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Introduction:

This is a long chapter, but things continue to escalate throughout.

“Billy, I won’t ask again. She’ll be here any minute, please go and get changed.” Olivia asked for the umpteenth time as she set the table. The boy was driving her crazy, he was so enrapt in his game he wasn’t listening to her and hadn’t helped at all in getting the place ready. The least he could do was get himself ready, but instead he was still sitting there in his pajama’s bottoms and tatty, grey T-shirt.

“I can’t believe you’ve invited someone over to dinner who you’ve just met” Alex protested as she placed some plates. At least her daughter was being helpful, Olivia thought to herself.

“It is a bit weird mom” Billy agreed from where he was lying on the sofa, barely looking up from his Switch.

“Guys, c’mon. It’s one night.” Olivia protested back. “Besides, it’s not weird. We had a nice time on the beach, it’s Friday night and we’re on our vacation! It’s what people normal do. Well at least it’s what we did before everyone became so terminally online”.

Alex rolled her eyes at her mother’s response and Billy wasn’t listening, having become once again absorbed in his game.

“It’s the first night though mom. I thought it’d be nice for it just to be us.” Alex argued, and now it was Olivia’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Guys, it’s happening. Get over it. Besides, you’ll like her. She’s fun and cool… unlike me.”

As she moved over to the kitchen, she couldn’t help but admire the house that they were staying in. The owner obviously poured a lot of work and money into the place. It was a modern house, which wasn’t really her style, but she couldn’t help but appreciate the mixture of dark woods, concrete, glass, and steel that made up the amazing open plan space. It was situated on a wooded hill that looked down on the local town and coastline from its hidden perch and the view was beautiful in the evening as the lights of the valley glistened below in the calm night. It was like something from a movie she thought as she sipped her drink whilst leaning on the long marble-topped kitchen island.

“It’s a really beautiful place, huh?” she asked, half to herself.

“It’s gorgeous mom” Alex replied as she finished setting the table. “It really is. I’m glad we’re here”.

“Can’t we just live here?” Billy shouted from the living area. “It’s so much nicer than our house.”

“No problem at all Billy, just hand over that extra few million dollars you have in your bank account.” Olivia replied. Billy didn’t answer.

“Alex, I promise you, you’ll like her. It won’t be awkward.” Olivia said directly to her daughter.

“It’s okay mom honestly, we don’t really mind. We just want this to be a nice holiday and for you to be happy. If you are, we are. Promise.”

Olivia looked at her daughter in awe. When had she become so emotionally mature and aware? Had Olivia missed that somewhere in her grief? Had she somehow missed her own daughter growing into an emotionally intelligent young adult? She didn’t know what to say to her daughter, but she was overcome with emotion and walked over to Alex and gave her a big hug.

“Thank you, baby.”

Alex hugged her back.

“It’s okay mom.” Is all she could think to say, finding it a bit awkward but knowing that her mom needed it.

Suddenly the loud doorbell rang throughout the house, interrupting their moment. They stepped back from one another.

“I’ll get it!” Billy shouted as they heard his rushed padded footsteps running from the living area down through the entrance hallway.

“Well, shall we?” Alex asked?

The two walked through the large house to the door, as they turned the corner in the hallway, they could see Billy standing there – looking quite shocked.

“And you must be Billy.” They heard a voice say. My, oh my you are such a stud!”

Billy just stood there, barely moving, and as Alex reached the door with her mother, she could see his cause of hesitation.

Standing in the doorway was perhaps the most beautiful woman that she had ever seen. This woman whom her mother had somehow befriended over the course of an hour on a busy beach looked like a super model. Alex couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing, how did her mother make friends with this?!

“And you must be the gorgeous Alex.” Patricia said, extending her hand to the girl. “How lovely to meet you. You really are just as beautiful as your lovely mother”.

Alex didn’t quite know what to say to the warm compliments coming from this beautiful stranger at the door, she felt herself blush and all she could do was to offer her hand in return.

As they shook hands Alex looked over at what the lady was wearing, a beautiful figure hugging a strapless black dress. Her glossy brunette hair was freshly made and fell about her shoulder and a little way down her back. The little makeup she wore was done perfectly. Alex was in awe of this woman, she had barely laid eyes on her for more than 10 seconds and she knew that this is what she wanted to be like when she grew up. The woman just screamed elegance and beauty to her.

“My, what a wonderful place you guys are staying in” The woman addressed all of them, looking them each in the eye as she spoke. “Thank you all so much for having me over and allowing me to join in on your family holiday.”

“It’s no problem at all” Olivia found herself saying to the lady, she found that she wanted to make the woman as comfortable as possible.

“Come in and make yourself at home, Patricia!” Olivia said, “Let’s get you a drink, dinner is nearly ready.”

“Well, I won’t say no to that!” replied Patricia and she followed Olivia down the hallway and into the main living area of the house.

When they were out of sight Alex turned to her brother, they looked at each other and she could already tell what he was thinking. His face was flushed red, and he looked flustered.

“I wasn’t expecting that either” Alex said first.

“Do you think I should change?” Billy asked innocently, looking down at himself.

She looked at him up and down. He looked so sheepish and almost embarrassed in himself. Alex could tell that this woman had really had an effect on him and wanted to make him comfortable.

“Nah, I think you’ll be fine. We’re all pretty under dressed compared to her anyway.” She said as she extended her arms out as if to encourage him to look at what she was wearing. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Really?”

“Come on, let’s go.” And with that she ruffled his hair and put her arm round him and led him down the hall.

She led him into the kitchen where her mother was pouring out wine for Patricia. Before long they were all sitting down to eat, passing the evening away. Alex quickly realized that Patricia was an amazing guest, she had been to so many places and had amazing stories. The whole family sat enraptured by her conversation as she spoke about the time that she got lost in the jungle in Peru or the time that she talked herself out of getting kidnapped in South Africa. Even Billy eventually started to overcome his awkwardness around the woman and started asking his own questions and getting into the swing of it as the family hung on her every word. Olivia was amazed that her kids were on their best behavior around Patricia, even helping her bringing the food to the table and clearing away the plates between courses, something that she usually had to ask for. Whatever it was about Patricia, Olivia couldn’t quite work it out but there was something about her that made you want to impress her, and it was obvious in how they were behaving.

After dinner, they continued talking at the table and Patricia gave Olivia a sly smile as she pulled a bottle of wine out of her bag and placed it on the table. Olivia didn’t think much of it as Patricia poured some into her glass, but when she pulled Alex’s and Billy’s glasses near her the women shared another look.

“I take it this is alright?” Patricia asked, the wine bottle dangling over the rim of Alex’s glass. “One glass won’t hurt, will it?”

Olivia didn’t know what to say. As far as she knew neither of her kids had ever drunk a drop in their lives. Her eyes darted between Alex and Billy as they stared back at her, their eyes pleading for her to be cool. She could tell that they didn’t want her to make them all look like some kind of boring tee-total American family in front of a woman as cool and well-traveled as Patricia. The idea of worrying over a shared bottle of wine with her teen kids must seem so foreign to her, Olivia realized. So conservative and traditional. The opposite of what she wanted to seem.

She nodded.

“I think it’s okay. But only a small one for Billy”

“Mom!” Billy exclaimed in protest.

“You just need to be careful” She explained. The last thing she wanted was for her son to get drunk and puke all over the floor, but she knew that she was being overly cautious.

With a devilish smile on her face Patricia poured the glasses and handed them out to everyone.

“So, what shall we cheer’s to?” Alex asked, she couldn’t help but smile at the situation as she looked round the table. Her mother was clearly enjoying herself and allowing herself to let go a little, and Billy was coming out of his shell and obviously enjoying being in the company of the three of them instead of looking to retreat to his bedroom like he usually did. They all seemed so genuinely happy for the first time in a long, long time.

“Well, to family of course!” Patricia back.

“I’ll cheers to that.” Olivia responded as she lifted her glasses high. “To family!” And for the second time that day she lifted her glass in celebration with Patricia.

“To family!” They all responded, and the three family members took big sips of their drinks.

“It tastes like bad grape juice!” Billy exclaimed; his face distorted in disgust.

“Trust me, darling.” Patricia reached over and laid her hand on his wrist in reassurance. “You’ll get used to it. Don’t worry”

Buoyed by her touch he smiled and took another sip as his sister and mother watched.

“I guess it’s okay.” Clearly not loving it, the others chuckled at him.

Once again, they all fell into fast conversation with Patricia topping them up whenever their glasses got anywhere near empty. Time seemed to lose all meaning for the family as they became enraptured in the hazy fun. It never registered with any of the three that Patricia had not actually been drinking hers. As she spoke, she watched them carefully for signs that her concoction was having the desired effect. She had made it many times before, but it was always at this point that she felt a slight pang of nerves with the anticipation that it might not work. What she had put into the wine had several purposes, all of which would become clear to the family soon. But the first objective she had was to make them all pliable enough to control them and it wasn’t long before she was confident that she needn’t have worried. Before they had even finished their first glass all three of them were showing signs of suggestibility and inebriation. They were talking amongst themselves but barely making sense, their replies slow and slurred and they all seemed to have trouble lifting their glasses to their faces. By the time they had finished the second she knew they were finally ready.

