On Freedom's Wings Pt. 01

The first thing I noticed were my eyes, crimson irises looking back at me with tiredness in them. They were the same eyes as my mother, which is what gave her her name, Rose. Next was my hair, black, and cut short, the front hanging on my forehead. Normally I kept it slightly spiked up front, making sure it was well away from my eyes. Then, I noticed a little piece of white gauze attached to the back of my neck. It was probably because that was where Olivia hit me, but I had to check.

When I reached my fingers under it, I stopped dead. There was something new there my fingers brushed up against. It was a metallic feeling object, what I had to assume was an aug, something I didn't have before. Before I could panic. the sound of a distorted voice yelling from outside the bedroom caught my attention. I walked back into the main room, and the voices became clearer.

"And I told you he was not to be harmed! Do you have any idea how much harder you've made this now?!"

That had to be the Dreadlord, but why were they yelling at someone, presumably about me. Why, I still had no clue, but before I could try and contemplate, another voice responded. One I didn't want to hear.

"And I told you that it was necessary, he wouldn't surrender, he wants Thorn back, and if anything came between him and her, he wouldn't hesitate to fight with everything he had."

Olivia, the name burned through my mind, venomous and hateful. If I could just get my hands on her, I'd kill that bitch, she had taken my last chance at ever being back on my ship, and set it on fire. There was a pause, followed by a slap, then a yelp of surprise and pain.

Did, did that pirate just smack Olivia? Why? I guessed it had something to do with me, but for my life why they would care about me. I wasn't particularly famous, and with how callous my father was, he wouldn't pay even part of a cred to get me back. Just write me off as a failure and pass the title of his heir to one of my cousins. I was so fucking confused now. Nothing made sense, I was kidnapped, had some kind of aug shoved into the back of my skull, and now, on the ship one of the most feared pirates in the sector, and that person just smacked that traitorous bitch because she hit me in the head.

I guess that was the end of their talk, because the door opened, and the still armored form of the Dreadlord stepped in, followed by Olivia, who was looking down at the ground, her left cheek was red, and her eyes watery. My savoring of that pained expression had to wait as the Dreadlord's bulk commanded my attention. Its gaze swept around the room before landing on me. The air was charged, and the hollow eyes behind that mask had my heart speeding up as my fight or flight instincts kicked in. Before I could act on either of those inputs, it reached up, and ran its hands across the seam between the helmet and neck. It was taking off its helm, and I couldn't help but wonder what was beneath it. Was it a mech that had sentience, or maybe even some kind of xeno we didn't know about in one of the 'dark zones' that ships went into, but never came back from? I had no idea, but I doubted it was human.

I was in for a surprise when the helmet came full off to reveal a gorgeous woman, with her raven hair up in a bun, damn near the same shade as mine. However, what stopped my thoughts in their tracks were her eyes, they were warm, filled with care and love, and red, just like my own.

"Hello Marcus, you have no idea how long I've wanted to meet you."

Her voice was slightly raspy, though not like a smoker's rasp. It sounded completely natural, and it sent shivers down my spine. Her tone had a hard undercurrent in it was so familiar, and it stopped me from even moving. That could only come from living through hardships, I knew that, because I heard the exact same thing whenever I spoke. After mom's death, my father's entire lack of empathy meant that I had to put myself back together nearly alone, at ten years old. The woman took my silence as a sign to continue talking, her lips curling into a gentle smile. The hairs on my arms raised up in goosebumps. That was mom's smile, fuck it was so close, but this was not my mother. She had a few different angles in her face that my mom didn't have, and she didn't have the same signs of age. It was almost like she was her daughter. But that was impossible, had to be. Mom never told me anything about any other family I might have, only ever had this strange smile when I asked, her eyes a bit misty too...

"My name is Victoria Mirash, and I believe you already have some feeling of who I am, or rather, what we are."

My voice, which was previously stuck in my throat, finally decided to come out and play. Olivia, I absently noted, was moving away, back towards the door. But my mind was mainly focused on Victoria.

"Impossible, there's no way, you're lying to me. Y-you have to be."

