Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark

"Y-y-yes," Aron muttered weakly.

"What was that Aron, I didn't quite catch it," Aminah cooed, inhaling his scent as her nose trailed along Aron's cheek.

"Yes! I want to fuck you," Aron growled as his aunt gently kneaded the head of his cock.

"Then do it Aron, take what's yours. Make me moan as you hammer this cock into to my wet, hot cunt. Take me as your woman, breed me, use me, but love me," Aminah said, with a triumphant smile as she slipped her hand from his pants.

The table jolted as Aron pushed off it, Aminah's hands clawed, tore, tugged at every part of his body as Aron assaulted her lips with a passion. Their primal lust burned in a roaring conflagration as she bit his lower lip as his hands took hold of her ass and lifted her onto the table. The wild look of hunger and lust burned deep within her blue eyes as Aron thrust up her skirt and snatched her thong to the side. Telling her he was going to take her then and there. Her hands weren't idle, no, Aminah's fingers sought out the one thing that would forever quench her desires.

Gasping as Aron thrust his hard rod into her hot mound. Sending it deep into the core of her wet heat. Her legs wrapped around his waist; her calves pressed against his ass pushing him deeper into her paradise. Her moan's filled the air as Aron kissed down her neck. Her thighs trembled, her heart quaked, her eyes stood frozen as did her gaping mouth before Aminah released a thunderous wail as she came hard on her nephew's dagger.

"That's it Aron, keep fucking me. Pound that pussy, make it sore so it will remember who it belongs to," Aminah growled demonically as she kissed him with such passion as she hasn't felt since she first did this with her father. Moaning into his mouth as his hands fondled her breasts. Squealing and whimpering when he tugged on her nipples.

"You going to keep fucking everyone else?" Aron asked, in a commanding tone. Listening to her gasp once, twice, thrice he sent his rod deep inside of her.

"Y-y-yes," Aminah answered breathlessly. "Yet you'll be the only man that will ever get to cum inside freely. My body belongs to you, Aron. They're just renting it for a time. I promise only you shall ever fuck me raw..." Tossing her head back, feeling her juices leaking out and coating the table as Aron increased his speed, "Oh god! Oh god! Fuck!" Aminah wailed as Aron hammered the point of his sword home. "Aron!" she screamed out as her womb unleashed a torrent of orgasmic juices.

"I can live with that."

"Good. I'm glad, because I don't want to have to choose between you or my family, ever," Aminah panted her hand rested on the back of his head. Her thumb brushed along strands of his hair. Pressing her forehead against his, staring into his eyes as he awoke another wave of bliss deep within her womanhood. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Cum with me Aron, cum inside your aunt's pussy. Feel how good it feels knowing you're seeding your woman." Collapsing into his arms as she rode out her aftershocks once the last rope of his semen filled her womb. Turning her head, biting her lip, growing bashful as her family members stood in the doorway as they clapped.

"Damn sis, didn't know you had a set of lungs on you," Neil teased.

"Don't you get any ideas that baby batter is mine too!" Tazia huffed, crossing her arms.

"How... long have you all been standing there?" Aron asked, trying to draw breath wondering why Lyle was blushing which was totally weird in and of itself.

"Just right before you came," Isabel answered, knowing tomorrow after he's rested he was definitely going to fuck her just as hard. She was not going to be one upped by her aunts or mother.

"Come on, lets give them a moment to recover," Noah said, smiling at his son.

Aron couldn't understand why Lyle was looking at him like that as he left with the others, nor why his brother was blushing. He was sure that wasn't the first or the second time Lyle had stumbled upon one of the others having sex. Unless... "Nah... he couldn't be attracted to me if he was he'd go after Troy. After all they do spend a lot of time together," Aron said to himself, shaking the thought from his head.

"Aron..." Aminah's cheeks heated as she felt her nephew shrinking in her womanhood as her hands curled around his shirt, "the 28th is when I'm at my peak fertility. I want the first load of the day; it will be the biggest one. Do you think you can?" she asked, brushing her hair behind her ear. Looking down as her fingers fidgeted with his shirt, her cheeks held a deep hue to them as she squeezed her folds as Aron continued to shrink.

"Sure, if you want."

"Mmmkay!" Aminah said softly, getting a quick kiss in. "We best go out there or they'll just mess up our lab," she uttered shyly, rubbing her calves along the back of his legs.

"Ours?!" Aron arched an eyebrow in a teasing way. Watching how Aminah nodded her head very vehemently.

