Action Pack 17: Mending Fences 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. ------- Samanasia emerged from her time machine looking completely stoic. "You know, sweetie, I can probably answer the queen's questions on my own now," Jein said gently, but Samanasia shook her head. "This is the mission you gave me, daddy." "You mean the mission I WILL give you." "I know what I mean," Samanasia smiled softly. "Very convincing," said one of the officers. "If you ladies are ready, the queen certainly is." Jein and Samanasia got into the back of a squad car he motioned to, and sat wrapped in each other's arms as the car pulled onto the road and was quickly surrounded by others, sirens blaring as it drove toward the heart of Zenith. It took an effort for Jein not to pat her daughter's ass through that thin membrane of futuristic material. She swore Samanasia was trying to push her hips against her father's hand the whole ride. It was getting easier to believe she really was a member of Jein's family. They pulled inside the perimeter wall of the palace, were shown out of the car and then passed through four different checkpoints before they were even inside the building. Seemed security had been beefed up since Jein's last visit with the queen. Four rifle-toting guards walked in formation around them all the way through the halls, and as they walked Jein noticed they weren't heading for the throne room. Instead they were taken to an elevator big enough for them and all their escorts, and after a minute of descent two of them took out cards and inserted them into slots Jein couldn't even see before going the rest of the way down. They went down another hall and a pair of guards in mechanical armor so thick it was impossible to see the person inside opened metal doors three feet thick. On the other side was a high-tech war room. Computer screens covered every single wall and rested on a console every few feet. People rushed in and out of the room, around the banks of consoles and around each other with an ease bespeaking relentless discipline. Most of the monitors showed maps of the area covered by the Free Territories, with red blips standing out against the countryside. Quite a few were alarmingly close to Zenith. Standing at a holographic map table was Queen Paetra Laqure herself. She was wearing the strange black leotard, boots and elbow gloves she had been last time, but otherwise devoid of ornamentation. She was beautiful, but with the forcefulness she used speaking to everyone else around the table there was no doubting who was in charge. Behind her was Jein's superior, Agent L, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other as if afraid of what might be about to happen. "This is who we have to thank for our awareness of our current threat, is it?" the queen asked as she looked at them, cutting straight to the point. Jein nodded, putting on the most confident face she could. "This is my daughter, Samanasia. She's the one who came back to warn us about the Many before they get too strong for us to handle." The queen simply nodded. "Yes, a worthwhile goal," she said. "But I know you won't take it personally when I tell you I'm not entirely convinced this might not be some kind of scheme to regain your parents' throne. Not until more evidence about the nature of this threat is available to me." "You think my family would do that?" Jein asked. "I think the Free Territories are surrounded by enemies," the queen replied. "Angele Devyre was a fine ruler, but she lost her life because she let herself be caught by surprise. I cannot and will not endanger my people by overlooking any possible threat." Jein didn't argue that one. Not after her first meeting with the Many inside the walls of Zenith itself. "But that means you're taking our warnings seriously too, huh?" "Don't be so informal with the queen," Agent L said, but the queen herself gave him a sidelong glance that made him shut his mouth and step back. Queen Paetra fixed Jein and Samanasia with a steely gaze. "Yes, you've brought a threat to my attention. Investigations are underway at the nearest of those blips, but if you have useful information, I need more questions answered." Jein took a deep breath. "Your majesty, I'm sure it's going to sound strange--" she started to say, but the queen raised a hand to cut her off. "This is your daughter, from the future, come back to warn us about this enemy within," the queen said. "That much I've heard already from Agent L. I need dates, identities of the leaders, locations of staging grounds." Samanasia stepped forward. "Most of it's estimations based on what we've managed to piece together, your majesty, but I'll tell you what we have," she said. Jein put an arm around her daughter's shoulders and pulled her a few feet away. "Are you sure