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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: The House at the End of the Street
Universe: Haven
Summary: 4 teens find a mysterious house that can grant them great
power. Will they lose themselves in sexual revelry, or will they turn
from the darkness in time? Or does the house itself have an agenda ...

Part: 8 of 18
Keywords: mf, ff, msolo, fsolo, group, inc, 1st, oral, voy, mc, nc,
bon, toys, humil, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

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Heather was so upset over what had happened that she had to cancel her
"date" with Brad. She simply was not in the mood anymore, not after
this.

She couldn't believe it. She actually had that stupid dork's dick in
her mouth. She actually sucked it. And swallowed. And she /liked/ it!
Even now, with whatever they had done to her -- or whatever the house
had done to her, if their ridiculous story was to be believed -- had
worn off, she could not convince herself that she had /not/ liked it.

Or perhaps it had not worn off. Perhaps she was still being controlled
somehow. All she knew was that at one point later in the evening,
Melinda's smug grins and maddening cheerfulness had made her so angry
that she went to her mother and tried to tell her everything that had
happened at the house. She simply could not get the words to come out
of her mouth. They were there in her mind, but she could not give voice
to them.

Heather confronted her sister with this later, just before they went to
bed. She cornered Melinda just as the girl emerged from the bathroom in
her nightgown.

"What did you do to me, you little monster?" she demanded in a low
voice, her eyes blazing.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Melinda replied fearfully. "I told
you before, I didn't ..."

"I can't even talk about this to Mom!" Heather whisper-shouted.

Melinda's eyes went wide. "You tried to tell her?!"

"Didn't you just hear me? Yes! But I couldn't get the words out."

Melinda paused, and then grinned.

"Wipe that off your face before I do it for you."

"Oh yeah? Make me. Lay a hand on me and I'll scream. Then you can try
explaining to Mom why you hit me, but you won't be able to, will you?"

Heather seethed. Her eyes burned as they looked at that expression of
self-satisfaction on Melinda's face.

"Look, Heather, I'm serious. I didn't make you do anything. The house
just ... just makes things happen."

"I don't believe you."

"Fine. I don't give a shit what you think anyway."

"I'm going to find a way to get back at you for this," Heather said in
a tone that made Melinda shiver. "I mean it. I'm going to repay this."

Melinda tried very hard not to look scared under her sister's frightful
gaze. "Okay, fine," she said, her voice quavering slightly. "I guess I
can forget about going to the house on days Mom's not home."

Heather said nothing.

Melinda quickly slipped past her sister and hastened to her bed. "I'm
going to sleep, so try not to make so much noise when you get ready for
bed."

"So long as you don't start playing with yourself again," Heather
sneered.

Melinda slid into bed and under the covers, and gave her a sister a
wide grin. "I don't have to anymore," she said smugly, and clicked off
her lamp. She rolled over and snuggled under the covers before Heather
could respond.

Heather stared at her little sister's back for a few moments before
heading into the bathroom, resisting the urge to slam the door behind
her. Inside she uttered a short string of curses under her breath and
banged her fist once on the counter top.

She looked up into the mirror. Jason had actually seen her naked.
/Jason/. Of all people she knew, he was the one that she least wanted
to see her nude.

Though, admittedly, she did not mind as much seeing /him/ naked. He was
not what she had expected. Sure, he was on the thin side. He was not
very muscular. Yet he looked mature for his age. Certainly there was
nothing at all immature about his cock.

Heather shook her head violently. Damn Melinda! This was all her fault!
She totally screwed up everything! She had her life all figured out
before this.

She looked at herself again. She had meant what she had said. She was
going to seek revenge for this. She wished she could give Melinda a
taste of it herself. The both of them. She wanted to see how they felt
being under someone's control, making them humiliate themselves.

Heather stopped. She straightened up, her face taking on a thoughtful
look.

When Jason was explaining all this earlier, he mentioned something
about Melinda arriving before him at the house and somehow making it do
what she wanted it to do. What if Heather could do the same thing? Yes,
that might work. She could go there early in the morning and arrange a
little surprise for them.

They wanted to learn about sex? She would give them something to learn,
all right.

Smiling to herself, she readied for bed. When she reentered the
bedroom, the house was quiet, her parents having retired by now as
well. Melinda had already slipped off into slumber, her breathing slow
and steady.

