Ace Savy and the Wild Card

Story by Perimity

"Alright, you two," Lynn Sr. said, halfway out the front door, "don't make too much of a mess while we're gone."

"'kay dad, have fun!" Loki forced a smile, waving his father goodbye.

The blonde teen slammed the door shut with relief, expelling a tiresome groan. Had it not been for his dad's rambling about tools, the rest of his family would've been gone half an hour ago. However, for the time being, it was just him and his little sister Linka, who he'd agreed to babysit.

Linka leaned over the armrest, fluttering her legs against the cushions while looking to break the silence. "Soo~, whaddya want to do?" she asked, hoping he had something `fun` in mind. Linka reminisced to the last time they were alone, a moment they shared to practice kissing. Loki insisted he'd learn for his girlfriend's sake, but he'd bailed halfway through. On the other hand, Linka yearned for more, as awkward as it was at the time.

"Eh, I'm just gonna chill for a while." Loki whipped out his phone. "I could use a little peace and quiet after dad talked my ear off, anyways." Linka slouched down. "Booo. Come on, don't you wanna hang out together? Do something to pass the time?"

Loki ignored her pleas, approached the couch, and plopped down onto the other side. "...anything?" she asked desperately.

"Nah, I'm good."

"But we've got like three hours befo-"

"Nope." Loki's attention dwindled and his responses became increasingly short.

"...Let me guess, you only agreed to take care of me so you can get some alone time?"

"Yup."

Linka pouted, slouching further into the couch. She stared at her brother while the clock slowly ticked away, hoping that he would have a change of heart. With his eyes glued to the tiny screen, it'd been clear to her that there were no plans of it. Defeated, she got up from the seat. "Alright, fine!" she whined, heading for the stairs. She'd have her fun one way or another. "If you want to play with your phone all day and be boring, go ahead! I'm gonna read some comics."

"Mhm."  Loki's mind remained calm and collected, despite the lingering thought of his breakup with Bebe several weeks prior. The new-found peace he'd obtained was time, time he'd spent texting others now became personal leisure.

Loki tapped and clicked his phone when a faint shuffle from upstairs faded in and out his eardrums. Without warning, Linka hopped onto the couch, the impact nearly bouncing Loki's phone out of his hand. Loki shot her a menacing glare, but to his surprise, she'd undergone a complete wardrobe change. Linka adorned her Ace Savvy costume that Loni had tailored. Personally, he thought it looked ridiculous, usually voicing his opinion without restraint. Although whenever he did, she'd always proudly defend it, stating that it helped her `get in character`.

Linka had his attention, but with a short huff of spite, she ignored him for her comic. She shuffled about, unsatisfied with her seating, looking for a better spot to engross her mind in the world of Ace Savvy. Loki watched while she nearly kicked his shins several times in her subconscious search.

Finally, Linka let out a content sigh. She found her spot, and it caught Loki's attention. Her legs were spread against the couch, one hanging above the back cushion with the other planted on the floor. The red briefs didn't leave much to the imagination, with her thighs completely bare. Regardless, he knew it'd be wrong to look, but he couldn't help himself. It was alluring-- almost inviting.

He knew he'd be in the wrong, but the mental gymnastics to justify his actions beg to differ. It's not like she had paid attention to him, noting her head buried deep in the comic. Besides, it's just staring, he thought to himself, nothing more. The situation worsened however when he felt an all too familiar tingling sensation against his shorts, while her innocent humming struck his nerves.

Amidst his gawking, Linka clasped her legs shut with a quick slap, changing her spot to relieve her aching back from the armrest. This time; Loki watched with full interest, closing his own legs while the tent in his pants only continued to grow. He knew how picky his sister could be with seating arrangements. Any good spots she'd land in would only last half a minute at most. If he wanted to get a better look, he'd have to get closer.

"Hey, uh, Link'?" Unfortunately for him, his mouth moved before he could think out a plan, but he knew he had to roll with it now.

"Hmm?" Linka kept her eyes on the comic, carrying an inflection that matched her brothers' from before.

