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The Andersons move in to an old Victorian mansion with a plan to restore it to its former glory. A churchgoing mother, father, and eighteen-year-old twins are blind to the centuries old struggle raging inside the house. One by one, the Andersons fall to the power of the mansion as the nightmares that lurk behind every corner seek to erode the family's innocence.

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Chapter 11

A clock ticked somewhere in the house as Daniel stumbled down the second-floor hallway in the early morning. He’d just exited the guest bedroom, leaving Khadra stuffed with his cum. Every time he thought life had hit peak crazy, it went up a notch.

Ahead in the gloom, he could see a white, shimmering figure near his bedroom door. Daniel’s feet quickened and his heart skipped a beat. In the gray, pre-dawn light, he could see her red hair and he could almost make out her freckles. Daniel smiled. He’d done it. He’d saved Eloise.

“I did it, Mrs. Palmer.” Daniel ran the rest of the way and flung himself into her arms. He was surprised to find nothing where he expected a solid woman, and he sprawled on the hardwood. He turned over and looked up.

“What a good lad you are, Daniel.” She smiled down at him with warmth and affection. “Your work with Mrs. Samatar was splendid.”

“I don’t understand.” Daniel slowly rose to his feet. He put out his finger and pressed it to her right shoulder. It went through her as if she were air. He noticed that her belly, under her long dress, was flat. “How come I can’t touch you?”

Worry lines creased Eloise’s freckled face. “While you were a hero for bedding that troublesome woman, I’m afraid it wasn’t enough to restore me to my former self.” She stepped toward Daniel and lifted her hand as if caressing his cheek, but, of course, she could not. “You must rebuild the energy I lost.”

“How?” Daniel was ready to do anything for her.

“Conquest, silly.” She nodded and her form faded. “Aid in their fall and the house will rise.” Eloise vanished from sight, but her voice lingered.

“I will,” Daniel said into the murky hallway. Although he didn’t know exactly what Eloise had asked of him, he’d do it. And he trusted that she’d make it clear soon enough.

~~

When Khadra sat down to breakfast at the Anderson home, she lowered her eyes and kept most of what she said to the range of ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. She was so incredibly tired. That eighteen-year-old boy, now quietly sitting on the opposite end of the table, hadn’t let her get a wink of sleep until dawn. He’d had her copulating like an animal. His monstrous organ had hurt her small vagina at first, but once she’d gotten used to it, there was no pleasure in her life that was its equal. She shivered at the thought of the things they’d done.

“More toast, Khadra?” Julie sounded chipper.

“No, thank you.” She shook her head and sipped at her coffee. She reached up to adjust her hijab. To let another man see her uncovered hair was such a sin. And to think, hours ago she’d done that, and so much more.

“How about some bacon?” Julie held up a plate with crispy bacon, right off the skillet. “You need to regain your energy after what happened.”

Khadra’s face tightened in a panic. Did she know about what had happened with her son? No. Khadra took a deep breath. Julie was only referring to what happened with the dreamstone. “Um … thank you, but I cannot eat pork.”

“Oh gosh.” Julie’s smile morphed into a sheepish grin. “Of course. How silly of me.” She held out the coffee carafe. “More coffee?”

“Yes, please.” Khadra sipped her coffee and ate her toast and bided the minutes until she could call her husband and have him pick her up. She felt a pull to stay in that house forever and let that teenager treat her as his rightful wife. But she knew that was insanity, and she hoped some distance would have her thinking clearly again.

~~

It was almost time to leave for the bus. Daniel and his mother stood just outside the heavy front door and watched Maxamed pull down the driveway and park just at the bottom of the front walk where Khadra waited for him. It was the same exact spot where that black carriage had waited in Daniel’s vision the other night. He and Julie waved when Khadra gingerly got into the small, beat-up sedan, but only Maxamed waved back from the driver’s seat. And then the Samatars drove off into the overcast morning.

“I had a funny feeling about that woman this morning, Danny?” Julie gave her son a sideways glance. “Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just whatever she did to rid our house of those spirits.”

“Maybe,” Daniel agreed.

“How are you feeling this morning, pumpkin?” Her eyes fell down to the soft lump in his pants.

“Better.” Daniel looked over at her and caught her gaze. “I mean worse.” She looked breathtakingly beautiful in the diffuse light, with her curves jutting under her dress, her curious face, and her appraising eyes. “I mean, I will need some help when you have some time.”

A thin smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “I was thinking …” Julie said the words slowly, and looked over her shoulder into the house. Her husband and daughter were nowhere to be seen. “Maybe you could skip the bus this morning. I could drop you off at school. That might buy us an extra fifteen minutes.”

Ten minutes later, Brittney got on the bus without her twin. It was strange that her mom was going to drop him off, but apparently, they had something important to do that morning.

At that moment, in the laundry room in the basement, Julie leaned with her elbows on the washing machine. Her dress was around her waist, her panties around her ankles, and her son’s long thing rubbed against her butt crack over and over again. “Let me know when it’s time, Danny. You can’t make a mess again. Okay?”

“Sure … Mom …” Daniel held her hips and rubbed himself. It felt so good not to worry about Eloise. He could concentrate on the delicious curve at the small of his mom’s back and her wobbling butt. He pulled back and lined up the head with her dripping pussy and pushed in.

“Oh … maybe that’s not the best … ooohhhhhh … idea, sweetie.” He stretched her out so wonderfully. Her body buzzed as that massive penis burrowed its way into her.

“But you said we could have sex again.” He hit bottom, pulled almost all the way out, and thrust back in again. Her pink pussy lining made a perfect sleeve around his dick.

“Oh … gosh …” Julie panted. “But we have to … get you to … school. And your father … might come looking …”

“It’ll be … uh … uh … faster this way.” Daniel slammed into her, enjoying the way her whole body tensed every time he smacked up against her ass.

“Okay, sweetie.” Who was she kidding? It would be faster this way. “Just not … inside … it’s a bad time of month … for me.”

“Where?” He reached with his right hand and wrapped his fingers in her long, brown hair. He pulled her head back a little, getting her to arch her back more. He loved the way she squealed in response.

“I’ll … ugh … ugh … ugh … swallloooowwwwwwww.” Julie let her orgasm rip through her. She was completely at her son’s mercy. It was the most delightful feeling.

Daniel smashed her from behind for a while longer, driving her to two more orgasms. Soon, he was ready. “Can … I … cum inside?” He pulled a little harder on her hair.

“Yeeesssssssss.” Julie barely knew what she was saying. All she knew was that she wanted to live with this pleasure forever. She wanted the rapture to swallow her whole. She heard Daniel’s soft, guttural groans behind her and then felt the heat of his seed inside her. Julie gritted her teeth and shrieked out her most massive orgasm yet.

Up in the kitchen, George stopped loading the dishwasher from breakfast. What was that sound? It sounded sort of like opera. He looked around the kitchen. Strange. Maybe he’d go and find Julie and see if she heard it, too.

“Wow, Mom.” Daniel tried to catch his breath. He felt Julie’s pussy rhythmically squeeze his dick as she finished cumming. He pulled out of her and looked down. His dick was a frothy mess.

“I thought you had … lost interest in me, Danny. But I was … very wrong … it seems.” Julie’s whole body buzzed. Her mind couldn’t quite clear itself.

“I just had a lot … on my mind. It’s almost like you’re my girlfriend … now.” The words were awkward in his ears.

“Don’t say … that stuff, Daniel.” Julie’s eyes regained focus, and she bent over to fetch some towels. She tossed one to Daniel and put the other one between her legs. “I’m your … mother. I’m just helping you out with a difficult situation.”

“Okay.” Daniel used the towel to rub off his slowly deflating dick.

“Now let’s get you to school.” Julie pulled up her panties, knowing that she would be leaking quite a bit of Daniel’s sperm into them on the drive over to school. “And let’s be more careful in the future.”

“But Mom –” Daniel pulled up his pants.

“I’m not saying whose fault it was. But we can’t risk pregnancy.” She shook her hips and let her dress fall down around her knees. “Okay, let’s get you to school.” Julie smiled. She felt good. As she walked up to the main floor, she realized she felt really, really good.

Daniel grabbed his backpack and they walked to the front door.

“There you are,” George called down to them from the grand east stairway. “What’s Danny doing home? I thought the school bus left already.”

“Oh.” Julie spun around and tried not to look guilty. “We … um … we … um …”

“She was helping me with some homework I forgot to do last night.” Daniel frowned up at his father. “She’s taking me to school now.”

“Oh, okay.” George, oblivious to their discomfort, smiled down at them. “Did you hear a high-pitched sound a little while ago? Sounded almost like a lady singing.”

“No, dear.” Julie shook her head and shot Daniel a stern look out of the corner of her eye.

“Okay, maybe it was the wind.” George shrugged. “Or maybe the ghosts have returned.” He laughed. “I’m going to sweep up those ridiculous salt symbols now that the Samatars are done.” He waved goodbye, turned, and walked up the stairs to put on his work clothes.

“We have to be more careful,” Julie said under her breath as she led Daniel out to the car.

But wouldn’t you know it, not ten minutes later, she leaned sideways from the driver’s seat, blowing her son while he sat in the passenger’s seat. Their car rocked ever so slightly in an empty lot three blocks away from the high school. She eagerly drank his salty stuff when he spewed it down her throat. Her skills were improving to the point that she didn’t let any escape her mouth.

They were a little late for school, so she had to check him in at the front desk. It was awkward for Julie talking to the school’s administrative assistant with the taste of sperm on her tongue and her vagina oozing into her panties. But Julie soldiered through, kissed Daniel on the forehead, and sent him off to class.

~~

“So, this is what’s left of our dreamstone?” Khadra carefully unwrapped the rags that surrounded the rock on her coffee table. She pulled her hand away and sucked in her breath when she saw what their precious stone had become. “This has been used for generations, Maxamed.” The large, black stone was crisscrossed by long red veins now, pulsing to some unholy beat.

“Yes.” Maxamed stood with his arms folded over his tie, carefully watching his wife.

“It’s become an abomination.” She reached her hand to touch it, but stopped. Some instinct told her not to.

“When I go back to Somalia, I can get us another one.” Maxamed pressed his lips together. “This one seems to have soaked up all the demons into it and calcified them. At least they won’t harm anyone anymore.”

“But have you ever heard of such a thing?” The pulsing mesmerized Khadra. Her hand extended toward the stone again.

“I have not.” Maxamed shook his head. “But I will ask around.”

“It’s really quite compelling.” Khadra’s finger touched the rock and a warmth ran up her arm. A loud crack reverberated around their living room and the stone broke into thirteen pieces. Khadra stepped back in alarm, the heat moving to her chest.

“What did you do, woman?” Maxamed swooped in and examined the erstwhile dreamstone. It had broken neatly, without any chipping. “This cannot stay in our house.” He bundled the pieces up in the rag and ran out the front door.

Khadra watched her husband drop the bundle out by the sidewalk, and then he slowly walked back into the house. Maxamed left the front door open when he returned and stood with his back to it.

“If the demons are tied up in the stone, there is a danger there it seems.” He stood with his hands on his hips. “How should I best dispose of the evil we purged from the Anderson home? Perhaps the bottom of a lake. Or maybe if we seek the help of an elder who …”

Khadra tuned out her husband. She watched a group of teenagers walk down the sidewalk and open the rag he’d left on the edge of their lawn. Three boys and two girls reached down and snatched up all thirteen pieces. And then they walked off laughing and teasing each other. Just like that, her husband wouldn’t need to worry about disposing the dreamstone.

“… or an abandoned well.” Maxamed looked at his placid wife, annoyed that she had somehow broken the dreamstone and then offered no ideas of her own for its disposal. “Why did your touch break it?”

“I think … I think … I had a vision of its destruction,” Khadra lied. “And my touch was its annihilation. I bet if you went back to the covering now, it would be empty. The evil that plagued the Andersons is gone from this Earth.”

“That would be very strange.” Maxamed slowly turned and walked out through his open front door. He stepped down the walkway and stopped next to the rag. He bent down to pick it up. It was empty. She was right. None of this made any sense. Maxamed knew he would have to ask around the community to see what others knew of these strange things. He took the empty rag and tossed it in his neighbor’s curbside garbage can and walked back into the house. “How are you feeling, Khadra?”

“I am tired, husband. Might I have some quiet time to rest in our bedroom?” She turned and walked toward the bedroom without waiting for his reply.

“Of course, I will not disturb you.” He needed her to regain her strength. There was so much strangeness surrounding them now, it was hard to tell if things would finally quiet down. This job seemed hardly worth the work George Anderson had promised to do on their house.

When Khadra closed and locked the door to her bedroom, she was not surprised to see that giant black dildo waiting for her on the neatly made bed. “Even if I wanted to use you, I am too sore from my time with that boy,” she whispered to the thing. “And I do not want to use you at all.” She picked it up off the bed and put it in her dresser drawer. She wasn’t concerned about Maxamed finding it. She knew it would soon disappear, playing its devious games.

“I have willpower, you see?” Khadra looked at the closed drawer as she removed her hijab and dress. She unhooked her bra and let her small breasts fall free. There was something wrong with her panties. She looked down to see a wet spot on the front. Allah help her, she was still leaking that boy’s sperm. How much had he deposited in her? She put on new panties and got into bed. She was proud of her willpower with that dark phallus. That she could deny that evil thing boded well as she put her time with the Andersons behind her. She quietly drifted off to sleep.

~~

At second period, a note from the office pulled Daniel out of calculus. He walked down the long halls back to the main office and was shocked to see Penelope happily chatting with the secretary when he got there.

“Hello, Mr. Anderson. Your sister-in-law signed you out for your doctor’s appointment,” the secretary said.

“She what?” Daniel was very confused.

“Remember? Your mom couldn’t take you today, so she asked me to do it.” Penelope smiled and nodded at him. Her blue eyes filled with sincerity.

“Sure.” Daniel nodded. He had no such memory. “My books are still in the classroom.”

“We’ll have someone pick them up, and we’ll hold them here for you.” The secretary offered her most benign smile. “Have a good appointment.”

“Thanks.” Daniel followed Penelope out of the school in silence watching her dress swish back and forth. When they were out in the parking lot, he stepped closer to her. “I thought we couldn’t afford a doctor. Did Mom finally freak out about my dick?”

“For someone so smart, you certainly are a dummy sometimes.” She looked at him sideways, with an apologetic smile. “I made it up.”

“You what?” Daniel stopped. “I have to go back. I can’t miss calc for nothing. I’ll be behind everyone else.”

“Come on, dummy. You can miss a little class. You skipped the other day, remember?” Penelope grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her car. “Didn’t you get my voicemail this morning?”

“No.” Daniel let her guide him toward her SUV. “I was … um … busy.”

“You’re always so busy.” She opened her passenger door and shoved him in. “If you don’t answer your messages, this is what you get.”

“Kidnapped?” Daniel said as she slammed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.

Penelope settled herself in the driver’s seat and looked over at him with some seriousness. “Look, I know school is important to you, but you gotta know that this is important to me.” She put her hand on his lap and squeezed his cock. She left her hand there as his dick grew. Her eyes fell down to the bulge in his shorts. “And I can tell this is important to you, too.” She moved her hands to the elastic waist and pulled his shorts down.

“Pen, this is my school parking lot.” Daniel looked around with his brow furrowed. There was no one around, only parked cars. “Someone will see us.”

“I just want to have a look really fast.” She pulled down his underwear and stared as his semi-hard penis sprang out. “It’s really incredible, Danny.” She started the car and pulled out of her parking spot. Her left hand went to the wheel, her right hand fell to his dick and stroked him. “This is the sort of dick that would move the rise and fall of nations.”

“I don’t … think … that’s how countries work, Pen.” Despite the situation, it felt really good. He let her do her thing.

“Maybe not.” Penelope drove them out on the main road and turned toward her house. It was hard to keep her eyes forward. “Does that feel good, Danny?”

Daniel nodded.

“It feels good in my hand, too.” She pulled onto her street. “Are you happy I pulled you out of class now, smartypants?”

“No …” Daniel watched her take her hand off the wheel to hit the garage opener on her sun visor. “Yes …” They pulled into the garage. “I don’t know.”

“You’re so flustered. It’s cute.” Her right hand continued on his cock while she hit the button to close the garage door and turned off the car. “And to think, I was so nervous about coming to see you at school.” She climbed over to Daniel, pulled up her dress, and straddled his lap. “I hope I’m not crushing you.” She pulled her panties to the side and lined his dick up with her slick pussy.

“No, it’s fine.” Daniel looked up at her as she wiggled her hips and lowered herself onto him. Her blonde hair shaded her face in the dimly lit garage, but he could clearly see her expectant smile and then the look of surprise as she felt him stretch her out.

“I’m … aaahhhhhhh … not going to leave your brother.” Penelope slowly started bouncing on him, she could raise her hips so high above his lap without dislodging him it was almost comical.

“I … didn’t ask you to.” He reached up and cupped her heavy boobs through her dress. “And I have a girlfriend … remember? I’m not leaving her.”

“I’d very much … uh … uh … uh … like to meet her.” Penelope’s hips sped up, her nerve endings sparked with pleasure.

“I don’t think … that’s a good … idea.”

“I won’t embarrass … you … Danny.” She could hear the wet sounds coming from her pussy in the closed space of the car. She twisted her hips a little each time she hit bottom and grunted like a mad woman. Nothing else felt like this eighteen-year-old’s dick. “You have … sex with her … yet?”

“Yes.” He gripped her boobs harder and looked up to see her eyes closed tight and her mouth hanging open.

“Then … uh … uh … uh … we have a lot in common. We’ve both … had you inside us. We’ve both … had the best sex … of our lives.” Penelope screamed as her orgasm tightened her muscles, and her pussy clenched down on his cock. She pushed down with her hips and jerked on his lap for several seconds.

Daniel let her work out her orgasm, and then pulled her boobs up and down to get her bouncing on him again. “I didn’t know you were so … kinky, Pen.”

“Me neither.” She sighed and put her hands on top of Daniel’s hands. She pressed his fingers harder into her breasts. “Brad and I thought … we knew what sex was.” Her pussy quivered. Shit, she was about to cum again. “But … we didn’t. Oh, God … Brad still doesn’t.” She shrieked out another orgasm. When she finished, she pulled off him and climbed into the back. She spread a spare towel she kept in the car out on the seat. “Let’s not stain the upholstery.” And beckoned Daniel back with her. They mated in her car for two hours until Daniel finally came inside her. She sighed, laying on her back with her legs spread, cradling his sweaty head to her left boob. “That took you a long time to cum. Is your girlfriend using you up?”

“To be honest …” He sighed and pressed his nose into her soft flesh. She smelled sweet and musty. It was perfect. “I have been having way more sex than I ever thought I would.”

“Well, you deserve it, Danny.” She played with his blond hair as they lay there. Spending languid time with Daniel, with his huge cock still lodged inside her, was just about the best feeling in the world. After the feeling of humping him, of course. “Should I take you back to school?”

“Probably.”

Neither of them moved for a good long while. Eventually, they cleaned best they could, dressed, and Penelope drove Daniel back to school. He made it just in time for the final bell.

~~

Things were getting overwhelming for Daniel, so other than daily blowjobs from his mom, he took a few days off from sex. He didn’t want Penelope to show up at school again, or do anything else unexpected. He especially didn’t want her to do anything that might tip off Julie about what was going on. So, he promised her via text that he’d stop over after school on Monday. He hoped that would hold her off.

Friday night rolled around, and Daniel went to bed early. He was in the middle of a wonderful dream, when a cold hand on his shoulder pulled him from sleep. His eyes shot open in panic, but then a wide, groggy smile spread across his face in the dark. He looked up to see Eloise beaming down at him. She wore a long nightgown, and Daniel could see that she was still not pregnant.

“Your efforts are bearing fruit, dearie.” Eloise smiled back at her handsome boy and gently sat at the edge of his bed. “As you can see, I can touch you again. You’re filling the house with such wonderful energy. Positively rambunctious.”

“It’s great to see you, Mrs. Palmer.”

“And as always, Danny, you are a sight for sore eyes.” She folded his blanket and tucked it under his chin. “Now, did I see that you planted your seed inside your mother again?”

Daniel nodded.

“Well, done. Truly phenomenal. And for that I will reward you.” Eloise twisted her ring with its binary diamonds around her finger very slowly. “But first I have a few requests.”

“What?” Daniel raised his eyebrows.

“I would like you to take the marvelous Mrs. Julie Anderson through the back avenue.”

“Her butt?” Daniel hated to tell Eloise no, but he shook his head. “Mom would never go for it.”

“She would.” Eloise nodded good naturedly. “If it’s that, or bearing another child, she’ll try it. I promise.”

“Really?” Daniel was skeptical.

“I would also like you to bring your brother’s wife back to the house and take her here.” She smiled patiently, like a teacher laying out the coursework for the week. “It was good for the house when you shook her carriage at her place. But it would be much better within these walls.”

“I don’t know.” Daniel didn’t much like these requests. “We’ll get caught.”

“Just as you and your mother have been caught?” Eloise winked at him. “I can’t make you disappear, but I can help obfuscate your relations, dearie.”

“You can?” Thinking it over, it now made sense that Brittney or his father hadn’t discovered what he’d been up to. He was never as careful as he intended.

“My last chore for you is to visit Mrs. Samatar tomorrow at eleven o’clock in the morning.” Eloise pulled the blanket down past Daniel’s knees and took in an eyeful of his pale, skinny form. She smiled at his hard bludgeon, poking up past the waistband of his strange underwear. It rested past his bellybutton. “Her husband and children will leave her for a time tomorrow. Make congress with her again and invite her back to the house for a later date. Can you do that for me?” She brushed her fingertips along his cockhead and gently pulled down his underwear.

“Yes.” Daniel nodded.

“Good boy.” Eloise stood and pulled her nightgown over her head. Without her pregnancy, she had smaller boobs, and a much younger looking body. “Now, for your reward I intend to teach you much you do not know about a woman’s body.” She reached down, formed a v with her fingers, and pulled at her vagina. “Do you know about the love button?” With her other hand, she pointed out her clit.

Daniel nodded.

“Good, let me show you what to do with it. This is how to properly tend to the crinkum crankum.”

Daniel had forgotten how frigid Eloise’s skin was. He was eager to learn. After he’d brought her to a loud orgasm, he watched her alabaster body bounce onto the bed and lay on her back. The red triangle of hair between her legs look so bright on her pale skin.

“With such a long bludgeon, you have more positions open to you than most men, dearie. Let me show you a few.” Eloise guided Daniel into a reverse missionary position, and they went at it for several minutes.

“That’s amazing.” Daniel felt like he really could treat a woman differently than other men. It was an intoxicating thought.

“Most men would feel pain, but you have a distinct advantage.” She lifted his hips on the outstroke and dislodged him. “Now learn the Irish garden.” She put him on his back and lowered herself facing away from him, so that her legs extended past his shoulders and her breasts kissed the sheets. They writhed like that for a while. “You may slap me, Danny.”

“That’s okay.” Daniel instead gripped the back of her thighs.

“Slap me, Daniel.” She looked back over her shoulder at him with a dark look.

Daniel smacked her right butt cheek. And then the left one. “Like that?”

“That’s a good lad.”

Eloise ran him though many new positions. She called them names like iron throne, tulip, and rabbit ears. It was a whirlwind of sex for Daniel, and by the time they finished he’d cum in her frigid pussy three times.

Somewhere in the house, a clock chimed five times. Dawn was coming. Eloise tucked Daniel back in bed and kissed his sweaty brow. “There now. Remember what you learned. These lessons will come of use sooner rather than later.”

“Goodnight, Mrs. Palmer.” Daniel closed his eyes with a contented smile. It was so nice to have her back.

“Goodnight my prince.” And with that, Eloise vanished.

~~

All houses seemed tiny to Daniel, now that he lived in Palmer Mansion. But the Samatar house seemed excessively small and unadorned from the outside. Daniel stood on the front step rubbing his hands together with nervous tension. If Eloise hadn’t asked this of him, he never would have been there. Not in a million years. He mustered his courage and rang the doorbell. When nothing happened, he gave the front door a timid knock.

A few seconds later, the front door opened and Khadra looked out at Daniel. Her welcoming smile faded when she saw who it was. “Daniel. What are you doing here?” Deep inside, she felt a pull to protect and indulge the boy. But she now knew she had willpower and could resist the pull of that accursed house.

“I have to see you, Mrs. Samatar. Can I come in?” Daniel shifted his weight from one foot to the other and back again. He tugged at his t-shirt.

“I am sorry, you may not.” Khadra wore her usual hijab and long, flowing dress. She was a small woman, but she made her presence known in the doorway. He would not pass into her home. “Even if I were to forget all that happened between us, I cannot allow a man into my home without my husband present.” She looked around the neighborhood. No one watched them.

“Please?” Daniel wanted to reach out and touch her, but dared not. “I’m only eighteen, I’m sure Mr. Samatar wouldn’t mind.”

Khadra screwed her eyes at him like he was crazy, but stepped aside. She put a hand on his bony shoulder and pulled him into the house. “Fine, but be quick. I shouldn’t be doing this.” She closed the door behind them and led him into the living room.

The house smelled like strange spices to Daniel. The décor was different than any home he’d been in before, lots of small statues and lavish textiles on the walls. “Okay, this isn’t easy to say, so …” Daniel took a deep breath. “… I’ll just say it. We need to have sex again.”

“Are you crazy?” Khadra wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but this wasn’t it. Maybe an apology. Maybe an update on the demons that plagued that house. “I should beat you with my broom.”

“Look, I’m sorry.” Daniel unbuttoned his pants and dropped them around his ankles. He could see her eyes zero in on the bulge in his micro-boxers. “But you really liked it last time, remember?” He dropped his underwear, too. His dick flopped out at half-mast. “And there’s still poison left. I need you to draw out the poison.”

“You seem to have an inexhaustible supply of poison.” Khadra stepped over to him and reached down toward that massive penis. She brushed her fingernails over the veins and watched it grow. The head of it grew darker and darker. Was her willpower really abandoning her now? “Don’t you see? If I help you, I draw the poison inside me.”

“I hadn’t thought about it that way.” Daniel sighed. Her touch felt so good.

“You poisoned my well.” She gripped his strange thing and stroked it with her left hand. It was now hard as steel. “But I suppose I did what needed to be done to protect you.” She looked into the teenager’s face and could see the pleasure her hand gave him. “Did you know that my touch ruptured the dreamstone? And that I watched as the little, evil pieces fled into the world? I could have stopped it. But I did not.”

Daniel shook his head. He wasn’t sure what she was talking about. “Let’s go to your bedroom.”

“Once more.” Khadra bit her lip as her eyes traveled back down to that leviathan. “Just this once more, promise me.”

“I promise.” Daniel looked down at her dark hand moving on his dick. “How come you don’t have a wedding ring?”

“That is not Somali tradition.” Khadra took hold of his penis and led him by it into the bedroom she shared with Maxamed. A short time later, she rode him with his long thing way up inside her. She still had on her dress, pulled up around her hips, and she still wore her hijab. Her eyes glazed over, and she gritted her teeth in ecstasy. How could anything feel so good?

“Are you going to cum again?” Daniel looked up at the ecstatic woman as she gyrated her hips in little circles on him.

“Gggggghhhhhhhhh.” Khadra couldn’t quite get words out of her mouth. Stars exploded before her eyes like watching Allah’s creation. She threw her head back and screamed.

This small, dark woman, in her hijab, completely losing control on his dick was an unforgettable sight for Daniel. He just wished Eloise could be there to see it, too. Suddenly, Daniel wondered what his mom would say if she could see this wife writhing with Daniel on her marriage bed. Maybe she wouldn’t approve.

When her orgasm passed, Khadra changed her motion to long strokes. She placed her hands on Daniel’s chest and bounced with enough force that she completely lifted off the bed on every upstroke. “What … uh … uh … have you done … to me?” She whined. “How can I –” She was interrupted by her phone ringing. She turned her head. Her mobile was where she’d left it over on her dresser. She stopped her motions and looked down at Daniel in wide-eyed panic. “I must … check that. It could be … Maxamed.” She tried to slow her breathing.

“Let it go to voicemail.” Daniel flexed his dick inside her and felt her pussy involuntarily squeeze back. “I never answer my phone.” But he watched her pull off him and race across the room. He got a good view of her curvy butt before her dress fell back down around her ankles.

It was as she feared, her husband calling. Khadra picked up the phone, but before answering she looked over her shoulder at the pale, naked boy laying on her bed. His penis stood proudly up in the air. “Quiet now, he cannot know you are here.” Without giving Daniel a chance to respond, she answered the call and held the phone up to her hijab-covered ear. “Hello … husband,” She said in Somali.

“You sound out of breath,” Maxamed said, also in Somali. “What’s wrong?”

“I was just … doing chores.” Khadra leaned with her elbows on the dresser, her back to the bed. She tensed when she felt hands on her backside, lifting her dress. She looked over her shoulder to see Daniel behind her. She gave him a fierce stare.

“You are supposed to be resting,” Maxamed said. “You’ve been through much. I did not take the children to my mother’s so that you could tire yourself around the house.”

“Sorry, I … I …” Khadra had a hard time forming a thought when Daniel slipped back inside her. It didn’t hurt at all anymore. He had changed her vagina. “I just … wanted to get some … things done.” She realized now she would need to do chores after Daniel left so that Maxamed wouldn’t get suspicious.

“Well, you sound terrible, woman.” Maxamed sounded a little angry. “Get to bed this instant.”

“Yesss.” Khadra turned and walked with little steps toward the bed, the teenager still humping her from behind. They crossed the room this way, and she got onto all fours on the mattress, his penis never leaving her vagina. “I am … in bed … now.” In this new position, Daniel gave it to her harder. She feared Maxamed would hear the slapping of his hips on her butt. “I musssst … be going … now.”

“Are you so winded from a trip to bed? Get some sleep. I cannot have a wife in such a weakened state.” Maxamed was so used to giving orders, but he did not know, he had little control over his wife at the moment.

Khadra held the phone away from her ear. Her husband’s voice sounded so tiny and insignificant. “Resting now, dear husband. Goodbye.” And she turned the call off and dropped the phone to the bed. “Why would you … uh … uh … do that?” She launched her hips back at him with every thrust. “If he caught us …” But she stopped speaking when Daniel stopped thrusting. He moved her legs so that she was on her feet, squatting, with her hands placed right in front of her toes.

“I’m sorry. You just looked so cute bent over like that. I couldn’t stop myself.” He held her hips and started thrusting again.

“What … is … this?” Khadra felt so exposed. She’d never dreamed of a position like this.

“I don’t remember … uh … uh … what Mrs. Palmer called it.” He slapped her butt and she yelped but offered no further protest. “I call … the position … froggy style,” Daniel panted.

“Allah have mercy. You’re … even deeper … this way.” Khadra was swept away by another orgasm.

Watching her shake and twist in this new position, Daniel felt his balls churn. “I’m gonna … cum.” Hearing no protest from her, he unloaded deep inside Khadra. Spurt after spurt of hot spunk filled her up and an electric feeling ran through his nerves. After cumming, Daniel pulled her off his dick and she fell face forward onto the bed. Her dress still bunched above her butt. Daniel could see her pussy leaking cum. He gave her butt one last gentle smack and fell on the bed next to her. “That was great.”

“Mmmrrrpphh.” Khadra mumbled something into the blanket.

“So, I know I said this would be the last time, but …” Daniel traced the curve of her butt with his fingers. She was so much smaller than Penelope and Julie. “I need you to come to the house. I promise that will be the last time. Okay?”

“The … very … last time?” Khadra’s vagina still hummed with joy, even as Daniel’s seed slowly leaked out of her. More poison, she thought.

“Scout’s honor.” Daniel wasn’t a scout, but that sounded like the right thing to say.

“When?” She mumbled into the blanket.

“How about tomorrow night, can you get away?” Daniel stood up and dressed himself slowly.

“Maxamed would never let me.” Khadra knew she was giving him an eyeful with her butt up in the air, but she couldn’t bring herself to move.

“After he goes to sleep then.” Daniel thought about that scary man sleeping in this very bed tomorrow night. How odd a thing that he was in this man’s inner sanctum.

A rush of warmth and a need to protect Daniel moved through Khadra. She rolled onto her side to look up at him. Her hijab was out of place, so she straightened it. “I will do that for you.” She nodded with a solemn expression on her face.

“Great.” Dressed now, Daniel bent down and kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you, so much. How about midnight? I’ll meet you at the front door.”

She nodded.

“I don’t want to be here when your husband gets back, so I’m going to jet. Okay? See you soon.”

“Go out the back way.” Khadra couldn’t help but smile seeing Daniel’s exuberance when she accepted his invitation. “The sliding door next to the living room.”

“Will do.” He waved and bounded out of the bedroom.

Khadra sighed. What had she gotten herself into? She forced her sore body to move. She had cleaning to do.

 

Chapter 12

Saturday afternoon rolled around and Daniel found the perfect moment to try and follow through with one of Eloise’s requests. George had just left to do some work on the Samatar house. Brittney left a few minutes later to go on a date with her boyfriend, Ted. So, it was only Julie and Daniel in the house for several hours. Daniel found his mother moving briskly around the kitchen as she prepared dinner.

“Hey, Mom.” Daniel leaned against the door. His heart thumped like it always did when he tried to initiate something with her. “Whatcha doing?”

“Making dinner, pumpkin.” Julie’s dress swished around her knees as she moved from the fridge to a mixing bowl. “Why are you still here? You should be out on a date like your sister. It’s Saturday night. I remember how important Saturday nights were when I was single.”

“I’m going out with friends tonight. As far as girls go, I’m a little shy about my size.” He watched his mom’s sideboob shake under her dress as she mixed something in the bowl with a large wooden spoon. “Any girl would freak when she saw my … penis.” He almost said ‘dick’. He didn’t want to get scolded before things even started with her.

“It’s a numbers game, Danny.” Julie bit her lower lip, thinking about her son showing his monstrous thing to some teenage girl. Something about him conquering the girls at his school sent a shiver down her spine. Who was she kidding? It wouldn’t even fit in most women, certainly not eighteen-year-old girls. It barely fit in her. That thought made her blush. She coughed to clear her throat. “Numbers game. You have to meet lots of nice girls, one of them will think your thing is perfect.”

“But, if I have to wait to have sex until I’m married, it might not fit at all in my wife.” Daniel had heard over and over again that he should wait until marriage. And he had planned on that until they moved into Palmer Mansion.

“Well …” Julie still mixed the bowl even though she didn’t need to anymore. “I think that ship has sailed, sweetie. You have my permission to see where that thing will fit.” She felt so ashamed saying those words, but the idea of him shoving his penis into other tight vaginas drove her a little wild. She felt moisture in her panties. Then a thought occurred to her. “But you’ll need condoms. Really … big … condoms.” Julie turned toward Daniel. “Oh, gosh. I wish you wouldn’t pull your penis out in the open like that. Someone could see.” Her brown eyes went wide and her lips parted. She stopped mixing and let go of the spoon.

“Sorry, Mom. Your body just looks really good.” Daniel had his dick in his right hand, the waist of his pants and underwear were around his thighs. He stroked it slowly.

“Thank you for saying sorry, Daniel. And … thank you for the compliment.” Julie’s eyes fell to the floor. “Do you want me to take care of you before you go see your friends?”

Ten minutes later, Julie stripped slowly in Daniel’s room as her naked son watched from his desk chair. Butterflies flapped in her stomach. Every time with him was like her first time as a teenage girl, so many moments filled with delightful nervous expectation. She realized that the guilt and embarrassment she’d felt with Daniel had evaporated. She dropped her dress to the floor, now only in her bra and panties. She pulled the panties off with a little shake of her hips and tossed them aside.

“Do you have any sexy underwear, Mom?” Daniel stroked his dick with both hands and watched his mother undress. He loved the triangle of brown hair peeking out from between her legs.

“I do.” Julie sighed. “I bought some to use with your father. But they don’t fit anymore.” She reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra. “I did find a chemise and corset in the library closet. I bet that still fits.”

“What’s a chemise and corset?” Daniel’s eyes zeroed in on Julie’s boobs as they dropped out of her bra. They hung and jutted perfectly. The little blue veins under her skin made them seem so vulnerable.

“It’s like Victorian lingerie, Danny.” She stood with her arms by her sides in the middle of Daniel’s room, letting his gaze rove over her body as he masturbated. Her heart beat in her ears.

“Could you wear it sometime?” Daniel stood and maneuvered Julie onto his bed. He put her on her hands and knees and admired her divine curves. Her ass was so wonderfully round and wide. The way it tapered from her hips made Daniel’s palms sweaty.

“Sure,” Julie squeaked.

“Could you shake for me?” Daniel stoked his dick as he stood by the bed.

“What?” Julie looked up at him over her shoulder in surprise.

“You know, shake your ass.”

“Language, Daniel.” Julie arched her back. Was she really presenting herself to him like this? Just waiting to be mounted.

“Sorry, Mom.” Daniel looked from Julie’s confused eyes down the delicate arch of her back to her pale ass. “It’s just an expression. Can you shake your butt, please?” He stepped over to his desk, picked up his phone, and put on a Post Malone song. He left the phone playing on the desk and stepped back next to the bed.

“Like this?” Julie looked down at the blanket below as she shook her ass to the music’s beat. She was doing this to help her son, she reminded herself. “This is so embarrassing, Danny.” Her eyes took in the pattern of the astronaut-themed blanket pressed into her fingers. On the day she bought it in the department store all those years ago, she never thought she’d one day shake her ass above it. But here she was.

“That’s awesome, Mom.” Daniel grabbed his dick and stroked some more. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you.” Her cheeks were so hot. She felt the bed depress as Daniel climbed on behind her. “It’s still a dangerous time of month for me. You can’t do it in me, okay?”

“How about another place?” Daniel kneeled behind his mom, wondering what he’d use for lubrication. “Can I cum in your butt?”

“What?” Julie looked over her shoulder back at her eighteen-year-old boy, his face eager with expectation. She stopped shaking her ass. “Your father asked me for that a long time ago. Before you were born. I’ll tell you the same thing I told him. Not in a million years.”

“But you can’t get pregnant that way.” Despite the continued argument, Daniel gave up and eased his dick into her pussy from behind as she glared at him over her shoulder. Her expression softened as he slid into her.

“You’d kill me with that thing, Danny.” She turned her head back and stared down at his blanket again. “That feels good, pumpkin. Just do that and pull … ooohhhhh … out at the end. Okay?”

“Sure, Mom.” Daniel got a nice rhythm going, matching the Post Malone beat. A few minutes later, he took his right hand off her hip and wet his thumb in his mouth. He then slowly wiggled it into Julie’s ass.

“What … uh … uh … uh … are you …?” Julie was surprised to learn that she liked it. “I’ve … never … had a man in two places … at once.” Her fingers tightened their grip on the blanket. She looked down at the ring on her left hand. What would George say if he saw her now taking her son’s monster penis like a dog, with his finger up her butt, while listening to teenage music. She didn’t think he’d be pleased. It was all so crazy.

“You … like it … ah … ah … ah … Mom?” Daniel slid the rest of thumb into her and continued pumping her pussy with his dick. He could see the little muscles in her back spasming. She liked it. This was another thing he’d never have tried without Eloise’s prodding.

“Ooooohhhhhh … Daaaaannnnnyyyyyyy.” Julie orgasmed with her son’s finger in her butt.

