Winter Wrap Up

Boy, who would have thought that Militia would have been such a sexy beast in bed (or the shower for that matter)?! Never once did she get tired or overwhelmed as I plowed her again and again, always ready for another round when I was. I don’t know if that was just another aspect of her power or if she was simply that determined but it was fun having a partner who could keep up with me all by herself.

The trip had also taught me some interesting aspects of my power. For instance, I was able to convince Miss Mili- Hannah, to unmask for me. But only after I agreed to sign a nondisclosure agreement that boiled down to if I revealed her identity to the public or outside interests I’d have my ass thrown in jail. The fact that I was an “agent of the government” would, if anything, work against me rather than help me if that happened. It kind of drove home just how unique New Wave was, living with the public knowing their not-so-secret identities.

Villains, I was told, would be far less forgiving. If there was someone or something going around unmasking capes to the public: even rival gangs would honor a truce until the snitch was shut up permanently. I didn’t even know that that was possible outside of an Endbringer attack!

That probably meant that there was a limit to just how accommodating people would be with my powers, or there would be consequences at the very least. Asking a fugitive to have sex in a prison cell or on a bed of rusty nails likely wouldn’t be well received (well, maybe they wouldn’t mind the nails if they had invulnerability…). I wasn’t sure where the line could be drawn just yet and I hadn’t felt confident enough to journey into gang territory to test my luck.

On the bright side, I was getting paid now. By the U.S. government no less. The cheque that came in the mail listed me as an “Interpersonal Relations Specialist” with a weekly salary of $700. A bit low for a specialist, but I wasn’t about to complain.

The extra income was a godsend to my mom. Working in retail on the Boardwalk was about as safe a job you could find in the city these days, but ever since dad died, having to support my sister Megan and I left us living paycheck to paycheck.

That’s how she met her “boyfriend” Derek, an asshole of the first order. I don’t think I had the authority to evict him myself, but a flash of the licence, my dick and informing the three that I’d be needing to have sex with everyone living with me had him running for the hills. Fuck you, Derek.

I even managed to get mom a paid day’s leave for Christmas with a signed letter stating that she would be busy having sex with me all day. All the note had needed was a stamp from the license (the card could change into an inked rubber stamp when I wanted it to, as if my power wasn’t weird enough) and her boss had given her the holiday off with the same understanding of being called away for jury duty or a doctor’s note.

For presents, Mom had gotten into the festive spirit and bought a matching pair of lacy red and white lingerie for Megan and herself. Megan, shameless as ever, had splurged on a collection of sextoys and accessories, the centerpiece: an enormous flopping three-foot behemoth of synthetic purple man-meat and obviously sold as a joke gift (I think she cuddles with it at night when I’m not sleeping with her). Of course neither of them could top the full day of incestuous sex that my powers let them enjoy without guilt.

In short? Best Christmas ever!

But now the winter break was over. While my time with Amy and her adoptive family, the Protectorate heroines and the mothers, daughters, sisters and wives around my neighborhood was as much fun as ever, with the new semester came whole new avenues of sexy time.

Commandeering any class I wanted, fucking the teacher with everyone watching us, letting the guys out early so the girls could take part in a one man orgy, plowing Principal Blackwell on top of her desk as she moaned into the school intercom for everyone to hear, climbing to the top of the social ladder by banging queen bitch Emma Barnes and her two flunkies!

I never thought I’d say it, but I can’t wait for school to start!