Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark

"No! You won't stop me!"

"Finish it! I'll hold him," Vera said, taking hold of the robot's left arm.

"Crack damn you!" Aron growled before striking the spot for a third time. His fist rapidly hammered on the spot once an imperfection was formed. Spinning around on his knees, his hands grabbed hold of the lip of the metal due to the hole he had finally made. Planting his feet, his veins bulging as the metal groaned in the fight of wills. The metal pinged and rang as it skidded across the street. Narrowing his eyes at the teenager he saw in the pilot's seat. He couldn't be older than he was. Still, that didn't mean Aron was going to be merciful with the boy. Listening to the boy's grunts and rasps as his hand tightened around his scrawny neck as Aron lifted him out of the seat.

"You can't do this... you're a hero," the boy rasped beating his hands against Aron's arms.

"Whoever said I was a hero?" Aron asked darkly, as he started to slowly squeeze. Tossing the boy aside as his mother placed her hand on his shin. "I need a pick up."

"Roger. Ten seconds."

"You don't..." Vera's voice stilled as she watched her son leaping into the air. Noting how his left hand took hold of the handle bar before the jet bike took off. Sighing to herself as she watched the contrails fading in his wake. "Firelight see to Mariner while I check on Ice," Vera said, looking up at her daughter. Wondering how her son's lips felt against her daughter's. "Lay still Troy," Vera whispered as her son as he came to.
"Dang bro, you took one massive blast," Lyle teased his little brother. "You sure you're a superhero? I mean even Aron had to save your butt."

"W-w-what?" Troy stammered as his head pounded like a jackhammer. Sure that he heard his older brother wrong.

"Oh yeah, came in here, got electrocuted, still got up and demolished that thing," Lyle said, looking over at the ruined robot as the cops led the kid away.

"How is he?" Vera asked worryingly, as Isabel slowly floated down to the street supporting her father.

"Arm is broken so are a few ribs," Noah grunted in pain.

"Then let's get the two of you to the hospital."

"Shall I register your biometrics?"

"I don't know, this was only like a one time deal," Aron said, tiredly.

"Why?"

"I'm not a hero," Aron repeated as he neared the entrance to the hidden tunnel.

"So? Void wasn't a hero either, yet he still protected the people and ended many villain's lives."

"Wait... do what?" Aron said, confused.

"Shall I show you?"

"Yes, but not when I'm flying."

"Understood, loading video and waiting on your command."

"What do I call you anyway?" Aron asked, as the lights of the bike illuminated walls of the tunnel.

"My creator called me V.E.I.L (Virtual Empathetic Intelligent Lifeform). Would you like to change it?"

"No, I kind of like it," Aron admitted.

"So do I."

"Did he give you that personality too?"

"Yes."

"Would you mind if I took a look at your hardware?" Aron asked, as he got off the jet bike once he had returned to his families base.

"I have no qualms about that."

"You got to be the most agreeable AI I have ever encountered," Aron joked as he walked through his family's base.

"Have you encountered many like me?"

"Unfortunately," Aron admitted. Staring up at the plaque that had 'Lab' written on it. Scowling when he couldn't access it.

"One moment." Arching an eyebrow as a list of numbers ran down the built-in screen. Punching in the numbers that appeared on the screen. Aron looked around the lab and the dust coating the surfaces due to lack of use for years. While the equipment was old, even he had to admit whoever invented them was a genius as he powered up the instruments he needed.

"Veil, this circuitry is amazing," Aron said in awe, as he studied the electronics of the coat beneath a magnifying glass.

"Thank you."

"Although... I think you've been sitting for too long," Aron stated as he sat in his underwear with only the mask on.

"Why do you say that?"

"You have a few pathways that're burnt out."

"Can you...?"

"I think so, but I'm going to need my tools," Aron said, looking up at the ceiling of the lab. "Tell me Veil, what was he like?" he asked, as he walked through the command center towards the elevator. "Well, I have to agree with his assessment. One less villain in the world makes life easier."

"Void would agree with you."

"So he was an anti-hero?" Aron asked, as the cab shot upwards.

"That's a good assessment. Just like you with that boy today. I noted how your hand muscles were a fraction of a second away in snapping his neck." Aron said nothing to that, how could he it was the truth after all. "What's that?"

