about it.
"Sorry Tabby," he said finally, while I was bending over in front of him. "I was just goofing around... I guess I got a little carried away." I looked back. He was sitting up, getting a good view, but trying not to be obvious about it. Just like I was trying not to be obvious about the fact that I knew he was getting a show.
"It's okay." I gathered the last of my clothes, picked up the basket, and took it upstairs, completely forgetting about my second load that had ended already and still needed drying. "Look, I need to finish up, but if you still want to play later... let me know, okay?" He nodded.
I told myself I was just talking about the pirate game.
This story is Boners.
The memory of those feelings set and fresh in my mind, I suddenly had my spatial awareness sense kick in, where I suddenly had some idea who was where in our house. It's really hard to describe. I don't actually see the place, I see like... a spinning 3D map of the place, with brighter blobs where something's moving. Except it doesn't really spin, it's more like I see it all at once, from every angle, and I just can only focus on one spot at a time. That's how I could tell nobody was following me in the library... there were no suspicious blobs ducking behind the stacks when I looked back, for exampIe, or in the bathroom. And likewise, I could tell now that nobody was in the laundry room, and only one person was in Alex's room, sitting on what must have been the bed, and moving pretty quickly. I locked on to a point beside him and gave a little mental oomph, and suddenly, I was there, in the room, and could see for myself.
Of course Alex was the one sitting on his bed, staring at the TV screen. In his hands was the stylized H-shaped Hypercube controller. His fingers raced over the buttons, almost too fast to see. I could see he was playing Special Ops, one of those war simulators, where you try to capture key positions while killing as many on the other team as you can, either playing with the Americans with Powered agents, or the Soviets with magic. As I watched, he racked up points for shooting somebody in the head... somebody I didn't even really see for more than a second as Alex made the shot in mid-air while power-jumping between buildings.
"You're cheating?" I asked, hating my voice as I said it. I don't even know why I made such a big deal out of it. I mean, I know it's just a game, and it shouldn't bother me, but it does. I wish I could be more laid-back about things, but it's just not who I am.
"I'm not cheating," he said. He didn't seem surprised. He must have looked over when I came in, but just too fast for me to notice. "I'm just faster than they are." He also must have caught my skeptical look on my face, or guessed it, because also he defended himself, "Oh, come on, for all you know, I'm playing against a bunch of Spore Kids. I mean, actual ones, not just using the body type like I am." They were the smallest and fastest, the few times I played that game with Alex, that was what I chose, even though he said it was inaccurate because very few Spore Kids actually participated in warfare, at least not ones that looked twelve. Something about a treaty against child soldiers. What did I care, though? I just liked moving around fast. Alex usually played Monsters... hard to kill but they were slow and I guess a speed boost doesn't help them as much.
"And who's in the lead?"
"I am," he admitted, grinning sheepishly.
"It's just if I knew you were just going to use your powers for this, I wouldn't have sucked you off this morning." He'd asked me to come down and "service him", just to be a jerk, but I didn't mind. We were both awake all night, because Powered don't need to sleep, and spent some of the night in his room, where there wasn't as much risk of our parents coming out and checking out the light in my room, but I eventually went back to my own to read and give my bed the slept-in look. Shortly after sunrise, he sent me a text, and I teleported down in my nightie mostly to smack him about how he asked. But after he apologized, it turned out he really did want me to service him. He wanted me to give him super-speed instead of his flight and strength, a change which would require him to cum inside my mouth, and, well, I decided to be a nice sister and give him what he wanted.
I could still vividly remember the feel of his hot thing in my mouth, and the sounds he made when he groaned and shot off inside me. It's kind of fun to be able to make somebody else do that. It was embarrassing, but I think I was even starting to like the taste of his cum. When we first started it was a little too bitter, but that seems to have gone away, and it tastes a little like tinned almonds. Salty, but nice. This last time I even let him go off near my lips instead of the back of my throat, and let it sit on my tongue a bit before swallowing. I made a disgusted face anyway, of course, so he wouldn't think I was a total slut, but I liked it. Certainly tastes better than the condom did back when we tried that.
"Not just for this," Alex insisted. "For our meeting." He'd had the same excuse the previous night, that since speed was what helped us against the Menace knockoff, it might help against the real Menace's daughter if there was some kind of misunderstanding. "I've been conserving... I haven't really been using much of it at all." He got hit with a rocket launcher (or maybe it was a fire spell), and died. Instead of waiting to respawn, he left the game. "I was just killing time, really, until you got here. Already got the medal I was going for."
Well, that was all right, I guess... even though I knew it wasn't really me he was waiting for, it was a chance to go out, it felt good to be the thing somebody was waiting for. I teleported our costumes out of the lock box Alex got, and handed him his. I watched him as he took off his shirt, admiring, just a little, his lean but well-muscled body, and then pulled my pants down and my shirt off, and kicked them under his bed before getting in my Taboo outfit.
I'd changed my costume. Right away, after what happened yesterday with the fake Menace. I took Alex's advice, advice I should have taken all along, and instead of a bodysuit, made it a two-piece (or six-piece, if you count the gloves, boots, utility belt, and mask). The design was mostly the same, except I'd changed the logo. Again, more of Alex's advice... I used a Japanese symbol meaning "taboo". "Forbidden", or "prohibited", technically. It looked a little like a face, with two almost starry things for eyes over a mouth, and a body, except one with three legs. Or two legs and a penis, which I guess was appropriate.
That made Alex and I match, because he'd chosen to use Japanese writing on his, too, although he had to use two characters to make up the name he chose. I worried that maybe using Japanese kanji was inappropriate or pretentious, considering we're not Japanese, but I liked that we matched. We were partners, we should have something in common. His costume was dark and mine was more colorful, so without some kind of unifying theme, nobody would know we're together. And I wanted people to know that.
The mask, with a blonde wig attached, was the last thing I put on, and it's what really made me feel like I was changing my identity, instead of just pretending. Before that, I was just plain old Tabby in a costume... after, I could convince myself I was somebody else, Taboo. Even more than the powers, that mask and wig made me feel stronger and more confident. I guess because people can't see my eyes, and, although I can see through my side of the mask, it feels like there's a screen between me and the world, like I'm not really in danger, it's just a TV show. At least until somebody throws me into a pole. "Ready to go?" I asked when I was done, flipping my fake blonde hair over my shoulder. But of course I knew he was, because it always took me longer to put my costume on than Alex. It's not a fair comparison though. Alex doesn't have to worry about centering his logo over boobs, or tying up his real hair in a bun so none of it peeks out through the mask.
"Ready when you are." He reached out his hand for mine, for easier teleportation. I took it and summoned up another memory, one from a couple years ago, when we still lived in Crash City... a memory that still made me feel ashamed when I thought about it, but that's why it worked. Again, the best memories involve a strong emotion. Passion, fear... even embarrassment.... Luckily, the only time I ever saw Little Miss Menace in person was a memory that had plenty of that last one....
I was twelve... or maybe I was thirteen, I don't remember the exact date. It was during the school year though, and we were on a field trip to the symphony, which I was actually looking forward to. A lot of people think orchestral music can be stuffy, but really, I find it powerful and beautiful, and uplifting. The bus ride? Now that was stuffy. Beautiful? Not so much. The shocks were bad so the bus jiggled too much and I was starting to feel a little sick, which made me start thinking about being sick, which made me feel even more sick. And I wasn't even with my friends, I was got stuck sitting with this Vietnamese kid who barely spoke any English, so I couldn't even talk and distract myself till I felt better.
"Oh my god, I can't believe it, that's sick." I looked over and saw Tara Mitchell one row back and on the other side of the bus. She had a tabloid in her hands, I don't even know where she got it. Her mom was a hairdresser, I think, so maybe she stole it for something to do on the bus. If only I'd thought that far ahead. I peered at what I could see on the cover. There was a picture of Queen Elizabeth (the photo from the sixties of course, before she became a recluse), with fake red eyes, and a caption: "The madness of Queen Liz: A Succession Marriage planned..." The rest of it I couldn't read because it was bent against her lap.
"What's sick?" I asked, hoping it would distract me from the ride. I wasn't one of those royals watchers, although her grandson, the Prince, was cute as heck, and what girl doesn't dream, at least a little, of being a princess? Not to mention that there's just something about English accents, you know? A guy talks in one and it makes my legs all wobbly.
Tara looked up at my interruption in a little bit of surprise. We weren't like, enemies or anything, but we didn't talk much, either. I was a bit of a nerd, and she was... okay, let's try to put this nicely... book smarts weren't her strong suit. Attracting boys was. She was really pretty with long blonde hair and she had boobs already, they were practically falling all over her. I envied her, a little.
But gossip united girls of all stripes. She tapped one finger on the page. "This says the Queen wants to force her children to get married."
"Grandchildren," corrected Mary, one of Tara's friends at the time. I liked Mary, and, in fact, in my last year in Crash City, before everything went to hell, we grew to be pretty good friends, though at this time we just had a sort of wary, distant respect. She was smart too, although she tried to hide it among her friends... she feared the 'nerd' label.
"Whatever," Tara said, not really caring about the distinction.
"Why would she do that?" I asked.
"'Cause she's crazy."
Mary elaborated. "Cause when Harry got stuck in that Muslim girl's body? The government ruled he can't take the throne anymore." Right. I remembered that even before she explained. His original body was now dead, and the British Parliament ruled that he was legally a different person and outside of the line of succession. Not that he... she was likely to be King anyway... or Queen. Charles would be next next, then William, and that assumed the Queen was going to give up the throne at all. She only appeared under a veil, but whatever had happened to her face, she would never become too old to rule. Neither would Harry, though, since he was stuck forever in a Spore Kid's body, so maybe that was part of the Queen's reasoning... if she steps down in a hundred years, she'll have known Harry longer than any of the legitimate heirs.
Tara was aghast, though. "So the Queen wants them to get married... and have children together! They're brothers!" This was all just trashy gossip, of course, probably made up to sell newspapers. It hadn't happened, anyway, and the Queen never made any public statements about it, it was always anonymous sources reporting. But we were twelve, so we took it seriously. And sometimes I wondered if it really was a plan, to produce a dynasty of immortals as a royal family, but the Queen abandoned it after Harriet's sexting scandal.
