Gladion/Lillie
contains noncon; drug use mentioned; some threats of violence but no actual violence

There was a huge party in Po Town, and everyone who was involved with Team Skull was invited. The official reason for the get-together was Guzma's 34th and a half birthday, but everyone knew it was just a throwaway excuse to hang out, get drunk, listen to loud music, and maybe get lucky with someone else on the team. Gladion found the event to be loud and distasteful, but he was already on thin ice with the gang and its leadership, and he knew that if he stubbornly refused to show up at all, it would only give them more of a reason to shun him. It wasn't like he had anything better to do that evening, so he dragged himself to the party.

The large building that served as the Team Skull headquarters had been made into the center of activity, with an enormous stereo system (certainly stolen) playing Unovan hip hop and the large foyer serving as a sort of dance hall, or mosh pit, depending on what song was playing. There were coolers with bottles and cans of beer that were rapidly being depleted, with grunts helping themselves to as much as they wanted. Gladion picked his way through the edges of the busy hall, making his presence known, but also hoping to find a quieter corner where he could brood and people-watch.

Someone offered him a beer, a grownup grunt who smelled like a distillery already. Gladion declined, and the grunt regarded him with a dismissive shrug. Clearly no one here cared that he was a minor. Most of the grunts were old enough to drink, but a handful weren't, and they weren't letting them stop them.

He came upon a long table laid out with bowls of chips, three half-finished boxes of pizza, and a gigantic bowl of neon-pink punch with a ladle resting on the edge. Hoping it would dissuade anyone else from offering him booze, Gladion grabbed a cup and spooned himself a drink. He took a sip, and immediately spat it back out. It tasted like expired cough medicine mixed with piss, and it was probably the hardest refreshment in the whole town. He quietly poured his cup back into the bowl, wondering what the chances were that he'd be able to find any sort of soft drink here.

"Don't like the punch?" a woman's voice asked from behind him. He turned around to see Plumeria, the "big sister" of the gang, a tattooed woman with pink and yellow dyed hair and a tacky amount of makeup.

"I'm too young to drink," Gladion said plainly. His tongue and lips were still burning.

"Nobody here cares," Plumeria said. "As long as you're not getting so black-out drunk that we have to cart you off to a hospital, you can do whatever you want tonight. It's a party, y'know?"

"I don't like alcohol," Gladion insisted. "It tastes like piss."

"Yeah, so?" Plumeria said. "Beer tastes crappy until you're already drunk. It's an acquired taste."

"Then I haven't acquired it," Gladion said, crossing his arms.

"Sure thing, little man. I get it. You'll grow into it, eventually. I'm just glad to see you hanging out with the crew."

Plumeria turned to her side, taking a moment to look over the small sea of grunts who filled the room. The music changed to a track with a faster tempo, and a ripple of movement went through the crowd as the mass of people danced to the beat.

"Do you dance?" Plumeria asked.

"No," Gladion said coldly.

"Me neither," Plumeria said. "Two left feet. And the DJ's taste in music is shit anyway. This isn't dancing music, this is 'beat a motherfucker up' music."

"Okay?" Gladion said, not sure what she wanted from him.

"Look dude," Plumeria said, turning back to Gladion. "I know this isn't your scene. I know you're only here so we don't think you aren't a team player. But you gotta do more than just show up and brood by the punch bowl if you're gonna be at a party."

"All right, what do you want me to do?" Gladion asked. "You guys are always going out of your way to tell me I'm not really a member, that I'm only just working for you. You haven't exactly made me feel welcome. I don't know what you want from me."

"You gotta loosen up, for starters," Plumeria said. "And maybe grow up a little. You're always trying so hard to be cool and tough that you end up just acting like a kid."

"I'm not a kid," Gladion insisted. "And I'm not just acting tough. I am tough. Apart from Guzma and maybe you, I'm the strongest pokemon trainer that Team Skull has."