Olivia was swimming in an ocean of darkness. Her consciousness came back to her slowly, it expanded around her being, letting in sensations that she didn’t recognize. The sudden awareness of her body was unwelcome. Her head felt incredibly heavy, as if it was a foreign object that she had been dragging it around all this time. Her eyes were still closed as she tried to raise her hand to her head. But something was off, her body wouldn’t respond.

That’s so strange, she thought to herself.

Again, she tried to move but to no avail. She couldn’t work out what was happening. She heard herself groan as her senses began to widen and position herself more firmly within her body. She realized that she was uncomfortable, her neck hurt, and her arms felt numb. Her head was hanging down causing a strain down her upper spine, but she had no semblance of the idea that she needed to find the strength to lift it. Once again, she tried to move her arms to her head but was unable. She groaned again, more decidedly this time. She felt frustration and discomfort and all she knew was that she didn’t like feeling like this. She should be lying down in a soft bed somewhere.

What was going on? She heard herself ask herself. Where am I?

The question was all that she could focus on. She tried to remember… anything. And yet she was a complete blank. She couldn’t even remember where she had fallen asleep or what she was doing before she had. Her mind felt like a fog that she was wandering lost in, and the only tether she had to anything familiar were the questions that she had.

“Wheeere…?” She heard herself make a sound, her own body, her own mouth. It was making a sound! A word even, a word had come from her.

“What is…….” She tried but drifted off, the words that she wanted to form alluding her.

It was only then that she remembered that the darkness that she was residing in was not permanent, her consciousness centered on her eyes and eyelids. Slowly she opened them, accepting the painful brightness that flooded in, filling her, and drowning out every other sensation running through her body. As her eyes adjusted to the light, her mind started trying to recognize what she was looking at. A pinkish hew was before her, she recognized the color. There were two large vertical strips of it in front of her.

Those are my legs.

She was staring downward at her own legs and skin. Her thoughts quickly became more coherent. She knew it was strange to be looking down at her own legs, this wasn’t the normal position that she woke up in at all. The fact that she was sitting up was strange, but what was even stranger was the fact that her legs were bare and she felt a cold heaviness around her neck. She strove to remember where she was when she fell asleep, but the memory was far away and clouded. She sat there, with her head hung forward as she reconnected with all the bodily sensations that were now coming back online.

Her arms were somehow behind her, and she tried again to bring them forward, but they wouldn’t budge. The tight, painful feeling around her wrists quickly became apparent to her and the dawning realization that she was tied to a chair hit her all at once. Her eyes widened and the adrenaline shot of panic caused her head to lift and she looked around at her surroundings and gasping as if for air.

The room was instantly familiar to her, but she was yet to remember it, a beautiful living room area with a floor to ceiling stone fireplace and a very large L-Shaped sofa. Her eyes darted around in panic and again she tried to pull at the bonds that held her arms behind her body, but they would not move. She looked down at herself, she was wearing nothing but her underwear – a pair of white panties and matching bra. The realization caused a surge of fear to spread down her spine.

She was about to start screaming, but as she looked up, she noticed something else in the room. Two other things in fact. To either side of her were figures, each sitting on a chair as well and facing inwards, the three of them creating a triangle about seven or eight feet apart.

Her kids; Alex and Billy.

Their heads bowed in front of them as if in prayer, clearly held up by the same type of restraints that had prevented Olivia from tumbling forwards while she was unconscious. Both had stripped down to their underwear in the same way that she had. Alex wore her matching black lacy bra and panties that she bought only a few weeks ago when the two of them were out on a shopping trip, whilst Billy simply wore a pair of his grey, cotton boxer briefs.

Tears welled up in her eyes, she had the impulse to scream or be sick at the sight of her kids propped up like that. Their bodies manipulated, placed and restrained whilst they slept. The violation made Olivia shake with anger and fear, she wanted scream and to break free of her chains and hurt whoever had done this to them, . But the last thing that she wanted to do was to wake either of her two babies into this reality. Her eyes darted around to make more sense of the situation, to grasp onto something familiar that would allow her to get them out of what was happening. But there was nothing.

As tears began to flow down her cheeks her full memory came back to her. She remembered getting there the previous day and everything leading up to dinner, everything up until… Patricia!

“They look so peaceful, don’t they?”



The voice came from behind her. Right behind her. It cut through the silence like a knife, and it bought every sense that Olivia had online with shock. She turned her head to look.

“You!”

“Ssshhhhhh. You’ll wake them!” Patricia said as she walked out so that she was in the middle of the three chairs and turned to look at Olivia. She had changed since the meal and what she was now wearing shocked Olivia. She was in a pair of black lacy stockings that came up to her thighs and that matched her underwear. Her upper body seemingly only covered by what looked like a black silken night blouse that draped over her figure.

“Don’t you want to let them rest a little bit longer?” Patricia asked, the tone of mockery wasn’t lost on Olivia.

“Patricia, what is going on?! Please untie us before…” Olivia begged in a quiet whisper.

Patricia ignored her. Instead, she walked over to Billy and bent down and lifted his bowed head by the hair so that his sleeping face was inches from hers. He began to stir, his face conveying annoyance as he slept.

“They’ve got such a long night ahead of them.” She said menacingly as she let go of his head, letting it drop back down as his shoulders slumped.

Olivia began to cry. Seeing her son handled so carelessly drove a steak into her heart, and the way that Patricia was acting now seemed so cold and alien compared to the charismatic and warm person she had let into her house not long before. She was still in disbelief as to what was happening but the one thing that she knew was that she had to protect her kids at all costs.

“Patricia please, what do you want?” she asked through her tears. “I’ll do anything, just let us go. Please!” She could no longer hold her voice to a whisper, her pleas inadvertently coming out loud and panicked as her voice rose to a sob.

Her eyes shot to the two teens as Patricia turned towards them, both starting to wake from their slumber. Olivia couldn’t do anything but try to hold back the tears and whisper pleas to Patricia as she watched them wake up to the nightmare situation that she had. As they stirred Olivia noticed that both were wearing a small solid metal circlet around their necks, it was very thin with no detail other than a tiny LED looking screen on its front. A shudder went up her back as she recognized the cold touch of metal on her own neck.

“Patricia, please talk to me. What is on our necks?”

“Shh all in good time, they’re waking.”

Alex was the first to come around, her eyes widening as soon as they took part in the situation and the look on her mother’s face. She looked down at herself, seeing her state of undress and then back to her mother in confusion and shock.

“Mooom?!” is all Alex could get out in her confusion.

She tried to wriggle in her restraints, but it quickly became apparent to her that there was no getting out of them.

“It’s okay honey, it’s okay. I promise it’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay” Olivia blubbered back at her, desperately trying to reassure her.

“Mom, what’s going on?” she asked as she looked from her stirring, half-naked brother to her mother and then directly at Patricia who was standing in the middle of all of them.

“Patricia… what?”

“Don’t worry dear, you’ll all have all the information you need soon enough.”

Next Billy opened his groggy eyes. It took him several moments for him to take in the world around, his head almost rolling from side to side in a distant blank stare. All three of them watched as consciousness slowly worked its way into him. His eyes slowly making the transition from confusion to widened in horrified recognition at the sight of his bound mother and sister in their underwear and the commanding presence of Patricia looming over them, also in hers. Nothing about this seemed right. Panicked, he sought solace in his mother’s face, but she looked defeated and overwhelmed by what was happening. He looked over at his sister.

“I don’t understand. What’s happening? Alex?” he asked.

“It’s okay, Billy” was all she could say back, echoing what her mother had said to her.

“Good, you’re all finally awake.” Patricia announced.

The whole family trained their gaze on Patricia. Horror and fear on their faces, all hoping that she would somehow reveal all of this to be some kind of bad joke.

“Patricia, why are we tied up?” Alex asked, finding some strength within her.

“And…. why are we undressed?” Billy asked, following his sister’s lead.

“Patricia please, whatever you want I’ll give it to you. You can take anything you want, my purse is just by the door. Just please, let them go.” Olivia pleaded.

All eyes turned to her, including Patricia who turned and walked over to her.

“Of course, baby” She started. “I understand. We wouldn’t want any harm to come to them. You’ll all be let go shortly; I promise. So please don’t worry.”

“Is… it some kind of game? It’s a game right? Patricia?” Billy asked hopefully.

“Billy…” Olivia began, wanting Patricia’s attention on herself instead of Billy or Alex.

“Yes Billy” Patricia interrupted. “That’s exactly what this is. It’s a game.”

Billy naively seemed to like this answer whilst the tone in Patricia’s voice did nothing to soothe his mother’s or sister’s fear as they glanced at each other nervously, worried about what came next.

“And… and so how do we play?” he asked with apprehension in his voice, eager to move proceedings along to a more comfortable place that he could understand. He looked to his mother for reassurance that he had done the right thing, but the look of fear on her face made his heart sink.

“Great question Billy!” Patricia said enthusiastically. She walked over so that she was between Billy and Alex, making sure that they could all see her clearly. She turned to look down at Billy, taking in this half hopeful gaze. He was so cute to her, his slim body only barely covered by his ill-fitting boxer shorts as he looked up for her through his tangle of hair with a hopeful expression on his boyish face.

“Well, you’re all going to play together. It’s a game for the whole family.” She went on. “And all you have to do is exactly what I say. Every step of the way. Isn’t that easy?”