I took it a little TOO seriously at the time, though... "But they're not actually related at all, genetically," I pointed out. "So it's not like it's actually incest." Just because I loved being correct, even if it's just technically correct.
"It's still sick! And worse, she's an Arab and a Spork!"
"What does that matter? They can marry over there." If they pass some sort of brain development test, but at least that was more reasonable than here. And the girl's body was like fifteen or sixteen and the prince was in his twenties when his mind went into her body, she almost certainly would pass and be allowed to marry. She could even marry a girl, if she wanted.
"Yeah, but they grew up together..." She focused on me, and I swear, her eyes narrowed. "I mean, you've got a brother.. if you found out one of you were adopted, would you suddenly think it's okay to date him?"
"No, of course not..." I said. And neither of us were adopted anyway, so it was a stupid question.
But I guess I didn't answer emphatically enough, or I took too long to actually think about it. Or maybe Tara was just vicious and didn't like me challenging her earlier. "Oh my god, you totally do," she cried in malicious glee. "You totally want to make out with your brother."
Not my face was getting really red. "I do not!" I didn't!
"You do so... look, you're blushing..." Of course I was blushing! They were teasing me! A few of the other girls around were staring and giggling, open-mouthed. "You LOVE him."
"Of course I love him!" I started.
But before I could add the part about loving him because he's my brother, and that's it, not being "in love" with him, another girl chimed in with, "Oh my god, she admitted it!"
And that shut me up, my face was burning and I felt like crying and I wanted to defend myself but the words just wouldn't come out. I could see our teacher at the front of the bus standing up to see what all the fuss was about. Could you imagine if they told him that I'd said that I wanted to make out with my brother and it got to my parents? Or to Alex? I sure could, at the time. I was petrified.
Luckily, I was saved before that happened. By Little Miss Menace, in a way, but, really, by my friend Janine. We sat together a lot, but today she was sitting a few spots ahead of me, having taken the opportunity to sit beside the guy she liked (that week) when she saw the open spot beside him. With her glasses and frizzy hair and no boobs most guys didn't really notice her, but she desperately wanted them to. Still, she must have noticed my plight, because a little later, we locked eyes and I gave her a silent 'thank you' for what she did and she smiled knowingly.
What she did was point out the window, which was a bit of a feat considering she had an aisle seat. The guy she was sitting beside (I can't remember which guy it was, it was too long ago and she changed crushes like the weather) was pretending to be asleep, until she leaned over his lap and supported herself on one hand between his legs, pointed out the window, and exclaimed, "Look, everyone... it's Miss Menace!"
Nothing gets the attention of a busload of kids like a celebrity sighting. Everybody rushed to one side of the bus so quickly that it almost tipped over. Even I did, in the midst of my embarrassment... even the Vietnamese kid did, and I don't think he knew what we were all looking at.
I thought I wasn't going to see anything at all, but finally a gap opened up and I saw her... just a glimpse, dressed up in a frilly pink and white corset dress, and one of her fancy old-style hats, and of course, the parasol, which covered her face and made some people doubt it was her for the first few seconds, even though... who else carries a parasol in on a sunny day? But eventually we caught sight of her golden skin, or her hair that looked like Christmas tinsel laboriously-styled into curly ringlets. "What's she doing here?" somebody asked as we passed by.
"She must be going home. She lives on this street," Mary revealed. "When I first moved here my Mom took me on one of those 'Powered Guided Tours.'" A second later, she pointed. "Look, there it is." It was an old style building made of brown bricks, looking a little like a small hotel that was refurbished into a house, on the corner of a street. It was thin, but a couple stories tall, with a walk-up steps leading from the sidewalk to the door. I got a good look at it before our bus driver announced on the intercom that we should all retake our seats, and our teacher, who had been caught up in stargazing like the rest of us, backed him up.
That was the talk of the whole bus for the next few minutes, about whether she had just come from a fight, or a meeting with the Headliners, or what, or gossip on her love life, and a thousands of other conversations that people have right after seeing a celebrity. It was during that where I caught Janine's eye and she smiled at me as I mentally thanked her for the distraction when I needed it the most.
I spent the rest of the trip worrying that they'd bring up the previous subject again and start teasing me, but they didn't. Thank God we were middle schoolers with short attention spans. They must have forgotten it... but I wouldn't, not for a long time.
The memory alone almost made me feel like blushing again, like the teasing was still going on. I hate that even a silly memory has so much power over me... but now at least it gives me power too. When I remembered being teased on that street, in some ways it brought the Powered part of my brain right there, and I saw the spatial view of the same location, and the house of Little Miss Menace. What I noticed immediately was that there was a lot of activity out in front of her place. Not just the foot traffic of a weekend, but a crowd. Instead of appearing directly there, I redirected and took us to a rooftop across the street and took a closer look with my real vision.
Media. Of course. There must have been twenty people there, waiting outside her door. Waiting because she wasn't there with them, there was nothing actually happening, just a lot of people with microphones or cameras, waiting. Some were filming, but they were filming a lone reporter talking with the house in the background.
"What?" Alex said, looking all around us in the air. "Where are we?" I told him I could take him to her doorstep, and didn't have time to warn him about the change of plan, so I just pointed. "Oh," he said. "I guess we should have thought of that. Her father went on a rampage..."
"Not her father..."
"As far as they know it is. So she's the natural person to interview."
"So what do you want to do?" I asked. "We could just blow this off... maybe go do something else instead." I was still thinking a little about the memory that brought us here. Imagine what those girls would have thought if they found out I was now having sex with Alex almost every day... they'd assume Tara was right and that I really was in love with him.
Alex considered the media in silence for a couple seconds. "Do you know if she's actually in there?"
I closed my eyes to better access my spatial sense, and sent it inside. "I think so," I said finally. "There's someone moving in one of the rooms. Someone else lying on something." I couldn't be any more specific than that, not without actually going there.
"How about just taking us inside, then?"
I stared at him. "You mean, like... break in? Uninvited?"
He shrugged and waved towards the door. "Just to like, the area right inside the door, the.... what's the word...."
"Yeah. The foyer. We'll call out, politely. If they don't answer, we'll leave a note."
I didn't like it. But I did want to meet her, and ask our questions. It was kind of a risk doing this during the day, when our parents might wonder at where we were, but we didn't want to barge in on a famous hero in the middle of the night. We'd already gone to all this effort to set up an alibi and get away, it would be a shame if it was for nothing. And ever since that report I did, I kind of admired her a little. "Okay," I agreed. "Just into the foyer." I had a feeling I was making a big mistake, but I surrounded us with my purple lights, and pushed us to our next location.
Inside, it was pretty, and bigger than you'd expect for a brownstone. There was a long, curving staircase that went upstairs, and a number of stuffed chairs and couches running along side it, sort of Victorian style, although I don't know if they were actual antiques, and there was a wallpaper in faint cream colored with some kind of abstract design, and some big lamps hanging, not from the ceiling, but the corners of the room. Nobody was in sight, but we could see openings to other well-decorated rooms and another hallway.
"So, are you going to call out?" Alex whispered.
"Me?" I looked around nervously. "I thought you were going to!" It was intimidating, I already felt like we were trespassing.
"It would sound better coming from you... less..." He didn't get a chance to find the word he was looking for.
A siren blared out, so loud and sudden it made me jump. "Unauthorized entry detected, Foyer." A cool, mechanical voice said. I heard Alex swear... I turned around, looking for any cameras that detected us.
"Don't move," someone said. This voice was more human, male, although with a little bit of an accent. Did we get the wrong place entirely?
I didn't find the camera, but I saw something else... a sort of floating hemisphere that had separated from the corner, one of the things I thought was a lamp. It had a long, menacing-looking barrel that telescoped out of it. "We are authorized to use deadly force against intruders."
To be Continued...
That's the end of part 4, but part 5 is mostly done, since originally this is way too long. I just have to add a little more bulk to it. So maybe a week or so.
And the wait begins again. Back to the top position with you!
Relatively Powered #5: "Investigation, Part Two" (Additional codes: mf*, anal)
"We are authorized to use deadly force against intruders," the voice said as we stood in the foyer of the home of Little Miss Menace. I knew entering a hero's house uninvited was a bad idea, but I didn't really expect to be facing some kind of floating automated drone staring us down and somebody announcing... that. But that was the situation we found ourselves in. They were authorized to kill us. Just for entering without knocking? It seemed a little excessive. What happened to a fair trial? We were heroes too, after all.
I couldn't protest the unfair treatment, though. I found that all I could do was stare at the gun barrel, if that's what it was, in the hovering thing that once looked like a light fixture but now looked singularly menacing. It might have been a laser, or shoot out some kind of electric bolt. The uncertainty probably freaked me out more than anything... if I knew what it did I could maybe decide how I should react. I should have gotten us out of there right away, but the truth is, I just froze. It's silly, I've been shot at and fought Menace and I didn't freeze then, but those times I had time to psyche myself up to it beforehand. Here, I was expecting a social call only to have a big possible-gun aiming at me and my brother Alex, and an authoritative voice had just told me not to move. I guess deep down I thought listening was a good idea.
I stayed still, but my brother Alex didn't. Suddenly, I felt a gust of air, and before I could even think about it, he was in front of me. He'd put himself in between me and the gun, between me and the danger, even though, with his super speed, he was no more invulnerable than I was with my teleportation powers. We were a little more durable than a normal human, but neither of us felt we were bulletproof.
Yet he did it anyway. Again. Sometimes I worried he had some kind of secret death wish... he seemed happy enough, and I never saw any other kind of evidence for it. But I know that when the time came, he thought of my safety before his own. Even back before we had powers.
My mind flashed back to that scene, months ago, when we were hiding in the bushes in the park. I didn't know what to do, and I was freaking out, even worse than I was there in the foyer. All I wanted to do was hide, and do the minimum necessary for that. I was afraid to get up, afraid to even move. I just lay in the tall grasses, sobbing quietly, still in shock from the explosion, and the demands that we, by name, surrender ourselves.
The demand didn't make sense. We weren't heroes at this time, we were just ordinary teenagers. We didn't yet know that acts of unprotected sex would grant us super powers... we didn't even know we'd ever do anything sexual with each other at all.