"True that," Plumeria said with a sage nod. "That pokemon you've got... what's it called, Null? That thing's a beast, whatever the hell it is. Only problem is, it's stuck with a wimpy trainer like you."

"I don't need to stand here and get insulted," Gladion griped. "I'm leaving. I saw some of the guys battling pokemon over by the center. I'm going to go hang out with them."

"Hell no you ain't," Plumeria said. "None of the troops will battle you and you know it. Your pokemon is too strong and you'd throw a hissy fit if you lost anyway. So what's the point?"

"Hissy fit?" Gladion growled. "Stop acting like I'm some toddler."

"Am I getting under your skin?" Plumeria teased. "You're too easy to mess with. You should know by now I'm only fucking with you."

"Fuck you," Gladion said.

"All right, now you're just being rude," Plumeria said, unbothered. "You can't get mad at me for treating you like a kid when you're talking and acting like a kid to begin with."

"Did you actually want something?" Gladion asked with exasperation. "Or did you just come over here to make fun of me?"

"Two things, actually," Plumeria said. "For one, I was actually coming over to warn you not to drink the punch. You'll probably go blind or something. But I see you already decided you don't like it."

"Yeah, I'm not drinking any of that," Gladion said.

"Me neither," Plumeria admitted. "But for the second thing, I wanted to off you a... what'chu call it... an olive branch."

"Huh?" Gladion asked.

"See, I know you haven't been getting along with the gang. And a little bit of that is a 'you' thing. But mostly, it's an 'us' thing. We haven't exactly been the most welcoming to our edgy little blonde mercenary, and that's not how Team Skull does things. At the end of the day, everyone in this gang is here because we don't have anybody else to be with. We're supposed to be a family."

"Family...?" Gladion said, looking out over the mass of grunts who were losing themselves deeper into the music. Among the crowd he saw at least three women being aggressively groped, two separate pairs of grunts engaging in violent shouting matches with each other, a man in the middle of stealing a painting from off of a back wall, and a whole host of other minor acts of debauchery.

"Yeah, family," Plumeria said. "And you're one of us. Or you're supposed to be anyway. I feel like we owe it to you to make you feel more, y'know, welcome."

"You've got a hell of a way of doing that," Gladion remarked.

"Well you haven't let me do anything yet," Plumeria said. "I wanted to show you something upstairs."

"I'm not interested," Gladion said. "With how trashy everyone is acting down here in the open, I'm sure whatever you have in the back rooms is nothing I want any part in."

"Trashy? " Plumeria balked. "You hurt my feelings, jerk."

With a lightning-quick motion like a snake lashing out, Plumeria's hand shot out and forced its way into Gladion's pocket. He reacted with a yelp and a flinch, but before he could even move away, the woman pulled free the poke ball that held Null and raised it up above her head.

"What the fuck!" Gladion gasped. "Give him back!"

Plumeria held the ball high, standing on her tip toes and keeping it out of the boy's reach. He grabbed for it anyway, jumping in place only to find that he couldn't quite reach the ball. Realizing how foolish he looked, Gladion stopped jumping, standing in front of the taller woman as he stared daggers at her. Violent possibilities wandered through his mind, and he wondered if he could overpower Plumeria physically to take the ball back by force.

"You gonna hit me, punk?" Plumeria taunted, still holding the ball high. "I'm in no position to stop you, but you'll draw the attention of everyone in the room. And they'll definitely beat your ass if they think you just hurt me."

Gladion looked past Plumeria to see that a few of the nearest grunts had noticed their little commotion and were now watching with curiosity. Getting into a physical altercation with Plumeria would surely end badly for him.

"All right, what do you want?" Gladion demanded.

"I just wanted to show you something upstairs," Plumeria insisted. "You don't have to promise to do anything or say anything beforehand. Just let me show you, and then you can walk away if you haven't got the guts to go through with it tonight."

Gladion glared at the woman with gritted teeth, wondering if he would be able to grab Null's poke ball if he got a running start before jumping. But it seemed like a lot of effort, and he would probably just make a fool of himself trying to do it. With a sigh, he decided it was easier to just go along with whatever Plumeria was offering.

