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Eximius Ch.02

By: Jay2Kay



There is blatant incest in this chapter this time, so, just a fair warning to those who want to follow this story.

Also, please feel free to comment and let me know what you think so far. I listen to CONSTRUCTIVE criticism and suggestions.

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I cancel my 4 o'clock appointment and reschedule for first thing tomorrow morning on my way to my parents' place. I can't believe Alana would do this. I know I upset her, but to buy a disease from a dealer; what the fuck was she thinking? She must have had this as a backup plan in case seducing her brother failed; now I don't have a choice but to fuck her to health. 

As stupid as the idea was, I couldn't deny her genius as well. She's wanted to discover her ability for years and nothing has happened to allow her to, so she's making it happen herself. She's just lucky my ability doesn't take on the disease to be healed within me. That alone could wipe me out. As it is, creating a vaccine and "injecting" it into someone is no more tiring than the act of sex. 

I pay the cab driver by pressing my thumb to the glass plate in the back of his seat, add a tip and then hurry into my parents' house in a quiet neighborhood in the suburbs of the city. A quick pressing of my thumb to the key plate outside allows me entrance, just like Alana did to get into my apartment in town. The robotic voice announces my arrival and my father's head pops out from his office to the left of the entry. 

"I think it's one of the ancient diseases. Ebola, I believe," he says, handing me the syringe he'd discovered. I know who she got it from; there was only one dealer in the city who would sell that to civilians. Typically the concoction was used in assassinations, but this guy sold it as a revenge tool for the common people. 

"I'll deal with that later," I promise my father and he nods; he looks uncomfortable about what he knows I'm about to go do. "I'm sorry," I apologize and he shakes his head.

"As wrong as it seems, it's better that it's you rather than some stranger," he reasons. "At least I know you'll be doing it to save her life, not so much for pleasure."

I nod. "I agree," I say, it's partially a lie since I would have slept with her if she hadn't slipped up and admitted she was seducing me to discover her ability. 

I walk down the hall and turn left towards my sister's room. Mom is in there, stroking her hair with a breathing mask on to protect herself from contracting the deadly virus. 

"Mom," I say and she whips her head around.

"Keith," she cries through the white mask and then gets up to hug me. 

I stare at Alana in her bed, torn between anger and fear.

"Why would she do this?" she demands from me.

"Mom, don't be too upset with her. Let me do my job and I'll explain everything, okay?" I say after hugging her. 

She nods and leaves me to tend to my sister. I shut the door for privacy since I know this is going to get a little graphic for my parents. They still don't like the method of my ability, but they don't hold it against me either. I kneel at my sister's side and stroke her hair. Her eyes open a little and it slowly registers that I'm there. 

"Keith," she groans.

"Shh," I say. "Don't talk, Alana. I'm going to heal you, and you know in which way I have to do it. You're too weak to be able to do anything, so, unfortunately you're going to have to just lie there," I say, explaining to her another flaw in her plan. "This may not bring your ability to fruition, but I guess we'll just have to see what happens, won't we?"

"I'm sorry," she croaks.

"Shh," I stroke her hair. "Don't talk, Alana. I forgive you, okay? Let's just get you healthy again," I say and then stand up and remove my clothing. I pull back her bed sheet to find her already naked, but there are cool pads surrounding her torso and legs. Mom must have done it to help bring down the fever caused by the plague in her system. I stand over her and place one hand on her head and the other between her chest and stomach. My ability seeks out the virus coursing through her veins and begins to create a cure within me. My temperature rises as my body goes to work, all the while, my cock is growing harder and harder due to the process of creating the cure. Two minutes later, my temperature peaks and holds; my cock is fully erect and ready to inject into Alana's pussy. All that's left is the actual act of fucking her.

I toss the cool packs to the floor and spread her legs apart enough to enter her. I lift her lower body up with one arm while aiming my cock with my free hand. I press the tip against her entrance and she gasps slightly. I slowly press into her and meet the resistance of her hymen. She takes a few deep breaths and then nods, telling me I can press farther. When I feel it release, she winces in pain a little and then calms her breathing down. She's incredibly tight since I'm now taking her virginity. But, since I'd just fucked that beautiful little pixie earlier, I'm not sure I can do this as quickly as our parents hope. 

With her legs now wrapped around me, I lie down on top of her and kiss her; it's an automatic reaction for me from being inside a woman, I just always kiss them. At first I freeze up because I realize I'm kissing my sister, but as soon as she kisses back (already starting to feel better), all thoughts and fears leave my mind and we become two consenting adults. I slide out of her slowly, but only about halfway, before I push back into her again. She gasps into my mouth, but not in pain this time. She's enjoying my cock penetrating her. I can't deny that I'm enjoying it as well. 

Her soft belly is comforting as I plunge in and out of her pussy. I begin to lose myself in the moment more and more as I kiss down her smooth neck to her collarbone. Her arms wrap around my shoulders and then she digs her nails into my back. The small amount of pain from her long fingernails triggers a new level of horniness deep inside me I've never felt before. I begin to pick up the pace and Alana gasps with each powerful thrust into her. She doesn't say a word the whole time, but only gasps and moans as I drill her pussy. The closer I grow to my orgasm, the hotter my cock gets. 

"Oh god," she says. "Why is it so hot?" she asks.

"That's what happens before I heal you," I tell her.

"No, not your cock," she says and I understand her implication, but it's too late to pretend I don't want this. I agree with her; we're both enjoying this more than either of us expected. It's unfortunate Alana doesn't have enough energy to help due the virus still coursing through her body, but I make up for it with my own vigor. She beings to scream, so I plant my mouth on hers to keep her quiet; we don't need our parents thinking we enjoyed this too much. They have to believe I'm only doing this to save her life. That's how it started, but it quickly changed to become just as pleasurable as any other time I've fucked a girl to health.

I grunt my last few thrusts and coat her insides with my healing spunk. She cries into my shoulder, gently bucking her hips into me as I fill her up. We gasp for air for a couple minutes before I finally pull out of her and lie down on her left. 

I sit up against her headboard and allow her to cuddle up with me. "Why did you do this, sis? Please tell me it wasn't just to gain powers," I say quietly.

"It started off that way," she admits. "But, when I tried to seduce you this afternoon and we got so close, I realized it was something I've wanted for a long time."

I let her words sink in but I kiss the top of her head as I do. What is it I want? Do I want my sister now or was this a one-time thing to heal her? I look down at her and drink her in with my eyes. I love the way she's put together; I don't even care if she's a little thicker and softer than the rest of the world. Sometimes I feel like our world is just a little too perfect. Not that I'm not attracted to the women in our society; they're fucking unbelievable. But, my sister is different, special. Beautiful.

"I was upset earlier when you let it slip that you wanted to discover your ability and were going to use me to do it," I confess.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't mad at you when I left; I was just embarrassed."

"That's good to know," I say.

"I'm sorry if I made you think I was mad at you," she apologizes.

"It's okay, sis. It's all forgiven and behind us now. In fact, I'm glad this happened," I tell her and kiss her head again, holding her tighter. "We should probably get dressed, though," I say. "Mom and Dad will be expecting us to walk out of here any minute."

She sighs. "I wish I could just stay here for a little while," she complains quietly.

"Me too, but they can't know we enjoyed this, remember?"

"I know," she says and then sits up; she looks so much better than when I walked in earlier.

"How do you feel?" I ask her as she goes to her closet to pick out an outfit.

"I feel so much better. A little weak, but I can't tell if that's from the healing or you pounding into me," she says with a wink over her shoulder.

I grin and get up out of the bed to pull my clothes on. I admire her curvy body from the edge of her bed for a moment before grabbing my boxers and tan pants. I pull them on, buckle the belt and then pull on the white button up shirt I'd tossed to the floor a few minutes ago. 

Alana puts on a light, flowery dress that hugs her chest beautifully. The dress flows over her body fluidly, cutting off at her knees. She goes to her dresser and pulls out a simple pair of cotton panties to wear under the dress. I hug and kiss her one last time before we leave the room.

"Alana!" Mom cries as we walk out of the room and she smothers her with hugs and kisses immediately. "Why would you do that to us?" she scolds through her tears.

Alana looks at me and then at her fidgety hands. "I was getting desperate to trigger my ability. I'm almost twenty-one and nothing has happened to trigger it, so, I figured since Keith discovered how his healing works through sex, I needed to have sex to trigger my ability too."

Mom studies her daughter's face for a minute, putting the pieces together. "Is that why you made yourself sick? So Keith would have to...do that to you to heal you?" she looks appalled. "Why would you do that to your brother?"

Alana shrugs. "I was desperate, Mom, and no boys I know would ever sleep with me even though I've tried."

"Alana!" she scolds again.

"Mom, stop," I say gently. "Our world has become very superficial. These abilities we all have keep our bodies in perfect shape. Obviously Alana doesn't have that and anything less than perfection gets persecuted in our society," I explain to her. "You probably don't see it because Alana has been keeping it from you for as long as she can, and I'm sorry, Sis, but I have to say something," I say, seeing the scared look on Alana's face. "She gets bullied by assholes out there," I say, trying to hold back my protective anger. 

Alana hugs my arm and puts her head on my shoulder.

"Alana? Is this true?" Dad finally speaks up.

She nods at him. "I'm sorry I never said anything. I didn't want to worry you," she says.

Alana has always been selfless with the exception of discovering her powers. 

"I'm sorry we weren't more approachable about this, honey," Dad says, walking up with his arms extended. Alana leaves my side and lets our father hold her tight.

"I'm sorry I didn't just say something regardless," she cries into his chest. Mom even joins in, stroking her hair.

"I'm sorry for getting upset, Alana," she says softly. 

I smile at the scene of my family loving each other. I feel like I've not only healed my sister, who intentionally infected herself, but also my family in their struggle to understand my sister who had been so different than us for so long. All of that was about to change, though.

The next morning Alana wakes me up with a kiss on my forehead. I recognize her touch, but when I open my eyes, I barely recognize her. She doesn't quite have the perfect body most of our society has, but she's definitely a little thinner. She still has her killer curves at her hips and her breasts are still rather big, but he stomach just looks a little tighter.

