A Three-Eighths Smile and Dark Eyes

Half smiles are lovely, when you get them. They make you feel like you won a smile, even though maybe they didn't want to. Full smiles are obviously great. No smile is fine, though I hope you have a better day from here.

The hell do you do about a three eighths smile?

That's what I had come to conclude was the standard facial expression of my little sister, Lilah. She looked at people with this enigmatic smile and big dark eyes (they might be blue?) that pierced maybe too far. Combined with her pitch black hair, very pale skin and penchant for dark clothes and staring, she could be a bit off putting. To some. Okay, she's also very quiet and that doesn't help.

This all came up when she came to me one day while I was watching a movie. She sat next to me primly on the couch, perfectly still, back straight, eyes staring at me, and not saying a word. She wore a form fitting black top and black jeans. No makeup or anything, just a tiny porcelain doll, still and staring.

"Sup, kid?" I asked. Not a kid, she's 18 to my 19, but she liked the term of endearment, so I kept it.

"Quinn. Do I scare people?" Lilah asked in a gentle voice. It only a little bit resembles the voice you'd expect from a possessed doll, and, really, it was fine once you got used to it.

"Nah. Maybe some, but not me, so maybe I'm not the person to ask."

"But you're my brother. You can give me an honest answer without being scared I'll eat your soul. Or whatever." She looked down, and my heart broke for her.

"Fuck. C'mere kid." I opened my arms to her and she delicately crossed to my seat and let me hold her. She didn't hold me in return, but she rarely did. So I folded her tiny body into my arms. "Did someone say that about you?"

"Yes. Many people. Friends. Teachers. The mailman." I snorted a laugh, and she broke, giving me a rare genuine smile. My fucking heart ached. For all the enigma and strangeness my sister could project, that smile was stunning.

I sighed. "Then I guess you know the answer. I've thought about it, though. I know the reason, or at least one good one, and you're not gonna like it."

"I can take it."

"Your smile is in the uncanny valley."

She frowned. "Damn. I think I understand, but please elaborate so I don't miss anything."

"So. Uncanny valley. When something is approaching human in appearance, gets close, but not enough to be convincing. Sends a chill up your spine, and there are some fascinating discussions about why that's an instinct we have. Like, was there something that would mimic human appearance in our evolutionary history? The implications. Y'know?"

She gestured for me to continue.

I was gesturing with my hands, and she had moved from my seat. "You have this resting expression, mostly when you talk to people, of a partial smile. A quarter smile would be fine, people would think you're in a good mood maybe. A half smile would make you magnetic for sure. Make people like talking to you, 'cause they'd think they were making a pretty girl smile, doing something right. But it's neither of those things. It's a three eighths smile. And it's hard to tell what it means."

"I'm a pretty girl?" Lilah picked up on that immediately. Her eyes were full of curiosity.

"Why are you latching onto that? Yeah, very, but we're having a conversation. Any questions?"

"This smile?" She relaxed her face into the expression she'd been wearing the whole conversation.

"Yup, that one. I look at that and see my little sister. No biggie. But if I'm trying to be objective, sometimes I look at that and wonder, is she judging me? Is she happy? Does she know something she's not saying? What does it mean?" I shrugged helplessly.

"It doesn't mean anything, though." I shrugged again. "Do I need to change my expression?" Her brow furrowed, the self doubt deepening. Ugh, I hated this.

"Hard habit to break, kid. You're you, and I don't want you to be anyone else. I rather like my tiny little sister." I smiled at her again, and that dial on her smile went to a full half. Good 'nuff.

"What do I do, then?" She asked.

I frowned, rubbing my hand across her back. I might be the only person allowed to have physical contact with her, so I tried to maximize it as much as possible. Humans are social animals, y'know? "What is your goal, from this conversation? To stop being off-putting to people from high school in, like, the last month before graduation?"

Lilah frowned, and thought. And thought. I liked that about her, she was very careful and considerate with her actions. The little wrinkle in her forehead when she got lost in thought was also very cute. I was expecting a good answer from this, my sister is a brilliant person, far beyond me. Highest GPA in her class, and that would typically make her valedictorian for graduation, it did for my class. Strangely, this year, they gave it to the next person in line.

Lilah took a deep breath and said, "I would like to have a plan of action in place for when I move on to college, so that I can make better connections without my inherent characteristics getting in the way. I don't intend to go through college being abnormal and distant and... strange. I would like to appear more normal."

"Okay. That's something we can work with. Hmmm, where to begin?" I wondered aloud.

Her response was too quick. "You should tell me all the unsettling things about me."

"You're not unsettling! To me. And I won't tell you all the things wrong with you, that's horrible!"

"Quinn. I can make your life hell. You will tell me." Her voice was low, threatening, while her eyes darkened and seemed to draw my gaze. I blinked and looked away.

"How?" I squeaked. I couldn't help it, I had to know.

"You want to know how I would ruin you?" She laughed, a wicked little sound, something you'd hear in a horror movie. It carried a weird edge to it.

"Yes." I looked at her again.

Her eyes were black holes, consuming my gaze, tearing at the light and darkening the very room. I swear I could hear multiple voices speaking alongside her, layered together, as she spoke, "Rumors. Rumors based in fact, exaggerated and emphasized to be maybe true, spread to your friend groups, not so terrible that they might abandon you, but that they pity you, are embarrassed for you. That girl who dumped you a few months ago? They'll hear that she was cheating on you, cumming like a whore on another man after withholding sex from you and claiming she was a Christian. They'll find out about the time you got drunk and blacked out, but they'll also hear about how your tiny little sister had to get you to bed and undress you. And you threw up on her, the poor thing! Will Jenna want you after she finds out you used to have wet dreams so often you had to wear special underwear for the mess? And a dozen more besides. And I can do it. I know who the gossips and blabbermouths are in every one of your groups. You've introduced me to all of them because I'm your beloved little sister and you want me to meet new people. You're a very good big brother and I can completely destroy you for it."

We were both quiet when she released me, and the light seemed to return to the room. I was shaken, my soul felt like it had been scooped out, my heart was pounding, I was covered in a layer of sweat, and I was hard as a rock.

"That was amazing..." I whispered.

"Thank you, Quinn. Now, tell me all the reasons why people would be scared of me, please." She said it so seriously. Like she hadn't just done... all of that.

I held up my hands for mercy. "Gimme a minute to recover." She stared, completely unmoving, for three full minutes while I waited for my heart to calm down. Not one blink. "Uhhh, well your eyeballs can consume light apparently, and you can speak in multiple voices. That was terrifying."

"Is that what you experienced just now? Interesting. Go on." She was back to that little smile, like she hadn't done a thing.

"Well your eyes are huge, or they seem to be, and that's fine, but you stare so hard. You give your full attention to the person you're talking to, and that usually comes in the form of a full on stare. Like you're doing now."

"Understood. Continue." She had only moved enough to say those two words.

"Well you're extremely still. No peripheral movements at all, no squirming or fidgeting or adjusting. Still as a stone, full eyed stare, little unreadable smile, all of that combined with the fact you're a tiny beautiful pale girl dressed in black, it's a little like Wednesday Addams mixed with the girl from F. E. A. R. Terrifying and unsettling and..." I trailed off. I'd been a bit too honest.

"And?" She prodded.

"And gorgeous." I shrugged, looking anywhere but at her, admitting my deep dark secret.

"Quinn, I..." She just looked at me for a few seconds. "I can see how much it took for you to say that, and I'm very grateful. I'm not offended, if that makes it better. At any of it. Thank you for being honest."

I just nodded. What the fuck do you say after that? She didn't seem inclined to say anything, either, seeming lost in her own thoughts, and I worried about our relationship a bit. She was my favorite person, I didn't want to damage that with my admission of attraction. "There are good things, though. For instance," my hand shot out and touched the tip of her nose, "Boop." She flinched and blinked, but then smiled. "Most boopable nose ever."

She frowned, "I... don't think that's usable information."

"Yes, but it broke the ice." I pulled her into a hug, and she allowed it, if a little reluctantly.

"Quinn, I'm trying to think."

"Yeah, but I felt awkward and I don't like it."

"You don't have to feel awkward. I told you I'm not offended."

"Feel like a perv. Just wanna be a big brother."

"Oh, don't worry about that." She finally hugged me back. "I don't mind at all. You're the first person to tell me that I'm beautiful, and it feels really nice."

That made sense. She had never dated. Poor girl. "Okay. So, game plan. How to tone it down."

"Yes. Make me normal."

Ew, normal. "First off, don't do what you just did to anyone else, ever."

"Anyone else?"

"I may or may not be totally okay with you doing it to me. That was WILD, and I have questions."

"Not now, Quinn."

"Fair enough. Okay, so I've seen you with other people, a little bit, that's why I took you to D&D and to see Dave's band and stuff. But I wasn't specifically paying attention to you. I need a way to like, give you my full attention while out and about, doing something fun maybe? I want you to be distracted so you're not thinking about all this. So I can really observe when you're doing the thing that makes people fear their own demise." I was kinda going through a mental list of places I would take girls to just have a good time.

"So, a one on one hangout, with an emphasis on paying attention to and learning about the other person, with some definite affection and possibly a little attraction thrown in?" She leaned away from me, eyes boring into me. "Sounds like a date."

I froze. It really did, when she said it like that. "Lilah, I-"

She smiled wide, "I've never been on a date. I would love to go on a date with you, Quinn." She leaned her body back into mine.

The surge of victory I felt right then was intense. The tiny, burning affection I had buried deep, not at all brotherly in its desires, burned brighter.

"Okay. So it's a date," I said quietly, barely able to say the words aloud. "I think I have an idea of what I'd like to do. Can you be ready to go by 7:00?" She looked at the clock. 4:45.