"Veil meet Bob, Bob meet Veil," Aron introduced the two AI systems. "Bob isn't ready yet, but he's getting there," he said, lightly patting his creation on its small head.

"Interesting." Grabbing his tools and Bob since he had a genuine lab at his command.

Few hours later...

Isabel screamed in fright as a flying spider-like thing floated before her once the jet car they used for the members of their family that couldn't fly powered down. Watching it zip away to where she didn't know.

"Lyle help your father to his room," Vera said taking charge, as Troy and Noah were moving slowly due to their injures. "Troy you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, it's just a concussion. My ice armor took most of the impact," Troy said, wincing at the pounding of his head.

"Still why don't you go lay down too," Vera said, in a motherly voice. Knowing she was going to have to sweet talk Aron into filling in for his father until Noah got back on his feet. Tilting her head, holding up her hand as she heard the sound of Aron's voice in the command center. "Aron? What are you doing in here?" Vera asked, standing in the doorway of the lab her father had sealed off. She tried not to laugh at how odd he looked only wearing Void's mask and trying not to allow her eyes to move down her son's near naked state.

"Working," Aron said, in a matter-of-fact tone. He had repaired the pathways in the coat, he was currently studying the circuitry of the gloves.

"But how did you get in here? The lab was sealed for a reason."

"Veil opened it," Aron stated tapping the mask at his mother's confused look.

"Can we talk?" Vera asked, stepping up to the table hearing Lyle and Isabel walking in behind her.

"Don't touch anything," Aron warned as Lyle's hand reached out to tinker with the equipment that he had no idea yet of what it was for. "What is it?" he asked, returning back to his task.

"We need you to fill in for your father until he's recovered," Vera said truthfully, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Don't we have other family members that like playing hero for that? Veil run a diagnostic on the gloves," Aron spoke as he supplied power to them.

"Can you take the mask off and look at me?" Scowling when Aron sighed, watching as the fabric moved along his skin, ruffling his hair before leaving his body altogether. "Aron I understand why you don't want to wear the costume," placing her hand on his right shoulder, "yet we need you. Until your brother's concussion has passed and your father's arm and ribs have healed. We'll be at a disadvantage. Do you really want us to go out there and never come back?" Vera asked, laying on the guilt trip. She knew it was an underhanded move, yet she wanted to show her son that people were worth saving. "Please honey, just for the month then you can go back to never wearing it again."

"One condition."

"Which is?" Vera uttered arching an eyebrow.

"I get to use this place unhindered," Aron said, peering at his mother.

"I have a counter offer," Vera said, keeping her lustful smile from showing. "You can tinker away in here all you want, only if you train with us. Our team work is only as good as our cooperation with each other."

"Fine, fine. Now can I get back to work?"

"Be ready we start your training early," Vera said, placing a kiss top of his head.

"So Aron..." Her fingertips skimmed along the tables surface, "how are you feeling after I gave you mouth to mouth," Isabel whispered heatedly in his ear.

"Fine, why?" Aron asked, wondering why she had added the tongue.

"It's just I thought that with your brush with death you might need some... companionship," Isabel whispered lustfully. "You can tell me Aron," her left hand danced down his naked chest. "It's what big sisters are for," she uttered brushing her nose along his cheek. "That and fucking me with that cock of yours," Isabel quickly added to herself. Her green eyes glinted as her fingertips teased the waistband of his boxers. Wondering if she could get a peek at what her brother was packing.

"Umm... yeah," Aron mumbled removing Isabel's hand from his chest.

"Well," stretching her arms up above her head causing her breasts to rise a few inches from her brother's face, "you know where to find me if you need to talk. I'm go take a long soak, I feel all dirty," Isabel said, her fingers running along Aron's shoulders as she walked behind him. Hoping his mind would ponder on the innuendo.

"Aron! Dinner!" Vera's voice came over the intercom as Aron had tinkered away for hours in that lab. "Come up before it gets cold."

"Go. Like my circuits your body needs fuel."

"If I didn't know any better Veil it sounds like you care," Aron joked as he pulled off the mask.

"Of course, I do. You are my creator." Her words went unheard as Aron walked out the door.

"You made the news Aron," Troy said, as his brother walked into the kitchen.

"They've been playing it for hours now," Isabel spoke flashing her brother a salacious smile.