Heather headed over to her own bed and picked up her watch. She set the
alarm on it to make sure she arose well before Melinda, and stuck it
under her pillow.

"You're going to wish you were back to just playing with yourself, you
little creep," Heather muttered into the dark before she settled down
to go to sleep.



As he lay awake in his bed staring up at the ceiling in the darkness,
Richie had to admit to an attack of conscience.

The house was totally quiet, so much so that he could hear the breeze
rustling the leaves in the tree that stood outside his bedroom window.
His mother was not home yet from her date. It had been another evening
of having to shift for himself, and it had given him time to think. For
one thing, why should he begrudge Jason for getting lucky? Any lack of
action on Richie's part was not Jason's fault.

Richie sighed into the silence. He wish he knew what Jason had done to
manage it. And from /Heather!/ The last person he would think of doing
anything with Jason. Melinda he could believe, but Heather?

Though Heather had not sounded very pleased about it.

He was still burning with curiosity about this. At some point, he had
to find out, but he wondered if he could do it without skulking about
as he had been. Maybe Jason would tell him if he asked nicely about it.

To be honest, he was sorry he got cross with Jason. He was not looking
forward to starting Sophomore year math class this coming fall. He was
going to need Jason's help again if he expected to pull a decent grade
in it. Jason was the only one of the school geeks that would bother
with him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the garage door going up.
His mother was home.

Richie turned over and pulled the sheets over him, lying still and
pretending to be asleep in case she checked on him. She hated seeing
him still awake at this hour. Yet his mother did not stop in his room.
He heard her come up the stairs and closed his eyes, waiting for the
door to open, but it never did. Instead, she went past, humming to
herself.

Richie tensed. /Oh, great,/ he thought. /She's humming. So long as she
doesn't .../

Suddenly there was a brief burst of girlish giggling in the hall just
past his room. It did not stop until his mother had entered her own
bedroom and closed the door behind her.

Richie bolted up and punched the mattress in frustration. Her mother
giggling like a little girl meant only one thing: she just got laid,
and laid very well.

/Even my own MOTHER is getting some! Shit!/ Richie thought.

This was certainly not the first night his mother came home late after
a night of casual sex. It had been going on for nearly the past year.
He tried not to think about it, or about how many times he had been
left to fend for himself on nights like this. Normally he could deal
with it, but this was exactly the wrong time to be reminded of it.

He sighed and fell heavily back down onto the bed. He looked up and
reached over to his alarm clock, mashing the button that switched the
alarm on. It was still set for the early hour he arose during the
school year. That would let him get to the house before the others.

Maybe he didn't feel as guilty as he had thought. Maybe he had a right
to know what was going on. Maybe Jason won't feel so smart when he
finds out his "dumb jock" friend knows all about his illicit sex life.



Melinda was quite happy to awaken and find her sister's bed already
absent, enabling her to go about her morning ablutions without Heather
whining about making too much noise.

She could not quite describe how she felt that morning. Not exactly
elated, but happy in a childlike way, giddy and a little giggly. All
she could think of was that house, and what she and Jason might do
today. She blushed as she remembered what she said she might be willing
to try. The idea had filled her dreams overnight. Seeing Heather do it
had taken some of the mystery out of it, and she thought she might be
able to handle it.

Best of all, she felt the smug satisfaction over scoring one against
her big sister.

It was only when Melinda headed downstairs to get some breakfast that
she began to realize that something was very wrong. Not only was
Heather not upstairs, she was not downstairs, either. She was nowhere
to be found.

Melinda found her mother in the kitchen and a quick inquiry confirmed
that Heather had already left the house. She tried to shrug it off, but
as she left, she could not help but feel a sense of apprehension come
over her.



Richie had barely set himself up in the bushes, this time picking a
spot away from the thorny one, when someone came into view
unexpectedly. He had to scramble to make sure he was hidden from sight.

He cautiously parted some of the branches of the bush and was surprised
when he saw Heather come into view.

Richie thought Heather had not been very enamored of whatever was going
on, yet there she went, marching up to the house with a purposeful
stride. He shifted his gaze towards the house and the closed door ...
except now, to his surprise, it was open, as if it had anticipated her
arrival.

He shuddered slightly at this just before Heather slipped into the
house and disappeared from view.