"If it's drugs," Gladion said stubbornly, "I can tell you right now that I'm not interested. I don't care if that makes me uncool or whatever. I'm not doing them."

"It's not drugs," Plumeria said with a smile. "Junkies don't last long in Team Skull. Apart from all the booze, I'd be very surprised to find any drugs here in Po Town."

"Fine then," Gladion sighed. "Go ahead and lead the way."

With her free hand, Plumeria pulled aside the collar of her black top and then stuffed Gladion's poke ball down underneath her bra. The extra lump made her look a little like she had a third breast, but she seemed confident that Gladion wouldn't snatch the thing back from such a hiding place.

"Follow me, squirt," Plumeria said, heading off in the direction of a staircase.

"Don't call me that," Gladion insisted as he followed.

The second floor was only a little quieter, the bass from the stero making the floor and walls vibrate a little. But there were fewer people up here, mainly pairs of grunts who'd decided to slink away from the main hub of activity to find quieter places to talk. Plumeria lead him through the halls of the once-luxurious building, and the grunts that they passed gave Plumeria little nods of respect, but Gladion was met with suspicious glances and mild frowns. It felt like he was being lead into a lion's den, and Gladion grew incredibly uncomfortable when they passed by a closed door with the sounds of passionate grunts and moaning coming from the other side.

"You're acting like I'm leading you to your execution," Plumeria said.

"I don't... really feel like I belong up here," Gladion said. "Even less than I belonged downstairs with all the drinking."

"Just relax," Plumeria said, "Before you blow a gasket. Your face looks red enough to be a fire pokemon."

Gladion hadn't realized he was blushing, and having it pointed out only made him flush a further shade of red. Plumeria just chuckled.

"Sorry, tiger," Plumeria said. "I'll stop making fun of you once you stop being such a tight-ass."

He wanted to retort with something mean about Plumeria's actual ass, but the insult wouldn't come together in his mind. He wasn't sure if she was vain enough that it would actually hurt her feelings, or if it would just prompt her to laugh at him again. While he tried to think of a way to regain a little of his lost pride, they came to a stop at the end of the hall where an ornate door had been defaced with painted white skull. Plumeria knocked twice and spoke loudly so that whoever was on the other side of the door could hear her over the distant thumping music.

"Yo! You decent?" Plumeria asked.

"Yeah, we're good," said a man's voice from the other side. Plumeria pushed the door open and ushered Gladion inside, closing the door behind them.

This had once been someone's bedroom, but just like the rest of the house, everything was messy and neglected. A bedside table had been pushed into corner, with a single lamp standing upon it, the shade missing. Someone had spray-painted a neon-green phallus on one wall with an illegible signature added underneath, the artist clearly proud of their original art work. A queen-sized bed sat against the wall with rumpled sheets that looked like they had once been very expensive. A pair of grunts sat on the edge of the bed, one man and one woman, the man sporting a black eye. Sitting in between them was a younger girl about Gladion's age, apparently some sort of hostage based on the fact that her mouth was covered with a strip of duct tape. She was wearing a rumpled white dress with white stockings and no shoes, and her golden blonde hair practically sparkled despite the dim lighting. She Gladion's sister, Lillie.

"The fuck happened to you?" Plumeria asked the man with the black eye. She sounded genuinely concerned for his well-being, but also ready to give him endless grief.

"Her pokemon hit me," the grunt explained. "Hurt like a sonofabitch."

"The little blue cloud thing?" Plumeria asked. "I don't think that thing couldn't hurt a Cutiefly. We've got it locked up a duffle bag in my room right now."

"It grabbed a rock," the other grunt said. "With, like, telekinesis or something. It hit him right in the face."

"Fuckin' thing could've put my eye out," the man complained. "This little girl's lucky I didn't take out my frustration on her."

