Miss Nebula

Nebula's hand inserted the key into the lock, the metallic click resonating through the corridor. She turned the handle and pushed open the door to her brightly lit apartment.

Stepping inside, Nebula took a moment to let the familiar surroundings wash over her. The air was thick with a mix of scents, a combination of her own perfume and the comforting aroma of her favorite candles. The room seemed to exhale a sense of tranquility, providing a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world.

Her eyes swept across the space, eventually landing on the figure that sat on the couch. It was Gamora, her sister, who had made herself at home.

A flash of annoyance flickered across Nebula's features as she took in Gamora's attire. Nebula's gaze lingered on Gamora's bare skin, tracing the delicate contours of her chest, the gentle rise and fall of her breasts with each breath. Her topless form, clad only in a pair of pants, presented an alluring yet undeniably unconventional sight.

It stirred a mixture of discomfort and intrigue within Nebula, as if the sight of Gamora's partially exposed body challenged the boundaries of their relationship.

Her voice tinged with annoyance, Nebula spoke up, "Gamora, can't you at least wear something? It's not appropriate."

A soft chuckle escaped Gamora's lips, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Why, Nebula, my dear, are you not enjoying the view?" With a slight shimmy of her shoulders, she animatedly jiggled her tiny green breasts, a mischievous glint in her gaze.

Nebula's brows furrowed, her expression revealing a mix of admiration and unease. While she recognized Gamora's undeniable allure and physical prowess, the sight of her own sister in such a state of undress made Nebula question her own boundaries.

"No, Gamora," Nebula replied, her tone firm yet laced with a hint of vulnerability. "Please cover yourself. This... it makes me uncomfortable."

With a graceful movement, Gamora rose from the couch and closed the distance between them, her presence commanding and captivating. A playful smile danced on her lips as she stood before Nebula, their proximity electric.

"As you say," Gamora purred, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to caress Nebula's senses. Her slender fingers moved with a deliberate slowness, reaching for the buttons of Nebula's white shirt.

Caught off guard, Nebula's voice faltered as she hesitated. "What are you...?"

Gamora's gaze never wavered as she continued unbuttoning Nebula's shirt. "I am going to wear this," she explained with a touch of mischief. "After all, I can see you're wearing something orange underneath."

Nebula's breath hitched in her throat, a mix of uncertainty and curiosity swirling within her. With a swift motion, Nebula's shirt was removed, and Gamora slipped it on, leaving the buttons undone in a deliberate invitation. The fabric draped loosely over Gamora's figure, highlighting the contours of her own enticing physique.

Nebula's stood still in the vibrant orange bikini top and the pencil skirt.

Unable to resist any longer, Gamora extended her hands and cupped Nebula's breasts, her fingers gently kneading the supple flesh, "They are really soft. The transformation worked for you."

Nebula said, smiling a little, "Yeah, it did. Now can you let go of my breasts?"

Gamora let go of her breasts, "yeah, sorry. Sorry."

But then, with a sudden motion, Gamora playfully flicked Nebula around, causing her to spin slightly. Nebula's body reacted instinctively, her ass pressed firmly against Gamora's hand as it made contact through the fabric of her pencil skirt.

Feeling the warmth and firmness of Nebula's ass in her hand, Gamora couldn't help but be captivated by the sensuality of the moment. A mischievous spark danced in her eyes as she remarked, "Wow."

Nebula, though momentarily caught off guard, regained her composure and mustered a coy smile. "Yeah, wow," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of intrigue and amusement. She shifted her focus, wanting to divert the attention away from her body. "But enough about my body. Why are you here?" Nebula inquired, her tone laced with curiosity.

Gamora's gaze briefly lingered on Nebula's figure, appreciating the transformation she had undergone. "Still can't believe a machine like you could turn into something so attractive," Gamora admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of wonder. "I mean, you were attractive before. But now you have a delicate body." The words slipped out, their underlying implications hovering in the air between them.

Nebula attempted to redirect the conversation. "Gamora."

"Yeah, why am I here? I'm here because the transformation you went through had some unexpected side effects," Gamora explained, her tone shifting to a more serious note. "There are certain changes you might experience beyond your physical appearance."

Curiosity sparked in Nebula's eyes as she listened intently. She was prepared for the possibility of side effects but remained uncertain about their nature and implications.

"What kind of side effects?" Nebula asked, her voice laced with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

Gamora reached into her pocket and retrieved a small device, tapping on its holographic interface to display a series of images. One of them showed a well-known Earth model, Kylie Jenner, known for her voluptuous figure.

"You're going to lose your blue coloration," Gamora began, pointing to the image. "Your breasts and buttocks may grow significantly, and you won't be bald anymore."

Nebula's eyes widened in astonishment as she took in the image and its implications. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, a mixture of concern and uncertainty filling her mind.

"She has giant assets. But... that would make me very uncomfortable," Nebula expressed her worries,"I never wanted any of that."

Gamora assured her, "Everything's gonna work out fine."

Nebula went for a hug out of gratitude, "Thanks for warning me."

Feeling the warmth of Nebula's body against her own, Gamora couldn't help but let her hands wander, caressing her back in a gentle, comforting manner. However, her touch ventured beneath the fabric of Nebula's skirt, squeezing her ass once more. The intimate contact caught Nebula off guard, causing her to pull back in surprise.

"Gamora!" Nebula exclaimed, her voice laced with a mix of shock and reprimand.

Gamora quickly withdrew her hand, "I don't want to do any of that with you," she clarified, "But you should test your new body. Have you tasted your pussy yet?"

