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Feeling the Electricity	By : DigiSim Category: +S through Z > Static Shock Views: 8910 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Feeling the Electricity
By DigiSim
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Chapter 2
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“Over five years ago, riots rocked Dakota and claimed the lives of many brave police and rescue workers. These men and women put their lives on the line to stem the tide of anger. After many grueling hours, the riots were quelled and a peace settled over the city. It was tenuous at best but as time passed, it seemed like it would last.”

“Just last night, that peace was shattered. For some still unexplained reason, rival gangs took to the streets in a city-wide turf war. The danger was escalated when a power routing station on Colmquist Avenue was destroyed. With its destruction, a surge of electricity traveled the lines and shorted out the backup systems of banks, libraries, hospitals and the Dakota Maximum Security Facility.”
The person speaking would have continued with their monologue except for one thing. One word in glowing green letters appeared next to her silencing her though she still seemed to be talking. That word was Mute. Pulling back revealed more of the scene. A living room in a Dakota townhouse with one of the two occupants of the couch lowering a remote control they had just used to quiet the television. Focusing on the couch, the two turned out to be Virgil Hawkins and Richie Foley, the latter holding the aforementioned remote. Neither was in the mood to hear more of the broadcast, mainly because they had lived through the events themselves.
“So, you think your dad’s going to be okay?” Richie queried, breaking the tense silence. Virgil just remained silent, staring straight ahead with his thoughts focusing on his Pops who was resting in the hospital. When power was cut at the prison, many Meta-humans escaped in the confusion. One of them had been Rage. She had somehow found her way to the Freeman Center and took Robert, who was dealing with paperwork at the time, by surprise. She attacked for no reason and Static wasn’t there to stop her. Luckily someone else was.
“I hope so Rich, I sure hope so.” While Static and Gear had been busy with the escaped members of the Metabreed, a new hero had attempted to save Robert Hawkins’ life. Attempted being the operative word. Rage had stalked Mr. Hawkins all through the Center and had trapped him in the gymnasium. He had been banged up and was suffering from slight blood loss from some vicious scratches when the new hero arrived.
“Hey, turn up the sound.” Richie complied by hitting the Mute button again, making the neon word disappear. On the screen, the reporter’s voice could be heard speaking over footage of a young woman being interviewed in front of the hospital’s Emergency Entrance. In the background, Robert was being wheeled in on a gurney by a couple of orderlies. The reporter then stopped speaking to let the soundtrack of the footage play.
“Miss, Miss? Excuse me Miss? Could I have a word with you please?” “Uh, sure. I don’t see why not?” The young black woman was dressed oddly. On her face was a pink and white domino mask with a pair of sunglasses perched on her forehead. The lenses were red and reflective. She also sported a white midriff-exposing shirt that had a circular symbol on the front. The circle had a lightning bolt crossing through it somewhat diagonally. The color of the circle and bolt were both a pinkish gold. Her midriff itself was toned with a slight hint of a six-pack. Her bellybutton, an innie, was unadorned with any decoration. She was also wearing a bright pink leather Bomber’s jacket with the sleeves pushed up to above her elbows and it was unzipped. On her arms were two elbow pads, also in the same color scheme. Her hands were covered up to her forearms in dark red gloves that didn’t expose any skin.
From the waist down, she had on a pair of light pink Daisy Dukes that looked like they were painted on. They were also extremely small, much more so than a normal pair would be, giving very little coverage overall and barely protected her modesty. It didn’t matter since she was also clad in a pair of hot pink stirrup pants that had a golden white lightning bolt traveling down each leg on the outside. On her feet was a pair of blood red leather steel-toed boots that went to mid-calf. She looked slightly nervous, as if it were her first time in front of a camera. “Are you a new superhero Miss?” the reporter asked while shoving her microphone in the girl’s face. “Who was that you just brought in here?”
“Uhm, yes I am a new hero. That man was Robert Hawkins. He runs the Freeman Community Center and I saved him from a rampaging Bang Baby named Rage. It sickens me to think what could of happened if I hadn’t gotten to him on time. I’m just glad I did.” She then let out a shuddering sigh. “Look, I can’t stick around. I’ve got more work to do and there could be other people in danger. If you’ll excuse me.” The young woman then hovered up with a field of pink electricity covering her boots from the ankle down. “Wait Miss, just one more question. What’s your name?” As she hovered there, she had a contemplative look on her face. She then looked at the reporter and said, “Call me ElecTricia. I think you’ll get a ‘Charge’ out of me.” Then with a slight smirk and a wink, she flew off leaving an electrical comet-tail effect behind her.