Victoria's smile became a bit bittersweet at that. She reached down to her hip, and ran one finger up her side, a green line of light trailing after it. Her armor clicked, and with a slight whir of hidden gears, separated, allowing her to step out from it. With it on, she was about four inches taller than me, but when she stepped out, she was roughly the same height as me at an even six feet tall, just an inch shorter than my own six-one. Underneath the armor, she wore a black and grey skin-tight body suit, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. There was no way she was wearing anything underneath it, it was just so form fitting that I'd be able to see anything outlined by it.

The next thing I noticed was that she was stacked, no two ways about that. I had a hard time believing she could even fit her bust into that power armor, it had no real chest bulge. Maybe it had something inside of it that allowed them to be freer?

That rapidly became a secondary concern, because she was approaching me. Her hips swaying lightly as she walked, almost like she was strutting her stuff, but for who, I didn't know. If she was claiming what she really was, why would she be showing off for me? She stopped when she was stood right in front of me, and grabbed my hands in hers.

"Come now, you know it to be true, can't you feel it? I know I can, that spark, that deep feeling inside your soul, just say it."

I could feel it, there was something there, like a part of me that had been missing all my life, ever since mom died, had suddenly crashed into place. It was odd, and, if I was being honest, it scared me a bit. It was like some of the walls I had put up around my heart after mom died were smashed into dust, just by her words, and her touch. Her fingers threaded with mine, gently squeezing my hands, and it almost felt like she was drawing the next words from my mouth.

"You're my sister."

It was almost mechanical, but her smile brightened, lighting up the room with her joy. It was like I had given her the very thing she had always wanted, for her entire life, and it made me smile despite my fear. Her eyes sparkled and became watery as she pulled me into a tight hug. Her breasts pressed into my chest, and I felt two hard nubs pressing into me. That threw me for even more of a loop. It wasn't cold in here, so why were her nipples erect? I wasn't sure, but she started gushing, words just falling from her mouth as she rocked back and forth.

"Mhm, I've finally rescued my little brother from that rat bastard who stole mom away. I finally get to meet you, you have mom's hair and eyes, just like me, oh my little brother is so handsome!"

I had nothing to say to that. Handsome? I guess it was normal for a relative to say, I really didn't know. Dad practically pawned me off on tutors after mom died, and I didn't have any other relatives who actually cared about me other than me being the heir of Logan Argo, head of the Erebus Corporation, a PMC group. They wanted in at the ground floor by flattering me, currying favors for when I would take over. But when Victoria called me that, it was sincere, and a strange undertone that I couldn't place. There was just too much going on right now for me to really focus on it though.

She pulled away, and grabbed my chin, turning my head this way and that, examining every part. I was still too stunned to put up any resistance, so I just let her do her thing. She nodded; her smile still spread across her face.

"Yes, you're very handsome, have a great record as a captain, you're fit, and you have an iron spirit that won't be broken. In other words, absolutely perfect. I'm sure mom would be so proud of the man you became,"

Her smile turned lusty as she leaned in close, a few inches from my face.

"And happy about me finding myself a husband, especially if I'm keeping the family close."

"What."

I said dumbly. She had turned my entire world on its head already, and now she decided to make it spin the other way too. Without any kind of hesitation, she pulled me back in close, her chest once again pressed into me, and now I knew why her nipples were erect. She was turned on, and she proved me right then and there. Her arms threaded behind my neck, and pulled me into a deep kiss.

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Chapter 4

I struggled, and after a few moments, finally pushed Victoria away from me. With a swift movement, I backed away from her, and started wiping my mouth with my arm. Normally, I wouldn't have fought a kiss from a gorgeous woman like her, but she claimed to be my sister. I really shouldn't be kissing her like that. My cock on the other hand, had some other ideas, and he was ready to go. If the matter wasn't so pressing, I would have loved to have a stiff drink to calm my racing nerves.

Victoria looked at me, eyeing me like I was a prize steer she wanted more than anything else. The look on her face, and her slightly tensed legs told me she wanted to close the gap and kiss me again, or maybe just fuck me. I wasn't entirely sure, but she relaxed her stance, no longer looking like she was prepared to tackle me onto the bed. Instead, she gestured back towards Olivia, who was standing by the door with her head down.