Lillie cringed a little, flinching away from the man. But she made no move to escape from her position, despite not being restrained in the slightest. Clearly the threat of violence was enough to keep her docile.

"What the fuck is this?" Gladion demanded. "Why did you bring me here? What's she doing here? And give me back my pokemon!"

"Chill, kiddo," Plumeria said. "This girl's a pokemon thief. Team Skull was contracted to nab this girl and take back the pokemon she stole, and our employer doesn't care what we do with her afterward. We're gonna teach her a little lesson before we cut her loose. Get it?"

"Do you have any idea who this is?!" Gladion cried. He was about to tell the grunts that they were holding his sister hostage and explain in graphic detail what he'd to do them if she had been hurt. But he had enough sense to stop himself before giving away their relationship, afraid that they might just condemn him to share whatever fate they had in mind for Lillie, and that might make it impossible for him to get her out of here safely.

"She's just some chick," Plumeria remarked with a dismissive shrug. "I don't care who she is. I just know I was planning to give her over to Big Lenny until I spotted you in town. I figured, what the hell, I can kill two birds with one stone and give her to you instead."

"What... what are you talking about?" Gladion asked. "Give her to me? How?"

"Look, champ, quit being thick-headed. I'm giving you the opportunity to hand in your V-card. You can do anything you want with her tonight, whatever horny fantasies you've looked up on the internet while jerking your little willie. So long as she's learned her lesson by the end of it and I don't have to, like, dispose of a body or something afterward. You can go to town on her."

Lillie stared wide-eyed across the room at Gladion, shaking her head very slowly. No one else in the room seemed to notice to her reaction, their attention focused on Gladion.

"No way," Gladion said. "I am not doing that to her. Absolutely not."

"You sure, sport?" Plumeria said. "Team Skull doesn't usually make a business out of capturing girls your age. An opportunity like this isn't going to come around again."

"I'm not interested," Gladion insisted, trembling a little. "Not in the slightest. You can just... let her go."

"Oh, nah, we're not doing that," Plumeria said. "If you don't want to get nasty with her, then I'm going to hand her off to Big Lenny. I owe that guy a favor, and I'm sure as fuck not going to repay him out of my own pocket, if you get my meaning. I hear that man has a nine-inch dick."

"He's got hands the size of dinner plates," said the woman on the bed. "You know what they say about guys with big hands, right?"

"That's an urban legend," said the other grunt. "But big Lenny doesn't know his own strength. He'd probably break Plumeria in half."

"Shut up, the both of you," Plumeria snapped. "But anyway, slugger, if you're not interested in my generous gift, I'll try not to take it too personally. I'll just go get Big Lenny. You're welcome to watch him do his thing, if you're into that. Just don't take any pictures."

"Wait," Gladion said. "Don't... don't do that."

"Reconsidered the offer, then?" Plumeria asked.

"You don't have to hurt her," Gladion insisted. "It's not like she's a threat to you or anything. Just... let her go. Drop her off outside of Po Town. I'm sure she's learned her lesson."

"Nah, that's a waste," Plumeria said. "One way or another, someone's going to plow this cute little doll tonight. I wanna see it happen, and I'm not letting her go until I do."

"Jeeze, Plums," the other woman said. "I didn't know you were in to that sort of thing."

"So who's it going to be?" Plumeria asked, ignoring the grunt. "Either you do the deed, or Big Lenny makes himself an extra wide cream-filled pastry tonight. I'm giving you first dibs, so make a decision. I ain't got all night."

"I..." Gladion began, looking back and forth from Plumeria to Lillie. He considered just grabbing Lillie and making a break for it, but there was an army of grunts between him and the exit downstairs. He wasn't about to leave Null behind either, but even if he was able to get his poke ball, grab Lillie, get past Plumeria and the other two grunts... what then? He didn't want to imagine what Plumeria or the rest of Team Skull might do to him and Lillie if he failed to fight his way out. Winning a battle against the entire team was never going to happen.