"See," Vera said, pointing to the small TV that sat on the counter as they all sat around the table. "Not bad for your first showing," she cooed with a smirk.

"Don't get used to it," Aron muttered as he read the news reel. Glancing over at his father as he winced as he shifted in his seat.

"You okay dear?" Vera asked, placing her hand on his uninjured arm.

"I'm getting too old for broken ribs," Noah groaned. So glad they gave him pain killers.

"Few weeks you'll be as good as new," Troy said, lightly patting his father's shoulder as he walked towards his chair once he had gotten himself something to drink.

"Honey could you add a little ice to this?" Vera asked, holding up her glass. "Thanks baby," she purred her fingers lightly danced down the back of Troy's hand.

"Tell me Aron, what was that thing I saw when we got back?" Isabel inquired; her sultry eyes smirked at him as her foot ran up the inside of Aron's right leg.

"A slave drone," Aron said matter-of-factly, reaching under the table batting her foot away. Only to have it return to its softly rubbing his calf.

"What for?" Lyle asked, wondering if he could borrow it to freak their sister out due to her great dislike of spiders.

"Classified."

"Honey, you can tell us, it isn't like we're going to tell someone," Vera stated taking a bite of her food.

"It's designation is for surveillance," Aron replied, "that's all I'm going to say about it."

"Why?" Lyle queried taking a sip of his drink. Morphing his tongue curling it around an ice cube smirking at his mother and sister at what he could do with it within their hot little mounds.

"Can't say," Aron muttered as he dug into his food.

"I hope it's not for something nefarious like spying on me and Isabel in the shower," Vera teased enjoying how red her son's face was getting. Their conversation stopped as a breaking news report came on.

"A little over an hour ago an armed group stormed the First Coast bank just before quitting time. We are uncertain of the number of hostages that are still within the building. As you can see Metaville PD has cordoned off the surrounding block..." All turned as Aron's phone went off.

"Hello?" Aron answered getting up from his seat.

"It's time to test out that drone of yours Aron," his handler spoke.

"But it isn't ready for field testing yet?!" Aron said, walking into his family's living room.

"Well, think of this as its beta test, and do wear that costume. I'll send coordinates on where we can meet." Sighing loudly he didn't want to know how she knew it was him in Void's costume.

"Aron?! Where are you going?" Vera asked, worryingly as the door to their hidden elevator opened.

"Work." Was the only word he said as the doors rolled closed.

"My analyses says you haven't eaten enough."

"Yeah, blame my boss," Aron grumbled as he slipped the mask on as he walked towards the jet bike. "Veil tie in with Bob's interface and my phone," he commanded as the jet engine started.

"Done."

"Good," Aron muttered as he checked one last time to ensure Bob's feet were secured to the lining of his coat.

"Aron..." Vera's voice stilled as she watched her son zip off to who knows where. Turning her head as the rest of her family filed out of the elevator.

"Where's Aron?" Noah asked, looking around for his son.

"Rushed off somewhere," Vera said, worry was etched on her face. Wondering if she should suit up and follow after her son.

"Then let's see where he went," Noah said, in a fatherly voice as he walked over to the computer station that ran the majority of the systems within their base.

"Let's suit up you three," Vera said, looking at her two uninjured children.

"He's within the city." Noah's voice came over the intercom. "Troy's sending the homing beacon to the jet car as we speak."

"Thanks honey," Vera said with a smile, as she climbed in behind the wheel.

"Bring our son home safely," Noah said, over the speakers as Vera shot out of the tunnel as top speed.

"Glad you could make it," her light brown hair undulated in the wind as she turned to peer at Aron as his jet bike set down on the roof of the building across from the bank where the robbers held their captives hostage, "did you bring it?" she asked, her equally brown eyes slyly ran down Aron's body.

"Yes, but I told you Bob isn't ready for field testing yet so don't blame me if he doesn't live up to your specs," Aron grumbled as he approached his handler noting the two others watching the action below them.

"We'll see," she said, turning back to the bank. "We can't tap into the security system of the bank to see where they have the hostages. So the swat team and the heroes," pointing down at them, "can't raid the bank to apprehend them without putting their lives at risk."

"And how is this an NSA issue?" Aron asked, looking at her knowing she couldn't see the look he was shooting her.

"For a son of heroes you aren't all that..."

"Never said I was, nor does my file state that," Aron said, cutting off the man at the far end.

