Action Pack 10: Jein Tries the Penis Disclaimer: The characters, settings, etc. contained within this story all belong to paetrasslave and may not be used in other media without express permission. Why anyone would want to, she's not sure. This story is incredibly sexual in nature with many preferences and depictions on display that will probably offend many people. Anyone under 18 or possessed of an easily offended mindset should leave now. For everyone else, that's probably all the reason you need to stay. Codes: m+f inc anthropomorphic animals ------ Synopsis: Jein finds Shana and fails to reconnect with her old friend, but has slightly more success trying to reconnect with her old family. As annoyed as she was having to wait for her body to recover before further combat instruction, Jein had to admit filling the time wasn't proving difficult. Most of it was spent trying to learn more about her home planet. Jein was surprised at how easy it turned out to be. She'd hardly been a model student back on Earth, but studying up on the history of her "real" home planet was way more like reading a fantasy novel than a text book. The estate had a library full of books on the life of Angele Devyre, and Zenith proved to have computers a lot like the ones on Earth. It even had an information network computers could access. The network had a name, but as soon Jein had gotten used to the interface she immediately began thinking of it as "the internet." A few times her hormones had led her to distraction, and she'd gone looking for sites purveying bare female flesh. Every time she tried, though, out of nowhere one of her sisters would appear beside her and give a disapproving look. Then they'd take her hand, hustle her upstairs, lock the door and take Jein's clothes off. She'd even tried to resist a few times, but once Jasami found out how ticklish she was, there was no point anymore. Anyway, There were plenty of sources that she found, but a lot of what she found didn't mean much to Jein with her lack of memories of home. Names of countries, rulers her mother had aided and rulers she'd deposed. From what Jein could gather, though, fighting for the common man had been her mother's life. Angele Devyre been born the daughter of Lamal Devyre, a king of a small realm, but most of their alliances with neighboring lands had been shaky at best. He did what he could to make his realm and those surrounding his a place where people could live free of fear, but he knew war was likely to come during his daughter's lifetime. Accordingly, he pleaded with the gods to make his unborn child a Sword Daughter that she might be able to protect her people and expand their vision of an alliance of peaceful kingdoms. That sounded vaguely familiar... Angele had more than exceeded her father's hopes for her, and was indeed able to broker peace between many of her neighbors and many of theirs. Some had blocked her efforts, some had tried to take advantage of her trips far afield to absorb her land into theirs. A few had even captured her and tried to force her into marriage. Jein had noticed that all of the names in that last group showed up on the lists of her mother's enemies who were dead. Unfortunately, one whose name didn't was the Dragonlord, Jadis. He was apparently the ruler of a civilization made up of dragons, who was believed to have felt threatened by Angele Devyre's expanding influence. One day Jadis and his dragon horde flew across the Free Territories, incinerating everything in their path on the way to Zenith. They were eventually driven back, and Angele herself wounded Jadis in single combat, but the Dragonlord had been the one who slew Angele and her husband. She found plenty of sites proclaiming that her mother wasn't the only hero in her family, though. It appeared that her mother's older brother, Milir, had quite a few fans of his own. They praised Milir's modesty for being happy living in his sister's shadow, as all accounts (and these people seemed to have every single one), painted him as someone only interested in besting evil and protecting people. Also according to the many people calling out for history to hold a bigger place for Milir, it was his counsel and strategic acumen that truly been responsible for some of Angele's more well-known victories. But after the dragon attack, Milir had apparently told his family there was something important he needed to do. Something he couldn't tell them about, and he walked out of the rubble of Zenith, never to be seen again. Jein considered asking aunt Namiel if maybe she knew where he'd gone, and why, but figured it probably wasn't a pleasant thing to talk about. Particularly because, despite helping Jein get a little combat practice, aunt Namiel seemed to think that was so Jein could defend herself on the off-chance she was attacked. Not so she could go out and fight bad guys with what she learned. Maybe her husband's disappearance was why... The most lurid results came back when researching Angele's husband. The real one, at any rate. It seemed as many people called Amoril the Goddess of Love as called her the Goddess of Whores. Jein found numerous accounts of those who heaped praise on her father for the success of their marriages or the expanding influence of the ideas of the Free Territories, and plenty of others denouncing her temples as brothels and saying their continued existence was destroying the ideals of the kingdom. Jein'd also done research on the geography of Akton. The Free Territories occupied a large, wedge-shaped piece of land roughly in the middle of a central continental landmass, with its eastern border touching the ocean. Other countries surrounding it were run by a list of people and...not people whose names Jein was mostly already familiar with because she'd fought them vicariously. People like General Thadus Tran and Doctor Wilhelm Kargis. And that made her uneasy. Those two were the villains of ClashSim and Dogs of War, two of the most unforgiving games on Action Pack. Knowing what she knew now, she didn't have a hard time believing it was meant to show her what to expect from them. That the two of them were willing to conduct their transaction so close to Zenith was worrying. What had they wanted their respective items for? From two of Action Pack's worst end bosses, she didn't imagine anything less than apocalyptic. And that scared her, with how closely Jasami had gotten involved in their dealings. Jein felt she ought to be out there, finding out what they were up to and doing something about it, but as she did she touched her face. Her black eye had cleared up, but it was a strong reminder that she was still just a puny level one character, with no gear and no tricks to keep her alive in a fight. Sparring with Takel been a brutal fight, but it had still just been a practice one. It looked like she'd be sitting this one out a little longer "Miss Jein?" one of the servants called from out in the hall. "Yes?" "There's some kind of raccoon boy outside, asking for you. He says he made a date with you." Jein straightened her skirt and went downstairs. Outside the gates there was indeed a furry creature with a raccoon's face waiting for her. A cheesy grin crept across his face as she opened the gate and stepped out, but faded when he saw she was alone. "Where's your little sister?" "I don't care what she says, she's not old enough to go to strip clubs with you and me yet. If for no other reason than because we'll get arrested for taking a kid someplace like that. If they're stupid enough to let us in at all." Jeer smiled. "I know a couple where the first thing isn't true, but the second one is." "No." "Damn it. Ah well. So you looking for totally sleazy, or just mostly sleazy?" "How about just mostly sleazy tonight?" "Good call. The girls are hotter and the drinks are a little less shitty at those places," Jeer nodded sagely. The creature who called himself a coonkin had been coming by the Devyre house a lot since taking Jein's little sister on a little misadventure of her own. He seemed like a decent enough guy, but after exposing Jasami to giant killer mutant animals on their first day out, Jein had felt obligated to go along to chaperone the two. For the most part they'd seemed fine with this, and Jeer had been showing them good places to eat, good places to see movies, and the places where the most pretty teenage girls went jogging. The ones in the last category had been the easiest for Jein to remember, and, she suspected, had been for Jeer too. "Or," Jeer said, a grin on his