"Good morning," she says quietly. 

"Good morning," I reply and sit up.

"I guess you're not the only one awake," she says and pats my crotch. 

I look down and notice my morning wood pitching a tent in my sheets. 

"Want me to 'heal' that?" she teases. I can't help but notice the new found confidence she has. 

"Are you feeling alright?" I ask.

"I feel amazing, Keith, and for the first time in my life. On my way here, I got looks from complete strangers," she says excitedly. I have to admit, her excitement and confidence is alluring. I let my eyes wander over her slightly improved body. Part of me wishes she hadn't changed; I loved her just the way she was. "I feel healthier, too," she says finally, and that's what seals it for me. If she's happy with her body, then I'm happy with the change as well.

"I'm glad you're so happy, Sis," I say and then take her hand.

"I had to borrow clothes from Mom because mine are a little loose now. She's taking me shopping later for new clothes, but I think we should wait a couple more days to see if my body changes any more than it has," she rattles off. Her eyes drift back to my still hard cock. "So, what do you say, Brother, want me to take care of that for you?"

I think about it for a moment. Yesterday was one thing, saving her from a deadly virus, but she's perfectly healthy now, it would be completely different.

"I don't know, Sis," I say apprehensively.

"I know it's not like yesterday, but wasn't there a time during it that you let go of thoughts of it being for my health and just enjoyed it?" she asks.

If I say no, I'll be lying, so I nod. She does look really good, too. Plus, I always found that my ability works best after I jerk off in the morning. The myths in the past about semen build up being toxic for your body were actually pretty true about me. I remember one time healing someone early in the morning and I actually made her sicker. We had to fuck again to heal both problems. Not that we were complaining about having to fuck twice, but I'd rather not deal with making someone sick with my cock; I'd rather just heal them.

"You did enjoy it, didn't you?" she whispers, leaning in closer. She drags her fingertips along my thigh as she leans across me, placing her hand on mine as I push myself up against my headboard a little higher.

"Of course I did," I admit guiltily.

"Why do you sound so guilt-ridden?" she asks.

"Because you're my sister and it isn't right for us to be acting like this."

She looks down at my ever-hardening cock and grins. "Your magic wand doesn't seem to agree," she teases and then brushes the back of her hand against it. I'm shocked I don't erupt right then.

"That's because he has a mind of his own and knows no relational boundaries."

"Well, I like the way he thinks," she says leaning in closer, her face only inches away. All I have to do is lean forward slightly and our faces would lock together at the lips.

I let out a deep breath I don't realize I've been holding in. "Alana, we-" I don't finish my protest before her lips softly press against mine. She lingers for a few, long seconds before slowly backing away. My eyes open to see hers burning into mine. 

"Fuck it," I say and then plant my mouth on hers. She kisses back with vigor, her tongue pushes its way into my mouth and I accept it greedily, sliding my own against hers. She tastes sweet, like berries. We breathe heavily through our noses as we make out. She straddles her legs over my lap. I pull her red, short sleeved top up over her head. She isn't wearing a bra, so her magnificent breasts jiggle as the light fabric releases them. I pull one into my mouth and suck on her long nipple. Her breasts are a little smaller, but they aren't any less beautiful. They've shrunk down to a nicer, rounder shape and sag a little less than before. 

Her salty skin is smooth on my tongue as I lick around her nipple. I hear her gasp and giggle and moan as I suck on her. I lightly scratch her back as she slowly grinds her hips into my throbbing cock still covered by my boxers and the bed sheet. As I switch to her other breast I slide my hands down to her luscious ass that feels a little tighter now. I take hold of the stretchy black pants that are so tight they look painted on. I'm almost amazed that my mother has clothes like this, but then again, she doesn't look any older than I do, so it's not a total surprise.

I peal the tight pants over her round ass and down her thighs. She rolls off of me and pulls them off the rest of the way while I shove the sheet off of my legs. By fully erect cock pops out the opening in the front of my boxers, all seven and a half inches of it, fully exposed. Alana stares in amazement at the secret to my abilities. 

"All of that was in me yesterday?" she asks in awe.

I nod. "Ever last inch," I say and she grins hungrily.

Alana then bends in her sitting position and sucks the tip into her mouth. My head falls back for a moment at the sensation of her mouth on my cock. Her tongue swirls around the hooded monster in her mouth, teasing the tiny hole that dispenses my healing spunk. I put my hands on the back of her head and stroke her soft, black hair. She slides her mouth further down my rigid cock, taking it one excruciating inch at a time until I bump the back of her throat. She releases my cock with a cough and then sucks in air as she jerks me now that I'm a little more slick with her saliva.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"I'm fine," she says and then dives back in, taking more of my length this time. She quickly pulls off to change position. She gets off of the bed and I sit on the edge. From there she's able to take more of me into her throat. I can't believe my own sister is deep throating my cock like a pro. I have no idea where these skills are coming from since she's never been with anyone before, but I'm not complaining either. Her head bobs up and down my rod, her tongue sliding along the bottom. She stops at the top to tease the tip with her tongue every few seconds until finally I can't take anymore; I need to be inside her. 

"Stop," I gasp. "Come up here," I command and she obeys. 

Alana stands up and I scoot back a little on the bed so she can straddle my lap. She grabs my cock and aims it for her dripping pussy and then slowly sinks down on top of it, impaling her slit inch by loving inch. Once I'm fully engulfed by her sex, I hold her in place, reveling in the feeling of being buried deep inside her. Her bright blue eyes lock on my hazel ones and we just stare for a minute before she slowly begins to grind her hips into my lap, circling my throbbing meat in her cunt. She wraps her arms around my head and nearly smothers me with her gorgeous tits. I kiss and lick what I can reach with my mouth and tongue, which isn't much until I change things up. 

I stand up and bounce her once on my cock. Her eyes widen in shock and then she smiles lustfully, squeezing her legs together to lift herself up my cock before allowing gravity to pull her back down it again. I hold her up by her thighs and let her control the pace as I stand there, holding her off the floor with mostly my cock. I feel the muscles in her pussy contract and expand as she slides up and down my pole, milking me for my cum that hasn't been released yet. The suction in her pussy feels almost like another mouth rather than her vagina. 

My legs begin to burn a little so I decide to return back to the bed, but this time I'm taking the top position. 

"Hold on," I instruct and then move us to the center of the bed without removing myself from the clutches of her pussy.


Eximius Ch.02



I fall on top of her and she gasps and then bursts out laughing. "Fuck, I wasn't expecting that, but holy shit that felt good. Fuck me, Brother," she begs and I oblige. 

I lift my upper body off of hers and slam my cock into her pussy relentlessly. No words come out of her mouth or mine; I grunt as I pound into her while she screams out unintelligible sounds and cries. A few short minutes later, she pushes on one of my shoulders and we roll together without any separation until she's on top, straddling my cock. She begins to ride me like a bucking bronco. I reach up and squeeze her succulent breasts and she squeals in delight, holding my hands tighter to her chest to squeeze her tits even harder. 

When she releases my hands I slide them down her body to her shapely hips, pulling her down as she falls down my cock. The sounds of skin slapping skin echo off my bare walls as our lower halves meet over and over. I can't believe I'm fucking my sister, but instead of being disgusted, I'm turned on by it more. The craziest thing is, she's just as into it as I am, if not more.

Soon I feel that familiar sensation of a building orgasm, but this time my cock doesn't heat up like it has in the past. This is a normal, but no less amazing, orgasm. I have nothing to heal aside from my own relief. We slow for a second so I can bend my knees enough to be able to thrust up into her as she crashes down on me. I decide against it, though and tell her to get on her hands and knees. With a devilish grin she complies and I get behind her, aim my cock for her entrance and then slam into her once the head pushes through her folds again. I take hold of her meaty hips and ram into her over and over again. My orgasm builds more and I believe hers is too by the way her pussy just tightened around my cock. The unbelievable tightness her pussy just created adds to the sensation of my coming climax. I pick up the pace and jackhammer into her. She begins to scream louder than any other woman I've been with; and I've had some screamers I've had to heal.

"FILL ME UP! FILL YOUR SISTER WITH YOUR SPUNK! GIVE ME YOUR POISON! LET ME HEAL YOU!" she adds, remembering what I'd told her about my first cum of the day. I hadn't even realized that this could heal me. If she's a healer like me, then maybe she can take away whatever causes my morning wood to create poisonous sperm. 

Regardless of what she's helping me with, the sight of her perfect, round, bubble butt in front of me pushes me over the edge and I blast her insides with my cum. I feel a mixture of fluids coat both of our sex organs as I blast her with five huge loads of jizz. As we both come down from our mutual climaxes, we collapse onto the bed, me spooning behind my sister.

"Holy shit that was good," she says turning towards me and cuddling into my arms. 

"Yeah, it was," I agree. I fight off a twinge of guilt from fucking my sister. I tell myself she wanted it as much as I did; more actually. 

"Are you okay?" she asks, undoubtedly sensing my mixed feelings.

"Yeah," I whisper and kiss her forehead. 

"Liar," she counters, breathing into my chest. "Was I bad?" she asks.

"Are you kidding me? That was the best sex I've ever had," I tell her.

"Then what's wrong?" she asks. "I was so happy until I saw that you weren't."

I sigh and think about what I want to say before saying something stupid. She knows to wait because I rarely will say anything to upset her, with the exception of yesterday; but I was feeling used at that time.

"Alana, I love you more than anything, you know that," I tell her.

Her hair brushes against my cheek as she nods.

"Good. But, you know this isn't a natural way for a brother and sister to act, right?"

She shrugs. 

"Sis," I say pointedly. 

She sighs. "I know," she says reluctantly.

"As much as I enjoyed it and despite how amazing it was and how great it felt, I still can't help but feel guilty because of how wrong it is as well. Can you understand that?"

"I guess so," she says in a small voice. "I know Mom and Dad would be upset. They were okay with yesterday because I was sick, but to do it on our own because we want to would be different."

