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They were on the Rock of Eternity and Billy was explaining something to the rest of the family. Mary found it hard to listen. It was too early and she was too hungover to concentrate on the constant stream of words pouring from his mouth. He was far too excited for this time of day. She sighed, closing her eyes and looking as if she was asleep.
She was rudely interrupted by her brother, Pedro, who shook her and startled her. Mary slapped him playfully and he desisted.
"Mary," Billy asked, "Did you hear anything I just said? We might be up against gods here."
"Sorry," Mary grumbled, looking up over her dark sunglasses and squinting as the light caused her head to pound. "I'm not feeling too good today." Billy handed her the phone, which she fumbled with for a second.
"Did someone go out last night?" Billy taunted her. He was always so smarmy when he was in his Shazam form.
"Yes, Billy. I decided to have fun with people my own age, and I enjoyed myself." She preferred him as he was, but she had to admit that he had chosen a very attractive form, the kind of man any boy would want to become, strong, tall, handsome, but very immature. Now Billy was eighteen, he had changed, becoming more adult as himself than he was when he was changed. Mary had kept her own body when she transformed, but that might have been because she was happy as she was. Maybe it was the buzzing in her head that brought her attention to it, but Billy looked better than usual. Mary noticed the size of his arms, his bulging chest and the gleeful smile on his face before she reminded herself that Billy was her foster brother. Mary also had to remind herself that the little fantasy she had just played out in her mind was also wrong. So very wrong, she told herself, before hiding beneath the sunglasses so they couldn't see her staring at him.
"You went out last night?" Darla asked, who, despite having the wisdom of Solomon, was still a child. "I thought you were at home."
Mary smiled. "I snuck out, Darla." The look Darla gave her was one of abject shock.
"Anyways," Billy raised his voice to draw their attention back to him and the threat they would be facing. "We have a god or two to deal with. I did some googling and I found out about Hespera and Kalypso, the Daughters of Atlas." He waved the phone around excitedly, happy with his findings.
"Give me the phone," Mary told him. She took her sunglasses off and began to read. "Billy, it says here that they have a dragon."
"A dragon? That is so cool!" exclaimed Eugene.
"I know, right?" Billy agreed with his brother. "Does it say what the dragon looks like?"
"No, Billy. It's a dragon. I think they were too preoccupied to describe it in detail." She saw him looking at her for a second, in the way boys do, but he turned away, too excited about fighting a dragon to admire her when she was right there.
"We need more information on these gods," Billy said. "Does anyone know anyone we can talk to about it?"
Pedro put his hand up. "Pedro, you don't have to put your hand up. We're not in school." Billy told him.
"I think I know who we can talk to. See, there's this place I found in the Room of Doors. It's a massive library and there's this pen called Steve-"
"You named your pen?" Darla asked.
"Yes, I did. Steve can write by itself. Maybe we should go and ask about these Daughters of Atlas and see what it can tell us."
"You lot go with Pedro. I need to talk to Mary. She doesn't seem like she's in the mood for reading today." They walked out of the den and Mary gave him a quizzical look.
"What was that about?" Mary asked.
"What?" Billy looked at her, eyes full of naivety.
"The whole 'she's too hungover to read' thing. We all know you're lying."
Billy held his hands up. "I wanted to talk to you without the others around."
"About the argument?" Why would he want to talk about their little argument? Mary thought they were fine. She had apologised for going too far and Billy had said no more about it.
"No, it's not about that." Billy sat on a beanbag beside her. "I can see through your glasses. I saw you staring at me."
The Power of Zeus. Mary cursed herself. She made a bemused face. "Billy, you can't accuse me of staring when you do enough of it yourself." Mary took the glasses off and stood. Billy's eyes flicked to her breasts, then back to her face with the speed of Mercury. But she noticed the way his eyes wandered. "I know you're attracted to me." Mary squatted down to face him, her hand sliding up his muscled thigh. Billy was tense, unsure of what to do. All that wisdom, and nothing about women. He wasn't uncomfortable, but he was awkward as she moved closer. She found him hard between his legs and her smile widened. "See? You do like me." Billy smiled too, more confident now as Mary began to rub him over the tight fabric. Mary leaned close and kissed him, briefly. Billy's lips were soft and his eyes were lustful when she looked at him.
"Would you like to do more?" She cocked her head and raised her eyebrow in a comical fashion, waiting for his answer.