this is okay, Sammy?" she whispered. "I know you're trying to save the future and all, but what if you change things a little too much? Isn't that something time travelers are always supposed to watch out for?" "I know what to talk about and what not to, daddy," Samanasia smiled. "You and me went over this a thousand times before I came back." The queen beckoned and a slightly nervous-looking young man approached. "This is her. Take her and run through the questions you were given, and record everything. Miss no detail, is that clear?" She turned to Jein and Samanasia. "If your daughter's the one with the answers we need, miss Devyre, you may go. You'll be called for when you're needed again." Jein dragged her feet for a minute. She didn't like the idea of leaving her daughter in someone else's care. But these were the people in charge protecting the country. The one her parents had ruled. Maybe the new queen was kind of a hardass, but was that necessarily a bad thing? With all the dangers she had to protect her people from? Gently she reached out and stroked Samanasia's cheek. It all sounded so ludicrously familiar as she thought about it. A heroine's daughter sent back in time while a crisis raged in the future she'd come from. The part about the daughter having sex with her immediate relations was new, but a name came to Jein all the same. "Hang in there, Chibi," Jein said. "I'll be back for you soon." Samanasia grinned. "You called me by my nickname." "I just thought of it now." "Yeah, but you're gonna use it a lot," Samanasia replied. Jein smiled, leaned in to plant a quick reassuring kiss on her daughter's cheek, and left feeling a little uncertain. ___ Jein got home and stumbled toward her bedroom when a skinny monster with a pair of thin tails coming off the top of its head jumped out of the shadows and grabbed her. "You always sleep with Cath!" her assailant whined. "Jeer not sneaking in anymore?" Jein asked. Jasami crossed her arms over their chest. "I want nice big, juicy boobies to play with sometimes too." "I'll go see if I can find a girl with some," Jein said, but with surprising strength and a hiss of frustration, Jasami grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the other bedroom. Jein was pushed onto the bed, and given a sharp demand: "Titties. NOW." Chortling lightly Jein pulled open the seam on the back of her borrowed jumpsuit, and pulled it down off her shoulders, exposing acres of supple cleavage. That wasn't fast enough for her sister, and the garment was torn away from her chest with such force her breasts bobbed violently for a second before they were seized in warm, eager hands. "Mmmm, titties," Jasami moaned. "Ummf...nice to see you too," Jein grunted. Still, it was nice to have someone she loved want to play with her boobs, and in a twisted way even more so if they were someone who wasn't supposed to want to play with her boobs. She reached behind Jasami's back and grabbed the bottom of her younger sister's t-shirt and started rolling it up, exposing inch after inch of smooth ivory skin. Jasami leaned back and let Jein whisk her shirt off, and then looked mournfully down at her naked undeveloped chest and then at the huge round melons her older sister sported. "I want big boobies too," she whined. "But then you wouldn't need me anymore," Jein said teasingly. "That's not true!" Gently Jein ran her fingers over her little sister's cheeks and then through her silvery pigtails. "But anyway, sorry to be so blunt about it but you're really not that much younger than I am, Jazz. If they haven't come in yet I don't know if they will," she said. "But honestly? I think that's okay. I like the way you look without gigantic boobies. I mean, wouldn't it be boring if every single girl had huge tits?" "No," Jasami answered, canting her head and squinting as if wondering what Jein was smoking to ask such a dumb question. Jein finger-flicked on the forehead. "Yes it would. Anyway, there's more than one kind of charm, you know. I've seen the way boys look at you when we go out. They're checking out the whole package. If a guy comes up to me, I can reel him in with the cleavage but then I'd have to spend a couple weeks training him to look me in the face and talk to me like an actual person, like he's a fucking dog or something." "How do you know? The only boy you ever do anything with is Jeer, and you guys don't have sex that much." "Getting splooged in the face counts as sex even if it's a favor for him to teach me rogue stuff. Besides, I thought I was one of those guys until I came back here," Jein answered. "And I still look at you and I check out the whole package." She punctuated this with a kiss and then a raspberry to Jasami's belly button, and Jasami slumped onto her back, squealing happily and flailing her legs. When