"Don't you want to work side by side?" Aminah asked, biting her lip, lightly slapping his upper left arm as he smirked at her knowing he was teasing her. "Here. You can't go out there with a wet cock," she spoke squatting down and cleaning her nephew's rod of her cream.

"Well now, now that everyone is here..." Her cheek twitched as her sister smirked at her, "Aron let's come up with a plan to get that rocket. The sooner we get it into orbit the sooner we can put an end to this," Vera said, her jealousy rising as Aminah slipped her hand into Aron's.

"Already thought of one," Aron stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Then let's hear it," Chery directed to which the rest nodded.

"Seeing how it would be prudent for me to stay here and work with Aunt Aminah to build the sensor. Uncle Carl and," turning to his older brother, "can you turn into a woman?" Aron asked, arching an eyebrow as Lyle had a nervous look in his eyes and how red his face was getting.

"W-w-why?" Lyle's voice cracked; his chest heaved as all eyes were on him.

"Honey," Vera cooed softly, "don't you think it's time?"

"But Mom..."

"It's okay honey, it won't leave this room. Your father and I know why you don't want to, but don't you think it's time your family knows the real you?" Vera asked, her hands gently caressing her daughter's face seeing her shyness rushing to the surface. "Show your family how beautiful you are Lyla."

"What?! That's a girl's name," Isabel stammered.

"It is," Noah nodded in agreement. "It's the name we gave our daughter, your older sister," he said, proudly.

"Sister?!" Troy and Isabel gasped in unison.

"But what if they laugh at me," Lyle whispered his voice softening and becoming more feminine as the words left his lips as Lyle's once blue-green eyes dissolved and their true greenish-brown shown through. Vera noted how Lyla's eyes glanced over her shoulder towards Aron.

"Baby, no one is going to laugh at you. More than likely the men here will probably be drooling over themselves, except Aron," Vera said, knowing that was the truth. Given Lyla's vast perky and firm bust size (38DD), her flat, smooth stomach, her shapely hips. Lyla's nearly flawless skin, her fine jaw line, her lush, full, inviting lips, her same crimson hair, her sculpted nose, her long eyelashes, and her tight, light apple shape butt. Although, she was a tad jealous of her daughter, Lyla would never sag, she could use her abilities to keep her breasts as firm and youthful as she wanted. "He's probably the only one here that won't think with his dick," Vera stated smirking when her brothers, husband, and Troy shouted out 'Hey!'. "Remember you weren't the only one keeping a secret in this family. For my part Aron I'm sorry we forced your hand," looking back at her son over her shoulder seeing him nod, "but we need the real you right now. Can you show the others what your father and I already know?"

"But... what if they don't like the real me?" Lyla's real voice finally emerged revealing how soft and warm it was as her right hand rested on her mother's left forearm.

"Trust me baby, let them see the real you and I'm sure your fears will vanish. Not overnight, but in time you'll grow comfortable being in your real skin around them," Vera said lovingly, as her thumbs brushed along Lyla's high cheek bones as the face of her daughter finally appeared.

Her long, flowing, crimson hair tumbled down her back stopping just below her shoulder blades. Her once wide, masculine chest shrunk, her greenish-brown eyes glanced over to her male family members, except Aron who stood off to the right of her, jaws dropped as her breasts filled out her shirt. Her hands shot down taking hold of her pants as they grew far too loose on her hips. Noting how Tazia's hands flew to her own breasts and then mentally measuring how much bigger hers were as her hands moved away from her chest and groaned loudly. She could feel their eyes undressing her, her father always did so when she took on her true form. Morphing her ear drums so she could listen to their whispers. Listening to them speaking about how hot she was, how they wondered how her breasts would feel like. If she was still a virgin, which she was in that she's never slept with a man. All her sexual experience was from her time as Lyle. She loved being Lyle, loved pretending to be a man so that she wouldn't have to deal with the leers, the looks, the whispers, nor how female superheroes were treated or risk being violated if she was ever captured.

"Aren't you going to say something?!" Lyla asked bashfully, as she noted that Aron had yet to say a word as his eyes never once left her face.

"Huh?" Aron asked, confused.

"Don't you have some sarcastic retort, a witty remark about me hiding my identity?"

"I can offer you some if you like, but I thought that would be mean," Aron said, tilting his head to which Lyla shook her head. "So do I call you sis now?"

"I-i-if you want, Aron," Lyla said, shyly brushing her hair behind her ear. "I don't mind if you call me Lyla, Aron," she uttered, her cheeks rapidly heated.