"We have intel that those people have ties to a group we've been hunting down, hence why I was busy," his handler said, gesturing towards the bank. "We would like to be able to take them unharmed. Hence why I asked for you since you've undergone our training. I want you to be the one who takes them alive. I know you'll be able to do it. I have faith in you."

"You better be treating me to dinner since you've ruined mine. What's your com frequency?' Tying in Veil once she told him the frequency and patching Bob's video stream to his handler's phone.

"I don't have to tell you to be careful, do I?" she asked, with a smirk.

"No," Aron stated before leaping the gap between the two buildings.

"What is he doing?" Vera muttered as she watched her son ripping off the metal plate before sliding it across the roof of the bank.

"And who are those people?" Isabel asked, standing beside her mother, the jet car hovered behind them while they spied on their brother from a taller adjacent building.

"Looks like government types," Lyle muttered.

Vera chewed on her thumb nail as Aron took something out of his coat and placing it in the junction box. Pondering just what her son had gotten involved with.

"Lyle go be our ears," Vera commanded.

"Sure thing Mom," Lyle said, before morphing into a fly.

Placing her finger to her ear as her eyes glanced to her right wondering if Aron was talking to them. Wondering why he would be even working with these people. If he was what did they have on her son to get him to work with them?

"Found them." Vera's eyes widened at the sound of her son's voice.

"Yes, I see. I wasn't suspecting they would split them up. This will be tricky." Vera arched an eyebrow at the sound of the woman's voice. Wondering what she was to her son. Wondering why she felt a small tinge of jealousy.

"Bob can close the vault doors and turn on the air so the people won't suffocate and have the drones spray the micro filament to keep them out of the office the others had been placed in."

"Okay, how long will it take to get that setup?"

"A few minutes."

"Alright, start your plan and I'll have the negotiator stall them until you're ready to ingress."

"What?! No, no, Aron you can't," Vera said worriedly, looking to Isabel as she took hold of her elbow. They didn't know the limits of what his body could take. She had already thought she lost him today when he was electrocuted. Vera didn't know how much more her heart could take.

"Vault door closed. Microfiber spread."

"Then you're a go. Remember we need the leader alive."

"Roger." Vera and Isabel heard the crashing of glass over Lyle's commlink as Aron jumped through the sky light of the bank. Holding Isabel's hand as machine gun fire rang out.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Saving the innocent. It's what heroes do."

"What's the matter Aron?"

"Nothing, just some idiot who thought to play hero."

"Hey now, that's not nice," Lyle spoke obviously hurt.

"Then don't tag along next time." Looking down to the street as a body was tossed through the front window of the bank.

"I'm here to help Void, that is your name, right?" Vera couldn't help but chuckle at Aron as she heard him groan.

"Then escort the people in the vault to safety while I deal with the rest."

"On it."

Vera watched as Aron's body darted through the sky light with something on his shoulder. Dumping it on the roof as he walked back to the junction box. Looking down as Lyle led the last person out of the bank. Listening to the roar of the crowd; not one person, other than a few bruises and simple cuts, was fatally harmed. Wondering if they knew another hero was there who would never seek the spotlight as her eyes fell on her son. "Lyle when you're done soaking up the fame, meet us in the air," Vera said, over their commlink noting Aron plucking his squirming package off the roof.

"Here he is," Aron said, dropping the man onto the roof without a care of his comfort. "Figured if you needed the others, county lockup shouldn't be too hard for you to find."

"Thank you, for your assistance in this matter Aron," his handler said, smiling warmly at him.

"You still owe me that dinner," Aron said, having Veil cut off their link to his coms as he climbed onto his jet bike.

"Rain check?"

"I won't hold my breath," Aron muttered as he started the engine. Leaving her there, her hair whipping in the wake of his exhaust as he soared into the sky.

"There's a fire on 4th street in a high rise, do you wish to respond?"

"Are you monitoring the police scanners?" Aron asked, as he was halfway across the city.

"Affirmative."

"Nah, there's heroes for that," Aron said, thinking it wasn't his problem.

"There aren't any in the area, and the fire department can't reach the top floors. Are you sure you want to ignore the call?" Aron looked up to the sky shaking his fist at the heavens. It seemed to him the fates were determined to make him a hero. Unaware that he was being followed by his mother and siblings.