A sense of unease came over Heather as she stood in the living room of
the house, her heart thumping loud enough for her to hear. In the back
of her mind was the fear that the house would take control of her
again. The thought of what she had felt just before she had succumbed
the day before made her shudder and wrap her arms tightly around
herself. She did not want to experience that again.

She was no longer quite sure she wanted to wield that power over Jason
and Melinda anymore, either.

/Of course you do./

Heather uttered a short, surprised cry and flinched. "Who's that?!" she
demanded. "Who are you?!"

/You see, everyone wants it, Heather./

"Who ... what? Everyone wants what?"

/Control. Power. Especially over sex./

"I don't want ..."

/You can't deny it. It's why you're here so early./

Heather took a deep breath. It did nothing to help, either her
nervousness or the growing warmth between her legs.

/You're even excited just thinking about it./

"You're /making/ me excited!" Heather cried. She paused, and in a
smaller, less sure voice added, "Aren't you?"

/You try to control your sister all the time, Heather. You control your
boyfriend./

"I do not!"

/But of course you do. How else do you get your boyfriend to do all the
things you like?/

The thought of this only made it worse. Her sex tingled and throbbed
with her growing arousal at the thought of being with Brad later.

/Take them,/ the voice said, growing husky in her mind, adding to the
stirrings of lust within. /Play with them. Make them amuse you. Or
excite you. Whichever you prefer./

She wanted to deny that she got off on watching her sister have sex,
but that wasn't really it. As much as she would deny it openly, she
wanted to see Jason naked again. And she definitely did not mind
watching him, not after the wonderful performance he gave the day
before.

Heather swallowed, her breathing labored, her pussy aching. "I don't
want to hurt them."

/Now how would you do that?/

Her skin flushed hot as she mulled over her plans. "I don't want
Melinda getting pregnant," she said in a low voice.

/Don't worry, she won't. No matter what she does./

"Wait. You mean, she can ... can let Jason fuck her ... and not get
knocked-up?"

/Yes, that's right./

Heather snorted. "I don't believe you. I don't believe you can do that,
whoever -- whatever -- you are. It's just ... /uhhh!/"

Without warning, Heather felt as if someone had plunged several fingers
into her wet cunt. She clutched at the crotch of her jeans, staggering,
but the unseen fingers continued to stroke her aroused flesh. She felt
them press hard into her clit with long, quick swipes, the kind that
sent her soaring quickly.

/Now, think, Heather. If I can do this, I can do the other./

"Uhhn! ... O-okay! ... I get it! ... S-stop!"

It relented, leaving Heather shaking and just short of orgasm. She had
to pause to catch her breath. Her pussy felt so wet with her arousal
that she was almost sorry it had stopped, and she was tempted to finish
herself off. Yet the lingering excitement helped convince her to go
ahead with her plans. After all, no harm would come to them. Like Jason
had said, it was just all in fun.

Heather straightened up, her lips curving into an evil smile. "All
right," she said with conviction. "Let's do this."

/Then go upstairs, and wait for them./

Heather did as the voice instructed her. As she climbed the stairs, she
mulled over what the perfect setting might be for what she had planned
for them. To her great surprise, bemusement, and then satisfaction,
this is exactly what she saw when she opened the bedroom door.



Jason wondered if Melinda would agree that it was his turn again. Her
time had been cut short with him, so she might want another go at it
herself. He had to admit, he might not mind. Melinda was right, it was
a bit spooky, but he had been very pleased that he had given her such
pleasure, even though the skill was not of his own making. He was sure
that once he got into it, he would stop trying to resist it and just
have fun with it.

He wished Heather had not been so angry with them. Despite the fact
that he was enjoying himself with Melinda, having Heather blow him
whetted his appetite for more. He now wished he had gone all the way
with her when he had the chance.

Jason came to the intersection and found Melinda already there,
fidgeting nervously.

"Hi," he said, smiling. His smile quickly faded after he got a good
look at her. "Something wrong?"

"I don't know," Melinda admitted. "Jason, Heather wasn't in the house
when I got up. She had already left."

Jason shrugged. "So?"

"She never does that! She's not an early riser. Never has been."

"Well, does it really matter? I didn't think she was going to tag along
with us anyway."

Melinda sighed in exasperation and glanced worriedly towards the house.

