Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark

"Then why won't you join us tonight?" Tazia asked, her nose a few inches away from his. Her light green eyes searching his.

"Because six bananas in a boat is six too many for my tastes."

"So you're saying if it was one on one, you wouldn't have a problem suckling on them?" Tazia asked, her eyes glancing down to her chest.

"No I wouldn't, I still don't see why small breasts are a problem."

"Do you have a small cock?" Tazia queried, glancing down to Aron's crotch.

"I can tell you he does not. A tad smaller than Noah is," Vera said, proudly.

"Really?" Chery and Aminah asked in unison.

"Mmmhmm," Vera nodded.

"And Aron doesn't get tired holding me up when he fucked me against the wall," Isabel said, shooting her brother a lustful look.

"Then you won't know what it's like being surrounded by a sea of boobs that make mine seem like mole hills..." Biting her lip as Aron began to fondle her once again.

"Take no offense when I say this," he said to his family members, "I might not know what its like to feel your worth based on these," listening to Tazia moan as he pinched her nipple, "I do know what's it like to be surrounded by people of lesser intellect, that doesn't mean you're stupid," feeling his brothers starting to fume, "knowing I have to dumb down my words so they can comprehend what I'm saying. So you shouldn't worry about their breast sizes. These will always stay perky, you should think on that when those thoughts start to form," Aron stated pulling his hands away.

"Wow. Did Aron just actually say something nice? Has the world ended?!" Troy said, in shock. Aron rolled his eyes at his brother's words.

"I'll keep that in mind Aron..." Her eyes glanced down as Aron's phone rang in his pocket.

"Aron... we talked about this..." Vera's words were cut off as Aron rose from his seat and walked into the other room.

"What's that about?" Tazia asked, looking over at her sister.

"How would I know?" Shrugging her shoulders, "Aron hasn't been home in three years, who knows what he's done in that time," Vera said, her hurt finding its way into her words. "It's not like he opens up to one of us."

"It's going to be okay sis," Chery said, rubbing Vera's back. Feeling her sister tense as Aron walked back into the room and plucked the sketch pad from under his chair.

"Have to go to work," Aron said, offhandedly. "Loved dinner Mom." His voice trailed after him as he entered the living room.

"Aron!" Vera called out after him her worry was clear as day.

"Yeah?" His face appeared around the doorframe.

"You be safe okay?"

"Yes Mom, no fighting electric powered villains," Aron joked as he walked towards the elevator.

"What did he mean by that?" Neil asked, confused.

"A little over two weeks ago we," gesturing to her children and husband, "were fighting a giant robot that was attacking downtown. Noah and Troy got hurt and we weren't damaging it in the least. So I called the one person I knew that wouldn't be harmed or so I thought."

"Aron got electrocuted, I thought he was dead but I was able to get his heart going again," Isabel said, cutting in.

"Yet the multiple .50 caliber bullets he took at point blank range didn't even phase him," Lyle recounted.

"Sit sister," Aminah said, patting Aron's seat.

"Void? Is something wrong?"

"We have work to do. Do a check on your weapon systems we might need them," Aron said, pulling the coat off the mannequin.

"Roger... all system are green. Are you suspecting more trouble than you can handle?"

"Perhaps," Aron agreed as his arm slid through the sleeve.

"Understood, disengaging safe locks."

"Aron! Wait!" Tazia called out as he was halfway to the jet bike as the elevator doors rolled open.

"Yeah?" Watching how she ran up to him. Aron had a perplexed look on his face when she pulled off his mask. Just like the kiss before he was left breathless all over again. He felt his arms moving, pulling her tightly against him as their kiss lasted more than a minute.

"That's for making me feel good about my breasts, and to tell you to come back quickly. Cause I really want to feel your lips on them," Tazia said, with a smile on her face as she backed away. "Now whoever you're going off to face show them no quarter, as my grandfather would have said, if he had lived."

"Right." Aron wondered why she looked more feminine as she stood there watching him with her hands behind her back. "Veil switch to assault mode," Aron commanded as he shot down the tunnel.

"Incoming transmission from Agent Honeybell, shall I put it through?"

"Go ahead," Aron said, when they were halfway to their target location.

"Void?"

"Yeah?"

"You'll be going in alone. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Shouldn't be a problem, do I detect a bit of worry in your voice?" Aron teased.

