Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark

"You promised I got the giant one." Aminah and Vera snorted at their sister's words. Yet she knew if they were there, where were the others?

"There are others; take your pick, Metallia." Softly biting her lip as she listened to the banter of his very first team. Squeezing Aminah tighter to her as those that followed that twisted path poured out of the opening. Unaware of what was taking place inside of it once they had gotten the last hostage out. Those villains weren't willingly coming to the maul of justice. While she was never going to be okay with seeing her son shoot someone, even if it was in defense of someone else, she could take solace in the fact that to those people he had saved today, in the Rose Garden and the warehouse, she knew he was a hero, at least to them. Vera could feel her sister releasing the pent-up breath she held as they waited for it to end. Which, thankfully, it did no more than five minutes after her son had knocked the woman out. With nowhere left to go and pinned in between her family, the villains dropped to their knees in surrender.

"We have to have a supper ready for them when they get home," Vera said, knowing Aminah wouldn't stop worrying until Aron got home.

"I think a roast would be good, don't you?" Aminah uttered, looking to her sister. Remembering all the nights her mother would make dinner just for their father whenever he was out on his own. "Can you watch the children; I need to go check on something."

"Sure, sis, you know I will," Vera said, giving her sister an odd look. Smiling at her grandbabies, all the while eyeing her sister's departure from the kitchen.

The hiss of the room seal pierced the air as the door to the clean room slid open. Seeing how they weren't working on anything sensitive any longer, it was fine for her to walk in without suiting up. Air bubbles raced up the column of water as she walked past. While the android was only running on its basic operating system, it was still able to move. It wasn't wise to do this while the stem cells were growing the layers of muscle and skin to make Veil appear as human as the rest of them. However, to sculpt Veil's womanhood, now was the perfect time to plant the seed, so to speak, to grow the most spectacular pussy Aron has ever experienced. After all, this little project they had been working on could sort of be referred to as a father gifting his daughter with a body. Since Veil already thought of Aron as her father, Aminah didn't see it any different than a mother shaping her daughter. Yet to do any of that, she would have to wait as the android moved at a snails' pace to get into position without disturbing the cell-rich solution that Aron had spent two months cloning to get the amount needed to grow skin needed to cover the outer shell.

The lights of the lab cut off one by one as she powered down her workstation. Her image appeared on the tank's glass once the light inside of it shut off, returning the emergence pod to its sleep cycle. Knowing it would be another month before she or Aron would be able to see the fruits of her work. However, she did wonder what Aron would think of the tweaks she had programed into the grifter that turned the solution into actual skin. Humming as she walked out of the lab, her fingertips skimmed along the wall. Knowing in a few more months, Veil's body would be ready.

"She just walked in," Vera said into her phone when she'd been talking to her son and siblings minutes after Aminah had left the kitchen. "Here, I'll put it on speaker."

"Hello, honey," Aminah said happily, quickly scurrying to Vera's side.

"Hello, Aminah."

"What were you up to?" Tazia asked, wondering if she had something plan for Aron when they got back.

"Checking on something for Aron," Aminah said truthfully. Ignoring how Vera was eyeing her as she spoke into her sister's phone.

"Oh, and how is the progress?" Aron asked cryptically.

"On schedule," Aminah informed him. "So, the bad guys are beaten. When are you coming home?"

"Leaving now, have to make a stop, but we'll be back by dinner," Aron said as the engine for their jet car powered on.

"Good. Nettie can't sleep without you here," Aminah lied when in truth, it was her that couldn't sleep without feeling him beside her every night.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure to tuck her in tonight. Okay, we're going into Null space; see you soon."

"Bye, baby, I love you," Vera uttered before the line was cut. "Now, what are you and my son cooking up?" she asked in a sisterly voice, placing her fists on her hips.

"You'll see."

"What the hell was that?!" Sara shouted over the wind as they exited Null space.

"Another dimension, basically," Aron admitted, rolling with the slap she landed on his chest.

"You, mister, are too smart for your own good," Sara said, wagging her finger at him as she faced him on the back seat.

"This I agree with you," Tazia nodded along.

"Hey, I take a three-hour flight over a seven-hour one any day of the week," Neil said over the wind, following the coordinates Aron had loaded into the navigation system to direct him towards Sara's condo.

