#is this my punishment for admitting that i kin the blonde

[miyakuya]

*boston accent* howduh

why are you the way that you are

[sunnycanvas]

Hi can I request a part 2 for unfaithful baldwin where he regrets or the reader escapes?

Find her! Find her!

Baldwin IV screamed at the top of his lungs. He was sweating so much. His beautiful blonde hair was drenched in sweat. His eyes wide in fear and shock. Baldwin IV quickly shifted his hair back by his hand as he screamed in his thunderous voice. "What are you doing, does it take so much time to follow my orders"? Knights assembled quickly in front of the king. Shocked at such furious face. Baldwin IV was known to have strong mind and great courage. It's unlikely to see him furious. He manages to remain calm in most tense situations. The knights assembled in front of the king confused. The king's mistress was surprised as well. She slowly approached her beloved but kept safe distance. Last thing she wanted for her to get scolded as well.

"Your queen consort is missing" "Which one of you helped her escape" "Tell me now and I will spare you"

The knights trembled in fear not knowing what to respond. For the queen consort to go missing. Especially when they were given strict orders to keep continuous watch on her was not going to go well for them. Nobody dared to speak up and Baldwin IV 's mistress watched everything astonished. Even she didn't think the queen will be able to escape. "Helping her escape is a crime against crown" "I will investigate the person who helped her escape" "The person will not only be punished but their family as well as people who shares their nearest blood kin with them will suffer as well". "This fate can be avoided if you admit right now which one of you helped her escape and where she might be, right now". The whole hall grew quite and King Baldwin IV waited patiently for an answer. The hall became so quiet that one could easily hear the sound of water dripping. King Baldwin IV waited patiently as time went by his face became redder and his eyes grew colder. The king's mistress couldn't help but think if (Y/N) is found by the king. She will never be able to have same relationship as before with the king. "Baldwin IV is sensitive about his honour" "I know that he is not only upset about her escaping due to personal reasons but also about his honour as well ". She knew the king despite the love he shared for his queen won't be happy about people gossiping or perhaps mocking him that he can't control his wife. "This has taken a huge blow on him" "He has been possesive and careful when it came to her" "Ever since she caught us the king knew she would try to escape". "Nobody thought she would be successful though"

"Quick get the horses ready we will find the queen, I will personally lead the search". Baldwin IV repeated last words with so much venom that it sent shiver across everyone's spine Baldwin IV 's mistress although scared was shocked at sudden proposal ran towards the king forgetting about gravity of the situation. "Your majesty you recently caught another disease" "It won't be good for your health" . Baldwin IV raised his hand up indicating "Stop". The mistress grew quite. She quickly composed herself and said "My apologise your Grace" "As your humble subject I should have been more careful" .

"Who let a woman in knights meeting"

The mistress was shocked since Baldwin IV has never spoken to her like that, "My apologise my lord I will leave right away"

"Make sure you do, it seems like the palace has been lenient when it comes to security". The mistress didn't say anything and quietly left plotting her revenge when the queen is found. "I will ensure to win him back and make the queen's position so poor that she will seem invisible in palace"

"Gaurds, prepare the horses and ensure to send message to nearby Kingdoms as well" "Repeat the same message I gave you today to them as well"

Meanwhile:

"Thank you so much". I bowed against lady Sybilla the wife of King Bohemond III of Antioch I remember one of the Muslim sources mentioned her as Muslim spy but I never thought that it would be true. "No need to thank me" she replied with poisonous smile. "Just ensure not to get caught, erase all your traces" "In case you do, don't tell them who helped you". I asked her again doubtful "King Bohemond III of Antioch doesn't know, does he?".

"No he doesn't" she replied. "Now leave" "Your and mine journey ends here"." Leave as fast as you can, we have so less time right now" I smiled again and bowed one last time before I left in disguise looking for time portal. It took me some time until I finally reached my destination. "This has to be it" I thought as I looked at the place. Hopefully my calculations are correct. I need to hurry before I am caught or else my life will be over. Baldwin IV will be even harsher about guarding me but before that, I shuddered as I thought of his face red in anger. His eyes wide and cold and his teeth gritting. "Worst he can do is severely scolding and lot more restriction. I quickly dismissed myself of these pessimistic thoughts and went back thinking about my original plan . Based on my calculation time portal must be here. Time portal should open inside this river right now.

(Y/N)!!!

I froze. No! No! No! Why now?! Does universe really hate me so much. I could see the king, my husband with group of knights "Gaurds quickly stop the queen". Seeing them approaching I started running as far as I could, of course I was not match for trained knights with horses. I could hear my husband pleading"(Y/N) please don't jump" "Killing yourself will lead to enternal damnation in hell" "Your body won't be buried" "You won't be accepted by church". "Come back to me and I will forgive you". Angry I yelled at my husband "I hate you" "I will rather go into damnation of hell than being with you" "You killed whatever we had because of your adultery" My husband stopped at looking back at me shocked and hurt "(Y/N)"

Later:

"You mean to tell me that the queen jumped in river in front of everyone and was never found".

"Indeed my lady" replied the knight who secretly acted as spy for lady sybilla of Antioch. Sybilla laughed joyfully and said "In front of king as well" "How did the king react". The knight snickered and said "He later jumped in river as well when nobody was able to find her". "The king kept on trying to find the queen" "Finally he was physically retrainsed by his knights" "Everyone has accepted that the queen drowned in sorrow".

"After that" Lady sybilla of Antioch smiled like a excited child. The knight gleamed in joy and said "The king looked mentally dead when we arrived back" "He didn't say anything much" "Later he blamed his mistress saying that she was the one who seduced him" "That it was her fault this happened"

Lady sybilla nodded with joy and said "The king is known to be mentally strong" " Even when he first learned of his disease he was calm and accepting about it". Lady sybilla smiled again saying "That girl gave me more than I was expecting". "Soon Jerusalem will be ours"

Back to our time:

I was found in dead of night by station master near the railway tracks. I was drenched in water. I was asked questions but I could barely say anything in state of shock. I later was admitted to hospital. Soon I was discharged and left for home. Once I came back home.I was happy to wear my cozy clothes. "Finally, it's all over" I took my IPad and sat on my sofa surfing the web. I was curious about how events played out after I left. I did quick Google search and found out:

"King Baldwin IV ensured the gaurds kept close eye on Queen consort (Y/N) of Jerusalem after she found the king with his mistress. She was monitored all the time. Queen (Y/N) was able to escape though. Nobody knows how she was able to escape. Not even most researched historian of crusades can tell. Some historian have suggested that Raymond, count of Tripoli helped her with a maid acting as her spy to escape. While some suggested king Bohemond III of Antioch bribed some church members to help her escape but nobody knows for sure. The king went into his deep sorrow. His disease got infected worse because of swimming in contaminated water. We know now that he suffered with dysentery and swimming made it worse. The loss of queen affected his reign. The king reign was no doubt affected because of loss of his queen.....

I read further and realised how mistress was shunned. How her seduction was blamed and how Baldwin IV was thought to be king easily manipulated until recently rest all events went same with princess sybilla. "Yes, he is not a man to be manipulated" I thought Although unlike before Jerusalem did have quite a few losses like never before, I read further was able to find "Although king died of natural causes his body was never found". This last line seemed suspicious to me. "Wait.. wasn't he buried but his bones later removed from tomb in the late 12th-13th century after the recapture by the Ayyubid dynasty". I had a bad feeling about this, something isn't right

"Ma, Cherie" I froze. "Please not again". I turned around fearful and saw my king behind me looking sickly. "You shouldn't question my sense of duty" "I knew it I could find you ". I gulped in fear. "What did I get myself into" I thought

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count:1843

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Annnddd I’m back! so I know it’s been a while since the last update and I just wanna thank you all for having patience with me while I finished up with college, just a warning this chapter may feel a little awkward to read due to me just getting back into my writing mind so apologises in advance for this one. Anyways I’ll quit blabbering, Enjoy everyone! :)

This was my day of reckoning, my punishment for all the bad deeds I’d done over the past couple of years…I was finally being sent to school. Okay maybe that was a tad dramatic, but can you blame me? I mean who wants to be trapped in a building against their will for 7 hours straight learning about dead guys?! No sane person would willingly agree to that crap!

I’ve tried just about everything to avoid my approaching doom, hell I even went as far as hiding in the basement surrounded by cobwebs to try and get out of this, but as per usual neither Steve or Bucky took mercy on me, hence why in currently trapped between the two. “You are aware I’m perfectly capable of walkin’ by myself aren’t ya? The looping of the arms is not needed boys” I swear down these two are being more annoying than usual, and I didn’t think that was humanly possible cause these two are basically the living embodiment of annoyance. Steve turned and raised his eyebrows at me, shaking his head as he let out a small laugh, “Yeah there’s absolutely no way I’m fallin’ for that again, last time that happened it look me and Buck an hour to get you outta that tree”. Ah crap there goes that plan.

