'Pervert,' I send back as she steps away, but I create the switches all the same, increasing them slightly. My sister's eyes widen, and I can see her nipples grow taut as she gives a soft shiver that accentuates her curves. A faint gasp escapes her before she steadies herself, clearly enjoying the new sensations.
I realize these are the first switches I have ever created in my sibling. The awareness of that lingers in my mind, mixing pride, power, and something far more complicated. Around us, the alien ship hums quietly, blue light reflecting off smooth walls, while Leslie pretends not to watch us and Vage observes everything with calm, unreadable eyes.
"Has she been any help in coming up with a way to defeat the demons?" I ask out loud, nodding toward the only dressed person in the room. The question feels heavier than it should. The fate of the planet rests somewhere in the answer, and I can hear the faint hum of the ship behind my words, as if even it is waiting.