"Now don't you watch too much TV while you pretend to fiddle around in that lab of yours," Sara said from her balcony as the car hovered beside it. Her thumb brushed along the back of his hand when she held it.

"Sara, why don't you come over Saturday. Unless you're busy, that is," Tazia said, peering up at her while she snuggled against Aron. "We'll have a cook out just us, you, me, Aron here, Aminah, and the kids."

"Not the rest?" Sara asked, glancing over at Carl, Neil, and Chery.

"Nope, this is just for us. Family time, you know. That is if you want to join our little family... get together," Tazia uttered, allowing her innuendo to hang in the air. Watching how Sara's eyes widened at what she had just said. She wasn't offering this freely to Sara; no, she's been in government back groups long enough to know they don't always have your best interest at heart. Especially when things go south. So having Sara in their pocket so they could keep tabs on the powers that be would be a key asset. Plus, it was obvious to everyone that Sara was smitten with him when she was around Aron, so Tazia knew she would work that much harder to keep Aron safe.

"Very much so," Sara said, nodding her head very vehemently.

"Good, you know where we are, just drop by say around noon," Tazia said with a friendly smile. Ignoring how Aron was looking at her beneath his mask, or she presumed he was giving her that look of his.

"I wouldn't miss it; I'll be in contact, Aron," Sara said. Her hand falling away as she backed away.

"You know how to reach me." Were Aron's departing words as they drifted back into the air.

"Aron?"

"Yeah?"

"If we're going to be a team, we totally need a new ride," Chery said as she climbed into the back, where there was more space.

"New toys already, huh?" Aron mused.

"Hey, the women who bore your children would like a new car, please?!" Tazia said with a very wide smile on her face.

"We'll see."

"Also, since we're a team now, we need to practice and formulate strategies," Chery said, peering around her sister's chest.

"When I'm gone," the fabric of his mask started to inch up, "You're in charge, but when we're together," his auburn hair ruffled as he continued to pull it off, "I'm in charge," Aron said, looking over at his aunt. The afternoon light played along his blue-green eyes as he did. "That was the stipulation I gave Aminah the first time."

"I can live with that," Chery nodded.

"Of course, you can, sis," Carl bemoaned from the front seat.

"I hear the couch is lumpy; care to find out?" Chery warned, yet in a teasing manner. "Thought so," she gloated with a flick of her tongue and a smile on her lips.

"So, what's our first mission?!" Tazia asked excitedly as they entered the tunnel to their base.

"The Collector."

Three days later...

"Why is it every time I see the two of you in here by yourselves, I get this strange notion something is afoot," Vera said, standing in the doorway of the lab on sublevel two.

"Ignore her Aron, she's starved for attention," Aminah teased, blowing her sister a kiss.

"So what are the two of you subjecting my sweet, adorable," watching Nettie's eyes and smile widen as she said those words, "grandbaby to?" Vera asked, waving to Nettie, who sat in her baby carrier that rested on the island.

"Ha, ha," sticking her tongue out at her sister, "I know for certain, Nettie likes being here," Aminah spoke, turning her nose up at her sister.

"Aminah is constructing the prototypes for the sensors that will be in the probes that I'm launching into space. I'm working on a design for Isabel, and I've contacted a specialist in the type of radiation that's killing Jill," Aron said from behind the screen of a device, not of this Earth.

"Aron, just what is that?!" Vera asked, perplexed, given she's never seen it in the lab before.

"You won't believe me anyway," Aron grumbled as he continued to scan down the text in the native language of his friend's people.

"Now, son, you shouldn't say that; I'm you're mother," Vera huffed irritably.

"I know, but if she didn't, why do you think I would believe you would believe me?" Aron asked, his eyes flickering over to her.

"Okay, try me," Vera said, steeling herself.

"The person, I use that term loosely, I'm talking to at the moment, is roughly halfway between us and the giant black hole at the center of our galaxy." Aron watched how his mother's mind struggled to comprehend what he had just told her.

"Aron, it's not nice to play a joke on your mother," Vera said in a stern voice. There was just no way her son was talking to an alien?!

"I'm not."

"You actually believe you're talking to an alien in some far-off part of the galaxy?!" Peering over at her sister, who was surprisingly keeping her nose out of this, which was odd, very odd.