Jein let up Jasami slid her fingers through the almost ghostly white hair she admired so much. "You're sleeping here tonight," Jasami declared. "And you better be ready not to sleep much." "Why does it seem like Agent L's the only person in my life who doesn't say stuff like that to me?" Jein murmured. Her sister didn't answer. Her face was already buried deep in Jein's warm cleft again. Jasami at least had the decency to stand up and let Jein slip her pants off so the festivities could begin... ---- As usual when she and her little sister spent time together in just their skin, Jein equated it to getting heavily drunk. Obviously their time together had begun at some point, but after a while of grinding vaginas, changing positions to grind vaginas in a different way, a string of frequently interrupted but passionate kisses and chest groping, it was hard to remember when it had begun and what had led up to it. And by the time it had occurred to her to think about it, she realized it really didn't matter. What she could remember was how Jasami had spent as much time as possible stuffing her face into Jein's abundant cleavage and was doing so again then. Jasami would take the soft flesh and roll it between her lips for a second and letting it go, moving her mouth up a little higher, catching more boobflesh between her lips and doing it again. And then she'd poke Jein in the other breast for squirming. Slowly, tauntingly slowly, Jein worked her fingers up Jasami's thighs and dug into the still sodden flesh of Jasami's pink valley, dragging her fingers across the sticky flesh of her sister's inner thighs. Jasami had had three or four orgasms, Jein wasn't sure, but she still groaned and splayed her thighs as Jein probed into her sex yet again. The next time Jasami opened her mouth and before she closed it around an unmolested patch of skin, Jein was sure she heard the word "bridesmaids." Shaking her head slowly, Jein surreptitiously slid one hand along the outside curve of her sister's hip, then suddenly cupped and squeezed Jasami's right ass cheek. She moaned around her mouthful of breast flesh, then mewled and squirmed her hips as the tip of Jein's finger prodded at her asshole. "Mmmmf!" Jasami groaned and was so lost in the moment she pressed her teeth into Jein's breast flesh. "Owwww!!" "I'm sorry!" Jasami cried and rolled off her. "But I'm kind of out of practice being with girls...you really do spend a lot more time with Cath." "I'm sorry," Jein said and cupped her sister's cheeks. "I'm not being a very good sister, am I?" "No, you're being a very bad sister," Jasami agreed. "But I'm being a good sister by letting you enjoy my body anyway." "You're right, that's exactly what good sisters do." "I know," Jasami sighed and rested her cheek in Jein's cleavage. "But can we spend more time together? Please?" "Maybe after some more sex," Jein sighed in resignation. Jasami squealed and pounced her into the sheets. ----- A little later the long night she'd had, along with the long night she'd spent making love to Jasami, caught up with Jein. She enjoyed a relaxing sleep (in Jasami's bed, with the door locked and a chair propped under the knob by the youngest sister) before waking up again late in the afternoon with Jasami's face embedded in her cleavage for most of it. But eventually, despite Jasami's best efforts, Jein got up and returned to her usual room where she was surprised to find a black jumpsuit with a transparent, mask-like face floating above it that beamed as she came in. "Mistress!" "Hi, Clarice. You're looking all better," Jein said. "It was worth getting all cut up, Mistress! You had SO much sex last night thanks to that spider lady!" "And even more after I got home," Jein said, and the mask grinned even wider. "How about we go running, though? Nothing too showy, okay? And shoes with a good thick sole this time." Clarice stuck a digital tongue out. "The last ones weren't so bad." "Who goes running in four-inch heels?" Jein demanded. "Jeer liked them," Clarice reminded her. "Jeer liked how my tits bounced when I walked with them," corrected Jein as she put the suit on. The outfit unraveled itself around Jein's body as she'd become used to, leaving her nude for a second before it started weaving itself around her again in accordance with what she'd told Clarice she wanted to wear. Spotless white running shoes, clingy red shorts and a white sports comprised her outfit with a purple band tying her hair off into a ponytail. Pretty showy, but at least it was something she could actually go for a run in. But as she turned to the door, Jasami was standing there in her birthday suit. "I wanna come," she said. "Uh...sure," Jein replied, a little surprised. Since when did Jasami care about getting in shape? "I'll be right back," Jasami said, then disappeared