“I think so” the boy said.

“Patricia. No, we won’t.” Olivia started, clearly realizing the implications of what was being said before either of his children.

“What is it mo…” Alex began until Patrica cut her off.

“Oh, you will do as I say.” Patrica snapped back at Olivia, the forcefulness of her words causing their questions to fade away as they waited for her next words. “Because if you don’t…” She paused for effect.

“Then that little necklace that you each are wearing will make it so that disobeying me is the last thing that you will ever do.” She watched as the family processed the weight of what she just said. She wanted to savor each moment of this process as the family came to terms with their predicament. She looked at each, searching for the impact that her words were having on each of her captives. Olivia sobbed quietly, her eyes pleading with Patricia and never taking her eyes off of her. This was a good sign she knew; it meant that the mother recognized her as the authority and that she knew that it was through Patrica would be the only way that she and her kids would ever be free. The two teens looked confused and shocked; Billy still looked up pleading to Patricia whilst Alex glanced almost angrily at her mother before waiting for Patricia to carry on speaking.

“You see, within that little piece of metal is an explosive. An automatic one. So, if any of you attempt to take it off, leave this house or disobeys me then….” She made an expansive explosive gesture with her hands, all three family members flinching at the sight. Tears started coming out of both the teens’ eyes, but Patricia could see that Alex was attempting to be strong as the girl’s face steeled, preparing to say something.

“What are you going to make us do?” Alex asked solemnly through her tensed jaw.

“Good question Alex, but it’s the wrong one. I’m not going to make you do anything. That wouldn’t be very fair now, would it?” She paused for a second, allowing the family to feel some relief. She was enjoying toying with them.

“But you may do some things that you didn’t feel you were capable of.” She said cryptically “And that can only be a good thing, right?”

The family looked puzzled, relief making way for trepidation.

“Billy. Do you know how babies are made?” Patrica asked suddenly to the boy to her side.

Billy looked up at her confusedly, as if she had just snapped him out of a trance.

“W…what? What… do you mean” His words stumbling out of him as if he was caught doing something he shouldn’t, clearly uncomfortable with the focus suddenly shifting to him.

“I said do you know how babies are made?” she repeated, more sternly this time.

“Er.. yeah. Of course. We er… we did it in school” he said, his eyes darting around.

“That’s great, really awesome.” She said, the seeming earnestness in her voice confusing him and taking him by surprise. “So go on Billy, share with us and tell us what you learned.”

He looked around nervously, glancing between the women before him. Clearly embarrassed and not wanting to talk about this in front of his own mom and sister. He thought back to the classes where they had done sex education, he remembered it fondly; all jokes and excitement with his classmates. His teacher rolling her eyes.

“Well go on.” she prompted, placing a hand on his bare shoulder.

Billy gulped, bought back to reality by her touch. He looked up to Patricia, meeting her gaze and clearly not wanting to look at his mother or sister as he spoke.

“Well” he began, feeling his throat dry up “A man… he… puts his… penis inside of a woman. Like… sex.”

“A woman? Where does he put it in a woman?” Patrica asked back, a look of confusion on her face so real looking he almost began to doubt that she was joking.

“He… he puts his penis inside of a woman’s vagina”

“Good!” she exclaimed enthusiastically. “And what’s inside of the woman, waiting for the man?”

“Er… an egg?” He said quizzically.

“Very good Billy!”

She could tell by the look on his face that the words of affirmation that she was giving him were producing the desired result.

“And how does the egg get there?”

“Well… er…. “He started, slightly unsure of himself “Well every month she ovulates, and the egg comes from her ovaries.”

“Excellent. And what about the man? What does he make?”

Patricia moved slowly herself closer and closer to him as they spoke, her face getting ever nearing his eye level. It was clearly making him uncomfortable, but she had him in what was almost a trance as he answered her questions.

“The man, he er…. He makes sperm.”

“And where does the sperm come from?”

“He makes them inside of his bal… “No, his testicles…. Sorry” he stammered, barely able to maintain eye contact with her looming presence that seemed to emanate dominating sexual energy towards him.

“That’s okay Billy, you can call them balls.” She reassured in softer voice now. “So now you have all of the pieces. You’ve done really well. Put that all together what you told us and tell us how babies are made.”

Again, Billy looked around unsure and sheepish. A small, naive part of him hoping that if he got this correct that he and his family would be let go. He steeled himself, attempting to must an air of dispassionate nonchalance at what he was saying.

“The man he…” he started, but his voice already beginning to fail him. “He er… put his penis inside of a woman and then lets his sperm come out inside of her. And then when the sperm meets the egg it… you know... makes a baby.” Happy to finally get the words out.

“Excellent Billy. That’s it. That’s exactly it!” A slight relief washed over him and he couldn’t hep but feel a minor triumph in her encouraging words. He relaxed slightly and found the strength to look up at his mother and give her a wry smile of reassurance. His quick moment of elation however was extinguished by the pained and worried look on her face, as if she knew a secret he didn’t.

“Billy.” His attention was quickly brought back to Patricia.

“You’re old enough now that your balls are producing their own sperm, right?”

Flustered and embarrassed by the question, Billy looked up at his sister and mother for assistance, begging them to interject with his eyes as the thought of answering such a private question in front of them clearly making him too uncomfortable to bear. He knew that they likely assumed or even knew that at this point he was masturbating daily, like all boys his age, and it was obvious in his physique that he had entered puberty. But as close as he was to his family this type of thing was not something that he talked about openly with them.

“That’s enough!” Olivia shouted, wanting to defend her son from the probing questions.

“Leave him alone!” Alex said from behind Patricia, joining in the defense of her brother.

“Billy, look at me.” Patricia said, ignoring the protestations and not taking her eyes off the young teen. “I am your only way out of this, Billy. So don’t look at them, look at me. Tell me truthfully. Are your balls producing sperm?”

Billy turned his head to the side and looked to the floor in defeat. He thought to lie or to not answer at all, but the fear of going against Patricia in any way grew with every new sentence that she spoke. She seemed so commanding. To him, she seemed to have thought of everything and was in complete control of the situation.

“Yes, of course.” he said flatly.

“Patricia this isn’t right” Olivia said, more softly this time.

“Oh, don’t be so boring.” She shot back, still staring at Billy.

“Billy, look at me.” she demanded. He slowly turned his head back to face her. She moved her face even closer to his.

“And so, Billy, how does it feel to know that right now your body is producing billions of tiny, little sperm? And that right now, right this instant; deep inside both your mother and sisters’ pussy’s are ready to receive all those little sperm. Isn’t that a wonderful thought?

Billy stared at Patricia in disbelief at the mention of the bodies of his mother and sister. He couldn’t help but briefly imagine what Patricia was talking about, but he tried to fight back the imagery. He had never even thought to imagine either of them in a sexual way before. They were his mother and sister! The idea made him sick. But now, with Patricia talking about the things that she was he couldn’t help having the thoughts of his bound and half naked family members flash through his young mind.

“Patricia, this is sick!” Olivia shouted. “Stop it this instant! Please they…”

“Oh, I can’t stop it” Patricia replied, finally turning round to face the rest of the room. “You see, the process has already begun. You started it yourselves when you drank that wine. There’s no turning it off, your bodies are already reacting, and it shouldn’t be long now before you really start to feel it.” A huge smile crossed her face and remained there, her eyes slowly floating from family member to family member as if gauging their reaction to her words.

They all stared up at her blankly, trying to process the meaning of what she had just said.

“What… what are you talking?” Olivia stammered, almost with a laugh of disbelief.

“You see.” Patricia continued. “In that little glass of wine that you all chose to drink earlier there was something special for you all. You won’t have heard of it, it’s not something that is readily available or even known of. It’s my own little connection and has taken me years to develop and master. … It was designed to knock you all out, obviously. But that’s not all. Once ingested it begins to make certain… alterations to the bodies of whomever drank it.”

Patricia glanced between the family members with a huge grin on her face. She loved the feeling of control that she was having on them, how they were now so afraid and yet hanging on her every word. Desperate to know what lay in store for them all, but terrified of what she might say next.

“What do you mean ‘alterations?!’ Olivia finally found the words to ask back, trying to find strength in her voice.

“Mom… what is she talking about?” Alex asked, her voice trembling in trepidation.

“What did you give us?” Olivia asked again, her voice beginning to peak in panic.

“It’s not much. But then again it doesn’t need to be. All it is really, is just a little brew meant to make this whole experience go a little easier on you all. Something to give you all little boost and enthusiasm for what is to come!”

“Mom…I’m scared” Billy admitted out loud.

“Patricia, tell me now. What have you given us?” demanded Olivia.

“Well, if you really want all of the gory details then I don’t see a reason to keep them from you. It’ll make no difference in the end anyway.”

She walked over behind Billy’s chair and stood behind him, hands on his bare shoulders.

“It works slightly differently for both sexes. For males, like young Billy here” she said as she patted him on the head, making sure to ruffle his hair as she did.



“It increases sexual function. It signals to the testicles and prostate to go into overdrive. The amount of sperm and semen that they produce is increased by orders of magnitude really. Little Billy here will be quite a sight to see once he gets going, believe me.”