When the first explosion hit, we happened to have been on the edge of the group, thank God, and together... Alex pulled me into the woods to hide and run away the moment the man landed. It didn't work as well as we'd hoped. Not even thirty seconds later, a blast of bright orange knocked over a nearby tree and the shock sent us to the ground, crawling in different directions. That was when they started calling for us to come out, by name, and that's when I froze. They were hunting us specifically, and knew where we were, although slightly less specifically. We later learned they'd tracked our cell phones.
"Come out, or I keep shooting until I hit you," said a gravelly voice, and that was punctuated by a nearby zap.
It was then I realized I wasn't as alone as I felt. I knew my brother was nearby, but not exactly where, and as scared as I felt, he might as well have been miles away... at least until I felt him pulling himself over me. He wrapped his arms around me, like he was giving me a hug, except we were on the ground. "Don't worry, they'll hit me first," he whispered, with forced lightness. I tried to turn my head and look at him, but he was on top of me and I could only see him out of the corner out of my eye. I felt him squeezing me a little tighter. "Listen, Tabby... stay down. I'm going to give myself up. When I do, you crawl through the rest of the bushes, and when you can, run, okay? Don't look back."
I swallowed and found my voice. "No," I pleaded. "What if they kill you?" We didn't know that they were just trying to capture us... it was too weird to be happening at all.
His voice shook just a little bit. "Then... remember that I love you." He gave me a kiss, right near my eye, a kiss goodbye, and then crawled away to get some distance before he stood up.
I thought I might lose him that day. And I hated that feeling, and being reminded of it, back in the foyer, that spurred me out of my shocked immobility. I put my hand on his shoulder to... I don't know, pull him back, let us face it together. It wasn't worth sacrificing himself for me. I could handle dying if we did it together... I didn't want him to leave me alone.
"Didn't I JUST say NOT to move?" the voice asked, and I could practically hear a smug grin behind it. "Any further movements of any kind will be considered a hostile act, and I will respond accordingly." It was now that I thought about teleporting us away... but if I started to try, would he shoot us before I finished? It usually helped if I wiggled my fingers. Worse, I was nervous, and nerves always made the process slower. Even the lightshow might be interpreted as a hostile act... and the gun could fire while we were still being surrounded by my purple flames. Was it worth the risk?
A new voice startled me out of my pondering. "Whoever woke me up had better be in the mood for an ass-kicking." We were told not to move, but I couldn't help it, I looked. At the top of the stairs stood the woman we'd come here to see, the illustrious Little Miss Menace.
Like her father, Little Miss Menace had hair of silver and skin that looked like metal... although where his was a sort of dirty bronze, hers looks like polished gold. Other than that golden skin, and her tail, and claws, and... okay, well, her body size and shape, and facial features resembled that of a teenage girl... even though she was probably older than Mom and Dad.
She said we woke her up, and that looked to be true, even though it was past noon... she was still dressed for bed. In fact, she just wore a pair of tight panties (rolled down about a quarter of the way further down than they should, probably because of her tail) and a dark red robe. This lay open, exposing her stomach and even one of her breasts, although I'm not sure if that really counted as indecent. I mean, sure you could see the shape of her nipples in far more detail than anybody needs to know. She had the kind of puffy kind that stand out a little from the rest of the boob. My friend Mary had those kind, she was always self-conscious about them. But at the same time, with Little Miss Menace, they weren't a different color from the rest of her chest, so it really looked no worse than somebody wearing tight CoreWear and no bra. Except that it's not a costume, it's her skin. I don't know, all I'm saying is that if somebody broke into my home, I would have tried to throw a shirt on before confronting them.
I only thought about this later... because everything happened very fast. No sooner had she appeared and said what she did, then she vaulted off the top of the stairs and over the wall, advancing on us in a crouch.
The voice who'd been speaking earlier said, "Stay back, Carol, these hostiles are unknown, we don't know what they're capable of, and right now, sweetie, you're in my line of fire." If that was true, the floating-gun-thing must have had a wide line of fire.
Little Miss Menace didn't seem worried about it, though. She casually cracked the knuckles of one hand against the palm of the other. "You worry too much. I'm sure I can handle them."
"We're not hostiles," Alex promised, putting his hands up. "We're really big fans, actually."
The woman made a face. "Even worse. Don't call yourself a fan when you break into my home..."
"We didn't mean to," I said, sincerely, standing on my tiptoes to peek out over Alex's shoulder. He was still trying to defend me with his own body. "We were going to ring the bell, but there were too many reporters outside."
He continued, "And we're fans, but we're also heroes, like you. We're actually here on business."
Little Miss Menace cocked her head. Normally she doesn't really look like a robot, but with that expression, she kind of did. It was like we'd flicked a switch and she was now processing it. "What kind of business?"
"We're the ones that took down Menace yesterday," Alex told her proudly. "Or the guy who looked like him, anyway."
"That was you?" We nodded. She looked up to the gun-thing. "Raj, stand down." The machine slunk back and retreated into the wall with a whirr that sounded almost... disappointed. "I don't recognize you."
"We're kind of new..." I admitted.
"But again, big fans."
"We'll leave if you want. We didn't mean to wake you or anything." Seriously, it was past noon. If she was really a teenager I could understand it maybe, but she had a job and everything. Even on a Sunday she should be up before noon.
She looked at us... hard to read her expression with eyes that didn't seem to have pupils, but I guess she was considering it. "I guess I can spare a few minutes to help out some newbies." She brushed past us and started back up the stairs, and then used her hand to beckon us upward. "Come on up." To the air, she said, "Raj, could you be a dear and bring me a bagel?"
A soft sigh, followed by, "Yes, Carol."
We gave her a little head start, mostly from surprise at the sudden shift in tone than anything else, but pretty soon, Alex was already partway up the stairs, and I followed behind him... his butt actually looked pretty good in CoreWear, even with underwear, although I'd never admit it out loud.
"So what are your handles?" Carol asked, as she led us into her bedroom. It was a total mess. There were bits of clothes and bottles all over the floor, some stacks of Chinese take-out containers piled up on a table. She had a completely unmade bed, too... but then I remembered she'd just woken up, so I guess that was understandable.
"Handles?" I asked.
"It's what they used to call code names," Alex explained in a whisper.
"Oh," I said. "I'm, uh, Taboo..."
Alex took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. Prepared himself to say it out loud for the first time to anybody other than me. "And I'm Deviant," he said.
He was still unsure about it... and with good reason, he'd only come up with it late last night.
"Finished!" I said, lifting my new uniform top away from the CoreWear programmer. I held it up to inspect it one last time. It looked good, although I'd still have to try it on to make sure the insignia was centered. But at the very least, I wouldn't have any stuck zipper problems with this one. "What time is it?"
Alex looked up at his computer screen. We were in his room, the previous night. Since his room in his basement it was safer to hang out there than in mine. And it was fun, too, usually, although Alex had grown quiet while I was working on my costume. "Quarter to two."
"Wow... is it just me, or do nights pass super slow these days?" Alex didn't answer. "Are all powered not able to sleep, or is it just us?"
That got him to say something. "It varies," Alex explained. "Some need it as much as anybody. Some don't need to, but can, some can't even if they want to." He looked over and grinned. "If you want to doze off for a while, you can always masturbate."
That would remove my powers, and the energy buzz that keeps me constantly awake, until we had sex again. Which, might be appealing sometimes, but... "No, we're going to need me to teleport tomorrow." And we wouldn't necessarily get a chance to renew them without our parents overhearing. I stood up, stretched my legs, and walked over to his computer chair. He was still looking through the dictionary. "Still no luck finding a name?"
He scowled. "No."
"If you don't have a name, you'll have to let me do the talking," I reminded him with a grin. "And you can just be my sidekick... too unimportant to even introduce." I was only teasing him. Maybe it would inspire him to finally choose something. "You could always go with Secret, for now. It wasn't THAT bad." But I didn't like it, either.
I leaned over his shoulder. "Take a break. I'm sure something will come to you. We could watch a movie or something." He just made a sound, still wrapped up in looking for a name, and I found myself a little disappointed. I guess I wanted to distract him, for selfish reasons. I was bored. Sure, I could watch a movie myself, but that's not as much fun... if he wasn't going to talk to me I might as well just go to my room and read.
Well, there was one thing I knew would get his attention, so I wandered off towards where I left the top of my costume... and I took off my shirt. "Well, then can you do me a favor?" I asked, waiting for him to look over to me. When he did, his eyes widened with surprise at me being unexpectedly topless. Yeah, yeah, I was shamelessly using my body to get his attention... but it works! Personally, I don't think there's anything special about my breasts... they're not all that big and I'm pretty sure they're a little uneven. But Alex acts like they're the best ones in the world. Probably all guys act like that around all bare breasts, but I don't care... I'm not above using it to feel better about myself and, sometimes, get what I want.
Once I knew he had his eyes on me, I pulled my costume on over my head, smoothed it out over my breasts and stomach, and asked, "Is the logo positioned right? I don't want it to be off-center." I got close to him. Even though the top was now on, the CoreWear clung to my body, even outlining my nipples, almost like I was naked, so I still had his full attention. I swayed back and forth, enjoying the way his eyes followed me... well, not me, but them.
"Looks good to me," he said finally.
I smiled inwardly, then turned around and took it off, so it wouldn't look obvious that I was letting him look. If he kept watching he'd get another bare peek at them when I changed back into my search.
Except, I forgot for a moment that my bare back had an eye-catching quality too. "How's the back?" he asked, a little sadly, like he still felt guilty that it was his fault.
I sat down on his bed with my normal shirt in my lap. "It's getting better," I assured him.
"I wish there was something I could do to help," he said. "I'd offer a backrub, but I don't think that really works on bruises." Another reason to regret hurting myself. I loved a good backrub, and Alex was really good at giving them.
I swung my legs up off the floor and waved them. "You could give me a foot rub?" I joked.
"I'm not sure how that would help..."
"It would help me?" I offered, not really expecting him to do it, but, to my surprise, he shrugged, put the dictionary down, and then got out of his chair to sit down on the other end of his bed. He let one of my feet sit in his lap, and began pulling off the sock. My eyes boggled a little. I couldn't believe it... it really was just a joke. My feet weren't even sore. And he'd never done that before, but then, I don't think I'd ever asked, not seriously. Of course, I was still topless. That must have been a factor.
