Super Taboo

This is my first story written on this site.

The main character is a bisexual male. I do not care if that offends you.

What you may care for, is that there is a plot to this story, which will eventually include things like violence and moments of introspection, but in that dramatic way superheroes tend to do things. I hope you enjoy.

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Outside of the metropolis of Haven City, lies the slums. Set away from the capes and heroism that patrols the skylines.

It's an awful place. Filled with more vices and stories of violence than anybody could ever count. I would know.

Because that's me getting beaten into a bloody pulp right now.

As the hitting stopped and the kicking faded, leaving the wounds to ring across my body like church bells, the main assaulter leaned down into my ear.

"You think you're something, Love?" His rancid, out-of-breath voice polluted my ear. "You think you're better than me? That a little fag like you gets to talk like that to me? You might as well die right here, 'cause if I see you sniffing around here again. I'll cut your balls off and feed 'em to ya."

Jack and his charming pals laughed and sauntered away. When I couldn't hear them anymore, I pulled myself off the pavement.

"At least I can speak full sentences," I grunted, putting myself steadily back on my feet. "Without foaming at the mouth."

The hypocrisy of his name calling was not lost on me. As he offered me a hundred dollars just last week to be at the center of him and his buddies.

As if my services were so cheap.

My name is Adam Love. I'm twenty-four, live in the worst neighborhood in America, and have a whole mediocre life ahead of me with no way to climb higher in the social or corporate hierarchy.

I dusted myself off as best I could and went to work at Joe's.

"Oh my goodness!" The old Indian man hobbled around the counter to assess me. "What happened to you?"

"Jack and his jack-offs," I shrugged. "It's no big deal."

"It is big deal," he spoke with a heavy accent. He turned my head in his hands to examine me. "Are you sure you work today?"

I grabbed his hand and looked him in the eyes. His eyes were too bright, too kind for a city like this. "I need to work today. Unless you want to give me your money for free?"

He sighed. Shaking his head. "Alright! I will take your help, Adam. Can you start with stocking the shelves?"

"Of course, Abdul."

The tv blared as I put on my vest and got to work. The pay isn't great, but I can't imagine getting paid for anything that wasn't prostitution without Abdul. He paid me under the table in high school, when Mom died. He and his family had moved here when I was even younger. His store became a nice little hub for the neighborhood. We even had a superhero come by once in a blue moon.

"The Epitomes have just announced the new location for their headquarters!" The news caster announced. "Looks like our heroes are headed for Hollywood! That's right, Epitome Tower is now debuting in Los Angelos, California. Here's Trish, with more details."

"Oh," I noted, "So instead of ignoring the traffickers on this coast, they can ignore the homeless and drug cartels on the west coast. How exciting."

Abdul pursed his lips. "Sometimes, it is best to focus on what you can do, rather than what you can't."

I didn't get it. Then again, I wasn't really in a mind to.

I finished my shift and collected my measly pay from the boss.

"I am sorry," he apologized. "I am... short again this week."

I looked in the envelope. "It's gotten that bad?"

Abdul nodded. He said something in his native tongue, before switching to English. "Change is the only constant, my friend. Might have to change soon."

"I'm sure we'll figure something out," I assured him. "Goodnight, Abdul."

I made my way to the best looking worst house on the worst looking block. I unlocked the door and locked it back after stepping inside.

"I'm home." I called through the house.

If you walked with me inside, you'd see it open up to the living room with a 90's ass tv across the way. To the right, you see doors for individual bedrooms, for me and my sister, and two more for the bathroom and closet. To the right of the living room is a kitchenette area, with a table shoved into the back corner. Past that was a door to the master bedroom. We don't open that one anymore.

"H-hey... Adam," Ashley, my sister called back. "W-welcome home."

I walked into the kitchen, following the sound of a hissing skillet, and noting how strained her voice was. She looked up from the stove, her eyes red from crying. I immediately went to her side and hugged her, she hugged me back.

"What happened?" I said as I held her.

"Nothing."

"Ashley," I forced myself to be a little more stern with her. "What. Happened."

"..." She didn't move away from me. Maybe she didn't want me to see what was written all over her face. Her hands were shaking. "... Jack came by today."

"He what?" I pulled her back. She gripped my arms.

"He didn't do anything," she quickly explained. "He just banged on the door and tried to open it. That's it."

My blood boiled, instantly. "I'm going to fucking kill him."

"Adam, no." Ashley begged. "He's not worth it. And I can't pay the rent without you, dummy."

Well, jokes on her. She can't even pay the rent with me, either. Looks like we're picking and choosing what bills to pay.

I took a breath. We can talk about that tomorrow. "What's for dinner?"

"Just some hotdogs. I got chips on sale the other day."

"That's good," I nodded. "Smells pretty good."