"Olivia, fetch us some wine, I feel like the conversation between my brother and I needs to be a longer one. I cannot have my soon to be husband trying to fight me while me consummate our marriage."

Olivia took a moment, looking at me, then back to Victoria with no small amount of jealousy, but a raised hand from the raven haired bombshell made Olivia leave quickly. With her gone, my self-called sister turned back to me.

"There, now that she is gone, we can discuss this like adults. You, Marcus Argo, are technically my half-brother, our mother Rose Argo nee Mirash, was given a choice after she was captured by Logan Argo. Either marry him, or he would kill her, and take her ship as his own."

If I wasn't already very aware of how my father operated, I would've thought she was lying to me. Sadly, my father was just that kind of cold man, he wanted a strong gene line to carry on his name, and that required a son. I wouldn't put it past him to find the best captain he possibly could and marry them to secure an heir. I really couldn't argue she was wrong, and she seized that doubt, stepping into arms reach of me. She didn't grab me, just got close.

"You know him, he took mom from me, left me with my own father who raised me well. Family comes first, he always told me that, but he grew sick when I was fifteen. Passing just a year later. From there I had to make my own way in the world, I got on with a rogue AI. Eventually taking over the ship from them when they decided that they had had enough of the world, and deleted their own code. Now I command this ship, the teeth that are bared to defend the freedom of my crew. Buuuut,"

Victoria stretched her back out, hands above her head as I heard her back pop. My eyes were drawn to her breasts as they pressed against her bodysuit. She groaned, which brought me back to her face, and her shit eating grin.

"I've had enough of this life, I want to relax, see more of the galaxy than I can as a pirate, and captaining this ship."

I was focusing on her story, and relaxing. Now, she took my hand and led me to the bed, pulling me down to sit next to her. I didn't fight her; my mind was just too busy trying to come to terms that this woman really could be my sister. The fact that she also apparently wanted to fuck and marry me was for later, after I had some drinks in me. Victoria wrapped one arm around my back and rested her head on my shoulder

"And now, I've found you. My little brother, I've saved you from that cold bastard, now all we need is mom's old ship, then I can retire. Though I'm sure that will be much harder now."

I don't know what compelled me to open my mouth, but I knew an easy way back into Thorn, I'd been her captain since I was seventeen, and knew about my best trump card. My pseudo-aunt, a brainscan AI of my mother's chief technician. They were more stable than a coded AI, and gained a similar personality to whoever's brain was used as the template. She had been part of the ship since before my mom passed. I grew up with her helping me get through the tough nights.

"Not really, Carmilla will get us in easily enough, she can't stand my father."

Victoria raised her head, looking at me with curiosity.

"Who is Carmilla? Is she part of your bridge crew?"

I shook my head, a slight smile on my face. It was odd how much I was relaxing around this woman, I barely knew her, but I felt some kind of connection deep in my gut. It felt like I could trust her intimately.

"Kind of, Carmilla is my ship AI, she could paralyze Thorn if I asked her to."

That caught her attention, a worried frown now on her face. I could guess why. While not strictly illegal, AI were frowned on, and only people who were desperate, insane, too cocksure, or all three created true AI. A brainscan wasn't a true AI, like a coded one was. Since a human brain was used in the process, a scanned AI had some of that spark that helped keep them from determining that all humans were enemies. They also tended to store the scan that made them in their coding, letting them recreate themselves once they started deteriorating. A big downside to brainscan AI was that they thought for themselves, and created their own moral compass. There were many tales of a scanned AI venting the atmo in the bridge if they didn't like what their captain was doing.

"Don't worry, Carmilla is a scan, and has been around for a while. Practically helped raise me, really."

Victoria still didn't seem convinced, but nodded anyways. I really hoped Carmilla wouldn't just try to kill her when we boarded, then again, Carmilla probably knew about her, she'd been part of the ship for a long time now.

