Teenagers

The quadruplet of teens look at-

Okay, quadruplet is just an unnecessary word to replace four, and it doesn't even look right sitting in that sentence. Sometimes basic words are more essential than trying to be advanced to the point that you look like a stuck-up idiot. That's wisdom from Dogdog, remember it.

Anyway.

The four teenagers stared at me with a combination of shared uninterest and a touch of intrigue towards my out of breath stupor. How they managed to achieve both sides of that verbal coin is beyond me.

Two of them were dudes, while the rest were females. The guy who seemed to be the smallest in the group was a red-headed teen with a semi-lanky build compared to the ones around him. And on the opposing end of the spectrum, the girl next to him was quite tall. Like, very tall. But, not absurdly tall. You know? But, definitely tall. She had red hair in the same vein to the other red-headed teen, but hers seems to be much darker and tied into an attractive ponytail. Also, her chest, it's pretty sizable. In comparison to the heroines' whos tits I've groped today, I gotta say that this tall teen doesn't lack in that department.

Two of them glanced towards who I assume is the guy in charge of their little group. This guy has jet-back hair a is much more well-kept form in comparison to the other dude. He clearly works out on the regular, and looks like he can back a punch. Though his build isn't as bulky as some other strong dudes I've met, he seems to be more on the athletic side than pure strength.

The last teen there was the second girl, and she was the only one who wasn't looking towards the athletic leader. She was giving me the **** stare of pure uninterest, which is a look I have grown accustomed too over the years from multiple women who are technically considered to be my peers. She had dark raven-hair, and her face was void of emotion, what is she thinking? Must be something about how I'm a pathetic normal waste of space. Yeah, that's about right. I mean, I would try to blame the earring for making me come off like that. But let's be honest, I was pathetic and normal before this shit storm even happened.

She's actually quite attractive, her face was pale sure, but smooth and lacked any noticeable trances of anything unflattering. Her dark blue geans fail to hide her appealing thighs, they seem to be both plump and muscular, as they widen up to her juicy hips. And her chest leaves a noticeable bump through the black sweatshirt she has on. If I have to guess, using my expert knowledge, I'd say she's packing a C-cup, maybe even a D.

Heh, heh. I would give her the D any day.

Heh, heheh...

Heh.....

Now that I notice it, all of them just seem to be handsome in their own ways, it's like there the model group of attractive teens waiting to be put on set for a weekly sitcom. Especially the chicks here, if these hotties were in my school, they'd more than definitely be part of the kool-kids-klub. And I would be the guy who crushes on them.... From a respectable distance, of course.

You see, back in my youth I-

"Who are you?" The dark-haired guy finally responded to my initial question with the exact same question I inquired earlier.

"Wuh?" I stuttered, "I asked you first!"

The red-headed boy behind him spoke up, "Yeah? Well, he asked you second!"

"S.. So what!? That doesn't hold any weight! That never holds any weight! How is... W... When has being second in anything ever been better than first!?"

"Well," The redhead mused, "Being first to a party is never fun, it's always dull... And awkward!"

"Parties are never fun, so that's not a valid suggestion." The raven-haired teen said tonelessly.

"And that's why I didn't invite you to my birthday party!"

"I don't care," The toneless girl tilted her head slightly in the redhead's direction, "I wouldn't have shown up anyway."

The boy slumped ever so slightly, and the tall girl behind him spoke up. "Oh, friend! I would very much go to your party of the birth!" She lifted up the disheartened teened with an ease that shouldn't be possible from a person of her stature and squeezed him against her supple chest.

"Acck! Star! S- Stop!" He struggled to gasp as the taller teen, who I assumed is named Star, squeezed him tighter and tighter against her. His mouth was entirely enveloped by her breasts, and he stuck out a hand in a futile attempt towards freedom. "MmH- Halm- Halp me!"

The raven-haired girl saw his hand and gave him a slight raise to her brow. "Whatever," She turned away to lean against the metallic wall.

"Uhh, yeah..." The other dude of their group said, "Star!"

Star, who was in the middle of suffocating her friend perked her head and looked towards the teen. Her body was stiff and unmoving, even as the boy kicked and pushed her in order to save himself from imminent ****.

"Let him go." The dark-haired teen, who has to be the one in charge, said.

"Aww." Star released the redhead from his torcher and collapsed onto the floor in a gasping heap.

