The house smelled like pumpkin and cinnamon. Mom, the culprit, pulled the cookies out the oven to cool. Her apron was well out if its depth today, because her jeans and sweater were splattered with a mix of flour, dough, and icing.

Today had been a frenzy of cleaning, decorating, and baking. Ever since Mom learned Gabrielle was coming home with a new boyfriend, she was in Autumn Overdrive.

At least I could benefit from her neurosis. I sat curled up in a blanket near the crackling fire with a warm cup of tea, book in hand.

“Don’t you think you’re going a little overboard? I mean they just started dating.” I said.

“I want to make a good impression, Meredith. Besides don’t you want your sister to return to a nice house?”

“Well, yeah.” I was excited to see my older sister. This last-minute visit was a surprise to all of us. But I was even more surprised, and apprehensive, that she’d have a new boyfriend in tow. Sudden relationships were not Gabrielle’s style, especially with guys named “Brent.” She was a serious person. She didn’t jump in and out of relationships. That was one of the things I admired most about her. She was ambitious, smart, and driven.

“Hey, can you help glaze the cookies? Just taste it first to make sure it’s good.”

“Sure.” I joined her in the kitchen and got to work with the sugary mixture. I scooped some glaze up with a spoon and tasted it. “Mm, yeah it’s good. You know I hope I get this kind of welcome when I leave for college next year.”

“And what makes you think you deserve that?” Mom quipped, bumping my with her hip.

DING DONG!

“Oh, that’s them!”

We opened the door together. The dual-greeting may be cheesy, but it was one of our family traditions. Gabrielle always liked to see us both waiting for her.

The sight on the other side was a shock to us both.

“Heeeeyyy!!” Gabrielle squealed, arms squeezed tight around the preppiest frat bro to crawl out of a Brooks Brothers. But it wasn’t the way she was holding onto Brent’s arms that shocked us. Gabrielle had reinvented herself.

She was wearing a shiny blue tube dress, tight around her body and short as hell, feet propped up in high pumps. She looked like she’d just come from a party, with her hair done up and her face made up.

“Mind if I put this down?” Brent said, walking right through us and putting a cumbersome box on the counter. I clocked immediately that he was checking us out, me and Mom both, glancing at our butts once he passed us.

Already he was such a charmer. But at the moment, my primary concern was my sister.

“Gabrielle, what are you wearing?” I asked. I could tell by Mom’s face that she was glad I brought it up. Mom was confrontation-averse, and she would have never said it herself.

“Looks great, right?” She chirped, totally missing my point. The Gabrielle I knew was not this oblivious. What happened to her?

“Excuse me, Brent, is it?” Mom said. “Do you mind moving that thing off the counter? It’s a bit greasy.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all.” Brent said, fiddling with the knobs. “You won’t even notice it. I promise.”

It was starting to make noise, to crackle with static and even shudder a bit.

“Uhm, dude.” I said, losing patience. “My mom said to move it.”

“There.” He said. It was much louder now, creating a violent fuzz and rattling.

“Brent. It’s nice to meet you, but, please–” My mom tried to say.

“Turn the fucking thing off!” I yelled for her. But Brent wasn’t listening. He returned to Gabrielle’s arms and gave her a smile.

“This is gonna be fun.” He said. “Come here, slut.”

He pulled her head towards his, and she smiled a big open smile, her tongue meeting his for a gratuitous kiss.

Mom and I watched in shock. The box just kept on crackling, while my sister and her new boyfriend made out in front of us. I was getting a headache from all the noise, and it took all my effort to yell “STOP!”

But they weren’t listening. I wasn’t even sure the words left my mouth, because it was blaringly loud in here now, and everything shook.

The house smelled like pumpkin and cinnamon. I was curled up by the fire with a book, and it crackled nicely in my ear like a soothing static. Mom was in the kitchen pulling out a batch of cookies. She set them on the counter next to the…

(box)

…bowl of glaze. Mom was in Autumn Overdrive for Gabrielle’s arrival, covered in caked sugars from her day’s work of baking and decorating.

“Don’t you think you’re going a little overboard?” I asked. “I mean, Gabrielle brings home a different guy every time she comes home. Who are you trying to impress?”

As much as I loved my older sister, her track record with boyfriends was less than stellar.

“You never know which guy could be the one!” Mom said. “Besides, this is more for Gabrielle than this Brent guy.”

I was excited for Gabrielle’s visit. I loved my sister. As bad as her judgement was with boys, her booksmarts more than made up for it. I could always look up to her for that, if nothing else.

“Hey, can you help glaze the cookies?”

“Sure.” I said, putting down my book and crossing to the kitchen.

“Taste it too!” She said.

I had some off the spoon and signed off on it. A little sweet, but it would go perfect with the spiced cookies. Even over here, I was pleasantly surprised that the crackling fire was still so clear to my ears, like it was coming from right here…

I got to work with the frosting and made a quip about getting this kind of treatment when I came home. Mom laughed and knocked her hip into mine.

DING DONG

“That’s them!” She said.

We met them at the door, and there was Brent. Wait, hadn’t she brought Brent home once before…? Something about him looked familiar.

“Heyyyyy!!!” Gabrielle squealed. She was wearing a tight blue dress, metallic and shiny, and ridiculous pumps.

“Oh my God Gabrielle that outfit.” I said disparagingly. She looked like such a slut! Gabrielle had a tendancy to change her style for whichever guy she was dating. If her outfit now was any indication, Brent was sure to be a treat.

“Meredith, please!” Mom said. “You look great, dear, come on in.”

I rolled my eyes. Mom could be such a pushover. Always trying to avoid conflict. I knew she would agree with me, but only in private.

“Nice to meet you both. I’m Brent.” He said, holding out his hand.

I shook it reluctantly, taking note of the fact that he was checking me out, and not very subtly. He took Mom’s hand next and gave her the same skeevy once-over.

I caught Mom’s eyes and raised an eyebrow, and she gave me a thinly veiled look of concern in return. Gabrielle had dated some real stinkers before, but Brent was going to take the cake.

