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{ASSM} Virtual Reality Gaming Trilogy - Part One: The Sibling's Adventure 1/2 {Bingain} (mf, inc, cons, rom, ScFi, NoSex) Virtual Reality Gaming Trilogy - Part 1 The Siblings' Adventure Copyright (c) 2002, Bingain (mf, m-1st, inc, cons, rom, ScFi, oral, anal) (Chapter 1-3, No sex in these chapters.) An HTML version of this story is available at http://www.asstr.org/~bingain/. ----------------------------------------------------- Prologue ----------------------------------------------------- This is the first part of a trilogy about Timothy Brake's adventures in Virtual Reality Gaming and his real life experience. All three parts are about Tim, with a virtual reality gaming background, but different settings and issues he faced in his real life. The first part is about his adventure in virtual reality gaming with his step-sister, Deborah, which ended up in incestuous relationship. ----------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: ----------------------------------------------------- This story is a fiction. It does not relate to any real incidences or real persons. This work contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity. Anyone who may be offended by such contents, or persons forbidden by law or any regulations, should not read or download this story. Re-distribution, posting, and anything other than for personal enjoyment are subject to explicit authorization by the author. ----------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 ----------------------------------------------------- It was a hot Monday evening in the summer of 2007. Timothy Brake sat on the couch, watching the "Who's that Face" game show on tv with his dad and step-mom. It had been ages since he had enjoyed watching this kind of silly show, but his step-mother, Betty, was a contestant on this episode. Even though she didn't win the grand prize, she did manage to bring home some prizes as she went through the game. She and Timothy's father, Warren, had just returned the previous evening from the trip to New York City, where the game show was taped. It was almost a seven hour drive for the couple from Rochester, where the family lived, which was about 350 miles away from the sleepless big city. Timothy could hardly maintain concentration as he watched the game show, in which the contestants scratched their heads, trying their best to name various historic Twentieth Century celebrities as their pictures or segments of movies were displayed. He wished he was as lucky as his step-sister, who was at work and didn't have to watch the show. He watched as his step-mom answered one of the questions correctly. The game host told her to press a button on the panel to determine which random prize she would get. Betty's luck wasn't very good; she didn't get the cruise vacation, or the latest utility vehicle which she had been dreaming of. Instead, she got a gift certificate for some home fitness equipment. Timothy glanced at his dad's tummy. His dad was sitting in his recliner, eating chips from a huge bag. He knew that gift certificate wasn't going to help anyone in this household. Betty made another correct guess, and had the chance to press the button for a second time. Once again, no car, no $100,000 grand prize, nothing exciting. She got another gift certificate, this one from VRG, a nationwide chain that operated virtual reality gaming centers. On the TV, Betty forced a smile when she knew what she won. Tim tried to say something, but was stopped by his dad. Warren gestured for his son to sit quietly and watch the show, and to applaud when the camera focused on an excited Betty in a close-up. It was a torture for Tim. Tim didn't have a very close relationship with Betty, ever since she became his step-mom three years ago. However, she had shown enough care, and even sufficient respect for his teenage rights, which had earned her a lot of respect from Tim. Eventually, the show was over. The Brake family didn't win any exciting prizes, but nevertheless it was a nice trip, with good exposure, and they won several gift certificates, as well as close to $3,000 in cash. As commercials began showing up on the TV, Tim asked with care what his parents were going to do with the gaming gift certificate, since they never played games. "I guess your dad will sell it to one of his coworkers," Betty said, giving her husband a glance. Betty worked at a nursing home, and it was apparent her co-workers weren't into virtual reality games. "I think Johnny may want to buy it from me. He plays games," Warren said. He worked at the bus depot. Guys there had a better chance of being fans of virtual reality games. "I play games too," Tim said, with a little protesting tone. "Tim, that gift certificate has a face value of two thousand dollars!" his dad responded. "How much do you think Johnny will pay you for it?" Tim said. "At least half of the face value," his dad said. "And do you have to pay tax on that thing?" Tim said. "Kid, there isn't a way you make money and Uncle Sam doesn't take a bite off you." "So you will probably end up with only seven hundred out of that gift certificate, right?" Tim said. He purposely ignored the cash that his dad would be able to put into his pocket from his coworkers. He knew his dad wasn't good at math, and neither was his step-mom. "Probably, son." "What if your son will pay you, say, five hundred dollars?" Tim said. His dad studied him for a few seconds, then looked slightly downward into his son's face. Warren was a tall and big man who stood to 6'4, and his son was six inches shorter, with a rather slim build. "Do you have five hundred?" he asked. "I do!" Tim exclaimed. "Where did you get five hundred dollars from?" Warren said, and laid eyes on his son again. "I've been saving up money for... for this thing," Tim said. It was the summer recess, and Tim had been working at the ticket office of a cinema. He had been saving up his paycheck for a $1,000 gaming coupon he planned to use at the local VRG with Alan, his buddy. Alan paid for the last coupon and they played together, and now it was his turn to do the same thing. Warren turned to his wife and said, "Give him the coupon." He then turned to his son and said, "Make sure your mom has the five hundred dollars she has earned." Tim finished the transaction, dashed to the kitchen, and called his buddy. He knew Alan had a nighttime summer job, and he would have his days off on Tuesday and Wednesday. They might get to have two exciting and fulfilling days at the gaming center. He found out his friend had gone to camping with his uncle until the weekend. Tim went back to his room and thought how he would use the coupon. It had a face value of $2000, which meant 20-30 hours of the latest virtual reality games, or 40-50 hours for games which had been out for a while. He decided he would use a few hours for himself before his buddy returned from camping. After all, he had nothing better to do on his days off. He had broken off with his girl friend about six months ago, and hadn't found a new girl yet. There were some girls who worked with him in the cinema, but as usual, the nice ones were all taken. Even though he was already seventeen, he never dared to tell anyone that he was still a virgin. The few occasions in the past where he had the chance to rectify this situation, he acted either too nervously or too aggressively, and screwed up his opportunity. When Tim finished his shower, his parents were already in bed. Both of them had