Action Pack 14: Like Father, Like Daughter 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 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. ------- Synopsis: Jein's life gets even more bizarre as the stranger identifies herself, and reveals the disturbing true nature of the strange cult Jein's been fighting. Jein's ribs ached again from the scuffle with the trolls. She'd kind of been hoping more crazy shit could wait until after coffee. Crazy shit. What did that even mean anymore? The snake thing seized a parked car with its upper tendrils and then tried to smash them down where Jein and the others stood. Jein grabbed the girl with the purple hair close to her and jumped as far as she could, and the car crashed down a foot from them, bits of glass and debris slashing her back and legs. "What IS that thing?" Jein demanded. The girl looked up at her with frightened eyes. It was a long second before she answered. "It's a crawler, it woke up from the power of my appearance...help me, daddy!" "I'd need a hell of a weapon to take on something that big," Jein whispered. The girl pressed something into her hands. "What the hell?" It was a black circle of metal about a foot across. At least, it looked like metal, but it felt more like lightweight plastic. "It's a force ring," the girl hastily explained. "It works like a shield and like a boomerang--" The crawler gave out a squeal like metal on metal and Jein jumped to her feet. "I'll figure it out! Go!" The girl scrambled away even as the crawler grabbed at Jein with two of those long metal tendrils. She raised the ring toward the first and the claw slammed into it, and, astoundingly, was stopped. It pressed against a rippling field of blue light in the middle of the ring, and Jein dodged away from the first tendril and raised her new weapon again to block another punch. She heard a scream as the claw pressed against her shield, and saw the crawler reaching out for the girl with its bottom right tendril. As it did, Jein could just make out the smallest gap in the sections of armor plating of the tendril...and tossed the ring at it as hard as she could. The ring hummed, surrounding itself with power as it flew through the air and lopped off the crawler's arm. It dented the asphalt where it landed and thrashed back and forth horribly for a few seconds before going still. That got its attention. The monster aimed its three remaining claws at Jein and a laser beam flew from each one. The force ring whistled back into her hand just in time for her to deflect one, but the crawler shifted its aim and another beam clipped her shoulder and tore through her shirt while the last burned into her shin. Again the crawler fired, clipping her other shoulder painfully and singing away the cloth on her side with another blast while she blocked a third aimed at her face. She was unmindful of a cool breeze blowing across her suddenly exposed cleavage; she was getting nowhere like this. If she stood around trying to block shots for much longer the thing was just going to overwhelm her. Jein had to get this monster on the defensive and fast. She threw herself toward the crawler as its claws started to shimmer with another barrage. The crawler tried to swing them down to hit Jein as she ran toward it, but she crouched and jumped, then gouged the edge of the force ring into the crawler's throat. As she'd hoped, a ribbon of blood started to seep from its scales. At the same time the crawler let out its metal on metal cry again then suddenly lurched forward and started to fall to the ground, trying to crush Jein underneath it. As soon as her feet hit the ground Jein threw herself to the crawler's right and got out of its shadow just before it crashed down next to her. She threw the force ring and sliced off the other tendril on that side The crawler rose again and aimed the tendrils it still had at Jein, but she ran to her left to keep out of their reach. Beams shot past but didn't come anywhere close as Jein jumped, somersaulted over the crawler's tail and threw the force ring at the back of its head with all her strength. The edges of the force ring seared with blue light suddenly as it lodged itself in the back of the crawler's skull. The gigantic serpent let out its metal scream again, sharper than ever before but quickly fading to a gargle before the monster crashed to the street again. Jein waited at a safe distance to see if it was playing possum, and even threw a sharp piece of debris at its still open eye to be sure. Satisfied it wasn't getting up, Jein sighed and sank against the wall of the nearest building, amazed at how exhausted she suddenly felt. The night