Another Dawn; Act I; Setting the Blame

Another Dawn; Lady Ochre; Incredibles, the; Fiction
Beta Reader: englishwitch
Rating/Codes: NC-17; Language, WIP, Het, Inc, Oral
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See prologue for full legal disclaimers, conditions, ownerships, etc...
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THIS WAS WRITTEN AS A SEQUEL TO ENGLISHWITCH’S *TEST OF THE HEART*.
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Summary; Another Dawn; Act One:
Sequel to englishwitch’s “Test of the Heart”. Sixteen years have passed and the Rydingers lead somewhat normal lives. Violet has her job at the Agency, Tony works, and they’ve produced three beautiful children. But times of peace cannot last forever, and virginity is the hope of a peaceful era.
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Disclaimer
Pixar and Disney own “The Incredibles” and the animated short “Jack-Jack Attack!” This was written without their permission under poetic and non-profit conditions. This is a work of fiction. I am not responsible for stupidity.
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my original characters: -
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*I will not repeat character names. See previous chapters.
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Adult situations: M/F//Incest//Consensual (Dash/Vi’), AL (approx.20)

Just so you know incest is bad. It tends to make stupid kids. Just look what it did to the European monarchical system. For a definition of incest, look in the English dictionary.


~~Act I: Setting the Blame~~
~~Chapter Two: Hope and Trust~~

“Uh... Hey, sis.”

He was breathing heavily and, though he was still shorter than most, Dash had grown into a thin man. And if he was breathing heavily, it meant...

“What did you do?”

The words bombarded Violet with a series of memory-images from before Syndrome’s defeat. A cave, a very dangerous flame and a brother whose thought was as fast as his Super feet. That was Dash’s power – speed of limb. She shook her head to clear it, casting her curls about like seaweed.

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Did you do it, Dash?”

“I don’t think the doorway’s the best place to talk,” he gestured to the houses across the street, “Not about this, at least.”

She nodded and allowed him in, a firm grip on her robe. She led him to the living room where he sat down on the couch, “Did Tony renovate in here? Seems different.”

“We moved the furniture around to hide Sabbie’s throw up stain,” Violet answered as she sat down, “I guess you haven’t been here in a long time.”

“It’s been five years, Vi’,” he confirmed, “I suppose all your kids are grown out of calling me ‘Uncle Dash’.”

“We’re avoiding the subject.”

“We’re making small talk, Vi’. Haven’t seen each other in five years gives us permission to make small talk.”

“Did you really do it, Dash?”

He sighed, “Well I was enjoying my vacation time in Bangkok – which I earned, by the way – when two old friends pop out of nowhere looking for blood. That was... about four or five hours ago. Did you know Rocky and Slipstream hated me in university? Jeez. They come out of nowhere and start raising rock around me and muddying up the ground and I figured I shouldn’t stick around.”

“You’re avoiding my question, Dash.”

“Here’s the clincher;” he put his elbows on his knees and made speedy hand gestures to animate his story, “I go to mom and dad’s and ask them what’s going on and they treat me like the Inquisition. They tell me to stop feigning – I think that means faking or something – innocence. Then dad tried to grab me from behind and, again feeling unwelcome, I ran off. So here I am.”

“Did you do it, Dash?”

“Listen, Vi’. I didn’t even know what I’m supposed to have done until half an hour ago. Did you hear this? They say some wind-fast Super stole about a million bucks total.”

“Did you do it, Dash?”

“Do I look like a millionaire, sis?” she glared at him and he spread his hands; his clothes could have been Salvation Army donations, “No, I didn’t rob those banks. You going to trap me in a force field now?”

A load somehow lifted from her mind. She was sure Dash was telling her the truth. Unbidden, the memories of that fateful night on Syndrome’s island returned to her. There was no shutting it out. With the crisis gone, her emotions returned to the need for cock. She would take anyone’s... but her brother’s? He was the one she had lost her virginity to.

“No, Dash,” she smiled, her hold on the bathrobe loosening suggestively as she rose to her feet, “I’m not going to trap you. I want you to do me a favour.”

“Well I was hoping for a place to hide out, if you don’t mind, sis,” Dash stretched, his clothes tighter than he would have wanted, “If you won’t try to kill me, a favour isn’t too much.”

“Do you remember the time we spent on the island?”

“You mean that party in Bermuda? Sure. It was–”

She let her robe slip to reveal half her naked body and looked at him hungrily, “The time you saved my life?”

“Oh, you mean *that* island... Um...” he gulped, “I think Tony might–”

“Tony’s not here, Dash,” she brought her hand to her nipple and massaged it suggestively, “He’ll be back late.”

