Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark

Meanwhile in the basement...

Noah's feet rapidly hammered on the stairs as he hurried down the steps. He had no idea why the NSA was here in his house and he didn't want to know. He just hoped his son wasn't in any trouble with them. A smirk firmed on his lips as he noted how Isabel had wrapped herself around Aron's body in her sleep. Noting how the sheet contoured to her naked body.

"Aron wake up," Noah whispered shaking his son awake. "Aron!"

"W-what?!" Aron muttered groggily.

"Some people from the NSA are here and they want to talk to you," Noah said low, so not to wake Isabel knowing she had to wake up in hour to get ready to go to work. Seeing his son's eyes snapping open at the mention of government agents.

"Give me a min..." Isabel began to snuggle closer to him as he began to move.

"It's too early, go back to sleep Aron," Isabel muttered in her sleep. Placing his finger to his lips, knowing how to distract his daughter long enough for Aron to slip out of bed. Seeing the smile on her lips as he began to fondle her right breast. "Okay Aron, you've talked me into it lets..." Falling back asleep once she rolled onto her back.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he climbed the stairs once he put on his pajama pants and the t-shirt from yesterday. Yawning loudly as he neared their living room. His hair was at odd angles as he scratched his head as he rounded the corner.

"Hello Mr. Carter," Agent Fairbanks said, getting to his feet.

"Don't you people keep normal hours?" Aron grumbled shaking the man's hand.

"We do apologize for waking you so early yet we were sent to deliver this to you. For your eyes only," Agent Fairbanks said, handing Aron a small jump drive.

"What's on it?"

"I wouldn't know sir," Fairbanks said, truthfully. "Our orders were only to see that you received that."

"O-okay." A little weirded out by all the secrecy. Not that he shouldn't be surprise by it, just not that early in the morning. Noting how the man nodded to his partner as he got to his feet.

"We'll see ourselves out."

Aron looked down at the drive as the front door closed. Wondering why they would come to him. If they needed him his handler would have gotten in touch with him, yet this, this was so unlike his past dealings with the agency.

"Aron?!" Vera said softly, as she stood in the doorway of the living room "Is everything okay?" Her eyes followed after him as Aron walked by her.

"Haven't a clue," Aron admitted.

"Where are you going?!" Vera asked, as the hidden panel opened.

"To see whatever is on this," Aron stated holding the drive above his shoulder. Knowing he left his laptop down in the lab which had the encryption key the NSA uses to read their classified files.

"At least come eat before you do that," Vera said, in a motherly voice. "I made my special breakfast, just for you," she spoke feeling her cheeks heat as her son looked back at her.

"The french toast with cream cheese stuffing?" Aron queried, his stomach rumbling as his mother nodded. "Okay." Seeing his mother smile as the panel closed.

"Good, come," swaying her ass for her son as she lead him to the kitchen, "now you sit right there and I'll make you a plate," Vera said, patting his shoulders as Aron took the seat he normally used.

Aron cast his mother a look as she hummed as she walked around the kitchen. Feeling her lips on top of his head as she placed a glass of orange juice before his plate. His index finger spun the jump drive around on the table pondering on its contents.

"So how is it?" Vera asked, over the rim of her coffee cup as she held it in both hands. Aron could see the worry in her eyes even if she didn't say the words.

"Good as always," Aron said, truthfully.

"I'm glad, maybe now you'll come home when you have a break, or maybe only if you want to, transfer to the hero school," Vera replied trying not to bring up the elephant in the room.

"I'll think about it," Aron said, with a taunting smirk.

"But just think of what awaits you when you do," Vera spoke with a coy smile as she ran her foot up her son's leg. Smirking into her cup as Aron squirmed in his seat as her toes kneaded his soft member. "So I heard some very curious moans last night. I do hope that you aren't going to leave you dear mother out," she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"I don't know dear, I think you'll have to beat our daughter out of his bed," Noah said, entering the kitchen once he had dressed for work. "Is that your famous..." His mouth watered as his eyes zeroed in on the stack of french toast.

"It is," Vera nodded proudly.

"What's..." Noah began to ask only to have his son snatch the drive off the table. Patting his son's shoulder, if it was something his son couldn't let out of his reach he wasn't going to ask, for fear that it might put his son in danger. Something he would rather not know about if he could help it. "So, I hear your uncles and aunts are going to be able to make it to Christmas this year," Noah stated offhandedly, trying to take his mind off of how his son looked at that drive.