But I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I lay back while I felt his hands run over the sides of my feet, squeezing the heel, and then, slowly, working up a rhythm where his thumb pressed into my sole. And oh my god. It felt so incredibly good. And somehow more... intimate too, than a back rub. As he slides his fingers along, there's a hint of smoothness, from sweat, which you'd think would be icky but somehow the moistness and smell doesn't seem to bother him... and after a while, when his thumb digs deep into your sole, for a moment it sometimes feels like he's actually going inside, even though that's impossible. It was almost sexual. I guess a little more than almost, I'd started moaning softly... just a little, quiet "Mmm", and my feet shifted, and my heel struck a lump... Alex was hard. That could have been from my moaning, or that I was topless, too, but it was almost sex without sex. I smiled at him, as though reading his mind. I thought I was reading 'we should have sex, right now'.
I read wrong. But I was close. What he said was, "You know, there is something I thought of that might help your back..."
I moaned again as that thumb pressed in... every time it did it felt like it was pushing all the way up to my knee. "What?"
"Well... it's always possible that one of us has some kind of healing powers... we just have to find the right way to activate them."
I saw what he was getting at. He was looking at my butt, or the part of it that I'd turned towards him to better facilitate my foot being in the right place. "You just want to fuck my ass." I just said it like that. Normally I'm the kind of girl who hardly ever swears or talks sex, but when I'm with Alex I feel like I can talk like a brazen slut, just say exactly what I want. I guess that's one of the things I really like about when it's just the two of us.
And he never seemed to hide his feelings either. "Of course I want to fuck your ass. Who wouldn't? It's a great ass." I rolled my eyes a little. "But it's not just the ass... you've heard of a foot job, right? Or a boob job. We should give them a shot sometime... they could all give us something useful."
"Give you something," I pointed out. "I wouldn't get anything out of those." As good as his rubbing my feet felt, I didn't think I could get an orgasm, which is what our powers required. It was so unfair, there were so many ways to make a guy cum than there were to get a girl off.
"Hey, if it turns out to give me a healing touch, it helps out both of us. And besides, girls do cum from anal." It was an old argument. I didn't entirely buy it, or at least I didn't think I would be one of those who would.
"We could try some other things," I allowed, putting a stress on the some. I still wasn't sure about anal... but I was loosening up on that. "But not tonight. We've got business tomorrow. What if it winds up we get another result like with the hand job? Nothing useful, and no way to switch." When we tried that, we learned Alex gained a temporary immunity to various powers... including my teleportation, and even our ability to recharge. If that happened again, we'd be out of luck for visiting Menace's daughter like we planned.
Alex conceded the point, but wasn't ready to give up on his goal. "We could still try anal, just for fun... we could just do it costumes on." CoreWear made an instant condom, allowing us to have sex without switching powers... if that's what we wanted.
But I wasn't ready to try anal, not quite yet. I made an excuse. "And if it hurts and I cry out, we might wake the whole house." I didn't turn off the intercom that lets sounds from the house filter into Mom and Dad's room, and Sally's room most certainly wasn't soundproof. Our conversations were quiet enough that there wasn't much risk, but in the middle of the night I didn't want to risk a cry of pain... or pleasure, for that matter.
"We don't have to do it here. You could teleport us anywhere. A rooftop in Crash City..." His eyes seemed to light up a bit. "Or hell, it's the middle of the night... we could do it right in the middle of school. Imagine, us going at it right in the Principal's office, right on her desk, even."
I did, although I was picturing us having normal sex, riding on top of Alex in the Principal's chair (which I had to imagine, never having been in her office), or in other places at the school... the science lab, the cafeteria. It had appeal... I did get extremely turned on whenever we had to do something in a public place to switch powers, where anybody could be watching, even though I don't think anybody had seen us. But although I'm freer with Alex than I am with any other guy, I still go back and forth between wanting him to think of me as a slut, and wanting exactly the opposite. That's why I rolled my eyes and said, "God, you are such a deviant sometimes." Then I hoped he would try to convince me to go through with it anyway, like he had so often.
"Damn right," he said. "A deviant who just took down Menace." his eyes widened, then, and the thumb that had been circling around the bottom of my foot stopped. "That could work..."
He dropped my foot and went back to the computer. "Deviant. I could use it as my name... I just have to check and make sure it's not being used."
And so I was forgotten, at least for the moment... right when I was kind of getting wet, too. But I took it with good grace. I wasn't sure it was an appropriate name, but at least we went well together... and maybe I could even convince him to take on a symbol like mine.
"Deviant and Taboo," Little Miss Menace said after hearing the names, looking back to us with a smile like a gold scimitar. It doesn't sound natural to say the names the other way around. So score one for Alex, he always gets top billing. But I don't care, that much, I'm not in this for glory. She picked up some clothes off her bed and retreated behind an old-fashioned dressing screen, like they have in the movies. It was attached to her closet. I couldn't resist peeking... not at her, she was still safely hidden, but at the closet. She's known for so many wild and crazy outfits, one of the few heroes who doesn't stick to CoreWear variants. Miss Menace favors elaborate outfits with dresses, and hats or bonnets, something that stands out as distinctly odd in the modern world. And of course, she really likes parasols. I could see a bunch of those on the edge of the closet, strewn about without rhyme or reason, mixed in with custom-made shoes. The dresses were, at least, hung up neatly on hangers. "You're not at all worried about being mistaken for villains with those name?"
"So says Little Miss Menace," Alex pointed out.
"Touché. But mine's inherited. You guys break into a girl's house with a guy with 'hentai' written on his chest."
"Huh?" I asked. Not very eloquent of me.
"The Japanese. It means... well, I guess 'deviant' is close enough, but it's also the name for a genre of porn in Japan, and Japanese communities here. When I first saw it on his chest I thought it meant he was here to try to rape me with tentacles... which, don't get me wrong, every once in a while..." I frowned automatically. That struck me as a little tasteless. A rape joke? Really?
"You read Japanese?" Alex asked, impressed while I was disappointed.
"Not really. I speak a little, picked it up when I lived there for a few months after they threw out the Russkies." It's always weird to hear someone casually throw around a term you've only heard in old movies. That was before I was born, and she spoke about it like it was yesterday. "But they make a lot of 'hentai' about me, so... naturally, the symbol for that stuck in my memory." She threw her robe over the dressing screen and poked her head around the corner to look at me. "Now that I think about it, I recognize yours too... usually with a number before it. As in, forbidden to people under 18." Her head disappeared again.
"Do you think it's offensive?" I asked, worried. "I don't want to anger anybody."
"It doesn't offend me." One of her golden arms dipped up over the dressing screen as she put on some kind of shirt. "I wouldn't worry about it I were you. No matter what you do, people will find something to get offended about if they try hard enough, right? So what do you do? Your powers I mean." Her head poked out again.
"It varies," Alex said, and I could have killed him. He's the one always telling me that the more you tell other people, the less of an advantage you have. Sure, this wasn't a villain, but stuff like that gets out. "Right now I have super speed." He zoomed across the room in an eyeblink, to right beside the dressing screen. He leaned in just a little, looking like he was about a peek, but stopped himself and cocked a thumb back at me. "Taboo's a teleporter... that's how we got in."
To avoid scowling at him for giving up our secrets so easily, and also keep myself busy while Miss Menace was dressing, I wandered through the room checking the walls, only to find my disappointment in her growing. There were a lot of pictures there, and most of them were of her. How vain, I thought. My pictures were of family and friends and celebrities I like, and any pictures of myself were with other people I cared about. Though I guess many of these pictures were with other people, so maybe it wasn't that bad, even though a lot of them were celebrities. Her superhero teammates, of course, but some real celebrities too. There was one with Cat Stevens, probably from when he did that big charity album with the Headliners. Her with President Clinton. One of her with her dad. Maybe some of the others I didn't recognize were family, but there were still far too many solo pictures, which struck me as a little vain. The next thing I noticed was that they all seemed to be pictures of her in her Menace form, and that made me doubt myself a little. I knew she could look totally human when she wanted to, but I couldn't find a picture of plain old Carol Ferber. I used to think she was confident for going out like Menace, but this... this was starting to feel kind of sad, like she didn't think her normal look was good enough.
I wondered about that as I stopped in front of a poster from a cartoon, near one of her windows. It was a group shot from Disney's Kim Possible, where she was the inspiration for the villain's sarcastic robotic sidekick. She also did the voice from the second season on. Alex and I used to watch the show when we were really young... it was probably one of the first shows I remember watching.
"That was a fun gig," she said to me, startling me. She'd come out and saw me admiring the poster, and somehow sidled up to me without me hearing her. Now, she was dressed, although not in one of her signature outlandish outfits, but something like I might wear, with just a long t-shirt and shorts, though with a custom-designed hole for her tail. I guess when she was home, she dressed more casual. "If you're a fan, I've probably got some leftover Miss Go glossies from a convention, I could give you an autograph."
"Would you?" Alex gushed. "That would be awesome."
I cleared my throat. "We're here on business, remember?" Besides, Mom probably already had her picture and autograph somewhere in storage, although not as the cartoon character.
"Right. Well, what do you need me for?"
"We're trying to figure out how and why there was a false Menace."
Alex stepped forward and pulled his phone off his belt, then unfurled it and called up the image. "Do you recognize this guy?" It was the picture of the fake-Menace, right after he turned back. Tall, skinny black guy. Naked, too, although obviously we didn't take a picture of that.
She looked at it. "No, he doesn't look familiar."
"We were thinking that if he changes like your father..."
"Yeah, yeah. There are a whole bunch of people Seconded off my Dad one way or the other, starting with myself." I'm no expert on heroes, but even I knew about how she was supposedly Secondarily Empowered when she got some of his blood in her mouth on one of his rare contagious flare-ups. She was born before he'd become Menace at all, so it wasn't inherited or anything. "Not all of them have met him, either. Were there any distinguishing features? When he was monstered out?"
"No... he looked exactly like Menace. And I mean, exactly, as far as I could tell, and I've got his trading card."
She tilted her head to the side again in that curious robotic expression. "That's unusual. Even if one of Dad's body fluids was responsible, their own genetics still shape the look. In fact, usually they have to be pretty close for it to work at all."
"So what are you thinking?" Alex asked.
