Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark

"Welcome back; as you know, just moments ago, a hostage situation emerged. The mastermind behind it all is none other than the notorious metahuman Iron Sarge who called out Void our..." Beth screamed as a body came flying across her desk. "What the hell was that?!" she screeched, noting the three gaping holes in the walls and clear blue sky at the other end. Which she knew was impossible due to the tint on the glass.

"It's a body. But how did it...?" The cameraman said as he zoomed in on Aron's body.

"Guys is that who I think it is?" One of the interns asked as she noticed his outfit as the dust settled.

"Ah." His gravelly voice filled them with dread as it drew near. "Excellent," Iron Sarge spoke, looking around for his prey. "I don't have to carry your sorry carcass back with me; your death on national TV will do just fine. Don't you point that thing anywhere else other than that man; if you move it one inch, I'll kill you, too. Do what you're told, and you'll live. I'm not here to kill you, just this half-dead hero. Isn't that right, hero?!" he said with sadistic glee as he kicked Aron in his side, sending him flying through the studio wall.

Aron was jolted back to the land of the living. His eyes going each and every way as his HUD was going haywire as the damage reports came in. He knew Veil was safe even if his suit wasn't. Tapping his forearm to bring up the master control panel for his suit. Then the screen went black as his system rebooted.

"Well, aren't you just pathetic. I thought you were supposed to be some big badass. I have no idea why The Collector wants someone like you dead when you..." Taking a step back as Aron sat up.

"Don't you ever shut up? I was having a rather good dream until that sound, if you can call it a sound, me personally having heard enough of your rantings to know its nothing but horseshit with a whip cream topping..." Aron grinned as the man lunged forward. Quick as a snake, standing on his left hand, striking out in two quick kicks. The concussive force behind each blow shook the entire building. "I do thank you, now I know who is behind all this," Aron said, straightening out his coat once he got to his feet. "Veil?"

"Yes, Void?"

"Sadistic mode."

"Understood."

"As you can hear, there is definitely a brawl happening in our very studio as we speak here in the Twin Penny Towers. Viewers what you are hearing and the shaking all around us is due to the blows of their fists alone. I dare not look; I can only hope and..." Iron Sarge's body flew through the damaged wall silencing Beth's words. "On them, not me," Beth whispered heatedly.

As the camera centered itself on Aron, he was ducking the flying desk that was aimed at his head. "What's wrong, Sarge? You were gloating just a minute earlier," Aron uttered. The two jabs to Iron Sarge's midsection stunned the man. Feeling a few of his teeth cracking along with his jaw when his uppercut landed. "Aw, over so soon, shame, they just don't make villains like they used to," Aron mused as Iron Sarge's now unconscious body dropped like a sack of potatoes. "None of you are hurt, are you?" Aron's voice grew still as three cameras were on him. "Fuck me?!" Aron cursed to himself. Quickly switching on his voice dampeners. "Veil?! Pick up, now!"

"Understood, Void. T-minus two minutes."

"Void?!" Tazia's concerned voice came over the line. "Baby, talk to me."

"I'm fine, suits damaged, Iron Sarge is down, how are the hostages?" Aron asked, bending down and grabbing the man by the front of his costume.

"Safe and Carl disarmed the bombs without his men even knowing it. It seems they were so sure of that man's victory they didn't even bother to stay in the same room with them."

"Okay, head back; I'll drop off our prisoner after I have a word with him," Aron said before cutting his link.

"Void?" Beth shouted out when Aron neared the hole he first came through. "What are your thoughts on those that see you as a villain for what happened in DC?" she asked, praying that he would answer.

"What they failed to realize is how many were you willing to let die that day? The heroes won't answer because they think they can save everyone. Nothing wrong with that, just not practical. Ask yourself how much innocent blood are you willing to have on your hands if we did it their way. Everyone I took out already had a rap sheet as long as I am tall from mur*er, Ra*e, and everything in-between. You condemn me for killing villains when they had already earned the death sentence many times over when dozens of more innocent people would have been harmed or killed that day. Those in the Rose Garden weren't the only ones in danger that day. A group of tourists was caught in the middle on the other side of the wall where one of their soldiers was preparing to fire into their group. If I had not acted, the lives of twenty-five people would not be here today. But I'm not a hero, nor am I a villain. They might think that, but that's fine. It doesn't matter; I do what's needed to be done, even if the world thinks I'm a villain," he said before stepping through the hole in the wall.