"So, you understand why I feel so torn right now?" I ask her.

"Yeah, I do," she says. "But I feel happier about it than I do guilty," she admits.

I think about it and I honestly do as well. After talking to her and knowing she feels some of the same things I am, I'm a little more at ease about it.

"I'm happy, too, sis," I say, caressing her shoulder. She lifts her head up and we kiss again. 

"Can I stay with you?" she asks.

"You mean like move in?"

She nods. "I think Mom and Dad would be okay with it."

"I don't think they would, sis. This is a one bedroom apartment. They'd know what's going on if you moved in here."

She sighs again. "I guess you're right."

"Let me figure some things out, okay? Maybe we can look for a bigger place. I just don't want to lose clients because I moved without them knowing."

"Do you have repeat customers?" she asks.

"Sometimes, but not very often."

"Then what does it matter? There's only a few you'd have to let know you've moved, new clients will find you the same way they always have; from the database."

She has a point. Maybe it was time for a change. I've been living alone for a few years and it has gotten lonely despite the daily visits from clients needing healing. It just wasn't the same as companionship, though. I've always wished to meet someone to have a family with, but with my profession, it wasn't exactly easy to have a relationship with anyone. There's too much jealousy that comes from being in a relationship with me. It would be different with Alana, though. She's known what I do since we were teenagers; it wouldn't change anything between us.

"Let's do it," I say. "Let's find a bigger place for us to both live; maybe we can even expand the business by adding you, if you're truly a healer," I suggest.

"Really?" she asks, her bright eyes locking onto mine once again. I love those eyes.

"Really," I confirm.

She doesn't say anything else; she just kisses me deeply. I feel my cock twitch, so we go for a second round before I take a shower and make us breakfast before my first client of the day arrives at noon.



Eximius Ch.03



After my client leaves at noon, Alana calls me into my office. She's been searching the database for apartments while I attended to my client. I study her to see if there's a hint of jealousy; I know I would be if she'd taken a client this morning. Whether we like it or not, things have changed between us now. I'm not complaining, but it's just the reality of the situation. 

"There's one in the upper division that looks nice," she points out and she's right, it looks really nice. However, the landlords in that area have turned me away due to my profession. They consider it prostitution. In a way, they're right, I guess, but I'm not doing it for pleasure, though I do enjoy it; I do it to heal people from their illnesses. 

"As nice as it is, sis, we can't be in too nice of an area. They're a little strict about things up there. I tried getting a few apartments and they weren't too keen on my line of work," I explain to her.

She furrows her eyebrows at me and then looks me over as I stand there in my bathrobe. "I guess that makes sense. So, what if we looked for a house instead of an apartment? You make good money and if I start taking in clients, too, we can afford a house easily. There'll be more privacy since all houses are pretty much soundproof."

"Let's see if you're able to heal first, though, okay? I don't want to move somewhere on the assumption you can help expand the business and then find out we were wrong about your ability."

She sighs with a nod. "Okay, we'll stick to the downtown apartments," she relents. 

I hook my finger around her chin and tip her head back and then kiss her. "We'll find something, okay? Maybe even in this same building," I suggest. "I'll go talk to the landlord this afternoon."

She nods with a dreamy smile. I grin knowing I put that smile on her face. My videophone begins to ring so Alana swipes her hand over the transparent screen and the face of a man appears.

"Mr. Medicus," he says, his eyes looking from Alana to me. "Did I call the wrong number?"

"No, no, this is he. This is my sister and, uh, secretary, Alana. Sorry for the confusion. How can I help you?"

He looks a little uncomfortable about what he wants to ask and I assume it's because he's a man and knows how I heal people. "Do you take male clients?" he asks.

"I do, but not in the sense I would take female clients," I explain and relief washes over his face. 

"How do you heal men, then?" he asks.

"It's hard to explain, but if you come in, we can talk about it. I won't force a healing on you if you're uncomfortable. I would just prefer to speak in person than over a videophone."

He nods his agreement. "I can be there within the hour, if you have an opening."

"Let me check, one second," I say and look at my calendar. My next appointment isn't until two o'clock. "I am free until two. Feel free to come in before then."

"Thank you," he says and the screen goes blank.

"I have an idea!" Alana chirps. 

"What's that?" I ask.

"Let's see if I really can heal people," she offers. "Since you can't take men traditionally the fun way-"

"Only because of lack of attraction for them," I explain.

She shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head quickly. "I don't care why," she giggles. "The point is, you only sleep with women to heal them. With men it's a little more complicated. What if we experimented with him? If I can't heal him, then you can heal him the way you heal other men. How do you do that anyway?" she asks.

"Well, I do have to touch the area that's most affected until it registers with my immune system; then I ejaculate into a cup for them to take orally."

She grimaces at the explanation. "That sounds disgusting for a straight man who would never taste cum on his own volition. I think I'm the solution to that problem, Keith; I think I can let them fuck me and heal them. And, like I said, if it doesn't work, we go back to your other way."

"Why don't you let me think about it? I'm going to take a shower before this guy gets here, okay?"

"Okay," she says without another word and then returns to her apartment search. 

While in the shower I consider all the possibilities. The only fear I have is the extreme chance that her sleeping with another guy kills him. What if she's able to take my first load of semen in the day because she has a poison that counters mine? What if what she produces isn't a healing agent at all and kills the other person instantly? I can't resurrect a person; that's a rare ability only The King has. Is it worth the risk? Am I freaking out about nothing? Am I only thinking this way because she's my baby sister that I have fucked twice now and may be jealous if she fucks anyone else? Guilt plagues my stomach and I realize that that's all my fears are; jealousy. She hasn't shown any jealousy from when I had my client here a few minutes ago; it'd be hypocritical of me if I get jealous.

I step out of the shower, dry off and put on comfortable clothes. As soon as I'm dressed, the alert for the front door chimes from my office. I hear Alana let the guy in and I join her in the living room as she makes her way out.

"So?" she gently presses me for an answer.

"We'll try it this once. If anything goes wrong, I can heal him fairly quickly. I have a store of semen in the small refrigerator in my office; all I have to do is register all that's wrong with him and then spit into the semen to alter it."

"That's awesome," she beams at me.

The possible client knocks on the front door and I let him in. He looks nervous, but not as nervous as when he first called. I'll admit, he's a good-looking guy; dark-skinned, very fit, hazel eyes, which is rare for someone of his dark complexion. If I'd been attracted to men, I'd "heal" him in a heartbeat.

"Hi, I'm Keith," I introduce myself.

"Ray," he replies, shaking my hand.

"Have a seat, Ray," I offer, gesturing towards the couch. 

Alana sits next to me on the adjacent couch that forms a 90 degree angle with the one Ray is sitting on.

"This is my sister, Alana. She's actually just recently developed her healing ability, so we wanted to offer the option of her healing you rather than the way I would be able to help you."

"What is your way of healing men? I know it's usually through sex with women," he lets his statement fall off, prompting me to explain.

"For the men, what I do is touch the problem area. Then, depending on how severe the ailment is, I go and ejaculate into a cup for you to drink from. If it's more severe, I have a sample already warming up from more stores and I spit into it to alter it for your consumption."

He looks uncomfortable with this but doesn't say anything about it. This is usually where the guys will agree to drink my semen or see their doctor.

"Your sister has the ability to heal as well?" he asks.

I look at her and nod. "I believe so. You see, with my ability, my first ejaculation of the day is full of poison; likely from all of the diseases I heal throughout the previous day. We, uh, discovered that she was able to take my semen without it ailing her."

He looks taken aback at the fact I fucked my sister this morning. "You banged your sister?"

My face flushes and I look at the floor for a moment. "I guess I should explain. You see, yesterday she was deathly ill. My parents begged me to heal her, so I did and, immediately she was better."

"That doesn't explain this morning."

He has a point, so I lie. "This morning, I wasn't feeling well, which happens from time to time, so she did me the favor of healing me like I healed her. I warned her about my poisonous morning ejaculate, but she insisted she would be fine."

I hope he accepts the lie; I hate to lie to a client, but I've never had to answer for incest before.

He looks at the two of us and his expression softens. "Honestly," he says. "If I had a sister as tasty as yours, I'd probably bang her too. You didn't have to lie," he chuckles.

Heat drains from my face as he catches me in my lie. But he's laughing about it. 

"Mr. Medicus, things are different than they were before the Rule of the King. Before, it wasn't safe for siblings to sleep with each other because of the possible birth defects that came from incest. When he took the throne and the first generation was given glorified bodies, those possibilities went away. Now it's more of a stigma that has stuck around from the old way of thinking," he explains.

"So, we don't have to hide anything, Keith," Alana says happily, hugging my arm.

I shake my head in bewilderment. "As great of news as that is," I chuckle. "That's not why you're here, Ray. We're supposed to be healing you. First, before we get into your illness, I have to ask; are you a mind reader or are you a human lie detector?"

Ray laughs. "I'm more like a lie detector. I sense what's going on inside of you from your bodily functions to emotions. I don't hear thoughts, but I can draw some conclusions based on whatever emotion you're feeling at the time."

I nod. "Interesting," I say, impressed at his ability. "So, let's get down to business, shall we? What have you decided?"

"I think I'll let your sister heal me. I don't mind being her guinea pig," he says looking her over. 

I look at her and she blushes shyly, but she definitely looks interested in healing him; or maybe she just wants to get laid by this caramel-skinned man.

"Very well, I'll just be in my office. If anything goes wrong, just call for me and I'll do whatever I can," I say, standing up. I shake his hand and retreat to my office to give them some privacy. 

I close the door behind me and sit behind the screen of my videophone, which also acts as a monitor. When I moved into this apartment to expand my business, I'd installed cameras in the various rooms in my house for security reasons and to keep records of my appointments. I, at times, go back and review different cases to see if there's anything I can improve on; that and to remember some of my more favorite clients. So I'm not a saint; sue me.

I watch as Alana and Ray begin making out on the couch. They slowly begin to grope each other. Alana reaches into his pants as he reclines on the couch. I can see her eyes widen and a smile spread across her face as she examines his meat "first hand." 

