Wait, are you forgetting something?

As you walked out of Dr. Michel’s office, your new enhanced dick still tingling in your pants, you paused in your stride as you realized that you may have…ah, forgotten something.

Or rather, someone.

Wrex went off to kill Fisk in the parking lot, and you told him you’d meet him in ten minutes to go get Tali…and after fucking the shit after Dr. Michel, maybe…30 minutes have passed?

Shit. Even if their boss had been turned into a red mist by an angry krogen by now…those mercs have more than likely gunned Tali down in that alley Shepard usually saves her in.

Oops.

“Uh…normally…um,” You quietly mutter to yourself, trying to dig yourself out of this hole your dick has gotten you into.

To be fair though, a slutty French doctor was a pretty nice hole to get distracted in.

Suddenly, a figurative lightbulb goes off over your head. You were trying to think of some complicated solution to this, but a simple fix is really all this situation needed.

“Normally, Fisk tells his mercs to bring their targets back to his club so he can deal with them personally.”

There. Now instead of being gunned down in an alley, Tali should be held back at the club, with mercs who weren’t aware that their boss was no longer able to sign their paychecks.

…Okay, so it didn’t exactly make sense for Fisk to send Tali out to a fake meeting only to have his mercs bring her right back to the club. But that’s the price you pay when writing a story using your dick, so shut up.

“…and the mercenaries Fisk normally hires are all tall, buff amazonian women,” You quietly tack on.

There. No fancy shoot out in an alley, but now there’s a group of muscled warrior women and the cutest bestest waifu in all of Mass Effect waiting for you back at the club.

Shepard’s omni-tool pinged, and she stopped to take a look at the message. “Looks like Ashley’s got eyes on your quarian lead. Good call leaving her behind at the club, word is that Fisk tries to keep all of his ‘business’ inside his club. Figures he’d have the quarian brought there.”

“…Uh, yeah, that’s what I did,” You blink as you see how the world just falls into place for you. “Left Ash behind to, ah, ‘work on her slutsmanship’ as it were, but I figured she’d catch Fisk’s goons with the quarian.”

Shepard grinned at you. “And in the ensuing orgy, we can grab the quarian while the mercs are distracted by Ashley. And I thought I was supposed to be the smart one!”

An idea pops into your head. “Well, that’s if you can control yourself. You know the type of mercs Fisk hires. And I know you normally love to dominate ‘tough’ women into submission. Sexually.”

Shepard shuddered. “Like you don’t enjoy running your tongue along the abs of an 8ft tall muscled bitch who thinks she’s hot shit until someone puts her on her knees,” your sister said with a dreamy look, idly playing with her new tits.

You two quickly enter a cab as you relax into the seat, pulling your cock back out and casually pulling Shepard’s head down onto it. “Come on sis. We’ll be there in a few. In the meantime, gimme one of your normal car ride blowjobs. I’m not done playing with my new cock.”

As your sister’s lips glide up and down your length, you close your eyes and take the moment to collect yourself. A disaster well averted, if you said so yourself.

“You think we got time to stop at a bathroom or something? I haven’t had a chance to go since our operations at Chloe’s clinic,” Shepard asked as she flicked the tip of your dick with her tongue.

…Damnit Shepard, don’t go saying that stuff with a dick in your mouth.

…Well, you could use a piss break yourself…and realistically, you probably shouldn’t waste anymore time since that’s what got you in this mess in the first place…but just because you had the power to do whatever you wanted, does that mean you could really…use your sister as a urinal?