Yeah, I'm doubling down my original statement that these guys look like they've been ripped straight from a sitcom in the early two-thousands. And as much as I would love to give these babes the good ol' fashioned dicking; as the oldest sibling, I have to set my priorities. Nichole is in danger! Mainly because of my own perverted actions, and as much as a bitch she is twenty-four-seven, I couldn't live with myself in good conscious if something were to happen to my younger sister.

Which means, no fucking!

"Oh, wait! I know what's going to happen here!" I shot out an accusatory finger in their general direction.

The pale, raven-haired girl showed the slightest bit of emotion by raising her eyebrow.

"I'm going to say I won't get distracted or anything, and then ya'll do something moments after to end up making my original statement null and void. Well, guess what!? It's not going to happen!"

"Uhh," The tall girl looked blinked a few times. "Okay."

"Your hot bods ain't gonna distract me! Got it?!"

"Whatever," The pale girl shrugged and looked to her shoulder as the boy who was almost squeezed to **** moments before pulled himself up.

"Dudes, I think he wants us to distract him."

"No! No, no, no! I don't you see," I look towards the ceiling and slowly begin shuffling past them. "My priorities are set, I have a sister that's in danger and actually the whole fucking ship for that matter."

"Huh?" The leader of their group inclined.

"No time for distractions!"

He stuck out his arm and blocked me from passing by. "Hey, what did you say before that?"

"Umm, that... My sister's in danger?" I glanced down from the ceiling to face him. "And the rest of the ship, and... Wait a minute!"

I took a half-step back and actually thought for a second. Yeah, I know, thinking isn't something I'm known for doing. I'm pretty sure awhile ago I made a normality that separated all the male guests from the females. I think I did that cause I wanted to make some female fuck-fest or something... Honestly, that's the main normality I'm pissed off over making, cutting apart the guests means it'll be harder to protect them all, and thus I ended up making my sister's situation that much worse. But now that I'm thinking about it, what are these people doing? Did they sneak out of their respective groups to meet up and explore the Watchtower un-restricted? I guess I could see the guys doing that, but these chicks? Not as likely since I made it normal for every woman to have a deep lusting urge to suck on Wonder Woman's tits, and I also made Womder Woman unable to refuse a request to do so. Inadvertently causing an endless loop of constant breastfeeding.

So these girls shouldn't be out here, wandering around. Why would they? If they knew that Wonder Woman was allowing any female to suck on her heavenly tit?

Well, it doesn't matter! Honestly, I have no idea who these people are, and I don't care. I never claimed to be a hero, I just have a younger sister that I'm obligated to keep safe, as much as she loathes my very existence. These guys can do whatever they fucking please. I'm going to get Nichole, then get out of here. It's a simple two-step plan, with no room for additions.

Besides, Mom would kill me if I came back without her daughter. And we don't want that happening, at least, I don't. Hell, I couldn't care less that the League has my other earring. Sure, I want it back, but I have the left one; which, is good enough in my book!

"So... How are the people here in danger?" The leader pressed. "It's the Watchtower, the League should be-"

"Yeah, well..." I interrupted with a shrug, "Maybe they were distracted by something... Who's to say?"

"Yeah. Who's to say?" The pale girl agreed with a hint of sarcasm before being forcefully yanked into a team huddle.

I stared at them for a few lingering seconds, not being able to discern what they were mumbling. Meh, it doesn't matter, my priorities are set in stone. They'll do them, and I'll do-

Hey, that's a nice ass.

The four of them leaned forward as they were huddling, and that caused the tall girl's ass to jut out ever so slightly, it strained against the material of her pants.

I brought a finger to my chin and studied the shape of her rump from my angle behind her. Yep, indeed, that's a pretty nice ass. I wonder what the other girl's... Wait no! Fuck that, I can admire all the asses I want once Nichole and I are back on Earth. I mean, these guys are just regular humans. I've spanked the Girl of Steel's ass, ignore the fact that it hurt my hand more than the pleasure was worth. I still spanked her like she was my little bitch. After going that high, regular people's butts just can't suffice. Or shouldn't, at least. But this chick's butt is making that theory crack into piece, cause it's a nice, curvy, and juicy ass.

Sometimes that's all you need.

But not now, now I need to find Nichole, and no regular chick's ass is going to distract me. Not this time! No sir! I turned to continue down the hallway when I heard something that caught my attention.

"Titans go!"

"What?" I turned back around to spot the red-headed boy crouched on the ground, poised to pounce at any moment. The raven-haired, standing completely passive, in the same way as she was before. The leader of their group was leaned forward, looking as if he were ready to sprint ahead. And the tall girl behind him was fucking floating! What the fuck!?