back into her room. Two minutes later, she was indeed back. Jasami came out of her room in a black sports bra and pink running shorts with durable looking shoes of a similar color on her feet. And probably for the second time Jein could remember outside of a long bath together, no makeup. Her hair was pulled back into a single silver ponytail that hung past her waist, and Jein craned her neck to stare at where it terminated right in front of the seat of Jasami's shorts. As Jasami bent forward to tie her shoes Jein froze as she spotted an inch and a half of exposed butt crack, and realized her little sister had nothing on under those teeny shorts. And that it probably wasn't an accident she was seeing it... They walked downstairs and out to the gate at the back of the fence that gave the easiest access to the street. Jein opened the gate and broke into a strong jog, with Jasami, not the physical type in THAT sense, falling behind. "HEY! Wait up!" Jasami called to her sister. "I need to stay in shape for my whole adventuring thing!" Jein called from ten feet ahead. "If I'm gonna go running I've gotta make sure I get a good workout!" Jasami huffed and tried to pick up the pace, reaching Jein's side for a wall before she started to pant and fell back. But as she did Jein slowed herself so she still wasn't more than about ten feet ahead of Jasami. After twenty minutes of that Jasami had slowed so much she looked ready to drop, and Jein stopped by a water fountain to let her catch up. Jasami dragged herself to the fountain and slurped up water for a full minute before she glared up at Jein. "You could go easy on somebody if it's their first time," she said. Suddenly Jein reached over and squeezed her sister's butt. "Hey, the more you push yourself the faster you'll get used to it. And the faster you get used to it the faster you'll look comfortable doing it and the better you'll look to boys when you go jogging." "I think you're a little confused about how I care about impressing," Jasami said, and Jein leaned over and pinched her butt again on the other side. "Well, I can't talk about THAT in the middle of the fucking street, can I Jazz?" Jein whispered, and winked. Jasami winked back. "Can't talk about what in the middle of the fucking street?" asked someone who seemed to appear out of thin air next to the fountain. Jein gasped before realizing who it was, while Jasami just smiled, unfazed. The intruder was covered in gray fur except for the black mask-like blotches around his eyes and stripes around his fluffy tail. He looked at Jein, then over at Jasami completely casually as he munched on a stick of celery. "Hi, Jeer," Jein said to the coonkin. "Keeping an eye on us for safety, huh?" "You tend to walk right into danger," Jeer said and finished his celery. "Someday you'll get into something really bad, and then you'll be grateful somebody devoted so much of their schedule to keeping an eye on you. And thank them with many, many titty fucks with that divine pair of huge, juicy melons." "I'd thank you with titty fucks...if I could," Jasami said. Jeer grinned and slipped an arm around her waist, resting his fingers just in front of her exposed navel. "Oh, don't worry baby," he said as he licked her cheek. "I got something special in mind for you," he said, and Jasami beamed. "But, uh, question, princesses. Where's your new friend? The one with the purple hair?" Jein sighed, not happy to be reminded about her daughter being with a bunch of hard-assed interrogators. Even if they were the hard-assed interrogators on her side. "She's telling the queen about where some really nasty bad guys are hiding out before they can get even nastier." "And after we beat them, we get to be the queens, right?" Jasami asked out of the blue. "What?" Jein asked, not entirely sure she'd heard right. Jeer smiled. "Sounds like a good idea to me," he said, and Jasami smiled too at hearing the vote of confidence. Jein waved her hands to dispel the idea. "I don't think that's how it's gonna work. I've met the queen, she's not giving up her crown for anybody. Besides, if we were running the Free Territories, we wouldn't be allowed to give people titty fucks anymore. It'd be unseemly for such high-class ladies." Both Jasami and Jeer let her know what they thought of that idea by blowing a simultaneous raspberry. "Hey, I don't make the rules, okay?" Jein said, feigning offense. "You would if you were the queen," Jeer pointed out. "He's right," Jasami added. "We'd be proving we can do a better job than her because our family's better connected. And if we were the queens we could get harems. I was kind of a concubine, I could pick the best ones. And you could have them too but not Cath." Jein shook her head in exasperation. Of course these were the last two people in any universe