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I stare up at an unfamiliar ceiling trying to sort out things after a crazy day. It’s been… chaotic. Totally fucked. After a bunch of false starts and my mind running around in circles, I decided to throw out some pros and cons to settle myself down.
Con: Apparently I died.
Pro: Reincarnated.
Con: Reincarnated in Worm.
Pro: As a cape, already triggered
Con: In Brockton Bay
Pro: In New Wave, so I have backup.
Con: Apparently this body got hit by a thrown car.
Pro: Panacea was my adopted sister, so healing on tap?
Con: Seriously, it’s fucking Worm.
I abandoned my simple pro/con list when the list of cons devolved into screaming Worm to the uncaring heavens and I had to stretch to come up with more pros. Still, that bit of respite let me reboot all of the trains of thought going through my head. I was the previously-nonexistent twin brother of Victoria Dallon. She was still Glory Girl, the up-and-coming Alexandria Package of New Wave, while I was a weird offshoot that took more after my cousins. I had flight, a weird hybrid of lasers and my father and uncle’s explosions, and what my previous self had thought was a very weak version of Vicky’s personal forcefield. Apparently it didn’t help when I/he flew down to pull bystanders away from a cape fight. Through whatever reincarnation shenanigans happened, the current me woke up in John Dallon’s body shortly after being healed by my now-sister, Amy. Vicky had been pale and shaking, hugging me tightly, and even Amy, the experienced healer, had looked pretty peaky.
The rest of the day had quickly blurred past as I desperately tried to make sure my sudden change of mind wasn’t blatantly obvious. Luckily- for me at least- my sister’s control of her awe/fear aura was a bit shaky which took attention off of me a number of times. It had also lead to finding another ability, one I wasn’t sure that John/I had known about before today. In a somewhat-related vein to GG’s emotion-affecting ability, I could also affect what people were feeling, and her aura just washed right over me without effect. In my case, however, I didn’t seem to be able to induce any feelings myself, but I could get a vague sense of the top one or two emotions that predominated in people and dial the level of that feeling up or down, like changing the volume of a radio. It seemed to work either by skin contact or a very short range, andI had immediately applied it to blunt the awe effect on both Amy and Carol, and decreased the worry Vicky was feeling down to something that allowed her to regain control. In a similar manner, I tried tweaking what Mark was feeling, but time would tell if simple changing of feelings helped fight against actual depression- I wouldn’t hold out hope.
Fuck, I wasn’t even sure what day it was. I had been kept fairly busy recounting what I had remembered and being mother-henned by everyone within eyesight, and my phone had apparently not survived my auto accident. Getting up, I flipped my laptop open and waited long enough for it wake up. February 5th, a bit after midnight. No way to un-trigger Taylor, still a few months until Lung. I had only vague memories of the canon timeline, but with some time and names I could see about lessening some of the grimdark going on here.
I shut the top on the computer and turned around just in time to see my bedroom door open silently and Panacea creep in, closing the door behind her. Her hood was up and must have been blocking her peripheral vision, because she turned to face the bed more fully and paused, obviously confused.
“Amy?” I asked quietly.
The little hop and squeak that resulted was totally adorable. She pushed her scarf and hood away and stared at me a little wide-eyed, her eyes flickering up and down my mostly-naked body. My fledgling emotion sense went haywire as Amy’s feelings went absolutely crazy. I stepped closer as the chaotic tumble sorted itself into a three-emotion strobe.
Worry
“Did you just get in from the hospital?” I asked softly. Amy flicked her eyes away and made a jerky little movement that might have been a nod. I wanted to press the point, but decided that tonight wasn’t the time. Instead I dialed down her worry just a bit as she reached out and touched my chest. I knew her biokinesis didn’t have any tells, but I imagined I felt her scan my body for any issues I may have picked up in the past few hours since she touched me last. In turn, I reached out and started pulling her costume robe off her shoulders, fighting down a smirk at the blush I could barely make out in the dark.
Guilt
That feeling I dialed down immediately. Not completely- I certainly didn’t want to be heavy-handed on my first day, and honestly I had no way of knowing what the guilt was specifically about, but the last thing I wanted was to let all of Amy’s issues fester. By this point I had stripped her down to hospital-issue scrubs, so I merely guided her with me towards the bed, throwing back the covers and pulling her down to rest her head on my shoulder.