"... Maybe, did you think I took those pictures just for you to look at and not want to see if you would bend me over?"

"Umm... I think these people are so going to be confused when I drop in."

"Why? Did that get you hard?" Honeybell asked, with a slight chuckle.

"A little bit," Aron admitted.

"Good. I hoped it would. Don't worry this line is secure so it's just you and me on here. So let me ask, did you... jack off to them?"

"I plead the 5th."

"Mmm... just what I wanted to hear. You know I know about your family right?"

"Do what?!" Aron asked confused, as she dropped that bomb on him.

"Did you think I wouldn't do an in-depth background check on them when I was assigned as your handler? And that went back to your great-grandfather. You sort of look like him."

"Wait. Wait. You have a picture of Void?" Aron asked, his interest pegged.

"Sure do, maybe I'll let you see it when this mission is over, and the mission isn't over until your back safely and my legs wrapped around you."

"Yeah, I'm gonna need fly into a cold front here soon," Aron joked, he felt a smile lifting the corners of his lips at her laugher. "So... what exactly do you know about them?"

"Everything. What's it like fucking your sister and mother?"

"Were you watching?"

"No. your base is too tightly guarded to get a bug in there. However, your house isn't, but fear not that was my own bug and not the agency's. And are they really going to have an orgy, that sounds... interesting."

"Can we not talk about things that would make it hard for me to face murderous villains with a straight face?!"

"Can your suit display video?"

"Yes," Aron stated when Veil silently confirmed to keep her presence hidden. His eyes widen as Honeybell's moans vibrated his ear drums as she DPed herself with two different dildos. Listening how she called out his real name as she thrust those rubberized phallus' deep into her ass and cunt. Watching how she hurriedly pulled the dildo from her pussy and loudly slapped that wet, soaked peach. Rubbing her clit until she released a squirt that landed on her bed two feet away. "Holy?!"

"Like what you see?" There was an amused uplift in her voice as she said that.

"Umm... yeah."

"Good. I took that after the night of the bank robbery so I'd be as tight as I could be for when I fuck you."

"O-okay, I have to ask, why me?" Aron asked, slowing the bike and switching it over to hover mode. He so couldn't fight with a raging hard-on. Spinning around on the seat looking down at the lake below them to make sure no one would wonder why he was just hovering there in the middle of nowhere.

"You want me to be honest?"

"Yes."

"I find you cute, and I kind of want to watch your family's love up close. Void, what are you doing... are you jacking off right now?" Honeybell asked, hearing his increased breathing.

"You want honesty?"

"Mmmhmm," Honeybell purred.

"Yes, I am."

"Can you show me?"

"Tying into your phone." Nodding his head in understanding as Veil typed out her response.

"Is this live?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Oh fuck yes, stroke that cock for me. Fuck this is making me wet," Honeybell lightly moaned. "Void I have my hand down my pants, and rubbing my clit thinking it was my mouth on that cock... fuck did it just swell?!" Aron could almost see her drooling. "Oh fuck Void, I'm going to cum... that's it keep beating that cock as you listen as I..." Aron couldn't hold it as he listened as she mewed and panted in her throes of her orgasm. "Fuck, I so needed that, thank you Void. I'm so saving this video!"

"Let's just hope you weren't in the command center... that could get weird."

"Tell me about it," Honeybell agreed with a soft laugh. "No, I'm in my office. I'll head out there after... I clean up my dripping pussy and have a little taste of my cream. How close are you to the target?"

"Ten miles," Aron stated spinning back around after he stuffed his soiled cock back into his underwear. Very glad every drop found its way to the surface of the lake and not on the seat of the bike. He so didn't need them questioning why there were cum stains on the seat.

"Okay, we'll be imposing radio silence here in a minute. There will be a team waiting on standby once you secure the area. They'll know when its time to move in. Once they arrive you're free to leave. Do try to keep some alive. Dead terrorist are hard to interrogate."

"I'll do my best."

"And once that's over, I'll tell you how to find my condo, and well I'll let you infer what will happen then. Until then Void, be safe." With that Aron kicked on the afterburner and rocketed towards the target.

"Veil, how many heat signatures do you read?" Aron asked, as he stared down at the warehouse as he had Veil hover the bike a hundred and fifty feet in the air.

"I count thirty."

"Any metahuman signatures?" Aron asked, his fist clenched causing the leather to squeak as he readied himself for the fight ahead.

