Sarah (instantaneously) arrives at the meeting spot

Sarah's snap rearranges space and time, arriving at the exact time and place where she is going to meet her supposed "perfect partner". She looks around and sees New York. The same one she grew up in, which is very different from the New York she visited a few weeks ago. That one was, uh... let's not talk about it. She's standing in front of a fancy italian restaurant.

The city is bustling with people who are mostly going about their day in a very busy friday afternoon. Sarah, who had just been hanging around in deep space, is very bothered by the sudden change in illuminance: from total darkness to the bright lights of the city coupled with the white-gray overcast sky. Before Sarah can even complain about this fact, she notices she's now wearing a pair of luxury sunglasses. Neat.

Sarah is currently standing on the middle of the sidewalk, naked. She unconsciously protected herself by making it so no one would notice her state of undress. After a few moments, Sarah notices her absence of clothes. She manifests a tight, strapless black dress that clings perfectly to her curves, and some high heels (that don't feel like high heels, and actually feel pretty nice to walk in). Sarah finds her own reflection in the backseat window of a nearby taxi. Good enough, she thinks. For a final touch, Sarah licks her lips, perfectly applying black lipstick.

Sarah walks into the restaurant and it's packed. The host, a tall, serious looking man in a well-fitting suit greets her and asks if she has a reservation. Sarah looks around and doesn't see anyone that looks like her brother.

"No, I don't... but I'll need a table for two."

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but we have no tables avaliable at this moment. I can put you on the waitlist if you wish, but I'm afraid it's gonna take some time..." The man looks at the tablet on his stand. "Around forty minutes, I suspect."

Sarah lifts an eyebrow in fake annoyance. "Actually, I'm pretty sure you have a table for me."

The man checks his tablet again and notices a free table for two people by the front window - the best spot in the house. "Oh, pardon me, ma'am. Let me take you there."

Matthew, with his headphones on, hums the lyrics of the song he's listening on the highest volume setting. That's how he likes it. Loud enough to make him partially deaf in a few years, but more importantly, loud enough to drown out the hellish sounds of the horns and engines of the busy city.

Watching the bells, watching the lights...

What I want is far away

Talk to the moon, flatten her down...

His stomach growls as he walks home from his classes. To make it worse, his nose catches the smallest hint of some goddamn good food, the kind that they only serve in restaurants he can't afford to dine in. He looks towards the restaurant - a fancy, italian restaurant that somehow he had never noticed. Huh.

Suddenly, Matt hears the loud horn from a truck passing by. His song had been paused. He takes his phone out of his pocket and notices a new email, from the same weird scammers that were emailing him last week.

From ParallelLovers@%^*&)%)).net

"Dear customer,

Your dream partner is awaiting you inside the restaurant.

We hope you have a great time.

Perfect Parallels Inc."

Matt looks around frantically. Is someone watching me? How did they know I was here?

There's no way this is real, right?

Matt gets real nervous. If this is a scam, it's probably a pretty dangerous situation. But the restaurant is pretty packed. They won't hurt me here. But they'll **** me.

But if it is actually real...

Matt then decides to do what he always does when he's nervous. He'll go with the flow. Simple as that. He calms himself down and enters the restaurant.

The tall host looks at him, noticing his clothes. He doesn't look bad, but he's not really looking sharp, either.

"Good afternoon, sir. Are you Matthew?"

"Uh, I... yes, how do you know?"

"The lady by the window is waiting for you. Let me take you there."

Just go with the flow. Just go with the flow.

Matt follows him to the table. As the man leaves, Matt sees his sister and starts to feel an incoming heart attack.

She always looks beautiful, but looking at the woman in front of him... she looks impossibly perfect. She's looking out through the front window, seemingly lost in thought. She's wearing a strapless black dress that looks like it was sculpted to fit her perfectly. Her long red hair cascades down her back, contrasting with her dark dress. She's also showing some - a lot - of cleavage, and Matt can't help but stare.

She's his sister. She looks exactly like her. But there's no way his sister would be here, at this time, at this place, and looking like this.

Matt slowly approaches the table and sits down hesitantly. She notices his presence and turns to him, smiling.

"Finally, took you long enough." Sarah's smile nearly stuns Matthew. He stammers his next words.

"Uh, sis? Uh..." Matt realizes he has absolutely no idea what to say in this situation.

"It's all real, bro." Sarah lifts an eyebrow at her own use of the word 'bro'. "I mean, I'm not technically your sister, but you get what I mean. Doesn't matter."

Matthew stares blankly at her.

"Look, let me prove it to you. This place, full of rich people, is probably a bit... intimidating to you. Let me fix that." Sarah snaps her fingers, and the restaurant is suddenly a lot quieter. The lights are dimmer, yet more pleasant. The people - aside from the staff - are gone. A curtain covers the front window.

Sarah sighs as she notices Matthew nearly go catatonic. "I imagine this situation is, uh, overwhelming. Okay, calm down."

Matthew calms down. He feels his brain physically relax, if that's even possible.

"Uh, hey sis - Sarah. Sorry about that."

"It's fine. You handled it better than most. And call me sis. Or whatever you want to call me."