"So, what's ailing you?" she asks softly and then kisses his neck.

"Abdominal pain," he says and tugs at her white t-shirt. She sits back and allows him to remove the top. "Damn girl," he says as he admires her gorgeous tits. Her stomach looks even tighter than it had when we fucked earlier; it's nearly flat now.

"Remember, we're supposed to be professional about this," she teases and I laugh quietly.

"Are you sure your brother doesn't mind?" he asks looking around the room. His eyes lock on the camera that happens to be focused on them at the moment. "He has cameras everywhere."

"I know; he keeps track of his appointments so no one can come after him later," she says.

"Has it happened before?" he asks, stroking her hair as she lowers herself between his legs.

"Not that I know of. Now, let's not talk about my brother and take care of you," she says smoothly taking his mind off of the cameras. She opens up his black jeans and pulls them off of his legs; he raises his hips off of the couch to help her out. My chin drops at the size of his cock. It's almost as long as her forearm from her elbow to wrist and almost as thick around. I estimate it to be 7 inches or longer and he's not even hard yet. I shake my head; Alana won't want me after that monster's in her.

"Oh my," she says in admiration.

Ray grins sheepishly. "Thanks," he says and then sighs as she wraps her dainty hands around his half-hard rod; they barely wrap all the way around his girth. 

"I wonder how it tastes," she says and then lifts it up to lick him from balls to tip. "Mmm," she moans in satisfaction. "Yummy."

She repeats the action until he's hard and then moves on to sink her mouth down his shaft. She can't take him all the way, and he doesn't force it. She lubes him up with her saliva and then directs him to lie back on the couch. She's smart to do it this way so she can control how deep and how intense their fucking goes. She strips off her pants and then straddles him; she grips his cock in her right hand while supporting herself with her other hand with the back of the couch. She aims his dark meat for her pussy and rubs the thick tip along her folds for more lubrication. Once she's satisfied he's slick enough with her saliva and her juices, she begins to accepts his cock into her pussy, slowly; inch by inch. 

"Fuck, it feels like you're still sucking my cock," he says and I know what he means; her pussy is like a second mouth without the teeth and tongue.

"Holy shit you're huge," she says when she's about halfway down his cock. I can't believe she's still taking more of him into her folds. It takes a couple minutes, but she finally takes his entire nine and a half inches into her womb, stretched farther than she's ever been stretched before. 

"Better than your brother?" he asks stupidly.

She snaps her head down at him. "Do you want to be healed or not?" she threatens.

"Sorry," he says quickly. 

"No more talking the rest of the session," she commands and he nods.

Finally having his cooperation, she slowly begins to rise up and down his cock. Her porcelain skin stands out in stark contrast to his darker skin. I change to a different camera for another angle. The one I choose looks down at her so I can see the front of her body rather than the back. She leans back as she picks up her pace; she looks up at the camera and smiles as if she knows that's the one I'm watching her through. She squeezes her tits and pinches her nipples as she impales herself over and over with his spear. I can't help but be a little jealous of the guy, but at the same time I'm proud of my sister for taking such a large hunk of meat into her pussy so easily. 

I notice his face is screwed up in a painful way, but he's also beginning to drive into my sister so I know it's just his climax already approaching. So much for bigger cocks being better, I think to myself. As I watch, I see the areas of their bodies where they're connected begin to glow slightly, as if a light has been turned on inside of Alana's abdomen. She rides him harder and faster as he own orgasm builds.

"You have to hold off as long as possible, Ray," she gasps. "Make sure I cum first or else this won't work."

How she knows that, I have no idea. But from my experiences with the women I've healed, they seem to have amazing intuition when it comes to their bodies and the ones they're connected to in the moment. 

Alana whimpers and gasps as her orgasm approaches. When it finally hits, she lets out a long cry. Ray jerks and convulses as his cock shoots cum into her womb. When he finishes, he looks completely spent, as if he'd just gone and sprinted a 10k. Alana pulls off of him and pulls her clothes back on quickly.

"How do you feel?" she asks.

"Amazing," he grins at her.

She laughs. "I meant your pain," she says.

"The pain is gone!" he says happily. "It's like your pussy just sucked it out of me."

"That's what it felt like to me, too. It felt like it zeroed in on your illness, sent an orgasm through my body and then sucked out whatever was causing the problem," she explains her experience.

"Thank you so much, how much do I owe you?" he asks, rummaging through his pants.

"You can settle the bill with my brother," she says smartly.

I fill out the paperwork for the transaction and then bring it out to the living room just as they finish getting dressed. 

"It was nice to meet you, Ray," Alana says and then retreats to my bathroom to get cleaned up.

Ray signs the bill, presses his thumb into the small print reader I have and the money automatically transfers from his account to mine. I thank him and then send him on his way. I set the paperwork and print reader on the kitchen counter and then join Alana in the bathroom.

"How are you feeling?" I ask her as she showers.

"A little sore," she says and giggles. "He was really big, too big, actually."

"Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine," she assures me. 

"So, did you heal him?" I ask.

"Yep, same way I took your poisonous cum, I took his sick cum. I think the way it works is, just like your immune system alters your sperm to become medication for whomever you're fucking, my body gathers their illness to their cock and then they deposit it into my pussy and then my body dissolves the disease or whatever."

"Huh, interesting," I say. 

She pokes her head out of the shower door and eyes me up and down. "Join me?"

How can I deny her request? I strip down quickly and hop into the shower. The hot water cascades over us as we come together in a passionate kiss. Our tongues dance, wrestle and massage each other. If this is what it will be like after either of us sees a client, I think we'll enjoy our living arrangement. My mind wanders back to watching Alana with Ray and some of the jealousy I'd held back while watching their session. She immediately recoils from my kiss and studies my face inquisitively.

"What?" I ask.

"You're jealous," she states.

"Huh?" I ask; how can she know what I was feeling?

"It's like I feel it too, but not first hand. It's almost like relating to what someone else is feeling, but you were hiding it, weren't you?" she questions me.

"You took on his ability," I say and we separate slightly.

"I guess I'm not a healer," she ponders. "I am, but only because you fucked me, and now that Ray's fucked me too, I have his emotion-reading ability."

I shake my head; this is crazy! What would you even call this ability? Nobody's ever heard of someone who can absorb others' abilities. She doesn't steal the powers, though, she just takes them on because...and that's when it hits me. She absorbs their cum which obviously carries their DNA, and it's within our DNA our abilities can be found. My bewilderment turns to admiration in a flash; my sister is a powerful being. My mouth spreads into a wide grin and she returns it.

"I just sensed every emotion that just went through your head," she confesses in a soft voice as if someone might overhear. 

"You're incredible," I tell her and pull her in to kiss her again.

We begin to ravage each other, groping and mauling every inch of the other's body we can reach. I grab her ass and lift her up and onto my cock. She slides down and winces from her tenderness but then looks at me with a hungry desire. I bounce her on my cock and she goes from silence to screaming in my ear in seconds. I guess I'm still able to please her more than the black monster of a cock she'd just been fucked with. 

Alana's pussy clenches my cock, thirsty for my seed. I pin her to the slick, tiled wall and drive into her wildly. She whimpers and screams ecstatically, her legs are wrapped tightly around my waist as I plow into her pussy mercilessly and she seems to revel in it. Does my sister like it rough? It seems so. 

"Take me from behind?" she requests sweetly when I take a short break to ease the burning in my thighs from the rapid fire fucking I'd been doing. 

"Whatever you want," I say, setting her down and pulling out of her.

She spins around, whipping her wet hair in my face. I spank her beautifully round ass as a playful punishment. She looks at me devilishly over her shoulder and the look drives me wild. I grab her hips and pull her back into me; my shaft rubs the outside of her hot, slick pussy. I slowly pull back a little more and the tip finds its way into her folds. Her vagina sucks me into her again; it must be a part of her ability to have a greedy pussy. I don't give it a second thought and slam into her, slapping my pelvis against her perfect ass. 




Eximius Ch.03



She grunts with me as I bottom out inside of her. She circles her ass a couple times, pressing my cock against each wall of her pussy before pressing back into me firmly again. I push her hips forward as I slowly pull out and then pull her back against me as I ram my rod into her again. I repeat this over and over until we find a perfect rhythm. Soon the sounds of skin slapping skin mixes with the constant white noise of the water flowing out of the showerhead. It's not long before her screams overpower any other noise as her orgasm grows.

I scream and growl with her as my climax approaches its end. I fuck her faster and faster, banging her pussy wildly as the need to cum intensifies more with each quick thrust. I should have finished by now, but somehow the need for release continues to grow stronger and stronger, so I fuck harder and harder, faster and faster until I feel like my legs are about to give out and then it finally comes. Rope after rope of semen fills her amazing pussy; I've never cum this hard in my life. Nor have I cum this much. I deposit so much inside of her, I feel it gushing back out onto my balls. 

I lean against her, supporting myself with one hand on the wall so I don't fall over. My legs are shaking and my heart racing like a scared animal. 

"Holy shit," I gasp as I gain control of my breathing. 

"That was amazing, stud," Alana praises and then turns her head to kiss my neck. 

"You're telling me. I've never cum so hard in my life," I tell her.

"In the three times we've fucked, you haven't filled me up as much as you just did; I feel it dripping down my thighs," she giggles, continuing to kiss and lick my neck lovingly. It's not enough to get me hard again, but at this point I'm not sure I will for a few more hours.



Eximius Ch.04



Note - though this is in the Sci-Fi genre, this chapter contains lesbian sex. I am keeping it in the Sci-Fi category due to the supernatural content that is always involved. Just a small disclaimer for those of you who may say this belongs in a different category. Enjoy!

*****

About a month later we move into a nice, comfortable house just outside the city. It's a simple place with three bedrooms. Mom and Dad know about Alana's ability to heal and, even though they don't like it, support us in growing the business and living together. They don't know about just how close we really are, though, and buying a three bedroom house only helps keep it more of a secret. They assume the third bedroom is where we take clients so we don't have to use our own beds to perform our healings. To keep up appearances, we put a twin-sized bed in the third bedroom, which is actually our office. Sometimes we'll use it, but typically, we sleep and fuck each other in my bed and use her bed for clients. 