"Negative."

"Okay, once I'm off hide the bike in a safe place," Aron directed; he so wasn't about to hitchhike home.

"Understood." The air whipped in his ear as he fell feet first toward the roof. Crashing through the metal roof, noting the shocked looks on the men's and a few women's faces he saw as he fell to the concrete floor. It didn't take long for them to get over their shock. Reaching behind him, feeling two round spheres filling his hands as bullets deformed and fell to the ground; some ricocheted causing a few to seek cover.

"Veil watch the front and dart any who try to escape," Aron commanded as the drones sprung to life.

"Yes Void." His eyes ran down the weapons list as the drones darted away to fulfill their task. Aron's head snapped to the left at the sound of a grenade launcher snapped closed. Granted he didn't feel the impact of the grenade as it struck his stomach nor the fire of the explosion that engulfed him. Sending him flying backwards crashing into wooden crates. Guns, ammo, other numerous things were scattered along the floor as those within the warehouse celebrated at the thought of killing a hero.

"Veil, arm the missiles."

"Understood. Void there is damage to the midsection." His eyes ran over the display as the damaged sections of his suit flashed on the screen. "I'd advise you not to take another grenade at that range."

"Yeah... rather not have you disappearing on me," Aron said, as he climbed out of the rubble. "Veil calculate the spread needed to bring the roof down to cut their retreat from the rear off." Lifting up his left arm as Veil targeted the points in the roof that would bring it down. Rolling his head as he listened to the explosions, the screams, and the crashing of metal. Smiling sadistically at the fear he saw on their faces.

"Die! Die! Die you piece of shit!" A woman hissed as she jumped onto Aron's back. Her ka-bar knife repeatedly stabbed him only to shatter as it struck his chest for the fifth time. Shrugging her off, bringing up his left hand and flicking her forehead knocking her out cold.

The drones quickly flew down to him and landed gently in his hands once his task was complete. Looking over his shoulder at all of the bodies strewn across the floor. While some had died when he brought the roof down, a great many others were still alive per Honeybell's request.

"Veil, pick up," Aron spoke nodding his head to the team leader as he moved past him as he left the warehouse.

"Incoming transmission. It's from your mother." Aron sighed as he took off.

"Put her on."

"Aron?! Where are you?"

"Right now? Somewhere in the Midwest," Aron said, truthfully.

"Why are you in the Midwest?!"

"Told you I was working."

"Is this the job you told me about when you first came home?"

"No, this one is kind of new. There a reason your calling?"

"I'm worried about you Aron. I'm worried that you'll get in over your head without us watching your back."

"Everything is fine Mom; I'll be home in the morning... I have to go," Aron said, seeing Honeybell's line flashing on the screen.

"Aron! Aron we aren't..." Aron knew he was going to pay for that, yet she would only worry if he told her the truth.

"I just got the report. That's some major damage you've caused."

"Couldn't be helped."

"Well, at least you left some alive, so there's that. I thank you for that. You weren't injured, were you?"

"Not to my body, but my suit needs some TLC."

"That's good to hear Void. We would hate for you to be put on the injured list. Then I would have to wait to feel you between my legs." Honeybell whispered the last part so only he would hear it. "How long will it take for you to get back to the city?"

"Two hours."

"Good. Gives me time, I'm sending you the coordinates now..." Slowing the bike, as Veil mapped out the route for him. "I'll leave a red scarf on the balcony door, so you'll know where my bedroom is," Honeybell said, telling him which floor of the condo her home was located on.

The lights of Metaville were like a beacon for him as he neared the city of his birth. His eyes running along the screen as Veil displayed the air space ahead of him so he wouldn't fly into a helicopter and to keep his presence from those below. Slowing his bike as he circled the building relying on Veil to spot the scarf.

"Okay Veil, park the bike on the roof until..." Turning around as he heard the door to Honeybell's balcony open. His mouth went dry as she stood in a sky blue robe that barely covered her ass. Her brown hair hung down her chest, noting she had put a few curls in her bangs. Her brown eyes held a sultry look in them as her index finger beckoned to him.

"I understand. I shall wait on the roof. Enjoy yourself Void." Looking up as Veil zipped off to hide the jet bike from prying eyes. A salacious smile was on her face as she backed into her home as Aron followed after her.