I’m pretty sure the noise I made wasn’t even human, it was a mix between a seal and a possessed monkey “I’m not gonna get outta this am I?” “Nope” and que another frustrated groan. “Is this payback for the time I placed that bucket of flour above your bedroom door and watched the both of you turn into ghosts? If it is then I want you to know I regret nothin’” both of them stopped and glared at me, for some reason they didn’t find that as funny as I did, and I have no idea why. Okay whatever you do y/n don’t laugh, even if Steve’s face looks like a slapped arse don’t laugh! A snicker slipped past my lips and a few seconds later I was full on laughin’.  Goddamn it.

Both of em just let out a bunch of sighs and started draggin’ my butt along the street, wait there’s somethin’ I haven’t tried yet…in hindsight this is completely stupid but screw it. “OH MY GOD LOOK A SPACESHIP!” I’m pretty sure poor Bucky jumped outta his skin, Steve ended up trippin’ up and falling down, I’ll admit that I felt bad about but hey may plan worked! So why am I still standin’ there?… maybe we try this thing called running y/n! I quickly pulled my arm away from Bucky and used my new-found freedom to run in the opposite direction of them, I could hear the shouts of protest from the both of them, so I decided to kindly ignore them and absolutely leg it.  “GODAMMN IT Y/N! THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS MORNIN’!” when were the boys gonna catch on that I didn’t wanna go? Do I need to prepare a firework show and blast it in their faces or somethin’…probably.  

I know I probably shouldn’t be smiling, but the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as my feet hit the ground made me feel free, after so many years I could finally begin acting my age and enjoy my childhood. I finally felt content with my life, which is probably the opposite of what I should be feeling at this moment in time, considering I was currently making my grand escape. And to completely honest I’ve got no bloody clue as to where I am. I glanced behind me to see where the hell those idiots were, to my surprise Steve was directly behind me, Buck was somewhere in the back holdin’ his knee and I’m guessing the daft sod decked it. Why am I not surprised? Okay maybe I should of kept my mouth shut cause literally a second later my foot tripped over a rock and, you guessed correctly, I landed on my ass for the thousandth time!

“Sh*t! Cr*p! B*lls! That f**king hurt!” and that ladies and gentlemen is my fine command of the queens English, a groan of pain made me loose my train of thought as I turned my head to Steve, to put it simply he was laid flat on his back with his eye closed. Well there’s the rush of guilt I’ve been waiting for, “Sh*t Steve I’m sorry, you okay down there tough guy?” I quickly offered him my hand to help him up, I mean it’s the least I could do. Steve’s hand grabbed mine, a not so quiet grunt of pain made me feel even worse, quick question why am I such an assh*le at times? “Yeah, I’m fine y/n, don’t worry about it you know for a fact I’ve had worse” a quiet sigh left my lips as I brought him in for a hug, which was a tiny bit awkward due to the height difference. Once we pulled away from each other, I couldn’t supress the need to check him for anymore injuries, much to Steve’s embarrassment and Bucky’s amusement, “Jesus I’m gonna have to start wrapping ya up in blankets and pillows, Steve how the hell did you manage to get a bruise on your ear?!”

The sudden gasp behind me pretty much answered the question for me, it’s safe to say barney boy is in trouble…for the first in my life Bucky looks pretty f**king terrified of me, perfect. Slowly I started inching towards him, the glare I was sending him would probably make a demon cry for his mum…so yeah imma go kill the boy. I didn’t even have to say anything, he just started runnin’, “IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE STOLE MY FR**KING PUDDIN’ AND THE PUNK KNOWS I LOVE MY PUDDIN!’” YEP DEFINITELY KILLIN’ HIM “HE IS A SMALL AND GENTLE BOY HOW IN THE NAME OF HELL CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF LAYIN’ A HAND ON ‘IM?!” god this sounds like a bleeding soap opera.

 At this point I wouldn’t be surprised of someone called the cops on us, all everyone woulda seen was a big lad runnin’ for his life as a small lass tried to murder him while a smaller lad ran after the pair yellin’ for em to quit it.  Now that I think about, that’s actually hilarious. Wait, where was I? ah yes the murdering of one James Barnes…okay that is not a normal sentence I am aware. “HE.STOLE.MY.PUDDIN’! THAT A CRIME WORTHY OF DEATH!” oh for f**ksake “HOW THE HELL DO YA KNOW IT WAS HIM?! DID YOU NOT THINK IT COULDA BE BECCA?!” I think he made a sudden realisation, cause the dumbass stopped running and BOOM I was on the freakin’ floor. Again. We both groaned, mine was mostly in annoyance more than anything, but seriously the bloody floor is quickly becoming me best mate! “…. It just dawned on me that that could be a possibility…” if my neck twisted any quicker I’m 100% sure that I’d end up doin’ that weird owl thing “Oh now you realise?! Ya gonna say sorry to Steve or not?” a few seconds of silence gave me my answer. “Don’t give me that look y/n! I ain’t doing s**t till I’ve got some evidence so he’s still under my list of suspects!” oh my Jesus Christ this is gonna be the day I get arrested for murder isn’t it?

“Barnaby…you have exactly five seconds to run for your life so I highly recommend you get your affairs in order and kiss ya ass goodbye” oh hey look at that I didn’t yell at him! Well done me I’m so proud! “could you two quit trying to kill each other for 5 minutes?! We’re already late enough as is it and I ain’t explainin’ to the teacher why Buck’s outta it on the floor!” my f**kin god Steve just yelled! At me! why do I never have a camera when this s**t happens?  “Jeez, alright I’ll murder him later, calm your damn t*ts Rogers” and cue the sound of barely contained frustration in 3,2,1….

“I’m beginning to get the feelin’ that you don’t like me y/n” oh really? I wonder what gave that away “wow you catch on quickly don’t ya Barnaby?” by the looks of things I’m really doing wonders for his ego, buck’s head looks like it’s gotten smaller so the risk of him turning into a hot air balloon’s gone down. The feeling of a pair of eyes glaring at the back of my head once again reminded me that the blonde boy was quickly getting tired of our crap, my worst fears were confirmed once I met Steve’s surprisingly intimidating glare…how he manages to be both adorable and beyond f**king terrifying is a mystery to me. “Okay I’m comin’ just stop staring at me like I just murdered your kitten!” and the little s**t has the nerve to smirk and look pleased with himself, ugh he’s been hanging ‘round me and Bucky too long that’s for sure.

“Ya know Buck and you are gonna be the death of me” right do I be offended or pleased with that statement? “actually, if anything it’s gonna be the pair of you that send me to an early grave cause god knows the both of ya don’t know how to stay outta trouble” two muffled sounds of protest came from my left and from behind me, “what’s that supposed to mean?!” once again the point has been missed “do you really wanna know the answer to that? I’ve got my report and presentation ready on how you two are a pair of numpties”.

Maybe that was a tad harsh…okay wait never mind it seems I’ve learned how to fly again with the assistance of one James Buchannan Barnes. “this is coming from the girl who can’t walk five feet without fallin’ over somethin’?” as much as I hate to admit it the walking embodiment of frustration and annoyance has a point “what you call fallin’ I call floor hugs, now how about you pUT ME DOWN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!” wait when did Steve walk off? See this is what happens when an overgrown ape demands attention. I don’t even have to look at Buck to know he’s givin’ me that look that says, “what the hell?” and “I’m not surprised by this” at the same time, “Nah I don’t think that’s gonna happen doll” the temptation to kick ‘im where the sun doesn’t shine is too much to bare for me at this point. “And you wonder why I love Steve more that you” Buck’s face kinda looked like someone just shoved a whole lemon in his mouth, I’m almost certain that he woulda dropped me on my ass if it wasn’t for the fact that Steve came over and dragged us both through the gates of hell.

This is gonna be so much fun!……said no-one ever.  

Okay…maybe it didn’t suck as much a thought it did, hopefully my skills as a writer will come back for the next couple of chapters XD Thanks for reading ! :)

Rose xxx

[sunlitsinners]

🌠 💁 🌟 🎁 🌻 🌺 🍦 🐼 (half for Tae and half for Sunny; you can choose! o v o )

🌠 : if you were in charge of the world, what would the world look like?

The red-haired shot a look over at the blond, and he seemed to catch the gist of it. “I want to live in a world without restrictions and boundaries and rules. I’d love the world for its chaos, and knowing that I’d stand above it brings me a lot of satisfaction. If I was in charge of the world, I would let it unravel.” He played with a free lock of crimson, loving its softness. “As for her, she’d want to make a world of understanding. Not a world of forgiveness, because she knows she doesn’t deserve that much. But she’d want a world that understands her upbringing and her path and curses the world for making her what she is.” There was a moment of silence and Taehyung’s chuckle broke the void. “I don’t see anything wrong with her, but we both know that the world sees her differently.”

💁 : if someone was rude to you, would you be rude back?

At the question, Sunny’s eyes rolled at the back of her head, as she knows what to expect him to answer. Even though he was ready to reply, it was with his mouth wide open that he was interrupted. “It depends how rude. I usually punch people for it when I know they can take it. Taehyung would mark them as his next prey almost immediately.”

🌟 : what do you like about yourself? (must choose at least 3 things!)