“Oh, don’t mind if I do!” He said, walking by and grabbing a cookie off the tray. While he was there, he took a look at the–

(box)

–There was nothing there to look at. Just cookies and frosting. He helped himself to another, and glanced at our asses.

Gabrielle slid by us and wrapped her arms around him. I don’t know how she put up with him looking at other women like that. Did she not notice? She deserved so much better.

“We’re SO excited to be here.” She said. “Brent’s gonna like, make both of you so slutty!”

“Excuse me?” Mom snapped. The fireplace was getting louder, crackling in my head, and I thought that somebody needed to check on it because… was it getting out of control?

Mom was still yelling. “Young lady, I don’t know WHAT you think you mean, but–”

CRACKLE

“Nnhh–” She grabbed her head in pain.

“Mom, are you okay?” I asked. But I was beginning to feel the pain, too, a splitting headache that sounded like fire.

Gabrielle giggled, and she and Brent started kissing. They were hot and heavy on each other. It was…

(hot and heavy)

(hot)

(so hot)

…obscene, they way they sucked and licked at each other’s faces right in front of us, and yet– hadn’t I seen this before? Didn’t they do this…

(all the time)

The plates and silverware in the cabinets began to rattle, and the tray of cookies started shaking too, dancing in vibrations across the counter until–

CLATTER!

“Shit!”

Mom dropped the tray of cookies as she pulled them out of the oven. They scattered across the floor, the batch ruined.

“Damnit…” Mom sighed, and started to clean them up.

“I got it.” I said. I put my book aside and left my cozy place by the fire to help Mom with the mess.

She was in a bit of a tizzy because Gabi and her jerk boyfriend Brent were coming to visit. She’d been dating him for about a year, and it was one year too long. Both of us hated Brent, and as much as we liked Gabi coming home, his presence put a damper on the whole thing.

For one, Gabi and Brent couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They were always making out, regardless of whether or not Mom and I were around. They were lucky we were so…

(intrigued)

(aroused)

(depraved)

…tolerant of it. But even worse was how Brent would take peeks at our butts and chests. With Brent around, we had to be so careful with what we were wearing.

For Mom, it all manifested into one big stressful Autumn Overdrive of cleaning, baking, and decorating.

“I promise when I come home to visit, it won’t be with a guy like Brent.” I said.

Mom smiled and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks, honey. I appreciate that.”

I wasn’t lying. I wasn’t anything like Gabi. Gabi was always boy crazy, which wasn’t a problem on its own except that she had the worst taste in boys. That she’d eventually settle down with a guy like Brent after slutting around was an inevitability.

I on the other hand, was determined to end up with a good guy, and only after I had the rest of my life in order. College wasn’t going to change that. There was no way I’d be a…

(slut) …party girl like Gabi.

“Who knows. Maybe this will be his last visit. She could break up with him any week now.” Mom said, and I laughed. It was nice to dream.

DING DONG

Mom took a deep breath. “Okay. Here we go.” I squeezed her hand in support. Time for another weekend with Brent.

Naturally, Gabi was all over him when we opened the door. She was dressed up in a strapless tube club dress that I could only roll my eyes at. Typical Gabi, wearing something so slutty to a family visit. Why’d she have to show up looking so…

(hot)

…overdressed?

“Heeeyyyy!” She squealed, running in to give Mom and I hugs. It may be cheesy, but my family always did the big round of hello-hugs at the door. We were close like that, and big on physical affection.

“Hey, Sis.” I got a big whiff of dizzying perfume in her neck. It was jarring against the spiced pumpkin aroma from the house. Did Gabi always smell like this? Gabi– Gabrielle– My sister wasn’t like this, was she?

“Hey Miri.” Brent said, coming in for his obligatory hug.

“Meredith.” I reminded him. I tried to keep some distance between us, leaning in rather than stepping in, swooping my arms as wide as possible. I knew better than to give Brent a chance to cop a feel.

Mom pulled the sane maneuver. “Hey Brent.” She said tersely.

“Who made the mess?” Brent asked, stepping in and taking a glance back at our asses. He always fucking did that, the creep.

“Yes, yes. Sorry. You two settle in. I’ll get another batch in.”

“Nah, you don’t need to worry about it. The next round will be different.”

Mom squeezed the bridge of her nose and winced. It really was hard to focus in here, with the fireplace roaring like that. “The next… what?”

Brent was always saying weird stuff like that. And he was fiddling with that box again– That box! I’d forgotten about it completely, but it was so huge, and he walked in carrying it, didn’t he?

“Mom, something’s wrong…” I said. The house began to shake.

“I know… It’s that box. It’s been there the whole time and– Gabi, what is Brent doing?”

Gabi just giggled. “It’s working, Master!” She said, draping herself over him, kissing him the way she always did when they came around.

“Yep. It’s completely paired with their memories now. Their personalities are still syncing, but…”

“Gabi, what the fuck!” I stamped my foot, and the whole room trembled. The floorboards and ceiling creaked like a heavy weight was bearing down on us, and that crackling static intensified.

“AHH!” My Mom grabbed her head and nearly fell to her knees and–

Just like that, her jeans became a pair of white capris shorts, and her heavy sweater was now thin suede. The clothes changed in a blink, popping from their original state to the next, and then after, everything else–

The house smelled like pumpkin and cinnamon. Mom hummed as she pulled the cookies out of the oven to cool. Her apron was well out if its depth, because her shorts and shirt were splattered with a mix of flour, dough, and icing.

Ever since she learned Gabi and Brent were coming home, she went into Autumn Overdrive, so today was a frenzy of cleaning, decorating, and baking.

At least I could benefit. I sat curled in a blanket near the crackling fire with a book, sipping a latte.

“Don’t you think this is a little overboard?” I asked.

“Of course not!” She said. “They should have a nice house to come home to.”

Being excited for Gabi I could understand, but for some reason Mom had taking a liking to her creepy boyfriend of two years, too.

“Really, Mom? Brent?” I asked.