"Oh?"

"Or, that's the plan at least. You know how Europe supposedly can't live without them," Noah chuckled remembering when they informed the family that they were going overseas to help maintain the peace on the continent when the government there offered them a job along with a healthy salary. Turning around titling the coffee pot back as the feet of the chair his son was sitting in scrapped along the floor as Aron rose.

"Thanks for breakfast Mom," Aron said, placing a kiss on her temple.

"You're welcome honey," Vera replied lightly patting Aron's left cheek. Turning her head away from the door as her son walked out, her eyes quivering in worry, her left hand gripped her right bicep as her chin rested on the heel of her hand. Uncertain on what she could do to help her son.

"Honey, he'll tell us when he can," Noah said, reaching across the table and lightly placing his hand on her forearm.

"Aron?!" Isabel whispered as she snuck up the stairs. "Aron? Where are you, it's not nice to run out on a naked girl that's asleep..."

"Morning honey," Noah said, with a twinkle in his eye at how red Isabel's face was getting as she froze in the kitchen's doorway.

Down in the lab...

"Good morning Void. My sensors indicate tension in your shoulders. Has something happened?"

"Veil lock the lab door and let no one in and turn off any cameras in here until I tell you to unlock the door," Aron commanded as he stepped into the lab.

"Done." The lab door rolled shut with a crisp hiss. "Void what seems to be the problem."

"I don't know yet," Aron answered opening his laptop. Typing in his password, bringing up the encryption key once his desktop appeared as he plugged in the drive.

"Forgive the roundabout way in contacting you Aron." His handler's face appeared on the screen once he had unscrambled the video file. Leaning on his elbows, his chin rested in the nook of his thumbs as he watched on. "As I told you that night on the roof. I and my team have been on the heels of a terrorist group. Thanks to you, we were able to gather useful intel from the man you brought us. Four hours ago, my team and the government sanctioned hero group from the European block, who also has been tracking this same group, launched a combined assault on one of the few bases the man informed us of. I set a backup plan in place in case anything went wrong during the mission, in this case if you are watching this that means the worst case scenario has happened and I have placed my trust in you to save us. As you can see I have placed the GPS coordinates on the bottom..."

"Veil input..." Rattling off the numbers, "where exactly is this place?" Aron asked, once he stopped the video.

"A few miles outside of Summerville."

"How long would it take to get there from here?"

"By car two hours, at full speed on the jet bike less than thirty minutes." The stool tipped over as he slid off the seat in a hurry. Hitting the space bar to continue to play the video as he stripped off his shirt.

"From our intel this group has hired a group of mercenary mutants to protect their base. So I can't tell you what you will be facing when you arrive. I do hope you make it in time. However, if you arrive and I am dead, it's been a pleasure. If I am dead then, I'd like to show you something. I think it's only fitting for the man that's coming to my rescue." A lustful smile formed on her lips as his handler posed naked, then another appeared of her sitting on a bed, the soles of her feet flat against it, her knees bent, her fingers spreading her labia showing off her pink center. "If I am dead please don't post those pictures, also try to save who you can." Shutting his laptop, his coat floated behind him as he pulled his mask below his chin as he walked hurriedly towards the jet bike. Unaware of the pair of green eyes that watched him from the shadows as his coat trailed behind him as Aron sped off.

"Wherever you're going Aron, please be careful." Vera whispered as her grip tightened on the corner of the wall in her worry.

"Void I detect energy discharges up ahead along with twenty-five bodies, eleven of them have metahuman signatures."

"Veil take over and hide the bike in a spot that's not noticeable," Aron said, as he brought the jet bike to a hover a hundred feet above the base his handler had directed him to. "Which ones do you think are the terrorists?" he asked, his eyes moving over the area as gunfire filled the air.

"These appear to be them." Bringing up a zoomed in image of the group slightly diagonally to his right. "Shall I activate assault mode?"

"Wait. You have different modes?" Aron uttered in surprise.

"Yes. I did tell you Void ended many villain's lives. You only have been using me in the passive mode and relying on your abilities."

"Then yeah, activate that shit!"

"Understood. Engaging weapons systems." Aron looked down in amazement as the cloth of his shirt and pants hardened into four inch ballistic armer protecting his vital organs, not that he needed it. He could understand Void's need for it given his lack of powers. His eyes ran down the weapons list that appeared onscreen.

