Frisky Business 3 & 1/3rd

	Everyone knew life on the surface wouldn't be perfect. No matter how happy of an ending you could make, you couldn't forget the wrong you'd done. Despite memories of his time as Flowey dwindling away as the years went by, his memories of his actual life stayed with him. The mistakes that he and Chara had made, how they could never just go all the way back and stop it all from happening. Maybe deep down they knew what they were doing was wrong, but kids make mistakes sometimes. Asriel thought about growing up with Chara every day, and the only thing that kept him from being depressed was knowing that in some way, they did manage to indirectly bring down the barrier long after they put their plan into action. That, and Asriel knew someday they'd meet again after his passing. It was only the second time he really opened up to Frisk about Chara. He had been quite adept at masking feelings of sadness after growing up with Frisk, having been desperate to shed his image as crybaby. It was the first time in years she'd seen him unable to hide it, his half closed eyelids and lack of a smile showing his guilt and regret. She leaned in to kiss him, hold him, and lay with him as she loved to do. A smile broke across his face as they rolled on the floor. His hands illuminated with light and heat, a magic trick he loved to employ to make things a little more fun. This time however, when he placed a hand on her face to caress her cheek, she instantly passed out and her body came crashing down on top of him, forehead bashing into his snout. When she woke up, she had only four words to say. "That was fuckin' trippy."

	"You recalled it so vividly,  that's the only explanation! You're sure it wasn't my own memories I somehow passed to you?" He shook uncontrollably at the implication of Frisk's story. "It wasn't like watching a video, it was like remembering something you tried to repress." She told him. She recalled how she first fell into the underground, how Asriel found her, all the memories of being raised by Toriel and Asgore, and the plan they had conceived. "The only thing it can be is reincarnation." He took a deep breath. He'd never felt so warm in his entire life. "But if the memories are back, what does that make you?" She smiled and knew the answer. "Hey, despite everything, it's still me, Frisk. Er, Chara. Whatever the fuck. Just, at the same time. I think I always have been, I just didn't realize it." She grasped his hand and moved her thumb over his palm back and forth in a soothing motion. "So, what do I call you?" She laughed. "Well, I got to pick "Frisk", I didn't get to pick "Chara", so I like Frisk better. But you call me whatever you want." She leaned in to kiss him on the forehead. That was three days ago. They mulled over how to break the news to Toriel and Asgore, and Frisk felt the first few pangs of guilt at coming to terms with what they had done long ago, but other than that, she kept up her usual sense of humor. Asriel stood in the bathroom brushing his teeth, while Frisk bounded around in the apartment's living room. She took a deep breath, and bellowed out - "WHY DO YA BUILD ME UP - BUTTERCUP BABY, JUST TO -" Asriel looked at his unamused reflection and spit out the toothpaste into the sink. "Are you gonna make that joke every day now!?" He shouted at her, something he normally didn't do.

	Hours passed and at times he thought she was trying to avoid the discussion. On the other hand, she thought he was too nervous and needed some time to think things over before that happened. Not everyone learns that their best friend and lover turns out to be the reincarnation of their adopted sibling. Asriel pulled a bottle of soda up to his mouth and tilted it upward enough for the liquid to begin flowing out, but kept it there, not actually taking any sips. He exchanged brief, nervous glimpses at Frisk. She lowered the volume on the tv and looked him in the eyes. She sighed, and broke the silence. "Ready to talk more about this?" He nodded and sank lower into the couch. "Look, let's not beat around the bush-" she cut him off. "Yeah, we can do that in a little bit." He sighed heavily and struggled to find the right words. "That's exactly it - I mean, we've been doing it for a while now and, I mean, golly, isn't that wrong?" She shrugged. "Maybe? I dunno, I was a pretty big flirt before I met you, not a lot weirds me out. We aren't blood related. I mean, we're not even the same species. So it's not like we'll have extra retard babies or anything." The phrase hit Asriel in the gut like a bad pitch. "It's not so much that I'm worried about but  - don't families not do that for a good reason? I don't want this to drive us apart somehow." She didn't think it was possible, but she did get what he was saying. She tried to reassure him as quickly as she could. "Well, considering everything we've been through, I don't think that'll ever happen." His shoulders loosened and he tried to sit up, but she leaned over on to him and planted a kiss right on his mouth. "Look," she said, chuckling in the middle of her sentence, "I know you're nervous to do this again, but, the sooner we do, the quicker you'll get over it."

	Taking him by the hand, Firsk winked and led him across the apartment to their bedroom, and she jumped backward onto the bed, letting her tired muscles relax and ease into the comfort of the mattress. He tried to take his shirt off by grabbing the bottom with his arms crossed to be sexy, like they did in movies. But when he got to taking off his jeans, he hopped around on one foot, nearly losing his balance as she giggled at him. Throwing them onto the floor nearby, her looked her over as she laid with her arms behind her head, legs spread apart. He felt strange being turned on at her tanktop, panties, and thigh highs, but stopped for a brief moment to look at her smug grin. That was it right there, what really reminded him of Chara. He climbed on top of her and they met face to face. Legs brushed against one another as a hand found it's way to his long, fluffy ears. "I can't believe I didn't think you were just reincarnated when we first met." She took a second before stating matter of factly - "Well, going off of the two pictures you had, we look almost exactly alike, ya dolt." He furrowed his brow. "Hey, that's not fair, all you humans have the same doofy haircut and you're all like five feet tall!" Laughing, she silently agreed with him, but always took an opportunity to embarass him or make a joke. "So you're gonna fuck your sister AND be racist now? Alright, guess we can sew a Klan hood on that battle robe." He tried not to smile. "Maybe we should sew your mouth shut too, while we're at it." He began to pull her panties down, his fingers trembling and the her panties slipping out of them due to his nervousness.