"Void a few more..." Beth's jaw dropped as she watched as Aron simply stepped out of the window and into the unknown.

"What the fuck?!" Iron Sarge shouted as he stared down at the naked rebar pointed up at him as he hung upside down. "What the fuck are you..." His body jerked and spasmed when Aron shot a taser dart into his chest. "Fuck you!" Iron Sarge spat as Aron roughly removed the dart from his chest once he came to again. Yelping in fear as he fell a few inches. Curling his chest, peering up at his feet. His eyes widened when no rope or wire was holding him suspended. No. Wires were involved, but a saucer-sized disk hovering six inches above his feet was truly holding him suspended.

"Do I have your attention now?" Aron asked before sending the man into a little spin as he walked along the steel beam of the new high rise that was being built. "Iron Sarge aka Sergeant Major Michael Reynolds joined the Army at the age of eighteen, worked your way up the ranks to Sergeant Major. Underwent a government experiment to turn yourself into one of the first members of their own superpower special forces team. Which you underwent willingly. Obviously, it worked, given how those blows had a force of ten tons. But after receiving the gene therapy, you turned on the staff and your future team members. Going on the run and becoming a soldier of fortune where you committed one war crime after war crime, and other murders around the globe."

"So I like to get around, so what?! That's not a crime, and you can't prove I was even there," Iron Sarge blustered.

"Who says I have to prove anything to anyone? Do you see any witnesses here?" Aron asked, squatting down and taking Iron Sarge by his hair and pulling him towards him. "You're only alive because of one reason, fuck with me, dick me around, and I will drop you, information or not."'

"Yeah, right..." A sadistic smile appeared on Aron's face as he switched off the antigrav engine and listened to Iron Sarge's scream of terror as he fell fifty stories to the ground below. Aron was amusing himself with a game of Bejeweled and the sounds of the man's holy screams of horror. He had already pre-programed the engine to come back on when it reached ten feet from the surface.

"Veil?"

"Yes, Void?"

"Contact Sara," Aron directed, listening as the ringtone played in his ears.

"Void? What can I help you with?"

"I take it you're at the office?"

"Affirmative."

"How would you like to get your hands on the villain called Iron Sarge?" Aron asked, knowing it was killing her not to say what she really wanted.

"I'd consider it as an early Christmas present. Why? Do you have him in your custody?"

"I do."

"Do you need a prisoner transport?" The corner of his lip lifted at how excited she sounded.

"Yeah, if you want to take custody of him while he's still in one piece," Aron said, looking down when the disk rose above his feet.

"Roger. What's your location?"

Aron peered down at his arm. Running his finger down the sleeve to power on the holographic projector to display the control panel. "Sending you the coordinates now."

"We can be there in ten minutes."

"Good. We can discuss the fundamentals of gravity while we wait," Aron joked.

"We'll see you soon."

"Now, where were we?" Sighing when the man just wouldn't stop screaming. So Aron had to dart him once again. "Believe me now?"

"What do you want?!" Iron Sarge asked, knowing a killer when he saw one. It was evident when the man wasted no time pressing some button and sending him plummeting to his spiky death.

"Everything you know about The Collector," Aron commanded.

"Listen, I never met the man; I was contacted over the net paid half up front to kill you. That's all I know. I wasn't about to pass up the chance to be the one that killed the man that took down Maximins."

"And how did that work out for you? Give me the bank account and routing number," Aron ordered, arching an eyebrow when the man gave that up rather too quickly.

Seven and a half minutes later, three large black SUVs and an armored transport crowded the dirt foundations that would be the grand water garden for the complex. The moment the neutralizer locked into place around Iron Sarge's neck Aron released his hold on the man. Holding the man's wrists with one hand while unlocking his own cuffs, and watched as one of Sara's men replaced it with a set of their own.

"Well, Void, you do look a little worse for wear," Sara said when she stepped up to him.

"Yeah, I can now officially say this suit is bunker-buster bomb rated," Aron chuckled at his own joke.

"You weren't hurt, were you?" Sara inquired, trying not to let her concern touch her voice.

"No, just the suit; I need you to do something for me," Aron said, holding out a Microdrive that her agency uses.

"What's this?" Sara asked, taking the drive from him.

