Action Pack 15: Family Outing, Part 1

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  Jein supposed if she was going to be following in her mother's
footsteps, she'd have to expect long nights and periods without
rest like she'd been subjected to recently.
  But if it meant waking up to something like this when she did
finally get to recharge her batteries, it wouldn't be so hard
after all.
  She was standing in a little room off to one side of
Samanasia's main living space as warm water showered down on the
two of them and she rubbed lather across her daughter's bare ass.
Samanasia stood still, but quivered and panted a little for
breath at her father's touch. "You okay, sweetie?" Jein asked.
  "Just feels good to know you're there, daddy."
  "I don't actually know anything about being a parent yet, just
to give you fair warning."
  Samanasia chuckled. "You're doing okay so far."
  Considering where they were, it was impossible not to notice
Samanasia's naked skin was decorated with a slew of varying
tattoos. Inked across Samanasia's shoulders were some ancient
characters Jein recognized as meaning "might and wisdom as one."
It was the motto of Kosmalt, the ruler of Akton's first empire.
On her left buttock was a crown with an overlaid banner reading
"Daddy's Little Princess." Jein picked up the soap and rubbed it
against that one harder to call attention to it.
  Samanasia looked over one shoulder, cheeks a bright apple red.
"You said that one was still okay," she half-explained.
  Jein laughed softly. "Does that ever start to sound natural?
Talking about things I haven't done yet like I have. And...sorry
if I made you get rid of some of your ink? Did I?"
  "The things that don't exist back here," Samanasia confirmed.
  "Well, sorry," Jein said. "Bet they were pretty awesome." She
slid her index finger down her daughter's spine to between
Sammy's ass cheeks and over the soft pucker between them. Sammy
tensed and then splayed her legs, moaned and started to lean back
against Jein. She slipped arms under Sammy's and took the girl's
breasts in her hands.
  Jein had been right before, they didn't quite compare to her
own or Cathallis's, but they were still a nice handful apiece.
Sammy gave a long, steamy exhale while her father lightly rolled
her breasts. "That feels...like..."
  "Like we should have a third person down there eating you out?"
  "Wow. You really are my dad."
  Jein smiled and kissed her quickly. "It's what your aunt
would've said."
  "I know."
  "Oh yeah?" Jein asked. "Which one?"
  Sammy smirked. "Aunt Jasami. She's the slutty one."
  "I prefer to think of her as enthusiastic," Jein replied. Then
she squeezed Samanasia's breasts hard. "And don't go calling your
aunts sluts. Even the ones who kind of are."
  Eventually they actually finished showering and Clarice turned
into a fresh outfit for Jein to wear home. She checked herself to
make sure she wasn't looking too scandalous before going home
this time. Samanasia just stood in the doorway to her shower
compartment wearing nothing but her tattoos and the sheen of the
water still clinging to her skin.
  Jein took one last hard look at her. "Well, time to go save the
world."
  "Daddy," Samanasia asked. "Is it okay if we do this again?"
  "I hope we do it a lot," Jein smiled. "But I got some other
people I need to check on right now." A panel flipped aside and
was filled with a white glow. Before she walked through it, Jein
turned to her daughter and blew a kiss. Samanasia bit her lip as
she watched her father go.