"Don't have to believe; I know I am," Aron said, sticking to his guns. After all, it was true.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, wondering where he got this stubbornness from, from her or himself. Seeing how even the layman knows while there might be life out in the cosmos doesn't mean it's intelligent life. "Okay, Aron," blowing out a breath and leaning on the edge of the island, "let's say I believe you; just how exactly did you meet someone whose however many light-years away," Vera said in a disbelieving voice as she gestured to the screen.

"You remember the time I told you I saved the world three times prior to then?" Aron asked, peering over at his mother.

"Yeah?"

"Well, one of those times, it was with the help of the people who my friend belongs to, hence how I can talk to... her from here."

"Aliens helped to save the Earth?" Vera asked, arching an eyebrow.

"No, Earth only benefited indirectly. Their Homeworld was in danger at the time," Aron said, giving out as much as he could.

"Are these the same type of aliens you see in those movies?" Vera inquired, curious now.

"No," Aron said, continuing to read the transmission that she had sent him.

"Okay, then what is this alien like?" Vera asked, eager to know some part of Aron's past before coming home for good.

"Makes me look like an infant," Aron said matter-of-factly. Which even got Aminah's attention, causing her to turn her gaze at him. "They don't have genders; then again, being a gaseous body in this dimension doesn't really help. So the only way to function in this dimension and the one where... this is a very rough, loose translation, I haven't mastered their language yet," he warned, "vessel of the Ulk, which I took to mean body, is to inhabit these small, blue, bioelectrical suits." Aron watched how his mother was trying not to burst out in laughter.

"So why do you call her a she if they are genderless?" Vera asked, trying to hold back her snort of laughter.

"Because of the way she writes. It's in the context of her words," Aron said, gesturing to the screen.

"So then, Aron, why haven't we seen any aliens when we've been in space?" Aminah inquired, earning her a nod of support from her sister.

"Because to them, we're still too young, as my friend puts it. It was only, let's say, a fortunate twist of fate that they even took notice of Earth eighty years ago."

"Then what happened back then was real?" Aminah gasped at the realization of what Aron was saying in a roundabout way. Catching herself on the lip of the counter when Aron nodded.

"Okay, then why wasn't Earth on their radar?" Vera asked, seeing the seriousness in her son's eyes.

"Earth's atmosphere is toxic to them. Even with their suits, it wouldn't take them long to die. So that's why, as to why they sought us out is because something, I honestly can't define it on our periodic table as we know it, was expanding into this dimension. They say it was one of those other races that's in the other dimension their body inhabits, but I only got their word to go on. But anyway, my only contribution to their fight was helping one of their... scientists make a power source that could work on planets with our type of atmosphere so they could ferry their citizens to those worlds in case something like that happened again."

"Oh? But how did you meet this person?" Vera spoke, looking down at her son. Wondering what other kind of adventures he's been on without her at his side.

"Well..." Scratching his cheek and looking away, "that's a rather long and weird story to tell," Aron said. His mind flashed back to when he was seventeen.

"Go on, you just can't say that and not tell it," Aminah said, placing her left hand on her hip as she turned towards him with a little hand gesture for him to continue when he grew silent.

"I was seventeen at the time, and I was bored."

"Odd for you," Vera cut in.

"Touché. So anyway, I snuck out of the dorms," ignoring the glare his mother was giving him, "there was this little convenience store to the northwest of the school's property. By then, the event with them had passed. So I knew what to spot when they were on earth. Given how toxic our world is to them, imagine my surprise when I noted the cellular burn damage that happens when something from their environment touches something living in ours in the pathway that led towards the store that night. So naturally, I forewent my trek to the store to find out why one of their people would be there of all places. I found her near the point of passing out as we know it. So after a little shock, I got her to her little explorable pod her people use to explore worlds hostile to their kind. After she had strengthened enough, she came back out to talk to me. I learned that since her ship was in orbit at the time, she might as well stock up as the saying goes for her long trip to surveil some kind of solar system I've never even heard of existing before."

"Not on people, I hope," Vera joked.

"No, weirder."

"How can anything be weirder than that?!" Aminah exclaimed.

"Twinkies." That one word had Aminah and Vera so flabbergasted only a blank far off look could incorporate the magnitude of their befuddlement.