to be at work by seven in the morning, and they always retired early for the night. He went into his room, figuring it was still too early for bed, and turned on his computer. He played some games on the computer, but his mind was on the more exciting virtual reality games he was about to play the next day. Once you had experienced virtual reality games, no two- dimensional or three-dimensional games on a computer would be interesting to you anymore. He got bored after a while, and switched to chatting on some gaming servers. He heard the back door open and close, and a few minutes later, footsteps outside his room. He knew his step-sister, Deborah, had come home from her work. She usually worked the day shift in her summer job at an office supplies chain store, but was covering a few hours for another worker, and therefore had been exempted from that boring tv show. Neither Deborah nor Tim had had any siblings, until their parents got married. It was a new experience for both of them. It took Tim some time to get used to the new situation and relationship. He and Deborah went from strangers to foes, from foes to friends, from friends to antagonists, and back again to buddies. Their relationship never stabilized. One thing had never changed, though. Whenever there was a dispute, she would win, mostly because he had to give in under pressure from their parents. Their folks had repeatedly indicated to Tim that he was supposed to give in to his sister because she was younger, she was a girl, and she did better than him at school. Tim especially detested the last reason, although he had to admit that she was smart and worked harder than him at school, and therefore got better grades. It was an easy comparison, as they were in the same class at the same school. Tim knew he could have done better if he had spent more time on books, instead of various gaming: video games, computer games, and even card and board games. However, Tim had never hated or disliked his step- sister. She annoyed him many times, but he still liked her. There was a knock on his door, and Deborah stuck her head in. "Hey, Timmy boy! Computer again, huh?" she said teasingly. She never waited for his response before she opened his door, and Tim hated it. He had to quit jerking off in his bed, ever since she scared the shit out of him a little more than a year ago. "Yeah," he said, still concentrating on his computer. "Gaming or cybering?" she asked. He turned around and saw a naughty smile on her face. "Cybering with Annie, Cyn, and Jennie," he responded, and returned to his computer. The names he mentioned were all close friends of his step-sis. He heard her burst into laughter. "You wish, silly boy," she said with a chuckle. He didn't like her calling him 'Timmy boy' or 'boy'. It looked like in her mind he was her little brother. But he was actually seven months older and five inches taller than her. On the other hand, except for the age and height differentials, and being more competent in games against machines, he couldn't find an area he could score better than his step-sister. Deborah had a nice looking face and nice figure. She was also smart in getting good grades without hitting the books a lot, as well as wise in dealing with guys and gals. He protested in silence. "Anyway, why haven't you tried to date Annie, Timmy boy?" she said, "Every time you talk about my friends, you mention her." Tim halted for a moment. He ran through his memory to check if he had actually mentioned Annie's name every time he talked about her friends. He turned to Deborah and said, "It's you who always mentioned her name. If I hadn't known you better, I'd have thought you had a thing with her." "Duh! Too bad, I was about to offer setting you guys up," she said. "Thought you were interested in her." Tim's fingers stopped on his keyboard. Annie wasn't very pretty, didn't have great figure, but was very sweet. He turned back to his sister, and saw another sly smile on her face. He knew she was teasing him again. He sacked the idea of asking his step-sister to try the setting-up. "I'm putting up a move on a charming girl at the cinema," he said. She shrugged, and then her lips curled into a smirk. "Oh! Good luck, baby," she said smilingly, "'Night, Timmy boy!" "Good night, Deb," he said, pretending to be busy with his computer, while she closed his door. There was indeed a very charming and beautiful girl who worked full time at the cinema Tim was working at, a girl named Susan. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful girl Tim had ever seen. Almost every guy in the cinema had tried to put up some kind of move on her, without success. Tim and Susan talked a lot during breaks. However, Tim knew she only thought of him as a little brother. She was two years older than Tim, and had a boyfriend who had just finished college. It took him a little while to regain his concentration and continue with his game chats. It was close to two o'clock when he went to bed. ----------------------------------------------------- Tim woke up late the next morning, a sunny Tuesday. He was still rubbing his eyes when he opened the door of the bathroom toward the end of the corridor. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he was greeted by a high pitch scream from inside. Instinctively, he slammed the door closed, stepped back, and dropped on the floor, sitting there in the aftermath of the shock. Deborah was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, when their eyes met. If weren't for the shock of the scream, he might have had a chance to see the color of her panties. He was still sitting on the floor, attempting to recover, when she came out of the bathroom. "Why didn't you knock on the door?" she challenged him with a stern look. She hunched her elbows and fixed her hands on her waist. "How was I supposed to know you were inside? Why didn't you lock the door?" he retorted. He was fast on the uptake this time, since it was in his mind while he was sitting there. Deborah was a little flushed as she gave him a glare and went back into her room. When he finished his morning business and went down to the kitchen, Deborah was sitting at the table talking on the phone. Tim went to the fridge for milk, and then he got himself some cereal from the cupboard. He gestured toward Deborah, asking her if she wanted any, and was met with another glare. The glare was something she used often, whenever she felt he owed her something. He tried not to be bothered by it, and went on with his breakfast. Deborah finished her phone call and went up the stairs without looking at him. Tim glanced at the kitchen clock. It was a little after nine. He heard footsteps again, and knew his sister was back in the kitchen. She didn't go for the phone, but went instead to the fridge. "Milk's on the table," he said, without turning around. She gave him another glare and took the milk, shook the container, decided she could finish it, and drank straight from the container. She kept glaring at him out of the corner of her eye. Tim looked down at his cereal. "Okay, Deb, I'm sorry," he surrendered without looking at her. He hated doing it. Every time she gave him this kind of look, he had to give in. It wasn't that he cared about how she felt. He just couldn't stand those glares. Deborah flashed a small smile when he finally raised his head. Her grin was more of a triumphant one than a forgiving one. He knew he would eventually have to give in. It had been the rule of the game since the day she moved into this