Jennie stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed. Yeah, it was a little strange that she’d had a conversation with her big sister in her head about doing stuff with Cole, but that was just how her big sister was. And it was normal for sisters teased each other about things like this, or for Jennie to feel like for some reason it’d been longer than just an evening since what happened with Cole! There was no reason to dwell on it, though, especially when a strange new scent caught her nose. It was faint, but something about it spoke to her on a deep level. Jennie couldn’t say why, just that she needed to be closer to it. The urgency of that need almost made her forgo toweling off entirely, but she managed to get herself reasonably dry and get her hair wrapped up in a towel before she just had to investigate.

The scent only got stronger as she moved down the hallway, and with every breath she felt her body getting more flushed. Chocolate, freshly baked bread, and petrichor didn’t hold a Yankee candle to how amazing whatever she was drawing towards smelt. It was complex, with bold, musky notes that she would’ve regarded as gross a few days ago. Now, though, as she rounded the corner and found herself standing in the living room? She needed it. It was close. So close.

Her eyes flicked around the room. No candle. No food. Everything in its right place, including Cole sitting on the couch, watching daytime soap operas like she always did. Jennie took in another lungful. It was here. It had to be here.

“Do you smell that?” Jennie asked.

“Huh?” Cole grunted, not taking her gaze off the sizzling tension Gabriella and Trent were bringing to this day’s episode of “The High Dowagers’ Parlor”.

Jennie stepped closer. “D-do you smell tha…” Her words died in her throat as the musk got stronger. She moved even closer still, and her brain got all messed up as the aroma wafting off Cole became pungent. It swamped her, causing her steps to falter. She leaned against the couch to catch herself, but that only drew her to the redolent stench. It was doing something to Jennie, and she could feel it.

She could feel herself going away, giving herself over to me. Because I knew what it was, and how to use it. “No fair,” she muttered. And then she was gone, and I was in control.

“What’s no fair?” Cole asked, absentmindedly.

I smirked. Poor sister mine. She wouldn’t get to enjoy this little show. Whatever we’d been doped with had cemented me as the one in charge when it came to getting off Cole, at least for now. Instead, she’d just have to settle for whatever bits of memory leaked through in the afterglow. I slinked around the side of the couch.

“It’s no fair that you get to have that monster dick in your pants without putting it in me,” I said.

Cole turned her head toward me, and I delighted in watching her face move from confusion to shock to barely concealed ardor. I suppose I could’ve told Jennie that in her desperate quest to track down the smell of Cole’s dick musk, she’d neglected to get dressed. Oops. I felt the slightest prick of outrage, but other than that? Well… I wasn’t gonna let this moment go to waste.

I climbed over the armrest, planting myself riiiiiight on top of Cole’s bulge.

“Jennifer…” Cole squawked, swallowing dryly. “What’re you doing?”

God, that name. It wasn’t me. I needed something that fit how desperately I needed to be debased. Something that my little sister would hate.

“You ever read your Bible, Cole? I did.” I began to grind along the length of her, staring right into her red irises as I did. “There was a city in Revelations. It was the home of a woman who led others into sin and depravity. I’m not Jennifer anymore. You know that, though. I can see it in your eyes. The recognition. I have since the moment I came to with my face rubbing against that fucking monster you keep in your pants. You know I’m like you. A hound.”

Cole nodded her head, seemingly struck dumb by the sensations she was feeling.

“Then ask me what you need to ask!”

“Wh-” Cole started, before a wave of pleasure caused her to moan and the words to lodge in her throat. She drew in a ragged, uneven breath and tried again. “What’s your name?” The way her voice shook as she spoke told me all I needed to know.

“I’m Thyatira, but you can call me ‘Thya’, baby.”

“Thya…” Cole groaned, her body going rigid as I picked up the pace. “We can’t be doing this.”

I giggled and slipped my hands into Cole’s pants. “No? We can’t?” I teased, as my hands gave Cole a gentle squeeze. She was so fucking hard, and all of it was for me. “Then stop me.”

“Thya, that drug… it—ffffuck—has neuroablative properties that aide in forcibly creating psychological disassociation of one’s—ohhh!—personality. Y-yhou’re nnot—”

I silenced whatever Cole was rambling about with a kiss as my hands worked her through the fabric of her thin cotton boxers. After all, she wasn’t saying anything I hadn’t heard dozens of times before from the war widows on my block: flimsy justifications for why they didn’t sleep with other people before and after their spouses died, despite how clearly they wanted to. I didn’t need those, and neither did Cole. It was time for some honesty in this house.