Honeybell's hands gently reached up and slowly rolled up his mask, however, before she reached his eyes her lips tasted his. Dropping his mask behind him as her arms rested on his shoulders. Her fingers weaved through his hair; she knew she was breaking protocol in doing this. She didn't care, only she knew it was Aron in the suit. Only she knew he had powers, she knew if the agency knew that he did, they would be using him for more than just his inventions. She knew they would send him on missions far more dangerous than the one she just did. They wouldn't care if he was only eighteen, to them he would only be an asset. To her... to her he would be her superpowered secret obsession.

"Aron are you hurt?" Honeybell asked, her fingertips lightly ran along the damaged portion to his suit.

"No, H..."

"Sara, my real name is Sara," she said, looking deeply into his eyes.

"No, Sara, I'm pretty much impervious to harm. But you already know that," Aron said, seeing her checks heat. Reaching forward, gently pulling the knot of her belt loose. Listening to the deep inhalation of her breath as his hands cradled her 36C breasts. His eyes studied her face as Sara had a rather cute look on her face as she whimpered and softly bit her lower lip.

Sara's shaky hands covered his as he fondled, caressed, and tenderly touched her orbs. Pushing his hands away, smiling sweetly at him as she slid his coat from his shoulders. Her fingers curled around the hem of his shirt as she undressed Aron. Her hands gently stroked Aron to full mast once he stood naked in her bedroom.

"Aron?"

"Hmm?" Aron hummed as his toes curled in her carpet as her fingertips lightly danced along his shaft.

"This has to remain between us, otherwise they would transfer me to someone else. I don't want to be someone else's handler. I'm rather fond of you. Can you keep this between us?"

"As long as you keep what you know about my family secret then I won't inform the news I'm about to fuck the hot NSA agent," Aron said, with a coy smirk.

"Deal! I know you're not that experienced since until two days ago you were a virgin, but I want to feel your tongue on my pussy. Have you tasted pussy before?" Sara asked, with hungry eyes.

"Once."

"Your mother or...?"

"Sister," Aron said, matter-of-factly.

"Did you like it?" Sara queried, she so hoped he did.

"Can't say, I need more data to form an opinion on the matter," Aron stated seeing her smile spreading along her lips. Feeling her hands lightly trailing down his forearms before taking hold of his hands.

Leading him around her bed like a woman experienced in the matters of love making, which she was, gently pushing him down onto her bed. Her fingers trailed along his lips before reaching over for the large lighter sat on the night stand by her bed. Casting Aron a smile as she began to light the candles that ringed the room. The soft, warm, orange light flickered along the walls as Sara lowered the lights. She wanted this to be magical night for the two of them. While yes, she loved being fucked hard, as many women do, yet like every woman she loved the slow, passionate, tender love making as well.

Plus, she wasn't going to risk rough sex with Aron just yet, not until he could control his strength during the throes of passion. While she didn't know the full range of his strength, nonetheless, she wasn't going to chance it either. Her hips swayed, her breasts bounced, the light of the candles glinting along her light patch of fur. Sara liked a little hair on her mons Venus, just not around her hot, little mound. She was very considerate to her lovers. She didn't like a mouth full of hair, and she knew they didn't either. Arching an eyebrow as Aron's cock fixed with a loud thud against his stomach something she's never heard a male organ do before. Wondering if his superstrength encompassed his cock as well. A sinful thought formed in her mind pondering if his cock alone could hold her up.

"I think if we both pleasure each other at the same time would be good, don't you think?" Sara asked, as her knee compressed the mattress.

Taking a dry swallow as Sara positioned her mound just an inch above his mouth. Listening to her light whimper as he softly blew along her heated labia. Thinking back to the research he had done on cunnilingus. Like with everything he did he always researched before putting the theory into practice. While he knew he wouldn't be as good as anyone before him, Aron wasn't going to give less than a hundred percent.

"Oh Aron!" Sara moaned as she felt his tongue running up her slit. Feeling her labia part, her body trembling as that pink muscle ran up her vulva. Moving her hips to help his inexperienced tongue, not that that was a problem, if everything went as planned she would be teaching him how to perfectly move that tongue of his. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, "I certainly must live up to my end of the deal," she said to herself. Quickly pulling off his rod when she felt him nearing the edge. She wanted him shooting his load into her hot pussy and not down her throat, at least not during their first coupling. Later, and there would be a later, she would show him everything about sex.