house, when Tim's father married Deborah's mother. Using her glare to advantage, she had been able to coerce the use of his stereo, his newer computer, and his hair blower, while he had to accept her kind offer of her older counterparts. He was glad that his shaver didn't suit her. Deborah finished her milk as Tim was going to the sink with the bowl in his hand. She tossed the empty milk container into the garbage can and started to walk out of the kitchen. "Nice panties," he said quietly from behind her. Before Tim could dodge, he was kicked in the ass and almost fell into the counter. He turned back, and saw his sister staring at him again. "What did you say?" she hissed, with a little pink in her face. "What did I say?" he said, with a sly smile on his face, while rubbing his own ass. "Turn around!" she demanded him. "No," he said. "You'd better turn around, a kick in the ass is better than a kick in the balls," she said. He hesitated for a brief moment, and made a surrendering gesture. "I didn't see anything, honest," he said. He had wanted to say something different, that he would pull her sleeping tee up to check the color of her panties if she dared to kick him. He trashed that alternative, as he knew it would get him into much bigger trouble. Furthermore, being kicked in the balls wasn't something any guy would enjoy. "Say you're sorry," she warned, her face stern. "Sorry," he said, reluctantly. She had that same small smile on her face as she turned to go back up the stairs. Tim sighed while watching her climbing the stairs. He realized her round ass wiggling as she stepped up the stairs appealed to him quite a bit. He felt uneasy and guilty. Quite a few times, he had imagined his step-sister while he was jerking off, especially after seeing her in some scanty clothing. He always felt guilty and shameful afterwards. He never dared to tell his closest buddies about the reprehensible crime he had committed in his mind. He remembered the only time his step-sister was sobbing in his arms. She broke off with her boyfriend around three months ago, and one night she came home crying and crying. Their parents weren't at home, and there was nobody to calm her down, except him. So he did. He patted her, said good things to her, promised she could use any of his musical albums, pledged to take her to a movie, and hugged her. She ended up sobbing on his shoulder, leaning against him, for a long while. He didn't feel anything while he was consoling her. He did feel very guilty later that day, after thinking of her, and the feeling of her body as she leaned on him, while stimulating himself in the bathroom. He was lost in reverie until the phone rang. He went over to answer it. It was from Susan, his coworker. She told him she had a little problem at home and asked if he could cover her shift. Tim thought for a moment and agreed. He checked the time again and knew he had to hurry to the cinema. He quickly changed his clothes, told his step-sis he was going out, and went out to catch the bus. ----------------------------------------------------- He explained to the manager that he was covering Susan's shift when he punched in. Even though it was summer holiday, there weren't many people coming to the cinema during the day, so he was rather idle most of the time. He spent most of his time answering boring questions from Mary, the other girl in the box office. He didn't enjoy chatting with her, even though she was decent looking. She always talked down about guys, especially boys who didn't pay enough attention to her. It was like a guy couldn't be a man if he didn't want to get into her pants. He studied Mary out of the corner of his eye, and compared her to his step-sister. "Heck, for every one guy who wanted to get into her pants, there must a dozen who want to get into Deb's pants," he thought to himself. He would rather it was Susan, or even another guy, so he could have more pleasant chats. A while later he saw Mary having a dispute with a biddy who didn't speak English very well. "I've told you already! That movie you want to watch hasn't been playing in this cinema for more than a week. I don't know where it's playing now!" Mary said impatiently. She looked over at Tim and shrugged her shoulder. Tim leaned over to Mary, and asked, "Which movie?" She told him. "I know where the movie is playing," he said. "You want to take over?" she said unenthusiastically. "Okay, let me handle her, don't worry," he said. He then gestured for the old woman to come over to his window. He told her where the movie was shown. The old lady didn't know how to get there, so Tim drew her a sketch describing the direction. "You didn't have to tell her," Mary said, after the woman had gone. "She's not paying for your paycheck." "Who knows, may be she will tomorrow," Tim said, "Hey! Nice looking guys coming!" Mary's expression loosened as she saw the guys coming over to their booth. Tim looked at the ceiling so the guys would use Mary's window. On his way to the bus stop after work, Tim was greeted by a horn from a car behind him. He saw Susan in the passenger seat, waving to him, so he went over. She thanked him for covering her shift, and then told him that her dog had a fight with other dogs in the street and was badly wounded, so she had to take her pet to the veterinarian. She asked Tim where he was going, and offered to give him a ride. On the way, Susan introduced Tim to the handsome and tall driver, who was her boyfriend, Bob. He worked at his dad's auto dealer. From their conversation during the drive, Tim had the impression Susan was describing him as her adopted little brother to Bob. By the time Bob's car was near Tim's home, Bob was also talking with Tim in the way like he was little brother. ----------------------------------------------------- That evening during dinner, the family once again talked about the two kids' college arrangement. Both Tim and Deborah were going to begin their senior year of high school after the holidays. The family couldn't afford college fees for both of them. Tim had indicated a few times before that whoever got better grades at school should go to college. "You guys got any idea what you're going to do after school?" Warren said. He asked the same question every time they started the same discussion. Betty looked at Deborah. The young girl looked at Tim. "You know I want to be a computer technician," he said, grinding the baked potato in his dish with his fork, "and you want to be a journalist." "Actually I'm still thinking," Deborah said. "Won't you get a better future in the computer field if you have a degree?" "Not really," Tim said. "What I need is some technical training to get started, then I can work on certification if I have the motivation." They ate in silence for a moment. Tim said again, "You'll have an easier time at college. It'll be a waste if I go to college and flunk in a year or so." "I think Tim's right," Warren said, as he put another baked potato into his dish. "I don't mean he's stupid. Certificates and experience look more important for a computer tech. A journalist without a degree isn't going anywhere." Betty looked at Warren. "Do you think we can take up a second mortgage?" she asked. Tim talked before his dad responded. "Mom, I think it's more about how well I can handle the school and the work. I'm not that good at school, and I don't think I'll like college. I've talked with some tech guys, and they all said experience and certificates are more important." Warren patted Tim's hand, and