"I'm not thinking anything, I'm just saying it doesn't add up. It could be a shapeshifter, I guess." Why would a shapeshifter imitate Menace? It's not like his reputation was that great to begin with... if you wanted to make a hero look bad, there were better targets. "Did you talk to him?"
I shrugged. "A little... when he woke up, he didn't seem to have any memory of being the monster at all. He said the last thing he remembered was going to bed the night before." Which meant, if he was telling the truth, either he'd lost many hours of time before he transformed, or he was hidden a long time before the news picked up on him.
"My dad had the same experience the first few times... of course, your guy might have been faking."
"He didn't seem like he was faking," I said. He seemed pretty convincing, actually. "We dropped him off for the cops just in case, and they let him go."
"He might have been faking," Alex argued. "Cops don't necessarily know anything. But is there any way we can talk to your dad? See if maybe HE recognizes the guy?"
She smiled ruefully. "Story of my life, half the time people want to talk to me, they really want to talk to Dad. The cops already called me too, about this guy... his name's Michael Brooks. They are keeping a watch on him, just in case, by the way, but without any evidence that he's responsible..."
At this point, the mysterious Raj entered the room, holding a platter with a bagel on a plate, covered in cream cheese and that dried fish thing I could never understand, and a glass of orange juice. He was taller than any of us, but thin and only in his twenties or so, good looking, with dusky dark skin and black hair with frosted tips, and a bright smile. He wore a white silk shirt, top button unbuttoned, and khakis. "Here you go my darling," he said, and put the tray on the nightstand.
"Thank you. Now, Raj... do you remember what I did with the phone I use to call Dad?"
He looked at us, like he was still a little wary of us, but said, "I believe you threw it in the trash after your last phone call with him. You remember, the Tony Awards?"
Little Miss Menace frowned darkly. "Right. That might be a problem then. I could send e-mail, but it might take a few days for him to check it."
Raj continued with a knowing smile. "I, of course, took the liberty of retrieving it once you had left the room, in anticipation of the time you would need it again. I believe I placed it in one of the downstairs broom closets."
She smiled. "Thank you Raj. You know me so well. Could you be a dear and fetch it for me? I suppose it's about time I forgave him."
He nodded and left. "What did he do?" I asked, before realizing it was none of my business.
"It's not important. Just one of those father-daughter things." She took a bite out of her bagel.
"So if you hadn't talked to him in a while," Alex realized, "You didn't actually know it wasn't him, while it was happening."
After swallowing, she admitted, "No, not for sure, but I didn't think it was him... Dad avoids big cities these days, especially this one."
"Maybe he was coming to visit you?" I suggested, realizing that he actually wasn't there at all, but she might have thought it, anyway.
"Not out of the blue." She didn't elaborate, just drank some of her juice. "Anyway, I was on a flight back from Hollywood at the time or I would have gone to stop him myself."
"I thought the Headliners were in Europe..."
"What, you think we do everything together?" She shook her head at me, making me feel stupid. "We're not attached at the hip, you know. I was laying down some voice tracks this week." Then, adding, fake-casually, like she was totally bragging but trying not to look like she was bragging, added, "I'm appearing on The Simpsons again."
"Oh, wow," Alex said. "That's awesome. You know, the one where you help Mister Spring is one of my favorites?" I was less than impressed. It took me a second to even remember she was in it. I remembered the episode, of course, from back when the show was still funny... it was the classic one about the town's resident super hero losing his powers and having to stay on the Simpsons' couch while he tried to get a normal job. Little Miss Menace just showed up at the end and revealed that Mister Spring didn't really lose his powers, he was just being tricked by Mr. Burns into thinking he did. It was a cameo, and literally it could have been done by ANY hero.
She took the flattery well, though, especially considering she was obviously fishing for it. "This time I'm in it much more. Homer gets temporary powers from a case of contaminated Buzz Cola, and tries to join the Headliners. They're trying to get all of us in on it to do the voices, but you know how that works, it's hard to get us in all at once."
"That's so cool," Alex said enthusiastically. "I can't wait to see it. Hey, you mind if I ask... what are the other Headliners really like?"
"If you're going to stay in the hero game for long, I'm sure you'll find out. It's a small community."
"Oh, come on... okay, at least tell me this, who's smarter, Charles Core or Howard Hughes?"
"Battle of the walking alien databases, huh?" She tilted her head back just a little and I imagine she was rolling her eyes, like it was a question she had to deal with many times before. "Charles, no question. Hughes had Engineering, so he builds more practical stuff, but Core's always been smarter. Hell, little Monty Hatfield's smarter than Hughes, and a lot more fun to be around." A grin, there, genuine.
"You ever see him? Without the suit, I mean?"
She shook her head. "Nobody has, except on video. Guy doesn't even take it off for sex..."
I blinked. "You and he..."
"Uhhh, no," she said, as though she was offended I'd even ask. "I wouldn't meet his 'high standards'. But he just doesn't have unprotected sex, because he's terrified of spore exposure." That threw me for a second... I mean, pretty much everyone who was infected with crash debris in 1947 already got their exposure in the sixties when they were first unleashed. The spores were still out there... it was rare that they altered an average person nowadays, but any of the Immortals who hadn't been exposed were still extra sensitive, since the spores were originally design to attack Plejaran technology, like the alien repair nanobots. Even the denatured spore fragments in a Spore Kid's cells could trigger a reaction and activate mutations before an Immortal's alien immune systems adapted. Usually it was a minor change, often even beneficial, but it was unpredictable and sometimes it was big and permanent.
Now, of course even I knew Hughes had kept himself isolated at first... that was why he built his famous Aviator suit, after all. But I guess I'd assumed he'd gotten over it at some point and that his reputation as a recluse was exaggerated. To limit himself to either a clean room or a sterile suit, 24/7, for over fifty years? He must have been terrified his reaction would be debilitating. Maybe he was right. It's what turned Menace into Menace, after all, and people still speculate about exactly what it did to the Queen of England.
Alex went on with his scattershot questions, like he'd been saving them up for years and they were all tumbling out randomly. "What about your battle with Jackhammer a couple years back. I've seen the footage, but I've always wondered what happened after you guys went into the store?"
I had to grin. If he ever made fun of me for gushing over Edward Twilight stars again, I'm going to remind him of this day. We were supposed to be here gathering information, acting like professionals, but all Alex could do was ask questions like a fanboy. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised... I already knew how much of one he was...
I was lying on my bed, with one hand underneath myself as the other turned the pages of my book. I was wearing a short skirt, only now the front was pulled up underneath me to better let my hand slide into my panties whenever I got the urge... and I had been having the urge. Between the images in my book and my mind replaying that fight in the laundry room over again for what must have been the tenth time since it happened an hour earlier, I needed to touch myself. Alex was definitely aroused, I thought, again. And now I guess, I was, too.
A knock on my door jarred me, and I instantly pulled my hand out of my panties and turned over, to let the skirt fall back and be decent again. "What?" I called.
"It's me," came Alex's voice. Muffled as it was through the door, I recognized that clearly. "Can I come in?"
I sat up more fully... lying as I was, at the position I was in, from the door, he could see right up my dress, which, right then, I had mixed feelings on. "Sure."
He opened the door, a little nervously, like he was afraid that I was going to yell at him or something. "Listen," he said. "I'm sorry about earlier."
He'd already apologized for it, and I'd forgiven him, but he seemed sincerely scared that I might not really have meant it. And it proved that he knew what happened just as much as I did, that he'd had a boner. But I wasn't ready to talk about it, and didn't know if I ever would be... as much as the thought excited me, it was weird. He was my brother. So I pretended he was talking about something else, and just looked away. "Don't worry about it. Stealing my book is far from the jerkiest thing you've ever done."
He took the hint and didn't correct me. "Okay, I just wanted to make sure we were cool."
There was a pause of several seconds before he said, "Anyway, I got a Hardstick for you."
My gaze snapped up at him. "What?"
I relaxed as I saw what he meant, he was actually holding a Handy Remote Hardstick, one of those portable data storage units that plug into any computer. "I put my collection of Little Miss Menace videos on it, in case you wanted to use it for your project."
"Oh." Now I felt embarrassed. "Thanks. I'm still not sure I want to do it on her."
"Well, if you change your mind." He tossed it to me and I caught it.
There was another awkward silence of a few seconds, and then he seemed to turn away, about to head out, and I just didn't want to leave it like that. He had been pretty thoughtful bringing it up here, and I guess I wanted to reassure him that we really were cool. I didn't want him to be awkward around me. "Hey," I said. "You want to watch some with me? Maybe point out the best ones?" As soon as I offered I was worried it might be selfish, that I should have offered to play his game with him, but right away he grinned, and I knew I made the right call. He loves geeking out about heroes.
So I got my laptop, put it on my bed, and we lay side-by-side, watching videos of her for the next hour or so. Some of them were useful and either had historical relevance or tied in well with the topic Alex had suggested earlier... for example, when she was called to testify at Madonna's trial after the singer published pictures of herself having sex with a Spore Kid who was thirty but looked fourteen. A lot were just action, videos recorded off the street or by the news of some famous fights. And it was fun, even though it really wasn't my thing... sometimes when you're with something who's really excited about something, you can't help but be excited too. Lying beside Alex, hearing him offer commentary, put a real smile on my face.
One of the fight in particular stuck out in my mind, just from a couple years earlier... we were living in Crash City at the time, though we were all at school. Little Miss Menace was fighting the criminal Inertia. She was dressed in a black and white French maid outfit, with a white bonnet, and, rare for her, no parasol. Maybe she'd already dropped it. He of course, was dressed in a well-tailored suit and wearing his wraparound sunglasses. Together they almost looked like they were a couple on Dancing with the Stars doing some sort of theme, but what they were doing was far from dancing.
Like most of Alex's videos, it was a fanedit, compiling the best of security cameras, news footage, and camera phones... whoever had the best view at the time, basically. And obviously, he'd watched it many times before.
"Watch this... come on.... wait for it.... and..." Little Miss Menace leaped at Inertia in a flying kick, and, the moment she touched him, his momentum-redirection powers kicked in and she went careening in another direction. He didn't even lift a finger. "Smackdown," Alex said as she got knocked into a car. He really seemed to be enjoying this.
"Shouldn't you be cheering when the badguy's the one to get hurt?"