face, "we could skip the clubs and enjoy a night in..." "That's not how I roll," Jein replied, the same way she had every time Jeer had made that offer to her. And he'd made it at the beginning of every single night they went out without Jasami around. "You haven't even looked at it!" "I don't have to LOOK at it," Jein sighed. "Are going to see naked girls swing on poles tonight or what?" "Sure, we can do this the long way. That's usually more fun, anyway," Jeer smirked, and Jein rolled her eyes but followed him to a stop for one of the elevated trains, or whatever the hell they were really called, that the two of them used to get around. "Is this gonna be a long ride?" Jein asked as they stood on the silent, empty platform. "Should have I brought a gun?" "No," Jeer chuckled. "But I know a guy who can get you one on the way there if you really think you need it. Even though you don't." Jein started to relax and sucked a mint as they waited for the train to show up. "Hey, Jeer? You know how to find things, right? Can you find...a person?" "Hmmm? What kind of person?" "A...female person," Jein said, then when he stood bolt upright and looked her in the eye, she hastily added, "An old friend of mine! Not like that." "From the way your little sister tells it, all your female friends are `like that.' " "I don't even have that many--" Jein stopped herself. "This is from before I came back to Akton. I was...different back then." Jeer peered at her. "Different?" "Yeah. And I'll admit it's got a lot to do with why I keep turning you down." "Different how?" Jein shuffled her feet. How could she answer that question without sounding like a total freak for something that wasn't even her decision? She was a stranger on a world she didn't remember with no other friends outside her immediate family. She didn't want to go drying up her pool of potential party members. Then again, Jeer wasn't exactly a reserved kind of guy. Would he care? He could tell she was 100% female now, right? The rumbling of the train approaching saved her from having to answer. Jeer scampered on board on all fours as he usually did when he was in a hurry. He hopped up and down in his seat excitedly, and hazarding a glance, Jein could swear she already saw his pants starting to bulge in the front. She hastily looked away in disgust. The rest of the trip was spent in silence, aside from Jeer's eager panting as the train thundered along into the night. As soon as it came to a halt and the doors popped open again, he hurried out and Jein had to jog to keep up with him. He scooted down the street and then turned a corner into an alley with a flashing neon sign of a naked woman sitting n the crook of a crescent moon. Fitting, as the name beside it was "The Blue Moon." "Interesting name for a strip club," Jein noted. "It used to be `Lucy's Ladies,' until word got around they got in a bunch of lunar elf dancers and people started lining up to get in," Jeer explained. " `Lunar elves'? Well shit, now we have to go in." "I know, right??" "I was being serious," Jein said. "Oh yeah?" Jeer grinned. His natural expression, it was seeming like. "You seen elf chicks dance around naked before, then?" "A naked elf danced on my face one time. It capped off a pretty good day." They walked past line of people waiting to get in, and Jeer tossed a shiny coin to the closest bouncer. It was hard to tell in the dim neon light, but as Jein walked past him she thought his jagged features had the texture of rock. Inside, the Blue Moon was a lot like every strip club she'd ever seen in a movie, let alone the other ones Jeer had shown her in person. The place was dark with a runway taking up almost a third of the main room, with a pole running from floor to ceiling at the far end. Jein could just see the naked back of a woman was currently retreating through a black curtain at the end of the runway to a chorus of drunken whistles. An unshaven, heavyset guy was staggering away from a table near the runaway with a girl who was making dreamy eyes at him. The array of empty glasses in front of her might have accounted for that, though. She and Jeer sat down in the vacated seats quickly, and Jein fixed her eyes on the stage while a waitress appeared as if from nowhere and cleared the table for them. A minute later, a pair of spotlights focused on the curtains leading behind the stage. A man spoke into a microphone, "Well ladies and gents, I'm sure you were all amazed at just how far our little Lonnie could stretch those legs!" Scattered laughter and whooping. "But just wait `til you see our next girl's nice moves! Give it on up for Daun!" The curtain was flung open and a shapely woman in a dark blue business suit and fedora stepped onto the stage. She had the slender frame and facial construction of the elves Jein remembered from those few days back in the forest when she'd been fighting vampires. As she tossed the hat off and shook out her hair, Jein saw the long ears that completed the package. Unlike the other elves Jein had seen, though, her skin was a dark, exotic shade of blue. She must've been a "lunar elf," like Jeer mentioned. Jein would have to ask what that meant sometime. The dancer strutted down the stage and slowly pushed open the buttons on her shirt. Inch by inch, full, dark blue cleavage was exposed. She reached her waist, then gripped the front of her shirt as it hung loose and pulled back one side just far enough to show a tantalizing view of blue sideboob. She gripped the pole at the end and twirled around it before leaning back on it until she was almost laying down. Her shirt slid back until her front was completely uncovered. With her free hand she reached up and cupped a blue breast while she opened her mouth in a theatrical moan of pleasure. Jein's own nipples were standing up as she watched the dancer deftly pull herself up and toss her shirt over her shoulder. Hands rose up from the sides of the stage, eagerly brandishing bills as the dancer went into the next part of her routine. But then, Jein spotted a face in the flash of a strobe light on the opposite side of the stage. She craned her neck, trying to confirm what she saw past the dancer's swaying hips, and felt blood rush to her cheeks. "Jeer, I'll be right back. I have to...go to the ladies' room." She got up and started to weave her way through the crowd to the other side of the stage, toward the table and its occupant she'd seen. She felt someone try to grab her ass but hurried on. She couldn't let herself be distracted. Not now. Finally, she was standing a few feet away from the table and now there was no mistaking its lone occupant, even in the dingy light of a basement strip club. The broad shoulders. The bulging biceps. The strong jaw line. The wavy hair pulled back into a practical ponytail. "Shana...," Jein said, only half-aware she had. The girl sitting at the table looked away from the stage and locked eyes with Jein. They were exactly the same watchful, caring, but intense eyes she remembered from all those years back on Earth. There was recognition there. And abruptly, Shana got up from her table and started to shoulder her way toward the door. "Shana, wait!" Jein called, but Shana didn't. Jein was about to run after her when Jeer appeared out of the crowd. "I was trying to tell you, you're going the wrong way," Jeer said to her as loud as he could. "Jeer, follow her!" Jein pointed at Shana's shrinking back. "The muscular one! Find out where she's going! She's the one!" "You got it, lady!" Jeer fell to all fours and scampered nimbly through the crowd after her. She watched Shana charge up the stairs out of the club a second before Jeer did. ------ The evening had ground to a complete halt. Two other dancers came out and wowed the crowd before an impulse reached Jein's brain that she was looking at them, but not watching anymore. She collected her purse and made her way through the crowd of drunken revelers between her and the door. The stairs back up to ground level thudded past her one at a time without registering. After a minute she walked outside and turned back toward the main street, and as soon as she was out of sight of the bouncers a wiry youth grabbed her wrist and uttered a salacious invitation with a veiled threat. Without thinking at all she kneed him in the groin, stepped over his twitching carcass and kept going. Even more numbness set in as she waited for the train to come, and stayed as she got in and watched the lights of the buildings whip past the windows all the way to the stop near her aunt's house. Somehow