hadn't been THAT intense. Suddenly the girl was beside her. "Uh, dad? I don't really remember what the laws are now, but your bra's kinda hanging out all over the place." Jein waved it off. "I've got a badge to show if anybody complains." The girl scratched the back of her head, and even though they were in the shadow of a building Jein could swear she was blushing. "Yeah." She hoisted herself onto the crawler's back and climbed to its head where the force ring was lodged. As she did, Jein couldn't resist staring. She had an athletic build, and not athletic as in slender. Her arms and legs were thick with muscles, and her back rippled through her outfit as she scaled the crawler's neck. That purple hair of hers was cut short, but done up into rows of little spikes atop her head. Her chest was less developed than Jein's own, but her face was slightly broader, stronger. Athleticism aside, she had a bit of a punkish look to her. There were three barbell piercings in each eyebrow, a half-ring through her right nostril along with a dull chrome stud beneath her lower lip. Jein wondered if the girl took after her mother, whoever that was. "Hey," Jein called out. "I know there's probably a lot of stuff you can't tell me, but what's your name?" The girl paused in her climb and looked down at Jein. "Samanasia." "That's a pretty name," Jein said, minimally aware of the sound of approaching sirens. "Thanks," Samanasia replied. She yanked the force ring out of the crawler's head then climbed back down its massive corpse. Five floating cars, lights glaring, skidded to a stop on the demolished street and disgorged a group of people in blue uniforms who scrambled out. Mist emerged from the mass of officers and knelt by Jein's side. "Are you all right?" "I'm fine," she answered, but then Samanasia was on her other side and helping her up. "We have to talk, daddy. Now." With a tired sigh, Jein nodded. If she waited for the cops to get there she could be tied for hours explaining what happened. Even why she had no shirt on. Mist nodded, saying nothing. Jein turned back to Samanasia, who'd raised her hand up and then pulled it down, opening a door in midair. Warily Jein motioned for Samanasia to go first, which she did, then followed. On the other side was a medium-sized gray room, completely devoid of furniture or ornamentation. There were panels in the walls and even in the floor that looked like they were the doors to compartments or some such. The only thing to break up the monotony was a green half-sphere in the ceiling about the size of a basketball and with sparks dancing inside to provide light. "Look," Jein began, "I'm going to need more proof than you knowing my name before I believe--" Before she could finish, Samanasia pressed a fingertip to the purple kiss mark still unblemished on the side of her neck. "That's still there when you send me back," Samanasia explained. "Granddad gives you a few more later. In more intimate places..." "Oh yeah?" Jein asked. "Do I need to worry about anything happening to him?" Samanasia smiled. "Not him, her. And I can't say." "Right, but you did have something super-important from the future to warn me about," Jein said. "Well, let's start simple. Can I call you Sammy?" "You do," she said with a nod. "Okay. And I guess you can't tell me who your mom is, or how it works that I'm your father." Sammy shook her head. "Sorry, daddy. You said not to," she replied sadly, glancing at Jein's cleavage out of the corner of her eye. Jein nodded. "So...what are you here for, Sammy?" But Sammy didn't answer the question. Jein didn't prod her, a little unsure of what to do. When Sammy finally broke the silence, her voice quavered. "Daddy..." "What's wrong, Sammy?" "Everything!" she shouted, then sucked in a long, loud breath and covered her face for a minute. "I'm sorry, daddy. I have to be strong. That's what you said." Jein nodded. "I hope I'm the kind of parent who says things like that to their kids. But...maybe we should go over what brought you here, Sammy? Like, how far in the future are you from?" "Yeah, right, we should," Sammy sighed. She waved her hand and two compartments in the floor opened and two chairs popped out. She motioned for Jein to take one, which she did, and she sat down in the other. "I'm not supposed to say when exactly, daddy, but by then, things are REALLY bad. You know that weird cult you were fighting last night? Well, they're a lot more than just a cult, they're an entire species. By my time, we've just found out that they're able to combine their life energies into more powerful gestalts under special circumstances. "Those special circumstances can be