"It's not like she's really hurt," he said. "Watch." She had smacked into the car with enough force to dent the metal, but she didn't seem bothered... she just wiped herself off, got back on her feet, and launched herself at him again.
Predictably, a similar result, in a different direction. She kept coming at him, and he kept knocking her aside like she was nothing. One time, he knocked her straight upward, and when she came down to land on him, sent her shooting off head-first into a nearby building. There was a great shot of that, because somebody was filming from that that location and she flew right through his window. "Bet that guy just crapped his pants," Alex said as the hand holding the cover suddenly dived out of the way. When he got a glimpse of her again, her outfit had a big tear along one side. They rarely completely survived a fight, but I guess that's one of the risks you take when you don't use CoreWear.
The most she was ever able to do is knock the briefcase out of his hands, scattering the cash he'd stolen around the ground, and he seemed a little annoyed, but picked them slowly and methodically. Little Miss Menace attacked him as he did so, trying to scratch at his head, but he just elbowed her and sent her flying. It was starting to be a little ridiculous.
"I don't get it, he's not even breaking a sweat, why does she keep trying the same thing over and over again. She's trying to get his glasses, right? Cause he's vulnerable to blinding?"
"Well, sort of," Alex explained. "I'm sure she's trying that, too. He's much easier to take down if his eyes and ears aren't protected. But you have to be really quick and catch him off guard to get them off him, otherwise he just bounces you back the moment you touch."
"And she doesn't really have much luck with that. Especially when she keeps running right at him, over and over again. She's not very subtle."
"She's not really trying to defeat him, though..." Alex explained. "She's just trying to keep him occupied. While his attention's on her, it's not on anybody else. And... wait for it..."
I waited... and it actually seemed what I was waiting for was for Little Miss Menace to lose. She fell on her back and Inertia put his hands on her neck. I guess he was going to hit her with some stored up momentum, but before he could, Inertia stiffened up and was enveloped by a pure white glow, and when it cleared, he fell forward and an arrow was sunk into the man's back. "What just happened?"
"Apollo's arrows. They're magic, Inertia can't repel them." Inertia was still moving, but was now stumbling around on his hands and knees. He didn't seem to be aware of his former opponent at all... he was more occupied with his sudden desire to puke in the street. "Look, they're making him sick." Suddenly, there was a blur of motion, and the next thing you could see, Inertia's hands were tied to his legs, behind his back, sunglasses removed. He was still puking. "And that's the game. Headliners win again."
"Why didn't they just do that in the first place?" I knew, but I was trying to be snippy, and Alex liked explaining anyway.
"Because they weren't there. Inertia can get away quick once he's got room to move. He probably would have been gone by the time the Headliners got there if Little Miss Menace hadn't stalled him."
"So the whole fight was just... a distraction." Okay, she was smarter than I gave her credit for.
He grinned. "Can you think of a better one than a metal monster?"
"A distraction..." I said suddenly, remembering. Both my brother and Little Miss Menace looked at me. I'd just blurted it out, even though it had nothing to do with their conversation. Feeling embarrassed, I explained, "Maybe that's what this was all about, why they looked like your father. A distraction, to draw away heroes from something else." Little Miss Menace made a good distraction for a villain... the real Menace would make a better one, for anybody.
"Yes, that's always a possibility," Little Miss Menace agreed, finally, after giving me a long stare. That felt good. A little bit of validation from somebody already in the field. "The question though, is what they were distracting us from?"
I thought out loud. "Either attacking some place that heroes are at all the time, like Hughes Tower..." Or one of the homes. "Or else some other to cover for some other crime. It'd have to be some other crime, right? They didn't want to risk anybody interfering with that, so they set up a decoy." I was pretty proud of myself.
"Makes sense," Miss Menace admitted. "If that's true, then the fake Menace won't get you anywhere, he'll just be a patsy. At best you might get a description of somebody who paid him in cash, and probably not even that."
Raj returned, holding a yellow baton. I was felt a little smug satisfaction when I realized that she had a BP, just like I bought the other day, instead of the more popular Handy. I looked to Alex to try and catch his eye (or the eye-parts of his mask, at least) to silently gloat a little, but he was still starstruck by Miss Menace. "Your phone, my dear," Raj said, handing it over.
"Thank you," she said, ultra-sweetly, beaming at him.
"We might as well still make the call, see if your father knows anything," Alex said. "Since you've got the phone and all. It would be a shame to have come here for nothing."
I was more impressed with my own sudden insight, and had already pulled out my phone and activated the web browser. "What do I search? Is there a Crash City Crimes site?"
I was asking Alex, but Little Miss Menace waved a hand dismissively. "I don't know," she said. "If I wanted information like that..." If? Didn't she care? We were trying to prove her father innocent... sort of, anyway. "...normally, I'd just ask MARQUEE."
"Marky? Marky who?" I looked to her boyfriend, but she already called him Raj.
"MARQUEE," Alex said. By his voice I could tell he was rolling his eyes at me under his mask. "The Headliners AI system."
How was I supposed to know she meant Howard Hughes' pet robot brain? It sounds like 'Marky!' "Oh. I guess... you'll have to... I mean, would you mind doing that with us? After we call your father? We don't exactly have access to that."
Little Miss Menace sighed then, like we were taking too much of her time. "Listen, I do have some other things to do today... deal with the crowd of reporters outside..."
You could tell that was the start of a large, probably self-absorbed list, but I could stand it anymore and interrupted. She was nothing like I'd expected so far, and I guess it was getting to me. "Don't you care?" I blurted out. "I mean, you don't seem especially interested."
She shrugged and admitted it freely. "Not really. This is your mission, I'm just helping out as a courtesy. If you find somebody who needs to be smashed for that attack, give me a call, but I'm really not in the mood to play detective, and like I said, I've got other things to do today. You can't let the criminals rule your life." I guess she felt my judgmental stare, because she added, "Why don't we do this? While I call Daddy and let one of you ask him your questions, my man here can take the other down to my MARQUEE terminal to help with your investigation."
I exchanged a look with my brother. "You'd probably be better with the computer," he said, but what he really meant was 'I want to be the one who gets to talk to Menace'. That was fine with me, his daughter was kind of rubbing me the wrong way. At least maybe I could get some work done... maybe she didn't care about the who or why, but I did.
"Fine." I looked to Raj, who smiled at me and waved me towards the door. I'll say one thing for her, she seemed to have good taste in men, he was cute. I didn't know what he saw in her, but I could sure understand why she kept him around.
On the way down the stairs, I asked him, hoping it wasn't a dumb question. "Why do you have to go to a special room to talk to MARQUEE? Can't we just phone it or something?"
"We can, if we wanted to chat. But his brain has multiple levels, and to access the one we want, we need a quantum-entanglement link. For security. Anything else will just be constantly attacked by hackers until they get through and corrupt his programming... we've had that problem before." Maybe I really did need to bone up on my superhero history, I didn't know any of that. I guess it was a dumb question, although he was nice enough not to make me feel dumb about it. Still, maybe my ignorance was why the next thing he said was, "You know, for my own conscience, I have to say, you're too young for this."
I was offended at first. I didn't see what age had to do with anything, but knew that it didn't matter... even if our ability was exactly the same, nobody would respect us the same way. I guess that was one point in Little Miss Menace's favor, she didn't treat us like kids. Maybe that was because she and I looked about the same age, if you took away her metal skin. Luckily, that provided us a perfect excuse, too. "We're older than we look." Plenty of heroes, mostly Spore Kids, looked even younger, and would stay that way forever.
"Of course," he said, and I could tell by the little smirk in his face he didn't believe it for a second. "But whether you are or not, you're very new at this, and it's not a life for the faint-hearted. It's dangerous. I really would have shot you there, when you first broke in. But why would you listen to me? I didn't when I was your age."
He was a hero too? Another surprise. He obviously wasn't a Spore Kid, since he was at least in his twenties. He could be one of the much rarer Spore Adults, or even one of the original Crashers, but he didn't have that distant, bored stare I'd come to associate with people who'd been around for seventy years or more and who were disappointed in how the world had turned out. He had an easy, boyish smile, like he really was just a little older than me. Also, and this was a subtle point, he was very stylishly dressed, current, genuinely young-looking. A lot of the people who are eternally young, not all, but a lot, start to lose track of fashion and get stuck in a rut a few decades old. The older they get, the more often it happens. He didn't look like that had happened at all.
More likely, I thought, was that Raj was another victim of Secondary Empowerment. Maybe he was bitten by a spore-infected animal or something. That still gave me no clue as to his real age... many of the Seconds were also kept eternally youthful. A rare few, like Little Miss Menace, even froze in adolescence, a Spore Kid without any spores, not that it mattered. Unless you used serious political pull like she did to get a rare special exemption, the worst of the Spore Kid laws applied to you anyway. I regularly prayed that we wouldn't turn out like that, however we got our powers. I could get to like being eternally young, but just let me hit eighteen first. Still, if I had to guess, I would say Raj was probably pretty close to the age he looked... maybe within a decade.
I didn't recognize him as any hero I'd ever heard of, but I don't follow them like some people, and I was worried that if I asked, I'd betray my ignorance or offend him, so I let the topic slide. I could ask Alex later, he'd know. But I guess it explained how he and Carol hooked up, and it gave me an excuse to change the subject that I felt I could ask about. "So how long have you and Little Miss Menace been together?" I hadn't come across a reference to him while studying, although he may have been in the background of some of the pictures.
"About a year, uninterrupted, and, on and off, about five," he said, and then explained. "She has her temper."
"Are you planning on getting married?" I asked.
He laughed once, sharply, then gave me a condescending smile. "No. You misunderstand. I work for her. Whatever gave you the idea that we were dating?"
Now my face was burning again, and I felt very small. The only thing worse than making a big mistake is making it in front of somebody else. I tried to explain myself. "You said you were once a hero, and you seemed pretty close... and she called you her man..."
"Manservant. Personally, I prefer the term personal assistant, but she's old school. And we are close, but as friends, that's all. She's not really my type, considering I'm gay."
"Oh," I said, feeling myself blush. "Sorry."
"Don't be, I'm not. If I wasn't gay, I couldn't hold this job as long as I have."
That didn't make sense. "What? Why not?"
