The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kyle heard the car pull up in the driveway. “They’re here,” he called to Mom, and headed out to the living room. She joined him a minute later, then stepped out on the porch, and he followed.

“Bill,” she smiled and stepped to him to give him a hug when he got out of the driver’s side.

Kayla got out of the passenger’s side, and she—

Wow! Well, okay, she was wearing a men’s shirt tied off beneath her breasts. Kyle knew he had never seen her expose that much tummy before, not even in a swimsuit. University must be, ah, broadening her horizons, he guessed.

Mom was finishing her hug with Uncle Bill and stepping back, when Kayla stepped around the car, and—

Wow! Okay, she was wearing four-inch stiletto heels. Even for high school graduation, she only wore little two-inch heels. Practical, that was Kyle’s sister—not the stiletto kind of gal. He certainly hadn’t picked up on that over the phone—Mom either—but she must be getting really broadened at school!

“I went ahead and drove, to give Kayla a break,” Bill commented as he stepped to the trunk and popped it. Then he and Kyle carried the luggage in. Kyle noticed Mom studying the way Kayla was dressed, and she looked as surprised as he did. And not terribly happy about it.

Bill set his bags in the guest room, and Kyle set Kayla’s in her old room, then they all met back in the kitchen to catch up on things.

Uncle Bill was getting over Monica’s betrayal and sort of putting it behind him. Kayla had been a big help with all that, he thanked Mom, and Kayla glowed a little beside him. Mom started to bring up the topic of divorce again, but Bill diverted from that by pointing out that Kayla had nearly aced every final.

“Yeah, that’s not news,” Kyle informed him, “She always does that.”

“How long can you stay with us?” Mom asked Uncle Bill.

Bill shrugged. “We’d talked about a couple weeks.”

“You know we’d love you to stay the whole summer,” Mom smiled. “When do your classes start back in the fall?”

He turned to Kayla and laid his hand on her knee, squeezing a little. “Hey hon, go get my datebook out of the luggage, would you?”

“Sure,” Kayla bounced up and flounced to the guest bedroom.

Kyle was a little impressed, seeing his sister stoop to responding to “hon” and then running off on an errand in response. He was going to have to try that himself with her.

Mom and Bill were chatting about the new flower garden she put in at the front of the house when Kayla flounced back and handed the datebook to Bill.

He flipped it open, and Mom and he started talking about dates and how long he might be able to stay.

“Hey hon,” Kyle tried on Kayla in a side discussion, “I sure could use my cellphone. Go and bring it from my dresser, would you?”

“Bite me, Kyle,” she informed him what she thought of that request.

Maybe you had to squeeze the knee to get her to obey? Though it was more likely she’d just sever that hand at the wrist if he tried that.

Back to Bill’s and Mom’s conversation, they were deciding that he might be able to stay until mid-August, though he didn’t want to commit to that yet. He flipped the datebook closed and handed it toward Kayla. “Here you go, hon. Thanks.”

Kayla bounced up again and took it. “Sure thing, Bill,” she smiled and flounced back to the guest room.

Yeah ... Kyle needed to figure out how Bill was getting her to respond like that.

They all chatted for about another hour, then Mom started preparing dinner. She was planning a roast, with corn and potatoes, to celebrate Kayla’s and Uncle Bill’s arrival. Kyle went to the den, flipped on the television and found a movie on cable, while Kayla hung her and Bill’s clothes up back in their bedrooms.

Bill wandered into the den with Kyle after a few minutes and sat on the other end of the couch, paying half attention to the movie on TV.

When Kayla came back in the den, Bill smiled at her and patted his knee. She gave a little shake of her head. Then he patted his knee again. She flicked her eyes at Kyle, then looked back at Bill. After a moment, he gave his knee another little pat.

Kyle was pretending to be absorbed in the movie while he paid attention to all of this out of the corner of his eyes.

Bill reached out to pull Kayla to the sofa. She sat down between Bill and Kyle, much closer to Bill. Then she sighed.

Kyle continued pretending like he was rapt with the movie, but she seemed to just sort of sit there without doing anything. Then she shivered, gave a little muffled squeak, and breathed heavily for several breaths.

What ... was going on?

Kyle glanced from the movie over to her, and she was leaned back on the sofa, almost sprawled, with a faint smile at her lips. And her eyes half-lidded.

Bill patted his knee again. She shrugged, then stood and sat on his knee, wrapping her hands over his shoulders.

Then they just sat there several minutes. Kyle’s ... 19-year-old twin sister sitting on her uncle’s knee with her arms around his neck. Her breathing relaxed now, gazing at his face while he watched the movie.

Right in front of her twin brother. Knowing full well that he’d use this as ammunition to taunt her mercilessly later.

Because 19-year-old women do not sit on their uncle’s knee, right?

Especially this 19-year-old woman. Kayla didn’t sit on anyone’s knee—ever—as far as Kyle knew.

But here she was sitting contentedly on Uncle Bill’s ...

She stayed parked like that for a while, until they heard Mom closing cabinets in the kitchen. Kayla hopped off Uncle Bill’s knee and sat back between the two men on the couch just as Mom came in.

“Roast is in the oven,” Mom clapped her hands. “Now, what would you like for dessert? Pudding or pie?”

Kayla and Bill were both deferential, but Kyle put his vote in, “Pie! Definitely cherry pie!”

“Cherry pie it is, then,” Mom smiled and nodded, then headed back into the kitchen.

After a couple minutes, when they heard Mom busy in the kitchen and not coming back for anything, Bill patted his knee again. Kayla stood up and sat down again on his knee and draped her arms around his shoulders.

Kyle kept his eyes mostly on the television, but—what the hell?!

“I can’t,” Kayla whispered, barely audible, a couple minutes later.

Kyle kept his eyes on the movie, but his attention was actually on them.

“I can’t, not here,” she whispered, just as quietly.

Bill set his hand on her bare knee and lightly squeezed.

“Bill ... we can’t ...”

Then she sighed. And just sat there quietly on Bill’s knee for several breaths, until—

She shivered. And a tiny moan barely squeaked out her throat. And she wriggled her butt slowly on Uncle Bill’s knee.

After a few moments she leaned her head on Bill’s shoulder while her breathing returned to normal.

Then, after a minute, she lifted her head back up and pressed her lips against Bill’s.

Kayla. Goody-two-shoes Kayla. Kissing her uncle. On the lips. In front of her twin brother. That she knew would never ever let her live this down ...

Kyle really wasn’t doing much tracking the plot of the film on television. What was happening beside him was far more interesting ...

He risked looking away from the TV and glanced at them.

Lips pressed together. Smooching.

Nothing unforgivable, he guessed. Not exactly a forbidden crime against nature—unless you count Kayla kissing in public. But ...

Ew.

He looked back at the TV while they continued trading smooches.

After couple minutes, Kayla took a deep breath and sighed it back out again. Then just sat there quietly some moments, lips still pressed to Bill’s, until she shivered and maybe moaned slightly into Bill’s mouth.