"So do you always use two dildos?" Aron asked, as Sara was poised to take him deep into the core of her heat. A sly smirk formed on his face at how she appeared like a deer in the headlights as she simply froze staring down at him.

"Most of the time," Sara stated feeling her face heat rapidly. "W-why do you ask now all of a sudden?"

"I kind of like to see that thing you did at the end again," Aron admitted.

"You want to see me squirt?" Sara queried, as her eyes lit up at his nod. "You sure?" Her heart raced as she was met with another nod. She did like it when there was a toy in her ass, or in her pussy if a cock was occupying her brown eye. She always made sure her ass was as clean as possible; she hated soiling her toys. Even though she thoroughly cleaned her toys after they've been in her ass, hygiene was very important. She just didn't think Aron would be ready for that yet. "Can you keep your hard-on for a moment while I fish out my plug? I only use it when I'm being fucked by a man."

"Yeah, I will be looking at you, kind of hard for that thing to go down," Aron said, with a genuine smile. Seeing Sara's cheeks blush deeply at his words.

Leaning forward, her tongue darting into his mouth, loving how her breasts felt against his chest. Sucking on his lower lip as she pulled away. "You want to watch as I put it in?" Sara asked, a hungry light appeared in her eyes as Aron nodded. Watching his eyes as she reached over and pulled open her nightstands drawer. Pulling out the small clear butt plug and a small bottle of lube. Swinging her legs over his lap and pointing her ass at him as she pressed her face against the mattress so Aron would have a good view of her starfish. Putting a small drop of the lube on the plug and spreading it along its glassy surface.

Biting her lip, as she used the tip to lube her anus. Sucking in a breath as she inched it deeper gradually fucking herself with it before it eased into her ass. Shuddering as the heat of her body activated the components in the lube. Keeping her fingers on the base as her ass relaxed and squeezed the plug trying to force it out of her hole.

"Did you like the show?" Sara asked, with a wanton smile as she returned back to the position she once had.

"Do you really like... it up there?" Aron queried his inexperience showing.

"Mmmhmm," Sara nodded watching how Aron's eyes fluttered as she ran his mushroom top through her labia. "Would you like to stick this hard cock in my ass?" Moaning as she sank down onto his dagger. "Because I'd really like to feel you back there, but first we need to work on your gentleness, because anal sex, at least with me, can't be rough. I do have to work, and it will be strange when people ask why I can't sit." Sara said, with a coy smile as she rolled her hips.

"F-fuck," Aron groaned.

"Yes Aron, do you feel the plug rubbing against your cock as I fuck you?"

"Y-yes," Aron said, breathlessly.

"Good," pumping her hips as she rode him hard, "god, Aron, your cock... feels so good," Sara moaned, her nails scraped down his chest as her canal quivered getting her to her point that he so wanted to see. Leaning back so he could watch, her sultry eyes gazed at him as he thrust his cock into her as she rubbed her clit rapidly. Tossing her head back, squealing in delight as a stream shot out coating Aron's chest. "So Aron, everything you wanted to see?" Sara asked, her chest heaving, her breasts moving with the thrust of his hips as she licked her fingers clean.

"Can you do that again?" Aron asked, with a taunting smile.

"Oh, I'm so going to enjoy you," Sara laughed happily as she rolled them over.

"Fuck... that was great," Sara gasped, breathing heavily, feeling Aron's three loads oozing out of her well spent cunt. Looking over at him, she knew if he didn't have that superpower of his he would have keeled over after the second round. Not that she was complaining, far from it. She loved the fact that they had done this. Over the years they had built a rapport with one another. So she knew all his quirks, his slights, and how caring he could be, that he kept hidden under the guise of arrogance to keep people at a distance. The fact that he had rushed to her aid spoke of that. Noticing the time, she knew he had to leave to keep people and her agency unaware of their affair. Yet first Aron needed to shower. She certainly couldn't send him home smelling like her sex, now could she? No. They had to remain as secret as they could. She had no interest in being transferred to some backwater listening post. "Aron go jump in the shower, then you need to get home," Sara said, lightly patting his chest.