The scene switched back to the reporter who was standing with the hospital behind her. “ElecTricia was not the only new hero to make themselves known last night. Dakota’s favorite and up till now only hero, Static, had a partner with him. We don’t know enough about the young man that calls himself Gear except to say that if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be alive today. For that, I’m eternally grateful. This is Shelly Sandoval…” The television was abruptly shut off. Virgil then turned to his friend Richie who just sat there with a slightly glazed look in his eyes.
“Hey Rich, are you alright?” Virgil was a bit worried for his friend at the moment. Why did he look so stunned? He knew Richie had a bit of an obsession for Shelly Sandoval but he had never acted this way after seeing her on TV. Just why was he looking so pole-axed? Hopefully there was a way to snap him out of it.
“V-man, I think I’m in love.” Richie confessed dazedly. The goofiest of grins just grew on his face after that statement. If his smile got any wider, the top of his head would have fallen off. “Rich, I think love is a bit strong. I mean, Shelly Sandoval is attractive…” Shaking himself out of his daze, Richie interrupted with “No man, not her. Not anymore anyway. I’m talking about ElecTricia. She’s the perfect woman. Sexy, charming and she’s a Bang Baby.”
Virgil was stunned. “Richie, except for the Bang Baby part, that’s exactly what you said about Kim Possible.” Rolling his eyes, the youngest Foley turned to his best friend and replied, “True dat, but KP is a cartoon character. This is real life. And besides, she and Ron are made for each other. He’s a lot better for her than that Mankey jerk anyway.” Grunting in exasperation, Virgil stood up and headed for the kitchen. “I’m gonna grab a soda. You want anything?” Richie just waved him off as he turned back to the television while switching it on. Virgil heard a female voice say “What’s the sitch Wade?” coming from the TV as he left the room.
Sitting at the kitchen table, staring into a flat glass of soda, was Sharon. She had been crying earlier as was evidenced by her red rimmed eyes. When Virgil walked in, she sniffed and wiped furiously at her eyes with a Kleenex. “Hey sis, you okay?” he asked. Not trusting her voice, she just nodded in reply. Her heart was heavy while her mind was in turmoil. Her father was in the hospital in a coma. She didn’t know if he would wake up any time soon but hoped he would. Luckily the hospital had been able to give him the blood transfusion he had needed. She smiled slightly as Virgil held her from behind, his arms wrapped around her chest as he kissed the top of her head. He squeezed her gently while kissing the back of her neck which made her take a shuddering breath and then let out a contented sigh.
His kisses trailed across her right cheek as she turned her head to capture his lips and return the favor. The kissing became heated while Virgil cupped her breasts in his hands, her right in his left and her left in his right. His thumbs rubbed her nipples to stiffness through her shirt and bra while pinching them lightly every now and again. Sharon raised her arms and folded them as best she could around Virgil’s neck and back, her fingers playing in his hair. She moaned into his mouth as his right hand slipped down to the crotch of her pants and started to rub her mound. His left hand had slipped under her shirt and moved the bra out of the way for easier access to her beautiful breasts.
Sharon stood suddenly, pulling away from Virgil slightly to turn towards him and take him into her arms to continue where they left off. Her brother pushed her shirt up over her mammaries and massaged them both while he nipped at her neck. Sharon had already unsnapped and unzipped her brother’s pants, letting them fall while she tried to shove his boxers down. The chair Sharon had been sitting in was off to the side and was now the new holder of her bra as it was finally removed. The glass of soda she had been nursing was also moved out of harm’s way. Sharon then sat on the table and laid back, her nude form enticing Virgil like no other could. Her legs were splayed in an invitational display that was arousing yet not trashy.
Virgil had also divested himself of his garments and crawled up onto the table, his erect member pointing the way. Sharon guided her brother’s cock into her wet folds and he gasped lightly once he felt her moist heat. As Virgil started to pump himself repeatedly inside his sister, he licked and sucked at her breasts as best he could. Sharon’s eyes were closed in ecstasy, her head lolled around and her mouth hung open; ragged breaths escaped between her gaping lips which followed a rhythm. For each inward thrust Sharon would give a gentle exhaling grunt and every outward stroke was punctuated by Sharon’s matching inhaled gasp. The staccato beat of her breath and the juicy slap of flesh on flesh seemed to fill the kitchen; the scent of their incestuous coupling tainted the air around them in a heady musk.