"Veil?"

"Yes?"

"Have I told you lately how awesome you are?" Aron asked, his voice carrying how awestruck he was at the brilliance of the man.

"Not lately. But thank you."

"Veil, one last thing, if something goes wrong and I don't..."

"Impossible. You are Void. I know you will make it back."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Aron said, before leaping off the runner. Bringing up his left hand as he selected pin missiles that were stored in the cuff of the coat.

"Targets locked."

"Fire." Aron squinted his eyes at the ensuing fireballs once the missiles impacted their targets.

"Incoming message from an Agent Honeybell. Shall I put it through?"

"Yes, it has to be her, who else has a name like that?!" Aron chuckled.

"Aron?"

"It's Void when I'm in this suit," Aron replied.

"Void you got my message?!"

"Came as fast as I could."

"I'm so glad you did. We've been pinned down for the past five minutes and I have two men down." Aron could hear the relief in her voice.

"Get your people to safety. I'll cover your retreat," Aron said, as his fist slammed into the ground sending a wave of kinetic energy through the earth as he landed sending those within range stumbling. "Where're the heroes that... never mind," he muttered as one of them came crashing through the window and skidded along the ground. Throwing up his arm as wood splinters were sent flying as he protected the unconscious hero at his feet. "No... it can't be...?!"

"I have confirmed it... that is your Aunt Chery."

"What the hell is she doing here?"

"Obviously, she, and the rest of your family, are the group Agent Honeybell spoke of in the video."

"Okay then, just means I have to go all out," Aron said, rising to his feet as he stared down the seven foot tall man, arms thicker than his own chest was, bone plates dotted his body making the man a mobile tank with superstrength. His feet pushed off the concrete as the man bellowed his challenge. A thunderous clap resounded as those two titan's fists struck one another's. A sadistic smirk formed on his lips as the man howled in pain as the bones in his hand crumbled to dust. Dropping to a knee, his right jab struck squarely on the side of the man's knee, blowing out his knee cap and rendering the joint useless. The man's head snapped back so forcibly it cracked his vertebra and severed his spinal cord as Aron's uppercut landed on the man's jaw.

"Void try to leave some alive. We'll need to interrogate them," Honeybell said, as the man's dead body fell at Aron's feet.

"What about them?" Aron asked. He watched as some of the men tried to flee, arching an eyebrow as they fell to the ground knowing it had to be his uncle's doing. "Well, I guess I'll go help with the round up," he muttered before dashing into the warehouse. Aron could see the surprised looks on his relative's faces as he fought along side them to bring those mercenaries to heel.

Aron could feel their eyes on him as Honeybell's agents led the metahumans, cuffed with neutralizers, which kept them from using their powers, and the men in chains towards the back of a black box van. His eyes glanced over to Honeybell as she approached. Butterfly bandages held the cuts on her face closed, her black commando look was rather stimulating to Aron's mind. The silver metal of the zipper of her skin tight suit stood in contrast to the black ballistic material. Feeling his Adams apple bob; it was opened down to the middle of her breasts to allow the heat and sweat of her body to escape. Yet that wasn't where Aron's eyes were as the sun played along the sides of her breasts.

"Void, I thank you for coming," Honeybell said, holding out her hand once she was cleared by the NSA medics. Her brown eyes held a sultry look to them as her index finger lightly drew circles on his wrist. Aron felt his cock stirring, his mind superimposing her naked body over her clothed one. "Once we learn anything from them, I'll make sure to send it to your superiors," she stated looking over to the heroes that the leaders of the European block had sent. "I'll be in touch Void," Honeybell said, her eyes peered over her shoulder as she walked to her SUV, her brown hair was held in a ponytail brushing lightly along her back. Swaying her hips, giving her ass some swagger hoping he liked the view.

"Okay, just who the hell are you and why are you wearing that suit?!" Neil -- his eldest uncle -- growled as he took hold of Aron's right shoulder.

"Speak before we make you," Tazia hissed her organic metal skin instantly appearing on her body, coating her from head to toe in a skin thick metal stronger than neuium, even her hair and eyes were covered in the metal.

"Yeah, I don't think you can," Aron said, looking around making sure there was no one around to see. Pulling the mask above his eyes, listening to their gasps, his smirk disappearing once he pulled the mask down. "How's Aunt Chery?"