synthesized, it turns out. They'd been doing that in secret for a long time, and a little before you sent me back to warn you, they started attacking all the major civilizations on Akton. Their leaders were powerful enough to do most of the work against our armies themselves. "We were able to find out that it was around now they were beginning to combine. A couple years ago, relative to my time, scientists found how to let people travel through time by `disassociating' them from the progression of events, so you sent me back to warn you and stop the Many before they could get so strong..." Jein nodded as she processed it all. "The Many, huh? Did I come up with that?" Sammy smiled almost imperceptibly but shook her head. "We don't know who did. We use it because it's not just limited to the elves, trolls, orcs, humans and whatnot you probably already know about on Akton. Other planets are having the same problems we are by the time you had me come back to warn you." Curiously, Jein regarded this girl claiming to be her child. "That's weird, I didn't think Akton was talking to any other planets. Guess that changes sometime between now and then?" Sammy sighed and nodded. "Mostly over their own problems with the Many, unfortunately." "Well if you're here to make the future better, let's get started," Jein said. "Is the warning all we need?" "No," Sammy replied, and with a snap of her fingers another compartment opened. She reached in and produced an armload of notebooks and a case holding the rectangular portable memory units computers on Akton used, and had a carrying case in the other. "These have information on how to detect where the Many have their `unification centers'. You told me to give it to your superiors now, so there'd be a chance of stopping them from getting so powerful in our time..." "Did I tell you what to tell me about where I got this?" Jein asked incredulously, but took the load from Sammy, wondering if she was really ready for this level of hero-ing. Sammy shook her head. "No, daddy, but you did tell me something to tell you. Something really important. It's to remember how you felt about all this back at the beginning." Jein shrugged. "I'd better make sure Liberator hears about this stuff, and I'll keep that in mind. Can you send me back to my house, Sammy, or does it have to be where we were?" Without Samanasia having to move at all, another portal appeared beside Jein, and through it she could see the Devyre estate. "Hey, Sammy?" Jein asked as she was about to go through. "Maybe you can't answer this, but...your mother and I, are we still together when we send you back?" Slowly, she nodded. "Yeah, daddy. You are." "Thanks for that, Sammy," Jein stepped, and stepped through the portal. --------- As soon as Jein reappeared she heard a gasp before a voice thundered, "YOUNG LADY!!" Aunt Namiel set down her book and bustled over to where Jein stood. "What in Materyss's name do you think you're doing parading around like that?!" she shouted, and Jein couldn't help but wince. Aunt Namiel hadn't even noticed that she'd appeared out of thin air, and had glommed onto how she was topless but for a dirt-smudged bra, it seemed. "You will not walk around my house like that!! Get dressed this instant!" Jein scurried away with her daughter's delivery pressed against her chest and her tail between her legs. Had the night been that long, that she hadn't thought to have Clarice grow her a new shirt before being sent back? She ran right past the study where Cathallis looked up from her book in alarm, spotted her topless twin and ran after Jein. A minute later Jein was in her bedroom, but waited until Cathallis had entered behind her to shut and lock the door before flopping onto her bed with a tired sigh. Cathallis took a seat next to her and stroked Jein's face with those long, delicate fingers of hers. "Is everything all right?" she asked gently. "It's been a hell of a night, Cath," Jein said. "I sort of imagined, with you running around the house with just your bra on," Cathallis smiled softly with amusement and Jein couldn't help but relax a little despite the night's events when she saw it. Cathallis moved one hand down Jein's belly and stroked at her abs. "Mmmm, you're getting so hard down here. How many sit-ups do you do a day?" Jein grunted tiredly. Originally, she had hated "grinding" to get strong and learning how to actually defend herself. After a while she'd found satisfaction in the work and pushing her limits. But Jein didn't know if she particularly cared for having such a hard body when it came to lovemaking, something she had no intention of cutting back on. "So, Jein?" Cathallis