"Fine, show me where it is," Aron sighed.

"Mapping route now." Aron ignited the afterburner as he sped towards the burning skyscraper.

"Mom!" Isabel shouted as she stood in her seat pointing at the blazing building. Her hands shot to her ears as the concussive force of Aron's clap shattered the windows, forcing the fire to die out.

"Go. Save the innocent!" Vera said, taking command. Putting the car into hover mode once she pulled it to one of the blown out windows. Blowing her son a kiss as he caught sight of her as he searched for survivors. "So you run off to play hero now?" she teased. She could feel her son rolling his eyes behind his mask. "Bring who you find to the car and I'll ferry them down," Vera said to Aron, knowing Lyle could do the same as he and Isabel cleared out the top floors.

Aron grunted as the man he had ferried down to the ground wrapped him in a bear hug. The snapping of camera shutters rang in his ears as he heard reporters shouting out questions wondering if he was a new addition to the team. What was his name and such? He was about to head home until Isabel looped her arm around his forcing him to stand in front of the police tape.

"Firelight! Firelight! Over here! Tell us, just who is this new hero?!" Shouted one female reporter.

"I'm so glad that you asked!" Isabel said, with a broad smile. "As you all know and saw this here is Void, while Mariner is out of commission due to the injuries he sustained earlier today," pulling her brother against her so he could feel the shape of her breast against his arm, "he will be joining our group temporarily," she said, smirking slyly at her brother. Wondering what look he was giving her behind that mask.

"What about that kiss we all saw. Are the rumors true that the two of you are..."

Her cheeks blushed, brushing her hair behind her ear, "I thought no one saw that," Isabel said bashfully, all to make the media believe that they were in fact an item. "But now that it's out." Taking a deep breath for dramatic effect, taking Aron by surprise and lifting his mask over his nose and kissing him with such passion that there could be no illusion that they weren't together. "Yes, yes, we are seeing each other," Isabel said, as the reporters peppered her with renewed questions.

"Now, now, everyone," Vera said, stepping up to her daughter's side. "That's just sneaky," she whispered heatedly into Isabel's ear before turning her attention back to the reporters. "Void isn't much of a talker, so if there're any questions you might like to ask, please forward them to our PR agent." Turning her head as she heard the sound of the jet bike taking off. Wondering when he had left Isabel's side.

"Aron!" Noah called out angrily as he heard the jet bike powering down. "Just where did you go?"

"Told you, work."

"Dressed in that costume?" Noah asked, not letting Aron slide on his secret meeting with whomever it was. He and Troy were listening throughout it all.

"Why does it matter?" Aron retorted as he pulled off his mask.

"I might not have your strength, but I am still..." Hissing as he moved the wrong way causing his ribs to throb painfully.

"Take it easy Dad," Troy said, his hands gently supporting his father. "I don't know what you got yourself into Aron, but you need to stop. Secrets will only harm you and those you care about."

"You speaking from experience?"

"Watch it li'l brother," Troy growled low, his icy blue eyes shimmered as the temperature began to drop.

"When I want a lecture on honesty I'll get one that's not from a hypocrite, thank you very much," Aron said, spinning on his heel and marching towards the elevator.

"Stop right there young man! I said stop!" Vera growled pushing off with all her strength. She had no idea how he had turned her momentum against her as her fist barely missed his cheek before Aron took hold of her arm and sent her flying back towards where Troy and Noah stood. Only to have Lyle catch her in midair.

"I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now," Aron said, stepping into the elevator. Rolling his tongue trying to get the taste of his sister out of it as she blew him a kiss as the doors rolled closed.

The next morning...

"Man, look at all these people who hate you!" Lyle bawled out as his little brother walked into the kitchen. "I can't believe that in less then twelve hours you could have every guy in the city hating your guts," he said, thinking the hate mail from the hardcore fans of his sister that were posted on her fan page was a hoot!

"And? What's your point?" Aron sighed as he fixed himself a bowl of cereal.

"Would it kill you to smile once in a while? I mean you and me we killed it in that bank last night. What were you doing there anyway? I mean you say you aren't a hero and yet here you are, risking it all for these twenty souls you don't know," Lyle said, loudly dropping the morning paper on the table. His eyes smirking as he sipped his coffee enjoying the groan that it got from his brother as Aron read the headline that had a sketch of Aron's description from the hostages along with a picture of that very steamy kiss that Isabel planted on him.