Loki put away his phone, "Whatcha reading?"

Hearing her brother finally show some interest, Linka quickly dropped her uncaring act. "It's the latest issue of Ace Savvy!" She proclaimed, "Edition number 493, 'Ace Savvy and the Revenge of Wild Card Willy.'" she sat upright to him at eye level, "I've already read this one, but since the next edition comes out tomorrow, I wanna get refreshed so I know what's going on."

"You're such a nerd."

"Am not!" Linka shouted. From the short pause between the two, she got an idea to pass the time. "Hey... now that you're not sitting around texting, how about we re-enact some stuff from the comic? We can turn it into live action!"

Loki scoffed at her request. "You're not helping your case, sis." Despite his mocking, her pleads didn't fall on deaf ears. Loki thought about it for a moment. It would make her happy, and he could get a little closer like he'd hoped to before. It was a win/win. With his mind made up, he simply shrugged, "Sure, why not?"

Linka's face lit up with joy. "Awesome! Just let me flip to a good page real quick."

"So, like, do I have to get dressed up or something?"

"Wild Card Willy always change costumes, so you're fine." Linka replied, "You just gotta be a little, y'know, evil."

"That doesn't seem too hard."

"Yeah, not for you." Linka jokingly quipped under her breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" she giggled, heading upstairs for the second time, "We'll start when I get back down! I just gotta get some stuff."

"What about the scene?"

Linka's voiced changed to a loud muffle, now further into the upstairs hallway. "Don't worry about that, just get into character!"

Loki couldn't believe what he'd gotten himself into. Just a little curiosity turned into a game of pretend with his geeky sister. Given the short time he had alone, he let out another drawn out sigh, glad that the situation didn't go south. The only problem, the bulge in his pants, which hadn't gone down in the slightest since before. Despite this, Loki had a plan. Avoid any contact down there, and there should be nothing to worry about.

"'kay, ready!" Giving him the signal, Linka dramatically slid down the handrails, landing onto the floor. "The jig is up, Wild Card Willy! Stand down!" She took out a short stack of cards, separating them through her fingers, "Or would you rather do this the hard way?"

Loki did his best to contain his laughter over her cheesiness while he worked to keep a villainous inflection. "You won't arrest me without a fight!" Still sitting on the couch, Loki put his arms up in a karate pose, "Wild Card Willis-"

"Willy."

"-Willy literally never surrenders!"

"The hard way it is, then." Linka said, putting the cards back in her utility pouch. "Prepare yourself!" she exclaimed heroically, springing over the coffee table. Linka caught him by surprise when she crashed past his defenses, ramming her shoulder into his stomach like a truck.

Loki coughed. "Lucky shot, but that's not enough to stop me!"

"Then I'll need to resort to more tactical measures!"

Linka planted herself over Loki's thigh, reaching forward while struggling to put his arm into a submission maneuver. Although the tackle managed to balance out their power gap, Loki didn't succumb to her whims. On the other hand, Loki's concern wasn't the power struggle, but Linka's leg. Every stretch she'd inch closer to his crotch, forcing him further into the couch.

Loki should have enjoyed what was going on, roughhousing was his kind of fun; however ,this more important game was in play. The stakes called for his concentration and for Linka's sake, he needed to remain in character.

While Linka concentrated on his one arm, he attempted to slither away undetected. "Things aren't going to go the same this time, Ace Savvy," Loki paused for effect, "for I know your weakness!"

"Really?" she asked with a playfully snide tone, "And what's tha-aaagh!" Linka yelped, raising her voice like the spandex trunks grasped in Loki's hand.

Loki's plan succeeded, her legs retracted, she hunched closer to her abdomen, and avoided his groin. All he needed to do now was let go and they'd continue their little roleplay session like nothing happened. However, he didn't let go, he couldn't; not with the view in front of him. Linka's pale cheeks gleamed in contrast to her suit. The lining of her pants poked at her supple folds, rubbing her sensitive flesh with the slightest shake.

