Retreat to Familiar Grounds

I don't know how or when I’ll explore my new companion, but I knew where it would happen was not going to be some barely-maintained diner restroom. Besides, nothing was actually going to make it okay for me to fuck in a relatively public place, right? Even if the app would protect me, it’s just more trouble than I need… and more excuses for Ivette to leave before I can test her new sensitivity.

Then there’s the two ladies sleeping at home, each needing my attention. It’s the thought that gives me my confidence back.

“N-No,” I finally manage.

“No what? Condoms are non-negotiable-”

“You can check up on me after you leave your second shift at the hospital.” I pull my phone out and swap to contacts. “Give me your number so I can call you and we’ll sort it out.”

“I’m going to do your check-up right now,” she tersely reminds me, “and I don’t give my number to patients.”

“Well then how will you find me after I leave? I’m not going to be at the hospital, so we need to exchange contact information… to coordinate,” I emphasize, doing my best to sound the ever-concerned patient.

Her eyes narrow at that and, after a withering pause, she finally relents and pulls out her own phone, pink-cased and older by almost a decade, to jot down my number. The waitress charges her for the row of coffee while we send confirming text messages, though I spend the rest of the moment looking through the app to make sure I didn’t have some last-minute addition to make. Ivette’s options remain what they are with no advanced features, not yet at least… and with only five gems, it wasn’t going to be worth exploring anything else on the way home. So I was officially done buying things for the day… now I just have to sit back and enjoy what I have. At the end of the new text chain sits my address and Ivette’s intention to swing by after 11:00AM if she wasn’t stuck with a coding patient.

“If you use my number for anything but check-ups, I’ll make sure you don’t get to play your little fantasies out anymore… no matter how bad a day I’m having. Got it?”

I nod obediently. Her scowl doesn’t lack any **** despite the tired circles under her eyes, and soon she’s left me to the table and my thoughts. I watch as her beat-up Camry pulls out of the diner and into the night, no doubt to complete that next 8-hour shift… leaving me time to plan and to calculate.

The hooker and author are still present, though neither address or approach me and I’m probably better off for it. It takes me about ten minutes to gather my wits again and take my leave of the diner; my car grumbles into the night, and soon I’m gone with a few mocking smirks behind me.

My ego might’ve been more hurt if I didn’t have Alice “waiting” for me.

6:34AM, Haines Residence

My flustered mother left the house without so much as checking up on us; she left almost an hour earlier than normal, perhaps unconsciously realizing it was my presence now that got her excited for no apparent reason. I listened to the car pull away with one ear as I kept the other plugged with a headphone to listen for approaching undead. The Minecraft mod made zombies far more terrifying and engaging, and it was the object of my obsession just two weeks ago. It was… fine, now. I wish I could say that having magical powers to shape beautiful women to my whims didn’t affect my old hobbies, but it’s literally just a distraction, now. A way to pass the time, to meditate…

… and wait for the signal of my mom’s car driving away. I hear its engines quietly roar after the front door opens and closes below, and without so much as a save I abandon my avatar to the hungry masses.

First things, first: I take a quick shower and ensure I’ve all the funk of the last 24 hours removed. Once verifiably clean, I leave for my sister’s room wearing nothing but the fully-charges cellphone in my hand. Why waste time getting clothes, after all, knowing they’d come right back off? I go to open the door cautiously, letting the dim glow from a far-off hallway light flood into her room. The small artifacts of her life glint as the light grows until her own sleeping form, head turned away from the corner door, comes into view.

I slip in and close the door, cutting off all light save the glow of my app and the first hints of the dawn that try to pierce her thin window curtains. I tap her undressing hotkey and watch as the form of one drowsy Alice slips her pajama pants off under the covers, followed by wiggling clumsily out of her top. She is laid bare at last… and what better way to wake her up than establish what we would be from now on? I could slip quietly into her bed, kiss her awake, and ease her into the role of… well, in any case, that’s not what I do.

What I do is start the plan to turn my dear Alice into a puddle. Gently I put my phone down next to hers and navigate to the saved shortcut to the looping Ms. Lia video I found online—someone cut one of her more audible moments down to a 25-second clip—so I could text the link to Alice. Like any good brother, I knew her security code and soon had both phones connected to the internet with the videos at the ready. With my hands raised high as if to conduct an orchestra, I bring my index fingers down in a dramatic sweep right next to my stirring sibling, turning both videos on and letting Ms. Lia’s voice ring out in slightly out-of-sync audio.

The reaction was to be expected.

“Buh-wha-hello?!” Alice sprang up on her hands and knees, eyes wild in the darkness as her surprised features were outlined in the light of Ms. Lia’s performance in stereo.

I rounded the bed with my phone in hand, Ms. Lia’s moans having no effect on me, so she could truly be surrounded by the audio magic. “Good morning, Alice. More nice dreams of me?”

“Yeah- wait, Dave, I mean... what the fuck- what is… ah, hi…”

She has many questions, but she can’t ask them before acting out as the app requires. I mount the bed as she stands on her knees to receive me, our lips and bodies pressing together as Ms. Lia excites her body. I don’t bother with the formalities anymore and go right for the crotch, my fingers finding her slick clit and rubbing it viciously until she buckles and falls backwards and sideways back down towards her pillows. I follow her and stay on top, taking all of a second to guide the head of my cock to her entrance with slick fingertips before pushing into her. She’s wet, but only slightly as I feel her body trying to keep up with my intent. I push in to the hilt regardless, earning a gasp as she finally ends the “make out” mid-coitus.

“Dave, you asshole, you didn’t even… ask… fuck…!”

“You asked.”

“Wha… ah… ah!”

My hands explore her body and take advantage of her every perk: her sensitive clit, breasts, and mouth are easy enough to stimulate just by pressing upon her, and my hands grope her firm ass briefly before sneaking up to her hair as I pump into her body. Ms. Lia continues the dual lecture in a loop as she helps drive my sister into a sopping wet, trembling state.

“Come for me,” I whisper into her mouth.

“Fuck… you-nyiii!”

The sounds that escape her when I pull her hair, I mean really. My arms flex as best they can to pull her locks to her left and right, ensuring no injury to her neck as the bizarre customization drives her to come on my cock, squeezing and milking it while her thighs try to grip onto my torso. Her legs hook behind my ass as I hilt her, but they try and fail to dislodge themselves as Alice is torn between her irritation at my sudden entrance and the bliss she’s now lost in.

“You still don’t like this cock, Alice?”

“Fuck… I… oh… stop, I can barely… breathe… ah!”

In truth she could merely barely speak between her gasps as I continue to torment her scalp. “I could wake you up like this every day, you know. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Fuck, I… I can’t… answer…!”

“Sure you can, just as soon as I… mmm!” I smother my own moan into her lips and let my orgasm violently enhance my grip on her hair, causing her to come a third time on my twitching cock just before I fill my sister with incestuous seed. Sexual Healing does its trick, of course: I feel full, satiated in every way, and ready to fuck again even as my own organismic bliss drops a full, fresh load of swimmers into a younger womb. But for her gem protection, there was little doubt she’d have gotten knocked up from just that… and I was only beginning.

“Did you… fuck, come ins… hah…!”

“You won’t get pregnant,” I coo as I resume pumping into her, my cum now squelching out of the seam of our joined genitals as it lubricates my pounding, “unless you want to.”

“That’s… now how… that works, you fucking…hnnnggh!” Her journey was coming into its proper speed now as Ms. Lia drove her into a hornier and hornier state.

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