"So... sis, all this time..." Instantly the women of the family surrounded Lyla. Forming a defensive ring around her to keep their horny, lustful men away from the fragile woman.

"Don't you go twisting her around your finger because you have someone new to play with," Vera said, in a stern voice. Staring down her brothers, husband, and Troy as they thought to put their moves on Lyla. "Give her time for fucks sake!"

"Yeah, if you don't," Tazia growled, her metal skin rapidly raced across her skin. Cracking her knuckles, "I'll beat it into you."

"Men," Chery rolled her eyes, it wasn't lost on her that Aron wasn't joining in.

"I can't believe it, I have a sister," Isabel sighed wrapping Lyla in a hug. "Do you want to go change, I know these clothes so don't do you justice," she said, her eyes ran down her body as she stood at arm's length. "We definitely need to get you a bra."

"Why? I like watching them bounce, don't you?" Lyla giggled as she lightly hopped causing her breasts to undulate in her shirt. It wasn't hard to see how the men's eyes were following their bounce nodding that they did indeed like watching them move. "What about you, Aron? Don't you like watching them?"

"Couldn't really see," Aron murmured. His eyes watched as they all moved with Lyla to keep the others at bay.

"How about now?" Her greenish-brown eyes watched his as they followed the sway of her breasts. Noting how her nipples were hardening due to the fabric rubbing along her sensitive buttons.

"They're... pretty, so..."

"Do you mean it?" Lyla asked, growing confident the longer she talked to her brother.

"Yeah, so..."

"How about we go upstairs and I have some clothes..." Aron was getting annoyed by being interrupted again and again.

"I have clothes Isabel," Lyla smiled warmly at her little sister, "clothes you might like," she stated while glancing at her little brother. "Come with, kay!" Holding out her hand to Aron, who was now totally confused.

"We'd like to come too..."

"No, you all will stay here, we'll make sure you do," Aminah ordered standing her ground.

"Then why is..."

"Because Aron is the only one not acting like a horny pig," Vera stated stepping up to her sister's side. "Lyla is very shy. And you horn dogs trying to mount her isn't going to boost her confidence in the least when we've been trying to get her to come out of her shell," she growled glaring at her husband who looked away. "Go on baby, go get changed we'll wait for you," Vera said, in a sweet motherly voice as she peered back at Lyla.

"If you don't like it then you can sleep on the couch," Chery said, staring down her own husbands who were smart enough to back down when they saw her temper rising.

"Sorry bro... Lyla," Troy apologized as he peered at his older sister through gaps of their ringed bodies. "I let my... well... you know, do the talking," he said, rubbing the back of his head in his embarrassment. "I didn't expect you to be so... attractive, or to look so much like Mom."

"Thanks," Lyla replied, dropping her head, hiding her blushing face behind a curtain of hair.

"So tell me again, why you need me to help you dress?" Aron asked, as the elevator doors rolled closed.

As they entered Lyla's (Lyle's), room it hadn't changed much since... as a matter-of-fact it hadn't changed one bit in ten years. Which to Aron's mind was impossible. That was until he watched how Lyla reached up and tapped on a small black device. Aron's eyes moved around the room as the holographic display faded away and showed Lyla's true personality as the room took on a more female feel to it.

"Oh, this smells so nice!" Isabel cooed as she sniffed Lyla's perfume bottle.

"You can try it if you like Isabel," Lyla said, slyly eyeing Aron as he looked around her room. "Do you like it Aron?"

"Always wondered why it smelled like a girl in here growing up. Who got you the holographic projector?" Aron asked, as the sound of her pants hit the floor.

"Dad," Lyla said, as a cloud of perfume filled the air. Her small feet slid effortless out of the size twelve tennis shoes.

"Mmm... this suits me quite nicely; don't you think sis?" Isabel asked, holding her arm out to Lyla.

"Mmmhmm," Lyla nodded. "Don't look... okay Aron?" she stated growing bashful all of the sudden.

"Want me to turn around or something?" Aron asked, noting how her hands lingered on the waistband of her boxer-briefs.

"Please?!" Lyla's voice was soft yet alluring as she peered over her shoulder.

"Alright," Aron sighed, "women are so weird," he groaned in his mind.

"Oh, I like these?! Where did you get them?" Isabel asked, picking up a lavender, lace, open-gusset thong from her sister's underwear drawer.