Billy didn’t know how to process this new information about what was to happen to his body. He stared at the floor not wanting to look at his mother or older sister as the woman behind him spoke candidly about his sexual organs in front of them. His face burnt with embarrassment, and in that moment, he hated Patricia for invading his family and inflicting this on them. A part of him still hoped that what she was saying was a lie and that she would just leave and that it would be over, but as she spoke, he became aware of a dull ache and slight tickle within his scrotum that worked its way up into his belly. He tried to convince himself that what he was feeling was some kind of placebo that her words had talked him into, but the feeling was becoming more real and pronounced with each second.

“For women, it’s not dissimilar. But it is a bit different” Patricia went on, this time she walked over to stand behind Alex. Billy shared an embarrassed glace with his sister, he could tell that she was scared but her eyes displayed pity and a softness for him, as if she felt worse about him being in the situation than she did for herself.

“As Billy so excellently laid out for us earlier” Patricia went on. “For a woman to conceive she needs to be ovulating. Otherwise, the sperm will simply die. And that would be a waste now, wouldn’t it? And so, what you have both drank both forces ovulation to take place, regardless of the time of the month.”

Olivia sputtered into a sob again, in disbelief as to what she was hearing.

“That… that’s not possible! It can’t be.” She said in disbelief.

“However, that’s not all!” Olivia gleefully went on. “This is no ordinary ovulation. No. Your bodies are becoming about as fertile as humanely possible” she said, the smile never leaving her face. “Every instinct and bodily sensation that you have will be screaming at you to mate with the nearest fertile male. Your breasts will yearn for touch, your beautiful pussies will drip, your bodies will be desperate to be bred. And this is the most important part, so listen closely!”

She paused for a second, savoring the moment.

“You see, whoever drinks my little potion is overwhelmingly attracted to anyone else who has drunk it also. It’s like it’s attracted to itself. As you can tell I’m very proud of it, it took many years to perfect” she said with genuine pride before going on.

“It doesn’t matter if the other people are male or female, of age or not, family member or not. The sexual attraction you feel for anyone else who has drunk this will be like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Isn’t that delightful?” She seemed genuinely in awe of her own invention, like she wanted the family to share in her achievement.

Patricia surveyed the room in delight; all three family members were now beginning to really understand. Looks of horror and disbelief were on their faces as they processed the thought that their own bodies could potentially be betraying them that very minute; forcing them into an unwilling estrus that would so strong that would override every natural instinct they had against relations with family members.

“This doesn’t happen immediately mind you. But rest assured, the process has already begun, and the more time goes, the stronger it becomes. So, you see, I’m not exactly going to be making you do anything. All I’m going to do is keep you here and keep you in line. The rest… well that’ll be your choice.”

“We won’t…. we would never!” Alex protested back, trying to find strength in the fact that they would have some choice in the matter.

“Oh, we’ll see.” Patricia smiled back. She had seen this before. She knew what was to come. There would be no real choice here. The family would be overcome soon enough, she just needed to nudge them. And she took great delight in nudging.

“We won’t! Alex, it’s okay.” Billy agreed with his sister. “Don’t worry, anything that she’s saying is a lie! Nothing will happen. We won’t do anything! We just won’t.” The slight tremble in his voice betrayed his fear.

“Quite the pair you have here Olivia.” Patricia said to Olivia “They’re stronger than they look!”

“Leave them alone” was all that Olivia could weakly reply. “They’re good kids.”

Patricia walked from behind Alex back into the middle of them all, facing the teens with a huge smile on her face. Ignoring their mother.

“Now kids. You seem very close; it’s good to see. You really stick up for one another!”

Both stared daggers at Patricia, united in their anger, and using it as a distraction from the contents of what she was saying.

“But how close are you really? When was the last time you both saw each other naked, huh?” She could see the resolve in their eye flicker to uncertainty for a second and it made her happy. “A good brother and sister should be comfortable enough in each other’s presence without clothes, right. Don’t you think?”

Without waiting for a reply Patrica walked over to Billy, she knelt down in front of him and placed her hands on the waistband of his boxers with a glint in her eye. She turned her head to look at Alex.

“Do you ever wonder what your little brother looks like down there these days Alex? I bet you do. Do you wonder how he’s changed?”

Alex didn’t answer, instead her eyes burnt daggers back at Patricia, who just turned her head back to Billy.

“How about you Billy? Do you ever wonder what your big sister looks like?”

“No… that’s wrong” Billy growled back.

“Not even a little bit? The thought of your sister’s soft and lovely pussy never flashes into your mind late at night when you’re stroking yourself?”

Billy looked away, his face burning.

“Oh, it does, doesn’t it?” she said, a wide grin forming across her face as she looked up at him. “Do you imagine what it would taste like? What would it feel like? You want to know, don’t you?”

“That’s enough!” Olivia shouted from behind, Patricia ignored her and went on.

“How about your mommy, huh? Do you think about what it’d be like to see her completely naked? To be naked with her.”

“It’s wrong, they’re family.” he said flatly, turning towards her but barely able to look her in the eye.

“But it feels so nice, doesn’t it? Imagine sucking on mommy’s lovely soft breasts again, just like when you were little. You want to do that don’t you? You want to suck on her breasts again as your cock goes in and out of the very same warm pussy that you came out of. Wouldn’t that be nice?” she said, almost in a whisper.

Billy still said nothing, but his face glowed with the heat of embarrassment. He tried to shut her out, but in spite of himself he could feel her words having an effect on his body as the familiar sensation of warm blood flowing into his genitals causing him to begin to stiffen. Within seconds he could feel the fabric of his boxers straining as his penis struggled to rise within them. Patricia noticed instantly with a twinkle in her eye and beamed a knowing smile at him.

“Now there’s a good boy.” She spoke in a breathy whisper “I think you’re ready, don’t you?”

“Mom! Stop her!” Alex shouted, desperately not wanting her poor younger brother to be undressed and abused in front of her.

“Leave him alone!” Olivia screamed in vain, again attacking her restraints but making no progress in freeing herself.

But it was all too late. Patricia gripped Billy’s waistband hard in both hands and tugged it down. The young teen made no effort to help but he felt no fight in him as she worked them down. She was delighted as she inched the front of his boxers down, finally getting to see the little thatch of his fresh pubic hair that spouted just below his smooth and flat lower stomach. She lowered them down until she could see the base of his semi engorged penis, savoring the sight of his slim body. Still on her knees, she leaned into him with her face now only a few inches above his crotch and she made a show of inhaling deeply through her nose as she reached around to the back of his waistband and gripped it. She looked up at him with a playful grin, letting him know what she was about to do, as he looked down aghast but unable to find any strength within himself to even try to stop her. She tugged his boxers from behind him and he felt the waistband move forcefully underneath his bare butt as it came into contact with the warm, wooden chair beneath him that was already slightly damp with his sweat.

Once his boxers were totally free from beneath him, he knew that there was now nothing stopping her from sliding them along his thighs and revealing his semi-hard penis. Instead of doing that, however, Patricia stood up, leaving him feeling completely exposed with his bunched boxers now half off and only just covering his modesty. His face burned deeply with embarrassment, he wanted to disassociate away from there, but it was like Patricia held some deep control over him and he was unable to look away. Patricia took her time, making a show of slowly and seductively removing her gown in front of him. She tossed it on the floor, exposing her naked breasts to him and taking great time and pleasure in caressing them, causing little goosebumps to show along the outskirts of her nipples that now stood erect and proud.

“It’s only fair, isn’t it?” she jokingly said to the now silent room.

She felt more at ease now. She knew she had them where she wanted them, they were safe and captured, she felt empowered to have as much fun as she wanted. The family seemed to have stopped protesting and the look on Billy’s face let her know that she was having the desired effect.

She then bent over Billy again, this time so that their faces were inches apart and giving him a full view as her breasts hung down in front of him. Despite the situation he couldn’t help but gaze at how utterly perfect they were as lust flashed through his mind and his cock which momentarily jerked in its restraint. Patricia could sense the tension in the room as the other captives watched her every move. No one said anything and she could imagine the view the others had of her perky ass bent over their youngest, near naked, family member.

She once again let her eyes roam Billy. She bit her lip and gave him a lusty look as she allowed herself the delight in being aroused by her proximity to his body. She wanted to lick him all over and taste him, to let herself explore his smooth pink thighs and stomach as she teased him. His cock was still mostly covered by the fabric of his boxers, although it left little to the imagination as a tent had now formed as the fabric hugged tightly to his erect penis with a large wet circle of pre cum that had now formed at the tip. She wanted to taste it and make it squirt the fresh teen cum that lay within him, but she wouldn’t let herself. She didn’t want to reward him with sex, as good as it may feel to take him, that wasn’t her aim. She wanted to break him along with his family.

Instead, she straightened her posture slightly, raising herself and stepping forward so that one of her legs grazed the inside of his thigh. She looked down at the boy, who simply looked up at her, eyes frozen wide like prey that had been caught. She placed a hand on the side of his, momentarily stroking her hands through his soft hair. As she did so, she could see the release in him, his eyes rolling up slightly as the fear willingly gave way to the comforting sensation. She half expected either his mother or sister to protest but neither made a sound. She continued this for a second, lulling him into a stupor, as she slowly worked her other hand along her side and up to her breast, cupping and prodding it.