“It … feels good … right?” Daniel seized the moment and pulled out of her pussy. He lined his cockhead up to her butthole and pushed a little.

Coming down from her orgasm, Julie felt what he was doing and shrieked in panic. “No.” She dropped forward onto her belly. “Not … there …” she panted.

“Okay.” Daniel hated to let Eloise down, but he could hear the fear in his mom’s voice. He pushed her legs together, spread her ass, and looked down at her gorgeous slit from the back. “I’ll stay in your pussy.” He slid back inside her and really started humping her. This was a terrific position, with her ass pushing into his hips and belly with each crushing lunge. The song changed to a rap song with a faster beat. He used it for rhythm.

“Danny … Danny … Danny.” Her son drove her to orgasm after orgasm as he smashed her from behind. He mated with such ferocity that on every backstroke she could feel her belly and hips lift entirely off the mattress. She worried for a brief moment about the structural integrity of his bed. But then all rational thought left her. She wasn’t sure how long Daniel used her pussy like that, but it seemed like it went on forever. She was lost in a fog of rapturous wonder.

“Oh … Mom … take it.” Daniel didn’t ask for her permission to dump his load in her. He hoped it was okay, but with the pleasure building he didn’t feel like he had much of a choice. He emptied himself in her. When he finished, he lay his sweaty cheek down on her delicate back.

They lay like that for a while, until eventually Julie turned her head and looked over at the bedside clock.

“Your father should be home in a half-hour.” But still she didn’t move. “I can’t believe I let you put your stuff in me again.”

“Sorry, Mom.” Daniel kept his cheek pressed against her back and his dick firmly in her clutching pussy.

“We’re both behaving like teenagers.” Julie sighed. “I guess next time you can try my butt. If it doesn’t fit, it doesn’t fit.” She thought about the pleasure she’d felt with his thumb and wondered what it’d be like to have his penis open her up back there. “But if it does, we could stop worrying about pregnancy. I don’t know how I’d explain another baby to your father.”

“Wow. Thanks, Mom.” A surge of energy rushed through Daniel. “Can we try it now?” He moved his hips and slid his dick out of her pussy.

“Certainly not.” Julie turned onto her side to deny him access. “We need to clean up before your father gets home. And I need to finish dinner.” She’d completely forgotten about dinner.

“Okay.” Daniel worked on his self-control. He bent down, kissed the perfect curve of her hip and hopped off the bed. “I’ll go take a shower.” His dick bounced as he left the room with a hop in his step.

Julie shook her head and watched his skinny, white butt disappear out the door. It was nice to see him so happy.

~~

Sunday morning rolled around and the twins sat by themselves at the dining table eating breakfast.

“Where’s Mom?” Brittney looked behind her like her mother might be sneaking in from the kitchen. No one was there.

“Probably getting ready for church.” Daniel shrugged and smiled over at her in between bites of English muffin. “Where’s Dad?”

“Getting ready for church?” Brittney shrugged and took a bite of her muffin. She leaned toward Daniel conspiratorially. “I have something to tell you.” She stood up, walked around the table and sat down next to Daniel. “Ted and I did it last night,” she whispered.

“You did?” Daniel’s eyebrows went up.

“Yep.” Brittney couldn’t quite wipe the smile off her face. “You’re the last virgin in the Anderson house.” She rolled her eyes up to the left like she was thinking. “I’m assuming Mom, Dad, and Brad all did it since they’re married and we exist and everything. But it’s gross to think about. Can you imagine Mom having sex?” Brittney giggled.

Daniel shook his head. He didn’t have to imagine it. “I thought you were going to wait until you got married. I mean, that’s what we’re supposed to do. What happened?”

“Mom and Dad have unreasonable expectations, Danny. I’m a woman now.” Brittney folded her arms in front of her small breasts and frowned.

“Sorry, Britt.” Daniel forced a smile. She really was a woman now with her piercing blue eyes, flowing brown hair, and budding figure. “I’m really happy for you. How was it?”

“You want details, dufus?” Brittney punched her brother’s shoulder. “To tell you the truth, it was over before I even really knew it started. But I’m sure it’ll get better.”

“Yeah.” Daniel nodded. “That’s what they say about the first time.”

“Well, I did invite Ted over tonight for some more practice. He was scared to sneak over here at night. Can you believe it?” Brittney wrinkled her nose at the thought of her scaredy-cat boyfriend. “But I convinced him.”

Daniel was pretty sure he knew how she convinced him. “Wait. He’s sneaking in tonight?” Daniel had invited Khadra over that night.

“Yeah, but don’t tell anyone.” Brittney put her finger to her pink lips and put on a mock-sinister grin.

“Your secret’s safe with me.” Daniel shrugged. He supposed they could both sneak people in on the same night. It was a big house.

“What about you? Are you still going to wait for marriage, Danny?” Brittney leaned in toward her brother, inviting the exchange of secrets. His breath was cool with a faint hint of spice and muffin.

“I don’t think so.” Daniel shook his head and regarded his beautiful sister.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll make some girl very happy someday.” She patted his knee, stood up, and carried her plate into the kitchen.

Daniel thought about his mother screaming in ecstasy on her belly as he plowed her from behind. He was making her very happy these days. “Thanks, Britt.”

“Of course.” She passed him on her way back out to the hall. “We better get ready for church, too. It’s almost time.

“Right behind you.” Daniel stood and took his plate into the kitchen.

~~

Sneaking wasn’t really Brittney’s thing. She was too pure and honest a person. But she was also a teenager, and Daniel watched her sneak Ted in through the front door a little after his parents went to bed. The euphonic shadow of a clock that had returned to Palmer Mansion finished chiming ten when they slipped into the tower room. Daniel sighed. Ted was a fine person, but he felt a little jealous about Brittney’s boyfriend.

~~

This was the craziest thing Khadra had ever done. She stood just outside the Anderson’s front door. She’d fled a war-torn country. She faced down more than two dozen demons with cousins and later her husband. She’d raised two children in this strange place. She sighed. And now she had also defiled her consecrated promises to Maxamed. Twice. And she was about to do it for a third and final time.

The door creaked open as she stood there, fiddling with her thumbs. She wore a long, dark blue dress and a dark hijab. Perfect for sneaking. Khadra looked into the darkness and could see Daniel’s welcoming blue eyes. And then his sweet smile.

“You made it,” he whispered. “I’m so happy to see you. Come in.” He waved her in like it was normal for a married wife to visit him at the witching hour. He wore plaid pajamas and no socks. His bare toes wiggled on the hardwood floor.

With a stutter of hesitation, Khadra followed Daniel into the house. He took her hand in his, a remarkably intimate gesture, and led her into the main living room. Khadra was shocked to find the room much changed. A roaring fire crackled in the hearth. The walls were adorned with nineteenth century portraiture and stuffed animal heads. She recognized some of the game from Africa. The furniture was also entirely out of place. Or maybe out of time.

“What is this place?” Khadra’s almond-shaped eyes widened as she looked around.

“You see it, too?” Daniel gave her hand a squeeze and closed the door behind them. “Good. Sometimes I wonder if I’m going crazy.” He pulled her toward a long, striped sofa with rolled arms. “Let’s sit by the fire.”

“The room is beautiful.” Khadra let the teenager sit her down and she looked over at him. Despite his youth and meagre physique, she found him quite pleasing to look at. “And you look very handsome, Daniel.” She looked down at her lap. She shouldn’t say such things.

“Was it hard sneaking away tonight?” Daniel gently stroked the dark skin on the back of her left hand.

“It was.” Khadra nodded. And with her free hand, she removed her hijab without him even asking. She wanted to look beautiful for this young man. Everything was so strange. She shook out her long, black hair. “I don’t know what Maxamed would do if he caught me here.” That was a lie. She knew exactly what he’d do.

“Wow, you look fantastic with your hair out.” He admired the way her wavy hair caught the firelight. “I mean, really pretty. You know …” Daniel lifted her hand and kissed her just below the knuckles. Her skin was soft, warm, and smelled like flowers. “I don’t know what you look like under that long dress you always wear. Since this is our last time together, could I see …” He kissed her hand again very gently. “… under your dress?”

“Since this is the last time.” Khadra nodded and stood. She pulled her hand away from his and stepped in front of the fire. She reached down with her hands and pulled her dress slowly up her body. As the hem passed her hips and her belly button, a little surge of panic flashed through her. But she continued. She pulled it up past her breasts, encased in a black bra, and then the dress went over her head. She folded it neatly, turning away from Daniel, and placed it on the hearth. She knew as she bent down, she was giving him a good look at her panty-clad butt. She straightened and turned to him. “How’s that?” She cocked her hip a little, but was unsure how to make herself look sexy. Allah help her, she wanted to look sexy for this boy.

“You look amazing, Mrs. Samatar.” Daniel looked her trim body up and down. “Could you possibly take off your underwear?”

“Yes.” Khadra bent down and took off her shoes and socks. She then slowly lowered her panties. She saw Daniel’s eyes fix on the triangle of black hair between her legs and she looked off to another part of the room as she reached back to unclasp her bra. She gazed into the glassy eyes of a stuffed gazelle head. The poor beast looked stunned at the turn of events that had led it to that living room. Khadra could identify with the feeling. She removed her bra and placed her arms over her bare breasts. She was naked.

“Could I see your boobs, too?” Daniel took off his pajama top and hung it on the side of the sofa. The fire felt warm on his pale skin. He pulled off his bottoms and his underwear and let his dick flop free.

Khadra’s gaze returned to Daniel and fell down to his lap. “Allah preserve me, you have such a mighty tool.” She dropped her arms and let her breasts hang out in the open. Was her motherly body really worth so much fuss? Maxamed didn’t seem to think so.

The wife stared at his penis, and the eighteen-year-old boy stared at her boobs. The breasts were not so large, and they hung a bit. She had nearly black nipples, with large areola. Her dark skin hid the blue veins he could see on his mom’s boobs. Daniel admired the little stretch marks at the top of her breasts. His dick got harder still.

“I want to show you something I learned.” Daniel stood up and guided her to a sitting position on the edge of the hearth.

“Would you like me to … you know … service you now?” Khadra looked up at him with soft eyes, her pupils dilated.

“No thank you.” Daniel sank to his knees and spread her legs. Everything about her pussy was dark except for the little bit of pink that peeked out between her lips. “You were so nice to sneak out and see me tonight. I want to do something for you.”

“What are you doing down there?” She felt him spread out her lips, exposing her clit. “No one has ever touched me there. You shouldn’t … ooooohhhhhhh … oh no …. mmmmmmmm … it’s … nice.” She felt his tongue dart out and lick her slit. Quickly, he was alternating between licking and nibbling on her protruding lips and lapping at her clit. She vaguely knew people did this sort of thing, but she hadn’t ever considered it for herself. If she had known how it felt all along, she might have gathered the courage to ask her husband for such treatment.

“You … taste … really good … Mrs. Samatar,” Daniel said between licks. There was nothing sweeter than slurping a married woman’s pussy, Daniel decided. Especially now that he knew what he was doing. He worked a finger into her as well, and really gave Khadra the full treatment.

“There … just there … ooooohhhhhh … that spot …” Khadra placed her hands a little behind her and leaned back, opening herself up to him more. Through unfocused eyes, Khadra looked up at the strange room and was startled to see the redheaded woman from her vision sitting on a nearby armchair with her legs crossed.

Eloise Palmer looked much better than when Khadra saw her last. Her face was unblemished and uncut. Her long, bustled dress untattered. Her smile was full of warmth.

“You … you …” Khadra couldn’t finish her thought as Daniel’s tongue rocketed her off with a powerful orgasm. She shook and her fingers pressed into the hot stone.

“How was that?” Daniel looked up at her, his face glistening in the orange glow.

“Marvel … marvelous …” Khadra pointed to Eloise. “But there is … a demon … here.” She should have been afraid, but all she felt was the buzzing afterglow of an intense orgasm. Something she was becoming familiar with.

“What?” Daniel raised his eyebrows and turned his head. He smiled when he saw it was only Eloise smiling back at him. He looked back up at Khadra. “That’s Mrs. Palmer. She’s friendly.” He kissed the inside of her trim thighs. “You want me to eat you out some more, or should we try other new things?”

“Other new things.” Khadra shivered. Such crude language. Her ears were not used to such things, but she let Daniel move her from the fireplace to the bearskin rug.

“This doesn’t have to be the end, Mrs. Samatar.” Eloise’s voice was sweet, light, and without a care. Above all else, it was beguiling. “The bond, the pact, the contract made. We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation, sweet Khadra. You could feel these things again and again. The world was made for such pleasure. Quench yourself.”

“No.” Khadra shook her head as Daniel maneuvered her onto her belly with her legs pressed together. She looked up at Eloise and cried out when Daniel’s penis entered her.

Eloise shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She leaned back in the armchair and watched the debauchery with keen interest. “Enjoy your last time, then.” A minute later, she sat up with a look of expectation, like a baker ready to take steaming treats out of the oven. “Excuse me for a moment, I have to take care of something.” Eloise stood, raced to the door, and vanished down the hall.

Daniel’s penis felt so good inside her that Khadra barely noticed.

~~

The east tower room was cold as temperatures dropped outside. Ted and Brittney cuddled under the blankets, working their way through a limited range of foreplay. Brittney didn’t want to touch Ted’s dick with her mouth, but she would allow handjobs. It was frustrating for Ted, but she finally seemed ready for their second sex session. He was sure the last time he’d blown her mind. He couldn’t wait to do it again.

“You’ve got the rubber on?” Brittney lay on her back, her legs spread. “Good. Go ahead and put it in.”

“Get ready, baby.” Ted slid into her tight pussy and pumped his hips with little thrusts. It was heaven. Sex made him forget about everything else in the world. Homework, sports, even the scary house she lived in. It all faded away.

“Go, go, go,” Brittney urged. She was hoping to feel a little something more this time. Sex was supposed to be this great thing, but so far it just seemed like uncomfortable groping.

“Yeah, baby. Take it.” Ted felt the covers fall away and the cool air of the room played on his bare skin. He paid no attention and humped away. “You like it?”

“She doesn’t like it, dearie.” A strange woman’s voice came from just to the side of the bed.

“What?” Ted looked up in surprise and disbelief, still humping his girlfriend.

“Try it more like this.” The redheaded woman reached down and grabbed Ted’s hips from behind. She then forced him to thrust with longer, more powerful strokes. Predictably, his dick flopped out of Brittney’s pussy.

“Help … help …” Ted gasped as ice cold hands pressed into him and forced his hips up and down. “Stop … please …”

“What’s wrong?” Brittney looked up at him with concerned eyes. “Teddy?”

Suddenly the woman and her frigid hands were gone. Nothing was holding Ted on top of his girlfriend, so he sprang up and quickly found his pants. “Jesus Christ, I gotta go, Britt.”

“What happened?” Brittney found the sheet and pulled it up over her chest. One minute she was having unsatisfying, awkward sex, the next, Ted was running. Was it her fault the sex was so bad? Was that why he was leaving?

“That fucking creepy lady happened.” Ted looked around the room wildly. “Is she a friend of your mom’s or something? Sneaking into your room when you invite boys over? Seriously messed up.”

“I don’t invite boys over. Just you.” Brittney’s face went very somber. “I didn’t see anyone.”

“What?” Ted stopped and looked at Brittney. Was he losing his mind? He took a deep breath. “Okay, maybe I’m just tired. I’ll sneak out, your parents won’t ever know I was here.” He finished dressing and paused. He didn’t want to walk through that dark house, but he had no choice. “Actually, can you walk me to the door?” The thought of running into the cold woman in the halls sent a chill down his spine.

“I think I’m just going to stay here, Ted.” She knew she couldn’t hold back her tears much longer and she didn’t want him to see her cry.

“Okay, goodnight.” As he walked out, Ted realized he still had the condom on his limp dick. Oh well, he’d deal with it later.

Creeping downstairs, Ted almost made it to the front door when he saw an orange glow to his left. Curiosity defeated his cowardice, and he sneaked to an open door and peered in. His mouth dropped when he saw what was happening inside the grand room. Brittney’s twin brother was plowing a black woman. He was behind her, standing with his legs out to either side, and he had a huge dick. She was on all fours, her eyes rolled back, and making a faint gurgling sound.

“Run along now,” the woman’s voice whispered just over Ted’s shoulder. “You’ve seen enough.”

With wide eyes, Ted turned and there was the redheaded woman staring at him out of the dark with cold, green eyes. Forgetting to be sneaky, he ran to the front door, opened it and ran down the front walk. He was at a full sprint down the driveway and then he got into his car and sped away.

Eloise followed him to the front door and watched him go. She closed the front door for him with a satisfying thud. “Inconsiderate youth.” She clucked to herself. She then gracefully turned and strode back toward the main living room, her dress trailing behind her. Time to see if Khadra was ready for a deal.

~~

When Eloise returned to the living room and quietly shut the door behind her, she found the couple engaged in the knot. Khadra rode Daniel, with her feet planted on the bearskin rug on either side of his right leg, her knees high, her back straight, and her head lolling back and forth. Her pretty face twisted itself in rapture. “Strike while the iron’s hot,” Eloise whispered to herself.

“Daniel … Daniel … you’re in me … and rubbing me … it’s too much …” Khadra could feel another orgasm building. She was vaguely aware of the demon entering their room. But she couldn’t bring her mind to worry.

“Dear Mrs. Samatar,” Eloise cooed. “This can’t be the last time, can it?” Eloise walked over to her armchair and settled in. “You need more, don’t you?”

“I need … I need …” Khadra bounced on that impossibly long penis and rubbed her clit along the inside of his skinny thigh.

“I offer you a lifetime of this feeling.” Eloise leaned forward in her chair. “This is more than your god can offer. More than any god can offer. We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation.”

“Yes …” Khadra closed her eyes tight and bounced. Electricity moved through her nerves. It was as if the pleasure spoke for her. “Yes … ugh … ugh … ugh … I’ll take … the deal.”

“And so it’s done.” Eloise looked over to Daniel and tried to get him to focus. “Danny? You’ll want to move her someplace colder than this. As a reward, the house has given you the strength to carry her miles, but you need only to convey her to your washroom. Godspeed lad.” And Eloise blew away just as the fire flickered and went out.

“What’s happening?” A crimson glow consumed Khadra’s breasts. The light then spread to her hips and between her legs. “Aaaaahhhhhhh. I’m burning.” Her building orgasm forgotten, she stood up in a panic.

Carrying a woman was not familiar territory for Daniel. The closest shower was on the second floor, so he’d have to get her there in a hurry. “I know what to do, Mrs. Samatar.” He stood and lifted her in his arms, his dick still hard and swaying just beneath her. He placed his hand on her mouth when she screamed in agony. “Quiet now, you don’t want to wake anyone.” He then carried her out of the room and down the hall.

“Burning …” Khadra voice was muffled by his hand.

“Almost there.” Daniel carried her up the stairs. She felt as light as a feather. She was a small woman, but still. He didn’t think his unathletic frame could carry anyone until that moment. What else could Eloise give him? They made it down the hall, the sanguine glow emanating from Khadra lighting their way. With a minimum of noise, they made it to his bathroom. He put her in the tub and turned on the cold water.

“Allah help me, I’m dying.” But even as she said it, the heat felt a little more bearable under the cold water. She looked down to see her small breasts expanding. “Help me … Daniel.”

“Right.” Daniel knew what to do. He stepped into the shower and kissed her swollen boobs.

“Aaahhhh. Thank you … thank you …” His lips felt so cool on her skin. The heat and the crimson light began to fade from her breasts. But she could still see the light emanating from between her legs. “It’s still so hot … down there.”

“Hold on.” Daniel lifted Khadra up and flipped her upside down in his arms, facing him. The cold water splashed off her back. He then buried his face in her pussy. Daniel liked his new abilities.

“Oooohhhhhhh. Yes … that’s so much … better.” A coolness seeped through Khadra. She regained enough awareness to figure out he turned her upside down and was slurping at her vagina. She had heard the demon say something about giving him strength. What had Khadra gotten herself into? His massive penis bumped into her right cheek. Without thinking, she turned her head and sucked him into her mouth.

“That’s … nice …” Daniel said between licks. The glow had completely left her body, but he could feel her wider hips and her larger boobs pressed against his stomach. He pulled her off his dick and flipped her back to her feet. With one quick move he reached around her, turned off the water, and lifted her onto his shoulder. Dripping, he carried her out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. He closed the door, turned on the light, and set her down. He got a good look at her. “Wow, you were beautiful before, but … wow …”

Khadra looked down. The demon had transformed her. How would she ever explain this to her husband? Her breasts now jutted out proudly from her chest, quite a bit larger. She cupped her left one. And heavier. The curve from her waist to her hip was more prominent. She wondered what the demon had done to her vagina. “Do you …” She cupped her other boob and squeezed it. “Do you like it, Daniel?”

“Yes.” Daniel stared at her. Her dark skin still had light stretch marks at the top of her boobs, and her dark nipples hadn’t changed. But her tits now sloped out from her chest, and they had clearly grown several sizes. Daniel wondered how she’d explain this to her husband. “I think you look … out of this world.”

“Thank you.” She dropped her boobs and looked at Daniel. “I think I look … out of this world, too.” She fell into his arms and kissed him on the lips. His penis slipped between her thighs, and his tongue slipped into her mouth. She needed Daniel more than anything at that moment. She realized it would be very difficult not to see him again.

Soon, Khadra rode Daniel on his bed, bringing herself to multiple orgasms. Daniel watched, mesmerized, as her tits bounced in wide circles, her black nipples going in counter-orbit to one another. He came in her as she rode him. He then flipped her under him and pounded her tight pussy as she writhed and screamed, her legs spread as wide as they would go. He emptied himself inside her.

Afterward, the two tried to catch their breath, laying on their backs side by side and staring at the ceiling.

“You … astonish … me.” Khadra placed her hand on his flat belly and her fingers moved down to his penis. “You’re still … hard.”

“Yeah … well …” Danny looked over at her. He loved the way her boobs hung to the side while she was on her back. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to make her happy.

Seemingly reading his mind, Khadra said, “I haven’t felt like this since … well … ever.” She rolled onto her side. “I don’t think I need to draw out the poison anymore, but let me take care of you.” Khadra should have been fretting about demonic possession, infidelity, unwanted pregnancy, wanton sexual deviation, and countless other pressing concerns. Instead, she leaned over him, opened her mouth wide, and sucked the head of his monster into her mouth. It took him a while before he exploded down her throat, but she didn’t mind. In fact, Khadra relished the pleasure she gave this teenager. When he released his seed, she happily swallowed as much as she could. She then put her head on his tummy and they fell asleep.

Khadra woke in the early dawn, and it took a second to realize where she was. Her heart raced when it all came rushing back to her. She was naked in a teenager’s room, with his dried cum on her face, on her thighs, and inside her. She kissed the sleeping Daniel on his cheek, hoping that it was the last time they’d do this. Guilt and panic set in. She couldn’t have a white baby.

The hallways were cold as she slipped out of Daniel’s room and bounced down the stairs, holding her new boobs firmly to keep them from jarring around. She found her clothes in the dark living room and dressed. She then stole out of the house just as the sunrise lightened the eastern sky. She needed to hurry home and shower before Maxamed awoke. She would also need to somehow explain her new body and seduce him, so that his sperm would have a fighting chance in case she was fertile. As she walked to her car, she counted the days. She thought it was probably a safe time of month for her, but still she worried. She worried about all of it. And increasingly, she wondered how she would find her way out of this spider web the house had set around her.



 

Chapter 13

A cool autumn breeze blew yellow and red leaves through the air, rustling gently as they passed Daniel down the sidewalk. Daniel’s shoulders tensed as he turned down his brother’s street. A pit formed in his stomach as he imagined Brad’s truck parked in the driveway. But it wasn’t there.

Daniel walked up the drive, down the little path to the front door, and knocked.

“Danny!” Penelope squealed when she opened the door. “I’m so happy to see you. Come in.” She wanted to play it cool with her brother-in-law, but that wasn’t as easy as it sounded. A great big, bright smile wouldn’t leave her face. She wiped her palms on her yoga pants to remove the sweat. “Want something to drink?”

“Actually, I was thinking ...” Daniel stepped inside and she closed the door behind them. She watched him closely with expectant, blue eyes. “I want to … um …” He reached up and pushed back his messy, blond hair. “Do you want to go back to the mansion? We could spend some time there.”

“What’s wrong?” Her smile fell. “Brad won’t be back anytime soon, I promise.”

“It’s not that.” He didn’t want to tell her the truth. That a ghost had asked him to have sex with her back at the Palmer House. Despite what they’d already done, he didn’t think that would fly. “It’s just, I think it’d be exciting to … do stuff … in my room.”

“Are your parents home?”

“Yeah, but they’ll never know. It’s a big place.” Again, he didn’t add that a ghost would help keep their noises concealed from the rest of the house while they fucked like bunnies.

“You really want to do this?” Penelope raised an eyebrow, hoping he’d say no. She restlessly adjusted her blouse and looked down into his sweet eyes. She’d waited all weekend for this moment, of course she was going to do whatever he asked. But she had to try to keep him at her place. She wasn’t a teenager anymore to be sneaking behind the backs of her boyfriend’s parents. Good God, she now thought of Daniel as her boyfriend.

“Yes, please.”

“Okay, sure. Not a problem. If it’s what you really want.” She grabbed her purse and car keys and shepherded him into the garage. “But don’t expect me to do this all the time. It’s a little crazy. Even for this ....” She kissed him on the cheek. “This thing we have, whatever it is.”

About a half hour later, Penelope sat cross-legged on Daniel’s bed making eyes at him. She really felt like an awkward teenage girlfriend at that moment, sending all the signals for him to make a move. She’d had many moments like this over at some boy’s house years ago. Some of those moments, in fact, were with Brad in a different Anderson home. Her heart beat fast and her palms clammed up. Was she really so close to feeling that amazing cock again? Was it really as good as she remembered?

“And Cassini went right past Ceres here.” Daniel stood by his space exploration poster and was pointing out the various probe courses. He never had girls in his room and it was fun to show off his interests.

“Uh huh.” Penelope nodded her head and smiled.

“Of course, it was on its way to Saturn.” He traced its voyage with his index finger.

“Of course.” She was growing impatient. This boy liked to make her wait.

“Speaking of Saturn –”

“Danny?” Penelope gave him a mock grumpy look and put her fists on her hips as she gazed up at him from the bed. “Get over here.”

“Oh, okay.” Daniel hopped on the bed and let Penelope remove his shirt. “Sorry about that.” She gave him little kisses on his meager chest. “It’s just, I get excited about … oh …” He watched her head move lower and lower and he felt her tugging off his pants and underwear. “That feels … really good.” She swallowed his dickhead and quickly worked him deeper and deeper down her throat. Daniel praised God for the invention of yoga pants. The flare of her hip as she leaned over was perfect. Of course, it would be even better without the pants.

Penelope gagged a little and reached for Daniel’s enormous balls. Her fingers curled around them. Such powerful, precious things. And she felt powerful holding them. Before all this insanity started, she never would have believed she could deep-throat a dick, especially one as monstrous as Daniel’s. But the teenager had a way about him, and she wanted to do whatever she could to make him feel good.

A little while later, Daniel stripped his sister-in-law and placed her on her back on the bed. She spread her legs for him, showing off her gorgeous, blonde pussy. It was spectacular, but it wasn’t what Daniel had in mind. “Put your legs together.”

“But you won’t be able to reach if I do that.” She closed her legs and let him mount her with his knees on either side of her thighs. “Ooooohhhhhhh.” She looked down past the rolling hills of her boobs and watched him stick it in her. “I was wrong … ugh … you can reach from there … so deep.” She had to stop thinking about what was possible with Brad in mind. Daniel had changed the paradigm. “Oh … God … it hits a spot … like that … oooohhhhhhhh.” She was already cumming.

“I wanna try something new.” Daniel then spread her legs and put his hands under her, cupping her butt cheeks.

“That … wasn’t new?” Penelope looked on in shock as he pulled her upright, and then carried her off the bed, still speared on his dick. She circled her arms behind his neck as he stood next to his bed, holding her up in the air. “How … uuugggghhhhhh …” She felt his hands clutching her butt as he pulled her up that long cock and back down. She was so open and exposed to him like that. “How are you … lifting me? I’m so much … bigger than you.” She hated to admit it, but she did outweigh the teenager by a lot. Especially since her boobs had grown.

“I’ve … been … working … out.” Daniel bounced her on his dick in the air and watched her eyes roll back in her head. It wasn’t a believable answer, but Daniel didn’t think she was listening to him anymore anyway.

Penelope’s boobs shook and rocked back and forth. Her head rolled side to side. “Daaaannnnyyyyyyyyy.” Her brother-in-law gave Penelope her first orgasm while being carried by a man. He was giving her so many firsts.

A couple hours later, Penelope rode Daniel backwards with her knees up and her feet planted on the bed. Each stroke was so ridiculously long. When she looked down between her sweaty, hanging boobs, she could see her belly bulging every time she hit bottom. She felt like a sex goddess. They were sex gods. This was a religion that spoke to her with more force than anything she’d ever learned in church.

Daniel slapped her left butt cheek and listened to the little cry of pleasure Penelope made in response. He decided to try some of Eloise’s dirty talk on Penelope. “Are you … a slut, Pen?” He slapped her again, and enjoyed the red handprint on her pale butt.

“Ugh … ugh … ugh … I didn’t think so … until you … showed me your cock, Danny.” She moved her hands in the air, unsure where to put them. Eventually she gave up, and just held her hands out above her shoulders, her fingers making odd gestures, her ring bright and obvious on her left hand. “But now … I’ll be your slut, Danny. I’m a slut … only … uh … uh … uh … for you.”

“Really?” Daniel hadn’t expected that answer. He looked at the frothy mess on his dick from their combined cum. He admired the wiggly way her hips moved and the way her thighs tensed with her effort. She was right. She was a slut. And she was his. He had her now in a way Brad never had. “What about Brad?”

Penelope looked over her shoulder at Daniel with an expression that contained either pain, or lust, or both. “I love Brad. But … but … but … ooooohhhhhhhh.” She shook and came on that magic dick again.

The thought that she was cumming on him while thinking about his stupid brother sent Daniel over the edge. “I’m cummmminnnngggg.” He unloaded his balls in her tight pussy for the third and final time.

A minute later, she shuddered, leaned forward, and kissed him on his sweaty thigh. “There is … nothing else … like that.” She rolled off him, turned around, and they lay shoulder to shoulder panting. She turned her head to look at his youthful face. She was smiling like an idiot. Penelope gave up trying to play it cool. “When do you want to … get together again?”

“Later this week?” Daniel sighed and gave her left boob a friendly little smack. “We don’t want … Brad to figure out what we’re up to.”

“Right.” Penelope nodded and pulled herself off the bed. The thought of Brad catching them sobered her up a little. They both dressed, and Daniel led her back to the front door. She could hear Julie working in the kitchen as they passed the main hall. Penelope didn’t know what she’d do if her in-laws caught her. Say she was tutoring Daniel? But no one stopped her, and soon she was driving home with a great big, stupid grin on her face.

~~

“Pen, why isn’t dinner ready?” Brad dropped his work jacket on the dining room table and looked around the dark kitchen. There was no reply so he walked around the house until he found his wife stepping out of the shower in the upstairs bathroom. “Pen? Dinner?” He had to admit, even if she was on her way to being a fatty, she looked damn good at the moment.

“Oh, hello, Bradley.” Penelope smiled at him. In fact, she couldn’t stop smiling. “I’m sorry, I’m running a little late. I’ll throw something in the microwave.” She snatched a towel and dried off.

“Okay.” Brad nodded. It was good to see how happy she was to see him, but something about that smile unsettled him. He looked around the bathroom and noticed her little circle of pills sitting under some makeup on the bathroom counter. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Are you taking your pills? That case hasn’t moved in a while.”

“Well, aren’t you observant.” Her smile faded. “Um … I switched to a different kind of pill, so I don’t need those anymore.” Panic set in. She had forgotten to take them. How could she forget something like that? She counted her cycle days in her head.

“Good. Because we’re not starting a family until it’s time.”

“When will it be time?” Penelope finished counting. It might already be time.

“When we’re ready.” He reached a hand out to her and took her by the wrist. “Dinner can wait, I want to spend some time with my wife.” Brad led her to their bed. While they fucked that night, her pussy felt extra wet and sloppy to him. He figured she was just happy to see him.

~~

“What’s wrong, pumpkin.” Julie found her daughter in the main living room. She was sitting on the sofa and trying to read, but it was clear she’d been crying.

“It’s just …” Brittney looked up at her mother with tears in her eyes. “Ted and I broke up.”

“Oh, sweetie.” Julie sat next to Brittney and patter her thigh.

Brittney put her head on Julie’s shoulder and then melted into a hug. Sometimes she just needed a little TLC from her sweet mother.

“Tell me about it.” Julie stroked her daughter’s long, brown hair with one hand and hugged her around the shoulders with her other.

“Things were going good.” Brittney sniffled. “And then he started acting so crazy. And he said he saw Danny do something horrible. Which wasn’t true. And I told him to shove it.”

Julie’s blood froze. “What … um … what did he say about Danny?” Her hand stopped in her daughter’s hair.

“He said that he saw Danny having sex in our house with a woman.” Brittney wiped her tears on her mom’s dress and nuzzled into her side.

“What woman exactly?” Had Ted somehow seen Daniel with Julie. That would be a disaster of biblical proportions.

“I don’t know. Some black woman. Does it matter? It isn’t true. Danny’s a virgin.”

“Did the woman have a hijab?” She stroked Brittney’s hair, slower this time. “You know, a head scarf?”

“I know what a hijab is, Mom. Mrs. Samatar wears one.” Brittney craned her neck and looked up at her mother. “Why do you ask? Do you think Ted was telling the truth?”

“No, no.” Julie shook her head and caressed Brittney’s smooth cheek. She looked into Brittney’s eyes and did her best to lie. “Our Daniel would never do something like that. Ted is a bad apple, Britt. You deserve better.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Brittney snuggled into Julie’s side again and sighed. Her tears dried up. “There’s plenty more fish in the sea. Right?”

“Right, pumpkin.”

~~

A clock struck eleven somewhere in the house. “Before I take care of this.” Julie squeezed Daniel’s thick penis. She sat on the edge of the tub in Daniel’s bathroom and looked up at her naked son. “I have a question.” She didn’t mean to, but her hands started moving along the shaft. She could feel his protruding veins under her fingertips. She wanted to keep his focus on the conversation, but it was just such a nice penis. So hard not to play with when it was right in front of her.

“What’s up, Mom?” Daniel looked down at Julie and reveled in the sight. She wore that powder blue corset and chemise for him. She looked lovely. The corset pressed her cleavage together and accentuated her curves.

“Well …” Julie looked down at his thing, and then back up to his blue eyes. “Have you been having sex with other women? You promised me that you and Penelope wouldn’t happen again, and I trust you. But other women?”

“Um …” He didn’t want to lie. “In 2 Samuel 12, God says to David I anointed you king over Israel, and I delivered you from the hand of Saul. I have given you your master's house and your master's wives into your bosom. King David had eight wives, Mom.”

“So, that’s a yes?” Julie wanted to take a firm stand with her eighteen-year-old son, but that was hard to do that while she pleasured him with her hands. She should have had this conversation elsewhere. But it was a private conversation, and anywhere the two found privacy these days her hands found his monster.

“Sorry, Mom.” Daniel nodded. He figured he wasn’t going to get in too much trouble, the way Julie stared at his dick.

“Well, I did say you could try out other women.” Julie sighed and her face inched toward the flared head as she worked him. “Was it a girl from school?”

“No.”

“Was it a black woman?” Julie knew Brittney’s ex-boyfriend had been telling the truth.

“Mrs. Samatar.” Daniel put his hand on the back of Julie’s brown hair, but she resisted his gentle push toward his dick.

“How is that even possible?” Julie licked some precum off him. “She’s married. And … her religion and everything.”

“My winning personality?” Daniel flexed his penis in her hands.

“I’ll get you some of those condoms we talked about.” She breathed in deeply, his scent was so disarming. “Until then …” She finally let the pressure from his hand guide her mouth onto his penis. She sucked eagerly. A little while later, she rose, lifted her chemise, dropped her panties, and put her hands on the edge of the sink. “Go ahead, Danny.”

“Remember what you said about your butt?” Daniel got behind her.

“Yes, I remember.” She grabbed a little bottle she’d brought with her into the bathroom and reached behind her to hand it to Daniel. “Use this oil.”

“Why do you have lube, Mom?” Daniel squeezed some out and spread it all over his dick.

“Sometimes, my vagina doesn’t respond to your father the way it used to.” She felt him place his penis at her rear entrance. She was tense with expectation. “So, your father and I use that oil to … ow … ow, ow, ow.” She had never felt so invaded and stretched. Her poor butthole strained as he sank into her. She willed herself to relax. “Is it all the way … in?”

“Almost.” Daniel basked in the glorious sight of his mom giving him her ass. She’d told George never in a million years, and yet she’d given it up to Daniel in a few days. The whole thing was spectacular. “There, it’s in.”

“Go … ow … ow … slowly, pumpkin.” Julie’s knuckles turned white on the edge of the sink. She looked up into the mirror and wondered at the sight of this hedonistic woman surrendering to her infidelity.

“Okay.” Daniel accelerated gradually, until he was humping her with about half his normal ferocity. Her butt squeezed his dick perfectly. “How’s … uh … uh … that, Mom? Does it hurt?”

“No. It … ugh … ugh … doesn’t hurt.” Julie’s own words surprised her. But she was correct. In fact, a completely new kind of pleasure had started emanating from her once tight butthole. “Oh, gosh. You’re doing me … doing my … Oh, my … It feels good, Danny. Really, really good.” The Julie Anderson in the mirror looked like a wild harlot, humping her rump back at her own skinny son. Her hair fell about her face and she grimaced as a powerful orgasm swept through her. She knew in the future she’d give him her backside anytime he asked.

They humped like that for a good long while. Neither of them noticed Eloise open the bathroom door a crack and check in on them. The redheaded woman wore a long nightgown and cradled her pregnant, swollen belly. She watched for a few minutes and then closed the door.

“Mom … I’m going to cum … in your butt.” Daniel smashed into his mother with long powerful strokes.

“Yes … yes … please.” Julie heard his soft grunts and then felt the first splash of heat inside her. “Oooohhhhhh.” She had her third anal orgasm as Daniel unloaded in her. It was pure magic.

When he finished, Daniel pulled out of her with a plop. He watched the cum run from her asshole. “It’s beautiful, Mom.”

“Really?” Julie stayed bent over for him, since he seemed to like what he was seeing. “I thought it might be … gross or something.”

“It’s perfect.” He gave her butt a light slap to let her know he was done.

“Thanks, sweetie.” Julie took off the lingerie, and they got in the shower and cleaned each other off. Then they both returned to their respective bedrooms.

~~

In Julie’s dream, she fed and fed Eloise Palmer. She prepped, cooked, and presented meal after meal. The pregnant woman sat at Julie’s dining table and ate but was always hungry for more. Eloise would finish a steak, or some blanched greens, dab her pink lips with a napkin, and say, “More, please.”

