The Impossibles
Copyright© 2025 by Dragon Cobolt
Chapter 5
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Bryant DeWitt is a normal kid in an abnormal world - a world of superheroes and villains, where magic and technology rub shoulders. He never *expected* to get superpowers - but when he does get cosmic powers, what he super double never expected was to learn that his boring family is actually The Impossibles - each one with unique powers and abilities, each famous in their own right! Now, Bryant has to learn on the go as he's tossed into the (surprisingly erotic) world of superheroics!
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Ma/Ma Ma Fa mt ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Romantic Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual TransGender Fiction Superhero Aliens Extra Sensory Perception Robot Paranormal Furry Vampires Were animal Cheating Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter BDSM Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Nudism
The subversion entity known as the Beast had been first detected on an experimental deep space probe launched by the Agência Espacial Brasileira – a single molecule, unnoticed by the sweepers until the probe had returned to the launch site. From there, it had rapidly spread from the launch center to the nearby city of Natal, the capital of one of Brazil’s provinces. Within an hour, seven hundred thousand humans and three hundred thousand uplifted dolphins who called Natal and the beach nearby their home were under threat by a biomorphic intelligence that subverted all machinery and all organic life it could fuse with.
And now, the son of the Beast, aka, The Beast Prince, was dancing with Nova Nine’s sister.
The process involving BP’s creation had been a remarkable one, involving the efforts of Sol-Me, the best telepath on the scene and the detonation of an experimental plasma warhead in downtown Natal. It was also pretty irrelevant, and thus, didn’t cross Nova’s mind as he walked over towards the two and frowned at Beast Prince.
“So ... you’re keeping your spores to yourself, right?”
“Eep!” Starfleet sprang away from Beast Prince, her toes trailing along the floor as her back-vents whirred and clicked open. “Nova!”
“Hey, Nova Nine!” Beast Prince said, turning to face him. The Beast, in its natural form, had been a kind of thick, rapidly growing moss – bright crimson red, with a tendency to shed off into fronds that spread their spores everywhere like a thick mist. Beast Prince shared the coloration and was technically made of the same complex nanoscaled biotechnology, but he had compacted his mossiness into such a tight form that he looked essentially like a bright red humanoid, save that his eyes were a pair of camera lenses, and he had pieces of technology threaded through him – synthetic nerves and muscles that enhanced his strength, integrated computers for his brain to keep him at a sentient level without needing to consume the biomass of half a city to run his mental processes on and other tricks and tools he used in his heroing career.
He wore, for a costume, a bright green cape that was pinned to his shoulders, a green crown that denoted his prince-ly status, and green undies that left the rest of his sleek, toned body on display.
“Beast Prince,” Nova said, then blinked as BP offered him his hand, grinning brightly. His teeth were metal, also integrated technology.
“I’ve heard you totally kick ass and have rad powers,” BP said, while Nova took his hand. He felt human – though a little slicker, a little warmer than most people did. Like he had almost no friction to him. “I can’t wait to see you out there.”
“Right,” Nova said, then blushed as he felt rather like a heel himself.
Then he noticed that, beside him, Jinxwitch was practically quivering as she kept her hand over her mouth. Then her reserves collapsed and she burst out laughing. “Buahahaha! Nova Nine! Are you scared your sister’s gonna get infested? By BP?”
“She is a spaceship!” Nova said, before he could help himself, then hurriedly. “I’m sorry, I know that’s offense-”
“Nah, man!” BP said, waving his hand dismissively. “I know what my progenitor is like. All...” He wiggled his fingers. “Ya know.”
Starfleet shouldered her way between Nova and the amalgamation of alien fungus. “Now!” she said, her voice firm. “If my brother is done being a complete stick in the mud, shall we take the next dance, Prince?” She asked, offering her hand to him. He grinned, taking her metal fingers and yanking her away. Nova nodded, but the song’s volume lulled and his somewhat enhanced hearing chose the exact wrong moment to pick up a purring croon from Starfleet as she whispered into BP’s ear. “You can infest this chassis later tonight.”
“S-So! Boys!” Nova said. “Boy villains!”
“We could talk to Devil Girl,” Jinx said, grinning wickedly. “You know, while she tongue fucks your other sister.”
Nova’s cheeks turned even darker. “I said boys. And villains.”
“Devil Girl can go villain if we ask her nicely enough, she’s got a short fuse,” Jinx said, her eyes sparkling. “And she’s butch!”
“Butches are lovely and not boys,” Nova said. “They’re extremely, uh, butch, you know.”