she ended up inside the kitchen, next to a machine making a steaming pot of coffee for her. Never before had coffee had any kind of appeal to her, but she poured herself a mug, went into the front parlor and had a seat. Slowly, she took a sip. And waited. At some point the coffee got cold and she went back into the kitchen to make another pot. Later Jein could hear the sounds of the staff waking up and starting to bustle around the house as they began their duties for the day. One of them entered the parlor where Jein was sitting with a broom and dustpan in hand. It was Jasami, who'd finally convinced their aunt of how she should be allowed to help out around the house. "What are you doing up so early?" she asked with no attempt to disguise the frankness of the question. "Waiting for Jeer to get back," Jein answered. Jasami set the broom down and walked over to Jein with a concerned look on her face. "Jein, are you okay?" she asked. "What happened last night? I thought you guys were just going to a strip club." Jein reached out and stroke the girl's hair. "We did, Jasami, we did. But I saw somebody there, and now Jeer's doing me a favor and I'm waiting for him to get back with what he found." Jasami waved her hand in front of her sister's eyes. Jein didn't react. Worriedly the younger girl prompted her, "Yeah? Who'd you see?" "Shana." Jasami fell down in surprise. "Shana's a stripper?!" "She was just there." Jein sipped her coffee and blanched while nothing registered in her eyes at all. "Watching the show." "Uh, you stay here, okay? I'll be right back..." Jasami ran upstairs as fast as she could and returned a few minutes later dragging a stumbling Cathallis, still bleary-eyed and in a scandalous see-through nightie with nothing but a white thong underneath. "What's so bloody important you dragged me out of bed at the crack of--" "What's wrong with Jein?" Jasami interrupted. "You're the smart one, figure it out." She shoved one bleary twin at the other. Cathallis looked more awake upon hearing something was wrong with her twin. She looked into Jein's blank eyes. "Jein?" she asked gently. "Hi, Cath," Jein replied, staring straight through her. Cautiously Cathallis straddled one of Jein's legs and climbed into her lap. The dark-haired twin kissed Jein, and suddenly Jein dropped her cup, and slipped her arms under her sister's and around Cathallis's back. Jein started to deepen the kiss and Cathallis moaned in pleasure. Jasami stamped her foot, then pulled her dress down to waist and straddled Jein's other leg. The chair the three of them sat on groaned under the weight of three occupants, but none of them paid enough attention to hear it. Cathallis purred into the kiss, then Jasami shoved her to get more room to rub against Jein herself. Her young nipples were harder than it seemed should have been possible to Jein's mind, but then Cathallis shoved Jasami aside and her developed breasts were mooshing against Jein's own ample chest. "Oooohoooohhhhh," Jein groaned and her eyes came into focus. "Are you back, Jein?" Jasami asked. "Is Jeer here yet?" "No, not yet," Cathallis replied. "Jein, what happened? You seemed like you were you in a trance or something." Jein sighed and shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs from it. "That feels better, yeah. I went to a club with Jeer, like I told you guys. And Shana was there, watching women get naked. I went over to try to talk to, but she saw me and ran away. I told Jeer to follow her." "Shana, as in your friend from when you were kids, Shana?" Jasami asked. "Shana as in the one who grew up with me on Earth, and who disappeared right before I came back to Akton," Jein nodded. "And disappeared again as soon as I found her. I've been trying to find her but apparently, her real last name isn't the one she told me when we were kids. Doesn't show up in any of the population registries." Jasami cupped Jein's chin and looked her straight in the eye. "Don't be a zombie like that again, okay? If you do I'll have to spank you, and you wouldn't like that." "You don't scare me, Jazz." "I think you need to learn to fear me," Jasami replied, ominously. "That's enough," Jein said, fixing her youngest sister with an iron glare. "You're supposed to be helping around the house, so go help." Jasami started and nodded vigorously, slid off Jein's leg and pulled her dress back up. She collected her broom and dustpan. With a last glance she scurried upstairs again. "What was that?" Cathallis asked. "I've been up all night waiting for news. I don't have the energy to banter with her right now. Tempting as her idea was..." -------- After a bath by herself where she managed to think about nothing without settling into another stupor, Jein threw on shorts and a tank top, an outfit she was starting to like, and wandered back downstairs in search of breakfast. In a minute the scent of toast was wafting up from a plate in front of her beside a tall glass of orange juice. Jein had no illusions that she was enjoying finding herself in a fantastic world like Akton. Yet, it was still comforting that she could still start her day with the same meals she always had. "Are you there in there, Jein?" She looked up to see her aunt peering through the doorway into the kitchen. Namiel walked in, holding a familiar coffee cup with a big chip missing from one side. "Something on your mind?" "I was waiting for Jeer to get back and tell me something. I kind of wanted to make sure I'd be awake when he got here." "And what is it you're waiting to hear?" Jein sighed, and a long beat passed. "Where an old friend of mine lives. I saw her at the club last night and she ran away when she saw me." Namiel took a seat opposite her. "Jein, please listen to me. I'm sure you're eager to live up to your mother's legacy, but try to be a decent person while you're doing it, all right? If this friend of yours didn't want to talk, wouldn't a friend respect that? Not have someone follow them?" A response wasn`t forthcoming. Jein had never been treated like this by her aunt before. "I'd been wondering what happened to her since--" Jein began, but her aunt held up a hand to silence her. "You're the oldest, you're supposed to be setting a good example for the others, Jein. I presume you saw what Cathallis was walking around wearing this morning. Or, that is, not wearing." "Cathallis is the same age as me. I'm not exactly in a position to be her awe-inspiring role model." "Nonsense. Both of them adore you. How do you think your parents would react if they saw your sister walking around in a transparent piece of nothing like that?" "I'll talk to her about that," Jein said, although she had the feeling they'd have stopped and stared while parts of them got stiff. "And while you're at it, maybe you can talk to Adren," Namiel added. "Since you moved in with us he hasn't left his room when he's not at work." "Uh, where IS his room, exactly?" "Downstairs. Between the servants' quarters and the exercise room. And Jein, please, take it easy. I know you want to be like your mother, but don't go jumping in with both feet, all right? The Free Territories have plenty of heroes already. "Sure, I won't. Better go check on Adren, though." Jein slipped down to the basement. Of all the things that had to stay the same in this world where literally anything seemed possible, it had to be getting lectured by her family. Finding the exercise room was easy enough, but she'd never actually gone down the narrow hall in the one wall. About halfway down it were a pair of doors facing each other. The door on the left obviously led to the laundry room, because an elf in a black maid's dress was carrying a basket of dirty clothes in. The other was slightly ajar, but dark inside with occasional flashes of color on the walls. And Jein swore she could hear heated grunting... She peered inside, and was slightly disappointed at what she saw. Adren's room was dark, lit only by the light given off by the pair of computer monitors on his desk. Neither was displaying porn. The one on the left showed an imagine Jein was familiar with; a grid covered in glittering stones of various colors and shapes, shifting into new patterns constantly. Adren moved one hand, and the grid shifted upward to reveal another grid beneath. It was a game called Orinka, and it had been included in Action Pack. Jein had been okay at it, but the ease with which Adren shifted the stones about and effortlessly went from grid to grid amazed her. She couldn't believe how proud she'd been of being able to handle