His mouth still hanging open from being cut right before his answer made the boy unable to pick up his thoughts spread about. The woman replied with a sigh, one that couldn’t quite remind him that she perfectly knew the instant when he wanted to talk because she simply felt it in the air. “My small body would be one thing. Besides being aerodynamic and better at fitting in small places, I’m also pretty easy to throw around for fun.” The emotion on Taehyung’s face was a perfect mixture between horror and disgust, but it gave his friend the green light to continue her list.

“A second thing… the combination of my abilities with my jobs is exactly what makes me one of the best in my field. And I guess my aim is another great thing about me. My abilities always help with it, but it’s a skill I had to develop alongside my other talents.”

A flick to the forehead brought back the boy to a state of semi-consciousness. “I can eat all the food I want, I have a fast metabolism, and I’m great at covering my tracks,” he sputtered mechanically, barely out of his stupor at Sunny’s revelations.

🎁 : what never fails to make you happy?

“Food.” The mere thought of it made him drool and, unfortunately for his female friend, he let the strand reach the floor and create a small pool at their feet. “Gross. I hope you’ll clean that. You know this isn’t your apartment, right?” If Taehyung wasn’t going to do the cleaning, she’d be sure to tell Seo Ah about it. “Stillness. When I basically can feel nothing but myself within my sensitive sphere. I rarely get to cherish that kind of moment.”

🌻 : if you could change 3 things about the world what would you change?

At this, the boygrinned and pointed at the red-head. “I know she really wants soundproofwalls. It’s about that whole stillness thing. And her powers, yeah.” Inresponse, he got no less than a full-on glare. “You don’t understand how itworks, so maybe you should shut the fuck up. Change number 2 would be to changefriends. Why do you and Seo Ah have such a bubbly and idiotic personality? Itmakes me sick.”

She feignedvomiting on the floor next to them, which earned her a disapproving look. “Sunny누나 should lighten up,but I sure won’t waste my 3 changes on her stupid personality!” Even though thecomment was meant to be hurtful, the concerned person only rolled her eyes, noteven wanting to waster her energy on pretending to be offended. “I say that mythird change would be the past. I don’t particularly care about world events,but preventing what happened to my team years ago would be a nice change.”

Taehyung seemedsurprised for once, causing a frown to form on Sunny’s face. “What?” The singleword was full of annoyance, but it didn’t prevent the boy from responding witha lot of emotion in his voice. “So noble 누나! I didn’t knowyou’d want something like that! You’re usually so selfish and broody!” Thecreases on Sunny’s face deepened and, had it not been for the presence of this rengokuinkpersona asking them questions, Lilith would probably be beginning a brand-newlifetime. “Okay, but even though I’m making fun of 누나, if I could makethree changes in the world, they’d be pretty selfish,” he admitted.

“Let me guess,” shescoffed, leaning towards him with a finger threateningly pointing at him. “Onehas to do with cannibalism being legal and one has to do with God.” DespiteSunny’s smirk, Taehyung insisted on throwing unconvinced glances at her. Butshe knew better and she knew he just wanted to put on a show of some sort.

Suddenly, hesnapped his fingers and transformed the gesture into a thumb up to approve ofher conclusions. “Very perceptive of you 누나! Laws oncannibalism and murder are pretty restrictive, even if they give me theopportunity of hunting. But even if I got rid of them, I’d ultimately have toget rid of human morality. I don’t think I’d mind them going back to only havinganimalistic instincts. Us angels were always meant to be greater than humans.”

As much as hewould’ve liked to hear his friend’s rebuttal since she was the most human ofthem both, he thought they had spent quite enough time on this question, andthey would bicker unnecessarily. Without missing a beat, the cannibal completedhis answer with his third wish: “I think God wanted to punish my brothers,sisters and I by sending us down here and by separating us from each other. IfI could change something, it would be to be reborn with my kin.” Oddly enough,Taehyung’s last wish got Sunny to swallow her complaints.

🌺 : which languages do you know? which do you want to learn?

After quarrelling endlessly about the best changesthey could provide to the world, both looked at each other in a common answerto this question. “We both only know Korean and English. I don’t think there’smuch of a point in learning others,” Taehyung declared, but Sunny raised afinger to add another point. “Unless it’s to snoop on Boa 언니’s conversations inFrench. She probably badmouths us because we badmouth her.” And, at that addednote, both nodded in unison in a rare moment of agreement.

🍦 : what is one treasured childhood memory?

“Finding out aboutmy powers was an exhilarating moment,” Sunny recalled, despite encountering severalproblems during this questioning alone. “I thought the whole soundproof walls businesswas to help you function without being bothered by everything,” the boy cleverlynoted. He waved his arms around frantically while making several sounds, whichearned him a slap at the back of his head. “You being agitated doesn’thelp my case. But when I discovered I was a mutant and what I could do, Irealized I could do something of my life and be somebody other than this streetkid.”

Recognizing herlogic, Taehyung hummed in appreciation for the confession. “Mine’s easy: my 16thbirthday feast.” A raised eyebrow communicated Sunny’s confusion at how recentthe event occurred. “You’re not really a child per se when you’re 16years-old,” she retorted, before pointing at herself. “My childhoodmemory was something before I even turned 10.” The cannibal, being as cheeky ashe was, shook his head frantically and pulled his tongue at her.

“You need to be 18 to legally be an adult! Soanyone less than 18 years-old is technically a child.” For a moment, thered-head wished she had some sort of telekinetic power to either stop herselffrom hearing the boy’s nonsense or to stop him from talking. Either way, Sunnywas sure she’d still be rolling his eyes at him and still wouldn’t want towaste her abilities on him.

🐼 : if you could meet anyone, who would it be?

“OH! OH ! Iknow the answer to that!” Taehyung’s sudden screaming couldn’t be prevented andeven if the female mutant knew he was preparing himself to be as loud aspossible, she couldn’t cover her ears in time, which caused an uncomfortableringing to occur. Instantly annoyed, she groaned in desperation and startedmumbling to herself about her incomprehension as to why she’d ever accept to doa joint interview with him.

“Hannibal Lecter! I’dbe honoured to learn from him and be his pupil. Too bad he’s super fictional,”he moaned, defeated by the agony of reality. “What about you 누나? You have accessto confidential information about so many people and contacts all over theworld. No one can hide long enough from you.”

It was odd ofTaehyung to compliment Sunny on her skills, but it was surely appreciated. “You’reright, but I think I’d like to have a talk with whoever got us mutants to existin the first place. I’d like to know why we’re in a world where humans are muchweaker than us, but we’re a minority which they are afraid of. We, in turn,live in fear.” The fallen angel’s eyes darkened, not appreciating where thisconversation was heading for its implications. “You’d like to meet God? Becauseyou mutants are a result of mutating genes?”

Immediately understanding why there was a shift inhis mood, the assassin grinned at him and shrugged. “It really depends. Are we actuallythe result of mutating genes or has a science product released in the generalpopulation caused the mutation to spread? It’d be interesting to discover.” Sunny leaned towards Taehyung with a knowing smile on her lips. “But if it’s indeed your god that made us this way, I’d like to have a talk with him. And perhaps ask him about your story.”

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Mary had never had this problem with Michael's three sisters. They weren't jamming their hands down their pants every free minute they got. Mary, herself, had certainly never done such things. She was sure that her John had not, as well, when he was alive. How else had he gotten her with child in such quick succession? A family of four children in four years was the sign of a truly moral man.

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But Michael kept masturbating despite the impending doom it implied. He did his best to hide his activities. But once Mary knew the signs - the closed door, the loud music, the mysteriously sticky underwear and the vast consumption of tissues - she was always able to catch him.

Mary started off being kind. She patiently explained that it was natural for a boy Michael's age to have urges, but that God wanted him to remain pure. Then Mary threatened her son, telling him that every ejaculation would lead him one step closer to eternal damnation. She even tried punishments, ordering him off to bed without dinner as soon as she saw what he was up to. But everything she tried only seemed to make him do it more.

With nowhere left to turn, Mary went to talk to their family priest. She was embarrassed, of course. Admitting that she couldn't control her son, keep him on the moral path, made her feel like a failure. But Mary needed Father Donovan's wisdom more than her pride.

They met in his private office. Everything smelled slightly of old books and fresh potpourri. Sitting on the far side of Father Donovan's oversized wooden desk, Mary told him everything.

"I'm sorry Mary," Father Donovan said, "I know that losing your husband so young was hard for your family. Michael in particular. But masturbation is a sin. God is very clear about this. Man is only permitted to ejaculate inside a woman's vagina. Not in his underwear, a tissue, his own hand, or... Well, anywhere else he might think to put it."

"But he'll go to Hell," Mary said and sobbed.

"That's why he needs your help."

*

The long drive home gave Mary plenty of time to think about her problem. Could she wrap Michael's penis in something that kept him from touching it? What if she made sure someone was watching him all the time? It all sounded so stupid and ridiculous. Mary was failing her son and she knew it.

And then it came to her. Father Donovan had not said that Michael couldn't masturbate. The act itself was fine - it was the result, and what Michael did with it, that was the problem. Mary simply needed the appropriate receptacle for her son's spend. And wouldn't you know it? She had three of them just waiting for her at home.

