Catching up with little Sis

"This is the best day of my life!"

Is what I would be saying if I wasn't caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Or, I guess, I was caught with my hand right outside the cookie jar. It doesn't matter the specifics, either way, I was caught. Busted. This is where it ends for me. Green Lantern caught me molesting his teammate and dragged her away to safety! And once she spills the beans, he's going to mash me into potato salad! The Cracker that is my life is going to fall into the soggy soup of despair. I'm going to be... I'm.. I-

I'm hungry!

Look at me. I'm pretty sure I got busted and will be punished any second now. Yet my mind doesn't want to think about the future; it just wants to think about the now. And right now, I'm hungry. Honestly, as soon as I walked into the woman's bathroom, I signed my own **** warrant. No point in worrying about what's bound to happen.

I walked forward through the open door slowly to see all the other guests eating in the large food court. Large is an understatement. This room could hold seven beached pregnant whales. Well, maybe not, I've never seen a pregnant whale before.

Everyone's eating a wide selection of food, from chicken nugs, and hot dogs, all the way to tuna eyeballs- Wait. Tuna eyeballs!? Gross! What type of human would find that appealing? No. More importantly, what superhero headquarters even serve that? I'm starting to feel more sick than hungry now...

I found my sister sitting at a table near a huge glass window. "Hey, Nichole, what's up?" She looked at me, blinked, then looked back down to her phone. Ignoring me, Classic Nichole. "Well good talk," "Mmhmm," She said looking down at her phone. I was about to turn around and leave when I noticed through the window; it looks on into a sparing room. A man and a woman were fighting it out in there.

The man was wearing a green and black leather costume. And the woman was wearing a black leather suit, with fishnet stockings. Her top stopped right at her cleavage because why the hell not I guess. It's like all the women in this building want to show off what they've got. I'm confident green guy's the Green Arrow and the other chick- Look, I'm not a superhero nerd like all these other people are okay? They were throwing jabs and kicks at each other; it looked like they weren't holding back. I could feel the **** of each strike from here, ouch! Green Arrow went for a low sweep to trip her up, but she back flipped over it with ease. Her exposed cleavage jiggled as she landed with a smile, huh, they're both smiling. They find this fun? I'd be put in a casket the second I walked into that room.

Well as much fun as it is to watch her jump around in her skimpy get up, I have a mouth to feed.

I turned around to look for where the buffet when I realized, there isn't a buffet table! Where'd these guy's get their food? I looked around and saw jack squat, was I too late? I walked up to another guest who was munching down on some lasagna. By some I mean, this man has.. one- two- three- twenty- twenty-six plates. That doesn't even make any logical sense! "Hey bro, where'd you get all that food at?"

He looked up at me and mumbled: "Man I'm full."

"I uh, okay I mean, I didn't ask you that; I just wanted to know where's the food at."

"Yeah man, I was thinking the same thing bro."

"What- what the hell? Are you high?!"

"No, I'm hungry! Leave me alone let me eat."

"You just said you were full!"

"Oh, now you want my opinion? This lasagna sucks bro, don't try it."

I am going to kill this man; I don't care that I'm in a space station full of superheroes. I feel like I might actually break him.

"Jesus Christ you obese retard where's the food!"

"You want food? Oh, it's over there." He pointed to something that resembles one of those Coca-Cola machines; it had a big screen and a dispenser below.

I felt like he was bullshitting me, but I just don't care at this point. I want to get away from this lasagna man. "Thanks..dude.. enjoy your lasagna."

"I won't, it sucks."

I walked up to the machine and looked at it quizzically. Bringing my hand up, I touched the screen. And it lighted up.

<Welcome_Please_Type_The_Name_Of_The_Food_You_Would_Like_To_Dine_On>

The lightbulb in my brain that I rarely use turned on, as I realized what this is.

"Hey, Nichole! Can I sit with you? I'm sitting down anyway." She looked at me, and looked back at her phone. Ignoring me, Classic Nichole. "Don't act friendly with me, you have no one else to sit with, and you don't want people to see you as the socially awkward manchild that you are." She said while typing away at her phone, "W-Wow, harsh. I just want to sit next to my little sister." She smirked "Yeah, like you needed to use the bathroom before? Please, I can read you like a book Sam. You just wanted some alone time with Wonderwoman." Well, she's technically wrong, I wanted alone time with Lil Willy while I think about Wonderwoman.

"This conversation isn't going anywhere positive, let's just end it."

"I don't even know why you started it."