asked, a slightly expectant tone creeping into her voice. "Were you hoping for something in particular when you got home?" "Huh?" "I mean...," Cathallis said, gesturing at the lacy red bra Jein on, and was only noticing the color and patterning for the first time. Cathallis lifted the waistband of Jein's shorts enough to confirm her panties were the same. "Clarice always does stuff like that," Jein replied. "She's always hoping it'll improve my odds of getting laid. Just in case I run into someone who likes me. To make them think I was planning this if they see what kind of underwear I have on." Cathallis laughed and cupped her twin's cheek. "Well, you never need to worry about that here." She unbuttoned Jein's shorts and started pulling them off. Jein looked over at the pile of things she'd taken from Samanasia on the table, then groaned and dialed Agent L's number. He answered on the first ring. "This had better be important." "Queen of Blades reporting in, sir," Jein shivered as Cathallis licked her bare shoulder and tried not to let it show in her voice. "Have you by any chance heard about a giant cyborg snake showing up downtown?" "Do you happen to know anything about that, Miss Devyre?" "Yes sir, and it's a strange story, one I'm still figuring out myself." A moment passed. "I'll see you in here at 1:30 sharp." "Yes sir." Then she hung up. Cathallis wrapped her arms tighter around her sister's middle. "So...maybe you've got some time?" All of a sudden Jein rolled over and pinned her twin to the bed by her wrists, getting a surprised yip out of Cathallis. "Cath," Jein answered. "I'm going to take your dress off now." "Okay," Cathallis said, a distant, dreamy look in her bright yellow eyes. The dress's fastenings popped open easily, and Jein shivered as she pushed it down and exposed her sister's bare shoulders. Cathallis looked exactly like a princess should, Jein thought. She was beautiful, shapely, soft-skinned, and had the longest and most luxurious hair Jein had ever seen. Someone she'd gladly fight a dragon and scale a tower to rescue. And Cathallis was completely still as Jein pushed the dress to her waist, then raised her legs up just enough to get it the rest of the way off. The undergarments Cathallis had on that day weren't terribly different from the ones Jein found herself in. Dark purple with lace, with matching stockings and garter. Bra cut low in front to show off as much cleavage as she could. That was nice. Jein didn't like the garter belt, as it got in the way of what Jein considered a perfect navel. But, easy enough to fix that, and she did... In seconds Cathallis lay back on the bed in nothing but a soft blush on her pale cheeks as she looked up at her older sister. For what seemed like forever Jein could do nothing but stare. "I don't care how messed up this is supposed to be," she whispered, and Cathallis smiled softly. Slowly Jein parted her sister's thighs and leaned in to even more slowly pass her tongue over Cathallis's vulva. Already there was a touch of the heady scent of arousal in the air, but Cathallis held perfectly still as Jein passed that tongue over the pink folds again. Jein's strong hands stroked over the front of Cathallis's waist before sliding down and around to take Cathallis's buttocks in her hands. The soft flesh slipped between Jein's fingers as she squeezed and kneaded Cathallis's backside. God, it hadn't even been two days since the last time she and Cathallis had done this, but after a few more minutes of molesting Cathallis's skin it was like she hadn't up all night fighting monsters and still hadn't had breakfast. All she could think of was her need for her sister. One finger tapped against Cathallis's pucker, and she finally squirmed and moaned. Jein was about to wriggle her finger up inside her sister but Cathallis squeezed her knees around Jein's head suddenly. "Jein, come up here please. I need to kiss you, right now," Cathallis whispered. Jein climbed up until she was face to face with her sister and eagerly indulged Cathallis's request. Their tongue tips danced together for a few seconds before they slipped their arms around each other's shoulders and lay breast to breast. They gasped and giggled happily. A few minutes later Jein felt that warm trickle of milk flowing down her breasts that sometimes accompanied her arousal. "Oh, look what I've done," Cathallis said with a coy little smirk on her face. "I've gone and excited you." Then suddenly she jammed two fingers up inside Jein's folds. Jein gasped and stiffened, then pumped her own fingers inside Cathallis's snatch. Jein closed her eyes tight as her arousal climbed to a peak. "I love