Ashley is my younger sister, a year younger. I'm a bit on the leaner side, but she is just a stick of a human being. She's gotten a bit of a drop on her chest, and a feminine curve to her hips, but neither are really obvious. Probably due to the lack of food we get flowing through here. Her black hair is usually tied behind her head in either a bun or a ponytail to keep it out of her face, but for whatever reason she could never be assed to cut it or get it cut. She has bright blue eyes; too wide. Too bright for a place like this.

Our mom was killed in a supervillain attack when I was sixteen. I don't know where I'd be without Ashley. Dad got caught cheating when I was ten. Even if he did reach out to us, I don't know if I would accept his help. Not without killing him first.

Later that night, Ashley came to my room.

"Hey," she stepped from foot to foot. "Can I... sleep with you tonight?"

"Yeah, of course."

We've shared a bed more than once. We use to call it "secret time," when we were kids. We would just stay up past our bedtime telling each other secrets and giggling. Usually stupid ones we already knew. Most of the time we just whispered "I love you" back and forth as our big secret before giggling ourselves to sleep. We don't really have a secret time these days, but on bad days like this, I could use a friend next to me.

She snuggled into bed next to me. She had on her night shirt and a pair of panties. I was just in my briefs. Not a too unusual thing to be wearing around the house. It's hot tonight.

Ashley cuddled into my arm, and I wrapped it around her waist. She sighed contently into my shoulder, though, neither of us were ready to sleep.

"Can we do secret time?" She whispered into my shoulder. "It's been a while."

"Yeah," I spoke to the ceiling. "I love you."

"That's-" she snorted and started laughing. That stall laughter where something hits you in your blind spot. She kicked her knee up, before falling to pieces again at my side. She spoke through the laughter, "That's not what I meant you dork."

I smiled. It's a nice sound to have in this room. I can't remember the last time she laughed like this.

She eventually calmed down and sighed. "You remember when we were little, and I broke your favorite Counter-Man toy?"

"Yeah," I reminisced. "You said superheroes were dumb."

"Well, I was jealous. I wanted you to pay with me."

"You're right, how selfish of me," I chuckled.

"Not just that," she continued. "I kind of... wanted to be them. Supers. The Epitome. I figured if I was strong enough I could pick up the whole house and we could go live in Hawaii or something."

"That's sweet," I kissed her forehead. "I could have been in bed with a surfer babe."

"I could make money, so Mom wouldn't have to work anymore. And you would play with me every day, instead of your friends."

"Oh. Sorry."

"No, it's just... I wanted to take care of myself. To not be a burden on you. And now I'm all grown up and... I get scared. I mean, it's the same kind of scared I got when I was little. I thought strange men were going to break down the door and take me away from you and I just..."

She was sobbing now. I turned my body and wrapped my other arm around her. "Shhh, shhh... it's okay."

"I thought they were going to rape me," she wiped her tears away. "I know it's so stupid to think about that, but it's what I thought. I never even..."

She looked up at me. Those blue eyes looked so vulnerable now. I could guess the end of that sentence.

"You've had some boyfriends before," I noted.

"Not for very long," she admitted. "They weren't... meeting my standards. Have you ever... um..."

"Had sex?" I finished the thought. I could feel the heat radiating off her face. "We're both adults, Ashley. We can say the word now."

She gave a laugh. "Well, have you? Had sex, I mean."

I sighed. "No. I mean, I've fooled around a little. With my hands. And my mouth. But nothing really... progressed that way."

"Really?" She looked at me. "What did you do?"

I shrugged. "Fifty bucks is fifty bucks. Just not enough for anal."

"Oh my god, Adam!" She started giggling into my chest. I hugged her tight, trying not to grin so much. She didn't speak for a while. After a bit, I thought she went to sleep.

Eventually, she spoke. "I wanted to marry you."

I looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. She looked up at me, flustered. "I mean! When I was little, and I didn't know any better, I thought I'd marry you. Then, later, when Mom gave me 'The Talk' one of the first thoughts I had was... you. And I know that's fucked up, and I'm so sorry I think that sometimes. I just..."

She buried her head in my chest. "I don't want to leave you. Ever. I don't want us to live separately. Does that... make me a bad sister?"

I held her close. The ticks of a clock bounced off the rickety walls of this house.

"No," I finally answered. "Honestly? I would probably die if you weren't here with me. I'm not sure what I'd do with myself if I didn't have you waiting for me back home. I think... I'd be okay if we just stayed like this... forever."

She looked up at me with an expression I didn't recognize. I became aware of our bodies, and how our legs were tangled up together. My knee is in her groin, and I could feel her heat on my leg. I became aware of her breath on my neck. One of my hands had ventured to her lower back, just above her butt. All this "awareness" dove straight to my crotch, alerting a sleeping soldier to stand at attention.