His heart raced, time felt static, and his thoughts became cloudy. If he'd made it this far without any problems, then maybe he could drag it a little further. Linka didn't seem to mind, he thought. If she were upset, then she'd literally said something by now, right?.

The twinkle of conscience left in him wanted to know, but a mere glance down snuffed it out. From the small patch of clothing in between her slit lied the faintest dark spot. ?Was she actually enjoying this?? Without any verbal communication, he sought out the green light.

Loki gripped the trunks tight, gauging her reaction with an experimental pull. The elastic stretched and Linka elicited a quiet groan upon his lap. Her voice seemed less contained than before. He tugged further, constricting the pants with added pressure, flossing the helpless heroine's puffy cunny.

Amidst Linka's strain, she let out a soft noise that he didn't expect ? laughter. Any restraints that shackled Loki were now broken. He went wild, yanking the trunks further and harder. Loni's masterful crafting showed when the seams found new limits with every tug. Meanwhile, Linka couldn't help but moan with her backside being teetered into the air. Loki couldn't see her face, but her squirms and juices dripping off the latex told him everything. Sporting a dubious grin, he let go; the elastic slapping her rear while she rested on his lap.

Through raspy huffs, Linka tried to pull herself up, but her wobbly arms sent her crashing past his lap and onto the side of the couch. "You... haven't won yet." she muttered, trying to get back into her superhero role. She was completely at her nemesis' mercy, and he knew it.

"I haven't, huh?" Loki grasped the side of her torso while she knelt against the armrest, "Then I'll just have to finish the job."

Loki finally caught a glimpse of her face and around her dark eye mask laid a coat of light red sprawled against her freckled cheeks. The improvised teasing left him pent up, but pushing aside her drenched trunks to reveal his prize made him swell. Loki's hand rested on her spotless mound, rubbing his thumb upon her nubby clit before parting her slick slit to spot her pretty pink insides.

Without delay he yanked down his shorts, resting his rock hard shaft atop the crevasse of her cheeks for some much needed air. Linka shivered, the warm thump of his length bewildered her. Loki paused, his nagging mind caught her subtle movement, telling him maybe he'd gone too far. However, Linka gently grabbed his hand, rubbing her soft tender fingers against his palm. It was all he needed to drive away his intrusive thoughts.

Hands intertwined, he nudged his tip in between her delicate folds until he prodded a fleshy barrier. Linka whined, her legs buckled, and her body stiffened upon contact, halting his trek any further. Loki eased off her sensitive hole, feeling her warm sopping insides dribble down his length. He knew exactly what "it" was and befitting to her petite stature, Linka's would be incredibly tight.

Loki grasped hold of his shaft and slid the head back in place, snugly tucking Linka's lower lips. Then he eased his weight forwards, delving deeper while stretching the spongy shield. With a light, yet gradual thrust, his glans pierced through her sensitive barrier. Linka coursed with pleasure and pain, shuddering underneath Loki's engorge girth that split her inner walls. Her breath stifled, squeezing her brother's hand in an attempt to alleviate the sting. Loki stood still, clasped in hand and inside her like a vice, awaiting a response.

"Y-you monster..." Linka 'complained' in-character, loosening her rough grip once the pain subsided.

Just as Linka did before, Loki gently brushed his fingers against hers before separating from their embrace. "A monster, huh?" Loki said, "That was nothing. I'll show you just how much of a monster Wild Card Walter-"

"Willy..."

"-I can be." Loki's gentle tone immediately dissipated and despite his repeated mess-up, his words excited her. She approved and he knew he didn't have to hold back. He gave her ass a hard smack to prove himself, forcing a sharp mewl out of her while leaving a radiant red hand print.

Loki gripped her marked cheek, molding her skin between his fingertips like a soft pillow. Although she endured the initial push, Loki sought to mold her insides. Without hesitation he gave a steady commanding thrust, wracking her limp body and expanding her cunny's crevice. Linka clenched the cushion and buried her face, relinquishing her control when his staggering length invaded her deeper walls. He continued to pump inside, nudging to new levels of her clinging flesh.