"A bank account, that's as far as I could get without breaking too many laws, so I need you to see where you can take it on your end."

"Okay, but who is the bank account for? I just can't go running a search like this without knowing more," Sara spoke, pocketing the drive.

"The Collector."

"Oh? I understand; I'll get my team on it the moment I get back from the federal intake. I'll let you know the moment I know something. Void?" Gesturing to a more quieter area for them to speak. "I was wondering if you would come to the Hub in say two hours. The Director wants to speak with you in private."

"Sure. Gives me time to play with the kids."

"This 'play' does it involve a brunette?" Sara asked, referring to Jill, who she was very surprised to meet. Wondering just what Aron had been up to since they last saw one another.

"No, not enough time for that," Aron said, smiling beneath his mask.

"Some reason I have trouble believing that," Sara teased. "I'll see you soon," she whispered low.

Blowing out a breath as he eased off the jet bike once he had powered it down. Reaching up and pulling off his mask as he headed towards the changing room.

"Where is he?" Tazia's voice had an accusatory tone to it.

"Where do you think he is?" Aron asked, turning around to face her.

"I don't know, I would say jail, but I don't know with you," Tazia stated, crossing her arms.

"You really think that low of me?" Aron inquired, arching an eyebrow. "If you do, maybe you should move into Henry's room." Watching her eyes widen at the realization of what he just said. "This is who I am; if you can't get behind that, then maybe you should find someone else to be with."

"Aron, that's not what I meant," Tazia said, trying to walk it all back.

"Maybe you should figure out what you mean before you say it. Now, where's Henry? I don't have much time."

"Chery's watching the both of them upstairs. Please, Aron, that's not what I meant, don't leave mad," Tazia said, reaching out and taking hold of Aron's hand.

"What more do we have to say on the subject, Tazia?"

"I promise I won't bring it up again. I'm just worried about you, can't you see that?" Tazia asked with quivering eyes. "I don't want you to do something that will take you away from Henry and me. Haven't you realized yet, I'm in love with you? I'm only doing what a person in love would do, look after the one that has her heart. You can't be mad because I want you safe. That I want you here with us. To watch as our little boy grows into a man." Lightly resting her hand on Aron's chest as she stepped up to him. "You can't be mad about that, can you?"

"Your execution could use some work," Aron said plainly.

"I know, but I only do this out of love," Tazia said, staring into his eyes as her thumb brushed along the back of Aron's hand. "I'm sorry, can you forgive me?"

"Maybe."

Her lips curved into a smile, knowing what that meant. "Okay, I can take maybe," Tazia said before kissing her nephew. "So why don't you have much time?" she asked, watching him change out of his suit into a new one.

"Have to go back out, have to meet someone," Aron said cryptically.

"And just who is this someone?" Tazia intoned, resting her head against the doorframe.

"The Director of the NSA."

"Oh? Aiming high with the brown-nosing," Tazia teased, which got a snort out of Aron. "So why are you meeting the Director?"

"Have no clue; I was just asked to meet him. Not what it was about," Aron said as his fresh shirt slid down his chest.

"But you're just meeting him, no new missions, right?"

"That's right."

"Good, now you go see Henry and Nettie; I'll put this in the booth," Tazia said, bending down and scooping up his damaged suit. "Aron?" Stopping in the doorway, keeping her back to Aron.

"Hmm."

"I said I loved you; you're supposed to say it back," Tazia said, peering over her left shoulder.

"I know, but I'm mad at you."

"Oh, but you'll say it later, won't you?" Tazia asked bashfully, bowing her head.

"Mmmhmm."

"Then I can wait."

"Hey," Aron called out when she was halfway around the corner.

"Yes, Aron?"

"Love you," Aron spoke. He never said how much later. Watching Tazia's cheeks growing red rapidly as his words settled on her shoulders.

"I love you too, Aron," Tazia uttered low before heading off to the lab.

"There he is?!" Aron said, smiling down at his son as Henry smiled happily up at him when he saw him. "Have you been good for your Auntie?" he asked to which Henry shook his head. "No? Well, then I know what that calls for?!" Henry's laughter filled the den as Aron planted a raspberry upon his son's stomach. Running his fingers through his son's hair once he had sat him down.

"Hello, Dad, I do hope all your children get such a greeting," Jill cooed from the couch with Nettie in her arms as she watched her siblings while Chery went to the restroom. Leaning into him when he lowered himself down onto the couch beside her.