who'd be swayed by a plea to decency. Jeer grinned. "What's the matter, princess? Thought of your own harem too much even for you?" "I'll show you too much!" Jein said, then lunged suddenly and grabbed Jeer around the waist. He squirmed fiercely but Jein squeezed her legs around him, fell onto her back and gave him a double-fisted noogie. People walking by stopped and stared at the bizarre spectacle, and among them were two yellow-skinned male orcs with pig-like noses and lop ears, who pointed and laughed. "Hey Jeer! Looks you finally met a girl who sees through your crap!" one orc...jeered. "C'mon, Jein! You're hurting my street cred!" Jeer whined, and Jein released her grip on, then nimbly somersaulted backward onto her feet. The two guys who'd cheered stared at her minimally-clad body wide-eyed for a second before Jasami jumped in front of her, arms splayed protectively. "You are not worthy," she said gravely. Jein rolled her eyes and gave her little sister a noogie too. ------ After another minute Jein took off jogging again, Jasami struggling to keep up, Jeer less so as he scampered behind Jein on all fours, his eyes fixed on the seat of her shorts the whole time. By the time they got back home Jasami was panting and her exposed skin glistening with sweat. Without a word she took Jein by the hand, walked her through the gate, then the front door, up the stairs and straight to the large bathroom the sisters all shared. Jein reached out to take her sister's bra off but Jasami pushed her hands aside, and took off Jein's bra, nuzzling her face into Jein's cleft and sniffing hard at the sweat-covered flesh for a full five seconds before leaning back. They peeled off the rest of their clothes and Jasami ran a bubble bath while Jein locked the window and drew the blinds, which caused Jasami to jut her bottom lip out in her patented indignant pout. "We don't need help to clean up after a run," Jein said, then picked Jasami up and set her down in the bath before joining her. Immediately Jasami clambered into her lap, cupped Jein's cheeks with sudsy fingers, and pulled her into a heated kiss. "Then I guess we have to make our company even more special," Jasami said in her best sultry voice. Without waiting for an answer she slipped her hand underwater and cupped Jein's mound. A second later Jasami squeaked as Jein cupped her mound right back. Jasami moaned and leaned against her sister's chest, taking a nipple into her mouth then gagging as she swallowed a mouthful of suds that had been on Jein's breast. Jein chuckled. "Don't make fun of me or I'll quit putting out," Jasami scowled Jein quirked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Bet you will!" Then she aggressively wiggled the tip of one finger up into her little sister's vagina. Water spilled onto the floor as Jasami whimpered and squirmed at being invaded so forcefully. Jein slipped her other hand around her sister's waist and prodded at the pucker of her ass too, grinning as Jasami whimpered even louder and more helplessly. Then suddenly Jein leaned in and planted a kiss on Jasami's lips. Jasami immediately wrapped her slender arms around Jein's shoulders, pressing one hand on the back Jein's head to push her into another kiss. She was just working her tongue past her older sister's lips when someone knocked on the door. Jein leaned away to call "Yes?" Jasami grunted in annoyance at being interrupted and tried to press her back into the kiss. Jein glared at Jasami as she allowed herself to be dragged into the kiss again, while Jasami ignored it and attacked Jein's lips with her own. Meanwhile Jein leaned against the edge of the tub to be able to hear whoever was outside over Jasami's impassioned moans. "Miss, a girl's waiting to meet with you downstairs," one of the maids said through the door. "A very tall girl." A tall girl? A VERY tall girl? Who could that be but Shana Wolch. Jein blanched and was tempted to tell the maid to tell Shana to buzz the hell off, but stopped herself long to ask why Shana would've come so far just to make trouble for her. Much to Jasami's displeasure, Jein, with her little sister's sharpest petulant pout aimed at her the whole time, rushed through an actual bath, wrapped a towel over her hair and went downstairs in her purple bathrobe. Sitting in the den, reading a book but not really seeming to read it was indeed Shana Wolch. Her hair was pulled back into pigtails and she had on a pink t-shirt and denim miniskirt. Jein found it hard not to stare at her long, toned legs. Shana looked a little surprise to see what Jein had on as she came in, but recovered quickly and put the book back on the shelf. "Hi," Shana said, a little limply. She probably wasn't sure what else to say. "Hi." Then again, so was Jein. The last time she and Shana had met, inside the Many's