*

Mary asked the entire family to join her around the kitchen table. The first to come down the stairs was her oldest daughter. Hope was 21, tall and thin with dark brown hair that she always kept tied up in a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of sensible slacks with a sweater over a button-down shirt.

Her middle daughter, Chastity, came down next. She was 20 and about medium height with bright blonde hair that ran in rings to her shoulders. She had a broader build, like her father's. Chastity was wearing a light blue sun dress that probably showed a bit too much of her large chest and shapely legs.

Finally Tabitha, the youngest at 18, entered the room. With light brown hair down to the middle of her back, she was a bit shorter than Chastity and a bit curvier than Hope. Especially in the hips. She was wearing a t-shirt with some cartoon character on it and a pair of ripped up jeans.

All three were very pretty girls - bright. Hope and Chastity were both top of their classes at college nearby, and Tabitha was in line for a scholarship to Villanova. And all three of them were single. It wasn't appropriate for such young women to have boyfriends. But Mary knew each would make an excellent wife sometime in the future.

Once everyone was seated, Mary called Michael into the room. At 19, he was tall and muscular, though often clumsy - like a boy trapped in an adult's body. It didn't help that it seemed like he'd outgrown his clothes overnight. Everything was just a tad too tight on her son's body.

Michael's unruly, curly brown hair bounced as he flopped into his seat. He clearly thought he was in some kind of trouble. Mary smiled - he was going to feel much better once she told him the good news.

"As all of you know, I've been struggling with how to deal with your brother and his little problem."

"Moooom," Michael said, burying his head behind his muscular arms, "Why are you always talking about this? It's so embarrassing."

"If you could control yourself we wouldn't have to talk about it," Mary said.

"It's OK, Michael," Hope said, kindly. She had stepped in as a surrogate second parent for her younger siblings after their father had died. "It's perfectly natural to want to do things like that. Especially as a young man." As always, Hope had a serious look on her face. The archetypal first child - driven and deliberate.

"I agree," Tabitha said, "I've read a lot about it." She was the smartest in the family, though also the most innocent. Tabitha spent so much time behind a screen, she often struggled when she stepped out into the real world.

"Yeah," Chastity said, "Everybody knows boys have to pet the one-eyed snake once a day or they, like, die." That was Chastity - always teasing. She wasn't mean, but Chastity wasn't exactly kind to her kin, either.

"Some people clearly think this is funny," Mary said, "But I know better. At first, I thought that you were innocent, Michael. Naive. Then I believed that you were doing it on purpose. Trying to hurt me and the family. But I've come to understand the truth: you cannot control yourself. And it's my job - the family's job - to help you. To keep your soul safe. That's why I've been talking to Father Donovan."

"Oh my God. Does everyone have to know?" Michael asked.

"Yes God," Mary said, "That's exactly the problem. Father Donovan made it very clear that you will be damned forever if we don't stop you from spilling your sperm all over the house. And unlike some people, I know that Father Donovan isn't the type to say things just to jerk me around."

Chastity giggled.

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Chastity burst out laughing. Her face bright red.

"It's not a joke, Chastity," Mary said, "We're all going to have to work together to make Father Donovan's solution work."

Well, it had been Mary's solution, really. But she felt like the family was more likely to listen if she put a bit of priestly guidance behind her thinking. And Father Donovan had given her the seed of the idea. The room went silent. She had their attention.

"Father Donovan reminded me that the problem isn't Michael's horrible addiction to self-pleasure..."

"Mooooom," Michael groaned.

"...it's what he's doing with the results."

"Look, Mom," Hope said, "We all want to help Michael out, but shouldn't this be a conversation between you and him? I'm not sure why we need to be involved."

"Because you're the ones that have to help him," Mary said.

"Wait," Chastity said, "You want us to like, jerk him..."

"Oh my Lord no! You can't do that to your brother. That would be terrible!" Mary said, shocked. She felt the whole room seem to sigh in relief, "Michael needs to ejaculate in your vaginas, not your hands."

All three sisters went stiff. They looked at each other side eyed. No one breathed, let alone said anything. Mary saw that Michael, however, was staring straight at Tabitha. He was making a very strange face that looked almost like desire.

"Isn't it the perfect solution?" Mary said, "God wants Michael's sperm to go inside a woman. So long as he does that, it's OK."

"You want us to fu... I mean, have intercourse with Michael?" Hope asked. Her voice slipped out like a whisper.

"Oh no, honey. Not at all. Michael will do his thing as usual. When he's ready to go, he'll just finish where he's supposed to. That's all."

"Oh, well if that's all," Chastity said.

"See," Mary said, "Your sister gets it."

"But Momma," Tabitha said, "None of us are on the pill."

"That's exactly right, honey," Mary said, "Birth control is also a sin. No pill or condoms or any of that. But there's such a thing as the rhythm method. Your body is only fertile for a few days each month, when you're ovulating. And we'll know when that is because we can track it on the calendar. Plus there's other signs too. So when you're not safe, Michael will simply use one of your other sisters, instead. That's why all of you have to work together."

"I'm so confused," Hope said.

"It's easy," Mary said, disappointed that her eldest daughter, of all people, didn't get it, "But if it makes you feel better, I'll supervise the first few times to make sure we get it right."

"Mom," Hope said, "I get that you're trying to help. But I don't know..."

Mary's patience finally snapped. "I have had it up to here with the entitlement in this family!" Mary jumped out of her seat, waving her finger at her daughters as she spoke. "I work so hard to provide for all of you. But I ask you to make one little sacrifice, one, and it's too much to ask. Clearly, I've raised selfish, spoiled little brats. If you're not willing to do this for your brother, maybe I should stop doing things for you. College, cell phones, clothes. I don't need to pay for those things. Maybe when you're working three jobs instead of going to class, you'll understand what it means to make concessions for the people you love."

The three girls all looked at each other with scared, tiny eyes. They tried asking more questions, but Mary made it clear that this was the only way forward. Finally, she extracted a promise from each of them that they would help their brother, no matter what. God, what was so hard about assisting a sibling, honestly?

As everyone left the room, Mary realized that her son hadn't said anything at all about her plan. He'd just nodded when she asked him to promise to use his sisters from then on. She supposed that Michael was so ashamed that it had come to this he couldn't say a word. Or perhaps he was overcome with happiness.

After all, Mary had just saved his soul.

*

Mary bought a big calendar and tacked it up on the fridge. Then she made each of the girls mark down their cycles so that they could determine their safe days. You'd think she was asking them to choose which finger they wanted to cut off, for all their complaining.

Mary knew better than to ask Michael to be regular about his activities. They would all have to play by ear and figure things out as they went. Fortunately, all three girls lived at home and they all had different schedules with school, extracurricular activities and, of course, church. That meant at least one sister would be available at all times.

With everything set up, Mary wanted to get things started as soon as possible. Fortunately, her son was on the same wavelength. That very next evening, after dinner, she heard music blaring in Michael's room. Her favorite scented hand lotion was missing from her bathroom. All the signs were there. Mary opened the door and, sure enough, there was Michael lying back on his bed. Pants around his ankles. Penis in his palm.

Mary had heard boys liked to look at pictures when they did it, but her son just had his eyes squeezed shut. His body twisted in rising pleasure. He was whispering a word that sounded a bit like 'Tabitha,' but Mary couldn't be sure.

Michael's eyes popped open when his mother walked in the room. "Holy... Mom! I told you not to bother me when I'm... When my door is shut."

"And I told you what to do the next time you masturbate," Mary said. She crossed her arms with disdain. Michael lay back, looking shocked. His penis was still in his fist, pulsing and purple.

"Well, come on then," Mary said, "Let's get this over with. Unless you need more time."

"No! I mean. No - it's pretty close."

"Good," Mary said, "Let's go find your sister."

"You mean Tabitha?" Michael asked, hopefully. Mary eyed him warily. One sister shouldn't be any more desirable than another. In any case, Tabitha was at volleyball practice and Hope had a night class. But fortunately Chastity was in her room and almost certainly ready to help.

"Maybe I'll wait," Michael said, "I'm pretty sure Chastity hates me."

"Chastity doesn't hate you," Mary said, "She just has a unique way of expressing her feelings." Michael looked ready to protest more, so she grabbed her son by the arm, dragged him out of his room, and marched him down the hall.

"Chastity is going to be so mad," Michael said.

"Of course she won't. If anything, she'd be angrier if you didn't let her help you. You'll see." Mary knocked on Chastity's door (a courtesy she hadn't given her son) and then opened the door.

Chastity was lying back on her bed, reading a book. She was wearing a conservative set of pajamas - red black plaid with long sleeves that almost looked like a little bedroom business suit. Chastity's golden curls splayed out on the pillow behind her.

"What we talked about," Mary said, "It's time." She shoved her son into the room. Michael was completely naked. He kept his head down, avoiding everyone's eyes. He held his erect penis in his hand like it was something that needed carrying. It looked to be about the same size as her husband's, Mary noticed. Perhaps a bit longer and definitely thicker. A very nice penis that would someday give Michael's future wife a lot of healthy babies.