---

  It was dark when Jein stepped out of thin air into the street
behind the Devyre estate. The lights were on in her aunt's
bedroom and her own, but not Jasami's. Maybe her announcement
would have to wait until next morning, she thought as she let
herself in the back and went upstairs.
  Sitting at the little desk in their room was Cathallis, with a
stack of old books next to her and one open in front of her. On
Jein's bed, the one she never used, was Jasami reading a glossy
glamor magazine. They looked up as their older sister entered.
"You're back," Cathallis said. "Maybe you can convince the little
one to sleep in her own room." Jasami scowled, sprang across the
room and started to pull Cathallis's ears in opposite directions.
  "Cut it out, you two," Jein said sternly and pried Jasami's
fingers off. "I've got an announcement to make."
  "You're going to quit neglecting us?" Jasami asked.
  "As a matter of fact, yes," Jein said, holding a pamphlet. "I'm
planning on some questing when the government doesn't need me,
and I've heard about this place called the Adventurers' Society.
It sounds like a great place to network with people it's handy to
have on a quest. But best of all, that way I get to keep any
treasures I find. Something about `encouraging a courageous and
enterprising spirit in the people of the Free Territories.' "
  "But mostly getting treasure, right?" Jasami asked.
  Jein nodded. "Getting treasure would be nice. Because I'm
starting to get the feeling my life is getting too weird for me
to live with Aunt Namiel anymore, and I'm not gonna go destroying
her peace and quiet with all the stuff I'm already getting
involved in."
  Cathallis knitted her brow. "You're going to tell us what that
has to do with getting treasure, I assume."
  "Well, here's the thing," Jein answered. "I could probably get
my own place with what I'm making in Legion Beta, but there's no
way I could feed three people. And it wouldn't make any sense
asking Aunt Namiel for money still if we moved to our own place."
  Jasami's face lit up. "Right! If you move, you have to take me
with!"
  "Both of you," Jein corrected her.
  "I guess, if you have to."
  "And not just that," Jein went on. "I figure if I'm going on
adventures, I've got no right leaving the two of you at home all
the time wondering where I am and what I'm doing. The
non-government adventures, I mean. I kinda can't bring you on
those ones."
  Jasami kept beaming. "AWESOME!!"
  Cathallis rose and took Jein aside. "Are you sure that's a good
idea? I mean, you're the one who's been studying to be a warrior
and all that while we've been sitting at home."
  "Ascending the throne didn't work," Jein replied. "I'm trying
to make the best of things, and it isn't fair to make you sit
around and wait for me all the time. Besides, remember how much
you were enjoying that museum before the mutants attacked?
Wouldn't you like to be the one who finds the stuff they put in
the museums?"
  A semi-startled look formed on Cathallis's face. She'd probably
never considered the possibility. "Um, maybe."
  "C'mon, Cath," Jein said. "Let's not just read the history
books, let's write `em!"
  Cathallis smiled lightly. "All right, all right. That does have
a certain appeal..."
  Then Jasami grabbed her oldest sister from behind. "Since we're
going to be spending so much time together, maybe we should get
started tonight," Jasami suggested. "I know this little place..."
  Jein touched her cheek. "All right, go get ready." Jasami
grinned and scurried out of the room.
  Once they were alone, Jein wrapped her arm around her twin's
shoulders and Cathallis leaned on her as they walked. "How's the
job hunt going, anyway, Cath?"
  Cathallis sighed and put her arm around Jein's torso. "I can
hardly get a museum or university to talk to me. I don't have any
official credentials, and even if I can find someone willing to
test my knowledge, they always ask if I'm THE Cathallis Devyre.
When I say I am, they say they'll call me and I never hear back."
  "Maybe you don't have to tell them that," Jein suggested.
  "Maybe I'm not planning to do something quite so public as you
are, but I'm proud of who I am and I have no intention of hiding
it," Cathaliss said.
  Jein kissed her on the cheek. "No, I guess you shouldn't have
to."
  Cathallis leaned in and planted a kiss on Jein's lips, while
her hands slipped inside Jein's shirt and wrapped around the full
cups of her bra. "Jasami did have a point, you know," Cathallis
whispered after breaking from the kiss. "If we are going to spend
more time together it's not a bad time to get started..."
  "I didn't just mean in pairs, you know."
  "I know," Cathallis said. "But as it so happens I've heard
about Myto Neris putting on a performance tomorrow night, and
there's this lovely little dining spot only a block away from
that theater. It would mean ever so much to me if I could get my
lover to accompany me..."
  "You got a lover?" Jein asked. "What's his name? I'll go talk
to him."
  Cathallis tapped her on the nose. "You, you goof!"
  Jein endured it, then kissed her sister's finger. "A Neris
show, huh? Pretty big, isn't she? You must've been saving up for
a while for that."
  "I like a night out with good company as much as anyone,"
Cathallis said.
  "Not as much as me!" Jasami called from her room.
  "It isn't a contest!" Jein called back, then turned Cathallis
with a soft smile. "I'd love that. But let's see about doing some
stuff together, all three of us, okay?"
  "Bad idea," Jasami said as she reentered the room, with a white
bellyshirt, teeny red shorts and pink and white striped leggings
on. "We'd just fight the whole time and ruin it."
  "Well maybe we should learn not to," Jein replied. "Or maybe I
won't take anybody on adventures with me."
  Jasami pouted. "Well maybe I'll just go on adventures by
myself, then!"
  "You mean with Jeer," Jein said, smirking slightly. "But he's
already going on adventures with ME."
  "He never said that!" Jasami snapped.
  "He didn't have to SAY anything," Jein replied, smirking even
wider.
  "Oh yeah?? Well let's go ask him!" Jasami half-snarled and
seized Jein's arm then dragged her downstairs. When they got to
the garage, she stopped. "You didn't really mean Jeer picked you
over me, did you?"
  Jein snickered and shook her head. "Jeer's not going to pick
anyone if he can help it, Jazz. Besides, two girls ganging up on
a guy and trying to make him pick a side's the cheapest shot
ever. I'm talking from experience."
  Jasami hugged her older sister's arm. "You had two girls gang
up on you once?"
  "Uh huh. I still think picking Shana was the smart move. That
way I only lost a girl who was perfect for me. And not being able
to walk," Jein frowned.
  "Well, now you've got an even better one," Jasami smiled kissed
her hard on the mouth. "And now we're even gonna be together when
you go to old castles and fight monsters and stuff! It's gonna be
AWESOME!!"
  Jein scratched the back of her head. "Hmmm, I dunno all of a
sudden..."
  "No take-backs!" Jasami giggled and skipped to the passenger
door of Jein's car. Jein shook her head and smiled, got in too
and drove off the grounds.