"Isabel!" Lyla gasped. "Not with Aron here," she said, through clenched teeth. Nodding her head behind her.

"What?! You really that shy?" Isabel asked, knowing their brother has seen more than just underwear. "Lyla you don't buy that kind of underwear if you don't plan on someone seeing you in them," she said, reaching out and lightly touching her sister's arm.

"But... I've only been naked," whispering the last word, "with Mom and Dad," Lyla said trembling slightly, her face burning red in her shyness

"So the times you portrayed yourself as Lyle doesn't count?" Isabel asked, she really wanted to understand.

"Lyle's... he's different, not like me..."

"Sort of like a different personality?" Aron asked, from over his shoulder without breaking his sister's boundaries.

"Exactly!" Lyla nodded.

"Okay, I understand. Then why bring Aron with us if you didn't want him to see you naked?"

"I want to show him my boobs!" Lyla whispered into her sister's ear giggling as she did.

"Oh?! Those things are big aren't they, can I touch them?" Isabel asked, to which Lyla nodded. "So have you and Dad...?" she inquired, nodding down to her trimmed tumbleweed style bush. Watching how her sister reacted as she gently cradled Lyla's orbs. Arching an eyebrow as her sister shook her head, and her face became flushed.

"I wanted," beckoning her sister closer, "Aron to be my first," Lyla whispered low. "He's always been so cute!"

"You know I can hear you, right?"

"Aron..."

"Listen, I get it, you've hid yourself away for fear of... I don't know. But fear is fear, doesn't matter the cause of the fear, granted I wasn't expecting you to be a girl when I asked if you could change into one. Alright, I'm still a little peeved that not one of you came to my award ceremonies, but your still my sister, or brother, or whatever you want to be." Aron's eyes shot wide as Lyla rushed up to him and pressed her 38DD breasts into his back.

"And that's why I want you to be my first," Lyla sighed as she hugged him tightly. "And we did come to them, we just didn't want our presence to take away from your achievements Aron, so everyone but me, wore optical camouflage. I was a fly on the ceiling at the two I attended. I'm sorry you felt that way Aron, really I am, but only one of us could go at a time in case the city was attacked."

"You all couldn't tell me this?"

"At the time we didn't think you would believe us," Isabel said, a little miffed at how good Lyla's ass looked compared to hers.

"So please, li'l brother, don't be mad," Lyla said, in a cute, adorable voice as she rubbed her breasts against his back.

"Okay, this is getting weird," Aron said, to himself as he pictured Lyle saying those words. It was going to take him some time to get used to the idea of Lyle actually being Lyla. "Only if the two of you can tell me right now, which awards I won."

"The Havemeier award, Henry Marshall Tory Medal" Isabel said, instantly.

"Barnard Medal for Meritorious Service to Science, Blavatnik Awards for Young Scientists," Lyla stated just as quickly.

"Wow. You were really there," Aron said, in surprise.

"Of course, we were Aron. We're family," Lyla said, sweetly into his ear.

"So we going to stand here all day...?" Aron cleared his throat as he felt himself hardening again at the softness of Lyla's breasts.

"We do need to get back down there," Isabel nodded.

"Okay, but first..." Feeling her shyness starting to overcome her, shaking it off, Aron was after all her brother, "promise me you won't laugh?" Lyla pleaded softly. Aron arched an eyebrow as he felt her fingers curling around his shirt. "Promise me, Aron?!"

"I promise."

"Only when I say to, turn around, okay?" Lyla spoke with a trembling voice.

"Sure sis," Aron nodded. Feeling her grip on his shirt loosing, the feel and weight of her breasts leaving his back as Lyla stepped away from him.

"Okay Aron, you can turn around now," Lyla directed feeling Isabel's hand rubbing her back. Her fingers took hold of her shirt and lifted it over the tops of her breasts showing off her bare breasts and virgin mound to him. "Well Aron, what do you think of your older sister's body?" she asked, peering over the hem of her shirt hiding her very rosy cheeks. Noting how his eyes moved rapidly up and down her body, Lyla didn't see a look of disgust on his face like she had feared. She knew it was irrational yet she's lived in hiding for so long. That fear was like a giant shadow that she couldn't escape from. That's why she had staked her hopes on Aron. He was the only one who wasn't like them. The one who was smart enough to see past her fears and help her break through that shadow.

"Lyla I don't see what you have to be ashamed of, you've got a very..." He couldn't take his eyes off Lyla's bright pink areolas, nor could he ignore how firm, how beckoning, how proudly her breasts stood on her chest. He could see her body slightly trembling as his eyes ran down her body. Seeing her chest rapidly rising as his eyes gazed at her virgin pink hood.