Sharon lifted her legs and hooked her knees over Virgil’s shoulders which allowed him to plunge deeper into her pussy. His thrusts grew stronger and made the table they were screwing on shake and rattle. His ears burned as she whispered to him words and phrases of encouragement. “Yes. Oh yes, Virgil. Fuck my pussy. Pound my cunt baby brother. Drill your big sister to the table. Fuck me hard. Yes. Give it to me. Fuck me raw. Make me cum. That’s right, fuck me good. Screw me harder Virgil, harder. Oh God, I’m gonna cum. Shoot your load in me baby brother. Fill me with your sperm. Fill me up. Oh God, I’m cumming. I’m cumming Virgil. You’re making your big sister cum. Aaaaahhhhhhh…” As Virgil came inside Sharon, they kissed hard as their tongues battled for dominance. With the last thrust, the two rested on the kitchen table, Sharon’s legs now back down with her brother’s head next to hers and him nuzzling her cheek. Basking in the afterglow, neither one noticed the kitchen door quietly close or heard the tiptoeing footsteps as Richie left the Hawkins home.
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Thanks to the riot last night, some schools had to be closed for the next two weeks. One of those schools was the high school Virgil and Richie went to. Another was Sharon’s college. Currently, Richie had nothing to do and nowhere to go. After what he had seen at his friend’s house, he knew he couldn’t stick around there. ‘I doubt I’ll be eating there again any time soon.’ He thought. The squeaking of the table legs on the kitchen linoleum echoed in his mind, making him shudder.
A little bit after Virgil had left the room, Richie had realized two things. The episode of Kim Possible was new and he did want a soda. He was torn between seeing Kim kicking Shego’s butt and satisfying his thirst. His thirst had won the battle. Shutting off the TV, he stood from the couch and followed Virgil. He had just started to open the kitchen door when he was confronted with the sight that would change his opinion of his Best Friend forever. Virgil and Sharon, both nude, were on the kitchen table. One of Sharon’s hands was between their bodies, possibly guiding Virgil into her. Virgil’s sudden gasp and even more sudden movements caused Richie’s brain and body to lock up. He wanted to look away but he just couldn’t. What made him feel even worse, now that he thought on it, had not been his erection but his jealousy. Watching the two of them, wishing he was in Virgil’s place, cleared his mind but not enough. He didn’t even realize he had started to play with himself while watching them until he accidentally scratched his shaft with his thumbnail, causing him to ejaculate into his cupped left hand. He left the townhouse as quietly as he could, zipping up his fly outside after he tossed his semen into the bushes.
The big question was, ‘How long?’ How long had the two been in that kind of relationship? How long did they keep their father in the dark about it? Another question was did he even know? Why hadn’t Virgil ever said anything to him? Was Sharon dating that Adam guy just a smokescreen? Where was he anyway? There were just too many questions and Richie was fresh out of answers. He’d confront Virgil later. Right now, Burger Fool was calling him. Maybe he’d even luck out and find ElecTricia. Richie hoped she was available.
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“Oh God Virgil. I really needed that. Thank you so much.” Sharon and Virgil were basking in the afterglow, lying atop the kitchen table with Virgil still lodged firmly inside his sister. “Hey, that’s what I’m here for sis. If you’re not happy, then I’m not happy. Besides, I needed it too. I can’t stop thinking about Pops being in the hospital like that.” The mention of their father made Sharon wrap her arms around her brother’s back and hold him tight. “You and me both little brother. I hope he’ll be okay. I would hate it if we lost him like we lost Mom.”
Virgil didn’t answer; he just snuggled closer to his sister’s chest. After a few minutes, the both of them realized being naked in the kitchen like they were wasn't the best thing to do. Virgil’s friend Richie could walk in on them at any moment. They then scrambled off the table and nearly set speed records for dressing. With one last kiss, Virgil grabbed a soda from the fridge and went out the kitchen door. “Hey Rich, sorry for…” The living room was empty and the television was turned off. There was no sign of anyone. “Uh-oh.”
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Jean Foley had nothing to do. With her husband Dan out at work and her son Richie off at his friend Virgil’s house, Jean thought she would have time to get some chores done. Unfortunately, she didn’t have that many to do. She kept a spotless house even with a teenager living in it. The laundry was already going through the rinse cycle and the kitchen was sparkling. At the moment she was on the couch trying to come up with something to kill time. Closing her eyes and leaning her head against the back of the couch, Jean slowly inched her right hand to the crotch of her slacks and started to massage her vulva through the thin fabric.
It had been a long time since she last got off. Her husband had been neglecting his bedroom duties lately. She feared he was starting to no longer find her attractive. That just couldn’t be possible. She was a very sexy woman in her late thirties. Sure she had Richie early but his birth did nothing to detract from her figure. Even after she stopped lactating, her breasts retained the size and heft of eroticism that was granted to them during her pregnancy. Their skin and especially her nipples stayed extra sensitive after all this time. Having them touched and fondled, as she was doing to them now, always made her wet.