After a week of living in the house, we've met most of the neighbors. We explained we work from home and tend to see multiple clients a day. We upgraded the windows to help sound-proof the house and keep the curtains closed while performing our healings. Most of the neighbors are pretty private and don't ask what kind of business we run, the ones who do ask, we explain we heal them; they don't ask how. That is, until one day our next-door neighbor pounds on our door because his daughter is sick. 

"What seems to be her ailment?" Alana asks as we sit him down on the couch.

"We don't know. She just won't get out of bed, she's crying from constant headaches which are causing vomiting. Can you help her?" he asks desperately. "Payment isn't a problem."

"How old is she?" I ask, since there are still laws about age of consent, plus my own moral obligations.

"Nineteen, why?" he asks, looking offended at my question.

I glance at Alana and she takes over. "Well, sir, the way we heal is a little...unheard of," she starts. "You see, we heal people in an...intimate way," she says, hoping he'll pick up on her meaning.

"What do you mean, intimate?" As soon as he asks, it dawns on him. "Are you fucking kidding me? You've been fucking clients here like a fucking whorehouse?" he shouts.

"Sir, please calm down," Alana says soothingly but he doesn't calm down. I stand up as he does to keep him from having the upper hand if he decides to get physical. Alana grabs his hand and he immediately calms down and takes a seat on the couch again. His eyes are slightly glazed over as he stares at Alana. "Sir, it's the way our ability works. There is a way Keith here can heal her without sex, but she would have to drink his semen," she explains. He recoils slightly, though he's still dazed from Alana's touch; it's one of the new abilities she picked up recently. We'd had a client who can counter people's emotions if they got out of hand; they had to be extreme, though. 

"So, you have magic sperm?" he asks me, still in his daze.

I nod. "I didn't ask for the ability or the method, it's just how it works," I clarify calmly. 

"Since your daughter is of consenting age," Alana chimes back in. "The decision will have to be hers."

He nods slowly. Even though Alana is keeping him calm, I can see the torment in his eyes about allowing his girl to have sex with a stranger just to heal her headaches, while at the same time wanting her to feel better. 

"I'll bring her over and let her decide," he says calmly and gets up to leave.

"Can I ask your name?" Alana asks sweetly.

"Alan," he says and then walks out the door.

"That was interesting," I chuckle.

Alana grins. "Yeah, but imagine finding out the healers next door fuck their clients to health," she says and can't help laughing. "How would you feel if you were in his position?"

"Oh! I totally understand his predicament. I have no idea what I'd do if I were in his shoes," I confess.

A few minutes later, Alan is escorting his daughter up our walkway. Alana gets up and opens the door to let them in. His daughter is a knockout; like most of the women in the world anymore. Alana is no longer the exception now, either. After a month of taking clients and using her ability; she's absorbed numerous abilities and is the fittest she's ever been. She has so much energy and sexual drive; I'm amazed I can keep her satisfied. Though I'm sure taking so many partners, though it's all for their health, helps a bit. 

But, back to Alan's daughter: she has platinum blonde hair, light brown eye brows (which I only notice due to how fair her hair and skin is), gray eyes, a button nose, pouty lips that are a light shade of pink and smooth porcelain skin. As my eyes travel down her young body, I can't help but notice that below her narrow shoulders is a wonderful set of medium-sized breasts, covered by a simple, tight, pale pink tank-top that almost matches the color her lips. Her waist narrows to form a slender but beautiful hourglass figure as her hips widen beneath blue denim shorts that hug her curvy ass. I wish I could see it from where I stand, but I can tell that it's as round as Alana's. Her perfect legs are long and slender; her feet dainty and adorable. She'd walked over barefoot. 

"This is my daughter, Sophie," Alan introduces his daughter. 

"I'm Alana and this is my partner, Keith," she introduces the both of us. We'd learn to keep our sibling relation a secret and since we were business partners, and lovers, the word "partner" seems to just suit us.

"Has your father explained to you what it is we do?" I ask her.

She nods and then looks at Alana bashfully. "Does it have to be with him?" she asks my sister and I'm taken aback by her question.

"What do you mean?" Alana asks. 

"I mean, does he have to do it, or could you?" Sophie asks curiously.

Alana's mouth opens to speak but she freezes for a moment before responding. "You know, I'm not sure. I've never taken a female client before. If that's what you prefer, we can certainly try and see, as long as you're okay with him performing the task if it fails," Alana suggests.

Sophie looks at me with a little fear in her eyes but then she smiles at me. "I'm okay with that," she says. 

"How will that work?" Alan asks. 

"Well, the way our ability works is, as Keith has sex with a client, his immune system senses what is ailing a client, as his orgasm builds, the DNA in his sperm mutates into a serum that heals the client. For me, it's almost the opposite. What happens is, as we have sex, my orgasm draws their illness into their sperm and when they ejaculate, it's deposited inside of me and is then absorbed into my system and cleansed immediately."

"Have you gotten anyone pregnant from this?" Alan asks concerned.

I shake my head. "When I heal someone, my sperm is changed completely to only be a healing agent; I ultimately become sterile," I explain. "A client would have to be lying about being sick to get pregnant from me."

Alan is put at ease a little more; I had a feeling he was mostly concerned with his daughter getting pregnant from this ordeal.

"So, how would it work if you do this?" he asks Alana.

She shrugs innocently. "I honestly do not know which is why Keith will be the backup in case it doesn't work."

Alan takes a deep breath and then looks at his daughter. "Are you sure about this?" he asks her. He's still not keen on the idea of his daughter sleeping with someone just to feel better. Sophie looks Alana up and down and then nods. 

He sighs again. "Okay then," he consents and then Alana stands up and escorts her to the second bedroom where her bed is.

When they're gone Alan stands up to leave. "I don't think I can stay here for this, though. She'll be perfectly healthy again, though, once this is over?" he asks uncomfortably.

I nod my head a few times. "She'll be as if she never got sick," I promise. 

"Good," he says and then walks out of the house.

I secure the front door so no one can get in, including my parents, and then retreat to the office to watch Alana and Sophie. I tap the videophone screen and the cameras in what is believed to be Alana's room turn on to see them talking on the bed. I haven't missed anything yet. 

"So, how will this work?" Sophie asks even though her father asked a few minutes ago. 

"I'm not entirely sure, but like I was saying before, I absorb whatever is wrong inside of you during our climax. What I've heard so far from guys is that my vagina feels like another mouth with the way it seems to suck their penis into me," she describes to her and I can see that Sophie's breathing has begun to accelerate; mine has as well. "So, what I'm thinking might happen with us is, once we've gotten our juices really flowing, my pussy will pull your illness into yours and as you orgasm onto me, mine will suck everything in and absorb it."

Sophie lets out a deep breath as if she'd been holding it. "Even though you're just describing how you think you'll heal me, that sounds really hot," she says.

Alana smiles sweetly. "So, why did you pick me, anyway?" she asks, reaching up and smoothing Sophie's hair behind her ear and then dragging her nails lightly over her cheek.

Sophie shivers from her touch, her eyes locked on Alana's hand that's still caressing her face gently. My stiff cock is already out of my pants and in my hand. I slowly jerk myself as I watch my sister with another girl. 

"I have never been with a guy before," she says simply, in a soft, tender voice. "I haven't really been with a girl before, either, but girls are just so much..." she looks into Alana's eyes, "softer," she finishes.

Alana's eyes lock onto Sophie's. "You know," she starts. "Guys aren't as scary as you might think. Keith is a very gentle lover, well, when I want him to be."

"Aren't you two siblings?" she asks Alana.

I don't remember saying anything along those lines, but my mind is so jumbled right now I can barely think clearly.

"What makes you think we're siblings?" Alana asks.

"I hope I didn't offend you!" Sophie says apologetically. "I didn't mean it to sound that way."

Alana cradles the back of Sophie's head in her hand and gently pulls her forward to kiss her. Slowly their faces grow closer together until finally their eyes close and their lips meet in a soft, sensual kiss. It lasts a few seconds before Alana pulls back to talk to her again.

"You didn't offend me, Sophie. I just know we never said whether we were siblings or not; I'm just curious to know why you think we might be," she says kindly.

"You two look similar and you seem closer than just business partners," she says.

"I only said we were partners, not business partners," Alana counters in a playful sort of voice. 

Sophie grins. "Good point," she says. "But, are you?"

Alana searches Sophie's eyes for a moment and then nods. "We are."

"Wow," Sophie says in a half whisper and then leans in to kiss Alana again. 

Alana welcomes her kiss gently but hungrily at the same time. The two beautiful women, almost complete opposites aside from both having sexy bodies, begin to deepen their kisses, slowly adding tongue and then petting. Sophie runs her hands along Alana's thighs, stopping at the hem of her black skirt before daring to move her hand further up under the thin fabric. Alana has Sophie's head cupped in her right hand while slowly reaching for one of her round breasts. When she finally touched one, Sophie jumped back startled for a moment, her eyes wide. 

"I'm sorry," Alana says. "Moving too fast?"

Sophie shakes her head and then leans back in to kiss Alana again. They resume their kissing and then Alana begins to kiss down her neck, stopping to lick her collarbone. Sophie's eyes close and her mouth opens as she lets out a satisfied sigh. As she tickles Sophie's neck, Alana gently hooks her fingers in the hem of Sophie's white top and then slowly begins to lift it up. Sophie raises her arms when Alana reaches her breasts with the shirt. With the tiny T-shirt removed, I am able to see a bare set of ample breasts just a little smaller than Alana's. They are gravity defying, though; perfectly round and standing straight out from her chest. I'm jealous that Alana gets to taste them rather than myself. 

I remember the redhead and her amazing body I never got to experience. Taking a quick break from the monitor I rummage through my drawers for the card she'd given me with her number. I find it in a small drawer that is empty except for the card; I stare blankly at it, wondering if it'd been placed their intentionally. I know I didn't do it, Alana must have. 