“Yes, Brent. He’s… he’s…” Mom winced and rubbed her temple. The room…

(trembled)

(SHOOK)

…was obviously totally still.

“He’s great!” Mom finished. “Really great for Gabi. She likes him a lot. If he makes her happy, that’s good enough for me.”

Mom was always a people pleaser. But just because she liked him, that didn’t mean that I…

(love Brent)

(love Brent)

(LOVE BRENT)

…liked him too. I didn’t. Every time he’d come over he’d leer at us, fiddling with that loud box of his, groping my sister right in front of us.

“Hey, can you come help glaze the cookies?” Mom asked.

“Sure.” I said, tasting the glaze before starting. I knew that Mom would want me to, because she asked every time–

Every… time?

Come to think of it, was Brent the one with the loud box? Or was that a different boyfriend? I could of sworn there was one with him every time, always crackling, shaking my skull, like I was feeling right now. But– There couldn’t be– Brent wasn’t even here yet.

I got to work glazing the cookies, right next to the something else sitting on the counter, but every time I tried to look at it, my eyes saw…

(nothing)

…nothing, of course.

There was nothing there. Just the crackling of the fire.

DING DONG

“That’s them!!” Mom said excitedly. She pulled off her apron in a rush to greet them, and I had to drop a cookie mid-glaze just to keep up.

“Heeyyyyy!!!” Gabi yelled when we opened tbe door. Typical Gabi was dressed up in a tight little dress like she was ready to party. She looked…

(cute)

(sexy)

(so fucking hot and slutty)

…kind of cute, actually. It wasn’t my own personal style, but I had to admit Gabi knew how to show herself off. She gave me a big hug, and I squeezed her back. She smelled nice, and it felt nice to hold her. I…

(wanted)

…loved my sister, even if she did make questionable decisions. Mom was hugging Brent, giving him a big squeeze of her own. I hated the shit-eating grin on his face. What did he think was so funny? Mom always liked him.

I liked him, too. He was a great guy. Cute, funny, dominant. God, I’d let him do anything to me.

“AH!” A sharp pain shot through my head. Where the fuck had that come from? I hated Brent, even if Gabi and Mom liked–

For a flash of a moment, Gabi and Mom were on either side of him, stroking his chest with devilish grins. My heartbeat shook the floors. The fire roared in my ears. They leaned in to kiss– My Mom and my sister–

And then we were back in our places. All of us at the door, saying hello.

“You alright honey?” Mom asked.

“No!” I blurted out. “I fucking hate Brent! I hate this guy!”

It was so unfair. I wanted my sister back. I wanted Gabrielle, the studious, dry girl who was always there for me, who always had my back.

But Gabrielle never existed. Only Gabi. And she was so…

(hot)

(sexy)

(irresistable)

“NNHH!!” I groaned.

“Meredith, you apologize to your sister right now!” Mom ordered.

“It’s okay Mom, she’s just confused!” Gabi said. “But she’ll feel better soon. I promise.”

I was curled up, holding my head in my hands, and I was so confused. So–

Cozy. Sitting here by the fire, flipping through a magazine while Mom baked cookies. Gabi and Brent were visiting today, which put Mom into Autumn Overdrive. She’d even busted out her favorite burgundy dress for this, though it was streaked with frosting and flour.

Mom always had a great fashion sense. That was where Gabi got it from too. My older sister wasn’t very smart, but she knew how to look good. That was one of the things I admired most about her. She was really…

(hot)

(sexy)

(irresistable)

…stylish. I could never hope to match her looks.

It was too bad she ended up with Brent. He was okay, but my sister deserved so one so much better. A hottie like her should have a real hunk.

“Don’t you think you’re going a little overboard?” I said to Mom. “They visit pretty regularly.” “So?” She asked. “We always spruce things up for them.”

CRACKLE

“Right… Always.” I said. I didn’t really know why I said that. Gabi and Brent should come home to a nice house, no matter how often they visit. Because I loved…

(them)

…her.

“Hey, do you need help glazing the cookies?” I asked. What was I doing lazing about when Gabi was on her way?

“Yes, please!”

I joined my Mom in the kitchen and got to work on the cookies. On the counter that huge metal box was crackling–

Crackling–!!

Shit. It was happening again. That deja vu. Hadn’t I been here before? And that box. How long was it sitting there? Brent was here, and he placed it there, but Brent hadn’t arrived yet. Something was wrong, and it was coming from that box. I needed–

(ignore)

Needed to–

(IGNORE IT)

Ignore it.

That box was nothing. I ignored it and got to work on the cookies.

“I hope I get this kind of treatment when I come home to visit.” I joked.

My mom laughed and smacked my butt. In other households, that might have been weird–

Wait, did she– we didn’t–

(horny)

(slutty)

We did. All the time. Mom, Gabi and I were just close like that. We were always a touchy feely family because we…

(WANTED)

(CRAVED)

…loved each other. I smacked Mom back and grabbed another cookie to glaze.

“I still don’t get why you love him so much.” I said.

“I just want Gabi to be happy, and he makes her happy. Really happy, if you know what I mean.”

“Moo-oom!” I knew exactly what she meant. Part of being a close family meant that Gabi shared plenty about Brent’s skills in bed.

“What! I want my daughters to be– NHH!!”

Mom grabbed her head in sudden pain.

“Mom??” I asked, dropping what I was doing to check on her. She winced against some imagined sound, but I didn’t hear anything. Only the low fireplace.

“I want.. my daughters– AH! Meredith, help– I’m– Ohh no… I want my daughters. Such a bad mom. Bad Mommy–”

And then she was–

Fine.

She was by my side, laughing.

“What! I want my daughters to be sexually satisfied.” She finished.

“Gee, thanks Mom.” She was such a people pleaser.

DING DONG!

“That’s them!” Mom said. She pulled off her apron in a hurry. I rolled my eyes. It was no coincidence that Mom picked this dress today. She always wore it when Brent visited, and without the apron the reason why was clear. Cleavage. Lots of it.