"Carol is a very sexually open woman, but she doesn't like romantic entanglements," he said bluntly, and then his eyes slid towards me as though he thought I might not approve. "She makes no secret of this, and so I betray no confidences here. And I'm not saying this to judge, either... there is nothing wrong with this. But it presents certain complications for a working relationship. A straight man in her employ will eventually want to have sex with her. Some women will as well, although mostly she just prefers to hire men. Every other time she's tried, there is plenty of sexual tension. Sooner or later, Carol will give in, or pursue him, or her, herself. They will tell each other, and themselves, that it is just sex, but once they start having sex, it's only a matter of time before the relationship falls apart." We were downstairs now on the main floor, and about to head downstairs again, in what must have been the basement.
"Why? I mean, they're both adults, why can't it just be sex?"
He made a weird clucking noise with his tongue and mouth as he flicked on the light. "It's almost never just sex. One night stands are one thing. I have those myself. They work because you never see the other person again. But seeing somebody every day, and also having sex with them? You can't put those things together and not expect fallout. 'Friends with benefits' doesn't work, not if you want to remain friends. It's biochemical, really. Your body tries to push you into falling in love, and it usually succeeds with one person more than another. You still feel jealousy when they're with someone else, resentment that the other person doesn't want to commit more. And when you work together, it's a disaster, because in some ways you're closer than friends, it's like you're more like family... you can't just walk away for a while until you get your head on straight, not unless you want to quit entirely. Most of the people who leave the Headliners? Do so because of just this sort of thing."
I wanted to argue, to tell him that sex could just be fun, that you could care about the person, love them, but not be in love with them. It just didn't feel like I had any good points to make. I mean, I'd only had sex with two people. Still, something inside me rebelled against his judgment. I just had to find the right words. "I don't think..."
I didn't get a chance to finish, but I didn't really know what I was going to say anyway. He held up one finger, and put his other hand to his ear. "Yes." I couldn't hear what was being said, but he made a little face, sort of rolling his eyes. "Very well."
"No, it was just Carol. She always seems to find one more thing for me to do." He grinned. "It's hard enough to work for her as it is, can you imagine what it'd be like if you added a few more hormones to the pot?" He opened one more door, and said, "And here we are. She keeps the terminal in the basement... don't tell her I said this, but the real reason she didn't want to help you herself is that it creeps her out. I do most of her searches for her."
That made me nervous. "Why?"
He shrugged and opened the door. "If it was a rational feeling, it probably wouldn't bother her so much."
We emerged into a simple room that glowed with an unearthly blue light, coming from the center, a sort of pillar that came up to chest height. On top of it was a large flatscreen, and there were other gadgets attached to the bottom or clustered around the screen. One looked like a camera, another a speaker, and others I couldn't begin to guess at. The room was also very cold, like air conditioning turned on to the max. "MARQUEE, are you there?"
"I am here." The voice was soft, neither male or female, and it sounded unconcerned.
"We have some work for you."
The bland voice of the machine told us, "You currently have guest level privileges."
"That's all we need." Raj looked at me and said, "This means we have access to the Internet, essentially, and the part of the police database they extend to registered Powered crimefighters, which I'll be on hand to sure you don't abuse. You won't get into any secret files or anything, but you'll have the advantage of his search capabilities and reasoning ability." I nodded. "MARQUEE, this is Taboo. Extend her guest level privileges for the next hour on my authority."
"Granted." I realized then that I'd never actually said my name while Raj was around... he must have been listening in while we said it to his boss.
"What would you like to ask?" Raj asked me.
I gulped. It was my moment. "I'm looking for crimes that occurred in or near Crash City. Yesterday, during the time that Menace was reportedly attacking." Information began to scroll across the screen. Wow, that was easy. "Maybe a little after, too. Say to the end of the day." For all we know it was meant to go on for hours and we stopped it early. More information appeared. Too much. "Cut out anything that's like a domestic assault, or misdemeanor, or where they arrested everybody already. Focus on break-ins or anything associated with the Powered community." I asked.
This was much easier than searching myself, but I still had to spend a couple minutes narrowing down the categories, and even then I still had a list of about a dozen crimes that might possibly be related, in order of likelihood. There was a lot more crime in the city than I counted on, even involving powers.
The most likely culprit, to me, was a break in at a research lab in broad daylight. Some kind of Powered attack broke in, although none of the reports I could find said whether anything was actually stolen, or would admit to what they were researching, it seemed like the kind of thing that might hold a secret weapon or something that a group would try and steal while all the heroes were distracted. Try as I might, I couldn't squeeze any more information out of MARQUEE, so I just gave up. I used my phone to take a picture of the list on the screen. "I guess we're done," I said with a sigh.
"Are you sure?" Raj offered. "It's quite a handy tool, and you might not get the chance to use it again." He smiled conspiratorially. "You know what I did the first time I got access?" I looked at him, curious. "Celebrity gossip. MARQUEE can't find much that's not already on the net, at least not on guest level, but if you ask the right questions, you can draw inferences. Think two celebrities are having a secret affair? Ask it to pinpoint the times they report being at the same place at the same time."
I smiled. It was tempting. "Like AnnaSophia Robb and Tom Felton?" There were rumors that the two stars of the Edward Twilight movies were having a secret affair.
"Try it," he suggested. "It'll be our little secret. Even MARQUEE doesn't consciously remember what people search, as long as it's not something that triggers a red flag like 'How to kill the Headliners'."
I shook my head. Although I was curious, I really did feel for the stars who had no personal life, and I didn't want to be a hypocrite by spying on them, and even if the information was out there, using a supercomputer brain to collect it all in one place... that felt like spying. "I'd rather stick to hero-related tasks..."
He seemed a little disappointed, and looked back at the screen. "Well, are there any other avenues you wanted to explore? Or other crimes you want help to solve?"
I started to say, "I don't think so," but then I remembered there was...
He told me to run, to not look back.
But he was my brother, and he was giving himself up to some psychos who wanted us, specifically for some reason that we, at the time, could not even imagine. We thought our Dad developed food preservation additives back then, and Mom was pursuing her art. Neither was a reason to target us. I should have been making my way through the trees to get away as fast as I could... instead, I was still crouched in the bush and high grasses.
"I'm here," Alex said, after he'd crawled a significant distance away from me. I didn't want him to, I felt better with his arms protecting me. "Just don't shoot any more..."
"Stand up," came the voice of the guy who'd been shooting energy bolts. I had started to move, but I couldn't not look. When Alex complied with the order and stood up, I saw him. And, through a gap in the bushes, I saw the guy, more clearly than the first glimpse I got of him, when we were running. Six feet tall, muscular, bald with a goatee, wearing black. He held a bare fist out, pointed at Alex.
"I'm standing up," Alex said. "I don't want any trouble."
"Come here." Alex took some steps forward, hands up. "Where's your sister, Alex?"
"She's gone," he said. "She ran the other way." I saw now there was another guy, dressed in black, with a helmet that covered his face, and what looked like curved blades on his arms.
He looked down at his arm, where there was some kind of band, an electronic device strapped there. "No, she's still here." He began looking around, and I ducked back behind the tree so I was completely covered.
"She's not, she's long gone," Alex insisted.
I should have run. But I couldn't just leave him.
He raised his voice. "Tabitha Carey. I know you're out there. You have ten seconds to show yourself, or I blow your brother's leg off." He pointed downwards. "I'm supposed to bring you in alive, but nobody said anything about intact." I wanted nothing more than to stay hidden, but he sounded serious and... if he was supposed to keep us alive, it wouldn't be that big a sacrifice to save Alex's leg. "Nine... eight... seven... six... five..."
I moved out from behind the tree at four, and stood up, and opened my mouth to say, "I'm here!" I got the first word out, but then...
... a streak of light from the heavens, like a bolt of lightning, targeted right at the monster who was nearest to Alex. The guy fell to the ground, and at first I thought it was an after image, because beside him, was a man who seemed to be made of light. It was then that I realized that it was Photonic. Our savior. He turned in our direction and said, "Run," in that buzzing voice, before being knocked backwards with a bolt of energy from the man who he'd just downed.
I ran to Alex, who grabbed my arm and practically pulled me away, although he couldn't help looking back either. Looking, but he didn't stop as he might have in any other situation... alone, he might have run towards a Powered fight, but now, his only priority seemed to be to get both of us to safety.
We knew Photonic, of course, but even Alex didn't know the guys who attacked us. Neither were among the big-named villains, and our parents were really protective of us and didn't want us to know anything other than that they was captured, and they were hired mercenaries, and honestly, we didn't ask more at the time... we were too shocked by the revelations that not only did our Dad work in secret government research, but that there were criminals after him. We didn't have any power to try and track the guys down, or the people who hired them... but now we did. "Can I look up a Powered criminal?"
"If you want, but you could probably do that from anywhere..."
"The problem is we don't know his name. He's not one of the famous ones. I was thinking MARQUEE could narrow it down." I focused on the guy with the energy bolts. I didn't even have a rough description of what the other guy really looked like, and for all I knew, the blades were part of a costume that he just used for that one job. Energy-bolt-guy at least had powers, and that was a starting point.
"Give it a try."
"Okay... I'm looking for a guy. Shoots energy blasts. White. Bald." Faces appeared on the screen as fast as I said the words. Mugshots, from the police databases. They weren't directly accessible by the public, but apparently we could get them here under guest access.
Not all the faces on the screen were bald. That's one of the things that was cool about MARQUEE, I guess. Somehow it was smart enough to realize that even though I said 'bald', heads could be shaved, so it gave an assortment of pictures, with the bald guys just among the best matches. Unfortunately, there are a lot of Powered crooks with energy blasts. And I mean a LOT. But that counts anybody who ever took powering drugs and used them to commit a crime, even if they don't have the powers full time. The problem was, for all I knew, the guy I was looking for fell into that category. I couldn't spot the guy in any of these pictures. "He might have been captured by Photonic once."
That narrowed the field significantly, down to about ten faces, two of them bald. Neither of those were him, but I saw number 3 from the bottom, with a full head of hair, had a recognizable goatee. "Him!"