Linka had found comfort with every pass, but then a small surprise tingled her other hole. The shape alone gave it away. "No," Linka whimpered, "you wouldn't." Loki didn't respond. Choosing to let his actions speak for him instead, he jammed the tip of his thumb into her butthole. The mere touch made her squirm. "

You fien- ngh~"

The helpless heroine fell silent when he dug deeper than before. Loki's thumb spiraled within, enjoying her little reactions to his intrusion. Although, to his surprise; Linka cooperated with his movements, gyrating against his twists, but allowing him to prod and play with her tight hole. The fusion of rough yet caring stimulation were perfect at loosening her to further accommodate him.

Thrust after thrust, she let out a loose raspy moan while her body rocked over the drool-drenched armrest. Linka no longer cared for the noises that escaped her breath, only the one's that stirred inside her. Meanwhile, Loki felt something stir inside of him. He'd reached his limit. Unsure of what she'd want, he slipped out for bother their safety. A slick pop followed by a gooey trail tethered to his pulsing member. Loki tried to settle down. However, for Linka, the emptiness drove her wild. She craved the sensation that had been swiped from her. Linka lunged at him, catching him off guard. She'd turned the tables by pinning him to the cushion.

She smirked triumphantly. "Looks like I've got the upper hand now Wild Card Willy!"she declared, unraveling her suit to expose her flat freckled chest and nubby nips.

"Now we play by my rules." she teased, gracing his frenulum with her fingertips.

Linka pushed aside her intrusive trunks, pressed her folds up his shaft, and straddled above his pulsing cock. The young girl slid down carefully, biting her lip while struggling to envelop the tip. She understood her brother's plight, having inserted less than a quarter length. Linka placed a hand on Loki's stomach for balance, rocking her hips to gain traction. Being in control meant she could set the pace and with it she molded herself. Although, her current fit felt snug for both parties, she continued to plow deeper. Her hair swayed, her legs tightened, and she gazed upon her lover. She lowered her head to his, the stimulation had made her unable to sit up straight and drove her insane. She wanted all of him in that moment.

Linka breathed deeply and dived even deeper, recklessly impaling herself onto his length. She did not let an inch escape her lust-fueled grasp. Her thighs grinded against his while her clit massaged across his pelvis, stirring her scorching melting pot with his thick rod. Loki felt the sweat roll down her little thighs, she radiated like an engine and fired like a piston.

 "L-Linka-" He moaned, "I..." Linka placed a finger over his mouth, shushing him while she held herself in place. She wanted this.

Wave after wave of her arch-nemesis' seed poured into her womb, flooding the shuddering girl's belly  with thick baby batter. The sensation forced a familiar feeling from her, dribbling her own liquid ecstasy down like a cracked dam. Their mixture seeped from the gaps of her plugged walls, pouring onto the couch with an alabaster hue. Linka went limp above him, burying her head against Loki's shoulder as her world came back into view.

"Well..." Linka said through huffs, trying to push herself back up, "that went completely different than I was expecting." Loki didn't respond, effectively agreeing with her as his body felt a pound lighter. "I'm just glad you went along with it."

"Wait, went along with what?" Genuinely curious, he finally spoke up.

"Oh, you know~, the staring, the closeness, all that."

Loki felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment. "You... saw that, huh?"

"Pfft, you thought I wouldn't?" Linka let out a playful laugh, "I saw everything, up to that 'thing' you were trying to hide the whole time." She finally found the energy to get up as she leaned against the armrest, "I was just hoping to get your attention with the little leg show since you were being a bore, but all of... that, happened."

"You did all that just to get my attention?" Loki asked with a sarcastic tone, "That's a little overboard."

"Hey, don't judge me!" Linka snapped back, "You left me hanging after that kissing practice a while back."

Memories of the event flooded back to him. "Oh right, I, uh, kinda bailed on that one." Loki admitted, "It was just for Bebe, but now that things have changed," Linka stared at him as he paused, "how about we practice some more? We've got time, after all."

Linka grinned, pulling him closer to her by his arm. "Let's get to it, then." Without any full from her brother, the two embraced once more, savoring the few hours they had alone.