"Sore, but I'll live," Chery said, walking up to them once she was given the all clear by the medics. "I thank you for the assist Void if that is the name you go by? I might not have the inhuman strength Vemvendon does or you for that matter, but I thought I could handle that guy," she said, moving past Tazia and Aminah. Pulling up Aron's mask above his nose and planting a kiss so sensuous on his lips that it curled his toes. "That's my way of saying thank you for saving me," Chery uttered with a lustful smile.

"So why are you wearing that suit, wouldn't you want your own when you became a hero?" Carl asked, appearing at Tazia's side. Like Henry, Carl had inherited his speed from his father.

"One: I'm not a hero so let's put a pin in the hero talk. Two: I kind of like this suit. Three: Veil's neat."

"Thank you, Void. Although, I do not know if the word 'neat' is an accurate enough word to describe an intelligent AI."

"Well, I'm outta here," Aron said, once the jet bike came to hover.

"Wait a moment Void," Chery cooed as she lightly placed her hand on her nephew's shoulder, then looking to her second in command. "Call headquarters and inform Arnold of the events that happened here and tell him the NSA will send what intel they gather from those men once they've been interrogated. Then tell him we're taking the rest of the holidays off to spend with our family," Chery directed in a commanding tone. Given that she was the leader of their group, rank hath its privileges as she climbed onto the jet bike behind Aron. "When you're done, I'll see you at home," she said, smiling at her brothers and sisters knowing what would happened when they arrived. "Okay Void, I'm ready," Chery stated once she wrapped her arms around him.

"You sure?"

"Very," Chery cooed as she pressed her 38C breasts into her nephew's back. "So Aron have you been told of our family history?" she whispered in his ear as her hair whipped behind her.

"Y-yeah," Aron stammered as his aunt's hand ran down his chest.

"Good," Chery purred brushing her nose along his neck as her right hand grasped Aron's manhood.

The lights of the jet bike illuminated the walls of the tunnel as Aron, with his aunt pressing her womanly shape against his back, arrived back home. The thrusters hissed as Aron lowered the landing struts.

"Aron!" Isabel called out joyously as she raced to greet her brother. Stopping in her tracks, blinking rapidly to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. "Aunt Chery!" she squealed as Chery eased herself off the back of the bike.

"Isabel my goodness just look at you!" Chery cried happily tightly hugging her niece. "My, you're a spitting image of your mother," she said sweetly, her fingers trailed lightly down a strand of Isabel's dark crimson hair.

"Sis?!" Vera's eyes widened at the sight of her sister. She had no idea Chery was even in the states. "What are you doing here, where're the others, and why was it my son that brought you here?"

"Oh Vera!" Chery exclaimed throwing her arms around her sister. "I've missed you," she sighed snuggling up to her, "especially these," smirking lustfully as her hands fondled her sister's breasts. Listening to the light, soft moan that escaped Vera's lips. "Troy, Lyle! Is that you?!" Her blue-green eyes ran down her grownup nephew's bodies. A purr rumbled in her chest as her hands ran down their chest enjoying the muscles she felt beneath her touch. "Hello Noah, as handsome as ever, I hope you haven't forgotten our time we shared." A pleased smile formed on her lips as Noah shook his head.

"Chery, answer my question," Vera huffed, glancing over at her son as he pulled off his mask.

"I'm here because he saved me," Chery said, her eyes flickering over to Aron. Giggling as Lyly jumped as her hands squeezed his ass. "The others should be here soon once they've reported in."

"Aron what does she mean you saved her?" Vera asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Void, I'm detecting a broken circuit in the right glove."

"Yeah, that guys boney plates must have been too much for you to take," Aron muttered looking down at his hand.

"Answer me Aron!"

"You remember what happened this morning," seeing his mother nod, "well, it was a call for help, and well, here we are," Aron said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Don't you skip ahead I want to know everything!" Vera growled in a stern motherly voice.

"Is that Vera's voice I hear?!" Neil's voice floated on the air.

"Hiya sis, man, you look good," Carl said, appearing at Vera's right side, leaning back peering at his sister's ass. "I mean really good... too tight..." Carl gasped as Vera hugged him.