Chastity looked up at her brother in shock. Her mouth moved, like she was trying to spin up a sassy retort, but no sound came out.

"Well, get on with it," Mary said. The siblings stared back at their mother. "Must I do everything? Fine. Michael, you said you were close, so get moving. Chastity, take your clothes off. You need to be ready when your brother is, or this will all be for nothing. Don't just stare at me like idiots. This is what we agreed to - get going!"

Michael began rubbing his hand up and down his member lightly. It didn't look to Mary like he was doing much, but she was willing to concede that everyone worked differently. Chastity lifted her pajama shirt over her head. Her large breasts spilled out.

"Holy fuck, sis!" Michael said, "Nice!"

Chastity gave her brother a look - it was supposed to be nasty, but it came out as kind of pleased. Mary had to admit, her daughter's breasts were quite big. Yet they still had the perkiness of youth. Her little pink nipples poked outward.

It occurred to Mary that her daughter didn't actually need to take her top off for this, but it was too late by that point. Plus it seemed to be working for Michael. He was rubbing himself much faster.

Chastity slid off her pants, then she lay back on the bed.

"Spread your legs a little, honey," Mary said. She stepped forward and pulled Chastity's knees apart. Her daughter's sex was as purple as her son's - her labia hung open and wanting. The strong scent of female arousal filled the room.

"You getting turned on by your sister, Perv?" Chastity asked.

"Oh yes," Michael said, like he couldn't hear the insult. His whole body turned red. He was breathing like he'd just run a race. Michael started to rub even faster - completely focused on his sister's naked body.

"OK, Michael. When you're..."

"Oh FUCK, I'm going to..." Michael tried to jump forward but it was too late. His semen spurted onto his sister's stomach and chest. He groaned as his body jerked, every ejaculation slowly covering his sister's ample chest.

"Ewww, gross!" Chastity said as she was splashed with her brother's sperm.

"You need to cum in your sister, dear, not on her," Mary said, not unkindly, "Don't worry. We'll keep practicing and you'll get it right eventually." She rubbed his head lovingly. Michael looked down at what he'd done.

"Sorry," Michael said, "I'm so sorry." He ran out of the room.

Mary glared down at Chastity. "That wasn't exactly what I meant by being supportive."

"It's not my fault he shot his spooge all over me," Chastity said.

"You didn't have to make him feel bad about it, though, did you?"

Chastity got up and started to wipe herself off with a tissue. She sighed. "Stupid, useless brother."

"We're all learning here," Mary said, "I expect you to be more encouraging next time, OK?"

"You mean, like, beg him to stuff my aching pussy with his huge, hard cock until he blasts me full of his hot, sticky cum?"

"Well, maybe not that encouraging," Mary said.

*

After a little time had passed, Mary went to her son's room and talked to him. She told him that no one was upset. He just needed to learn to time things better.

"With Chastity there naked and watching me. I'm sorry, Mom. I lost control," Michael said.

"I understand honey. And now we know how to fix things for next time," Mary said.

Michael nodded. She thought, for a moment, she saw him smile.

"Chastity is very beautiful, isn't she?" Mary said.

"She's OK."

"And Hope," Mary said, "Don't you think she's pretty?"

"Sure, I guess. They're my sisters. Chastity's so mean and Hope's always being bossy. It's hard for me to think of them that way."

"And Tabitha?"

"Oh, Tabby's gorgeous. Everyone knows that," Michael said.

"Mmhmm," Mary said, "You're a very lucky boy."

"I suppose I am."

*

After the previous day's debacle, Mary knew she needed to adjust her idea of how things would go. Just randomly selecting a sister in the moment was too complicated. They needed to make the process as easy as possible to start with. Later, once they had a system, they could be less organized about things.

She also decided that Michael may have been right. Mary had no doubt that Chastity would be fine in the long run, but she probably wasn't the best choice for a first try. And if the 20-year old blonde had struggled with doing things right, then starting things off with baby, brunette Tabitha was out of the question. Plus Michael's own reactions to his little sister were a bit troubling. This was supposed to be functional, not fantasy.

So, Mary made Michael promise the next day to masturbate at a certain time. He grumbled and complained but he agreed. Then she made sure Hope would be around at the right moment and ready. Mary told her oldest daughter to wait in her room, already naked. Then she went to Michael and told him he could begin.

Mary waited in the hallway while her son went to work. She thought it would be a few minutes, but a good amount of time passed before she heard her son's door open. He was naked again and cradling his penis the same way he had before. It looked a little larger this time, somehow.

Mary led him back to Hope's bedroom. The tall brunette knew to expect them, so Mary didn't bother to knock. She opened the door and shoved Michael inside.

Much like her sister the day before, Hope lay back naked on top of the covers. She was long enough that her feet hung off the end of the bed. Hope was very thin with tiny, barely-there breasts. Her brown hair was still neatly tied back in a ponytail. Hope was very beautiful - all my girls are, Mary thought proudly - and she could see by Michael's reaction to his naked sister that he found her attractive as well. Despite his earlier denial.

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The Interrogation

They caught you. It didn’t take long. This should have been a hint. A hint as to exactly who you were dealing with. Somehow it went right over your head. Naïve, maybe. 

All you know is you sit there feeling like a idiot because now your missing work. You’re a new Teller at one of those small credit unions. It’s not a snazzy job for someone who lives in the city but it pays with benefits. You know it’s not the most exciting job but honestly you didn’t have much choice. No money in your account meant no way to pay the bills. This was a life raft ultimately....

If only you could see the sharks in the water. Metaphorically of course. 

At this moment the only blue directly in front of you are the two cops who dragged you in right off the street. They seem insistent on taking you into this dark dinghy extremely close to Hollywood interrogation room. The small chair placed perpendicular to a wall that clearly has two sided glass on it. Then there is the lamp on the desk. It’s beam is pushed directly into your line of sight, illuminating only you in this moment.

“Where were you last night?” the fist of one of the Cops shakes the table as he slams it down onto it. You can easily place his accent as American like your own and he has a chillingly cheerful demeanor while somehow managing to be frustratingly overbearing. He has blonde hair with a cowlick sticking up awkwardly between the bangs. His blue eyes clear from behind two black framed square spectacles. His cheeks dotted with acne blemishes and yet no actual active pimples. 

“I-I was working.” you struggle out, trying to recall exactly where you were. You’d never had any run ins with law. You were unnaturally tame as a teen. No ruckus, no cause, no rebellion. “a-at the credit union down on 53rd..n-near Japantown?”

“We know where you work, love.” the other Cop sits directly across from you, arms crossed in front of him. His a voice has that British lilt to it like he’d just arrived from London the night before. His exhaustion evenly clear by the dark restless circles under them. A blush of freckles dot his neck and near his ears. He also has giant Eyebrows, but it would be too easy to comment fully on those Caterpillars. 

Big Hairy Caterpillars..

Like ones that somehow were genetically engineered to never pupate and just grow bigger and fatter for reasons only the government knows. 

“Is there anyone who can bear witness to your alibi?” The British Officer tilts his head, the Caterpillars knitting together in that moment of brow scrutiny into a even bigger more gigantic hair tendrilled entity. 

You shake yourself out of the eyebrow thing to realise your being glared at by both of them. 

The American officer is more pouting, he doesn’t seem capable of removing the sparkle of light in his eyes. It almost seems like he’s enjoying this-

“HE ASKED YOU A QUESTION!” another slam of the fist, teetering the lamp off the table but the Brit easily caught it with barely a bit of movement. He placed it back on the table and looked up at you again with a glare possibly not reserved for you at all...

“Alfred,” warned the Brit, “Ease up please.” 

“What?” Alfred grunted back looking finally away from you and down at his partner, “Artie! I’m on your side! This is a interrogation!” 

“Arthur.” reminds Artie. He clearly does not have any patience for his partner...but then you think about Good Cop Bad Cop. Is that what they are doing? Leading you on? Is this whole thing staged to get you to confess? But wait...to what? 

“I-i’m sorry.” you interrupt and both glare over at you again, “I don’t understand...any of this. What do you think I did?” you ask. 

They both make no movement to explain it to you only to turn back to each other and mutter in low very rushed hisses that you catch only a few things from. 

“----and you think-----no do I---how is that even-----what if---no not even--we discussed that---” 

It was like the two were running in circles chasing their own tails. You looked between them not sure how exactly you fit in here. Their voices only rose louder and louder until the pane of one way glass right behind you is knocked on boisterously. It garners both of their attention and they both hurriedly move out of the interrogation room without saying another word to you. 

Sitting there you try to think about yesterday...

Was there anything around you that would warrant this kind of...situation? 

You’d had your usual amount of customers. You sold a bunch of credit cards, even managed to push through a loan. You were still new so that had been huge! Your boss hadn’t commented on it yet but you were sure the stoic cool Swede Mr. Oxenstierna would at some point remark your growth. It was just hard what with Oranda the Head Teller always garnering all of the attention with customers and landing all sorts of new accounts. There was no way to compete with him. 

It drained you of a lot of your enthusiasm still you were trying every damn day. 

None of that answered the current situation though...