Raj leaned forward to look as the face expanded, the moment I pointed. His name was Kevin Bush, and had a rap sheet full of assaults and robberies and break and enters. He was listed as 'currently depowered', which meant that he wasn't a Spore Kid or contaminated by Crash Debris... temporary powers from drugs was a good possibility after all. Luckily, included in the file was a list of known criminal associates. That might be a good place to start once we were ready to go down that road. I snapped a picture.
"It says he's incarcerated, and depowered." Raj pointed out. "I don't think you need to bother with him."
"I know. I'm really more interested in the people he hangs around with." I had a new idea. "Can I also get a listing of known organized crime figures in the city involved in drugs?" It was unrelated, as far as I knew, but I really wanted to take down that guy who electrocuted Alex once. We knew almost nothing about him, he was just a voice on the other end of a computer, but surely he was known to the cops somewhere.
The names started appearing, and I smiled, but Raj cut me off. "No, stop, MARQUEE." The response was taken literally. The names stopped flowing, but the ones there were still on the screen. I already had my camera up, but I looked to see what Raj was going to say. "You admitted you're new at being a hero, so listen to me. Do not go after crime lords. Stop random muggers and rapists, by all means. Tackle the super-powered morons who rob banks instead of getting a job, if you think you're tough enough. But unless you're fighting crime 24/7, with no room for people to care about, stay away from the type of people who will make it their business to ruin your life, just to send a message."
"Fine," I said. And then I snapped a picture anyway. It's always better to have information than not to.
He noticed... with just the two of us in the room the click was pretty hard to miss, and so he sighed in response. "I should just shut down the link entirely."
"Then why don't you?"
"I don't know. But are you sure you don't want to look up some celebrities instead?"
Maybe it wouldn't be that bad... I mean, if Alex was here, I'm sure he'd be using it for that... of course, the celebrities he'd be looking up would be Powered people. He might even accidentally trip over one of those 'red flags' Raj mentioned. It probably was a good thing my brother took the phone call with Menace, although I bet I'd uncovered a lot more useful information than he did. "No, it's probably best to be getting back. Deviant's probably talking your boss' ear off."
Raj made a weird noise, halfway between amusement and annoyance. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind if we took a little more time."
There was something about the way he said it that made me look at him and narrow my eyes a little, although with my mask he couldn't see it. We'd been down here a while, how long could a phone call take?
I sent my spatial awareness upwards, towards Menace's room, just to check if they were still talking, at least that's what I told myself, and I saw that instead of two people chatting at a safe distance, there was one big blob of motion... and it was on what I was pretty sure was the bed.
Heh, Deviant's in sooo much trouble now xD
Assuming Taboo doesn't get off on watching him and Little Miss Menace do the horizontal/vertical/whatever-direction-you-want mambo.
My stomach lurched, like I was going to throw up. No. He wouldn't.
She wouldn't. They wouldn't. Would they?
It had to be a mistake. It was just a fuzzy blob in my perceptions, after all. It could be misinterpreted.
And I had to know for sure.
Without any explanation or apology to Raj (who, I have to admit, I completely forgot about as anger and hurt raged within me), I teleported into the room... not out in the open, but behind the dressing screen Little Mess Menace had used when we first arrived.
I heard the grunts first, Alex, a little high pitched because he was using super speed, but I'd know those sounds anywhere, and, at the same time, a female voice, groaning, and saying, "Harder... harder..."
I didn't want to look, but I had to. I peeked around the corner and saw them... having sex. Little Miss Menace was naked, like a gold statue with silver hair, which was now flung all over the place. She was bent over on her hands and knees, and my brother, with his CoreWear pants lowered just enough to expose his penis, was penetrating her from behind. He also held her tail in one of his hands, pulling it upwards to get the bitch's ass in just the position he wanted, I guess, but it also made it pretty clear to me what he was doing.
Her own hands were rubbing her pussy from below, but Alex wasn't having sex with her... not normal sex. His dick was sawing in and out of her asshole. Not just pounding in and out, either, but vibrating, in the application of super-speed I loved so much, although not in my ass. For all of Alex's promises that it shouldn't hurt, if I was Powered, I'd always been scared and... I guess I wanted to hold something back. My resolve had been weakening, though, and I'd been almost ready to let him try, if he just waited a little longer.
And now he was doing it to some other slut, the first chance he got. I don't care if she was famous, she shouldn't be sleeping around with random people she just met... neither should he, for that matter. And she was bucking her hips like she liked it, too, like some porn star in an all-anal movie. She didn't seem to have any trouble taking him, either... Alex's got a pretty big dick but it all slid in and out of her with no trouble at all except a slight rippling of her butt cheeks as she tried to squeeze down on him. "Go on, fuck me... you claim to have super speed? Give me the maximum." she muttered. "I'm almost there..."
Some more moans, and an odd beeping sound coming from beside her bed, but I wasn't worried about that. I knew she was about to cum, and maybe he was too, and I couldn't stand that... this was worse than when I found out he got a blowjob from a mutual friend of ours... at least there, I didn't have to watch it. And just like then, only worse... it hurt me somewhere deep inside. It was just... wrong. So I did the only thing I could think of.
I teleported Alex away, back to his room.
I very nearly teleported Little Miss Menace away, too, maybe somewhere out into Lake Michigan, but I wasn't sure I could lock on to her directly. Besides, I wanted to give her a piece of my mind, once I could calm down enough to figure out what to say. The moment I sent him away, I ducked back behind the screen, and reconsidered... just leaving without a word seemed like a very good idea. Still, hearing her, "What the fuck?" was pretty satisfying. Not 'imagining her dumped in Lake Michigan' satisfying, but satisfying.
That beeping sound was now about the only sound in the room other than Little Miss Menace's slowing breathing. She must have answered the button, because I heard Raj's voice. "Finally! You know, it's hard to keep an eye on a teleporter. She disappeared about a minute ago, I know you wanted more warning, but... "
"I know," she said tiredly. "She's here now. It's okay, Raj." Her voice changed, now projected directly towards me. "You might as well come out now, I can hear your breathing." She must have super-acute senses like her Dad.
Well, now that hiding was no longer an option, I stepped out, in full rage mode. She lounged back on the bed, against the headboard, still naked, and legs spread obscenely. Her tail showed off an unexpected talent, wrapping underneath her and pushing at her slit casually, like an extra long, stubby finger that she could use to masturbate with. And while she was talking to somebody, too. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" It was the only thing that came to mind.
"With me? I'm not the one who barged in on a consensual sexual encounter."
"You don't even know us. For all you know he's really sixteen."
She shrugged, like it didn't matter. Can you believe it? The bitch shrugged! I probably shouldn't have said it, we were supposed to pretend we were older, but still... it was illegal! And she didn't even care. Some hero. "He said he wasn't, and I believed him," she said casually. "And, by the way, he said you weren't his girlfriend, too, so if you have a problem with what we did, take it up with him, not me."
"I'm not his girlfriend," I insisted.
"You just want to be."
"I do not."
She sighed. "You're having sex though, right?" she asked, and then didn't let me answer. "I could smell that much. So either you want to be more than fuckbuddies, and he won't commit, or you're not ready to admit you're in love with him."
"I'm not in love with him," I said.
"Then why are you so jealous right now?"
"I'm NOT jealous." I wasn't, I was sure of it. I was just mad. At both of them. For being so irresponsible.
"Uh-huh. Believe me, I understand... the boy is... very good at what he does." She reached over to the night table, opened a drawer, and pulled out a long slim dildo. The girl was totally shameless. "Look, if you want my advice...."
"I'd never want your advice," I snapped. "You seem like a horrible person, and are probably a horrible hero. I can't believe I once did a report, praising you."
She paused, stared at me, and for a second I got legitimately afraid, but then she continued, as though I hadn't interrupted her at all. "You'll get your feelings sorted out, and tell your partner how you feel. Because it's not going to work out if he doesn't know you're in love with him." I opened my mouth to protest again, but she continued, "Now, if you're done being jealous, I've got some unfinished business. Apparently you can show yourself out."
"Bitch," I said, and then teleported away... but just to the rooftop across the street, where I collapsed and let the tears I didn't know were coming start to flow. My phone began to ring... Alex, probably, but I didn't answer it for the same reason I didn't teleport directly to him. I needed time, time to calm down, time to come up with the real explanation for why I did what I did.
There had to be one. I just wasn't consciously aware of it, but my subconscious must have picked up on something and made me react on instinct.
That had to be it. Had to be.
The alternative was that Little Miss Menace was right, and I was in love with my own brother.
And that was impossible.
Next Time: The Cold Shoulder
You had us all fooled with the 'anal' tag. Not the outcome I was expecting at all. Well played. Keep it coming.
Also any guesses on how long this story is going to be? You seem to be setting yourself up for some pretty large plot arcs. Got any estimates or are you just pursuing this as long as it interests you?
#5 is my favorite issue thus far. Keep up the good work, AnonyMPC.
I was expecting it was going to be too obvious, actually, but hey, glad it worked.
The series is intended to be open-ended, like a comic, continuing as long as I'm interested, and with no particular ending in mind. I've got some good ideas where the next three or four installments will go, and rough plans beyond that. I'm having a lot of fun with it, but I'm probably not going to jump right into the next part yet, I do want to work on other projects too.
This story is just fantastic. It's not often I care enough about an erotic story past a quick wank, but this manages to pull me in. Well done!
I'm in love with this story as much as she's in love with her brother. I really enjoy her point of view as well. Cause I'm a guy so a guy's point of view is not as fun to read about if you know what I mean. :P
I think I'm a bigger fan of Alex's POV but I want to see them both
Hey, what are you doing on page 3? Back to the front page with you!
Way to get my hopes up. :( I got so excited seeing it on the front page again.
Back you go. Part 6?
Don't you die on me.
Back up on page 0, please
bump of sadness
bump of hope for part 6.
Hey AnonyMPC, you still around? An update, or just a word on whether we should stop hoping for a progression would be great. In any case, thanks for this story.
I'm still here, I just haven't had much time or energy to write much lately.
As it stands now, the next Relatively Powered is the closest thing I have to being finished, but it's still not all that close.
Thanks for the honesty. I don't mind waiting, I just don't like waiting when I have no idea if anything will ever happen.
We need MPC5!
I just finished reading MPC4 and I actually got kinda depressed that there's no more MPC to read, at least for now. So, I agree with the anon in the post above. We need MPC5. Hell, an update to any of your stories would be great.