three of those grids. The other screen showed what looked to be a news broadcast, with a dateline along the bottom reading "Northern Incursion Repelled by Legion Alpha." A bald black man swatted flying robots with his bare hands, which Jein recognized he was able to do because she'd seen him doing the exact same thing before. It was Mister Talok, a member of a superhero team called Legion Alpha, which was another game featured in Action Pack (another member of which, Rush from the description, Jasami had apparently met recently). His power was to enlarge himself into a giant, although the only time he appeared was when he was seen in the background smacking fighter planes out of the air. She listened a little longer and Adren's grunting sounded more like growls of frustration. His chair was pointed toward the monitor showing the Orinka game, and he had his hands encased in metallic gloves with wires running from the knuckles to behind his desk. He waggled his fingers and waved his hands as the grids and stones shifted, controlling the game with his movements. Jein wondered if Orinka was any easier with robo-gloves like that instead of the controller she'd had. One of the grids shimmered and disappeared, dropping the stones off the screen. Adren snarled. Not surprising, since that meant that grid had gotten completely out of control and the game had closed it off. Too many grids did that, and it would be game over. Jein took a step closer. In the light of the monitors she could see sweat glistening on Adren's cheeks and forehead. Damn, this boy took his Orinka seriously. Another grid crumbled and he yelled his frustrations again. "Adren?" Jein said. "It's a just a game. Isn't it?" He let out the loudest yell yet, but this was one of surprise and fear. Adren jumped back into his chair so hard it toppled over, and because his gloves were connected to his computer, it was pulled backward it slammed against the wall and yanked the monitors flat against his desk. Jein yelped in surprise herself and jumped out of her cousin's way. She landed heavily on her side. "Ow..." "What in the name of all the gods do you think--" Adren started to demand, then stopped and stared in Jein's direction. He freed a shaking hand from its glove and jabbed at a light switch, and a lamp in the ceiling came to life. "What are you staring at?" Jein asked, and looked at herself. Somehow one strap of her tank top had slipped down her shoulder, and a copious amount of her upper chest was exposed. In fact her shorts were riding up until they showed almost her entire hip, and one leg was draped over the other in a rather sensual pose. Somehow as she fell she'd managed to put herself in a pose that looked like the centerfold of a motorcycle magazine. Intriguing. "Why are you laying like that?" he asked. "I didn't mean to, I just did." "I see..." "With your eyes that wide, it must be hard not to." As she said that, a sudden realization came over Jein. Since finding out her real gender, she'd been repelled by even thinking about men. Yet as Adren stared down at her with the widest eyes she'd ever seen, she simply kept laying there, her body prominently on display. A second later he blushed as he continued to stare, and Jein giggled a little. What was going on? Why didn't her every instinct rebel? Why wasn't her skin crawling like it had when Lucius Handred had eyed her wearing an only slightly less revealing outfit? Finally, the silence broke. "You need to go now," Adren said. "What?" "I said you need to go now," Adren repeated himself. He hoisted Jein to her feet then hustled her out of the room before slamming his door and loudly locking it behind her. "Wait!" Jein said, finally finding her own voice. She pounded on the door. "I have to ask you something!" He didn't answer. The light seeping out from under the door went out, and she heard a white noise machine turn on inside the room. "Crap." ------ Well, that had been a bust. Jein waited a while, knocked again, but still Adren ignored her. She wandered upstairs and thought about "talking" to Cathallis about her outfit, but wasn't in the mood. Shana running out on her and being shoved out by her cousin had left her feeling a little pouty, and she plopped down in front of her computer. For the five-hundredth time, Jein pulled up a search for information in Zenith's citizen registry, and typed in Shana's name. For the five-hundredth time, nine thousand results came back. For the five-hundredth time, it might have even done her some good if Shana's last name from back on Earth was the last name she had on Akton. Absently Jein pulled up the menu listing the couple of games she'd gone out and bought, but none of them inspired much passion from her. What a fine heroine she was turning out to be. Rejection from two people and she couldn't get up the energy to do anything. Good thing that was when she heard the doorbell ring. Jein ran down to the front door and hit the button beside it to activate the intercom. Jeer's face appeared on a little screen next to it as he stood outside the gate. He had a small notepad in one hand. "Jein? Are you there? I gotta talk to you about your favor!" "Come in, come in!" Jein almost yelled, then hoped her aunt hadn't heard her. She hit the button to open the front gate and ran out to meet the coonkin. He stood up and flipped his notepad open as they got near to each other. "Okay!" he said and started to read off his findings. "Your friend appears to live on a farm a little ways outside of town. The Wolch family owns it." "Shana Wolch, huh," Jein mused. "I like that." "I noticed their house is really big," Jeer went on. "Like reaaaaaally big. The front door was like twelve feet tall." "Twelve feet tall?" Jein repeated. "For a farmhouse? Why would they have a door that big?" Jeer shrugged. "I don't know, I just followed her home. You didn't say anything about sneaking inside. Let's see. Her bedroom's apparently on the southeast corner, second floor. That's where the lights went on a minute after she went in." Jein quivered a little as Jeer mentioned that, and hoped he didn't notice. She wasn't proud of herself for it, but a small part of her wished Jeer had brought her back video of the inside of Shana's bedroom... Jeer flipped his notepad closed. "Anyway, that's the info you were looking for, yes?" "Yeah, it is. Thank you so--" "That'll be four titty-fucks for services rendered." "Four?!" Jein roared. A moment of silence passed. Then Jeer spoke up. "I don't know if I'm more surprised that you're not surprised that I get paid in titty-fucks sometimes, or that you think that's too many." Jein grabbed his notebook and ripped the first page out. "Hey!" he yelped, but she'd already read over the address three times and committed it to memory. It was time to pay an old friend a visit. ---------- The officer at the checkpoint at the city wall regarded Jein with scrutinizing eyes as he checked her face and the name on her ID. Then checked them again. Finally he waved the hover car she'd hired through. She drove cautiously until cresting a hill, then as soon as the checkpoint was out of sight she floored it. This had been waiting for far too long... The road she dove along was paved, for whatever sense that made when most vehicles on the road only seemed to touch it when they were parked, with thick rails covering the sides. Past those rails were thick fields of tall green plants. If she'd looked out her windows Jein might have thought they looked like corn plants. But she wasn't, only looking for the homes of the people who worked them. As she passed one house she looked at the residence number on the outside and sped on when it wasn't the one Jeer had gotten for her. Two more farmsteads passed by like that, but on the fourth Jein saw the number on the note hanging from her rearview mirror and braked hard. This was it. Jein had been going over what she'd say, everything from casually asking how Shana'd been, to flat-out asking why Shana had run off the night before. She still hadn't made up her mind as to what it would be as she pulled up to the house and parked her vehicle in what seemed like an unobtrusive spot close to the road. Jein's hand trembled as she took the key out of the ignition. Nothing clever came to mind. No surge of excitement that she'd finally tracked her old friend down. Well, if there was one thing Jein wasn't going to do, it was sit around being a pussy at the moment of truth. The door popped open and she climbed out, and looked up at the farmhouse. It was indeed a lot larger than any