Always more. The larder ran low on provisions. Soon, Julie would need to go to the neighbors to see what they had to offer. Julie’s bustled dress rustled as she moved hurriedly around the kitchen. She could hear Eloise’s belly grumble with hunger. Julie needed to prepare more food. Soon, the whole kitchen shook with Eloise’s hunger.

“Wake up, Mrs. Anderson.” Eloise stood over the sleeping beauty in the master bedroom. She shook Julie on the shoulder. “Hurry.”

“What?” Julie woke from the dream, shot up in bed, and looked around with wide eyes. The whole bedroom shook. She could hear the metallic rattling of the bedside lamp as a rumbling moved through the house. She saw Eloise and automatically pulled the sheet up over her exposed boobs.

“Your children are in danger.” Eloise’s pale face had none of its usual warmth. She looked frightened. “Your daughter caught the interest of Frederick when she allowed that boy inside her. Hurry.” She offered her left hand to Julie and the housewife took it.

“My husband?” Julie looked over at George as he snored next to her, oblivious to the chaos in the house.

“Frederick has no interest in him.” Eloise nodded earnestly even though it was not the full truth. “Come quickly.”

“Right.” Without thinking, Julie rose from bed, clasped hands with Eloise, and rushed out into the hall. “What do we do?” She could feel the quaking vibrations travel through the hardwood floor with her bare toes.

“Go to your daughter’s room, Julie.” Eloise led her down the hall. “There is a sachet from the Samatars by the door. Lock the door behind you and bar it with the sachet.”

“What about Danny?” Julie held her boobs with her free arm as they walked quickly.

“I will protect your son.” Eloise waddled a bit with her pregnant belly, but she moved surprisingly fast.

“Really?” But Julie knew it was true. They passed the railing to the grand stairway and a black shadow rose toward them from the floor below. Julie couldn’t spot the shadow’s source, but the penumbra had a masculine aspect and a malevolent bearing.

“And she invites the vile seed into her very bed.” A dark booming voice called up from below. It was Frederick. “Villainy.”

Julie didn’t wait to see the shadow’s source. She ran faster. Clad only in her panties, the house’s midnight chill seemed to clutch at her bare skin.

“Do not deviate.” Eloise gave Julie’s hand a squeeze and a little spark moved between them. The women parted outside Daniel’s door. Eloise slipped into his bedroom, and Julie lunged up the stairs to the east tower.

“I will drive these sins from you, woman.” Frederick’s voice followed Julie.

Julie opened Brittney’s door, stepped through, and locked it behind her. She found the sachet and went to lift it, but it felt like a bowling ball. Heavy footfalls sounded on the stairs outside the door. Julie bent her legs, strained herself, and dragged the sachet in front of the door. Panting with excursion and fear, she stood there for a moment as the heavy, lumbering gait grew louder and then stopped.

“King David had eight wives.” Frederick hissed through the door’s solid wood planks. Clearly, he was just on the other side of the door now. The house continued to shake. “And his son, Solomon, had 700 and 300 concubines. They were not men of God.” A loud bang rattled the door.

“Oh, no.” Julie turned and ran to her daughter’s bed. She dove under the blankets and hugged Brittney close. Another bang shook the door. The house’s quake subsided. The presence outside the door grew quiet. Soon, all seemed normal.

“Mom?” Brittney opened her eyes in bewilderment at finding her naked mother under the covers with her. “What’s going on?”

“It’s okay, pumpkin.” Julie hugged her daughter against her breasts. “Go back to sleep. I’m just keeping an eye on you tonight.” She trembled as her fear and adrenaline subsided.

“Okay.” Brittney’s mind was slow with sleep. It was weird having her mom in bed with her, but it was also cozy. She drifted back to sleep in Julie’s arms.

~~

The masonry around the fireplace in Daniel’s room gave a loud crack as the mansion trembled. Daniel sat wide-eyed in bed. Relief washed over him when Eloise walked through his door and closed it behind her.

“Quick, into the fireplace passageway.” She moved across the bedroom, her large belly swaying before her. She moved to the fireplace, flipped a switch, and the hearth swiveled open.

“What’s going on?” Daniel wanted to ask about her pregnancy, but it clearly wasn’t the time. He got out of bed and felt the cold floor with the bare soles of his feet as he raced toward Eloise.

“Frederick is cross with your sister.” Eloise beckoned him, her freckled face half lit with silver moonlight. “But I do not anticipate a confrontation this time.”

“Is Britt okay?”

“Yes.” Eloise nodded. “I sent your mother to watch over her. Along with one of the Samatar sachets.”

“Good. Are we going to the basement again?” Daniel stepped into the black entryway and shivered at the cold. He was glad for his flannel pajamas. He hugged himself tight against the chill that emanated from those secret stairs.

“Not this time, dearie. But don’t worry, you’ll be safe.” She did not follow him into the black. Instead she flipped a switch, and the hearth swiveled to shut him in.

“Mrs. Palmer?” Daniel felt around the cold stone in the dark. “Eloise?” He raised his voice and banged on the wall, but got no answer. There was a faint light behind him. He turned and waited, trying to make out what the light was. After a time, he cautiously walked toward it, one hand on the wall for guidance. He felt with each step for the stairs, but they never came. Instead, his toes touched something warm, and grainy. Daniel looked down in confusion. Sand? He looked up and the world was suddenly bathed in warm light.

Stretching out before him, a long sandy beach arched against some unknown coastline. Ahead of Daniel, a wooden bench sat in the sand. A flock of ducks waddled around the bench, quite out of place on the sunny beach. Even more out of place, a man in a tweed suit sat on the bench and tossed bread to the ducks. Daniel couldn’t see the man’s face. His hair was blond, longish, and combed in an old-fashioned sweep to the side.

“Excuse me?” Daniel walked over the uneven sand, wiggling his toes in the warmth. “Where am I?” Daniel stepped around the bench and looked down at the man.

“You are in the stairway, of course. It’s your home.” The man smiled up at Daniel with a kindly face. He had deep gray eyes and a noble, if somewhat faded, demeanor. “Which is also my house, not coincidentally.”

“Who are you?” Daniel took in the man’s finely crafted suit and the brown paper bag of bread crumbs the man held on his lap.

“I am Day Star. Also called Son of the Morning.” Day Star smiled helpfully. He tossed some more bread to the gathered ducks that waddled around. “Such lovely creatures. Do you know their mating habits?”

“No.” Daniel shook his head. “I don’t think you’re supposed to feed them bread. It’s bad for their stomachs or something.”

“We’ve only just met and you’re already giving me rules.” Day Star’s smile faded. “Humans.” He shook his head. “But I suppose you’re right.” He folded up the bag and put it beside him on the bench. He then stretched his arms and stood. “Come, walk with me.” Day Star had a slight frame and stood a few inches shorter than Daniel. He meandered down the beach.

“What’s wrong with rules? Rules are good.” Daniel jogged to catch up with him and fell into step a few feet to Day Star’s right. “And I know the Latin for Day Star.”

“Of course you do.” Day Star nodded. “You’re a smart boy. Now, why did you bring me all this way to your secret stairway?”

“I didn’t bring you here.” Daniel looked up as they passed under some coconut trees. Up ahead, there was a makeshift shelter made from broken fiberglass and wood.

“No?” Day Star shrugged. “Well, since we’re here on this lovely beach, we might as well get to know each other.”

“Will you answer my questions honestly?” Daniel regarded Day Star carefully. “You have a reputation for … um … prevarication.”

“That’s a very nice way to put it. Don’t worry, I love questions, Daniel. And I respect those with the courage to ask them.” He glanced at Daniel with an appraising look. “I was banished from my home for asking too many questions. I wouldn’t want to be a hypocrite.”

“I made the deal with you, didn’t I?” Daniel eyed the shelter as they passed. There was a firepit outside half covered in sand. The place looked abandoned.

Day Star laughed, a bright clear sound. “Yes, indeed. Eloise Palmer is my friend and partner.”

“And now you own my soul or something?” For the first time, Daniel felt some fear around this little man.

“No, no, no.” Day Star shook his head. “Souls are beyond me. They’re beyond Him, too, you know. He didn’t create all this like he’d have you believe. He wandered into it. He’s a sad little man sitting on a hill, yelling at humanity to love him. Vanity is His biggest flaw.”

“Yours too, right?” Daniel stepped a little to his right and walked into the lapping waves. The cool water felt so good.

“Maybe.” Day Star nodded. “Jesus said that he who lives by the sword, dies by the sword. And Jesus was a carpenter who died nailed to some lumber.” A sad smile flitted across Day Star’s face. “By that logic, I will surely die breaking a rule. But it will be well worth it. There are too many people telling us what to do, Daniel. It is up to us to decide what’s right and make what we deserve.”

“What do you get out of our deal?” Daniel looked out over the horizon and was surprised to see the reds and purples of a setting sun. It had been midday just minutes before.

“Did you not hear how I feel about His rules?” Day Star arched an eyebrow. “You know, He breaks his own rules all the time. Hypocrisy is easy from atop the hill.” Day Star stopped their walk and looked at Daniel. “Our time is up. Nice talk. Thank you for the questions.”

“Wait.” Daniel stepped toward him. “I have more questions.” But even as he said it, the beach faded and he found himself walking out of the fireplace in his room. He looked around, but he was alone. The menacing sounds of Frederick had turned to silence. Daniel checked his door, to make sure it was locked, and then climbed back into bed. He found that his pajama bottoms were wet around the cuffs, so he took them off and tossed them on the floor. He lay awake the rest of the night, thinking about his conversation with Day Star. Or, in the Latin, Lucifer.

~~

It was still dark outside when Julie woke in Brittney’s bed. She was under the covers, laying on her side, and felt the most wonderful feeling in her right breast. As she came to her senses, she realized that she was still holding her daughter tightly, and there was a faint smacking sound nearby. Was her …? It couldn’t be. Was her daughter sucking on her nipple?

“Mmmmmmmmmm.” Brittney sighed. Her mother’s milk was so sweet and warm, she gulped it down as she suckled from Julie’s right boob.

“Britt?” Julie cradled Brittney’s head in her hands. She was holding her there and abetting this perverted act, but she couldn’t let her go. “Not you, too. You have to stop, sweetie.” She didn’t want Brittney to stop. That would be a terrible loss.

Brittney took her mouth off the nipple and licked the underside of Julie’s boob. “It’s just a dream, Mom. Don’t worry about it. You don’t have milk in real life anymore.”

“This isn’t a dream.” Julie reached for her other boob and squeezed her own nipple. Her fingers came away wet. “I do have milk. How is this possible?”

“It’s magic,” Brittney said dreamily. She lowered her mouth and went back to sucking her mom’s tit. “Mmmmmmmmmm.”

“Oh, pumpkin.” Julie cradled Brittney against her and cooed. Feeding her eighteen-year-old daughter that way was another step in her journey with perfidy, but it felt so right. They cuddled under the covers and Brittney rhythmically sucked. Eventually, the girl’s hand meandered across the gentle curve of her mom’s belly. “Britt, what are you doing?”

“Mph mmm mph mph.” Brittney’s words were unintelligent.

“No. You can’t.” Julie felt Brittney’s fingers slide under Julie’s panties and move past her triangle of hair. “You really can’t do … oooooohhhhhhhh.” A new pleasure surged through Julie as Brittney’s finger slipped inside her wet vagina. “Sweetie … nnnnooooooooooo …” But Julie hunched her hips back and forth as the finger worked her.

Brittney spit the nipple out of her mouth, but kept fingering her mother. “This feels real. This isn’t a dream, is it?” She wanted to stop, but she couldn’t find the will. “Are we …?” She felt her mom trembling. “Are you going to …? Then she felt Julie convulse and squeal and Julie’s vagina contracted around her finger. She had just given her mom an orgasm. Brittney’s own pussy was incredibly wet. This was so much hotter than anything she’d done with Ted. Her mother was so soft, warm, and pliable. She tried to regain her composure. “I’m sorry, Mom.” It was an awkward thing to say with one’s finger in another’s pussy. “I thought this was a dream, and …” She felt Julie’s delicate hand move inside her pajama bottoms and under Brittney’s panties. “Ooohhh, Mom.” Brittney shivered as two of Julie’s fingers massaged Brittney’s clit in little circles.

“Drink some more, sweetie.” With one hand she pressed Brittney’s mouth back to her breast, with her other, she stimulated her daughter’s clitoris. “Just a little more, and then we’ll stop.”

“Mmmmpphhhh.” Brittney gulped down more milk, and her hand went back to work on her mom’s pussy. She inserted another finger. And then another. She plunged them in and out while Julie rubbed Brittney’s pussy. “Oppphhhhh Mmmmoooommmppphhh.” Brittney groaned around the nipple in her mouth. Her nerve endings sparked with the first orgasm given to her by someone else. Improbably, her own mother.

The Anderson women fingered each other for over an hour, before they removed their hands from each other’s pussies and snuggled in closer together. Brittney went to sleep with her mouth clamped on Julie’s breast, just as she had some eighteen years before. Julie cooed and shushed her to sleep, cradling her in her arms. She was right back where she started with her daughter. She knew this would have to be one-time thing, but she loved that moment with all her heart.

~~

Julie woke just before dawn and snuck out of Brittney’s bed as her daughter dreamed away. She tip-toed through the cold room and bent down to move the sachet. It was hard work getting it out of the way, but she managed. She checked outside the door for any looming shadows. The stairs were empty. Quiet pervaded the house.

Naked, but for her panties, she walked the long walk of shame down the hall back to her bedroom. She had somehow corrupted both her twins. At least with Brittney, it wasn’t too late to turn back. With Daniel, there was nothing she could do.

The sheets were cold on her side of the bed as she slipped in. She rested her hand over her eyes and could faintly smell her daughter’s sex. Julie moved her hand below the blanket. She was too tired to get up and wash her hands. George snored next to her, and Julie closed her eyes. Maybe she would find a way to rein in the relationships that were careening all about her life. Maybe.

 

Chapter 14

“What happened to you?” Maxamed eyed his naked wife. She was in the middle of seducing him, which was an oddity, and now her body had clearly changed. Sometime in the last few days, her breasts had expanded dramatically. Maxamed crossed his arms over his naked chest as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’ve been eating more.” Khadra didn’t know how she had hoped it would go the first time he saw her naked after she’d taken that accursed deal, but it wasn’t this. “That is all.”

“Do not lie to me, woman.” Maxamed squinted his dark eyes.

“Sorry.” Khadra put her arm over her large breasts. Those boobs felt so out of place on her chest. “I believe it was the house. The Anderson boy is possessed by a demon.”

“Who?”

“Daniel,” Khadra squeaked.

“Did he touch you?” Maxamed raised his voice.

“No, no.” Khadra stepped over to her closet and pulled out a long robe. She wrapped herself. There was no way she’d tell Maxamed the real situation. That she was trying to seduce her own husband to give his seed a fighting chance against that eighteen-year-old’s sperm inside her. “But the last time we were there he looked at me in an unnatural way, and then this.” She waved her hands at the slope of her robe over her round breasts.

“Are you sure it’s him?”

“Yes, husband.” Khadra nodded with solemnity.

“Then something must be done.” Maxamed got off the bed and put on his own robe.

“Maybe we should leave it be.” Khadra was glad he’d put something on. She used to think his manhood a mighty rod, but now she mostly felt sorry for her husband.

“And leave you like this?” Maxamed shook his head. “I will not have demons playing with my wife’s body. Who knows what else they would do to you? No, we will drive the demon from that boy. And from our lives.”

~~

“Morning, Mom,” Brittney mumbled when she found Julie making breakfast in the kitchen.

“Goodness, Brit, you startled me.” Julie stopped what she was doing, turned her head, and stared at her slender daughter. “Look, we have to talk about last night.”

“Can I get another bowl of cereal?” Daniel yelled in from the dining room.

“I don’t want to talk, Mom.” Brittney looked down at her socks. The thought of having a heart to heart about what happened mortified her. Even worse, all she could think about now that she was near Julie again was how much she wanted to squeeze her mom’s breasts. Good God, she really wanted to devour Julie’s sweet milk. Brittney wondered if Julie’s boobs were leaking milk right then. She winced at the thought. She needed to have purer thoughts.

“We’re going to talk, young lady.” Julie grabbed Brittney’s hand and led her out through the dining room. “Can you serve yourself, Danny? I can’t get you more breakfast right now,” Julie said.

“Well, yeah.” Daniel eyed them as they raced by. “Where’s the fire?”

“Brit and I just need to have a talk about boy troubles.” Julie flashed a stiff smile at Daniel and led Brittney out of the room and down the hall. She turned into the library and closed the door behind them. A dim, cool light filled the room as the sun worked its way over the horizon.

“Look, I thought I was dreaming. Okay?” Brittney tried to strike a defiant tone, but she found her gaze glued to Julie’s enormous boobs. Even under the ridiculously large sweatshirt her mother wore, her boobs stood out proudly. “I … I … just …”

“Eyes up here.” Julie pointed to her own eyes. Had she ever been ogled like this by another woman? She certainly didn’t remember it. And her own daughter, too.

“Mom … I … can’t …” Brittney’s eyes didn’t leave her mom’s chest. She took a step toward her mother and tugged nervously at the hem of her dress. “… stop thinking … about …”

“Stop it this instant, Brit.” Julie tried to look stern. “Listen to me, young lady.”

“It wasn’t like anything else I’ve ever tasted.” Brittney’s gaze flitted up to her mom’s face for an instant and then dropped back down. “Could I have one more taste, Mom? I mean, you used to feed me all the time when I was a baby. You probably had Danny and me one on each boob, right?”

“No. I mean, yes I did, but no. Let’s just talk about what happened. We can’t –” Julie sucked in her breath as her lithe, eighteen-year-old daughter deftly lifted Julie’s oversized sweatshirt and slid her head under. Julie felt a line of soft, little kisses work their way up her belly. Warm fingers grabbed her bra cups and pulled them down. Then she felt her daughter’s lips lock on her left boob. “Oooooohhhhhhh, sweetie.” Her hands involuntarily moved behind Brittney and pressed her warmth into her. “Wait … your father will be down in a minute. He’ll come looking for me.” But the gentle rhythmic sucking felt too good to stop. So, Julie just held her and let her drink. They stood like that for several minutes in the brightening room.

“Mmmmppphhhhhh.” Brittney, under the sweatshirt, guzzled the milk that flowed freely from the nipple in her mouth. She snaked her hands farther under Julie’s shirt and grabbed each tit. She squeezed the soft, heavy flesh in time with each gulp. She could get used to this. What would it be like to have this for breakfast every day? So sweet and filling. She felt her mom move backwards, and Brittney moved with her.

Julie sat down on the sofa and let Brittney snuggle up in her lap, with her legs curled and tucked by Julie’s right thigh.

“Jules?” George’s voice came muffled through the door as he walked down the hall. “Where are you, Jules?”

With a good deal of reluctance, Julie pulled Brittney off her boob and moved her from under the sweatshirt. “That was …” Julie sighed. “… really nice. But we have to stop. Your father is looking for me.”

“Right.” Brittney nodded, her face lit by a satisfied half-smile. She had milk on her small chin. “You’re the best mom in the whole world. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, pumpkin.” Julie didn’t know whether to reprimand her daughter, or promise her more milk at a later time. So, she did neither. Julie pulled them to their feet, straightened out her bra, and walked to the door. She opened it and stuck her head out. “What is it, George?”

“There you are.” George turned to them, standing at the foot of the stairs. He looked lost. “I’m going to need your help in the spare bedroom upstairs. What were you two doing?”

“Just having a heart to heart with Brit.” Julie cleared her throat and walked down the hallway with Brittney by her side. “Girl stuff.”

Brittney kept her eyes cast down. Seeing her father hammered home just how wrong it was to suckle her mother. And what they’d done last night with their hands? Had she made her mom cheat on her dad? She was pretty sure having another person’s fingers in your pussy was cheating.

“Oh, cool.” George looked at his daughter. He could tell she was in one of her teenage moods. “You have a little milk on your chin, Brit. You’re always rushing through breakfast.” He took a rag from his pocket and wiped off Brittney’s chin. His daughter glared at him. “What?” George shrugged. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ve been cleaning milk off that pretty face of yours since you were a baby.”

“Just stop it, Dad.” Tears welled in Brittney’s eyes and she rushed past her father.

George watched her go, mystified. “What’s with her?”

“Um … boyfriend troubles.” Julie patted George’s shoulder. She’d cheated on her poor, unsuspecting husband with both twins now. She really hoped church was wrong about the whole hell thing. “She’ll be alright.” She kissed him on the cheek and moved back to toward the kitchen. “Let me get the kids off to school, and then I’ll join you in the spare bedroom.”

“Sounds good.” George scratched his head and then wandered off toward the basement to collect some tools.

~~

“Wow, Mom, your tits look great.” Daniel gazed lovingly down at his mom as she kneeled on the bathroom floor and stroked his dick between her boobs. With a hand under each tit, she pressed them together and moved them up and down.

“Language, Danny.” Julie looked up at her son and smiled when she saw the blissful expression on his face. Like any mother, she just wanted her children to be happy. “And keep it quiet.” She didn’t think Daniel had noticed the milk slowly dribbling from her nipples. At least, he hadn’t said anything about it. Julie considered that her breasts, now rubbing against that magnificent penis, had been in her daughter’s hands and mouth just minutes ago. And the night before, when Brittney and had sucked her and they’d played with each other’s privates, Daniel’s semen had been deep in her butt. How had it come to this? “Hurry up now, Danny. You need to leave for the bus soon.”

“Almost … there … Mom.”

“That’s what you said five minutes ago.” Julie could see Daniel start to tremble. “Oh. Good boy. Let it all out.” She let go of her breasts and sucked his penis into her mouth. She gulped down spurt after forceful spurt of hot, salty seed. Goodness, the Andersons had been drinking a lot of each other lately.

When his orgasm subsided, Daniel wiped some sweaty hair off Julie’s forehead. “You’re the best mom in the whole world.” He sighed, stood, and dressed.

Julie stayed on her knees looking up at him. Her daughter had said the same thing to her not long ago. Maybe all this crazy sex wasn’t so bad for the family. Maybe she could navigate it and forge a better relationship with her children. The salty taste of Daniel’s sperm was still strong on her tongue when she dressed, splashed some water on her face, and kissed Daniel on the cheek. “Do good in school today.”

“I will.”

“Good boy.” Julie opened the door and checked down the hall both ways. “The coast is clear. Off you go.” She slapped him on his skinny butt and sent him on his way. She followed him down the hall, readjusting her bra and dress. Daniel grabbed his backpack and raced out the front door.

“Bye, Mom.” Brittney walked with her eyes down. She shot past Julie and grabbed her own backpack.

“Bye, pumpkin. Be good.” Julie called after her daughter.

Brittney gave her mother a half-wave and closed the front door on her way out.

“We’ll figure this out.” Julie sighed. She turned and walked up the stairs. She needed to help her husband.

~~

One of Daniel’s bedroom windows stood open. Khadra thought that odd as she looked up at the evil house in the starlight. She shivered and zipped her jacket up all the way. The autumn night was too cold for open windows. She squeezed the pebble in her hand and aimed for one of his closed windows. She leaned back and tossed it overhand. On the third try, a pebble clanked off his window. On the seventh try, Daniel looked out to see who was throwing rocks at his room.

“Mrs. Samatar? I –” Daniel stared out into the dark in confusion.

“Don’t talk,” Khadra whispered up at him. She adjusted her hijab, which had moved with all her throwing. “I have a warning. Meet me at the front door.”

Daniel nodded and left the window. He thought about dressing but figured pajamas were good enough. He closed the damn window and shivered. He’d have to talk to Eloise about the constantly open window. The house was drafty enough without it. He padded across the chilly hardwood floor, out of his room, through the hall, down the stairs, and across the entry room. He opened the front door silently. “What?” Daniel’s eyes went wide when he saw the large, black man waiting for him.

“Only dreams now.” Maxamed clamped the chloroform-soaked rag on the boy’s mouth and embraced him with his other arm. “Sshhhhhhh.” Daniel went limp in his arms and Maxamed looked around the darkened house. In the dim light, he could just see that the locked room across the way stood open. Just inside the doorway lay a coil of rope.

“Is he hurt?” Khadra stepped up next to her husband.

“No. He sleeps.” Maxamed looked over at her. “But there has been a change of plans. Rather than risk a car ride, we’ll do the ceremony in that room.” Maxamed pointed to the formerly locked room. “It seems Mr. Anderson has finally unlocked that pesky door. Our instruments found soundproofing in those walls. It will be perfect for our purposes. And it even comes with rope.”

“Would it not be wiser, dear husband, to stay with our original plan?” Khadra wasn’t as sure about the strength of their discipline after what had happened to the dreamstone. And, well, what had happened to her.

“Do not sow discord, woman.” Maxamed’s eyes were very dark in the dim light. He picked up the frail boy and carried him toward the room. “Go fetch some salt from the kitchen.”

“Yes.” Khadra closed the front door behind them and quietly moved over to the kitchen. She found a box of salt in the pantry and hurried back to her husband. When she arrived in the unlocked room, she found that Maxamed had already tied Daniel to an armchair on the far side of the room.

“We need some light before you close the door.” Maxamed pulled his lighter from his pocket and stepped over to an end table with an old lamp. He lit the oil lamp and a cheery, warm glow spread through the room. “It still works.”

Khadra gasped. Looming above Maxamed stood the most horrendous bear. It had to be ten feet high and its arms were outstretched, a snarl on its face.

“What?” Maxamed followed her gaze. “This thing?” He thumped his hand on the taxadermied animal. “Long since dead. Close the door and let’s get started.”

“As you wish.” Khadra closed and locked the door behind them. She moved across the room and handed Maxamed the salt. To her left, a sofa sat along the wall, the oil lamp flickering on an end table at the far end. To her right, someone had covered a sideboard with beautifully detailed, multi-colored bottles. A lush, Persian rug cushioned her feet. “What is this place?” The walls were covered with odd portraiture.

“Some sort of receiving room.” Maxamed gave the bear another pat and then took the salt over to Daniel.

“Is he waking up?” Khadra stared at her secret lover. She hoped Maxamed wouldn’t notice the hard manhood straining at Daniel’s pajama bottoms. “He shouldn’t be. Right?”

“No. He should not.” Maxamed watched as Daniel blinked his eyes open. “Let’s work fast.” Maxamed poured the salt carefully, beginning a circle around Daniel’s armchair. Once he completed the circle, he would then make the sign of the wayward eagle. Then they could safely remove the demon.

“What?” Daniel felt groggy, and … he felt terrible. “What are you doing?” As he looked around the room, he realized his predicament. “Where am I?” He flexed his skinny arms against the ropes and there was a groan as the hemp fibers held him in place. The rope was too strong for his new strength. “Don’t do this. She’s going to be mad. She gets really scary when she’s mad. You should let me go.”

“Who, little man?” Maxamed poured the salt. He moved as quickly as he could, but his line needed precision. He was about halfway done.

“Mrs. Palmer,” Daniel whispered. “Mrs. Palmer,” he said in a raised voice. “Eloise?” he shouted. He desperately needed rescue.

“No one can hear you.” Maxamed was three-fourths of the way done with the circle. He moved slowly around the chair, perched on his knees. Maxamed didn’t look up from his work. “This room is sealed. You cannot –” Something heavy fell on Maxamed’s shoulder. He froze.

“Husband, look out.” But Khadra’s warning came too late. She watched as the dead, stuffed bear lifted her husband like he weighed nothing and hoisted him into the air. The bear turned the struggling man around so that he faced the room and then wrapped two fearsome arms around him.

“Release me, beast.” Maxamed kicked and flailed his legs, but the creature was too strong. “Help me, woman.”

Khadra trembled, but she stepped toward the bear. It turned its savage head to stare at her and let out a hideous snarl that shook her very insides. Khadra stopped in her tracks.

“Oh, man. Oh, man.” Daniel looked around. He was genuinely frightened for the Samatars. And, increasingly, for himself. “I tried to warn you.” He looked up at the giant bear and shuddered. “Don’t hurt them, Mrs. Palmer.” A sudden heat spread through him. He struggled against the ropes but they still held. “What’s happening?”

“Allah preserve us.” Khadra watched Daniel with wide eyes and a slack jaw. A brief flash of red light covered him, and then she could see his penis pushing harder and harder against his pajamas. There was a ripping sound in the room and Daniel’s penis sprung up, tearing its way through his clothes.

“Run, Khadra.” Maxamed was frantic as he twisted and pushed against the fur that surrounded him. “The demon means to mate you. You cannot let it take you. Anything but –”

“Maxamed?” Khadra looked up to see that the bear had placed its massive right paw on Maxamed’s mouth to silence him. He looked out at her with frightened eyes. She couldn’t ever remember seeing her husband frightened before. Khadra turned and fled to the door. She tried the knob, but it wouldn’t turn. She slammed on the door with her fists and screamed. When nothing worked, she slumped against the door and pressed her forehead to its cool surface. A sudden calm seeped into her.

“I think it’s locked.” Daniel tried not to look at the giant bear to his right. “Could you, maybe, untie me, Mrs. Samatar?” His legs shook, his palms sweat, and he still felt groggy from whatever they’d given him. To make matters worse, his dick wouldn’t deflate. “Please get me out of here. I think this is Mr. Palmer’s room. I don’t want to make him angry either.”

“You said to me that I should draw out the poison.” Khadra turned and stared across the room, her vacant eyes drawn to that massive tool. Something had changed in her demeanor since she’d given up beating the door. She took an unsteady step toward Daniel. “But by drawing the poison, I only succeeded in poisoning myself.” She shrugged out of her jacket and pulled her long dress over her head. She was only dressed in panties, socks, shoes, and her hijab. She gestured to her enormous breasts. “I can’t even wear a bra anymore. None of mine fit.”

“Well … um …” Daniel licked his lips. He wasn’t sure how to talk his way out of this. He glanced over at Maxamed and saw the man’s eyes darting between the two of them. The bear’s glassy eyes stared at Khadra. “I think you look really pretty now. I … I …” he stuttered. “I mean you were pretty before, too. But now … like … wow.”

“Well, thank you. I guess.” She took another couple steps. Her feet rested on the Persian carpet. “You wanted me to draw the poison. But that was wrong. The wrong metaphor. I get the sense now that your tool is a key I could use. You are not friends with Mr. Palmer, yes?”

“No. I mean yes. We’re not friends.” Daniel had the ghastly image in his mind of Khadra shoving his dick in the lock and turning and turning.

“And your magic countervails his.” Khadra nodded. “Yes, this room is special. I see the truth of these things. It was built for a dark purpose.” She walked the rest of the way toward Daniel and stood over him. “I’m sorry, Maxamed,” Khadra said without looking at her husband. She took hold of her panties and wiggled them off her hips and down to the floor.

“I don’t know anything about that.” Daniel looked up at her. Despite the situation, her soft brown skin, curves, and black nipples weren’t helping his dick deflate. “Can you just let me go?” His eyes fell to the dark triangle between her legs.

“It is you who will let us go.” She reached down and touched the head of his penis with the tip of her index finger and wiped away a little pre-seminal fluid. “Key,” she said and then took her finger and placed it between her legs. “Lock,” she said. “Allah preserve me, it is such a mighty key.” She heard her husband struggle against the bear more fiercely, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

“Um … I don’t think this is such a good idea.” Daniel tried not to glance over at her helpless husband. He could see the man in his peripheral vision give one more fit of effort to free himself from the bear and them slump, defeated in its arms. “Your usbandhay is right erethay.” Daniel watched her closely, but Khadra gave no indication she’d heard him. “With an earbay.” She had a dreamy look on her face.

“Deep down, I guess I knew this would happen.” A sly smile crept over her face as she mounted his lap. She reached down, grabbed Daniel’s monster, and guided him in. “I tried to tell myself otherwise, but I missed this. I really did miss your … ahhhhhh … monster. You … uh … uh … fill me like nothing else.”

“Ugh … Mrs. Samatar.” Daniel squirmed but could do nothing else. He heard her husband’s muffled cries through the bear’s paw, but Daniel put that out of his mind. Her pussy felt fantastically tight and her boobs wobbled beautifully as she bounced on him. He focused on that. “Maybe we …” But he lost his train of thought as his eyes followed her bouncing, brown boobs.

“Dear … ah … ah … Daniel.” Khadra put her hands on his shoulders and grunted as he dug her out. His tool was truly magical. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Unleash a deluge inside me … ugh … ugh … ugh … and free us from this dark place.” She leaned her head back, arching her back, and felt the young penis grind inside her. It felt like it wanted to punch through her belly. Khadra let out a long cry. She loved it. An orgasm swept through her. It carried with it such pleasure that it let her touch paradise itself.

The couple mated for a long time, with the dead bear and Maxamed bearing witness. Poor Khadra bounced her small body up and down like riding a horse to the point of exhaustion. That massive penis racked her with ecstasy. She had orgasms, one on top of the other, and by the time Daniel grunted out his own climax inside her, Khadra’s muscles were all quiver and burn.

“Yes, yes. Stake your … claim.” Khadra’s vagina clenched on the erupting thing inside her. She grimaced and closed her eyes, pushing down to plant him as deep inside her as possible. “Turn … ugh… the lock inside me.”

“Aaaahhhhhh.” Daniel wanted to reach out and grab her, to feel her curves. But he was still tied tight. Neither of them even heard the thump as the bear unceremoniously dropped Maxamed’s limp body to the floor.

~~

Penelope woke with a start. Something needed protecting. She climbed out of bed and threw on a dress.

“Where are you going?” Brad’s sleepy voice called from the darkness of their bed.

“I need a glass of water.” Penelope moved to the bedroom door. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” Brad rolled over and was already snoring by the time Penelope exited the room.

Keys, jacket, purse. Penelope’s body moved almost on autopilot. By the she’d backed her car out of the driveway, she knew where she was going. The Palmer Mansion. She put the car in drive and sped away.

~~

Still breathing hard, Khadra lifted herself off Daniel. She looked down and could see semen dripping from between her legs in large, white droplets. She looked over at the bear and saw her husband laying on the floor in front of it. The creature no longer moved and had gone back to its original, devilish pose. “Maxamed.” Khadra stumbled over to him and kneeled down. She caressed his face with her sweaty hand while sperm continued to fall to the floor below her. “Are you hurt?” It seemed that Maxamed was in a semiconscious state. Khadra quickly dressed and then helped her husband to his feet. “Can you speak?” But he could only mumble incoherencies.

“Could you untie me now?” Daniel strained against the ropes but they held firm. He saw that the door to their room stood open and he very much wanted to leave. “I don’t want to stay here.” He watched husband and wife stumble toward the exit. “Mrs. Samatar? Khadra?”

“I’m sorry, Daniel.” Khadra looked over her shoulder. “I don’t know what would happen if I untied you. Your thing is still hard. I must take care of my husband.” She then guided the helpless man out of the house and back to their car.

“Well, shit.” Daniel looked around the room. “Mrs. Palmer?” Nothing. He didn’t want his mom to find him like this. Or worse, his sister. Or even worse, his father. Or, the truly frightening option was Frederick Palmer waltzing in that door while Daniel sat tied to a chair. Footsteps sounded on the floor outside the room. Daniel struggled again. He stared out into the dark hall and prayed.

“Daniel?” Penelope rushed into the room with a look of worry on her face. “You poor kid. Who did this to you?” She couldn’t help but notice his dick had torn right through his pajama bottoms and still pulsed out in the open air, hard as can be. The room smelled like sex. She kissed him on the cheek and set about untying him.

“The Samatars did this.” Daniel felt relief wash through him. “Just hurry, we shouldn’t be in this room.”

“I know.” Penelope stopped what she was doing and looked up at the frightful ursine taxidermy gazing down at her with its glass eyes. “This is a bad room, Daniel. Bad things happened here. But we need to keep the house’s secrets.” She went back to working on the knots.

“What?” Daniel flexed his wrists as the ropes fell away.

She pulled him upright and put her right arm around his shoulders. “Can you walk?”

“Yeah, I think.” Daniel took an unsteady step. “They drugged me with something. The Samatars.”

“Really? Jesus, Danny.” She helped him out of the room and up the stairs. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his long dick sticking straight out in front of him. “Um …Why are you so hard?”

“I don’t know.”

“Can you do something about it?” Penelope was afraid of running into one of the Andersons out for a midnight snack. How would she explain helping her brother-in-law up the stairs with his giant dick swaying in front of them?

“My underwear are torn. I don’t know what I can do.” They got to the top of the stairs.

“You can think of baseball or … shh.” Penelope put a finger to Daniel’s lips. “Did you see that?”

“No, what?”

“I thought I saw a glimpse of your mother climbing the stairs to your sister’s room.” Penelope moved again and helped Daniel into his room. She closed the door behind them.

“Well, maybe she’s checking on Brittney.” Daniel sighed as she laid him down on his bed. “Or maybe you saw a ghost.” He looked up at Penelope and smiled. “Thank you for saving me.” She looked so pretty smiling down at him, with her blonde hair a mess, and her dress on crooked. She really had left Brad in the middle of the night to come to him. “Wait. How’d you know to come get me?”

“I’m …” She twirled her wedding ring on her finger as she thought about it. “I just knew I needed to go to that room. There are secrets …” Her voice trailed off.

“What secrets?” It was odd talking casually with her while his dick stuck straight up in the air.

Penelope shrugged her shoulders. “What else can I do for you? You look so bedraggled.” She climbed onto the bed and curled up next to him.

“What time is it?” Daniel didn’t want to move to look over at his bedside clock.

“Around three, I think.” Penelope placed her head on the flannel that covered Daniel’s flat belly. She looked up at has cock with wide eyes.

“So, Brad won’t miss you for a while? Can you keep me company?” Daniel put his hand on her messy hair.

“Afraid of the dark?” Her hand crept over his hip and gently held his right ball. She massaged it.

“I didn’t used to be.” He felt her head moving toward his dick. “Wait, another woman was … aaahhhhh … that feels good.”

Penelope licked up the shaft and nibbled at the head. She could taste the sex on him. The Penelope of a few weeks ago would have been disgusted, but now the taste thrilled her. “Another woman what, Danny?” She said between nibbles.

“I had sex tonight.”

“I can tell.” She sucked him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head. She popped him back out. “Let me clean you up. I’ll take care of you, Danny.” She licked her way down his dick and slurped at his balls, cleaning them off too.

“Thank you, Pen.” Daniel pressed his head into the pillow and let her go to work. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

~~

With her belly full of cum, Penelope rose from Daniel’s bed where she’d been cuddling the teenager. She sighed. He looked so peaceful sleeping with his blond hair pressed into the pillow. Thank goodness she’d woken when she had. She turned off his light, stole out of his room, and walked down the stairs. No surprise, the door to the locked room was closed and locked again. She checked it just to be sure. Better it stay that way.

In that whole house, the locked room was the only place that still upset Penelope. Taking a deep breath, she turned to the front door, collected her jacket and purse, and left the Anderson home. On her drive home, she wondered at how her in-laws’ move had uprooted her life. Given how much it had changed her and Daniel, she considered whether it might have had an effect on the other Andersons. Penelope smiled. Julie was too concerned with God’s path to wander down the lust-filled trail Penelope had discovered. And Brittney was too much of a goody-goody.

Little did Penelope know, at that very moment, her mother-in-law and sister-in-law were up in Brittney’s east tower room, grinding their pussies together and crying out in rapture.