Lillie stared at him, her eyes wide and her pupils dilated, her fair skin nearly as white as her dress from abject fear. She looked like she wanted to run as well, but she had even less of a chance of making it out of the building by herself than Gladion did. And surely if she tried to escape, Team Skull would only insist on making it worse for her. Plumeria was already dead set on casually violating her, and the rest of gang was prone to petty acts of violence even when everyone was sober. At best, they might just beat her half to death. And at worst... Big Lenny would probably get involved.

"I get it, small fry," Plumeria said. "You're nervous cuz this is your first time. Don't worry, everyone goes through that. I'll be here to walk you through things, if you want. Think of me as your coach."

"That... doesn't... help." Gladion said through gritted teeth.

"I think he's chicken," said the man on the bed. "I always knew he was all talk."

"I can't believe he'd turn down an opportunity like this," the woman continued. "Boys his age should be begging for their first pussy."

"Both of you shut up," Gladion snapped. "I'll do it, but... not with a room full of people."

Lillie made a surprised noise, the closest thing to a gasp she could manage through her duct taped mouth.

"You want the peanut gallery to leave?" Plumeria said. "That's fine, but I still want to watch."

"You're disgusting," Gladion spat. "Why do you want to see this?"

"I told you," Plumeria said, "think of me as your coach."

"I don't need your help," Gladion insisted. He was hoping he could convince everyone to leave him alone with Lillie so the two of them could come up with some sort of plan.

"Yeah, I think you do," Plumeria said. "And I think you're lying to me. I think you just want to chill out in this room and pretend like you two did the deed so we'll let her go. I had no idea you were such a knight in shining armor."

"It's... hard to get it up with people watching," Gladion said, quoting something he'd seen in a movie. In truth the thought of having sex with his sister was already unpleasant enough that the presence of an audience didn't even matter to him.

"All right, I give up," Plumeria sighed. "You've convinced me you're not up for this. I won't keep pressuring you. You can have your poke ball back. I'm calling Big Lenny."

She reached down into her top and pulled Gladion's poke ball free, holding it out for him to take.

"Wait," Gladion said, ignoring the ball.

"What's up, shorty?" Plumeria asked.

"I'll do it," he said. "Don't call Big Lenny, he'll... he'll probably hurt her. Like, really badly. I don't want that."

Lilly shook her head in distress, still unable to make any noise through her taped mouth.

"Kid's got balls after all," said the man on the bed. The woman sitting on the other side of Lillie nodded with approval.

"All right then," Plumeria said, putting the ball back inside her top. "You two knuckleheads get lost."

The two grunts got up from the bed, leaving Lillie sitting alone. They strode across the room, shutting the door behind them as they left, and Plumeria leaned casually against it, her arms crossed.

"Pretend like I'm not here," Plumeria said. Then the tilted her head towards Lillie, as if urging Gladion to get on with it.

Gladion walked over to the bed, his hands shaking as he stood over Lillie. She looked up at him, her eyes watery but not quite crying, and they spent a long moment staring at each other.

If I don't do this, they're going to really hurt her, Gladion thought to himself. There's no other way out of this. I just have to try and make this as quick and painless as possible.

Plumeria said nothing as she stared at the two of them. Gladion half-expected her to yell at him to hurry up, but apparently the woman was patient.

"My name's Gladion," he said, introducing himself to Lillie as if they were strangers. "And I don't want to hurt you. But if we don't do this, then Team Skull is going to... well, they can be pretty rough."

Lillie stared back at him, still unable to say anything..

"I'm not going to enjoy this," Gladion whispered, "But I'm going to pretend, so Plumeria is satisfied. So just... try to play along, I guess?"

After several long seconds of staring back at him, Lillie give him the slightest nod.

"Take off your clothes," Gladion ordered, feigning confidence. Lillie hesitated for a moment before reaching behind her back to undo a zipper.

"Good starting point," Plumeria remarked. Gladion ignored her.