house she'd seen, just like Jeer had said, and even taller than the several other buildings nearby it by at least a few feet. The front door was more than twice as tall as she was, and the roof was likewise twice as tall as seemed appropriate to Jein's mind. Jein walked up to the house and knocked on the door. While she was waiting for an answer, someone came out from behind the barn a ways away. She looked up and froze right in her tracks. Towering over her was a woman, but it was obviously the woman that door had been made for. She stood ten feet high, nearly eleven. She had on overalls and green t-shirt, and in her powerful arms she held a machine that looked like a tractor, and set it down in front of her when she saw Jein standing in front of the house. "And who are you supposed to be?" she boomed. "I'm Jein," the teen stammered. "Jein Devyre. I'm here too--" "Little Jein?" the gigantic woman interrupted. "I guess," Jein answered. To this woman there probably wasn't anything else she could be. "Shana's friend? She got home weeks ago, where you been??" "Well, I--," Jein stammered. She'd thought about what she'd say if she met Shana, not anybody else. As she looked up at the giantess, though, she started to notice similarities with Shana. The same wavy red-brown hair pulled back into a practical ponytail, the same broad shoulders and strong lower jaw. Was this her mother? It certainly explained her hulking frame. And how she could punch so hard... "I didn't exactly know where to find her. They took away my memories when they sent me to Earth, and Shana never told me her real last name, or where she lived." "So she never went and found YOU?" the woman exclaimed. "When I find her she better have a damn good excuse." "Uh, Mrs. Wolch!" Jein tried to head this off, worried that it wouldn't take Shana long to learn who'd brought the giantess's anger down on her, and that the perpetrator would probably earn themselves a punch through the nearest wall. "You don't have to do that! I'm sure Shana has a good reason." The giantess appeared unmoved. "SHANA!!!" she yelled. Jein could feel her teeth rattling from the reverberations of the deafening yell. "Getcher butt over here right now!" After a minute another person approached from out of the fields, carrying a bale of hay. Under each arm. Two young boys were clinging to her shoulders, and all three of them smiled and laughed together. Until they spotted the intruder on their property. "What are you doing here?" Shana demanded. "Looking for you," Jein answered. Somehow Shana looked even taller and more muscular than Jein remembered. She'd certainly developed a healthy tan from all the outdoor work living on a farm must've entailed. Goose bumps started to break out on Jein's skin, and suddenly her underwear seemed incredibly hot and wet. "What'd I tell you boys about bugging your sister when she's doing her chores?" Mrs. Wolch said and plucked the boys off Shana's shoulders. Then she turned and smiled at Jein and Shana. "We'll leave you two alone to get caught up." "Mom!" Shana called, but the giantess walked past the buildings, picked up the tractor she'd been carrying with one arm, and kept going into the fields, her sons hanging off her shoulders as they had with Shana. Who turned to give Jein an icy look. "Why are you here? Can't you take a hint?" she demanded. "Do you really think a hint like that isn't just going to make me look even harder?" Jein retorted. "I thought we were friends, Shana. But I finally saw you again and you just ran out on me. Was it all an act to have an excuse to keep an eye on me?" Shana's face softened. "No, it wasn't." "Then why did you run away when you saw me? What were you doing in a strip club, anyway?" Suddenly Jein covered her mouth as what she just said sank into her own mind. Shana glowered. "I suppose I know what YOU were doing in one. Is that what you came here to ask?" "I came here to ask why my friend ran away from me," Jein replied, and added more quietly, "But I won't lie I'm curious about the second one." "None of your business!" Shana snapped, and Jein was glad the bigger girl's arms were full. "Get out of here! Haven't you got a dragon to slay or something?!" Right then, Jein would have rather been facing one. "Shana, I--" "Just go, Jein. I've got things to do, and answering nosy questions isn't one of them." "Then, I guess...bye, Shana," Jein said. She had no idea what else to say. "Bye," Shana said, not turning to face Jein to say it. Then walked past the barn and into the next field. ------ A few minutes into the trip back to Zenith, Jein noticed how hard she was clenching the steering wheel, and noticed how hard she was thinking about something she hadn't noticed she was thinking about. How mad she was. At herself, for letting that idiotic question slip out, and being stupid enough to press it. For being stupid enough not to think out what she was going to say, how she'd say it. What she'd ask. Waiting until she'd actually slept through the night and know she was in control of her faculties. This wasn't a game where you had a bunch of pre-defined options when asking about what was pre-defined going on. She should've remembered all the things conversations involved, and the state of mind Shana was likely to be in after seeing her and running out of the club. But Jein hadn't thought through all that. Any of that. She'd finally found Shana. The old friend she'd been hoping to find again since making it home to Akton. This wasn't something she could've put off following up on. Should have, sure, but couldn't have. Well, the tutorial was over and she had her first real quest: to find a way to win her old friend over again. And, if possible, find out what Shana had been doing in a strip club. When she did, there'd be no running off half-cocked and sleep-deprived, Jein promised herself. On the way back into Zenith the guard at the checkpoint was the same one she'd run into on the way out. After he checked her ID again he peered into the back of the car like he was expecting to see something there, and Jein got the feeling it was probably buried treasure or a severed ogre's head or something. Maybe a gracious damsel in a tiny dress. She needed a good distraction, something to help her cool down so she could come up with a proper plan. And while two very tempting and available naked bodies sprang to mind, Jein decided she needed one that let her feel like she was working toward something. And that was why, as soon as she returned to her aunt's mansion, Jein went straight to her room, and changed into clean panties. Then, down to the basement and she started going through a series of forms and stances Takel had shown her. Jein had been a little annoyed to be reduced to solo practice like this, as sore as she still was in some places, but for the time being aunt Namiel had forbidden any further live sparring. Her muscles tightened as she started going through the more intensive routines. Grinding was still annoying, since she'd much rather be out doing something, but at least it was leading toward being able to do something. Takel hadn't been kidding about how she was picking up the moves faster than she would've thought. It would be a while before Jein was a black belt of anything, but as she threw a practiced palm-thrust, she thought it might not be too long before she could convince him to teach her to shoot chi fireballs from her hands and do tornado punches. Then again, Takel was never far away from her aunt, and while learning how to defend herself was one thing, Jein wasn't sure if she could convince her aunt to let her learn moves that powerful. Not considering what she'd undoubtedly be using them for. Maybe it was time to look into other places to seek training, Jein thought as she landed from a flying kick, ample breasts heaving within her taut shirt. But that brought up the question of how she'd pay for such training. There had to be such thing as chi fireball training on a place like Akton, right? But it couldn't be cheap, and she had no intention of paying some shirtless, arrogant martial arts prodigy for the privilege of training with him with her body. Or worse, some ages-old old master whose libido hadn't suffered any over the years, who only took her on as a pupil because she had a nice pair, and who insisted she train without a bra or some damn thing. Her skin crawled at the thought... She loaded up the barbell set, then she laid down on the bench and with a deep breath, lifted the barbell into her hands and went into her set. One. She'd