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[Power Pack/Melusine] - Stella Maris	By : MrPunch1 Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Power Pack, The Views: 7110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Power Pack is property of Marvel. Melusine is property of Dupuis. This is a parody and I'm not making any money by writing this story.

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Authors note: Oh boy. First, I apologize for nuking my original Power Pack story. I was advised to use that brutal idea for a hypothetical clean PP fic, and finding wisdom in my friends words I decided to do just that. What you will get will suit you just fine though. This story deals with love and romance, and lots of sex. Yes, there is a plot that is tied to Julie and Alex and how they became something more than brother and sister. Melusine helps Julie at a certain point. Yes, there will be lesbianism. We'll also see how Jack and Katie get along. Since I'm a review whore and this is (believe it or not) my first attempt ever at writing something which isn't PWP porn I'm begging you for some constructive feedback or just a nod of acceptance. I tried my best. I SWEAR I'LL FINISH THIS. Enough of me now, read the story. First chapter has sexual content but is mostly setting the stage. Second chapter will start on a high note (Jack and Katie).
Power Pack/Melusine - Stella Maris
by Mr Punch
Julie had a problem of the most uncommon sort, and no way to help herself except in a most inadequate way. She was always aware of a certain undercurrent within her that made her notice the charms of her older brother but it was a feeling that lingered in the back of her mind and expressed itself solely through masturbation and fantasy. All that sufficed for as long as she could remember, and gradually her fantasies grew to be more and more perverted, yet that's what they were and she never troubled herself with doubts or shame. She correctly assumed that it was just her body responding to the all-encompassing kindness and strength her brother exhibited so often. It was in fact his kindness which caused her downfall into a kind of consuming longing which she barely kept under control.
A month passed since those two horrible days but the memory didn't lose any of its impact. It just so happened that she and Alex were left alone for the first time, and they planned nothing in particular except having some kind of fun. Even in its embryonic stage the plan fell short due to unforeseen events, or to be specific to an incredibly strong case of flu which ravaged her body and made her brother drop everything just to nurse her back to health. It began with a headache and nausea which quickly turned into an absurdly high fever and that dull ache that seemed to come from every muscle and joint of her usually healthy body. At first she merely made peace with the fact her two days of freedom were wasted, but as the pills failed to lower her fever and she began to hallucinate everything suddenly depended on Alex and his judgment. He basically did everything he knew to help her, from changing her clothes while she talked about big swirling balls to feeding her during that short time when a batch of pills managed to suppress the illness. She was utterly helpless, almost like a baby, and she cried like one when he gave her a bath. Some of her modesty persisted even through the haze of sickness it seemed, but during the second night it turned to something else entirely. Her room was already like a sauna and she was covered under layers of thick blankets that were still insufficient to give her even a trace of warmth. She shivered like a wet dog in a winter morning and nothing seemed to do the trick. In the end Alex gambled his own health and slept with her, providing her with his own body as a furnace upon which she might warm herself.
She tried to imagine how he felt on that night. She could vaguely remember clinging to him with all her might, for he seemed to be like the sun itself. However she couldn't remember if she said anything significant to him, despite the fact she did remember talking and talking with no end in sight. For a time she worried that she said something incriminating, but he never mentioned it to her even if she did.
All those things were beyond her control and by themselves they offered no argument against her. Even the fact he obviously saw her in all her naked glory was a mere incidental thing, something that he had to do in order to help her. He shared with her later on that he was actually quite scared himself since he couldn't decide if he should call for an ambulance or even their parents who were too far away to help. It was all basically a gamble. He made a decision and stuck with it even at her worst moments. This proved to be a wise choice in the end, and Julie couldn't help respecting him even more for his integrity.