"Hello, Jill."

"Welcome home," Jill said in a light, alluring tone. Leaning in and giving her father her customary welcome home kiss. "Nettie missed you too; we are so going to be thick as thieves, oh yes we are?!" Watching Nettie wiggle in her arms as Nettie spoke into her mind. "I missed you," Jill whispered into Aron's ear. "Why are you still in your suit?" she asked, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Have to go back out, came home to play with the kids," Aron said, noting how she was smiling from the corner of his eye.

"Oh?"

"Not that kind of play, you perv," Aron said, getting a chuckle out of Jill.

"But it won't be long, will it?"

"I don't think so, maybe an hour."

"Good, there's a movie on tonight, and Isabel said I should watch it with you," Jill said in a loving tone.

"You sure taking movie recommendations from my sister is a good thing?" Aron said as he played with Nettie.

"And just what is wrong with the movies I watch?" Isabel asked from behind him.

"Oh nothing, that is if you discount all the belly bulging porn," Aron said, teasing his sister.

"That's a good one," Isabel chuckled, leaning over the back of the couch wrapping her arms around his neck. "In five days, do not plan anything. Do not plan on going anywhere for twenty-four hours. Can you promise me?"

"Alright," Aron said lightly, patting Isabel's wrist.

"Aron? Do... why are you still in your costume?" Aminah asked, walking into the den from the kitchen wearing her apron as it was her turn to help make dinner.

"Have to go back out."

"Aron? You just got home; you can't possibly have a new mission in such a short time," Aminah huffed.

"I'm just meeting someone. An hour max."

"It better be; you better not miss family night; Jill's looking forward to that movie, don't disappoint our daughter," Aminah said in a motherly voice. Ever since Jill has been awake, they've founded a strange mother-daughter bond. Not that she would ever complain; Jill needed it, and she wasn't going to fail her aunt. Plus, seeing how it was unspoken, everyone knew she and Tazia were more like wives to Aron than aunts.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Squeezing Jill's thigh lightly when he looked at her, who simply smiled at him.

"Good," her fingertips were light on his cheek as she bent down and kissed the man she was in love with, "do you want to eat now? We're keeping everything warm while the cobbler bakes."

"Yeah, don't want to disrupt family night."

Metaville, NSA Hub, rooftop

"Thank you for coming, Void," Sara said, greeting Aron. The wind gently lifted her brown hair. "Please, this way." Like always, once they were in the stairwell, she pounced. "I've missed you so much, Aron. Please say you'll come over soon?" Biting her lip as she felt his hands on her ass.

"Why not come with me when this is done. It is family night."

"It is?!" Sara mused with wide eyes, remembering what happened the last time. "Yes, I should be there with my family," she whispered beneath her breath before embracing Aron's lips again.

"Please, forgive the activity; we've had a large break in another case we're working on," Sara said when she led him into the command center.

"Any luck with that bank account?" Aron asked, stepping out of the way as a junior agent; he could only assume he was a new transfer seeing how he's never seen him there before. Noting how the man did a double-take when he looked back at him.

"It's taking longer than I thought it would to track it back to its source, but whomever The Collector is bounced the transfer all over the globe four dozen times before sending it to Iron Sarge. But we will just give us more time," Sara said, peering over her shoulder as she led him towards the SCIF.

"I'm running down other leads anyway," Aron uttered offhandedly.

"I heard; I hope when you do zero in on him, we'll be the first ones to know," Sara spoke, holding the door open for him.

"I'll make a note of it," Aron said as he entered.

"Just give it a minute to link up," Sara stated as they waited for the personnel to patch them through to the General.

"Good evening, Agent Honeybell, Void. Thank you for coming. I'll keep this as brief as possible, given your feats today. I also like to extend my gratitude towards you; Iron Sarge's capture has been a pet project of mine since being appointed to this office. Now, as to the reason I called you here," leaning forward, interlocking his fingers, and staring into his camera looking right at Aron, "you have proven time and time again that you are someone that gets things done. In lieu of the events in DC and upon hearing that you work with us when Agent Honeybell calls you in and that you've formed a team with the ex-European members who were a part of an international operation. The President has authorized me to create a clandestine group known only to the President, myself, Agent Honeybell, and the agents of the Metaville Hub. You will have our backing and authorization to use what means you deem necessary to bring the target in if you agree to this assignment."