Lillie's dress slid down her shoulders, revealing the white training bra she wore underneath. Gladion tried not to look at her chest, and chose to busy himself by pulling his hooded shirt up over his head. The garment came free at the same moment that Lillie's white dress fell to the ground, revealing the girl's nubile body clad in nothing but her underwear and a pair of sheer white stockings. Gladion's heart skipped a beat, and he forgot he was looking at his sister as he stared down at her flat stomach, her budding chest, and the delicate white panties that clung to her hips.

His hands fumbled at his belt so that he could remove his pants. Lillie's eyes were leveled somewhere near his hips, and he saw them go wide with surprise as the girl identified the bulge in his pants for what it was. A bit of shame washed over him, and he tried to mask it with an empty threat.

"I am going to fuck you, girl," Gladion said, his voice sounding hollow to his own ears. "And there is nothing you can do to stop me from doing it."

His belt came loose and he wasted no time, sliding down his pants and underwear in one go so he could stand before her fully naked. From behind him, he heard Plumeria make a faint hum of approval that sent a little shiver down his spine. Lillie, for her part, just stared up at him, doing an excellent job of feigning fear and obedience. Or maybe she didn't need to feign it.

Not sure what to do with himself or with his freed member, Gladion grabed his dick as if he was preparing to jerk off, before giving Lillie another order.

"Get on to the bed and spread your legs."

Lillie complied, climbing up near the head of the queen-sized bed, laying down with her silky blonde hair splayed out behind her, her legs propped up and her crotch presented to Gladion. Her face was beet-red, and she seemed unwilling to look at him anymore.

"Good girl," Gladion said, still faking confidence. But he was struggling to maintain his bravado and he could still feel Plumera's eyes boring into him. He climbed onto the foot of the bed, getting onto his knees and kneeling down by Lillie's feet. He knew what he had to do next, but he had no idea quite how to position himself to get on top of her. And she was still wearing her underwear...

"Uh... strip," Gladion said. "The underwear and the, uh, bra."

Lillie locked eyes with him again, somehow blushing even deeper, before reaching down to the hem of her insubstantial bra so that she could pull it off. Gladion instinctively averted his eyes, not wanted to see his sister's bare chest, but as he heard the swishing sound of fabric from her legs sliding past each other, he couldn't help but look back at her just in time to see Lillie's panties slide down her hips, revealing her pristine slit with the thin tuft of blonde hair above it. Getting his first real sight of pussy made him again forget that he was looking at his sister, and as she returned her legs to their previous, spread position, he felt a little bead of precum forming at the tip of his excited manhood.

Not sure what to do with himself or the girl in bed with him, Gladion shimmied closer to her, still kneeling, until he was positioned right between her legs. He reached a tentative hand for the girl's crotch, and he heard her inhale sharply through her nose as she anticipated his touch. He made contact with two fingers, gently prodding Lillie's lower lips like he was handling the world's most delicate object. Her skin was hot and soft, and she flinched as he ran his index finger up her slit, not sure if the reaction was a good thing or a bad thing.

"This doesn't hurt, does it?" Gladion asked. Lillie was still trembling a little, but she didn't seem to be in any serious discomfort, and after several seconds she shook her head no.

"Are you just going to play with her?" Plumeria asked. She sounded a little annoyed.

"I haven't done this before," Gladion said. "I'm just... going at my own pace."

"She's a girl, not an antique," Plumeria remarked. "I thought you were going to fuck her. Or do I have to show you how?"

"Shut the fuck up," Gladion hissed. "You're the one who wanted to watch." Plumeria said nothing, apparently quelled for the moment.

Lillie's little opening seemed far too tight to accommodate something as thick as Gladion's shaft. To him it didn't make any more sense than trying to stick it up her nose. Still, he knew enough to know that Lillie's tight canal was designed by nature to have a penis go inside of it. He figured it would just have to stretch. He stuck one finger into her, down to the second knuckle, and Lillie's pussy squeezed gently around him. It didn't take much imagination to picture this tight opening gripping around his dick.