She sagged more against him then, wrapping her arms more tightly around his neck, and ...

They obviously started trading tongue then.

The way their jaws were moving, they were conducting a little tongue-ballet in there ...

Kyle needed to check Kayla’s room, he decided then and there, to see if there was evidence of a people-pod from the alien that had taken over his sister’s body.

Eyes on the screen, keep his eyes on the TV screen, he told himself—while his sister makes out with her uncle using deep tongue ...

A few minutes later, Kayla stood up off Bill’s knee. “The movie’s been good,” she said without looking at her brother, “but I’m tired from the drive here. I think I’m going to go take a quick nap while dinner cooks.” And she headed back to her bedroom.

“Yeah, me too, sport,” Uncle Bill stood off the sofa and yawned. “I’m going to go take a quick nap too.” And he headed back to the guest bedroom.

That was just ... bizarre.

If you’d have told him Kayla would make out in front of anyone—let alone her annoying twin brother!—Kyle would have laughed in your face.

He let the movie run in the background while he considered if his sister had had a stroke or something.

After a while, Mom came in and gestured at the empty spots on the sofa. “Oh, they were both tired from the drive in, so went back to lay down until dinner.” She nodded, then sat down on the other end of the sofa.

Yeah, see, Kyle wasn’t going to mention anything to Mom yet about Kayla. He’d see if he could figure out what was going on—maybe there was a valid explanation—before pulling the pin on the grenade by telling Mom.

Dinnertime came around before he’d figured anything out, and dinner itself was delicious—Mom was a great cook! Afterward, he hurried back before helping with the dishes to catch Kayla as she was going into her bedroom. “Hey, hey, hold up,” he said softly.

She was already red-faced when she turned around to him.

“So ... what’s up?”

“What,” she awkwardly touched her hand to the side of her head, “do you mean?”

“The swapping spit? With Uncle Bill?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Kyle.”

He turned up the level of annoying to prod some answer out of her, “I mean, those must have been some pretty hot weeks you’ve been spending at his place? With the luuuuuuv-uncle?”

“I said, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Uhm, okay,” he shrugged. If she really didn’t want to talk about it, they wouldn’t. Kayla and he didn’t actually try their best to annoy each other—not for years, anyway—it was just schtick to joke about.

“Thanks, Kyle,” she stepped in her room and closed the door.

He headed out to the kitchen to help with the dishes ...

Bill sat in the easy-chair by Mom’s end of the sofa while they watched TV, and they talked quietly about plans now, about divorcing his sleazy wife and so on. Kayla came out to join them after an hour or two, and they all finished up the night chatting with the TV on in the background.

“I hate that he has to go through with a divorce,” Mom shared quietly as Kyle helped her close up for the evening after the other two had gone back to bed, “God knows we know how ugly that can get. But I think he’s finally ready to brace and do it. I’m ... actually proud of him.“

“Me too, Mom.”

“Proud of you too,” she ruffled his hair. “How did I get two such wonderful kids? Thanks for helping to entertain Bill, and for not getting into an argument with your sister.”

“Sure, Mom.”

She pecked him on the cheek and headed back to her bedroom.

Kayla and Uncle Bill both slept a bit late the next morning.

When Kyle got up, he planted his butt on the sofa and turned on the television in the background. This was summer session at college, and he did not have to take any classes this summer, so he was enjoying himself.

Mom came in from the kitchen carrying her keys. “Hey, can you tell the sleepyheads when they get up that I ran out to the store. I’ll probably be an hour or two, Kyle.”

“Sure, Mom.”

“Look after things while I’m out?”

“Everything will be perfectly safe while I’m on duty, ma’am,” he vowed.

She gave him a sincere smile, though, “I know it will.”

He stayed on duty—making sure no alien attacks occurred here—while watching an aliens-attack film on TV.

Bill and Kayla wandered out together a few minutes later. “Mom ran out to the store to pick up some groceries,” he passed the message.

“Ah, that sounds good,” Bill said, sitting down on Mom’s side of the sofa. “Hey, go get me some coffee, babe?”

“Sure, Da—sure, Uncle Bill.” Kayla headed out to the kitchen. She came back a minute later and handed a cup of coffee to Bill, then sat down straddling his thigh and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Uhhh ... again with the Kayla weirdness ...

They, ahh ... started kissing.

Kayla—never—this was not like her—to—

“You shouldn’t be watching, Kyle,” Kayla whispered as she broke a kiss, and he realized that he had been staring. “Go back—go back to your room.“

“Uhh ... okay.” If it had been just her, he would have told her to go back to her own room. But he wanted to be, ehr, respectful to Uncle Bill.

“No, hang on a second, Kyle,” Uncle Bill told him. He and Kayla had gazes locked, eyes a few inches from each other.

“Hungh-ungh ...” Kayla whined softly, shaking her head faintly, without breaking eye contact with Bill.

Then she gave a long sigh, lowered her eyes, and sat there, unmoving. Breathing fine, but like she was ... disengaged for the moment. Of course, Uncle Bill was just sitting there quietly too, eyes cast down like he was concentrating on something.

Then she suddenly took in a deep breath and gave a whole-body shiver while she let out a little moan. Then leaned forward into him to hug him tight as a second moan slipped out of her.

Wow. That looked like it had been a ... quite pleasurable shiver.

“Kayla? Are you all right?” Kyle wasn’t sure about this, and he was supposed to be looking after things while Mom was out.

“Oh, yeah!” Kayla gushed, holding tightly to Uncle Bill.

Then she just stayed there, draped on her uncle’s side, hugging him, breathing onto his neck.

“As a matter of fact, snookums,” Bill said after a minute, and she brought her eyes languidly up to his, “tell your brother that you love him.”

“We don’t,” she breathed, “we don’t do that, Uncle Bill. Our family ... we don’t ...”

She sighed, lowered her eyes and disengaged again, just sitting there, breathing quietly.

“Kayla and I have never really said that to each other very much, Uncle Bill,” Kyle agreed with his sister.

But Bill was just sitting there, like he was concentrating on something.

Some seconds passed, then—

“Shit!” Kayla gasped as she shivered fiercely. “Ohgod! Ohgod! Ohfuuuck!” She leaned to Bill, burying her face at his neck, arms around him, squeezing him tightly, grinding her hips a couple times, his thigh pinned between them, like she was trying to give a little scratch through her skirt to the tip of her pelvis.

She shuddered several more times, then relaxed back to boneless, draped over her uncle.

What the hell was going on here?!

“I love you, Kyle,” she breathed, her voice laden with contentment.

Uncle Bill was looking at Kyle.

“Uh ... I love you too, Kayla?”

Bill looked back to her and patted her head. “That’s a good girl, Kayla.”

A few minutes later, he rolled her boneless body to the side, off him, so she draped on the sofa.

“I love you, Kyle,” she breathed again.

“Uh ... ditto.”

Bill seemed to get interested in the alien invasion movie too, and the three of them—Kyle, Kayla and Bill—were there, sitting on the couch, when Mom got back from the store. “Well, you three look like you’re having a good time together,” she grinned when she saw them.