----

  The place Jasami had arranged to meet Jeer that night didn't
surprise Jein at all. A club with a blinking neon sign announcing
the premises to be Haal's Honeys. Inside was the familiar but
still enticing scene of nearly-naked women posing and gyrating
against poles on small stages while patrons stuffed bills into
their g-strings.
  What was surprising was Jein couldn't spot Jeer among any of
those gracious souls. Instead she finally found the coonkin
sitting at the bar, his eyes surveying the entire room. But he
grinned as he recognized two of the ladies wading through the
crowd toward the bar. "Evening, princesses! For some reason it
still amazes me to see such classy ladies in places such as
this," he schmoozed them once they'd made it close enough to be
heard over the crowd and the club's blaring music.
  "Well," Jein said, "consider this a celebration. I'm going to
get into the Adventurers' Society, and once I've made another
friend or two who'd be good on a quest, I'm taking my sisters
with."
  Jeer whooped and laughed. "Wow, being an avenger of the night
isn't enough for her! So...all of you are going, huh? What, uh,
kinds of division policies are we thinking about on spoils? Could
we negotiate, say, an extra 3% for signing on early?"
  Jasami giggled and Jein let the remark pass while she ordered a
drink. Jeer didn't press it, he was busy whispering something to
Jasami at the same time he rubbed his wet nose against her neck.
She squirmed and laughed at the attentions while his paw sought
the seat of her shorts. Admittedly, part of Jein didn't like
seeing someone else getting it on with her little sister, even
someone as strangely endearing as Jeer. Even if she didn't always
act like it, though, Jasami was a big girl and probably had been
through enough to pick out a decent partner.
  By the time Jein was working on her second drink Jasami got up
to powder her nose or something, and Jeer scooted a little
closer. "Hey, princess," he said. "It's cool you're planning to
let your sisters go on your adventures, but you do know if you're
not invited to join the Adventurers' Society you need a sponsor,
right?"
  She nodded, that was a problem she'd been mulling over. She
didn't know that many influential people yet, and with her career
in Legion Beta still on the line, it didn't seem the best time to
think about asking Agent L for a recommendation. On the other
hand, getting recognition to get sponsorship seemed hard without
also doing something that would get any riches she found seized
by the crown to fuel the neverending defense of the Free
Territories' borders by their unfriendly neighbors. As well as it
might pay off once she'd managed to make a name for herself, she
was hoping to get a big enough bank account to get a place of her
own before the weirdness of her lifestyle seeped into her aunt's
household again.
  "Yeah, I know. But I suppose if you know that, you probably
know somebody in it," Jein said, downed her drink and gave him
her most obviously speculative look.
  Jeer clutched at his heart and gasped in mock horror. "Jein!
How could you dare accuse me of accepting sexual favors from my
friends?? But seriously, I did. Emphasis on the did. We're not
speaking anymore."
  "I see," Jein said and sipped the fresh drink that had been set
beside her by the bartender.
  "Eh," Jeer waved it off. "I've definitely moved onto bigger and
better things."
  "I doubt Jasami's bigger than whoever that was."
  The coonkin laughed. "She's bigger where it really matters. But
let's go, huh?" He got up and headed onto the floor.
  "Hey, what about my sister?" Jein yelled over the music as it
started to blare.
  Jeer shrugged. "She'll have fun finding us. But since we're
here, we have a moral obligation to make some donations to the
fine art of pole dancing."
  Jein didn't suppose she could argue with that kind of logic. As
she followed Jeer, for just a second she Jein thought she caught
sight of Shana in the shadows like in that other strip club. That
girl had done nothing but give her shit since they'd gotten back
to Akton, though. Why should Jein think about her ever again?
  But why couldn't she stop?

