Fucking Sisters for Power Ch. 08

There floating buck-naked in the vacuum of space: a young man with no limits.

After a while of imagining the smiling faces of Elaine and Misty through the atoms, Steven wiped away his tears, baring his teeth; looking resolved.

'My sister or not, you're a monster. The worst. And it's my job as a hero to... You've killed too many people, so I have to-'

Steven almost cried again. He was in turmoil, but he also recalled his mother's words of encouragement, and him having absolutely no limits.

Nonetheless, Misty and Elaine were family. He loved them. So the thought of fighting, much less bringing one of them to justice, hurt regardless.

'It hurts. Like a motherfucker. Even so, whatever happens, I'll stop you and make you pay. And if you don't already, I'll beat remorse into you; force you to regret all of it.'

All semblance of sorrow and pain was washed away; and as Steven's gaze became intense, he felt as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

'I'll do it without fail. And I'll let you know just how meaningless "that" word really is.'

Steven brushed aside thoughts of his sisters and began calmly appraising the atoms.

'Now, one thing at a time. Pace myself. First thing's first: figure out how to warp atoms in order to teleport back to Earth.'

Shutting his eyes, Steven sat cross-legged in the vacuum, meditating; attempting to recall the words of the first-ever documented wielder of atomic warping.

'Elias Von Jerta... what did you say again, man?'

Lightly, he shook his head, unfurling his eyes.

'No. Just remembering all he said won't be enough to get me back.'

He got out of the cross-legged position, standing on nothingness with clenched fists.

'I'll figure this shit out and get back in a flash.'

He reached out--without fear--and touched one of the atoms with his forefinger. The atom split right down the middle - seamlessly.

'Huh... Wait, I can see things inside. Effects? Fire and white lightning. Let me see something.'

Using his index finger, Steven swiped horizontally between the atoms, feeling something build in his chest. He grinned.

'Let's fucking go, this is it! I'm close to something! I can feel it!'

He grasped the bisected atoms in the palm of his hand, envisioning Earth, his house, and his room. Afterward, that familiar feeling of activating one of his abilities flowed through him.

Steven focused on that feeling, and was immediately bombarded with flashing images of what reaction would come forth.

'J-Just after I've already done it?!'

He frantically activated Elaine's fox ability--gaining fox eyes--in the blink of an eye.

An explosion with the force and composition of a true nuclear bomb: wracked every facet of Steven's naked body.

'Shit!!!'

The blast catapulted him far back, forcing him to do multiple rudimentary backflips before grounding to a halt.

'Fu-Fucking... motherfucker.'

Tensing every agonized muscle, Steven let out a silent groan, angling himself upright.

He looked about his form, seeing that there were faint burn marks on his skin, but he was otherwise fine.

'Well, that was horrifying. Good thing I thought fast and used Elaine's ability to make myself more durable. Damn good call. Phasing wouldn't have helped at all.'

Glaring at the atoms before him, he reached out and touched one. It split right down the middle.

'What the fuck am I even doing? I don't have to touch them. Terrifier didn't reach out and physically interact with atoms to use an ability.'

He put his arm down to his side, intense gaze on the bisected atoms.

'I can see the reaction that would happen before it happened if I just figured out how. That feeling...'

With will alone, Steven cocooned the atoms, acquiring the fluttery feeling of activating an ability. Then he just stopped, holding it; not making an effort to inflate or diminish it.

'Alright.'

Slowly elevating that feeling and letting it lessen, he stared deep into the atom, seeing it gradually decay.

'Clock's ticking but-'

Then he was bombarded--slower this time--with images - not of preceding reactions, but of matter and antimatter; the foundation of the atoms' nucleus.

'Ionizing radiation...'

Feeling his heartbeat accelerate, he didn't panic. Steven trusted the process, but mostly himself.

'I can't fail and die now. I won't.'

He envisioned white particles about his constitution, then atoms helping him; then his house and room. He dug deep, beholding a vision of himself vanishing.

'This is it. Should be.'

In relaxing, Steven authorized that vision to be his motion.

The bisected atoms decayed completely, and he was standing in Egypt, at the Pyramids of Giza in negative seconds.

"Wh-What the fuck?"

Looking all about the darkened, atom-filled sandy area, Steven knew that things had not gone as planned.

"I know these pyramids... Egypt?"

The man had teleported beyond linear time, technically arriving before he'd left his house in the first place; effectively time-traveling.

Not the strangest thing that could've transpired. Not even the worst. Far from it.

As Steven wasn't truly familiar with chemistry and atoms, when he had tried teleporting, he could've done so into a black hole or a star.