I pulled back from the kiss. “My partner didn’t really die, did you know that? No, my loving ‘husband’ became one of you. ‘Went native’, is what the men from the DoW called it when they questioned me. Hours of questions about if I knew my ex-wife harbored sympathies for being like you. Of course I knew. I saw it in her, long before she began dosing herself with starlight.”

Cole’s eyes widened at the word, then narrowed to slits. Good. This was good. And now for the pièce de résistance: “Which is how I know what you’re planning, Cole. And I want in.”

• • •

When Jennie awoke on the couch an hour later, she was frustrated, pent-up, and alone. Cole was nowhere to be seen, though her acrid fragrance still clung to the inside of Jennie’s mind. A chill was… oh heck, she was nakie! Had she been nakie ever since she got outta the shower? Jeez. That would’ve been so embarrassing if Cole had… wait. Cole had seen her. Or, not her, but she had a gauzy recollection of what her big sister had done when she’d taken over. And that! That was the worst part because at the very least her big sister was supposed to be the one to handle these urges. Instead, here Jennie was: practically leaking on the fabric of her cream colored couch.

“Cream on cream, little sis. Seems appealing, doesn’t it?” I teased.

Jennie acted affronted, squeezing her legs together and using her hands to hide her nudity. “S-stop that, you creep! I know you were teasing me with that before, y’know… we became sisters! Plus! You said I’m not supposed to do those things!” Jennie said, a pitiful whine to her voice.

“No… I said I wanted to make sure you wanted to do those things before you did them. And it seems like you really wanted to do them when you got close to Cole just now.”

“Nuh uh! I just… w-wanted to know what that smell was.”

“It was the scent of her di—”

“Th-that can’t be right!” Jennie protested, even as she pulled in another intoxicating breath through her nose. Her sister had to be messing with her. Whatever she’d been drawn to couldn’t be something that lewd. She’d know it. It wasn’t like her and Jane hadn’t shared a bed for many years. And Jane hadn’t smelled anything like that before she’d become one of the hounds. Then again, Jane hadn’t had anywhere near as big of a thingy as Cole. But also, Cole had just showered yesterday! How could it already smell that strong today? Let alone yesterday, when Jennie had first stumbled face first into Cole’s crotch and…

“Heh. You remember, don’t you?” I pressed as the flush in Jennie’s cheeks deepened into a dark crimson. And I could tell by the way she was at a loss for words that she was, indeed, remembering those few moments before I awakened from our subconscious.

“Why’re you being so meaaaan?” She grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and flailed it around as her heels pounded into the cushions of the couch. “I don’t like her like thaaaaat! I just-! She’s just-! She’s not like that! And you shouldn’t get to do that to her!”

“Oh? Do what with her?”

“G-grind on hher!”

I was playing with fire, and I knew it. If she kept remembering things, she might remember the conversation Cole and I had today… and that’d spoil the mood for me, Cole, and Jennie. And yeah, sure: Jennie would claim otherwise up until the end. But I knew better, which meant it was time to be the best big sister I could be and distract her.

“Someone’s jealous~”

“NO I’M NOT! STOP BEING GROSS!”

“Yeah, you are~ You wanted it to be you grinding on her lap, didn’t you?”

Jennie’s lips curled into a severe pout. “I did not.” She sounded small and defeated.

I let out a small sigh, focusing on imbuing a sympathy I only half felt into the words I’d have to say next. “Hey… it’s okay if you do. I was teasing you because I could tell, but c’mon: it’s me you’re talking to. Sisters share everything.”

Jennie shifted a little on the couch, hugging the throw pillow to her chest. “Everything?”

I wish I could’ve held her hand right then. “Everything. Even Cole, okay?”

“Prommy?”

Taking candy from a baby. “Prommy.”

Jennie hugged the pillow tighter, and chewed on her lower lip. And I waited, letting her mull over the question I knew she wanted to ask. “H-how can I, um… I’m just really, uh…”

“Horny?”

“Yeah…” Jennie groaned, the frustration of not finding relief getting to her. “I-is it gonna be like this all the time?”

“Probably.” It was a lie, but only just a bit. The real answer was that after a dose of starlight that big, there was no way Jennie would ever get through the day without having to seek relief.

“B-but I don’t want you to, uhm… w-well I wanna be me, y’know! S-s-so…”

“So you want big sis to teach you how to get yourself off?”

Jennie paused, her breath stilling as she did. Her body shook with a jittery lust that had her nerves red hot and scintillating. Was she actually considering this? It was so icky! And yet if she didn’t, she was going to explode — if not literally, then into tears. She needed it.

When she spoke again, the answer was simple: “Please?”