Monster 3.7

You didn’t really know when the morning had come, every little breath from your sister’s wonderful lips keeping you on edge as you rested, eyes closed tight, in her arms, fiddling with everything beneath her skin. It was oddly relaxing for what had been technically a sleepless night of cuddling in her arms, every inch of you tingling with anticipation for the next moment where maybe she might finally awaken to disturb this waking dream.

It took a good eight hours before that moment came, Othela’s tired wriggling between your lips a testament to your work in the night.

“Mornin sis.” Victoria spoke groggily as she parted from her sleep time stupor, the end of good things at hand. “Did you get any shuteye last night?”

She stared down at you, expectantly.

“No...” You bit your lip, looking up into her eyes from your position nestled amoung her supple breasts. Then with a sly grin added. “I couldn’t sleep though the snoring. Like a buzz-saw.”

Victoria rolled her eyes before starting to giggle. “Right as if you’re ever any better. How you’d think I knew you hadn’t been asleep?”

You winced a little at that one, and put on a put upon pout.

Vicky’s laughter only grew stronger.

You couldn’t help but love that.

“So what are you planning to do today sis, I mean aside from weird skin touching, cuddle times with your big sister that is?” Victoria teased, pinching your cheek lightly as she rocked you lightly from side to side. “I will admit though that I do kinda miss those times, you were brand new and I had to take good care of you from start to finish.”

Your cheeks filled with blood. “Uh… yeah. I remember them a lot myself. Taking a break together tonight was a good idea.”

“Still haven’t told me your plans.” She placed her fingers at your ribs, ready to draw involuntary laughter from your body. You wished it was more than that that she would draw.

“I think I’m going to spend today with Connie... Cuddle time is nice but I plan on doing some sexytimes with my girlfriend. And I don’t think it’s particularly safe out in general right now, so keeping my head low with someone who home studies when school isn’t an option is actually a pretty good thing for me.” You smiled up to her face with your lies. You had ideas of how spend the day, but the wet wriggling of Othela between your legs spoke of your excitement for the more wicked thoughts which crossed your mind.

Victoria stuck out her tongue, even as her fingertips trailed across your ribs. “Eww! Lesbians!”

Your laughter was as much forced as genuine as she began to tickle away. Thought an odd though occurred to you as the fingers pressed in, their pattern across your sides causing fits of muscular contraction and sensation almost torturous in nature, yet welcomed because of who it was that produced them. Yet somehow you couldn’t help but crave something else, something more extreme than the giggling fit which she was currently evoking.

You’d have rather her break something.

Maybe crack your rib.

You deserved it after all, it would have made you feel... special. Something rough and painful.

The thought of it made your nipples swell even though the tickling session, embarrassing arousal interspersed with forced sensation. You wished that she would make you scream. Like you’d done so many times with so many others. Othela was your safety net afterall.

You could enjoy her enjoying breaking you to pieces, and then not have to be the one to put them all back together again.

Othela’s stimulations only grew.

And then you gasped out loud…

Back arched in unmistakable orgasmic bliss.

And suddenly the sensations stopped.

“Uh… sorry Amy… I ah… Sorry… I’ll just get going.” You heard as your sister set you aside with casually dismissive strength, even as you started to realize just what had happened in Victoria’s arms…

Oh god… what had just happened in Victoria’s arms.

Your cheeks burned hot.

Your entire upper body was red like the blazing sun.

You...

...She…

Oh god… why did you always have to ruin everything?

By the time you managed to get up and get yourself fixed enough to walk outside of Victoria’s room, she’d been long gone. Rushed out in a flurry of motion, and gone from the house as if a ghost, vanished from sight. You bit hard at the inside of your cheek.

And tears welled up in your eyes.

You’d fucked up.

You fled.




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Work.

You had to work.

You had work to do, to concentrate on to make things happen even as the world around you spun and set itself on fire. No, fuck that, consentrate, get what you wanted to do and do it. You had ideas, buzzing spinning ideas which floated about within your brain, ideas which were the best kind of distraction from you being an inconsolably huge fuckup. Playing with blast-furnaces and you manage to burn yourself on a fucking kiddie stove.

What were you thinking?

You really weren’t.

And yet, the phantom sensation of her fingertips lingered upon you.

You wanted more, you wanted to hurt.

You wanted to work.

Yes.

Keep going.

It took a bit of time, though it had been a simple enough addition to your various creations. A plug and play interface though which they could link to each other. You started small and scaled up, even creatures the size of a small mouse would be able to have the appropriate interface port, an organ which you designed as a special thing all its own, an invasive outsider which would integrate itself with existing biology then do the work of signal translation between those plugged into each other on the network.

This would allow you more flexibility in deploying assets and having them work together, interacting at a level beyond simple command and outside of the need for the ‘wireless’ connections which saw Taylor as their hub.

Something for a future which you are no longer too sure that you’ll have.

The next task which you set yourself was to expand your knowledge of the parahuman condition. You’d been dealing with these powers a lot since you’d first made Rune your good little bitch, turning off and on powers, making sure of compatibility between the power’s mechanical interfaces and the biology into which you’d implanted it. Yet, up until now you’d hardly explored the just how much control over each power that the little almost alien growth within in the brains of each and every parahuman allowed regulation of the powers which were granted.

It was almost obvious to you from the way in which everything work as you either disconnected or reconnected it, that the powers were not truly generated from some internal agent, at least, not most of them. Whatever it was, it seemed to you as though the expression of powers, their manner and manifestation, were tied deeply into whatever the region’s control mechanism.

The Corona Pollenia, and its seat of active control, the Gemma.

“Pierce. I need you.” You spoke almost absently as you called forth the spine growing shaker brute. You’d gifted him with everything he’d desired in truth, a rare occurrence for you, normally so very quick to take away all that your victims treasured... if only so that you could make them love the shit they’d have refused to walk in before you’d butchered their minds and bodies in to compliance.

You sat in silence as you waited for your enamored parahuman bitch to find his way over. His power was interesting in itself, the ability to cause nearly indestructible spines to sprout from any surface which he hit. They didn’t last for too long, but in any interaction with him they were always a factor. In fact the truth was that his power was always active, always working in little ways which would not be obvious to the casual observer, since even the most casual touch would cause it to make them, even his clothing, no matter what type were destined to always be scratchy.

It was interesting, his power had basically modified the part of his brain which felt pain, changing the way the sensation was interpreted without interfering with other functionality. It also provided a low end healing factor for him.

It had been part of how you’d come up with the enzyme soup which you used in the jaeger saliva now, the cellular breakdown and rebuilding mechanisms which on their own in a wild and unrefined state could be used to cause near instant scar tissue over any area.

Beautiful terrible scars.