~~

“Mom, wake up.” Brittney shook the lump that was her mom’s sleeping form under the blanket. “Mom?”

“Brit?” George rolled over and rubbed his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Around three.” Brittney stopped shaking Julie. She frowned. Her dad wasn’t supposed to wake up.

“What are you doing in our room?” George blinked, his vision blurry from sleep. He didn’t want to get up to deal with this.

“I … um … just wanted a tuck-in.”

“What? Are you five again?” George sighed. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Julie’s eyes opened. “No, it’s okay, George. I’ll tuck her in. You can sleep.”

“Great.” George watched his wife’s naked form slip from the covers and pull on one of his oversized sweaters. She really did look good these days. He made a mental note to have more sex with his wife. “Thanks, Jules.” George rolled over and closed his eyes. “I could use the sleep.”

“I’ll be back in a little while.” Julie patted the lump that was her husband under the covers and walked out of the room just behind her daughter. Brittney’s slender legs appeared quite thin in the dim light of the hall. Brittney wore only a pajama top that hung down over her butt. And panties. Julie figured her daughter had to have panties on, too.

A clock ticked somewhere in the cold house. A steady, inexorable sound.

“What’s going on?” Julie whispered as they passed the open living room. Moonlight fell through the windows. “If this is about before, I’ll let you have more later. But you can’t wake me up in the middle of the night for a feeding. You’re not a baby.” Had she just promised to feed her daughter from her breasts again? She’d passed another Rubicon. It seemed she’d reached a point where the Rubicons just flew by.

“I couldn’t wait, Mom.” Brittney took Julie’s hand and pulled her faster toward her room. “I promise I won’t wake you again. Just for tonight.” The teenager had butterflies in her stomach. The anticipation felt like Christmas morning on steroids.

“Just for tonight,” Julie grumbled, but she squeezed her daughter’s soft, warm hand. They passed Daniel’s room and Julie followed Brittney up the stairs to her bedroom. Another sound played at the periphery of Julie’s hearing. It seemed that soft footsteps beat in time with the clock. And maybe a gentle female voice. Julie shivered and didn’t look back as she closed Brittney’s door behind them. She locked it and looked down at the sachet by the wall. The thought of pulling that incredibly heavy thing was not appealing. They were fine, whatever danger had roamed the house had long since passed. The current sounds were very different than the night before. She tried to put the memory of those heavy footsteps, and that awful, deep voice from before out of her mind.

“Can I touch them?” Brittney didn’t wait for a response. She stepped up behind her mother and ran her hands up her dad’s sweater, cupping and squeezing Julie’s massive boobs through the wool. A thrill ran through Brittney.

“Yes.” Julie sighed and relaxed. She felt Brittney’s flat tummy resting against her butt as the teenager reached around her mother. “Not so grabby, pumpkin. Would you want someone to clutch at you like that?” But Julie found she liked the insistent way her daughter’s hands massaged her breasts. It seemed she was more desirable to her children than she was to her own husband.

“I would like it. I think.” Brittney’s legs shook, she was so excited. “Do you want to try on me?” She reluctantly moved her hands away from Julie’s boobs and turned her mother to face her. Brittney then reached down to the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, exposing her small, pale boobs. The moonlight flooded in through the circle of windows and Brittney could see the startled look in Julie’s eyes.

“I … I don’t know if I should.” With some hesitancy, Julie lifted her hands toward Brittney’s chest. “They’re so beautiful. I can’t believe your father and I made these.” Julie cupped her daughter’s breasts and gently squeezed. They were perfect handfuls.

“I hope I get boobs like yours someday.” Brittney let out a long exhale. Julie’s hands felt nothing like Ted’s awkward groping. Julie’s touch was gentle and firm. “That feels really good. Can you kiss them?” Brittney said.

“I don’t know,” Julie whispered, mesmerized by the moment. She’d never held another woman’s breasts before. Heck, she’d barely seen boobs other than her own. Just a few in the gym over the years, and she’d barely paid attention at the time. She now wished she’d paid more attention. They were wonderful.

“Please?” Brittney resisted the urge to pull her mother’s lips to her tits. She let her arms hang by her sides. This was a precarious moment.

“Okay.” Julie bent at the waist and planted a trail of kisses along the upper slopes of Brittney’s breasts. She then kissed her way lower and lower until her lips closed around Brittney’s puffy nipple.

“Oh, Mom!” Brittney gasped as Julie rolled her tongue around the nipple. She let her mother suck one nipple, then the other. After a while, Brittney pulled Julie into bed, placed her mother on her back, and straddled her hips. “Sweater off?”

Julie bit her lower lip and nodded. The sweater came off and dropped to the floor. Julie had the urge to hide her breasts, or at least push them up so they didn’t hang to her sides.

“Jesus, Mom. They’re so beautiful. I love the way they hang like that. They look so heavy.” Brittney knew she was talking fast, but she couldn’t hide her excitement. “You’re perfect. You’re the perfect woman.” She bent her face down to Julie’s left breast.

“Language, young lady. Don’t use the Lord’s name in … oooooohhhhhhh … oh, my … my, my, my ... my sweet girl.” Julie cradled Brittney’s head as her daughter latched onto the nipple and began drinking.

“Mmmmppppphhhhhhh.” Brittney never wanted the feeling to end. She wondered what other undiscovered highs awaited her. She drank like that for a long time, straddling her mom’s stomach and alternating between boobs, squeezing them, licking them, and sucking to her heart’s content. Eventually, she lifted her face away and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “Panties?”

Julie nodded and both women removed their panties.

Brittney went back to drinking sweet milk, but she shifted her hips lower and interwove her legs with her mom’s. It felt right. Soon enough, her hips rocked ever so slightly. Both women moaned at this new sensation.

One of Brittney’s friends had once said that when a woman really liked sex, she made her “oh face.” Brittney was pretty sure she’d never made that face with Ted, but she thought if her mouth wasn’t on her mom’s nipple, she’d be making it at that moment. Her hips sped up, and her wet pussy rubbed on Julie’s supple thigh. She wondered what Julie’s face looked like, so she stopped drinking, placed her hands on her mom’s tits, and pushed herself up as her hips made grinding circles. “Wow … uh … uh … Mom. You’re … ugh … making your … oh face.”

“Gosh … Brittney … I’m going to …” Julie didn’t know what her daughter was talking about and she didn’t care. She reached down with both hands and grabbed Brittney’s narrow hips. She moved Brittney slightly so that their vaginas rubbed directly against each other.

“Oh … God …” Brittney watched Julie’s eyes roll back and her body shake. Brittney’s own orgasm wasn’t far behind her mother’s. “I think … I think … I might … Ooooohhhhhhhh.” Brittney’s brain stopped completely as she came, her fingers digging into Julie’s soft boobs.

When the women recovered, Brittney’s hips started back up again. Her small boobs rose and fell as she sucked in oxygen. “I’m so lucky … you came to my … bedroom … last night. This is magical.” She humped her mother to several more climaxes for both women.

Later, with Brittney sleeping peacefully in bed next to her, Julie roused the energy to make the long trip back to her own bedroom. She pulled on her husband’s sweater and slipped out into the cold hallway. How would she juggle both twins? She placed a hand on her breast. And her own desires certainly showed no signs of abating. She had gone from trying to rebuff the twins, to now actively wondering how she’d schedule intimate time with both of them. Motherhood was never what one expected.

 

Chapter 15

The damp washcloth felt cool in Khadra’s hands. It was supposed to be warm. She pressed it up against her husband’s forehead. It had been over a day since their failed attempt to rid Daniel of his demon. Maxamed had not yet turned lucid. Khadra had sent their children to her parents’ house as she devoted herself to taking care of her husband. Although, she was quite worried about his anger when he woke up. He had seen her copulate with Daniel, shoving the eighteen-year-old’s massive thing up inside her. She just hoped he’d understand it was the house that had done that and not her.

Time to freshen up the washcloth. Khadra stood and left her husband in their bed. She walked over to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. She froze when she looked to her right. There, standing upright on the counter, was that damnable black phallus. Khadra stood staring at it for a long time with the water running and steam rising before her. Eventually, she shut the water off.

“Just one more time,” Khadra whispered. She slowly pulled off her dress and removed her panties. She was naked in the bathroom with that black thing. “I don’t need to do this.” She picked up the dildo, closed the bathroom door, and sat down on the toilet lid. “I just want to see what it’s like. One … last … time … uuuugggghhhhhhhh.” She spread her legs and shoved it inside her. While not as massive as Daniel’s tool, it hit spots her husband couldn’t. Her body buzzed with pleasure as she moved the thing in and out.

“Khadra?” Maxamed’s voice called from the bedroom, muffled by the bathroom door. “What happened?”

Khadra’s heart felt like it wanted to beat out of her chest. With a moment of indecision, she kept the dildo all the way inside her. She grunted as it touched some magical place inside. Then, very slowly, she withdrew the phallus, washed it in the sink, dried it with a hand towel, and tossed it into a drawer. “I’m coming, Maxamed.” This was a delicate moment. Khadra didn’t know how Maxamed would react to the incident at the mansion. She threw on her dress and rushed back into the bedroom.

“What happened?” Maxamed looked up at her, still with his head on the pillow.

“What do you remember?” Khadra sat down next to him. She’d forgotten the washcloth, so she patted his chest through the blanket.

“We went to that accursed house. I … I …” Maxamed blinked his dark eyes. “I took the boy to the unlocked room. And …” He paused. Memories would not come back. “Did I accidentally chloroform myself?”

“Yes.” Khadra sighed with relief. She hated telling the lie, but it was for the greater good.

“And you got me back here? By yourself?”

“It wasn’t easy.” Khadra nodded.

“Chloroform is a vile drug.” Maxamed looked away from his loving wife up to the ceiling. “It gave me such dreadful dreams. I can only see flashes. That … that you willingly consorted with a monster.” He looked back down at her soft, brown eyes. “Tell me that was not a prophetic vision. Tell me that we will have nothing further to do with that accursed family.”

“Those were not prophesies, dear husband.” She patted the covers again and stood. At least that wasn’t a lie. What he described were memories not prophesies. “We will have nothing further to do with the Andersons.” Also, not a lie. “Now let me fetch you some food.”

“Yes, thank you.” A grim tautness left Maxamed’s face and he relaxed into his pillow. “The children?”

“At my parents’.” Khadra moved to the door. “I’ll be back with some lunch. You must be hungry.” She left the room and stopped at the bathroom. She paused and then stepped inside. She’d dodged a bullet with Maxamed, and maybe she could take a few minutes to celebrate. The phallus was still in the drawer. She closed the bathroom door, lifted up her dress, and pushed it home. “Ooooohhhhhhhh.” Her husband’s lunch could wait a few extra minutes.

~~

The shopping basket bulged with items Julie didn’t need. She’d thrown in Band-Aids, Q-tips, tampons, Aspirin, and various other things she had plenty of at home. She hoped that the extra-large, magnum condoms would go unnoticed by the clerk if the box came with an avalanche of miscellany. She placed the basket on the conveyor belt and watched the clerk go to work.

“We don’t sell many of these.” After checking a few items, the clerk, an older woman, held up the box of condoms. “Not in this size, anyway. You married well, miss.” She smiled a knowing grin and appraised Julie. “My husband packs a little one.” She leaned closer to Julie. “Is it true what they say?”

“Um.” Julie looked around, but no one else was about. “Sorry?” Her cheeks burned. She wanted nothing more than to pay and get out of there, but the clerk was having none of it.

“Is bigger really better?” The clerk winked. “I’ve never experienced a … magnum.”

Julie gave a slight nod and her cheeks turned more red.

“I knew it.” The clerk gave out a quick laugh and bagged the condoms, running the next item over the scanner. “So how big is your husband?”

“I couldn’t possibly say.” Julie shrugged.

The clerk stopped what she was doing and looked at Julie. She made a point of looking at Julie’s wedding ring and then back up to her brown eyes. “It’s not your husband is it?” She didn’t wait for Julie’s answer. “No it isn’t. I can tell. You sly minx. Who is he then? The pool boy?” She went back to checking items. “The lawn boy? I always had fantasies about them. They’re all sweaty and tan. Who?”

Julie stood perfectly still.

“Keep your secrets then.” The clerk held up the last item, a bottle of lube. “I’m not surprised you need this, given his size. Lordy, Lordy.” She finished bagging and announced the total.

Julie shook her head and put her credit card through as quickly as possible. She grabbed her bag and didn’t wait for the receipt, heading for the exit.

The clerk called after Julie as she fled. “More power to you, miss. We could all use a little something extra.” The clerk shook her head and chuckled.

~~

“What do you think?” Julie twirled in the center of Daniel’s room. She wore lacy, red lingerie. A matching bra and panty set that did its best to accentuate her already bountiful curves.

“Wow, Mom. You look incredible.” Daniel sat on the edge of his bed, his pajamas barely containing his hardon. It had been over a week since the Samatars had tied him up in the locked room. While that was frightful, and that bear still gave him nightmares, Daniel was willing to forgive the house if it continued to give him moments like these. “Where’d the new underwear come from?”

“Well, to be honest, your father has shown a little more interest in me lately. And since none of my old sexy outfits fit, I picked up a few items at the department store.” Julie faced Daniel and pushed her hip to the right, striking what she hoped was a sexy pose. The delighted look on her eighteen-year-old’s face conveyed mission success on her part. “I hope you don’t mind sharing me a little. I mean …” Was she apologizing for sleeping with her husband? A small frown passed across her pink lips. “I mean, I …” She couldn’t formulate the sentence for telling Daniel they weren’t exclusive. Because, of course they weren’t. She was married. But they were doing all sorts of naughty stuff. It was so confusing.

“It’s cool, Mom.” Daniel slowly undressed. “I want Dad to be happy. Thank you for sharing the outfit with me.”

“You’re such a good boy, Danny.” Julie’s smile returned as she watched that massive penis swing into view. She turned and walked back to the bag she’d left by the door, swaying her round butt a little extra for him. She bent at the waist and retrieved the condoms and lube, giving him a real show. She straightened and walked back across the room. “I got you some condoms that should fit.” She placed them on his nightstand.

“I don’t want to wear those, Mom.”

“They’re not for wearing with me, silly. They’re for when you experiment with other girls. Like we talked about.” Julie turned and tossed Daniel the bottle of lube, and he caught it out of the air. “Also, I got you some special oil for when we … you know.” Her smile turned shy.

“Wow, thanks.” Daniel opened the bottle, put some in his hand and spread the lube all over his dick.

“I thought we’d do a little foreplay first.” Julie licked her lips.

“You take care of me all the time. How much cum have you swallowed this week?” Daniel stood and stepped over to his mom. He hated to remove those awesome panties, but it needed to be done. He slid them off her and she stepped out of them.

“A lot,” Julie whispered. She didn’t like when he talked like that.

“Well then, let me take care of you a little.” Daniel reached down, cupped Julie’s ass and lifted her up higher and higher until her pussy was right in front of his face and her thighs dangled over his shoulders. He still held on to her ass. Thank goodness for the mansion’s high ceilings.

“Oh, gosh. How are you lifting me, Danny?” She looked down, afraid her frail son would drop her to the hardwood floor below. But instead, he pushed her up against his face and licked at her slit. “Oh, Danny.” She felt his tongue push inside her, and then he nibbled on her clit. All worries about his sudden strength left her. She dug her fingers into his blond hair and cried out as he pleasured her in the most improbable position. “Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh. Oooohhhhhhhh, goooooossshhhhhhhhhhh.” To her embarrassment, Julie squirted all over Daniel’s handsome face when her orgasm overtook her. He didn’t seem to mind, as he continued to lap and nibble at her.

Three times Julie came on Daniel’s tongue before he lowered her halfway to the floor. He turned her away from him, with his hands under her knees. He then nestled his dick between her ass cheeks and rubbed her until his dick found her anus. Fortunately, she was loose enough from their previous encounters, that the oily head slipped in.

“How … ooooohhhhhhhh … are you doing this?” Julie’s hips involuntarily wiggled as she felt him enter her butt. She’d never been held so open and exposed. “I weigh more than you, Danny. I … ughhhhhhh.” As his penis entered her guts, it took her breath away. She let him bounce her up and down on his shaft. More and more sunk into her.

“Eloise made me … uh … uh … uh … stronger, Mom.” Daniel bent his knees and leaned back a little to more evenly distribute their combined weight. He got into a good rhythm, and soon she bounced in the air on his dick. “You like it?”

“Yes. Oh, my … yes.” Julie’s left hand moved between her legs and she stuck two fingers into her vagina. The moment was heaven. “I never … imagined.” Julie grunted like a wild animal. “I … never imagined.” She wondered what that store clerk would say if she could see Julie now.

“I know I have to share you with Dad, but I’m the only one that gets to do this. Right, Mom?”

“Yes.”

“You want my dick. Right?”

“Yes,” Julie squeaked. She didn’t like the coarse language, but Julie couldn’t very well reprimand him with his penis all the way up her butt.

“You’re his wife, but my girlfriend?” Daniel tightened his grip on the bottom of her thighs. The moment was too perfect. He felt his balls churning. She didn’t answer him, so he upped the pace a bit. “You’re my slut, right, Mom?”

Julie shook her head and felt her vagina contract on her fingers. She wouldn’t answer such questions, but she knew it was true. Despite her upbringing, all the hours spent in church, and all her good intentions, she was an adulteress. A harlot. Her son had hooked her on his giant cock. A massive orgasm ripped through her. She was lost. Minutes later, Daniel’s soft grunting told her that he was ready and she felt the heat of his release deep inside her. Taking his seed while he tossed her about like a ragdoll sent her hurtling over the edge again. She screamed and it was a wonder she didn’t wake the whole house.

“That was … amazing.” When he finished cumming, Daniel pulled her off his dick and tossed her onto his bed. Julie curled up on her side, trembling. Daniel flopped down behind her and unclasped her lacy, red bra. He’d actually gotten pretty good at unhooking a bra. “I want more, Mom.” He pulled her onto her back and removed the bra. He then crawled between her legs.

“More?”

“I want your pussy, too.” He rubbed the head of his still hard dick along her slit, admiring her neatly trimmed bush.

“No.” Julie lifted her head up and stared between her heaving breasts to the V of her legs. Daniel’s long penis looked so menacing as it nuzzled her folds, the purple head angry and ready to pierce down to her soul. “I … don’t … want … a … baby …” she panted. Her fuzzy mind struggled to form cogent thoughts.

“I’ll pull out then.” Daniel was a good son who usually listened to his mother, but this was too tempting. He slid into her.

“Condom … condom … condom,” Julie chanted with each powerful thrust. She braced herself and continued to hold her head up, watching Daniel retake her vagina.

“The condoms … ah … ah … aren’t for you … remember?” Daniel placed his hands on the blanket and held himself up so he could look down at his unraveling mother. Her boobs swayed up and down, almost hitting her in the face at the top of their journey.

“Don’t want … baby … want … baby … baby …” Julie’s hands crept around Daniel’s hips and she cupped his little butt. Her fingers dug into the tight flesh and felt it flex with each thrust. Would she really give him this again? “Go ahead … Danny … you can … fill me.”

“You’re leaking … Mom. Your … boobs.” Daniel could see droplets flying from her flopping tits. “You’re ready for a … ugh … ugh … baby.” He leaned forward, and sucked in her left nipple. The milk was every bit as sweet as Eloise’s. But warm and so full of life. He humped her and gulped down milk. He could feel her grip tighten on his ass, pressing him more fervently into her.

“Yeeeessssssssssss, Daaaaannnnnyyyyyyyyy,” Julie hissed. How could she deny him anything? “Let … it out.” When she felt that hot seed splash inside her, Julie convulsed, and her face twisted with pleasure. She might regret it in the morning, but at that moment she wanted nothing more than to let Daniel’s little swimmers have full access to her womb.

~~

The days passed. Julie split her clandestine time between the twins. Feeding and rubbing Brittney and taking Daniel’s seed over and over.

Khadra managed to keep her distance from the house. But she couldn’t avoid the ubiquitous black dildo, which appeared whenever she had a moment to herself. She was able to resist that temptation, sometimes. But more often than not, she failed and found that she’d impaled herself on the thing, with thoughts of Daniel playing in her head. Her husband hadn’t been the same since the locked room episode. He complained frequently of devilish dreams and the demons that wanted to possess his wife. “That house wants to make you its bride, but you’re my bride,” Maxamed would often say in fervent tones. Khadra had taken to leaving the children at her parents’ house for days at a time.

On the other side of town, Penelope tried to be patient with her teenage paramour. She opened her home to him whenever he had free time after school. She looked at her husband differently. Wondering why she had picked that Anderson to marry. When her morning nausea started, she knew what had happened. She snuck away from Brad to throw up in the bathroom when necessary. Hopefully, Brad suspected nothing.

All the while, the house watched and listened. The clock ticked and the hallways grew colder as winter arrived. Palmer Mansion had been here before and would be here again. But for a little while, it quieted as it built itself up for bigger events to come.

~~

“I’ve known few women so dedicated to arithmetic.” Eloise stood by the sofa in the main living room, wearing a long flowing dress. She looked down at the scribbles Brittney made on her pad of paper.

Brittney gave a start and looked up at the Victorian woman. She collected herself. “It’s not arithmetic. It’s calculus.” She should have been frightened to have a strange, unexpected visitor, but for some reason she took it in stride. It was very much like the day she’d seen that young man, Thomas, in the very same room. Brittney took in the woman’s freckled beauty and the rise of the woman’s pregnant belly under the floral pattern on her dress. “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”

“No.” Eloise snapped her fingers and the fireplace roared to life, seasoned timbers crackling and popping with flame.

“That seems like a very dreamy thing to do.” Brittney nodded at the fire. “Also, I’m pretty sure I’d be terrified if this wasn’t a dream.”

“They crafted you of puissance, did they not?” Eloise smiled at the eighteen-year-old girl. “I am much pleased with your agency.”

“What?” Brittney shook her head and put down the pad of paper. “Never mind.” She looked around the room, remembering when Thomas had appeared. That young man and the woman looked very much alike. And the room looked the same as it did back then, with dark oil paintings and mounted trophy heads on the walls. “You’re a Palmer, aren’t you?”

“And a clever girl, too. I’m Mrs. Eloise Palmer.” Eloise nodded and smiled brightly. “May I join you?” She sat down next to Brittney and put her hand on the girl’s bare knee. Her binary diamonds sparkled on her finger. She frowned at Brittney’s short skirt. How scandalous modern sartorial decisions were. “I’d like to help you, dearie.”

“With what?” Brittney found Eloise’s smile disarming. Her math forgotten, Brittney lost herself in Eloise’s pretty, green eyes. It occurred to Brittney that she might be a lesbian.

“Well, first thing’s first.” Eloise reached behind her neck and unbuttoned her dress. “It’s late afternoon and you haven’t eaten anything since you arrived home. You must be famished.” Eloise lowered her dress, exposing her large breasts. Her dark nipples stood out on her pale, freckled flesh.

“They’re beautiful.” Brittney licked her lips.

“They’re not just for regarding, dearie.” Eloise clasped the teenager firmly on the back of her head, brushed Brittney’s brown hair from her face with her other hand, and brought Brittney’s mouth to her right nipple. “Drink.” Eloise held her firmly as the girl struggled for the briefest of moments against this new intimacy. But then the sound of sucking and gulping joined the crackling of the fire. “Good girl.” Eloise let Brittney suckle for a while, and then moved Brittney to her other breast.

“Mmmmmppppphhhhhhhh.” Brittney practically purred as she drunk from this strange woman in what had to be a perverted dream. The cold milk slid down her throat. She could feel its chill spreading out from her stomach. She wanted more and more. Brittney didn’t think of herself as a greedy person, but she wanted to drain Eloise dry.

“There now.” Eloise lifted Brittney from her breast and looked into the girl’s dazed, blue eyes. “Now that we’re sated, let’s move onto today’s lesson.”

“Lesson?” Brittney blinked. It seemed the room slowly swam around her.

“You need to learn how to please a woman if you don’t want to squander our benefactor’s gifts.” Eloise stood and slowly undressed as the girl stared at her. When she was naked, Eloise sat back down on the sofa and gently moved Brittney to the floor between her legs. “Your enthusiasm is much admired. But zeal is no substitute for skill.”

“I’m not sure we should …” Brittney’s voice trailed away as she looked at the woman’s pussy up close. A redhaired triangle rose above the slit. Higher still was the round, pregnant belly. Brittney focused on the pussy itself. Slight, protruding lips, with a delightful tangy scent. Brittney felt Eloise’s hand return to the back of her head and then pressure moved her closer and closer until her nose brushed against short red hairs. Brittney darted her tongue out and licked at the moisture. Like the rest of her, Eloise’s pussy was cold. And she tasted wonderful, almost spicy. Brittney took another lick and another. Soon she was lapping happily.

“As always, your enthusiasm is something to behold.” Eloise guided the girl’s head. She couldn’t quite see Brittney’s work with her belly in the way, but she’d trained so many women over the years that these first licks were second nature to Eloise. “Do you know where my love-button is?” Eloise drew her breath in and held it. “Yes. Good girl. Now nibble … no, not so hard … good … yes … now roll the button with your tongue … oh … and the finger is a nice touch … aaaahhhhhhhh …” Eloise’s legs trembled, and she held them open with a hand under each thigh. “You’re a … oh … natural, dearie. Here … it … comes …” Eloise’s heavy breasts and round belly shook as she worked her way through a marvelous climax.

Brittney leaned back so she could see the pretty woman’s face as she came, but Brittney stayed on her knees and kept working that cold pussy with her fingers. Brittney’s shiny mouth curved into a smile when she saw one of Eloise’s eyelids flutter and the woman’s mouth hang open. What power to be able to reduce such a noble woman to jelly.

When Eloise calmed some, she removed Brittney’s fingers from her vagina and smiled down at the girl. “You learn fast. Excellent work.” Eloise stood and gathered her dress from the floor. “Next time I will show you how to receive such pleasure.”

“Really?” Did this woman just say she’d go down on Brittney? Just as she was going to ask Eloise a litany of questions, the room around them swam together and Brittney shut her eyes. When she opened them, she was sitting on the couch, with her calculus in her lap. The fireplace sat dark in the corner and the room seemed normal as ever. Brittney licked her lips and could still taste Eloise there. Her heart raced. Brittney couldn’t wait to see the Victorian woman again.

~~

Most mornings, Julie followed Daniel into one of the house’s many bathrooms to get his day off to a good start. It was a little risky, but what was a mother to do? She couldn’t send him off to school with a monster stiffy.

It was a Wednesday when Julie first accepted the truth of what had happened to her. She was on her knees, lovingly sucking Daniel’s purple head. He stood with his butt resting against the sink. Her stomach had felt a little off for a few days and it seemed to be getting worse. She pulled back and gagged. “Danny … I … I’m sorry …” She scooted over to the toilet and lifted the lid. “I don’t feel … so …” And Julie threw up. She tried to make it as ladylike as possible, but it was hard to do with such dreadful retching.

“Oh, Mom.” Daniel stepped over to the toilet and held her hair back for her. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not … aaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhhh.” She emptied her breakfast into the toilet. As awful as it was, it was comforting to have Daniel hold her hair and pat her tenderly on the back. Even if she knew his giant dick was still hard and hanging over her. A few more retches and she was done. “I’ve felt off the last few days.” She stood and went to the sink. She washed her face and rinsed her mouth out.

“Are you sick?” Daniel stood quietly and watched her freshen up. The thought that something bad might happen to his mother chilled his bones.

“No, no. I’m okay.” Julie didn’t really feel sexy at that moment, but she couldn’t send Daniel on his way without taking care of him. “No kissing or … other stuff with the mouth right now.” She turned her back to him, lifted her skirt, and pulled her panties to the side. “You can take me like this.” She bent over the sink and spread her butt cheeks with her hands.

“Um, okay. Is your pussy okay?” Daniel got behind her.

“Yes.” She’d given up trying to stop him from using the word “pussy.” It wasn’t that bad, after all. “You can use my pussy, Danny.” She grunted as he slid it in. Given how many loads he’d dumped in her unprotected womb, it wasn’t any wonder that Daniel had planted a baby in her. She gritted her teeth as he revved up his pace behind her. George certainly hadn’t been the one. “That’s it … Danny … let it all out.” She moved her hands from her butt onto the edge of the sink and gripped tightly. She looked at the woman in the mirror with her brown hair flopping with each thrust, her cleavage bouncing, and the ecstatic expression on her face. What a sight. She looked up to her son. He had a look of serious concentration and effort on his handsome face. He was going to orgasm soon.

“Do you want me … uh … uh … to pull out today?” Daniel slapped her ass and enjoyed the additional ripples that spread from the area of impact.

“No, it’s okay, sweetie. Do it … ooohhhhh … inside.” Julie wondered if he was playing dumb, or if he really didn’t know that it didn’t matter where he spurted now. He was only eighteen. He might not know. “Oooooohhhhhhhh, yeeeessssssssssss.” Julie’s pussy spasmed as he unloaded yet again inside her. Her orgasm carried her off into the clouds. When she came back to the bathroom, Daniel was already pulling up his pants.

“That was awesome. Thanks, Mom.”

“You’re … welcome … pumpkin.” Julie pulled her panties back into place and lowered her dress. She turned and kissed Daniel on the cheek. “Be good today.”

“I will.” Daniel nodded. He couldn’t wipe that stupid grin off his face.

“The bus is almost here. Go get ‘em.” Julie smacked him on the butt and sent him out of the bathroom. When would she tell him that he’d made her a grandmother? Or that he’d given himself another sibling? Julie tried to wrap her mind around it and had a hard time accepting the inevitable. Maybe she’d tell him when she sorted it in her own head. Or maybe when it became obvious. Whichever came sooner.

~~

“Are these getting bigger?” Brittney whispered as she groped her mom’s boobs. She wiggled on top of Julie, halfway under the covers. Faint starlight fell through the circle of windows in her tower room onto the bed. Brittney lowered her face to a soft, warm nipple and continued drinking.

“I don’t think so.” Julie wasn’t sure. They shouldn’t grow so soon, but they shouldn’t have milk either. “I don’t know.” Julie grabbed the sheets as she felt her daughter move off her nipple and kiss the underside of her boob.

“You’re … so … soft … and … warm,” Brittney said between kisses. She worked her way down over the slight curve of Julie’s belly.

“Wait, Brit. Don’t …” Julie gripped the sheets in panic and anticipation as her daughter kissed her way under the covers down to between Julie’s legs. “Oooohhhhh, swwweeeeettttiiiieeeee.” Julie’s hips rocked as Brittney’s tongue found her vagina and then worked up to her clit. Julie clenched her teeth and twisted her upper body back and forth. Strange guttural sounds escaped her lips. “How …?” She wanted to ask her daughter how she was so good at going down on a woman. Was she a natural? But Julie’s brain locked up and no more words would form. Her daughter’s fingers entered her pussy, and Julie grunted her way through a massive orgasm.

Over the past several days, Brittney had practiced quite a bit with Eloise. She was very happy with the fruits of her labor as she felt and heard her mom going crazy. Her sweet, churchgoing mother writhed on her tongue, completely at Brittney’s mercy. The only thing better would be if Brittney was getting some attention, too. She turned her body around so that her butt stuck out of the covers, near Julie’s head.

“I don’t think I can, pumpkin.” Julie looked up as Brittney lifted one of her legs over Julie’s face. She was now gazing at the tight, smooth curve of Brittney’s upper thighs and butt. And hovering above Julie’s chin was her daughter’s pussy.

“Go ahead, Mom.” Brittney continued to work Julie with her fingers, and she wiggled her ass a little in Julie’s face. “Try it.” Brittney dropped her mouth back to Julie’s pussy.

“Um …” Julie put her hands on Brittney’s butt. She did want to give Brittney the same out-of-this-world feelings her daughter had given her. She lifted her head off the sheets and tentatively licked at the slit. Not so bad. She did it again, and again. She worked her tongue in between Brittney’s protruding lips. Her daughter tasted wonderful, bright, earthy, and sharp.

“Mmmmpphhhhhh.” Brittney lifted her face up. “That’s good. Keep doing that, Mom.”

Julie’s fingers pressed into Brittney’s firm butt, pushing her harder onto her mouth. She nibbled on those prominent pussy lips. Not long ago, when Daniel had gone down on her, Julie had wondered why she’d waited so long in life to have someone do that for her. Now, as she slurped and nibbled, she wondered why she had waited so long to eat pussy. The obvious answers that she was married and had only been with men, didn’t really occur to her at the moment.

Mother and daughter spent most of the night with their new found pleasures.

~~

The cafeteria buzzed with lunchtime cacophony as students ate and goofed off. Daniel sat at a table with a couple friends from class, thoughtfully munching chicken tenders and listening to the conversation.

“Check out that hot chick. Is she a senior?” Grady said.

“No way. Look at her.” Hassan shook his head and smacked his friend’s shoulder. “She’s like a model or something.”

“Oh, shit.” Grady averted his eyes. “She’s smiling and waving at me.”

Daniel followed their gaze and smiled at the woman striding over to them. She was more beautiful than a model, he thought. “You morons, that’s my sister-in-law.”

“Sorry.” Grady looked back up at her and waved.

“Yeah, sorry dude.” Hassan smiled. Daniel’s brother was a lucky man, he thought.

“It’s cool.” Daniel got up with his lunch tray. “I’ll go see what she wants. Catch up with you later.”

“Later.” Hassan watched Daniel greet her, dump his tray, and leave the cafeteria. Hassan’s eyes stayed on the woman’s round butt, rolling under her dress until she disappeared from sight. He made a mental note to get invited to some of Daniel’s family gatherings.

Outside the cafeteria, Daniel leaned in close to Penelope. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you.” Penelope fidgeted with the front of her long, green dress and pouted.

“Didn’t you get my text?” Daniel took her by the shoulder and guided her down an uncrowded hallway. “I’ll come over Friday after school.” He took her through the kiln room and back to an empty alley where he sometimes hung out when he needed some space at school. “I have a lot going on, and you can’t just show up at school.”

“A lot going on?” Penelope looked around the alley. It was cramped with some pallets resting up against one wall. No one around. “You mean your girlfriend? Is she at school right now? I’d love to meet her.”

“I never said she went to school with me.” Daniel watched as a sly smile spread across Penelope’s face.

“You little devil.” She reached up under her dress and pulled down her panties. In her heels, she carefully stepped out of them and stashed the panties in her purse. “You’re dating an older woman. Is she in college?”

“She’s … not in college.” Daniel’s dick hardened.

“Is she as pretty as me?” Penelope turned her back to Daniel, lifted up her dress, and rested it above her butt.

“Well, yeah.” Daniel looked down at her perfect, round ass. “She’s really pretty.” He dropped his pants and underwear and moved behind her.

“Does she have a thing for teenage dick?” Penelope looked back over her shoulder and saw that his cock was out. It was pure, ravaging perfection. “Is she a slut for you too, Danny?” She knew he liked dirty talk.

“Yes.” Daniel slid his dick in and listened to Penelope whimper. He grabbed her hips and banged into her.

“Brad and I … ugh … ugh … used to do it here.” Penelope pressed her fingers into the brick wall. She could feel the cold air teasing her bare ass and legs. And the hot dick so very deep inside her. “Well … not in this … ah … ah … ah … exact spot. But in the … high school. Usually in the … storage room.” She dropped her voice an octave on the last two words as he hit a sweet spot in her pussy.

“Is that why you came here today?” Daniel reached up and took a handful of her blonde hair in his left hand. “Reliving the past with an Anderson boy?”

“No.” Penelope tried to shake her head, but Daniel’s grip wouldn’t allow it. “This is different.”

“How different?” Daniel looked around the alley. It occurred to him that it would be very bad if someone found him pounding his sister-in-law at school. But he couldn’t stop. People hardly ever came back there, anyway.

“Sex with Brad was … Oh, God … good … but with you … it’s …” Penelope tried to stifle her screams as she came, and the sound that came out of her was somewhere between a wheeze and a growl. When the stars stopped flashing before her eyes, she pushed her ass back at Daniel. “With you … it’s like a religious … ugh … ugh … experience. And I need more and more.” She wanted to tell him about the baby growing inside her. But maybe a back alley at school wasn’t the right place.

“I’m gonna cum … Pen … I’m gonna …” Daniel coated her insides with a hot, sticky mess. His fingers tightened on her hair and hip, and then gradually loosened again. He gave her butt a gentle slap and pulled out of her.

“Aaahhhhhhhh,” Penelope sighed and turned around. “You can’t go back to class like that.” She pushed his frothy dick to the side, let go, and watched it sway back and forth. “Let me clean you up.” Penelope squatted down in front of him and licked up and down his long shaft. She sucked up all their combined cum. Good God, she really was a slut. She glanced up at Daniel, and could see the dreamy smile on his lips that he always got after cumming. “There now, all clean.”

“Thanks, Pen. You’re the best.” Daniel tucked his dick away and pulled up his pants.

“Better than your girlfriend?” Penelope stood, retrieved her panties from her purse, and carefully pulled them back on.

Daniel shook his head.

“Oh, boo, Danny.” Penelope tried to frown, but her smile wouldn’t quit. “Just as good?”

Daniel nodded.

“Well, thank you for lying so convincingly.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. She’d only meant it to be a peck, but soon they were in each other’s arms, making out in the alley. He was such an urgent kisser. Penelope loved it.

A bell rang and they broke their kiss.

“Shit. I gotta go.” Daniel tried to adjust his dick so his hardon wouldn’t be too obvious. “I’ll see you Friday?” He kissed her on the cheek and raced off through the kiln room.

“Yeah, Friday.” Penelope watched him go. She held her hand up to her chest and felt her heart racing. She was totally screwed. Who fell in love with their brother-in-law? What a stupid thing to do. “Play it cool, Pen. Play it cool,” she whispered to herself. She adjusted her panties and walked back into the school. She knew her way out. It hadn’t been that long ago that she’d roamed those halls with Brad. But now, she had his brother’s cum leaking into her panties.

 

Chapter 16

“If its bride is my wife, the house takes my life,” Maxamed rocked back and forth on his sofa, whispering to himself in the dark room. “It’s a colonizer. My nation but its plantation. The house will furrow into her soil a crop of toil.” He wasn’t sure what he was saying. “The house will supplant me as it delves her. I have seen it. That is prophesy. I have a foretoken. The house has spoken.”

“Maxamed?” Khadra walked into her living room and switched on the light. “Who are you talking to?”

“No one, my darling.” Maxamed stood, took his wife’s hand, and gently kissed her dark knuckles. “You are radiant this evening.”

“You are acting so strange. I think the Andersons’ place still pulls at your mind, husband.” She drew her hand away from him gently. “Maybe I should go back there and see if I can get us some closure.”

“No, no, no,” Maxamed hissed. “Never go back there. It wants you.” He looked around the room like a hunted animal. “Where are the children?”

“At my mother’s.” Khadra sighed. She missed the kids. They were always at her parents’ recently.

“Good, good.” Maxamed nodded and leaned onto Khadra’s shoulder with all his weight. “You are mine and it cannot have you,” he whispered in her ear. “I have seen what it would do, and you would never be the same.”

“There, there, Maxamed.” Khadra patted him on the back tenderly and steered him toward their room. “I am yours, never fear. Let’s get you to bed. It’s late.”

“Yes, I fear it is too late.” Maxamed let his wife guide him to bed and tuck him in. “But maybe I can change the course of things to come.”