At this moment the door opens again and in comes the British officer once more, alone. He pushes the chair he once sat in to the side and puts his arms down on the table to look directly down at you. You play with your hands in your lap nervously just fidgeting. 

He speaks slowly and calmly, “There was a accident yesterday just outside your place of work. We are asking everyone on schedule that day to recall their shift.” 

He says nothing more, just takes back the chair and sits. He waits, patient and quiet watching you. 

“I...” a accident? Did he mean... “I..I did...” shit you remember now. How could you forget? But to go to this length? Clearly they had been important! How could you have fucked up so badly?

The British officer leans forward just a bit in his chair watching you intently. 

You chew your bottom lip, “I didn’t mean too. I just spilled it and before I knew it it was all over them and they said it burned but it was a accident-”

“Wait, what?” frowns the Brit.

“Earl Grey, Tea from the break room? I just am clumsy and I know it’s no excuse. I spilled it all over a customer and I apologized and he seemed OK but I guess he was hurt. I didn’t mean to hurt him!” you get out in one breath somehow. 

The officer just stares at you, green eyes wide with similarly colored honey hair messily askew in front of his face. His right eye began to twitch a bit as he realized you were not kidding. “No...that is...not the accident we are-” he sighs, inhaling sharply and collects himself. “A man was run over by a speeding car at 1:23 yesterday afternoon. No one caught the license plate and it was right outside the branch you work at-”

“Oh.” you said, feeling somehow worse then when you spilled that tea.

“We have on record that you were on break at 1:23? Yes?” 

“Y-yes, officer.” you manage to say although some part of your face feels extremely hot and your sure if your not red in the face of sheer embarrassment you don’t know what other colors you’d be. 

“Good, then. You are the only accounted for worker who could have been out and about to see the vehicle or...” and there is a long pause. The green eyes truly look you over. The British officer’s lips turn up into a small smile, amused he is. You aren’t sure with what but he clearly is. “driving that vehicle.” 

“Y--you think I h-h-hit someone?” you murmur out, unable to even formulate the image in front of your eyes. You’ve only had one ticket and it was because you ran over a chipmunk. You felt so awful you found the first cop on the side of the road and turned yourself in. He told you the chipmunk probably didn’t have family and he wouldn’t be notifying next of kin. He was pretty rude about it. 

“No, honestly, not at all. Your background is clear, crisp even.” the officer remarks as he sits back tilting his head to one side to look you over one more time, “I was thinking maybe your just really good at hiding who you are...but I honestly think you were just on break and someone is trying to frame you.”

“Frame...me...” you say the two words slowly. The British officer keeps talking. You listen but someone you feel like your floating a bit.

“It’s not uncommon. Back in Scotland Yard we saw such things often. It isn’t a surprise that such fraud would happen here especially to a new teller.” he nods at you and you can just slowly stare down at the table. “Hey, chin up. We just need a statement about your lunch break and maybe we can find a clue from it, hm?” 

“I will!” you say without hesitation, “I can tell you anything I can, Officer, sir.” 

“Arthur Kirkland....Arthur is fine.” Officer Arthur uncrosses his arms and gently raps the top of the table with his knuckles signaling for you to go ahead.

“It was my break...I went for food across the way.”

“Across the way where?” 

“T-the food court in the new mall they put in. It’s just a block down from work. I wanted some dumplings so I went to this place I really like that specializes. It was easy since Japantown and Chinatown are right next to each other.” you feel like your rambling. Are you rambling? Oh god. Make this end.

“I admit I enjoy sneaking treats from Chinatown as well now that I practically live at the precinct.” Arthur is kind. You are grateful. 

“Right so I went there and the shop keep was nice but really upset with me because I had a lot of change I wanted to get rid of...” you pause nervous that this isn’t helpful, “I don’t know if this helps...it’s sort of...”

“You never know what will.” he says.

You inhale sharply and finally, “he got really pissed at me, the owner and took the change but I think he wanted to punish me so he like went off fuming with my change and made me kind of late getting back. I had only 2 minutes left on my break I didn’t even get to eat the dumplings...I even have leftovers as proof!” you admit this is a tad embarrassing. 

Arthur just smiled slightly and then let it fall to show he trusted you. 

“I think I know the owner your talking about...he’s a bit of a stiff one. Bit unpleasant, really.” 

“Y-yeah, yeah!” you smile but realizing your the only one doing so makes it become a cringe. “So then I went back to work.”

“Did you notice a crowd or anything outside?” Arthur asks, “A ambulance? Anything?”

You think back, “N-no...there was...No one. It was dead quiet.” 

Arthur nods. 

“I remember feeling weird because it was as quiet as it normally is when I come in in the morning.” you feel the sun on your skin, hear birds chirping although the park in front of the branch is barren of any other life. You feel like there was something else, something you did notice that you brought up to...

No it wasn’t you. 

“There is one thing. I went inside and there is this one guy who always comes in after my lunch break.”

“Yes?”

“He is a bit...salacious I guess?” 

“Good word.” smiled Arthur. You fidget some more.

“Scrabble.” 

Arthur chuckles.

“He has short length blonde hair and these really mean looking eyes. Always wears pink and talks...he’s not American...” 

“Where is he from?” Arthur frowns.

“I’m sorry...I’m still new...I don’t know...”

“Just tell me about what time he would be in? We can pull it off cameras.” 

“1:30-1:45.” you pause, hesitating to say so, “He..tends to sit in the parking lot with his partner for well over 30 minutes before coming inside...” 

“You sure?”

“Yes, the Head teller remarked on it to me. He told me to let him deal with him since when Mr. Luka...weis? when he comes in he needs everything done fast.” 

“Thank you.” Arthur says and stands up, “You have helped immensely.” 

“R-really?” 

“Yes. If I could bother you to follow me I can see you out.” Arthur motions to the door.

You feel yourself rise out of the chair, “R-really?” 

“Yes. Of course. If we have any other questions we will contact you...and if you can think of anything.” as you approach him Arthur just smiles and pushes your back out the door. 

The dark dismal interrogation room disappearing behind you.

You make it back to work in record time. No one asks why you were late and it seems like everything is business as usual. You clock in and head to just behind the teller line. As you set up for your day the door bell chimes and instantly Oranda greets them although the sound of his voice is neither cheerful or bright. It remains calm and cool-

“Welcome. What can we do for you today?” the thing is your head is down when the click happens. You hear it but you only feel Oranda tense up next to you. 

“Put money in bag-” the thick Slavic accent weighs heavier then your head as your neck can’t seem to lift your head up and face the gun barrel pointed on Oranda at that moment. 

“You do not want this.” Oranda the Head Teller says, his voice holds no surprise and you wonder for the millionth time what he’s made of. The guy has perfectly structured spikey hair and chiseled jawline. You are quite sure most of the female accounts opening recently are due to his looks. They never want to deal with you. 

“Oh?” scoffs the Slavic one, your head still down. You wonder if moving a inch will end up in getting you shot or Oranda. So you don’t.  “Did not realize I ask for opinion.” There is barely a pause. “Money, bag, NOW.”

Oranda brings his hand down to the drawer but he seems not to stray from eye contact with the robber. 

“You know who own this bank, right?” something changes in Oranda’s voice, it’s like something thicker and smoother comes out. A accent you swear you have never head him talk in and yet it suits him so well you can’t help but wonder if it’s always been there. “He won’t be pleased.”

“No care. Money. OR-” a swish and the gun is clearly pointed toward you. “I shoot new one.” 

Time seems to stand still. Oranda collects money from the drawer before him. He makes no motion toward you and he certainly isn’t about to say anything. As you listen to the rustle of paper in his hands you dare a peek up and right into the caliber of the gun a 9mm magnum aimed heftly on you. You only know the kind of gun because your American. It’s practically culturally required. Like knowing a poison snake from a garden one- only all guns shoot bullets. You ain’t about that life. 

“Here.” Oranda pushes the bag of money he’s organized to the robber. He impressively doesn’t lower his gun as he takes the bag. You don’t dare look directly up in case he fires. You may just have enough of a chance to duck down and out of the way if he does. It would be close though. 

With a flurry of steel colored trench coat the robber moves back for the door, gun in hand. Oranda doesn’t blink he taps the silent alarm under the table. He almost looks bored as he stares after the robber. 

“Do come again, Mr Braginsky.” 

The robber stops at the door and doesn’t need to look back as he shoots up once, twice, and a third time into the ceiling. You note the color of his hair as you jump in your skin with each bullet. It’s white, like snow. 

Oranda sighs once he’s gone and picks up the phone on it’s second ring. “Yes, Oxenstien….Sir. Yes. We had him in again. Yes. I gave him the dye pack.” Oranda seems so matter a fact. You feel your legs give out as you slink down to the floor putting your head against the teller line. 

You’re alive. 

How? How did you just survive that?

“No, no casualties...although...” Oranda looks down at you with a irritated look, “He might have BM’d.” 

You choke at his remark. You didn’t shit yourself! Jesus!

“I will, sir. Yes, sir. As always. Very good. Thank you.” Oranda hangs up and he moves away from the teller line. Outside sirens approach and cop cars pull in one after another. 