you, Cath," she whispered. "And I love you," the dark-haired twin smiled, then cried out as she couldn't take the stimulation anymore. Jein echoed her cry a second later, and the sisters collapsed to lay side by side in each other's arms. But as she drifted into a doze, Jein's final waking thoughts were of stalking angrily away from Shana. ------- The door slammed shut, and Shana rubbed at her eyes with her palms. They'd let her get a few hours' sleep since the last round of questioning, but when were they going to be satisfied and let her go home already? Hadn't her night been crappy enough without being dragged into an interrogation room and grilled for two hours straight? She'd been ambushed by terrorists, or cultists, or alien invaders, or some damn thing, and stuck in a tube. Then she'd been saved, and of everyone in the Free Territories it could've been, it had to be Jein Devyre. Who had apparently started going to female strip shows and fighting crime in black pleather. With a naked felkin for her sidekick, for god's sake. And now Shana was sitting in a room waiting for somebody from some other branch of the government to come in and ask her "a few more question" about what she'd seen and what had happened to her. These people who'd showed up in her family's fields were some serious threat to royal security, apparently, and everyone wanted to know every little thing she might have seen no matter how minor. She'd seen a lot of monsters and her former best friend in a mask and clingy catsuit. That was about it. But there they were again, those three words that had been popping into her head over and over since last night. Former best friend. When had she started thinking that? When had it become a non-option to make the trip to town and look Jein up? Shana was the one who knew her friend's real name, after all. She was the one who had a prayer of tracking the other down (Even though Jein eventually managed it. Somehow). Shana sighed and poured herself a glass of water from the pitcher they'd left just have something to do while she waited for her next interrogator to arrive. She already knew when she could no longer face Jein. When the façade she'd been looking at for years had melted away and revealed the woman Jein Devyre had always been underneath. The woman Shana had always known she was. But Shana hadn't seen it in years. She'd let herself forget, and she'd become a woman with needs herself... She thought about all the questions she'd been asked about what she'd seen in the terrorists' base, trying to see if there really was something she might have forgotten. The harder Shana thought, though, the more the only thing she could see was the look on Jein's face as she vented her frustration at Shana avoiding her and questioning what she'd been up to, and saying she was better off without Shana. Damn it, she needed to get home and have some real sleep. Not on a stiff cot in a military base meant for someone a foot and a half shorter. The door opened and Shana braced for another round of probing questions, but the thin main who entered only told her, "You're free to go, young lady." "I thought somebody else was coming in to ask me things." "We can go over the recordings if we're unsure of anything," he said. "And the gigantic woman who was brought in with you is getting very loud in her desire to collect her daughter and leave." Shana gave a sigh of relief. If nothing else, she could look forward to a good sleep. ---- After one precious hour's worth of recovery from her session with Cathallis and a quick shower, Jein made her way to the nearest entry point to the weird network of elevators and tunnels used by the royal agency to which she now belonged. Tucked under one arm was the case of blueprints and memory units Samanasia had given her. She'd glanced at some of them but hadn't been able to make much sense of the machinery they detailed. If she were back playing Action Pack, this would be the quest item she gave to somebody to start the next step in the plot line. Although if these weren't everything Sammy had promised, Jein could probably look forward to being kicked out of Legion Beta and arrested for stealing the queen's omni-outfit that she still wore. On her way to Agent L's office she took the long way through the base, past the long row of training rooms she was learning the beginnings of being a super-agent. Her and Mist's names were still near the bottom, and someone called Wisp had been number one since Jein joined the agency, but if she lasted the day she figured she could topple Wisp in a few more years. Jein had to stop a couple before she ran into someone who could tell her where