secret hideout, hadn't gone pleasantly. Jein had gotten so frustrated with Shana's apparent disgust of how Jein had been filling her time since getting back to Akton, Jein hadn't held back in telling Shana she didn't want to see her ever again. And yet, there she was. "Sorry I interrupted your bath," Shana said. Her eyes went up and down Jein's body, who felt a sudden urge to strike a pose. "Life's full of surprises," Jein shrugged. "Yeah, I've been finding that out," Shana said. Jein sighed. "You didn't seriously find out where I lived and come all the way here just to give me shit about that again, did you? Cuz there's the door." Shana waved her arms defensively, an act that seemed so strange coming from a girl as huge as she was. "I'm not!" Shana protested, and sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I didn't come...I just...I...I'm sorry. But cut me some slack, okay? Seeing you in black tights running around with a naked felkin was pretty surprising." "Maybe it wasn't the best time for a frank discussion of what I'm doing for a living these days," Jein admitted. Shana gave Jein a confused look but shook her head and asked, "So you were with all those royal intelligence guys who asked me questions all night?" "Sort of," Jein said. "I'm not really supposed to talk about it. My aunt thinks I'm a secretary. Wonder if she'll still buy that when I start coming home in bandages." Shana took a step closer to Jein. A big step. At the end of it she loomed over Jein, who was surprised to feel a quick but unmistakable thrill of excitement travel up her spine. What had that been about? She met Shana's eyes, which had worry reflected in them while the rest of her face was impassive. "Can we go somewhere and...talk?" Shana asked. "Do you mind if I get dressed first?" Jein asked in reply. "You don't have to." "Excuse me?" Jein said, then realized that hadn't been Shana. She turned around and standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a fluffy yellow towel was Jasami. Quickly Jein walked over to her sister, trapped her in a headlock and administered noogies. "That's my little sister, always dumb little jokes in front of people," Jein said, eying Jasami in irritation. "You're getting to be as bad as Cath!" Jasami grunted and squirmed free, but her towel shaking almost all the way open to show a long stretch of naked flesh from armpit to the bottom of her leg, and almost flashing her crotch. She took no notice. "I thought you were cool!" Jein grimaced but stopped when she heard Shana chuckling. "Looks like Jasami grew up to be a feisty one," she said with a smile. "Hi, I'm Shana. You were probably too little to remember the last time we met. Jein and I were best friends." "Were?" Jein asked. "That's...kinda what I wanted to talk about." Shana answered. "If you guys are going out, can I come?" Jasami interjected. "Nothing's happening tonight." "Sure," Shana said immediately. "I've been putting this off long enough." The sisters went back upstairs to dress, at Jein's insistence, but as soon as Jein made a move to put on her morphing outfit Jasami pounced her and spent several minutes tickling her into submission. When Jein had finally caught her breath, she turned to her sister and demanded, "What the hell was that for?" "Look, I'm sure Clarice is a nice person as talking clothes go, but I'd be a terrible sister if I let you get used to letting her take care of everything for you," Jasami explained. "You can't forget how to make yourself look sexy. Not if you're going to nail your friend down there." "What?!" Jein exclaimed, then sucked in a deep breath so Shana didn't hear them talking about that through the ceiling. "I am not trying to nail Shana." "Bullshit," Jasami said immediately. "I saw the way you shivered when she was standing in front of you. You were so turned on." "In any case," Jein interrupted, "Fine, I'll do it myself tonight." So saying she put on an actual blouse and skirt over actual lacy pink underwear and actual silk stockings. Her outfit earned a satisfied smile and not from Jasami. But peeking under Jein's clothes to inspect the entire ensemble despite having watched Jein dress earned her another flick on the forehead. ---- As they rode the train out to a restaurant Shana had picked out, Jasami sat as close to her sister as possible and kept a slender arm around Jein's shoulders, making sure Shana saw. Shana gave her a few unusual looks but didn't comment. Jein wondered if she suspected anything about them, and if a chance would come to ask a few probing questions about their past. Jasami kept it up when they got to the restaurant, picking up her chair and scooting it so it touched Jein's. Shana stared intently at her menu but her eyes kept flicking toward the Devyre sisters. Finally she set her menu down and