P-orcing Preview....

Amy laid back under the shower spray, eyes closed and body near boneless as she waited for the twitching in her legs to stop. For the momentary wash of fuzzy little endorphins to run their course and kill her afterglow even faster than they had brought it on.

Seriously though. If there was any reason to thank Carol for anything, anything at all, it would probably be for getting the detachable shower head with variable settings. The really fancy one, with all the trimmings. It was just the thing after a long morning, afternoon, night...any time at all actually, these days, considering how goddamn high her libido had been running lately.

Her and some near hour long TLC were close personal friends these days. They saw each other at least three times a day, four if she felt she had the time or was having a particularly difficult day...and Victoria wasn’t helping in her own special way, as always. With a little twist to things now, but still. 

Victoria wasn’t helping.

Amy wasn’t an idiot. Her fingers had been in the blonde’s mouth. She knew how things worked with her now. Even if she hadn’t known though, she still would have been suspicious about the value packs of gum her sister had been bringing home by the metaphorical truckload, only to disappear to her room with them.

One a week would have been fine. Two a week would have been a little much, but okay. A whole pack a day though? Sometimes more? That sounded suspiciously a lot like an addiction. An addiction that drove Amy mad every time she touched the other girl, skin-to-skin.

If Amy thought her libido was a little too high, then Victoria’s taught her otherwise. Compared to her metaphorical skyscraper of sexual needs, Vicky’s was Mannequin’s unfinished base up on the moon. It was a goddamn miracle she could even function, seeing how even something as small as having someone pinch her tongue was enough to make her juice herself, barely an inch away from orgasm in reaction.

She wasn’t sure whether she should be thanking that Case 53 or cursing him...but she knew it was his fault, somehow. Everything was. Her own, personal issues with her hormones and control and Vicky’s as well… That asshole.

When her legs finally got some strength back into them, just enough that she didn’t have to worry that she’d be eating bathroom tile if she made to leave, Amy turned off the shower. Listened to the dripping for just a little while longer before standing up and drying herself off. Just a quick toweling and some time with the hair dryer while she tried to ignore the light tingling in between her legs that had started up again.

She had a couple of hours before it became unbearable. Four to six. A great improvement, considering her first few days in dealing with the aftereffects of contact with Moss. That hand-to-hand contact that he’d initiated, only to mumble something unclear to her and fall asleep, had nearly dropped her to her knees with the pure, nearly overwhelming need to finger herself until she blacked out...but she was better now.

Much better.

Whatever he’d done to her, to Vicky, was slowly wearing off. Hopefully, by the time next week came around, it would be completely gone. Vicky a little bit later, another week at most. There was no need to make a big deal about things if she didn’t have to. No questions had to be asked about the focus of the little fantasies his touch had brought up in her. Questions that would be asked. Possibly forced out of her and dissected by Protectorate Thinkers.

Amy closed her eyes. Placed her hands over her face and took a deep breath.

And it would be because she was Panacea that she’d have all of that attention on her… Which was why she wasn’t going to say anything.

No one had to know that she couldn’t get Victoria out of her head as long as she kept her mouth shut. Easy. All that she had to do was wait this mess out and avoid further contact. She’d also have to have a talk with Vicky to make sure she understood the consequences as well.

In the end, someone else could figure him out. Everything could still work out for her as long as she hid behind her once absolute freedom from biological dependency. Everything would be fine...or so she thought, up to the point when she stepped out into the hallway in little more than a towel to see her sister just inches away from crashing into her. Neither did Vicky when those mere inches became full-body contact and dropped them both to the floor.

“What the hell, Vicky!?”

“Hi, Ames...”

The lack of cries didn’t last all that long though, obviously. Neither did the lack of writhing as Amy came to the realization that Vicky was covered in dirt and leaves and enough pungent sweat to make parts of her costume become transparent… It was partly the due to the fact that Amy now had to take another shower...and partly because, from what she could tell, Victoria’s nipples were poking through her bra and Amy thought she might have felt them against her skin, thanks to her towel falling away and...and there was the crippling guilt. Right on schedule.

“How’s your day been?” Victoria asked as she, slowly and shakily, shifted on her own personal axis and pulled herself upright with a viciously embarrassed and mostly naked Amy in her arms. It was only the brunette’s frantic clutching at her towel that kept her from baring all, not that Victoria seemed to be capable of noticing at the moment, considering just how glossy her eyes were as she looked into Amy’s eyes. “Just asking because, you know….”

Amy kept quiet, her outrage forgotten when Victoria let out a deep, moaning, almost orgasmic sigh and licked her lips. Another lick made it so that there was no ‘almost’ about it, causing the blonde’s every nerve to light up like a New York skyline as she added a bit more fluid to the mess she was already covered in...all for Amy’s viewing pleasure from the fingers on her shoulders.

Victoria was masturbating right in front of her. While in nearly see through clothing and with her most definitely naked sister in her arms… Amy had had dreams that started like this.