Lust
And that I left alone. Vicky and I looked remarkably alike in the face, and who knew how my sister’s mindfuckery had twisted Amy’s desires. Besides, I didn’t see Amy (or Vicky a small part whispered) as my actual sister, and she was pretty cute- a freckled Velma from Scooby-Doo came to mind. Perhaps I’d even subtly bump her affection up every now and again and if it ended with us naked then so be it.
Amy’s hammering heart slowed down and other emotions crept in. Most I ignored, but some I tweaked up (safety, calm), or down (angst, guilt, guilt, all the guilt). She fell asleep curled up next to me in short order and I followed not long after.
I woke up like every man wants- sweaty and covered in bitches. Unfortunately, the sweat was from both of my sisters laying on me, along with not only my comforter, but Vicky’s purple one as well. She must have come in during the night and joined us, perhaps because of my brush with death. Unfortunately for me, both of my sisters were sexy little space heaters so they were gonna kill me from heatstroke in short order. Luckily for my life, the girls stirred only minutes after me, and I amused myself by not bothering to act ashamed or try to hide my morning wood. It caused my twin to hasten her escape from my room with some interestingly mixed feelings, but curiously (or not) while Amy pretended to ignore it, her eyes lingered on my bulge and she lingered in my room quite a lot longer, with lust firmly in the forefront of her mind.
Seeing as it was the weekend, after some serious mothering from Carol the three of us headed out to get my phone replaced, do some clothes shopping- that was all Vicky- and generally have me be seen in order to quell the strange rumors of my death that had appeared on PHO the previous day. Midafternoon or so found me dropping Amy off at the hospital after Vicky had taken off with Dean. I, however, headed back to the Dallon- my house. I had a couple of things I wanted to accomplish. The first, and most banal was to restore my phone from backups and trawl through bookmarks and browsing history on both it and my laptop to get a sense of who I was. There was a large amount of memory sitting quietly in the background and providing me information and context as issues came up, but I firmly believed that a bit of research and work would help keep me from saying something that got anything from confused looks to Master/Stranger protocols called on me.
For my previous self’s part, it was obvious that he was a teenager who didn’t think his parents knew how to use technology. No private browsing, no deleting history, no encryption on anything- Christ, what a moron. Fairly plebeian taste in porn, apparently a fan of the NY Giants, had an on-off thing with an older girl who graduated from Arcadia last year, but wasn’t sure how far along he’d gotten. The textual flirting was teenager-level cringe unsurprisingly, but the shared pictures were nice at least.
I’d continue looking over all of that, but instead I looked over my sisters’ rooms to see what I cold dig up. Most of what I found was unsurprising- Vicky browsed a lot of fashion and jewelry sites, but also had a large bookmark collection of cape research. Taped on the desk next to her computer were some rules that Carol- Mom- and Aunt Sarah had given her to try and curtail her PHO posting. I was also completely unsurprised to find she was sexting with Dean- she had a number of saved pictures of him both in and out of costume from various tabloids as well.
Amy’s browsing, what little there was of it, was either medical in nature, which I expected, or fetish-y incest porn. Which I’ll have to admit I also expected. The contents themselves were interesting, and probably colored by the difference of my existence. The majority of it was sister incest, but a look at the history showed a marked increase in bother/sister or threesome incest in the past six to nine months. The few porn image searches she had made lead to chan-like sites that hosted fakes of naked capes. In turn, searching through her download history helped direct me to a badly-hidden folder with those fakes of both Glory Girl and myself, with one or two of our cousins to spice things up. The real prize, though, involved dumping a backup of her phone from a month ago. More specifically a non-standard camera app that didn’t save to your main photo list. In there I found pictures of both Vicky and myself asleep in our beds. Most weren’t risqué, but there were a number of shots where Vicky had popped out of the loose shirt she had been using as sleepwear, showing a full breast and creamy nipple, and on my part a video and accompanying pictures of Amy’s hand pulling the shorts I wore to bed up, showing my flaccid dick resting on a thigh. Watching the video and listening to Amy’s heavy, lusty breathing had me rock hard. The timestamp from that, the most recent image, was just three weeks ago. Starting out, there were long stretches between stolen pictures- she obviously had to work up the courage to do it, or was only driven to do so when incredibly horny. They had become more frequent, making me think that Amy was either getting bolder or more crazy. No matter the reason though, I couldn’t find it in myself to be anything but aroused.