However, due to his extravagant will to return--though mostly because he was lucky--his destination had been somewhere on Earth.

"The Pyramids of Giza: Last time I was here 'cause of that shitty school trip. A long way from New York, but I should've gotten faster after fucking Misty and Elaine."

He smiled.

"Now to figure out just how fast."

Gradually, Steven drifted upward - some two hundred meters to take in the nightly sight of the Pyramids of Giza. His vision was still filled with atoms, which only made him frown.

"Can I turn this shit off?"

Steven narrowed his eyes, focusing on doing so. He was met with success, and so he grinned.

"Awesome. And look how quickly I got up here. I'm clearly a lot faster. Part of it's definitely 'cause I'm keeping Elaine's Fox Drive active."

Smirking, he balled his hands into fists and shot them ahead to fly onward; breaking the sound barrier and leaving the country in moments; passing through Libya, Algeria, and Morocco to go above the North Atlantic Ocean. It had been done in two seconds.

'Huh?!?!'

Steven halted over the ocean, half-excited, half-fearful. He was too enthusiastic to notice that his burn marks were now gone.

"H-Holy shit, man, I'm faster than sound now! That's a... damn huge leap from being able to barely outrun a champion racehorse. Wonder how much faster than sound I am. Wonder if it's only because of Fox Drive."

He deactivated it, and his fox eyes disappeared.

"Guess I'll find out."

Coolly, he stretched forward his clenched hands and zoomed off, not breaking the sound barrier this time, but having the ocean beneath pass by in blurs.

His speed was approximately four hundred and six miles per hour.

He stopped again, beaming.

"Alright. Not faster than sound without Fox Drive, but definitely a lot faster than before."

Recalling his home and sisters, he frowned.

"Wonder if Selena checked my room. Better if I get home ASAP before she or the others start worrying."

He activated Fox Drive, attaining fox eyes to then blitz forward and emit a sonic boom.

Within a couple seconds, he entered New York City - Queens; then he phased into his mansion and room.

No sooner after Steven did so, a punch rocked his face, causing his head to jerk back whilst a hand gripped his neck to prevent him from launching from the force.

"Mr. Price?"

The hand around his throat swiftly left and he hunched over - hands on his knees; profusely breathing out and wincing from the pain.

'Scared the fuck out of me - is this a mild heart attack?!'

"My sincere apologies," Darlene said, her tongue moving swiftly as she continued,

"I figured you were an intruder - Miss Selena was the only Price who could phase, and she's a woman and you had the clear proportions of a man, and I experienced a moment of distress; forgetting to hear desires... Are you in need of medical attention, Mr. Price? I held back quite a bit. Although, you're awakened now, so you sho-"

The hunched Steven--gaze on the floor--put up a hand, and she shut her mouth.

"You talk... way too much sometimes, Darlene."

"A-Aplogies. It's just that you were breathing excessively for quite some time and I subsequently became worried and-"

Flustered, she ceased.

Steven blinked twice, feeling quite dizzy.

His Fox Drive came undone, and he calmly looked up, righting himself and gazing at his maid.

She was a pretty African American woman--that was his age--who looked equal parts unemotional and concerned; and also a tad frustrated with pursed lips.

The short-haired Darlene--who modeled a bob haircut--was quite gifted in the breasts department, sporting E-cup tits which were accentuated in her maid attire. Those weren't the only things emphasized.

The girl harbored quite the alluring physique; being the perfect blend between thick and slender. The hem of her dress, which only stopped some ways below her groin, brought out her plump ass and--because of how short it was--made her seem like something of a slut.

Moreover, those thighs of hers seemed unnervingly seductive in her white frilled stockings.

Rubbing his nose, Steven got lost in how smoking hot she was for a moment. He felt a bit of blood rushing to his cock.

"Y-Yeah, Darlene, think you broke my nose but-"

"My sincere apologies, Mr. Price."

She bowed her head.

Steven rubbed his nose, chuckling.

"C'mon, Darlene, you were just doing your job. It's all good."

Darlene let out a breath of relief, raising her head and showing her pearly whites.

"Whenever I make a mistake... your leniency is always appreciated, Mr. Price. Thank you - and congratulations on awakening; I did not say it before, as I did not want the ladies to suspect that we are intimate with each other."

"Well, I'm pretty sure the others have no idea, but Selena managed to figure it out today."

The girl froze, going pale, appearing to have given up on life.

"Ms. Selena... knows that we've been having intercourse, Mr. Price?"

Somewhat nervous due to not being used to seeing Darlene like that, Steven did a tentative nod, resulting in the girl wistfully sighing, glancing down at his exposed penis.

"I suppose I'm getting fired. Oh, wherever will I go, Mr. Price?"