“My day was fucking great,” Victoria continued without even a shudder as orgasm after orgasm popped off inside of her like a chain of firecrackers. All small, all quick. Barely noticable. Only the prelude to something bigger and better as the blonde’s face dipped dangerously close towards hers. Close enough that the brunette could feel her breathing against her face, fast and shallow. “I apologized, you know?”

“... Yeah? That’s good.” Amy responded carefully, her suspicions a good part of the way towards vindication as she started gently prying at Vicky’s fingers. Ignoring the feeling that her heart might just explode and the subtle, spreading burn all along her front...and the tingling between her legs as it quickly became a wildfire. It looked like her recovery time was going to be taking a little longer than she’d expected. “How did he react?”

Amy’s breath caught in her throat when Victoria finally went a little too far and pressed her nose against hers. A funny little eskimo kiss that the blonde dove into when Amy, without even thinking about it, or much of anything else for that matter as her brain sputtered and died, returned it.

“Oh he loved it. All of it.” Vicky whispered, acting as if she was telling Amy about a secret instead of how her day had gone. “The notepad. The pencils. Those ones that are too damn big for anyone to use but you buy them from the gift store anyway because they’re funny and cheap.” Vicky was rambling now, absentmindedly talking as her hands moved up from Amy’s shoulders and up to her cheeks. “And...and he’s a really great guy, you know?”

Amy felt something inside of herself strain under the pressure when Vicky’s lips brushed against hers in mid speech. Her heart. Her mind. Her morals. She couldn’t say...but it was something important.

“We sparred. Wrestled. Rolled around in the dirt. He forgave me for attacking him the first time...and...and I think I made a friend. A friend besides him, I mean. Lisa.” Victoria’s already wide smile grew the slightest bit wider as her voice dipped even lower yet. “We’re going to the spa tomorrow, Ames. You, me, and our new bestie~”

Amy’s eyes fluttered. Almost closed in anticipation when she Victoria’s lips brushed against hers once more. Not a simple graze like the last time, no. It felt, almost, like it had been a press...but she couldn’t trust herself right now. Time was...fluid right now. As was the space between her thighs.

She couldn’t say just how long they’d been standing in the hallway. She couldn’t trust that this was reality and not some sort of wonderfully fucked up fever dream that someone had crafted to fulfill a good quarter of her fantasies...thankfully just a quarter.

Her fantasies weren’t exactly what anyone could call family friendly. Some went even further than that and they didn’t deserve the chance to see the light of day...and then, there was the other stuff.

“You’ll love them, I think.” Vicky said in what Amy, even in the midst of whatever this was, could tell had been an accident. “They’re good people.” A slip of the tongue was all it was. A result of whatever unknowable chemical it was that Case 53 had dosed her with, forcing her to say whatever first came to mind. “And did you know your freckles really work on you? You’re adorable.”

Amy had to blink at that non-sequitur. Just that. She didn’t even get the chance to deepen her blush before Vicky’s lips met hers. Not in a graze. Not in a hesitant press...but a full on kiss.

Her entire world went white. While she couldn’t see her own brain, she could guess well enough from what was happening to Vicky’s. Synapses flairing. Massive amounts of Endorphins. Oxytocin. Dopamine flooding it. Every chemical and hormone the body could give out to say that what was happening was worth doing further...even as she lost all feeling in her legs.

Even as she felt her mouth begin to warm, almost burning as Vicky’s tongue touched hers.

Amy moaned into Vicky’s mouth as, with just that, she came. She couldn’t confuse it for anything else as the floor took the brunt of that fact while her towel took the rest...and it just kept going. On and on while Victoria’s little firecrackers turned into bombs and started pulling Amy along for the ride.

The almost sweet smell that had been covering her like a cloud started to take on a new ‘flavor’. The feeling that it had been in some way incomplete, the one that Amy hadn’t even realized was a thing until just now started to fade...all while the scent of feminine arousal joined it.

All while Amy, in the middle of what was quite possibly the greatest thing in her life so far, was carefully pushed away from her sister... Her blushing, wet mess of a sister...and everything came crashing down again, just as her towel fell to the floor for something a little heavier.

“... I need to take a shower. Before I forget.” Victoria nodded shakily before leaving a nearly insensate Amy up against a wall. Shivering, horny, and naked as the day she was born while the obviously dazed blonde opened up the towel closet. “I’m a mess. I’ll try to be quick.”

Amy’s eyes tracked her the whole way. From her start at the closet, to her meandering journey into the walls and furniture, and then, finally into the bathroom before she closed the door and turned on the shower, leaving her sister all alone. Alone, with not even something as small as a towel around her to hide her shame as she dripped with at least three different types of bodily fluids from at least three different people...and then she was gone, almost at a run to her room to work this whole thing out.

In other words, she was going to masturbate until she blacked out...or the world made sense again. Whichever came first.