Confusion flickered across Nebula's face as she struggled to comprehend Gamora's unexpected suggestion. "Why?" she inquired.

Gamora squeezed Nebula's shoulder, "You were an Android before," she explained gently. "But now you must taste your pussy to see if you have a healthy vagina."

Nebula hesitated, her mind grappling with the novelty and uncertainty of the situation. "I will taste it later."

Not willing to let Nebula dismiss her suggestion entirely, Gamora pressed further. "You have never tasted a pussy before. How would you know?"

Nebula's confession of having tasted Nakia's pussy lingered in the air, a secret she couldn't reveal to Gamora.

"Don't worry. I will," she assured Gamora.

Gamora, undeterred by Nebula's hesitation, began unbuttoning her pencil skirt. The deliberate and persistent action sent a clear message that Gamora was adamant.

A surge of resistance surged through her, and her hands instinctively moved to protect herself, gripping onto the fabric of her skirt with determination.

Despite the determined clasp of Nebula's hands, Gamora's determination was stronger, her grip unyielding. Slowly, inch by inch, the fabric of Nebula's skirt began to give way to Gamora's persistence.

Confusion and frustration etched across Nebula's face as she questioned Gamora's determination. "Gamora, why are you so stubborn?"

In response, Gamora looked into Nebula's eyes, her expression revealing a mix of sincerity and protectiveness. "I am just protective."

Nebula's attempts to maintain control over her own body were overridden, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. With her legs freed from the confines of the skirt, Nebula now stood before Gamora, clad only in an orange bikini.

Gamora reached out to touch the bikini bottom. Nebula's instincts kicked in, and she swiftly slapped at Gamora's hand, halting her advance. The sudden movement caught Gamora off guard, her hand recoiling instinctively.

"I can taste it while wearing it," Nebula declared firmly, her voice laced with a hint of defiance.

There was a brief moment of tension between them as they locked eyes, a silent standoff of wills. But then, without breaking eye contact, Nebula slowly slid her own hand inside her bikini bottoms, her movements deliberate and purposeful. A gasp escaped her lips as her finger made contact with the intimate warmth between her legs.

Feeling the sensations ripple through her body, Nebula couldn't help but be momentarily captivated by the pleasure that coursed through her veins. She brought her finger inches away from her lips.

Gamora's voice broke the silence, her tone filled with a mix of challenge and intrigue. "Taste it," she commanded, a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes.

Nebula hesitated for a moment, but then she tasted her own fingers, savoring the forbidden pleasure that danced across her taste buds.

A flicker of satisfaction crossed Gamora's face, but Nebula quickly reassured herself, asserting, "It's okay," her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. She didn't want Gamora to misinterpret her enjoyment as an invitation for something more.

Gamora, however, saw through Nebula's facade, recognizing the untapped potential that lay within her. She responded with a playful yet knowing smirk, dismissing Nebula's attempt to downplay her own enjoyment. "Spoke like an amateur."

With a sudden burst of determination, Gamora disregarded Nebula's protests and closed the distance between them, stepping closer until their bodies were almost touching. In one swift motion, Gamora slipped her fingers inside Nebula's bikini bottom, defying Nebula's attempt to prevent it.

Nebula whispered, "Gamo--."

Nebula's protest died on her lips as Gamora's finger delved into her depths, a rush of sensation flooding her senses. It was an unexpected invasion, both thrilling and unsettling. As Gamora withdrew her fingers, she sucked them off.

"Tastes good," Gamora commented, her voice husky with desire. "But fingers are causing some kind of disturbance." There was a hint of frustration in her tone.

"Whatever you're thinking, it's not good. Don't make things awkward between us. You are my sister." Nebula spoke with a firm yet vulnerable tone, trying to convey her concerns to Gamora.

Without hesitation, Gamora discarded her shirt, exposing her topless form once again, flaunting her green perky nipples.

Nebula's voice held a firmness as she spoke, a clear boundary being drawn between her and Gamora, "No, Gamora."

Her words hung in the air, momentarily interrupting the escalating tension between them.

Ignoring Nebula's plea, Gamora reached for the ties of Nebula's bikini bottom, her intentions clear.

She untied them. The bikini bottom dropped on the floor. She sniffed Nebula's blue shaved pussy, "smells like a feast inside."

Nebula's attempt to step back was met with Gamora's unwavering grip, her hands enveloping Nebula's body with a possessive intensity.

Gamora's lips met Nebula's pussy with a hunger that bordered on desperation. Her kisses were urgent and passionate, as if she were trying to convey something beyond mere physical pleasure. Nebula's body responded with a mix of pleasure and confusion, the conflicting sensations making it difficult to fully surrender to the intensity of the act.

Nebula, controlling her soft moans, asked, "Gamora, stop. You've had your taste."

Gamora became even more savage. With each flick of her tongue and every firm suck, she ravished Nebula's pussy with a wild abandon, showing no restraint or hesitation.

Unable to contain her mounting pleasure, Nebula found herself teetering on the edge of orgasm. In a desperate plea, "Gamora, I am gonna cummmmm, stoppppp."

To Nebula's relief, Gamora pulled away, acknowledging the line that should not be crossed. It was a momentary reprieve, a fleeting pause in the midst of their intense encounter. The abrupt shift in the atmosphere left Nebula breathless, her body throbbing with unfulfilled desire and a mix of conflicting emotions.

Gamora stepped out of the room, taking Nebula's shirt with her, "Take care, Nebula. There are strange times ahead."