“There, there” she whispered, before firmly gripping the hair on the back of his head and forcing his face against her engorged, pink nipple.

She felt him fight for a second, his head rocking from side to side against her. But she held him still, not letting his face lose contact with her breast. From behind she heard the sudden, panicked protestations from his mother and sister, but she paid no heed. This a rare moment of touch that she would allow for herself, and it would go a long way towards breaking in the boy. She steeled her body and arm as firmly as she could against his struggle and spoke calmly to him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Ssshhh, ssshhhhh It’s okay.” She reassured him.

He continued to try and pull away but it was to no avail, however hard he struggled only seemed to make her grip stronger. Eventually he tired, his neck sore from the fight and breathing heavily stopped. She could feel his hot, wet breath like steam against her nipple.

“It’s okay” she repeated, as she pushed him more gently this time towards her nipple. She could feel the indecision within him as his soft mouth rested against her, unsure of what to do next. She was just about to adjust her body to him, but instead she felt him latch on to her. His lips forming a greedy suction against her that was almost painful.

“There you go, there you go. That’s a good boy.” She whispered as she began to stroke the back of his head.

Billy whimpered into her as he sucked on her breast, as if he was letting out some deep, unexpended energy; desperately trying to find some solace and understanding in intimate contact with his captor. His mother and sister made no more sounds, clearly in shock as to what was happening. Patricia relished the feeling of the terrified and increasingly horny teen soothing himself on her. He wasn’t biting or nibbling at all, he simply sucked and licked desperately, as if he had lost himself and reverted back to some former state of being a starving baby trying to find milk. She was soaked once again inside her panties, the wet heat almost taking over her thought processes and she fought the urge to touch herself or touch him any more than she had. She wallowed in the feeling a while longer, the sound of his worried slurps filling the room as a giant smile spread over her face. It was this feeling that she lived for; to remove all artifice and consideration as to what was proper, to forcibly remove people from the shackles of the norms and taboos of society, and to break them back down into their rawest, most real selves so thoroughly that they would commit any act in search of pleasure.

She allowed the boy some more time to suckle on her, with each loud slurp and moan that he made she could sense him losing himself, her potion taking a firmer and firmer hold on his young mind and body. And then, as quickly as she had forced him onto her, she pulled away. Billy looked up at her with dazed confusion in his eyes, as if he had forgotten where he was. He almost looked hurt at her withdrawal.

“I think you’ve had quite enough of me.” she said playfully. “And I think it’s high time that we all saw you”.

Reality came back to the boy quickly and the embarrassment of what he had done washed over him like a terrible wave. His shoulders slumped as he looked down at himself, trying to hold back tears. His pubic hair was on show and his penis had grown as hard as he had ever felt it, it strained and throbbed hard against his partially pulled down boxers that now had a massive sticky, wet patch on the front where he had leaked. He didn’t want to look either his sister or mother in the eye and he desperately didn’t want to be there anymore and so he closed his eyes tight wishing the world would go away. After a few seconds in darkness, he sensed a close movement in front of him, opening them again to see Patricia again bent over him, her face directly in front of his own as she grinned menacingly. Finally, she put her hands on each side of the waistband on his lowered boxers and pulled them further down his legs and along the top of his young cock. He was frozen in place as she inched them off towards herself, shame on his face as his cock bounced free of its confines. Once free his full mast sprung upwards, hitting his belly and leaving glistening wet spot of clear pre-cum just below his belly button. He had no fight left in him to resist as she effortlessly pulled his underwear down his slim legs and off his feet.

“I’m sorry” was all he could say, now fully naked as he looked down, past his erection, and at the floor.

“Baby, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.” Patricia heard Olivia say from behind as she stood back to look at him, inspecting her prize. His beautiful, young cock standing straight, dripping and to attention as he sat back with shoulders slumped, completely defeated and not even trying to hide himself with his legs.

“Now doesn’t that feel so much better?” she mockingly asked the boy. “Doesn’t it feel nice to be out and completely free with your family? It certainly looks like you’re enjoying all the attention!”

She turned to face Alex and she could see what the girl was thinking.

“I bet you’re enjoying this aren’t you dear?”

Alex said nothing. She looked at her brother and could see the anguish on his face and she felt deeply for him. She tried to give him a sympathetic look, but he wouldn’t raise his eyes from the floor to meet hers to receive it. As he sat there, naked and helpless, she couldn’t help but look at him. She was at the age where all of her friends were active with guys but since her father’s death, she had never really had any interest. She would occasionally watch porn as her friends insisted that she try, it but she had never found much appeal. Visually it was appealing in a way, but it did nothing to warm the idea of sex to her. The men always seeming so gruff and uninterested in the pleasure of the women, and the women always seemed to be playing a role or faking their reactions.

Not since she had bathed together with Billy had she actually seen a boy naked in real life, but that was years ago now, and he had changed so much since then. Nervously, she allowed herself a glance at his stiff penis and its secret, surrounding area. It wasn’t huge but it was bigger than it seemed when he wore underwear, but she understood that this is what happens to men when they’re aroused. It wasn’t perfectly circular like she had anticipated, instead she could see what looked like a slightly protruding tube on its underside which she assumed carried any liquid that came out of it. And running alongside the tube was a small bluish vein, clear against his pink skin. The skin near his tip was slightly redder than the rest, like it was blushing as it partially covered his almost purplish head underneath. His balls rested on top of his thighs and she was fascinated by the way they seemed to independently shift and breathe within their creased, hairless sack. The pubic hair he had just above the base of his penis was a darker color than the light brown on his head, and she realized that it matched her own. She just always just imagined him the way she had known him growing, as a young, slightly annoying but lovable boy. But she could see that his body was changing, becoming more lithe and more toned as he grew into his teens, and she wondered what he would be like when he was a man. She thought back to when they used to be so comfortable being naked together, but that was such a long time ago and they were different people. Now, they both had this new layer to them, of hormones and needs that had never really been addressed between them, either through embarrassment or because they didn’t want to admit to the other that things were changing, that they were growing up.

As she examined his body, she began to feel a strange wave flow within her. Like parts of her that she had forgotten about were slowly coming back online. It took a while to register what was happening until she felt a sudden rush of excitement in the pit of her stomach, and she found herself getting more and more captivated by the sight of him and in particular his penis. The way that it moved to his heartbeat and seemed to expand by itself transfixed her. She had seen in him towels or his underwear before and thought nothing of it, he was her little brother after all. But this was different; she was seeing her own brother’s cock in it’s aroused state, and she couldn’t get away from the fact that it was majorly turning her on. The familiar, warm feeling of arousal rushed downwards into her vagina, and she knew that whatever Patricia had given them to drink was now really taking hold. She felt guilty and wanted to fight it but at the same time she couldn’t help but feeding the feeling by taking big gulps of the site of her bound, naked brothers body and his arching, throbbing penis. It looked so strange on him, she thought. And it was such a strange thought that the whole time that she had grown up with him, that he always had this right there, attached to him, just beneath his waistband. It didn’t look too big too her, it was about the right size for his body, but it did seem to throb and be very full, and she wondered if it hurt him to be so erect. She began to feel a deep need to touch it, to feel what his penis felt like in her hands and to examine it. A deep and overwhelming curiosity rose within her. She wanted to understand how something so fleshy looking could also be so hard and firm. She wanted to fondle his squishy looking scrotum and balls and know what they felt like as they rolled through her fingers. Every passing thought and curiosity that she had ever had about the male reproductive system came flooding back into her brain and she watched in wonder as drips of fluid emerged from tip, settling there for a second before dripping slowly down his now engorged shaft and balls. She suddenly imagined their in workings, that millions of little sperm were currently being produced within that little sack of his and for what felt like the first time in her life she was overwhelmed with the need to feel what it would be like to have a penis inside of her.

Olivia hated it but she felt the same. Ever since Patricia had begun undressing Billy, she had felt the slow build up within her that was now more like an encroaching war drum. She despised herself and was battling it with every ounce of her being, but she couldn’t deny that the sight of her naked boy was now having on her. He looked so helpless tied to his chair. She wanted to call out, tell him that it would all be okay. But there was another part of her that was now winning, the part of her that didn’t want to interrupt Patricia. The part that wanted to give in to her, to see what she would do next. She knew that she should have resisted more as Patricia had undressed and abused Billy, she should have screamed, threatened and begged. No mother should allow something like that to happen to her son. She should have prevented it or died trying. But something had stopped her, something unnatural and uncaring. She had been filled with a deep need to see what Patricia would do to Billy, she had found herself wanting him to be undressed, to see him helpless. She loved him so much, but whatever Patricia had put into those drinks had begun to twist that love as she found herself turned on by the sight of her exposed boy suckling on another woman’s breast. She now stared open mouthed at Billy’s erection. She had actually seen it like that before, walking into his room at night to turn the light off that he had left on. He had been strewn across his bed, mouth agape in sleep with the covers thrown to one side in heat. His penis had somehow found its way out of the leg hole of the front flap of his boxers and had been sticking straight up towards him as he breathed in and out slowly in his slumber. Back then she thought nothing of it, chuckling to herself as she kissed him on the forehead and turned his bedside light off before creeping out of the room. She was just happy that he was a healthy, growing boy having natural bodily reactions. But now, something had altered within her, the sight of him in front of her was having a different effect on her entirely and her panties wet with her arousal.