Steven's visage went abound with shock.

"Shit, I forgot I was naked."

Starting over to his wardrobe and feeling Darlene's eyes on his toned ass, Steven stopped, turning to scowl at her.

"You know damn well you're not getting fired, Darlene. Besides, Selena made it pretty clear that she doesn't give two fucks about it. Also," he began, looking perplexed and disturbed,

"the hell kind of person doesn't care if their brother's screwing their maid? That woman is batshit fucking cuhrayyzy."

The way Steven articulated that final sentence: Darlene had to laugh; and Steven grinned, further warming her heart.

With content, he went to pick out some clothes.

'Ah, forgot I left my scarf in Misty's room. Gotta remember to fetch it later.'

Coming down from her high of hilarity, Darlene--with a smile--activated her superspeed and attired Steven in a casual white shirt and jeans.

She patted him on the back, and he looked over his shoulder to give her a wink,

"You're just so awesome, Darlene."

She blushed, briefly averting her gaze.

"As are you, Mr. Price."

He turned to her, smirking.

"And don't think I don't have superspeed, too. I saw how you paused while wrapping my cock and balls in my boxers."

Darlene bit down on her lower lip, squirming - barely moaning.

"I... can we have intercourse right now, Mr. Price?"

'BEGIN THINKING OF HER AS FAMILY.'

His mother's voice had echoed that into his mind. The tone had been quite motherly. Warm.

"Wait, what the fuck?"

Darlene cocked her head to one side, seeming just as perplexed as Steven did; albeit slightly hurt.

"But we've already done it so many times, Mr. Price."

"Shh," he told her, beginning to concentrate.

"I'm hearing something."

'CORRECT YOU ARE, MY SON.'

"Why am I still hearing you? Wasn't the whole me 'growing' and 'getting teleported to space' things, the point of that?"

Keeping that same bewildered expression, Darlene questioned,

"Mental illness?"

Steven chose to merely scoff at the girl.

'NO, STEVEN. I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A PART OF YOU. BUT SINCE YOU ACQUIRED ATOMIC WARPING, UNDERGOING THAT MENTAL CHANGE, I'M WHOLLY BROUGHT OUT; AND I'M SIMPLY HERE TO GUIDE YOU TO THE THINGS YOU MOST DESIRE. THAT GUIDANCE WILL BE DERIVED FROM YOUR INNER SELF. THEN I WILL SLUMBER. I WILL STILL BE HERE, BUT SILENT, MY SON.'

"Oh..."

He pondered for a while, staring at his wildly confused maid.

"Sorry, this is just a lot to take in."

"Fascinating," Darlene murmured.

'I'M AWARE. AND YOU NEED TO KEEP IN MIND THAT THERE'S SOMETHING YOU KNOW BUT WON'T TECHNICALLY FIGURE OUT ON YOUR OWN BECAUSE YOU SURE AREN'T THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE BOX.'

"Ouch."

'YOU NEED CHRISTINA VALE. NO ONE HAS ANY IDEA WHERE SHE LIVES, SO YOU SHOULD HAVE HER COME TO YOU. THE BIGTOK CELEBRITY SASHA COULD HELP WITH THAT.'

He nodded.

"Yeah. Sounds like something I'd think of, alright. Speaking of: What did you mean by 'Think of her as family'? Why is that-?"

'YOU KNOW WHY. WELL, DEEP DOWN, YOU DO. BUT YOU'LL NEED CHRISTINA VALE TO HELP FIND THE ANSWERS TO ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW. INCLUDING THE IDENTITY OF TERRIFIER.'

"Wait, do you-?"

'NOT AT ALL, SON. YOU'RE JUST AS CLUELESS DEEP DOWN. NEVERTHELESS, REMEMBER TO PACE YOURSELF AND YOU WILL ACCOMPLISH ALL YOU'VE SET OUT TO DO AND BE.'

"Yeah."

He bobbed his head, breathing in then out.

"You're right."

"Mr. Price, you're sick. You need to see a doctor."

Face turning sincere, Steven gently took one of Darlene's hands in his and led her to his bed. They sat just beside each other.

Darlene blinked twice, not comprehending any of what was going on with her master.

"Mr. Price?"

"From today on, I want you to stop calling me 'Mr. Price'."

"Hmm... Very well, Mr. Pr-Apologies. Very well, Master."

Steven shook his head.

"No. Enough with all that formal shit. Just call me Steven, alright?"

Darlene looked greatly taken aback.

"O-Oh... 'Steven' it is then."

He gave her a warm smile.

"Much better."

She returned his warmth, saying,

"I'd like for you to enlighten me. Why? Why now, Mr. Pr-Steven?"