After carefully wiping any trace of my entrance into their computers and rooms, I went back to my own self-research until dinner. That was my second dose of Carol Dallon, and I could easily see her dislike of Amy. It wasn’t super obvious, but being able to get a read on emotions made things painfully clear. It wasn’t hatred, and it wasn’t fear, but there was always a thick undercurrent of dislike whenever her attention shifted to her adopted daughter. Afterwards ,Vicky and Amy did some girl stuff in Vicky’s room for a while- it was a fairly common thing that I was never invited to and never cared to spy on. I did peek into Amy’s room and found her phone charging, so I stole it and dumped a backup to my computer to sort through later. Amy then headed out to do more rounds at Brockton General, and I persuaded her to call me to pick her up around midnight.
The more recent dump showed that Amy had gotten much more bold. There were shots of Vicky completely nude where Amy had obviously pulled back her sheets and kept her asleep, and another video from my room. This one showed me bottomless with Amy pressing a finger against my cock, which quickly swelled to full hardness. Heavy breathing and soft murmurs from behind the camera continued for almost a full minute before her hand, shiny and wet reached out and wrapped around me. A moment later my already large cock grew visibly in both length and girth. If I hadn’t already been rock fucking hard from the eroticism of the video that would have done it. Holy shit, best sister ever! The rest of the pictures were anticlimactic in comparison, but her choices in reading material were as perverse as ever and made for decent reading. In fact, a couple in particular gave me some ideas that I would put to use tonight.
Surprising no one, the alarm I set for 12:30 to remind me went off with no message from my darker-haired sister. I gave her another fifteen minutes while I got ready before opening my window and speeding off towards the hospital. The nurses on staff ratted Amy out immediately, and I had bundled her up in the blanket I brought along in short order. Returning to my room I dropped her on my bed long enough to shut everything back up and started stripping her out of her costume yet again. I bundled her into bed and cuddled her head on my shoulder without so much as a squeak from her. In fact, I was happy to feel content bubbling up to the top of her feelings. This time I wasn’t going to stay quiet, though.
“So, I have an unpleasant question…” I began, then ran my hand along her back until she finally made an inquisitive noise. “How fucked was my brain yesterday?”
Amy shuddered, clutching me hard enough to bruise. Content disappeared and was replaced by fear. “Your whole brain was lit up like the worst seizure I’d ever seen, but your body didn’t move. It just wouldn’t stop, I couldn’t-“
I combed my hand through her hair, nudging fear down a few notches. “I saw things. Maybe it was hallucinations, maybe it was alternate timelines, I don’t really know. I do remember seeing worlds where I didn’t exist- it was just you and Vick. Honestly most of them were like that- no me around to be awesome. In any case, I saw a lot of realities where you had only Vicky to help and all of them were pretty turbofucked. It feels like I watched a thousand versions of the two of you suffer through all kinds of bullshit. Lifetimes of alternate history, all super detailed like I lived them myself. Then I woke up in the hospital with you two. I’ve been thinking over everything I saw and it’s got me kinda messed up.”
Confusion radiated off Amy in waves. I looked down and her face was pulled down in a cute little frown. “What in the hell are you getting at?”
“It made me pay attention to both of you, to watch you not as my sisters who are just around, but as people.” I responded. I manhandled both of us upright and sat her on my lap, facing me and took a deep breath before I took the plunge. “I saw you checking Vicky’s ass out, Ames.” She bucked, trying to get free, and I had to hope my shitty forcefield kept her from touching me. I tamped down on terror pretty hard and did the same with self-hatred. “I saw you stare at me as well.” Amy thrashed in my grip, and I leaned toward her ear and pitched my voice down a register. “And I liked it.”
Amy went rigid and I pulled back to look her right in the eyes, cupped her cheeks gently and kissed her softly, holding my lips on hers for a few moments before pulling back. She was a hairsbreadth from hyperventilating when I kissed her again, caressing her cheek and resting my other hand on her waist. She continued to stare at me, biting her lip so hard I was afraid she’d draw blood. “Please- please don’t be fucking with me,” she hissed out finally. Her emotions were cycling faster than I’d ever seen, I couldn’t get a handle on them to do anything. I decided to be as blunt as possible.
I ground my hips up, giving her a perfect feel of my erection against the crotch of her scrubs. “I’m going out on a limb here,” I admitted, “but I felt it this morning, a very not-brotherly pull. I thought you were feeling it too, today, and I had to say something before I was too afraid to go through with it. I’d understand if you don’t want-“
“Fuck yes!” Amy quietly moaned, launching herself at me and taking us horizontal. Her lips descended on me and her tongue clumsily invaded my mouth. We writhed against each other on the bed like the teenagers we were, hands everywhere and our lips greedily feasting on each other between sucking desperate breaths of air. For minutes we were submerged in waves of want and need, the bitter taste of hospital coffee contrasting with the sweet taste of Amy’s tongue.