Agent L actually kept his office. The clerk who told her had an apologetic look on his face as he gave her directions, clearly not envying her a face-to-face visit with her superior. After another elevator ride and going down a few halls she found herself in front of a plain metal door with the letter L painted on it. She knocked, and it opened by itself. Inside was a moderately large office with a desk with three computer monitors on it, but presently it was darkened and Agent L was standing facing the back wall where eighteen other monitors hung. Most were blank but a few showed faces of various people, and not all of them human. Jein saw two men, a woman, a red-furred dog-person (cankin, as they were more properly known), and something that looked like a yellow eyeball in a tank of fluid. L glanced over his shoulder and said something Jein couldn't make out before the rest of the monitors went dark. "You're early, Miss Devyre" he said. "I was taught that was the polite thing to do." "Come in and have a seat, then you can tell me all about what happened this morning," L said, gesturing at a chair in front of his desk. As he seated himself behind it the lights switched on automatically. Jein took a deep breath and steeled herself for a story that sounded kind of ridiculous even for a world with vampires, dragons and superheroes. "Well sir, I was out getting breakfast after last night's mission when the creature appeared, attacking a girl who claims...she claims to be my daughter from the future, and the creature, a crawler, was awoken by her arrival." Agent L just nodded. "And why was it that she needed to reach you so badly?" "The, erm, organization we were scouting last night, and the one that captured you before, sir? According to her, they're not just an organization, they're an entire species, called the Many. By her time they've become extremely powerful and aren't menacing just the Free Territories but societies on other planets. She came to try to warn us in time to stop them from destroying the queendom." Agent L betrayed no reaction to this story. "And why didn't you stay around to report this to the authorities?" "Sammy, that is to say, the girl saying she's my daughter, took me away to explain herself without interruption, sir. I reported this directly to you to avoid delays on taking whatever steps we can to prevent this disaster. She gave me a supply of information to help us." "Let me see that case, Miss Devyre," L said. Jein handed it over, and he spent several minutes looking over the documents and plans inside. After a few minutes in silence he looked up at her. "You know, Mist reported you being at the site of the attack, and leaving in the company of a girl claiming you were her father. And who was impossibly close to you in age." "So you're a little more inclined to believe a wild story like that?" "I would be if you could produce this girl so that we could verify her relation to you." Damn it, Sammy hadn't given her some way to get in touch if she needed to. "I'll see about--" Jein started to say, then there was a flare of white light. It only lasted a second, and when it cleared Samanasia was standing by her side. "You were looking for me, I believe, Agent L." He nodded shortly. "You're Miss Devyre's daughter, then. From the future. What do I call you?" "My name's Samanasia, but most people call me Sammy." "Well, Sammy, I'd appreciate it if you'd submit to a biological panel so that we can confirm your identity and have some basis for pursuing your claims," Agent L informed her. Jein stood up. "I'd like to be present, sir," she said. Samanasia touched her on the shoulder. "It's okay, daddy," she said. "They won't hurt me and you've hardly slept. I'll be all right." "I...all right, Sammy," Jein sighed. "Let me know as soon as it's over." Samanasia nodded. "I will, daddy. Go get some rest." Jein left. ------ But she didn't go home. Even as her eyelids start getting heavier and heavier she found an exit that let out near the Temple of Amoril. If anyone could answer a burning question she had, that's where she'd find them. There were no prudish old women waiting outside the building this time, and Jein had no energy to deal with them anyway. She walked inside and a pretty young nun in a purple robe approached her. "Hello, how may we help you today?" "Hi. I'm Jein Devyre, I really need to talk to Sister Brynn." "You look as if you need a good night's rest more," the nun said, but she added, "I'll see if she's busy. Please feel free to have a seat while you wait." Jein leaned against the wall with one hand instead, afraid of falling asleep before she could get some answers. A few