Sara stood with her sheet wrapped around her naked body. Gently pulling down his mask, loving how her cunt throbbed in satisfaction. She could grow used to this as she smiled warmly at him. She couldn't resist: she had to get one last kiss in before he left. Sara knew they couldn't do this every day. That would draw too much attention to them. So, she would have to be content to their nightly rendezvous when the darkness would cover his arrival to her home. Resting her head against the doorframe as Aron stood on the wall of her balcony. Watching how the tails of his coat flapped in the wind as he looked back at her. Her hand clutched the sheet at the valley of her orbs. A warm smile appeared on her lips as she waved at him. Turning her head as her secret line beeped.

"Agent Honeybell? How did it go?" A salt and pepper haired man appeared on the screen of her TV. Noting how his eyes were slyly running down her body.

"The hero named Void has reached stage one of our plan," Sara spoke seeing his smile as she displayed her naked body namely the cum that was running down her thighs to him. Hoping that Aron could forgive her for this. It was never her intention to trick him, yet she was following orders. Aron was just too dangerous not to have a plan in place in case he ever went rouge.

"Very good. How soon do you think you can find his weakness in case we need to take him out?"

"I can't say sir, his body seems to be unhindered by harm," Sara said, bringing up the fight with the robot they had unleashed to test Aron. She had edited out the part where he had been electrocuted. She might be moving behind his back, that didn't mean she didn't care about him. Her hiding how he was electrocuted was evidence to that. Yet she was an agent for the government she had to make sure Aron never became a threat to them. "As you can see, the M134 had little affect on him even at point blank range."

"I see. Then you have my permission to continue this pretense of a love affair. We'll, move to phase two when you have this Void character under your thumb."

"Yes sir," Sara nodded.

"Get some sleep Agent Honeybell, I'll be in touch."

"Forgive me Aron," Sara spoke softly to her empty room.

"Void?"

"Yeah?" Aron replied as he was nearing the tunnel that lead to his family's base.

"You know you can't trust that woman, correct?"

"I know. She is a spy after all," Aron stated knowing she never once showed an interest in him like that in the two years he had known her. So he had the assumption that she was working under orders. If that was the case, he had to make sure he was a tad more tight lipped around her. That didn't mean he wasn't going to fuck her. If she was willing, who was he to say no? Plus, how else was he to learn of her plans if he kept her at arm's length.

"Good. I would hate for you to know the pain of betrayal."

"Awe. You do care," Aron chuckled teasingly as he entered the tunnel.

"Of course, I do. You are Void."

"Love you too, Veil," Aron said, pulling off his mask once he dismounted the bike. Arching an eyebrow when the clothes he had left in the lab were gone. Placing the suit on the mannequin, stepping back as the doors rolled closed, "Okay Veil, start the repair."

"Yes, Void."

"How long until completion?" Aron asked, checking his coat ensuring that it needed a round in the booth as he stood in his boxers.

"Ten hours. The damage was extensive to the suits systems."

"Okay then, I'm gonna get some sleep. Night Veil," Aron said, as he turned off the lights in the lab as he left.

"Night Void. Pleasant dreams."

Aron looked up the stairs as he headed for the basement door. Granted he hadn't been curious about what they had done to his room... until now. Given that he didn't see a single soul sleeping on the ground floor. Walking silently as he could, Aron had no wish to wake them from their slumber. His old bedroom door slowly inched open. His eyebrow rose at the sight of the giant floor cushion that stretched from wall to wall. His eyes moving along his sister's, mother's and her sororal, bodies as they slept nestled against their partners. Unaware that in that darkness his mother had awoken, biting her lip silently thanking whoever would listen that her son was safe and home as the door slowly closed.

"Hey, you going to get up anytime this century?" Tazia asked, as she kicked the corner of his bed.

"Go away," Aron groaned as he rolled over.

"Not going to happen," Tazia stated her eyes running down Aron's bare back. "Guess I'm going to have to get you up." A smirk formed on her lips as Aron rolled back towards her as she stood bare chested beside him. Pushing down her boy shorts, watching how his eyes fell on her triangle patch of hair as her underwear hit the floor.

Lifting his cover she slid her naked body in beside him. Gently rubbing her thigh along his as she snuggled her body against his. "I waited for you to come home last night," Tazia cooed as her fingers lazily traced along Aron's chest. She knew something had happened last night. The look on her sister's face told her that much when she screamed when they were before the mainframe. They all had rushed into the lab, only to see the damage done to his suit. Yet as her fingertips danced along his stomach she didn't see a hint of injury to his body. "So I thought I could be the first one you get to fuck this morning," Tazia purred slipping her hand beneath the sheet. Her light green eyes glinted hungrily as her hand grasped his soft member.