“The kids?”

“All visiting friends,” she approached him, touching the growing bulge in his shorts, “I need some cock, Dash. You’re here. Tony’s not.”

“We were kids, Vi’,” he tried pushing her away but there was no force in his protest, “It’s... well... wrong.”

“I didn’t care then, why would I care now?” Violet asked as she let her bathrobe fall to the floor. Dash found himself staring at her pussy, crowned in beautiful, raven pubic hair. Whatever had changed her hair’s colour hadn’t gone so far south. He felt the blood rising in his member and wondered if his sister noticed.

She did; “You like what you see.”

It wasn’t a question and he couldn’t deny it, but still Dash made a last effort to deter Violet from her perverted course, “I could get you pregnant.”

“Doctor said Sabbie’s birth rigged me somehow,” Violet’s face came to within an inch from his, “Can’t have kids anymore.”

‘Why not?’ the thought flew through Dash’s head as she leaned in for a kiss, ‘I’ve been away for a while...’

Their lips met and crushed each other with the force of need. Thought ceased to matter. The world vortexed into a black hole leaving only the taste of each other. It was more than passion. It went beyond anything either had ever experienced. It was primal, insatiable, belligerent.

Their tongues fought to get through the lip-battlefield and failed, somehow increasing the lust between them. Dash’s right hand fell to his sister’s clitoris and he inserted his major finger. Her hands fell to his shorts and mindlessly removed his trousers to reveal his full hard-on. She didn’t look down but measured him blindly, thinking, ‘He’s grown. Six inches. Maybe more.’

They had been kissing for what seemed like a moment but five minutes passed before their lips parted their strangulation of each other. Dash’s hand had forced Violet to moisten, but she still did not cum while his sister’s ministrations had produced pre-cum from his head. There was quite a bit of the liquid and Violet knew he had been repressed for at least half a year.

“Been lonely, Dash?”

“Busy, Vi’,” he answered as she engulfed his dick in her mouth. The taste of him was sweeter than Tony’s cum. She pressed her head down, swallowing his cock with an ease that surprised her. More pre-cum gushed into her throat as the muscles to prevent her from choking played over his head. Her tongue tortured his member incessantly, provoking more.

“God, Vi’!” Dash tried pulling away from what was obviously too much torment, “Where the fuck did you learn that?”

She pulled him out of her mouth and flicked his head with her tongue, lapping the pre-cum like an ice cream cone, “I’ve had practice with twelve, little brother. Six is a few levels down.”

Again, his sister descended on him and it was all he could do to hold back. He had abandoned finger-fucking her and hung on to the couch for dear life. For her efforts, she got a lot of pre-cum. She pulled away, “Jezuz, Dash. When are you going to cum? It was so easy in the jungle.”

“I’ve had practice,” he said proudly, but his eyes weren’t focused very well, “This’s the best blowjob I think I’ve ever had.”

“If you keep holding back,” she warned, “I’ll make you regret it.”

“Well where do you want it?”

She went down on him, the back of her throat teasing his head. It felt like a tornado’s worth of power had fallen on his penis and he considered holding back just to irritate his sister. But then she pulled out halfway and spun her tongue over his tip. It was incredible and irresistible.

Finally, his spunk gushed into her mouth, filling her throat with sweet-tasting sperm. She swallowed as much as she could, but it proved impossible. There was simply too much and the gooey liquid fell over her chin and to the couch. Just to have his cum in her mouth warmed her pussy and she juiced a little in anticipation.

“Holy fuck,” Dash exclaimed as his penis withered a bit from the expenditure, “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much.”

“Glad you liked it,” she smiled, tracing a finger over her chin and licking the drops, “I know I did.”

“Your turn,” he got to his feet and pointed to the chair, “Sit.”

“Oh? Is my brother getting violent?” she asked as she sat down, spreading her legs wide. She quivered in anticipation.

He took one look at her glistening folds and his erection stopped shrinking. How unfortunate that his dick would have to wait. To his sister’s disappointment, he fell to his knees and placed his lips over her cunt. Instead of blowing softly, gently biting, or just piercing her with his tongue, he inhaled as if he was taking helium out of a balloon.

“Oh my God!” she screamed at the sheer level of pleasure. A mini-orgasm shot itself into her brother’s mouth followed by another as he flicked her slit with his tongue, “God! Dash! More!”

He obliged, suckling her g-spot with everything he possessed. She screamed in ecstasy, unable to control herself as she came again and again in short, sweet spurts. She was honey to his tongue and he drank her a dozen times before she slapped him upside the head.

“What the fuck was that for?”