Aron edged himself around his family and ducked into the lab. Thinking he was safe for the moment. Gently peeling off the leather casing that protected the delicate electronics of the glove. Moving the magnifying glass down, the two broken wires enhanced by the glass. Listening to the sniffs and tears as he suspected they were watching the videos Veil had saved of his grandfather.

"Hello nephew," Aminah greeted as she stood in the doorway of the lab. Looking around the lab at all the equipment that lined the counters. "What's this?" she asked, as she stood in front of Aron's three new dry erase broads that held the temporal equation that he's been working on.

"Please, don't touch..."

"I would never Aron, I'm just surprised to see this level of math outside of my own lab," Aminah said, her eyes running over the equation.

"What?!" Aron stammered.

"What? Were you under the impression that you were the only one that inherited Void's intelligence" Aminah asked, peering over her shoulder. Smirking at her nephew, she was always drawn to smart men, while her brothers were very nice to look at, yet when she would begin to speak of her experiments back at their base they would always get a glazed over look in their eyes knowing they had no clue what she was talking about.

"Yeah, I kind of was," Aron admitted. Trying not to notice how good his aunt's ass looked in that suit.

"Void, she was the one that created the jet bike and car for your parents."

"Wow, a functioning AI, who built you?" Aminah asked, looking up to the ceiling.

"Void."

"How fast can you process information?" Aminah queried as she walked around the lab.

"Void clocked me at 0.000000004 nanoseconds per second of my processer transfer rate." Aminah whistled as her fingertips skimmed along the counters surface.

"That's very impressive."

"Thank you."

"So Aron, tell me why are you trying to time travel?" Aminah asked, as her eyes ran down her nephew's back as she watched him micro soldering the two broken connections.

"I'm not, I'm trying to prove that Void came from the future," Aron stated, the hot iron hissed as it ran over the wet sponge before placing it in the holder. Attaching a power supply to the leads, "How's that Veil?"

"I detect no irregularities in the glove."

"Aron what do you mean? Do you suspect my grandfather came from the future?"

"Here. Have a look and you tell me a man from the '20s could make this level of micro circuits much less program an AI as advanced as Veil is," Aron said, sliding off the stool and moving out of the way. Watching how she tied her reddish-brown hair back as took his seat. He tried not to let his eyes follow the sway of his aunt's 32D breasts as she leaned forward and peered through the magnifying glass.

"Yes, yes, I see what you mean. I can see why you think Void came from the future given the level of technology in the glove alone," Aminah said, looking up at her nephew. "Given that they were only using vacuum tubes at the time, and the integrated circuit wasn't even a wet dream yet," she stated her lush lips formed into a libidinous smile. "Have you had many of those?"

"So not answering that," Aron muttered looking way just as his uncle Neil walked in.

"I always wondered what was in this place," Neil mused surveying the room as his brothers, sister, mother and father, his other two aunts and Carl filed in. Retaking his seat and equally as gentle as he took it off slipping the leather cover back on. He had almost damaged it when Aminah pressed her breasts against the back of his neck.

"You like my breasts don't you Aron?" Aminah purred, her hand reached up and lowered the zipper of her suit low enough that the suit was only hanging on by the hardness of her nipples. Thrusting his head back into their lush valley, it got her so hot being with a man who was as intelligent as Aron appeared to be.

"He's a guy and you got your huge melons all over him, so of course he does," Tazia said rolling her eyes, she's always been jealous of her sisters' bust size compared to her 32A breasts.

"As compared to that washboard you call a chest," Aminah giggled wickedly.

"Watch it boobizilla," Tazia growled narrowing her eyes. Crossing her arms below her breasts as she wore a button down flannel shirt, and blue jeans to play up her tomboy appearance.

"Or what you'll poke me in the eye with a rib," Aminah teased. "Why don't you leave us and come back when your breasts grow..."

"Knock it off Aminah," Neil sighed in a big brother voice.

"And I have a bone to pick with you," Tazia said, eyeing her nephew.

"Oh?" Extricating his head from the gravity well of his aunt's breasts playing off that he noted the pinkness of her left areola. "I don't believe I've done anything wrong."

"You did! You beat that man, I had dibs on him!" Tazia exclaimed as she marched over to the table. A metal ping rang out as her elbow hit the table as her metallic skin raced across her body. "Now you have to prove you're stronger."

"Why?" Aron asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Because I'm your aunt and I'm older!" Tazia stated thinking that was a logical explanation. "Unless you're chicken?" Aron looked over at his mother silently asking her if she was always like this.