“So, you’re into dykebreaking, wow, what a pervert,” Jinx said.
“What!? No!” Nova exclaimed. “I ... lesbians and I are ... we’re friends, I support lesbians in their goals and aims of, of, kissing girls. I just, like, butches are wonderful, and, also, I, a straight boy, uh, want them to get the girls.”
“Wow, so, all butches are gay now?” Jinx asked. “You really are close minded.”
Nova was still for a long moment. “I can teleport your panties into the sun, you know,” he said.
“Pff, like I’m wearing any,” she said, bumping her hip against his, then flouncing off. Nova followed after, his head still spinning – not just from the music, but from the sheer intensity of being around so many capes and masks and skintight outfits in such a close, hot environment. It was so much that only a teeny tiny part of his brain was whispering: Hey, you know, Mom never actually said ‘man, it is fucked up your dad screwed your girlfriend without even asking permission.’
She had kinda gotten distracted by the fact he had brought up that Dad had cheated on her, and had rushed to explain it – rather than remembering that to cheat on her, Dad had also cheated on him. But, also, like...
It’s really hot too, another part of his brain whispered, which was even freakier.
Dealing with either of those perspectives would take a lot of introspection and quiet time.
The Cage did not have much of either of that. The music and the lights flashed and the dancing metahumans writhed and pulsed in time with the movement. Jinx kept glancing back, her hair managing to never quite get under anyone’s feet, despite everything, and with each glance, she showed off her slender body to Nova, drawing him on. Then she stopped up short, so when Nova stepped forward, they both ground into one another, her butt against his crotch. The reason for the stopping was that a tall boy made entirely out of grinding stone was inching his way through the crowd, holding several trays of food and drink over his head.
“Sorry ... sorry, just ... sorry...”
“Mmm, one of you doesn’t feel sorry,” Jinx whispered, her hips rolling, grinding herself against Nova. She bit her lower lip, while Nova put his hands on her shoulders.
“T-This place has rules, right?”
“Does it?” she smirked, wickedly. “It might if it was founded and run by a hero. But it was created by the most evil teenage villain in the whole city.” Her eyes glittered as she purred. “Gonna call my bluff?”
“What?”
“Gonna do a panty check?” she licked her lips as she lifted one hand up, crooking her hand to brush her fingers along his cheek – gray on sky blue, like clouds passing. “All you have to do is take that hand of yours and reach between my thighs...”
Nova’s heart thumped. But so far, Jinx had been running circles around him. So. Well. It was time for him to remind her what ‘cosmic power’ meant. He focused, then smirked ... and teleported her panties about halfway to geostationary orbit. The orbit wasn’t stable – the panties were stationary compared to the Earth, and, thus, would begin to fall. He wasn’t sure if they’d pick up enough speed for air friction to burn them up. And honestly? He didn’t care. He simply grinned as he leaned in, whispering.
“No...”
“Oh. My. God.” She whispered, her gray cheeks showing a pair of pink so bright and high that it almost looked like make up. Her knees quivered and she scowled. “T-Those were fifty dollar panties!”
“Fifty dollars!?” Nova asked.
“Do you know how much getting Jinxwitch branding on your panties cost!?” Jinx snapped, spinning around to glare at him, her hand going to her skirt.”Do you know how short this frigging skirt is?”
Nova scowled at her, his ears pinning back. “You challenged me! A-And you’re wearing a symsuit! Just make new panties!”
“If it’s a symsuit’s panties, I can’t ball them up and jam them in a straight girl’s mouth while flirting with her! A-and ... you’re a hero, you’re supposed to fight fair!” Jinx scowled at him.
Nova grinned back at her, while his hard-on responded to the provided mental image by becoming even more erect, which he hadn’t known was possible. “L-Like how you fight fair? Flashing me while I’m flying, grinding up against me while we’re meant to be finding a heel.” He poked her chest. “It seems to me, you get mad when I start fighting fair. Hypocritical much?”
“Did you miss the fact I’m a super-villain-esssss?” she hissed.
The huge boulderman had, by then, shuffled aside, and Nova was able to slip past Jinx with a twist of his hips. He came into a set of tables where several other capes and masks were lounging about, drinking, laughing, chatting, and in one case, texting on their phones. And one of them was ... not one that he recognized. Most of these people were street or city scale heroes and villains – some of them weren’t even from Century City, but that one there? He was brown skinned between his costume which was a black mask, black tunic, black pauldrons, and black boots. He was drinking from a glowing green drink and had dark eyeshadow to make his mask settle on his features.
