V2C24: Sibling
Myst burst through the door of The Tower's Desire, her raven hair flying behind her. "Jonathan!" she cried out, her eyes wide with recognition and relief. She pushed past Garth and practically leapt over the desk, throwing her arms around her brother in a fierce embrace.
The impact nearly knocked Jonathan's chair over, but he managed to steady himself, wrapping his arms around his sister. The familiar scent of her was somehow unchanged despite being in Adearath, and it brought back memories of home. For a moment, he forgot about the brothel, about Garth, about everything except having his sister back. He also forgot about his power.
"You idiot, you stupid idiot." Myst peppered Jonathan's face with kisses, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? You just disappeared one day without a trace!"
Her hands roamed over his chest, making sure he was real, that he was actually there. "I went through your whole computer trying to find any clue about where you'd gone. Then I found these weird files from some company called Isekguy Studios, and next thing I knew—" She planted another kiss on his cheek. "—I was here in my underwear! In this crazy fantasy world!"
Jonathan tried to focus on her words, but his sister was practically writhing in his lap now. Her hips ground against his growing erection as she continued kissing down his neck. "Thank god for Garth," she murmured against his skin. "He's been so helpful, giving me a place to stay, helping me look for you..."
Her hand slid down his chest, unconsciously palming the bulge in his pants. "I've been doing whatever I could to survive here, trying to find you, and now—" She let out a small moan, her breath hot against his ear.
"Conievo!" Jonathan blurted out, grabbing Myst's shoulders and pushing her back. The lustful haze in her eyes cleared instantly, replaced by confusion, then dawning horror as she realised where her hand was.
"Oh my god!" She scrambled off his lap, her face burning bright red. "What... what just happened?"
Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck, unable to meet her eyes. "Yeah, about that..."
Myst stumbled back, collapsing into one of the plush chairs across from Jonathan's desk. Her face was still flushed, and she kept glancing at her hand like it had betrayed her.
Garth cleared his throat. "I'll give you two some time to catch up." He shot Jonathan a knowing look. "Family reunions can be complicated." With that, he slipped out of the brothel, closing the door behind him.
The silence stretched between them until Myst finally spoke. "What the fuck was that, Jonathan? One minute I'm just happy to see you, and the next..." She shuddered. "I was practically humping you like some horny teenager."
Jonathan sighed, "Well, when I got transported here, I ended up with certain abilities. Powers, I guess you could say."
"Powers?" Myst's eyes narrowed. "What kind of powers make your sister want to-?"
"It's not specifically about that." Jonathan winced. "Anyone I touch becomes incredibly aroused. It's automatic unless I say the word 'conievo' to disable it temporarily. And my... um... bodily fluids have an even stronger effect."
"You're kidding." Myst stared at him. "You got transported to a fantasy world and got the power to make people horny? That's the most 'you' thing I've ever heard." She shook her head. "No wonder I found all that porn on your computer."
"Hey, I'm not the only one with powers here." Jonathan protested. "He pointed to the glowing sorcerer mark just above Myst's panty line. "What can you do?"
Myst's face turned an even deeper shade of red as she squirmed in her chair. Her hand unconsciously moved to cover the glowing mark above her panty line.
"I..." She looked everywhere but at Jonathan. "Mine is... well..." She cleared her throat. "I absorb... um... certain fluids for power."
Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "Certain fluids?"
"You know..." Myst gestured vaguely. "Male... stuff." She buried her face in her hands. "Cum, okay? I absorb cum for power. Are you happy now?"
"Oh." Jonathan blinked. Then again. "Oh."
"Don't you dare laugh." Myst peeked through her fingers. "This is mortifying enough without you making jokes."
"I wasn't going to—"
"And before you ask, yes, I've had to use it." She slumped further into the chair. "God, this whole world is just... It's like it was designed by someone who read all your fanfiction."
Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. "You have no idea. Wait, didn't you have to pick your power during character creation?"
"I just picked a powerful-sounding power, ok!?" Myst threw her hands up in exasperation. "I didn't think I would be physically using it. I thought this was just some weird VR game or something. The character creation screen simply displayed 'Absorb Power' with a small, glowing animation. I didn't actually read the whole description."
"Well, at least you are safe now." Jonathan smiled. "I missed you, Mari."
Jonathan spent the next few hours bringing his sister up to speed on all that had happened during his time in Adearath, including how he had almost died multiple times, how he had fought the Empire and Fade, and how he was now the lord of the Dread Tower.
Myst sat back, processing everything Jonathan had just told her. Her fingers absently traced the rim of the wine glass Garth had brought her before leaving.
"So... you have like a harem now?" she finally asked.
Jonathan nearly choked. "That's what you got from all of that? The Empire is falling, the magic, the battles, and you focus on my love life?"
"What? It's very you." Myst shrugged, a small smirk playing on her lips. "I mean, between this Saikhi person, the forest girl, and whoever else you've got wrapped around your finger..." She took a sip of wine. "Very typical Jonathan."
Her expression softened. "You know, after what happened with Margery, and then losing your job... I was worried you might have..." She swallowed hard. "Well, I'm just glad you're alive, even if you're living out some weird fantasy harem anime."
"I'm fine, Mari." Jonathan reached across the desk to squeeze her hand, but quickly pulled back before touching her. "Better than fine, actually. I mean, yeah, it's been crazy, but I've found my place here."
"That's great and all, but..." Myst looked down, her face turning serious. "How do we get back? I mean, I have a life back home. A degree to finish. Plants that probably need watering."
Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze. "About that..."
"Jonathan?" Her voice took on a warning tone. "Please tell me you know how to get us home."
"I have no bloody idea." He admitted with a grimace. "Nobody who's been sent here by Isekguy has managed to get back. We're kind of... stuck."
The silence that followed was deafening.