"What time is it anyway?"

"Ten in the morning," Tazia muttered as her nose trailed along Aron's jaw. "Aron?"

"Hmm?"

"You do find me attractive right?" Tazia asked, slowly moving her body on top of his. Wondering if her nephew always slept in the nude.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Because I am ovulating," Tazia purred, her nails skimmed along his growing rod. Pressing her mound against it, allowing Aron to feel the heat of her cunt as the thought of carrying his child caused a conflagration in the core of her womanhood.

"And I'm sure you had..." Arching an eyebrow as Tazia shook her head.

"No Aron, I made them all wear condoms when they fucked me last night. You're the one who said you liked my breast, the one who told me having a child would increase them without being demeaning about it. So, you're going to be the one who seeds my egg, and I will carry our child. Will you love him or her Aron?" Feeling her dew coating his cock as her labia glided along his shaft.

"Wait?! You're serious about this?" Aron spoke tilting his head.

"Of course, I am Aron. I might be a loudmouth but I know I'd make an excellent mother," Tazia replied watching his eyes flutter as she rubbed her clit on his bulbous head. Whimpering as Aron finally cradled her breasts. "Yes Aron, play with them. They love it when they're cradled so gently in your hands," she cooed, sucking on her lip, closing her eyes enjoying the sensation. "Just think of it Aron, me and you, raising our child. Me bent over taking this cock anytime you want." Staring into his eyes as she lifted up, placing the head of his rod at the entrance of canal. "Not so hard, they're sensitive Aron," Tazia said bashfully, as her mound welcomed her nephew's cock as he pressed his head against his pillow. "I take it you love the feel of your aunt's pussy?" Slowly rocking her hips, gently making love to Aron. If she wanted to be fucked she would've went to one of the other men in the house. No. She wanted to be made love to, and to give it in return. After all they were going to be connected in ways the others could never understand.

"Y-yes," Aron groaned. In truth, Aron never thought he would be. Yet as the warmth of his aunt's sex soaked into his member, he just couldn't think there was anything wrong with this, even though his logical mind said it was, his more primal mind overwrote its complaints on the matter.

"Good," Tazia purred before leaning down and passionately kissing her nephew.

"Oh God! Yes Aron, fuck me!" Tazia moaned loudly as her legs were pointed in the air as Aron pumped that hard cock into her molten peach. "Aron!" she screamed out as her folds clamped around his cock as she came. Her light green eyes held a hunger and a satisfied look in their depths as that piston of his pumped into her wet, hot sex. Smelling it on the air as she wrapped her legs around him. She wasn't going to let him go. Not until he dumped that hot cum of his into her womb. She could almost feel her egg just waiting, longing for those little swimmers to find it. Giggling madly as Aron wrapped his arms around her lifting her off his bed, his hands on her ass as he used his strength to move her body along that slick cock of his as Aron knelt on his bed. Looking down, biting her lip loving how her cream looked coating that cock of his. "You like how I bounce on this cock don't you Aron?" Tazia asked, squeezing her folds as he impaled her on his thick branch. "Because I love feeling your cock deep inside of me," she panted kissing her nephew. Her eyes falling on the small crowd they had gathered. Her eyes smirked at Aminah knowing how she wanted to be the first to taste the newest member of their little group. Especially given how she knew about her sister's desire for massive intellect in a man. "That's it Aron, thrust all that cock into me!" Tossing her head back, moaning to the ceiling as she felt his semen erupting deep in her womb.

"You better fuck us just as well too," Aminah pouted crossing her arms below her breasts. Watching how Aron's head snapped over to her as Chery nodded in agreement. To how he looked back to Tazia who wore a huge smile on her face as her fingers lightly played with her clit as she bit her lip. His seed oozing out of her cunt and down to his bed.

"We honor your wishes in not wanting to be a part of our orgies, yet you can't leave your other aunts out," Chery said, standing in her bra and panties. She never wore clothes when she was home, only when they were expecting company or during dinner. Why deprive her family of the pleasure of seeing her lustful body? Cocking out her hip, feeling her labia slipped out from her panties. Letting her nephew see the reddishness of her lips.