Jason caught the track of her gaze. "You don't think Heather ... that
she might try something, do you?"

"Like stop us from going in the house? Yeah, she just might do that.
Why can't she just leave us alone?" Melinda whined. "We just want to
have fun, that's all! Why does she have to spoil everything?!"

"Well, wait, let's not panic about it. Let's go up to the house and see
what's what."

Melinda just nodded sullenly.

She walked alongside Jason as if she expected someone to leap out at
her from behind every tree they passed. She craned her neck to glance
around the sides of the house in case someone was waiting there
instead. Melinda sprinted the remaining ten feet up the path and
practically leapt over the threshold in case someone tried to reach out
and grab her at the last second.

Jason followed, breaking into a short run to catch up.

Melinda sighed. "I guess I was just being silly," she said sheepishly.

Jason just smiled weakly. He was half-expecting something to happen as
well.

"So now what?" Melinda asked. A corner of her mouth twitched. "I
suppose it's your turn this time, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess ..."

/Jason and Melinda, go upstairs./

Jason stopped.

Melinda's mouth dropped open. "Jason, did you just hear ...?"

/You need to go upstairs, the both of you./

Melinda swallowed. She started to tremble. "But ... but we didn't
decide ..."

/Oh, but it has already been decided, as you'll soon see./

She gave Jason a horrified look.

Jason was unable to respond. His body was also quivering, and he
started feeling strange in his head again.

"Oh, no!" Melinda cried in a breathless voice, growing more husky as
she spoke. "Oh, Jason, something's wrong ... we ..."

Jason could not speak. His whole body was tingling, his mind plunging
deeper into the fog. His nether regions stirred. He wanted to say
something. He wanted to turn and run, but none of this thoughts would
come to fruition. His fall into the dark would have terrified him with
its speed had he been given the time to express the feeling.

Words rose up in his throat. "We need to get upstairs."

Melinda staggered for a moment. She managed to resist for a few
seconds, her unease having given her a few seconds' warning. Yet there
was ultimately no escape for her. With horrible swiftness her will was
swallowed up. Now she caught the look of desire in Jason's eyes, and
could not help but return it with one of her own. She swallowed,
panting, and nodded, her eyes glazed.

The two of them walked through the house and up the stairs, their
bodies growing warm and then hot, and increasingly uncomfortable in
their clothes. By the time they reached the top of the stairs, Jason
had an aching hard-on, and Melinda's pussy was wet. Her nipples were
hard and perky, two tiny raised bumps on her shirt. They tingled madly,
almost as much as her cunt.

They walked into the bedroom, and even in their state, they were taken
aback by what they saw. Jason's cheeks flushed, and Melinda let out a
small giggle.

The entire bedroom's furnishings were now based on small variations on
a single color, that of the brightest, most shocking and ridiculous
shade of pink ever imagined. The carpet, the walls, the ceiling, the
draperies, and, most of all, the bed, were all done in varying shades
of this single color. It was an assault to the senses that would have
made both of them laugh out loud in any other context.

The bed itself was comical in design. Large, round, with heart-shaped
pillows and a thick bedspread with tiny hearts embroidered over it.

But the two of them ignored all of this when they both saw Heather
sitting on a chair just in front of the window, smiling serenely at
them.

"Heather," Melinda said in a husky voice, struggling to retain the last
of her will. "Wh-what ... what are you d-doing ...?"

"Just giving you exactly what you want, sister dear," Heather said with
an evil grin. "You wanted the experience, I'm here to see that you get
it."

Melinda was panting, partially from her own intense arousal, partially
from terror. "P-please, Heather, don't ... please ... J-Jason, wh-what
are you /doing?/"

Jason was already far under Heather's control, his will having been
subdued and given over to his now wanton lust and desire for Melinda.
While Melinda was speaking, he had slid his hands around her and was
lifting her shirt. Melinda resisted feebly, and in voice only, raising
her arms willingly for him. She grew ever more excited as he exposed
her bra.

"He's obviously eager to learn," Heather said with a smile. "I thought
you were as well."

"Jason, stop," Melinda said. Her voice was very weak and breathless.
Her bra slipped from her body, as she was unable to command her hands
to rise and stop him. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them. "Oh God!
Ohhh!"