"Come again?!" Vera stammered.

"Why would any alien species want a Twinkie?!" Aminah asked, pleading with him not to draw this out; it was already too convoluted as it was.

"They're after the cream filling actually; there's something in the structure of the cream that makes the ultimate lubrication for their suits. So when I had found her, she was disoriented given it was her first time on Earth, and there are no trees on her planet," rolling his eyes at their 'Awes,' "so I offered to get them for her, seeing how I was headed to the store anyway. When she was back, she showed up at my window one night, asking if I could get her some Twinkies. It was just the way she said it made me think it was some form of a drug deal going down," Aron chuckled. "She told me she had recorded a snippet of the airwaves the night of our first meeting before they left our solar system. Don't ask me why but apparently, as she told me, she got addicted to the rerun of that old superhero cop show."

"Not the one I told you not to watch when you were growing up, is it?" Vera asked in that motherly voice of hers.

"The very same," Aron nodded, then everything around him stilled. His heart raced as his eyes zeroed in on the words she used. His friend only used English when there wasn't a way to translate a word, or she wanted to be direct and get her point across. Did Jill have the months, the years it might take to find what he needed on his own while searching the whole cosmos for the needle, or does he cut a deal, take a shortcut when her people were offering a trade. "Veil calculate the price of a ton of Twinkies!" Aron barked as he typed out his response that read 'Deal' in his friend's language.

"Aron, what's going on? What has you so up in arms?" Aminah asked, seeing the relief in his eyes when he turned his gaze to her.

"My friend has offered to save us months if not years looking for hints of what we need to save Jill," Aron said truthfully, which definitely got their attention.

"And this person, you trust her?" Vera asked seriously.

"Yes," Aron nodded.

"So a ton of Twinkies for the means to save Jill? Did I get that right?" Vera spoke; she'd go to every market on the planet if she had to.

"And how do you know she has a piece of stellar core large enough for our needs?" Aminah asked, trying not to throw a wet blanket on everything.

"Then come here," Aron said, waving them over. Hearing their gasps when they peered at the live feed of the scientific site on an asteroid in a part of the galaxy long forgotten where that piece of a stellar core had collided with then a forming Earth-size planet, thus ending its short life.

"Aron, what's that?" Vera inquired, not sure at what she was looking at.

"That is a piece of a star's core; either it was ejected when it went super nova, or it got flung out during a stellar quake, what matters is that for the deal she offered, seeing how it was her find, she'll give us what we need to help Jill."

"Then you tell her, yes!" They spoke as one as they shook him.

"Already did, Veil; how are those numbers? Okay, put in the order, have them rush it. You might want to get a room ready for Jill."

"Why?" Vera queried, keeping her eagerness hidden.

"To get from where she is to there," pointing at the screen, "then to here will take her about a week. So we might want to figure out where she is sleeping for the time being until we can fix something more permanent. Then we have to see about what atrophied has acquired and get that sorted, as well as getting her caught up on the past sixty years," Aron said, peering up at them from his seat.

"What about the basement? You don't need your office down there when you have the warehouse. It would be nothing for us to fix it up in the meantime," Vera spoke, not hiding her joy as she looked at her sister.

"Yes, and that will give her the space and the safety she will need to deal with everything. Because you think we took dad's and mom's death hard, just think of how Jill will take the news that her father, mother, and brother are all dead. We're going to have to be patient with her when she comes to," Aminah uttered, ignoring Aron completely.

Aron leaned on his arm, watching his mother and aunt just chatting away for the past five minutes about what they needed to do to keep Jill from getting too depressed. Knowing that they would go on for another hour if need be, he returned to his work. He would use the suit he was designing for Isabel as a prototype for the super-suit he was designing for Jill, should she have the same bug all his family members seem to have.

The sounds of merriment were heard coming from the Carter household as the night grew long. The days turned into another and then another; before Aron knew it, he was slipping out of his warm, comfortable bed. He would advise anyone expecting the Trinarti not to have a sex dream given that they were basically telepaths and have no qualms about appearing in the middle of one. Slipping into some pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, Aron headed off towards the elevator to take it down to sublevel three. Which was not where Aron found himself as he looked around the strange room, wondering how he had gotten there; then he looked up and saw the bioluminescent node of the space ferrying creature that the Trinarti use as their means of space travel. His head darted down as the floor began to morph and take the shape of a single pillar table. Upon which Jill's unconscious body materialized upon.

