Brandish Comes Home on a Sunday

Brandish slowed her flight as she crossed over Sarah's house.

The air turned abruptly warm as she passed into the field projected by the tinker-tech device set up on the sill of Victoria's window. For all intents and purposes, it felt like a hot sunny day, the dreary clouds no longer visible beyond the vale of bullshit science-magic. Some tinker from the Toybox had gifted it to her daughter after Glory Girl had saved him back in that mess in Kansas City.

Her thoughts were still on her encounter with Purity as she touched down in the shared backyard of their combined property. She landed next to the pool, vaguely aware of the presence of some of the kids on the deck chairs nearby. She wasn't sure what had been going on with the white supremacist Villain. Why hadn't Purity attacked? Why hadn't she saved her fellow Empire thugs? Brandish's attention had been fully on the unpowered assholes she'd been tying up for the police and the most powerful Blaster in Brockton Bay had had her dead to rights.

Carol shook it off. Who knew what a crazy racist Super Villain thought? In any event, she was lucky. She shouldn't have been indulging in a solo patrol like that in the first place.

“Hey mom.” called Victoria as she walked over and she frowned to see Saul sitting there between her daughter and step-daughter. Then she blinked and looked again as she realized Victoria was topless, wearing only a bikini bottom. Saul was wearing an obscene brightly colored speedo that was surely Victoria's doing, he looked vaguely uncomfortable under her gaze. Amy, at least was wearing all of a swimsuit but it was a bikini which was rather extraordinary for her. No doubt that was a combination of her sister and Saul's influence. Amy had been rather more relaxed a moment ago and Carol felt a little bad as she tensed up thanks to her step-mom's presence.

“Don't you have a home, young man? A family who loves and misses you?” she asked, trying to at least sound friendly but knowing she was failing.

He smiled, even as he continued to look awe-struck at seeing her in costume, “Uh..yea, totally! Just uh... mom and uh my sis are both working so... I thought I'd come hang- That's alright, right?”

Victoria spoke up first, “Of course it is! Right, mom?” She stared and nodded meaningfully.

“Yes. Its fine.” she replied as she caught herself staring and she **** herself to look away. It was hard not to think about the sex with the damned thing lying there like a fat snake ready to bite. The really good sex...

Damn it. Now she was thinking about the sex she'd been having with Victoria and she couldn't meet her eyes. “Whatever.” she muttered and started walking, not bothering to comment on the topless situation as her daughter would just use Saul's License as an excuse.

She only made it about six steps before she was brought up short by her sister walking out with a tray laden with three drinks. Sarah froze as well, her cheeks a bit red. That was because she was wearing nothing but a string bikini bottom and high heels. Carol just stared unblinkingly at her sister and not at the d-cups she'd had squeezed around her face the other night. Eyebrows kept raised she just kept walking, not saying a word.

As she slid open the door to her home, she heard Sarah saying in a high overly girly voice, “Here you are, madam. And you, sir. And m'lady.”

Okay, a bath could wait. She was talking to her sister about this one.

She closed the door and joined her sister as she went back into her own home.

Sarah threw on a shirt as she entered her kitchen, an oversized one that mostly covered her butt.

“Well, you appear to be enjoying yourself.” Carol commented as she followed her sister into the kitchen unable to keep herself from frowning

Sarah caught her tone as she puttered about the counter, apparently planning on baking something. Banana bread most likely. She looked back over her shoulder, “I'm making the best of the situation. There's no sense in angsting about it.”

Carol scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned back against the counter, “Really? You don't think you're going off the deep end? What's with this servant routine? You're making me honestly sick.”

“Sick? Really? Honestly sick? Okay." She made a face. "No, actually its just a little role-play- you know, the sexy kind? Saul's idea naturally though it was your daughter that picked out my little outfit here.”

Carol bit her lip, uncomfortably seeing the whole thing in a new light. Kind of hot. She couldn't stop herself from imagining herself in Sarah's position.

Her sister was entirely too perceptive and she smirked, “Still making you sick? I spent a good long time rubbing in sunscreen on the girls while Saul watched. Spent a fair amount of time taking turns kissing Amy with Victoria. Apparently, Vicky's a way better kisser going by Amy's preference. Go figure. And- Oh! I think you should have breast fed Victoria longer- my poor breasts!”

Carol squirmed at the images those words conjured in her mind, rubbing her thighs together slightly, “My. You're taking to **** like a fish to water, aren't you?”

Sarah's face grew more serious as she gently said, “Stop.” After a moment, she started to smile again, “I didn't see you complaining when we were doing our little dance in the air. There seemed to be a lot of begging for more that night.” Once again her serious face came back on, “Look, none of us asked for this but it is the hand we've been dealt. We've talked about this. Given our precarious position as an independent cape team we absolutely can not afford to mess around here. Saul has the license. In the end, he's doing what he's supposed to. He's not a bad kid at all. In someone else's hands that license could tear this family and this team apart.”

“There's already plenty of tension running under the surface with the guys. You need to be fully on board with this, Carol.”

She looked away for a long moment, holding on to her annoyance for a bit longer before resignedly giving in to her sister's logic like she always did eventually. She let her scowl slip, “Well, at least he's a good lay.” she admitted grudgingly.

Sarah giggled and nodded, “Now that he is! God, that penis!”

The conversation moved on to Cape business from there, the world didn't actually revolve around one horny teenaged boy with a big dick after all.

Twenty minutes later Carol made it over to her own house. The kids had vacated the pool and it didn't take her long to find them. She followed the sounds to Victoria's room.

The door was open wide and they were doing it right there at the edge of Victoria’s bed. Saul was squatting over her, she was bent in half beneath him, their messy joining completely exposed to Carol’s gaze. Her daughter’s pale white buttocks framed tightly by his muscular legs, his oversized nuts swinging up and down wildly with his long thrusts into her sopping badly spread entrance.

God, he was just destroying that poor pussy.

Carol felt a sympathetic response from her own loins and her body heated up considerably as it remembered her own turn with the boy’s big huge dick the other day. She bit her lip, scowling and shifting uncomfortably. It still pissed her off even if she was getting used to it. She'd eaten her own daughter’s cunt and enjoyed it, had Victoria’s super strong fingers finger fuck her to squealing orgasms, been spanked bare-assed by her sister in front of the whole family while she messily squirted all over Amy’s hand. All at Saul’s direction. It was hot. So hot and wrong. It made her feel so dirty and conflicted.

You couldn’t say no, New Wave’s reputation was on the line. Sarah was right. She always was. Of course, it wasn’t like she really wanted to say no to any of the boy’s many and varied erotic requests. God, he made her think of Marquis. Probably why he irritated her so…. She bet Marquis had a big fucking-

Nostrils flaring she cut off any further speculation on the Villain’s package. Even if the bastard might as well of put it in her, she was still saddled with his kid after all. Would have been better for all had Amy grown up inside her like Victoria. Maybe she wouldn’t feel so much like some changeling….

Speaking of. She saw a bare foot past the door frame and moved slightly to see Amy. She was completely nude, sitting on Victoria’s desk chair as she masturbated with her legs spread wide- staring intently at the pair on the bed.