Fucking Sisters for Power Ch. 09

Steven couldn't help but feel immense joy at seeing Darlene tearfully--with beautiful fondness--embrace her new surname. Her new family.

While he continued to lie on that beach of Japan, Darlene resided atop him, her bare pussy,--hidden by her maid's skirt--on the shaft of his flaccid cock.

Even so, at the moment, no lust was sparking between them. It was an undeniably heart-warming moment.

"I'm," Darlene began, trembling with excitement and disbelief. She blinked away her tears.

"I'm Darlene Price now?"

"If you'd make me happy by acce-"

"I accept!"

Steven laughed, prompting Darlene to do so as well.

Puffing out with glee, Darlene told him,

"I love you so much, Steven."

"Love you more, Sis."

"That's impossible."

"Is it really?"

The two stared at each other for a while, really and truly in love with each other.

Darlene moved down and pressed her lips to Steven's.

No tongue was exchanged. No craving was evoked. All that resided was pure love.

When Darlene broke the kiss to lean back, looking the happiest she'd ever been, Steven found himself saying,

"You're amazing, Darlene. My dream's to be the strongest hero; the type that stops a crime as soon as it starts, and also the type that never gives up; keep fighting for the people and only for the people."

Darlene felt comforted by those words of his.

"You're quite amazing yourself, Brother."

"So what's your dream, Sis?"

Darlene cocked her eyebrows.

"Oh? That was out of the blue."

"It's like I said before. I wanna get to really know you. Also," he softly spoke, smirking,

"I wanna try making your dream a reality."

Darlene felt weak, her stomach getting filled with butterflies.

"Oh, Steven."

"Talk to me, Sis."

Upon staring at him for a tense five seconds, she sighed.

"In all honesty, it's something I gave up on because of my mother's cold, awful words of me incapable of ever being a hero."

"So that dream's to become a hero?"

"Correct. See, as a child--before my experimentation began--I would watch news that took place in the past; specifically the segments featuring the heroics of Highergirl."

Steven almost couldn't believe Darlene's words.

"Highergirl? Wait, don't tell me she motivated you into wanting to be a hero, too?"

The woman's eyes bulged.

"Oh? You as well, Steven?"

Steven nodded, just as surprised to have his suspicions confirmed.

"Darlene, I know all about her being the greatest hero and all, but why exactly did-?"

"Highergirl saved me, Steven."

"When?"

Darlene found it odd that that question was his immediate reaction, but decided to answer anyway.

With some sadness, she said,

"Sixteen years ago; a few weeks before she and the majority of the Golden League were slain by Geitna."

Darlene beheld disappointment on Steven's mug.

'Why is he-? What?'

She made sure not to let the surprise show on her somber visage.

Darlene yearned to inquire, to understand what her brother was feeling; to get to truly know him as he wanted to know her. However, she could be extremely patient at times. This was one of those times.

"I was three years old when it happened, yet I still vividly remember how she rescued me. A man with a grudge against my parents destroyed my mansion in one go, and Highergirl arrived. She looked so calm; so unbelievably majestic. No wonder people agreed with her when she claimed she was an actual goddess. No wonder they worshiped her; still do. To this day, I haven't forgotten the words she said to me."

Steven seemed a tad too eager.

"What'd she say - what exactly? I need to know and I'll let you know why. Just please tell me, Sis."

Darlene gave him a small smile.

"Unnecessary asking like that, Brother."

Exhaling and losing that smile, she seriously told him.

"Amidst my mansion's destruction, when it seemed like time stopped, Highergirl whispered these words: 'Little one, do keep in mind that you were saved by a goddess, Highergirl herself. I've been the best hero since I first came to this planet over a century ago. And though there are Golden-Hand heroes like myself, there are very, very few who harbor an aura like mine.'"

Steven scoffed.

"So she pretty much patted herself on the back?"

Darlene gave him a derogatory look.

"Steven, I am not... finished."

"Alright, alright. Go on."

"Highergirl's next words are as follows. 'I have bestowed blessings, ended wars, put to rest Hitler and his troupe of clowns, totally eradicated slavery, and made evil but a whisper-'"

"Oh, c'mon. The bitch was basically eating her own pussy."

Darlene scrunched up her face, looking equal parts furious and cute.

"Steven."

"Sorry, sorry. Keep going."

She scoffed, clearing her throat thereafter.

"'In doing all of that, I have saved countless individuals, and I have only ever seen five others on this Earth with an aura like mine. I'm delighted to inform you that you're one of them, Darlene.'"

'The fuck?' was Steven's first thought. His confusion showed on his face.