"Yes. I can do that."

"Okay, off you go. I'm gonna wait for Mom to get home. Gotta steal some cash." Lilah laughed and left to go upstairs.

My mom was home a little while later, and I gave her a few minutes to relax before approaching.

"Hey, lil dude. What's up?" My mom gave me her crinkly smile, a bit tired from work but happy to see me as always. She always reminded me of Kuwabara's big sister from Yu Yu Hakusho. Affectionately not giving a shit. "That look! Who'd you knock up?"

I grinned at her attempt to unbalance me, but her daughter was too good at that. I was un-unbalanceable. "No one this week. The twins from last week count for double." She rolled her eyes. "I need some cash. Lilah and I are going out."

My mom's smile was radiant and proud, "Oh hell yeah, that little girl needs to get the fuck out of the house sometimes. Any particular thing y'all are up to?"

She was chill. She was cool. This would go well. "Kinda... a date?"

"You're gonna have to explain."

"Ugh. She's self conscious about her... everything. Her creepy doll-ness. I told her I need to see her walking around and doing stuff to see if I could help. We mostly hang out here, y'know, and when I've taken her out before it was with a group, and I wasn't paying attention. So I said I needed to hang out with her out of the house and pay attention. She called it a date." I shrugged, my eyes far from my mom's.

She thought for a while. "So, it's like a practice run, with some research thrown in. Hands to yourself?" She looked at me suspiciously.

"Of course!" I exclaimed, goddamned mortified. I guess I was unbalanceable after all.

Her look melted into a grin, "Just messing with you, Quinn. I like the idea, it's Lilah's speed. You'll be her training wheels, like always. When she stares, just a little gentle nudge should do it. Don't bring a ton of attention to it, she'll get all up in her head."

I nodded, cataloguing that advice. "What do you mean, training wheels?"

My mom smiled affectionately, "You've done this before. Helped her get comfortable with stuff. You set up a little school and made me be the teacher so she could be comfortable enough to go to kindergarten. You made her run through her whole monologue in front of you and your friends to help her with that Shakespeare thing she had to do for drama class. It gets hard for her to do new things without her big brother to guide her." She shrugged. "It's cute."

I honestly didn't realize that's how it looked to her. "Thanks, mom," I said, bashful but happy.

"So how much money do you need, you think? $100?" I shrugged and nodded. She handed me five twenties from her purse. "Now go get ready. You're making me miss my show," she said with a smile, opening a streaming app. Her smile was teasing now.

"Just lying to your son to make him go away. I see how it is."

"Lying to my son to make him go get ready to date my daughter, specifically." She paused, "Wine. Wine sounds good."

I went upstairs to get dressed while she went to the kitchen to acquire a buzz.

I settled on jeans and a button up, with the sleeves rolled up. I have wavy hair, and I slicked it back with a bit of mousse, so it would stay but not look gelled. I looked like a guy. Literally any one of them. Even I could lose track of me in a crowd. I threw on a watch for extra fanciness and tried not to pace.

Eventually the thinking started. What did this mean, if anything? Why did my heart hurt? The scary little thing that was my sister was so beautiful it hurt sometimes. I was just trying to help, but this new twist to things had my emotions in a knot. Yes, I was attracted to her, but I was just getting her comfortable with dating and helping her figure out how to normalize her mannerisms. That's all. I had to set my own attraction to the side.

I was vibrating on the couch next to my mom by 6:30, almost bouncing, a deep dread and an unquenchable happiness warring inside me. "You're gonna explode if you don't chill out, Quinn. I know it's a little odd, but you'll be fine." She was looking at me with the legitimate concern she rarely showed.

I gave in, "Mom. I... feel weird. Achy." She was the ONLY person I could tell about this.

She pulled me into a hug. "Oh, Quinn." She was carefully looking straight ahead as she asked, "Do you have a little crush on her?" I nodded, jaw clenched. "And she didn't know and just casually called it a date." I nodded again. Lilah knew I was attracted to her, but that was it. "And now you're thinking about how much it'll hurt when she actually does date, after this makes it all worse." One more nod, body locked with dread. My mom's earlier comments about being her training wheels had opened my eyes to the path this would inevitably take, Lilah innocently using me to get comfortable with others, and then she would leave. After I got just a taste of the Lilah that I wanted most of all.

She pet my hair, "It's not your fault, Quinn. You've taken care of your little sister since forever. You've been the best big brother anyone could ask for, and your feelings aren't abnormal, I had a lil crush on my dad. But you'll eventually have to let go, just a little bit. Let her fall if she needs to. And just be there, as a good big brother."

"Her big brother. And that's it." I said, mostly to myself.

"And that's it." She confirmed, and she was accepting and understanding and everything I needed right then. I was grateful that my mom was so cool. So grateful.

I had composed myself by the time 7:00 came, but I wasn't ready. Lilah walked casually into the living room in a classic tiny goth girl outfit, but she added her own flair to make it even more stunning. Short, low cut black dress with a pleated skirt, knee high black socks, black flats. She carried a black clutch with roses dripping little drops of blood printed on it. She had a pair of black and white metal bangles on each wrist, a necklace with the same dripping rose on it, and one of her three pairs of earrings matched the rose as well. Her piercings are placed on the top edge, center back, and earlobes of each ear, and the roses were in the center back piercings. The tops were a wide black band that followed the curve of her ears for half an inch or so. The earlobes sported dangly earrings, clear crystal suspended in black wire. The crystals clacked a little as she walked. Her makeup was light, made to emphasize her pale skin. Her lips were bright red, and she had added angular cateye makeup that made her eyes draw me in more, somehow. Her hair was loose, spilling over her shoulders in thick black waves, with a single white bow on the side for contrast.

"You look nice, Quinn," she said, smiling at me like it was any normal day, like her outfit wasn't stunning, like she wasn't so beautiful I wanted to melt.

"God damn, little girl. You know how to accessorize." My mom laughed.

"Oh, hi mom!" Lilah said with a shy smile. "Didn't see you there."

"S'okay, you're allowed to be distracted. But gimme a hug before your first date." My mom held out her arms, a half empty wine glass in one hand, and Lilah allowed herself to be squashed in there. My mom also gave me a sympathetic smile, feeling pain on my behalf.

When Lilah pulled away, she turned to me, "How do I look?" She asked with that strange little smile on her lips, eyes piercing.

Nope. Don't be honest. Dial it back, be the big brother. "You look beautiful. So, so beautiful." I told her. Good enough.

She smiled happily. "Thank you." Lilah strolled forward, confidently taking my arm. "So what will we be doing tonight?"

Deep breath. No biggie. "Dinner at that Thai place on Carmine, and then the county fair. Not super, uh, romantic or whatever, but the point is interaction and fun."

"Sounds fun to me." She was staring up at me, eyes locked on mine, as she said, "Bye Mom." I couldn't look away as the door closed behind us. I could hear my mom laughing inside, so she wasn't offended.

"Being honest Lilah, I don't know if this kind of stare is off putting or something else," I said.

"Let me know when you figure it out. And what that something else is."

We were by my car by now. Lilah didn't drive, yet, and I took her most places she needed to go. Still, I opened the car door for her, and immediately averted my gaze as she went to sit. That dress was pretty short.

"Such a gentleman," she said with a cherry red smile when I joined her in the car. Or was it blood red? I gulped.

"Just trying to set an example," I said with an awkward chuckle.

"You seem nervous, but you said you weren't scared of me. Can you tell me which thing is the most disturbing, right now? Am I too still?" She tried to kind of move around, be fidgety, but it was like a mannequin controlled by a robot, smooth movements and sudden stops.

"Ugh, no it's not any of that. Just nervous about being on a date with my little sister." That was close enough to the truth to be plausible.

"Oh! Well you can pretend I'm not, if that helps. I'd like the full experience anyway, so if you act like you barely know me, that might be better." She said it so earnestly it made me smile.

"I can do that." I turned to face her, "You look lovely, Lilah, and I'm very happy you agreed to come out with me tonight."

She blushed and smiled and I was hit with a surge of elation. "Thank you, Quinn. I'm excited for our date."

Taking the cue, I pulled out from the curb. Onwards! To Thai food!

The restaurant was nice, mid range on price but definitely date worthy. We were seated soon enough and I pretended not to know about her hobbies.

"Oh! I got into cosplay recently." She said. I'd helped her with the first two, and her third had been kept secret so far, so I played along. I wanted to know what it was!

"Oh, what characters have you done so far?"

She lit up at the question, "I'm a very petite girl, so I like to lean into that with my character choices. You know the little pink haired girl from Bleach? Yachiru? She hangs out on that big guy's back. She was my first, and it was pretty easy, so I went to a convention and people liked it! It was really the first time I didn't feel out of place, and I loved it."

I remembered her coming home that day. She was so animated and excited, like a completely different persona, and even just talking about it now, her dread stillness had melted away, into a much more natural looking movement, with hand gestures and everything. I filed that information away for later.

She told me about her second costume, going for Rukia herself. "Rukia is small, too, so I figured, why not? I don't think it worked that well, though. People weren't as excited."

"Why's that, you think?"

"I don't know, only a few people talked to me. They seemed to think the costume itself was good, maybe she's just not a popular character." She shrugged.

"Bubbly pink girl versus gloomy pale ice girl. I could see it."

"Honestly, I think it was me. I was mostly just being me when I was in character as Rukia. She's too much like me and I'm scary."

That thought had occurred to me, for sure. "It's possible. Maybe that's a style you should avoid, something that's too much like you, if you want to really be in character."