said, "Don't you worry, kid. Whatever money you need for the technical training, I'll get it for you." ----------------------------------------------------- Later that evening, Deborah went into Tim's room while he was surfing the Internet. She sat on his bed and looked at him. "What's the matter?" he asked. "I don't feel comfortable about this," she said. "You were just telling them that I was the one who should go to college." "Which is the fact," he said, looking at the screen. "If we had enough money, would you want to go to college?" she asked. "I don't know," he said. "Probably not." "What if I don't want to go to college?" He didn't answer right away. He browsed through a few pages on the computer, then said, "Probably not. I don't think I like college." Deborah sighed and got off his bed. She tapped his shoulder and said, "Get up." He turned around in his chair. "Why?" he asked. "Get up!" Tim got off his chair, and before he could turn to face her, she kicked him in the ass. Deborah giggled as she sat on his bed again. "Why the kick?" he said, rubbing his ass. "Because you lied to me again," she said. Tim sat back down gingerly. "These talks are meaningless. They prefer you to go to the college. You know you should go to the college, and I'd rather you go to the college," he said. Deborah looked down at her fingers for a little while. "That's why I don't feel comfortable," she said softly. "I don't think I'm going to lead an inferior life for not going to the college. I'll bet I make more money than you after you finish college," he said. Deborah smiled at him. "You're sweet, Timmy baby," she said. "I always am, you just won't admit it," he said, still looking at the screen. Deborah giggled and poked his arm. "I've checked the information," she said. "You have a few options even if you don't want to do college now. You can go for the technical training and then start your career; you can go to the community college for a two year degree, then decide from there; or you can start your career and go to the community college part-time. What're you going to do?" He thought for a moment. "I've never thought of the third choice, but it's too tough," he said. "Do you think it'll hurt trying?" she said. "I'm already hurt badly. Is there a day I don't get kicked in the ass?" he said. Deborah had a tiny blush on her face. "You've deserved every single kick you've gotten," she said. "Yeah, and I got stomped on the floor for the only time I kicked you," he said. She giggled, and said, "I'm a girl. guys don't kick a girl." She got off his bed. "I'm going for the shower now," she said. "Don't stay up too late." "'Night," he said, as she walked out of his room. ----------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 ----------------------------------------------------- Tim woke up around half past eight on Wednesday. It was his lawn mowing day. He ate a quick breakfast in the kitchen and started working in the yard. He couldn't understand why his step-sister didn't do his laundry, while he had to do all the heavy duty work in the yard. Deborah did laundry for the entire family, except his. He felt he was unfairly treated. He finished his work and went inside. He was tired and sweaty. He went into his room, got out some clean clothing, and headed toward the bathroom. He recalled the incident the previous morning, so he hesitated a little, and then knocked on the bathroom door. He heard a giggle from behind. Tim turned around and saw Deborah leaning on the wall in the corridor, smiling at him. "I remembered to lock the door this morning," Deborah said, giggling at his behavior, "You're not going to get another peek again, Timmy boy." Tim felt his face heating up a little, even though he had no intention of peeking and once again incurring her wrath. "Peek? Wait until you've grown up to full size first," he retorted. Deborah blushed a little as she stepped over to him. "Turn around! You pig!" she raised her voice and said. Tim rushed into the bathroom and locked the door before she could strike out at him. He started laughing as he started the water in the shower stall. He finished his shower and changed into clean clothes. He went to the kitchen for a cold drink. Deborah was in the kitchen, reading a women's magazine while eating her cornflakes. She glared at him out of the corner of her eye. Tim wanted to ask her a question, but he knew he had to give in first. "Okay, okay. You're full size," he said. She was still glaring. "I'm sorry, Deb," he said slowly. She gave him a tiny smile. "Milk's in the cupboard. I hid it there," she said, and giggled. He chuckled. He went over to the cupboard, got the milk out and put it back into the fridge. He took a can of soft drink from the fridge. "I've had breakfast already," he explained. "Oh yeah, I forgot it's the lawn boy's day," she said playfully. He popped open the can, took a few sips. "Deb?" he said. "What?" "Do you know I'm very unfairly treated?" he asked carefully. "No," she said, with another tiny smile on her face. "You're perfectly fairly treated, including the kicks." "Not the kicks," he said, suppressing his desire to kick her in the ass. "Why won't you do my laundry?" "Why do I have to do your laundry?" "I do the lawn, and you do the laundry. It's our share of the household work. But you're excluding mine," he said. "Well, I can do the lawn and you do all laundry. I won't mind if you don't do mine," she said, looking at his face. "Laundry is much more work than the lawn." "I clean the windows, I shovel the snow and I help fix up the house," he said. "Will you?" She thought for a moment, and turned away. "I'm not going to do your laundry," she insisted. "Why?" he asked. "I won't," she maintained. "Why?" She hesitated for a little while. Her face was a little pink. "You're dirty!" she said. "Dirty?" She blushed a little more, thought for another while, and decided to tell him the reason. "You got remains on your underwear! Can't you just wipe them off first?" "Remains?" he repeated. Then he realized what she meant. He felt his face heating up. "That was a long time ago. I don't do that anymore," he said. "I still won't," she said. She was still blushing slightly. "Okay," he mumbled. He understood her situation now. Tim probably wouldn't do anyone else's laundry if they had semen left on the underwear from masturbating. They remained silent while he continued with his soft drink and she finished her breakfast. She rinsed the bowl and put it into the tray. "Promise no more remains?" she asked softly. "No more," he said. "Once more, and you're going to do your own laundry again," she said, and smiled at him. "Thanks, Deb," he said, and smiled back weakly. ----------------------------------------------------- Tim went back to his room, thought for a moment about his plan for the day, and decided he would go for the game. He was putting on his jeans when the door was pushed open. He turned around and saw his step-sis standing at the door. He pulled his jeans up all the way, and nearly caught his balls in the fly. He stared at his sister, who was giggling. "Why didn't you knock on the door before you came in?" He raised his voice, in both anger and embarrassment. "What's the big deal? You're a guy," she said, acting innocently. He buckled his jeans without a word. "Alright, Timmy," she said. "I'm sorry, okay?" He looked at her. She seldom would say sorry to him. She might do things for him against her better interest, like the laundry, but she didn't like admitting fault to him. "Well..." she