What Alex didn't know was what happened to her when her sickness was defeated in the wee hours of the morning when the sun still slept in the darkness beneath the horizon. She awoke feeling utterly exhausted and tired, but with Alex by her side and in a position which could only be likened to that of lovers after a lengthy and vigorous clash of sword and sheath. He was lying on his side, calm and doubtlessly asleep with a serene yet tired expression on his face. She clung to him with her leg wrapped around his waist, her face and lips a mere hairs length away from his. His hot breath caressed her, and for the first time she felt her heart skip a few beats in a new and exciting way which was until then unknown to her. But the fullest contact which went beyond mere sibling bonding was hidden under the multitude of blankets in the intimate darkness of their shared bed. His erection which was typical of sleeping boys was pressed firmly against the thin fabric of her cotton panties, and it nested between her lips like a strange and curious animal which has found its hidden lair. A shiver ran through her, the kind of shiver which makes bodies come closer and closer until they've become one, and before she knew what she was doing Julie touched his lips with her own. It was barely a kiss and yet she felt as if someone struck her with raw thunder. She didn't need to see it to know that she was lubricating and overflowing, and in an instant when his cock twitched she experienced an orgasm of such intensity that she whimpered and had to bite down on the pillow just to keep herself from crying out. It was doubtlessly just a reflex of his body and wasn't tied to her in any way, yet her untouched orifice clenched and relaxed rapidly as if in hunger. Her body betrayed her on the spot, her very womb demanded to be filled up, ravaged, torn apart and made into his property. She could barely keep up with the thoughts and feelings which washed over her and whose origin was her own body and her own femininity. It was treason, pure and simple treason.
Every inch of her body demanded caresses and kisses, and each and every bit of her wanted to be taken right there on the spot with no forethought or reason. It wasn't mere lust that conquered her, nor her brothers advances, for there were none. She herself could do nothing but succumb to her own nature in all of its terrifying glory and splendor. Her desire wasn't mere sex and no mushy sentiment or vision of gentle lovemaking appeared in her mind or body – she wanted him to do as he pleases, she wanted him on top as her king and conqueror, as her master, as a dominant god who takes but gives nothing in return. She wanted to taste his seed, have it splatter on her face and budding breasts, released deep inside her virgin womb while she screams his name and his alone. She heard about the pain, cared nothing for it and in fact desired it. The sheer thickness and length she felt pressing against her pussy gave no quarter and no mercy, and she doubted it was even possible to be gentle with such a magnificent cock. Yet she wanted to feel it tear through her hymen, she wanted to experience humility and pain which were pleasure by having it open up her ass, and the prospect of having its pulsating heat in her mouth as it releases all of its hot cream made her go wild. For a few minutes she was prepared to do it, to mount him and impale herself before he even wakes up.
Doing such an unthinkable thing was the first cold shower she received. After all, wasn't Alex right by her side when she was utterly defenseless and weak? He did not betray her trust, and this thought managed to curb her lust for him. She would not be a villain despite her need, for it was now an apparent need like that of a man who has seen a fertile oasis after weeks spent wandering through the desert. She needed him. She needed his love.
It was only after this initial onslaught that she remembered that he was her brother, and with this shame reared its ugly head. After all she was no idiot and knew that incest can only complicate matters, and that there is absolutely no hope of them being a couple except in the most strangest of ways. Yet despite the legitimate concerns she now knew were reasonable she wanted to be his first, she wanted him to be the one who makes her a woman in the purest sense of the word, and above all she wanted to tell him that she loves him in that honest manner only a girl can.
All other boys were a tier below him in her mind long before she felt the desire to become one with him, but now they appeared as little sniveling children, eunuchs at best, who could only kneel before him and succumb to him like the darkness succumbs to the radiant sun.
She wept silently, retreating from his beloved body at repose. No knowledge could help her now, and none of the books she read in her little life came to her aid. She was his beloved sister, and yet she felt alone.
When morning proper came she was collected enough to show him her recovered health, and though weak and suffering in silence the day began in a more acceptable manner. With her mind occupied with her hearts worries the days went by, and it was not until Alex himself experienced something which made him doubt himself that any path to him was made clear for her.