said, "You two seem really close." "We do EVERYTHING together," Jasami beamed. "Jasami!" Jein hissed, but Jasami replied by draping her arm over her sister's shoulders and resting her cheek on Jein. Shana regarded them impassively for a minute, then chortled softly. "Everything, huh?" Shana asked. Jein rubbed her forehead with her fingertips. "Shana, I thought you said you wanted to talk, not give me even more shit." "I'm not giving you shit," she said, quietly enough it was clear she indeed didn't want to make a scene. "It's just...I'm finally getting this to sink in even after we've been home all this time." "Like, me having these?" Jein quickly waved a hand under her breasts. Shana nodded. "But you knew about that the whole time, didn't you?" Jein asked. "Even when I tried to help you get over that jerk and you--" "Yeah, I knew," Shana interrupted gently. "My first kiss, when you were a boy. Yeah. Or a boy on the outside, I never really knew how that worked. I knew you were really a girl and you were going to turn back into one when we came home, yeah." "Ooooooh," Jasami said, covering her mouth with her free hand. A greasy-haired waiter with a soul patch walked up, notepad and pencil in hand. "Can I get you ladies anything to start with?" he asked. "We're still deciding," Jein said and he went away without a word. With him gone, Jein looked Shana straight in the eye. "That's something I've been wanting to ask you if we talked again, but I didn't really know what to say," Jein told her. "Was when you were kinda not wanting to talk much before...it have anything to do with me being a girl again, after you being...willing to kiss me before?" At that Shana looked away. A minute later she answered, "Yeah, I was confused about how to think of you after we got back. We were just kids when we were sent to Earth, I just thought you were my best friend. But then we grew up, and found out about our libidos." "Damn, she sounds just like me," Jasami said. Jein gaped at her sister, but Jasami only stuck her tongue out and giggled. Shana giggled a little too, and Jein looked at her with surprise. "Look," Shana said. "Yeah, you're up to some weird things since we got back, looks like. But this is just a weird world compared to where we grew up. I guess I was just using that for an excuse to keep you at a safe distance while I was trying to figure out how to react. When you blew up at me in the guy's hideout I decided I needed to do something or you'd cut me out of your life." "You're gonna nail her tonight," Jasami whispered into her sister's ear. "Quiet!" Jein whispered back. Jasami just stuck her tongue out again. Then suddenly she tickled Jein's ribs, causing Jein to squawk in surprise and squirm against her sister's hands. After a few seconds Jein managed to shove Jasami's hands away, but she had a feeling Jasami had already accomplished her mission, and had another feeling it was letting Shana know that worked on her. "Anyway," said Jein, "thanks for wanting to patch things up, Shana. I...I missed you. I did." She slid her hand across the table and before she realized what she was doing, Jein was brushing her fingertips across the back of Shana's hand. Shana glanced down at her hand, looked Jein in the eye again, but didn't pull away. "Hey Jein," Shana said softly as the smile on her face. "It's supposed to be warm tomorrow, you maybe want to go down to the river with me?" "Sure," Jein said, her throat suddenly dry. "I'd really like that." The waiter rematerialized near the table. Jein wondered if he knew Jeer. "You ladies need a little more time?" he asked with a measured patience. "No," Shana said and looked at Jein again with a smile. "A bottle of champagne, please. And what's your most expensive entrée? Put it on my check, please." Jasami was wrong, Jein didn't make love to Shana that night. But Jein hoped it wouldn't be long. ---- On the far end of the board where no player sat, a piece toppled over, pushed by no hand. Shortly after another followed it. She smiled. "So it begins in earnest!" "You sound as if taking the lead decides the game," he said, as unimpressed with her antics as ever. "Gods, yes! That's why we went to so much trouble, so that first point will decide this!" she laughed. He made a contemptuous snort, and she knew he didn't think that beyond her at all. "Fling your little barbs, human," he said. "They make as much difference to me as your cannons. Now," he picked up one of the gilded pieces, "I believe it is my move." ---- Hey, paetrasslave here. Sorry this might seem like kind of a light chapter, but I've been away, had some outside feedback on the story and wanted to work some of it in, in addition to getting back into the characters. Hope at least the XXX-stuff was ok, and the promise of more with Jein and Shana starting to hookup.