"Very what, Aron?" Lyla asked, with a trembling voice. She knew he couldn't fix her fear she herself had to be the one to take the leap. So if she could stand there bare her body to Aron, to show her mind that there were others that didn't find her shapeshifting body hideous like she was made fun of all her childhood when her powers came in from the first moments of birth. Also the wicked things she saw men do to women when she would sneak out of the house and fly above the city in her altered state only be chased down by her father. Hence the other reason she has hid her true identity.

"Sexy," Aron stated. Cocking his head as Lyla quickly pushed down her shirt, her face red as a cherry before darting quickly behind Isabel. Giving Aron a perfect view of her ass before Isabel's body hid it from view.

"Did you hear that Isabel, he said I'm sexy," Lyla giggled as she peered over Isabel's shoulder.

"I know, I heard." Glancing down and to her right as Lyla's hand reached out and snatched those same lavender panties from her drawer.

"Aron can you wait out in the hall, please?" Lyla asked sweetly, as she stepped into her underwear.

"Sure, want me to close the door too?" Aron asked, slyly trying to get another peek at her ass only to earn a very menacing glare from his sister.

"Why don't you look at my ass like that?" Isabel asked, in a growling pout.

"I do, you don't catch me," Aron replied as he shut the door.

A bashful smile formed on Isabel's lips at his words. Promising herself she was going be ever mindful whenever Aron was around. She want to see those eyes of his staring at her. What sister didn't want to see the eyes of their brother checking them out?

"Isabel, you have more experience with boys as a girl, which dress do you think Aron would like?" Lyla asked, throwing her closet door open. Seeing Isabel's jaw drop at the sheer number of fine dresses she had hanging in her closet.

"Lyla! How did you get these?!" Isabel exclaimed as her hands moved along the dresses as the hangers moved along the rail.

"Bought them of course," Lyla giggled. Watching how Isabel took out a sky blue, mid-thigh, dress and held it up to her chest. "Shopping, sister?"

"Sorry," Isabel uttered, "just I never thought I'd have a sister. You know what it's like living with brothers."

"True, they do tend to be loud and smelly, or too caught up in some experiment," Lyla agreed.

"You ever go to a spa?" Isabel asked, looking through each and every one of her dresses.

"No, Mom wanted to, but... I got scared."

"Oh sis, how about once we finish this, you, me, Mom, and rest of us fine ladies book an appointment. Would that help?" Isabel asked, lightly running her hand down Lyla's left arm.

"I don't know sis, strangers touching me?" Lyla shuttered at the thought.

"You've faced down some very powerful supervillains and a spa frightens you?" Isabel shook her head at the look on her sister's face. "I think this is the one," she said, pink dress in the same style as the blue one. "Yes, I think this will do," Isabel said, as she held the dress up to Lyla's chest.

"Yes, there that should do it," fluffing her sister's hair, "I do believe Aron will like this," Isabel nodded in satisfaction. "You and me, girls day, shopping, hair, lunch, how does that sound? Excellent!" Smiling warmly at her sister as Lyla nodded her head.

"Aron," Lyla's voice called out to him as her bedroom door opened, "how do I look?" Lyla asked, stepping out for her brother's inspection. Watching as he looked up from his phone and sliding it into his pocket.

"You look nice sis."

"Aron, we totally need to work on your complementing skills, because our sister is a firecracker," Isabel said, wrapping her arm around Lyla, and pressing her hip against her own.

"You really think so?" Lyla asked, blushing madly as Isabel moved her hand over her ass as her sister nodded.

"So... can we...?!" Aron nodded towards the stairs.

"So as I was saying before we got..." Gesturing to Lyla after the ooh's and ah's, "I need you to morph into this woman," Aron stated showing his sister a picture of his dorm mother. Watching how her skin rippled as she shapeshifted.

"Like this?"

"Close enough to not draw attention at a passing glance," Aron nodded.

"So who is this woman?" Carl asked, as they all were clustered around the mainframe.

"My dorm mother," Aron said, matter-of-factly. "She's the only one that can get in and out of the dorm since its shut down. Now," pulling out an encrypted jump drive, "once you're in my dorm room. There's a door to your left... can you mimic my voice?" he asked, looking at Lyla who had a strange smile on her lips.