All Billy said was, "Yeah," and Mary sat on his lap, straddling him as their lips locked again, this time more passionately. At least he knew how to kiss, she thought, enjoying their breathless intimacy. He pulled her against him, making a choked sigh of pleasure as the kiss broke. "Wow." The boy was obviously unused to this kind of affection, but Mary wasn't, taking charge as her brown eyes flicked down to his crotch. Her hands followed, trailing down his costume's intricately patterned red leather and stopping at the vibrant yellow belt. The yellow light pulsed softly as she fiddled with it, pulling it away and dropping it behind her. She undid each clasp of his cape, kissing Billy's neck. He fumbled with her cape, his fingers trembling with excitement. She stood and he followed behind her, pressing close as he found the single slim zip, sliding it slowly down her back and peeling her outfit away. Mary pulled her costume away and turned to face Billy. He was staring at her body, enthralled by it. When she reached behind herself and unclasped the bra, he smiled as he saw her bare breasts.
"Your turn, Billy." She had to remind him to take his own clothes off and he did, stripping himself naked in a second with his enhanced speed. His garments were strewn around the den, but he didn't care, bounding over to Mary and taking her in his arms.
They walked to the sofa and Billy sat, watching intently as Mary slipped her panties off. His cock was hard and long and thick. Mary was shaved down there, and she slipped a hand over her clit, rubbing herself quickly as she approached him. Her eyes closed for a split second as she felt that first rush of heat, and when they opened, Billy had moved. She felt him touch her waist from behind, pushing her gently so she knew what he wanted. Mary lay against the leather sofa and felt his cock, hot against her thigh. She bit her lip and her eyes widened as he slid inside her. Billy gripped Mary's waist as he thrust hard, his breathing tempered and his rhythm even. Thanks to the Stamina of Atlas, he could go for as long as he wanted. She fought back a soft moan, but the second one found its way out, making the tempo of his thrusts increase. He was a bit jittery, finding the right way to fuck her, trying the short hip thrusts, then switching to longer ones. Mary loved those, loved the feel of the bulging head as it almost left her. She had to grip the cushions as she was hit with a new wave of pleasure, one that made her legs weaken and her head drop. "Like that," she told Billy, the request broken by another gasp. Mary reached down and pleasured herself, fingers dancing across her aching clit.
Billy grunted from behind her, pulling away and holding himself. His cock was slick from her sex and she saw clear pre-cum forming on the tip of his head. Billy's eyes were closed and his breaths were slow, bringing his pleasure down from its peak. "Turn over," he asked her. Mary did so happily, throwing her head back as she slipped her fingers inside herself. She watched Billy stroke himself and her hand moved at the same speed. He moved towards her, slipping inside once again and grabbing her shoulders. He had a concentrated look on his face as he slammed into her over and over. Billy grabbed her breasts, playing with them, smiling at her as Mary placed a finger on his chin, bringing his face closer for a kiss. She pulled him close, kept him inside her. His skin was clammy with sweat against her soft touch, but she was entranced by the heat of his body against hers, the way he stared at her longingly, lovingly even. Mary's hips bucked suddenly, the first throes of an orgasm forming deep within her. Her hand found its place almost immediately, over her clit, touching herself as Billy fucked her quickly. She was making a lot more noise now, a groan here and a gasp there, her eyes fluttering as the sensation increased. Her eyes closed hard, then widened as she made a loud moan, scrambling to pull Billy to her lips for a fleeting and lustful kiss. He slowed, pulling out and stroking himself rapidly. Mary shifted, leaning forwards and opening her mouth for him. She moaned against his flesh, letting him jerk himself as she took his head past her plump lips. Billy's head raised and his breathing became more ragged, his strokes becoming so fast his hand was almost a blur. He made a choked gasp as he orgasmed, his mouth staying open as his body was flooded with warm pleasure. Mary looked up at him as she swallowed every drop of his cum, smiling as she licked her lips.
He was panting for a second, then he sat beside her, nestling close.
"We should do this next week," Billy suggested with a mad grin on his face.
"We should do this again tomorrow," Mary told him.
In the distance, they heard echoing footsteps. She looked at Billy and he looked at her and they sped off, putting their clothes on in the second it took for their siblings to round the corner.
"So," Mary tried to sound nonchalant as she addressed them. "Did you find anything?"