When it came to Brent, Mom was a total flirt.

We opened the door and Gabi and Mom squealed in unison. “Heeeyyyyy!”

Gabi wore a super cute blue tube dress that squeezed her curves tightly. She was clinging to Brent with a bright smile and then charged forward for a hug. I squeezed her back and took a big whiff of her perfume.

“Mwah!” She kissed me on the cheek, so I…

(want her)

(want her mouth)

…returned the favor, plopping one on her cheek and laughing. “Hey Sis. Nice dress.”

“Ohmigod, like, thanks.” She said. “You really like it??”

“Yeah. It’s hot.” I shrugged. Gabi didn’t need to make a big deal out of it. She knew I looked up to her style.

I gave Brent his hug next. He hugged me tight and, not that I should have been surprised, squeezed my butt. It was so annoying that he acted like he was a part of the family. He’d only been around for…

(FOREVER)

…How many years? Three? Four? I couldn’t quite remember.

Of course, Mom didn’t mind his groping.

“Looking hot, Joanne!” He said to her.

He took a big handful of her butt when they hugged, and she laughed. “Oo-ho Brent, you flatterer. It’s good to see you too.”

Mom really was crazy for Brent. She had a crush on him. That was the only thing that could describe her behavior. She wanted him. Wanted him.

(Wanted Brent)

(Brent’s cock)

Wanted him? Mom wanted Brent? I mean, he was kind of cute, but, that was so out of character. Mom didn’t hit on her daughter’s boyfriend.

Brent, as always, went straight inside to fiddle with… Fiddle with… His box?

“Seems like Miri is lagging a little bit behind…” He said. “Not too much of a problem yet but if it keeps up, the gap between her and Joanne will get too big.”

“It’s Meredith!” I corrected.

“Let’s see if I can just do a re-sync…”

The fireplace crackled louder, and the house shook, and my vision SPLIT, everything pulling apart into layers of red green and blue, and I want to be a slut for Brent, for Master, I want to serve his cock, I–

“I really shouldn’t be doing this mid-calibration…” Master mumbled. “Just need to re-sync to her End State so she stays on the right path.”

I was on my hands and knees, crawling towards them, towards my Master and my Sister Slave, and Mom was calling me, “Meredith! What are you doing! What are you wearing!” But I just kept crawling. Didn’t Mommy know we were Slaves for Master?

“Aaaand there.”

The floorboards gave way beneath me and I fell.

“Woah.” I said.

“You okay, Meredith?”

“Yeah, I just had this sensation like I was falling. Sorry. Here, let me help you with those cookies.”

I opened the oven to pull out our latest batch. Mom and I had been in Autumn Overdrive all day, preparing for the arrival of my sister Gabi and her boyfriend Brent.

“I hope he likes these…” I mumbled.

I took a big swoop through the glaze with my finger and stuck it in my mouth to taste it, to make sure it was perfect.

“Good?” Mom asked.

“Yeah.”

Brent was a hard guy to please. Every time he visited he would find something to nitpick. “The meat’s too cooked through.” “The wine is too dry.” He was such a little jerk! Today, our playful competition was definitely at its zenith, with Mom and I making the house as nice as possible for him.

“Good. He’ll like these. I know he will!” Mom said. “He’s going to be so…”

(pleased)

“Pleased.” We said in unison.

(please brent)

“Jinx!” Mom gave my ass a smack.

“Heyyy!”

In my green yoga shorts, that actually kind of hurt. I should probably change out of the tight athleisure, but Brent wouldn’t really mind. He was basically a part of the family. And he would probably enjoy the view.

That is, if he wasn’t distracted by Mom waving her boobs in his face. She had on that burgundy little dress, with its low cut and high hemline. She was even wearing heels today to accentuate her butt. She was such a flirt!!

But I couldn’t really judge her. It was a special occasion. And she was competing with my shapely ass in spandex.

(compete)

(compete for Brent)

“Do you promise I’ll get this treatment when I come home to visit?” I asked.

“Only if you–”

CRACKLE

“–If you find a hottie like Brent!” Mom said.

I laughed. That would be a challenge. Brent was awesome. A total winner. It’s the only reason I put up with his nitpicks and his little glances at my body. He made Gabi really happy. In more ways than one. How many stories did Gabi share about Brent’s skills in the bedroom?

“I can only hope so.” I said. I was so…

(jealous)

…jealous of Gabi. Of her boyfriend, with his good looks and their passionate love life. I couldn’t imagine myself competing. I just wasn’t as sexy as Gabi was.

Deep down inside, I guess I…

(wanted to fuck her)

(want to fuck my sister)

(am horny for my sister)

…wanted to be like her. They way she didn’t worry about anything…

(stupid)

…was so free…

(slutty)

…and happy.

(SLAVE)

“You’ll find someone who makes you happy.” Mom said. We both knew what she meant. Mom just wanted her daughters to…

(get off)

(cum)

(get fucked)

…be sexually satisfied. Mom wanted her daughters– wanted her daughters–

CRACKLE

The cookie tray vibrated a bit as I glazed them. That happened sometimes in this house. The shaking. It was…

(SLUTS)

(SISTER SLUTS)

…totally normal.

“Those look great, honey.” Mom kissed me on the cheek. In another family, that made be weird. But Mom, Gabi…

(and Brent)

…and I were really close. We loved…

(to touch)

(to kiss)

(to tase)

…each other. I kissed Mom back, catching the corner of her mouth, and–

What is happening? Everything was shaking, crackling, and why did I want my MOM–

“Sorry!” I said, pulling away in embarrasment. We were a close family, but we weren’t that close.

“Meredith–”

DING DONG

They were here! I dropped what I was doing and threw off my apron. Mom could barely keep up to join me at the door when I opened it. It was our patented dual-greeting. Brent always loved seeing both us ladies side by side when he walked in.

(compete)

Us three girls squealed together.

“Heeeyyyyy!!”