"If you can surpass me honey, I know this shouldn't be a problem," Vera said, smiling at her son. Knowing this was just like Tazia when she was interested in someone. She knew her sister came off as brash and a loudmouth, yet deep down Tazia was a sweet woman with a self-conscious for her lack of bust size. However, she was only a loud mouth and brash to those she cares about. It was how she showed them she loved them.

"Think what you want Aunt Tazia I won't be baited into childish ploys," Aron sighed.

"So what you're saying is that you're afraid your aunt will kick your ass, is that it?" Tazia asked, with a childish smirk.

"This is so juvenile," Aron sighed deeply.

"Well then, the only way to shut me up is to prove me wrong."

"Can't believe I'm doing this," Aron grumble as Tazia's fingers wrapped around his hand.

Aminah placed her hand over theirs, "3," the movement of her orbs caused them to spill out of her suit, "2," shooting Aron a smile as his eyes followed their sway, "1!"

Aron stared past his aunt bored of this little game as Tazia grunted, cursed, and even cheated using both hands and still his hand hadn't moved an inch as he rested his chin in his other hand. "You done yet?" he asked, once four minutes had passed.

"Why can't I..."

"Because I'm super strong," Aron stated rolling his eyes. Moreover, he wasn't expecting his aunt to lean over the table and plant a titillating kiss on his lips that weakened his resolve.

"Yes! In your face!" Tazia cried joyously.

Aron stared down at his hand wondering how he could lose. Only to feel Aminah's fingers on his chin turning it towards her. His eyes shot wide as her tongue rolled in his mouth. His hands had a mind of their own as they rose and captured those hanging fruit. Aminah pulled away, feeling her nipples rolling beneath Aron's palms. Her dew gathering along her labia as... tossing her head back, releasing a shuddering moan as she came. Aron so didn't know that could happen.

"Troy," Tazia spoke softly as she snuggled up to her nephew, "do you think my breasts are small?"

"Nah, but I'm more of an ass man myself," Troy said, his arm moving around her waist and gently squeezing her ass.

"Is my ass better than hers?" Tazia queried shooting her sister a look.

"Hmm... yours is small, tight, and firm, just how I like 'em!" Troy said, smiling down at his aunt.

"Then I choose you to be my first tonight," Tazia said, wrapping her arms around him.

"If we're going to start pairing off..." Chery quickly appeared at Noah's side, "I think I need to refresh your memory," Chery said, lustfully.

Like always in how he moved Carl appeared out of thin air as he placed his arm along Vera's shoulders. Giving his eyebrows a wiggle causing her cheeks to blush. Neil's arm stretched out across the room due to his stretching powers and slowly brought Isabel to his side.

"Honey, I know this is new for you..."

"Leave me out of it," Aron stated backing away from his aunt who had a very perplexed look on her face.

"You sure?"

"Very. Eleven is not an even number and I'm not about to be another banana in the basket," Aron said, he had no interest in orgies as this appeared to be turning out to be.

"Aron we so have to work on this attitude of yours, you can't be a hero and part of a..." Neil's voice fell silent as Aron brushed off his hand.

"For the last time I am not a hero, how many times must I say that," Aron uttered in annoyance.

"You sure about that Aron, you sure did look all heroic when you protected me today," Chery said, looking over at him, as she teased Noah's manhood.

Sighing loudly as he rubbed his forehead, "Listen I got work to do, so if you don't mind," Aron said, shooing them out of the lab.

"You sure this is what you want Aron?" Vera asked, she had thought, given their encounter, Aron would be more willing.

"I'm sure, I need to repair Veil so if you don't mind, you're cluttering my lab."

"Don't worry Aron, we'll have our time," Aminah said, winking her eye at him before looping her arm around Lyle.

"Okay Aron, dinner will be in two hours," Vera said sadly, getting one last look at her son before disappearing around the corner.

"Void?"

"Yes Veil," Aron spoke as he opened his laptop. "Veil tie into Bob's interface and run a diagnostic for me."

"Of course, Void. Void why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Send them away, when I indicate that you were aroused by the idea."

"That might be true Veil, but I'd just be the odd man out, and I would end out on the sidelines looking like a fool," Aron stated, "Veil?"

"Yes Void?"

"Can you manufacture something inhouse if I send you the formula?" Aron asked, knowing he was going to have to replace the micro filament he had used in the drones.