The door's sound or would one think of a door in a living, sentient, space traversing creature opened. In came his friend for the past four years on a hovering circular platform. If you asked Aron what a Trinarti's bioelectrical suit looked like, he and everyone that has met one would say a very blue elf version from the old Christmas animated movies. Who stood at two feet tall, with thin arms and solid silver eyes. They once were solid black but changed it when word got back to them that it made a few uncomfortable. To Aron's thinking, those whiners are eating crow now, seeing how their silver eyes are far more monstrous in his opinion.

"So, do you think it will work?" Aron asked after they had their telepathic greeting. Watching how she held the bracelet they had designed over Jill's right forearm, while the outside silver casting was in truth a neuium alloy made from one of their equally rare metals not found on Earth, one wouldn't know of the high tech circuitry laying beneath that Earthly exterior. He knew the inch wide disk of the stellar core weighed roughly ten tons each if it wasn't for the Trinarti's anti-gravity technology. He wouldn't be able to watch as he witnessed how the radiation her body had absorbed began to lift off her body in a pink tint, then shifting to blue as it was absorbed by the core piece. "How long will she have to wear it for before her body stabilizes?" Nodding when she voiced her answer into his mind. "Will it do what it was... alright, color me impressed," Aron muttered once she showed him the adapters he had designed so the gathered cosmic radiation could be used offensively should Jill wish to take up the life of a hero.

Slipping his hand into hers once he had slipped the twin bracelet onto her left wrist. He knew the next few days were going to be tough on her. On a high note, he knew his female family members would be overjoyed at the prospect of updating Jill's attire as he noted the very dated clothes. "Thank you for doing this, Zeb," Aron said, peering over at his friend. She didn't mind the name since she knew he would never be able to vocalize it in his limited human vocal range. Reaching out and shaking her tiny hand, something she insisted they do after every parting so she could emerse herself in his culture to understand what it was like to be human, stuck in one dimension. While she was a faster learner, Aron wasn't the brightest, given how he's struggled with reading their language and understanding the way they communicate telepathically. Stepping back as the room morphed at Zeb's command. His eyes moved over the readouts on the screen Zeb had displayed for him as she ran more scans on Jill to measure the absorption rate of the bracelets. How fast the collectors would fill, that would be used to power her suit should Jill wish to wear it.

"This is where you've been?!" Vera huffed as she sauntered down the stairs. Wondering what her son was up to as she noted the equipment that sat beside the bed they had brought down for Jill's use. She was equally confused when Aron was just sitting by the bed. Stopping in her tracks as he quickly got to his feet, pressing his finger to his lips. Her breath was caught in her throat when she noted a pair of legs when he did.

"Not so loud; she's still out of it," Aron said low.

"Jill... is that...."

"Yes, it's her. So far, the bracelets are working..." Rubbing his mother's arm as she tried not to break down in tears.

"C-can I see her?" Vera asked with a trembling voice.

"Sure, Mom, just watch out for the equipment," Aron said, directing his mother to Jill's bedside.

"What is all this stuff anyway?" Vera inquired, looking around, knowing it wasn't there yesterday afternoon.

"Instruments needed to measure Jill's radiation level. She's harmless to us, but her body..."

"Just can't contain it," Vera finished for him. "What are you doing?" she asked when something caught Aron's attention.

"The bracelets seem to absorb at set intervals, I don't know if that was by design or what, so I'm marking down when it does, then I can exstipulate on how much of a charge is on them," Aron spoke in a scientific voice.

"But will she be okay from now on?" Vera asked, not eager to lose the last connection she had to her father.

"She'll have to wear the bracelets for four months straight to stabilize her body's radiation levels, but after that, once a week for an hour or so, she'll be fine." Repeating what Zeb had told him, without deciphering mental images that the Trinartis are known to speak in.

"Really?!" Vera whispered from behind her cupped hand.

"Really," Aron nodded. Peering down at his daughter from another age as she rubbed her cheek against the pillow, curling herself deeper into that ball of hers beneath the blanket he had draped over her.