"Maybe I should always be in character," she said quietly, eyes downcast. Damn, this is what I was worried about. She felt like she couldn't be herself, when I was just trying to help her identify the specific pieces that could be causing people to distance themselves from her. Maybe I should just be helping her find people that would accept her how she was? But this was her request.

I split the difference. "You don't have to be in character with me, I like the spooky vibes. With that lipstick you seem a little like a vampire. I like it a lot. But I can help you work on a kind of persona for you to use when you feel you need to. Until you can find a group that'll accept all the vibes. Y'know?"

Her smile was genuine, but she still scolded me, "Thank you, Quinn. But that's a big brother thing, not a date thing. You were going to ask me about my next project."

Clearing my throat, I settled back into my engaged hotboy date persona. It was exactly like me, but I pretended not to know anything about her. But I actually didn't know this one. "Ooh, tell me the next one you have planned!"

"It's super out of my wheelhouse. The last two were pretty easy, black robes, a sword or two, a wig, a little bit of sewing and accessories. Normal stuff. This one... I'm a little scared of. There's so much going on with her outfit, and it's VERY revealing."

Oh shit. "Now you have to tell me! That smile alone says it'll be fantastic."

She couldn't hold back a giggle, so excited about the thing she was daring to do. "Okay. Uh. Have you ever played Genshin Impact?" I nodded, my eyes widening. Lots of revealing stuff there. "I'm gonna try for Mona."

I almost died, and that's when the food arrived. I didn't even notice it, really, as I was busy being stunned while she laughed. Mona was miles and miles away from the characters she'd done so far, and that outfit was entirely revealing. Holy cow.

Okay, picture a sexy witch. Make her skinnier, shorter, but with a tiny, bubbly butt wrapped in leggings. You can just look it up, but I have to emphasize the butt. Bubbly and squeezable if she wasn't, y'know, animated. Giant eyes, too, so it worked for Lilah.

I was now squirming as my dick hardened at the thought. "That's. A very good character, I love her story arc and have never ever thought about her in any other way at all," I lied.

Lilah laughed again, "I'm sure you haven't. There are so many accessories and little decorations, though, it's going to take forever to finish making that costume." She watched me and couldn't stop smiling as I tried to process the image of my little sister in that outfit.

I finally smelled the food and we dug in. Thai curry is our favorite, and we each got different kinds and shared a little bit. That was a habit from us being siblings, but it was one we weren't willing to give up for this date thing.

"Aww the red curry is so much better than the green at this place." She said around a bite of food. I had ordered the red curry.

I smiled at her, "Normally it's the other way around. I love how every place makes it a little different. Never feels like the same dish."

"Okay, pulling the sister card, I'm stealing half. That's too good." She helped herself, spooning some more of my curry onto her rice.

"Hey! I thought you wanted the full experience!"

"I do. And this way I'll get full of the better curry."

"That's not what that means and you know it."

She shrugged, "I know. But I have to keep you on your toes and vigilant. Keep your eyes on me."

"Like I could look anywhere else."

She met my gaze, again with that little smile, and just held it. "Would you like half of mine to make up for the blatant theft?" She eventually asked.

Hers was still pretty good. I didn't mind. But there was more flirting to be done, hidden in that offer. "I'll take half of yours, but you owe me."

"I'm in your debt, hmm? Whatever will you do to collect?" Lilah's dark eyes sparkled.

My heart was pounding. "We'll have to see as the night progresses. Plenty of ways to make good on a debt while on a date with a pretty girl."

"Don't take advantage of me, I'm just an innocent little thing. I practically look like a child!" Her eyes were suddenly wide and round and innocent.

I chuckled, "You're small, but I think you'll fill out that Mona costume just fine."

She dropped the innocent eyes, mouth quirked upwards in a smile that was just a little sultry, "Oh I already know I will. I got the bodice done and it's... well. Not for a first date." Definitely sultry.

"I'll have to keep you interested, then. Get that second date."

"I do owe you..."

"You do. For the curry."

"For the curry."

"That feels like a fair trade, then. A second date to make up for your theft."

"Fair, indeed."

"And that costume, not a first date thing, but maybe something I could see on the second... Just to see how it's coming along."

"Maaayybe. No promises."

She took a sip from her water and looked away, and the spell was broken. We did a lot more staring as we finished our meal, but we did eventually finish and pay. I was quiet and excited as we walked to the car for the second half of the date.

"Thank you for dinner. It was lovely," Lilah said once we were in the car.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Are you having a good time so far?"

"The best." She blinked and kind of switched back to little sister mode. "Thank you for all of this, Quinn. It really feels like a date and I'm so happy. Are you collecting good data?"

Shit. The whole reason for the date was for me to see where she was being unsettling. But I didn't see it at all! Everything she did was lovely! I resolved to be better for the next half.

"Some. I'll admit to being a bit distracted... by the good food! I'll be better at the fair, I think."

"Okay. I trust you, Quinn. Take your time, even if you never figure out how to help me, I'm having fun."

Looking at her, she did seem a bit more lively. Mainly, she was a little squirmy, and that was good! People squirm! Good job, Lilah! The eye contact was still intense, and that three eighths smile was right there. But without the stillness, they were better.

I told her that.

"Oh," she said, turning red. "I'll... I'll keep that in mind."

"Why are you squirming, anyway?"

She glared, "That's not something you ask a lady." But then the glare was gone and she was smiling enigmatically again.

I wanted to ask more questions, but we arrived, and the sibling talks ended. As soon as we got out, she took my hand as date-Lilah, wearing a smile that looked just a little flirty, and definitely different from her resting enigma smile. This was fine, I liked flirty.

I paid for our admission, and we wandered around. She had reapplied her lipstick in the car, a process that was absolutely fascinating to my horny brain, and she looked sensual as she licked soft serve ice cream from a cone. She absolutely made far too much eye contact, and the tension was suddenly dialed up another notch or two.

She cheered for me as I played the carnival games, and I finally won her a stuffed tiger in the game where you knock down cans with a ball. I played baseball in high school, that one was practically cheating.

"Aww, I love him." She held up the knockoff Tigger. The kid she immediately offloaded him onto looked terrified. "Hey, can you keep this for me, foreverrrr?" She made intense eye contact with him. He just nodded and took it, the color draining from his face, while his big sister didn't even look up from her phone. Lilah turned back to me with a smile, "Sorry, didn't want to carry it around everywhere."

"Oh I get it completely. But that kid will think he has to literally hold that tiger forever or he will die." I was barely holding back my laughter.

"Oh, shit." I laughed now, because she rarely swore. "So that's what you mean. But I was just doing the same thing I do with you."

"Yeah that's what I'm saying, I'm not a good person to be asking. I grew up with you, and I like when you look at me like that."

"You do, hmm?" I nodded. "You win date points for that, but the experiment isn't going that well, I think."

"Maybe we just need more dates to figure it out."

"You want more than the two you've already earned?" I shrugged. "You're gonna have a ton of date points then."

"I'll wanna know what I can exchange those for at some point," I said, my heart pounding once more.

"I'll let you know once I have an idea." Her cheeks were flushed. I was just surprised at how quickly and easily sibling banter could turn into flirting.

We wandered from rides to games and back for a few hours. After the maize maze, I found myself separated from Lilah, so I stood on a stack of hay bales to look around, a tad panicked. She appeared behind me, as she does sometimes. Absolutely silent, she was simply there.

"I really shouldn't be up here. My dress is really short. Is there a reason we need to be up here?"

I proceeded to jump out of my own skin for a second. I wasn't expecting her light, papery voice at that moment, and, coming from behind me, it added to the natural spookiness of my little sister. Then what she said filtered through and I was hard again. The whiplash! The horror-niness!

"Just looking for you, Lilah," I said, my voice as calm as I could make it.

She frowned, pressing against me for stability as one hand held her skirt down in the light breeze, "I would've found you soon enough."

"Oh. Well, I always think I blend into the crowd too well."

"What does that mean?" Her brow was furrowed, and she seemed concerned.

I shrugged. "We all get self conscious. Sometimes I feel like one of a million. Standard. A little boring."

"Oh. Quinn, I never knew that." She gave me a hug, initiating the hug for the first time that I could recall. Another breeze hit and I frantically pressed her skirt down to the backs of her thighs while she hugged me. "Thank you for that," she said. Now two of my fingers were high up on bare flesh on the backs of her thighs. My erection throbbed, and Lilah was still pressed against me. I did the awkward move where I thrust my butt backwards, creating a weird gap between us, trying to keep her from feeling my dick in my pants. She clicked her tongue but didn't say anything.

I eventually helped her down from the hay bales, which amounted to me clamping an arm around her lower thighs and skirt, and another around her waist, and just carrying her down like a shrieking, giggling mannequin. Her breasts were pressed into the side of my head in the process, but that was a sacrifice I was willing to make for her modesty.

"Quinn, I'm sorry I never asked enough about you to know you felt that way," she said a few minutes later as we walked. She was holding my hand again. "If it makes you feel any better, I've never lost you in a crowd, and you've always stood out to me." I watched her cheeks flush as she said, "I didn't even notice Mom in the room when I came downstairs. Only really saw you."

I was elated. To be accepted like that, to have one of my biggest fears heard without judgement, and have it refuted, I felt really loved. "Thank you, Lilah. Means a lot."

She squeezed my hand with her tiny one and we did other stuff for a bit. I was able to replicate my earlier feat with the baseball, but this time with the ring toss. After a few tries, I had figured out the trick, and I won a stuffed frog.

Lilah accepted it, staring into the frog's beaded eyes like it possessed the wisdom of the ages, "Okay. I will give you to a kid and won't frighten them."

"Maybe ask the parents first?"