----

  One coat of lipstick and she'd be ready to join the others back
out on the floor. Jasami felt like an amateur having to do most
of the work getting made up after they'd already left, but
anything to get Jein away from Cathallis that much quicker. She
washed her hands and was about to leave when she spotted
something in the corner of her eye.
  "Aunt Jasami..." someone whispered. Slowly Jasami turned and
jumped back with a yelp. A girl with spiky purple hair was
peeking out of a hole in the wall. "Don't be afraid, I'm not
gonna hurt you!" the girl said quickly.
  "Who...who are you?" asked Jasami.
  "I'm Samanasia, I'm your niece from the future. Daddy sent me
back to help save Akton. I mean, Jein did," the girl said. Well,
that certainly cleared up something.
  Jasami took a step closer. "Oh yeah? Well if you're my niece,
prove it."
  Samanasia stepped out of the whole which closed up behind her,
then walked straight up to Jasami and kissed her hard on the
mouth. After a second Jasami could feel the girl's tongue trying
to slip past her lips to deepen the kiss.
  After a minute Samanasia Atried to lean back, her proof
supplied, but Jasami slipped an arm around her head and pulled
her right back into that kiss. Jasami's other hand fumbled along
the back of Samanasia's rubbery bodysuit trying to find the
fastenings, and Samanasia reached back and opened the seam.
  Jasami's hands slipped in to stroke over her supposed niece's
back, and she was pleasantly surprised to find no undergarments.
They inched back toward an empty toilet stall and Jasami shut the
door and locked it with her foot. "Aunt Jasami...," Samanasia
gasped as her eyes lidded, her cheeks glowing red. She leaned
back and pulled herself out of her bodysuit. Jasami's hands
gravitated to her partner's stomach, tickling lightly to see what
kind of reaction she got. Samanasia squeaked and squirmed,
banging her shoulders against the sides of the stall, and Jasami
smirked lightly. Yes, that reminded her of a sensitive spot on
those nights she could sneak a preferred partner away from the
aggravating sibling they happened to have in common. Suddenly
Jasami couldn't see and realized Samanasia was pulling her top
up. Up went her arms and off went her top, which Samanasia hung
on the hook inside the door. Samanasia panted as she stroked over
her aunt's small breasts with trembling hands, cupping them
slowly, reverently, even as Jasami grinned and arched her back to
press them into her niece's hands. Jasami's small, nimble hands
slipped down the front of Samanasia's suit and she moved her
fingers over the girl's petals with quick, measured strokes.
Samanasia sucked in quivery little breaths and her hands slipped
from Jasami's chest to brace herself against the walls of the
stall. Her folds parted enough for Jasami to slip a few fingers
inside, but she looked Samanasia in the eye, listened to her
rapid breathing. This girl wasn't excited as much as she was
scared. "Are...you okay?" Jasami asked, waggling her fingers a
little inside Samanasia's snatch. Samanasia squirmed a little at
the stimulation but leaned forward and hugged Jasami hard. "I'm
sorry, I'm just so scared," she whimpered. "Everyone back in my
time's counting on me..."
  "Ssssshhhhhhhhhhhh," Jasami whispered and touched a finger to
her niece's lips. Her hands slipped down Samanasia's neck, her
shoulders to her breasts and rubbed at them in soothingly slow
motions. "Everything's going to be okay, little one. Everything's
going to be okay, promise," Jasami said softly, slipping into
that familiar role of gentle caregiver like with those uncertain
boys she'd been given to entertain while her mistress was busy.
  Samanasia leaned back and her breathing slowed. She didn't even
seem uncomfortable leaning against the pipes. Jasami smiled and
shot her a wink, and Sammy's breathing started picking up again
for a different reason.
  Both of Jasami's hands slipped down the front of Samanasia's
pants and teased along her petals. Samanasia gasped as her aunt
stared working the index fingers of both hands into her vulva
again. Slowly, so as not to interrupt the pumping Jasami leaned
forward and took Samanasia's nipple in her mouth. Jasami's
lapping tongue was as nimble and dainty as Sammy could remember,
and she almost cried out as her nipple slipped back and forth on
the tip.
  "Please," Sammy moaned. "My ass, too..." The words seemed to
have barely left her mouth before a fingertip was wiggling its
way inside her anus. Samanasia stroked one hand down Jasami's
chest and settled it on top of the tiny bump of her left breast,
then rubbed her hand in a circle and squished it down into
Jasami's chest.
  At this stimulation retaliation, Jasami attacked even harder.
Two fingers went up Sammy's vulva and another joined the one
wriggling in her anus. Jasami stopped toying with the nipple in
her mouth and sucked as hard as she could.
  Later Samanasia was ashamed of herself for giving in so
quickly, and how loud she screamed as she came all over Jasami's
dainty hand.