said, a little embarrassingly. "Can I borrow a hundred dollars from you?" Tim pulled his purse out and took a look. "I don't have a hundred," he said. "Aren't you getting paid today?" "I'm off today, I covered another girl's shift yesterday," she said. "How much can you lend me?" "I only have fifty, and I need that myself," he said. He had spent most of his cash on the gift coupon. "Aren't you working today?" she asked. "No," he said. "That's why I need my money. Why do you need the money anyway?" "I want to buy the new Bad boys album," she said. "Where're you going?" "Well, buy the album next week," he said. "I can't help you this time." "Where're you going?" "Gaming center," he said. "Gaming center? What gaming center?" she asked. "Virtual reality gaming," he said. He showed her the gift certificate. "Wow! Two thousand dollars! Where did you get this gift certificate from?" she asked, looking at his face. He briefly told her the story. "So, how real are these virtual reality games?" she asked. "Almost like real. In fact, sometimes it's more than real," he said. "So, you're going there now?" "Yeah," "Who's going with you?" she asked. "Nobody," he said. "Why don't you take me with you?" He looked her up and down. "You don't even play computer games," he said. "That's because it's boring. But you said virtual reality games were like real," she said. He hesitated for a moment. He was a little unwilling to take her to a virtual reality game. It was expensive, and certainly he would have to look after her, as she would know nothing about those games. She saw his hesitation. "Come on, Timmy, Timmy," she pursued, "I'm your beloved sister, I'm doing your laundry, I'm going to set you up with all my girlfriends, and I'm going to buy you lunch today." Tim chuckled. He thought for a moment, and nodded. She had a big smile on her face as she jogged towards her room. ----------------------------------------------------- They saw a number of posters advertising new games in the hall when they were at the gaming center. It wasn't as crowded as it would be in the evenings or weekends. Gaming centers were not for kids, as most kids didn't have the amount of pocket money needed for this expensive excitement. Tim's heart started pounding when he saw the new 'Dark Lord Sedart' game was out. He had seen some descriptions and previews of it, and had talked with his chat friends about the game. He had been longing to play that game. In fact, that was the game he would like to try with Alan. He didn't want to play this game with his sister, though. He would rather play some simpler, easier, and less expensive games with her. They browsed through the electronic catalogs. "What about 'Princess Diana XIV'?" he suggested. It was one of the cheapest games, and also a kind of girlish game. She studied the game descriptions for a while and shook her head. She went on browsing. A group of people next to them was discussing which game to play, as well. Tim glanced at them and saw that the group comprised of three guys and a girl, all in their twenties. The girl was apparently a gaming veteran, as she seemed to know all the games very well. He heard as they had decided to go for the 'Sedart' game and went toward a booth. He returned his attention to his sister. She was looking at him. "What about the 'Sedart' game?" "That's a bloodshed game, not suitable for kids," he said. She looked him up and down. "I'm as old as you are," she said. "It's for veterans." "Is it a game?" "Of course." "Well, if I can handle a smart guy like you, I can handle a game," she said with a wily smile. Tim was a little reluctant. The 'Sedart' game was expensive, and wasn't designed for gaming novices. "Timmy, Timmy," she said, shoving his arm. Tim sighed. "Okay," he agreed. He saw a familiar tiny smile on her face. They went to an empty booth. After Tim indicated which game they wanted to play, the booth attendant explained the new features of the game to them. "May I have your credit card?" the attendant asked. Tim gave the attendant his gift certificate. She took a close look at it, and scanned the information into her computer. She then gave Tim a plastic card. "The amount will be deducted, depending on how long you play the game. You can check your account balance at the machines near the entrance," she explained. "Now, you have to choose from the character classes." "Warrior," Tim said at once. "Archer," Deborah said, after glancing at the avatars on the monitor in front of them. Tim turned to his sister. "Why don't you choose the sorceress?" He pointed to another avatar on the screen. He knew the sorceress was the easiest character class to handle in this game. "Nah, the sorceress looks ugly," Deborah said, pointing her finger at the avatar on the screen. Tim shrugged his shoulders. "Do you want to keep your physical features or choose from the options?" The attendant asked again. "I'll keep mine," Deborah said. "Why don't you adopt the archer's ones?" Tim said, pointing at the archer avatar on the screen. "She's got blonde ponytail." "I like my smooth brown hair, I like my dark brown brows, I like my attractive green eyes, and I like my sexy lips," she said lazily. "But I think your warrior will look better in blonde ponytail." She stuck her tongue at him. The attendant chuckled, and turned to Tim. "I'll keep mine too," Tim said. If he wasn't with Deborah, he would have chosen different features than his curly brown hair, brown eyes, and slim build. He had always wanted to look stronger and be better looking, which could only be achieved in virtual reality games. After going through some other topics, the attendant asked them which act of the game they wanted to play. She explained, "Besides the practice session, there're five acts in the game, in progressing difficulty levels. Usually it will take around five to eight hours to complete Act One, if you're good." "Practice session," Tim said without hesitation. He knew the practice session would take at most an hour. Almost nobody played practice session in gaming centers, as gaming veterans practiced during the 'real' adventures. Deborah might get bored after the practice session, or they could try out other games, if she wanted. They were led into a room where there were some twenty clumsy looking high back armchairs. Each chair had chunks of wiring going from behind it to some control panels. There were another two gamers already in two of the chairs, the backs reclined to almost a horizontal position. They looked like they were deep in dreams. "This is the newest gaming room we have. It came into operation yesterday," a young technician in uniform told them. "Are they also playing 'Sedart'?" Deborah said. "No, they're playing 'Bust the Buster VII'. They'll be done in less than half an hour," the technician said. He seated the siblings, put on helmet-like devices over their heads, with vision projecting eye shields covering their eyes, and put wired bracelets on their forearms and legs. Finally, he put silver metal bracelets on their arms, which had a covered button and some patterns. "This is your all-in-one bracelet," the technician said. "If you decide to quit the game early, remove the cover and press the button. Once you press it, the game will be saved and will end, and you'll be back here. This red bar indicates your life. If your life becomes zero, you're dead in the game, which means you've failed the mission; the game's over but won't be saved, and you'll back here." Tim noticed his sister was very nervous. "Don't worry, Deb, it's