"Yes, and you better make it good too," Aminah said, her hurt clear as day as she plumped out her lower lip. Her forearms lifting her breasts. Her pink, hard, nipples showing through her light blue teddy, her matching lace thong showing off her mound for her nephew's eyes. "So you best be able to get it up again, because we aren't leaving until we each of us has had a good fucking." Chery nodded in support.

"So how about since Tazia has had her load deposited. You take care of the rest of your family," Chery said, reaching back and unclasping her bra. "I promise it will be one on one, or are you just saying you rather have the women to yourself?" she asked, dropping her bra to the floor as her 38C breasts bounced against her chest.

"I've thought of that too," Aminah nodded, as she inched down her thong. "You've never had a threesome before. I think that's why you don't want to participate in our family orgies. So how about we try something, think of it like an experiment, and lets see if you like being with the both of us?" she said, as her teddy floated to the floor. "If you don't like the experience we will never ask you, ever again, to join us," Aminah cooed, her fingertips lightly pressed on the underside of his chin. Her blue eyes lusted as she stared into her nephew's eyes. Her lips inches away from his. If her sister was willing to carry Aron's child, her mind raced with the possibilities of the offspring two geniuses could produce. "What do you think of the parameters for this little experiment of ours?"

"Not in my basement you don't!" Vera cut in. Her eyebrow twitched at the sight of her naked sisters. "I can't even leave the house long enough to grocery shop, and I come home to find this!"

"Come on sis, you are the one that put him in the basement in the first place," Chery said, smirking at her sister from over her shoulder.

"Technically, we are in his bedroom," Aminah stated turning to face her older sister. Her left hand ran along her left breasts lifting it and allowing it to wiggle before Aron's eyes.

"But... it's Aron's first time, I want to be there too," Vera said bashfully, looking away.

"Awe, isn't that sweet," Tazia giggled as she wiggled into her boy shorts all to keep her nephew's cum deep within her cunt. Also so it would give his little swimmers all the time they needed to find that little egg of hers. "Aron," reaching down, bringing his hand up, placing his hand on her left breast, "just know, whatever you choose know that I'll always be willing to line your bed. We are, after all, going to have a baby,"

"A baby!" Vera shouted.

"Vera what's going on down there?!" Noah inquired, as he hurried down the steps.

"T-T-Tazia..." Vera muttered to in shock to utter the words.

"What?" Tazia smirked as she sauntered towards her sister as her shirt slid down her chest. "Is knowing the fact that your son, the man I've chosen, is going to be the father of my child too shocking for you?" Loving the look on Noah's and Vera's faces. "Aron you won't be sleeping alone tonight. I think I'm going to need another sperm deposit to ensure the bun is in the oven, as the saying goes," Tazia said, blowing Aron a kiss before walking up the stairs.

"Don't look so shocked sister, Tazia wasn't the only one thinking that very thing," Aminah said, looking at her sister then down to Aron. "Just think of it Aron. Our intellect, the powers that might come about in the child that we sire together? Think of it Aron, Me," taking hold of his hands, placing his left hand on her breast while guiding his other to her awaiting mound, "my body," trembling as she ran his fingers through her labia, "by your side, wrapping you in heavenly bliss every day and night. Letting you do..." Her eyes fluttered, her womb clenched as Aron needed no prompting in fondling her left breast, "whatever you want to do to me..."

"No!" Vera yelled.

"Something the matter sister?" Chery asked, her eyes taunting Vera as her face was going red. "Neither Tazia nor Aminah are married, as you know, unlike you and I," referring to Carl and Neil, Chery just allowed them to share in her sisters, "I see no problem with them seeking out a child within the family, just as it should be, or are you saying you don't approve of your sisters carrying your son's child?"

"Mom, Dad, what's this about Aunt Tazia having a baby?" Vera's other children asked in unison.

"Well, sister? Something got your tongue? It isn't like you partake in my husbands as I do with yours," Chery said, puckering her lips at Noah.

"Aron's too young to be a f-f-father," Vera stammered.

"He's eighteen, just like Dad was when Neil was born. And he was a great Dad, are you saying Aron won't be?"

"No, of course not! I'm..."

"Jealous that your sisters are having your son's babies and you can't, is that the reason?" Chery asked, knowing she hit the nail on the head. Her eyes glanced over to Aminah as she orgasmed.​