It was Sunday afternoon and she sat on the couch reading a book and enjoying the silence. Katie and Jack were with their parents at the movies, and Alex went off to play some basketball with his friends. He wasn't very good at that sport though, being more of a baseball person like his brother and father, yet he enjoyed it specifically because it allowed him to taste defeat and move on.
The book was good, a collection of old folk tales and beliefs regarding magic and similar concepts, and after each tale or exposition the author would offer sound scientific theories and explanations of these superstitions. Julie was utterly lost within the pages as always once she started reading, and when the door of the apartment were slammed shut she almost jumped off the couch like a scared cat. She didn't even hear the key turning or the sounds which usually accompany someone's entry. It was of course Alex, who walked rapidly through the living room and disappeared into the kitchen without as much as noticing her. She was mildly disturbed by this, and she idly walked into the kitchen. The boy was gulping down a bottle of water he pulled out from the fridge, and she smiled at his back, thinking how he must've had a good game and was both thirsty and hungry.
"Want me to make you a sandwich?" She offered, but he waved his hand without even facing her. The gesture was one of annoyance, even anger. Her smile retreated to the corner of her lips, but she ventured to try again.
"Mind making me one? I could go for a snack." She said with a tiniest bit of forced cheerfulness. Her intuition was sounding for alarm, yet she disregarded it. For a whole minute Alex said nothing, didn't even acknowledge her request or offered the slightest bit of common courtesy. He began to slice up a piece of bread with more force than necessary, and Julie realized that he was angry.
"Hey, what's wrong? Did something happen?" She asked again and placed her hand on his shoulder. She felt him stiffen up like a board and he quickly pulled away from her. Still silent he prepared his improvised meal with speed, placed the whole mess on a plate and walked right pass her. Her eyes went wide, not because of his rudeness as much as what she saw in his eyes. It was a mixture of anger and anguish she couldn't understand, and above his downcast eyes there was a bruise that hinted towards a fight lost.
"Alex? Did you get into a fight? Was it a criminal who did that?" She walked behind him and grabbed his shoulder, stopping him for an instant before he turned with a sudden and uncontrollable burst of rage. He pushed her away with such force that she barely remained on her feet.
"Shut up." He almost yelled out with his eyes giving her a glare of a wounded tiger that has been driven into a corner. It lasted for a split second before he moved again, heading straight for his room.
She would have none of that.
"Alexander!" Her voice took on a strange note, half echoing the voice of their mother and filled to the brim with all her earned authority as a faithful sister. He froze in an instant, his muscles stiffening up and his legs betraying him. To call him by his full name was to force him to do something, to listen, perhaps even obey. But Julie was not his mother, and despite the heavy chains of gold with which they were bound he broke free, feeling a thorn pierce his heart despite his hot blood and willpower. He closed the door behind him when he entered his room, and all was once again silent. Julie stood alone in the short hallway, mesmerized by the futility of her effort to help and the cruelty with which he discarded her.
She did not cry. She went back to the living room in a kind of daze, noticed that his sneakers left dirty tracks of the floor and immediately went to fetch a mop. For the time being her hands were to be kept busy, and all her emotions retreated as she began to clean and tidy up everything. It was after everything became spotless that she sat down and gave out a sigh and her throat swelled up.
"I'm an idiot." She whispered to herself and wiped her tears, certain that she has done something wrong.
Meanwhile a dead silence loomed in Alex's room. He was lying on his bed and just staring at the ceiling, questioning himself and trying to find the cause of his failure. The bruises which were hidden underneath his shirt were the least of his problems, and his aching fists were almost a solace. The boy began to doubt he was a boy, and sadness filled him up like an empty cup. He too sighed, though his eyes remained dry.
"Why couldn't I do it?" He asked himself, but got no reply.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
Yes, I know it ends abruptly. I seem to have a perpetual problem when it comes to writing a good end. Rate. Review. Suggest stuff. Advise this pathetic fool.
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[Power Pack/Melusine] - Stella Maris