never had much of an inclination to work out while back on Earth, but after giving it a chance, there was a sense of satisfaction there she'd never known before. Two. Well, there had been one thing, but she hadn't really been thinking of it as "satisfaction" at the time. Three. About a month before they came home to Akton, Shana had just been turned down when she'd tried to ask about this artist who went to their school. For the second time Jein could ever remember, the gigantic girl was looking vulnerable. Four. Not thinking of why, she remembered going over to Shana's house to see what she could do. Shana had been upstairs crying for hours, her "parents" had said. Five. She'd tried a number of tactics to get Shana to talk. To say what an asshole that artist was. How it had always confused her that guys always seemed intimidated by women stronger than themselves. That Shana had always seemed like the big sister she'd never had (but kind of wanted. Not that she'd told Shana that). Six. Then Shana had done something unexpected. She'd pinned Jein against the wall and kissed her. Seven. Her first kiss. Eight. It had been uncertain, awkward. But there was a feeling of relief the way Shana pressed up against Jein. Nine. After that Shana had always seemed a little more glad to see her, and more eager to come over. Even if the punching didn't stop. So why had she freaked out when Jein saw her at the club? Had Shana been dragged there on a date or something, then abandoned by the boy? Ten. No, that wasn't it. It couldn't be it. Eleven. Shana had known all along, hadn't she? That Jein was really a girl. Twelve. So why would she have kissed Jein? And been in a strip club if... Thirteen. Oh god. She'd always thought Shana had been into guys. But now that she thought about it... Jein sighed loudly and seated the barbell on its rack again. Fuck, this wasn't distracting her at all. She was thinking about Shana harder than ever. She sat up and dabbed the sweat from her forehead, then froze in place. Sitting on the corner of the wall of the hallway leading down to Adren's room was a full-length mirror Jein hadn't noticed before. Reflected in it, she could see that the door to his room was open a bit, and still lit only by the light of his computer monitors. And that there was a silhouette of a person looking back at her from inside. "Hold it!" Jein yelled. The door slammed shut and there was a frantic clicking as Adren fumbled with the lock, but Jein grabbed the knob and threw it the door open. Adren toppled onto the floor again, and Jein flicked the light on. Her cousin was panting and his eyes were wide. "What's going on?" Jein demanded. "This is the second time you just barged in here," Adren said amidst his ragged breaths. "Okay, last time I shouldn't have," Jein admitted. "This time you were staring at me while I worked out. That mirror wasn't there when I moved in." "No," Adren said. "It wasn't." "You had it put there to watch me work out?" "Yes. And Cathallis when she comes down here," Adren said and looked away. Jein knitted her brow, then smiled just a little. "So are you saying I turn you on when I'm pumping iron?" "Not just then." "Not just then? Like, when?" Adren nodded and persisted in not looking at her. "Like all the time. Especially since you started wearing skirts. You can beat me up now if you want. I would." But Jein didn't attack him. She bent down, cupped his chin and turned his face to meet her eyes. His face carried a look of weary resignation for whatever was about to happen to him. "Is that why you haven't left your room since we moved in?" "Don't say it like that," he glowered. "Okay, okay," Jein apologized, giggling a little. "Is that why you've been keeping to yourself so much?" "Yes, it has," Adren replied. He shut his eyes and sighed. "Cut that out. I'm not gonna pummel you." "Then what ARE you going to do?" "Well, maybe you'd like to hang out? Have you ever touched a real girl?" Jein suggested. "Not...as such." "Yeah?" Jein replied. Thinking about men staring at her had made her skin crawl since finding out she wasn't one, but somehow, his attention was oddly flattering. He was kind of cute, and seemed harmless enough even if he had, vaguely, indirectly, admitted to pleasuring himself while thinking of her. And watching her. So she took his wrist and pushed his hand into her breast. Adren's eyes seemed to grow until they covered the top half of his face. It was exactly the reaction Jein had been expecting, and she couldn't help but smile. Her cousin was obviously doing something big for the first time, and the look of awe at what he was discovering was just so cute... His fingers started to knead at the fabric of Jein's shirt, and roll the soft flesh of her breast. Jein leaned forward to press the weight of her breast into his hand, and allow her to stretch out with her leg and push the door to his room closed with her foot. "I don't know if this is--" Adren started to say, but Jein pressed a fingertip to his lips to shush him. "Sometimes thinking is good. Sometimes it's okay not to," she whispered. "Can I--" Adren started again but a look from Jein cut him off. Instead he reached out with his other hand, and clutched at her other breast. Jein moaned heatedly as he attacked her flesh, and if it was possible Adren's eyes grew even wider. "Oh gods...I..." "Having second thoughts, cuz?" Jein smirked. "Who's thinking?" he replied. Jein laughed. "Good answer!" An uncertain smile formed on Adren's face. He started to pull and knead faster at Jein's chest, and a second later she gasped and arched her waist up as something jabbed at her stomach. "Ow!" "Sorry!" Adren gasped. "I shouldn't get excited so fast, I know, but...I've never really..." "Shhh!" "Right. I'm sorry. I'm thinking again." "No!" Jein whispered angrily. "Shhh! Somebody's coming!" Someone knocked on the door. "Adren? Are you still in there?" came the voice of aunt Namiel. "Yes, mother." "Didn't Jein talk to you about getting out more?" "I'm in here right now, aunt Namiel," Jein called. "Adren was talking to me about Legion Alpha. Getting me caught up on who's in charge of protecting the city." "Well, that's a step in the right direction. But come on out of there in a minute you two. It's almost time for supper." Footsteps receded into the distance. Adren looked up at his cousin, a strange look on his face somewhere between confusion and awe. "I didn't know you followed Legion Alpha." "Well, sort of. It's...complicated. How's Tiger Blue?" "I guess sort of is right. Tiger Blue died a couple months ago." "What?! No!" Jein moaned. Tiger Blue had been the character she played the most back in the Action Pack. As she thought about it she guessed it was not only possible but likely that some of the information that was used to make the various games was no longer accurate. Still, as she'd been training and preparing to do a little adventuring of her own, there'd been characters...people she'd been hoping to actually meet someday. "What about the Dogs of War?" she asked. "Are they okay?" Adren shrugged. "As far as anybody knows. They don't exactly make themselves available to the media the way Legion Alpha does." Jein nodded, distantly recalling the meager attempts at story in the Dogs of War game. About them being spawned from the laboratory of a megalomaniac bent on global domination, but being given free will by a malfunctioning robot assistant they rebelled and escaped before they were forced to join his legion of mutated thralls. Considering how embattled the Free Territories were supposed to be, it made a kind of sense that someone created by one of their enemies might be hesitant to step into a spotlight. Even if those three had no doubt done the country some good from time to time... "Hey, Jein?" Adren interrupted her thoughts. "Thanks." "You maybe want to pick this up again later? Like, as in you catching me up on Legion Alpha?" she offered. His smile got less uncertain. "Maybe." --------- Dinner was a quick and quiet affair. Cathallis ate like a bird and excused herself early. She claimed to have some reading to do, about something fairly serious from the way she said it. Jasami was in higher spirits since getting to do something where she felt useful, but didn't have much to talk about other than the list of things she'd come up with that needed tending to around the house. It wasn't that long. Adren listened to his mother admonish him not to confine himself to his room all the time, and he nodded and said "yes" a lot while she gave a number of suggestions of upcoming