"'You are not of Bidainian blood as myself and the five others on Earth, Darlene, yet the will of my people courses through your soul. No matter how hard life gets, no matter how weary of it all you become, please never give up. Keep fighting. Keep trying to become the best version of yourself because you have a right to realize how positively astounding you are. Truthfully, everyone does. But you, your limitations are of a different variety; no consequence, which is why I am the one informing you. Grow.'"

Darlene pursed her lips, getting emotional.

"It was then Highergirl smiled-"

'She fucking smiled?'

"at me for the very first time, saying, 'Whether you awaken and use your innate boundlessness for good, evil, or of no moral influence is up to you. You decide your fate. Choose what path to walk and never turn back. Just be sure to realize your greatness. Please, Darlene.'. Then she vanished, and the man who destroyed my home was already in her cosmic prison."

Steven seemed oh so very perplexed.

"That's fucking insane. You make her sound like a totally different person than the time she saved and spoke to me."

As if she just received a smack to the face, Darlene shook her head.

"Excuse me, Brother?"

"Oh, right, I haven't told you. Highergirl's still alive."

"What...? No."

"Yup. Bitch faked her death and just gave up on us. She saved me when that school shooter teleported into our class and started blasting at us."

Darlene swiftly parted her lips to spout out questions but shut it, thinking for a short while.

"Elaborate, Steven."

"Alrighty. So it seemed like time stopped when Highergirl stood in front of the flurry of bullets to change their courses. Then she told me--not in a whisper--, 'With this, my debt to your mother is repaid. I did this for Mia and solely for Mia. You're not worth it otherwise, Steven. None of you are. Sharing my aura is inconsequential.'"

"You're lying," Darlene blurted out, eyeballs frantically moving left and right.

"Afraid I'm not, Sis."

Beholding no deceit on Steven's visage, Darlene genuinely seemed distraught; sick to her stomach.

"Sp-Speak... Brother."

"So, after hearing all of that, I made sure to ask her if she really was the Golden-Hand hero Highergirl. She told me, 'Yes. But I'm a hero no more. Humans still worship me, but I don't even consider myself a goddess anymore because, well, I stopped caring. Being a hero, saving people, hearing prayers, bestowing blessings is... not at all worth it.'"

Tears accumulated inside Darlene's eyes.

"Next thing she told me was to not try following in the footsteps of my mom or Selena, 'cause I would be setting myself up for disappointment and misery. 'Cause me especially being a hero would make my mom turn in her grave."

Darlene's tears were flowing at that point, and Steven gently wiped them away.

"Don't shed a single tear over her. Highergirl's words sent me on the path to prove her wrong; push myself. And her words made your dream. Even so, that bitch doesn't deserve a single one of our tears. We're here now--together--because we chose our paths, put in the effort to push forward regardless of how awful it got; regardless of any naysayers. Believe that, Darlene."

Darlene pursed her lips, holding back tears.

"Because it's you, Steven, I..."

Shaking her head, she seriously rose, levitating upward.

"On your feet, Brother."

"Huh? O...kay."

Steven stood.

Staring up at her, he had to inquire,

"What's this about, Darlene?"

"I want to help you, Steven. I truly do. Therefore I'll be teaching you how to expertly utilize your rubber body and hardening. Imagine a part of yourself solidifying, then stretch and attack me."

"But why attack you though? I could just kick at the air."

"I wish to ascertain how much stronger you've become. Before, I greatly held back and was able to harm you. But now... now I'll see how good you are at your new best."

Steven smirked, unable to recall feeling so amused.

"I don't get this at all. My heart's pounding. I'm excited to show you everything, and then laugh in your face."

Darlene smirked as well.

"Ah, so it's that feeling. It reminds me of the time me and Selena first sparred."

The amusement over Steven's countenance heightened.

"You sparred with Selena? Who won?"

Darlene chuckled.

"It was a draw... solely because I held back."

Steven's now fox eyes twinkled with passion. He reeled back his toned right leg which morphed into a gleaming white, his form akin to when one prepared to kick a football.

"Brace yourself, Sis."

Darlene giggled, frowning afterward.

"I don't think I need to. In fact, I do believe you'll disappoint me, dear Brother."

She flew even higher - a good hundred meters.

"Then go on!" Steven yelled, grinning.

"Be disappointed if you can, dear Sister!"

Steven roared as his leg broke the sound barrier, shooting toward Darlene's surprised face.

'The country!' was Darlene's thought a moment before Steven's leg struck her face.

A cacophonous shockwave shook Japan's entirety, changing the weather; making it stormy.

