"I can explain," Owen insisted as Conner entered the basement. Angelica was seated on the couch beside him and didn't even look up from Owen's crotch - now covered, and thankfully not by her mouth any more.
"You don't have to. I know how it happened."
Owen eyed him askance. "You do?"
"Yeah. It's TIOS. It's making the quote
real
."
"How did... how did you figure it out? I thought we were being pretty subtle."
"I wish I could say you guys slipped up, but honestly..." Conner eyed his stepsister caressing Owen's thighs needfully. "Maybe we shouldn't talk about this in front of her."
"I already know," Angelica said, though her tone was dreamy and far away. "You have some kind of weird yearbook software that can, like, rewrite people, or whatever."
Conner took a full step back. "Wait, you know? And... you're OK with it?"
She rolled her eyes, which was as close to looking up from her prize. "Of course not. This is fucking ridiculous, and you two losers should be ashamed of yourselves."
"Have you... told anyone?"
She didn't answer, instead just lying her head down in Owen's lap and nuzzling at it. Owen, after an affectionate pat on her head, spoke for her. "She hasn't. Who would she tell, dude? Your folks? Miss C? Who would believe it?"
Conner didn't point out that Owen himself was proof that people could be convinced - but no sense alerting Angelica to that fact. Not until they had a plan in place. "But... if you told her, why is she still...?"
"It's pretty fuckin' literal, dude," Owen said with a smirk. "She really cannot get enough of it. Can you, Angel?"
Conner braced to see Owen's jaw get slapped off its hinges - Angelica
hated
being called Angel - but instead she just kissed his zipper. "You know I can't." The lust in his voice was so heavy that Conner could feel a mild tightening in his pants.
"OK, but think of it like this, Angelica. You found out that these feelings aren't real. If he did it to you, surely you could make him
undo
it to you. Right?"
Owen gave him a wtf look, but Angelica managed a response. "But if I made him undo, I might not want to get any more cock. And I
need
his cock. C'mon, baby, just a little taste? Ol' Goner can turn around if he doesn't wanna watch."
His friend waggled his eyebrows, but Conner wasn't having it. "This is... have you tested how binding it is?" Owen looked plainly confused (or perhaps just distracted). "What I mean is, have you seen how far you can push it?"
"I haven't conducted tests, but like, it seems pretty 'binding,' man. Ever since we... you know, she's been insatiable. Guess it just needed a few minutes to kick in."
Conner shook his head. "I don't think that's it. I think the problem was that we didn't save it - once I went to save, it prompted me to tag someone in the quote, but it couldn't find an Angelica Buck, so it asked me to make one. So I did, and... I think that's why she's in our class now."
"I am still going to fucking kill you for that, by the way," she said. "Even if it keeps my baby close at hand during the day."
Aha - that was why she'd put up so little of a fight! Conner should have guessed at this earlier. "Well why don't we go ahead then, and... you know... test it. We ought to know what we're dealing with."
"You're sure? I mean, you wanna be in the room while she...?"
"I need to know what TIOS is doing. Are you OK with...?"
Owen grinned. "I got nothing to hide, dude. C'mon, babe, get to it."
"I thought you'd never ask," she said with an energetic clawing at his button and zipper. Conner had just enough time to avert his eyes before he could hear her moaning happily at the feel of Owen's cock back in her mouth.
"Told you so, man. All she needs is my permission, and sometimes she doesn't even wait for that, do you Angel?" Owen quipped. Conner let himself look back up and tried to ignore the many awkward things about this situation. And not to think about how attractive his stepsister was. Usually she was enough of a brat that it was no problem, but this... this was trickier. A girl with a smoking hot body in the act of a blowjob... yeesh.
"Let's start there. Since when did you let anyone call you Angel?" Conner asked.
Angelica didn't answer, too greedily suckling at Owen's cock. "She gets like that, man. Not much for conversation. Kinda nice, actually."
She didn't even acknowledge the way she was being talked about like she wasn't there. "Well tell her to switch to a handjob or something so we can talk to her, man."
Owen laughed, then made an awkward face as Angelica did something especially pleasing. "I can't just tell her what to do, man."
"Are you sure? Try telling her it's handjob or nothing! At least
try
to be useful for once, would you?"
Owen glared, but Angelica's tenderness wore it down quickly. "Fine, fine. Angel, would you mind switching to a handjob for me?"
She barely responded, lifting her mouth only long enough to mutter a breathy "nuh uh, this is better" before engulfing him again.
Conner gave his friend an exasperated look, and so he tried to be a little firmer. "I mean it, babe. Either use your hands, or we're done for the night right now."
"
Fine!