"I can do that." She spied a couple with a girl who looked five or six. The girl was crying because her dad wasn't going to let her play any more games. Perfect targets. Lilah closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and her whole persona changed. She carried herself slightly differently, and she had her head cocked to the side a little. She went through a few motions silently, a little rehearsal, and then she was off.

She flounced over to the mom, all bubbly and smiley, "Hi! I saw that your little girl was crying. My boyfriend, that one over there, hi babe! He won me this frog, and I don't really wanna carry it around for the rest of our time, and I thought this little one might like it. Is it okay if I give this to her?"

The mom shrugged, caught off guard but not alarmed, "Uh, sure, you can ask her, I don't see why not."

Grinning, Lilah turned to the little girl, who was watching her with big eyes, and bent down just a bit. "Hi! I got this frog from the boy over there, and he said it was okay if I gave it away to someone who needed it more than me. Would you like it?" The little girl nodded and sniffled, distracted from her dad's decree by the new gift. Lilah handed off the stuffy with a smile, and flounced away. I had moved around a corner to give us privacy as she approached.

"I did it!" She said excitedly, throwing herself into my arms. "Quinn, they weren't scared of me!"

I loved the press of her body against mine, and there was just no way to hide my erection now. I didn't make a big deal out of it, just enjoying the affection.

"You did an amazing job. I'm proud of you, Lilah."

"Thank you thank you thank you!" She said into my chest.

"What, I didn't-"

"Yes! You did!" She looked up at me and her eyes were blazing. Pride and happiness and gratitude, and I couldn't be happier. When she pulled me down and kissed me, it got even better. It was chaste, as kisses go, just a three or four second press of her lips on mine, but my heart was pounding in my throat and I couldn't talk if I tried. "Thank you, Quinn." She said, much more calmly, though her eyes were still sparkling radiantly, twinkling despite the darkness of their depths. I could almost see a galaxy of stars in those eyes, though maybe I was just starstruck. "You pointed out how scary I was to that kid before, you helped me be aware of it, and I'm comfortable enough with you to try a mask to fit the situation. Thank you."

I just held her, let her enjoy the elation. When she calmed down enough to keep walking, I asked, "Is a mask what you really want from this? Isn't it better to be yourself?"

Lilah was thoughtful as we strolled around. "It might be. Or it might not. I'd like to think of masks as tools to use to fit a situation, and I need to develop them before I go out into the real world and suddenly can't do an interview or hold a job. I have to be honest with myself: people who aren't you, and maybe a few others I haven't met yet, will find me unnerving. Possibly even scary. It's okay. I can be myself around you, and I'll find more people eventually. Just... stay close, please."

"I guess that's a pretty healthy way to think about it. I like it." We walked along for a while before I couldn't resist. "You kissed me."

"I did," she replied. I caught her sneaking looks at me, and we both started laughing. "I'll admit, I'm re-evaluating some things. It felt really good to kiss you, and... that flirting at the restaurant was very effective."

"Effective for what?"

"Intriguing me. Making me want more. Even though it's you, or maybe because it's you? It's all a little tangled."

"I'm glad I'm not the only one," I said with a racing heart. I was stunned. Baffled. I actually had a chance with Lilah. I shouldn't want that, but I did.

We spent the last of our time at the fair just talking, enjoying each other's company. It was sweet and my heart was full.

"Whew," I said as we got in the car. "That was a lot of walking."

"I know! And I take almost two steps for every one of yours." She took off her flats, there in the car, and I realized those were probably bad shoes for walking so far.

"Would you like a foot massage? I need some quiet time before I start driving anyway."

She smiled and stretched one socked foot across the console, blushing as her skirt rose just a bit. That skirt had been a hell of a tease for the whole date, ruffling and rising up just a bit in the breeze. I never got a glimpse of what lay under it, and now she was holding it down. She caught me looking for sure, but those blood red lips just smiled.

I took her little foot in my hand and began massaging it. She immediately sighed in relief, leaning back against the car door.

"Would it feel better without the sock, you think?" I asked. She shrugged and nodded, lifting her leg a bit more so I could take her knee high sock off. It was suddenly much more tense as I reached for her knee and slowly, slowly peeled that black sock down. Not because of the eroticism of feet, though with hers I could understand it a bit, but from the electricity of taking her clothes off, even such an innocent article of clothing. I was stripping my little sister.

I took my time massaging her, and her eyes were soon closed. Her hand had fallen away from her skirt, and her thighs parted just a bit, and I'll admit I spent a while looking up at the mysterious darkness between my sister's pale thighs. I moved on from her foot, and she didn't complain as I massaged her toned calves. She loved to dance in her free time, mostly in her room, though I'd seen it often enough. As a result, her legs were strong and sleek.

So I massaged up to her knee, earning little moans that only sounded a little bit sensual. That little bit was plenty, and I was erect the entire time. Once I finished up to her knee, I tapped her to get her to switch legs. She did so, almost carelessly, a single hand directly over her sex keeping the skirt from showing that but putting everything else on display. She seemed to be concentrating her attention on anything but me while I enjoyed the gorgeous display of pale thighs in the light of my car.

Was the car darker somehow?

If my previous sock removal had been laden with sexual tension, this was electric. I let my hands caress her leg, to the bottom of her skirt and earned a little gasp for my troubles, before I trailed my fingers back down over those thighs. To the sock. Eyes locked on hers, I peeled it down and off. She wore that little confusing smile the whole time, and she was so very squirmy. I wanted to see beneath that skirt, to taste her pussy. I couldn't think.

I set to the task of the massage, and the moans seemed louder this time. Even more sensual. But perhaps she was just not holding them in. I took my time again, but eventually finished with her foot and moved to her calf. Her dark, dark eyes were open more often this time, meeting my gaze and making sounds of approval before closing them again and resting her head against the door.

I reached her knee and gently caressed that area, not wanting to be done but having nothing more to massage. My caresses wandered up a little, to her thigh, both inner and outer, and she spread her legs just a little, and then a little more. My eyes moved from hers to look at the flesh that was newly exposed. Not a glimpse of panties, but the junction between her thighs was still hidden. Barely. The pretense was gone, I was just touching my sister's legs, and she was just letting me. Would she let me go higher? Should I? I did, just a bit.

I looked back at her face to see her biting her lip, body oddly tense and hands clenched into little fists. My hands were so high on her thigh, under her skirt, maybe inches from her pussy. With a deep breath I withdrew, slowly pulling my hands away, letting it all simmer. She smiled happily and glared angrily at the same time, and I don't know what that meant, but it seemed so dark now. She closed her legs and made herself more modest, leaning close to me in the process.

"Thank you, my feet feel much better," she said, her voice flat.

"Of c-" she leaned in and kissed me, and this one was not chaste. Her tongue tentatively tangled with mine and we both moaned at the contact. The intimacy. She soon gained confidence, and seemed to want to consume me, and so I was consumed. I lost track of time as I fell into her gravity, like before when she had threatened me on the couch. I couldn't pull away if I wanted to. I didn't want to, though, just enjoying the incredible electricity of making out with my beloved sister, and the fear that came with it, with not being able to escape that kiss. She eventually pulled away, breaking the kiss and releasing me, though I was dazed for a while.

Eventually she prodded me, "Quinn. Quinn! Wake up. We need to leave! The fair is done. I really need to get home. I think we went too far." Her voice was so tight, like she was begging.

"Too far? You kissed me!"

"That's not what I mean." She didn't elaborate. She was holding her purse in a white knuckled grip, the leather creaking.

I checked the clock on the dash, at least an hour had passed since I started massaging her legs. I had teased the hell out of her, apparently. She was watching me, eyes dark and body tense. I could swear the darkness was pulsating, little tendrils of shadow reaching for me. But that was crazy.

All that time, I was so wrapped up in kissing Lilah that I didn't notice my own arousal, but now it was self evident, throbbing in my pants furiously. I wondered if that's what Lilah was dealing with, in her own strange way. Maybe there really was something spooky happening to her?

With a gulp, I put the car in gear and started the drive home. Next to me, Lilah was squirming and making sounds of frustration.

"So, uh, what did you think of your first date?" I asked, trying to distract her from... whatever was going on. The tendrils of shadow were kinda distracting, and I was struggling to convince myself they were imaginary.

"It was excellent. I enjoyed nearly every part of it." Her voice was so strained. Like she was grinding the words out.

"Nearly?"

Nothing.

"Lilah? What didn't you like?"

The darkness inside the cab of my Toyota suddenly spread, all shadows exaggerating and stretching. I could see out, could see everything, yet it was so dark. "You didn't take my invitation." I looked over, and I couldn't read that damn smile, but her voice dropped a lot. It felt like it was in my ear, husky and deep... and layered, like a few voices saying the same thing in a slightly different way at the same time.

"W-what invitation?"

"I opened my legs. You didn't take the invitation, and now I need to cum. I wanted to know if someone else's hands could feel better than my own. I wanted you to touch me, Quinn. And the kissing afterwards just made it woooorse." It felt like her tongue was in my ear, deep deep in my ear, but she was just sitting in her seat, talking. On the last word I felt that tongue lick my brain, making me gasp. Red light. I turned to look at her, those dark, glittering eyes like galaxies, but also black holes, sucking all light from the car. Her tiny, beautiful form had turned to face me once more, leaning against the car door. "Quinn. Big brotherrrrr. I need to cummmm. WE need to cum." Were the windows shaking, or was I shaking? I'm going to assume the second one.

"What do I-"

"Find a place to pull over."

The fair was in the middle of nowhere. The county fairgrounds were built in a part of town that never really built up around it, so it really wasn't hard to find a secluded spot. Heart pounding, erection straining against my pants, I put the car in park.

"What would you like me to do?"

"Tooouucchhh meeee," she crooned, opening her legs again. Shouldn't I be able to see her panties from here? The darkness under her skirt refused to retreat.