"I want to suck on my sisters' titties since they're nice and juicy," Lyla said in Aron's voice, noticing the horrified look on her brother's face. "Then I want to stick my wee wee in their bum bums and make them squeal." Glancing over as Troy burst out in rib splitting laughter. "Is that close enough?" Lyla asked, with a taunting smirk.

"I... don't do that again," Aron said, in a flustered voice.

"Why, can't a sister tease her brother?" Lyla flirted.

Clearing his throat, looking away, "It's protected by a voice authentication code Deus Ex Machina, now repeat that back to me," Aron commanded. Nodding once Lyla got the syntax right. "When you're in, insert this into the tower," he said, handing Lyla the drive. "It will give Veil remote access to my... lab. Once it's open call Carl and I'll direct you to where my rocket is stored along with the fuel I need. Word of warning whatever you do, do not, I repeat do not break the containment field around the fuel," Aron stated in deathly undertones.

"Why?" Carl asked, noticing how something changed in Lyla's demeanor as Aron laid out their plan.

"The isotope fuel I use for the Ion drive is highly unstable. Any, and I mean any bump, jar, a tiny jolt will cause a chain reaction that will destroy the school and the surrounding area in a five mile radius," Aron said, in all seriousness. Looking over to his brother as Troy whistled.

"You know, I'd hate to see you go to the other side. I have a feeling that you'd be one of the worst villains we ever had to face."

"Aw, afraid your little brother will..."

"Aron, we're here for a reason, not for the two of you to get into a spat," Noah said, in a fatherly voice.

"Anyway, Carl since you won't be detected you'll be the one making the trips to the car since Lyla can't be seen carrying it through the building. Then you know what to do," Aron said, seeing the two of them nod.

"Well then, I guess you and I need to get that sensor up and running," Aminah uttered, she couldn't wait to work beside him. She could already feel her throbbing mound growing moist again.

"Chery come help me prepare lunch for everyone, these two brainiacs are going to need their fuel," Vera said, in a motherly voice. Enjoying this side of her son, wondering if this was another step in getting him to be a full time hero.

"Void in order to produce this complicated circuitry it will take two and a half days."

"I so love this Veil," Aminah sighed dreamily.

"I enjoyed watching you tinker when you were younger. Just like how I would when Void would spend hours in here when he first brought me online. Teaching me how to be... me, I believe that is the term used when speaking of oneself."

"So... then Void is a part of you?"

"I like to think so."

"What can you tell me about him?" Aminah asked, her eyes glanced down as she watched Aron writing out the equation for the calculations for the launch.

"I cannot."

"Why?"

"Void's orders most likely," Aron said, offhandedly.

"That is correct Void."

"Why, why would he do that?"

"To protect the future," Aron answered. "To keep us from altering events that would lead whomever Void is to the past."

"That is correct."

"Can we at least know when this happens?" Aminah asked, looking perplexingly up at the ceiling as Veil went silent.

"You shouldn't push an intelligent AI aunt," Aron said, glancing up.

"And what ever will you do if I don't?" Aminah asked in a sultry tone, leaning seductively on the table luring her nephew with her braless breasts.

"Spank you, of course," Aron smirked. Watching how Aminah bit her lip at the thought of his hand on her ass got her mound quivering.

"Enough you two, Lyla just called they just got to your school," Vera said, as she stood in the doorway of the lab.

"Is this how you live?" Lyla asked, as she stepped into his dorm room. "It's so... sterile."

"There's delicate electronics in there, and I build new gadgets in there. Can't have a stray static charge damaging my inventions because of clutter," Aron answered as he sat in the chair before the mainframe.

"You built this setup?" Lyla whistled.

"Yeah."

"Okay it's in, now what?"

"Power up the tower, and I'll handle the rest," Aron said, "Veil tie into my system once it's up."

"Understood." Vera and Isabel watched in awe as Aron's hands moved over the keyboard. Once Veil had told him that she (if you could call a computerized programed, intelligent AI, a she), had remote connected to his terminal.

"Uncle Carl..."

"Already here," Carl said, standing in the middle of Aron's dorm room.

"Opening the door now," Aron stated, his fingers moved on their own.

"Damn son, this place makes Aminah's lab look like a wet dream," Carl said, in awe.

"Carl transmit the video!" Aminah exclaimed jostling the chair as she leaned over it. "Oh my god! Just look at it all, Aron what's that?!" she asked, pointing at device that she couldn't say the purpose was.

"A jet propelled mobile platform."

"And that!"