I managed to pry my sister’s hands and mouth off of me long enough to get her attention. “Amy, baby, we gotta be careful.” I couldn’t help the devilish smile when she gave me a plaintive whine instead of real words. “I’d love to fuck you now but I want to hear you scream yourself hoarse and that’d bring the whole house running.” That made her buck against me, and I used my flight to roll us over so I could lay against her side and lean over her. My right hand easily found its way into her loose scrubs and underwear, cupping her hot sex. I ran my hands through the wet thatch and pressed a finger gently along and into her slit, dragging it up until I tickled her clit. Amy arched up off the bed and would have moaned to wake the dead if I hadn’t swallowed it with my kiss. “Come for me baby, let’s take the edge off. We have plenty of time to explore every day after this.”
Amy came from the words and light touch I was giving her and I mentally tweaked her lust back up a bit. I wanted her to have a brain-melting orgasm, or a series of them. Slipping my finger inside her tight channel, I started slow circles of her clit with my thumb, speeding up as I murmured in her ear. “I’m gonna lay you down on Carol’s bed and fuck you until you scream for me to come inside you. Then I’m going to flip you over, stick her pillow under your hips and fuck your ass until you squirt all of your brother’s come out on it.”
That dirty talk apparently hit all of the right buttons. My sex-addled little sister locked up tight for what had to be the better part of a minute before weakly grabbing for my head to hold our lips together. I coaxed a second, softer orgasm from her with a few lazy flicks of my thumb and almost gave her a third before she regained enough coordination to snake her hand in to my shorts and try to wrap her hand around my throbbing cock. “Just a warning, I already jerked off a bunch to take the edge off before talking to you about this.”
Shoving me back to get some space, she turned towards me so her other hand could join in stroking me as her pleasure-darkened eyes met mine. “You came thinking about me?” she asked. “You came thinking about your sister?” A honest smile lit up her face as I nodded and groaned. She started stripping her top off but was unwilling to completely release her grip on my dick so I joined in, pulling the scrub shirt and a sports bra off, freeing her dark-nippled breasts to rub against me. Now topless, she started stroking me again with both hands, flicking her gaze between my crotch and my face. I floated up, pushing her flat on the bed and straddled her chest and her stare zeroed in on the throbbing cock right in front of her. Immediately afterwards my balls felt full enough to burst and precome dripped from my slit to splatter on her tits and neck. The sexy little minx knew what she wanted. A hard jerk caused a drop to fly up and hit her lips, her pink tongue licking it up as soon as it landed. “Are you gonna come for me?”
That honey-sweet voice made my balls churn, and I knew I wouldn’t last more than a few seconds. Still, Amy seemed deep in the incest fetish and it was spicing it up for me as well, so I dialed the pleasure she was feeling up high and growled. “Gonna come on my baby sister’s face, fuck!” I came in a torrent, my power-swollen balls plastering Amy from her tits to the headboard. Fisting a hand in her frizzy brown hair, I nudged my cockhead into her mouth and loosed the second shot as our eyes met. I spiked her pleasure as high as I was able to take it “You’re mine, Amy. My little sister slut.”
Amy shuddered, bucked, and came around the cock in her mouth. I lessened my hold on her pleasure enough for her to think as she continued to nurse on me like it was the center of her universe, swallowing noisily. When I finally stopped cumming I pulled out of her sweet little mouth and smiled down as she scooped the cum off her face, sucking her fingers to clean them. Floating down next to her, I assisted, making her suck my fingers clean of her own juices before dragging two fingers through her slit and tasting them myself while she watched. She was delicious, sweet and so unlike anyone else it had to be power-related.
We cuddled there for a while longer, whispering sweet words with soft caresses, reassuring kisses and secret smiles. Soon enough the perpetually-overworked Amy almost fell asleep against me, so I roused and prompted her to clean the sheets while I dressed her in a pair of my shorts and a t-shirt. I held her against me as she started to drift off again, heightening safe when she felt it, lessening guilt the few times it bubbled to the surface. She finally fell asleep smiling against my neck and I ran my hand over her curves, the little sister I now owned, and slept with her.