Fucking Sisters for Power Ch. 03

"Wait, what're you-?"

Seeing bloodlust in his sister's eyes, goosebumps shrouded every facet of Steven's body.

"Si-Sis! Wha-?!"

Selena's right-handed fist breezed past his face, and from the shockwave that followed, the mountain behind was blown to kingdom come.

Turning the panic-stricken Steven's head in the mountain's direction, she smiled as he paled.

"You... were this strong all along, Selena?

"I'm an operative of the Supreme Agency, Steven. Most heroes and villains can't come close to my level of power."

In quick succession, he inhaled and exhaled, still can't believe what he was witnessing.

"You know," she spoke,

whispering in his ear,

"I think you can take that punch."

"Are you insane?!" he shrieked in dreaded horror.

The laugh of his sister rang in his ear, and before he could speak another word she'd already created some distance between them; some feet away.

Clearing the distance, she reeled back her right arm; slowly this time, and she roared, giving her absolute best.

"Ahhh!"

While his scream echoed about, Selena's fist went to strike his face, but instead, it seamlessly slid through - akin to the effect of punching a ghost.

His clothes fell to the ground, and his sister's eyes widened. Selena puffed out--trembling--while retracting her fist.

"Steven..."

"Holy shit, Selena..."

"Why... do you have my unique ability... and every other ability I possess? And after cumming inside me, no less?!"

Steven paid no mind to his sister's words, gazing at her in terror as one would a monster.

Noticing his apprehension, Selena reached out toward him, quietly calling,

"Steven."

He backpedaled, gulping.

"You," he whispered,

"actually tried to fucking kill me, Selena."

Selena closed her eyes. Inhaling, she unfurled them to say,

"That punch of mine was going to be but a light tap. Why else do you think it was approaching so slow, Little Brother? I merely wished to uncover your unique ability."

He pursed his lips.

"Ah."

He burst out laughing.

Selena giggled.

"Holy shit, Sis! You almost literally scared the shit out of me!"

His sister began laughing alongside him. Shortly, they stopped. Steven was beaming. Selena's face was contorted into an expression of lust and intrigue, however. His naked body distracted her, and so--before he knew it--she dressed him.

"Steven, you have all my abilities; albeit to a far lesser degree."

Losing his smile, Steven nodded.

"Hm-hm."

"And you attained them, this new physique, right after finishing inside me."

"Hm-"

His sights grew expansive.

"Wait, are you saying my unique ability's-?"

She gave him confirmation, crossing her arms with a nod.

"Correct. Fucking me gives you my abilities, and mine alone, it seems. The maid, that Darlene: her unique ability allows her to hear the desires of others in her proximity, yet you clearly hadn't acquired that ability upon fucking her, for she had first told us it spontaneously activated out of the blue in the beginning. I alone give you strength."

Steven smirked, visage teeming with excitement.

"Awesome. So you agree that I was right, yeah? You really are... something truly special, Sis."

Selena blushed, involuntarily beaming and resting her arms at her sides.

"Look who's speaking of special, the man who gains his sister's abilities upon cumming inside her."

Something about her words stuck with Steven. He placed a hand under his chin, and thoughtfully gazed off into the distance.

"Selena, do you think it's only because you're my sister?"

"I'm not su-"

Realization crossed her features, and her mouth went agape.

"Steven, you're not thinking it's possible to, too, gain our sister's abilities by cumming inside them, are you?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

He threw a wry smile her way.

"Why that face? Feeling jealous, Selena?"

Profusely blushing, she scoffed.

"Please. I'm a grown woman, Steven."

Steven stepped forward, causing her to look unsure.

"You're right."

He put his forefinger before her face, letting it waver before her slightly parted lips.

"You're right, you are a grown woman. One who gets off at the thought of her precious little brother beating his dick to her."

Lust over her almost sedated countenance, she murmured,

"Yeah."

Before the elated Steven could run his mouth, Selena drawled with panic creasing her features,

"Anyway... Before you'd raised that question about our sisters, I devised the hypothesis that you harbor the ability to evolve each time you cum inside me."