Matt flushes as he notices the undertones behind that last sentence.

"I'm pretty hungry. Can we order first? Then we'll talk and... get to know each other." Matt feels weird as he says that last part out loud. He knows his sister. Just not this one.

"Sure thing." Sarah slides the menu over to him.

Matt picks up the menu and starts skimming through it. "Have you already decided what you want?"

"Nope. I'll just get the same as you."

"Oh, okay. I think I'll have the cacio e pepe."

Noticing their intent to order, a waitress heads to their table. The young woman looks pretty, sharply dressed and with suntanned skin. Sarah looks at her with interest as Matt voices his order.

"I'll have the cacio e pepe too, and can you also bring him the number three from the secret menu?" Sarah adds.

The waitress smiles and nods before heading to the kitchen.

"What italian restaurant has a secret menu?" Matt asks, intrigued.

"Don't worry about it. You'll like it. Now, ask away. I'm sure you have many questions."

"Okay... uh, are you really omnipotent?"

"Yes. In every way you can imagine." Sarah grins.

After a brief pause, Matt speaks again. "Are you reading my mind?"

"Nope. I choose not to. Do you want me to?"

"No, not really. How long have you been like this? Omnipotent, I mean."

"Since I was fourteen. It just happened one day. Poof, powers. Unsatisfying, I know. But that's how it was. The universe picked me at random."

"That's... crazy. Is there an afterlife?"

"Nope."

"Not even -"

"Nope, nothing at all."

"Damn." Matthew turns to look out through the window, but the view is blocked by the curtains. He turns back to Sarah. "So, I'm your 'dream partner', huh?" Matthew makes air quotes with his fingers.

"Yeah, that's you." Sarah smiles at him. Matt notices how her smile feels different than his actual sister's smile. It feels warmer. "And if I'm your, ahem, 'dream partner' , it means you specifically asked for a version of your sister who's omnipotent and willing to be your bitch. That's me." She grins.

Matt blushes at her forwardness. Matthew starts getting all sorts of ideas, and his cock starts throbbing in his pants. "Yeah, that's pretty much exactly what I asked for. How much are you willing to do, exactly?"

"Anything you ask, bro." Sarah says the last word with a lust that feels tangible to Matt. Sarah stares at him straight in the eye as she speaks. His jeans tighten more than he thought was possible.

At this moment, the waitress arrives, bringing both plates and carefully setting them down on the table. As she does so, Matt continues talking, trying to contain his horniness, constantly reminding himself that he's in a public space.

"Why me? You literally could choose... anyone. You could create a perfect, truly perfect partner with your powers." Matthew asks her. The waitress places his cutlery next to his plate. "Thank you.", he tells her, and for a brief moment, he notices how pretty she is, then turns back to his unbelievably gorgeous sister.

"Well, I did do that once. I created someone who I thought would be my perfect partner, my companion for all eternity." She turns to the waitress and points down. "Don't forget about the special, pretty girl." As the waitress nods and gets on her knees, Sarah looks at Matt. "It was fun, for a while. But it was always more fun to be with you." She blushes.

Matt blushes.

"I've always had a big - no, a massive crush on you." Matt admits, then notices the waitress crawling under the table. "What's she doing?"

"Yeah, uh... that seems to be a constant across all realities." Sarah takes her fork to her mouth, trying out the cacio e pepe. "This is fucking great. Oh, her? She's gonna suck you off."

Matth lowers his fork. "She's gonna what?"

"Look, I can tell how bad you wanna fuck me and shove your dick in my mouth. You can do that anytime you want, just to be clear. But I can also tell you're still a bit shocked, so she'll relieve you for now."

"Wh- are you sure this is okay? Does she want to do this?" Matt looks down and sees the young woman, who looks to be about 19 or 20 years old, smiling at him as she undoes the button of his pants.

"Don't worry about it, love." Sarah smiles at him.

Matt feels the woman below him struggling to free his cock, and decides to help her out. His cock springs out from his pants, hitting the woman in the face. She giggles as she drools on it and takes his rigid member in her mouth. Matt arches back on the chair as he feels the pleasure of her warm, wet mouth.

"You look beautiful like this, love." Sarah adds between bites.

Matt's cheeks burn. His own sister calling him 'love' is something he never thought he'd hear. His heart pounds unbelievably fast. He puts a hand on the woman's head and pushes her down further on his cock. "Sis." He grunts. "Show me your tits."

Sarah smiles excitedly. "There we go!" Sarah brings both her hands to her chest and pulls her dress down, revealing her large, firm breasts. They look impossibly soft and firm at the same time. "Like'em, bro?"

It's all too much for Matt. It's too much.

He arches back even more, eyes glued to the ceiling as he unloads inside of the woman's throat, shoving her down to the base of his cock as he grunts loudly.

After a long and exceedingly powerful orgasm, he slowly lets go of the woman's head and relaxes his muscles. She doesn't seem to mind the rough treatment. She coughs and some tears roll down her face, but she smiles as she gets out from under the table, leaving silently.

Matt finally looks down back to Sarah. She still has her breasts out. She eyes him lovingly before taking a bite of her food.

"You're fucking perfect."

"I know." She grins.