“Stop making me cum small, dumbass! It’s annoying! I wanted a *fuck*, not a dance with the birds!”

“I thought you were somewhere around cloud nine,” Dash answered, tracing her wet slit with his finger and licking the juices off delicately, “Damn, Vi’. I never knew you tasted so sweet.”

“Thanks. So do you,” she pouted falsely, “Can you get on with it?”

“So you want to *cum*, huh?”

“Damn right. Get to it, soldier.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And he fell to her pussy, as the saying goes, like a man dying of thirst to a well. His tongue twisted its way deep into her folds, producing a hungry cry from his sister. She tensed quickly, on the verge of giving him a face full of her sweet milk but he pulled himself back. She bit her lip and looked at him accusingly, but he just grinned and, with the barest flick of his tongue, kept her dangling perilously on that edge.

The pleasure for Violet was beyond anything she had ever experienced. To be right on the break of cumming like an animal was maddening but deeply satisfied her sex drive. And, through his magical method, Dash kept her there and wouldn’t let go. His tongue pierced her, teased her g-spot, and his breath excited her body, but he didn’t let her cum.

She endured five whole minutes of the pure torture/ecstasy combination before she was set to hit him again. Just as she raised her hand, his tongue pierced her and his lips folded over her clitoris. The sudden peak in pleasure combined with the lengthy foreplay conducted an entirely new sensation.

“OH GOD!” she screamed, the sound ripped from her like the honey that splurted over Dash’s face, “Holy fuck!”

Three waves of so-sweet cum splattered Dash and he swallowed as much of it as he was able. It was the most she’d cum in her life, Violet thought. The last time she came so much was her wedding night with...

“How was that, sis?”

“Fuck you, Dash. You know full fucking well how that felt.”

“Actually, I don’t. I’m a guy, remember?”

“Stand,” she commanded.

He stood and showed her his erection, still solid at six inches, “How could I forget?”

She frowned as she took his cock in her hand, “Have you been hard all this time?”

“Pretty much,” he shrugged, “It hurts, but that’s fine.”

“Do you think it’d feel better inside me?”

“And if I drew the line here? We’re still brother and sister.”

“Like you wouldn’t cross that line. Jeez.”

“I’d draw it.”

“I’d ignore it,” she said as her lips fell upon his. Again, they kissed with desperate need, crushing lips against lips to stem off the flow of sexual energy. In both siblings, the energy and vigour increased. Finally, Violet guided his staff to her opening and pulled him close. She winced for a moment out of habit as he entered her, but she was surprised to find it easy to accommodate her brother.

“Just fuck me, Dash.”

He began slowly, passing his penis through her hole and out again as gently as he was able. It wasn’t stimulating enough for Violet and she glared at him, “I told you to fuck me, Dash. Not baby me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, sis.”

“Jezuz, Dash,” she said, “I’ve fucked Tony. You think *you* can hurt me?”

“Here we go.”

Dash could be as fast or rough as he wanted to be. Such was his Super power. Speed was his to increase as he pleased. As for roughness, she had felt his gentle side years ago while they were trapped on an island after he saved her life. She had lost her virginity to her brother and his to her. But the memory had never left either sibling. It had been one of the better moments in life.

Dash fucked her with more primal intent and speed that most people were unable to achieve in a high-speed jet fighter. He slapped himself against her repeatedly in such a way that she couldn’t distinguish one thrust from the next. His shaft became a vibrator that brought continuous pleasure. But most vibrators didn’t cum every thirty seconds or so. And they weren’t flesh. This was something new, something powerful that left Violet’s head in the clouds.

Dash filled his sister with his spunk a dozen times in five minutes. She couldn’t prevent herself from cumming, but it took her ten minutes to do so under her brother’s onslaught. He had overfilled her with his hot sperm and her own orgasm found little room in her vagina. She pushed him away and his hot cum took the chance to flow over the chair. She took a moment to recover while her own honey seemed stuck in her. It was like a burr in her emotions and it wouldn’t go away.

“Daaaaasssshhhh...” she moaned, “Get your tongue in there!”

Instead, he inserted three fingers and opened her hole further; finger-fucking her with his other hand. The effect was just as good as his tongue as he played with her clit. She came, her sweet honey mixing with her brother’s spunk in a pool on the plush chair.

His mouth opened and he made to clean the mess, but she pushed him away, “Leave it. I want to let it sink into the chair. I’ll keep it as a memory.”

“You don’t think Tony will notice?”

“He’s got his own sperm everywhere in this house,” she said, breathing in the smells of their sex before standing unsteadily, “He won’t think anything of it.”

