"Selene, I'm home," Logan breathed, taking a moment to close the door behind him. His limbs struggled to move like he'd been wading through molasses, the fatigue of a long day forcing his eyes to sag and his mouth to droop.
There was nothing but silence, no call back to confirm her presence or any food sitting on the dining table like she'd always prepared.
'She must be asleep,' he thought, finally submitting to exhaustion. He plopped to the nearest couch, running his hand along its soft material to find the remote. 'Television is dead, but I suppose it'll do—as long as the cell phone bill is as expensive as it is, anyway.'
Accidentally, he went to one of the adult channels of the TV. For a moment, his hand hovered over the 'next' button on the remote, but it didn't take long for him to become engrossed at the sight.
Kicking his feet on the table, he watched as the girls danced across the screen, asses sticking out as they approached the camera... closer and closer...
"Hoo-ohh-oohhhhh~" he puffed, feeling a funny little member grow in his pants. Its desire extended to absorb his mind, lustful exuberance drowning out his thoughts. "Enough television, lets move to my room!"
Firstly, though, there was the matter of all the grime and blood caked into his skin. The water bill was also a hassle, but he could afford to take a shower every other day if done with moderation.
...
"Haahhhhhh, now this is a great way to take my mind off things." The water ran along his back, stabbing into his wounds to revitalize muddled skin, although its heat caused the open wounds to sting the moment the dried blood dissolved.
Still, the overwhelming relief as his muscles laxed and mind settled kicked out any semblance of discomfort. The pain was a small price to pay, especially when his mind was so constantly weighed down by life's circumstances.
Taking a hand full of soap, he sat down into one of the chairs scattered in the bathroom. His step-mom had always been keen on Japanese-style life—a consequence of his step-father's Asian heritage, so it stood to reason that their baths were also the conventional sit-down showers.
It helped save on water, so there were no complaints in his book.
Rubbing the soap into his chest, he watched as the water darkened from dirt. "Man, I was really backed up—"
"Hey, what do you think you're doing!"
The voice was so abrupt that Logan unintentionally lifted both of his legs, tipping him from the chair and forcing him off balance.
Thwam!
His legs hung over his stomach and face, leaving him in a suplex. There stood Selene, hovering with all her innocent grace.
Her hair was a nightly black, swimming in the air like the endless nebulas. Her skin was so ungodly pale that one could've mistook her for a pile of snow, the only quality preserving her humanity being her light blue eyes. With lips blushed with pink, curves that filled out her figure wonderfully, and a thin garment of pajamas, the only fitting description was this: gorgeous.
And of course, she was his step-sister.
"Are you okay!" she gasped, rushing over to gently lift Logan's head. The truth was that he was perfectly fine, but her touch was soft—motherly. He didn't want to make himself look healthy, so he spun his pupils like he'd been inebriated.
"Y-yeah... just, uh... slipped..." He'd been rubbing at his back, feeling a sharp tension strike him from a pulled muscle or two. He wasn't completely uninjured.
As Selene helped Logan up, she pulled the chair towards him, allowing him the support to get back on. Rubbing his head with such convincing posture that he could've sold the act to a theater major, he looked up at Selene whose lip stick begun to simmer at the humid air.
"How come you're home so early?" she asked, getting to her feet once he'd fully recollected himself. "School doesn't end early, so don't lie to me."
"I was feeling sick—"
"Bullshit." She closed the door to the bathroom, dragging her hands from her waist to the band on her pants, pulling them at the seam. "You come home with all those cuts, then get in the shower without me? Did you forget how much the water bill is? No, today I'm taking care of you, so brace yourself."
Without any hesitation, her lower half was completely exposed—bits and all. Logan hadn't meant to look, but the way her ass stuck out even from the front view and the way she'd been cleanly-shaven powered within him a deep desire.
"What?" she asked, beginning to pull at the bottom of her shirt as well. He'd been staring too long.
"N-nothing. Just tired."
She sighed, removing herself completely from all clothing. Just as her ass had been breathing free, so too were her breasts, standing firm with her nipples hardened from the heat. They were huge, and it didn't help that the areolas were so deeply entrenched with pink. They'd been so vibrant—like the petals of a cherry-blossom.
Her hips dipped inward and hollowed out, curving her torso to that of an hourglass. She'd also been at low enough body fat that if Logan looked closely, he could see a four-pack beginning to outline in her abdomen.
"Turn around, let me wash your back." Logan obliged, bending over on his seat to accept the streams of water brushing his cuts. She grabbed a sponge, filling it with soap before using it to get more specific spots.