"I don't know if you're ready," Gladion said. "I don't think there's any such thing as 'ready' for... this. So I'm just going to do it."

He pulled his finger free and edged closer to Lillie, climbing on top of her while propping up his weight with one arm, his other hand being used to help steer his cock into position. He could hear Lillie inhale sharply, the girl's whole body going tense.

"Relax," he whispered. "I know this is hard but... I'm not going to hurt you."

The tip of his penis made contact, gently spreading the girl's outer lips apart. He could feel the searing heat coming off of her skin, contrasting sharply against the cool air of the messy house. Lillie stared down her body towards her crotch, he face an expression of abject shock, and Gladion couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye. Instead he focused on her body, his eyes drinking in her modest chest and her adorable tummy. While he was distracting himself, he pushed himself gently into her, feeling her entrance clench tight against the intruder, the warm and tense muscles sending a wonderful sensation into his pick.

The two of them laid like that for a while, Gladion terrified to push further into her, Lillie a hyperventilating bundle of nerves. He wanted to take the tape off of her mouth so she could breathe a little better, but he was sure his heart would break if he heard her ask him to stop. And now that they'd come this far, he doubted Plumeria would let him just walk away, at least not without letting Lillie suffer some brutalization on the part of Team Skull.

His hips were starting to cramp up, and he couldn't hold this position forever. He would need to either push forward or give up now, and he wasn't about to back down. Trying to go as gently as he could, he sank himself another inch or two into Lillie's cunt, the girl's body accepting him with protest. He could hear a little whine coming from Lillie, but he forced himself to ignore it as he gently forced his way in. Her pussy squeezed tight around him, the girl's body unwilling to relax as he speared her with as little force as he could manage.

He pulled back, Lillie's entrance clinging to him desperately, and he slipped all of the way out of her by accident. He expected to see blood or some other horror, but Lillie was fine, despite the girl's muted protests. This seemed like a good sign, so he lined himself up to penetrate her again.

"I'll make it quick," he assured her. She still couldn't answer him.

Once again his manhood split her open and Lillie's body tensed up uncomfortably, reluctantly accepting him as Gladion's cock sank deeper inside her. She was as hot and tight as before, her hole feeling a little wet and less reluctant, allowing Gladion a smoother passage as she was violated. He stopped when he met a bit more resistance, not wanting to push Lillie too hard, instead pulling out so he could thrust into her gently again. Only about half his dick was making it inside her, and he dared not try and go in any deeper.

It was hard not to look at Lillie while he fucked her, but the shame of what he was doing to his sister made it even harder to lock eyes with the girl. He tried to focus on anything else as he gently thrust his hips in and out of her, and he heard the sound of swishing fabric coming from behind him. Plumeria's hands were in her own pants, the woman casually masturbating while watching the two of them fuck. He couldn't decide which was worse to focus on; having sex with his sister, or Plumeria watching them doing it.

With each thrust he sank a little deeper into Lillie, her inexperienced hole gently stretching itself until it could handle him fully. The rest of her body was still tense and her face was still flushed red, but Gladion was able to thrust into her deep enough and hard enough to make their hips slap together. Plumeria made an approving noise behind them.

"Atta boy," Plumeria said, "That's how you do it." Gladion was too lost in the moment to tell her to go fuck herself. It seemed unnecessary anyway.

As Lillie's body squeezed tightly around him, Gladion felt the ending approaching, and his deperate cock stiffened further. Her hot, tight hole urged him tantalizingly to spill his seed inside of her, and every instinct in his body told him to sink his hips into her as deep as he could and blow a fat load inside her, filling her womb to the brim with his virile young seed. But he wouldn't dare cum inside of her, silently promising Lillie that he would pull out and finish all over her chest or something. But just as he was assuring himself of this fact, there was a faint ripping sound as Lillie's mouth finally pulled free of the duct tape that had been silencing her.

"I'm cumming...!" she groaned, and Gladion could see the tense muscles in her abdomen clenching and convulsing as she lost herself in a wave of pleasure. Her pussy squeezed him rhythmicly, urging him to release himself, and suddenly he lost all control as well.