"Yes. Yet if the heat I detected between your legs, is an indicator of your arousal, why do you deny yourself?"

"I've sent it to you," Aron spoke sliding off the stool. Grabbing the coat so Veil could reload the missiles he had used. "As to why, I rather enjoy our conversations Veil. That in and of itself is a form of pleasure."

"That's a complicated formula Void. It will take twenty-four hours to produce. Shall I start it now? I enjoy our chats as well Void. However, I am a computer program I cannot give your organic body what it needs."

"Yes. There's more to life than just sex Veil," Aron said, stepping back as the booth's door rolled closed. "Veil start the reloading process for the missiles I used."

"Understood. The diagnostic is completed. I detect no problems with the software nor the hardware."

"Thank you, Veil. Well, Bob, you're as good as I can make you. Time for a proper field test," Aron said, looking lovingly down at his creation.

"Sis? What did Aron mean when he said he wasn't a hero?" Tazia asked, as she and her other two sisters helped Vera prepare dinner for them all.

"I think Aron thinks if he becomes one he'd be forgotten like Mom and Dad where when The Commander came on the scene," Vera sighed.

"That's just silly, I know those men he saved today won't ever forget him," Tazia said, rolling her eyes.

"And tell me again why my son was there and why you five needed saving?" Noah asked, as he looked at his wife's relatives.

"The agency we work for has been tracking this new terrorist group that came onto the scene a few years ago. These people aren't like your average terrorist group, they aren't after some political agenda, they haven't racked up countless innocent dead bodies, or doing it for some perverse religious idea. Most of the time this group gets some low level thugs to do their more mundane tasks like robbing banks and such..." Vera's body stilled remembering back to the night of the bank robbery, "I don't know how the NSA got their hands on one of their members, yet they were able to get some very good intel out of the man," Neil said, looking into his glass.

"Why didn't you call us, we would have helped you out," Troy said, crossing his arms as he sat across from his uncle.

"There was no time, we had to move on the intel before they learned that we had one of theirs," Chery spoke in a commanding tone. "It would have taken too much time bring you all up to speed. We weren't prepared for the mercenaries they had hired to protect that place. The mission was going downhill, I don't know how Aron knew how to find us or why he showed up when he did. I'm glad he did, otherwise it could have gotten really bad."

"So you all relied on my untrained..."

"Oh, Aron's been trained, I don't know who trained him, but he's been trained very well," Carl interrupted.

"Explain what you meant by my son's been trained, or you can forget about tonight or any other night," Vera growled pointing her paring knife threateningly at her brother.

"The way Aron moved today, it sort of reminded me of how Dad first trained us," Tazia swooned dreamily.

"Vera, your son, hasn't just been trained to fight... but to kill as well," Carl stated seeing the horror in his sister's eyes.

"Aron dinner!" Isabel's voice came over the intercom.

"Void you should eat. It won't do you any good if you fall over if you work yourself too hard."

"In a minute," Aron muttered as his pencil moved over the sketch pad. Blowing softly on the eraser crumbs as he stared down at the metal structure of the robotic hand he was designing.

"Void?!"

"I'm going, I'm going," Aron muttered flipping the pad closed to hide what he's worked on from Veil's ever watchful eye. "Love ya, Veil," he said, as he walked out the door.

"Aron you know the rule no work at the dinner table," Noah said, in a fatherly voice.

"Let me get this down and I'll stop," Aron muttered, deep in thought as he mentally did the math.

"Aron what are you working on?" Aminah asked, leaning over as she saw his pencil moving across the paper. It reminded her so much of how focused she could be. Arching an eyebrow as Aron flipped the pad closed.

"New project," Aron muttered dipping his roll into the gravy.

"Aron," gently placing her hand on his arm, "I'm not going to steal your work. I'd like to help if I can. Especially with what you're working on, on that board of yours. If what you hypothesize is true I would really like to know."

"Aron, tell me, why aren't you at the hero school?" Carl asked, digging into the mound of food to keep his calorie intake up due to how much he burns through when he uses his superspeed.

"Yeah, I've been wondering why you hid your powers in the first place. What I saw today, you could be great," Neil said, to which Aron's mother nodded along.