"All means?"

"Yes, Void, any and all means you deem fit. I appreciate the fact that you use lethal means when it's appropriate and keep your gun holstered when you know a stray shot could injure a civilian that we are trying to protect. Now while you do have our complete backing in each and every mission we ask your assistance on, we cannot come out and publicly fund you. That would require Congressional approval and defeat the purpose of this team."

"I understand."

"Now, in forming this team, Agent Honeybell will work as your liaison; you and your team will work out of the Hub if or when we call you in. However, I have another assignment for you; this is my personal side mission, off the books. Given your record, there are those villains that would be more beneficial dead than alive. Worry not; I am not out to turn you into an assassin. The ones you'll be after are ones who already have a dead or alive warrant on their heads. Yet, where these people are, we cannot operate without fear of war. So I need you since you can go where my people cannot."

"If I agree to this black project, then I need time to do my own search on the names."

"I have no objections. On these missions, Agent Honeybell will be joining you to provide backup. I saw how well the two of you worked in the Rose Garden, so I'm sure the two of you won't have any troubles in the field."

"Understood."

"Now, I'll turn you over to the capable hands of Agent Honeybell. Void, you have the gratitude of a nation for what you have done for this country. I thank you, sir. Have a good night." With that, General Hastings cut the feed leaving Aron and Sara alone in that room.

"Aron, I know you like working alone on those kinds of missions. I promise you; I will not be a hindrance to you," Sara said with determination.

"I guess if you're going to be fighting with me, you're going to need a suit," Aron said, seeing her eyes moistening and quivering at the same time.

"Does this mean I finally get to see your base?"

"Hmm... have to talk to the others about that, seeing how it just isn't my base. But you do get to see my lab. Just imagine all that probing," Aron joked.

"I can live with that," Sara said with a sultry smile. "Now, before we leave, I have something for you." Pushing forward a black velvet-lined box that the General had flown out first thing in the morning. "These were specially made for you and your team; if you're ever stopped when on a mission for us, just run your finger counterclockwise along its surface, and it will display your federal authority you have on the scene. But only use it if you absolutely have to." Opening the box and picking up the only gold one to symbolize who the captain of the team was and opening his coat, attaching the pin to the inner lining of his coat. "Now, you look like a man in charge of a bunch of superheroes," Sara teased as she stepped closer to him. "Aron, I'm ready to go home now," she said, eager to be with him, even if it was just watching a movie. All she cared about was spending time with him, not what they were doing.

"Oh?" Watching Sara's cheeks heat as he pulled her into him. "That so?"

"Mmmhmm," Sara hummed, feeling her nipples hardening the longer she felt his hand on her ass.

"Then I guess I should escort the lady home, should I not?" Aron mused, watching how Sara nodded her head very vigorously when he reached down and plucked the box off the table and slipped it into his left coat pocket.

"Peter, you're in charge until Mark comes in," Sara ordered as she led Aron towards the door that would take them to the stairwell. "Make sure the transcript of the interrogation gets sent to the CIA and the chief; I know they're both interested in what that man said."

"Yes, ma'am," Peter nodded in understanding.

"Void!" His name was shouted out from somewhere in the command center, causing him to stop in his tracks. "I'm sorry to ask this when you're probably tired as hell. But could you please sign this for my little boy? He just thinks the world of you." A wire-framed, nerdy, thin woman stood before him, holding out her son's favorite picture that she had made for her son when Aron was battling Maximins.

"Sure, what's his name?" Aron asked, taking the marker from her.

"Timothy," she said with loving pride.

"Strong name," Aron nodded as he wrote out a greeting for her son. "Hope your son enjoys it," he said, handing the picture back to her. Watching how her eyes moistened when she read what he had written.

"Thank you so much; I know he will!" she said, rising on her toes and placing a quick peck on his left cheek. Aron watched how she scurried back to her side of the command center, waving the picture in the air in her excitement as she neared her friends that she had made since transferring to the Metaville branch.

"Come,' Sara said with a smile on her lips, knowing her people were already a part of his diehard fan club. "We can't miss family night," she whispered.

Aron's back straightened as a cold chill crept up his spine at the thought of what Tazia and Aminah would do if he missed it. "Right," Aron nodded.