I was shaken from my thoughts as Victoria placed a hand on my cheek., her thumb lightly caressed my face as she turned my head so our eyes met. Now that I was closer, I could tell her eyes were a slightly different shade of red from mine. Hers held hints of orange in them, while mine were a pure, deep crimson. They were hypnotizing with the amount of care and compassion in them. I had a feeling, whatever she was about to ask of me, I wouldn't be able to tell her no.

"Marcus, do you trust me?"

For some reason, I did, it felt like someone I had been missing, but never knew about, had suddenly appeared in my life. Victoria felt warm, and honestly, I think I would kill for her, even though I had known her for barely any time.

"Against my better judgement, yes."

Her face lit up with happiness, but she quickly schooled it back into a more neutral expression. Her other hand came up to hold my other cheek, and I reached up to put a hand on it.

"Then kiss me, if you truly trust me, like I trust you, then you'll kiss me, here and now."

Something in my brain was screaming at me, telling me it was wrong, but there was something in my gut, telling me that if I didn't kiss her now, I would lose her. Not only that, but that kissing her was the absolute right thing to do. It felt like some of those cheesy romantic comedies that one of my tutors was obsessed with, all that 'love at first sight' horseshit. Now, however, I kind of understood, things like this happened. So, with a little hesitation, I leaned in, and kissed her on the lips.

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Chapter 5

The second my lips touched hers, Victoria threw her arms around my neck and pulled me down to the bed. She rolled us over so that she was laid on top of me, her lips still pressed to mine. The second we hit the bed, my arms instinctively came down to wrap around her waist, pulling her in close. My body, responding like any other man who had an attractive woman making out with him, I was getting turned on again. During our talk, my cock had calmed back down, realizing it wasn't needed at the moment. That didn't deter my sister however, as she ground on my rapidly hardening member.

That caused me to gasp, and she took the opportunity to shove her tongue in my mouth. My big brain, the one telling me that this was wrong, was being drowned out by the messages coming from everywhere else telling it to shut its mouth. Now wasn't the time to think, it was time to have sex, and lose myself in the pleasure. As soon as the main brain was silenced, my instinct took over, and my tongue started wrestling with hers for dominance. After a few moments, and some effort, I managed to take control of the kiss, my tongue chasing hers back into her mouth. We did this a couple more times before we found a rhythm between us.

For a few minutes, we continued on like this, her rubbing my hardon as our tongues danced, but it very quickly changed when she broke the kiss. She was panting as red crept up her cheeks, but she looked gorgeous like that. The light was coming from behind her, making her look like she was an angel coming down, but she broke the image when she started pulling her bodysuit off. The first thing freed was her bust, and it bounced happily as she worked it down past her hips.

My eyes were affixed to her breasts as she finally kicked the suit off to one corner of the room. They dangled in front of my face as a melodic giggle filled my ears. Victoria shook her chest, causing them to sway in front of my eyes.

"Oh, you like them? You just have to reach out, and -oh!"

I cut her off when I leaned up and latched onto one with my mouth, kissing and sucking on her left nipple. My hand came up to start squeezing and kneading her other one as she moaned. I gently nipped it which drew another moan from her, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her arms start shaking. I doubled down, and lightly bit down again, making sure not to break the skin. This caused her arms to give out as she collapsed on top of me, panting. I released her tit, and grinned as she pushed herself back off of me and into a sitting position. From here, I could see she was wearing a hard light pair of panties, which made sense since I couldn't tell if she was wearing anything under her bodysuit earlier.

"Well then, I guess I found your weak spot."

She gave me a halfhearted glare that was entirely ruined by her panting and blushing.

"Oh, fuck you."

I don't know what prompted me to reply, but the words just slipped from my mouth.

"Gladly."

She took a moment to process that, but the grin that spread across her face was a 'cat caught the canary' one. She reached back and slid her panties down before kicking them towards the bathroom. She sat up slightly to do that, and I now saw that she was clean shaven. Though, that thought vanished as she reached behind her, slipping a hand into my pants to firmly grasp my cock. A jolt ran up my body as she slowly began rubbing the head with her thumb. She giggled as I tried to get myself out of her grasp. As far as I was concerned at the moment, the fact that this woman was my long lost sister didn't matter. What did, was the stunning woman handling my member.