Looking enticed by that idea, Steven voiced with a grin,

"Well, I'll be a sisterfucker."

Selena closed her eyes, unable to hold in the chuckle that rolled from her lips after.

"Okay. Very clever. But only after I'm done with work. I'll be sure to book motel rooms for both of us each night. Can't have the other girls finding out about our... special relationship."

Eyeing her deeply appealing cleavage, he said,

"Wholly agreed, Sis."

She rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Anyway, we're done for the day."

The sound barrier broke, and they stood before the elevator in the blink of an eye.

She strolled inside. Her brother followed.

"You'll meet my supervisor, be given your hero rank, as well as the option to choose your hero name."

"Awesome."

"And, just to be on the safe side, your unique ability will be listed as 'Intangibility'. My supervisor seems nice, and I think he's nice, but I don't trust him one bit. Who knows what they'd try--what Christina Vale--would try, if they thought you carried such an ability."

Steven gave her fat ass a nice squeeze, causing her to go, "Ooh" with widened eyes. She then lightly breathed out,--whimpered--clearly aroused.

"I appreciate it, Big Sis," he sensually whispered into her ear.

"I appreciate you. You'll get a real nice fucking later. I guarantee it."

Selena slowly, somewhat nervously nodded. She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together; her panty now damp with her pussy juice.

"Steven, you're... really making me too horny. At least wait unti-"

Leaning back and defensively raising his hands, he said with a smirk,

"Fine. Fine. The teasing stops. For now, Big Sis."

She moaned, surprising herself and bringing out great joy from Steven.

Quickly, and in a very obviously fake way, the woman scoffed.

"Anyway... To the office of Supervisor Erron Ridley."

The elevator door shut, and it instantly went down. Once the door unfurled, the siblings stepped out in tandem, seeing a chubby red-suit-clad African-American sitting at a desk; his smile warm. He certainly appeared to be in his early thirties.

"Please," Erron said,--his tone sophisticated and posh--gesturing at the two chairs before him,

"have a seat."

Steven and Selena started over to him. Steven sat, whilst Selena handed Erron her clipboard.

The woman took a seat thereafter, elegantly crossing one leg over the other.

"Ah," Erron's voice came out, a little eager,

"your younger brother, I see. And he also shares your abilities. A very rare occurrence - even among blood relatives. Extraordinarily pleasant indeed."

He took his eyes off of his clipboard to place them on Selena, then on Steven. He frowned - though there was no emotion in that frown.

"Mr. Price, should you put in the effort to improve your strength and prowess, you have the potential to be a highly valued asset of the Agency, as very few are gifted to hold an ability such as intangibility. However, with these-"

He briefly checked the clipboard.

"statistics... I'll be brutally honest in saying that you're average, Mr. Price; and at best, above average."

Selena pursed her lips, closely watching her brother as he impassively breathed out, saying,

"I know. So, this means I'll start out as a White-Hand hero, yeah?"

Erron clasped his hands, shaking his head.

"No, Mr. Price. Your unique ability alone places you aloft the second rank. You'll be assigned the third rank - a Green-Hand hero."

Steven didn't seem too surprised, though a small smile came on his mug nonetheless. That, in turn, made his sister happy.

Unclasping his hands, Erron rested the back of his hand on the table. From within it, green threads appeared and stitched itself into a bright green scarf filled with tiny illustrations of many transparent hands.

As soon as Erron set that scarf down, Steven hastily picked it up, star-eyed whilst eyeing its totality.

Wrapping it around his neck, Steven felt a certain warmth, and he beamed with pride.

'I'm finally... a hero.'

He grinned.

"It doesn't matter if I'm average or whatever now, 'cause I promise I'll get much, much stronger."

Selena flashed him a shit-eating grin, and Erron smirked.

"That you shall, Little Brother."

"I do adore that determination of yours, Mr. Price. He stood, outstretching a hand.