She may be a pain in the ass, and I do mean it when I say I hate her a lot. But I do still love her, I mean, she's my little sister. But whenever I try to mend the fences, she knocks them down! Whatever. I won't be alive for long anyway. Wonderwoman and Green Lantern are probably discussing what they're going to do with me at this very moment. I should hurry up and eat before that happens, and at least my last meal will be a good one! I took a bite of my meat lovers pizza. Yep, this is definitely a good last meal. It has to be the best pizza I've tasted in years. But that's coming from a college student who can only afford pizza from the local gas station. I forgot those two were sparing in there too. They're visibly sweating and huffing, but neither of them wants to pull in the towel first. The sweat makes her thighs and tits stand out; I'm rooting for her. A meal and a show, that ain't too bad.

"Hey, can you pass the salt?"

"I can."

"But you won't, will you.."

"Nope."

*Sigh* Classic Nichole. I stood up and reached over the table for the salt. I probably leaned forward too far, and my face fell right into the pizza. My hand slipped and knocked something off the table, I couldn't tell. Ya'know, cause my head was stuck in a pizza. "Shit on a dick," I mumbled as I pulled my face out. I can barely see have hot melted cheese on my face; I grabbed for some paper to rub it off. "Yeah yeah, laugh at me. Get it out of your system." I pulled the paper away from my face, and-

"Shit! I'm sorry!"

I knocked over her drink; it spilled all over her shirt and pants. If I weren't scared of how she'd react, I would've stared at her bra contained breasts that were now clearly visible pressed against her shirt. "Yeah whatever it's fine," she said, "Shit, my phones wet" she grabbed for some paper to wipe off her phone.

Um. Wait. What!

Wait wait wait wait. The earring!? The way Wonderwoman didn't care what I did, is it possible... that it works on people I'm next too? Would Nichole not give a shit if I did anything to her. Oh hohohoho. If that's true, I could get some ****....And It- It has to be true! I spilled a drink on her, and she'd never reacted like that. She'd normally stand up and spill my drink on me. I also got her phone wet; she doesn't even let me look at her phone for too long. Speaking of looking....

I guess another way to tell is to simply, look. Look at her tits. I am a true man of science. She caught me once looking at her once while she was bending down at the pool. She snitched on me to Mom, and then Mom tied me to the fence and beat me with an iron pole until I had a severe spinal injury. Nah, I'm just kidding. But I did get in deep shit. What I'm trying to say is she wouldn't let me gawk and her tits openly. Yet here she was looking at her phone, her soaked tits standing out for all to see. And she's not giving two shits. Let me make it a little bit more obvious.

I stood up again and put my elbows on the table, avoiding my pizza mess of course. "Hey, Nichole, nice tits they're sexy laying in your bra like that." She paused and looked up "Perv" she muttered and when back to her phone. Well there I have it, she doesn't care at all. I don't know precisely how this earring works yet, but I'm getting the hang of it. It makes people next to me not care what I do. I think... I mean I'm not going to second-guess the facts. If I can stare, I'm going to stare. And stare... And stare... Just looking at her soaked breasts move up and down gently, and not having to worry about her catching me because she doesn't give a shit is arousing. Lil Willy is enjoying that's for sure. But he wants more, and I'm not going to say no such a close friend!

I stood up and started walking to her side of the table "You know, I feel like Mom wanted to use this trip as a way for us to get closer."

"Yeah, duh."

"So.. let's get closer." I walked up to her, and she actually looked up from her phone to me. I took a breath, pulled her chair out a little, and sat down on her lap. "So sis, you would be the best sister ever if you helped me figure things out." "Figure what out?" I could feel her breath touch my face; we were so close it hurt. "Just tell me what you have to say after this." I leaned in and gave her a wet peck on the cheek." "Ew, you just ate pizza, I can smell it in your-" I dove back in and gave her a full on French kiss. Is it a French kiss if she doesn't do the tongue action too? Her breasts pressing against my chest was the icing on the cake. She wasn't responding; she wasn't spitting me out, or even joining in. She was literally just a wad a putty. Hey, I don't mind. I started sucking on her top lip for a couple of long seconds. I pulled away with a pop, and for added measure, licked the side of her face and-

"Ugh, ur face taste horrible is that the makeup gahh, I regret doing that."

"My face tastes bad? You breath tasted horrible; I don't want to taste what you ate!"

God this is so hot, and Lil Willy wants more, okay Willy this is for you.

"Shh Nichole," I said leaning into her ear while my right hand went up to her wet breast. "Mom wants this trip to get us closer...so let's get closer." I squeezed on her tit, god her breast is a good stress reliever. I should do this more often!