"What?" The redhead said. "This fool don't recognize us dudes!"

"Uhh wait, Raven, turn off our disgises."

The dark-haired girl responded by clasping her hands together and shutting her eyes. "Azarath.. Metrion... Zinthos!" She chanted, her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a chasm of darkness within before a burst of black enveloped the bright hallway covering everyone in shadow.

The flash staggered me back and clouded my vision for a few moments that took me time to recover from. I rubbed my eyes, letting the darkness dissolve from my vision with each wipe.

When my peepers were finally able to see again, I saw- "Holy shit, it's the Teen Titans!"

"Shit!" Barry mumbled as he checked another room for an impending explosive to no avale. "Shit!" He said again as he searched through yet another room, and finding nothing.

"Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit, Oooo! Sorry!" He quickly apologized and zoomed away from the cafiteria; if there were a bomb in there, he wouldn't be finding it. It was filled to the brim with Lasanga as far as the eye could see. Seriously, that was a shitload of lisagna. With one obese man in the midst of it. He wasn't even eating it, he was just sitting and smiling. "Ughhh," Barry shuttered at the thought of that guy sitting and smiling in the general direction of his lasagna for hours on end.

Flash

Nothing.

Flash

Nothing.

Flash

Nothing.

"Okay, where are the freaking bombs!" Barry had to stop for a second and ponder to himself. "Okay, okay. If I were a psycho clown... I don't know what I would do!" He leaned against the cold, glossy wall and slumped to the floor. Entierly out of ideas, if only some of his mates at S.T.A.R labs were here, they'd know what to do. He'd love to give Iris a call, but roping her into this shit wouldn't be beneficial for anyone.

"Alright, change of plan!" He zoomed to his feet. "What would Batman do?" Achem "I'm Batman! Dark edgy, brooding, brooding... Oh shit, I have an idea!" He said to himself, in absolute surprise that mocking Batman actually worked.

Flash

"Wonder Slut!" He tapped his coms, hoping to god for a response, "I need to borrow your lasso!"

"You guys are actually the teen titans!? Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" My previous goal to do... Whatever it was I wanted to do was subsided instantaniously. "This can't be real!" I staggered for words, now realizing how retarded I was for not recognizing them earlier. It was pretty obvious in hindsight. The tall chick was called Star at one point, and I don't know anyone named Star except for the Starfire herself! Holy fucking shit.

It's pretty ironic that I only saw them as normal teenagers before due to magic. Since I kinda have the same aura around me that makes everyone see me as a regular teenager.

"Pff, yeah, sure." Raven rolled her eyes and extended her arms out, parting her purple robe and revealing her curvy figure contained within her skin-tight suit. "This entirely fake, we're just cosplaying."

"Fuck it," My cock sturred upon seeing the quick glimpse at her female form she usually keeps hidden behind her robe. "Cosplay or not ya'll look like the real thing!" My eyes traced every curve on Raven's body while she lowered her arms and hid her form from view.

"We ain'ts fake fool, check it!" Beast Boy said, leaping in the air he transformed into a cat and landed on Raven's head. The cat began padding around on Raven's purple hair and eventually got himself comfortable and curled up into a green ball, releasing slight purrs of relaxation every so often. "Didn't knock me off because she secretly likes it when I do this. Ain't that right Ray Ray?"

Raven flinched, and Beast Boy's green cat fur instantly turned black before he was swiftly flung off from her head and landed feet-first on the floor behind her.

"Yes, we are very the real!" Starfire spun around us faster than I could keep track. My eyes could only see a red streak while my ears picked up a slight swishing sound. She re-appeared before me in a blink of an eye, causing me to jump back. "Nice to meet you, new friend!" She stuck out a hand in greeting.

After my initial shock, I moved my hand to accept her advance. When my eyes landed on her giant rack, and my priorities were officially scrambled. The swell and shape of her tits were apparent due to the lack of bras, holy shit, I'm so glad I made that normailty! I could see her nipples pressing against the tight purple top she has on. My arm ignored her extended hand and moved straight for her impressive bust, opening my palm wide, I sank my hand into her tit, thoroughly enjoying the sinking feeling of yielding boob-flesh. I brought my fingers together to pinch her nipple hard, causing the orange alien to every so slightly moan.

Fuck! Big Billy is coming out, and I don't fucking blame him.

Okay, so I am a man with priorities, but right now, they've changed! Because at this moment, Big Billy wants to figure out what color her nipples are. And that's as good as an excuse as anyone to dive deeper into this alien's tits!