No biggie, just a quick psychotic break, that's what was happening. My sister was NOT a deeply arousing... shadow monster? Lovecraftian god? My cock throbbed in time with the fear.

"Backseat?" I asked, mind racing.

"Whyyyyy? There's plenty of rooooomm." Indeed there was. I could crawl from the driver's seat to the junction between her thighs without issue in the suddenly stretched cab of my little car, stretching hundreds of feet in every direction. There was no shortage of space, we could do anything. Anything Lilah wanted.

So I crawled. Crawled the thirty or so feet that suddenly stretched between us, while she enjoyed the anticipation. She had asked for my hands, but I would ask this lovely creature, this creature of darkness, if I could use my tongue instead.

"You may," The now many voices of Lilah cooed, though I hadn't yet asked. Each one of those voices delivered the line differently: teasing, slutty, sultry, needy, angry. Any way I could imagine. I reached her, finally, and her legs parted for me. Somehow, she was still leaning against the car door as I reached up under her skirt and performed the surprisingly mundane (though super hot) task of removing her panties. "Do you like them, big brother?" She whispered, and whispered, and whispered. I looked down to see a silky black thong, the gusset soaked through. "I wore them for you."

"They're so hot," I answered honestly. I should be panicking. I should. But I've never been harder or hornier in my life. She could have my soul, my little sister was worthy. I just wanted her to cum, to have the honor of making this beautiful creature cum.

"You still think I'm beautiful?" She asked, and it was like the feeling of goosebumps across my body, but they weren't from a biological reaction to my thoughts, but instead like every pore was being stroked to erection by a tiny hand.

"More than ever."

"You don't fear me?"

"I'm so afraid. But I'm so aroused. And I trust you, Lilah. Be you, like I said. Just be you, for me. And, afraid or not, I'll make you cum. I'd love to." The words just poured from me. I don't know what I had to offer her other than my words.

"Quinn," her voice cut back to normal, the voice of my little sister, and she was choked up. She smiled at me, and it was like the sun coming out for a second. "I love you so much." She caressed my face tenderly. "Now make me cum!" And the voice was back, bringing the darkness with it. I could still see all of my sister, but the darkness was above her and behind her and it had weight to it.

"May I... see?" I asked.

"Oh shit, yeah," she said, somewhere between the normal Lilah voice and the smooth, multi-layered one. And I could tell the shadows under her skirt had withdrawn, out of the corner of my eye. I looked up for a second to control the involuntary laugh, I didn't want to be laughing when I saw her pussy for the first time. Inexperienced eldritch gods are cute, I guess. "I can hear those thoughts. The little one is fighting me, okay?"

"Hey. Don't be self conscious, not with me. It was just cute. You're adorable, always have been." Fully centered, I finally looked down.

I don't know what I expected. Something with tendrils? It was just the sexiest pink pussy you could ever ask for. A little tuft of black hair was visible over the otherwise shaved pussy, and she was open and wet, begging for attention.

"God damn you're beautiful."

"Mmm thank you," Lilah said, the many layered voice back in control.

"I'd like to take my time, if that's okay?"

"Yessss," she hissed. I leaned down and pulled Lilah fully onto her back. I could just mount her here... "Don't tempt me, Quinn. Soon. But that is for the little one, at least at first."

So there was a difference between this Lilah and the girl I grew up with. They weren't completely the same creature. That would explain the layered voice and Lilah's own fighting each other for control. These were the things I was thinking as I finally made contact with her quivering thighs. My tongue licked up the trail of juices, flowing from her pussy, and it might've been supernaturally delicious, or maybe I was just horny. I can't tell.

The moan Lilah made as I finally placed my tongue on her pussy was intense. Deeper than my consciousness could fully appreciate, the sound reached into my bones and whispered sexy things into the very marrow. My arousal was driven higher and higher as I carefully licked my sister's delicious pussy.

I wasn't the most experienced at giving oral sex, but I took to it with gusto, giving my wonderful, terrifying sister and the maybe eldritch god living inside her as much pleasure as I was able. I thrust my tongue inside her, rubbing her clit with my thumb, and she moaned. She pulled at her nipples through her dress, and I wanted to see them so badly. So badly that her dress vanished, apparently. "Look!" She groaned. "Am I beautiful, Quinn?" Those breasts, surprisingly large on her tiny body, were capped with perfect, light pink nipples.

"Stunning," I whispered directly to her pussy, licking furiously. "Perfect." I pushed a finger inside, and she cried out in pleasure. "Never change," I added a second finger, both curled upwards to her g-spot, and firmly licked her clit as I drove at that spot over and over with my fingers. Oh! There are the tendrils, wrapping around my fingers inside of her pussy and pressing my fingers into that spot with more force. I couldn't see them at all, but they were strong. What would that feel like caressing my cock?

"Ungh!" Lilah moaned, and the sharpness of that sound made me feel like I was losing my mind. That would be okay, Lilah would take care of me. But I hadn't made her cum yet, so insanity wasn't ideal.

Or was I already insane?

"Quinnnnnn, I'm going to cummmm," Lilah moaned. I rode the waves of power flowing from her and just ate her pussy like her life depended on it. Mine probably actually did depend on it, but that was fine. I had decided to trust her, and I would continue to do so.

Finally, with a painful shriek, she came, and I kept up the brutal pace with my tongue and fingers, driving her higher, my sexy little sister writhing and begging for more. Finally, screaming loudly enough to make my brain hurt directly, she squirted on my face. It was a lot, but not a supernatural amount, and I fucking drank it down. "So fucking tasty, little sister," I whispered into her pussy again as she started to come down.

I could see the infinite space becoming finite, but, y'know what? It was really fucking sexy in here. Lilah was wet, absolutely soaked, and I took some of that lubrication and spread it to her ass. I rubbed that drenched, puckered hole with my finger, and I could see the space waver. Expand or contract?

"What are you doing, Quinnnnnn?" She asked, the many layers of her voice each doing different, naughty things to my brain. A single shot of cum fired into my pants and she giggled. That sound was wild, in the way it bounced around the space, each piece of the giggle bouncing differently.

"I want to make you cum again. I've been with two girls, and one of them came really hard from me playing with her butt. Can I play with your butt, Lilah? Here, where it's private, and I can properly delight in you? Worship you?"

She breathed deeply, pleased with my request, "You may. It... wouldn't be my first time playing that way. The little one has, anyway." Lilah, little Lilah, the human girl, played with her ass? Fuck, that was hot. "Do you want to see, Quinn?" She asked. I nodded, and Lilah turned over.

I was stunned by the booty she had to display. Mona cosplay was exactly right, she had a tiny bubble butt that fit just right in my hungry hands. Her butthole was tight, winking, and moist with pussy juice.

I didn't ask, I just dove in. Let her smite me, it's been a good run. She didn't though, she just enjoyed my tongue as it wriggled against her asshole, eventually sliding past the tight ring and into her hot, squeezing ass. She was moaning and circling her hips now, two fingers playing with her clit.

"Nuh uh," I said with my tongue otherwise occupied, taking her fingers off. Have you ever seen a horny eldritch being pout at you? Highly recommend, super cute.

I obligingly replaced those fingers with my thumb, while driving my fingers into her pussy and my tongue into her ass. It should be tough, balancing all the things I was doing, but this place was fracturing my mind pretty good. Convenient for multitasking! I reached my other hand down and finally got to appreciate those little tits, and man they were delightful.

Fully occupied orally and manually, I drove her on to orgasm. She was a helpless, multidimensional puddle below me, howling and begging for what I was already striving to give her. Finally, she came on me, much stronger than before as I stimulated every part of her that I could reach. Lilah was shrieking again, clawing at my pants with her little human fingers, and I was glad she was too occupied to just undress me magically. That was for 'the little one', as the eldritch being called my little sister.

She squirted on me again, and this one was supernatural in volume, Lilah's perfect little pussy releasing a deluge of girlcum that could drown me if I wasn't licking her ass at that moment, safely out of the way. Again, I kept up the pace until she began to calm down. The screams stopped, though the echoes took a few more minutes, and each brought a sexy little aftershock rippling through her little body as it bounced back to us. Once those were gone, she was finally done, and Lilah relaxed on the ground, purring contentedly. Literally purring.

I moved up to cuddle her, and this time my clothes did vanish. I froze.

"Just... just for cuddles. Contact." Lilah the eldritch monstrosity said, exhausted and cummed out. Happy enough, I pulled her into my arms and snuggled her. I didn't grind my dick on the godlike creature... too often. "You take liberties," Lilah said with a sultry laugh, one that had fewer layers to it than before.

"What do I call you?" I asked.

"I am Lilah. But more so."

"Lilah the Greater? Lilah Supreme? Big Lils?"

Her laugh echoed off stars. "I like Big Lils."

"Will I be okay, after? I feel... breaky."

"Allow the little one to care for you. She is eager to do so. Now, shh. Lemme rest, damnit."

I just snuggled my little sister, and more than my little sister, cock throbbing angrily against her perfect butt, and watched the space slowly contract.

Big Lils turned in my arms to face me as the space got smaller, almost resembling a car. "Thank you, Quinn." Her voice was almost normal. "You accepted me. More than that, you loved me more as you saw more of who I am. Of course, this isn't all that I am, but I feel like you would love that too."

"Will I see you again?" I asked, feeling a little panicked at the idea of her vanishing.

"Of course. As long as Lilah yet lives and you do not request that I leave."

"Me?"

"You. If you ask it, I will release your sister fully."

"I-"

She silenced me with a kiss. "Consider it. And thank you, Quinn. I came soooo good." Lilah stretched, her back arching languidly as she squealed at the sensation. "Ugh, I love human bodies. See you later, sexy boy."