Oranda motions them inside and begins to explain the robbery in detail. The officer with him leaves his side and approaches you behind the teller line. You flinch as he reaches out to touch your shoulder. He has white hair too, very pale skin and a unpleasantly smirking expression on his lips. This hardly seems the time...

“Name, please.” remarks the officer. You glance around the bank trying to recall your own name. The officer sighs, “Nein….what happened here?” the other officer questioning Oranda seems much bigger then the one in front of you. There is also a irritating scratchy tone to the voice of the one in front of you. Pompous even. 

“We...were robbed.”

“Ahhhh, it’s all clear now.” remarks the officer. Again mocking you so obviously. You glare at him then at the ground. You hate conflict. You hate it so much. “Look I vant to help but I can not do that if you von’t tell me who did this.”

“I didn’t see him.” you admit, “He had a gun in my face.”

“vhat kinda gun?” 

“9mm magnum.” you murmur although your own voice sounds far far away from you. 

The cop egregiously scribbles that down. “That helps, danka.” he turns back to approach his partner clearly giving up on you. 

“Is this normal?” You ask his back. 

“Huh?” he says turning to you, “dis?” the officer seems to consider this. Around his neck is a black chain with a black cross. The smithery on it is impressive and it seems dirty and aged. The officer puts a hand on his hip and eyes you with amusement. “Yeah, all the time. Better get used to it.”

“GIL-” snarled the much bigger officer near the door now done with Oranda.

“The Vargas will wrap this up.” a word of warning, a threat. It isn't clear as the officer walks away. 

You stand there wondering for the millionth time...what your doing? 

Then you see the blue dye on the ground. It’s spotty at first and goes all the way out the door. The cops follow it. 

“Boss is coming. Clean up.” Oranda says and passes you. He puts his hand at one point on your shoulder making you feel just a bit better, more grounded. 

You head to the bathroom to clean up. You can’t look disheveled in front of your boss. 

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Mary had a problem: her 19-year-old son, Michael, would not stop masturbating.

Mary had never had this problem with Michael's three sisters. They weren't jamming their hands down their pants every free minute they got. Mary, herself, had certainly never done such things. She was sure that her John had not, as well, when he was alive. How else had he gotten her with child in such quick succession? A family of four children in four years was the sign of a truly moral man.

Mary found out about Michael's habit in the usual way. She went into his bedroom to pick up the laundry and there he was, jamming on himself like a deranged animal. It was horrible, and she told him to stop immediately. Mary was angry at her son, of course, but most of all she was scared. She knew what Michael was doing was a terrible sin.

But Michael kept masturbating despite the impending doom it implied. He did his best to hide his activities. But once Mary knew the signs - the closed door, the loud music, the mysteriously sticky underwear and the vast consumption of tissues - she was always able to catch him.

Mary started off being kind. She patiently explained that it was natural for a boy Michael's age to have urges, but that God wanted him to remain pure. Then Mary threatened her son, telling him that every ejaculation would lead him one step closer to eternal damnation. She even tried punishments, ordering him off to bed without dinner as soon as she saw what he was up to. But everything she tried only seemed to make him do it more.

With nowhere left to turn, Mary went to talk to their family priest. She was embarrassed, of course. Admitting that she couldn't control her son, keep him on the moral path, made her feel like a failure. But Mary needed Father Donovan's wisdom more than her pride.

They met in his private office. Everything smelled slightly of old books and fresh potpourri. Sitting on the far https://thedailychain.com/beware-of-melius-brothers-moyn-and-monir-now-promoting-onecoin-like-scheme/

"I'm sorry Mary," Father Donovan said, "I know that losing your husband so young was hard for your family. Michael in particular. But masturbation is a sin. God is very clear about this. Man is only permitted to ejaculate inside a woman's vagina. Not in his underwear, a tissue, his own hand, or... Well, anywhere else he might think to put it."

"But he'll go to Hell," Mary said and sobbed.

"That's why he needs your help."

*

The long drive home gave Mary plenty of time to think about her problem. Could she wrap Michael's penis in something that kept him from touching it? What if she made sure someone was watching him all the time? It all sounded so stupid and ridiculous. Mary was failing her son and she knew it.

And then it came to her. Father Donovan had not said that Michael couldn't masturbate. The act itself was fine - it was the result, and what Michael did with it, that was the problem. Mary simply needed the appropriate receptacle for her son's spend. And wouldn't you know it? She had three of them just waiting for her at home.

*

Mary asked the entire family to join her around the kitchen table. The first to come down the stairs was her oldest daughter. Hope was 21, tall and thin with dark brown hair that she always kept tied up in a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of sensible slacks with a sweater over a button-down shirt.

Her middle daughter, Chastity, came down next. She was 20 and about medium height with bright blonde hair that ran in rings to her shoulders. She had a broader build, like her father's. Chastity was wearing a light blue sun dress that probably showed a bit too much of her large chest and shapely legs.

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All three were very pretty girls - bright. Hope and Chastity were both top of their classes at college nearby, and Tabitha was in line for a scholarship to Villanova. And all three of them were single. It wasn't appropriate for such young women to have boyfriends. But Mary knew each would make an excellent wife sometime in the future.

Once everyone was seated, Mary called Michael into the room. At 19, he was tall and muscular, though often clumsy - like a boy trapped in an adult's body. It didn't help that it seemed like he'd outgrown his clothes overnight. Everything was just a tad too tight on her son's body.

Michael's unruly, curly brown hair bounced as he flopped into his seat. He clearly thought he was in some kind of trouble. Mary smiled - he was going to feel much better once she told him the good news.

"As all of you know, I've been struggling with how to deal with your brother and his little problem."

"Moooom," Michael said, burying his head behind his muscular arms, "Why are you always talking about this? It's so embarrassing."

"If you could control yourself we wouldn't have to talk about it," Mary said.

"It's OK, Michael," Hope said, kindly. She had stepped in as a surrogate second parent for her younger siblings after their father had died. "It's perfectly natural to want to do things like that. Especially as a young man." As always, Hope had a serious look on her face. The archetypal first child - driven and deliberate.

"I agree," Tabitha said, "I've read a lot about it." She was the smartest in the family, though also the most innocent. Tabitha spent so much time behind a screen, she often struggled when she stepped out into the real world.

"Yeah," Chastity said, "Everybody knows boys have to pet the one-eyed snake once a day or they, like, die." That was Chastity - always teasing. She wasn't mean, but Chastity wasn't exactly kind to her kin, either.

"Some people clearly think this is funny," Mary said, "But I know better. At first, I thought that you were innocent, Michael. Naive. Then I believed that you were doing it on purpose. Trying to hurt me and the family. But I've come to understand the truth: you cannot control yourself. And it's my job - the family's job - to help you. To keep your soul safe. That's why I've been talking to Father Donovan."

"Oh my God. Does everyone have to know?" Michael asked.

"Yes God," Mary said, "That's exactly the problem. Father Donovan made it very clear that you will be damned forever if we don't stop you from spilling your sperm all over the house. And unlike some people, I know that Father Donovan isn't the type to say things just to jerk me around."

Chastity giggled.

"In fact, Father Donovan has given me an idea for how we can handle Michael's problem, so it doesn't shoot us all in the face."

Chastity burst out laughing. Her face bright red.

"It's not a joke, Chastity," Mary said, "We're all going to have to work together to make Father Donovan's solution work."

Well, it had been Mary's solution, really. But she felt like the family was more likely to listen if she put a bit of priestly guidance behind her thinking. And Father Donovan had given her the seed of the idea. The room went silent. She had their attention.

"Father Donovan reminded me that the problem isn't Michael's horrible addiction to self-pleasure..."

"Mooooom," Michael groaned.

"...it's what he's doing with the results."

"Look, Mom," Hope said, "We all want to help Michael out, but shouldn't this be a conversation between you and him? I'm not sure why we need to be involved."

"Because you're the ones that have to help him," Mary said.

"Wait," Chastity said, "You want us to like, jerk him..."

"Oh my Lord no! You can't do that to your brother. That would be terrible!" Mary said, shocked. She felt the whole room seem to sigh in relief, "Michael needs to ejaculate in your vaginas, not your hands."

All three sisters went stiff. They looked at each other side eyed. No one breathed, let alone said anything. Mary saw that Michael, however, was staring straight at Tabitha. He was making a very strange face that looked almost like desire.

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"You want us to fu... I mean, have intercourse with Michael?" Hope asked. Her voice slipped out like a whisper.

"Oh no, honey. Not at all. Michael will do his thing as usual. When he's ready to go, he'll just finish where he's supposed to. That's all."

"Oh, well if that's all," Chastity said.

"See," Mary said, "Your sister gets it."

"But Momma," Tabitha said, "None of us are on the pill."

"That's exactly right, honey," Mary said, "Birth control is also a sin. No pill or condoms or any of that. But there's such a thing as the rhythm method. Your body is only fertile for a few days each month, when you're ovulating. And we'll know when that is because we can track it on the calendar. Plus there's other signs too. So when you're not safe, Michael will simply use one of your other sisters, instead. That's why all of you have to work together."