Steven stood and shook it. As both retracted their hands, Erron asked,

"Any requests for a hero name, Mr. Price?"

"Yeah. Let me be known as... Savior."

Selena chuckled, finding it rather childish and silly. Erron, however, stared off into the distance, nulling it over.

"'Savior': it's simple, yet memorable and serves to inspire. I like it, and I'm sure many will--in time--as well."

Steven couldn't rid himself of his grin just yet, almost wanting to giggle like a schoolgirl.

"Thank you, Mr. Ridley."

"The pleasure's all mine, Savior."

Erron sat back down, looking particularly relaxed.

"Now, I do believe we're finished here. Is there any question either of you wish to ask before you take your leaves?"

In unison, the siblings answered,

"No, Mr. Ridley."

"Very well. Dismissed."

The duo nodded and turned to leave. Steven walked with a pep in his step.

"Oh, and, Mr. Price."

Steven and Selena stopped in their tracks, turning to eye the grinning Erron.

"Welcome to the Supreme Agency."

Steven gave him a thumbs up before continuing with Selena toward the elevator, passing a male operative and a female candidate as they did.

Whilst in the elevator, a beaming Selena said,

"To the first floor."

On their walk toward the counter, Selena said to the pleasantly smiling Steven,

"You've been wanting to be a hero for as long as I could remember."

He looked at her, saying,

"You bet that fat ass of yours, Sis."

She giggled, going red in the cheeks.

"H-How does it feel, finally being one, being able to fly?"

"Though I'm not as strong as I hoped I'd be, I'm honestly over the moon. And also, I'm pretty optimistic that you'll help me be the hero that I aspire to be, Selena."

Selena stopped walking, turning him toward her and wrapping him in a heartfelt hug, pressing her tits against his chest.

"I'm sorry for how I've behaved like a bitch to you over the years; in spite of your perversion not negatively affecting me."

Steven chuckled into her ear. It had been raspy and sexy, so she imagined him pounding his huge throbbing cock inside her. A dampness came in her panty.

Steven moved back, grinning as he said,

"It's all forgiven, Sis. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. And I knew the whole time you didn't actually hate me or anything like that. I love you, Sis."

His words caused her heartbeat to speed up, and she said with flushed cheeks,

"I love you too, Little Brother."

She placed a quick peck on his cheek before relinquishing herself from his hold.

"A-anyway," she whispered with a swiftly-moving tongue,

"you're really making me too horny and I have work - bye."

She made to leave but briskly turned back to him - cheeks still flushed.

"O-One more thing. When activating your intangibility, your clothes or others' won't come off when you will yourself to make them stay on. Okay now - bye."

Promptly, she used her super speed.

Steven chuckled, seeing her at her counter, desperately trying to ignore his gaze.

"It's so unusual seeing her like that."

He sent his sights through the glass of the building.

'Now then, should I get a costume? Hmm... Maybe someday. Don't see the need to hide my identity either. So, I guess I'll just try finding crimes to stop. Or maybe people or animals to save. As long as I'm being productive as a hero...'

Steven's eyes narrowed, his visage turning grim. With immense resolve, he whispered,

"I can at least help in making people believe that the massacre two years ago... won't be happening again."

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Misty Price resided at school, within her classroom where the female teacher was presently giving a lesson, writing an equation on the chalkboard.

Misty--sitting at the back of the class with no one to her left or right--squirmed in her seat, sliding her drenched pussy back and forth on her chair.

Every now and again, hushed high-pitched moans left her lips. She went to put a hand beneath her skirt... but stopped herself.

No longer able to bear it, the eighteen-year-old raised her hand and called,

"Ms. Greenwald!"

The young woman's voice was incredibly cute.

Miss Greenwald stopped and turned toward Misty with a sigh. All thirty-seven eyes of her classmates fell on her; which only made her more aroused than she already was.

"Yes, Misty?"

"M-May I go to the restroom, pretty please?"