just a game, and you're with me," he said. Deborah gave him a faint smile. "It's a little chilly here," she said. "Do you want a blanket?" the technician asked. "The new thermostat doesn't work very well. It's a little chilly until we've got more people in the room." "Yeah, please," Deborah said. The technician turned to Tim with an inquiring look. Tim didn't feel chilly yet. He turned to Deborah and realized why she felt more chilled. She was wearing a halter and jeans with a low-rise waist. He thought for a moment, and decided that it would probably make his step-sis feel better if he needed a cover as well. He nodded to the technician. The technician went to get two blankets, and covered them. He then said, "Raise your thumb if you're ready." They both raised their thumbs. "Enjoy the game," the technician said as he pressed some buttons. ----------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3 ----------------------------------------------------- Tim found himself outside a cottage in a meadow. The cottage was built with raw logs. He was wearing a light leather armor that covered his torso, and matching brown coarse fabric pants. He lowered his left hand and found his sword. He pulled the sword out from the sheath. The sword, a short one with a two foot long blade, didn't look like a very deadly weapon. This was expected, as he was meant to find better weapons on his way to fight the evil guys and monsters. He heard a low gasp from behind. He turned around and saw Deborah, looking bewildered. His eyes were locked on her. She was wearing a teal one-piece swimwear-like garment. Her long brown hair was tufted behind her head into a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of short boots. He never realized his sister had such nice looking, slender legs. She was holding a short bow in her hand, and a quiver of arrows apparently was on her back, as he saw a strap running across her front, down from her shoulder to her waist. The strap pressed the garment against her chest, and he was certain she wasn't wearing a bra, as he could almost see her nipples pushing through the fiber. "Where are we?" she asked as she started looking around. "In the game, silly," he said, while returning his attention to her face a little reluctantly. He wasn't supposed to study his step-sister's breasts. "Not in the chair?" she asked, staring at him. "Well, yes, you're still in your chair, but you're also in here. This is virtual reality. You feel like you're in here, but your body is actually still in your chair. What you see and feel in here is like real, but not exactly real. You won't get physically hurt even if some monster kicks your ass real hard," he said, making a kicking motion. "Oh," she said, then she realized that he wasn't in his tee and jeans. "You look nicer in this outfit, Timmy boy," she complimented him. "You too, Deb baby," he said with a smile. He wondered how it would feel if he kicked her ass, or, better yet, patted her ass. She looked down at herself, and gasped again. "Why am I not in pants?" she said. "That's how the archer looks, didn't you see it when you were looking at the avatar?" She apparently didn't feel comfortable with her outfit. "Can I change to play the sorceress?" she said. "You're stuck, sorry," he said. She raised the bow in her hand, looked at it, and looked at Tim. "How do I use this thing? Where's the firing button?" she said. "You don't use a button, you pull an arrow from your quiver, and you shoot the arrow with the bow." "I don't even how to shoot. What if I miss?" "This is a practice session, and we are just starting. The monsters and enemies around here are slow and stupid. Most don't even strike back, so you can practice," he said. He then kept on explaining what he knew about how to play the virtual reality fighters. Tim could sense, from her eyes, that she was still very uncomfortable about this new way of playing a game. "You scared?" he asked. She slowly nodded her admittance. "You want to chicken out?" She thought for what seemed like an hour. "You're sure it's safe?" she said. "Well, virtual reality games have been out for a while. Have you ever heard of people getting killed or hurt in VR game?" She thought for a while, then shook her head. He smiled. "Let's check the cottage out," he said. They went into the cottage. There wasn't much inside, except tiny bottles of potions of all kinds on the shelves. Tim took a red one and showed it to Deborah. "This is health potion," he said. "When you get hurt, your life... life in this game... goes down. You can refill your health by drinking this potion." "Neat," she said. "Do I put them into these pouches on my belt?" "Yes," he said as he filled up the pouches on his belt with the red potions. "What about the other potions?" she asked, while doing the same thing. "They're for other character classes," he said. "What happens when red potions run out?" "Occasionally the monsters or bad guys carry some potions. We will rob them. Alternatively, we can refill our supplies when we get to some towns, or camp sites, as we move on." "Do we eat?" "Not in practice sessions," he said. "Okay, what now?" "We go venture into the dangerous wild, where monsters and bad guys will come attack you, bite you, kick your ass," he said and tried to act as serious as he could. He noted that she had a funny smile on her face. He continued, "They may even sexually assault you." She laughed and hit him with the bow. "Out we go!" he said. "Wait, I need to learn how to shoot first. It's too risky to depend on a skinny warrior to protect me," she said, rolling her eyes. "Easy, just shoot a few arrows into the cottage door," he said. They moved outside until they were about twenty feet from the cottage. He laughed when he saw Deborah pulling the arrow against the string. "No, no, silly!" he said. "You don't pull the arrow like this. You align the end of the arrow against the string and pull the string, with the arrow in between your fingers..." He went over to her, stood behind her and showed her how to pull the string with the arrow on it, and said, "Like this, got it?" She released the string, with a twang, the arrow hit the log about two feet from the door. "Don't laugh!" she said with a little pink on her face, and hit his arm with her bow. "The next one will be closer." She pulled another arrow out, and shot again. Twang, it hit the door. She turned to him with a proud smile. "Nice job," he admitted. He patted her ass. "Nice ass!" he told himself. She started blushing. "Someone's coming," she said, pointing behind him. He turned back, and immediately got a kick in the ass. He almost fell. He turned around and saw her giggling. "Okay, stop harassing me and let me do a few more practices," she said. He couldn't believe she was so talented in using the bow. He wondered if it was a class specific ability that the game developer had built into each character class so that they could use their assigned weapons with ease. He couldn't know it for sure, as he needed an opponent to find out how good he was with swords, and it would not be a nice idea to practice it with his partner. He decided they should start the practice session. He pulled the arrows out from the logs and put them back into her quiver. They then followed the track and started their adventure. He was rather surprised to find nothing evil after a five minute walk. It was just like a walk in the park. He did enjoy the walk, though. He had never walked with his sister in a park, although they used to walk to school