Steven blinked, not believing what he was seeing. The now naked Darlene's limbs were lengthened, her gleaming white body flexibly contorted. She was embracing Steven--with arms and legs--, wrapping his entire upper and lower body in her hold.

Harboring a bruised and bloodied face--some of her teeth missing--Darlene tiredly said,

"It... seems you need..."

The girl struggled to breathe; to see. The gleaming white left her, returning her body to its natural ebony state.

"training on your destructive prowess. Japan would've been destroyed... if I hadn't contained it."

"Darlene?" Steven's voice was laced with frantic worry.

"Ste...ven, I'm..."

Steven noticed that blood leaked from her ears. It was then Darlene's head fell limp, resting on his shoulder. Her limbs returned to normal, so they came off of Steven and she fell back-first onto the sand.

While rain heavily poured and thunder raced across the sky, the wide-eyed Steven stared at Darlene with an increasingly hectic heartbeat.

"I-I didn't-"

He ran both hands through his hair, his pupils growing dense, taking up more space in his eyes than his scleras did.

"I didn't think I got much stronger. I-I don't-. So sorry, Sis."

Steven felt taken by an intense supernatural angst unfamiliar to himself, his tongue moving a tad too fast as he chanted,

"I didn't think I'd be capable of this. I didn't think I'd be capable of this. I didn't think I'd be capable of this. I didn't think I'd be CAPABLE OF THIS."

Steven's skin turned deathly pale. Crow's feet were attained. All emotion vanished. He groaned and snarled, then clenched and unclenched his fists; breaking and reassembling bones.

His new physical features coupled with those wide unemotional eyes gave Steven a truly unnerving look.

Darlene twitched and began seeing. Her face completely healed, she stood at superspeed, eyeing the growling, feral Steven.

Her mouth came down in sorrow.

"Oh, Steven. I didn't think it'd happen to you too."

Steven unnaturally turned his head--left to right--and sniffed at her, making sounds befitting of a zombie.

"Steven, my healing factor's remarkable. Even if my heart was to be crushed, or my neck and spine snapped, I'd recover in moments. I'm here; still alive. You didn't kill anyone. Just calm yourself and I'll teach you-"

Some ways behind Steven, a woman clad in blue samurai armor touched down.

Steven's head swiveled in the Japanese woman's direction.

In awe, Darlene got out,

"Bushiaka?"

Bushiaka harbored an average height. Her samurai armor was light; slender, so it did not do much to obscure her athletic build - C-cup boobs. Around her neck dwelled a silver scarf. Tightly gripped in one hand was a glistening star-spangled katana.

Her long black hair was tied into a single ponytail, and that cute face of hers--mid twenties--held a passionate fury that was a sight to behold.

She pointed her katana at Darlene, shouting a demand in Japanese - an adorable high-pitched voice rolling out.

Darlene was confused of course.

"I-I don't speak Japane-"

Steven reacted solely to Bushiaka's loudness, his right leg hardening with the gleaming white once more.

"Steven, n-!"

The sound barrier shattered with the launching of an elongated side kick.

Instantly, the weather became sunny, and the flat of Bushiaka's lightning-covered katana connected with Steven's cheek, turning his head a hundred and eighty degrees.

Right away, he fell forward, unconscious; the color of his skin fair again.

Darlene knew that that did not kill Steven. Still, she couldn't help but blurt out,

"Steven, I-!"

Darlene had to pause. Bushiaka was wrathfully directing the sword at her, sending goosebumps all 'bout her skin.

"I said, 'Get this shit out of my country, skank'! Japan's had enough for today!"

"I..."

Darlene snarled.

"Don't you dare talk about my brother like that!"

"Your brother?"

Bushiaka chuckled, sheathing her blade. With a dark glare, she put both hands on her hips while saying,

"And you think I give a rat's ass either way, skank?"

Darlene took a single step, getting right up to Bushiaka's face - a lady fearless and unfettered.

"I am not 'skank', Bushiaka. Who I am is Darlene Price."

Bushiaka scoffed, donning a smirk. The girl's startling willpower impressed her.

"Whatever you say, Darlene Price."

Cracking could be heard below, and Steven rose, shaking away his light-headedness.

"Ugh." His eyes landed on Bushiaka, then on Darlene.

"The fuck was that?"

In great marvel, Bushiaka shouted a single word in Japanese. Afterward, she told him in that same manner,

"Amazing healing factor you got there, my dude!"

Steven seemed baffled by the casual words she had used in her Japanese accent.

"Wh-Why are you-? Whatever. So, Darlene, the hell was that? Why'd I go and lose my shit?"