Forcing myself to swipe my hand over the screen, I push away Alana's session with Sophie and pull up my videophone screen. I hold the card in front of the clear screen and it immediately calls the beautiful ginger. 

Her face floods my screen and it's not a happy one. "Mr. Medicus," she says sharply.

"...hi," I say terrified.

"A month!" she barks at me.

My head drops. "I am so sorry," I apologize.

"That's it? You're sorry?" she says angrily.

"I'm really sorry?" I say, hoping it sounds more cute than pathetic. 

She bites back a smile and stifles a giggle.

"Can I explain?" I ask.

"This better be good, Keith," she says. 

I'm amazed she remembers my name. I explain the drama with my sister and tell her the whole story of healing her and how we're now in business together and have a new place just outside the city.

"So, you're with your sister now?" she asks, but doesn't sound disgusted or offended at the idea.

"Kinda," I say uncertainly. "I mean, we've been close our whole lives; I'm not sure what we have now," I tell her. "She does help me out with my morning condition."

"You don't have to call morning wood a condition," she jokes.

I laugh and then explain the poison that comes with my morning "stiffness" and how Alana is able to absorb it so I can take clients earlier in the day now.

"And she takes clients too?" she asks.

"She's with one now. We still don't know what her condition is, or if Alana will be able to heal her, yet, but they really seem to be enjoying themselves," I tell her.

"She's with another girl?" Amber asks and her face flushes.

I nod. "I'm a bit jealous, actually," I laugh.

"Of which one?" she teases.

"Both, actually," I say and we both laugh. "Look, I'm sorry I took so long to get back to you. Life just kinda got away from me. I'd like to see you again, though, if that's okay with you?"

Amber smiles and then stares back at me, thinking, for a minute. "I think I'd like that, too. As long as you don't mind going out with a pregnant lady," she says.

"How is the baby doing?"

She backs away from the camera but she's only at two months, so she isn't really showing yet. "Not much to show, but I feel like I've put on a ton of weight," she says.

"I think you look amazing," I compliment her.

Her freckled skin turns a shade of pink at her cheeks. "You're sweet. How about tonight? Dinner?"

"I'd like that," I say and we make plans to meet at restaurant near her place in the city.

"See you then!" she says and we say our goodbyes. I immediately swipe my hang back over the screen to resume watching Alana and Sophie.

They're both completely naked now, I can go back another time to watch what I missed if I want. But for now I'll just enjoy watching Alana eating Sophie's bald pussy. Alana stops for a moment and looks up at Sophie.

"We should both be doing this to get our juices flowing," Alana suggests and Sophie agrees with an excited nod. 

They move into a 69 position with Alana on top and dive into each other's pussy, their moans and groans driving the other closer to a climax. It isn't long before Alana is ready for the position she decides will be necessary for the healing part. She climbs off of Sophie and pulls her into a sitting position and then bends and spreads the young girl's legs. Alana then slides in and wraps her right leg over Sophie's and then around her waist. She then pulls Sophie's right leg up and over her left and then presses her pussy against Sophie's. Sophie's eyes widen in shock at the sensation of their tight pussies pressed together. Alana then grinds into Sophie and Sophie matches her, movement for movement. 

"Holy shit, it's like your mouth is on me, sucking on my pussy. All that's missing is a tongue," Sophie says ecstatically. "This feels amazing. I'm already starting to feel better."

Alana doesn't say anything, she's whimpering too much, but I know those whimpers. She's beyond turned on. She only gets like that when she's so horny all words leave her mind. Sophie picks up on this and increases her gyrations as Alana does. Soon they're both screaming as they grind their pussies together, occasionally stopping to slap them together roughly. Then, knowing they're both about to climax, they squeeze their hips together and I see Alana's glow again; Sophie's follows shortly after as I know their fluids are mixing and Alana is pulling the sickness our of Sophie. When their climaxes finally subside, they collapse together on the bed and cuddle up together, kissing softly as they recover. I hadn't noticed when, but I made a mess on the floor below the desk, so I retreat to the bathroom connected to the office to get something to clean it up with.

When I return to the monitor, the girls are falling asleep. Normally Alana would be pulling her clothes back on to search for me to send the client home so we can fuck again. This time, however, she seems more satisfied than I've even made her. I wonder what this could do to our relationship. Then again, I'm about to meet up with Amber for dinner in a couple hours. Maybe what Alana and I have had the past month is coming to an end, or just changing. Maybe we'll always have something special that our significant others will just have to appreciate or deal with. 

The screen changes to announce a local news report. Normally I ignore these, but when I see the burning building in the background, I turn up the volume.

"...extremist group, Canaan, has bombed the home of Levi Stratham, first judge of The King's court. No bodies have been recovered as of late, but his colleagues have told us that they were together, celebrating their youngest daughter's birthday. This is the fifth attack this month on officials of The King's Counsel. One must wonder what The King is waiting for in retaliating against this terrorist group. Is there no fear that citizens will begin to take matters into their own hands and fight the Canaan's? Is there not a fear of World War four breaking out?"

I tune out the rest, completely awestruck at the blatant attack from the rebel group that has been after The King for centuries. Like the reporter, I wonder what the response will look like and when it will happen.



Eximius Ch.05



I knock on the spare room door softly before entering. Sophie is spooning behind Alana, her arms draped over Alana's naked body. When I kneel next to the bed, I run my fingers through Alana's hair to gently wake her. Her eyes flutter open and she smiles at me once she's able to focus.

"Hey," she whispers sleepily.

"Hey, beautiful. I'm going out," I tell her.

"Where are you going?"

"I called Amber, that cute redhead," I remind her.

"Oh, did you finally get the balls to do that?" she teases.

I chuckle. "Funny. Anyway, yeah, I'm taking her out tonight. I just wanted to let you know, okay?"

"Okay, have fun," she says and cuddles in closer to Sophie before falling back asleep.

I leave the house, having gotten ready before letting Alana know what I was doing for the evening. I take a cab into the city and check in at the restaurant Amber picked out to find that she arrived a minute before me. On the way to the table I notice the clock on the wall and the time tells me we're both early; that's a new one. 

"Thank you," I tell the hostess and Amber greets me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"We're both early," Amber cheerily points out what I'd already been thinking. "How often does that happen?" she laughs.

"I have a feeling it's going to be a normal thing for us because you just voiced exactly what I was thinking as I walked up," I tell her and we both laugh.

"How's the business going?" she asks as we sit down.

"Good! Alana is taking clients now," I tell her.

"Oh, she's a healer too?" 

"She is now," I say before realizing that Amber never knew that Alana didn't have an ability before.

"What was she before?" she asks suspiciously.

"I, uh," I stammer; what am I supposed to tell her? 

"You're hiding something," she prods with a big grin on her face.

"I think she absorbs abilities, actually," I say.

"What do you mean?"

"Well..." I hesitate, unsure of how much to tell her.

"Look, I've heard some crazy things the past few years; I doubt you can tell me anything I haven't heard before."

"Let me start from the beginning," I say. "You see, the way I discovered my ability was by having sex. I was way too young at the time, but the girl that seduced me woke my ability to heal and was cured of her mild illness. Alana knew this and tried to seduce me, thinking the same thing would happen for her."

"She succeeded didn't she?" Amber asks curiously.

"In a way. She almost did that afternoon we met, but when she let it slip that it was to waken her ability, I put a stop to it. Then a few hours later, after she'd left embarrassed, my mother calls saying that Alana was really sick and didn't know what from. So, I did the only thing a loving brother would do... I cured her," I explain.

"So, you fucked you sister," she says in a lower tone so no one around us could hear.

I nod. "It turns out whoever she sleeps with, she gains their ability. She came by the next morning to 'thank' me and absorbed my poisonous morning sperm. After that, she took on a client that day and was able to read people's emotions and basically became a human lie detector like the client we accepted. We ended up being pretty busy looking for a place together and she mostly just would take my morning load so I could take clients earlier in the day. But, she just took a female client this afternoon, so I'm curious to see what happens now."

"She does girl-on-girl, huh?" Amber asks impressed.

I nod. "It was kinda hot to see, I'll admit," I chuckle.

"I bet it was," our laughter continues. 

"So, how's the baby?" I ask, changing the subject.

"So far so good. When I came to you, I was already about four weeks along, so I'm right around eight weeks now," she says.

"That's great! I'm glad he or she is doing well still," I praise happily. "Have you thought of names yet, or am I asking a little early?" I chuckle.

She shakes her head. "No, names rattle off in my head on a daily basis. But, what I decide on today will change tomorrow. I don't think I'll know until they're in my arms," she says.

I nod with a big grin on my face. It was nice to be out with a friend, or possible girlfriend, and not stuck at home with a client. Not that I don't enjoy those nights, but it does tend to wear you down when the extent of the "relationship" ends that night with a thank you and a payment. Though they're grateful I did something good for them, it's all about them. Some do go the extra mile and make sure all my needs are taken care of, but they still leave to go back to their lives. I have a feeling about Amber that this will last more than just tonight. I'm not even sure we'll fuck tonight and I realize I'm totally okay with that. All this goes through my head as she tells me about what happened with her ex-boyfriend who her older brother thoroughly beat to a pulp. However, the guy is a self-healer and actually in our military, so his "punishment" didn't last too long. 

"Not even a reprimand from his superiors in the military?" I ask.

She shakes her head, sipping on her glass of water. "I don't care, though. He got the message to stay away and I haven't heard from him since. In fact, that happened a day or two after we met, so I haven't heard from another guy aside from my brother until you called me today. What prompted you to do that, anyway? Not that I'm complaining," she winks.

"Well, like I said, I've been pretty busy figuring things out with my sister and the business and relocating to the suburbs, but I think seeing her with that girl today and how loving and tender their session was made me long for something more. I love my sister to death, but I don't think we have a lasting relationship there," I explain. "But, that said, I still have my doubts that I can really have a lasting relationship when I have an ability that's performed in such an intimate way."