Melinda quickly understood what was happening. Jason was completely
enslaved, Melinda just short of it. She had been left free enough to
protest, but without any power to stop it. "Heather ... oh God, Jason!
... wh-why ... "

"... am I doing this?" Heather said, her smile fading. "I told you I
would repay you for yesterday, Melinda, and I meant it! Now you're both
going to give me a little show. See how /you/ like it to be helpless."

Jason yanked Melinda's shorts and panties from her hips and let them
fall down her legs, leaving her naked. Jason's hand plunged between her
thighs, making Melinda squeal as he stroked her wet pussy.

"Horny like a little slut, huh?" Heather commented.

Melinda closed her eyes, panting heavily. "Jason, tr-try to stop," she
pleaded softly. "Try to ... to ... m-make ... make me cum ... make my
cum, Jason ... make my pussy throb ... oh God, what am I /saying?/"

"Wow, all I did was think about that and it happened," Heather said. As
impressed as she sounded, it was a little disquieting to her as well.
She pushed the feeling aside. After all, they did this to her first!
"Let's see what else I can think of."

Jason stroked Melinda faster, Melinda spreading her already shaky legs
apart to accommodate him in her young folds. "Oh yeah ... oh yeah ... "
Melinda moaned. "Keep touching my hot little cunt, Jason!"

"Only if you suck my cock afterward," Jason said in a guttural voice
into her ear.

Melinda whimpered, as if trying to make one last effort to resist. "I
... y-yes, oh, yes, I will ... I'll lick it and suck it and swallow
every drop ... I ... uhhh ... I'm going to cum! ... uhhn! ... /ohhhh!/"

Melinda cried out in ecstasy as she crested, her hips bucking against
Jason's body and the hard ridge in his crotch. By the time her orgasm
faded, her legs were shaking badly, and it was a relief to drop to her
knees. Moving in a frenzy, Melinda helped him off with his pants. She
licked her lips at the prize swelling under the cotton of his briefs,
moaning with delight as it sprang out before her when she pulled his
briefs down.

Melinda had no resistance left, Heather having pushed her control over
her baby sister to the same extreme as Jason. Melinda took Jason into
her mouth at once, sliding his cock deep inside, wrapping her lips
around it tightly. She closed her eyes and moaned, her head bobbing
back and forth eagerly, tongue sliding along the underside of his
shaft.

Jason rocked his hips gently in perfect time to her movements, sending
him deeper into her mouth. Her head moved back and forth, her lips
sliding in long, deep strokes, along his hard length. Something oozed
from him, sticky and hot, onto her tongue. She gave a shudder of
pleasure when she tasted him.

Heather had fallen silent. She played with a lock of her hair, watching
intently. She spread her legs apart, a hand flirting with her crotch.
Under her jeans, her panties were damp.

Jason groaned loudly, his muscles tensing. He held himself back for a
few more seconds even as he strained unbearably at the very edge,
knowing that it would make his orgasm just that much more intense,
giving Melinda more of him to taste. He went over the edge, his cock
spasming and pulsing hard. Melinda felt him cum hot and musky in her
her mouth, closing her eyes as she savored the taste. She drew back a
little far, and some of it dribbled out one corner of her mouth.

"Messy, messy," Heather admonished, her own voice growing strained.
"You'll have to practice that more."

Melinda drew back and swallowed even as a few more small spurts of his
seed splashed over her lips. She licked this up eagerly, swallowing
again.

"Mmm, that was delicious," Melinda purred, licking his softening member
clean.

Jason took her by the arms and raised her to her feet. She had one hand
between her legs, stroking herself.

"I'm wet again," she whimpered to him, pouting. "Can you do something
about it? Pretty please?"

Heather chuckled. "You sound so cute when you beg, Mel," she said. She
popped the button at the top of her zipper.

"Would you like me to do something about it?" Jason said in a sly
voice.

Melinda nodded eagerly.

"Would you like me to make you cum again?"

"Oh, God, yes! Please make my cum!"

"How about I eat that hot little pussy of yours?"

Melinda moaned. "Please do! Please eat me!"

Even as aroused and excited as she was, a small part of Melinda was
mortified beyond belief to be hearing these words come from her own
mouth. Jason, too, was affected, his face even reddening just slightly.
Yet neither could resist. Jason took off his shirt, his only remaining
article of clothing, Melinda running her hands over his chest as she
panted hard.