"Why didn't you take her clothes off?" Vera asked when she caught sight of the 1950s style shirt.

"That'd be kind of creepy, don't you think, me undressing my unconscious daughter? What would the neighbors think?" Aron joked.

"I'm going to go tell the others," Vera stated lightly, laying her hand on his arm.

"Just tell them to keep it down," Aron said, knowing they needed this and he wasn't about to disappoint his grandchildren. He would never get over that; nor that he was a father to a woman that was technically older than he was. Yet time is a strange creature; he knew the moment his counterpart had sent him back, he had fundamentally altered the time line causing his to no longer exist. Yet, seeing how his past self was in his past, he was now a part of his timeline. That was how his mother and everyone else were still born, allowing him to be born again. Still, even if she was older than he was she was still his daughter. He would do what he could to help her cope with the world she was about to wake into.

Jill groaned as she stretched, arching her back, feeling like it's been forever since she's been awake. Then her mind suddenly cleared as she surged up from the bed.

"Shh, it's okay, you're safe here," Aron said, leaning forward and placing his hand over his daughter's. What happened next had everyone there speechless, namely Aron. Who was holding out his hands as Jill just kissed him, and it wasn't a small peck; no, this was her tongue's exploration of the deepest parts of his mouth.

What Jill saw at that moment as she looked at the man, his older image overlayed his younger one. She knew this was going to happen; he did tell her it would before she went into that tube. Her lips pulled at his as they inched apart as she stared into Aron's eyes, looking for the man she knew as her father. Then the tears and the overwhelming sadness flooded her body, knowing she would never see the people she loved the most ever again.

"Just hold me, Daddy," Jill pleaded into his neck.

"I'm sorry..."

"I know, you are; you prepared me for this. You told me this would happen, but... Mom, Henry, you..." Aron lightly rubbed her back as she broke down in a fit of crying. "Dad, who are these people?" Jill asked after she had calmed down enough to rein in her emotions.

"Well, they're you're nephews and nieces, that's Neil..."

"Neil, little baby Neil?!" Jill's face lit up as she looked at him. "My, I see a lot hadn't changed since the last time I saw you when you were ten months old," Jill teased, causing Carl to burst out in laughter at his brother's expense.

"That's Carl, beside him, is Chery, that little spitfire right there is Tazia with Henry in her arms," smirking at the look she shot him also seeing how misty Jill's eyes got when she looked at his son, "and holding that beautiful, sweet girl is Aminah, and that woman right there standing beside that rather handsome man," playing up his father who naturally was happy to go along with it, "given that's where I get my looks from is my mother Vera and father Noah, and those two are my sisters Isabel and Lyla," Aron said, pointing to them who waved in kind to her.

"Well, hello, dreamboat," Jill said heatedly as she laid eyes on Troy. "And just who might you be? What?" Looking at Aron when he nudged her in her arm.

"That's Troy, you can do so much better than an EMT," Aron said in a teasing light getting a 'Hey!' from Isabel and Troy.

"But he's just the dish, Dad?!" Jill played along. Her eyes quivered; some things never change.

"And yet he's duller than a sack of potatoes," Aron stated with a broad grin at his brother's expense.

"Even a dull potato can be sharpened," Jill countered. "He is cute..." Her hand flew to her mouth as flame can to life, dancing along every single strand of Isabel's hair as her jealousy roared. Before burying her face in her hands and sobbing at the fact, Isabel looked so much like her mother when she did that. Her arms once again wrapped themselves around Aron when he lightly placed his arm along her shoulders to offer her some comfort.

"It's going to be okay," Aron said in a caring voice as he rubbed her back.

"Here, Aunt Jill," Carl spoke, holding out a box of tissues for her. He grew still as she reached up and placed her hand on his cheek. Those violet eyes of hers changed due to the amount of radiation she had absorbed before being placed into cryosleep, which was hauntingly familiar to him.

"I can see Henry in you. You're a speedster, aren't you?" Jill asked, catching Carl and the rest of them off guard.

"Yes, how did you know?" Carl asked, eager to hear her thoughts.

"You're muscles twitch every so often; Henry did that too when he was stuck in one place for too long. Thank you for the tissue," Jill said, plucking two from the box. "Dad, tell me you just didn't defrost me when you found me?" Biting her lip, feeling her face heat as Aron shot her a look she knew very well.