Kyle hopped up to help carry in the groceries.

Mom came back out to the garage while he was grabbing several bags of food out of the trunk. “Are we sure,” he asked her, “that that’s really Kayla in there on the couch? And not a pod-thing that just looks like her? Because she’s been acting a little strange ...”

Mom tilted her head slightly, like she was wondering where this was coming from.

“And Uncle Bill,” he continued, “How sure are we that he hasn’t meddled where man has no business meddling, acquiring dark powers far beyond what any human should—”

“What were you guys watching on TV? A couple minutes ago?”

“A film about ... alien pod people. But—”

She arched an eyebrow like that explained his questions: pod people movie leads to pod people speculation. “Hmm?”

Still ... Kayla was acting a little weird! He wasn’t imagining all of this!

“You said Kayla’s been acting strange,” she pulled a couple bags from the trunk. “How so?”

Oh, you know, making out with her uncle on the couch. Right in front of her brother.

Telling her brother she loved him. They were twins. They poked each other in the eye, they didn’t say, I love you. He meant, they did—love each other. But—you don’t say that.

Mom was still looking at him.

He kept his actual answer a little tame. “She was dressed a little unusually yesterday.“

“That was quite the outfit for her.” She shrugged while holding the grocery bags. “I suspect it’s just being away at college, trying new things. But ... I’m probably going to have a talk with her about that.“

“That’s good,” he nodded solemnly. “If she grows tentacles and starts devouring you, yell, so I can clear out of the house real fast.”

“And let her devour me?” she asked with a lopsided grin.

“Sometimes you just have to cut your losses, Mom. Pod people are scary.”

“Thanks, hon. And I’m an acceptable loss?” she grinned. Then she carried her bags in while he followed her with his.

He helped Mom put the groceries away. Then the four of them had a good lunch, all of them eating and joking, and he was able to put the whole “mysterious behavior” thing out of his mind.

After lunch, Kyle sat on the sofa and found another movie on TV.

Definitely not an alien invasion movie! No more of those for a while. This one was some comedy, though it wasn’t really very funny.

Uncle Bill came and sat on the other end of the couch and watched the show for a few minutes too.

“Kyle, how did you,” he turned to him during a commercial, “take your parents’ divorce?”

Kyle gave a chuckle that had about as much humor as the movie they were watching. “How do you take something like that? It happens.“

“You were ... sixteen when it happened?”

“Yeah. Dad just decides he’s fallen out of love with Mom. And he wants to run off with the girl that used to babysit us—Kayla and me.”

The TV went on to the next commercial.

“I mean, she was closer to his kids’ ages than to his. It would be more believable if I were dating her than Asshole.“

Bill nodded his head. One ad yielded to the next on television.

“How did Jennifer hold up through that?”

“She held up great! The Piece of Shit collapsed in on himself—couldn’t take becoming a middle-aged adult—but Mom held up strong enough for both of them.”

“You stayed with your mom?”

“Of course I stayed with her. She’s the adult human being. I’d have been stupid to go live with Mr. Asshole.”

“I’m picking up a theme in your names for him—you don’t have a very good opinion of your dad.”

“If you want to call him my dad. I don’t. Not anymore. But you have assholes. And then below that you have the feces that comes out of assholes. And then below that you have the deadly bacteria that live in the feces. And thennnn below that you have that guy. Mr. Asshole. The guy that jilted my mom.” Kyle looked at him. “So I wouldn’t say that’s too bad an opinion of him. I do rank him above ... some horrible brain-eating fungus or virus or something like that.“

Bill looked at the TV. “Sorry you had to go through that. And really sorry Jennifer did. I was ... caught up in problems with my own marriage, and didn’t realize it was that bad for her, for you guys. I’m sorry I didn’t help more.“

“You’re going to divorce Aunt Monica?” Kyle asked, without looking away from the TV.

“That’s what I told your mom.”

“Good.” He took a deep breath and sighed it back out. “She treats you as badly as Mr. Asshole treated Mom.”

“All things shall right themselves.”

Kyle looked at him. “That’s pretty poetic. Do you have anything specific in mind?”

“I’ll talk more about it with you later. Meanwhile ... this is a really unfunny comedy. Why don’t we change the channel and take another random roll of the TV schedule.“

Kyle pointed the remote and flipped them to something else, a fantasy movie. It was a pretty good one, though. They’d missed the beginning, but Bill and he watched it for a while.

Kayla wandered in to the den and looked at her brother. Keeping eye contact, she walked over to them, straddled Bill’s thigh again, then broke eye contact to give her uncle a kiss.

Like she got a little pleasure out of kissing him right in front of her brother.

Just ... bizarre ...

Kyle watched the movie while the other two made out for a while.

They’d better be more careful, he thought. If Mom caught them ... well, they absolutely would never kiss each other again.

His mind tumbled further down that path before he was able to stop it.

He didn’t think that ... things would ever be the same between Kayla and Mom again if that happened. He knew they wouldn’t be between Mom and Uncle Bill. Bill would be thrown out on his ass and never allowed within 100 yards of any of them again.

But he thought Mom would be so disappointed in Kayla—that she’d raised her better than that, and for her to go and do something ... something so ...

“Uh, you guys better be careful not to let Mom catch you doing that,” he whispered to them.

He ... really didn’t want Mom to be hurt like that. Her own daughter and her brother ...

Mom would take that very badly.

Bill broke the kissing and whispered something to Kayla in her far ear, that Kyle didn’t catch. Kayla leaned back and looked at him. “No ...” she said in a small, faint whisper, “we don’t ... do things like that ...”

Bill leaned back against the back of the sofa, pulling Kayla with him, so she was leaning with her head against his shoulder.

“Bill...” she sighed, then disengaged, just sitting there against Bill.

Kyle looked at Bill, and he had his eyes down and to the right, concentrating.

They were both just quiet for several seconds.

Then Kayla gasped and arched her back, tilting her head back and letting a moan leak out of her.

She leaned forward again, tired—exhausted, even—and draped on Bill, resting her head at his shoulder.

“Oh ... Gawwwwd,” she whispered and shuddered. “I love you, Uncle Bill ...”

“I love you too, snookums,” he patted her head.

Kyle shook his head and looked back at the movie. Bizarre. Just ... utterly bizarre ...

“I love you, Kyle,” she breathed.

“Ditto,” he answered back after a second. Her saying that was just—he meant they did. Love each other. They just didn’t say it. Not out loud. Not ever.

Until now, apparently.

A minute later, she stirred, and leaned toward him. “Kyle,” she whispered. She gestured with her finger for him to lean closer to her.

He did.

Suddenly, she pressed her lips to his, and ... kissed!

“Eww, Kayla!” he snapped back, “What are you doing?!”

She shrugged.

“We don’t do that! We’re not a kiss-on-the-lips family!“

“Well, it wasn’t any more pleasant for me, twin brother!” she snapped back.

“Then why did you do it?!“

Bill was just chuckling, and patted Kayla on the head.