His dick buried deep within his sister, Gladion came hard, shooting out a thick jet of cum that spattered right into the deepest part of her pussy. Grunting like a mindless animal, some part of his mind screamed with alarm that he needed to stop, that he needed to pull out. But his body was moving on its own, his hips pounding into Lillie as he forced his throbbing manhood as deep as it could reach. Her body milked him, taking away any sense of control he has as he spurted and spurted, losing himself as she forced him to empty his balls inside of her.

The both started to come down as he felt little aftershocks of pleasure rock his body, Lillie's sticky hole gradefully accepting the last of his jizz as it dribbled out of her brother's cock. His hips went still, and he fell on top of her, both of them gasping and trying to catch their breath.

"Should've expected you'd be a quick-shot," Plumeria said with disappointment. "But that was still pretty good, for a first time. I didn't expect her to enjoy it too."

"I... came inside you," Gladion said to Lillie with disbelief.

"Y...yeah," Lillie replied, her voice a little shaky. "It's... it's fine, I know you didn't want to do this..."

The unmistakable sound of duct tape being unrolled rang out through the room, and Plumeria strode over to the bed to silence Lillie again. Once the girl's mouth was duct taped again, she nudged Gladion gently on the shoulder.

"Hey, get off," she said. Gladion complied, rolling over onto his back, his rapidly softening member plopping onto himself.

"You're gonna let her go now, right?" Gladion asked.

"Yeah, she's good," Plumeria said. "I'll give her a bit to cool off and get dressed, then I'll escort her out of Po Town. Just to make sure none of the other guys mess with her."

"This is so fucked up," Gladion said. "I can't believe you made me do that."

"Made you?" Plumeria balked. "I let you do that. And if you aren't grateful, I could still let Big Lenny to have his way with her. I don't think he minds sloppy seconds."

Lillie let out a muffled gasp from behind her duct taped mouth.

"Don't you dare," Gladion said. "Let her go, right now."

"Fine, fine..." Plumeria said. "And by the way, you're welcome."

"What do you mean you're welcome?" Gladion demanded.

"You're welcome for getting you laid, duh!" Plumeria chuckled, sounding pleased with herself. "I was hoping once you'd properly nutted for the first time, you might actually chill out for once. Maybe I was wrong. Or were you hoping it might be with someone a little older than you? I know Lizzie said you were super cute, and not in like, a platonic way."

"I don't want to have sex with any member of Team Skull," Gladion said. "Not now, not ever."

"Oh, you like girls your own age, then? That's a shame, I was kind of impressed by your effort here. I was thinking about offering you the Plumeria special once you've had a little time to recover. But if you're not up for it, I understand."

Gladion cringed. "I am not interested. Not with you."

Plumeria sighed. "It's probably for the best. But anyway, get dressed. I'm tired of looking at your little wiener."

Gladion slid off the side of the bed, awkwardly picking up his clothes so he could make himself decent again. "You're going to make sure she gets out of here okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I promise," Plumeria said. "If I come across Big Lenny I'll tell him he has to look for pussy somewhere else. He can get mad at me if he wants, I don't care."

"And my poke ball," Gladion insisted. "Give me back Null."

"Oh yeah, sorry," Plumeria said, seeming to have forgotten about the ball still stuck under her bra. She pulled it free and handed it off to Gladion, who accepted it gingerly like it was covered in toxic waste. Then Plumeria picked up Lillie's dress from the floor and threw it onto the girl. Lillie was too surprised to catch it, allowing the garment to hit her in the face.

"Get dressed, bitch," Plumeria said. "I'm gonna go find where those numbskulls put your shoes. Then you're out of here. And if we see you anywhere near Po Town again, I'm gonna see to it that your other v-card gets punched. You understand me?"

Lillie made a muffled noise of ascent.

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Pub: 10 Oct 2023 08:07 UTC

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