"Let's not forget how dashing he was saving those people from that fire last night," Isabel teased as she sauntered into the room. "Did you enjoy that kiss? I know I did," she purred wantonly into Aron's right ear as he was in mid-bite. "Did you think of me with you stroked that cock?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Aron! I will not tolerate that kind of language in my house!" Vera said, as she helped her husband down the stairs since Noah woke up stiff as a board that morning.

"It's okay to like it Aron, I know I did. After all we're a couple now," Isabel said with a devilish smile, as her finger tapped the picture of the two of them.

"Well, I got to get to work, have to pull a double due to that damn kid," Lyle sighed as he sat down his cup. "See you tonight Mom," he said, placing a kiss on her right cheek as he passed her.

"Be safe honey, and call if you're going to be late."

"Okay," Lyle said, as the front door closed behind him.

Biting her lip as Aron hastily got up from his seat. "Aron... there's no reason for you to distance yourself from us," Vera said, as she helped Noah to his seat. "I know last night was... strained, but we're your family," she uttered, tentatively walking up to her son's back. "There's no reason for you to keep secrets from us," Vera spoke slipping her arms around her son's waist. Pressing her 36C breasts into his back. "You helped save so many people last night, you don't know how proud I am of you."

"I saved a lot more than that," Aron said offhandedly, washing out his bowl. "I just don't talk about it."

"Aron, what do you mean by that?" Vera asked, resting her chin on Aron's left shoulder. "Aron, I know you would be able to feel it if I punched you. So tell me what you meant by that you saved a lot more than those from last night."

"When you spill your dirty little secret, I'll let you in on mine," Aron said, breaking his mother's hold and walking towards the exit.

"So you want to know do you?" Vera asked spinning around. Noting how Isabel's and Noah's eyes were glancing between the two of them.

"Not like I don't already know, but yeah," Aron nodded slipping his hands into his pajama pockets.

"I see," her tongue flicked against her teeth as her sultry eyes ran down her son's body, "what would you say, if I wanted to fuck you right now. I don't mean the slow passionate kind. I mean I want to fuck you so hard for all the aggravation you've cause since you've been home. We might bring down a wall or two with how hard I'm going to fuck you," Vera purred as she pulled on the belt of her robe. Letting her son's eyes fall on her abs as the robe covered the majority of her breasts while her red thatch of hair beckoned to him. "So baby, what would you say to that?"

"One: you're crazy. Two: from what I saw you'd probably enjoy it... a lot..."

"Then why are you hard right now?" Vera asked, heatedly into his ear as her cheek brushed his. Her hand grasping her son's phallus giving it a few loving strokes. Hoping that he was still a virgin. A mother should always be the one who took her son's virginity, or that's what Vera thought anyway.

"Probably because I'm equally crazy. I am, after all, related to you."

"If you already knew then why didn't you join, hmm?" Vera asked, as her green eyes shimmered in her lust as the tip of her tongue teased his upper lip.

"Three bananas in a basket is a little too much for my taste."

"Now tell me, what was the deal with you at the bank last night. The money you supposedly have, and all these people you say you've saved. Tell us and I'll suck you off right here in front of your father. You would like that wouldn't you? It's okay baby. There's no shame in wanting your mother's mouth wrapped around this hard cock."

"I've saved every person on this planet three times over," Aron said, truthfully.

"How?"

"Classified."

"Why do you keep saying that, just who do you work for?" Vera asked, slipping her hand into Aron's pajama pants. "You like that don't you Aron, doesn't my hand feel good on this cock? It feels even better when my lips are wrapped around it."

"The NSA."

"Since when?" Noah asked, not believing a word.

"Since I invented a nerualizer that keeps telepaths from reading my mind," Aron said, matter-of-factly. Glancing down as his mother pushed his pajamas to the floor.

"Would you look at that? All nice and hard," Vera purred. Smirking at Isabel as she pouted in her seat as her fingers glided along Aron's shaft. Winking at her husband before her left hand darted out and pressed against the back of Aron's head. Keeping him in place as Vera kissed her son, rolling her tongue in his mouth, after all Isabel couldn't be the only one that got to experience what Aron's lips felt like. Her eyes on his as she slowly squatted down. Her green eyes peering up at him as her hot breath flowed over the head of his cock, making it twitch for her. Taunting him to come out and tell her to stop, even though she so wanted this.