“Hmm, whose that?” Jinx asked.
The man glanced up, then grinned and snapped his fingers. Inky darkness shifted and flowed along the wall as shadows recast themselves into a remarkably snappy looking logo that said SHADECRAFT.
“Ooh, shadow manipulator, and a boy, are you a villain?” Jinx bounced on her toes excitedly.
He made a hand gesture and then flicked his fingers more. Behind him, the words were shifting around ... but to Nova’s surprise, he didn’t need them. Melissa’s cousin was deaf, and Melissa had learned ASL. And being a gigantic simp for his girlfriend and desperate to get into her pants, Bryant DeWitt had learned them with her early in their relationship, as a chance to stay near her. Ergo, he was able to sign back.
It’s really more fun, you think?
Shadecraft smirked, then flicked his fingers more. I make shadow minions, they’re really badass – but kinda not great for anything but really boring logistic work. So, I moonlight as a villain when I’m not distributing food to drought stricken regions and stuff.
Jinxwitch, who had been glowering at the wall to read Shadecraft’s half of the conversation, scowled. “Heyyy, no fairrrr, don’t talk in fancy hand talk when I’m not free to, hey! Hey what does that say! Stop it!” she batted her hands ineffectually at Nova Nine as he signed more at Shadecraft, who grinned and signed back – and this time, there was no text replicating it.
Sign anything, it’ll drive her crazy.
Okay. But she is really fucking hot.
Nova shrugged, then signed: Yeah, I know.
Shadecraft signed back. You’re pretty good at this, by the way. Are you deaf in your civilian ID?
Nah, just cool. Nova signed back. So, here’s my number... He flicked his finger and a set of shadow numbers flowed along the ground, up Nova’s thigh and into his pocket, where he felt his handheld terminal buzz gently. He pulled it out, checking it to see that there was a new name in it – SHADECRAFT, Villain (Yours, Cutie) and then he blinked and flushed, looking back up at Shadecraft, who grinned at him playfully.
“Uh...”
“Ohhhhh hohoho!” Jinx said, craning her head around Nova’s shoulder. “Someone’s gonna be bicurious!”
“I’m not bicurious!” Nova exclaimed.
“Yeah, cause you’ve only been a hero for a few days,” Jinx whispered, her voice husky as she breathed in his ear. “Just think about how tight Shadecraft’s suit is ... it’s almost like he’s wearing nothing at all ... nothing at all ... nothing at all ... nothing-”
Nova flashed a quick gesture to Shadecraft, who grinned, then flicked his finger.
“Nothing at- eep! What the!?” Jinxwitch gaped down at her wrists, which now had shadowy handcuffs wrapped around them, binding her wrists together. Then ankle bindings snapped in. “This is-” Then the gag snapped on.
Nova blinked as Jinx fell dramatically against him, wriggling in pure offense. “I-I, uh...”
On the house, Nova Nine, Shadecraft signed to him playfully as Jinx, somehow, wriggled herself onto Nova’s shoulder, as if he had slung her over it to kidnap her. Despite the fact he had done no such thing. Nova frowned.
She’s not resisting very hard, is she? He sighed with one hand, his other hand grabbing her skirt and yanking it down to make sure her underparts were covered.
Shadecraft just winked.
The Cage was not beating the ‘designed by a villain’ accusations, because while it had nooks and corners for eating, a bar for drinks (which, considering the remarkable metabolism of supers, was actually less of an issue than one might think for selling to eighteen year olds) and a convenient teleport room to pop into ... it also had several rooms that, from the noises echoing through the doors, made entirely for fucking. Nova hesitated at the end of the corridor, with Jinx still over his shoulder, and thought...
Am I actually going to do this?
Really?
Well, his legs sure thought so. He moved to the first room that had an open door, and stepped inside. He tossed Jinx onto the narrow, cheap bed that had been settled there and she bounced with a squeak. The room had a cheap painting on the wall over the bed of a fruit bowl, a table with a lube bottle and a bowl full of condoms that started at XL and got bigger from there, and a single overhead lamp, which shone a torrid light down on everything. Jinx squirmed on the bed as her hair frilled around her body like angelic wings, the headboard bonking against the wall with her ... excitement? Attempts to escape?
Nova readied his powers – and felt that once again, there was a strange feeling of ... seeing the house, not seeing the tools. He could feel the force-fields that sustained the shadow manacles and shadow bindings. But he couldn’t feel how they were being made, nor sustained. Still, it was a simple matter of disrupting the fields with a focused spurt of energy, and as the gag dissolved away, Jinx growled.