Amber nods her understanding. "I'll admit, that'd be a struggle to deal with if we become something more."

"So, you've considered that?" I ask almost dumbfounded.

She grins bashfully. "Ever since I saw you walk into the restaurant," she admits.

I reach across the table for her hand and she slides it into mine. "I'm sorry I didn't call sooner," I sincerely apologize to her. 

She shakes her head. "No, you had a lot on your plate, and, honestly, it seems like there was a possibility of you and your sister having something real," she says quietly. 

I'm amazed at how comfortable with the idea of my incestuous relationship she is, but after seeing her again tonight, I'm not sure I want to continue things with Alana. But when I think about that, I'm still torn. I love my sister dearly and don't want to hurt her, but she did encourage me to go out with Amber tonight. Maybe we're both on the same page about our brief "extracurricular" relationship coming to an end. 

"You alright, Keith?" Amber asks, squeezing my hand that's still holding hers.

"Yeah, sorry. Just had a lot on my mind from what you just said."

"There's still something there with her, I know," she says, starting to pull her hand away but I hold it tight and she stops pulling away and squeezes again. "Look, we don't have to talk about this right now. In fact, we really shouldn't be talking about this anyway, this is only our second time seeing each other, right?" she laughs lightly.

"Yeah, you're right," I say, grateful for her gracious attitude towards me.

A server finally arrives and takes our order. Soon, another glass of water is brought out for Amber and a beer for me. We talk casually about things until our food comes, then suddenly the news report from this afternoon pops in my head.

"Did you see that report about the bombing?" I ask her.

Her eyes grow wide. "Yes! Isn't that insane? We haven't had true terrorist attacks like this in centuries, and then suddenly this happens? What's going on?"

I shake my head, cutting into my bacon-wrapped chicken breast. "People think The King is growing weak, but I'm not so sure. You've heard the prophecies about the final days," I say as they are a regular teaching. 

She nods. "Do you believe them, though?"

I chew on the salty meat and nod. "Of course. The face of the evil one is known to all of us, and he's definitely leading this Canaan group. If not, he's the object of their passion. It was said that after a thousand years of The King's reign, he would be released again into the world and allowed to deceive again. It's been harder for him this time around since everyone knows what he looks like and what his mission is, but there is still free will in the world and with that comes selfishness. He's making promises of power and wealth to people and they're falling for it."

"I never took you as the religious type," she says, taking a bite of her shrimp salad.

I shrug. "I'm not so much religious as observant. A lot of the old prophecies of The King and The End are coming true. We've had peace for over a thousand years now; the evil one was released from his sea-bound prison; he's seducing followers to his side; now they're beginning to attack with scare tactics like the old days before The Seven Years."

"So, whose side are you on?" she asks.

I ponder the question for a moment. "It should be an easy answer, right? The King. He's taken care of us for over a thousand years now, and Lucifer was just released when I was born. It's taken him some twenty-something years to grow a group large enough to begin his attacks on the kingdom. Do you know how long it took The King to gain followers when he first visited earth?" I ask her.

"Three years," she says with a taunting grin.

"Roughly. He finished his schooling with the church and then began choosing his first twelve disciples around the age of thirty, then within three years he had thousands listening to his words. If that's not a true and powerful God, I don't know what is. Lucifer has been around for thousands of years, trying to bring people to his side. He's been successful, but not as successful as The King. He'll win battles, he'll kill some of our leaders, but he won't win the war," I say and then dig into my dinner some more.

Amber laughs quietly. "I knew it, you're a religious nut!" 

My face burns hot but when I look up at her, she's smiling at me; she's teasing me. 

"You're kind of a brat, you know that?" I say.

"You like me, though," she says, leaning across the table towards me.

I lean as well and say, "Maybe," I tease and then sit back against my chair.

She gasps, offended at me blowing her off as she was about to kiss me. I wink at her as I chew on another piece of chicken and bacon.

"Who's the brat now?" 

I laugh. "You started it; I just rose to the challenge."

"As long as something rises to the challenge later, I'll forgive this," she says, dropping a bomb on me. Would it be safe to fuck her? What would happen if I do? The only person I've had sex with without healing them is Alana, and at those times, she was taking my poisonous cum. I start to panic inside, fearing the worst. What if I hurt the baby? What if I hurt Amber? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I caused any kind of lasting damage.

"Keith, what's wrong?" she asks concerned.

"Um, I think I should probably go," I say suddenly and wave over our server.

"Why? Did I say something wrong?" she asks.

"No, you're fine. I, I just, I just have to go, I'm sorry," I say and when the server comes over, I place my thumb on her payment device and apologize to Amber again. I don't get fifty feet from the restaurant before she's standing right in front of me. "How-?" I stammer, looking behind me.

"You're not the only one with a special ability, Keith," she reminds me. 

"I know that, but, you were just... Your ability is speed," I say as it finally dawns on me.

"Yes, it is, but what the fuck was that about back there?" she demands angrily.

I look at my feet ashamed. "I'm sorry," I start. How do I explain to her all I fear?

"Look," she says, "let's just go back to my place or your place, I don't care where. We can just talk. I thought things were going one way, but maybe I was wrong. There's no pressure here. I like you and you obviously like me, you said so. Please, just let's talk and figure this out, okay?" she pleads, her emotions beginning to rise.

I nod. "That's fair," I say and then wave for a cab to take us to her place since she lives in the city. 

We don't say much on the cab ride to her apartment, but half way there she takes my hand in hers and squeezes lovingly.

"Sorry for chasing you down like that," she says and I chuckle. "I probably shouldn't have done that, it made me look desperate."

I shake my head. "I'm glad you did. I'll explain all that was going through my head once we're somewhere private," I promise and a few minutes later we're walking up to her apartment. 

"So, what's going on in that head of yours?" she asks.

I take a minute to gather my thoughts before responding. "You know how I heal people, right?" I ask her.

"Sexually, obviously," she says as she unlocks her door.

We walk inside and her lights turn on automatically. I shut her door behind us and we take a seat on her rich, black leather couch. 

"Yes. My sperm can heal people. Also, my first cum of the day is full of poison," I explain.

"Right," she says. "How'd you find that out?"

"I took a client one morning and made her sick with my cum. I was able to get hard again and heal her pretty quickly, but it was scary as hell," I say. "We enjoyed the second time, but I'd rather not have to do that. Hurting someone with my morning jizz isn't a fun thought," I say.

"And you're worried about hurting me?" she asks.

I nod again. "Or the baby."

"And that's why you and your sister live together? She takes your morning load and then you're free to heal the rest of the day?"

"Essentially, yes. Today was a bit of a twist when the client requested Alana instead of me. But, like I said earlier, it was pretty hot to watch as well."

"So, did you sit in the room and observe, or are you a creeper with cameras everywhere?" she asks.

I laugh. "I'm not a creeper, but I do have cameras. I don't hide them and the clients typically see them. I explain it's for my records, which it is, but I can't help that my records are pretty sexy to watch again," I say, revealing my perverted side to her.

"I don't blame you," she says. "If we'd fucked that first day, I'd want to watch it again," she admits and my jaw about drops. "So, did you and your sister fuck this morning?" she asks.

I nod. "Every morning," I tell her.

"Then you have nothing to worry about tonight," she says scooting closer to me. 

"What if I'm here in the morning?" I ask.

"What did you do before your sister was around?" she asks in response.

"Masturbate in the shower or into the toilet," I reply as she grows closer and closer.

"Problem solved," she says and then her lips press against mine. 

Her mouth separates and mine moves with hers. Her tongue licks my lips and I meet it with my own. She stumbles into my lap, straddling my thighs in her little blue dress. I grab her perfectly round ass and pull her tight into me; her skirt rises up her thighs and I pull it up over her bubble butt and feel her warm skin under my fingers. She's not wearing any underwear; she'd planned on this happening tonight. 

"Which way to your bedroom?" I ask, breaking our kiss. She points to the opposite corner of the room. I stand up, her legs wrap tightly around my waist, my stiffening cock presses against her bare ass, holding her in place as she kisses my neck and face all over. I find my way to her room and then drop her onto the bed. Her fiery red hair spreads out behind her like a still-frame of a firework display, her D-cup breasts bounce beautifully beneath her tight dress. Her stomach is still flat, though not as tight as when I first met her, but I don't care about that. Alana was bigger than this when I first fucked her and I was very much attracted to her then. Her hips curve out to the sides creating the most voluptuous hourglass figure I've ever seen. Her curves are beyond dangerous, they're murderous. I'm convinced that her figure is so mesmerizing, even a gay man would be entranced by her figure. 

"Are you going to just stare at me or make love to me?" she teases.

I grin. "I'm just admiring perfection," I tell her and she melts at my words. 

I sink to my knees and pull her body closer to the edge of her soft bed. She spreads her legs and I lower my mouth to her pink pussy lips. She has a patch of red hair just above, shaped into a triangle pointing downward, as if to say, "insert tongue/cock here". I couldn't wait to taste this beautiful display of sex before me, so I don't and lightly lick her slit. She shivers at my first touch and lets out a sigh. Her sensitivity tells me it's been a while since she's seen any action, which is unfortunate because she's the epitome of female perfection. She must be honest about her pregnancy and most guys freak out about that. Me, I know it's safe for her to have sex; pregnant women have sex all the time. Hell, back in the days of porn there was a whole category dedicated to guys and/or girls fucking pregnant women.

I hold her by the thighs, keeping her legs separated as I minister to her sweet pussy. I've eaten out my fair share of women and I have to say that this is the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted. Alana's is sweet, like candy, but Amber's sweetness is intoxicating. I get lost in the soft scent of vanilla as I probe deeper into her vagina. She begins to slowly grind her pussy into my face as I explore her depths with my tongue. My nose presses against her clit, rubbing around it as she gyrates and I swivel my head in countering circles. I can hear her breathing becoming more and more ragged as I swirl my tongue around inside her fuck hole. She whimpers a few times as I hit certain spots. I discover her more sensitive areas and focus on them for a few seconds at a time before moving somewhere else to tease a little. When I pull my tongue out and suck on her clit, her hands clamp down on my head, pressing her tighter into her sex.