"Oh, that form," Darlene said.

"It's what I underwent right after I killed my father."

That sentence made Bushiaka intrigued.

"I lost control, so would've killed my mother as well; came close. However, she used her superior intellect and combat experience to turn the tables and latch a power-dampening collar around my neck. I've since dubbed that form 'Undead Grace'. I didn't want to turn into a beast again, so I made sure to tap into it; learn how to control it."

"I apologize," Bushiaka sensually told her.

"I wasn't really familiar with the type of girl you are. You're just my type, Darl."

"Darl?"

Darlene blushed, which only made Bushiaka giggle. Meanwhile, Steven was nulling it all over. Particularly,

'Undead Grace. Isn't that a cartoon? In any case, maybe I can ask Darlene to teach me how to control it, too.'

He groaned, causing the girls to eye him.

"Shit, man. I can't believe I almost murdered a shit ton of people. I would've wiped Japan off the map if Darlene hadn't acted as fast as she did. If only I learned how to control my destructive... power or whatever."

"Yes," Darlene agreed.

"That was darn impressive what you did," Bushiaka remarked.

"Not a lot of people are as strong as you. From a glance, I knew I had to use most of my strength in the attack that took you down. My dude, you're definitely on the level of a Silver-Hand hero."

Steven noticed her hand-adorned silver scarf for the first time.

"Holy shit, you're a Silver-Hand hero?! Who even are you, lady?!"

Bushiaka wore a wolfish grin.

Right then and there, Darlene looked deeply ashamed of Steven.

"Bushiaka's famous for being a Silver-Hand hero, the only Silver-Hand that fights crime in their country and only their country. I'm disappointed you've never heard of her, Steven."

"Okay, listen, Sis, I don't keep up with all the heroes around. I-"

"You've got insane potential, my dude," Bushiaka told him, peering into his eyes, inspecting within his soul a certain radiance.

"Your Ki's meager, but bright."

"Ki?" Steven asked.

"It's soul/life force energy," Darlene informed.

"And yours is too bright. One-in-a-billion. With the proper guidance, you may be the one to stop Terrifier. Starting today, every day around this time, I wanna train you, uh..."

Both Darlene and Steven were in shock to be sure. Though Steven couldn't pass up such an opportunity, so he screamed out,

"Steven! My name's Steven Price, Bushiaka!"

Bushiaka flashed him a wholesome toothy grin.

"Akana."

"Huh?"

"Akana Miroi: it's my name. Use it, Steven Price."

Steven beamed.

"You got it, Akana!"

Swiftly turning to Darlene, Akana said with a frown.

"Feel free to visit this beach from time to time, Darl. Now shoo."

She dismissively waved her hands at a confused Darlene.

"Go. Shoo. I can't work with you here. You're too pretty and too much my type - a distraction. Get."

Appearing flattered, Darlene sported a nervous smile.

"Ah, I s-"

"Shoo. Go. Get."

Steven softly laughed.

Darlene shrugged, sighing.

"Okay. I have to look after 'those' women anyway. I'll return for you once they awaken, Steven. So that should be around dinner based on my examinations of their con-"

"Get. Go."

Akana continued to dismissively wave her hands.

"Shoo. Shoo. Bad girl."

Red in the cheeks, Darlene huffed.

"I am not a dog, Akana!"

With those words, she teleported.

Steven found the situation hilarious, so he laughed. Akana did no such thing, getting serious. The new coldness in her eyes caused Steven to cease all laughter and frown.

Akana began circling Steven, hands astutely folded behind her back.

"You almost blew my country to smithereens, Steven."

"That I did."

"You and Darl managed to forget that you have no control over your destructive prowess."

"Yeah. An oversight on our part. Sorry."

Akana stopped moving, stopping directly before him.

"Sorry? You think you're sorry now? No, Steven. You'll be sorry only when I'm done ripping apart your ass."

"Huh?"

Akana's eyes widened in realization.

"Oh no, Steven. That was a metaphor."

"The hell kind of metaphor was that?"

She cleared her throat.

"A-Anyhow. We'll start with control."

"Alrighty."

"Deep breaths, Steven, but tense all muscles; as if you're getting ready to fight."

A pyramid of constantly cackling blue lightning surrounded the duo.

"Then actually attack me. All the while, don't think of the ramifications of your destructive potential."

Akana moved several dozen feet back in an instant.

"Don't focus on being tranquil, or one with the wind, or some yin and yang shit like that. Just focus on beating the crap out of me. Nothing will leave this barrier of mine, so go all out."

Amassing determination, Steven gritted his teeth to yell,