Thread: Mikulicious! (Exodus x Scribe)

From Exodus Humming as her head fell back, fruit-glossed lips pressed tightly together as the girl took a few deep breaths, her spine straight and hips rolling as she squeezed her thighs together. Drowning a breathy cry of yearning in a grumble, Taiketsu narrowed her eyes and glared at the screen of her cell phone, seemingly embarrassed by the words that nobody but her and the sender had seen and yet her response and feelings felt as if they were being broadcasted from under a microscope. Her no good brother had abandoned her once again, losing interest in favour of loose women and big breasts and pornography and maid cafes and pleasure arcades and getting off in general. She understood the appeal, and perhaps that was what made it so hard for her to accept or let go of, as a girl - a younger sister - there was no way she could enjoy the things he did in the way that he did, publicly, and without remorse. For a man like her brother there were no consequences, and with so much to distract him it was small wonder he had more interest in all the women who were not his little sister. It was kind of funny that she had ended up in the same place and despite having wants and desires and urges all her own she found her thoughts dominated by thoughts of her brother and what he would be doing somewhere inside the garrishly lit building. It was intimidating walking in, being both humiliated and turned on by the feeling of so many appraising eyes on her, and completely blown away by what was on display. Somehow her own interests guided her further in, down some stairs and away from the main showroom, until she was quietly watching her brother browse through the selections made available to this particular cockpit and arena. Thighs pressed together, she quietly and carefully trailed behind him, mirroring his choices as best she could. The orb shocked and fascinated her, and she giggled a little despite herself when she saw that her dear brother was open to playing with a real female, questing for her pleasure in order to lower his cost and rack up points the way a boy might in an arcade. He could alter her appearance, but she had the option of choosing one for herself to present to him in the beginning. The attendant that helped her into the seat was grinning like an idiot, adjusting the partial erection he was nursing as he pulled the belts over her breasts and locked the dashboard around her body and up between her legs. She was riding the power of an incredible machine, but on her screen she was precariously balanced atop a sort of plush bubble, and in her mind she was in the lap of someone specific, the thought of which was enough to earn a weak, blushing whimper that would be recorded on tape for the attendants monitoring the machines as well as her brother as the Orb operator in the pod opposite hers. He would see an avatar that looked incredibly like his sister, save for a few changes he would surely appreciate. Although she had not blossomed into an hourglass-shaped Goddess, puberty had brought a fullness to her breasts and roundness to her hips that her brother had been too long away to have seen her this way in person. Her costume was like something from an anime, Neko kitty ears poking through the waves of impossibly long teal-green hair that was tied up in pigtails. Her clothing was a sexual parody of the uniform it was meant to remind the user of, complete with a bell around her neck that rolled off the plush curves of her well shaped, modest breasts. Her clothing was a cross between schoolgirl uniforms and a horny, neko magical girl, complete with the striped panties often seen in anime and hentai. She looked very much like Hatsune Miku, but her face was her own and her brother would have no problem recognizing her the moment her avatar loaded. Taiketsu held her breath as she pressed her thighs together, chewing her bottom lip as she waited. He could choose to change her appearance or reject her entirely, and she had taken a risk by showing her true face. He might want Hatsune, he might want her, and he might want the simulation to switch back and forth between the two. He might not want her at all. All she could do was wait and see how her brazen advances would be taken.