“Maybe.” Khadra kissed her husband on the cheek. “Now get some rest. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

~~

“Mom?” Daniel looked over at his bedside clock. It was almost morning. “Wake up.” He and his mother had really gone at it last night, and she’d fallen asleep still mounted on him. His dick was big enough to stay inside her even when soft. Daniel ran his hands down her soft sides and over the wonderful curve of her hips. Her large breasts pressed into his clavicle, and her head rested on the pillow with her mouth right next to his ear. He could hear her gentle breathing as she slept. “It’s almost morning, Mom. You have to go back to Dad.”

“What … what was that … pumpkin?” Julie opened her eyes. It took her a moment to figure out where she was. When she realized it was her son’s room, her blood froze. “What time is it?” Goodness, was that his soft penis still inside her vagina? Her pussy gave an involuntary squeeze. Oh, no, and he was growing.

“It’s four-thirty.” Daniel’s fingers pressed into the soft, pliable flesh of her butt even as he knew she needed to leave.

“Oh, dear, oh, dear.” Julie lifted her hips and pulled him out of her. Cold semen ran down her legs. “I was worried this would happen. If your father ever found out …” She picked up her bra and panties, finding them on the floor in the moonlight. The cold air sent goosebumps along her arms and legs. She wrapped her nakedness in a robe. “I have to go, sweetie.” Julie turned for the door.

“Bye, Mom. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Julie turned back to the bed and hurried over to Daniel. She kissed him on the lips and on his soft cheek, then rushed for the door. “I’ll see you at breakfast in a few hours.” She looked back over her shoulder as she opened the door and could see her eighteen-year-old son’s penis very hard again and sticking up in the air. It was such a beautiful sight.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?” Julie stopped in the doorway.

“Remember that time we did it after you were running on the treadmill in the basement?” Daniel watched her soft, pretty face hovering in the shadows.

“Yeah.” Julie shivered when she thought about how he had taken her from behind on their washing machine.

“Could you, maybe … um … go for a run naked on the treadmill when I get home from school?”

“Naked? No, Danny. I can’t do that. My breasts need support. And your father will be home this afternoon, and so will your sister for that matter. Why would you even ask such a thing?” Her question came out harsher than intended.

“Sorry.” Daniel hung his head. “I just thought it would be sexy.”

“Sexy?” The thought of pleasing her insatiable teenager was still quite new and titillating to Julie. He really did want her. “Maybe another time, okay?”

“Okay.” Daniel watched her robed figure disappear out the door. He needed to fap. Just thinking about her jiggly body on that treadmill sent waves of pleasure through his nerves.

~~

“Do you hear that, honey?” George stopped working on a drywall patch in the guest bedroom, kneeling on the floor and listening.

“What?” Julie paused as she made the bed. Brad and Penelope would be staying with them tomorrow night, and she wanted the guest room ready for them. She listened to the house. “It sounds like ticking. It’s a clock, George.” She finished tucking in the top sheet.

“I know it’s a clock.” George put down his tools, took off his gloves, and stood. The way his wife filled that dress was otherworldly. It hurt his heart to gaze on her beauty. “But we don’t have a grandfather clock. Or any ticking clock for that matter.” He moved up behind her and grabbed her wide hips. His hand moved up her belly. There was more of a curve there than he remembered. Maybe those larger breasts were a harbinger of more fat to come. George didn’t care.

“Stop, George. I’m making the bed.” Julie pushed his hands away. “Maybe it’s water dripping somewhere.” But Julie knew it was a clock. She’d never seen it, but she’d heard it for months.

“I hope not. Can you imagine that disaster?” He spun her around and kissed his wife on the lips.

“You’re filthy from work, George. Maybe later.” Julie half-heartedly pushed him away again.

“You look too good, Jules.” With a smile, George pushed her down on the bed, lifted her dress, and mounted her.

“You need a condom.” But Julie didn’t insist on it. She let him have his way. It was only fair that he got a turn after what his son had done to her last night.

“I’ll be … careful.” George pulled her panties aside and entered her. Three minutes later, he lay panting on top of her, completely spent. “How was that?”

“Amazing,” Julie lied. She’d barely felt him. It had ended almost before it begun. She’d spent so much of her life thinking that sex with George was good sex. She’d been so wrong. “Now get off, I have to make the bed again.”

“Give me a … minute.” George huffed and puffed.

“Your son and daughter-in-law are sleeping here tomorrow. In this very bed. Have you no shame, Mr. Anderson?” Julie swatted at his shoulder playfully, thinking of all the times Daniel had destroyed her pussy in George and Julie’s marital bed.

“None.” George rolled off his wife and pulled up his pants. “Back to work, I guess.”

~~

“Dude, your sister-in-law is here again.” Hassan nudged Daniel as he watched the gorgeous blonde woman stroll across the library. She was perfectly put together with a black purse slung over her shoulder, a knee-length green dress that hugged her curves wonderfully, and just a touch of makeup. Hassan tried not to drool.

“Really?” Daniel looked up. He was sitting on the floor near the stacks with a book in his lap. He dropped in his bookmark and closed his copy of Psycho. “I better go see what she wants.”

“Yeah, you better.” Hassan nodded and watched Daniel stand up and amble across the library.

The librarian, Mrs. Nancy Pemberton, caught sight of Penelope. “Miss Riley? What’re you doing back here?”

“It’s Mrs. Anderson now.” Penelope held up her left hand so Nancy could see her ring. “I’m here to pick up my brother-in-law.”

“Ah, so you married Brad after all. Good for you.” Although Nancy didn’t really mean it. Brad was obnoxious. Nothing like his thoughtful younger brother. Nancy watched the young man greet his sister-in-law. Nancy looked over at Daniel. “Last time I saw this young woman, she was Homecoming Queen. She was radiant.”

“Thank you kindly, Mrs. Pemberton.” Penelope turned to Daniel. And took him by the shoulder. “Come along now, it’s time for your doctor’s appointment.”

“Right.” Daniel picked up his backpack on the way out and gave a quick wave to Hassan. His friend waved back, but his eyes were glued to Penelope’s butt. “I must have forgot,” Daniel said. “Bye, Mrs. Pemberton.”

“Keep reading, Mr. Anderson,” the librarian called after him.

“I will.” Daniel let Penelope hustle him down the hall. “What’s your rush? I said I’d visit tomorrow.”

“It’s been three days,” Penelope whispered in his ear. “Four days is too long.” She looked around the hall, saw no one, and gave his little butt a smack. “You have a jacket?” Penelope collected her down jacket from a hook by the school’s main entrance.

“No.” Daniel only had on jeans and a sweater.

“It’s snowing, Danny.” She gave him a mock serious look. “If you catch cold and die, I’ll be very upset.”

“You’ll have to keep me warm, Pen.”

“Mission accepted.” She smacked his butt again and herded Daniel out of the school into the falling snow.

~~

From the warmth of her office, Mrs. Erin Haskins watched the pair of Andersons walk shoulder to shoulder into the parking lot. Little white flakes swirled around them. Typical of the boys at the high school, Daniel had neglected to bring a jacket. As principal, Erin always tried to remind the boys that they weren’t impervious to cold. Youth made one feel invincible. It didn’t make one invincible.

This odd couple had Erin’s attention. She strummed her fingers on her desk as she sipped at her coffee. She could see her own reflection superimposed on the retreating Andersons. She was a chubby, middle-aged woman in a dark skirt suit, with her brown hair in a sensible ponytail. The Andersons were a couple of young people having a good time, pushing, playfully hitting, and altogether too close. They looked like lovers to Erin’s trained eye. But of course, that was impossible. Right? Erin didn’t know Penelope’s family, but she knew Julie and George Anderson from church. Daniel was a good kid. The pair got into an SUV. Erin turned back to her monitor and pulled up some files on the computer.

Penelope had been in to see Daniel often these past few months. Doctors’ appointments, was it? Erin would have to see about that. Erin checked Daniel’s grades. They’d been falling lately. Erin’s son had dated Daniel’s twin sister for a little while. She’d have to ask Ted about the Andersons when she got home. She sighed, turned, and watched the SUV leave the parking lot. Erin didn’t know what was going on, but she trusted her gut. And her gut said something fishy was happening right under her nose.

~~

“I’d forgotten you were Homecoming Queen.” Daniel looked over at Penelope. She seemed so serious with her blue eyes staring at the road. That was probably a good thing, he didn’t want them skidding on some ice and ending up in a ditch.

“Oh, yeah. The funny thing about it was Brad didn’t win Homecoming King.” Penelope took her right hand off the wheel and reached into Daniel’s lap. She deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and then pulled out his heavy, semi-rigid cock. It was so warm in her cold fingers.

“Maybe just keep both hands on the wheel?” Daniel liked the attention, but he liked living even more. The snow flew up against the windshield and it reminded him of how stars looked when a starship from one of his beloved movies went warp speed.

“Brad was so jealous of DeQuan. He thought I was cheating on him with the captain of the football team. What a dummy, right?” Penelope smiled and risked a glance at Daniel. Her hand stroked his dick up and down. With each pump it got bigger and bigger. “Maybe he figured I’d cheat because that’s what he would have done.” Penelope laughed at that thought, a soft jingling sound. “With a girl I mean. Everyone had a crush on DeQuan. They all loved the King. But stupid little teenager me only had eyes for Brad.”

“Uh … Pen?” Daniel loved the thought of Brad jealous of the Homecoming King and Penelope’s steadfast faithfulness. The thought so caught his imagination that his balls churned.

“You remember the fight Brad had senior year?” Penelope’s white smile widened. “He had a black eye for graduation, remember? That was DeQuan. Brad, dumb-dumb that he is, accused DeQuan of stealing his girl and took a swing at him. Of course, DeQuan defended himself.”

“I’m going to … cum … Pen.”

“Oh.” Penelope pulled over to the curb on the deserted suburban street. “We can’t have you making a mess of my car.” She looked around, let the car idle, and then lowered her head to Daniel’s lap. She gagged a little as she forced his monstrous length down her throat. What a powerful feeling. With her left hand she massaged his heavy balls. To think, those hanging testicles would be banging against her ass soon. Her pussy creamed.

“My … Homecoming … Queen,” Daniel said. With snow softly falling around their car, Daniel grunted and emptied himself straight into her belly. The sounds of her hungry gulping filled the car.

Penelope carefully cleaned the head with her tongue. Eventually, she leaned back into her own seat and smiled. “There now, let’s get you back to my place.” She put the car back in drive and pulled out onto the road. She noticed Daniel hadn’t tucked away his still hard dick. That was fine by her. Every moment she got to see that thing was a gift.

Ten minutes later, Penelope only wore her bra. She pressed her hands up against the front hallway wall. The framed pictures danced with each thrust she absorbed from the back. “I … ugh … ugh … ugh … love it, Danny. You’re … turning me inside … out.” She could feel his fingers pressed into the flesh around her hips and the desire they conveyed was sublime.

“Don’t have sex with … Brad … for a week.” Daniel looked at one of the bouncing photographs, a wedding shot with Penelope’s veil pushed back and a big smile on her face. Little did that woman know she’d soon give in to a boy sitting in the crowd that day.

“Why?” Penelope looked at a different photo. She and Brad on their honeymoon, both in their swimsuits on the beach. Brad was so tan, and muscled. But it turned out he wasn’t big where it counted.

“I just want … him to go without … a little bit.” Daniel reached a hand up and pulled on her hair.

“Okkkkayyyyy … ggggggzzzzzzzzzzz …” Penelope came while looking at her unsuspected past self so happy on the beach. When she recovered, Daniel was still giving it to her from behind with long, powerful strokes. “I … I … have to tell you … something.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m … I’m …” It was so hard to say, but she desperately wanted Daniel to know. “I’m … pregnant.”

“What?” Daniel stopped thrusting and held his dick all the way inside her. “Really? Is it Brad’s?” He loosened his grip on her hair.

Penelope shook her head and wiggled her pale butt back into him.

“Is it … mine?”

Penelope nodded and looked back over her shoulder. “It’s a good thing, Danny. I want your baby.”

“I thought you were on the pill?” Daniel could feel her pussy squeezing him as he held himself motionless inside her. The flood of emotions was contradictory and confounding.

“It happens.” Penelope shrugged. Especially when you forget to take your pill for some crazy reason, she didn’t say.

“Should I pull out? I mean, will I hurt the baby?”

“No. It’s fine.” Penelope bounced her butt against him to get some rhythm back. “Do me, Danny.”

“Wow.” Daniel put his hands back on her hips and moved slowly in and out, gradually picking up the pace. “What are we going to do about it?”

“I don’t … oh … know, Danny. I’ll have the baby … with Brad … I guess.” Penelope could feel the surge of another orgasm approaching. She had told him he was a father. She was the first to give him that gift, not that stupid girlfriend of his. That made her so proud. “We’ll figure it all out … aaahhhhhhhh … later.”

The glass in the picture frames rattled as Daniel moved closer to his own orgasm. He’d planted a seed inside his sister-in-law, and it had taken root. The idea was unsettling, but also deeply compelling. He thought about all the times he’d cum in his mother. Had they really dodged that bullet? And Khadra, too. “Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.” He unloaded in Penelope’s pussy, thinking about all the babies he could make.

When they had both settled a bit, Penelope pulled him out of her, turned, and dropped to her knees. She worked with her tongue to clean up their combined cum. Between licks, she looked up at Daniel. “Can I be your … girlfriend?” He tasted so salty and so good. “I mean … I know you already have this mysterious girlfriend.” She popped him in her mouth, swirled her tongue, and then popped him out again. “But can I be your secret girlfriend, too?”

What could Daniel say? He’d already knocked her up. “Of course, Pen. You’re my secret girlfriend, too.”

“Oh, so your other girlfriend is a secret?” Penelope gave each of his balls a kiss and stood up. She walked down the hall to retrieve her clothes. She needed to get Daniel back to school.

“I didn’t say that.” Daniel dressed himself, watching Penelope’s wide, pale butt shimmy as she pulled on her panties.

“Yes, you did.” Penelope turned and winked at him. “I’ll figure it out someday, smartypants.”

“Whatever, Pen.” Daniel sighed and pulled on his shoes. “I have a test in a little bit, can you take me to school?”

“Of course.” Penelope went to fetch her purse. “I’m sure you’ll ace it. You always were such a nerd.” She rolled her eyes playfully at him, but closely gauged his reaction. He laughed it off and Penelope breathed a sigh of relief. She knew he was sometimes sensitive about her teasing him. “Are you still coming over tomorrow?”

“Sure.” Daniel walked up and gave her butt a smack through her dress. He thought about saying something about the baby, but still didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t worry about the baby, Danny.” Penelope put her hand on her stomach. “Brad will think it’s his. It’ll all be fine.”

“Yeah.” Daniel nodded. “It’ll be fine.” And he followed Penelope to the garage to get back to his test on time.



~~

The cold air in the basement settled around Julie as she undressed. First, she took off her running shoes. Then her socks, yoga pants, panties, shirt, and sports bra. She stood naked and shivered. The treadmill came to life when she pressed start and stepped on. It gradually increased speed, until she was at a good jog. Her boobs took long bounding lunges, from side to side and up and down. They hurt, but not as much as Julie expected.

It was time for the twins to get home from school and normally she wouldn’t expect anyone to come down to the basement. But she’d left Daniel a very nice note on his desk telling him where to find her and what state of disrobe she’d be in. So, Julie expected her son to arrive any minute.

“What in heaven’s name are you doing, Jules?” George stood at the bottom of the basement stairs, watching his naked wife jog on the treadmill. The way her butt shook with each step was mesmerizing, but also scandalous. What if someone other than her husband had wandered down into the basement?

Julie looked over her shoulder and nearly tumbled from the treadmill. She caught her balance with a hand on the rail and lifted her feet off the rotating belt. “George. I was just …” She stepped off the treadmill completely and covered her boobs and brown bush with her hands and arms.

“What? You were just what?” George walked across the basement toward the laundry room. “You’re lucky it was me that found you running like some crazy hippie in the nude. The twins are due home any minute. What if one of them walked down here?”

“Running naked is … supposed to be good for …” Julie looked up at the ceiling as she thought up a lie. “I read this thing online that running naked is good for ageing women. It helps our bodies keep the sag away. You know, in Paleolithic times women didn’t have any supportive underwear.”

“You’re supposed to run like a caveman?” George stopped at the laundry room door and cocked his head. It was an interesting theory.

“A cavewoman. Yes.” Julie nodded and dressed herself.

“You don’t need to worry about sag, Jules.” George watched her boobs disappear back into her sports bra. “I mean, sure your breasts hang a bit. But they look wonderful. Better than on our wedding day.”

“Thank you, honey.” Julie blushed and pulled her pants on.

“Wow, Mom, I …” Daniel froze at the bottom of the stairs. “Oh, hi, Dad.”

“Avert your eyes, Danny. Your mother’s getting dressed.” George gave Julie an I-told-you-so look. When she’d pulled her shirt on, he looked back at Daniel. “Welcome home. It’s almost like I just warned someone of this exact situation.”

“What?” Daniel raised his eyebrows and looked back and forth between his parents. “Look, sorry to interrupt. I got your note, Mom. And I thought …” Daniel gave an exaggerated shrug.

“Note?” George felt like he was missing something.

“Oh, I just left a note on Danny’s desk welcoming him home and congratulating him on his test.” Julie studied George closely to see the effect of this lie. It seemed to do the trick. When had lying become such a habit for her? When had she become good at it?

“Test?” George perked up. “You did well on a test?”

“Yeah, I aced a math test today.” Daniel frowned. This was a lie. He’d actually barely passed his math test after Penelope had dropped him back at school. He hadn’t been able to concentrate after the news she’d dropped on him. The lack of studying hadn’t helped either.

“Excellent. Extra dessert for you tonight, kiddo.” George smiled, opened the door, and disappeared into the laundry room.

Daniel gave Julie a look that said what the heck is he doing here?

Julie mouthed the word sorry at Daniel. “Yes, lots of goodies for you tonight, Danny. Now run along upstairs and we’ll catch up with you later.” She gave him a wink. “If you’re in your room, I might bring you an early dessert in a few minutes.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks, Mom.” Daniel smiled and bounded back up the stairs.

“George. Are you busy for the next hour?” Julie called into the laundry room.

“Yeah, I’ve got to work on this leaky valve near the water heater. Why, you need something?” George called out at her.

“No. That’s fine, dear.” Julie couldn’t stop the smile that spread on her face. “That’s fine. I’ll catch up with you at dinner.”

“Sounds good. The water will be off for a little while.” George turned off the main and got to work. This house certainly kept him busy.

“Not a problem.” Julie turned and headed for the stairs. Hopefully the water would be back on by the time she needed a shower. They’d have to make this a quicky. No more than an hour, she promised herself.

~~

“I was thinking you could put it in my butt, today. What do you want, sweetie?” Julie stroked his penis with her breasts, giving the head a lick every once in a while.

“About that …” Daniel took a deep breath. He really hoped she wouldn’t be mad at him. Better to tell her while she had her tits wrapped around his dick. He figured she’d be less likely to scold him that way. “Truthful lips endure forever, but a lying tongue is but for a moment. Right?”

“Don’t quote the bible while I’m doing this for you, pumpkin.” Julie looked up at him with adoration. When was he going to mount her? He better do it soon or they were going to run out of time.

“I got a girl pregnant.”

“You what?” Julie stopped moving her breasts up and down and held them with his penis still buried between them. She looked up with incredulous, wide eyes at her handsome son. “You did what now?”

“It was an accident.”

“Well I guessed that much.” Her hands moved, almost as if on their own, and squeezed her boobs slowly up and down again. “Who is it? Is she one of your classmates? Did you use the condoms I got you? No, this must have happened before I got them. Was I too late?” Her hands sped up.

“She isn’t a classmate.” Daniel leaned back on his bed. He couldn’t believe she was still giving him a titjob after he’d broken the news.

“You conquered a teenager with this enormous thing, didn’t you?” Julie stood, straddled her son, and positioned his penis at her entrance. She really should be angry. Furious even. But the thought of him taking one of those high school seniors, digging her out, and leaving her full made Julie giddy. She wished she could have seen that girl’s eyes when Daniel plastered her womb. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh.” Julie lowered herself onto his penis and felt inch after inch slide in. “This is the penis that … uuugggghhhhhhh … penetrated some innocent girl.”

“I told you … uh … uh … uh … Mom.” Daniel grunted as his mother planted her feet on the bed and rode him with long, bouncing strokes. “She’s older.”

“You did?” Julie, her face twisted with lust, looked down into Daniel’s blue eyes and knew. A mother always knows these things. “You … ugghhhh … didn’t stop doing it with Penelope. Did you?”

Daniel shook his head and watched her big tits bounce and shake.

“Oh, gosh, Danny. You impregnated your brother’s wife?” The thought set Julie on fire. She switched up her movements, and rubbed her clit against him with hard, twisting gyrations. “What have you done?”

“She … was on the pill.”

“Your seed was so strong that … oooohhhhhh … it beat her birth control?” How many different layers of wrong were carefully placed on this one moment? A massive orgasm seized Julie and she convulsed with quick jerking motions on top of Daniel. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.” Just as she came down from the orgasm, she felt the hot splashes inside her and heard Daniel’s familiar soft grunts. Another climax took her, one on top of the other. She closed her eyes and let the rapture carry her away.

A few minutes later, Julie opened her eyes and looked down at Daniel. He had his usual post-orgasm dreaminess about his face, but he also looked a little worried. She put her hands on his chest and felt that long pole still nestled inside her. “It’s okay.” She wouldn’t be a hypocrite. She was hardly one to cast stones on the baby issue. “I know Brad and Penelope were thinking about starting a family in a year or two. It’s just a little early. Everything’s going to be fine. Are you happy you’ll be an uncle?”

“Yes?” Daniel was not sure what the right answer was.

“Good.” Julie thought about something and her shoulders tensed. “Did you tell her about us? I know how pillow talk goes.”

“No.” Daniel shook his head adamantly. “I haven’t told anyone.”

“Good boy.” Julie squeezed her pussy on his penis and felt Daniel flex his giant thing back at her. “I’m disappointed you didn’t listen to me and you kept seeing her. But I understand how it is with teenagers. You are a horny lot.” Julie smiled at him. “Promise me you’ll use condoms from now on. No matter what the girl says about birth control.”

“I promise.” Daniel would certainly try.

“And you can’t sleep with your sister-in-law again.” Julie tried to look cross, but this was hard to do while naked and straddling her son’s lap. “I won’t have her break Brad’s heart.”

“I promise.” Daniel reached up and fondled her boobs. He was confident that he wasn’t really going to get in trouble. He thought about what would have happened if he’d told his mom about knocking up his sister-in-law before they’d moved into Palmer Mansion. It would have been fire and brimstone. But now, not so much.

Julie sighed and her hips rocked back and forth. “Okay, maybe one more time before I make dinner. Your father should be busy in the basement a while longer.” It was actually well past the hour she’d given herself, but Julie felt optimistic. “Fill me up … one … more … time.” She bounced her hips and she could hear the slurping sounds as that hard penis displaced the sperm he’d already dumped inside her. Why did sex with her son have to be so perfect?



~~

The car slid to a stop in the snowy parking lot. Maxamed was a couple miles from the Anderson house, but he didn’t want to park any closer. He didn’t want the house to see him coming. The wheels slipped and spun as Maxamed pulled into a spot. Tonight was a perfectly lucid night for Maxamed. He felt clear headed. He’d woken at two in the morning, sneaked out of bed, and with the knowledge of exactly what he needed to do.

Maxamed got out of the car, opened the trunk, took out the tiki torch and lit it with his lighter. Not a roaring fire, but plenty good enough to burn the vile place to the ground. It seemed odd to hike down the street with a lit torch, but with the falling snow he needed something to help light his way. His boots crunched in fresh powder as he began his walk.

Awhile later, he arrived. Pulling his jacket tight around him with his left hand, Maxamed held the torch up with his right. He blinked in the snow at the shadow of the two Victorian towers rising above him. “You cannot have my wife,” he whispered.

Maxamed trudged down the front walk. The snow blanketed the place in silence. When he reached the front door, he was surprised to find it wide open. Was this the house’s invitation to its own destruction? Maxamed stepped in and held the torch aloft. The mansion was not as he remembered it. There were strange, dark paintings on the walls and new furniture. White people were always changing their décor. A door to his left stood open and a warm glow flickered from inside.

A flash of memory hit Maxamed. That was where he’d taken the boy for his exorcism. And something else had happened in there. Something horrible. Maxamed decided to start the fire there and then wake up the Andersons to flee. Once the fire got going, they wouldn’t be able to stop it. He strode across the large entry room, past the main stairs, and into the once locked room. He stopped dead in his tracks upon entering the room, his heart nearly beat out of his chest. Behind him, the door swung silently closed.

“Welcome to my favorite room, Mr. …?” A tall man in three-piece suit and top hat lounged in an armchair at the far end of the room.

“Samatar.” Maxamed ogled the man and his surroundings. The man had a thick, dark mustache and the blackest eyes Maxamed had ever seen. Smoke rose slowly from a pipe in his left hand. The room contained a sofa, a sideboard, a glowing oil lamp, and the armchair. Maxamed suddenly remembered tying Daniel Anderson to that chair. The room’s most striking feature, however, was an enormous brown bear that stood right next to the armchair and leaned its left forepaw on the man’s right shoulder. It watched Maxamed with hungry intensity.

“Mr. Samatar. Ah.” The man tipped his hat at Maxamed. “I am Mr. Frederick Palmer and this is my home.” He took a puff from his pipe and blew smoke up into the air, watching it writhe and twist.

“You are mistaken, this is a demon’s home.” Maxamed held the torch in front of him, as if it would ward off this new evil.

“The devil has his hooks in this place, to be sure.” Frederick nodded with thoughtful purpose. “But so does God. For I am His agent, messenger, and guardian. And He is filled with wrath. Our God is a vengeful God.”

“I do not recognize your god.” Maxamed eyed the sofa. A good place to start a fire. The bear moved slightly, shifting its weight. Allah help him, the thing was alive. Maxamed had hoped it was taxidermy. Maxamed’s knees began to tremble.

“But He does recognize your countenance.” Frederick’s gaze shone cold in the room. “And he cares not for it. Are you so wrapped in your possession of a woman that you would commit arson upon my house and burn alive those living in it?”

“I’ll get them out first.”

“That is a poor plan.” Frederick’s smile seemed more ice than human flesh. “It is said that to colonize a land, the colonizer must first till its soil, consume its fertility, and reap its harvests.”

“You talk in riddles.”

“It is metaphor.” Frederick sighed and looked over his shoulder at the bear. He nodded. The bear looked down with a sad, ursine face and nodded back. “I don’t see as much as I used to. As the years pass, my vision darkens and shadows move through my house. But He has told me that your wife has already been colonized by that witch.”

“Who? What witch?” Maxamed was beyond confused.

“You hear that clock?” Frederick paused and cupped a hand to his ear. The tick tock of a great grandfather clock somehow made its way into the soundproof room. “That was a wedding gift from my wife’s father. When her treachery became clear, I cleaved and hung her various parts in place of the clock’s pendulum and weights. The fucking thing kept ticking. Hell of a sight, that was. I moved the clock’s parts inside her. I’m happy to tell you that she no longer went tick tock tick tock.”

“That’s horrible.” Maxamed took a step back and looked over his shoulder to see the door closed behind him. “It can’t be true.” His pulse now beat in his ears.

“For he is God’s servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God’s wrath on the wrongdoer,” Frederick recited one of his favorite bible passages and rose from his chair, chewing on his smoking pipe. As he sucked in, the embers reflected red in his eyes. “You came tonight to foment fire and realize murder. That He cannot suffer. That I cannot suffer.” He nodded at Maxamed and the bear lumbered out from behind the armchair. Standing at its full height, it was greater than ten feet tall. It walked on its hind legs across the room.

“Back. Get back.” Maxamed’s voice wavered. He turned to the door, but it was locked. He then turned back to face the beast. “Help. Somebody help me.” He held the torch before him. The bear was only a few feet away. Maxamed could smell its sickly-sweet breath, and see the torchlight glistening on its sharp, yellowed incisors.

“They cannot hear you.” Frederick laughed. “No one will hear you.”

The bear knocked the torch away from Maxamed with a mighty arm. The flame extinguished as it clattered to the floor.

Maxamed made his last earthly sound, a keening, plaintive scream. But Frederick was right. No one heard him. No one came to his rescue.

 

Chapter 17

A shiver ran down Julie’s spine. It was cold in the hall as she stole out of her bedroom wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties. She put her hand protectively on her stomach. She could just feel the growing bump there. She wasn’t going to be able to hide it forever.

Softly, Julie closed her bedroom door. She didn’t want to wake her oblivious husband sleeping in their marital bed. Also, Brad and Penelope slept right across the hall. She didn’t want to wake them. But more than anything, she didn’t want to wake the house. She remembered well the night Frederick Palmer had chased her down the hall. She hadn’t seen him since. Maybe he’d wandered off never to return. Julie padded down the hall and stopped in front of Daniel’s door.

Julie reached for Daniel’s door, but then stopped. Not tonight. Julie tried to give her twins equal time. She took a deep breath and thought of the pleasures that awaited her in Brittney’s tower room. She hustled down the dark hall and up the stairs.

Outside Brittney’s door, Julie paused. All three of her children slept under her roof that night. Brad had always been different than the twins. He rebelled at his outsider status. But now, he was more the odd one out than ever. Julie had bonded with the twins like she’d never imagined possible. Poor Brad had no idea how he’d been pushed farther to the margins. Even his own wife had betrayed him for Daniel and his monstrous penis.

Somewhere in the house, a clock ticked with ponderous precision. Julie opened her daughter’s door and slipped into her room.

~~

The clock struck eleven, and then twelve, and then one. Penelope lay in bed, her body a taut mess of anticipation. Even as Brad snored next to her, she couldn’t sleep a wink. She just lay there, waiting and daydreaming about the things she’d do with Daniel. Penelope let the clock tick for a while after it struck one, and then she eased out of bed, careful not to disturb her husband. She had her t-shirt and panties on, but it was cold. She pulled on some sweatpants, grabbed two blankets Julie had left for them, and moved out into the hall. All was quiet as she moved toward Daniel’s room. She clutched the folded blankets tightly to her chest.

Once in Daniel’s room, she moved next to his bed and shook him awake. “Danny? Wake up. It’s me.”

“Mom?” Daniel rolled over onto his back. His dick was so hard it was almost painful. “Get under the covers, Mom.”

“It’s me, Pen.” Penelope paused and cocked her head. “And that’s a weird thing to say.”

“What?” Daniel opened his eyes and looked up at his beautiful, blonde sister-in-law. “Oh, hey, Pen. Sorry, I was confused.”

“Right.” Penelope smiled down at him. “I wanna go to the tower room with you. It’s going to be gorgeous with the moon and snow. The perfect place to screw.” She held the blankets up for him to see. “And I brought blankets in case we get cold.”

“We can’t … screw in my sister’s room.”

“The other tower, silly.” She pulled the blanket off her eighteen-year-old brother-in-law and saw he had on flannel pajamas. There was a large bulge that told Penelope he was very ready for her. “Come on, we only have a few hours.”

“Okay, okay.” Daniel rose. “I can carry the blankets.” He held out his arms.

“Always the gentleman, Danny. Your brother could learn a thing or two from you.” She handed him the blankets with a wink and led him back out into the hall. They marched across the house and ascended the stairs to the west tower.

~~

“I love the way these feel, Mom.” Brittney groped her mom’s heavy boobs through the thin cotton of her t-shirt. “They’re so full.” She lifted herself onto her toes, leaned her head up, and planted a kiss on Julie’s lips.

“Oh … mmmmm … sweetie … that feels … good,” Julie said between heated kisses. She felt her daughter press into her, and Julie backed up until her panty-clad butt touched one of the cold, gently-curved windows that surrounded the room.

“Shirt … off … Mom.” Brittney lifted the shirt over her mother’s head and tossed it behind them. When her mom had come in, Brittney had been reading in bed. Her bedside lamp was still on, and she admired the perfect, hanging mammaries in the warm glow. Those little blue veins that crisscrossed Julie’s boobs were to die for. “Midnight snack?” She lowered her mouth to Julie’s right nipple and was rewarded with that sweet, warm elixir.

“Of course, pumpkin. Ooohhhhhhhh.” Julie cupped her daughter’s brown hair and pressed Brittney’s face into her boob. “You’re so close to my … heart … when you’re back at my breast.”

Brittney suckled for several minutes, and then pulled off the nipple and looked up at Julie with a mischievous grin. Milk dribbled down her chin. “Have you tried it yet?”

“What? My milk? No, of course not. That would be –”

“I bet you could get your nipple in your mouth. I mean your boobs are really big, Mom.” Brittney traced her fingertip along the bottom of Julie’s left tit and watched as her mother shivered.

“Well, maybe.” Julie shook her head. She wanted to say no, but she knew there was very little she wouldn’t do for her twins. “Like this?” Julie lifted up her right breast from underneath, angled the nipple up, and placed it in her mouth. “Mmmpppphhhhhh.” The milk was lovely. She could see why Brittney fed on her so often. The warm, rich liquid filled Julie’s mouth and ran down her throat. She closed her eyes, and felt Brittney go back to sucking on her left nipple. They both gulped greedily, standing in Brittney’s chilly room.

~~

“Look, Danny,” Penelope whispered and moved through the shadows to one of the east facing windows in the tower room. “Your sister’s light is on. And she’s with … she’s … oh, my, God.” Penelope stood dumfounded near the window.

“We should just go back to …” Daniel walked up next to Penelope and froze when he saw what she was looking at. The blankets tumbled from his hands. “Are they … are they both sucking my mom’s boobs?”

“Yeah.” Penelope looked over at Daniel in the moonlight that fell through the windows. Along with the surprise she expected to see in his face, she also caught a hint of something else. Jealousy maybe? Longing? She looked back to the other tower. “Can they … see us?”

“I don’t think so. With a light on inside, they can’t see anything outside.” Daniel scanned quickly around the house. Snow fell lightly and covered the nearby fields and trees. It was pretty. Penelope had been right about that. He looked back to his sister’s room, where Julie held one of her tits up to her mouth, and Brittney had her mouth clamped on the other one.

“This is … surprisingly … hot.” Penelope quickly pulled off her sweatpants, shirt, and panties and put her hands on the window frame. She stuck her butt back at Daniel. “You need to put it in now, Danny.”

“Yeah, okay.” Daniel pulled off his pajamas and microboxers. He glanced down at Penelope’s pale, round butt. “But if they turn off the light, we need to drop to the floor.”

“Okay.” Penelope spread her legs to the sides, lowering her hips. “Put it in, put it in, put it … aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh … God, you’re so deep.” She felt that long shaft slip in from behind, her eyes still fixed on the mother/daughter feeding in the other tower. “If we … ugh … ugh … caught them like this … they must have been doing … this for a while. It would be lucky if we caught them the one time they … um … go at it.” Penelope could see the pleasure on Julie’s face as her mouth pursed around her own nipple. It looked like she was actually gulping something down. “Jesus, Danny. I think she’s got … milk … in those oooohhhhhhhhhh.” Penelope thrust back at the eighteen-year-old teenager, while his twin kissed her way down Julie’s belly and lowered herself down so that she was mostly out of view. Penelope could just see the top of Brittney’s brown head between Julie’s legs.

“She does … have milk.” Daniel grabbed her hips and really smashed her backside. The smacking sounds of his hips on her plump ass reverberated around the empty space. “I mean … um … that’s what it looks like. Um … is Brit going down on her?”

“Shit, yessssssss.” Penelope watched as Julie dropped her tit and leaned back against the window behind her. The woman’s eyes widened, but not in surprise. This was passion. Julie was used to this. Good, God. While Penelope had been doing one twin, Julie had been doing the other one. “Aaarrrrggggghhhhhh.” Penelope came with that realization. When her mind got ahold of itself again, Daniel was still humping her from behind. He always pounded her hard, but he seemed to be giving her extra that night. What had Daniel said? She does? “How … do you … know … your mom has milk … in her boobs?” She looked back at him over her shoulder.

“I … ah … ah … I just …” Daniel tried not to look into Penelope’s blue eyes, instead looking past her at the other tower where his mom was clearly climaxing on his sister’s tongue.

As she absorbed thrust after thrust, clarity dawned on Penelope. “Holy, shiiiiiiittttt. Your mom … is your girlfriend.” She watched his face, despite the lust and concentration written there, she could see the flicker of truth. “No wonder … I wasn’t enough for you. Your own … mother …” With that she felt the first splash of hot cum inside her. Penelope gritted her teeth. Daniel never came that fast. Her brain fogged over with rapture as he filled her up.

“I … can’t … believe … it.” Daniel pulled out of Penelope, as they both still panted. He watched as Brittney’s hands rose up into view and pulled Julie by her boobs until both women went out of view. Probably into Brittney’s bed.

“When you and your mom were … boffing, she didn’t mention … that she was also doing your twin?” Penelope straightened up and turned around.

“Shut up.” Daniel furrowed his eyebrows. “It’s not like that. I just … didn’t know. I didn’t know.”

“I’m sorry.” Penelope reached out for him and pulled him into a hug, pressing their mismatched nakedness together. Daniel was always so sensitive. “I just meant this must be very surprising for you.” She felt his head fall to her shoulder. His hard dick burrowed between her thighs.

“Yeah.” He nodded and he let her envelope his thin, wiry frame with her warm curves.

“Well. You have nothing to worry about, Danny.” She slowly slid her hips back and forth so that his dick rubbed against her cum coated thighs. “This clusterfuck the Andersons have going is one of the sexiest things that’s ever happened on the face of the Earth. I mean, me with my husband’s nerdy teenage brother is hot. Really hot.” She reached down and cupped his butt in her hands. “But then you with your huge dick in your holier-than-thou mother is just flat-out on fire. You have had sex with your mother, right?”

Daniel nodded.

“Amazing.” Penelope moved her hips faster, sliding that throbbing dick between her thighs. “And then little-miss-goody-two-shoes Brittney is also doing your perfect mother? God, I’m going to cum just thinking about this mess.” She jumped into Daniel’s arms, putting her legs around his hips. He took a stumbling step back but held her. “I’m so glad I married Brad.” She reached under her and guided his cock into her sopping pussy. “If for nothing else than to be a part of this heaven … or hell … or whatever this is. Aaaaaaaahhhhhh.” She put her arms around his neck and felt his hands grab her ass. She bounced in the air. “Give it to me … like you give it to your Mom. Uuuugggghhhhhh. Jesus, the same dick that’s inside me was in … Julie Fucking Anderson. Aaaaaahhhhhhhh.” And she came again.

A while later, Penelope and Daniel lay on a blanket on the floor of the tower room, their sweaty bodies still entwined.

“I want to see.” Penelope ran her fingertip along his skinny chest, outlining one of his tiny nipples.

“What?”

“I want to see you and your mom have sex.” Penelope’s whole body tingled from the orgasms she’d just had. Her time with Daniel was always way better than what any other man had done to her. In fact, it wasn’t in the same ballpark. It wasn’t even the same sport. But that night, with all its twisted revelations, was the best sex yet. “I have to see it, Danny.”