"It's still secret time," Ashley's breathing had become labored. "Do you have other secrets you want to share?"

"I..." I gulped. Be a good brother. Be good brother! "I have... a boner, right now."

She breathed, staring into my eyes and not blinking. "That's not a secret."

She pushed her knee up, rubbing my crotch with her bare thigh.

"I am..." she took a breath. "Very wet, right now."

I moved my leg, rubbing my knee between her legs. I felt a warm dampness there; the heat of a young woman.

"I... think about you, sometimes. When I'm horny."

"Oh yeah?" She bit her lip. "How often is sometimes?"

"... Most of the time."

She leaned forward, putting her lips to mine and reaching her arms around my neck. She pushed me to my back and laid across my chest. Now her legs were on either side of me, her crotch rubbing against my hard-on.

I tried not to moan. I tried to tell myself it was wrong, but if I told you I tried to pull her off of me, I would be lying.

She broke the kiss, sitting up. In the light peaking through the shades of my window, she pulled her shirt up her body. I watched, breathless, as her perky tits spilled out of the fabric. Her little nipples were erect as she pulled it free from her head and tossed it aside. She rubbed her fingers down her stomach, rubbing little circles over her panties. She moved her hips at the same time, rubbing herself over the outline of my underwear.

I sat up to look at my naked sister sitting up on her knees in front of me. Her hair was flowing down in front of one shoulder, the outline of her pussy was visible through her panties, while the head of my dick was peaking over the rim of my briefs. She bit her lip again, looking down at it.

Wordlessly, she reached for the band, but hesitated, choosing to take her time. She ran the tips of her fingers between my legs, gracing me with hints of her touch. She ran her hand over the outline of my dick, gripping it slightly before letting go.

"Ashley." I was losing my patience.

"Sorry," she giggled, then continued.

She pulled the waistband out and over, letting my excitement spring free between us. She paused, before continuing to pull my underwear down my legs and off my ankles. She threw them aside and quickly went back observing my cock and balls.

"It's so pretty," she got closer. "I didn't know you shaved."

I shrugged.

"It's beautiful," she leaned in. She kissed the middle of my rod. "I hadn't seen this since we took baths together."

She kissed it again, trailing down to the base, and back up to the tip. She looked up at me, sitting back up and climbing over me.

"I need this," she told me, nose to nose. "I need you to take my virginity. If you don't, someone else will. Someone I don't love. And I need it to be you."

I graced my hand over her beautiful face. "I want it to be you, too. I love you, Ashley."

She looked at me, before looking down, and pulling her panties aside to aim herself over me. I helped guide her entrance to my tip, and she looked back at me as it entered.

She made an 'O' face, as it slide inside. She stopped, midway.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

She didn't answer, just biting her lip. Then, she started lifting her hips back, and I felt disappointed that we wouldn't continue. To my surprise, she slammed her hips back down on top of me, busting through her hymen like a battering ram.

"Oh!" She gasped. "Oh..."

"Easy, now! Easy," I sat up, rubbing her back and trying to hug her. She stayed stoic, knees digging into the bed, and not saying a word.

She put a hand on my chest, pushing me back down. She hung her head back and breathed. She started moving her hips, gyrating them like she was using me to stir up her insides.

"Oh my fucking gooood," she breathed. "I can't believe it feels this good."

"Only with me."

We looked at each other. I don't know why I just said that. Maybe I was just nervous and looking to ease the tension. Or maybe I was trying not to orgasm inside my sister two minutes after putting it in.

She grinned. She planted her hands next to my head, leaning down to kiss me before bucking her hips on top of me.

I grabbed her sides, scaling them up to grab her tits. They fit in my hand nicer than what I expected. She bounced on my dick, feeling it, moaning in my face, hissing her breath. She decided to up the ante.

She paused, planting her hands on me, kicking her feet out and planting them on the bed, crouching like a feral animal. Hands went back to the headboard for support, and she started slamming her hips down on mine.

God, she's like a jack hammer.

"Look, Adam," she panted. "We're perfect for each other. Ahh! Look at how it- ugh!- fits inside of me!

"I love you, Adam!" She panted. "I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! Adam! ADAM!"

I grabbed her hips to guide her as she slammed her hips down. I looked at how her pussy looked in the lights of the street outside. How my dick disappeared inside of her with every bounce.

I grunted. I'm at my limit. I clawed at her hips and slammed her down on top of me. She let go and held my face. She kissed me as I came deep inside of her.

She hummed into my mouth. I fell back, out of breath.

"I love you," she repeated, snuggled back into my arms.

"I love you too," I answered, my mind fading from all forms of consciousness.

It should never have happened. But it did.