events. He kept stealing glances at Jein as she delicately sipped spoonfuls of soup. That morning hadn't been the first time her aunt had tried to give her tips on acting like a lady or being a good example to her sisters, but it had been the first time in a while she hadn't been alert enough to remember the proper response. She smiled back when Namiel's attention wasn't focused on her, and he smiled back when it was. She wasn't sure why this particular example of the male of her species didn't creep her out, even after she'd let him touch her and he was obviously looking for the chance to do so again. Maybe it was because he was too timid to make the first move, or maybe...because they were related. He certainly had precedence on his side there... "That was good, a little heavy though," Jein finally said as he let go of her soup spoon. "I think I'll go for a swim to work it off." She was sure heard a "boing" sound from across the table. Jein nipped upstairs without waiting for approval or not. Cathallis wasn't in their room, probably doing her reading in the library. She made a mental note to make more time for her sisters in the near future. For the moment, though, she dug around in the wardrobe they shared and fished out a strapless purple bikini. Jein had officially declared that it was her, and Cathallis had offered no resistance. She slipped into the bathing suit, and looked at the deep purple garment in the mirror. Purple. She'd never admitted it to anyone, not even Shana, but that had always been her favorite color. But now, everything made a lot more sense... After grabbing a fluffy towel Jein went downstairs and turned on the lights for the pool. Darkness had settled over Zenith, and with all the colorful lights glinting on the skyscrapers she could make out over the fence it looked like any other big city she'd ever been in. It was comforting in a weird way, that in spite of all the things that were turning out to be real in this new world in which she found herself, some things stayed exactly the same. She jumped into the deep end and bobbed in place a few times. Her hair spread out across the surface of the water like a white sheet, and she shut her eyes and just let the cool water lap at her skin. All of a sudden there was a splash and droplets raining against her cheek. She looked up, some part of her brain expecting an attack, but bobbing in the pool a few feet away was Adren, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry. I thought when you said you were going for a swim, it was an invitation." Jein drifted closer to him and stroked her palms over his chest and sides. His build was skinny, like she'd expected, but clad in just trunks it was easier to tell...Adren bit his lip hard but a muffled squeak got out anyway. "I'm really not going to beat you up," she tried assure him. "It's not that. I'm still getting used to...to a girl taking an interest." "You kidding? I bet the girls would be knocking your door down if we didn't have that fence up." Adren glowered. "Jein, if we're going to do this, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't make fun of me." "Okay, okay. Sorry." She craned her neck forward and planted a kiss on his cheek. He groaned and quivered between her hands as she did. "Apology accepted?" "Uh, I...I guess?" With shaking hands he closed in to return the kiss when Jein stopped and looked over his shoulder. In the bushes outside the fence, low to the ground, where two dazzling green points of light focused on the two of them. "You guys don't gotta stop on account of me," came a familiar voice from the same direction. "Jeer!" Jein called out, somewhat annoyed. "Do you hide in our bushes every night?!" "Only the ones you don't let me in the front door." Adren looked up to see what she was looking at. "Is that the friend of yours you went out with last night?" Jeer scoffed. "Me? Just FRIENDS with her? My dear fellow, you gravely underestimate me!" "I'll pay you back later, okay?!" Jein yelled. "I'm right in the middle of something!" The nimble coonkin slipped between the bars of the iron fence and scampered over to the side of the pool and leered down at the pair. "Looks like something with a guy. You told me a fib when you said you didn't like the penis!" "He's my cousin," Jein growled. "...who you're making out with in a swimming pool." Adren swam to the edge of the pool where Jeer was sitting and hauled himself out. He wasn't a fit young man, but all the same he towered over Jeer, and glared at the furry intruder. "You've got a l-lot of nerve talking to her like that," he said, obviously trying to sound as threatening as he could, just as obviously doing it for the first time in his life, judging from the slight quaver in his voice near the middle of the sentence. "Whoa, shit." Jeer took a melodramatic step back. "I didn't know you were going out with a hero, Jein!" Adren clenched his teeth and took an angry step toward Jeer. The coonkin didn't flinch. "You sneak around my house to spy on people here, you insult my cousin and now you're insulting me. You're walking a very fine line, furball!" Adren exclaimed. "Don't worry, my lady!" Jeered called over his shoulder. He raised his tiny fists like a boxer. "I'll show you how worthy I am of your attentions!" Jein didn't say anything. Instead she sank into the water up to her nose. It was the only way she could keep from laughing at what was going on. She never thought she'd live to see the day where two members of the opposite sex were fighting over her, but this wasn't the reaction anyone else seemed to have when it happened to them. Or even thought about it happening to them. This was just...silly. And it seemed the only one who didn't know was Adren. Jein managed to bite down her laughter and surge up out of the pool when it looked like Adren was about to take a swing. "Cool it you guys! Jeer was just kidding!" She hauled herself out to stand between the two of them. Both of them dropped their fists, Jeer surreptitiously winking up at her as he did. "If he's your friend he shouldn't be talking like that to you," Adren groused. "Loosen up, rich boy," Jeer said, far too casually. "Have some fun." "Boys," Jein said and balled her hands into fists. Jeer and Adren fell silent, and Jein gave a sigh and released her fists. "Thanks." "You know, Jein, you're kind of hot when you're threatening to beat the crap out of me in a tiny swimsuit," Jeer grinned. "He's got a point, actually," Adren added. A blush started to color his cheeks, and the slight smile on his face was wistful, not uncertain. "Oh, so you guys do have something in common," Jein shook her head. The coonkin chuckled. "If there's anything most people can agree on, it's a woman who's showing off that much of herself." He reached out and shamelessly stroked over her bare thigh, and over the seat of her trunks and firming ass cheeks with his other hand. "You've been working out, haven't you girl?" Instinctively she jerked away and ran right into Adren. He gasped in surprise and tried to catch his cousin, and without thinking, the part he grabbed to steady Jein was her left breast. "You've got to be kidding me," she moaned. Rather than push him off, though, she cupped her hand on top of his and pushed his fingers further into the yielding flesh of her tit. "This is a woman's body," Adren breathed more than said, and a very faraway look settled into his eyes. His fingers worked themselves against the front of Jein's top, clutching clumsily at the girth of her swollen tit. Jeer cackled and grabbed at ass with both hands now. Jein grunted and squirmed, but she started to giggle as she was attacked from the front and back. She looked back at Jeer as he cupped her ass cheeks and rolled them in his hands through the clinging purple fabric. He smiled over and winked over at her, and she realized her skin wasn't crawling at the thought of this male staring at her body and touching her in the warm places either. Had her reluctance to take a male partner been a preconceived notion of hers, born from the years she spent thinking she had a Y chromosome? Or was her original "programming" starting to seep through after she'd found some people with dicks she was willing to give a chance...? The question was quickly forgotten. Her body was already starting to go weak from the sensations of pleasure as Adren seemed to sense he was doing well and started to massage her other breast in time with the first. It wasn't one long before a single took up residence in her head. Give it a try. "Boys, how about