Her whimpers turn to sexy little barks of ecstasy as I minister to her clit and then she lets out a cry of surprise as I press a finger against her pussy lips, lubing it up to push it further inside. I remember where my tongue explored her sensitive areas and I search those spots out again with my finger. Her fingernails dig into the back of my skull as I finger and tongue-fuck her sensitive pussy. I try to keep her legs apart as I minister to her, bringing her closer and closer to her first orgasm of the night. She doesn't know it, but she's in for one hell of a night of passion.

"Oh, shit," she cries and jerks her hips into my face, bumping my nose a little and causing my eyes to tear up from the unexpectedly rough contact. I don't complain, though, because I'm giving her a great oral treatment. I try to keep her thrusts under better control after that, though, and keep my free hand on one of her thighs to hold her in place better. 

I moan into her pussy to send some vibrations into her and she loses control. She sits up and fucks my face rapidly as her juices gush all over my face. Her body then releases and collapses back onto the bed. She breathes heavily as I crawl up and then lay down next to her, my raging cock pressing against my pants. 

"Let me catch my breath," she requests. "Then I'll return the favor."

"Take your time, beautiful," I tell her and caress her right arm. Her left arm is folded over her eyes as she tries to calm herself back down. Her stomach rises and falls with each heavy breath; she looks like she's just run a 10k. I kiss her shoulder tenderly as I wait patiently for her to regain her composure.





Eximius Ch.05



"Holy shit that was amazing. I've never been eaten out like that before," she compliments me.

"I do have some experience with that," I say and we laugh. 

"Well, it's paying off. You'll never hear me complain about your line of work," she says and then rolls towards me, pulling me into a passionate kiss. 

Once again our tongues wrestle until she begins to kiss down my jawline to my neck, licking and nibbling my skin as she travels further south. As she kisses and licks my collarbone, she unbuttons my shirt and then pulls it open. Her hands rub up and down my bare chest, sometimes dragging her fingernails lightly across my skin. She then lowers her head and flicks one of my nipples with her tongue; my eyes close as I exhale heavily. 

I'm temporarily disappointed as she leaves my chest to kiss down my body, unbuckling my belt as she works her way down with her mouth. Once she has access to my pants, she quickly unfastens them as well and then slides gracefully down to my feet to pull them off. She pulls my boxers with them as I shrug out of my shirt and toss it to the floor. 

She runs her hands up my legs, her bright green eyes locked on mine as she flashes a lustful grin at me. Next she takes hold of my throbbing cock and admires it. She pulls it back, pressing the back of her hand against my abdomen before licking me from balls to tip. My cock twitches and I have to force myself to keep from cumming all over her face right then. She has a magical tongue and I soon learn just how magical her mouth is as well as she wraps her lips around the pink tip of my cock after a few more licks. She gives a few strong sucks, as if trying to coax semen out of me before I'm ready. Then she slowly sinks her mouth further down my rigid pole, her tongue working furiously to reach everything it can. I discover what an expert at giving head she is as she takes my entire seven and a half inches into her throat. I feel her nose press into my soft patch of pubic hair just above my cock. At the same time I feel the tip of my cock rub against the back of her throat for a few seconds; she doesn't even gag. Instead she slowly lifts her head back up the length of my cock, her tongue dragging along the underside until all that's left in her mouth is the tip, which she swirls her tongue around rapidly.

"Oh, fuck," I gasp. 

"You better hold back," she warns. "No premature injections," she says with a wink, poking a little fun at my profession. 

"I'm not sure how much longer I can last if you continue blowing me like this," I say, my head falling back onto the bed again.

"Then I guess we better change things up," she says.

I'm a little disappointed at first but then I feel the tip of my cock press against another smooth, wet surface that burns hotter than her mouth and tongue. I look down to see her straddling me, the crown of my cock beginning to split her pussy open. She's so tight and hot I'm afraid I'll blow my load right then, but I do everything I can within me to hold back. 

"Once you're inside me, cum all you want. We'll be at this all night," she says. 

I grin happily at the thought of fucking this beautiful woman all night. Slowly I sink into her glorious cunt until I bottom out and then she lies down on top of me. Her mouth locks onto mine as she slowly lifts just her hips an inch or two before pressing them back down again. I moan my appreciation and she does it again, and again, and again, and again. Breaking our kiss, she sits back on her heels with my cock impaled deep in her impossibly tight pussy. I'm amazed at her perfect body as her tits bounce with her rising and falling on my hard cock. I hold onto her shapely hips and rub up and down her thighs with my hands. Her skin is silky smooth and perfectly, creamy white. The only place she has any freckles is on her face, and then it's just a light dusting. I'm not sure how I hadn't noticed them before. Maybe there's more to this perfect specimen of a woman than meets the eye.

"Just noticing my freckles?" she asks in a sultry voice.

I nod. 

"They appear instead of my cheeks turning red when I'm flushed. So, instead of my cheeks turning pink when I'm embarrassed, aroused or what have you, my freckles appear."

I think it's the sexiest explanation for a ginger's freckles I've ever heard. I reach up and take her breasts into my hands and she holds onto the backs of my hands as I do. Her head falls back, eyes closed and her mouth opens to let out a deep sigh. I begin massaging her heavy sacks as she stops bouncing to slowly rock her hips back and forth instead. She gently pulls my hands away, twists our hands around, palm to palm, so we can interlock our fingers. She then leans forward and pins my hands against the headboard and then kisses me deeply as she presses her pelvis firmly into mine, holding my cock deep inside her. I raise my hips subtly to press tighter into her, but neither of us moves much, but the pressure does increase slightly. I slip my hands from her grip and hold her body close to mine and then roll us over. Her legs wrap around my waist with her heels digging into my ass cheeks to fight against the small thrusts I'm using against her pussy. 

I begin to pick up the pace of my thrusts in and out of her pussy, only pulling about half way out with each one, but slamming roughly into her. She whimpers nearly painfully as I begin to drill her pussy with my hard cock. I grab one of her beautiful tits and pull it up to my mouth to suck on while I pound into her pussy over and over. I let go and then pull her body tighter into me as I feel my balls tighten to finally release my cum. I pick up the pace and she gasps, "Yes, yes, yes," over and over again as her second orgasm reaches its pinnacle. 

"Fuck me! Fill me with your cum!" she cries and then her pussy tightens around my cock like a vice, blocking my cum from leaking out for a second. When her pussy muscles release, so does the temporary blockage and I explode into her. Blast after blast after blast of hot, sticky cum fills her pregnant pussy. When it finally finishes I collapse on top of her and she gently strokes my back and my shoulders, giggling about the goose-pimples that have risen on my skin. I haven't cum this hard since I was a teenager; not even with Alana. 

"Wow," I gasp. 

"Just like our first time," she says.

I lift my head and look her in the eye; my forehead scrunches up in confusion.

She looks embarrassed for a moment but wears a guilty grin. "Oops," she says.

I pull out of her and lie down next to her. "Please explain this 'Oops', Amber," I say, trying to hold back my confusion induced anger.

"Please, don't hate me," she pleads. 

I look down at our bodies and old memories begin to flood back to me. My eyes begin to grow wide. 

"Wait, you're..." I trail off, unsure of how to say what I'm thinking.

"My name isn't really Amber, but it's the name I go by now," she says. I never told you the name of the girl I'd slept with and discovered my ability through. Her name was, "Stephanie," Amber finishes my thought out loud.

Suddenly her eyes are more familiar to me now, but she hadn't been a redhead then had she?

"I know I look different now. My hair was more blonde back then, but it was summertime when we hooked up and my hair always goes blonde in the sunlight, especially in the summer when there's more sunlight. Over the years, it's darkened to the shade of red it is now," she explains and I cut her off.

"Why didn't you tell me who you were when we met a month ago?" I ask her.

She looks down. "I'm sorry about that. I guess I was nervous seeing you again and you didn't seem to recognize me. I didn't want to freak you out, so, I gave you my middle name instead."

That makes sense, I never knew Stephanie's middle name. Heck, I barely remember her last name after she moved away. I can't believe it's really her; my first, the one who helped me discover my ability.

"Is it really you?" I ask softly, my mouth stretching into a smile.

She smiles too and then pulls me into another kiss. "I'm so glad you're not mad," she says and then sniffles. 

"Are you crying?" I ask her, pulling away to look at her face. I wipe away the tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. "You don't need to cry. You have been on my mind ever since you moved away all those years ago. I never even got a goodbye," I tell her.

"I wanted to, believe me; but when my parents overheard me talking about what you and I did with a friend of mine, we were gone a few days later. They pulled me out of school and never let me say goodbye to any of my friends; you weren't the only one," she says.

"So, what brings you back here?" I ask her.

She looks away briefly and then looks me in the eye again without another word. 

"Me?" I ask in disbelief.

She nods, her freckles appearing on her cheeks again. She covers her face with her hands and I pull them away.

"Don't cover your face, Amber," I say. "I mean, Stephanie."

She shakes her head. "I like when you call me Amber. I don't want to confuse things by making you call me Stephanie. Besides, it's the name I go by now anyway."

I shake my head, flabbergasted. I seriously can't believe she's in my life again. No wonder we had such a connection that day! It's also no wonder she was so forgiving when I took a month to call her.

"I just can't believe it's you I'm here with again," I say. "I have thought about you almost every day since you disappeared," I repeat.

"Aw," she says and then runs her delicate fingers through my hair. "I haven't stopped thinking about you, either. As soon as I was able to, I started making my way back out here. It's taken me some time, but I'm glad to finally be back, and to be back in your arms," she says and then snuggles up into my chest. 

I hold her close, still amazed that I'm with the first girl I ever fell for. How does something like this happen? We lie there catching up on our past for a couple hours until we start to drift off to sleep. We don't fight sleep, even though we want to continue talking, but we give into the comfort of her soft bed and the warmth of our bodies and are soon in a deep sleep.