	"C'mon now, hot stuff, don't start losing confidence now, we've done this plenty of times." He took a deep breath. "Not with this uh...context." He didn't even bother to remove her panties all the way, just snaked under them between her legs and felt her thighs against his sides. Making eye contact once more, she let him pause for three seconds before asking, "Well, you gonna put it in or nah?" He closed his eyes, and tried to relax his nerves with some humor of his own. "I'm just a boy Frisk, don't make me feel like a man." "How poetic of you," she commented, snickering at his phrasing, "I bet the philosophers of old wrote about this kinda fucked up shit." His eyes drifted to the left at the dresser and closet door in the room, still in disbelief. Of all the strange things that had happened in thier lives, this took the cake. "Fucked up" was a good way to describe it, he though. He was enjoying it more than he thought though, as he felt himself throbbing against the soft tufts of her just above her opening. "Alright, nothing fancy," he thought. Their eyes closed and their lips opened for a silent, long kiss, and he slowly prodded at her drenched entrance. Sliding a hand up her tank top, he drifted his fingers around in circles in a loving manner. Magic allowed him to again warm up his hands with a soft glow of heat and light to please her as best he could. Her hands made their way to his back and horns as usual, not sure of which to grip first this time. A slow, gentle push before he slid in suddenly and completely, engulfed by her warmth and excitement. She too enjoyed the feeling of having him inside her and totally on top. She didn't often let him take the lead without them agreeing to switch, but it was a nice change of pace.

	Minutes passed as he gently thrusted over and over, trying to keep his hips circling and hitting her insides in all the right spots. He'd never recalled such an intense heat in his life. Running her fingers through the tufts of hair on the top of his head, and then pulling down to what hung behind his neck, she took a brief moment to enjoy the sounds of his heavy breathing. He did as well - he liked when she was loud and crazy, but variety can never hurt. "So that's what that looks like." she said out loud, after breaking a kiss. "What do you mean?" he asked, inbetween heavy panting. She pointed at the mirror against the wall, on her left. "A dirty sister-fucker." His spine tingled at the sound of it. They stared directly into the mirror for a few more seconds. "You know", she said, "it's pretty hot how you know how wrong this is, but you keep going anyway. I guess you're wracked with a perverted sentimentality. I'm so telling mom." He couldn't stop even if they wanted to. Weird or not, it felt so good, and nobody was getting hurt. He muttered under his breath "Emphasis on perverted..." in a self-deprecating manner.  She laughed and pulled him in closer to feel his warm breath on her collarbone. "Fuck, that huge thing is nice." There was what he had been expecting for quite some time now. He wondered just what part of a soul it is that makes a girl a freak or not. "Do you remember that game we used to play, with the faces?" Frisk asked, the memories of her time as Chara flooding back once more. His face lit up with excitement. "Yeah!" He touched his tongue to his nose and closed his eyes. A small fit of laughter escaped from her lips and she scrunched her face up in her best impression of the Grinch. The laughter made him pause for a second, just enough for her to appreciate it's throbbing excitement in her. Looking back at her, he flashed her the sexiest bedroom eyes and smirk he could manage. "You know, Frisk, maybe you should let me be on top all the time. You seem to be enjoying it quite well." She smiled, a twisted idea coming into her head. "And you said not to make you feel like a man. How could you not, with those tightened muscles, those impressive horns, that huge cock inside of me right now -" He felt the heat on his own face now, and not just his hands. Leaning her head back, she took one deep breath, and said. "That's funny. What made you thINK YOU WERE IN CONTROL!?"

	Frisk let loose the most disturbing face of all in their game, her eyes and mouth seemed to melt off her face in a dripping, oily abyss, as if it were ripped from a nightmare invading reality. Asriel let go and jumped back in fright. "AAAHHHH! FRISK, WHAT THE FUCK!?" Her laugh sounded like two at once, echoing through the room, quite fitting considering the circumstances. Despite all this, his erection still lay inside of her, and she leaned forward to climb on top of him, siezing the opportunity. "Looks like I win!" Frisk shouted, her expression still haunting and enough to cause dread and insanity in most. Asriel's shouting ended and was replaced by frozen fear and bewilderment. "HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?" he screamed, desperate to make sense of what was happening. "WHO CARES?" She casually threw her head back before slamming herself down at his rock hard cock, pointed straight up in the air despite the scare. He didn't feel in danger, but that face was something else. It caused his heart to nearly beat right out of his chest. A fwapfwap sound echoed throughout the apartment, drowning out the sound of the tv's volume in the other room. Sweat dripped down her body from the intensity, and he could think of nothing to do except hold onto her hips for dear life. She leaned down to place her forehead against hers, and Asriel nearly bit through his lip while coming face to face with the wraith like sight before him. Without saying a word, he came first this time, shooting load after load directly into her, the searing heat from which caused her to now orgasm shortly after, her walls providing a nice treat for his erection. The oily black substance dripped out of her mouth into his while their combined juices poured out of her onto his thighs and the sheets. Slowly, her face turned back to normal, and heavy panting from both of them continued once more.

	She collapsed onto his body and immediately began planting kisses along side his ears and cheeks as he took deep breaths. Finally calming down a bit, she offered and explanation. "Maybe residual magic from my time with you is letting me do some freaky stuff. After all, you were pretty powerful at one point." He felt around under her before wrappind his arm back around her shoulders. "Frisk...Chara, I love you so much." He said, pulling her closer. "But for the love of GOD, next time you do that, give me a warning. They both agreed to not mention that part to Mom and Dad.