We immediately went in for hugs. I kissed Gabi on the cheek and squeezed her butt. “Missed you, Sis!” I said. We were close, so close, and I wanted to kiss her–

(kiss her)

–to kiss her– but–

CRACKLE

I couldn’t. Because I didn’t want to fuck my sister. I wasn’t horny for my sister.

Mom was hugging Brent, swaying with him, rubbing his back while I waited my turn.

“Ahem! Forgetting someone?” I didn’t want to seem too eager, but Mom was hogging him.

Brent gave me a coy smile. “Someone missed me!”

“Shut up!” He was such a jerk– and– it was so nice to be close to him again, to hug him. His hand fell down to my butt and rested there, and my face burned. I hated to admit it, but I had such a crush on my sister’s boyfriend. I was so jealous. I…

(loved)

…loved Brent.

“How’s it going, Miri?” Brent asked. He always teased me with that name. He knew he was the only person that could get away with calling me that, even if I didn’t like it.

“Very funny, Brent.” I said. He stepped inside and glanced at our asses. That was typical Brent, always with the wandering eyes. But I couldn’t judge him. If Gabi was upset by Brent checking out other women, she would have dropped him long ago. Gabi seemed to be totally fine with…

(sharing)

(sharing Brent)

…a curious glance here and there. And it’s not like I could complain. I wore these spandex shorts for a reason.

Gabi of course looked as sexy as always. I admired her legs coming out of that tube dress, how it fit around her tight curves, her tantalizingly bare collar bone and shoulders. My sister was so…

(hot)

(sexy)

(irresistable)

…sexy. I wished I could be like her. She was my idol. In that respect, a glance from Brent was a small piece of validation that I was close to Gabi’s level.

Brent was at the countertop looking at the… cookies? “Yes, this is much better.” He said. “Brainwaves totally aligned.”

“Try one!” Mom and I said excitedly.

“Miri’s never worn anything that revealing before!” Gabi spoke past us. What was she talking about? I wore stuff like this all the time. Skimpy, tight clothes.

(slutty)

“Just wait for the next one.” Brent grinned. “They’re totally in its grip.”

“Taste a cookie, Brent!” Mom urged.

“Yeah, taste one!” I said.

I needed him to taste one. I needed to please him. To please Brent. Please Brent.

Suddenly, Mom and I were prostrate on the floor, naked, the crackling of the fire all around us, the house creaking and groaning. Why wouldn’t he just taste a cookie?

Please Brent. Please Brent.

“Pleeeaaase, Brent!” We begged.

The timer beeped.

“Miri, can you grab the cookies from the oven?”

“Sure Mommy!” I said.

I pulled them out, taking a blast of heat and pumpkin and cinnamon from the chamber.

“Mmm, they smell good, Mommy.” I said. “Brent’s gonna love these.”

It was a little embarrasing to admit, but Mom and I were obsessed with my sister’s boyfriend. We would never tell this to Gabi, but we both thirsted over him. I don’t know how Gabi landed such a charming stud.

We even had a little private competition between us for his attention. Which is why both of us were dressed so…

(slutty)

…skimpy today. She and I were in a fashion arms race, and it was culminating in some ridiculous outfits. Mom’s choice today was a searingly tight mini-dress with a slit down one side. I on the other hand leaned into the younger sister look, wearing a combo of boots and knee high socks, booty shorts, and a tight cropped tee.

Gabi wouldn’t mind. She dressed sluttier than the both of us.

“Here, taste this.” Mom said. She scooped a big dollop of glaze with her finger and stuck it in my mouth. “Good?”

I sucked the sugary mixture off Mom’s finger, getting all of it with a swirl of my tongue, and pulled my lips off with a tight POP!

“It’s perfect, Mommy.” I said.

To an outsider the exchange may have looked strange. But our family was just like that. We were always touchy feely, Mom, Gabi and me. That was one of the reasons Brent fit in so well. He wasn’t put off by our behavior at all. The touching, the grabbing, the kissing. He loved that we were so…

(horny)

(needy)

…close. Mom swiped somd stray glaze off my lip and tasted it. “Mmmm.” She said. “I hope he likes it.”

“Me, too.” I said. “I just want to make him happy.”

“Make Brent happy…” Mom sighed.

We were hopeless, the two of us. Our crushes were probably well out of hand, but we couldn’t help it. And Gabi didn’t make things any better by telling us all those sexy stories of the things Brent did to her. Did she know how badly she was driving us crazy? Did she know how much we…

(wanted)

(needed)

…wanted her boyfriend?

CRACKLE

On the counter, the metal box that was changing us, rewriting us, making us live this moment over and over and over, crackled and sparked and smoked and–

“What the–!” Mom gasped. “Meredith– what are we doing? What are are we wearing?”

Sharp pain pierced my skull.

“Mom– it’s– fucking Brent!” I groaned. “He’s changing us!”

We had to do something before we forgot again. Any moment, we could become oblivious. We’d been so oblivious, letting him oggle us and touch us like that. Becoming slowly enamoured with him. And things were getting worse. I’d just sucked icing off of Mom’s finger!

“Break it!” I screamed over the noise. “Turn it off!”

(sluts)

(horny sluts)

(SLAVES)

It was quiet.

Mom looked at me dumbly. Was she always wearing such heavy make-up?

“Turn what off, honey?” She asked.

Turn off the– the–

(SLAVES)

(SISTER SLUT SLAVES)

Turn off…

Oh!

“The oven, Mommy! We’re done baking, right?”

“Uh huh! Thanks, sweetie!”

DING DONG

“Ohmigod that’s them!” We squealed and clambered to the door. We both had to be there so Brent could check us out. It was tradition.

“Heeyyyyyy!!!” We all squealed.

I went in to hug my sister and give her a big kiss on the cheek. But she was doing the same, and our lips collided–

“Mwah! Miri you look so HOT!” Gabi gushed, and it was so easy to let that little mistake slip by because I was thrilled to see her. We were family, it was no big deal to…

(kiss)

(taste)

(make out)

(WANT)

…kiss a little.

I turned to hug Brent, but he’d charged past us to where the cookies were.