In spite of being annoyed by the girl, she was really hard to say no to. Misty's petite figure, height of five foot one, as well as her somewhat fat cheeks that gave her face ample cuteness: attributed to that.

Ms. Greenwald sighed, turning back to the chalkboard.

"Do be sure to make it speedy this time, Price."

"T-Thank you, Ms. Greenwald."

Misty race-walked out of the classroom, hearing murmurs along the way about how often she shamefully skips most of the class, how she probably won't graduate, and how she's a dumb fucking bitch.

Locking herself in one of the restroom stalls, Misty stood on the toilet seat and hastily hiked up her skirt. With lustful vigor, she crouched, spreading her legs wide and dragging her yellow cotton panty to the side.

Her plump, sticky wet cunt and swollen clit were more than ready to receive her eager hands. Two fingers of her left hand went to work on her clitoris, while her right one stuck four fingers inside her slit.

She stifled a moan. Her legs buckled.

Her knees wobbled. Then, she bit down on her lower lip, groaning with sheer lust.

Breathing out, she rapidly pumped four fingers in and out her sopping cunt, her moans mixing with the lewd sounds of flesh on flesh - water in the mix.

The girl made sure not to ignore her clit just yet, for her left hand worked in tandem with her right.

Parting her lips with shaky breaths, she whispered in that wonderfully cute voice,

"I'm... so close..."

Her eyes narrowed. A milky, thick fluid began showing itself in her snatch.

An invisible force opened her blouse, exposing her small breasts. Two pale hands appeared on both sides of her, kneading her tits, teasing her nipples.

"I'm gonna cum so hard..."

Drool fell to her chin. The walls of her pussy tightly clenched her hand, and she pumped inside even faster.

"You'll ~ah~ make me cum... harder than I ever ~ngh~ thought I could, Steven..."

Her brother's cute face flashed within her mind; his sunken cheeks and oceanic eyes and small, perfect lips. She envisioned a moment when she accidentally stumbled upon him when he forgot to lock the bathroom door.

'That huge cock of his. And his face when he...'

Misty's pupils dilated, and she ground her teeth together before crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue like a whore.

"Steven... I'm... I'm cumming!!!"

Goopy white cream gushed from her pussy, slathering the forefront of the toilet.

The mystical hands kneading her breasts vanished, and every part of Misty tensed.

She trembled back and forth in her afterglow - erratically.

Momentarily, her brother's face spawned in her mind yet again, and she furiously pumped her fingers in and out only to cum five seconds later, yelling,

"Fuckkkk meeee!!!"

The forefront of the toilet was slathered yet again, and the girl heavily panted. Soon after, she heard the restroom door open and voices slipping inside.

Regret thereafter seethed the girl's countenance, and tears filled her eyes.

'No... No...'

In horror, she looked down at her hands, bathed in the contents of her slit.

'I truly do... hate myself.'

Upon gloomily cleaning up and heading back to class, Misty soon heard the final bell of the day. Leaving the class with her head down, she strolled into a crowd of departing students to seamlessly teleport.

Misty now resided at the edge of a high-rise building, overlooking all below her with a deep unsettling fury in her bright blue eyes.

In a gentle and tantalizing manner, her short pixie-cut golden-blonde hair swayed in the wind.

Wrathfully, she threw down her school bag, continuing to gaze on.

After some thirty seconds, she shook off her rage with a sigh. Misty smiled; but there was no emotion in her eyes.

"It's been two years since the last time. You've all had time to grieve, and some more, you will... grieve and cry and writhe and despair."

An imposing lithe suit of purple materialized around her form, raising her height to that of six feet. On her face, came a mask - eyes of which were replaced by white circles.

"So many," Misty began, her voice sounding deeper; more mature; accent a thick Russian,

"of you lustful creatures will be dying today."

Beneath her mask, she snarled.

"And to truly show my disdain for that lust, many more deaths will be incurred than two years ago; and all the while, I shall be the driest woman on Earth."

Materializing a black cape on her back, Misty balled her armored hands into fists, and her feet lifted off the ground.