“You brute! You monster! You’re no hero! You’re just gonna ... mount my nubile, innocent body and slake your feral lusts upon me!” she sighed. “This is why the whole heroing thing is a sham. A sham...”
“You can go if you want,” Nova said, grinning at her as he waved his hand and dissolved the manacles.
“Goddamn it, Nine!” Jinx hissed. “Do you not get how to roleplay? You’re gonna have a heel!”
Nova’s grin was lopsided. “Oh, I know how to roleplay. I’m just fucking with you, which is more fun than rape-play.”
Jinx scowled at him. “Damn you, heroes...” She hissed.
And then the consequence of her wriggling bore fruit. The thin wire that was keeping the painting up on the wall snapped and the whole painting fell bodily down onto Jinx, covering her to her ankles. She squealed in fury. “What ... the... fuck! I am going to kill that-” She shoved the painting aside and it crashed to the ground, allowing her to sit up. “I’m going to kill that blood drinking little fang fuc ... c ... k?” She saw Nova’s gape. Then she turned around and saw what Nova was gaping at.
“ ... you motherfucker,” she whispered, sitting up, her hair twining around her body as she turned herself around to glower at the nearly painting sized silvery mirror with a painted sign on it saying Paying Customer Only. There was a small coin op machine next to it, which Jinx immediately touched. The machine ground, squealed, then sparks and steam hissed out of the side, despite it appearing to be entirely mechanical.
And the silvery mirror shimmered, shivered, and then went entirely transparent – and allowed Nova to look right into his twin sister’s eyes. Starfleet was leaning close to the window and for a second, Nova held up his hands. “I can explain!” he said – but Starfleet just grinned, nodded, then shot a pair of finger guns at him, then turned back and skipped to the bed in her room. She laid upon it, sighing softly as she focused ... and with a soft whirring noise, two circles on her breasts depressed into her body, rotated, then popped out again, revealing a pair of rubber nipples that jutted away from her white and red painted body. A soft click came as her crotch plate shifted, rolled away, and revealed rubbery cuntlips, and a small clit that looked like a mouse’s scroll wheel.
“Oh holy shit, it’s a one way mirror!” Jinx whispered.
“Okay, we are putting this back up!” Nova said, grabbing onto the painting – which immediately fell apart, the frame springing open with a crash, leaving him holding two halves of the frame, while the painting fluttered to the floor. He shot a look at Jinx, who giggled and stuck her tongue out at him. He scrambled onto the bed, but before he could do any of the logical things that occurred to him, hours and hours later, like using his powers to cover the wall, or to convert the one way mirror into a no way mirror, or teleport himself and Jinx to somewhere private ... the door to the other room opened.
And the Beast Prince did not walk into the same room as his sister.
Instead, it was Mithril Maid, one of the street level heroines that had served as the main grist for the worst pop quizzes that his teacher had thrown at him. She was a girl made entirely of mithril, with the strength and power of mithril – this was great, since it put her solidly above most human beings. But mithril was only really impressive when it was worked with magic. And MM most emphatically was not worked by elven smiths, meaning she was really good at handling, like, five guys with guns. Not a city smasher.
She was also completely buck naked, and her symsuit – she had to have been wearing one normally – was gone, allowing her bright silver nipples and her soft silver cunt to be entirely on display. She giggled and walked to Starfleet, her voice soft. “I-I’ve never, uh, done this before...” She said, sliding onto her knees on the bed, while Starfleet reached up, brushing a metal finger through some silvery metal hair.
“Don’t worry, it’s really fun ... just relax. Here.” Starfleet’s tongue slid out and a soft whirr-click sounded as a compartment in her rubber tongue folded back, popped up, then slid back down again. When it was closed up, there was a small white circle on her mouth. A ... a pill?
“Oohh, that’s E!” Jinx purred. “Your sister is naughty...”
“Uh...” Nova whispered, his dick throbbing as his twin sister leaned her robotic body in, planted her mouth against Mithril Maid’s lips, and kissed the E into her mouth. The silvery girl quivered, then moaned as her throat bobbed, taking the pill into her. She drew back, panting softly.
“I ... don’t think I’m feeling anything,” she said.
Starfleet snorted. “Did you think my internal chemical synthesizer lab is staffed by total dullards? I’m Starfleet, baby.” She said, her hand gliding along Mithril Maid’s thigh. Mithril’s glowing white eyes widened.