Heather laughed. It was like watching a cheap porno flick. The dialog
was about as bad in those as well. It was what she had in mind when she
thought of this over-the-top room.

At the same time, she was so wet it felt as if it were going to start
oozing onto her thighs. She lowered her zipper and slipped her hand
under her panties, biting her lower lip to suppress a cry as she
touched her over-sensitized flesh.

Melinda spread herself out on the bed, the comforter very thick and
soft against her body. She slid towards the center of the bed, parting
her legs eagerly. Jason dropped his head between her thighs, Melinda
letting out a cry when his tongue touched her. His tongue slid wetly
over the swelling lips of her pussy, teasing the little nub of her
womanhood, coaxing it out further until he could stroke the shaft.

Melinda writhed and moaned in a high pitched voice. "Oh God! ... Oh,
yeah! ..."

Jason pressed his face closer to her, lapping at her wildly, making her
squeal again. She raised her hips, pushing her pussy into his face, her
hot flesh pressed against his mouth and cheeks. He lashed at her clit
hard and fast, driving her wild with lust. He wrapped his arms around
her thighs, pulling her even closer to him. He pressed his lips to the
top of her slot and sucked hard, licking incessantly at her clit.

Heather was panting softly, as she slid her jeans and her panties from
her body. She stretched her legs wide on the seat of the chair, her
fingers stroking her slot steadily.

Melinda arched her back, crying out and bucking as she climaxed. Jason
relented only slowly, drawing out the girl's orgasm until she came
close to begging him to stop.

As she lay limp and panting on the bed, Jason slid atop her. He pressed
his body against hers, rocking slowly back and forth. Between them, she
felt him grow long and hard against her, just above her pussy.

Melinda finally turned her head and looked up at him. Her eyes went
wide, and she felt a small measure of Heather's control slip. "Jason,
what ... what are you ...?" she said softly, her eyes betraying both
desire and alarm.

Heather smiled at them. "One last thing for today's lesson, baby sis."

The fear that rose up in Melinda was great enough to make her tremble,
and to look up at Jason in open-mouthed horror. "N-no ..." she barely
whispered. "We can't ..."

Jason blinked a few times, his muscles tensing and untensing. His cock
became so hard it hurt. He had to do it. He had no choice.

"B-but ... we don't ... I ..."

Jason started to move. He raised himself up and slid back.

Melinda whimpered again, closing her eyes. She knew no protests would
stop it. She also knew that part of her did not want to stop it,
regardless of what Heather or the house was doing to her. She knew
Jason did not want to stop either. For him, this was it, this was what
all boys dreamed of doing the moment they knew they could.

Heather had a fleeting, last-minute doubt, but the rising strain in her
excited cunt was too much to make her think straight. She relented, and
let it happen.

Melinda threw her head back and gasped loudly as she felt the swollen
head of Jason's penis first slip past her labia.

Melinda had no cherry to pop. She had explored herself enough that she
had broken it herself. It had horrified her initially, more about her
mother discovering the tiny spot of blood on the sheets than anything
else. Yet she never had a man inside her, and her tunnel was very
tight. When he first began to enter her, she felt herself strain and
stretch uncomfortably. It was fleeting, and the next moment her
discomfort turned to exquisite pleasure as she felt him fill her,
sliding into her slick depths.

Jason let out a long moan. She was so tight! He never imagined it would
be like this. He actually had to push a bit to get inside her. Yet when
he made it, there had never been a more pleasant experience. She was
wrapped tightly around him, so much so that had he not already had an
orgasm earlier, he would have cum already.

Slowly, he rocked his hips against her. The feeling of him sliding back
and forth inside her hot tunnel was incredible.

"Oh my God ..." Melinda moaned.

Heather swallowed. She was stroking herself faster. Seeing this was
driving her mad with lust. She never thought it would affect her this
much. She actually found herself wishing she was on the receiving end
of Jason's cock instead of her little sister.

But this was /Jason!/ How could she want this from him?

Yet when she slid two fingers into her own vagina, this is exactly what
she was thinking. She even pumped her hand to the same rhythm as
Jason's hips. She didn't understand this. She was supposed to be
controlling them! What was going on here?