“Jesus, this thing is working overtime.” He said under his breath. “Almost fried the whole thing.”

“Breeent, don’t you want to say HI!” Mommy purred. She took off her apron and squeezed her tits together with her arms. In this dress, they might as well be falling out, but Brent wasn’t even looking. This was my shot.

“Maybe to ME!” I giggled and hugged him from behind. I got on tip toes and kissed him on the cheek, but he remained fixated on something else. Why wouldn’t he pay attention to us? We were both dressed so sexy, and I was literally hanging off of him.

“Alright… everything seems okay for now.” He said.

“Master… can we all start fucking now? I’m HORNY!” Gabi pouted.

Mommy and I looked at each other in confusion. Did she just call him Master? And what was that about us… fucking?

(horny)

(sluts)

Gabi sidled up to Brent and slipped her tits out of her shiny little dress, pulling Brent’s hand to one so he could squeeze it.

“It’s taking a lot from this thing to make them want each other.” Brent said, groping my sister’s tit casually. “These are big changes. I think we’ll be okay.”

“Brent, honey, what are you talking about?” Mommy asked. “What are you– doing to Gabi?”

“Nothing. Sorry. You both look so sexy by the way. So fucking hot.”

His words sent a flush through my body. He thought I was hot. Me. His girlfriend’s younger sister.

“Thanks, honey…” Mommy sighed. “But… guys… you really shouldn’t be… doing that. Not here. It isn’t–”

(normal)

(NORMAL)

He kept on feeling her tits, pinching and teasing her nipples, and Gabi closed her eyes in soft enjoyment. They were so touchy feely, those two. I wished I had a…

(master)

…boyfriend who would touch me like that. But still, they shouldn’t be doing that like it was so…

(normal)

…normal.

SLAP!

Mommy grabbed my ass firmly and squeezed when I bent over to take the cookies out of the oven. I wiggled and giggled. Being a touchy feely family was fun, but it could also be distracting.

“Mommy, I’m gonna drop them!” I said.

“Sorry! I couldn’t resist! You just have such a hot ass!”

“Mmhhm!” I’m sure my ass did look hot in my favorite pair of low rise booty shorts. They were basically a denim pair of panties, and bending over only made them extra cheeky.

I was dressed like such a…

(slut)

…slut.

Mommy grabbed me by the arm and pulled me in, our arms landing on each other’s shoulders. I started feeling her, touching her, and–

“Mo-ommy we need to glaze the cookies!” I said.

Still holding me, Mommy scooped some glaze with a finger and let me suck it off. We stood there, swaying, me sucking and licking the sticky sweetness off her finger.

“How’s that?” She asked.

“Really good, Mommy.”

“Hmm, I’ll be the judge of that. Here, you have some on your…”

Mommy kissed me on the lips. Surreptitiously, she licked the remaining glaze off of them. She was so affectionate today! Probably because Gabi and her…

(master)

…boyfriend Brent were visiting. Their visits always got is both so…

(horny)

…excitable. Brent was just such a heart throb! He drove us both crazy. And him and Gabi weren’t exactly subtle with their PDA. The things they did with each other in full view might make some other families blush. Thankfully, we were a little closer than your average family. For us, that kind of thing was completely…

(normal)

…normal. And for Mommy and I, who were obsessed with Brent, it didn’t hurt that we got to watch him work his magic on Gabi. Mommy especially loved seeing Gabi…

(sexually satisfied)

(get off)

(cum her slutty little brains out)

…get off. After all, she just wanted Gabi to be happy. She wanted both of her daughters–

CRACKLE

The house shook again to the crackling and popping of the fireplace. I wondered if we should put it out. The kitchen was getting a little warm and smokey, but that could have been the oven too. It was getting hard to tell with all the noise and the shaking.

DING DONG

The sound stablized the whole house, returning it to warm, autumnal serenity, and a pleasurable shiver came over me. Gabi and her…

(MASTER)

…boyfriend were here. Mommy and I pulled our hands off each other, which was difficult– surprisingly difficult. I wanted to keep touching her. I wanted her.

“Heeyyyyy!!!” We squealed in unison, throwing off our aprons and posing for Brent. It was a little tradition to stuck our asses and chests out for him when we greeted him, corny as it was.

But it wasn’t all for Brent’s benefit. Mommy and I had a little competition running for his attention, which is why we were dressed like we were trying to out-slut each other. Me in my knee-highs, booty shorts, and tube top. And Mom in her mini-dress with its slit high up to her hips, and that deep V cut down her ample cleavage.

Gabi clung to Brent with one leg kicked up behind her. Her tits were out, hanging over her tight little dress, peryt, rounded and pale. That was typical Gabi. I’m sure Brent was groping them the whole way over.

We went in for hugs and kisses. Instinctively, I went right for my sister’s mouth. When my lips landed on hers she smiled. She returned the kiss, then her tongue entered mine. Before I knew it mine was in hers, and we stood there, hugging, making out.

(horny)

(slutty)

Which was of course totally normal for us. Another one of our traditions at the door. I loved my sister. She was so fucking cute and sexy. Who wouldn’t enjoy frenching her? I pulled away, before I got too…

(horny)

…horny. Because it was already growing in me, a dull arousal. And sisters could kiss with tongue, but they definitely shouldn’t be horny for each other. They definitely shouldn’t…

(want)

(need)

…need each other.

“Mmm, Brent!” Mommy scolded. Next to us, they were making out too, but Mommy finally called it off. Brent had pulled one of her heavy tits out and was squeezing it. And I was so…

(jealous)

(fucking jealous)

…confused. Brent groped his…

(slave)

…girlfriend all the time. But never anyone else. Didn’t Gabi care?

“Sorry, Joi! I just couldn’t resist!” Brent grinned.

“That’s– that’s okay.” Mommy said. “I know we’re close in this family but– you shouldn’t–”

“Come on, Mommy!” Gabi said. “I don’t mind. Really!” To demonstrate, she pulled Mommy’s other tit out.

“Gabi!” Mommy protested, but Brent was kneading them both together now with that grin of his.

