The Girl From 4G, Not a Serial Murderer

You're not entirely certain you like the look Fay is sporting as she plops her cereal bowl in the sink. Scratch that, you're entirely certain you don't like it, you just aren't sure exactly how nervous you should be. Judging by the way she can't seem to stop wriggling with poorly contained mischief, it's quite a lot. She reminds you of a cute kitten who's spit up somewhere in the house and simply can't wait to see you step in it. She apparently notices your suspicious look, however, because she whirls around to fold her arms primly behind her back and flutter her eyelashes at you innocently. "So! Who's the girl from 4G?"

Fay absolutely notices the way you flush in spite of yourself, her glee all but fizzling out of her ears as you clear your throat in embarrassed annoyance. "No one. I mean, I don't even know her; that was literally the most we've ever spoken, because before that we've never spoken. We just live in the same building."

"Is she cute~?"

"I mean, uh, yes. I guess."

Fay folds her elbow into a hand as she raises a inquisitive finger to her chin, adopting the look of some sort of Victorian sleuth as she begins circling you. "Oh, you guess? Do you guess that she is actually really cute?"

You raise your chin, the defiant mastermind foiling the intrepid truth-seeker's inquiry. "No."

The Great Inspector Fay raises her eyebrows. "Oh?" You give a resolute nod, and Fay's look of performative surprise melts into one of cunning insight. "Is that because she's, in fact, really sexy?"

That catches you off guard, your air of smug victory thrown off by the relentless logic of the gorgeous investigator. "I, um-"

Fay seizes upon your moment's slip up, poking you in the chest as her face lights up in triumph. "Ah-ha! It is as they say: a guilty mind betrays itself. Or is it a guilty dick?" She gives your groin a little pat, beaming with self-satisfaction as she takes hold of your hand and folds your arm over her shoulder, snuggling back against your chest. "Is she sexier than me?"

"No."

The girl gives you a probing look, but must not have found the shadow of deception in your features because she reaches up to gently wrap her free hand around the back of your head as she lifts up on her tiptoes to give you a pleased kiss. It doesn't hurt that you absolutely meant it; the girl from 4G is unbelievably hot, no question about it, but you're growing increasingly certain that if there is a single girl for you in this world, it's Fay. Which might be a problem going forward, seeing as she's a magical being who wasn't even supposed to stick around and may very well turn back into a rock some day.

It's hard to be all that concerned about the future while her sweet lips are pressed to yours, though. More immediate concerns interrupt your intimate moment, however. Namely, the knock at your apartment door. Fay breaks the kiss with a noise of delight, whirling around to physically push you towards the door. "Well go on! Don't be rude!"

You grumble at Fay, who primly sets herself down on the couch as you contemplate your door, and who lies behind it. This is no big deal, right? She's just going to say 'Thank You', and then that's it and you'll all just get on with your lives. It won't last long enough for you to need to worry about, like, if your breath stinks or something. Oh God, does your breath stink?! You desperately start patting down your pockets in the vain hope that emergency gum will somehow heed your moment of need and appear, only able to break yourself out of your panicked delirium spiral through sheer **** of will. Stop being a fucking baby. Open the goddamn door.

With that, you suck in a steeling breath, and pop open the door. And there she is, in all her glory: the girl from 4G. Fuck, do not look down at her tits.

She's in her usual combination of snug hoodie and sports bra, and from the vantage point of your new height you have no doubt that a slight downturn of your gaze would lay bare a vision of endless tanned cleavage. You've never been this close to her before, and you're realizing that she is absolutely taller than you used to be; judging by the way her eyes begin at your chest and the look of mild surprise in her hazel eyes when she has to turn her head up to see your face, she's not used to having to look up at many men. Her stunningly white smile quavers for just a moment when she does get her first real look at you, whatever her planned greeting was abandoned as she quickly clears her throat and runs a hand through her short white-blonde hair. You're pretty certain you even saw her nostrils flare.

The moment passes almost immediately, her confident smile returning in full **** as she gives you a cheeky little wave. "Hi, 10G."

You give her a wave back. "Hi, 4G."

The girl folds her arms under her chest, large breasts bubbling unbearably out of her half unzipped hoodie as she leans against your door frame. Do. Not. Look. Down. At those. Tits. "Thanks for letting me in."

"Hey, I didn't ask to be a hero, but here we are."

She laughs at that, and you're pretty sure if the old you had heard the girl from 4G laugh, and known it was him that caused it, he would have immediately ejaculated his very soul out all over everything. "You should let me thank you! You should let me buy you lunch."