"Sara? What are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming over," Aminah said, getting up from her seat on the couch in the living room where they had waited for Aron's return. Also, where they were going to spend family night alone in.

"I invited her over; it is, after all, family night, isn't it?" Aron said, stepping out of the elevator in his street clothes with Sara behind him.

"It is," Aminah nodded, glancing at the clock, knowing he was home ten minutes early, which put a smile on her lips. When it told her that Aron does value the time they share together. "And you're right; we should have included her. Can you forgive me for letting it slip my mind?"

"I'm here, so don't worry about it. Now, where are those two adorable angels?" Sara said, referring to Henry and Nettie.

"Right there, waiting on their daddy to come home," Aminah said in a loving voice as her gaze fell on her daughter.

"Hey, babies," Sara squealed in happiness as she neared the two of them. Seeing their smiles knowing they remember her. "Have you been good for your mommies?"

"Henry has been a bit naughty lately, so watch yourself," Tazia warned, reaching over and tickling her son's stomach. However, Henry wasn't going to sit by when a pair of breasts were within his reach.

"Henry!" Sara gasped when Henry just blatantly grabbed handfuls of her left breast. "You naughty boy!" Watching Henry giggle as she playfully nibbled on his fingers as punishment. "And here is the pretty, pretty Nettie," seeing her gummy smile widening, "I do hope you're behaving yourself better than your brother is."

"I know I'm going to be bad," Jill said, getting up from her seat and walking right over to Aron. Not wasting a second in lavishing her father in her sweet kisses. "Welcome home, Daddy," she whispered as she pulled away. "I do hope you've missed your little girl," Jill spoke in a sweet tone as she rubbed her breasts into his chest to entice something to rise for this night's event.

"Maybe," Aron smirked, seeing Jill's eyes sparkle when that word left his lips.

"Do you like the outfit? Issy helped pick it out for me," Jill said, backing away. Showing off the thin white tank top that had no problem in allowing the color of her areolas to bleed through and the blue boy shorts she was wearing. She didn't want any hindrance when the time came for it. Her eyes glanced down, noting the movement in his pants. "I think you do," she uttered with a wanton smirk.

"Aron, help me carry the children to the other room; the movie isn't fit for them," Tazia said as she lifted Henry out of the baby swing. "Make yourself a snack, Sara, I don't know if you've eaten today..." Seeing her shaking her head that she has not had a meal all day. "We have leftovers from dinner if you're really hungry."

"Only if I'm not imposing on you," Sara said, looking up at Tazia from her kneeling position.

"My dear, you are a part of this family now," Tazia said, lightly caressing Sara's left cheek. "If you're hungry, just say so, and we'll get you fed. Because you're going to need your energy."

"Then I would be happy to take you up on your offer," Sara said, smiling when she knew what Tazia meant. She was going to get fucked, and she was going to fucking love it!

"Then come on, I'll fix you something. I can't have my father's wife going hungry on family night," Jill spoke, smiling evilly when Aron's head snapped towards her when she spoke the word they used only when Aron wasn't around.

"Thank you, Jill, you're right that would be poor of me if I can't perform my wifely duties," Sara said; now that it was out in the open, she wasn't ever going to hold her tongue when that word was involved. "So, are you spending the night?" Aron arched an eyebrow when it appeared Sara had actually came in response to the question.

"Only if your dad wants his third wife to share his bed," Sara said, peering back at him with a sneaky smile.

"You'll get over it," Tazia teased as she lightly smacked his cheek as she passed with Henry in her arms. "Your smart; you didn't think we would think of ourselves as your wives?" she asked as they walked down the hall towards the den where the rest of her family was.

"Just never entered my mind."

"Well, you have wives now; you best take care of us," Tazia said sweetly, snuggling up to him as they rounded the corner and walked into the den. Seeing Isabel's, Lyla's, and Vera's eyes lighting up at the sight of Aron as he carried Nettie in his arms.

"Chery!" Sara's voice filled the house. They all looked to him, knowing they weren't told she was coming over.

"Yeah!" Chery called back.

"This pasta is amazing! You have to show me how you make it sometime!" Sara said, praising her future family member.

"Thank you, I will. Come over more often, okay?!"

"Oh, I'm never leaving now that I've tasted this!" Sara said, getting a chuckle out of all of them.

"Aron, what is she doing here?" Vera asked in a protective motherly voice.