"You sure you're my daughter?"

"Cut me some slack, Papa." Jill's voice was soft and flirtatious. "I did just wake up from a... how long was I out again?"

"Sixty years," Troy offered up, eager to be the first to know Jill intimately.

"Well, stud, I don't look bad for an eighty-year-old woman, do I?" Jill said, trying to uncover the dynamic of their bond and where she could fit in, seeing she couldn't go back to her own time. The one time she knew her father had used the 'time machine' was to send his younger self back to his present.

"Jill," She couldn't help it, a smile appeared on her lips when her name left her father's lips, "it's not wise to irk the Mt. Issy; she can get explosive," Aron warned in that fatherly voice he had earned over the months.

"So you two an item?" Jill asked, pointing between Isabel and Troy. "Awe, so sweet," she cooed when they both nodded. "You'll share, right?" Jill asked with a wide smile, causing Troy's jaw to drop.

"As long as you don't mind loaning your Dad out to me from time to time," Isabel replied.

"Deal! Come on out, there's no need to be shy; we're all family here," Jill said, peering through their bodies to gaze upon Lyla, who, for the most part, had stayed in the background.

"Lyla, no need to be shy, honey, don't you want to meet your grandaunt?" Vera asked, turning towards her daughter.

"Dad?" Jill whispered from the side of her mouth.

"Lyla's self-conscious of the way she looks in her normal skin, especially to strangers, but she's working on it."

"Why?" Jill asked, having no problem picturing a few wrinkles on his face when she listened to him talk.

"She's a metamorph," Aron said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh." Placing her fingers to her lips, knowing how looked down upon those types of people were in her day. It would seem to her that it hasn't changed one bit. She tried to get up to go and hug her relative, yet it would seem her legs just weren't up to the task.

"Easy. You have some minor atrophy; it's going to take a while to get you up to walking unaided," Aron said. His hand pressed lightly on her back as he helped to ease her back down onto the bed.

"Lyla, was it?" Jill spoke in a warm, kind tone as she peered at Lyla. "You wouldn't mind helping me up to the kitchen, would you? I'm starving," she bemoaned, getting a chuckle out of the group. "Then you and I will have a talk, okay, Dad?"

"There are some things I want to ask you too," Aron said, ever since that night. He has wondered what kind of woman Carol was. "What's wrong?"

"It's just that... I'll never get to eat mom's cooking again," Jill said with a trembling lip. Her eyes watched as Vera bent down and took hold of her hand.

"Then come and let me cook her pancakes for you," Vera said in a warm, friendly tone.

"Y-you have her recipes?" Jill stammered.

"I do," Vera nodded. "How about we get you a shower and into some newer clothes... after we get you fed," she said with a sweet smile on her lips when Jill's stomach rumbled.

"That does sound nice," Jill said in a bashful tone.

"Any..."

"I'm fine, Dad. Better actually," Jill said when Aron and Carl helped her to stand. "Oh, you're far too hot for my Dad," she uttered once she got a good look at Lyla.

"Thanks," Lyla whispered. Her cheeks burned as she wrapped her arm around Jill's waist as Jill placed her arm on her shoulders.

"I'm serious, far too good for my Dad," Jill said in a teasing manner. Sticking her tongue out at Aron as she ambled off with Lyla's help.

"Aron, she brought on a good point. Is she going to be okay..."

"Yes, she'll be fine," Aron nodded. "As long as she wears the bracelets."

"What is that?" Jill's voice could be heard filling the house as Aron was the last one to leave the basement. "No. That can't be a TV. It's too small, for God's sake, and it's flat as a board. What?! Hot diggity dog!" Jill exclaimed in her '40s slang.

"Jill, I thought us ladies could take you out and get you a whole new wardrobe." Chery's voice could be heard as she moved about the kitchen.

"I don't want to cause any trouble."

"Oh, honey, it isn't any trouble; after all, you are his daughter," Aminah said, her gaze falling on Aron as he appeared in the doorway. "And shouldn't a father take care of his children?" she stated, yet her eyes never left him as she buckled Henry into his high chair. "Get the bananas..."