Whatever your response to that would have been, no one will ever know, because at that moment Fay decides to lean out from behind you and give the girl from 4G a cheery wave. "Hi~!"

4G immediately flushes red, eyes widening as she stumbles to recover. "Buy you lunch. Like, the plural 'you'. You guys. We should all, collectively, get lunch." She gives herself an almost imperceptible calming shake before settling down into a more relaxed but still somewhat sheepish posture. "Sorry. Hey, I'm Em. And I'm serious, let me buy lunch for you and your..."

She trails off expectantly, and to your surprise Fay gives you a playful little punch on the shoulder. "Brother!"

4G, or Em, rather, raises her eyebrows at that. "Oh! Your brother?"

Jesus, what sort of game is Fay running here. Just out and out contradicting her seems like a bad idea, but you've got to walk it back at least a little. "Stepbrother."

Em smiles again at that, folding her arms under her chest again. Fuck, she is definitely doing that on purpose. "Well, does 'Stepbrother' have a name?"

Fay decides to answer for you, dropping her voice down into a masculine growl as she offers your name. "It's 'Alexander'."

Em quirks at eyebrow at you, clearly amused. "Specifically Alexander? Not 'Alex'?" The truth of the matter is that no one has ever been casual enough with you to give you a nickname, even one as bland as simply shortening Alexander to Alex. No reason she needs to know that, though. You give Em a nod, her smile curling up at the ends as if she's savoring the idea. "Well then, Specifically Alexander. How about it? Do you guys want to meet me out front in like an hour?" You nod again, because it seems like the safest option, and Fay throws out a big thumbs up, prompting Em to turn around and give you a farewell wave over her shoulder "Killer. Thanks again, 4G!"

You allow yourself a moment to watch Em's rounded butt swaying down the hall before closing the door and shooting Fay a look. "'Brother'? Really?"

Fay gives you her most innocuous look. "Oh, don't be like that. What should I have said? That I'm your girlfriend?"

You frown slightly, cheeks flushing a little. "I mean, yeah."

The girl did not seem to expect that response. "Hey, don't make fun of me."

"I'm not!"

Fay glares at you for a moment. "You're being serious?" She continues glaring through your insistent nod, though her eyes are rapidly softening. "If you're making fun of me, that's really not cool."

"I swear I am not making fun of you."

The glare lasts for a moment longer before Fay sighs, stepping forward to carefully fold herself to your chest. "You don't know what you're asking for, babe. Like, you've got absolutely no idea. But you are very cute. And I do like you." You feel her smile against you as you wrap your arms around her, the girl curling her fingers into your back as you feel her thigh shift between your legs to rub against your bulge. "Well I guess I'll have to be your sister and your girlfriend, then."

You do your best to keep your tone serious, but between your immediate red-hot blush and the way she's massaging your cock, it's pretty fucking tough. "Jesus, Fay."

Fay lets out a ringing laugh as she pulls back, her undisguised eyes releasing merry peals of light as she gives you a look of unreserved, naughty delight. "Oh my god, you are so fucking hard right now. Are you into this?"

Time to start lying. "No."

"Yes you are. You're so into this."

"Fay..."

The girl takes you by the hand as she starts leading you towards the couch, adopting a scholarly tone even as she puts some extra sashay into her hips. "It's pretty much tradition, you know! A lot of the other guys chosen by the Power went straight for their sisters and slash or mothers."

You try to keep your tone reproachful as Fay pushes you down onto the sofa. "I am not going to go after any relatives, Fay."

"Oh, okay!" Fay straightens up, folding her arms behind her head as she adopts a coquettish pose. "Good thing Fay is here to be your fake sister then, isn't it?" When you don't seem to have a response to that, Fay shifts into a innocent posture, her beautiful face a picture of filial adoration. "Oh, Big Brother! All the other girls said they've already frenched; can you help me practice so they don't think I'm lame?"

"Good God, Fay--"

She cuts you off by straddling your lap, your nose filled with the scent of her hair as she nervously fiddles with your shirt buttons. "Um, Big Brother, the other girls asked me if I knew what 'doggy style' was an' I told them I did, now they all want me to explain it to them at school Monday! Can you help me, pleeeease~?"

Fuck it.

A moment later you've got Fay thrown over the back of the couch as you rail away at her pert backside, the girl gasping and giggling in a fit of girlish ecstasy that's equal parts roleplay and genuine delight. This is already so weird. And it seems like if Fay has anything to say about it, it's only going to get weirder from here on out.