minutes later an older nun came in. Jein recognized her face, and the very top of the elaborate body tattoo peeking out the neck of her robes. "Well, Jein Devyre. I'm sure you've been busy since your last visit," she smiled. "You have no idea. Can we talk somewhere private?" "Of course, of course," Brynn said as she ushered Jein into her small private chambers. A sweet smell invaded Jein's nose as soon as she was inside. "Care for some peppermint tea? I just started a pot." "Please," Jein replied and flopped into a chair. A minute later Kaneska Brynn put a pleasantly steaming mug of the sweet-smelling tea in front of her. Brynn asked, "What's so urgent, my child?" "Well, maybe you heard about a giant snake-thing showing up in town this morning?" "I heard something to that effect, yes." "Well, that was a monster trying to kill this girl. Said she came back in time to prevent the queendom from being wiped out," Jein explained. Brynn nodded for her to go on. Jein did. "And she says I'm her father." "And?" Brynn prompted her. "And, have you ever heard of anything like that? Daughters of Amoril fathering children?" Brynn touched her fingertips against her forehead and chuckled. "What?" Jein asked. "A girl came to warn you about the future, and that's the part that worries you?" Brynn asked. "People are working on stopping the war part right now," Jein said. "I want to know how I'm supposed to be anybody's dad with..." She waved a hand in the vicinity of her vagina. "...this." Brynn stifled another laugh and answered. "All right, Jein, all right. Yes, as a matter of fact accounts have come trickling in over the years of Amoril's daughters fathering children with other women. By maintaining intense concentration during the lovemaking, at the moment of climax a daughter of Amoril is supposed to be able to transfer a portion of her vital energy to the womb of her partner and result in conception." Jein took a swig of tea and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh. That's...good to know." "I'm curious to hear what you thought it might mean, my child," Brynn said, curious but not pressing. Jein couldn't keep her eyes open any longer, but answered. "I grew up thinking I was a boy, sister. I was thinking it might be something to do with that, and...I was hoping it wasn't." "Ah, you prefer your true sex," Brynn said. "I really, really do, yes." Brynn smiled and rang a bell by the door. "Well, sounds like you can rest easy now. I'll have one of the sisters show you where you can sleep for a while." One of the nuns helped Jein lurch down the hall into a long, narrow room with a row of simple beds. She curled up in one out of the light, and was asleep almost the second her head hit the pillow. ----- Later Jein felt herself stirring in her sleep, and was immediately aware she wasn't laying in the small bed in the novices' quarters in her father's temple. The air was thick with some kind of clingy, soothing scent her sleep-deprived brain was failing to identify and two soft but agile hands were cupped around her breasts. "Mmmph...dad?" Jein mumbled, wondering if she'd been brought to her father's celestial palace again. A giggle was her first answer. "The only one of those here is you." "...Sammy?" "Yes, daddy," the visitor from the future said, and gave her father's breasts a playful squeeze. Jein moaned, then asked, "Mmm...'m I naked?" "Yes, daddy, you are," Samanasia answered with a soft smile. "Naked as the day you were born." She hugged closer against Jein's back, and Jein could pert nipples pushing against her back. "...'n yer naked too?" "Yes daddy," Samanasia pured into her father's ear. "And you know what? The whole time I was standing there naked while they ran all those scanners over me and recording me from all those angles? I just pretended I was back home and it was a normal weekend night." "...so I don't just have sex with my sisters, I have sex with my kids too," Jein mused. "Not really surprising." Samanasia kissed her shoulder. "Yes, daddy. All of us." Sounded like she'd started a hell of a family tradition. ------- And looks like Action Pack is back! Sorry for the long lapse between last one and this one, just felt the need to spend some time away from the project. Now I'm feeling better and not in such a rush to get to a certain point as I was before, which is a good thing, believe me. Hope the secret of Jein's fatherhood wasn't too much of a letdown, for those who might have been expecting something else. Also, this is me acknowledging that Jasami is my most popular character and needs more screen time. Now that I've got this going again, she'll get it. Promise. Thanks for reading!