And I was back in my car, Lilah next to me, both of us fully clothed and dry, though rumpled enough to make it clear they had been removed.

"Holy shit she's real," Lilah said, my Lilah, with her perfectly normal creepy voice.

"Uh huh," I laughed. I didn't mean to laugh. "She's really cool, too." I meant that part.

Lilah shrugged, "I only see her in weird dreams. Ugh, my brain feels like it got blended."

"I think she literally fucked mine. With a biiiig dick."

Lilah giggled, "You just, accepted her. Just like that. Loved her."

"She's you. How could I not accept a part of you? I love every bit of you."

She clicked her tongue and swiped at her eyes. "You're so sweet."

"Were you fully there, for all of that?"

"No. Not all of it. Parts are missing, I couldn't feel much. I fought for control for a bit but I had to give up. Not strong enough. I know you're a pervert, though." She smiled.

"Tch. After all that, I didn't really make my little sister cum?" Okay, maybe there was something wrong with me. I didn't mean to say that. A giggle ripped itself from me.

She didn't notice, "Nooo, and she left all the horny." Lilah was still squirming.

"That's gooood," I sang, head lolling as the echoes from Big Lils cumming replayed in my head. They seemed just as powerful in my memories, and they rattled louder and louder. The windows seemed to be rattling, too.

"Quinn? Oh fuck, shit, I'm supposed to..." she lunged from her seat, clamped her mouth over mine, and SUCKED. All the air poured from my lungs, and a lot of the memories poured from my head. She pushed breath back into me, and most of them returned, but cleaner. Safer. A little more distant. The echoes were gone.

"Okay, that should-" she said, but I pulled her back in, groaning as my erection throbbed, angry and needy in my pants. Much harder and more uncomfortable than before. I kissed her hard, and explored her body as though it was new to me. Her sounds were all new, she responded differently, so it may as well be. I ground her down on my lap, smooshed into the driver's seat. "Here, Quinn? Really?" She whimpered.

"I, I don't know what to do. I can't think. It feels... really big?"

Lilah frowned, "Why are you surprised by your own size?"

"Because I'm only average in size."

She smirked, "Maybe my... big sister gave you a gift, for rocking her world. Those memories I took from you are up in my head now. I know what my own ass tastes like." She shrugged, nonplussed. She tentatively ran a hand between us, over my cock, and her eyes widened. "Jesus. Maybe it's a curse?"

"What... should I do?" I asked.

She gave me a sympathetic smile, "I know it's a lot to ask, but I'd like my first time to be in my bed. Can you get us home?"

I did. It sucked.

We stumbled in the door, Lilah fully wrapped around my waist, kissing furiously, and were greeted by a small cough.

"Uhh, kids?" My mom asked from the couch. "What're ya doin?"

"Weird night, mom, don't ask," Lilah said. "Quinn, go. No, don't put me down." She laughed.

"What the fuck..." my mom whispered, rising from the couch. "Are you two going to...?"

"Fuck yes!" Lilah moaned when I sucked on her neck, blindly groping for the stairs leading to our room.

"Uh, uh, uh. Condoms?" Mom flapped her arms in a panic as she followed us up the stairs.

"On the pill, mom!" She cut off a bit as I kissed her.

"But, diseases! Quinn you'd better be safe! I'll kill you if you give her something!" She stopped as we got to the upstairs hallway.

"Just lube, please!" Lilah called.

"Lube?" My mom and I both asked at the same time.

Lilah blushed and shrugged, burying her face in my neck. "I like what I like. My butt is super sensitive. But my lube ran out."

"I'm gonna fuck your butt?"

"As soon as possible, yeah."

My mom vanished as Lilah urged me into her room and onto her bed. "Let's see what kind of gift she gave you, hmm?" She unzipped my pants, but I stopped her.

"Are you sure? I did what I did with Big Lils because I wanted to, and so did she. We haven't exactly gotten there yet, me and you. I want to make sure you're ready, and you actually want this."

She smiled warmly, "So fucking sweet." She then returned to voraciously ripping my pants open. Good enough. I said my piece.

I swear I'd been wearing boxers when the date started, but they were gone when Lilah unzipped me. "Lift, Quinn," she said, and I raised my hips. Lilah pulled and pulled and pulled those pants down, and I finally popped free with a meaty thwap. The thwap was my cock hitting Lilah in the face, and she giggled for a second before stopping, both of us staring at my cock in awe.

Thick and throbbing, with prominent veins and heavy balls, a light dusting of hair, and a copious supply of precum, my cock sat ten inches long if my estimates were right, and thick as a coke can.

"That bitch is crazy!" Lilah exclaimed, moving up to rest it on her face. "I'm teeny! I'm tiny! I'm gonna die shoving this inside me!"

"Lilah, you don't-"

"No, Quinn. I WILL be shoving this inside me." Her glare didn't work that well from either side of my cock, I found. She started to lick my cock. Oh, fuck, I guess there was some added sensitivity, too.

"Okay, I got some HOLY SHIT!" Came my mom's voice from the door. "Quinn! Where the fuck did that come from?!"

"I don't-"

Her panic continued, "You don't have a big dick, I would fucking know by now! You're gonna kill Lilah if you put that in her!" She was well past affectionately not giving a fuck. I'm impressed she was still being as cool as she was.

"I'll be fine, mom," Lilah said, and kept working. I moaned.

I guess I had to explain. "The, uh, eldritch god living inside your daughter thought I ate her ass pretty good, I guess," I shrugged.

"What? That's the story you came up with?!"

"It's true. Jesus, look at her go. How is she-" I cut off. Lilah had been carefully exploring my cock with her tongue, finding the spots that I liked best, and licking my balls because she seemed to find it fun. I had cut off because my tiny little sister finally took my cock in her mouth; her mouth was heavenly. Her tongue was also really long. Really long.

She popped off my cock, gasping. "I was gonna surprise you with a little handjob tonight, if we had gotten home without big sis popping up. We're kinda beyond that now. Still, I'm pretty good at this, I think. I've done a ton of research, and Mom is really cool," she smiled over at Mom.

"Your dildo collection is pretty funny, all things considered," she said to Lilah.

"Thank you, Mom. So I've practiced this a lot. I've really really wanted to do this. Never thought to try it on my brother until today. I'm so happy. Mmm. Oh, mom, are you in or out?" Lilah said around my cock.

"Oh! Yeah I'm out. Not even a little bit in. Here's your lube." She set the lube on the bedside table and kissed us both on the foreheads before leaving. That put her really close to my cock, as Lilah wasn't stopping. Weird. All of it was a little weird.

By now, Lilah was beginning to try to get my cock down her throat. "How are you doing any of this?" I asked. "How do I not know about a dildo collection?"

She shrugged, "Repressed people find outlets. I masturbate a lot, and with a wide variety of toys. Within my allowance over a long period of time, but barely." She returned to her sisterly duties, her tiny form seeming obscene against my now huge cock. She had me halfway down her throat now, and there were some tears, messing up her eye makeup, but not a ton. The sensation was incredible, I could feel every suck, every part of her mouth and throat with fingerlike sensitivity, and it was all returned with so much pleasure that my balls were already starting to tingle.

Then she added in the tongue. I couldn't see it, hidden behind my cock, but that tongue was everywhere, even as she sucked, deeper and deeper. My balls got a coat of spit, even from... halfway up my cock? That must not be right, the added sensation was just making me a little out of it. Surely. Then she wrapped it around my cock several times, like a wet lasso, tight and constricting and wonderful. Holy fuck. That thing must be longer than my cock!

She barely reached the base, happily looking up at me with my balls on her chin, ten inches of cock wedged in her throat, when I came. Her tongue was wrapped upwards around my length several times, squeezing like a bonus hand while inside her mouth. I gave absolutely no warning as I came, because I had been rendered speechless for the last few minutes. Still, Lilah felt the first shot hit her stomach and immediately moaned. She sucked me slowly, apparently well trained or maybe beyond the need for air, because she just milked me with her throat. Over and over... and over I fired off, the most incredible orgasm of my life, and it lasted for over a minute, and still she sucked, and that tongue caressed me the whole time.

Finally, as my orgasm was finally letting me go, she let a few small shots hit her tongue, suddenly normal in length, and I could hear moans, eyes rolling at the apparent taste. She slipped me out of her mouth and panted along with me, laying her face on my hip, next to my still hard cock.

"I finally did it. I sucked a cock." She giggled. "And it was my brother's cock."

"Naughty little girl," I said with a laugh. "Now c'mere." I held my arms out to her, kicking my pants off my legs in the process. She stood and slowly removed her dress, letting me drink in her sexy, pale form. Her breasts, my god. "How big are those?"

"Baaaarely C cup. I'm so happy about them." She shook them gently so I could watch them jiggle, and laughed when my cock released a glob of precum. "You must want me so badly, Quinn. How long has this been going on?"

"Always, pretty much. I'm not a virgin, but I've always compared girls to my sexy, terrifying little sister. Nothing comes close." She was running fingers over my legs, that little smile on her face.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there with you, but I'll admit my love for you is getting all tangled up with how attractive I find you, now that I know to look, and..." she looked bashful. "I want you, Quinn. To be my first." She slipped her thong off her legs, making full eye contact and watching my eyes wander to the junction between her thighs. "No need to go down on me again, I'm so ready, Quinn." She quietly climbed onto the bed, kneeling next to my hip.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, you think?"

"That's for me to worry about. You need to concentrate on not losing your mind." The darkness got heavier again.

"I thought she was satisfied." I said, as my heart began pounding with electric, erotic fear.