----

  Jein set her second drink down, only half consumed. What the
hell could possibly be taking Jasami so long, she thought. Jasami
never needed this long to freshen her makeup, even when she put
most of it on after they left the house. Which seemed to be most
of the time, actually.
  And even if Jasami was a big girl, she didn't frequent the most
wholesome crowds. Jein wouldn't put it past some of the people to
try to lure her someplace dark and isolated, and Jasami wasn't
big on self defense yet...
  "Something on your mind, gorgeous?" Jeer asked. "You don't look
like you're enjoying the view much!"
  "What the hell could be taking Jasami?" Jein replied. "I don't
like it...she attracts weird company when I don't see her for a
long time."
  Jeer clutched at his chest and slumped back against her. "Jein!
How can a tongue as beautiful as yours say such cruel things!
It's okay, I'll go check on her." He started to head toward the
bar and restrooms, but Jein grabbed his collar.
  He looked up to protest but closed his muzzle when she shot him
a mild glare. "No, you won't. I'LL go check on her. You patronize
the art of pole dancing til I get back."
  "Working relationships are built on trust, y'know!" the coonkin
called to Jein's back as she waded through the crowd to the front
of the club. She pushed open the door to the ladies' bathroom and
rushed inside as the sound of grunting and slapping against stall
walls reached her ears. She stopped in front of the stall they
were coming from and kicked the door open, then stopped and
rubbed at her forehead. Inside, not to her surprise, were her
sister and daughter, their clothes strewn on the floor and lips
mashed hard together. "Hi, daddy," Samanasia said, looking up
uncertainly as if expecting to be punished. "Come on in, we were
just getting started," Jasami followed up, supremely casual as
always. Jein did go in and shut the door just so someone wouldn't
come in and see what was going on. "Sammy, what do you think
you're doing?"
  "Incest," was her immediate reply.
  Jein sighed, but then smiled. "When exactly did that stop being
a dirty word in this family, anyway?" Jasami spoke. "Your
daughter from the future came out of the wall. She seemed really
worked up so I thought I'd help her relax. Why didn't you tell me
you had a daughter who came back in time?" Jein shook her head.
"I didn't think I was supposed go around telling everybody about
that. Usually you limit it to the important stuff so things
aren't screwed up more than they have to be. I kinda thought that
was how we were doing it when she wouldn't tell me who her mom
was," she replied. "But why did you just have sex with a girl who
came out of a wall? It could've been some kind of trap or rapist
or something." "Hrrgh!" Samanasia grunted, aghast. "Daddy!! How
could you say that?!" Jasami said nothing but stood up and leaned
on her sister's side, rubbing her neck supportively. Jein sighed
and looked down at Samanasia. "I'm sorry, Sammy. But go easy on
me, okay? I don't know what I'm like when you come back, but
right now I'm still getting used to being a royal agent, never
mind something like having a kid from the future come back to
tell me we have to do something now to save the world. I don't
think I've graduated to Xena-level yet." Their eyes met, and
Samanasia's were quivering with fear. Jein stepped closer and put
her arms around the girl. "I'm...I'm sorry, Sammy. You're the one
I picked to come back and change everything, and everybody back
home's counting on you, especially me, right? That's gotta be a
hell of a lot of pressure." She kissed Samanasia hard, and the
girl gripped Jein's cheeks and pulled her in to deepen the kiss.
After a few seconds their tongues were dancing and their hands
were stroking over each other's chests. Then, they parted to
catch their breath. "After we get home," Jein suggested, "why
don't you come into my room and we'll let Aunt Cath know about
you too, okay? In the meantime, let's go patronize the art of
pole dancing, huh?"
  Both Samanasia and Jasami smiled and started getting dressed.
What a family.