They went back to making out a couple minutes, then Bill whispered something in her far ear again.

“Oh, no,” she leaned back to meet his eye and whispered, “don’t do that ...”

He started to pull her head toward his chest, but she pushed a hand back against him to continue meeting his eye. “I don’t want to like that!” she whispered harshly.

“Kayla ...” he whispered warningly.

“But I don’ wannnna ... like that! I don’ ... wanna ... don’ wanna ... like that, please don’ make me ... like that ...” She wriggled on his thigh.

She let her head be pulled to his shoulder, sighed, and went quiet. Bill was doing his “usual” concentration thing.

A minute passed.

Then sound started gushing out of her mouth again, “Ohhhhhh ... gawwwwwd!” she brayed. “Ohfuck! Ohfuck! Ohfuck! Oh .... gawwwwd!”

She was shivering. And looking like she was having a ... hell of a good time ...

“Ohgodyeahhhhhh!” she bucked her hips on his thigh.

“God, Bill! God, Bill! God, Bill!” she sighed as the shivers seemed to calm down some.

“You ... pervert!” she grinned. “I didn’t want to like that. You ... filthy ...“

He kissed her, and she settled into necking with him some more.

Yeah, had Kyle mentioned “bizarre” yet? He had? Then quadruple that. Quadruple-bizarre.

He went back to the movie while Uncle Bill and his twin sister made out some more.

“Just don’t let Mom catch you,” he warned again without looking at them.

After a few minutes of sharing saliva, Bill reached down to pat Kayla’s ass. “Why don’t you go get dressed, babe?”

“Sure, Daddy,” Kayla breathed with a grin. Then she popped up, spun around, and flounced back toward her bedroom.

Daddy?! Had she just called him “Daddy”?!

“Ha!” Bill chuckled beside him. “You should have seen your two faces when she kissed you.”

“Well, we don’t normally do that,” Kyle informed him without bothering to look at him. “I have no idea what’s gotten into her! She and I don’t ... kiss! She’ll elbow me in the ribs, and I’ll play-punch her shoulder, but we never kiss! It’s like—unholy against nature or something ...“

“I’m afraid I just fucked things up for you, then.”

Kyle looked at him. He was grinning. “What do you mean?”

“Well, she got this aghast look on her face as much as you when I had her smooch you. Actually, it was hilarious. It was like you both took a huge bite of rotten stewed cabbage at the exact same time!”

He held up his hand. “Nothing against stewed cabbage, but I don’t like it. And it’s my go-to image for having to eat something you really don’t like.

“Anyway, you overheard that little conversation Kayla and I had the last time I popped her cork?”

“Just now, you mean?”

“Yeah,” he grinned, “she had the same reaction as you: ewwwwww! Kissing my brother! Ewwwww!

“So I told her she should love kissing her twin brother.“

“Eww,” Kyle muttered.

“Yeah, so she put up a little mock-fight about it. You heard her say she doesn’t want to like it? She does, underneath—I can tell. But she had to pretend like it disgusted her to kiss you, and that she didn’t want to love to kiss you.“

“Uncle Bill, you’re not making any sense whatsoever.”

“It will. Give it a couple days. So she went through the motions, pretending she didn’t want to love kissing you. Then you saw me pop her cork, and now ...”

Kyle had a bad feeling about this ...

He gave a big swallow. “And now?”

“Well, you’re going to have to get used to a few smooches from her. It’s one of her favorite things to do now.”

That ... couldn’t ... be ...

“She does love you, you know, Kyle.”

“I know she does. We both ‘love’ each other. But until now she’s been polite enough to never speak of it.”

Bill shrugged. “Well, get used to a little more bubbly twin sister.”

Said twin sister wandered back into the den then, wearing an outfit showing way too much skin for any twin sister, and for Kyle’s in particular.

He had to admit that her opinions on things had been changed from how they used to be ...

“Ready to go get some ingredients, Daddy.”

Again with the “Daddy” stuff?

Bill stood up and she kissed him a few seconds. With tongue, obviously.

“I love you, Kyle,” she looked around at Kyle afterward and breathed.

“Ditto.” A nice, safe word. Especially when love is being professed.

“Kayla and I are going to go out and do a little shopping,” Bill explained. “We’ll be back before dinner. Can you tell your mother when she gets done in the garage?”

Mom was in the garage? “Uh, yeah.”

“Thanks, Kyle.” The two of them headed out to Kayla’s car.

Kyle waited until the next commercial on TV, then wandered out to the garage.

“Hey, hon,” Mom greeted him. She was in jeans and a sweatshirt and looked a little warm from exertion.

“Bill said you were out here.”

“Yeah, I told him after lunch that I just had a few more boxes to go through out here, and I’d be done with spring cleaning—belated spring cleaning since it’s actually summer now, but still.”

“Ah.” He thought about telling her about Kayla acting so bizarrely with Uncle Bill. What had Bill said? That he’d “popped her cork”?! It made no sense.

But Mom would feel betrayed, that her daughter and brother were doing things—very, very weird things—in her house without telling her.

The question then was: what were the chances of them going uncaught for the next couple weeks that Bill was staying with them?

Good enough chances that it wasn’t worth hurting Mom’s feelings, Kyle decided.

“Something on your mind, Kyle?”

“Hmm? No, just Uncle Bill said he and Kayla were going out to do some shopping, and they’ll be back before dinner.”

“Okay, good. That still gives me time to finish out here and then get cleaned up and dinner ready.” She did the little “tilt her head slightly back and squint her eyes” thing to him. “You could help me carry some boxes.“

“Hey, that’s what I live for,” he clapped his hands. “To move old storage boxes in garages. Where are these outlaw boxes? I’m gonna move the hell out of them!”

She chuckled and led him to the correct corner of the garage ...

It was another good dinner, with everyone happy—and of course good food, with Mom’s cooking. Afterward Kyle started on the dishes.

As he was wiping the traces of food off one plate, it felt like—someone was creeping up behind him. He started to turn, but felt lips on his.

Ohgod! It was Kayla! Kissing him! On the lips!

He jerked his head back, and she smiled. “I love you, twin brother,” she breathed.

“Kayla! Don’t do that!” he whispered harshly.

She giggled and flounced out of the kitchen.

Also, Kayla never used to flounce. What was with that?

Just another bizarrity in a pile of bizzarities. He knew, “bizarrity” is not a word. But it ought to be. A single incident of bizarreness. Of which there had been many, lately ...

The four of them sat around in the den afterward, watching TV and talking. Nobody making out with nobody, thank God!

At the end of the night, Kayla and Bill headed back to their bedrooms, while Kyle helped Mom clean up the den for the night and turn the lights off.

Then he headed back to his bedroom to get ready for b—

Kayla was in his room. In a pink nightie. That covered everything completely, thank God! It was silk, and showed her curves in more detail than he liked, but there was no lace, and everything was properly covered.

“What are you doing in here?!” he whispered harshly.

“I want a kiss before I go to bed, Kyle.”