"Well?!" Aron said, with false bravado. Keeping his nervousness hidden as his mother smirked up at him before she inhaled his cock.

Noah turned his attention to the news paper as the sound of Vera's skills resounded in their kitchen. However, Isabel's eyes couldn't look away as her mother's head rocked on her brother's cock. Biting her lip as that mushroom top glistened in her mother's saliva. Her hand working along his shaft, her thumb circling the underside of his crown. Isabel noted the hungry smile on her mother's lips as she looked up at Aron.

"So baby, isn't this better than constantly fighting with us?" Vera asked, keeping a very firm grip on his shaft as her hand glided along Aron's slick cock. Her eyes smirked devilishly as she heard him release a shuttering moan as her tongue ran along the meatus of his crown. Lapping up his pre-cum, returning his rod of man back to the warmth of her ravenous mouth. Quickly pulling off, shaking her robe off and directing his aim as his cum splattered along her breasts. Her hand milked out the last drop, as it beaded on the tip of his pole her tongue slowly gathered it along her tastebuds. Her eyes fluttered as she sucked her youngest son's seed from her finger. Knowing that soon they would move from simple oral, and then, well, Vera wouldn't have to worry about holding her strength in check, not with her son. Lightly smacking Aron's left cheek once she pulled up his pajama pants. Humming happily as she opened the fridge to prepare breakfast for Noah and Isabel.

"Good morning Void."

"Morning Veil," Aron greeted the AI as he pulled the mask on once he entered the lab. He was going to spend the day figuring out what every piece of equipment was that was stored in the lab. Aron was so eager to test them out only after he knew exactly what they were for.

"May I suggest repairing the outer layers of the costume?"

"I see," Aron muttered as Veil brought up a display of the damage to it from the fire, the machine gun fire that he had taken during his rescue in the bank, and the mini gun that he had taken at point blank range. Although, he had no idea how he was going to repair the fabric when he didn't know the first thing about going about it.

"Use the booth." Making him look right at the device as it stood against the far wall.

"Is that what that is?" Aron mused.

"Yes. That is where Void created me along with numerous other super suits."

"Huh. Didn't know he was so... giving," Aron stated as he plucked the shirt and pants from the center table. Arching an eyebrow as the glass door slid silently around the back as he approached. It almost felt like the device recognized him as a clear mannequin rose from the floor of the booth. "Hey Veil?"

"Yes?"

"Can you tie into the lab's system while your systems are being repaired?" Aron asked, he had grown rather fond of having discussions with Veil. He didn't know why it just felt like Veil knew more about him then she was letting on.

"Yes, one moment... I have successfully tied into the lab's com system."

"Excellent." Pulling off the mask and placing it on the head of the dummy. "Now to inventory," Aron said, rubbing his hands together. Taken aback for a moment as mechanical arms dropped down from the ceiling with a foot thick spindle of yarn that he didn't know what its make up was. However, he was determined to find out. "How long until its repaired?"

"Estimated time... three hours."

For the past two hours Aron had gotten acquainted with all the items stored in the lab. A few times he had been perplexed given he had been tinkering with inventing a few of them yet he could never make them work, and here he was staring at a working device. Sighing knowing that he couldn't go forward with it any longer, he had to admit that his distant uncle was a mad genius and far smarter than he was.

"Veil do you know what this is?" Aron asked, holding the palm sized device up to so she could see it.

"A bone regenerator."

"Why does that sound like me?" Vera asked, stepping into the lab after her morning shower.

"Good morning Vera."

"Mom meet Veil," Aron said, introducing his new AI friend.

"Hello Veil," Vera said, a little unnerved speaking with something that sounded so much like her. "What are you doing down here anyway?"

"Taking stock of the equipment in this place, and repairing Veil," Aron said, pointing to the booth.

"Wait... does that mean we can make our own suits now?" Vera asked, in surprised shock.

"Yes, it does serve as that function."

"That's so cool!" Vera cooed in delight. "How does it work?" she queried looking up at the ceiling.

"A 3D scan must be performed, preferably nude, to ensure a proper measurement is taken of the subject's body."