Patricia could see that mother and daughter were becoming entranced by the sight of Billy. Both had stopped protesting about what she was doing, and she could tell that they were now feeling the effects of her potion. The boy’s undressing had worked as a catalyst that had kick started its workings on them. Still holding his boxers, she lifted them to her face making sure that the inside of the crotch was against her nose and inhaled his scent with audible appreciation.

“Your brother smells very good Alex. I bet you’ve never smelt a boy smells like before, have you? Never mind your brothers.”

She turned to Olivia.

“How about you? Do you ever sniff your son’s underwear when you’re doing his laundry? Have you ever seen any new cum stains on them and given them a little lick when no one is around?”

Neither Olivia nor Alex said anything, they both tried displaying a look of disgust on their faces, but Patricia could see clearly that each seemed to be facing an internal battle. Satisfied, she walked over to Alex and held the garment up to her nose. At first the girl resisted strongly just like her brother had, instinctively snapping her head back and trying to keep her face away from. But Patricia calmly grabbed the back of her head to steady her and forced the inside of the crotch against her nose and mouth.

Alex closed her eyes and desperately tried to hold her breath as her brother’s underwear was held tight against her face. She struggled not to breathe for as long as she could, holding her breath until her ears rang and her face turned red with pain. She tried keeping it up, but she knew she would either have to give up or she would pass out trying not to. At that slight thought of weakness her body almost involuntarily took over, causing her to deeply inhale through both her nose and mouth, taking in big gulps of well needed air along with the light musk of her brother as she did so. She felt her body let go of its tension as she allowed herself to resume her steady normal breath in and out. Her brother’s scent was unlike anything she had smelt before. It was almost familiar in that smelled like him, but it had a unique heaviness to it that she could almost recognize. Like milk and almonds. The smell instantly caused a reaction in her crotch, she felt more blood flow into her vagina, and she felt the deep need to rub herself. She inhaled again, more deeply this time, starting to enjoy the comforting aroma.

Patricia felt the struggle fade from the girl as she relented. She still held the garment firmly against her face, but she could see her eyes soften and the acceptance in her body language. It wasn’t long before it was obvious to Patrica that Alex was finding enjoyment in the situation.

“There we are dear. It’s wonderful, isn’t it? It’s the smell of your brother becoming a man.”

Alex said nothing, her eyes were now closed, and she continued to breathe in and out of the material.

“Alex, what are you doing?!” Billy shouted at his older sister.

“Oh, it’s not her fault”. Patricia responded in place of Alex. “Are you just jealous, Billy? Don’t worry.”

And with that Patricia placed Billy’s boxers over Alex’s head so that the waistband was around the circumference of it. The girl now couldn’t see anything, but the inside crotch was still firmly against her nose, held firmly in place. She then bent down with her hands around Alex’s own waistband.

“Lift.” Patricia instructed coldly.

And with that, without thinking Alex lifted her hips and butt off the chair. Somewhere in her mind heard her mother say ‘no’ as Patricia slipped her panties out from under her and off her. But it barely seemed to register. The feeling of having her panties removed was liberating, as cool air hit her vagina bringing about new, enjoyable sensations. The thought of being bound and exposed in front of others without being able to see them brought a thrill that she had never felt before. The fact that two of these people were her brother and mother suddenly didn’t feel as real to her now as the need to touch herself or be touched took over. As she continued to smell the sweet musk coming off of the boxers, she had an overwhelming need to feel filled by what had produced that scent, causing her to unconsciously spread her slim legs and grind her butt on the chair. Patricia walked behind her and casually removed the girl’s bra before standing back and allowing the family to enjoy the show.

Billy couldn’t help but stare at the sight in front of him. For the first time since he had hit puberty, he was in the presence of a naked woman, and he couldn’t take his eyes off. Yes, it was his sister, and he knew that he should look away. But there was something overriding his brain that caused him to drink in every detail. He had watched some porn, but the appeal had never really seemed hit him before, like it had for his friends. This was different. His sister’s body was suddenly taking on a whole new meaning for him, one that he had somehow been blind to before now. Before, even when she was in a bikini all he saw was just his big sister Alex, but now everything about her was different. He couldn’t believe that he was seeing his sister this way. For the first time in his life, he really looked at her breasts. They were smaller than their mothers, but they were firmer as they jutted out of her chest perky and smooth, with small pink nipples that looked hard to the touch, as if she was cold. His gaze wandered down her flat tummy to her pubic hair and saw that she kept a neatly trimmed bush that extended down to either side of her opening. He couldn’t help but think about her in the bathroom trimming it herself, looking after how she looked down there while they lived, ate and slept in the same house. She was his big sister, but she was also a beautiful girl with a gorgeous body and although he tried to fight the thought away, but he wanted to touch and explore what he was seeing. His eyes went even lower and for the first time in his life he began studying a vagina. From how his sister was sitting on the chair he could just see what looked like a raised slit that went down and underneath her. On each side of it the skin was redder than the rest of it her and it was particularly pronounced because she had a tan line along where she had worn a bikini a lot of the summer. Along the central crease there was a slightly wet opening and nestled in the middle of that, facing down towards the chair were what looked like two small butterfly wings that were almost bright pink and that seemed to stretch out as if wanting to wrap around something. The sight was intoxicating to his teen mind and his cock strained upwards further, causing more clear liquid to seep out of his tip. He didn’t even notice as Patricia walked behind him, not until she placed his sisters’ panties over his head. Wrapped in a way around so that his eyes were not covered but the gusset was placed firmly against his nose. There was a sweet but almost metallic smell that instantly met his nostrils. His eye’s the realization hit him that he was inhaling the scent of his sister’s most private place, and he let out a soft moan.

Patricia moved back to the middle, facing the brother and sister with their faces covered by each other’s underwear. They almost looked comical to her as they desperately fought with how turned on they obviously now were, as little moans and pelvic jerks gave them away. She pulled the fabric out of the way of Alex’s eyes so that brother and sister could now see each other. They couldn’t help but meet eyes in shame before continuing to stare at each other’s bodies for the first time.

“What do you think?” she said over her shoulder, towards their mother. “Beautiful, aren’t they? They’re so close for siblings.” She mocked with a smile.

Olivia didn’t know how to respond; her heart was breaking at the damage being done to her family. Her two kids bound and forced to endure what no one should. She could see that they were getting caught up and manipulated by what they had been given to drink, but she didn’t blame them. They were only teenagers; inexperienced in the world and full of hormones. And this monster in front of her had taken advantage of that. She wanted to interject, but it was like she was frozen. The part of her that wanted to see what would happen was winning and she felt herself becoming more and more compliant.

“You’re a monster.” Olivia managed to spit in reply.

“You don’t have to fight it, you know?” Patricia ignored the insult. “I know it feels like you do, but you really don’t. You’ll give in anyway, eventually. And when you do… you’ll wonder why you never all fucked each other before.”

The words churned in her head, making her eyes water. “Fucked each other”. The idea that that would be what would happen didn’t seem real, it didn’t even seem possible. Like this woman was talking about a sick fantasy that she was having but talking about it like it was an inevitability. And yet, there was Billy and Alex, her two babies, naked and aroused in front of her. They were barely moving, both trying to distract themselves from the reality of the situation, but she could see how clearly turned on they both were. How much their bound bodies now had begun to ache for touch. It wasn’t their fault she knew; they were being driven by the poison that they had been given. But that didn’t change the very real feelings that they were now having. She could feel it herself. She could feel how aroused and wet she was now, despite the horror of the situation. She knew what she was feeling wasn’t natural, she knew that it was flat out wrong and disgusting…. And yet, she couldn’t get away from how intoxicating the feeling now was, how enticing the thought was to just let go and give in to the feeling in her loins.

“I think the real issue here is that you’re not involved.” Patricia turned to her now. “It’s not fair, is it? Letting them have all the fun.”

She walked over to Olivia, stood in front of her and stroked her face.

“Listen to me Mommy.” she said softly as her hand brushed up and down Olivia’s cheek. Olivia’s eyes shot up to hers and held her gaze in deep concentration.

“In a second I’m going to untie you from the chair.”

She paused to gauge the mother’s reaction.

“Now, I know what you may be thinking; that somehow you’ll be able to escape with your hands tied behind your back.”

Olivia simply stared back up at her, pleading in her eyes.

“And so, I’m going to remove that little impulse. I need you to understand the futility of it. Because mommy, and I need you to listen to me very, very carefully.” Her voice lowered to a menacing whisper. Her hand lowered to the circular metal band around her neck.

“I have killed before, and I will kill again. The devices around all of your necks are very much active and it would not matter to me at all to see both of your babies bleed out right in front of you. Do not test me, do not mistake how much fun I am having for kindness. You need do exactly as I say, or they will die.”

Olivia felt like she had been stabbed by daggers, the pain of what Patricia threatened already flowing through her. All anger that had built up within her had been replaced by fear once again as she felt her resolve die. She would give in, she knew. She would do whatever she was told to do. Anything to save her children.



She nodded obediently.

“Good” Patrica replied, her scowl dissolving into a chipper smile. “Now as I said, I need to remove the impulse entirely. You may not like this next step, but please believe me that it is necessary.”

