Making a Splash with New Wave

A month had come and gone since I’d gotten my powers and to be honest, if they didn’t have their scheduled patrols and hospital rounds and I didn’t have my own family to attend to, I think I might have just moved into New Wave headquarters permanently.

Sure, they lived halfway across town from me, but taking the bus isn’t nearly as tedious when you could pass the time getting handjobs and blowjobs from your fellow passengers at the back of the bus. It didn’t hurt that their mom Carol (Brandish), aunt Sarah (Lady Photon) and cousin Crystal (Laserdream), lived in adjacent houses and could easily have found work in modeling if being a superhero (and a lawyer in Carol’s case) ever got old.

As it was, I had compromised by visiting during the weekdays when my mom was at work and Megan was out doing her own thing, and left when they got ready for patrol.

You better believe that I had them give me a grand welcoming the first time I came to visit!

Do you know what’s hotter than two superpowered MILF sisters eating each other out while floating in midair?

Watching their hot daughters join in!

It would have been perfect, if it wasn’t for the stifling tension that fell over the festivities when I asked Amy and her stepmom for a joint blowjob. The whole time Carol had been critical of Amy’s every touch and lick, emphasizing how important it was to give as good as I gave, each word making Amy visibly shrink away until I broke the two up and fucked Amy until she couldn’t see straight.

Geez! I have no idea what that was about, but I resolved not to pair them together again until I could figure it out. Whatever the issue, Amy didn’t mind me having sex with her “wicked stepmother”, in fact making the older heroine cry out in pleasure on my dick seemed to fill Amy with some sort of bittersweet satisfaction that I really didn’t understand.

These days there was an almost tangible relief hanging over her. Like a great weight had lifted off her back and put a spring in her step that had been absent in the mousy girl that first stepped into my hospital room.

Vicky had noticed the change as well and had taken that to mean her sister was crushing on me, hard, and playfully ribbed her constantly, as nosy siblings do.

I wasn’t so sure. Yeah she liked me, that much was obvious, but she never made googly eyes at me (well aside from my dick, but I could hardly blame her) and the few times I had taken her out for a change of venue, she rangled her sister into joining us (not that I’m complaining, but it doesn’t give the impression of a date).

As far as I can tell, hospital work in a cesspool like Brockton Bay is stressful as hell, especially if you are a superpowered teenage girl living without a secret identity. Sex had become the release that Amy needed to clear her head, and as the source of that relief, Amy had grown fond of me and started to come out of her shell. Simple.

For Christmas she even gave me a case of condoms meant for breeding cattle and a letter telling me not to use them all at once. The cheeky little chipmunk.

In exchange I had bought her a flower pot and a dozen packets of various plant seeds. The girl really needed a hobby outside of hospital work and sex. I figured if I was okay with her using her power on my sensitive bits, I trusted her enough not to end the world by splicing roses with bamboo and sunflowers.

Vicky was much harder to shop for. With her girly personality and my ineptitude in all things fashion, all I could think of was a gift certificate to Victoria’s Secret…

Fortunately, or unfortunately as I’d later learn, Amy had come to my rescue, using her powers with a bag of fresh oysters to grow a batch of shimmering pearls (aren’t those a different species?) that we strung up into a necklace (hehe. I’m so immature). It felt more like a gift from Amy and I was just the middleman but she had hastily insisted that she wouldn’t tell where it came from if I didn’t.

Vicky had been delighted by the top-quality jewelry, tittering on about how it perfectly matched her uniform and bemoaning how her on-again off-again boyfriend Gallant had never gotten her anything as nice. A few days later she had reciprocated by dragging me from store to store in search of a whole new wardrobe for my bulkier physique. When I turned to Amy for support all I got back was an unapologetic grin. ‘Traitor’ I had mouthed as her sister shoved me into a changing room. She just rolled her eyes at me.

I thought heroes were supposed to save people in trouble.

Thus the three of us had settled into an odd but comfortable relationship. Vicky saw me as a booty call she could hang out with without it being awkward. With Amy, it felt like I was a friend with benefits; ready for sex or laughing at bad movies together or ranting about a patient who needed treatment because of their own sheer stupidity or just aimlessly wandering the Boardwalk. Followed by more sex. There just wasn’t anything romantic going on between us, and I was fine with that.