"Well, you didn't answer my question. Why are you back so early?" she questioned once more, beginning to get his lower back.
Logan didn't respond—not because the question was an awkward one, but because of the intense desire swirling in his lower extremity. They'd always been like this since they were kids, Selene in specific constantly suffering with boundary issues and getting naked in front of him whenever she felt like it, but something was different this time around.
He had been feeling it more recently, but each woman he saw would invoke some sort of primal desire. His mind would race, his heart would patter, and his member would—
"It was Zack, wasn't it?"
"How'd you know!"
She laughed, standing up once her work had been complete. "Aha, so it is true!"
"Damn, you tricked me!" Logan grit his teeth in defeat, turning his gaze to the ground.
"Come on, brother. You know better than to hide things from me. I know more about you than you know about yourself."
She wasn't entirely wrong, and Logan knew it. "Al-alright... yeah, it was Zack—and his two guys, Tyler and Chase."
Selene grabbed Logan's left arm, scrubbing it with the same sponge. "You should really stop letting them push you around. Just because you were born without a 'Gift' and are on the bigger side... let 'em know, you're still twice the man he'll ever be! In all ways."
"Selene, really, I appreciate you, but be honest. I'm not just on the bigger side, and in this world, having a Gift is everything. Especially if you want to succeed as a spirit hunter." Even though Logan was sulking, the room had been illuminated by Selene's wide smile.
"Logan, don't talk like that! Even with some more mass to you, you're perfectly fine. And you're so incredibly smart—I mean, you scored top three on the TAGS test, didn't you? You could easily get a top-notch tech job. But them? They'll be lucky to work as cadet to the Spirit Hunters." She'd just finished scrubbing his right arm, getting his armpit as well. Just as Logan had begun to remove himself from the seat, however, she pushed him back down. "Hold on, I have to get the front as well."
"W-wait, Selene, stop!"
The moment she'd gotten on her knees, a shadow loomed over her face, twitching at her presence. "What is this..."
His dick was fully entranced, moving each time she exhaled. With veins popping out from his skin, he tried best to conceal it, but it was too enlarged to be hidden beneath his hands.
"I'm sorry... I just—"
"You're perfectly fine. It's a perfectly normal physiological response, right?"
As each word was another puff of warm air escaping her mouth to disperse along the base of his cock and balls, he felt something other than his deep arousal sprout from within him.
A single spurt of pre-cum shot out to her cheek, the clear liquid getting lost in the water dousing her face. Instinctually, she moved her tongue to lick it, the silence filling the air getting interrupted by a deep gulp.
"Selene...?"
The air grew musky from her airy breathiness and the scent of his member, but it wasn't unpleasant—not for either of them.
Slowly, her plump lips began to inch closer to his cock which had been hovering free from his hands. With each removed inch of distance, his dick twitched again.
Krrkk!
Logan's chair resounded with a loud clatter as he pushed himself from it, getting his hands on the nearest towel.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to expose myself like that in front of you. I think I'm going to go finish my homework now!"
Selene stretched her hand out as if to call for him, but the bathroom door had already slammed behind him.
'What the hell am I doing, thinking of my sister like that,' he thought to himself, peering down at his outstretched penis. It was unnaturally hard, and the energy welling in his chest that he'd noticed with the woman earlier began to claw at him, turning his breath red and his eyes purple.
"It's happening again," he said as he looked into his bedroom mirror. The discoloration in his eyes hadn't been the only thing he noticed.
His back would ache each time his arousal reached its peak, and his dick would bulge uncontrollably. It didn't help that he lived with a girl, either, but it just so happened that his horny outbreak occurred right as he'd been showering with her.
Still, he knew the only way to end this. He would have to cum, and fast. That was the only thing that made his outbreaks end.
Hopping on his bed, he didn't even bother to lock the door or look for new clothes. Instead, he fully exposed himself, laying flat over his cover.
'It's not going to rub itself.'
Knock, knock, knock!
Suddenly, his largest window released a sound, although he couldn't find where it came from due to its blinds.
He jumped up from the shock, finding the closest bathroom gown. Some kid was throwing rocks at his window or something—that was his first thought, but he decided that it would still be good to check.
"What is it—" he said to himself, parting the blinds, "WOAH!"
Logan stifled his breath—not from shattered glass or anything of the sort, but at the pure absurdity of the image in front of him.
A woman stood—no, floated before him through the window. Naked.