"A neutralizing interface," Aron stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "It boosts physic powers," he said, when his aunt was rapidly tapping his arm and looking at him for more clarification,

"Can I? Please Aron?!" Aminah begged.

"It's a protype, I can't guarantee that it won't harm you. Hence why it's under lock and key so no one will be tempted to use it."

"But when it's ready, can I use it?" Aminah asked, with excited eyes.

"Sure, if you want, but I think that technique is powerful enough," Aron uttered watching her cheeks blush.

"You never know, wouldn't be more... enticing?" Aminah purred.

"No comment," returning his attention back to the task at hand, "the far back the rocket won't be hard to find. The isotope that's going to be tricky. I've set locks in place so no one will be able to steal it. Just didn't think I would be the one doing it. This is were you come in Lyla. You're going to have to become me..."

"Oh! Does that mean I can get to play with my brother's cock?" Lyla giggled over the line.

"No, you only need to use my face not my whole body."

"Awe, you're no fun," Lyla pouted. "Okay, so where's this isotope stored?"

"Remember code I gave you?"

"Of course."

"Speak it, and a hidden facial scanner will appear," Aron spoke leaning back in the chair.

"Really you need this big of a vault for only one thing?"

"Do I have to repeat how dangerous the isotope is?" Aron asked, arching an eyebrow.

"But...?"

"I protect my inventions very rigorously. I knew if someone, not me, got their hands on it, it could be disastrous. Why I only made enough for two launches. It's too unstable to produce in vast quantities. Still, what is left in the container has enough explosive potential to be... well you get the idea."

"This thing isn't radioactive is it?" Carl asked, lifting it off the lone pedestal."

"You want me to answer that?" Aron asked, coyly.

"Okay, no peeking," Carl said, warily.

"Now that the two of you have the items. Time to make a retreat. Lyla best that you exit through the window so no one will see you leaving my room. It would be... unfortunate that my dorm mother had to answer questions as to why she was seen entering and exiting my room," Aron directed.

"But... can I roll in the sheets before?" Lyla teased.

"Sure but... the scent would have faded by the time I return," Aron said, smirking at his sister's pout.

"Then when we get back..."

"Long as you don't tear up my sheets, they're expensive I'll have you know."

"And they're so soft, especially on your naked body," Isabel added smirking down at her brother.

"Oh? Then I definitely have to try them!" Lyla said, over the sound of Aron's window opening. "Maybe Aron will like the smell of me on them," she cooed before turning into a falcon as she took flight.

Two and a half days later...

The Who's 'Eminence Front' played over the lab's speakers as Aron danced as he waited for the program to run. The sound of his clap echoed in the room as his feet moved along the floor. His hips shook, his arms weaved through the air as he danced to the beat. His eyes never leaving the screen as he reprogramed the guidance computer of the rocket.

"Nice moves bro," Troy said, as he entered. "Didn't know you could dance."

"Lot's of things I don't tell anyone I can do... so what're you in here for?" Aron asked, as the music lowered.

"I thought you danced very well Void."

"Thanks Veil," Aron said, watching the simulation playing out to make sure that his sensor made it to the correct orbit.

"Just wondered if you needed any help?"

"Nah, well... unless you want to build a stable platform for the rocket," Aron stated peering up.

"How big we talking about?" Troy asked, eager to be doing something rather than just sitting on his ass.

"Three feet by three feet should do it."

"When do you need it by?" Troy inquired, watching how Aron reassembled the guidance unit.

"In a few hours. Going take a bit to make sure the rocket is ready..."

"Maybe I can help speed things along," Aminah said, from behind Troy.

"You ever prep an Ion drive?"

"No, yet if you show me what to do it shouldn't be too hard," Aminah stated as she eyed the dismantled rocket.

"Can you read a schematic?" Aron asked, with a teasing smirk.

"Of course, I can. Who do you think you're talking to here?" Aminah retorted with her own smirk.

"Then you can handle that while I prep the rocket boosters," Aron directed bringing up the schematic and turning his laptop towards her.

"Umm... Aron?" Troy stammered, he's always wanted to launch a rocket, yet given his brother's intelligence he didn't think his parents would take his fascination with rocketry seriously.

"Hmm?"

"I can help you know?" Troy stammered nervously.

"Oh?" Aron turned to face his brother. "You know about rockets?"

"Not this kind, but those," pointing at the ones in front of Aron, "I do know about," Troy said, truthfully.