“You need to learn that you’re Brent’s slave.” Gabi said. “Like me! That’s what we’re turning you guys into!”

“Slaaave…” Mommy sighed, all while Brent just kept squeezing and rubbing and massaging her tits.

POP! CRACKLE!

The raging fireplace flooded more smoke through the house– except it wasn’t the fireplace– it was a large steel box that was shaking and whirring and CRACKLING with STATIC.

And suddenly I had my mind back. I was Meredith, not Miri. And the full scope of what was happening opened up to me.

“Mom!!” I yelled. “Fight it!! It’s the box!!”

She sighed, contented, in the clouds. “It’s… so good…”

I was overcome with fear and anger. Brent was fucking winning. Brent was destroying us.

But I was also so JEALOUS of Mommy, who had all of Brent’s attention. I pulled my own tits out of my shirt, petite as they were, and the box CRACKLED pleasurably through my skull.

“Aahhnn–!” I moaned, swaying my body, displaying my tits, needing him to touch them like he was hers, even though I was still yelling. “Fight it, Mommy! Don’t like him make you forget– He’s not our– Masteeerrrr!”

(master)

The oven timer beeped, but Mommy and I were busy. “Mmmm…” She moaned. We made out heavily by the fireplace, kissing with tongue and rubbing each other to the crackling of the fire.

“Mommy, the cookies!” I said, but her mouth covered mine again and the taste of her tongue overpowered anything else.

We always got like this when Gabi and her Master visited. We were in Horny Overdrive, unable to keep our hands and mouths off of each other all day. We were always close like this, but something about Brent visiting drove us even further up the wall. It must be because we knew we had a whole weekend in store of overhearing, and sometimes seeing, him ravish Gabi.

We were OBSESSED with Brent.

Mommy giggled and climbed off of me. “Okay, I guess we shouldn’t let them burn…”

I admired her as she strolled back to the kitchen. She was wearing a burgundy pair of lingerie that made her ass look fantastic. She was so…

(beautiful)

(hot)

(fucking sexy)

…fucking sexy. I wanted her back here, right now.

“Don’t you think we’re going a little overboard?” I asked. I too was laced up in decorative underwear, a dark green bra and V waisted panties. The two of us went shopping for this stuff together, sometime after Brent’s third visit. It was one of our typical Mommy/Daughter dates, and we accumulated quite the correction of erotic sets.

“Don’t you want Brent to arrive to a nice household?” Mommy asked. “What’s nicer than two sexy women?”

“But he’s not even our Master.” I pouted.

(jealous)

(SLAVE)

“He’s–” Mommy winced for a moment. “Not. Right. He’s not…” She sounded almost disappointed when she remembered. “But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t make him happy. He’s very special to Gabi.”

“Fine…”

I had no idea how Gabi even landed such an amazing relationship to begin with. How she found someone to always take care of her, to make decisions for her, to own her. It wasn’t FAIR! I was so…

(jealous)

…miffed by it. Not that I wanted it for myself. Brent was amazing, but I would never want to give myself to him. I just wanted him.

I joined Mommy in the kitchen to glaze the cookies. The box was there too, and as badly as I wanted to shove it off the counter, to shatter it into a million pieces, I ignored it instead, because it was making me feel so good, with all that brain tingling crackling.

“Here…” Mommy said, licking a dollop of glaze from her finger and offering it to me, tongue out stretched, and I kissed her for it, tasting the sugary sweetness on her tongue, getting so…

(horny)

(turned on)

…turned on and horny.

The box CRACKLED and SPARKED and SMOKED, because it was making us this way. Making us perverted and slutty and horny. Making us want to be Brent’s…

(SLAVES)

…girlfriends. I wanted to be his girlfriend so bad.

DING DONG

The doorbell broke us out of our reverie, and we answered it with arms around each other, unable to part, posing for Brent together in our lingerie just the way he liked it.

Gabi herself was nearly naked. She wore only a blue thong with a lacey band and a satin bow top and center. On the ground, a dress was balled up and discarded.

But of course Gabi didn’t need a dress. She was a Fuck Slave, and in our house we were totally accepting of that.

“Ohmigod Master they look AMAZING!” She squealed. I kissed her hungrily when we hugged. I missed my sister’s mouth so much, and I was so horny. I…

(loved her)

(wanted her)

(needed her)

…needed her so fucking badly. Next to me, Mom was kissing Brent, and he was groping and squeezing her ass like it belonged to him.

Belonged.

Belonged.

“Master…” Mommy sighed.

But he wasn’t her Master. She wasn’t his slave.

“Is that what you want?” Brent asked her.

“Yessss….” She sighed.

But– no! We didn’t want that!

“Mommy!” I gasped. No matter how big a crush we had on Brent, we didn’t want servitude.

“I’m sorry baby– I– I just can’t resist. I want this. Ohh, I’ve been so jealous every since Gabi introduced us. I want to join heerrrr….” She shuddered. Brent smiled.

Mommy was– a Slave. Always a Slave. Brent’s Slave. I’d forgotten, but how? Mommy was always a people pleaser.

“What about you, Miri?” He asked. “Do you want to be my Slave yet?”

He was offering it to me. Just like that. The chance to have all his attention. To please him. To make him so happy. To, alongside with my sister and my Mommy, be subserviant little sluts for him.

“N-no!” I said.

The room trembled again, the machine sputtering wildly, smoking, SCREAMING, and it felt SO GOOD, like a million orgasmic pins and needles in my brain.

Brent sighed.

“Goddamnit… I don’t think… Gabi I’m not sure the re-calibrator can take another round. We may have to cut our losses with your Mom because–”

“No!” She stamped. “Enslave them BOTH, Master! I want to see her SUCK you and WORSHIP you the way you DESERVE!!”

“Nnnhhh–!!!” I moaned, my whole body trembling, my mind cracking under an insane pressure. Suck. Worship.

(NEED)

(SLAVE)

I needed to– escape. “Turn it off!” I begged.