together at times. He didn't tease her or pat her ass again, as she told him she would stick an arrow in his ass if he harassed or assaulted her again. He didn't know if she meant it, but having an arrow in his ass while a troll showed up wasn't a funny thing. "It's like walking in the park," she said. "The air is fresh, and the scenery is nice." "Yeah," he said, while sniffing. "Indeed, fresh air." "Too bad you don't look stronger and more handsome," she said teasingly. "Does it matter?" he said as he turned to her. "Well, well..." she said, pausing a little before she continued. "I suppose no. How's the date with your charming coworker?" "Progressing pretty well," he said, turning away from her. "We have sex in the storeroom every day." Deborah burst out laughing. "Come on, Timmy boy," she said. "Like I didn't know you at all." He turned to her. "How much do you know about me?" he asked. "I know you enough to handle you well even when asleep," she said, smiling. "Asleep?" he said, rolling his eyes. "You mean sleeping?" Before he could get away, he was hit in the ass by her bow. Her face turned a little pink. "Pig!" she hooted. "Sorry," he said. He was a little regretted about flirting with her. Deborah smiled. "So, how's the date?" she asked. "Haven't started yet," he said. "Poor baby," she said. "What about you?" he asked. "I have sex with the best looking guy in the storeroom every day," she said, and giggled. Tim laughed. "Why?" he asked. "Why in the storeroom?" He laughed again. "No," he said. "Why aren't you dating?" "What makes you think I'm not dating?" "Well, are you?" he asked. She blushed a little. "No," she said, "I'm taking a break. You know, it's summer. After my break I'm going to see how many guys I can date at the same time." He chuckled, and said, "Sounds like..." He paused and banished what he was about to say. "All right, let's move on," he continued. ----------------------------------------------------- When they were close to some shrubbery, a wild rat the size of a dog crawled out from the bushes. Deborah shrieked. Apparently she had never seen such a huge rat. But then her shriek turned into laughter. Tim knew why she laughed. It was natural that she had never seen a rat crawling as slowly as a snail. Tim pulled his sword out from the sheath. "No! Let me handle the rat!" she shouted, and pulled out an arrow. The first arrow didn't hit the creature, but the second one went through the rat's body. It fell flat to the surface, red plasma-like blood staining the grass. Two gold coins the size of a doughnut also popped up from the corpse and dropped onto the ground, outside the bloodstain. "Yuck! it's uglier dead than alive," she said. Then she burst into laughter again. "A rat dropped two huge gold coins!" she exclaimed. "Their corpses usually disappear within a minute," he said. "Those gold coins will be useful if we need to buy stuff at the town." In fact, he always felt it both amazing and stupid for monsters to drop gold coins. Why on earth would monsters carry gold coins with them? "I can't understand," she said. "I should have felt very emotionally disturbed when I killed something... something alive. But I didn't get that feeling." "I think the game developer has programmed some kind of emotional shields into our characters. I remember the first time I played this kind of virtual reality game, I had the same fear. It turned out I didn't feel bad about killing the computer generated monsters or bad guys," he said. "So you're saying we've become emotionless?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Emotionless..." he repeated. He turned around and looked at her. "What?" she asked. "Nothing, never mind," he said. He replayed the incident he had earlier when he patted her on her ass during her shooting exercise. He remembered he did feel something, some kind of sensation, that made him uneasy. He also had a desire to do it again. Of course, he didn't do it again. However, if he was supposed to be emotionless, he shouldn't have had that kind of feeling. He probably wouldn't have been teasing her. He couldn't understand. He went over and picked up the two gold coins. As usual, the gold coins looked heavy but weighed almost nothing in his hand. He knew it was a feature of these games, so they could carry a lot of coins. He put them into the pocket of his armor. Deborah poked him in the back. "They're mine!" she said. "I killed that ugly rat." He took the two coins out, and looked her in the face. "Are you sure you want all the gold coins?" he asked. "Why not?" she said. "We'll be getting a lot of gold coins. You'll look like you're pregnant if you keep on stuffing them in your pockets," he said, looking at the two sundry pockets on the sides of her waist. Deborah thought for a moment. "Okay, you get to keep most of the coins, but let me keep these two. They're my first souvenir," she said. Tim gave her the two coins. She put a gold coin into each of her pockets. "Wait!" she said. "You mean you're going to carry hundreds of coins and you won't look like a balloon?" Tim struggled to hide his laughter, and said, "Yeah." Deborah saw his face. "Someone's coming!" she said, pointing behind him. Tim laughed. "I'm not going to fall into the same trap twice," he said. Deborah pulled out an arrow. "All right, do you want an arrow in your balls?" she said, making up an angry look. Tim bent down laughing, while waving his hands in a surrendering gesture. "Okay, okay. A magical pouch can hold a huge amount of coins without getting bulgy. Monsters may drop the pouch, or we can buy one in town," he said. Deborah giggled. "It's funny, they have thought of a lot of gimmicks," she said. "Watch out, Timmy boy, next time you lie to me again, you're going to have an arrow in your ass." Tim pointed behind Deborah. "Rat behind you," he said. As soon as she turned around, he patted her ass. He then dashed away before she turned back, and stood facing her. "Turn around!" she shouted, with a little blush on her face, waving her bow. "I ain't turning around," he said. "You can shoot me in the balls." "Turn around!" she raised her voice, while blushing a little more. Tim hesitated for a brief moment. There was no better solution to this scenario. He turned around and bent a little. She kicked his ass. "Don't you dare do that again," she said. "Next time it'll be an arrow." She had a tiny smile on her face when he turned back to face her. He smiled in relief. It wasn't a hard kick, and he didn't fall. If she didn't mention the arrow thing, he might make more attempts. He didn't know how serious she was about an arrow in his ass. He didn't want to find out. "Look! The ugly rat corpse is fading," she said. "Yeah, told you it won't last long," he said. "If we didn't pick up the gold coins, they would have started to vaporize in a few minutes." "Good," she said, smiling. "Now let's move on. You go first, so I can always aim at your ass." "Don't shoot more than one arrow at a time," he said, and started moving ahead. They met a few more gigantic crawling rats. Tim had a couple of chances to try his sword skills on those rats. They fell into halves even before he finished swinging his weapon. Deborah finished some of the others with her arrows. They picked up a few more gold coins. "It's just too easy," he thought, "even for practice sessions." It was then a gigantic creature showed up to their left side. It was a troll. It had to be at least ten feet tall, with green coarse skin, holding a huge club in its hand, and howling at them. Tim