"Relax, Vera, it's family night, and she is our," pulling Aron into her, "family. Would you deprive your son of seeing his third, I hate to admit, lawful wife?" Tazia asked, loving that blank stare, that gaping mouth, that expressionless face as their minds went offline by the bomb she just dropped in their laps. It would seem her siblings were amused as well at Vera's and Noah's silence.

"Aron?!" Lyla pouted. "You didn't tell me you were looking for a wife. If you had, I'd have thrown my name in there too," she huffed as she crossed her arms below her breasts. "You know I have known you longer and loved you longer. I should have been the first one you called wife."

"Lyla!" Vera gasped, finally coming out of her stupor.

"Oh, Lyla, I didn't know that. You should have said something," Tazia stated, "we'd never willingly leave you out if we had known."

"Well..." Her voice got a small, bashful feel to it as she looked down, "you know now," Lyla muttered.

"Would you like to come join family night with us?" Tazia asked, to which she just patted Aron's arm when he gave her that look. While her eyes told him he should just get used to it. "Then come on, there's enough for everyone during family night," she said, giving Aron that knowing smile of hers when Lyla nodded. "Isn't there, baby?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Isabel, would you mind watching Nettie for a while?" Aron asked, smiling down at his daughter as he walked towards where his sister was sitting.

"Of course, Aron, bring that sweet girl here," Isabel said, holding out her arms to him. Knowing she was going to need the practice in taking care of a baby. Seeing her mother taking Henry into her arms.

"Sis, we're going to be talking about this wife business," Vera said sternly as she bounced her grandbaby on her knee.

"There's nothing to talk about Vera, it's already done. You. Can't. Stop. It." Tazia teased in that sisterly voice of hers as Vera narrowed her eyes.

"Well, at least one of my brothers is moving forward with his life," Isabel grumbled, casting a glance at Troy. Who was appearing to be ignoring her remark, but she knew he was irked by it by the slight clenching of his jaw that she noticed as Lyla, Tazia, and Aron left the room.

"Hey, Dad?" Jill spoke with Lyla urging her on.

"Yeah?" Aron looked up from the cards in his hand and across the board game, they played after the movie had ended. Which to him was so convoluted it was no wonder his sister liked it.

"Can I show you something?"

Aron wondered why that innocent voice of hers had such a sinful tone to it. "Okay." He watched as Jill graciously rose from her seat and eased around the table on which the board sat. "What are you doing?" Aron asked when Jill spun on her heel and straddled his lap.

"Told you, showing you something that your sisters showed me," Jill said with a devilish grin over her shoulder before beginning to twerk for her father. Resting her hands on his knees, watching how Aron's eyes couldn't look away. Feeling herself tremble when she felt Aron's hands on her ass

"It's doing no one any good being trapped in your pants," Sara said with a coy grin on her lips as she freed Aron's manhood, to which everyone nodded in agreement.

"You devious woman teasing my little pussy with daddy's cock, I love it," Jill said, peering back at Sara when she rubbed Aron's crown along her labia. "Oh, Sara! I didn't know you... oh fuck yes!" she howled as she came when Sara sucked on her clitoris through her boy shorts.

"Of course, I am; we wives have to take care of each other until it's our turn to be with Aron," Sara said before inhaling Aron's rod.

Jill's eyes moved around the room as the others began to undress. She knew Aminah was eager to be with her father after getting the okay from her doctor that she could start having sex again. "Daddy, please," Jill's voice was full of need as she pushed down the waistband of her boy shorts, "I need you in me." The fabric pulled away from her wet, dew-laden lips, revealing how red her mound was in her arousal. "Don't you want to feel this hot pussy around your cock, Daddy?" Humming in contentment as she felt Sara's hand on her ass guiding her down onto her father's pole. Leaning back once Sara moved out of the way, rolling her hips as she made love to her father. Her hand covered his as his fingers teased her clit. "Yes, that's it, play with your little girl," Jill said breathlessly before capturing his lips as she continued to ride him while Aron fondled her breast. Squealing as she coated that cock that she loved in her hot cream after ten minutes of bliss. "Mom's next," Jill purred as she rose, her hand gliding along his slick cock as she did. "I better be getting showered."