"That's not her, that's me. The tongue was stolen a little, it's all a little weird, but I have some stuff that I can do, now. Now that I realized she's real, and those things I could do are real, it's easy. But I have to hold them back, just a little, and I don't wanna." She straddled me, my cock pressing against her pussy, and those eyes, full of stars being born, drew me in. Crushed my gaze in their gravity.

"So beautiful."

"You're not scared?" She asked, her voice two layers. Just two. One concerned and one teasing. She was grinding along my length, moans paired with the wet sounds of pussy juice along my sensitive cock.

"Terrified. But like I said to her, I trust you. And the fear makes it hotter."

"Mmm. That's so hot. My big brother loves me. Every part. And I'm gonna let him take my virginity. You ready, Quinn?" She blushed as lined me up with her pussy, no hands. So confident, yet so shy. I nodded, desperately horny even as my heart pounded, very aware she could end me in a millisecond. She thrust down, her incredible tightness stopping her momentum almost immediately.

This girl was not just tight. Nope, this got the eldritch treatment, too. It was like shoving my cock into a wet vise that was set too small, every centimeter was a delicious struggle that overwhelmed my pleasure centers. Lilah was groaning constantly as she was split open by my newly enhanced cock, and I wondered if I could've entered her at all if I hadn't been improved. I was harder than I'd ever been by a long shot.

I thrust over and over, millimeters deeper with every thrust, but there was a lot of cock to go. I rubbed her clit with my thumb, to see if I could loosen her up a bit, and it did help. But it also made those moans louder, and the sounds gently caressed my nerve endings. It was a much more subtle effect than before, in the car with Big Lils, but it was like an electric shock dancing over my entire body. I circled her clit, and she seemed to love that. She loosened just a bit more.

"Does it, ahhh, hurt?"

"No. No pain at all. I'm being filled up with my brother's enormous cock and there's no pain. Oh my God. Oh, Quinn, it's so... ggggoooooooooddddddd," her eyes rolled back, her pussy halfway down my cock, and she came, her little body rolling and arching in the most erotic ways as a trickle of girlcum flowed from her pussy. In the process, her eyes closed and I was released from her gaze, able to watch her move. My orgasm was already approaching, and I seized her hips, thrusting up into supernatural little sister pussy, desperate to bury myself inside her.

Lilah was mid orgasm, with little bits of insanity present in each of her moans, bouncing around my brain, and I took the opportunity to roll us, so I was on top. Her eyes fluttered and I resisted their draw, pushing her legs back, nearly folding her in half as I pushed deeper, my orgasm barely held back. I was merciless, driving into her squeezing depths with my massive cock, finally, finally reaching the end. I was buried balls deep inside my still cumming sister, and I came right along with her.

Her moans turned into screams, her orgasm escalating as I came inside her. I came harder and longer than the blowjob earlier, my mind going blank, and I think I was shouting as I emptied, or tried to empty, my balls inside her. There seemed to be no end to it, and then her eyes opened. "Are you just going to cum in me, big brother? Or are you going to fuck me? Please, Quinn, I need you." The two layers of her voice provided different deliveries of each sentence, one whining and needy, the other teasing and sultry.

Fair enough.

Even as my orgasm continued, I fucked her, pulling back and pushing forward in mighty thrusts that drove the air from her lungs. Cum was pouring out even as I supplied more, and I was vaguely worried about the mess. I hammered into her, fully and deeply, every thrust requiring significant effort and making us both moan from the intense sensation. I could feel her, all of her, like I had my finger inside her instead of my huge cock. I could feel the details of the opening of her cervix as I pressed against it, caressed it, smashed into it. She could take it, and it made her cum harder. I delighted in pressing my cock against her cervix and firing shots of cum, over and over, into her womb. Could a mundane pill stop me from impregnating my little sister? I could see in her eyes she didn't know either, and the sexiness of that possibility made it so much more intense.

I kissed her, and her tongue went down my throat almost immediately. And I mean down, wrapped fully around my tongue, caressing it, even as she explored my mouth and throat. I had no urge to gag, and for that I was glad. We drove each other higher and higher, so far beyond human limits that I actually did worry for my sanity. I came constantly with her for what seemed like hours. It was beyond incredible.

Still...

There was a small part of me that was concerned that my sister was being lost somehow, that the sweet, tiny girl who worried about being scary was being subsumed by the sultry creature from the depths of the most erotic of nightmares. I had wanted that sweet girl, wanted to make love to her in the mundane, man and woman sense. This was beyond that. Our experiment to help her, make her feel normal had been fully replaced by a deep need to fuck like beasts. Not exactly how I envisioned our first time.

Lilah's eyes opened, a gasp pouring from her, "Whoa. I can hear that. Your thoughts. Quinn?" I focused down at her, blinking even as another shot of cum rocketed up my cock. "Sorry, maybe I do need to hold back a bit. I'm here, Quinn. I'm still me." Her voice returned to a single layer, my Lilah, here and present and not as fear inducing. Just the normal amount. She kissed me, and her tongue just danced with mine. Her pussy was tight, but the tightness of a small, inexperienced girl filled with a huge cock. She squeaked when I hit her cervix, and I slowed down. Our orgasms were no longer unending, the intensity dialed back, but we delighted in each other.

"Better." I said. "Don't get me wrong, that was hot as fuck, but how does it ever end? I think I came for five straight minutes there."

"Yeah, I like this. Sorry, it's all so new, I didn't mean to go so far." Her huge, dark eyes looked up at me, not devouring but pleading, needy. "Make love to me, Quinn. I'll try to be a good girl and not break you. Let me cum on you as the Lilah you've always known. You can have the creature whenever, for now just love me. Please."

She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and I drove myself into her. I stopped just shy of her cervix, about two thirds of the way down my cock, and pulled back, thrusting again as I held her to me. "I love you, baby sister. So much."

We moved together for a few brief minutes, her little whimpers filling my ears and giving me goosebumps. Mundane ones. She was so tight and so wet, she could take me but only just. I didn't hold back as I felt my balls tightening, and Lilah let out a sexy little moan as her pussy clamped down on me. Her back arched, her breasts pressing against me and she kissed me again, whimpering into my mouth. I came with her, forcing my cock deep inside with a grunt, back against her cervix, against that opening.

"I love you, Quinn," she said, looking deep into my eyes as yet more cum was fired into her little pussy. But this was the mundane me, cumming together with my mundane little sister, and it was everything I had wanted. She held me, hands caressing my back as we both came down from our peaks. Even the pleasure wasn't as great as it had been just a few minutes ago, and it called to me a little, to let her let go. But there wasn't the same amount of love in that otherworldly eroticism, and I loved my sister dearly, needed to show her that love. This was everything, to me, right now.

We snuggled together, content. We might've dozed, it was hard to tell because the little weirdo didn't have a damn clock in her room. Eventually, I said, "This was a very roundabout way of having our first time."

She laughed, the rare, tinkling laugh I've loved my whole life. It was reassuring. "Yes it was. I loved it, though. All of it."

"I have a lot of questions."

"Ehhh not tonight. Tonight we make love some more, and then sleep."

"I do have one important one, though."

"Go ahead," she said.

"Are you... mine?" My heart was pounding again, a different kind of fear spreading through me.

"Is that what you want? Even knowing everything that I can do, having met Big Lils, as you call her."

"Desperately. More than ever."

"Then yes, for now at least. I can't tell the future, but I want a real relationship with you. Where I can explore all of this but also just be in love with my big brother."

"You're... in love with me?"

"Like I said, my emotions are really tangled, and the... other stuff, certainly isn't helping. But seeing the love and acceptance from you, your willingness to face down a demon for me, how could I not be?"

"Can I hear you say it?" I was giddy with happiness. She had said it earlier, and in the past, but this was different.

Lilah smiled, looking up at me with her big, normal-dark eyes, "I love you, Quinn."

I squashed her in my arms, "I love you too, Lilah."

We dozed then, after a bit more kissing and a lot more smiling.

I woke up, still in the dark, to an intense wet feeling grip on my cock. I was as hard as I've ever been, and I could hear a schlick schlick sound as her hands, probably, stroked me. "Lilah?"

"Oh, good, you're awake." It was just my baby sister's voice in the darkness, but that was plenty spooky. "Don't freak out, I'm gonna turn on a light." I watched in awe as a little mote of light appeared, descending from the ceiling, looking like a tiny burning star. It hovered a few feet above. "I wanted a nice little light for our first time. So you can see."

"First time?"

"Uh huh. Quinn, take my ass. Please."

I wasn't going to just keep asking her if she was sure about everything. She had asked this of me. Still, my instinct was to treat her as the fragile girl I'd protected my whole life, though maybe she'd never been that at all. I never knew this side of her, which researched handjobs and practiced on dildos. The side of her that knew how much her ass could take. I was ecstatic at the idea of exploring a new part of my sister. I pushed my doubts down.

"Absolutely. How?"

"I lubed both of us already." That was the wet feeling on my hyper sensitive cock then. "I'm just gonna bend over and you're gonna take me. Be gentle, at least at first. I'll let you know."

And so the tiny, slender girl bent over onto a pile of pillows already arranged for this, her juicy little butt presented to me. She didn't need to in this position, but she spread her cheeks anyway, offering that little hole to me. I lined up behind her without a word, and she could just barely make eye contact as she contorted on the bed. My huge cock made contact with her tiny hole, though it was maybe a little looser than it should be normally, and the light glinted off the lube she'd applied to herself.

"Ready?"

"I can take it."

I pressed forward, and it took a lot of effort, but her asshole gave in. It spread around my cock, letting the first inch in, and I froze.

"Ohhh yesssssss," she hissed.

"Does it hurt?"

"Quite a bit. But it's sooo good. Just like I thought it would be. Give me just a little more."