Tweaking the nipple of her left breast, she pinched and twisted the nub of flesh, making moans of pleasure escape from her panting mouth. Her right hand was busy, the palm pressing down on the hood of her clit while her index and middle fingers rubbed up and down her enflamed, moist slit. She had kicked off her pants and panties which were now in a pile against the wall. Her shirt and bra joined them as Jean’s left hand kept going back and forth, tweaking her nipples and mashing the sensitive flesh of her mammaries. Adding her ring finger, Jean kept rubbing at her slit pressing down on her trimmed black bush. Her dyed red hair swished from side to side as her head rocked back and forth on the back of the couch.
The scent of her juices filled the air as her gasping reached a fever pitch. Squeezing her clit in between the index finger and her thumb of her right hand, Jean thrust her three fingers deep between her soaked pussy lips digging the pads up against her G-spot over and over. Her legs spread obscenely, Jean’s ass humped up with every inward thrust of her fingers. Her orgasm caused her to scream out, shocking her son who had been standing in front of her watching for the last ten minutes. With a pleased smile gracing her lips, Jean opened her eyes to see Richie standing there with a look of shock. In her euphoric state, she didn’t realize Richie was really there. She thought she was imagining him. It wouldn’t hurt to live out her fantasy. Nobody was going to be home for hours anyway.
“Enjoy the show sexy? Don’t answer, I can tell from here you did.” Sure enough, the proof of Richie’s arousal was tenting his pants. “Why don’t you come over here and I’ll take care of that horrible swelling you have. Let mommy kiss it and make it all better.” Like a zombie, Richie stepped forward as Jean reached up. Undoing his pants and shoving them to the floor, Jean reached in and pulled out his erect member from the top of his boxers. The head was purple and generating massive heat while it throbbed to his heartbeat. A couple drops of pre-cum drizzled out which Jean licked up before engulfing her son’s rod and sucking hard on it. With the head in her throat, she used her muscles to knead it while her tongue danced and played on the underside of Richie’s shaft.
He couldn’t hold on for long and was soon shooting a load down his mother’s throat. The lewd gulping sounds she made caused him to let loose another blast which coated her tonsils as he pulled out. She swallowed it happily. With her belly full of cum, Jean forced Richie down between her still spread legs and guided him into her slick hole. It took only a few moments of her hands on his hips guiding him but he soon caught on. When he began to pump his dick in and out of his mother’s snatch, she rested her hands on his neck and pulled him in for a deep tongue kiss. Richie didn’t care that he just came in her mouth as their lips mashed together and he could taste his own cream. Jean’s legs wrapped around her son’s waist which forced him to pound deeper into her pulsating, drenched and boiling hot cunt.
With every lunge, her clit was rubbed raw by Richie’s shaft. The sound and feel of her son’s scrotum rhythmically slapping against her ass cheeks drove her wild. Her juices coated Richie’s dick, making it slick and helping him to speed up. Jean started grunting in time with every slam of their crotches. With his left hand cupping one butt cheek, he squeezed which brought out a squeal of surprise and excitement. Jean loved having her ass grabbed during sex. While nibbling on her neck, Richie’s right hand latched onto his mom’s left breast, the palm crushing her nipple flush against the mammary. She couldn’t hold on after that as she cried out in orgasmic delight, the inner walls of her vagina fluttering over and massaging her son’s cock which made him ejaculate; painting the walls of his first home Baby Batter White.
As she started to descend from her orgasmic high, Jean realized something. The panting weight laying atop her pressing her back into the couch cushions was very real. As was the feel of the softening penis of her son still lodged inside her well-fucked cunt. The analytical side of her mind casually observed that Richie was slightly thicker and longer down there than her husband Dan, if only by an inch or two. The parts labeled Mother and Woman were having a shouting match; one side disparaging about how she had corrupted her only offspring while the other gleefully proclaimed that it was the best screw she had gotten in months, even if he had been a virgin. The beginnings of her mental war ended when Richie started to kiss her, making her light headed while her heart soared for the heavens.
After a few hours of her son fucking her senseless and cumming inside her five more times, two of those times in her ass and once more in her mouth, Jean realized a few things. First of all, for a former virgin, her son was a natural. Couple that with his teenage stamina and he was sensational. Second, she was glad she had been Richie’s first. Better her than some tramp off the street. Finally, after all that exercise, Jean didn’t care if she ever had sex with her husband ever again. She just hoped Dan never found out about this.
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Author’s Notes:
I’m surprised it took me this long to finish writing this chapter. Anybody that had read the first two chapters would know how big of a gap in my posting them was. I doubt it will happen, but I hope to release the next chappie in a short time. Well, what will be will be. As I always say, ‘My fic, my rules.’ See you in the funny papers.
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