"Show me," Aron uttered backing away. "Impressive," he said, in awe as Troy assembled the booster in less than two minutes. He knew his brother hadn't made a mistake he was watching very closely. Seeing the prideful smile on Troy's face, it wasn't often he ever used that word. "Then the rest is all yours."

"Troy just where did you learn how to handle rockets?" Aminah asked, with an approving smile as she watched his hands work.

"I'm not as smart as Aron is, but I've always been fascinated with rockets... space really," Troy stated truthfully. "Always watched Aron tinker with his model rockets before Mom and Dad would let him mess with anything more advanced."

"Why didn't you say something, I would've let you help you know?"

"Do you know what its like to be a brother of a genius? It feels like I'm a toddler standing next to a giant. Thought you would laugh at me," Troy said, running his fingers down the body of the third rocket booster.

"I'd never do that. I'd never laugh at you for your interest in science," Aron said, matter-of-factly.

"Well, hindsight is twenty-twenty," Troy muttered shaking his head.

Aron's eyes studied how his brother gazed at the boosters. Wondering why Troy hadn't stepped outside when he was testing out solid rocket fuel to make the model rockets that his parents had gotten him to go higher than a hundred feet. Glancing over to Aminah her eyes held wonder as she double checked the Ion drive.

"So space, what do ya know about it?" Aron asked, intrigued with this side of his brother.

"Always been into supernovas and how they turn into neutron stars, pulsars, and magnetars," Troy answered.

"Yeah, those things are cool," Aron agreed.

"You ever think about going to space Aron?" Troy asked, turning around.

"Well... there are some experiments that can only be done in space... but building a ship that can transverse the atmosphere and return, would take years. Then the support systems," Aron mused, his finger tapping his lips.

"God, I love watching your mind work Aron," Aminah purred. "The drive is ready to go, we just have to reinstall it and fuel it."

Aron noted how Troy eyed the device. Thinking he could let his brother have this one. "If you follow my instructions to the letter, you want to fuel it and launch it?" Aron asked, looking at his brother.

"Really?" Troy inquired with wide eyes.

"Sure, but refueling the rocket is a tad dangerous, you don't have a problem with danger do you?" Smirking at his brother who shook his head vigorously with a smile on his face. "Aminah mind getting Troy suited up, unless you want a dose of radiation," smirking as Troy paled, "while I get the rocket ready to launch?"

"Sure Aron, I don't mind," Aminah replied winking at him. "Come Troy let's get you ready."

"You sure that thing can break escape velocity?" Tazia asked, as they all stood behind Aron as he stared down at his screen going through the checklist for the launch.

"Very sure," Aron muttered. "I did build the thing. You ready?" he asked, looking up at Troy.

"What do I need to do?" Troy inquired as he watched Aron got up from his seat.

"When you're ready, all you have to do is hit enter and the onboard computer will do the rest," Aron stated placing the laptop on Troy's lap.

"In 3... 2..." Troy watched in awe as the rocket boosters fired and shot the rocket racing towards the sky. Jumping in his seat as a bright burst of red flared at the end of the rocket as the Ion drive kicked on.

"Press shift-control-R you might enjoy the show," Aron said, looking down at Troy. "By now it should be reaching the mesosphere."

"How long till it reaches deployment?" Chery asked, from behind Aron.

"Ten seconds."

Troy watched as the onboard cameras showed the sensor being ejected and the drive shutting off. "Where do you think it will land?" Troy inquired, peering up at Aron.

"There," Aron answered pointing at the icy launch pad. "Think you can handle bringing it back down to the lab when it lands?" he asked, taking his laptop back.

"Sure," Troy nodded.

"Well, I'm going to go start my scans," Aron said, heading back into the house.

"I'll..." Aminah looked down as Vera took hold of her arm.

"Not this time sister," Vera stated with a coy smirk.

A day and a half later...

"Veil, contact the others," Aron commanded as the bright red flashing dot blinked on the screen a few miles west of Sanski Most, Bosnia.

"Go ahead Void." Noah's voice came over the com line.

"What's the range of the jet cars and bike?"

"The way I designed them a pound of fuel can travel a few thousand miles," Aminah answered.

"Then meet me in Sanski Most, Bosnia," Aron said, walking hurriedly towards the changing room.

"Why? What's in Bosnia?" Vera asked, in a worried voice knowing the answer.

"That's where the device is," Aron answered.

"Alright. I'll contact Arnold and get a team to meet us there," Chery cut in. "By this time tomorrow you, Aron, will be a full blooded hero."​