“What?!”

“Just one. Just one measly little kiss. And then I’ll go. But not until.”

“Are you crazy?! We don’t do that!“

“But I liiiiike them,” she sighed.

What. In. The ... hell?!

“Just one, Kyle. Don’t be stingy. Just one kiss.”

“This is insane!”

“Isn’t it, though,” she grinned.

“One kiss? And you’re gone?”

“You won’t see me the rest of the night.”

“No tongue.”

“Awwwww,” she made her pouty face.

He stepped toward her. “God, this is insane.”

She licked her lips to moisten them. “Ten seconds.”

“What?!”

“Less than ten seconds is a peck. I want a kiss.”

Kyle ... bent over. And ... kissed his sister.

Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck. No, nothing romantic about it—she just didn’t want him gettin’ away!

Two nineteen-year-old siblings. Making out. For ten seconds ...

She ... did have soft lips.

He could feel her breath on his cheek. She was ... breathing a little hard.

Her lips parted slightly, and he felt her tongue caress along his lips.

Her tongue ... maybe, possibly, somehow ... y’know, got past his lips into his mouth. Somehow. He couldn’t explain it.

Even though he had already made clear: no tongue!

But he ... went ahead and played with it a little bit with his tongue. It’s just rude to not greet another tongue in your mouth. Or something like that.

His breathing was ... a little hard too.

The kiss maybe ran past ten seconds, to ... y’know thirty seconds. Or a minute. Or more.

But then he finally put his foot down. “Okay, that’s it,” he pulled his head back from hers. Her arms let him, but stayed wrapped around his neck. “That’s enough.”

“Thank you ... Kyle ...” she breathed. Her eyes were still closed, her breathing still heavy.

Then her eyes opened, and she looked at him. “I love you ... twin brother ...”

“I—” he swallowed. “I ... love you too, Kayla ...”

Her arms slipped from around him. “Thank you ...” she whispered.

She slipped out of his room.

He turned off the lights and laid down.

What the hell was going on here ...?

Kyle woke the next morning to ...

Well, to Kayla. She was on hands and knees over him, face studying his like a cat getting ready to ponk his nose.

“Uh ...”

Well, you tell him: what do you say to something like that?

The predator-cat vibe washed away as she smiled. “I just want a kiss, twin brother.”

“Uhm-mmmmm.” That last—the change from “uhm” to “mmmm” was her lips closing on his. His mouth was already open from the “uhm,” so her tongue slipped right in.

They, ahhh ... kissed. Made out. For a ... couple minutes.

It ... wasn’t an entirely unpleasant way to wake up.

Finally, she broke the kiss and gave his lips a quick lick. “Thank you, twin brother.”

“Uh, sure. No problem.”

“I love you, Kyle.”

“I love you too, Kayla.”

She hopped off his bed and strolled out of the room.

Life was strange these days. And getting stranger ...

He laid there a while, considering her and Bill’s chances of not getting caught by Mom. They were acting awfully carelessly. He’d almost put it at even odds.

Still, it wasn’t his place to tattle on the two of them.

Maybe ... maybe he could help get Mom read in about them in some small way without tattling on them. Just so ... it wouldn’t hurt her quite so much. If she ... did catch them.

He didn’t know how, though ...

Eventually, Kyle got up and headed out to the kitchen. Mom was still there at the table, having coffee. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Good morning, Mom.”

“Bill and Kayla took off to go hiking in the woods this morning. They thought they’d be back by lunch or by afternoon.”

Kyle poured himself some coffee and sat down with her. Had a sip. Chuckled. “So, I had this weird-ass dream last night.

“Everyone had put up these shields, like solar shields or something, to protect them from the harsh radiation or something. Only, I realized that the shields didn’t block that—they blocked happiness. All these people were powering these shields, to block their own happiness from reaching them.

“And I was shown this console, where I could press a button, and cause someone’s shield to collapse, so happiness could get to them. And I wanted to explain to them that there was all this happiness for them, that couldn’t reach them—but I couldn’t explain to them, I could just push the buttons to collapse their shields. And ... hope they’d receive the happiness and see that it was for the best.

“So how is that for weird? Do I win the weird dream of the year award?”

He noticed she was looking down and smiling faintly as he took a sip of coffee.

“I dreamed,” she said slowly, “I don’t even know if I should be telling you this. It’s kind of embarrassing.

“I dreamed that this mad scientist was grafting a ... second vagina ... onto the side of my head. And he had all these wires and jumper cables, and was wiring it into my brain.” #! point to left side

She brought her eyes up to look at him. “That’s it. I just dreamed that all night.”

She took a sip of coffee. “I don’t know,” she smiled, “I kinda think my weird tops your weird. Would you agree?“

“A second vagina is ... pretty weird, Mom. Do you want me to check the side of you head, just to make sure there’s nothing there this morning?”

“I feel pretty confident,” she nodded firmly, “that I don’t have a second vagina on my head.”

They sat quietly a few minutes, just enjoying the view out the window in the summer sunlight, and their coffee.

“Kayla’s changed a little bit,” Kyle finally said. “Nothing too big, just in small ways.” Okay, that was a lie, but a permissible lie. “She’s not the same girl she was a couple years ago.“

Mom took a sip of coffee. “How do you mean?”

“Nothing too specific. Just ... some of her attitudes, the way she thinks about things.”

“That’s part of ... going to college. Expanding your horizons—don’t you think?” she offered.

“It feels a little deeper than that, though I may be wrong. She is still the same Kayla, underneath, but ... some of her attitudes have shifted just a little on things. Don’t ... don’t be too surprised if you come across them.“

“And still ... nothing specific that you noticed?”

He shook his head without looking in her eyes. “Nothing specific. And she still loves us. I know that. It’s just,” he looked at her and grinned, “those darned sorority sisters, Mom! They’ve put these strange ideas in her head or sumthin’!“

Mom chuckled, took another sip of coffee, then drawled, “Yeah, except ... she lives in an apartment, not a sorority house ...”

Oops. He steered straight into the skid, though. “That’s the thing about sorority sisters, Mom! You’re never safe from them! Anywhere! They’re worse than zombies that way!“

“Yeah, yeah,” she grinned, “Things are getting thick enough here to cut with a knife. No more horror movies for you, young man. Next thing you’ll tell me ‘Dawn of the Sorority Sisters’ takes place in a mall.“

“Mom! You remembered! I’m so proud of you! Worst film of the trilogy, but I’m proud of you!”

He went back to his and Kayla’s bathroom, took a shower, brushed his hair and got dressed for the day. Mom was coming through the den when he sat down to turn on the TV. “Hey, thanks for cleaning my hairbrush,” she commented.

He made the classic male befuddlement noise known the world over, “Aeuhhh?”

She looked puzzled at his puzzled look, and explained, “The little hairs that get caught in the hair brush. You cleaned them out for me. My brush was all clean this morning. Thanks.“

His look stayed puzzled.

“You didn’t do it then?”

He shook his head.

She shrugged. “Maybe Kayla did.”