"Oh, don't you worry, that's always going to happen," Aminah said, smiling down at Aron as he quickly took off his shirt as she straddled him. "I've nearly went mad waiting for this moment, be gentle with me," she cooed down at her nephew as her labia parted, welcoming its long-lost friend back to the place it truly belonged. Whimpering loudly, her nails scraped down his chest as her folds grew accustomed to his cock once again.

"Always," Aron noted how her eyes quivered at that as she sank down to his base.

"Oh, Aron," Aminah whispered before passionately kissing the man she loved. Hearing Sara and Lyla going at it from behind her.

"Fuck, that feels like the real thing?!" Sara moaned loudly as Lyla was pounding her from between her legs.

"Because it sort of is the real thing," Lyla muttered bashfully.

"Then you have to do this every time."

"Really?" Lyla uttered; she had stayed as herself when she came back with Aron to show that she was indeed working on her fear. That she could overcome it and carry his baby. She just didn't think Sara would be so accepting of her.

"Lyla, I want to be with you in whatever way you feel comfortable with being with me as a man, woman, or futanari. After all, I am your brother's wife; we're family. Just no animals, even I'm not that kinky," Sara said. Elation raced through her body when she said those words, and no one laughed.

Tears reamed Lyla's eyes; it was the first time ever a nongifted human said a kind thing about her metamorphic abilities. "Thank you," Lyla said, her voice trembled as she did.

"Oh, honey, don't cry, shh, come here and make love to me," Sara said, holding out her arms to Lyla. It wasn't as if she's never been with a woman, just not one that could grow her own dick. Which, she had to admit, could have its advantages.

"Oh, Aron!" Aminah's moan filled the room and their house as she laid on her back, with her legs on Aron's shoulders while he pumped that orgasmic cock into her. "That's it, fuck me like that! Just like that! Aron!" She screamed out as her orgasmic juices gushed out around Aron's cock as she had her first big orgasm in weeks. Aminah's lips pulled at his as his cock eased out of her hot, satisified velvet pocket as Aron left her there to recover.

"Aron?" Tazia called sweetly to him as she shoved the board off the table as she climbed onto it, and assumed the position. "Fuck me." Was her only command, looking hungrily back at him when Aron thrust hard into her. "That's it, baby, pound me good," she purred as Aron began to jackhammer into her.

Aron looked oddly at his sister as Lyla snuggled against Sara as she stroked Lyla's hair. "You best not keep us ladies waiting much longer, Aron," Sara said in a sultry voice as her sensuous smirk rose the corner of her lip.

"Yes, you better not," Lyla spoke in a little pout.

"Oh God! Aron! You're fucking me so good!" Tazia moaned as she held onto the lip of the table as her pussy liquified. Her hips jerked, her muscles twitched, a stupefied smile was on her lips as a little squirt of her cum shot out of her cunt as Aron's wet, very cream-coated cock left her channel.

"Lay right here," Lyla patted the spot before her.

"Hold on, Dad," Jill said, taking him by the hand. Not giving Aron a moment to speak before she swallowed his cock. Cleaning his rod of the sex that marred it. "Mmm... we ladies taste delicious," she hummed, smacking her lips. "Now, you best give it to them as good as the rest of us got it," Jill stated, smacking his ass, telling him to carry on.

"Aron?" Lyla peered down at him as Sara was sucking him off. She didn't mind that she was the last one. It was the fact that she was a part of their group now that had her so overjoyed.

"Yeah?"

"I love you," Lyla whispered as she caressed his cheek.

"Love you too, sis."

"Then you won't have a problem with tasting your sister's pussy?" Lyla said with a sneaky grin.

"Never have," Aron said, his hand squeezing Sara's thighs as her folds tightened around his cock as she glided along it.

"Good, because it really wants to feel your touch," Lyla said, positioning her mound over his mouth. Noticing the numerous shadows beneath the door as whoever was standing out in front of the closed living room double doors. Wondering how much her other family members wanted to be in the room with them at the moment.

"Oh, fuck, Aron, your cock feels so good," Sara said breathlessly as her hips had a mind of their own as they increased their pace to reach that peak. While she was yearning to feel his cum striking the back of her womb yet this gathering wasn't about her; no, it was about the bonds they formed during it. The sex was just a bonus. So no one got the creampie that she suspected they all wanted. They share in Aron's cum as they share in his body. "Don't leave your wife wanting for so long anymore; it's criminal," Sara purred as she plunged her hips down rapidly, all so Lyla could have her turn as well.​