"Oh?!" Her eyes glanced over at her son. She was all the more willing to be nude before her son. Especially, after what they had done in the kitchen. She could still taste his cock and semen on her tongue and she couldn't wait for the next chance. "And how exactly do we go about that?" Vera asked, hoping Aron was watching how her breasts bounced beneath her shirt.

"You enter the booth and the process starts automatically."

"That booth?" Vera queried, pointing across the room.

"Affirmative."

"I see, you'll just have to let me use it once you're done," Vera cooed smirking libidinously at her son as she cradled and lifted her breasts. Her thumb and index fingers softly rolling her nipples, making them strain the fabric of her shirt all just to torment her son's mind. "So what is that in your hand Aron?"

"Veil said it was a bone regenerator."

"Wait, does that mean it will heal your Dad?"

"Not all at once, it will take multiple treatments lasting a week to properly mend the bones."

"Thank you, Veil," Vera stated dashing out of the room. "Don't you go anywhere!" she called back to her son as she ran towards the elevator.

"Vera I don't know about this," Noah said, uncertain about what his wife had said could be done.

"What harm could there be if it doesn't work. If it does then you're ribs and arm will be healed in a week instead of two months," Vera said, leading her reluctant husband into the lab with Isabel in tow.

"Veil where's the key for this thing?" Vera heard Aron's voice as they neared the lab.

"Void kept it on his person at all times. He didn't trust anyone to not snoop through his private things."

"Oh, that's reasonable, probably has all his blueprints of the things he's invented. If I were him, I wouldn't want my inventions in the wrong hands either."

"Yes, Void was secretive about his life, he did after all create this base along with my programing."

"You have to tell me how a man in the '20s could write computer code..." Turning around as he heard someone entering.

"Sounds like you admire our distant uncle Aron," Isabel said, as her eyes had a lustful fire in them as the tips of her fingers skimmed along the surface of the center lab table as she walked around it.

"Look at this place, it's awesome!" Aron said, with a huge smile on his face like he had just discovered Willy Wonka's golden ticket.

"I see, Mom told me we can make our own costumes now. You'll have to show me how," Isabel said, pursing her lips to contain her lustful thoughts.

"Aron, where should your Dad sit?" Vera asked, as she pondered when she could get her son between her legs. Sucking him off was not going to hold her desire for long, and she couldn't wait to show her son how good being inside her hot peach could be. Especially, given her strength she could practically get her sons and husband to cum with only squeezing her folds. She has done so when they were at the Heroes conference and she sat on Lyle's lap last year. No one knew she was fucking her son in a room full of people as Noah spoke to the heroes who had come to attend the event. How she had a smile on her face as she talked to the attendees with a pussy full of her son's cum; that was the highlight of her day.

"The stool will be fine," Aron said, pulling out the one he's been using. "Now where was the break in your arm and ribs?" Running the device over his father's injures, listening to Veil as she dictated how he should use the device. "How's that?" Aron asked, as he placed the regenerator into the drawer.

"Better," a smile appeared on Noah's face, "at least breathing isn't too difficult," Noah said, nodding his thank you to his son. "Vera, if this tech has been sitting here all this time, why did your father seal it off?" he asked, looking over at his wife.

"I don't really know Noah. I think I remember him saying something about not being reminded of how painful it was to watch Grandpa die when he fought the Red Scare back in the '50s or something like that. Grandma rarely talked about Grandpa unless it was to tell us that he was the greatest love of her life, and that we all should find someone just as brave and handsome as he was," Vera said lovingly, as her hand softly brushed along the back of Noah's hair.

"Wait I thought Void was a distant uncle?" Aron asked, confused.

"I told you that because I didn't think you could handle the truth but now," sucking on her lower lip as she gazed at her son hungrily, "I think you can," Vera said, watching Isabel walking up behind her brother.

"We come from a long line of incestuous superheroes Aron," Isabel purred into his ear. "As Mom has told me when Grandpa was old enough along with grand Aunt Jill they would have wild sex with one another, and when Grandpa and Jill married they brought their spouses into the mix," she whispered sensuously into his ear as she ran her hand down her brother's chest. Her lips tugged on his earlobe as her hand slipped into his pants. Her nose nuzzled his hair as she felt her brother growing in her hand. "When you're ready Aron, I'll always spread my legs for you," Isabel cooed as her fingers trailed up his shaft as she pulled her hand out.​