"I'm so confused," Hope said.

"It's easy," Mary said, disappointed that her eldest daughter, of all people, didn't get it, "But if it makes you feel better, I'll supervise the first few times to make sure we get it right."

"Mom," Hope said, "I get that you're trying to help. But I don't know..."

Mary's patience finally snapped. "I have had it up to here with the entitlement in this family!" Mary jumped out of her seat, waving her finger at her daughters as she spoke. "I work so hard to provide for all of you. But I ask you to make one little sacrifice, one, and it's too much to ask. Clearly, I've raised selfish, spoiled little brats. If you're not willing to do this for your brother, maybe I should stop doing things for you. College, cell phones, clothes. I don't need to pay for those things. Maybe when you're working three jobs instead of going to class, you'll understand what it means to make concessions for the people you love."

The three girls all looked at each other with scared, tiny eyes. They tried asking more questions, but Mary made it clear that this was the only way forward. Finally, she extracted a promise from each of them that they would help their brother, no matter what. God, what was so hard about assisting a sibling, honestly?

As everyone left the room, Mary realized that her son hadn't said anything at all about her plan. He'd just nodded when she asked him to promise to use his sisters from then on. She supposed that Michael was so ashamed that it had come to this he couldn't say a word. Or perhaps he was overcome with happiness.

After all, Mary had just saved his soul.

*

Mary bought a big calendar and tacked it up on the fridge. Then she made each of the girls mark down their cycles so that they could determine their safe days. You'd think she was asking them to choose which finger they wanted to cut off, for all their complaining.

Mary knew better than to ask Michael to be regular about his activities. They would all have to play by ear and figure things out as they went. Fortunately, all three girls lived at home and they all had different schedules with school, extracurricular activities and, of course, church. That meant at least one sister would be available at all times.

With everything set up, Mary wanted to get things started as soon as possible. Fortunately, her son was on the same wavelength. That very next evening, after dinner, she heard music blaring in Michael's room. Her favorite scented hand lotion was missing from her bathroom. All the signs were there. Mary opened the door and, sure enough, there was Michael lying back on his bed. Pants around his ankles. Penis in his palm.

Mary had heard boys liked to look at pictures when they did it, but her son just had his eyes squeezed shut. His body twisted in rising pleasure. He was whispering a word that sounded a bit like 'Tabitha,' but Mary couldn't be sure.

Michael's eyes popped open when his mother walked in the room. "Holy... Mom! I told you not to bother me when I'm... When my door is shut."

"And I told you what to do the next time you masturbate," Mary said. She crossed her arms with disdain. Michael lay back, looking shocked. His penis was still in his fist, pulsing and purple.

"Well, come on then," Mary said, "Let's get this over with. Unless you need more time."

"No! I mean. No - it's pretty close."

"Good," Mary said, "Let's go find your sister."

"You mean Tabitha?" Michael asked, hopefully. Mary eyed him warily. One sister shouldn't be any more desirable than another. In any case, Tabitha was at volleyball practice and Hope had a night class. But fortunately Chastity was in her room and almost certainly ready to help.

"Maybe I'll wait," Michael said, "I'm pretty sure Chastity hates me."

"Chastity doesn't hate you," Mary said, "She just has a unique way of expressing her feelings." Michael looked ready to protest more, so she grabbed her son by the arm, dragged him out of his room, and marched him down the hall.

"Chastity is going to be so mad," Michael said.

"Of course she won't. If anything, she'd be angrier if you didn't let her help you. You'll see." Mary knocked on Chastity's door (a courtesy she hadn't given her son) and then opened the door.

Chastity was lying back on her bed, reading a book. She was wearing a conservative set of pajamas - red black plaid with long sleeves that almost looked like a little bedroom business suit. Chastity's golden curls splayed out on the pillow behind her.

"What we talked about," Mary said, "It's time." She shoved her son into the room. Michael was completely naked. He kept his head down, avoiding everyone's eyes. He held his erect penis in his hand like it was something that needed carrying. It looked to be about the same size as her husband's, Mary noticed. Perhaps a bit longer and definitely thicker. A very nice penis that would someday give Michael's future wife a lot of healthy babies.

Chastity looked up at her brother in shock. Her mouth moved, like she was trying to spin up a sassy retort, but no sound came out.

"Well, get on with it," Mary said. The siblings stared back at their mother. "Must I do everything? Fine. Michael, you said you were close, so get moving. Chastity, take your clothes off. You need to be ready when your brother is, or this will all be for nothing. Don't just stare at me like idiots. This is what we agreed to - get going!"

Michael began rubbing his hand up and down his member lightly. It didn't look to Mary like he was doing much, but she was willing to concede that everyone worked differently. Chastity lifted her pajama shirt over her head. Her large breasts spilled out.

"Holy fuck, sis!" Michael said, "Nice!"

Chastity gave her brother a look - it was supposed to be nasty, but it came out as kind of pleased. Mary had to admit, her daughter's breasts were quite big. Yet they still had the perkiness of youth. Her little pink nipples poked outward.

It occurred to Mary that her daughter didn't actually need to take her top off for this, but it was too late by that point. Plus it seemed to be working for Michael. He was rubbing himself much faster.

Chastity slid off her pants, then she lay back on the bed.

"Spread your legs a little, honey," Mary said. She stepped forward and pulled Chastity's knees apart. Her daughter's sex was as purple as her son's - her labia hung open and wanting. The strong scent of female arousal filled the room.

"You getting turned on by your sister, Perv?" Chastity asked.

"Oh yes," Michael said, like he couldn't hear the insult. His whole body turned red. He was breathing like he'd just run a race. Michael started to rub even faster - completely focused on his sister's naked body.

"OK, Michael. When you're..."

"Oh FUCK, I'm going to..." Michael tried to jump forward but it was too late. His semen spurted onto his sister's stomach and chest. He groaned as his body jerked, every ejaculation slowly covering his sister's ample chest.

"Ewww, gross!" Chastity said as she was splashed with her brother's sperm.

"You need to cum in your sister, dear, not on her," Mary said, not unkindly, "Don't worry. We'll keep practicing and you'll get it right eventually." She rubbed his head lovingly. Michael looked down at what he'd done.

"Sorry," Michael said, "I'm so sorry." He ran out of the room.

Mary glared down at Chastity. "That wasn't exactly what I meant by being supportive."

"It's not my fault he shot his spooge all over me," Chastity said.

"You didn't have to make him feel bad about it, though, did you?"

Chastity got up and started to wipe herself off with a tissue. She sighed. "Stupid, useless brother."

"We're all learning here," Mary said, "I expect you to be more encouraging next time, OK?"

"You mean, like, beg him to stuff my aching pussy with his huge, hard cock until he blasts me full of his hot, sticky cum?"

"Well, maybe not that encouraging," Mary said.

*

After a little time had passed, Mary went to her son's room and talked to him. She told him that no one was upset. He just needed to learn to time things better.

"With Chastity there naked and watching me. I'm sorry, Mom. I lost control," Michael said.

"I understand honey. And now we know how to fix things for next time," Mary said.

Michael nodded. She thought, for a moment, she saw him smile.

"Chastity is very beautiful, isn't she?" Mary said.

"She's OK."

"And Hope," Mary said, "Don't you think she's pretty?"

"Sure, I guess. They're my sisters. Chastity's so mean and Hope's always being bossy. It's hard for me to think of them that way."

"And Tabitha?"

"Oh, Tabby's gorgeous. Everyone knows that," Michael said.

"Mmhmm," Mary said, "You're a very lucky boy."

"I suppose I am."

*

After the previous day's debacle, Mary knew she needed to adjust her idea of how things would go. Just randomly selecting a sister in the moment was too complicated. They needed to make the process as easy as possible to start with. Later, once they had a system, they could be less organized about things.

She also decided that Michael may have been right. Mary had no doubt that Chastity would be fine in the long run, but she probably wasn't the best choice for a first try. And if the 20-year old blonde had struggled with doing things right, then starting things off with baby, brunette Tabitha was out of the question. Plus Michael's own reactions to his little sister were a bit troubling. This was supposed to be functional, not fantasy.

So, Mary made Michael promise the next day to masturbate at a certain time. He grumbled and complained but he agreed. Then she made sure Hope would be around at the right moment and ready. Mary told her oldest daughter to wait in her room, already naked. Then she went to Michael and told him he could begin.

Mary waited in the hallway while her son went to work. She thought it would be a few minutes, but a good amount of time passed before she heard her son's door open. He was naked again and cradling his penis the same way he had before. It looked a little larger this time, somehow.

Mary led him back to Hope's bedroom. The tall brunette knew to expect them, so Mary didn't bother to knock. She opened the door and shoved Michael inside.

Much like her sister the day before, Hope lay back naked on top of the covers. She was long enough that her feet hung off the end of the bed. Hope was very thin with tiny, barely-there breasts. Her brown hair was still neatly tied back in a ponytail. Hope was very beautiful - all my girls are, Mary thought proudly - and she could see by Michael's reaction to his naked sister that he found her attractive as well. Despite his earlier denial.