“Darn it, Mom! It’s those sorority sisters! I told you! You can never trust them! It’s probably some dastardly scheme for world domination!” he grinned.

“Yeah, yeah, maybe your sister was doing her good deed for the day.” She headed back to her bedroom.

Though ... Kyle’s hairbrush was still fuzzy when he used it earlier. Guessed he didn’t rate ...

Bill and Kayla made it back by lunchtime, and they all sat down and piecemealed a meal together from leftovers.

“What trail did you guys take?” Kyle asked Kayla as they walked back through the den. Mom and Bill were still in the kitchen.

“Oh, we just wandered around, got distracted with things, didn’t really finish any trail.”

“Okay,” he shrugged. “By the way, did you clean Mom’s hairbrush this morning?”

Her face went neutral. “Uh ... no?”

“Okay.” Strange.

“I also did not spit on your toothbrush, twin brother. You should thank me.“

He frowned. “I don’t owe you a thank you for ... not spitting on my—”

“Oh, I’ll take ...” she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. Her tongue was, uhm ... starting to get pretty comfortable being in his mouth ...

“... a thank you, twin brother,” she breathed between kisses before floating back to his lips for more.

Oh, this was soo bizarre! This was Kayla! His twin sister!

She ... was a really good kisser, though ...

God, how did she get to be such a good kisser?!

“We gotta not do this, though,” he breathed when they finally broke the lip-lock. “Mom could walk through, and she would freak out over this. I’m not even sure I’m not freaking out over it—it is so weird. But she would lose it. So ... no more public kisses. In fact, we should stop kissing altogether.“

She pressed her lips to his for one more quick smooch. “Bet I can change your mind on that last. And I really love kissing you! So ... bear up, kid. I’m not stopping.” With a smirk, she continued back to her room.

He sat on the sofa and drifted into another movie.

Hell came late in the afternoon.

Mom strode through the den when he was catching a sci-fi film, on her way back to the bedrooms.

She continued up the hallway, but—

“What are you two ... doing?!” Mom’s overly-loud voice came a few moments later.

Oh ... crap!

Crap! Crap! Crap!

“What the hell are you two ... doing?!” still in a loud voice. Not a hysterical voice, but a voice way too shocked to give a fuck about how loud it was warbling.

Kyle sprang from the couch and hurried up the hallway. Mom was standing outside the guest bedroom. He hurried to her side.

Kayla and Bill were both still fully clothed. But that was about all they had going for them.

Bill was laying on his back on his bed, his hands reached up to cup Kayla’s butt.

Kayla, red-faced, was on her hands and knees, straddling Bill, from where they had been ... doing some serious tongue-kissing, he had no doubt.

“Get off of him!” Mom commanded. “Get off of him, young lady! Now!“

Kayla scrambled off Bill and off the bed, face bright red. Darn it, he had just told her to be careful with that shit.

“To your room!” Mom commanded, her pointed finger firmly urging any soul that might be lost to get to where it needed to be! Right now!

Head bowed, face red, Kayla hurriedly scrambled out of the guest bedroom and to her own.

“Bill, what the fuck?!” Mom loudly demanded. “With my daughter?! With your fucking niece?!”

Mom had said “fuck” exactly three times that he’d ever heard her.

Once when a bully pulled a knife on him when he was sixteen. She’d charged at him, but thankfully he got to him first and decked him, kicked the knife away, then kicked the jerk in the chest to emphasize the “we don’t play with knives” rule. If mom had gotten to him first, they’d have had a body to dispose of.

Once when she smashed her finger and thought she’d just cut the tip off. Don’t worry—it turned out she needed stitches and it was bruised for weeks, but the tip was still attached!

And once when she slapped Dad when the asshole said he wanted to run off with the goddam babysitter. Dad’s cheek had glowed cherry for hours after that. Not nearly long enough, if you asked Kyle.

It should still be glowing cherry, painful and ashamed to this day.

And now in one incident she had almost doubled that tally.

“You’re gone,” she dictated terms in her quieter, scary voice. “You do not leave this room tonight. And tomorrow you are gone. And you will never communicate with my family. Ever, Bill. Never again.“

She turned around, ushered Kyle out of the room, and closed the door on Bill behind her.

Kyle knew enough to scamper into his room and leave a wide berth around her. She strode out to the kitchen, where she would pour some coffee, then sit and brood on what just happened. Better not to even speak to her for a couple hours, let her get it digested in her head.

She was pissed.

He thought more pissed off than when Dad collapsed into a shit.

Bill had messed with her daughter. It didn’t matter whose brother he was, not even hers—he’d messed with her daughter.

Kyle sat on his bed and thought too. He wasn’t sure there was any way he could make this any better. He couldn’t think of anything he could say to ... anyone.

He shrugged. To an empty room. He’d keep thinking if there was anything he could do, but ... if you can’t do anything to reduce a storm, then you just batten down and make it through the storm. One way or another.

Crap ...

Crap, crap, crap, crap ...

Dinnertime came. Went.

No one ventured out.

Kyle had a bag of corn chips by his desk for snacks. Had a few of those. Walked toward Kayla’s room and left the bag at the foot of her door—rapped lightly twice so she’d know, and headed back to his room. Heard the door open and close a minute later. The minute delay told him she’d been crying in there—Kayla hated to upset Mom. She’d probably bawled her eyes out over it the last couple hours.

About 9:00 P.M., the guest bedroom door opened. “Uncle Bill,” Kyle called quietly as he passed his door. Shook his head. Don’t.

“Trust me, sport.” Bill eased up the hallway.

Kyle muttered a small prayer for him and Mom both.

He’d hate to have to dispose of Uncle Bill’s body if he managed to piss Mom off any more ...

(Jennifer)

Bill walked through the den, quietly but not silently.

Jennifer heard his footsteps when he entered the kitchen.

“Don’t,” she informed him. “We’re not going to talk. You’re not going to change my mind. You’re gone.”

Bill cleared his throat. “I’m not going to talk,” he said softly. “I’m just going to get some water, and sit with you.”

He got a glass, ran some tap water, and sat down opposite her at the table.

Five minutes passed in silence.

Ten.

“Bill, you are—what you did—” she suddenly started speaking, but was still too mad to even talk. And she was too mad to care, “My daughter, Bill! What the hell did you think you were doing?!”

He just sat there, silently, staring at the table.

“Are you listening to me? What did you think you were—“

She sighed suddenly, her eyes unfocusing.

(Bill + Jennifer)

The thing about the worship of Shatihra—hers was a Church of Power.

Power and sex. Submission and climax and ecstasy.

And the sticky blend these become when simmered and smeared viscidly together. Like a partially melted taffy, the bitter flavor of capitulation swirled with the bright, sweet taste of sexual rapture, into a tincture that was ... unnaturally addictive.

She was an avatar of the goddess Ishtar, her worship flourished briefly in an early period of Mesopotamian society. Bill completed his archaeological thesis many years ago on her impact on the culture. But he knew so much less then about her ... than he knew now.