I thrust, perhaps another inch, and she hissed again. But I could feel an incredible heat now, wrapped around me as her eager asshole tried to squeeze the life from my cock.

"You know, the dildos I use back there are normal sized, shaped like real dicks," she babbled. "I could've taken your original cock and made you melt, ridden that thing until you worshipped me. This is NOT that. She gave you the cock of a god and it's not fair." She was pouting as I gave her another inch. "Hnnnghh."

"Lilah. I will absolutely worship you anyway. Holy fuck you feel incredible. I can feel every little ridge of your ass, and when you squeeze, yeah like that, I could just cum. But I need to be all the way in first." I thrust again, another inch pushing in. Then again, four inches.

"Ahhhh! Quinn! Gently!" But she was pushing back hard on me, too.

"But you seem to be enjoying it."

"Hnnngh no! I'm not!" She pushed me in another inch and a half. "I swear I'm not. What would you think of me if you thought I was enjoying this? I'm not a slut! Ugh you're tearing me apart but it's so good!"

I held her by her hips and began to saw my cock in and out, fucking her with the length that currently fit inside her, pushing just a little deeper with every thrust.

"Oh God I'm so full but there's so much more to go. Keep going Quinn. It's all yours. I'm just gonna lie here and cum if that's okay."

I heard a vibrator kick on and she proceeded to do just that, cumming loudly as my cock got ever closer to maximum depth in her perfect butt. With my increased sensitivity, those vibrations were delicious, turning an already intense experience into a battle to not cum. I needed to be fully inside her first. Two more inches now. The pulsing squeezes from her rectum intensified as I got deeper, as her orgasm got deeper. Lilah was making a single constant moan now as I used her poor little ass.

When I bottomed out inside her with a single large thrust, balls pressed onto her pussy, that moan turned into a gurgle, and a constant spray of girlcum shot out of her pussy, coating me thoroughly. I could see even Lilah's conjured light begin to dim, darkness closing in. "Hold on, Lilah, I'm gonna cum. Don't lose focus just yet, not for our first time. Fuck!" I pulled out and thrust, one, two, three full thrusts, hard and fast, and she whimpered as she took it all. My balls were boiling forcefully now, and it would only be a few more thrusts, but she was losing control, too. It was a race, to see if I could cum in her little ass before she let her darker abilities turn this into something more mind melting. Not what we wanted for the first time!

And so I closed my eyes and concentrated on the incredible feelings of my little sister's ass. I ground down into her, loving every little pulse of her rectum as it squeezed me. I pictured that lovely, tiny girl that had stolen my heart by accident, and tried to merge that image with the wonderful, sensual slut beneath me, taking my huge cock in its entirety and cumming on it. The electric naughtiness of my beloved little sister taking me this way was more than enough to set me off, and I came with a roar, just as the light was about to go out fully.

When she felt the first shot of superheated brother cum fill her ass, Lilah screamed, and the light brightened to an almost painful level, but she was here.

"I love it, Quinn! Oh, yes, I love it so much! Fill me up, big brother! Ohhhhh I'm cumming! Still cumming! I love what you do to me, Quinn. I can feel your love pouring into me! Fuuuuccckkkk yeeeessss! Fill my ass with that tasty cum!"

The rest devolved into incoherent babbling as I fired so much cum into her ass that it might actually rival the mess her pussy had become. I grunted and thrust and pulled her body up to lean against my chest, still thrusting. We kissed as we came together, and it was as intense as humans could make it without going over. I know that line now. It was right there, I was teetering on it as I poured cum into my little sister, into her ass. But I didn't go over, and the look of love in her eyes was fully Lilah, none of the sexy beast that waited in the wings. I was gonna fuck that beast. Tomorrow. We whispered our love to each other, finally coming down but staying huddled, kneeling, on her bed.

At some point we slept.

***

"So you're saying there's really... something inside you, Lilah?" My mom asked.

In response, Lilah's tongue reached out to lick her own earring.

"Fucking... wow. Okay. Didn't need to see that." Lilah giggled. "It's wild that after all this time, the creepy doll vibes weren't just vibes. And you're... okay?"

"I think so, yeah."

"And somehow you need to be with Quinn?"

"He's been... improved to handle it." Lilah shrugged.

"You two made some INSANE noises during your... thing last night. And this morning."

"He took my virginity," Lilah said simply, and I threw my hands up, exasperated.

"That's not what it sounded like when I lost mine," my mom said.

"He also dumped enough cum in me to impregnate a hundred women." Okay, now Lilah was just fucking with her.

"A hundred? Jesus. Seems silly to ask for any pill to stop that." She was staring at the wall, probably contemplating the idea of being a grandmother to an incestuous supernatural baby.

"I agree. We don't know if the pill is effective, but a condom wouldn't have worked either." Lilah made a hand gesture like a balloon filling rapidly, very large. "I don't think it's safe if there's no way for it to escape."

"Fair. Well you'd better figure out something, or we're gonna have a gaggle of kids running around in no time at all."

"I might already be pregnant." Lilah was smiling at me fondly.

Mom wasn't having that, "Lilah. Pregnancy is scary, and you're housing an extradimensional supergod! Or something! Who knows what that will change about the pregnancy."

Lilah waved a hand. "It'll be fine. I need to ask my, uh, big sister. She'll tell me. We've never directly talked, so I have a lot of questions anyway."

"Is that what we're calling it? Your big sister?"

"She likes Big Lils, too," I added with a thumbs up.

"You two, I swear. Lilah, promise me something."

"Yes, mom?"

"Take care of your brother. You gave him everything he wanted, and you'll break him if you take it away." Mom looked like she wanted to cry. The urge to cry made complete sense, but I was surprised it was this point that made her so emotional. I hugged her.

"He's not the only one that's in love, mom."

She sniffled, her cheek resting on the top of my head. "That's new. When did that happen?"

Lilah stared at me with that little smile as she said, "When I watched him accept me as I am and more without batting an eye. He approached... whatever my big sister is, terrified and alone, because that's what I needed him to do."

"Atta boy," my mom said, ruffling my hair.

Lilah smirked at Mom, "He then proceeded to make that being cum hard enough to receive a boon of a massive cock, with which he fucked a gallon of sperm into me last night and this morning and probably again in half an hour or so."

Mom released me, "I need more wine. That's the solution. More wine."

"Mom, it's 10am," I said as she stood to grab a bottle of wine.

She nodded, and went to the fridge. "Vodka and orange juice, then."

She pounded two biggish drinks and then sat again. "Okay," she said, just a little slurring to her words. "So you fit that whole big thing in your butt?" Lilah nodded. "Was that with supernatural help?"

"No, I was just horny and I like anal. We did find out what supernatural anal is like though..."

My mom blinked a few times, took a breath, "Is that what I was hearing while I was making breakfast?" Lilah nodded. "Okay what's that like? I can't believe I'm asking but I'm just so curious."

"I can make little shadow tendrils inside me that wrap around his cock and stroke him and make him cum even harder, and he just never stops until he collapses."

Mom looked at me closely, "He does look worn out."

"He does. So I think he needs to eat more. A lot more."

"Did you come down here to ask me to cook more food for you two?"

"Just him. I'll just eat some cum, that's plenty." Mom just shook her head and mumbled something about alcohol. "And we wanted to explain. As much as we can. I'll keep you updated as I learn more. We just... didn't want it to be weird."

"Talking about eating your brother's cum for sustenance is pretty weird."

"Yeah well, I'm housing an extradimensional supergod or something, I get to be weird. I just mean, I don't want you to be weird around me. I still want you to look at me like I'm your little girl, you know?" Lilah started to tear up, something I hadn't seen in years. "I say it all this way so I can make light of it, but it's really strange and I don't want you to think I'm... too strange to love, or something, now that you know."

"Oh baby girl, never. Never ever." My mom scooped Lilah up and held her close, which Lilah never let her do. Lilah had asked me to let her lead this conversation, and I was once more glad I had decided to trust her. "Baby girl, I love you just as much as any other day. I have more to worry about, now, but that's okay. It's what Moms do. It's our superpower. You'll find that out... maybe sooner than I'd like, probably with your brother, but whatever. You'll worry, just like I do, over your kids. You'll hope that their... spaghetti monster, or whatever, takes good care of them." My mom took a deep breath. "So, you tell this Big Lils, her mom says hi, and it's time to talk."

"Her mom?" Lilah asked.

"Well yeah. If she's your big sister, that makes me her mom, and that girl better get her ass downstairs for breakfast."

Lilah laughed in Mom's arms, laughing so hard she started to cry, and that became a whole thing for a while, both of them, and maybe me a bit. It was all so scary, and we'd been worried about Lilah for so long. We were still worried. But the tears were cathartic.

We all froze when a set of dainty footsteps, clearly Lilah's, could be heard on the stairs. We all, Lilah included, watched as Lilah came down and sat at the table. She was completely identical to my sister, except her eyes were fully dark, matte black, where the real Lilah's eyes glittered.

My Lilah snuck me a quick naughty smile. Holy fuck, I could fuck them both. Shit, Other-Lilah could read my thoughts. She gave me a single, long look and a smile, before turning to look at my mom.

"Hello, mother. I came down for breakfast," Big Lils, Lilah the Greater, said in her many layered voice. "I understand you have some questions. Allow me to answer them."

"Why are you willing to do that?" My mom asked.

"Your Quinn is precious to me."

I could see the shiver run through my mom, but she was a lioness protecting her cubs. She rolled with it. "Then I'll have promises from you. Keep them safe, don't interfere with their happiness, leave if you're asked."

Lils nodded, "Agreed. Your questions?"

"Right. So first off, what the fuck are you?"

The end.