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.”

“What?”

“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 about doing something without a condom or cumming inside, because this was something we needed, instead of just something I needed that she helped me with. That’s how I sometimes thought of our sexual encounters, anyway… although I knew she liked the compliments, and I knew she enjoyed herself during the act, I always figured that if I didn't press her to do it, she'd never think to ask me. I even 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.

***
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.

“How?”

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 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?”

“You think?”

“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.”

The End
Next Time: The Second Issue!

This is easily some of the best stuff that I've ever wanked to. Well done.

All of my want. Please, just keep doing this for as long as you can. Sex scenes are fabulous and it has a storyline that not only makes sense but obviously shows work has been put into it. Not to mention I love supers anyway.

Lol, I like it :3 we expect more soon!

I might actually have to starting frequenting the site, just to read this o.o haha..

Incest powered supers... Wow.

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Yes, i saw his asstr profile. Thank you anyways. <3

AnonyMPC, you are a god among men. Stay awesome.

And now... the second installment!

Relatively Powered #2 (mf, inc, cons, superhero)

"The Second Issue" (no additional story codes)

There are a number of issues people have to face when they start to go down the road that leads to being a superhero. The first one that confronted my sister and I was our powers themselves. I mean, discovering that incestuous acts gave us a variety of super powers was certainly 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 make ourselves into the kind of costumed heroes that make all the headlines.

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 other Powered foes.

But most of those other heroes have decades of experience, and I might have grown up watching their exploits, and the reality is, things are a lot harder. 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 nearby 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 gave my sister the once-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, to protect our supposedly innocent minds from their frequent and very loud lovemaking, 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 pretty easily from the outside.

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 nestled 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 either; 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 where that wasn't a problem. 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."

***

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.

"What?"

"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 at that distance, 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 tip-offs 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?”

“Sort of.”

“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 that, 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 do 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 back 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 Greymen're 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. "Maybe you'll get something really cool."

"No way. You might get a new power out of it, but that won't make ME cum." So far I hadn't convinced her to try it... she was scared, and maybe a little jealous. She already felt it was terribly unfair, we get powers based on how we cum, and while there are plenty of ways she could potentially 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.

"Yeah, right."

"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."

"What?"

"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 about it, 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 the 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 rigidity, 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 glanced 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 on what he bought, 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 stuff 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". Even Charles Core doesn't understand all the physics behind the Powered, and he had an alien science database downloaded into his head. Still, certain things were known simply through observation... 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, so I could feel her perfectly clean asshole wrapped around my dick, not to mention 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. We had to, to make sure they actually lost something. I mean, those guys could wake up at any moment, 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 can.

"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... maybe that's part of the reason she's obsessed with doing the right thing. 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.

The End
Next: The Third Issue!

Fuck yes. Keep it up. The sex is fantastic and the fact that there's an actual story that I am genuinely interested in truly makes this erotic literature instead of the run of the mill fapfic. By all that is unholy you are truly one bastard I really appreciate.

This is no joke some of the best stuff I've ever read, elit or otherwise. Do you read Astro City? This really reminds me of it, but sexier. Looking forward to more!

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Thanks! I'm no longer posting my stories here, but #3 is now up at http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/RelativelyPowered003.html

Picture unrelated, except that it's a little related, thematically.

Hey anonyMPC. Glad to see you clacking away here at 99 again! I have always loved your work, and this is awesome! I still think that you should try publishing something. If that "50 shades" shit can be marketed, then why not this? Other than the obvious fact that most guy's don't read books anymore... What I'm trying to say is, most of all, you are an awesome writer, and I hope that you continue to write this story!

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Thanks, though I don't have any plans to try and enter the publishing field. Do anything with underage characters, and try to publish it somewhere other than the dark corners of the Internet to make money off it, and there's way too much risk of large numbers of people freaking out and creating a shitstorm and making a determined effort to track you down and ruin your life.

Glad you enjoy it though. The next part is up at http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/RelativelyPowered004.html and #5 should be ready in a week or two. It was originally one big part that I decided to split in two, but I still need to do some rewriting and finishing on the second part.

After a long gap, the newest installment, #9 is done, at http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/RelativelyPowered009.html

But I guess I haven't been posting announcements here, so if you read it from this thread you might want to start at www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/RelativelyPowered005.html, or just go to my ASSTR site directly, www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/