Her temples all contained a Submission Chamber where new members of the Church—often involuntary new members—learned the horrible humiliating thrill of surrender. Above the Submission Chamber was an Observation Chamber, where higher beings might be contacted and communicated with.

In his studies, Bill had assumed these chambers to be nonfunctional, like all religious trappings were nonfunctional.

He had been wrong. That lesson came at great—profound, even—cost to him ...

He was within the Submission Chamber now. He suspected it existed nowhere in time or space. Wherever it actually was, he would just remember it later as a particularly vivid fantasy. And Jennifer, who was there with him, would not remember it much at all—only the massive blast of fireworks as she was released from the chamber.

His sister was standing there nude, bent at the waist over the Bitch’s Table, her ass bared to him.

“Wh ... whaaat?” she realized her nudity, her posture, as she faced away from him. “What the ...”

Bill cleared his throat.

Jennifer tried to twist about to see, but was cuffed too tightly with fine but strong gossamer to have much range of motion. “Who—who is that?!”

Bill took his time, walking slowly around the Bitch’s Table until she could see him.

“Bill? What’s going on?! Why am I naked?! Why are you naked?!” She didn’t mention his erection. “Why am I fastened to this table?! Find the key and help me get loose!“

He continued walking around to her other side and gently touched the fingers of one hand to her shoulder blade.

Ohhh! Thrills skittered through her again! What was—What was this?!

Her butt cheeks clenched against the thrills just ... flooding them. How could his ... touch feel ... soo good?!

It was what she imagined a shot of morphine dumped directly into a vein was like. That dear. That good. But ... it didn’t make her want to sleep.

It excited her! It made her want to—oh, she really didn’t want to say what it made her want to do! She didn’t ... do thinks like ... like what his touch made her want to do ...

“Bill,” she breathed, “why ... why does that feel,” she let her eyes roll partially up under her eyelids, “How can it feel like ... that? Like ... this?!”

He traced his fingernails from that shoulder, across to the other hip, and laid his second hand down on her, gently squeezing her back just above her waist.

She took a deep breath and sighhhhed it out. Gawwwd! What was he doing to her? It felt like her insides were ... getting flooded through with thrills!

He moved slowly lower, tracing his fingernails and fingertips down to ... and around ... on her hips ...

“Bill ...” she sighed again. This was ...

This felt way too good. What was—What was he—

His fingers were—dammmn, they were magical!

She was afraid she’d ... start moaning if he kept this up. And, ohhh, that would be humiliating! Turning into moaning sexual butter in front of her little brother!

“Bill ... please ... what—what are you doing ...?”

“I,” he finally spoke, “have something I want you to do for me, Jenny.”

She couldn’t help it—the moan leaked out of her before she could stop it. Crap! She started to flood with more shame over it, but that mixed with all the sexual thrills. Mixed ... weirdly. Crap!

She sighed as the shame and thrills simmered together. “What—what do you want me—want me to do?”

“You’re up on your toes back here, Jen,” he chuckled. “This must feel just fucking awesome for you.”

Ohcrap! She was ... sexually shaming herself here right in front of her little brother.

“Remember for me when you saw Kayla and me kissing, with our tongues in each other’s mouth.”

Her hips tensed at the thought.

“There you go, that’s the memory.“

“I’m—” Damn! That insidious dance of his fingers on her ass cheeks kept making her pant! And, uhm ... moan. A tiny bit. “I am still angry with you about that. Furious.”

“Of course you are. And I’m going to help you see how to think about that. So take that memory, and turn it over, and you’ll see where some fishing line is tied to the back in a knot. Do you see it?”

“Mmmm.” She reminded herself she was furious at him. Enough to banish him forever. But she imagined what he wanted. “I ... I see it.” In her mind’s eye, she could see it. His fingers were still dancing delectably on her skin. But as long as Bill didn’t try to change her mind on casting him out of her home, she could see the fishing line in her mind’s eye for him ...

“Okay, that’s going to lead us back to the part of your mind that has this hang-up.”

“It’s not a hang up, Bill. You just ... don’t do that.” You don’t just ... make out with your niece. You just don’t.

“Follow the fishing line, out into the woods of your mind. Keep following it. It will help lead us to responsible you, that ‘knows better’ than to do such things.”

Jennifer imagined following the fishing line through the woods, then across a grassy field ...

“The fishing line is going to lead us to a rocky place, with big boulders all around, like ethical rules, laid down by god.”

She realized that back in that chamber, her hips were starting to wriggle a little on their own, in counterpoint to his ... teasing, thrilling, magical fingers dancing all over them down there ...

But she followed the string to the rocky place in her imagination.

“Now, the fishing line is going to take us up to one particular boulder. It’s cracked, and broken, and fragmented, riddled with sharp, jagged edges and points. That’s why it’s so angry, it’s all busted up and broken and cracked into shards.”

She found the boulder in her mind, and it was like Bill described—cracked and broken up with sharp edges.

But—his fingers on her hindquarters—not even sexual, just ... tracing tantalizingly around her hips and ass there—it was making her nuts! In fact, he needed to stop that, or she was going to—just—

“Bill, Bill,” she panted where she was bent naked over the Bitch’s Table, “you’ve got to ... stop that! You’re—you’re making me crazy!

“Bill, I’m ... imagining I’m at that jagged rock.

“But ... I’m not actually here in this chamber, am I? All ... naked and aroused in front of my little brother, am I? This is ... it’s a dream, right? Or a fantasy or something?“

“Or something.” His fingers were still making her just crazy excited here!

She thought—she thought she’d been in the kitchen before this dream. Sitting in the kitchen with Bill. If she—if she started moaning there from his magic fingers in this dream, then ... the kids might hear her and come to the kitchen to find her ... having a bizarre hot dream and moaning out loud from it. And—she couldn’t let them catch her doing something like ... that!

And—dammit!—there went a moan now! Running out of her mouth before she could stop it!

In her dream or her fantasy or wherever! It didn’t matter! If she moaned in her dream here, she’d likely moan back in the kitchen too! And the kids would come to investigate and catch her in the middle of a bizarre sex dream.

“Bill,” she swallowed, “you’ve gotta stop! The kids are going to hear me moaning, and ... know I’m having a really weird dream!“

“A really weird wet dream.”

“What?!”

“Jenny, you are just ... juicing up back here. Same thing back in the real world. If Kyle or Kayla steps in the kitchen, they’ll be able to smell that you are ... ready for sex!”

“Nooo-oo-oooo!” she whined. They—couldn’t! “Let me up! We’ve got to stop! They can’t catch me ... all aroused!”

“We’re not able to leave until we finish, big sister. So let’s get done here. Are you at the vicious, obstinate boulder?”

“Yes, yes, I found the boulder the fishing line led to.”

“Good. Now, can you feel it? Below us? Great swirls and flows of million-degree lava flowing, deep deep below us. And it’s rising, coming up. Not to the surface, but to just a hundred feet below us. Not dangerous, but enough to make everything here soft. And malleable ...

“Reformable ...