"How hard is it to understand, I have no interest in becoming one?" Aron asked, as he took a bite of his green beans. Hoping that, that would put an end to their needless prying. He peered out the corner of his eye as Aminah studied the drawings he had made of the head unit, the chest, the brain, and the hand for the protype android body he was contemplating on building to serve as a backup for Veil should the suit and the mainframe be damaged beyond repair. Watching how she was deep in thought as her eyes ran over the equation he was forming for the power supply.

"Would you mind?" Aminah asked, pointing at his pencil. A smile formed on her lips as her nephew peered over her shoulder as she helped to solve the power return problem he was having.

"That makes sense," Aron nodded in understanding.

"And this," flipping back to the cross sections of the photonic brain he had designed, "are you thinking of using this to transport information?" Aminah asked, writing the Greek symbol for gamma (the designation given for a photon), on the bottom of the page. She would have to be content with the smirk on his lips.

"Aminah?! Not everyone here approves of how the two of you talk in code at the dinner table," Vera said, narrowing her eyes at her sister. Hating that Aminah could relate to her son on his level.

"Oh? So you just mean you," Aminah said, smirking at her sister. "But your right, it was rude of me when Aron had put his work away. I apologize." Flipping the pad closed and handing it back to Aron.

"Nerds," Tazia snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Well, this nerd knows how to increase your cup size without medical enhancements," Aron said, noting how Aminah's hand covered her mouth to keep from spitting out her drink. Seeing the humorous light in her blue eyes as she instantly caught on to what he was saying.

"Watch it nephew that's dangerous territory your in," Tazia said darkly, as she pointed her fork at Aron.

"Who me? Nah, for you that's a probability," Aron retorted.

"Okay, Mr. I have a big brain, how exactly are you going to do that, hmm?" Tazia asked angrily, taking a bite of her baked chicken.

"Are you ovulating?" Aron asked, as the table went deathly silently except for Aminah who nearly fell over dying of laughter.

"W-what?!" Tazia stammered.

"Come on sis, it's obvious what he's stating," Chery said, joining in on the teasing.

"Aron it's not polite to tease your aunt like that," Vera spoke in a motherly voice.

"Who said I was teasing?" Aron asked, tilting his head as he looked at his mother. Watching how she sat there in shock, her fork slipping from her grip and landing on her plate.

The table shook, Tazia's chair skidded back and fell backwards landing in a loud clang, her hands struck the table jarring their glasses. "Are you saying you're going to get me pregnant?!" Tazia nearly shouted, her chest heaved, her nipples were detailed as they pressed against her shirt. She couldn't deny how the thought aroused her.

"Me? Did I state that? No. I simply stated I knew how to increase your cup size. Here I thought I was being a good and caring nephew helping his aunt out who clearly thinks the size of her breasts are important," Aron taunted as he took a sip of his drink. Feeling Aminah's hand beating against his arm, as she was laughing so hard she couldn't draw breath. Looking over at his father as he sighed.

"I don't believe I have to say this, there is to be no sex at the dinner table."

Arching an eyebrow as Tazia pushed off the table. His eyes following after her as she walked behind Neil only to stop at his side. "What're ya doing?" Aron queried.

"Shut up," Tazia said, in a pouting voice as she unbuttoned her shirt. "Look at them Aron, take a good long look at your aunt's breasts," holding her shirt open flashing her nephew, "are you telling me you don't have a problem with their size, when you've already fondled hers?" she asked, jutting her chin towards her sister.

"I don't... I don't see a problem with them. They appear to be firm and perky. Why do you ask?" Aron stated truthfully.

"Then touch them if you don't," Tazia said, her eyes silently telling him she needed this, she needed someone to say her breasts were prefect. That they felt good in his hand, that they would gaze at her chest like she had seen people gazing at her sisters' busts. Tazia bit her lip as Aron's hands explored her chest. Feeling her hardening buds sliding between his fingers as they instinctively closed around them. Whimpering as his appendages lightly tugged on them.

"Okay, I still don't see a problem with them," Aron stated.

"You really liked them?" Tazia asked, feeling her cheeks heat as she closed her shirt.

"Yeah, they're different than Mom's and Aminah's, but they're very nice in their own right. Like I said, they're nice and firm, oh and, let us not forget perky," Aron said, truthfully. Leaning back, as Tazia placed her right hand on the back of his chair and her left hand of the lip of the table. Her shirt hanging open, he couldn't keep his eyes from darting down every few seconds.​