Jason had just started to thrust faster when he felt it. The fog was
lifting, very slowly, as if Heather were too distracted by her own
thoughts and desires to keep up her concentration. He looked down at
Melinda, and saw in her eyes that she was experiencing the same thing.

"Don't stop," she breathed, the desire in her eyes genuine. "Please ...
don't stop."

Jason wanted to protest, but it died on his lips. He was too excited,
and the strain on his already aching balls was growing. She raised her
hips to his, encouraging him. He closed his eyes and continued.

Melinda felt her own pressure building despite having already had two
orgasms before this. She already sensed that something was happening,
something perhaps that her big sister had not expected. More and more
of her mind and will returned to her. Briefly, the memory of some of
the ridiculous things she had said came back to her, but it could not
distract her for too long. She panted harder as he moved faster and
faster, fucking her with a skill that was still beyond his experience,
even now after the control was lifting.

Heather moaned, barely even looking at them now as she finger-fucked
herself faster, her cunt growing desperate for relief. She lowered her
other hand to her sex, using her fingertips to stroke her clit hard and
fast.

"Oh God ... oh my God ..." Jason burbled as he grew closer, gasping as
he felt the strain building. "Oh God ... uh ... /uuhhhn!/"

His cock throbbed, feeling every pulse against her tightness, making
him groan loudly until he was out of breath. Melinda clenched her hands
into fists and shook as she strained at the edge for a few more seconds
before crashing down the other side. She throbbed wildly, uttering
shrill cries as she climaxed, her hips pressed tightly to his until
they were both spent.

Suddenly there was a loud cry as Heather crested, gasps punctuating her
own paroxysms of pleasure as she throbbed. She kept her hand pressed
against her slot until it finally faded. Her hand fell away, leaving
her panting for breath.

Jason moaned and rolled off Melinda and heavily onto his back.

For the next few moments, no one said a word, the room filled only with
the sounds of ragged breathing.

Melinda came to her senses first. By now, the fog had retreated
completely and she was herself again. For a few seconds, she had to
blink away tears, swallowing hard as the shock of what had happened hit
her. She forced herself to take a deep breath.

"Heather, you better fucking be about to tell me that I don't have to
worry about getting pregnant!" She was almost screaming by the end of
her statement.

Jason raised his head, giving her a stricken look, as if only thinking
about that now.

Heather moaned, still dazed from the intensity of her own experience.
"Stop shouting," she said, though her attempt at an authoritative tone
was feeble at best. "You're fine. You won't get pregnant."

"Don't do me any favors," Melinda muttered.

"So what the fuck more do you want?!"

"Now who's shouting?"

Heather just made a frustrated noise.

Melinda stirred and slowly rolled onto her side to look at Heather. "I
don't believe this! First you tell me I'm not ready for it, and then
you make me ... wait ..." She rose quickly to a seated position. Behind
her, Jason suddenly understood as well and followed, staring
incredulously at the half-naked Heather. "Were you ... holy shit ..."

"What?" Heather said as if daring her to voice it.

Melinda dared. "Holy shit! You /were!/ You were getting off on this! Oh
my freaking God!"

Heather shot to her feet. "Shut up, Mel!" she shouted.

Melinda could not help but snigger, and Jason even smiled slightly. It
was hard not to laugh at someone trying to be angry who was naked from
the waist down, both hands wet from her own sex fluids.

"You think this is funny?" Heather cried.

"You did when we first came in here! You were really amused at what you
made us do!"

"Did you really get excited at this?" Jason asked, wide-eyed. "I mean,
at what we were doing?"

"Shut up," Heather said again in a lower voice, robbed of much of its
conviction. She went to fold her arms and only then remembered her
fingers were still wet. She made another frustrated noise, her cheeks
coloring.

"You're /blushing!/" Melinda cackled.

"/I AM NOT!/"

"Yes, you are," Jason chimed in. He wasn't sure why, but he was
positively delighted at this. And he no longer cared if Heather got
pissed at him, not after what had just happened between him and
Melinda. "You're almost as pink as this room."

Melinda laughed.

Heather snatched her panties up and yanked them back on. "What the hell
did you do to me this time?" she demanded.

Melinda gaped at her. "What? You're the one that fucked with us this
time!"

"Heather, we were in no condition to do anything to you," Jason said.
He exchanged a look with Melinda. She actually smiled weakly at him.
"We were, uh, otherwise occupied."