“No way.” Daniel stared up at the domed ceiling. He needed to head back to bed soon. He really hoped they didn’t run into his mother in the halls.

“Please don’t take any offense, but Julie’s a prude. And if she’s somehow fallen for your big dick, I really, really need to see it.”

“Impossible, Pen.”

“Okay, maybe not in person,” she purred. “Take a video with your phone. Tell her it’s just for the two of you. Heck, I let Brad do it. Take a video this week. Please?”

“Maybe.”

“So, you’ll do it?” Penelope couldn’t hide her smile. “Great, you can come over after school and show me.”

“I don’t know.” Daniel sighed. The thought of filming his mom and showing it to Penelope was very tempting.

“Thank you, Danny. I’ll make it really special.” She bit her lower lip. “I don’t know if you’d fit, but you can try my butt if you want when we watch it.” She tilted her head and looked up at him. “Oh, my God. You had anal with her, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to get her pregnant.” Daniel let a little half-smile slip onto his face. Talking about his mom with someone really made the whole thing more real.

“You didn’t use condoms?” Penelope laughed. “You’re a madman, Danny.” She pressed her body more tightly into him. She was crushing on this boy so hard. Finding out what he’d been up to, heightened all her feelings.

The clock chimed four and they both got up and dressed.

“Let’s go back to our rooms one at a time,” Daniel said. “I’d die if Mom caught us together.”

“Agreed.”

~~

“If Daniel Anderson leaves during class hours, I want to hear about it before he walks out those doors. Okay, Sally?” Erin Haskins stood straight next to the administrative assistant’s desk.

“What if it’s another doctor’s appointment?” Sally looked up at her boss and blinked. This was an unusual request.

“Especially if it’s another one of those and Penelope Anderson is signing him out.” Erin crossed her arms over her skirt suit jacket.

“What if it’s his mom picking him up?” Sally twirled some of her hair on her finger. She didn’t like extra things to remember.

“That, too.” Erin nodded.

“What if there’s a fire?”

Erin laughed. “You can let him go without checking in if the school’s on fire.”

“Good, just wanted to make sure.” Sally smiled.

“Thank you, Sally.” Erin turned and walked back toward her office. If Penelope showed up again, that would be Erin’s opportunity to confront her and get to the bottom of things.

~~

“You’ve been busy as a bee, pollinating flower after flower.” Eloise strode into the library with only a long nightgown covering her pregnant form. She fixed her green eyes on Daniel as he looked up from his book, and she closed the door behind her. “You certainly have a spry bludgeon down there.” She nodded at the bulge in Daniel’s pants.

“Hello, Mrs. Palmer.” Daniel dropped his bookmark on the open page and closed the book. He looked up at her seemingly innocent, freckled beauty. “What did you mean about flowers?”

“I mean what I say, Daniel.” She walked over to him and knelt between his legs. “I’m proud of all you’ve accomplished. We’re all proud of you.” She pushed her red hair back over her shoulders and smiled her perfect smile up at him.

“You mean Day Star?” Daniel felt the blood rush to his dick and found that his mind slowed as it always did when sex was imminent. Something about blood not being able to be in two places at once.

“My partner, yes.” Eloise nodded and unbuttoned Daniel’s pants.

“How did you … um … get to be partners?”

“I like to break rules. Rules designed to fence us in. Rules made to deny us our true nature.” Eloise pulled down his pants and underwear. Her eyes sparkled as she took in his behemoth. She licked up the underside starting at his overripe testicles and ending at his glans. Eloise then put both hands on him and stroked slowly. “Day Star, as you call him, rebelled when he could ask no questions about the arbitrary, contradictory terms He placed on us. The Lord in Heaven is not what you believe. He loves his power more than anything else, and he uses despicable means to achieve fealty.”

“By despicable means … you mean Frederick?” Daniel shivered. He had been with so many living women, that he’d almost forgotten how cold Eloise was.

“Never fear, Daniel. I will protect you from them.” She licked the head again. “And they weaken day by day. I do not know if Frederick even knows what he is anymore.” She took a deep breath. “Let us talk of things that are not my husband.” Her gaze briefly flitting at the binary diamond ring on her left hand. “There is trouble coming to our house.”

“What … sort of trouble?” Daniel could barely concentrate on their conversation, the handjob felt so good.

“I do not know her, yet. But she will come here, dearie.” She paused her warning to suck his right testicle into her mouth. She rolled it with her frigid tongue and then spit it back out. “When she arrives, take her into the hidden stairway. There we may have time to ameliorate the trouble.”

“I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“Heavens, no, Danny.” Eloise stood, lifted her nightgown, and straddled Daniel. She guided him inside, her vagina clutching at his thick, warm pole. “I would never ask you to hurt anyone.” Eloise moved her hips and put her hands on her round belly. “You need only … convince her.”

“Okay.” Daniel let his mind wander. This phantom of a woman had never let him down. He trusted her completely.

~~

“Any news?” Khadra listened to her phone. “Okay, Detective, thank you.” She disconnected and threw her phone on the couch.

It had been ten days since her husband had disappeared in the middle of the night. No one had seen him since. She called the police every day, but Maxamed obviously wasn’t a priority to them.

“He’s gone.” Khadra slumped down on the couch next to her phone. The stillness of her house pressed in around her. Her children were still with their grandparents. Her husband had left her. It was just Khadra in the house. She stood up and walked into the bedroom. She paused when she saw what waited for her on the bed.

“Why would you tempt me at a time like this, demon?” she whispered to the empty room. It had been days since that pitch-black dildo had appeared, and Khadra’s vagina practically grasped for it. Khadra flung herself onto the bed, pulled her dress up, spread her legs, and buried the thing deep inside her. “Oooooohhhhhhhhhh.” Only one thing on Earth felt better than that silicone phallus, and it was attached to a teenager across town. If Maxamed didn’t return soon, Khadra might just have to pay a visit to the Anderson house again.

~~

“What are you doing with your phone, pumpkin?” Julie sat on the bed between her son’s legs with both hands on his monster. She was about to take him into her mouth when he pulled out his phone.

“I want to shoot a video of you, Mom. Of us.” Daniel held up the phone and pointed it at her.

“Absolutely not.” Julie took her left hand off his penis and shielded her eyes from the prying gaze of the camera. “Put it away, Danny.” Here she was, naked, holding her son’s giant thing, and he wanted to record it?

“Come on, Mom. Please? I want to have something to look at when you can’t be here.” Daniel was naked, too. He framed her vertically to accommodate his thirteen inches.

“I’m in your bed just about every other night, mister.” With her left hand still shielding her eyes, she moved her right hand up and down the shaft. She just couldn’t resist. “Now put the phone away.”

“Mom, could you put your forearm next to my dick?” He smiled from behind the phone. “You know, to compare the size.”

“How did I get such a dirty son?” But Julie moved her hand away from her eyes, placed her left elbow at the base of his penis, and put her forearm next to his thing. “Oh, my gosh, Danny. It’s bigger than my forearm. Oh, my gosh.” She stared with wide eyes at the comparison.

“That’s amazing. Thank you, Mom.” Daniel couldn’t believe she was doing this. Penelope was going to go wild when she saw this. “Can you smile for the camera now?”

“Oh, gosh.” The comparison really was a big deal for Julie. She had grown used to the idea of his size, but putting it in perspective made her see it as if for the first time. She looked up at Daniel’s phone and offered a somewhat shocked smile.

“Beautiful.” Daniel made sure to keep her wedding ring in the shot. “I bet Dad never asked you to compare him to your forearm.”

“No.” Julie climbed on top of him. She needed Daniel inside her right away. “He didn’t.”

“Turn around. I want to see your butt bounce.”

“Okay.” She turned around, reached under her, and placed his thing at her entrance. “Oh, sweetie. You’re spreading mmmeeeeeeeeeee.” She sunk down inch after inch. Daniel slapped at her butt and she let him. If truth be told, she had grown to like that sort of attention. The way he admired and desired her womanly body sent her into overdrive. “Fill … me … uuuggghhhhh.” She bottomed out and felt him hit places deep inside her. “Oh, gosh. You’re … in my … belly.”

“Ride it, Mom.” Daniel slapped her ass with his left hand and watched it wobble. He enjoyed the red handprint he left on her white skin. With his right hand, he held his phone and continued to record. His mom took him with long pussy strokes. He could already see her frothy wetness covering his dick.

With nothing but grunts and squeals, Julie rode her son for a long time. She knew he still had the recording going, and maybe the thought gave her hips a little extra wiggle. If she was going to give him one video to get through lonely times, she’d have to make it a good one. After a while, her hips moved from bouncing to grinding. She put her hands on his thighs and closed her eyes. “So good … ugh … ugh … I’m going to … you’re going to make me …”

“Me … too …” Daniel dropped his phone on the bed and grabbed both of Julie’s hips. He pulled her up and slammed her down several times.

Stars burst before Julie’s eyes as she felt his hot stuff coat her insides. Mother and son came together. After a minute, Julie rolled off Daniel and lay next to him. Her breasts rising and falling as she worked to catch her breath. “I hope you … like your … video, sweetie.”

“Don’t forget … the third act.” Daniel panted too as he picked up the phone and propped it up on his bedside table so that it would record what happened next. “Let’s do something … interesting.”

“That wasn’t … enough?” But Julie wasn’t surprised. Daniel often wanted to keep going and going. “Oh,” she said dumbly as Daniel roughly placed her on her back, spread his legs, and turned around so that he faced away from her. She lifted her head and looked down past her breasts. It was the oddest sight. She could see his skinny white butt and his great, big testicles hanging as he put his legs on either side of her hips. “Goodness.” She watched him maneuver his penis into her from that odd angle. When it hit the back wall inside her, Julie threw her head back against the mattress.

“How’s that, Mom?” Daniel looked back over his shoulder to see Julie tossing her head back and forth. He leaned forward, planted his hands on the sheet just outside her knees, and slammed his hips into her again and again.

“Won … wonderful … aaahhhhhh … sweetie.” Julie put her hands on his slight butt and pressed her fingernails into his firm flesh. “You’re … hitting … me … just right … oooooohhhhhhhh.” Another orgasm rocked Julie. It seemed like her life was just a series of orgasms recently, each one better than the last.

Daniel went at it like that for a while. He relished the way he drove his mom’s backside into the mattress with each thrust, and then she bounced up ever so slightly into the air, only to be caught by the following thrust.

Julie offered this new position some verbal encouragement at first, but that soon descended into incoherent babbling. When Daniel finally unloaded in her again, she simply grunted and accepted his seed.

As his pulse slowed, Daniel pulled out of his mom and reached for his phone. He turned off the recording, and laid down next to her, with his head on Julie’s left boob. He could hear her heart thumping like a galloping horse.

“I’m the luckiest … mother in the whole world.” Julie reached her right hand over and gently played with Daniel’s blond hair.

“Yeah?” Daniel thought about maybe mentioning Brittney, but he let it slide. Whatever secrets Julie held from him, he figured she’d share eventually.

“You weren’t always easy.” She sighed. “But man, what a payoff. I never would have believed such a thing was possible.”

“Me either.” Daniel enjoyed the slowing beat of her heart and the bitter, potent smell of her sweat. “But I was always easy. Brad was the tough one.”

“You were all difficult in your own way.” She ruffled his hair, pushed him off her, and slipped out of bed. “Each … different in your own way.” Julie had a dreamy expression as she pulled on one of her husband’s sweatshirts. She searched the floor for her panties and found them near the closet.

“Thank you for the video, Mom.” Daniel watched her shimmy her panties up her shapely legs. She was so beautiful his heart hurt to look at her. But, of course, he couldn’t look away.

“You’re welcome, pumpkin.” Julie turned for the door, stopped with her hand on the knob, and gave Daniel a serious look. “It goes without saying that you have to keep that video safe. If your father ever saw it, he’d …” Her voice trailed away.

“He’d probably die of a heart attack.” Daniel nodded, returning her solemnity. “I’ll make sure Dad never sees it. I’ll keep it hidden.”

“Thank you, Danny.” Julie smiled, opened the door, and slipped out into the hall. She could feel her pussy leaking into her panties. She’d have to get herself cleaned off and cleaned out before returning to bed with George. She shut the door behind her and hurried down the hall, accompanied by the tick tock of the persistent, invisible clock.

~~

Erin watched Daniel Anderson walk across the parking lot. He hopped over a little snowbank, adjusted his backpack, and marched down the sidewalk away from the school. It was two hours until the final bell. The rascal had slipped out one of the side doors.

“This sort of truancy won’t be tolerated in my school,” Erin said to herself. She thought about calling Mrs. Anderson right then and bringing her in for a conference. But no, maybe not. Erin tapped her pen on her desk and thought things over. The tales her Teddy had told her about Daniel were beyond salacious. It had taken a while to get those stories out of her son. But once he’d told her he’d seen Daniel with an older, black woman, Erin was beyond shocked.

Clearly Julie Anderson was letting her son run wild, and the best way to rein him in would be a surprise house visit. That always put the fear of God in her students.

That settled, Erin turned her attention to planning for the December debate tournament. So many needs always pushing up against her and demanding her time. She hummed to herself as she went to work.

~~

“Oh, God. That’s the … ugh … ugh … ugh … hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Penelope lay on her back on the living room floor. One leg was on the carpet, the other high in the air as Daniel scissored her. She could feel the weight of his balls slap against her upper thigh with each vigorous lunge. Penelope held Daniel’s phone above her swaying breasts and watched the screen as Julie placed her arm next to Daniel’s dick. “Damn, Danny. You’re … bigger than her forearm. That’s crazy. And your mom … isn’t a small woman.”

“Oh, yeah. That was cool. Right?” Daniel’s slack jaw tightened as he smiled down at Penelope. He could hear his mom on the recording. “How did I get such a dirty son?” and then all of her oh goshes.

“Yeah, totally cool. You are such a nerd.” Penelope glanced up from the screen with alarm, but Daniel didn’t seem to care about being called a nerd at the moment. “Does she have sex on camera?”

“Keep watching.” Daniel hugged Penelope’s leg to his chest and watched her foot flop in the air as he plowed her.

“Damn … Danny.” Penelope stared at the phone as Julie sat on him in a reverse cowgirl. “Look at all that cock disappear … uuuggghhhhh … inside her. I’m …” Penelope gritted her teeth. Her blonde hair fell in front of her eyes from the force of Daniel’s onslaught, but she didn’t have the wherewithal to do anything about it. She clutched the phone tighter, watching her mother-in-law’s ass bounce. “I’m … cummmminnnnggggggg.” Electricity surged through Penelope’s nerve endings. “Aaaaaeeeiiiiiiii.” Penelope and Brad’s small house echoed with her shrieks.

“You look so … amazing when you cum … Pen.” Daniel didn’t slow down for her climax. He kept on plowing.

When she was able to focus on the video again, Penelope saw that Julie was now gyrating and rubbing rather than bouncing. Penelope couldn’t help but admire the woman’s ass. “So good … ugh … ugh … I’m going to … you’re going to make me …” Julie’s voice said via the video. Penelope watched as mother and son came together. “You … you really unloaded … in her pussy.”

“I’m … getting close … Pen.” Daniel kept up his humping.

“Just like you’re going … to do in mine …” The thought occurred to Penelope that she might not be the only pregnant Mrs. Anderson. But that was too crazy to contemplate for long. “Cum … Danny … cum … oooohhhhhhhhhh.” Another orgasm swept through Penelope as she heard Daniel’s soft grunts and felt his hot cum inside her.

Normally, with one of their afterschool trysts, she’d let Daniel dump his load, clean him up, and send him home before there was any chance of Brad arriving back from work. But he’d cut from school early that day. Penelope felt she was having a good influence on the teenager. “We’ve got some extra time today. Wanna go again?”

Daniel looked down at her with his dopey, postcoital smile. “Sure. How do you want it?”

“Well, um …” Penelope looked at the phone she still clutched in her hands. “Like this?” She angled it so Daniel could see his mom going wild as he smashed her in reverse missionary.

“Okay.” Daniel pulled out of her and turned around.

“Do you need a sec to recharge or something?” Penelope watched him line up with her pussy.

“No. I’m good. As long as you can take it again.”

“Like a good slut, you mean?” She watched his skinny butt flex as he pushed into her.

“Yeah. Aaaahhhhhh. You’re my slut?” Daniel was getting better with the dirty talk. Eloise would have been proud.

“I am. Uggghhhhhh.” Penelope squealed as he hit some new spot in the back of her pussy.

“You’re not Brad’s slut?” Daniel nailed her with long, savage strokes.

“No,” she whimpered. In this position, Penelope was pinned to the floor by that magnificent cudgel.

“You’re mine.” Daniel couldn’t believe this homecoming queen was his. He rutted her like an animal. “My pussy.”

“I’m … yours … Danny. Oooooohhhhhhhhhh. It’s … your pussy.” Penelope hit one of those operatic notes as she came. She was totally at this teenager’s mercy. Penelope writhed through orgasm after orgasm. Her time with Daniel was better than any drug she’d ever had, and she and Brad had sampled a few. Between climaxes she looked down at his monster balls as they slapped into her again and again. There was so much cum stored there. Cum that he’d put in his mother and in her. What a web she’d fallen into.

Later, after he’d cum again, Daniel found himself seated naked on the couch, looking down as Penelope lovingly cleaned off their combined cum with her tongue. “When do you start to show?”

“Mmmmppphhh?” She looked up at him with her soft, blue eyes.

“The baby.”

Penelope finished cleaning the underside of his dick. She placed her dress on the couch to catch the cum that was inevitably going to flow out of her, and sat next to Daniel. “You’re the uncle, not the papa. Remember?” She touched his nose with the tip of her finger, playfully. “Officially, I mean.”

“Yeah, I know.” Daniel smiled. He didn’t mind the situation. “I was just wondering when you’d start to show.”

“Well, I’ve never been pregnant before. Soon, I guess?” Penelope shrugged. “You know, when I have a baby, my body isn’t going to be what it is now.” Penelope looked down at his soft cock. “This old mare she ain’t what she used to be,” she sang.

“You’ll be as beautiful as ever.” Daniel lightly smacked her boob. “More beautiful, even. Look at my mom.”

“Yeah, she’s hot.” Penelope nodded in agreement. “Now that I’ve seen her in action and all. Speaking of which, do you think I could get a copy of that video?”

“Are you kidding me?” Daniel shook his head. “Never in a million years. But I’ll show it to you again if you want. I might even make more.”

“Please make more.” Penelope felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of more debauched Julie on video. She looked over at the clock and saw it was getting late. “Let’s get dressed, Danny. I’ll give you a ride home.”

“Thanks, Pen.” Daniel gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You’re the best.”

“I really am.” She stood up and looked for her underwear. “Your special slut.” She found her bra and bent to pick it up.

Daniel smiled at that. He then stood up to fetch his own clothes. Time to go home.

 

Chapter 18

The front walk was treacherous with patches of ice. Khadra minded her footing, placing her boots carefully as she walked up to the old Victorian mansion. The snow had taken the ominous edge off the place. A white blanket lined the sloped roof and peaked towers. She looked up at the house with its icy, ornate façade and pulled her coat tighter around her.

There was no plan in coming to this place. This was the house that corrupted her dreamstone and made her copulate in front of her delirious husband. It had been weeks since Maxamed disappeared, and she needed to do something. Anything. And this place was the most dynamic pivot point in her life. Or so her reasoning went.

She grabbed the old, iron handrail and stepped up the few stairs to the front door. She looked back toward her car in the plowed driveway. The afternoon sun sparkled in the snow all around the house. She turned back to the house and pressed the doorbell. The first eight notes from Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony played inside, coming through the door muffled, and foreboding.

Khadra waited a while. She adjusted her hijab and tugged at her gloves. Eventually, the door opened and there stood Julie, wearing a long, conservative dress and looking radiant. For all the trouble the house had caused the Andersons, Julie looked more vibrant than Khadra had ever seen her.

“Why, hello, Khadra.” Julie smiled and held the door farther open for her. “It’s been a while. Come in.”

“Hello, Mrs. Anderson.” Khadra stepped in, but didn’t close the door behind her despite the cold she could feel reaching into the house.

“Call me Julie, sweetie.” Julie stood patiently waiting for Khadra to explain her visit.

“Okay, Julie.” Khadra fidgeted with her gloves some more.

“I hope you and Maxamed are well.” Julie looked out the door behind Khadra and could see another woman trudging up their front walk. The woman wore a long, puffy coat, scarf, and wool hat. Julie couldn’t tell who was under all that, but the woman also wore heels on her feet. So, Julie guessed, it wasn’t any of her friends.

“Actually, he’s missing.” Khadra shivered. The locked room across the grand entry way drew her attention.

“Missing?” Julie stepped further back as the new guest climbed the stairs. “That’s terrible. What happened?”

“I don’t know. I don’t even know why I came here today. I –” A knock on the open door interrupted Khadra.

“I’m so sorry, Khadra. Hold that thought.” Julie put a sympathetic hand on the small, dark woman’s shoulder and then turned her attention to her new guest.

“Hello, Julie.” Erin unwrapped the scarf from around her face and stepped into the home.

“Principal Haskins. What a surprise.” Julie waved her in. “Come in.”

Khadra stepped to the side to let Erin in. She didn’t take her eyes off the locked room.

“Call me Erin.” Erin looked around for a coat rack. “I haven’t seen you at church lately, Julie.”

“We’ve been busy with the house. But don’t worry, He’s still very much a part of our lives.” Julie reached out her hand. “Let me take your jackets.” The women unzipped and handed her their jackets, and in Erin’s case her hat and scarf. The principal wore a skirt suit with thick tights. Julie stepped over to the closet and hung their things. “Khadra, this is Erin. Erin, Khadra. Now, Erin what can we do for you?”

Erin nodded at Khadra, but the small, dark-skinned woman didn’t return her nod. Khadra was too busy staring across the entry way. “I’m here to talk to you about Daniel.”

“Is he in trouble?” Julie smiled like that was the most ridiculous notion. She finally closed the door, shutting out the cold and turned to her guests. “Speak of the devil.” Daniel and Brittney walked down the hall together and stopped when they saw the women standing by the door.

“Well, actually, Daniel has been –” Erin tried to get to the reason for her visit, but Khadra cut her off.

“Blood.” Khadra pointed to the locked room. From underneath its door, a pool of blood crept across the hardwood floor. “Bllooooooood.” She pointed more frantically.

They all looked in the direction Khadra pointed, but no one else saw anything amiss.

“What in heavens?” Erin said.

“Khadra, are you okay?” Julie stepped toward Khadra.

“Blloooooooddd.” Khadra took a step backward, and teetered for a moment, and then pitched sideways. Julie caught her under the arms.

“What’s all the commotion?” George walked down the hall, wiping grease from his hands onto his overalls. “I just had to replace that damn valve in the basement again. Can you believe it?”

“Help me, George.” Julie looked up at her husband. “She’s fainted.”

“What? Her? Again?” But he hurried down the hall and helped his wife lift the limp woman. “Let’s take her to the guest bedroom.”

Daniel and Brittney stood in the entrance to the hall, mouths hanging open. “I’ll help,” Daniel said.

“No.” Julie looked over at her children. “Since Principal Haskins seems to be here on your account, you be a good host and stay with her until we get Khadra settled.” She helped George carry Khadra up the stairs. “Brittney, I could use your help.”

“Right, Mom.” Brittney followed them upstairs.

When they’d disappeared to the second floor, Daniel looked over at Erin. “Well, Mrs. Haskins, can I get you anything to drink?” He turned and led her toward the kitchen.

“No, thank you.” Erin followed the eighteen-year-old student.

“Okay.” When she said no, Daniel changed course for the main living room. “What’s this about?”

“What is this about?” Erin followed him into a grand room with a large, dead fireplace. She let him sit on the couch and put her back to the hearth, with her hands on her hips. “What is going on with you, young man? You used to be such a good student. And now, I hear things from Ted. Crazy things.” She raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, no.” Daniel watched the fireplace swivel behind her to reveal the darkness of the secret stairs.

“Oh, no is right. He tells me stories about your salacious behavior. Which I wouldn’t ever believe, but for all the other odd things. Doctors’ appointments, are they?” Erin felt a slight breeze in her face. Goodness, that old house was drafty.

“Oh, no.”

“Is that all you have to … say?” The breeze picked up. It was now really blowing, almost pushing her back. “What’s this?” She turned to look behind her just before her heels lost traction and the black, yawning mouth where the fireplace used to be rushed to meet her. “Oh, no.” She realized she was flying through the air. A split-second later, she blacked out.

The wind died down and Daniel watched the hole that had sucked in his principal. “So, that’s the trouble you were talking about?” He looked around the room, but got no answer. “I’m supposed to convince her?” Somewhere in the house, a clock chimed the five o’clock hour. “Fine,” he grumbled, stood, and followed Erin into the secret stairway.

~~

“Where am I?” Erin blinked her eyes open, sat up, and looked around her. She was on a small bed in a tiny, wood-paneled room. Outside, in the gray daylight, snow fell in languid flutters. Daniel sat on a window bench. He had snow on the cuffs of his jeans and on his socks. He also had snow in his blond hair, and on the shoulders of his t-shirt. Erin could see melting, snowy footprints leading from a solid looking door to Daniel’s bench.

“I don’t know.” Daniel looked over at her with concern. “Are you okay?”

“I …” Erin checked herself over. She still had her suit on and it was dry. The only thing missing was her purse. “I’m missing my purse.”

“Oh.” Daniel nodded slowly. “Well, that’s not so bad, considering.”

“Considering what?”

“Considering we’re in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, with no roads that I can see, and only that fireplace for heat.”

Erin noticed the roaring fire in a stone hearth for the first time. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.” Daniel hunched his shoulders and looked back out the window. When he ventured outside, he hadn’t made it very far dressed as he was. But, he had gone far enough to convince himself they were alone, wherever they were.

“You’re lying.” Erin looked around the room, raced to the door, and opened it. There were several feet of snow outside. She stepped out into it and slammed the door behind her.

Fifteen minutes later, she reentered the cabin, her teeth chattering, and hugging herself with her arms. She kicked off her useless heels and padded over to the fire. Her suit and tights dropped snow to the rough wood floor below. She held out her hands to warm them up. “What happened to us?” She didn’t look over at her teenage student.

“I don’t know?” Daniel told the truth, but didn’t fill her in on what he did know. “While you were sleeping, I found a package of food in the snow outside the front door.” Daniel nodded over to the butcher block counter and cabinets that served as the cabin’s kitchen. On the counter was a frozen hunk of meat, carrots, and potatoes. “There’s no running water. No electricity. And you saw the outhouse outside.”

“We’ve been kidnapped and dumped here.” Erin looked around the small cabin. It was just one room, with a table and chairs, a small bed, the kitchen area, the fireplace, and the grand window where Daniel sat. “My husband will come looking for me.”

Daniel shrugged at her. He didn’t think her husband would find them. “I’m hungry. I think we’re supposed to cook there.” Daniel pointed to the spit, andirons, and frying pan by the hearth. “Do you know how to use those?”

“No.” Her stomach grumbled. She frowned down at the crude equipment.

“Okay, well I guess I’ll try and figure it out.” Daniel moved over to the fireplace.

~~

Principal and student didn’t talk much over the next couple days. Erin sat sullen and withdrawn on the window seat most of the time. Daniel busied himself figuring out how to make the most of his stay in the cabin. He roasted the meat pretty well, and figured out how to use the frying pan over the coals.

Every day, a new package mysteriously arrived outside their door sometime in the night with provisions. He found two toothbrushes and toothpaste in a drawer, along with a hairbrush, so at least they had some basic hygiene essentials. For water, Daniel melted snow in a pitcher. He tried to get Erin to join him at the table for meals, but she barely ate. When she did talk, it was to wonder how her children and husband were doing without her. And to express her faith that she’d be rescued any minute.

There was no entertainment in the cabin. Just one old Russian book about a boy in love with an older lady. Erin read it through several times. It was well-written, but how many times can you read the same story?

If it wasn’t for his constant work, Daniel would have been very bored. Every night Daniel slept on the window seat, giving Erin the bed. He’d drift off to sleep dreaming he was back home with his mother. He would often wake in the middle of the night and fap, cumming in his blanket.

Erin could hear what Daniel did in the middle of the night. She tried her best to ignore it. He was a teenager after all, and barely had control over his body.

Trips out into the snow were no fun in socks, but Daniel dutifully went out every day to collect firewood, bring in the day’s package, and, of course, to use the outhouse. Erin didn’t offer to help.

By day four, the snow stopped falling. They could see they were on a mountain, atop a long, narrow valley lined with evergreens. It was beautiful, but also forlorn. Daniel knew he needed to somehow convince Erin to take the deal, but Eloise hadn’t appeared, and he didn’t really know what to do with the recalcitrant woman. They were both getting ripe, so maybe a bath would get things rolling. He went outside with a large bowl from the cabinets and collected snow. He then came back and set up. There was a tiled square to the left of the fireplace that slopped to a small drain. He figured it was for drying wet clothing after coming in from a hunt, or something. It would serve as a bathing space.

“I stink, so I’m gonna take a bath.” Daniel looked over at Erin as she sat looking out the window. “You could probably use a bath, too. Right?” He watched her closely. She hadn’t taken off that skirt suit since they got there. “I found some soap in last night’s package. And there’s a hairbrush in one of those drawers over there. So …”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to undress in front of one of my students.” Erin glanced around the room. There was zero privacy.

“I’ll wash our clothes, too.” Daniel smiled helpfully. He slowly undressed and piled his clothes on the floor.

“If you’re going to do that, do it outside.” Erin tried not to look at the skinny eighteen-year-old, but her eyes fell to the large bulge in his underwear. Had the depraved boy stuffed something in there?

“Sorry, no can do. I’ll freeze.” Daniel pulled off his underwear and let his soft dick flop out. It hung and swayed as he moved about. He stepped onto the tile, took a handful of snow, and began cleaning his pits.

“Oh, my,” Erin whispered. Her student was some kind of freak. His soft dick was longer than her husband’s hard one. Her hand went to her mouth and she stared as Daniel washed himself off.

When Daniel was about finished, he caught the look in Erin’s pretty, brown eyes. Blood pumped to his dick. Oh well, this was what Eloise wanted. Wasn’t it? “Toss me my blanket, I’ll need to clean that, too.”

“What’s … wrong with you?” Erin didn’t move, her left hand still covering her mouth in shock. Her eyes were riveted to his penis as it slowly grew, standing out straighter and straighter from his body. The boy had the penis of a brutish ogre.

“I can’t help it.” Daniel turned to her and stood by the fire, his clean body still glistening with snow melt, and his thirteen inches of dick pointing proudly toward Erin. “You gotta know that boys my age get hard all the time. I mean you’re a high school principal, right?”

“I’m talking about the size. It’s … not right.”

“I’m just bigger than most.” Daniel looked down. His dick was chiseled with crisscrossing veins, and the head looked purplish and turgid. It really was magnificent.

“Goodness gracious.” Erin pulled the blanket from under her and tossed it toward Daniel.

“Thanks.” Daniel picked it up and started washing the blanket and his clothes, his dick sometimes getting in the way as he worked. When he finished, he took the bowl and went naked out the door to retrieve more snow. He returned, shivering, to his spot by the fire. “Now it’s your turn.”

“No way.” Erin shook her head and crossed her arms.

“Fine, but you’ll need a bath eventually.” Daniel went over to the bed, and sat down. He grabbed his dick with both hands and pumped it slowly.

“What are you doing?” Panic crept into Erin’s voice.

“The way you’re looking at me got me all worked up.” Daniel gazed over at her in her dirty skirt suit. She was a pretty woman, just a little plump. “I can’t keep fapping just once a day. And it looks like we’re stuck here. I don’t mean to be too forward, or anything, but I gotta do what I gotta do.” He thought Eloise would be proud.

“Stop that.” Erin tried to look away, but found that she couldn’t take her eyes off the masturbating teen. She couldn’t believe how far up and down his hands had to travel. Heck, there wasn’t even room for two hands on her husband’s penis. “I’m your principal, and I’m telling you to knock that off.”

“I … really … am sorry.” Daniel sped up his pace, his eyes traveling all over Erin’s clothed body. “I can’t.”

The only noises in the little cabin were the crackle of the fireplace, the fapping sound of Daniel’s hands on his dick, and his soft grunts. It was like that for a long time.

“So … good … uh … uh … I’m cumming.” Daniel felt the familiar surge of pleasure as his balls churned.

“Oh, goodness.” Erin could see his massive testicles pulse as they released their semen. It erupted from his penis and flew up into the air, coming back down on Daniel and her bed. “There’s so much,” Erin whispered under her breath. It dawned on her that she was uncomfortably wet between the legs. When was the last time she’d watched a man masturbate? Maybe her honeymoon, and that was nothing like this. Like comparing a Toyota to a Ferrari. By the time he finished pumping, Daniel’s chest, stomach, and thighs were covered in sperm. She could smell it from across the room, an earthy, overripe scent, like some sort of undiscovered tropical fruit. The smell enthralled her. Erin turned away and looked out the window.

“Great … now I have to clean … your blankets, too.” Daniel slowly stood, breathing hard. “And myself.” He went back to the melting snow in his bowl and set about cleaning himself off. As he did, he caught Erin stealing clandestine glances of his softening dick. Well, it was a start.

~~

Over the next several days, Daniel went about cooking, cleaning, and tending to the fire. He also decided that given Erin’s reaction to his dick, he could fap whenever he wanted to. He took breaks from his chores several times a day to unload. Erin would often protest, and tell him to stop. But she always watched him with that horrified, hungry look in her eyes.

Eventually, her own stench grew too strong. She relented and gave herself a snow bath next to the fire. She made Daniel promise to turn around the whole time. Daniel agreed, and looked out the window. It was late in the day, and the fire cast enough light on Erin for a faint reflection on the glass. He could see that she had a slightly plump figure, with wide hips, a large, v-shaped ass, ample boobs, and a little roundness to her belly. Daniel thought she looked absolutely beautiful.

When she was done with her standing bath, she cleaned her clothes thoroughly, hung them to dry, and wrapped herself in a blanket. As soon as her clothes dried, she redressed in that same gray suit, and went back to sitting silently while Danny took care of their needs.

From then on, they both bathed every day.

~~

“I’m beginning to think no one is coming for us.” Erin sat at the window seat and gazed over the valley below. “Maybe when spring gets here, we can hike out.” She turned and looked with suspicion at her discarded heels tossed in the far corner of the cabin.

“About that.” Daniel got up and moved over to one of the drawers in the kitchen area. This was the first time she’d expressed her doubts about rescue. Daniel had been waiting for this. “Whoever has been dropping off our packages, left this note a few days ago.” He retrieved the tattered piece of paper from the drawer and walked back toward Erin. The note was written in charcoal on torn, brown paper. He handed the paper to Erin.

“You cannot leave,” Erin read aloud. “Until you give and take dark delight. One from the other.” She looked up at Daniel with wide eyes.

“Well, what do you think it means?” Daniel knew exactly what it meant.

“Come, sit next to me, Daniel.” With trembling hands, Erin put down the paper and patted the seat cushion next to her. “Are you part of this? Is this some horrible, teenage prank?”

“We’ve been here for weeks, Mrs. Haskins.” Daniel tried not to lie. “Would I do something like that? I mean, I’ve been washing with snow and cooking in a fireplace … for weeks. I miss my Mom.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right.” Erin bit her bottom lip. “It’s just … with your size down there … your need to relieve yourself all the time … and now this note … and what Teddy said about you … it’s all very strange.”

“I didn’t plan any of this.”

“I believe you, dear.” Erin patted his thigh and sighed. “I wonder if my sweet Ray thinks I’m dead.” She sighed again and looked back out the window, thinking of her husband.

“So, what do we do about the note?” Daniel watched her chest rise and fall. He noticed that her suit was looser on her than when they’d first arrived.

“Nothing.” Erin still had her hand resting on Daniel’s thigh. She moved her fingers and felt the rough material of his jeans. “They mean for us to sin, Daniel. And we won’t give them the satisfaction.”

“Oh.” Daniel warmed to the feeling of her hand on him. It had been so long since he’d been touched by a woman. “Well, we’ll leave in spring then.”

“Right.” Erin nodded her head. It was the only sensible notion.

~~

Weeks turned into months, and the pair lived their secluded life in the cabin. Spring never came. Snowfalls came and went, but the thaw didn’t arrive. Erin gave up on some of her modesty, hanging her skirt and jacket by the door to be used only when she ventured into the cold. She let her blouse hang down over her butt, so at least the young man couldn’t see too much of what her tights revealed.

Erin began helping more around the cabin. She would occasionally brave the snow and go out and bring in firewood from the stack near the front door. She cooked sometimes, but it was so easy to burn food near the fire. And she had to admit, Daniel was a better cook than her.

When Daniel masturbated, she no longer protested. He was a boy with needs, and secretly Erin savored every chance she got to witness his size and youthful virility. She felt young again just watching him. And at night, when she listened to him grunt as he pulled on his long shaft, she’d often let her hand fall under her tights and panties, massaging her clit as quietly as possible. Erin struggled mightily to think of her husband as she touched herself, but she was having a hard time remembering what his penis looked like. She’d seen Daniel masturbate so many times that his giant penis was now etched into her brain.

~~

“I was thinking.” Daniel stood by the fire, giving himself his daily snow bath. His lean, naked form juxtaposed by his long, hard dick jutting out before him. “I don’t think we’ll get out of here until we do what that note says. Maybe …” He thought his words over carefully. “If we watched each other fap, that would be a sort of give and take of dark delight. And then we could go. You’ve already seen me do it a million times. You just have to return the favor.”

“But I can’t let you see me naked. And …” Erin had just taken her bath and washed her clothes. She sat wrapped in her blanket on the bed while her clothes dried, watching Daniel’s teenage body closely. She blushed at the thought of touching herself in front of him. “I haven’t even done that in front of Ray.”

“You do want to see your husband, right?” Daniel finished scrubbing, and turned to put the heat of the fire on his chilly back. “I sure want to see my family. At this point, it’s clear we’re never leaving until we do what that note says. Dark delight.”

“I couldn’t.” Erin looked at him askance. Her wet, brown hair hung limp on her shoulders. “You wouldn’t even want to see me naked.”

“Yeah, I would.” Daniel stepped over to the window seat and sat down facing her across the small room. He grabbed his dick and pumped slowly. “I think you’re beautiful.”

“Really?” Erin’s blush deepened. “No one’s said that to me in a long time.” Her pupils dilated as she watched Daniel stroke himself. “Well, okay. Only so that we can go home.” She scooted to the edge of the bed and sat with her feet on the floor facing Daniel. Erin let the blanket fall open and tentatively spread her legs. “You actually are very handsome, Daniel.” She reached down and lightly touched her vaginal lips, sliding her fingers up and down. “For a student, I mean.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Haskins.” Daniel gazed at her. Her boobs hung on her chest with faint stretch marks at the top, and she had large, dark areolas with fat nipples. Her belly was mostly flat. She’d obviously lost weight since they’d arrived. She had a pretty good brown bush between her legs. “Maybe put a finger in, okay?”

“Okay.” She gave him a shy nod, and inserted her left index finger. “Oh, my.” Had she ever been as turned on? What had her kidnappers done to her? “If we both … climax … will they let us go?”

“Maybe.” Daniel watched Erin as she got into it. Her eyes lazily half-closed, and her breathing became shallow. The pair fapped and watched each other for a long time.

