"When am I ever going to get all of you in ? Stephanie and mom can, why can’t I?"
Feeling bad for her, I say,
"You will today".
I start hamring into her cunt, making her grunt every ti I strike her deepest parts. When she hits her third orgasm, I quickly make a switch to loosen her womb a little, and she cries out loudly, as I feel that strangling little ring slip around my cock’s head, and my balls slap her clit.
"Holy fucking GOD, that’s deep!" she cries, and then can’t get anything else out as a fourth and fifth orgasm crashes through and around her. I don’t let up, and love how that tiny ring feels as it slips back and forth around the sensitive rim of my mber.
I know I’m getting close, but don’t want to cum just yet, and pull out. I let myself recover for a few seconds, while my sister’s pussy dribbles her juices down onto mom’s trimd vagina. It almost looks lonely, lying there, and I decide that mom needs so more attention. I slip in to the hilt, as I pull mom’s legs up to my hips, forcing my sister a little more forward. The two won start kissing again, and I slip two fingers into Loveth’s pussy to get them wet, then slip them into her ass.
"Mmm, do I get to feel my brother’s thick cock in my ass?" She purrs as she turns to look at . There is so much wanton lust in her gaze that I almost drop my seed into mom’s velvety folds right there, but sohow I hold on. She starts to push back against my fingers, and I easily slip three, then a fourth into her. It’s tight, but I wonder if I can get my whole hand inside her sweet ass. . .
My older sibling yelps in surprise when I get my thumb in, and she turns to look at wide eyed. Mom cums around my penetrating tool, as Loveth nearly screams, "Yes, shove your whole hand into my ass, Nick! Oh, fuck, I can’t believe I have my brother’s fist back there, while my young mother’s sucking on my tits." She grunts as her anus slips around my knuckles, and my entire hand is buried in her ass. "Holy. . . I’m . . . Ungh. . . CUMMING[/b!]"
This is finally too much, and I fire gob, after fiery gobbet into my lovely mother’s devouring womb. Mom’s moans join Loveth’s, as we all explode in one large ball of orgasmic bliss.
We spend the next couple days setting up a great divorce lawyer, and making sure mom is taken care of in every way, before heading back to the ship. The process is strangely clinical and exhausting, full of paperwork, hushed conversations, and long discussions about assets, tilines, and contingencies. I make sure every docunt is solid and every possible complication is addressed. If my father tries anything at all, he will find himself overwheld by consequences he cannot talk or maneuver his way out of.
Loveth points out sothing I had not considered. My dad’s career as a lawyer is finished. What good is a lawyer that cannot lie? It takes quite so ti before I can stop laughing. The irony settles in slowly and then hits all at once. Years of polished deception, courtroom performances built on carefully arranged half truths and strategic omissions, undone by a single irreversible change. For once, the balance of things feels almost fair....
.......
The ship seems oddly quiet, with only Loveth, , the two aliens, and the kids onboard. The others have not yet returned, and I do not begrudge them the ti with their families. The silence stretches through the corridors and settles into the tal walls. The usual background noise of movent and conversation is absent, replaced only by the low chanical hum of the ship’s systems. It feels less like a war vessel and more like a place that is waiting for sothing significant to happen.
Loveth gets right to work, trying to co up with various strategies with the two alien sisters, while I spend most of my ti practicing my switches in the blue, featureless room. I am trying to co up with so way to defeat the demons that will not also kill or Loveth in the process. Every failed attempt adds weight to my thoughts. The blue room offers no distraction at all. There are no corners to focus on, no textures, no shadows, only an endless stretch of color and the sound of my own breathing. It forces to confront my limitations without anything to hide behind.
After hours of making various switches in a number of objects that Vage supplies for , and still unable to co up with any sort of attack that will surely work, I lie on the floor, sweating and depressed. My body aches even though most of the effort has been ntal. Each idea collapses when I examine it closely. So are too unstable. Others are too unpredictable. Several would destroy the target but take and Loveth along with it. Power ans very little if I cannot control the aftermath.
"You are giving up." The statent cos without warning and is delivered in a very matter of fact tone with only a slight Asian accent, startling out of my thoughts.
"I did not know you were back on board," I say, trying to steady my breathing and slow my racing heart.
"I just arrived." I wait for her to say more, but she remains silent, and I turn to look at her. She is still there, and surprisingly, she is not turning away from my nearly nude body. Her gaze is direct and thoughtful rather than embarrassed, as if she is observing an experint instead of a person.
"I am not giving up, I am just taking a short rest," I tell her, suddenly aware of how exposed I am beneath her steady stare. I reach for a towel and drape it over myself, more for my own comfort than because she seems to care.
"I do not understand you," Leslie says after a long and uncomfortable pause. I can only lift an eyebrow in response. Here stands, without argunt, the most intelligent human being alive, and she claims she does not understand . "You possess extraordinary power. You can accomplish almost anything you choose. You have won who are deeply devoted to you. You are not hesitant to use your ability, yet you hesitate when it cos to using it in ways that could improve life for everyone."
Stunned, I stare at her. I push myself into a seated position and attempt to form a aningful response, but all that erges is the extrely unhelpful, "What?"
She gives a look that clearly communicates her opinion of my intelligence, but I refuse to react to it. When I remain silent, she exhales in frustration and continues. "You are clearly not foolish, and you could be influencing senators or even reaching the president and steering this country in a better direction." I continue to stare at her in disbelief, and she shakes her head slowly. Does she truly expect to interfere in governnt at that level?
"I do not like manipulating people," I tell her. The words feel insufficient compared to the scale of what she is suggesting.
"You expect to believe that all of those won are with you and that you have not influenced them at all?" The sarcasm in her voice is unmistakable, and I feel heat rise to my face, a mixture of embarrassnt and anger that I cannot easily separate.
"Well, I did manipulate Tina, but I genuinely regret that and I refuse to manipulate anyone else," I say, trying to defend myself even as the mory makes my stomach tighten.
"And your professor? Tina’s mother? The man you transford into a woman, or even your father?" Each na she ntions feels like a physical blow, and I flinch despite myself. "I reviewed your files while I was at ho." The realization unsettles deeply. Her connection to the ship and the nanites is extensive and powerful. If she can access the ship’s records from ho, then she has access to nearly everything I have done.
"They were mistakes I made while learning how to handle my ability, except for my father. He deserved what happened to him, and so did Harley Quinn." Even as I say it, I am aware that believing soone deserves sothing does not necessarily make it right.
She studies carefully at the last na, and I can see the mont she understands that I am referring to Dan.
"But think of the good you could accomplish," she says, her voice no longer sharp but deliberate and persuasive. "You could remove corruption without violence. You could prevent wars before they ever begin. You could ensure that leaders make decisions that genuinely benefit humanity rather than themselves." She takes a slow step closer and folds her arms. "Instead, you are afraid of becoming the villain in your own story."
The blue room feels smaller than it did before, as if the empty space has finally begun to press inward around us.
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