"None for Henry; they don't sit well with him." Henry smiled widely as Aron lightly brushed his son's cheek with his finger as he passed to get the baby food.

"Then get the apple," Tazia spoke up as she cradled her niece in her arms. Letting Nettie suckle on her while Aminah fed Henry to give Aminah's sensitive nipples a rest while getting to know Jill. Smiling wickedly at Aminah when she got Henry excited in his seat. Knowing it was going to give her more time with Aron.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?" Shooting his mother a look when she had this look on her face as she set about making the pancakes for the family. Handing the jar to Aminah before tossing away the lid.

"Those babies, are they...?"

"Your brother and sister? Yes, they are; you've met Henry, that's Nettie in Tazia's arms."

"Oh, oh, my, a telepath. So cool!" Holding out her hand to him, Aron could see she needed it at the moment. "Haven't you found this all to be... odd?"

"Oh, the moment I put on Veil, that's when I noticed it."

"So you didn't dismantle her?" Jill inquired, brushing her thumb along the back of his hand.

"What? Are you crazy?! You sure you're my daughter?"

"Very... sure, father," Jill replied in a sinful tone.

"I'll take you down to see her later," Aron said, nodding when Jill mouthed a 'thank you.' "Carl, run out and pick her up some clothes for the time being until she's strong enough to walk on her own," he said, holding out his debit card to his left.

"You have a Diner's card?!" Jill uttered in shock at the sight. She's only heard rumors of them whenever they went into town.

"Huh?" Came their collective confused drawl.

"She means a credit card," Troy said, trying to impress Jill. When in truth, he did a quick search of what a Diner's card was.

"Oh, no, it's a debit card, works on the same principle, but a debit card is tied to your bank account," Aron stated, explaining it the best he could to her.

"Huh, well, isn't that the bee's knees," Jill hummed, using her mother's favorite phrase.

"Right," plucking the card from Aron's fingers after Jill had told him her sizes, "I'll be back in a flash," Carl stated before zipping out the door.

"Why aren't you helping?" Jill asked after ten minutes of watching Vera, Chery, and Noah whip up a breakfast large enough for all of them. Which, as you can imagine, caused the chefs to stop and peer at them.

"Huh?" Aron muttered, confused.

"Why aren't you helping them to cook? I know you can. I can't wait to have your crepes again," Jill said, drooling at the thought.

"Aron," Tazia's voice got a hard tone to it, "have you been holding out on us?"

"Umm," Aron hummed, scratching his cheek as he looked away.

"Aron, don't make us pull it out of you," Vera warned.

"So I can cook a few things, no big deal," Aron said. He did take a few cooking classes in case he needed to cook his own meal out in the field. Which, in truth, happened more often when he was working in his lab. Looking down when Jill took him by the arm.

"It's a very big deal, Dad," Jill said, setting her resolve. "You just can't raise me on them and then suddenly cut me off?! I know you aren't that cruel to do that to your own daughter, now would you?" she asked, using her charm as she brushed her chest against his. "You're not that cold to your baby girl, are you?"

Aron noted the deviousness in Aminah's and Tazia's smiles as Jill batted her eyelashes at him. Knowing if he gave in meant he would have to do the same they were counting on it! They could smell blood in the water, and they were eager to strike.

"Jill?!" Aron gasped as she wasted no time in fondling his manhood.

"Mmm... it's the same," Jill sighed dreamily down at her father's cock once she had gotten it hard.

"After breakfast, I'll help you shower," Vera said, turning towards the kitchen table as she waited for the flapjacks to cook while Chery handled cooking the bacon and sausage they would need to feed that big of a crowd as Noah handled the eggs. "The kids have to work today, so you'll be stuck here with just us old folks," she spoke in a light tone, trying to get Jill to really smile. When she knew Jill was only smiling for appearances.

"Thanks," Jill whispered, resting her cheek on her father's right shoulder, knowing everything and everyone she knew was gone. "So," wiping away a fallen tear, "Dad, what kind of power do you have. I know you said you became powerless when that explosion sent you back. I've always wondered what kind of powers you've always had."

"Superstrength and invulnerability," Aron stated factually.

"Huh, I didn't think, with that big brain of yours, you'd have the strength to go with it," Jill teased, winking at Troy when he was laughing along.​