"Five gold hands hold six iron rings for seven blind princes!"

It wasn't the world's most convenient or easily-remembered phrase, but it was at least on-theme for Oktavia... especially since it wasn't over yet. At least her response confirmed that he'd gotten it right, more or less.

"Eight crystal glasses contain nine red lakes, for ten noble princesses."

"May the festival rage on for eleven days and twelve nights."

Finally, with a great heave of her immense, pillowy chest, Oktavia relaxed with a deep sigh. "Okay, it really is you, Brother. With the power out, I had to be certain."

She still made no attempt whatsoever to hide her enormous, bare chest from her very distracted, very male brother, instead opting to cross her arms underneath them. The way her arms entirely disappeared only served to emphasize their unreasonable heft, and ensured that Kelsen wasn't going to be tearing his eyes away any time soon.

"Yeah, we're stuck in a nebula. Might be a while before we can restore full power."

Oktavia merely huffed, clearly displeased by that news. Her turning back to whatever it was she was tinkering with before was almost a mercy to Kelsen's rapidly filling balls, if not for the fact that his sister was so obscenely busty that he could still see the curve of her figure from behind.

At least now she wouldn't see his swelling, uncontrollable erection bulging against his tight pilot suit.

"I suppose it can't be helped, then... Oh well. I suppose Irene will be doing her best to keep essential systems online, and I can probably get a small dynamo or two running from all this junk to power my own gear... That just leaves you, Brother. What are you going to do?"

Masturbate. Furiously, in fact. Not that it would be enough, but-

"I... haven't figured that out yet."

Oktavia didn't even bother glancing over her shoulder. Eye contact in general wasn't really her thing, but looking away as she was let her be a bit more expressive. With no one able to see it, she had the confidence to wear a smug grin- one that came through in the tone of her voice, even if her brother couldn't see it for himself.

"I see. Well, I do appreciate your concern, but there's no need to worry about me. Unless there's something else you need from me, Brother, I've got plenty to do here... and it sounds like you've got more urgent issues to deal with."

Oktavia's ears were sharp. Most of her senses were, given the mix of her skill with diagnostics and machinery as well as her paranoia that someone might dare breach her inner sanctum.

Just like how Kelsen could still clearly see the marshmallowy, dense heft of her breasts, she could hear the soft, suppressed whimper he attempted to bite back, raw instincts and desire threatening to break out from underneath an increasingly thin, strained surface.

She admired his self-control, but it would be nice if he'd just give in already. He really was an idiot if he thought for one second she didn't already know about the various files on his computer, the numerous fantasies he clearly had- but then, he barely seemed to notice her blatant flirtatious teasing.

Oh, and he'd driven them straight into a nebula. That too. Maybe he really was an idiot.

"N-no, that's everything for now... I'll check up on you again later, though, alright?"

Oktavia sighed. She did, briefly, consider asking him exactly what he was waiting for, what was preventing him from holding her nose against his enormous, heavy sack until her lungs were full of more musk than air, why he wasn't currently thrusting away between the breasts he loved to stare at so much, why she wasn't drowning in his gooey spunk yet.

Briefly.

If her idiot Brother couldn't play his role properly and take charge, if he wanted to endure a case of blue balls so severe that he couldn't walk straight and was left drooling at the mere thought of a woman, then so be it. It wasn't like Oktavia was a stranger to solitude, or embracing wild fantasy over actual human contact- in most ways, that was how she preferred things to be.

Hearing the reinforced airlock door close behind her was still frustrating. Probably not quite as frustrating as it was for her backed-up Brother, but still. Frustrating enough to distract her from her work, and lay back amongst the pile of scrap, letting her mind wander through what could have- and should have- been.

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On the other side of the door, Kelsen took deep, calming breaths- though this time, they were doing precisely nothing to calm him down. No matter how much he focused on the steady, slow intake of air, or tried to divert his thoughts to something else, Oktavia weighed heavily on his mind. What he needed from her was agonizingly clear, currently pitching such an impressive tent in his tight suit that it looked like it could tear through at any second. His mind replayed her final statement on repeat, over imagery of her bare, heaving chest that he'd practically seared into his retinas with the intensity of his staring alone.

He knew what Oktavia's statement sounded like it meant, but it was impossible to tell if that was his own desires playing tricks on him or not. If only his sister would be a little less reclusive, and leave a little less doubt in his mind, if only she'd show some clear sign of consent, or even just notice the effect she had on him...

If only. Kelsen let out a frustrated cry, not that it could be heard through the blast-proof door behind him. There was only one thing he could do now, only one possible way left to clear his mind and deal with his raging, unquenchable lust.

There was just one extremely tiny problem with that.

With no power, he couldn't.

He'd become so reliant on the machine's efficiency that going it alone wouldn't work- his body simply wouldn't respond to such self-supplied sensations anymore unless he was already on the brink of insanity. As full and overloaded as he already was, things weren't that bad, not yet- though attempting it anyway might get him there a lot faster. No, he was just going to have to endure this... somehow...

At least until he could find some other solution. There had to be something, anything he could do before it got that bad. All he had to do was figure out what that something was, and he'd be fine. Kelsen took another lust-addled, shaky breath, and headed for his personal quarters.