Melinda giggled at this.

Heather stared at them. "You ... y-you actually still enjoyed that?"
she sputtered.

"Well, I didn't care for some of the stupid things you made us say!"
Melinda snapped, making a face. "Is that some of the things you say to
Brad? Ewww!"

Heather fumed.

"And you better be sure about what you said about me not getting
pregnant!"

"Melinda, I'm really sorry about that," Jason said. "I should have ..."

"Don't be sorry, Jason! Don't you dare be sorry! This is all Heather's
fault."

"My fault?!" Heather cried. "I'm not the one that made me suck off
Jason!"

"You enjoyed that! And you enjoyed watching this!"

Heather remained silent.

"Did you?" Jason asked. "Seriously, Heather. No joking. I just want to
know. Did you?"

Heather tried to give them an angry look and failed. Instead, her face
fell, and she collapsed back into the chair. "Shit, what's wrong with
me?" she said in a tiny, forlorn voice.

Melinda and Jason exchanged confused looks.

"I ... I got so horny. I couldn't ... " She looked up in horror.
"You're making me say these things?"

They both shook their heads.

"I don't understand, then. I can't be enjoying this. Can I?"

Melinda did not know what to say and gave a pleading look to Jason.

Jason sighed. "Heather, I only know that we weren't doing anything to
you. You'd know it if we were. You get this sort of funny feeling in
you head when ..."

"Yes, I felt that the other day, thank you," Heather said sourly.

"Well, then you know already. So it wasn't that if you didn't feel it."

"So what do you expect me to do now?" Heather demanded. "Just ... just
leave you? Just let you keep doing this?"

Jason felt his heart lurch at the idea he was contemplating. "Or ...
you could ... you could join us."

Melinda stared. "She could /what??/"

"Come on, Melinda, it makes sense," Jason said.

"Yeah, so she can blow you again," Melinda quipped, though not
unkindly.

"Okay, yeah, so she can blow me again," Jason said. "What's the problem
with that? If she's in on this, she's not about to go telling your
mother like you were afraid she would, now is she?"

Heather groaned and shook her head. "I could never tell her about this.
Not after this."

Melinda perked up. "So ... okay, Heather, you can do this with us," she
said. "But you have to play fair, 'kay? Jason and I take turns. You
have to do the same. Don't cheat."

Heather paused for a long moment, and then slowly nodded her head.
"Okay."

Melinda looked as if she were surprised that Heather had agreed so
quickly. Jason slowly smiled.

"And you have to listen to us. If we tell you we're not ready for
something, if there's a limit, we ... uh ..."

Both Heather and Jason were smirking. Melinda sighed and realized the
same thing. Talking about limits now was ridiculous.

"Well ... just no more pink rooms, okay?" Melinda said. "I mean, shit,
this made me wanna puke."

Heather and Jason burst out laughing at this.



/Goddamn, it's about freaking time,/ Richie thought vehemently as he
saw the three of them emerge from the house.

He had not expected it to take this long. He was sure Heather was going
to be stopping them for good, and they would have emerged a lot sooner
than this. He could see them conversing with each other, but he
couldn't hear what they were saying. Yet as they approached, he could
tell that there was anything but animosity between them.

" ... believe you came up with that," came Melinda's voice first. "Ugh,
that room was horrible."

"Yeah, but it wasn't like you cared, was it?" Heather's amused voice
came next. "Certainly Jason didn't."

"Um, yeah, I kinda hardly noticed," said Jason sheepishly.

Heather snorted. "Yeah, fucking my sister tends to take up a lot of
attention."

"Because you made him do it in the first place!" Melinda cried.

"And I don't see you objecting too much anymore about that."

"Well ... no ... but you know what I'm going to make you do next time
it's my turn!"

A pause. "Maybe that won't be so bad after all," Heather said, their
voices starting to fade as they retreated.

"You mean it??" Jason blurted in astonishment.

"Yeah, I mean it. So long as you can fuck me as well as you did ..."

By this time, they were far enough away that their conversation was no
longer discernible. Just before they drifted out of sight, he heard
laughter from all three of them.

Richie emerged from his hiding place, eyes wide and staring. Now all
three of them were doing it!

His mouth twisted into a frown. His goal had changed now. He didn't
want to stop them anymore. He wanted in on it.
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