back behind the hot tub where nobody's going to look out and see us?" Jein suggested to her partners, with her words already coming out in a pant. "Got something against an audience, sweet cheeks?" Jeer teased, but he obligingly started to saunter backwards where they'd be out of sight. Adren followed, his hands continuing to work over Jein's breasts every step of the way. Her hands were trembling as she reached out to return the favor. Adren looked down at what his cousin was doing and blushed as her hands disappeared inside his trunks. Jein fumbled for a second before her fingers touched and then wrapped around his length. It was already so hot, so stiff, so loooooong...and it was all thanks to her, wasn't it? Adren slipped one hand off her chest and cupped her chin. His hand still shook, but he pressed a kiss to her lips and held it. Jein let her tongue slip out and rub in a circle over his mouth. He leaned back and gasped in surprise, his cheeks colored by a blush she could just make out in the fading light. "You some kind of racist or something, girl?" Jeer smacked Jein on the ass. She jumped again and bumped into Adren again, her heaving breasts mashing against his thin chest. Adren's eyes rolled up into his head. "I'm here too." Jeer yanked her bottoms down and grabbed at the succulent cheeks he'd revealed. While Jein was still awkwardly leaning against Adren, Jeer darted in and licked up the outer curve of her derriere. "Take it easy!" she protested, but a giggle ruined it. "This is my first time with a guy!" "Better make sure it's one to remember, then," Adren stole another kiss from her, but a quick one. "Good call, rich boy," Jeer said and put his tiny hands on Jein's waist and started leaning her back, into the grass behind the fixtures of the patio where they'd be out of sight as they got into trouble. Quickly he scooted out from behind her before her back sank into the grass. "Maybe you'd like the honor of deflowering the lady...she'd probably be more comfortable that way, if what her sister says about her's true." "And just WHAT does my sister say about me??" "That you have the silkiest vagina she ever touched," Jeer said mischievously, which seemed to be his default state. Adren gaped. "Jein? You have sex with your sister? Which one." Jein held her face in her hands for a second. Mainly because she couldn't believe she was being asked that question. Partly because she had an answer. "...both of them." The boy's eyes went wide as he heard that and his hands flew to the front of his trunks. "Oh my...gods. Not just me? That's just...oh...I...Jein, you're...I don't even know what to say..." Jeer shrugged off his clothes and sat down on her belly then with no reservations rolled her top up and exposed her pillowy tits. His long pink length nestled neatly between the mounds. "I can think of a couple things, like `that's fucking hot. You and me need to have a three-way soon.' Right now, I'll settle for you paying me back one or two of those titty-fucks on your bill." "I'm after you up there," Adren whispered. Jein stuck up her hand to get her cousin's attention. "Just worry about doing it normal your first time, okay? And Jeer, maybe you got a condom for the kid?" "I brought my own," Adren said, almost irritated. Jeer whistled. "Let's give it up for Mister Confidence!" "Put it on and let's get going, huh?" Jein winked. The boy retreated backward to prepare himself, but Jeer appeared to be in no mood to wait for him. The coonkin grabbed at Jein's breasts and pushed them together to mash around his cock, then back apart. Then together again to deform around his cock, then back apart. Jein understood something of Adren's shaking hands from before as she reached up to cup the sides of her breasts and help Jeer work them over his burning cock. Just the feeling of her breasts being mooshed by an amorous touch was enough to make her entire body tingle and drain the strength from her limbs. But to feel a hot, hardened penis do the mooshing...it was something entirely new for her. She'd been a patron of the porn industry for about two years before fate brought her home, but sitting on someone's stomach and painting their face with cum was certainly something she'd never imagined she'd be on the receiving end of. Part of her was reluctant about being sprayed, but another part...was curious. And the second part was getting bigger each time her breasts jammed down around Jeer's organ. "Ooohhhrrr...," Jein wisely observed. "Heh heh HEH! You sound like a queen to me already," Jeer cackled. Adren tweaked the coonkin's ear and shot him an angry look until Jein nudged her cousin off-balance with her foot. "Play nice, boys," she grunted. The boys gave each other pointed looks, but then broke away. Adren splayed Jein's thighs and took a deep breath, then she felt his length jab at her folds. "Rrrngh!" Jein groaned and squirmed. She wasn't totally open yet, but that was quickly changing... Another thrust, rough, desperate, and Adren was inside. Jein screeched until she bit down on her lip as hard as she could. Oh, god, it hurt! She could imagine that trickle of blood oozing down her thigh. Jein sucked in a deep breath and forced it out of her mind. She'd endured worse pain than her first impalement. And what kind of inheritor to her mother's leagcy was she training herself to become if she couldn't keep quiet from the pain of losing her virginity? Then she was aware of Jeer squeezing her nipples with his little raccoon hands, and Adren looking down at her too, concern written on their faces. "You okay, Jein?" Adren whispered. "She's fine. Right?" Jeer asked. "Yeah, I am," Jein gasped, her throat suddenly hoarse despite her assurances to herself. She cupped her own breasts again and smooshed them together over Jeer's cock. "Come on, Adren. Fuck me. Take it slow if you want, but fuck me." "O-ok-ay, Jein..." He took a deep breath, and jammed his hips forward. Jein yelped and shook. Jeer bounced on her stomach and looked back over his shoulder even as he kept digging his hardened shaft into Jein's tit. "S-sorry!" Adren blushed and pushed his cock home again, slower. Jein moaned out loudly and bit her lip again. Her first penetration still hurt, but it wasn't nearly the repulsive experience she'd imagined. But as Adren pumped his hips up into her valley again, she was quick to stuff that image into the back corners of her mind. She felt...filled was the only word that really came to mind. Her breasts closed together again, Jeer moaned, and then squired several white, sticky wads onto her face. Jein gasped and shut her eyes until she felt the wet impacts stop. She looked up at Jeer, was about to ask if that little spurt was all he had, but her voice deserted her. Adren pushed his steaming cock inside her again, deeper than before. He groaned, retreated his hips and made one more thrust into his cousin's valley. She felt him explode against the tip of his condom, and a warm trickle going down her thigh. She didn't feel it long, though. Jeer grabbed as big a handful of her breasts as he could and groaned out. Then he frantically pulled them to cover his cock. Pulled them back, slapped together again, heedless of Jein's attempts to help get him off. He actually barked for a second, and then his pink cock erupted. She quickly squeezed her eyes shut as she felt him painting her face with streams of his arousal. It seemed like an eternity had passed before the spurting finally stopped and Jein felt Jeer collapse onto her breasts. Maybe it was her imagination, but he seemed to have spread himself out as wide as he could during his fall. Adren pulled back and leaned back on his hands. "I...um...that...was that okay, Jein?" he moaned. She found it in herself to laugh a little. "It was okay, yeah. But I'm still lying here waiting for you two to get me off." "Oh yeah?" Jeer smirked. "Move over, rich boy. Let me show you how a pro does it." He scuttled over to his discarded pants and fished a condom out of the pocket. While Jeer was busy Adren dragged himself to Jein's side and slumped into the grass next to her. "But was I really okay?" he panted. "I think so, but that was my first time with the opposite sex, too," she smiled back over at him. "So maybe we both need to keep practicing." "Or maybe you could just take a lesson from the master," Jeer said. "You ready for more, lady?" "I think so, Jeer," Jein smiled and splayed herself for the next round. If she could figure out how to survive a man's touch, she thought, surely she could figure out how to talk to Shana...