“Look at the angry, fractured boulder. The edges are getting softly rounded. Some of the shards are melting back onto the boulder. Can you see it?”

While Bill was talking, his fingers were still dancing around on her ass, doing their distracting magic, and she realized she was giving little moans with each breath now.

She ... shivered with thrills. Like she was a musical instrument being played by some supernatural force—her little brother’s fingers, with their eye-fluttering magic! Played like an instrument by some musician that made gasps and whines flow from her throat almost melodically ...

Okay, they needed to finish here before the kids heard her. And ... discovered their mom—well, sitting here in the aroused mess she knew she was in now.

Okay, like Bill said, everything was warm and soft. The ground gummed up under her feet with the heat, melted by the hot scalding lava below to sticky, gummy taffy ...

Including the sharp angry boulder that the fishing line connected to—her memory of them—

She suddenly realized—the boulder was that part of her mind that was so enraged over her brother kissing her daughter!

The part that everyone has, because it’s just built in, right? Because you just know, uncles and nieces just don’t kiss!

And that boulder—that part of her mind—was not angry and jagged anymore! It was smooth now, and—And melting right down into the surrounding landscape!

“Bill! No! We don’t want that boulder to just melt away! It’s got to be there. It—helps hold the world in place! I need that piece of my ... mind there!“

But his fingers— on her ass— were just ... fucking driving her insane!

And the boulder was—it was just smoothed down now! Just a nub! And ... there it sank, right down into the landscape!

In the chamber, that musician was still there, still playing her, playing a vivace melody through her! She was a woodwind instrument, pleading with the universe now to not wake her children and bring them out to see her ... like this ...

Behind her, Bill pulled her ass cheeks apart, and ... slid smoothly and erotically inside her sex!

The great crescendo was bubbling up out of her throat—

And she felt Daddy—

No! Not “Daddy!” Her brother Bill! She felt her brother Bill—gush into her—

Her adopted brother’s cum, blasting inside—

And she just fucking lost it.

Everything came.

Every tiny piece of her just ... came. All at once.

She lost it in her imaginary trip to the boulder that was no more now.

She lost it in that weird chamber in this weird dream.

She lost it back in the kitchen where she was dreaming of imagining the boulder disappear.

And her consciousness just went dumb. Staring at the beautiful orgasmic fireworks lighting up her entire mental sky ...

(Bill)

Back in the kitchen, Jennifer just—fell out of her chair.

All the tensing and torquing and writhing in pleasure, she just dumped herself out of her seat ...

Bill was there in time to catch her as she arched too far and out of her chair, and he eased her down onto the floor. She was still twitching and shivering, and her breathing was ragged. He laid her gently on the kitchen floor to finish out her first grand orgasm from that second vagina.

Bill stayed with her until her breathing relaxed, deep and slow again.

Unspeakably contented.

She was good. He left her there, laying on the kitchen floor—she’d wake in a few minutes and make her way back to bed—and he headed back toward Kayla’s bedroom. He’d very seriously popped Jennifer’s cork, so to speak, just now. Her first time. But he needed to lay with Kayla and then revive himself in an hour enough to pop her cork too, to make sure that her mom’s angry afternoon did not hurt the daughter’s feelings too much.

(Jennifer)

Ohgaawwwwwwwd!

Jennifer stretched, and took a deep breath.

More contented than she had ever been in her life ...

Oh, Gawwwwwwwd ...

She was ... laying on the kitchen floor ...?!

Had she climaxed herself right out of her chair and onto the ground?!

Didn’t matter. She didn’t care.

She was soooo soaked through and laden with contentment, that ... everything was okay in the world right now ...

Everything.

After a minute or two of just enjoying how utterly fulfilled she was right now, she eased herself up off the floor.

And gave a big lop-sided grin as she stood at the table, one arm propped on it.

Life was ... yeah, good ...

She squinted at the clock. It was after midnight. She should be in bed.

Yeah, she grinned, she’d get there ...

As she made her way toward the den, using her hands against the walls to steady her climaxed-out self, she tried to remember why she was sitting in the kitchen at midnight ...

She’d been ... angry. At Bill. For tongue-kissing with her daughter. And ... possibly more—she still needed to find out from Kayla what else the two had done ...

Which was ... bad, she guessed.

She could see how she’d thought earlier that it might be bad for Bill to slip his tongue to Kayla. But now, when she thought about it ... there wasn’t anything there to get really upset over ...

The part of her mind that might get upset over it was just ... silent.

Like it wasn’t even there anymore ...

She very vaguely thought she might have had a half dream about ... the landscape swallowing up a boulder or something?

But ... they were adults. If they wanted to kiss ... they could kiss ...

She made her way from the den up the hall toward the bedrooms.

Maybe ... maybe she’d let Bill stay in the morning. Since it wasn’t really soo bad for him to explore the inside of Kayla’s mouth with his tongue. Was it?

And Kayla probably got a real thrill slipping her tongue inside Bill’s mouth ...

Jennifer slipped into her bedroom with a lopsided smile on her face.

God! Everything was ... pretty wonderful!

All those massive orgasms had just ... put a shine on everything ...

Still deeply sated and mellow, she managed to pull her pants off, then fell into her bed.

Her body was still prepared for sex, her pussy still excited and humming a little. But she drifted off, smiling faintly in her sleep, before she could even slip her hand down to lightly stroke her moist little puss ...

Sleep was ... wonderful. Not as nice as those extraordinary climaxes before it, but ... very wonderful indeed ...

(Kyle)

Kyle came awake around 1:00. His ears were tired from listening hard for Mom or Bill to come back from the kitchen.

And, apparently, he’d nodded off.

He stood up and tip-toed out to the den and then peeked in the kitchen.

Empty.

He’d missed them.

Unless, of course, Mom was outside, digging a hole to put Bill’s body into. She’d need to dig it deep enough, or the neighborhood dogs would dig it up. And then they’d have the whole “explaining the dead body in the neighborhood to the police” thing to go through.

Just joking. He didn’t think Mom would really kill Uncle Bill.

Well, he hoped she wouldn’t.

He tip-toed back to Mom’s room and peeked in there. She was laying on the bed. Calmly. Contentedly.

Was she ... almost glowing?! With contentment?!

For some reason she just looked really happy and relaxed as she laid there ...

No, that was silly. Best they could hope for tonight was for the edge to have dulled off her anger.

But she looked safe in her bed, and her breathing was calm and gentle, so he headed back toward his bedroom, happy so far in riding out this storm. Maybe they’d get through this okay.

When he passed by Kayla’s bedroom, the door was closed. And he may have heard what could have been a muffled gasp from inside.

Ohhh, crap!

Tiptoeing to the guest bedroom, he peeked in.

Empty.

No Bill.

Which meant ...

He looked back to Kayla’s door, and thought he heard another muffled sound.

Those two were determined to find trouble. They’d set Mom off already, and they wanted to set her off again?!

Well, it was too late to talk any sense into them tonight. So with Mom okay in her room, Kyle headed to his to go to sleep for the night.