With that Patricia walked out of Olivia eye line, directly behind her. She could hear Patricia opening a large, heavy zip and rooting around in what must have been a big bag. She looked at her beautiful children, both of them now focused on whatever Patricia was doing behind her. She went to speak, she wanted to reassure them with her words but as she went to open her mouth, she caught the look of horror growing on their faces.

“Mom, no” Alex said, right before Olivia felt a jolt of her head from behind and a loud snap. She jumped in shock at the motion, but she felt no pain. Instead, all she felt was a slight heaviness and pull coming from her neck. Within seconds Patricia had walked into her eye line, and Olivia could see what it was she was carrying. In her hands was a large metallic cable that ran to the back of her neck, she walked to her right behind Billy and threaded it through a clip on the back of his metal band. Effectively tying her wide-eyed son to her. Olivia felt panic rise up from the pit of her stomach, there was something about this new industrial-looking restraint that made the situation somehow worse. Somehow more real.

“Patricia, please there is no need. We’ll do anything that you say. I promise. Won’t we kids?”

Patricia simply carried on, removing Alex’s panties from Billy’s head before walking around the outside of the triangle, uncoiling the cable as she went. Once behind she removed Billy’s underwear from her face and threaded the cable through a clasp in the back of her necklace and then finally back to Olivia where she pulled the cabling through again and put it on a latch that could be pulled tighter. The whole family sat in silenced horror as they were slowly tethered together and Patricia pulled at the end of the cable, tightening it and lifting it off the ground so that it was suspended in the air between them.

“Okay, great” Patricia said with a tired smile, clearly pleased with the result of her effort.

“Now as you can see, there really is no getting away. I think we’re nearly ready…” She looked from side to side and bit her lip as if trying to remember if she had forgotten anything. Once satisfied she walked behind each member of the family, gently undoing the clasps that held their bound hands to the back of their chairs and then she ducked under the suspended cable and walked into the middle once more.

“Okay, I need you all now to stand up.”

They looked at each other, unsure.

“It’s okay. Come on, do it. Stand up.” She instructed, more firmly this time.

She watched as the family slowly got to their feet with their hands still bound behind them. She couldn’t help but smile at Billy’s erect penis that still stood out proudly from his body, jutting upwards as if it had a mind of its own that was unaffected by the situation. She could tell that he was still deeply embarrassed by his obvious arousal and so he found it difficult to maintain eye contact with anyone. Which was a shame because it made him completely unaware of the lustful glances that it was now getting from both his mother and sister. She could tell how turned on they were, all dilated pupils and flushed cheeks. Her elixir now fully in flow and working throughout their susceptible bodies.

“Oh and one last thing” Patricia declared as she walked behind Olivia. The siblings watched as she unclasped their mother’s bra in front of them, allowing them to see her bare breasts for the first time. The two grapefruit sized orbs flattened slightly with gravity on her chest, but her reddish-brown nipples stood out firm and pointed in her arousal. Without hesitation Patricia also pulled down Olivia’s panties, leaving her nearly trimmed bush exposed. Both teens were unable to help themselves as they glanced at their naked mother in unthinking curiosity.

Patricia back stood and looked at her work with pride. The naked family stood in silence; their heightening arousal evident on all of their faces as they stole nervous glances at each other’s nakedness. She allowed herself to savor as her eyes roamed over their bodies and take in the little details. Alex’s perky young breasts highlighted by her slight bikini tan, the little blonde hairs developing on Billy’s thighs, the way that all three of them slightly resembled each other in varying combinations that made them all so obviously related; their slightly dimpled chins, the color of their hair, even their pubic hair looked similar in texture, look and feel. They were absolutely perfect, and Patricia was immensely proud of herself that she had got them to this point with things going so smoothly.

“Now, there you all are” Patricia said gleefully. “Isn’t this much better? Everyone stripped down to their bare essentials. Shall we begin?”

No one answered, instead all three family members looked at the floor, trying not to engage with the words of their captor.

“I need you all three of you to take a few steps inwards.” The naked family glanced at each other sheepishly, not knowing whether to comply.

“Now!” Patricia commanded.

Olivia, Alex and Billy took several slow steps closer together.

“Stop!” Patricia ordered once they were about 4 feet apart, the metal cable between them now hanging loosely with the slack.

“Now, kneel. All of you.”

Again, the family hesitated but this time they all did as they were told before she had to interject again. Once they had done, Patricia picked up the end of the cable and began pulling it tighter until it once again hung in the air between their necks, leaving them a little slack but binding them tighter together. Now that they were closer again Patricia could see the family stealing little looks more at each other’s bodies more brazenly. Alex couldn’t keep her eyes off her brother’s young cock as it stood to attention, little beads of pre cum oozing down it as Billy’s glanced furtively between mother and sisters bare and aroused bodies that were now so close to him.

“Okay. Good. Well done so far.” Patricia congratulated the three. “Now I want you all to lie down on your left side so that each of you is resting your head on the thigh of the person to your left. You’ll have to shuffle closer a bit and do this in unison as you don’t have much slack otherwise and you don’t have your hands to help you.”

Patricia waited for their response. This was big ask. Telling them to make contact for the first time was a big step. But she was now increasingly sure that they were ready, any remaining fight left in them was being quickly worn away by their proximity and her potion. All three of them looked at each other gingerly. Both Alex and Billy looked to their mother for instruction or to take the lead. Olivia made one last pleading look towards Patricia and received nothing but a cold glare in reply. With sadness in her eyes, she returned her look to both of her kids and gave them a slow nod. In unison all three of them shuffled closer together on their knees until they were no more than a foot apart, before allowing themselves to slowly fall forward towards the person on their left and allowing their legs to come out from underneath them and catch the person’s head who was falling from their right. Billy head landed on Olivia’s thighs, Alex on her brothers and Olivia’s head fell onto Alex forming a close-knit triangle.

Patricia was more than impressed with the coordination that it had taken to perform.

“Excellent work guys, really good.” She exclaimed with genuine delight.

With all three of them now lying on top of each other in a three-sided heap, Patricia allowed the family a moment to take in the situation. They lay in silence other than their breathing. They were close now, she could tell. Close to where she wanted them to be. She could see acceptance in their body language as they lay in physical contact with one another in a pink heap; with shallow, excited breathes escaping their lips. Goosebumps lined the contours of their exposed skin, and their nipples pointed out eagerly, wanting to be touched. She watched as their eyes roved over each other’s bodies hungrily. Each one of them seemed embarrassed that their exposed genitals were now mere inches from the face of one of their family members.

“Now I’m going to come and help you with the next bit.”

She got down close to them and came over to where Billy’s head lay on Olivia’s thighs. The boy looked up at her wide-eyed and worried as she began to manoeuvre his head between his mother legs. As she positioned him, he closed his eyes tight as his face was placed inches away from where he was born, a mixture of deep arousal and shame taking over him at the feeling of all eye’s placed on his naked body as he was moved into position.

“It’s okay honey. It’ okay. You can… you can look. If you want to.” Olivia reassured him, her mind now becoming completely clouded by lust at the touch and sight of her sons between her legs. His hair and breath tickling her.

Once Billy was in place Patricia shuffled around to Alex’s head to perform the same act as her head rested on her brothers’ slim legs. As her face was placed on Billy’s inner thigh the boy let out the tiniest groan. Alex stared forward in wonder at the first close-up that she gotten of man’s genitals. The way she was positioned meant that she was looking up at his undercarriage, his testicles close to her mouth. She could smell the musky aroma and salty air emanating from him; it was the same addictive aroma that came off his boxer shorts. The inflamed tip of his head, pointed away from her, glistened in the juices that it was producing, and she could see up close how his smooth butt hole puckered itself with each jerk of body as his head was between their mothers’ legs. Her hands were still bound behind her back, but all she knew that if she just extended her neck in the right way a little bit that she could taste him, and yet something inside her still held her back.

Next Patricia got behind Olivia’s head. Momentarily she stroked her hair and took in the sight that the mother now saw as her the naked bodies of her kids were now in position with one another. Alex’s chin was all she could see jutting out from between her brothers’ legs as her small youthful breasts stood proudly out of her chest, unaffected by gravity. She could hear the boy’s breathing and see his legs squeezed slightly in the presence of his older sister’s head between his thighs. The heat of her erratic and excited breath on his bare underside made him squirm.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

“They… they are” Olivia replied, almost in a trance as she looked over the naked forms of her two offspring intertwined with her own body.

“Are you ready?”

Olivia nodded.

Patricia pulled Olivia’s head from her daughter’s smooth thigh and parted Alex’s legs, completely exposing her. She placed Olivia’s head back down so that her left right cheek was resting against her inner left thigh and then placed Alex’s left leg back on top of her head leaving the mother trapped staring at her daughter’s inflamed, leaking vagina. Olivia stood back and looked at her design. The family were now bound, and daisy chained together into one triangular ring, just like she had envisioned. The metal cable that ran through their neckbands lay slack on the floor around them. She picked it up and began to tighten it until it picked off the floor and pressed into their backs and ran down the cracks of their behinds, pressing them even closer together into each other. Now that they were held tightly together, she finally unclasped their hands from behind their back and helped them get the arm that was pinned underneath them out in front of them and under the hip of the family member that was in front of them so that their hand was resting on their lower back. They were now exactly had she had envisioned, nothing separating them. A head between each set of thighs. All that was left now was for them to take the next step.