His hand found one of hers, and he gave it a tender squeeze. Butterflies came into her stomach while she grew increasingly nervous.

"Darlene, I want you to be more than a maid or fuckbuddy friend to me. I wanna get to know you. Like, really know you. Truth is, after talking to myself--as you saw--I just know that I had to try and make you truly important to me. Right now, I want nothing more than for you to be my family."

She smiled, puffing out, appearing a fair bit nervous.

"I... I don't know what to say. This is wildly unexpected. Thank you, Steven."

"You're welcome."

She got comfortable,--still a tad nervous--crossing one leg over the other.

"Though, it is indeed thrilling nonetheless."

"I'm glad, Darlene. Honestly."

"Hmm. What is it you wish to know first, Steven?"

Steven already had the questions ready, and he frowned; wholly sincere.

"If you don't wanna answer this, then I wouldn't blame you. What'd... you do before coming here four years ago? What made you become a maid so early?"

"Ah...." She looked away from him, keeping her smile.

"Four years ago, I was forced to become an orphan, and that's because I murdered my father."

"Say what now?" Steven looked flabbergasted.

She breathed out, frowning.

"My parents were socialites - relatively wealthy, as they were multi-millionaires. Even so, they'd been... unfortunately greedy as um... heck, Steven."

She turned to look at him, gazing into his pupils with sad features lining her smiling visage.

"They coveted becoming the very wealthiest. Even if attaining that wealth meant grooming their only daughter to be a hero; injecting her with all sorts of chemicals and tearing out pieces of her flesh daily."

"What?" Steven's question had been laced with wrath.

Darlene noticed, but decided to brush it aside.

"One day, I suppose I snapped and-" she clicked her tongue, not at all proud of the memory.

"ripped my father in half."

Steven exhaled, barely shaking his head while looking sympathetic.

"That... Just know that it wasn't your fault, Darlene. Off the way you told me, I can imagine how you'd feel; see in your eyes how you felt after doing something like that. And no. Not for a moment were you a monster. They are."

Tears stung Darlene's eyes and she--solely through her nose--began hyperventilating.

"But I ripped him right down the middle and I felt exhilarated - I enjoyed putting an end to him, Steve-"

"And I enjoyed watching a bully die."

Darlene blinked away her tears, apparently light-headed while staring at the somber Steven. She knew his words were truthful.

"Steven?"

A fair bit sad, he told her,

"When I was thirteen--the year that I decided I'd be a hero--a school shooter who could teleport just started fucking up the school; came in blasting. My entire class was basically shitting bricks and we locked ourselves in the classroom. We stayed low and quiet, not knowing that the guy could teleport. My bully was the first and last one to die before my mom--FeurMia--saved us in an instant."

Steven lay on the bed, straight on his back; staring up at the ceiling.

He patted the area to his left, and Darlene lay next to him, going on her side; awaiting his next words.

"I know I shouldn't have, but I felt so relieved when I saw that he was actually dead. That kid was like the Devil. He was pretty strong for his age, and would torture--not just beat, torture--me and others weaker than him. He was a healer, too; so after he'd dragged us behind the school and fucked us up, we wouldn't have any proof to make a case to the faculty. So when he died, I couldn't help but be ecstatic."

Steven turned his head to look at her.

"The thing is, Darlene, we're not perfect. Nobody is. Sometimes we have bad thoughts and feelings, and we may even falter and act on them. But you and I, at our core, we're good. You're good. Always have been."

Maintaining that calm expression, Darlene leaned forward, closing her eyes while giving him a kiss on the lips. There was nothing lustful in that kiss. It was all love.

Coming out of the kiss, she heaved a breath of relief.

"Steven, I..."

The girl practically trembled.

"How easily you opened up to me... solely to ease my worries... I have no words that can faithfully convey my gratitude."

The dazed Steven ran a hand over his lips.

"Not necessary, Darlene. That kiss told me all I needed to know. You love me, right?"

She nodded, more sure about that than everything.

"I love you, Steven."

Darlene's confession, the soft way in which she had spoken those words: they made Steven feel weak, yet warm and cozy.

Steven turned on his side, gulping before going to caress Darlene's face.

"You're... I've never felt this way about anyone else. This love's different. I definitely have feelings for you. I love you, Darlene."

Steven moved in to kiss her, but she gently told him,

"No. If you kissed me now, I don't think I could control myself; and I haven't completely answered your questions."

Steven smiled.

"Alright. Talk to me, Sis."

Upon hearing "Sis", Darlene's heart skipped a beat and she beamed. She parted her lips to say something but shook her head to lose her smile. She desired to get back in that mood.