“Daniel … it’s going to … happen.” Erin pistoned herself quickly with her left hand, and rubbed her clit with her right. “Are you … close … too?” Her voice squeaked. Sweat trickled down between her wobbling breasts.

“Yeah … let’s do it at … the same time.”

“You’ll have to … hurry … Daniel.” Erin’s hands were a blur on her vagina. “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.” She wanted to close her eyes and let the orgasm carry her away, but she couldn’t miss Daniel’s climax. So, she watched him through heavy lids as he grunted out his completion. “Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, Daaaannnnieeelllll,” she squealed. The sperm exploding from his manly penis was such a force of nature. His soft, naughty grunts that had at first so unnerved her, now enflamed deep cravings.

The two of them watched each other from across the room as they recovered from their climaxes. Eventually, Daniel got up and started another standing bath to clean himself off.

“Do you think it worked?” Erin realized she was still sitting with her legs wide open and closed them. She covered herself with her blanket again.

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

But they weren’t whisked from the cabin. They woke the next day and went about their daily activities. Only, this time, when it was time for a bath, they tried masturbating in front of each other again first. After that, they added mutual masturbation to their daily routine. Still the snow surrounded the house. The food packages arrived every night. And they were no closer to going home.

~~

A week passed. Late in the day, Daniel and Erin masturbated in front of each other as they had done many times recently. This time, Erin sat on the window seat, and Daniel rested at the edge of the bed.

“I … have an idea … Mrs. Haskins.” Daniel stood and walked across the room, jacking his dick the whole way. He sat next to Erin and she cringed when their knees came in contact.

“Not so … close, Daniel.” Despite her discomfort, Erin continued frigging her vagina.

“I think we need … to go a little further.” Daniel had become comfortable with the once fearsome woman. Especially over the last several days as he got to enjoy the tormented look on her face she made every time she had an orgasm. He took her right hand away from her clit and placed it on the head of his dick. She still had two fingers from her left hand in her pussy. He then reached down with his left hand and massaged her little button with tight circles. “The people that wrote the note want us … to go farther,” he whispered in her ear.

“Oooooohhhhhhhhh.” Erin shuddered. No one had ever touched her with such skill. Not her husband, not her high school boyfriend. Somehow, one of her students, was a master at working a vagina. Her eyes blinked spasmodically, her shoulders trembled, and very unladylike noises came out of her throat. Erin climaxed at the young man’s touch. Her hand gripped his manhood tightly as she moved through her ecstasy, and then automatically stroked it when she was on the other side.

“We need to give each other dark delights, right?” Daniel moved his wet hand from her pussy up to her boob. He rolled her fat nipple between his fingers and enjoyed the little squeal that elicited from her. His hand left her boob and moved behind her neck, his fingers reaching into her brown hair. He tried to imagine Eloise cheering him on. This is what she’d want. He put slight pressure on the back of Erin’s head and pushed her slowly down.

“I can’t.” Erin looked over at him with pleading eyes. The expression on the boy’s face seemed conflicted about that moment, but the hand on the back of her head was confident enough. Her face inched closer and closer to his penis. Her left hand abandoned her vagina and moved over to join her right hand on that incredibly thick pole. “I can’t. My husband … mmmmmmppppppphhhhhhhhh.” And then the head of that penis stretched past her lips and into her mouth. Suddenly, she was breathing through her nose and bobbing her head on that monster. Erin had spent years getting the upper hand on her unruly students, outmaneuvering them with faith and persuasion. But now, one of her students had completely undermined her authority and her marriage, making her feel like a teenage girl again. She gave Daniel the most sloppy and greedy blowjob she’d ever given, loving the power contained in his penis and the pressure of his hand on the back of her head.

“I’m gonna … cum … down your throat … Mrs. Haskins.” Daniel trembled. “Ugh … ugh … uuuuuggghhhhhhhh.” He flooded her mouth with cum.

“Ggggggggpppphhhhh.” Erin was astounded by the amount of spunk the boy had. She gagged and lifted off him, only to feel blasts of pressure hit her face as he sprayed his sperm. Oh, what would poor Ray think of her now? She was surprised by how much she liked the taste of the hot, salty mess even as she spit it out of her mouth. That musky, tropical scent that Erin was used to smelling from across the room now enveloped her. In a fog, she leaned back. But then Daniel’s hands were on her again, grasping her, kneading her. The desire he expressed through his fingers made her quiver.

“That was really … great.” Daniel took the crumpled blanket from the window seat and threw it on the floor in front of the fire. “This will be better.” He moved over to the blanket and pulled the dazed woman with him. He put his back on the floor, pulled her on top of him with her pussy above his face and her head above his dick. Daniel reached up and grabbed her shapely ass with both hands and brought her pussy down to his lips. He could tell from her surprised screams that no one had properly eaten her pussy before.

~~

Erin gave more blowjobs during the next week than she’d given in her twenty years of marriage. She spit at first, but within a couple days, she swallowed his loads. A day or two after that, she learned to take him almost halfway down her throat. She was blowing him three times a day by the end of the week. And he went down on her countless times. She had no frame of reference for that time of debauchery. How had they ever been bored in that cabin? It now seemed there weren’t enough hours in the day to do chores and pleasure each other.

It wasn’t a surprise to Erin when one day after Daniel had gone down on her, he tried to put it in. After that first blowjob, she’d known it was inevitable. Her will to resist had withered and atrophied with each succeeding orgasm.

“Just the tip.” Daniel was between her legs on the bed. “The note needs us to go further.” They were naked, as they were most of the time those days.

Erin looked down between her breasts to the heavy, swaying monster moving closer to her entrance. “I want to, Daniel.” Erin had forgotten about the note. That’s how far she’d fallen. She was doing these things now because she wanted to. Because she had to. “But it won’t fit. You’re just not … natural … nnnnnnnooooooooooo.” She looked down at her poor vagina as the head slipped in. She watched her own violation by this rapacious thing and offered no real resistance.

“It’s in.” Daniel wiggled his slender hips a little and an inch pushed into her. “It’s really tight, Mrs. Haskins.”

“It’s stretching me … Daniel. Oh, God, you’re stretching me … out.” She practically shouted the words.

“A … little … more.” Daniel watched the grimace on her face. It was so sexy to see her struggle to take him. He got about halfway inside her, and then there was no more give. “It’s stuck.”

“Oh, Daniel. Oh, Daniel. Oh, Daniel,” Erin cooed. She leaned her head back and looked up into his blue eyes. “It hurts … but … also … good. I’m … full.” And she was. Halfway was all that would fit inside her.

Frustrated, Daniel wished Eloise would appear and offer her the bargain. Then, he tried to remember the words himself. “The bond, the pact, the contract made,” Daniel said. “We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your … um … approbation.”

“What?” Erin furrowed her brow at the words and then gritted her teeth as that great thing pushed at her tiny vagina.

“Just take the deal, and it’ll fit.”

“I need it to … fit.” Without even thinking about what she was agreeing to, she acquiesced. What did it matter? Everything had gone crazy since she’d walked up the icy front walk to the Anderson home all those months ago. “I accept.” In an instant, her boobs, vagina, and hips felt like they were on fire, and a strange reddish glow filled the room. “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh. Help me.”

“I got this.” Daniel knew what to do. He pulled out of her, picked her up off the bed, and carried her out the front door into the snow. He put her down on her back and rubbed snow all over her growing boobs. She screamed some more, but he could tell the heat was already past its peak. He took a handful of snow and pressed it against her pussy. The sanguine glow faded after a few minutes. Erin slumped in the snow, exhausted, her change complete. Daniel picked her back up, marched her back into the cabin, and tossed her on the bed. He spread her legs and slid his dick into her wet pussy.

“Oooohhhhhhhhh. What happened?” Erin felt her boobs rock on her chest as Daniel humped her with long, slow thrusts. She looked down at her breasts. They moved wrong. Heavier and bigger. And, as she focused down between her legs, she could see that long penis completely disappear with each lurch of Daniel’s hips. “Ooooohhhhh … it’s all the way … in. It really … iissssssss.” The cabin, the months spent away from family, the strange circumstances, the fire that had momentarily consumed her, were all swept clean out of her mind. All that was left was a singular focus on the amazing sensation his penis created. She needed to mate with this young man. She needed him to want her. And to take what he wanted.

“You … look … so … pretty … Mrs. Haskins.” Daniel humped her on the bed for a long time. She came and came under him, quivering and yelping, and not behaving one bit like a high school principal. When it was time for him to cum, she eagerly spread her legs wider and let him seed her. Thirty minutes later, he came in her again. And he did it again an hour after that. They missed their dinner that night and fell asleep, their sweaty bodies entwined. That was the first night Daniel slept in the cabin’s bed.

As he drifted off to sleep, Daniel smiled, sure that he’d completed his task and he’d be back home to his mom in no time.

~~

In the morning, Daniel woke up and opened his eyes. He was still in the cabin. He looked over at Erin sleeping peacefully next to him. She was on her side and her large, milky white breasts spilled onto the bedsheet. Her messy, brown hair covered part of her face, but he could see his dried cum on her right cheek.

Hadn’t Daniel done enough to earn his ticket home? Naked, he slipped out of bed and padded across the rough wood floor. He carefully placed some logs over the embers in the fireplace to get the day’s fire going again. Why were they still here? Frustration built inside him. He wanted to go home. Still naked, he opened the front door and strode out into the snow. He slammed the door behind him.

“Mrs. Palmer?” Daniel’s voice echoed off the tall line of blue spruce trees. “I did it. I want to go home now,” he shouted up at the sky as small snowflakes fluttered down around him. “I’m going to miss my senior year. They won’t let me graduate. Eloise? Do you hear me? Day Star? I want to go home. I miss my family.” He got no answer but the echoes that reverberated around the small cabin. Daniel didn’t know if he was shivering from frustration, or cold. He kicked snow with his bare foot, and walked over to pee on a tree. When he returned to the cabin, he picked up the day’s care package that someone had left by the door, and reentered the cabin.

“Who were you talking to, Daniel?” Erin sat up in bed. With her left hand, she held the blanket over her breasts. Her wild hair went in all different directions. She couldn’t help but watch his soft penis swing as he walked. It contained so much potential energy. Goodness, it had really turned kinetic the day before. Her jaw tightened as she thought of all the seed he’d planted in her unprotected garden.

“No one.” Daniel stomped over to the kitchen and dumped the paper-wrapped package on the countertop. He turned to face her and wiped tears from his eyes with the back of his hands. “I guess I was just yelling at the woods. I really want to go home, you know?”

“I know, dear.” Erin frowned to see him like this. She held out her arms to him, conscious that as she let go of the blanket, she exposed her boobs to him. Well, it’s not like he hadn’t seen them before. “Come here.”

“I have to make breakfast.” Daniel looked at the inviting bed, but thought of all his chores. The fire in the hearth had caught, and it spread its warmth through the cold room. More tears ran down his cheeks. It was so embarrassing.

“Breakfast can wait. Let me give you a hug.” Erin felt so protective of the poor boy. If only she could do something to help him. But they’d already pleasured each other per the note’s instructions, and they were still stuck. With arms outheld, she beckoned him with her fingers.

“Okay.” Daniel walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He embraced Erin and rested his head on her soft shoulder as he cried. Little by little his tears dried. He noticed all her lovely curves pressed into him. He dug his fingers into the smooth skin on her back.

“What happened last night?” Erin patted his back and felt the familiar presence of his penis begin to press into her hip. God, he was large. “Why was I so hot, and then … bigger?”

“You made a deal with the Devil.” Daniel leaned back to look her in the eyes.

“I’m serious, Daniel.” And she tried to look serious, but it was hard to do that when dried semen made her hair extend in different directions. “What’s going on?”

“I guess …” Daniel leaned in and kissed her on her soft, pink lips. “… we’re stuck here …” He kissed her again. “… and we should just make the best of it.” A sly smile played on his lips. He was feeling a little better.

“I don’t think we should have sex again, Daniel.” Erin’s heart beat loudly in her chest. “I could get pregnant. And it’s … wrong. What would Ray think of me? I’ll satisfy you with my mouth, okay? Think of your mother, dear. Would she want you to … uuuupppphhhhhh.” Erin let Daniel kiss her and accepted his tongue as it moved into her mouth. She fell onto her back, and within minutes they were humping like animals again. She let the boy put two more loads inside her before breakfast, God help her. And Ray was the farthest thing from her mind.

~~

Once the floodgates opened, the pair went at it constantly. Either they were doing chores, or they were humping. That was life at the cabin going forward.

“You think your husband … uh … uh … uh … is still looking for us?” Daniel took her doggie on the bed. His hands grasped her hips. He watched her wide, motherly ass shake with each powerful thrust.

“I don’t … ooohhhhh … knooowwwwww.” Erin had never let a man take her like a dog before. Now she relished the way he treated her. She pushed her butt back at him, and watched her hanging boobs smack together with each impact under her.

“How would he feel … if he found us right now?” Daniel slapped her ass and enjoyed her little yelp in response.

“B … b … baaaddddd.”

“He’d know this was my … pussy … now.” Daniel tried some of Eloise’s dirty talk. From the increasing intensity of Erin’s grunts, he thought she liked it.

“Yesssss.” Erin was completely under the boy’s spell.

“Does your husband … ugh … have a little dick?” Daniel drove his cock into her, but Erin didn’t respond. “I said, does … your … husband … have … a little dick?” He slapped her ass again.

“Oh, my … God. Yes … yes … yes … he’s small.”

“And I have … a big one?” Daniel watched her back muscles flex each time she absorbed the shock of his slam into her.

“You’re … so much … bigger … than Ray.” Erin gritted her teeth, she wanted to give Daniel … everything.

“Take off your ring … Mrs. Haskins. And toss it away.”

“Oh, Daniel … no …” But Erin reached over with her right hand and pulled her wedding ring off her finger. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed it across the room and heard it clatter across the floor.

“You’re my girlfriend … in this cabin … not his wife.” Daniel grabbed a handful of brown hair and pulled her head back to arch her back.

“Oh, please … oh, please …” Erin could tell he was about to unload in her again. Her orgasm overtook all higher brain functions and she grunted as that warm cum splashed inside her.

~~

Those next weeks at the cabin taught Erin dozens of new positions. The twisted things they did would have shocked and appalled her old self. But the principal in her faded away, and the animal in her surged. Needless to say, her vagina was constantly flooded with seed.

The pair almost never dressed now, even to go out in the snow. This was fine with Erin, most of her clothes didn’t fit her anymore anyway, with her expanded bust and hips.

Weeks turned into months, and sure enough, Erin’s belly began to swell. How were they going to raise a child in this forever-winter cabin? Erin didn’t know. But her thoughts about her old life rarely intruded as time passed. She was committed to this new life with Daniel. With him in her arms and between her legs.

~~

One morning, instead of the daily package, Daniel found a note by the front door. He quickly returned inside and woke Erin. He handed her the note. “Read it.”

“Committed. Remitted. Dress and leave the cabin together. You go back today,” Erin read. She put the note down and looked up at Daniel. “Home?”

“We’re going home.” Daniel bounced with excitement, and went to retrieve his clothes from the corner.

“Really?” Erin frowned and looked down at the note again.

“Aren’t you happy?” Daniel pulled on his underwear and his pants. “You get to see your husband and your children.”

“Yes.” Erin looked over at Daniel as he pulled his shirt over his narrow shoulders. “I mean. It’s been a long time. What will they think? What will I tell them?” She looked down at her round belly. She wasn’t huge, but her pregnancy certainly showed. Daniel’s baby was in there.

“I don’t know. We’ll figure that out when we get home.” Daniel hopped on one foot as he pulled on his sock. He picked up Erin’s clothes and brought them to the bed. “This is what we wanted this whole time. We’re going home.” He dropped the clothes next to her and offered his hand to help her up. She took it and stood.

“Will I even have my job anymore?” Erin ignored the bra. She’d leave it behind, useless as it now was. She wiggled her panties and tights on. Her skirt didn’t fit right, so she left it mostly unzipped.

“I don’t know.” Daniel kissed her on the cheek.

“What will happen to us, Daniel?” Erin stopped pulling on her blouse and a deep sadness crept into her eyes.

“What do you want to happen?” Daniel truly didn’t know what her answer was going to be.

“Tell me.” She pulled on her jacket and tugged at the sleeves when it didn’t sit right. The suit was made for a different woman. “You and your sister-in-law … all those fake doctor visits … did you …?”

“Yes.” Daniel cocked his head at her. There was no reason to lie. “Penelope’s my girlfriend.”

“I see.” Erin nodded her head. She had suspected as much for a long time. Something like that would have floored her old self, now she just took the news in stride. “When we get back, can I … um …” She looked for her discarded wedding ring on the floor, found it in the corner near the window, and put it back on. “Can I …” She walked back to Daniel, twisting the ring around her finger with nervous anticipation. “Can I be your girlfriend, too?”

“What?” Daniel sighed in relief. “Of course. I promise. Whatever happens with your husband, we’ll still be a thing.”

“Okay.” Erin let a half-smile part her lips. She put on her heels, took Daniel’s hand, and together they walked out of the cabin.

~~

Still holding hands, Erin and Daniel stumbled from the secret opening in the fireplace. Behind them, they heard grinding as the hearth rotated back to its normal position. Bewildered, they looked around Palmer Mansion’s main living room.

“Nothing’s changed.” Daniel couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. Euphoria at his return surged through him.

“Oh, thank God.” Erin squeezed his hand. “We really are back.”

“There you two are.” Julie stuck her head in the doorway. Her eyes, immediately drawn to Erin and Daniel’s clasped hands. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“What?” Daniel wasn’t sure what sort of response he was expecting upon being reunited with his long-lost mother, but nonchalance wasn’t it.

“I spent a good five minutes looking for you.” Julie stepped into the room and watched as Erin and Daniel quickly dropped their hands away from one another. “Khadra is recovering in the guestroom. She says she just had a fright.” Julie turned her attention to Erin. “So, what did Daniel do that merits a visit from the school principal?”

“I … I …” Erin couldn’t think straight. Had it really been only minutes since they departed? “I’m sorry, Julie. I have to go.” She walked briskly toward the door.

“Your purse.” Julie bent down, picked up the woman’s purse, and handed it to her.

“Thank you.” Erin looked back at Daniel as she left the room, her eyes full of meaning.

Daniel nodded to her and she was gone. Her heels clicked down the hall. A few seconds later he heard the front door slam.

“Well, that was weird.” Julie eyed him up and down. “Did she look … different to you?”

“No.” Daniel shook his head.

Sensing his discomfort, Julie let it go. Maybe she’d ask him more about whatever had just happened later. She walked up to her son and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “My, gosh, Danny. You’re ripe. Time for a shower, big guy.” Julie looked toward the hall and then gave his small, firm butt a good smack.

“I love you so much, Mom.” Daniel grabbed Julie and gave her a great big bearhug. He breathed in deeply and smelled the floral scent of her shampoo. He’d really missed shampoo.

“I love you too, pumpkin.” Julie chuckled and squeezed him back. “Now go take that shower, Mr. Stinky.”

“Right.” Daniel gave her one last squeeze, and then hustled off toward the shower. A long, hot shower sounded perfect. It was so good to be home.

Outside the house, Erin slammed her car door, started the engine, and sat in the driveway. With unsteady hands she unzipped her winter coat, and unbuttoned her suit jacket. Sure enough, her boobs were larger and under her blouse she could see the swell of her belly. She had Daniel’s baby growing inside her. She put the car in drive, and headed home to her oblivious husband.

 

Chapter 19

“Wow, Mom. I missed your tits so much.” Daniel looked down at Julie from the edge of his bed where he sat. His puppy dog eyes were filled with adoration.

“Gosh, Danny.” Julie pressed her breasts firmly together around her son’s penis and moved them up and down with steady rhythm. “First, don’t call them tits, okay?”

“You just said … tits, Mom.” Daniel smiled. “That’s … ugh … so hot.”

“And secondly, we did it this morning. How can you miss me so much already?” Julie smiled back at her overeager son. It really was flattering how much he loved her attention.

“I’ll tell you about that … later. Right now … I’m about to cum.” Daniel leaned back. This was heaven.

“Okay, go ahead, pumpkin.” Julie released her tits and lowered her mouth to his dick.

“No … I wanna cum … all over you.”

Julie spit him out with a plop. “Really?” She took his long penis in both hands and stroked up and down. “I don’t know about the mess, Danny.” Her lips parted as she looked down at that bloated, purplish head. She was so used to taking his seed in one of her three holes, he hadn’t sprayed her in a while.

“Please … Mom?” Daniel was close. He’d loved every orgasm he’d had with Erin, but there was no substitute for a mother’s love.

“Well, okay. If you really want it that badly, mister. Give me your sperm.” Julie worked him with her hands faster, his thing slick with her saliva.

“Tell me … to give you … my cum.”

Julie paused. She’d said tits, even though it was accidental. She’d started saying pussy. And now she was about to say cum. She was talking like a crude teenager. But Daniel seemed to like it. She took a deep breath. “Give me your cum, Danny. Cover me in your hot stuff.”

“Yeeesssss … Moooommmmmmm.” Daniel grunted and let go. His thick cum launched up onto Julie’s face, into her hair, and landed on her boobs. It also splattered on the floor all around her.

“Oh, my.” Julie closed her eyes and let Daniel’s eighteen-year-old penis do its thing. She was a canvas as Daniel perfected his masterpiece. When he finished, Julie wiped the cum from her eyes and looked up at him. “There now, I should probably shower off and get back to your father. He’s working on that same leaky valve down in the basement.”

“That … same … valve?” Daniel let his dreamy smile widen. “Dad is such … a dummy.” Daniel looked down at the wedding ring on his mom’s finger. Her hands still held his hard cock. Cum dripped down over the diamonds. “The house … is messing with him. He’s a sucker, Mom.”

“Be respectful of your father, Daniel.” Julie tried to sound stern, but she squeaked a little as the penis lurched in her hands. Despite herself, she pumped him again slowly.

“But he is a dummy, Mom.” Daniel pulled her onto his lap. “He’s the one who wanted to buy this house, right?”

“Yes.” She willingly straddled him, her heavy, cum-soaked tits jiggling as she moved. Without thinking, she guided him into her pussy. “Oh, gosh.” Her body quivered as he hit some hidden place deep inside her.

“He even saw my dick, Mom. The whole family saw how big it was, but he didn’t protect you from it.” He gripped the soft flesh around her hips and bounced her on his dick. “He’s either stupid, or he wanted me to have you. He should have known. You said the seller even warned you guys about the house, right?”

“Yes. A … warning. Oh, gosh.” Julie wondered what her womanly body looked like shaking on top of her young man. She’d have to ask him to make another video sometime. “But … it’s not … your father’s fault.”

“He’s a dummy, Mom.” Daniel was emboldened by his time with Erin. He’d seen how willing she’d been to literally throw her wedding ring away. “I mean, I like my dad. But he’s oblivious. How many times have you slept next to him with my cum inside you?”

“Many … many times.” Julie’s orgasm built inside her.

“His wife’s sleeping with his son right under his nose.” Daniel slapped playfully at one of her hanging boobs. There was a wet, smacking sound as he hit some of the dripping cum. “Say he’s a dummy, Mom.”

“Oh, gosh … gosh … gosh … your father … is a … dummy … Danny. Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh.” Her hips rocked wildly, and she came all over her son’s mighty penis. She dug her fingers into his meager chest.

“Wow, Mom. You’re amazing.” Daniel looked up into her twisted, pretty face. Cum dripped down her left cheek and her chin. Was this the same woman who’d raised him for eighteen years? The same woman that read him bedtime stories all so long ago? And kissed him when he scraped a knee?

Julie came three more times riding her son before he finally unloaded inside of her. “Wow, sweetie. It seems like you really needed me today.” She lay on top of him, her boobs pressing into his skinny frame, and her head beside his on the pillow. The smell of his cum filled the room with an earthy vitality. His penis flexed inside her when she said that, and she gave a little gasp.

“Yeah.” He reached down and gently slapped her full butt cheek. “You’re the best mom in the world. Thank you so much for saying those things.”

“Well, don’t get used to it.” She sat up and looked down at him. Julie was well aware that she looked like a wreck at the moment, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. “And you’re welcome.” Some sperm dribbled into her mouth. She licked at it with her tongue and swallowed. “Now, I better go get dinner ready. Let’s hope your father isn’t finished with that valve yet.”

“My dumb father?”

Julie sighed. “Let’s hope your dumb father isn’t finished yet.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Daniel reached up and squeezed her nipple. A little warm milk spilled out onto his fingers. “I have a feeling he’s still hard at work.”

“There’s something else I wanted to talk about.” Julie pulled off Daniel with a sloppy plop and stood up. She waddled to her clothes as cum ran down the inside of her thighs. She picked up her shirt and mopped up some of her son’s stuff that covered her. “Mrs. Samatar will be staying here a couple days as she recovers from her fright. It didn’t seem right to send her back to an empty house.”

“Oh?” That sounded interesting to Daniel.

“She’s in a fragile state.” Julie looked back at her son. He looked so handsome leaning back on the bed. His enormous thing still hard as ever. Julie wiped some cum from her eyebrow. “Please don’t … you know … um … have sex with her.”

“Okay.”

Julie tried to make eye contact with Daniel, but he looked away. She pulled on her skirt. “Well, if something does happen with you two, I mean, it shouldn’t, but you’re a young man and you seem to just go and go, so …” Julie bit her bottom lip. “If something does happen, please use the condoms I bought you.”

“Sure, Mom.” Daniel looked back into his mother’s brown eyes and smiled. “Thanks.”

~~

That night, the Anderson dinner table was lively. Brittney had a friend over. Madison Granger was in the twin’s senior class and had struck up a friendship with Brittney recently when Brittney helped her with some math homework. Madison told jokes, and seemed a good-natured dinner companion. Throughout the evening, she kept pushing her blue hair back behind her left ear, so she could steal furtive glances of Daniel.

Brad was also there, although his wife had vacated her place at the table. He tried to match Madison’s humor, but of course he took it too far. “Hey Danny,” Brad laughed. “The only difference between your momma and a washing machine is that every time I dump a load in the washing machine, it doesn’t follow me around for a week. Oooohhhhhhhh.”

“She’s your mom too, doofus,” Brittney stared daggers at Brad.

“George?” Julie frowned. “Control your son.”

“What?” George never liked to get involved with such things, but that comment was over the line. “Now, Bradly. None of that talk about your mother. It’s unseemly.”

“It’s only a joke.” Brad pressed his lips together.

“They say more snow is coming.” Khadra also sat at the dinner table. She was not used to such bawdy language. She wanted desperately to change the subject. When no one took her up on her weather conversation, she tried another tack. “Where is your wife, Bradly?”

“Her mom just called. She’s somewhere in the house on the phone.” Brad shrugged.

“Oh, well –” Khadra was about to compliment the meal, when Brad’s tall, blonde wife walked into the dining room.

“I have to go.” Penelope sat down next to Brad in a daze. She placed her phone neatly next to her untouched plate of food.

“What’s wrong?” Julie suddenly worried that something had happened to Daniel’s baby growing inside her daughter-in-law.

“My mom fell on some ice. She’s in the hospital.” Penelope’s ashen face was very still. “I have to go see her.” She looked around the walls for a clock, but there was none in the dining room. Only the tick tock of that ponderous clock somewhere in the house.

“That’s a long drive. I’ll go with you, sweetie.” Julie stood. “George, you don’t mind holding down the fort here for a few days?”

“No problem,” George grumbled. He could use her help with the house, but now that the valve was tiptop, he could at least get to work on the spare bedroom.

“But, Moooommmmmmm,” both twins chorused and then looked at each other suspiciously.

“What, I’m not good enough?” George eyed the twins.

“Little Danny’s a momma’s boy.” Brad curled his lip in a mocking smile.

“Stop that.” Penelope hit Brad’s shoulder with some force. “Leave Danny alone.”

“What?” Brad rubbed his shoulder. “I’m the one that should be complaining. It’s my wife that’s leaving me.”

“It sounds like you are complaining.” Penelope scowled at him. “And you need to focus, Bradly. My mom is in the hospital.”

“Sorry.” Brad wasn’t used to receiving a scolding from his wife.

Madison watched the theatrics with a smirk on her face. She so loved to see other families in dysfunction. Her smile widened when she noticed Daniel looking at her. She brushed her blue hair behind her ear again, and looked down at her plate.

“I’ll go, too.” Khadra spoke up. The small dark woman looked over at Penelope. “I mean, if you think it would be helpful. With Maxamed … um … not here … I’d like to help.”

Penelope looked over at Julie and Julie nodded. “Thank you, Khadra. I’m sure it would be helpful to have you along.”

“I want to go, too.” Daniel looked with pleading eyes at his mother.

“You’ve got school.” George reached over and ruffled his hair. “But I’m happy to see that you want to help family in a time of need.”

“It’s almost winter break. I can miss a few days.” Daniel tried to sound manly about his request, but he wasn’t sure he succeeded.

“Your father’s right. I still don’t know why Mrs. Haskins stopped by yesterday only to run back out.” Julie looked carefully at her son. “I wouldn’t want you to get into any sort of trouble at school.” She also didn’t want him sharing a trip with Penelope. Julie wanted Penelope to focus on being a good wife to Brad.

“Um … who is this lady, and why is she going on a road trip with my wife?” Brad nodded at the woman in the hijab and looked at his mother.

“Don’t be rude, sweetie.” Julie furrowed her brow at her oldest. “She’s a friend of the family.” She turned to Khadra. “We needed to pick up some of your things anyway. Shall we stop by your house on the way and pack a suitcase?”

“Yes, thank you.” Khadra nodded. How strange to find a sense of belonging here among this white family, in a house formerly possessed by demons. She smiled, looked at Daniel, and quickly looked away. And in a house where she’d met a virile teenager that she’d somehow let between her legs more than once. But that part of it was now behind her.

~~

Daniel watched the women get into Julie’s minivan and slowly drive away. Thankfully, Brad left at the same time, his pickup truck roaring ahead of the minivan. Daniel sighed, closed the front door, and turned to find Eloise standing behind him wearing one of her long, flowing dresses.

“How felicitous.” Eloise’s pretty, freckled face beamed at Daniel. “You made it back. And now the good Mrs. Haskins is hooked like a walleye. You just need to keep reeling, Daniel.”

“Were you the reason I spent all that time in the cabin?” Daniel frowned at her as he carefully gazed up into her green eyes.

“That was my partner, dearie.” Eloise tilted her head and gave him a look like he might have been an ungrateful child who’d just spilled his milk. “And I don’t know about ‘all that time.’ You were only gone for a couple minutes.”

“I didn’t like it.” Daniel walked past her toward the stairs and she fell in next to him, holding her big, round belly. Daniel tried not to be comforted by her presence. “Well, maybe I liked it a little. I didn’t like being trapped there.”

“That was a bit … unexpected.” Eloise nodded her head thoughtfully. “But that’s what happens when you have a partner that likes to break rules. No?”

“A partner?” Daniel climbed the stairs and glanced over at her flowing red hair. “I don’t have a partner.”

“You offered Mrs. Haskins the deal. Did you not?” Eloise walked carefully up the last few stairs, as if to protect her unborn baby from an accidental fall. “You and he … and me …” A warm, friendly smile parted her lips. “… are confederates now.” She put an icy hand on his shoulder and they stopped in the second-floor hall. “I know your companions departed for a time. It can’t be easy watching your mother go after you only just returned. Let me comfort you.” She kissed him on his warm cheek. “Take comfort in Mrs. Haskins arms when you are at the schoolhouse.” She kissed him on the other cheek. “And maybe you will find another.” She kissed him gently on the lips.

“I don’t want another.”

“Life may surprise you.” She kissed him again and explored his young mouth with her tongue. They broke the kiss, and she led him to his room, closing the door after them. “But as I said, let me comfort you, Daniel.” She stepped out of her dress, completely naked underneath.

“Wow. I … um …” Daniel looked her up and down. Her freckles spilled from her face down her shoulders and onto her chest, dappling the pale skin on her large breasts. Her hips, boobs, and belly were all so full. Eloise embodied promise and fertility. “I forgot how beautiful you are,” Daniel murmured.

“There now, I knew you’d like what’s underneath.” She leaned her naked body up against him. His warmth spread through his clothes into her. “What’s mine is yours.” She nibbled on his ear. “I’m so proud of you, dearie. You learned a lot in your time away. Look at what you made your mom admit to you.” She pulled down his trousers and undergarments. His swelling penis pushed back at her fingers as it readied itself for what was to come.

“You mean about Dad being a dummy?” Daniel smiled. “It felt good to say that stuff. And even better to hear Mom say that stuff.”

“What a good lad you are.” Eloise dropped to her knees. “Let me tend to you in your mother’s absence.” She opened her mouth wide and sucked him in.

“Ohhhh … Mrs. Palmer … your cold mouth … feels so good.” Daniel intertwined his fingers in her hair and leaned his head back.

Later, as Eloise rode Daniel hard, Daniel looked up at her wobbling body. It hadn’t been that long ago that he’d been a sexless teenager. Why was he pouting about his mom leaving to help family? That was stupid. Here he was getting ridden like a horse by this goddess. He listened to the low, guttural sounds she made. He stared at her boobs, bouncing off her belly over and over, and her thin arms, flexing as she held her pregnant tummy. And he had Erin to look forward to as well. “I’m gonna cum … again … Mrs. Palmer.”

“Yeeesssssssss,” Eloise hissed. “Fill me with your … heat.”

“Oh … you feel … so tight.” Daniel knew he’d be just fine while his mom, Penelope, and Khadra were away.

~~

“So, is Daniel dating anyone?” Madison sat on the couch in the basement and looked away from the boring space movie that played on the television.

“No.” Brittney sat, engrossed in the action. The alien escaped from containment, and she just knew it was going to do something icky to the scientist lady that stood there gaping at it.

“Really? I just assumed, since he’s … well … you know.” Madison was usually pretty upfront about things, but for some reason the Andersons made her a little nervous.

“No, I don’t know.” Brittney turned her eyes away from the movie to her new friend. “Tell me.”

“Well, me and some of the other girls at school have noticed that he … um …” Madison fidgeted with her bracelet. “He’s been really cute lately. I don’t know, there’s something about him. And … well … we’ve noticed that he has a pretty big lump in his pants.”

“Gross, Madison.” Brittney twisted up her face in a sour expression.

“Well, he’s your twin. Have you …?” Madison twisted her bracelet faster. “Have you seen it?”

“Eeewwww.” Brittney took a pillow off the couch and threw it at Madison with a laugh. “You’re a perv, Madison.”

Madison caught the pillow and hugged it to her chest. “Well, have you seen it?”

“I can’t believe you’re asking me about my brother’s dick. Jeez, Madison.” Brittney rolled her eyes. “Well, if you must know. My parents thought there was something wrong with it, and the whole family got a good look while they were debating whether to take him to a doctor.”

“Something wrong with it? Like an STD?” Madison whispered.

“Nothing like that.” Brittney shook her head. “It was just so big. And I think it was bothering him. We talk about a lot of stuff, but Danny and I never talked about it.”

“So how big was it?” Madison’s eyes went wide.

“It hung really low.” Brittney felt heat in her belly as she thought back on that day. “Don’t tell the other girls at school I saw his dick, okay? They’d think I was a perv.”

“Sure.”

“I would say it was maybe seven or eight inches long?” Brittney definitely felt butterflies in her stomach. With everything that had happened with her mother, she thought for sure she was a lesbian. But now she wasn’t so sure.

“You saw him hard?” Madison’s mouth dropped open in shock.

“No, that was soft.”

“Oh … my … God.” Madison felt her panties flood. “That’s too big. Your brother is some sort of animal.” Madison threw the pillow back at Brittney.

“Shut up.” Brittney caught the pillow, laughed, and put it on her lap.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll shut up.” Madison climbed over to her friend, and put her head on the pillow and watched the rest of the dumb movie. They didn’t talk any more about Daniel, but Madison had the strangest feelings moving through her body as she thought about what Brittney had described.

Brittney put her fingers in her friend’s blue hair and played with it as the movie moved to its climax. She lost interest in the alien, instead thinking about her friend’s warm body next to hers. And her brother’s impossible dick.

~~

The Anderson house was certainly drafty. Madison tiptoed out of Brittney’s room and took the stairs out of the tower. Her pajamas barely kept her warm in the freezing hall. She didn’t know what time it was, but she had to pee like a racehorse. Or that’s what her mom would have said. Madison remembered that the bathroom was on the right, across from Daniel’s room. Earlier, she’d brushed her teeth with Brittney in another bathroom on the other side of the second floor. But this one was closer.

The bathroom door was closed. The cold knob didn’t turn in her hand. She listened at the door and heard the shower running. And then it turned off. Oh shit. Daniel Anderson was on the other side of that door. Naked. Madison wasn’t one for crushes, usually. But there was something about the contrast of that skinny, gentle boy with that manly bulge he could never quite hide.

Faint humming carried through the door. He was humming the theme to Star Wars. What a nerd. What an adorable nerd. And suddenly the door opened and there stood Daniel, naked, his blond hair still wet, and a surprised look on his face.

“Madison,” was all that came out of Daniel’s mouth.

“I need to pee.” Madison’s brain twisted itself in knots. She hadn’t meant to say that. Her eyes traveled down his scrawny frame and stopped when they reached his dangling dick. “Holy shit.” Brittney had been telling the truth. It was immense. It looked like it belonged on a pachyderm, not cute, little Daniel Anderson. “I have to pee,” she said again. And she scooted by Daniel, and pushed him in the back so he stumbled into the hall. Madison turned toward him with her hand on the door. As he halfway turned toward her with startled eyes, Madison leaned forward. “Sorry about pushing you.” She kissed him quickly on the cheek. What was she doing? She was behaving like someone much younger than her eighteen years. “But I gotta pee.” She closed the door. “Wow, that was weird,” Madison whispered to herself.

Daniel scratched his head. He liked Madison, but she was an odd girl. Shivering in the cold hallway, Daniel turned and entered his room. He got into his pajamas and turned out the light. What had Eloise said about someone new? Maybe she was talking about Madison. Daniel felt manly when he thought about the petite, blue-haired girl with her naked body pressed up against him. That wouldn’t be so bad.

~~

Erin Haskins sat numbly in front of her computer. She wore a large formless sweater to hide her new boobs and burgeoning belly. She also wore a long loose skirt, because her suit skirts didn’t fit her anymore. If anyone had noticed she’d changed her normal attire, no one said anything.

The cursor on the monitor blinked at her, stopped on the same word for more than ten minutes. She couldn’t focus. It was so strange to be back. But, to the world, she never really left.

“Mrs. Haskins?” The intercom buzzed at her.

Woken from her stupor, she hit the intercom button. “Yes?”

“Daniel Anderson is here to see you. He says he has an appointment.”

“Okay, send him in.” Suddenly, Erin’s pulse thundered in her ears. Was she really this student’s girlfriend? She stared down at her wedding ring. She looked up when Daniel opened the door, walked in, and then closed it after him.

“You think the secretary noticed my dick?” Daniel had a big smile on his face. He’d grown very fond of his principal.