“Mom?!” Alex voice rose up, panicked and pleading and clearly battling her own desire.

Olivia stared at her daughter’s beautiful vagina, and she could feel her own sons laboured breath against her own, his hair tickling the sensitive skin of her innermost thigh. She could feel his body shaking between her legs and the repressed heaves of him crying between whispered apologies to his sister. Her baby boy was trying so hard. They were still both fighting it. She knew she should tell them to resist and fight these unnatural desires, but she couldn’t any more. The inner pain that the fight was causing was too much. They were good kids, and they didn’t deserve this turmoil. She didn’t want them to feel this pain any more as they were each bubbling with insatiable desire that they could not hope to match. She knew what she had to do. She had to set them free of this guilt.

“Guys, listen to me.”

She felt both freezing in position and Billy sniffed in a sob.

“You don’t have to fight it any more. What’s happening to us isn’t fair, that’s true. But it’s not your fault, what’s even more unfair is this torture. You can let go. Please believe me, we can all let go and it’ll all be okay. I promise.”

Neither of the teens moved for several moments. Both obviously were still processing the ramifications of what their mother had said. Olivia knew that she would have to be the one to make the breakthrough. She stared lovingly at Alex’s vagina, merely centimetres from her face. She lifted her now freed hand and grabbed at her thigh, pulling it open and allowing herself unrestricted access to push her nose right up against her and inhale her scent before beginning to kiss her inner thighs.

As their bonds had been drawn tighter, Alex had tried to keep her face away from her brother’s genitals; but it had been no use. She kept her eyes closed as face was drawn nearer and nearer to him until the side of her head was pressed firmly against the area where his hip met his groin, leaving her nose and mouth lightly grazing his stiff penis. She had just enough slack to be able to manoeuvrer her head slightly but she could see his heartbeat as every spasm within as his inflamed head leaked salty liquid tantalisingly close to her mouth. She could taste the air coming off of him and her pussy burned causing her mind and body to twirl in desire. A deep desire to open her mouth and taste his soft skin radiated within her, but she was still so scared of how wrong it was. Instead, she tried to shut her mind to the outside world as much as possible, containing herself within her tightly shut eyes. And yet there he still was, her brother leaking cock trapped next to her. She didn’t want to move, not even to breathe, she didn’t trust herself to not finally taste this perfect object of desire that was so near her mouth. And then she felt her mother begin. A chill went up her spine as she felt the delicate kisses on the inside of thighs. An immediate tingle erupted from her vagina and crept up her body. She froze in place, every touch of her mother’s mouth upon her leaving an electric trail. Small, soft kisses at first, all along her thighs and lower stomach that gave her butterflies in her stomach. She couldn’t believe that this was her own mother doing this to her, making her so wet with anticipation that she wanted to scream. But something had changed in her now. She knew it was the drink they had been given doing this, she knew that this feeling wasn’t natural, but it didn’t matter any more. Nothing mattered any more. It didn’t matter that it was her mothers head between her legs, it didn’t matter that it was her lips and tongue she could feel, it didn’t matter that her hands were still tied behind her back and that she was bound by a large rope of cold steel that lay tightly along her spine, it didn’t matter that this was her brothers cock leaking it’s contents right in front of her. All that mattered was the sensations running through her body. As her mother’s mouth neared the place between her legs she opened her eyes, finally allowing herself to take in the full-close up she had of her brother. She could see every pore and vein along his youthful penis, she loved how its purple head protruded out from his stretched foreskin, glistening and gleaning with its own lubricant. The smell coming from it was intoxicating and she finally allowed herself to fully give in. Licking her lips she began mirroring her mother’s actions, she began to gently kiss along the very inside of his smooth thighs. She felt his whole-body tense at her touch, the muscles in his slim legs rippling in his skin. She knew what he must be thinking, what he must be feeling. She thought that maybe she should say something to him to reassure him, to tell him that it was okay to let go, but her mother’s tongue was beginning to lap against her outer lips driving all thought from her mind. Instead, she flattened her own tongue and placed it flat against the spongy underside of his cock, tasting her first cock the salty liquid that coated his head. She smiled as she heard him gasp, his body still tense but she could feel the slight movement of him gently press his hips into her, driving her wild as he wedged against her tongue. She fully gave into her desires and slowly licked upwards, from his glistening tip to his balls, causing his whole body to shudder against her.

“Oh … oh Alex” Billy started to moan as his sister took his whole member into his mouth.

Patricia looked on in delight as the bound family broke into submission to the reality of the situation. She watched intently as Olivia and her daughter finally gave in with long passionate caresses with their mouths on the genitals that were in front of them. Billy was the only one still holding out as he as steadily moaned as his sister’s wet tongue danced along his cock. His resistance soon broke as in her throes his mother clasped her legs harder around his head and pushed her aching pussy down against his face until her out lips began to spread against the ridge of his nose. Incapable of going anywhere, and with his sister’s mouth causing indescribable sensations throughout his underside, Billy let go and began fervently licking the dripping vagina that was pressed hard against his face. The family lost themselves to their passion as moans of desperate pleasure began to fill the room.

Patricia circled them, inspecting for any sign of doubt or hesitation that may be left. But she found none. Instead, they seemed almost blissfully unaware of her now, concentrating intently on their own pleasure and need for each other’s bodies.

Alex now sucked on her brothers cock whole heatedly, as her mother hardened tongue expertly flattened and lapped against her sensitive clitoris. Overcome with sensation all she could do was force her knees wider and wider apart and slowly hump her body towards her mother’s welcoming face. As she did so she matched the rhythm to her mouths backwards and forward movements over Billy’s cock, causing him to moan and thrust into his sister’s mouth in unison with her. Without thinking, Olivia did the same and Patricia proudly watched on as the family began moving and gasping totally in sync with one another.

This didn’t last long. Within a minute Billy began to make fevered whimpers, his movements became erratic. Every muscle on his slim body tightened as he felt the point of no return approach and pass him by in seconds as the pleasure of semen bubbling up into his enveloped penis overtook him.

Some part of Olivia recognized what was about to happen her son. He had stopped lapping at her in any kind of rhythmic fashion, instead he had latched onto her clitoral hood and started sucking intently, as if it were a nipple and he was trying to draw out milk. The feeling of this was overwhelming to Olivia, as the little jerks and moans coming from her added to her quickening build up. She knew she was close and so she quickened her pace on her daughter’s pussy, almost vibrating her tongue against her pussy and causing a muffled moan to erupt from her as she sucked on her brother.

Billy desperately tried to cling on, he wanted to warn Alex of what was to come but his mother clamped her legs around his head tighter and pushing her dripping pussy harder against his lips causing him to lose all concentration. He felt his penis jerk violently, beginning to release its contents in his sister’s mouth without another second of hesitation. Instinct took over and he couldn’t help but buckle his slim hips forward one more time, something primal within him wanting to push himself as far into what was enveloping his cock as possible.

Alex felt her brother bottom out inside her mouth, his pubic area and scrotum pressing tightly into her face as the head of his cock pushed into her throat as it mushroomed inside of her. She almost felt like gagging but the arousal she felt at having her mother’s tongue between her legs and her brother inside of her mouth overrode any and all sense of discomfort. Instead, she wrapped her tongue along him as much as she could, trying to taste every millimetre and make him feel good in return. It was then she felt his violent spasm and the feeling of warm fluid hitting the back of her throat. Her head jerked backwards slightly at the unexpected sensation causing the next shot to land directly on her tongue and begin to fill her mouth. The salty almond taste and aroma filled her senses, causing her body to ignite at the thought that she was tasting her first taste of a man’s cum. No, not a man – her own brothers cum. The taste that she had wanted to know ever since Patricia’s potion had begun to work its warm magic on her and she saw his young cock spring out of his pants. The feeling of it now pulsing and emptying out his sperm into her mouth caused the most powerful orgasm that she had ever experienced in her life to hit. Both teens cried out in ecstasy as waves of incestuous pleasure shook their bodies, causing them to convulse and shudder in unison.

The orgasmic convulsing of her offspring bodies was too much for Olivia, the physical sensation and taboo knowledge of what was happening too much for her and vagina rocked with an orgasm that hit her with an intensity that she had never known. Her body began to spasm in unison with her children and a deep, guttural moan escaped from her lips as she ensured that her tongue dutifully saw her daughters own orgasm through to its conclusion as they rhythmically quivered and jerked together. Her mouth and tongue never once forgetting it’s job no matter how hard her own orgasm racked her, or how hard Alex flailed her hips.

Patricia watched intently and with deep satisfaction as the whole families climaxes hit almost simultaneously as if they were one large organism, for what seemed like minutes they writhed in a pleasure none of them had ever experienced before it begin to subside, their bodies relaxing and slick with sweat. Afterwards they absent mindlessly lapped and licked at each other with the occasional kiss or slight jerk punctuating their movements, their eyes staying closed. They seemed to hum and coo as one entity, happy to exist inside the bubble of the post-orgasmic state without a trace of regret or shame for what they had just done omitting from them.

She let them reside there for a time as she walked around the trio as if to inspect them. They were broken now, she knew. Their minds lost for their need for each other. She had seen it before and she knew what delights now came next.

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