instinctively bounced back a few steps when he saw it. Deborah screamed, threw her bow on the ground, and jumped on her step-brother's back. "Get off my back!" he yelled. He couldn't hold on to himself when she was on his back. He couldn't even draw his sword out with her legs around his waist. He saw her bow on the ground, and yelled again, "Pick up your damn bow and shoot at the troll!" Deborah remained clinging to his back, until finally she jumped back on to the rocky trail and picked up her bow. Meanwhile, Tim had his sword in his hand and went into a defensive position. The troll stared at them, waving its club, and started moving closer. Both of them stepped back. Deborah drew an arrow from her quiver and shot at the creature. Her arrow missed as the troll took another step forward and swung its club at Tim. He instinctively swung his sword against the club. His sword flew into the air, while the troll's club was cut in half. The troll seemed bewildered by the cracking of its weapon and stopped. It then returned its attention to the unarmed Tim, raising an arm. Another twang. An arrow went straight into the giant's chest this time. It roared in pain. Tim saw his sword fall to the ground, about five feet away from him. He dashed toward the weapon, grabbing it in his hand again, and made a drive toward the monster. Twang again, a third arrow stuck the troll's face, while Tim thrust his sword all the way into the creature's stomach. The troll slowly fell onto the ground. It lay motionless on the rocky surface, with green plasma staining the ground. A green leather pouch popped up from the corpse, and landed a few feet from the stain. They were still stunned by the aftermath. Neither of them moved a finger. Several minutes later, Deborah dropped her bow onto the ground again, jumped onto Tim, threw her hands around his neck, wrapped her legs around his waist, and started puffing into his ear. Tim was not much better. His eyes were dull, his body was turgid, and his breath was as heavy as a diesel engine. After a while Tim started to regain his composure. He hugged Deborah gently and patted her back to calm her down. It took them both quite a while to get over with it. "Wow, this is no joke," she panted. "Yeah, I agree," he huffed, "It's not that this troll is extremely tough. Well, it is, at this stage of the practice session. But it's also the contrast of it against the harmless and easy rats. It shouldn't be here. It should only appear after we've passed a town or two, and have had a chance to acquire better armor and weapons. I can't understand why." Now that the panic was over, Tim started feeling the sensation of his step-sister's body on him. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest and her groin against his stomach. He felt uneasy, for he knew he was beginning to bulge. He patted her shoulder. He wanted her to get off him, and he didn't want her to know of his involuntary physical embarrassment. She got off his body and went for her bow. Before she turned away from him, he saw a little pink on her face. He wasn't sure if she knew of his hard-on. His mind was too occupied, when she got off his body, that he didn't know if she had any contact with his embarrassment. She turned to look at the gigantic corpse. "Is that the magical pouch you talked about?" she asked as she turned to him. "Yeah, do you want to keep it?" he asked, adjusting his breath. "Sure," she said, and picked up the green leather pouch. She retrieved her coins from her pockets and put them into the pouch. "Do you want me to keep your coins as well?" she asked. "Sure," he said. He got his coins out from his pockets, and handed them to her. She put the coins into the pouch, and carefully put it into her pocket. She smiled at him. "I've got all the gold, and you're broke," she said. "They may have a pawnshop in town. I can become rich if I pawn you there," he said teasingly. "Nah, I bet a warrior with an arrow in his ass will worth more," she said, and giggled. "Well, maybe I can find something to add to an archer's ass," he said, and chuckled. She blushed. "You're a dirty pig!" she said in mock disgust. Although Tim didn't mean dirty when he talked about her ass, her response reminded him of the pun meaning, and he felt uneasy again. He turned away from her so she couldn't observe his uneasiness. He looked around into the distance. After a few moments he asked, "How're you feeling now? Do you need a rest or shall we continue?" She thought for a moment. "How far away are we from the town or camp?" she asked. "I'm not sure," he said. "I can't see anything yet." "I'm hungry," she said. He laughed. "You don't feel hungry in practice session. But, okay, let's take a short break," he said. He pointed to a rock alongside the trail. "You want to sit there?" he asked. "Okay," she said, smiling. She went over and sat on the rock. Tim sat on another rock a few feet from her, and watched as the troll corpse vaporized slowly. "You're right," she said after a little while. "It's like real, everything." "Yeah. This game is very cool. Except for the stupid rats, almost everything feels a lot more real than other VR games I've played," he said. She seemed to be thinking about something. "Have you ever played these games with girls?" she asked, looking at some bushes across the trail. "No," he replied promptly. "Usually with Alan or other guys. In fact, I haven't played VR games a lot. It's goddamned expensive, you know." She turned to him and smiled at him. "Thanks for bringing me with you," she said. "Well, you're my sis," he said, smiling back, "and you're going to set me up with all your girlfriends." She giggled. "Who's going to pay for everything?" she asked, and winked at him. "You," he said, "I'm broke. You're rich." "If only gold coins could buy us real meals and movie tickets," she said, giggling. "I can either pawn you here, or when we get back," he said playfully. "I didn't know my brother was so mean and cheap," she said in mock disappointment. He grinned at her. "Me cheap and mean?" he said. "Meanie!" she said, trying to glare at him. She really couldn't hide the smile on her face, though. He wished she wasn't his step-sister. He actually had an urge to go over and kiss her. He banished his dirty thoughts and started thinking about how far a town or camp would be from them, and other strategies for dealing with the potential dangers ahead. They sat in silence for another while. "You ready now?" he asked. "Yep, let's go. You go first again," she said, smiling naughtily. "No, your turn to go first this time," he said. She giggled. "No way!" she said. "You're looking for a chance to kick my ass." "I promise I won't," he said, smiling. "Of course you won't," she said, while her face turned pink a little again. "But you're going to..." She giggled but didn't finish her sentence. "To what?" he asked, feeling a little uneasy again. "Nothing," she said, turning away from him. Tim had a very strong desire to pat her ass again, but he knew he'd better not. He was convinced he should never do it again, as he could be in a very difficult situation if he ever tried it just one more time. "Let's go, I'll let you use my ass," he said, and started moving. She giggled behind him as she followed. They moved on for the adventure ahead. ----------------------------------------------------- Continued on to Chapter 4 ----------------------------------------------------- Bingain's story Home: http://www.asstr.org/~bingain/.

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