----

  He sighed. Agent L had been hoping not to have an audience as
he presented the findings to the queen. She'd told him she
trusted him implicitly. The same way she trusted the people she
was meeting with to discuss border defense when he'd called.
  The defense meeting was well underway as L made his way into
the room with a sheaf of papers, plans and reports tucked under
one thick arm. The queen was standing next to a long table with a
three-dimensional map of the Free Territories projected above it.
Four other men and women stood around it with her, and an outline
of the country of Belrasev to the south was glowing red.
  "Weapons shipment was stopped here," one said, indicating a
spot just north, into the Free Territories. "We believe Tran
might be trying to arm insurgents within our borders."
  "Send another detachment to strengthen our fortifications, and
see if the Prophet's got anything useful to say," Queen Paetra
replied. She looked up at Agent L. "There you are, L. You have
quite a story for me, I understand."
  It didn't show, but he gulped. He was one of the strongest men
on Akton. He could survive a cannon going off at point blank. And
it wasn't exactly well-known, but Paetra Laqure could destroy him
or nearly anyone on the planet in a personal fight. L didn't like
the idea of having to tell her something as outlandish as he was
about to.
  "A relation of one of our newer recruits has brought some
striking things to our attention--" L began, but the queen
silenced him with a wave.
  "That much you've said," she interrupted. "What are these
findings of hers?"
  L swallowed again. "One was a detection system she claimed
could locate members of the organization or species, whichever it
was that had designs on my life. Some of our top minds have built
a small-scale version of it and tested it on the few captives we
have in lockup. They're convinced it's what she claims."
  A moment passed. "And you're recommending we assemble a
full-sized version to allow us to detect these nameless
invaders," Queen Paetra said.
  He placed the plans on the table. "Your majesty, perhaps you
remember how at one point a fifth tier of defense mecha had been
proposed?"
  Paetra nodded. "That was shelved when an adequate power
delivery system couldn't be devised."
  "Well," Agent L said, almost uncomfortably, "one of the other
items given to me is, according to everyone I showed it to in the
engineering corps, a regulation system durable enough to enable a
machine that powerful to operate safely. Other items are improved
versions of other weapons currently in use, and key fixtures for
other halted projects."
  The queen looked straight at Agent L. "And this information was
supplied by the daughter of one our of newer agents, who's
traveled back form the future to help prepare the Free
Territories for an invasion."
  "Yes, your majesty," Agent L said quickly, nodding.
  She turned away from him for a few moments, gazing out the
window and saying nothing. Then she turned back to Agent L. "And
who is this agent?"
  "Jein Devyre," Agent L replied.
  The silence was deafening