Dash picked up his clothes from where they had fallen, inspecting the cum stain on his pants, “That’s not a bad idea.”

He turned to her, brandishing his relatively clean boxers towards her womanhood, “May I?”

She spread her legs for him and used her finger to give him better access. Taking the crotch of his boxers, he wiped her from asshole to pubic hair, mopping up a good deal of their mixed fluids. He raised it to his nose and breathed in deeply. His dick twitched.

Violet pointed at her brother’s member and gave him *that* look, “No. You can borrow some of Tony’s clothes. Go take a shower. I’ll take one after you.”

“I guess this means I’m staying?”

“There’s no evidence that says you robbed those banks, Dash,” she smiled, using her hand to clean the collected cum between her legs. She licked the juices off her hand happily, “And I’ll take your word as my brother. You can stay. It’s your safehouse.”

“Thanks, Vi’,” he grinned as he gathered his clothes, “I guess I should go back to Bangkok tomorrow and pick up the rest of my things, huh?”

“I told you that you can borrow some of Tony’s spares. He might be taller, but they’ll fit you.”

“Right,” he started in the direction of the hallway and stopped suddenly. He spun around, his flagpole seductively flying at half-staff, “Where’s the shower again?”

She smiled, tearing her eyes off his shaft with difficulty, “It’s in the bathroom off our room. Second door on your right’s the master bedroom. Tony’s spares are on the right of the bottom drawer in the dresser by the door.”

“Thanks, Vi’. I knew I could count on you.”

“It’s no problem, Dash,” she gave him a smile.

Her eyes didn’t move as her brother disappeared down the hallway. She remained riveted for several moments before she picked her bathrobe off the ground and put it back on. She spent a few more moments cleaning herself with her right hand. Looking down, she shrugged, “I’m clean enough.”

Violet moved into the kitchen and began preparing a late dinner. She was sure Dash hadn’t eaten; he never ate before eight p.m. and it was only seven. Opening the fridge, she began searching for something to eat.
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Dash had been in the shower for five minutes when Violet heard the doorbell ring again. She wondered a moment why the doorbell rang when people were in the shower, but didn’t worry about it. The door opened and her reaction to Dash repeated itself.

“Hey, Vi’,” Jack-Jack waved, “Can I come in?”

“Jack-Jack,” her smile faltered, “What brings you around here?”

“Honestly?” he gave his lopsided smile and shrug, “Work. Mom and Dad are freaking out. They’ve taken those accusations really hard. Can I come in?”

“I guess...” she moved aside to let him in, “You know where the living room is.”

“Yep,” her youngest brother walked past her straight into the living room. Violet held her breath and watched with consternation as he sat down in *the* chair. He didn’t notice, “Hm. How’re the kids?”

“They’re fine, Jack-Jack. They’re all–”

“I know. It’s Friday night. They’re all visiting friends.”

“What’s the business, Jack-Jack?”

“Okay, okay,” he held up his hands to defend himself, “Mom and Dad might not be thinking straight with the oh-so-difficult task of who to believe, but I’m not an idiot. Is he here, Vi’? You’re the only one he’s ever trusted.”

“He’s not here, Jack-Jack,” she lied with a straight face, surprised at how easily the lie came to her lips, “I was ordered to find Phantrum instead.”

“So I heard,” he nodded, looking around the room for something out of place. Thankfully, Dash took his things when he went for a shower. His eyes returned to Violet’s, “The truth, Vi’. From sister to brother. Is Dash here?”

She looked away, realising in the same moment that she had given the answer. Their eyes met again and she made a guilty face, “You won’t tell them, will you?”

He shook his head, “I don’t have to. He’ll be safe here. He’s got his big sister watching out for him.”

He stood up and nodded to her, “Thanks for the chat. I wish I could stay, but duty calls. It never ends with us Juniors.”

She walked him the short distance to the door and he opened it, stepping outside. There he paused, his hand on the handle, and he turned to his sister, “Don’t forget to arrange a meeting with Dicker, Vi’. He’s worked up about something and he didn’t tell me what. And keep an eye on Dash. We know he’s innocent, but if he never leaves your sight, he’ll have an alibi next robbery.”

He closed the distance and gave her a gentle brother-sister hug, “Take care, Vi’. I’ll visit when I can.”

“You too, Jack-Jack,” she nodded, keeping her bathrobe on, “Say hello to mom and dad for me. Tell them I’m fine.”

“Will do. Don’t forget Dicker,” he nodded seriously from under his brows and turned. He stopped again and looked up at the stars.

“Hm. Did you know your house smells like sex, Vi’?”

She giggled, “I guess I do.”


To be continued...

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