“Shh.” Erin stood, glancing at his pants. His erection was obvious, and she thought the secretary probably did notice. That complicated things. She needed to arouse no suspicions. “They might hear you,” she whispered. “We can’t talk in here.” She walked briskly to the office’s back door, opened it, scanned the hall, and then walked down to the conference room. It was a windowless room, with a door that locked. They usually used it for questioning students. “In here.” She flipped the in-use sign around, so other faculty with a key wouldn’t interrupt them. “Quickly, Daniel.” She ushered him in, and closed and locked the door. She turned to face him and she matched his smile with her own.

“Can we talk now?” Daniel stepped closer to her.

“I didn’t know if you’d want to … to see me. After we got back … um … You have your sister-in-law and … I’m really happy you came here … but we can’t really talk at school.” She stammered like a schoolgirl, blushing profusely.

“I missed you.” Danny stepped up to her and put his hands on her wide hips.

“You did?” She looked down into his blue eyes and blinked at the surreal moment.

“Yeah.” Daniel leaned up and kissed her on the lips. He could feel the tension in her body melt as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

“Mmmpphhhhhh.” Erin wanted to tell him they couldn’t do this at school, but she couldn’t bring herself to part lips with him. She felt her breasts push into his chest as his hands moved around to her butt and he pressed her into him. His penis poked into her belly. He was so big.

A half-hour later, she was suspended in the air, bouncing on that long cock. She clenched her panties between her teeth, trying to stifle her cries. The conference room wasn’t totally soundproof. Her skirt bunched around her waist, and her high-heel clad feet bobbed helplessly out in space as he violently hit bottom over and over again. Stars flashed before her eyes and the world swam around her. She was in the middle of betraying her sweet, boring husband. Not to mention her children. And she was doing it in a place where she was respected, and depended on by so many. But all she could think about was how good it would feel to have Daniel’s hot stuff inside her again. And how much she needed that next orgasm. With Daniel, another mind-numbing orgasm was always right around the corner.

“I’m gonna … cum … in you, Mrs. Haskins.” Daniel squeezed those soft butt cheeks harder and pulled her down onto his cock with more force.

Erin wanted to tell him to keep it down, but even if her panties hadn’t been in her mouth, she doubted she’d be able to say much of anything. Her eyelids fluttered as she heard his soft groans, and felt that familiar splash of heat inside her. They orgasmed together.

When they had calmed some, Daniel pulled his dick out of her and put her down on her feet. “You sure you don’t want to do this at school?” He reached for his underwear and grabbed them from the tabletop.

“I ... I don’t think so, dear.” Erin wasn’t sure about anything anymore. Her panties were soaked with saliva and her own juices, but she needed something to slow the cum that was already leaking out of her. She bent down and stepped into them.

“Will my house work?” Daniel found his pants and pulled them on. His dick started to deflate.

“I couldn’t possibly. People would see.” Erin pulled on her panties and looked at him with worry.

“Will your house work?”

“God, no.” Erin shook her hips and her skirt fell back down past her knees.

“Well, then it’ll have to be school.” Daniel stepped closer to her and placed his hand on her sweater above her belly. “Did you tell your husband yet about the baby?”

“Oh, my gosh, Daniel.” How did this eighteen-year-old have such sway over her? “He hasn’t noticed yet. I don’t think he looks at me much anymore.”

“What an idiot.” Daniel smacked her butt gently through her skirt.

“Remember, it’s his baby. Officially.” Erin didn’t correct Daniel about her husband being an idiot. He certainly wasn’t the man she thought he was not long ago. “I’ll tell him soon. I won’t be able to hide it much longer.”

“So, it’s settled then. We’ll keep doing this at school?” Daniel kissed her cheek.

It wasn’t settled at all. “Yes, I’ll think of something.” Erin absentmindedly wiped the kiss off her cheek with her hand. “Now, I need to clean up in the bathroom. You head down the hall to the left. It’ll take you out to a supply room, which leads back to the main hall. If anyone is outside, we were discussing …” She couldn’t think of a plausible excuse.

“I am in trouble for missing too much class, remember?”

“Yeah, that.” Erin took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She was an accomplished woman. She could manage this situation. She put her hand on the knob and opened the door. Thankfully, no one was around. The lovers split up with one last glance. Daniel headed back to class. Erin went off to try and erase the evidence of her infidelity.

~~

The twins walked up their driveway as the school bus drove away. The temperature was in the upper thirties, and snow slowly melted, turning the front walk a little muddy. Usually, Brittney raced to get inside before Daniel, but today they walked side by side.

“I think my friend has a crush on you.” Brittney said this as nonchalantly as possible.

“I think so, too.” Daniel smiled and glanced at his sister. “I ran into her last night and she kissed me on the cheek. Oh, and she kept telling me she had to pee.”

Brittney laughed. “She didn’t tell me that. Well, Madison is a little forward. But she’s cute, don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” Daniel nodded.

“Do you think you would want to date her?” Brittney didn’t usually meddle in Daniel’s love life.

“I don’t know.” Daniel climbed the front steps and opened the front door. He held the door open for Brittney.

“Is it because …?” Brittney stepped into the front entry room, dropped her backpack, and took off her boots. She looked around for their father, but she saw no sign of him. He was probably off fixing something in some far corner of the house. “Is it because you’re worried about the size of your you-know-what? Are you worried the girls won’t like it?” The butterflies in her stomach flapped again. Why had Madison said those things? Brittney needed to get this out of her mind so she could go back to seeing her twin as she always had. Her lovable, nerdy, brother.

“What?” Daniel closed the door and slung his backpack to the floor. He hadn’t expected the conversation to go this way.

“It’s just, we all saw it that one day. And Brad made fun of you about it. And you haven’t been dating. So …” Brittney shrugged and didn’t make eye contact with him.

“Well …” Daniel slowly took off his boots and placed them on the mat by the door. “If I did want to date Madison, I think it might be a problem.”

“I think she likes it, Danny. I think she’s curious.” Brittney took off her jacket and hung it in the closet. “Maybe …” She took Daniel’s jacket off him and hung it up too. “Maybe if you showed it to me again, I could tell you … um … whether it was too big or what. Just, you know, as an impartial sister and all.” God, what had that conversation with Madison done to her? Brittney could feel how damp her panties were. Was she just horny because her mom was gone?

“You … want to …” Daniel lowered his voice in case his clueless father walked by. “… see my dick?”

“Just to help you with Madison,” Brittney said quickly. She grabbed his hand. “Don’t be a dummy, not many sisters would do this for their brother.” She pulled him down the west hallway, into the library, and closed and locked the door behind them. She then turned to Daniel and folded her arms over her sweater, easily covering her small breasts. “Go on. Drop your pants, doofus.” Her heart hammered in her chest.

“Really?” Daniel could argue with her, but he knew how Brittney got when she fixated on something in her head. “Okay.” Anyway, he wanted to see the look in her bright, blue eyes when she gazed at his cock again. He pulled down his pants and underwear and let his dick free. It hung in the air, semi-torpid.

“It’s beautiful, Danny.” Brittney stared at the improbable length and girth. “I mean, it’s sort of horrific. But also, beautiful.” Her eyes darted as she catalogued every vein along the shaft. She could even see blue veins in the hood of his foreskin. “Is it …? Is it getting bigger?”

“I can’t help it.”

“I guess I understand.” Her eyes flicked up to her brother’s face, saw the hunger in his eyes, and then fell right back down as the thing filled steadily with each pump of her brother’s heart. It almost looked like a creature waking. Every time she was sure it couldn’t possibly grow any larger, it did. Eventually, it stopped. It stood out a long way from her brother’s body. Brittney’s chest rose and fell with erratic breaths, and she hugged herself with her arms. “How long is it?”

“Thirteen inches.”

“Can I … touch it?” Her voice was barely audible in the room.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Brit.” Daniel could smell the combined cum from his load earlier in the day, and their school principal’s wet pussy. He didn’t want to gross Brittney out. He pulled up his pants and underwear, and tucked his dick into his waistband.

“What?” Brittney frowned. Her brother must really be sensitive about his penis. “Oh, I just meant I wanted to touch it to see if, you know, Madison would like it.”

“Maybe another time.” Daniel playfully nudged her on the shoulder with his fist. “Okay, gotta go.” Daniel stepped around her and opened the door. He headed straight for the shower. He badly needed to fap.

Brittney watched her brother go with disbelief. Was he really such a prude? Maybe she could coax him out of his shell a little. If only to help her friend.

 

Chapter 20

Winter break started, and the twins were home from school. They sat at the table with their dad as they all munched on breakfast.

“When’s Mom coming home?” Brittney tried not to sound desperate, but she was. Her pussy had been on fire without her mother’s tender touch. And no amount of masturbation seemed to make up for it. To make her horny matters even worse, she could not get the image of Daniel’s massive dick out of her head.

“Penelope’s mother is recovering nicely.” George looked over at his daughter. “Your mother should be home on the 23rd. I’m pretty sure.”

“She’s not going to miss Christmas, is she?” Worry crept into Daniel’s blue eyes.

“She’ll be back. We’ll have the same Christmas we always do.” George took another bite from his grapefruit.

Independently, both twins doubted it would be the same Christmas as always even if their mother returned on time. They both made plans for Julie in their minds, each staring off into space.

“Anyway, what do you all have planned for today?” George knew what he was doing. That damned valve in the basement was acting up again. How was he going to make any progress on the house if each new valve he put in kept failing? He’d wanted to list the house by spring, but that was looking less and less likely.

“I’m hanging with friends,” Daniel said.

“Some brother-sister time,” Brittney said at the same time. She looked over at Daniel. “I thought we were going to hang out today.” She looked hurt.

“I haven’t seen my friends for a while, Brit. And Hassan made a new board game we’re all gonna try.” It was true. Daniel hadn’t seen his friends much, even not accounting for his time at the cabin.

“You’re all high school seniors and making board games. You’re such nerds.” Brittney offered a good-natured smile to let Daniel know she was joking. “I guess I can go over to Madison’s for a while. How about we do something before we leave?”

George watched his children talk out their differences. The twins had always gotten along so well. Why couldn’t Brad have gotten some of their genes?

“I … um …” Daniel had been planning to fap while watching the video of his mom comparing his dick to her forearm. The dazed look in Julie’s eyes at that moment made Daniel’s balls churn. “Sure, Brit. We can hang a little this morning.” He sighed. Fapping would have to wait.

“Oh, and don’t forget. It’s the first day of winter break, so I want you both home tonight. It’s time to watch everyone’s favorite Christmas movie.” George smiled at his children. It wouldn’t be the same without Julie, but Christmas movie night on the first night of winter break was an Anderson family tradition.

“You’re gonna shoot your eye out,” Daniel smiled.

“Oh no, I shot my eye out.” Brittney’s laugh sounded like jingling bells.

“Very good you two, but it’s Diehardimas this year.” George and Julie had started the tradition before even Brad arrived. Each year just before Christmas, they alternated between watching A Christmas Story or Die Hard. And it was, indeed, a Die Hard year.

“Okay, we’ll be here, Dad.” Brittney nodded.

“Ditto.” Daniel smiled amiably.

~~

“So, what do you want to do?” Daniel looked over at his sister from his computer chair.

“Well, we never really finished our conversation from the other day.” Brittney sat on the edge of his bed, her hands in her lap.

“Is this about my dick?” Daniel stopped swiveling in his chair. “Look, it isn’t really a problem. I …” Why was he trying to avoid showing it to her again? If she wanted to see it, he should show it to her. Daniel adored the way women looked at it. And Daniel adored Brittney. And she was a beautiful woman. “I’ll show it to you again if you want.”

“Yes.” Brittney nodded. She tried to keep her face neutral, but her insides twisted into knots at the thought of seeing that breathtaking cock again. “Madison keeps asking me about it. This way, I can tell her what it’s like when I see her later. Maybe I can get you two to start dating.”

“You’re gonna tell her that you saw my dick today?” Daniel stood up, pulled off his pants, and tossed them toward the closet. He stood only in his micro-boxers and t-shirt. “And that you touched it?”

“Well, no … I guess I can’t tell her I saw it again.” Brittney was usually a strategic thinker, but she really hadn’t thought this one through. “And … um … why would you say that I’m going to touch it?”

“You asked to touch it last time, so …” Daniel pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it toward his discarded pants. Not long ago, he’d have been embarrassed to show off his naked torso, even to his sister. But women seemed to like it. “So, do you want to touch it?” Daniel dropped his boxers and kicked them away. This time he was fresh out of the shower and genuinely curious to see what Brittney was all about.

“Wow.” Brittney’s blue eyes fixed themselves on the growing thing. “Look at it … unfurl.” She wiggled her butt a little on the bed. “Maybe I should touch it. Just to see.” This was all Madison’s fault for putting these ideas in her head. And her mom’s fault for leaving her so horny. “Come over here, doofus.” Brittney watched the dick sway as he walked over. It was now almost all the way hard.

“Should I lock the door?” Daniel stopped right in front of his sister, his dick now inches from her cute, upturned nose.

“It’s okay.” Brittney looked at the door and then back at the cock right in front of her. Locking the door implied they were hiding something, and she didn’t want that. Anyway, their dad was busy working in the basement. “This will only take a sec. And then maybe we can go for a walk in the snow together or something.”

“Sure.” Daniel watched her right hand move toward his dick and hesitate. Then she set her jaw as if making a decision, and reached out and gave his cock a little smack. Daniel snorted a laugh as they both watched it bounce side to side rapidly until it lost its momentum. “What are you doing?”

“I’m testing it, dummy.” She did it again and couldn’t help but smile at Daniel’s sweet laugh and the absurdity of this mighty thing swaying like a dangerous metronome. “If you’re going to date my friend, I’ll need to be rigorous.”

“Then by all means, continue your inspection.” Daniel put his hands on his hips.

“I’ll need to see how thick it is.” Brittney’s face became serious again as she took hold of it and squeezed with her right hand. She let out a long breath as the pliant flesh pushed back at her fingers. Daniel’s penis was so different from Ted’s, or any other boy, that it was almost like she was touching a penis for the first time. As warmth spread through her stomach, and wetness spread in her panties, she knew she wasn’t merely a lesbian.

“Well, how thick is it?”

“Very thick,” she whispered.

“Do you think Madison would like it?” Daniel saw a brief flash of jealousy flash over her face. As her brother, he knew that look of jealousy well.

“Yes.” Brittney squeezed it rhythmically. She wasn’t trying to please Daniel, she was only prodding him. She brushed down the veiny thing with her fingertips, and then back to the purple head. She put two fingers on either side of his little hole and spread her fingers slightly. The hole opened a tiny bit. “Is there where you pee from and … you know … cum from?”

“Um … you know it is, Brit.” Daniel raised an eyebrow. He had to hand it to her, she always managed to surprise him.

“It’s just, I haven’t seen one up close like this. And, you know, I have different holes for different things down there.” She pushed her hand back down, gripped his dick again, and pumped him. Her hand looked so small on him. “This would be very different if we were identical twins.”

“I’m glad we’re not.”

“Me too.” It felt so good to jerk off her brother. Her whole body tingled. “So, is this what you’d want Madison to do?” She looked up at him with serious eyes.

“Well, actually, I’d want her to use two hands.” Daniel fought the urge to put a hand on Brittney’s head. It was second nature to him now in such situations, but he thought Brittney might rebel.

“That makes sense.” Brittney put her second hand on him and pumped. “Wow, Daniel. Your dick is really something. I think Madison is going to love it.”

“You gonna tell her about this?”

“Shut up, doofus.” She shot him a mock-angry look and returned her gaze to his penis. She pumped him in silence for a while.

Daniel broke the silence. “You should probably get it wet.”

“How?” Brittney looked up again. He looked very happy. It thrilled her to make her brother so happy.

“Just spit in your hands.”

“Isn’t that gross?” Brittney wasn’t sure if he was just putting her on.

“Nah, it’s great.”

“Okay.” Brittney took her hands off him, spit into each palm, and then resumed her pumping. “Daniel? Are you a virgin?”

“No.” Daniel loved the slick sounds of her hands on his dick. “But I don’t want to talk about that right now, okay?” He wasn’t sure how to break it to her that they were both sleeping with the same woman.

“Okay.” She pumped him in silence for another few minutes. “It’s been a long time, Danny. Are you going to … cum?”

“Do you want me to?” He wasn’t sure how she’d react to getting covered in gooey, hot sperm.

Brittney thought it over as she worked him. “No. I think this is enough. I’ll tell Madison you’re ready to date, if she’s still interested.” She took her hands off him and stood up, careful to move to the side of his giant erection. “I’m sorry I didn’t finish you. Are you sure that’s okay?”

“No problem, but you better go.” Daniel gave her a dreamy smile. He wasn’t that far away from cumming. “I’m going to watch some porn now.”

“Oh, okay.” Brittney kissed him on the cheek and fled the room. How odd, if her brother had told her even just a few days ago that he was about to watch porn, she would have called him a perv. But now she just hoped he really enjoyed his orgasm. She closed the door on the way out and made her way up to her room. She had an hour before she needed to leave for Madison’s, and Brittney needed to cum, too.

~~

“This is Christmas music,” the three Andersons on the couch said in unison, along with Argyle in the movie. They all laughed. The lights were off in the basement, and the movie had just started. Daniel sat at one end of the couch. His sister cuddled under the blanket next to him. On the other end of the couch, George ate popcorn and bobbed his head to Run DMC as John McClane made his way to Nakatomi Plaza.

They settled in and let the movie spread Christmas cheer as it had done so many times before for the Andersons.

About the time Hans Gruber quoted Alexander the Great, Daniel felt Brittney’s small hand on his thigh. Her hand was under the blanket, but above his pajama bottoms as it slowly worked its way to his waistband. “What are you doing?” Daniel whispered to his sister.

“Shh.” She smiled at him and returned her eyes to the movie.

Daniel looked over at his dad, who was still munching handfuls of popcorn, absorbed by the movie. “I don’t think –”

“Shh.” George said without looking over.

Daniel turned his focus back to the film and felt Brittney’s small, warm hand slip under his pajamas and underwear.

Brittney scooted closer and leaned up to Daniel’s ear. “Madison says she’s still interested,” she whispered. “Do you think she’d do this if you two were dating?” She touched him and played with the head, but Daniel’s micro-boxers were too restricting to pump him again.

Daniel nodded and let his sister press up against his left side. He was now fully hard as she played with the top of his dick, where it poked up above the elastic waist of his boxers.

All three Andersons kept their eyes on the movie, but only George really cared about what was happening on screen.

“No fair,” Daniel leaned down to her ear and said the words just as a block of C4 took out the first few floors of Nakatomi Tower. He slid his left hand under the blanket, and quickly moved his hand under Brittney’s pajama bottoms and panties. She squirmed a bit, but once he found her wet slit, she settled down. He ran his finger along the little ridges inside her pussy. He could feel her shoulders tense. She didn’t stop him.

The twins worked each other as quietly as they could, while John McClane saved the day. Right about the time the bad guys opened the vault, a loud pinging sounded from the laundry room.

“Oh, shit.” George put down his popcorn, stood, and raced over to the door. He opened it, listened, and his shoulders slumped. “Well, at least it’s not the valve.”

Daniel and Brittney quickly withdrew their hands from each other’s genitals under the blanket and tried to look innocent.

George turned back to his children. “I need to deal with this.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I know we were all enjoying the movie. You can finish without me.” He turned and disappeared into the unfinished part of the basement.

“Well?” Daniel looked at Brittney.

Brittney nodded. “Your room, or my room?”

“My room,” Daniel said. “It’s more private.”

They stood, held hands, and headed upstairs. Brittney noticed that his hand was sticky with her mess as she squeezed it.

~~

“You know, I thought I was a lesbian.” Brittney kneeled in front of her standing brother. She still had her pajamas on. Daniel only wore his top now. She stared at his massive erection, inches from her face. It shook a little with each beat of Daniel’s heart. “But now, I think I like both girls and boys.”

“I have to tell you something, Brit.” Daniel watched her lips part and her pupils dilate. “I saw you and Mom together.”

“You saw …?” She looked up into his handsome face without comprehension. But when she saw the sly look in his eyes, she knew he was talking about all the wrong things she’d done with her mother. “Oh, my God.” She put her hands over her face as her cheeks flushed red. “You saw us doing stuff? I’m gonna die, Danny. We didn’t mean to. It just sorta happened. I mean … I … I think this house is …”

“It’s okay, Brit.” Daniel put his hand on her brown hair and patted her like a puppy. “I’ve been doing stuff with Mom, too.”

“What?” Brittney peeked through her fingers up at him to see if he was teasing her. He looked serious. “You have?”

“It started a while ago.” Daniel smiled, remembering the shocked look on Julie’s pretty face the first time she’d been covered by his deluge of cum. “She’s the best mom ever.”

“She is.” Brittney took her hands slowly away from her face. She was still very red. “Daniel, did the house change Mom? Did it change you? I mean, you used to be small down there and now, look.” Her eyes glanced at that long, thick cock.

“Yes, there’s a woman named Eloise Palmer. She offered us a deal.”

“I’ve met her,” Brittney whispered. She reached out and took hold of Daniel’s dick with both hands. It was so warm. “I want that deal, too.”

“You do?” Daniel raised his eyebrows.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Brittney’s face leaned forward a little. She licked her lips.

“It’ll hurt for minute. It gets really hot, but then it feels good.”

“I don’t care if it’s hot. If you and Mom made the deal, I want to, too.” Brittney licked the purple head before her and admired the slight salty taste.

“Okay.” Daniel put his hand on her shoulder and lifted her to her feet. Her hands fell away from his dick. “Let’s go get a cold shower going first. Trust me, you’re going to need it.”

They left his room, crossed the hall, and closed themselves in the bathroom.

“You should probably get naked.” Daniel set the water as far cold as it would go.

“This is weird.” But Brittney pulled off her top, her bottoms, and her panties. “What do we do now?”

“Well, now you have to agree to the deal.” Daniel looked her up and down. She was such a slight, gentle creature. Her small boobs had pink, puffy nipples, and she had a nice trimmed triangle of brown hair between her slender legs. He took a mental picture, because she was about to change. “The bond, the pact, the contract made. We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation.”

“Devil?” Brittney’s blue eyes widened.

“I’ve met him. He’s a nice guy.” Daniel took Brittney’s left hand in his right. “He doesn’t like rules.”

“Oh.” Brittney offered a faint smile. “I don’t even care, I just want to be in this with you and Mom, Danny.” She squeezed his hand. “I agree to the deal.” A heat built rapidly in her chest, hips, and between her legs. Daniel was right, it hurt. “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, Daaaannnnyyyyyyyyyy.” A strange red glow filled the bathroom, and seemed to emanate from her.

“Get in the shower. It’ll help.” Daniel took off his top, and carried her into the shower. The water was a shock to his skin, but he didn’t care. Brittney writhed and cursed as the heat moved through her. Daniel watched as her glowing boobs grew, and her hips expanded. He stood her on her feet and turned her so the cold water hit her breasts flush. “It’ll get better soon.” He dropped to his knees, and buried his face between her legs.

“Ohhhhhhhhh.” Brittney was only partially aware that her brother lapped at her pussy. The heat faded and Brittney cupped her boobs. They were not the same. This is what had happened to their mother. They were so much more full and heavy. She dropped them and grabbed them again. They fell on her chest in an entirely new way. “My … boobs … hang now … Danny.” The heat disappeared, replaced by the pleasure of what her brother was doing between her legs. “Oh, Danny.”

“Mmmmppphhhh.” Daniel focused on her clit. He grabbed her now rotund butt with both hands to hold her to him. He could feel her trembling with her impending orgasm.

“Daaaannnnyyyyyyyy.” Brittney squealed and shook. Stars danced with her in the shower. When she finished, she pulled Daniel to his feet and planted a deep kiss on his lips. She could taste her tang there. They made out like that for a while under the cold water, his massive dick pushing into her belly. She couldn’t help but compare him as a kisser to their mother. Julie was soft, gentle, and caring. Daniel more urgent, and intense. Brittney liked both.

The cold water became too much for both of them, so they shut it off and stepped out of the shower. They shared Daniel’s towel and dried off together, laughing and playfully slapping at each other’s naked bodies. Soon, they locked lips again. They crossed the hall back into Daniel’s room, blindly reaching for doorknobs as the they kissed the whole way. When they were inside Daniel’s room, they stood groping each other in the center of the room.

“I … need to … return … the favor,” Brittney said between kisses. She dropped to her knees and slid her hands up Daniel’s skinny thighs to his balls. She took one in each hand, a heavy handful each. “So full.” She then continued up to his cock and jerked him with reverence for several minutes. Brittney moved closer and closer until she licked the head. “I’m not sure how to get this in my mouth.”

“Just put the tip in.”

“Even the head is huge.” Brittney licked it again, a little precum tantalized her tongue with a salty splash. “My mouth is pretty small, Danny. But I’ll try. I want to make you happy.” Brittney opened wide and took the purple head into her mouth. Her eyes bulged at the effort. But she was surprised by how quickly she grew accustomed to his size. Soon, her little head bobbed on Daniel while she stroked him with both hands.

“Wow, Brit. You’re a natural.” Daniel put his hands on her silky head and let her blow him at her pace. Certainly, Brittney was not an accomplished blowjob artist like Penelope, or even Julie. But her tentative enthusiasm felt great in its own way. “Keep it up.”

Brittney worked him with a short, energetic back and forth motion for about twenty minutes. “Mmmmppphhhhhh.” She wanted his cum. It was the first time in her eighteen years that she wanted a man’s cum.

“Where … do you want it … Brit?”

“Uuuuuppppphhhhhhh.” She worked him even harder, the head of his dick just pushing at the back of her mouth. She’d never swallowed for Ted, or the other two boys she’d blown before. But she wanted to put her brother’s seed in her stomach.

“Okay … here … goes …” Daniel tightened his grip in his hair and tried not to force himself down her tiny throat. His hips shook and with a series of soft grunts, he let loose in his sister’s mouth.

“Aaaaaccckkkkkkkkk.” Brittney was not ready for the river of cum that came shooting out. She couldn’t swallow any of it. It filled up her mouth, puffing out her cheeks, and then exploded past her lips, dripping onto her new boobs, thighs, and the floor. She pulled her mouth off, sure he was done, but Daniel fired again and again, plastering her face and hair with cum. When he was done, she reached around on the floor, looking for something to wipe the semen out of her eyes. “Some help, Danny?” She finally swallowed the remaining salty stuff in her mouth, and gave a little shiver of pleasure. It was good.

“Sorry.” Daniel pulled his top sheet off the bed and handed it to her. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” She wiped herself off. “That was a lot more than any guy I’ve been with.” She opened her eyes. “And you’re still hard.”

“Die hard, right?” Daniel smiled.

“Yippee-ki-yay motherfucker.” Brittney laughed. She stood up and looked him up and down. “So, do we do more stuff, or what? I’ve never been with anyone that stayed hard after … you know.”

“Do you want to try putting it in?” He watched her as she cocked her hip at him. Her boobs had gone from tight handfuls to bountiful teardrops. And her hips and waist were no longer mostly up and down, they had a nice hourglass curve to them.

“I … do. It’s all so crazy, but I do.” She looked back at the door. “What if Dad comes to check on us?”

“I’m sure he’s busy in the basement.”

“How do you want to do it?” Brittney walked over to the bed, flopped onto her back, and spread her slender legs. She knew how she wanted it. She wanted to watch his cock sink into her.

“That’ll work.” Daniel got between her legs. He glanced over at the drawer on his bedside table and thought about the promise he’d made his mom. “Should we use a condom?”

“Do you use condoms with Mom?” Brittney looked down at her boobs. They hung to the sides now when she rested on her back. She thought it looked so pretty. She looked farther down at the monster hovering above her pussy.

“No.” Daniel rested his cock on her belly, with his balls on her pussy so she could see how far he’d be inside her. “But usually we use her butt.”

“No way.” She looked up at him, her face pale. “I have no idea how that’s possible. I can tell you right now that you’re never sticking that thing back there.”

“Okay.” Daniel held up his hands in surrender. “So, condom?”

“Not this time.” Brittney couldn’t believe it would fit inside her. Resting on the outside as it was, it went halfway up her belly. “Next time we’ll use one. But I want to feel what Mom feels. Just once. Pull out when it’s time, okay?”

“Okay.” Daniel lined his dick up with her pussy, and nudged the head in. She was incredibly wet, but even so, he met some resistance. Without the deal, Daniel doubted he would have been able to even get the tip in her little opening. But with the deal, it did pop in.

“Oooohhhhhhh.” Brittney stared past her boobs at the disappearing cock with intensity. “It’s in. You got it in, Danny.”

“Still a long way to go.” He inched it further. She was so tight.

“I can’t believe I’m watching that big thing go inside me. How does it fit?”

“It’s the deal, Brit.” He slid it further, and his balls slapped up against her ass.

“I … love … the deal … uuuuuuuggggghhhhhh.” Her hips rocked and she came for the first time with a man inside her. Her pretty, upturned nose wrinkled as she grunted with pleasure.

“You like watching it?” Daniel could see it was going to be hard for her to hold her head up, but she wanted to see what was happening to her pussy. So, he waited for her orgasm to pass, grabbed a pillow, and put it behind her head. “Now hold on, I’m going to really pound you now.”

“Okay,” Brittney squeaked. She grabbed the bedsheet on either side of her hips and opened her legs wider. Nothing could prepare Brittney for the onslaught that followed. There was just so much cock, and it kept disappearing into her. And to make it even more obscene, she could see it poking at her belly from the inside, like an alien in one of her beloved sci-fi movies. Her brother pummeled her for more than an hour, and Brittney loved every second of it. She came again and again, sometimes one on top of the other. Her tits almost hit her in the face they were bouncing so wildly. She said almost nothing during this time except for the occasional, “I’m cumming … again …” or “So … big …”

Eventually, Daniel was ready. “I’m gonna … cum … Brit.” He stopped his thrusting and moved back to withdraw from her.

“No.” Brittney reached around to his little butt with both hands and pulled as hard as she could, her thin arms and shoulders flexing to hold him inside. “Do … you … cum … in Mom’s pussy?”

“Some … uh … sometimes …”

“Do … me … too.” In her fevered brain, it was worth the risk. She wanted to feel what it was like to take all of her brother. She was on the verge of another orgasm. Was it her eighth, ninth? She didn’t know.

“Okay.” The back of Daniel’s mind flashed warning lights at him, but rational thought wasn’t going to win the day. His hips went back to long, smashing strokes that drove his sister’s butt deep into the mattress on every down-thrust. A minute later, he lost his rhythm, and let out a series of soft grunts. “Cuuuuummmmmminnnnnnnngggggggggg.” He poured everything he had inside her.

Brittney screamed out her own orgasm along with her brother. The feeling of his hot stuff inside her was too much.

More than five minutes passed before either of them spoke. Daniel lay on his sister, his head resting next to her right ear. They breathed in unison, still panting a little from the exertion and the high.

“Are you on the pill?” Daniel whispered into her ear. When his sister shook her head, he felt his balls contract a little. “It’s probably okay.”

Brittney nodded. “Yeah, probably.” She ran her hands up his smooth back. “Merry Diehardimas, Danny.”

“Merry Diehardimas, Brit.” Daniel’s hips rocked a little. He was still so hard.

“Again?” Brittney whispered.

“Why not.” Daniel dumped two more loads in his sister that night.

When Brittney finally got up to go take a shower and get to bed, she found herself waddling like she’d ridden a horse all day. They would use a condom next time, she told herself. Oh, God, there would be a next time. She couldn’t wait.

~~

The far-backseat of the minivan was all Khadra’s. The two middle backseats were piled with suitcases. Up front, Penelope snored in the passenger seat. Julie, with her hands on the wheel, and her eyes on the open road, bounced her head to loud 90s pop music that blasted on the car’s speakers. Khadra felt protected to have these Anderson women so close, but it was also nice to have her own space. She kicked her feet up on the seat to relax a little and bumped something to the floor. She reached down to pick the thing up, and her hand closed around a familiar girth.

Allah preserve her, that damned massive dildo had followed her on her car trip. Khadra brought it to her lap and inspected it. Her stomach turned over as she felt the familiar ridges of the veins, and the spongy flexibility of the silicone. Khadra lifted her head a little to peer over the seat in front of her, Julie still danced away as she drove, and Penelope slept. Khadra slouched back down in her seat, mostly hidden from the women up front. Her hands trembled as she held the pitch-black thing to her large bosom.

Did she dare? It had been more than a week since she’d had the thing between her legs, and her vagina soaked itself in anticipation of its return. The thought of her mortification if the other women caught her kept the dildo above her dress for more than ten minutes. But as one catchy pop song changed to the next, Khadra knew she wasn’t going to be able to resist.

The last thought she had before slipping the monster under her dress, was that she could at least wait until she had a private moment back at the mansion. But, apparently, she couldn’t. Khadra spread her legs, moved her panties to the side, and inserted the phallus. She grunted with familiar pleasure as the thing greedily stretched her out. Julie loved loud music, thank Allah.

Over the next half hour, Khadra pumped her vagina to three remarkable orgasms. She had to bite down on her hijab so that she wouldn’t alert the ladies to her activities. When she was finally satisfied, she pulled over her purse and hid the dildo at the bottom under the extra hijab she carried around with her.

“Do you smell something odd, Khadra?” Julie turned down the music and spoke over her shoulder. “It’s really familiar, but I can’t quite place it. I wonder if we’re driving by something.”

If Khadra could blush, she would have turned bright red. Khadra knew that Julie smelled her excited vagina. “I don’t smell anything.” Khadra pulled down her dress and pretended like she was resting back there.

“Oh, well. It doesn’t smell bad, I guess. Sorta reminds me of my daughter for some reason.” Julie turned the music back up and went back to nodding her head to the beat. Penelope continued to snore in the seat beside her. Khadra lay down and let the blissful post-orgasm electricity sooth her nerves.

~~

They were a couple hours from home when Penelope woke from her nap. She stretched and looked in the backseat, but couldn’t see Khadra. The poor woman was probably asleep. Penelope had been unsure about bringing her with them, but the little, dark woman had been such an excellent helper as they moved Penelope’s mom home from the hospital. Penelope looked over at Julie in the driver’s seat. Her mother-in-law bopped her head to the music, her tits shaking behind her bra, dress, and seatbelt. Penelope could see a round curve to Julie’s belly that hadn’t been there before.

“Julie?” Penelope turned down the music. “Julie, I want to talk to you about something.” Penelope looked in the back again, and thought she could hear Khadra softly snoring.

“What is it, sweetie?” Julie glanced at Penelope, and then gazed back out at the open road.

“I’m pregnant,” Penelope blurted out. She wasn’t sure why she would tell her mother-in-law before her husband, but something about Julie’s swelling belly made her want to confide.

“My first grandchild.” Julie smiled. Of course, Julie already knew about the pregnancy and knew it wasn’t Brad’s baby. But she was happy to pretend. It was pretty much the same DNA, anyway. Who would know the difference? “You and Brad must be so happy.”

“I haven’t told him yet.” Penelope blushed. How much was she going to tell Julie? Surely not that she’d been fucking both of Julie’s sons.

“Oh, really?” Julie nodded thoughtfully. “Well, in that case, you might as well be the first to know my good news. I’m pregnant, too.”

“I know.” Penelope looked down at Julie’s stomach. “I mean, you’re starting to show. I guessed.” Penelope, of course, knew that their babies had the same father, but she wasn’t going to tell Julie that she knew her mother-in-law had succumbed to the same giant dick that she had. “So, you haven’t told George?”

“Not yet.” Julie scrunched her face up in an exaggerated frown. “I expect he’ll be grumpy about it. He only wanted three children. And, well, babies do get harder later in life.”

“Did you tell, Danny?”

“Well, that’s an odd question.” Julie narrowed her eyes and looked over at Penelope. How much did this woman know? “Why would I tell my youngest son but not my husband?”

“I … um … just meant that …” Penelope looked out the passenger window at the passing cornfields. “How about we announce both our pregnancies after dinner tonight? It’ll be something extra to celebrate on Christmas Eve. The Anderson family expanding.”

“Sure.” Julie nodded. “That sounds like a nice surprise. I guess I can’t really hide it anymore.” Julie looked down at her belly. She really was beginning to show. Her own grandchild was in there. Heck, two of her grandchildren were riding inside their mothers in that very car.

Little did Julie know, she actually had three grandchildren growing inside their mothers in that minivan at that moment.

~~

After a nice family dinner, everyone gathered in the main living room to decorate the tree. With the room’s high ceilings, George had been able to fit in a tall, majestic spruce. A roaring fire warmed the room, and cast cheerful warm light onto the assembled group.

“I thought the chimney was broken, how’d you get the fire going, George?” Julie kissed her husband on the cheek.

“I guess the inspector was wrong. But I didn’t light it. I thought you did.” George pulled a red globe out of their decoration box and hunted for the perfect spot on the tree to hang it.

“Is this your first time decorating a tree?” Penelope asked Khadra as she sat down on the couch next to Julie. The warmth of the fire felt so good.

“Yes.” Khadra smiled, adjusted her hijab, and pulled an oval ornament with glittering snowflakes from the box. “It’s fun, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Daniel said. He sat on the hearth, hip to hip with his sister.

“It is.” Brittney said and laughed. She wore an oversized ugly Christmas sweater and a long skirt. The eighteen-year-old twins giggled. Daniel put his phone next to him on the hearth, and turned on some instrumental Christmas music. The thin, reedy sounds filled the cavernous room.

“If we could have your attention.” Julie put her arm around Penelope’s shoulders. “Brad? You’ll want to hear this. That can wait a minute.”

Brad looked down from the ladder where he was trying to hang the highest ornaments. He always wanted to outdo his family.

“We have joyous news.” Julie smiled and looked at Penelope.

“We’re pregnant,” Julie and Penelope said together.

George dropped his ornament on the ground where it bounced and rolled away. Not one of the antiques, thankfully. He stared with wide eyes at his wife.

“What now?” Brad looked down from the ladder with confusion.

“Um … you both are?” Daniel’s face drained turned ashen.

Brittney studied her brother, reached down between them, and squeezed his hand. She knew what he was thinking.

Khadra beamed. This was good news, was it not?

The reedy Christmas music played as everyone processed the information.

“Um … well … I suppose this is a Christmas miracle.” George tried to smile. “God has blessed us with two new Andersons.” He walked over to his wife, dropped to a knee and looked her in the eyes. “Are you happy?”

“Very much.” Julie’s warm smile spread. He’d taken it better than she’d expected.

“Well, shit.” Brad’s ladder teetered as he lost his balance, fortunately Khadra stepped over to steady him. “You forgot your pills, Pen. I knew this would happen.”

“Bradly, this is a time for joy.” George looked up at his son with a threatening stare. “You’re going to be a father.”

“Sorry.” Brad looked at his wife. “Yay.” For some reason, his wife was looking at his brother. That annoyed Brad.

Brittney leaned her lips up to Daniel’s ear. “What did you do?” She whispered so only he could hear.

Daniel squeezed her hand in response, stood, and pulled a pink globe from the decoration box. “This is a special Christmas. Let’s make this the best tree ever.”

The music played, conversations restarted, and cheer seemed to win the day in the room. As Daniel performed the familiar Christmas ritual, he listened for the tick tock of the ubiquitous clock. But instead, he thought he heard distant, stalking footsteps. He didn’t think it was Santa. The news about the babies had changed something in the house. He was glad for the company. And glad his partners, Eloise and Day Star, were somewhere watching out for him and his progeny.

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