“Oooh Master, enslave my daughter!” Mommy moaned, kissing Brent up his neck. “Make us both too minducked to ever come back!”

“Do it, Master!” Gabi pleaded, settling into Brent’s other side, and then both my sister and my mother were kissing him, trading turns with each other’s mouths. They kissed each other, and Brent smiled while the whole world shook and burned and collapsed in on me.

“Guess I’ll try and have you.” He said.

The house was shaking, the oven beeping, and the smoke alarm too, because the room was hazy with a thick heavy smog. Nearly all of it was lost in a violent, overbearing crackle.

Still, Mommy and I made out on the couch in our lingerie. Mommy’s tight little number was out of its depth, because her tits were ready to burst out of the two small triangles that made up her bra, and her sheer panties were slick and sticky with arousal.

My set, a criss-crossed wrapping ribbons and skirty trims of silk around my chest and waist, was no better. It was absolute treat of slutty delight.

“Mommy– stop–!” I said, but she kept kissing me, and I couldn’t stop kissing her back.

“Mmmm, why, baby? Master’s coming. We have to be nice and wet and horny for him.”

Master.

Brent.

“He’s not– mmph! My Master…” I protested. I had to remember that. He said his machine could only handle one more loop. If I made it through without submitting, if I resisted, he’d have to turn it off. And then I’d be free. I could escape and figure out if I was really a depraved little slut, or if his machine had made me one. But even if I was a slut, I wouldn’t be a slave.

“Sure he is, baby. He’s our Master. Both of us. Don’t you remember?”

“Nnngh– Moo-oom!” I gasped. She snaked her hand into my panties and felt my wetness, sending shocks of pleasure throughout me.

“Oooh, Miri baby, you’re so wet.” Mommy said, and she slipped her middle finger inside of me.

“St-oop…” I moaned. I hated when she did this! It so wasn’t fair!!

The crackle and popping and rumbling enveloped me, the violent quakes causing photographs to fall off the shelves. Photographs of me, Mommy, and Gabi in laces and bows and collars, photos of us together, on our knees, smiling. Photographs for Master.

Our Master, who would be arriving any second now. I was so excited!!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Smoke spilled from the oven, there were cookies burning in there, but so much else was burning too.

“M-ommy– fight it!” I begged. She fingered me, holding my pelvis down with one hand and probing with the other. Two fingers now, inside of me, thrusting gently against my wet tunnel, and oooh she was so good at this. Mommy!

“We’re just… Slaves for Master…” she sighed dreamily. “Finally. Always have been.”

“No!”

Gabi and Mommy could be slaves. But I didn’t want to. So why did I have so many memories of Brent’s visits, where I got on my knees and called him “Master…”

They were fake. Inventions of this machine that was on the verge of a meltdown. It arced and sizzled with electricity, the full weight of its power bearing down on my mind. On my memories.

“I’m Meredith.” I thought as Mommy fingered me into deliriun. “I’m Meredith. Meredith. Mera. Mera?”

But none of that sounded right. I was… Miri? No, that wasn’t right either. Miri-Slut. Miri-Slave.

“That’s a good Miri-Slave…” Mommy cooed, making my pussy feel sooo good.

“Nnhhhh!!!”

“How’s she doing?” Brent asked. Him and Gabi were at my side now. They must have let themselves in, because I didn’t even hear them enter. Didn’t hear the doorbell, or anything. Just STATIC.

“Sto-oop it!” I moaned. “Let it– sto-op!”

“Okay, move aside, Joi-Slave. We only have a minute until the next reset and the machine won’t make it past then. She’s my Slave. Everything is calibrated to it. She just needs to realize it. Gabi-Slave, be ready to turn it off.”

“Yes, Master!” My mindfucked sister giggled and scampered to the kitchen.

Mommy moved, pulling her fingers out of me. I ached for them to return, but now Brent was over me, unbuckling his belt.

“No!!” I gasped. My legs were wide open and– where did my panties go? Where did my outfit go? I was naked– totally exposed– vulnerable, my whole slut body bare for the taking.

Without hesitation he slid his cock into me– and–

“Ooohhhh…..” I moaned.

He was inside of me. Deep. And I…

(LOVED)

…hated it. HATED IT. I hated how…

(AMAZING)

…amazing it felt. I wanted more.

So I started rocking my hips, grinding my pussy onto his penetrated cock, just to feel it a little more.

“Oooooohhh….” I moaned again.

How could I forget how amazing this felt? It was SO much better than Mommy-Slave’s fingers.

It was Master’s cock. Master’s cock in his Slave’s pussy. I couldn’t fight that. I never could, but I always loved to play pretend and try.

“Master!” I moaned, giving up the game. “Oooh, Master! Yes, Master, please!!”

“Turn it off!” He barked, and my Sister Slave pulled a big switch on the back of the box, and the monstrous noise that had been rattling my head ended abruptly. The smoke alarms were still beeping, and the air was still thick and acrid, but none of that mattered.

Because Master was here, and he was fucking me!

“Uh! Uh!” I moaned, because he was thrusting in time with my movements now. “Fuck your little fucking Slave!” I begged.

Master grinned, and it made me want to melt into a puddle of happiness. He was happy.

“Don’t you feel so much better?” He asked.

“Yes, Master!” OF COURSE I felt better, because Master was fucking me!

“Don’t you love being in a family of depraved, incestuous sluts?”

“Yes Master!” Of COURSE I loved it. NO family was closer than US. We got to have all the fun in the whole world together.

“Then why don’t you show your Sister Slave some appreciation for helping you when you were so confused.” He ordered, and snapped to Mommy.

She climbed over my face, my Sister Slave Mommy, my thick sexy horny Mommy, and she hovered there, hooking her panties to the side and lowering her dripping cunt to my waiting mouth.

I shuddered and braced for the encroaching orgasm that Master was fucking into me, and got to work.

Mommy’s pussy tasted better than a cookie ever could. Master’s cock felt better than any warm fireplace.

I was so happy. I only hoped I would get this treatment when I came home to visit next year!