Don't Meddle with My Family! 1 (Patreon)

Don't Meddle with My Family! - or ‘With the Power of Mind and Iron, I shall make wonders in protecting my Family!' (Don't Meddle with my Daughter!, SI!SonOfEighthWonder)

Twenty years ago, the world was blessed with what many called the Golden Age of Superheroes. And of villainous organizations.

Many young people used their powers to beat back the dangerous plans established by many of those groups, with the one that was quite relevant for a while being… the Organization known as ‘Blowjob’.

The name may be a surprise and the source of a potential misunderstanding- in truth, the group was led by a bunch of perverts and an even greater deviant such as Queen Zenovia.

Back then, most heroes were too busy to tackle this big threat, and one of the youngest heroines of that generation, Eighth Wonder, was the one that took care of that organization. Her and her future husband, BM the Shooter.

They both managed to send the organization back in the shadows, and successfully got together to form a proper family. Away from heroics, away from danger and within the normalcy they had failed to achieve for many years before becoming a couple.

From that union, two children came to be. Twins. The girl’s name is Haruka Clara, white… My name is Haruka  Eric. Our Mother, Athena, was the former Eighth Wonder, but now was a loving housewife.

Our father was a businessman that tended to go missing from time to time but… he was around during the years of my new formation. You see, I was reborn into the life of this child, and I was blessed with my father’s incredible mind-related powers.

Where my mother, and clearly my sister too, yielded some incredible Superman-like powers, I was a super-smart cookie. And I showed this from a ‘tender age’. Well, I was born with a big brain, but the interest to wield it early on came from my well-developed soul.

And my father loved to nurture this side of me. Since Clara was a mommy’s girl, I became a ‘daddy’s boy’ in the innocent meaning of the term. Science fairs, model building of huge mechs and even handling some complex hardware.

I was a very happy 5 years-old boy… until father started to get more busy and gave me a big talk as he went on being missing from time to time.

“Son, Eric, I know you will think much of my constant disappearances as me avoiding the family but… I have to do things to protect you all,” The man said, a sad look on his face that denied any possibility of him lying to me. “Which is why, I need you to be a big boy and protect your mother and sister however you can. I know you are smart and mature, so I know you will keep that promise.”

“I-I promise you, dad! I will not disappoint you!”

And up to the age of 8, things were relatively simple. I wasn’t sure what I had to protect my family from. Even with the awareness they were former heroes, Blowjob had been defunct as an organization for far longer than I have been alive in this second life.

But, then I realized it had to be something big that was away from common prediction, and that I had been relying too much on expecting old foes to be behind it. What if someone from the old organization made a new one?

After all, Eighth Wonder and BM the Shooter were not the only heroes. And I knew that something like this was fitting within the superhero world trope. With that in mind and the determination not lessening before the idea of stepping up my game, I took a few hours off from my usual toying with computers to improve them to actually build myself a super-suit.

Yes, I lacked my mother’s powers, but I had the mind to replicate those and with the massive funds I got from the won Science Fairs and other events that allowed me to score to the top, I created something that felt fitting with the situation.

An Iron-Man suit. Not just a simple one at that. Where Tony Stark would take time to develop a suit as a foundation and then improve through various marks, I created one that already solved some issues.

Documentaries from my mother’s exploits and adventures were many, but a few of those touched the awkward and unpleasant nature of the sexual deviancy from Blowjob.

The older mother would get, the more aggressive the molestation would get. There were efforts to bring down those videos, but the internet made it difficult for censorship to be properly implemented in an absolute way.

And while I was male, that didn’t exclude freaks from being interested in touching boys like me. So, I went through a binge-watch through several hours of mother having to go through various ordeals and finalized all improvements the suit needed.

By the time I was done, the ‘Wonder Iron’ Project had a Mark I to start with. And while the size may incline on me being suddenly massive, I had set special protections within that forced me to make it a bigger suit than I needed.

My first effort into heroics was to rescue some civilians from a fire. Nothing big as villains’ attacks hardly happened too frequently, so I decided against waiting for one of those to happen.

After doing a few well-planned deeds around the city, I was approached by the government. Not personally, but rather they found a way to reach me through… my father.

As I reached the rendezvous’ place and time, I was greeted by an old man with a Hawaiian shirt and shorts. His name was William Joseph Briskin, former military officer and… currently the director of the young Superhero Group ‘Birds of Freedom’.

“I want you to join us, Eric. And, if you do so, I will give you permission to help your sister once she becomes a hero too.”

The fact he ‘knew’ that it was going to happen wasn’t that concerning. My sister was such a dumbass at times that it didn’t feel wrong for her to get hooked on heroics herself.

A few years later, I, a 15 years-old boy, was indeed the ‘Greatest Hero in Japan’. Not a big claim considering that the country had experienced years of peace and most of the big hitters had either retired or had passed away.

Still, I was making lots of money, my face was on ads and merchandise, and I… have a dumb sister. Now, normally this last bit shouldn’t be bad, but it was kind of dumb was.

“Clara?”

“Yes, Eric-nii~?” The blonde girl beside me in bed stirred happily as morning came to show she had once again snuck into my bed.

“I told you to at least put on your proper sleepwear if you have to steal some cuddles from me.”

The girl awakened with a frown on her pretty face, ignoring the fact she had put on just a pink hoodie with the zip mostly down. “But I am covered.”

Cheeky brat!!

“Your tits, barely. You didn’t even put on anything down there!”

She giggled. “I have my panties on~.”

“I am kicking you out of bed. One, two-”

“Huff! Why are you always like that? It’s not like you are a pervert or something, right?”

“Says the one that tends to barely put anything on when going to bed!”

“It’s not my fault it gets so stuffy during nighttime! Plus, you don’t seem to wear much yourself.”

My jaw dropped at that implication. I was wearing a half-sleeved shirt and shorts. I was the most covered possible. So, I kicked her off the bed.

“You are such a child!” She screeched back as she stomped to the door and then… smiled as she turned to me. “Also, you are pitching a tent, Pervert-nii~.”

She closed the door behind her fast enough to dodge a pillow, leaving me to facepalm as I couldn't stop my body from reacting like this. My sister may not have mom’s big tits, but that didn’t make her ugly or something.

The thing is that she is my biological sibling and… and that was wrong! I am supposed to protect them, not trying to even contemplate naughty things with my own sister!

But as time will soon prove, the genes are at fault here and incest may be a thing in the family…

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AN

Blame Grandma for all of this.