Like the others before her, Melinda had a restless night.

Each time she rose from deep sleep into dream sleep, the seed of the Darkness that had been planted inside her grew. Its tendrils reached inexorably into the surreal landscape of her dream world, shaping it as they desired.

Even on this ethereal plane, however, Melinda fought it.

A little knowledge was a dangerous thing, and the Darkness now fully understood this. Yet even forewarned as she was, she was not forearmed, and her resistance was not strong enough to push the Darkness back.

By the time the sun rose and her mind rose into the strange realm of waking dreams, she had nearly lost the will to fight it. Her last dreams, the most vivid of them all, showed Melinda her place. The Darkness was never scary or intimidating, and that had made it all the harder to fight. To give into it was to give into exquisite pleasure.

Melinda woke from her last dream with a start and uttered a soft gasp as she found Heather sitting on the edge of her bed, smiling down at her.

"Time to wake up, sleepyhead," Heather said in a tender voice.

Melinda moaned and struggled to push the erotic thoughts from her consciousness that the last dream had left behind. They were loathe to depart, and she had little strength left to use against them. Now she understood why it was two step process. A whole night of relentless dreams was near impossible to fight or ignore, and drained the will of the power to resist any further.

She sat up in bed, closing her eyes and quivering. Her pussy was damp and aching. Her nipples were hard and tingling madly.

Heather smiled and reached out casually with a single hand. She cupped one of Melinda's breasts and squeezed it, rubbing the sensitized nipple with her thumb.

"Uhhnn ..." Melinda moaned, leaning into the touch. "Uhhh ... oh God ..."

She squirmed on the bed, her pussy growing very wet.

"I wish I could take you now, baby sis," Heather said softly. "But we have to take care of breakfast first."

Melinda blinked uncomprehendingly at Heather, her mind still in a fog.

"You know how Mom likes us to be together for breakfast on Saturdays."

"B-breakfast ... with Mom and Dad ... but h-how can I ..." She abruptly uttered a tiny squeal as Heather lightly pinched her nipple.

Heather chuckled and withdrew her hand. "You'll be okay," she said, rising from the bed. "I won't touch you anymore like that until afterward."

Melinda felt a surge of disappointment at this. She took a deep breath and fought this down. She still had some of her willpower left. Maybe if Heather left her alone for a little bit she could fight back. She could resist when Heather tried to finish it.

When Heather would try to enslave her.

Melinda shuddered. She managed to cling to that. She did not want to be enslaved. Not to anyone, and certainly not to her sister.

"You better get your shower," Heather said. She returned to her own bed and smiled as she fixed her eyes on her little sister.

Melinda just nodded and started towards the bathroom.

"Wait a moment, baby sis. You forgot something."

"Huh?" Melinda said in confusion, though in the back of her mind she already had an idea what Heather was going to ask of her.

"You can't take your shower with your night clothes on, now can you?"

Melinda swallowed. She was already reaching to unbutton her nightgown. Her hands faltered.

"You're not mine yet, Melinda," Heather said in a husky voice. "But you still need to be a good little girl for me. Isn't that what you want?"

Melinda bit her lip as her body shivered in response. Waves of pleasure came over her as she was forced to think as Heather wished it. Her resistance was only enough to allow her to shout in her mind against it, but her hands dutifully undressed herself, and her sexual arousal grew in equal measure with how much of herself she exposed.

Finally Melinda was standing naked, her body visibly trembling, partially from desire, partially from the continuing struggle in her mind.

"You're so cute when you're naked, baby sis," Heather cooed. "Maybe you can do that more often around the house."

Melinda whimpered. Her pussy glistened with moisture.

"I can see what Jason likes about you now."

Melinda drew in her breath and let it go as a ragged sigh. The thought of Jason managed to spark a fire of rebellion inside her. "P-please don't make me give him up, Heather," she blurted.

Heather paused a moment. In those few seconds, the first flicker of doubt appeared in her eyes. Yet it was gone just as quickly as it had come.

Melinda had seen it. Moreover, the aura around Heather had reacted to it. It grew momentarily agitated, swirling and writhing almost randomly, before settling back to what it was before.

"Heather ... y-you can fight it ..." Melinda croaked.

Heather stood and strolled over to her. "I don't want to fight it."

"You're lying," Melinda piped. "You are. I-I can see it in ... in ... n-no ... no, stop ..."

Heather slid a single hand down Melinda's side, trailing little ripples of pleasure through Melinda's body.

"S-stop ..." she moaned. "I ... I c-can't think wh-when you do that ..."

"I don't want to fight it," Heather said in a sultry voice, steadier this time. Her hand slid over Melinda's hip. "And you don't either."

"Y-yes, I do ... I w-want ... I ..."

Melinda abruptly stopped as Heather's hand played along the insides of Melinda's thighs. Melinda panted hard, sliding her feet apart, silently begging for her pussy to be touched.

"Should I take you now?" Heather asked.

Melinda forced herself not to reply, for she knew what answer she would give.

Heather smiled and withdrew her hand. "Go take your shower, baby sis. I'll let you calm down. We'll let the rest wait until later."

Melinda just nodded and retreated into the bathroom.

She tried desperately to fight off the influence of the Darkness as she prepared the shower. It was exhausting. She kept wanting to slip off into blind obedience to her own growing desires towards her sister.

She had to hold on. If there was any chance of being rescued from this, she had to give Jason the time to do it. Surely he would come up with something.

If he even knew about it.

Jason was barely awake when he realized that the phone was ringing.

He scrambled out of bed as fast as he could. He had no idea how long it had been ringing. On the fourth the answering machine would pick up, as his parents refused to answer the phone directly before they rose in the morning.

Yet he had a feeling it was for him. He was the only one in the house that had friends that would have cause to call on the land line at that hour of the morning. His father received all of his calls from the hospital on his cell phone.

He stumbled over to the phone and snatched up the receiver. "Hello??"

"Hi, Jason, it's me, Cassie."

"Oh, Cassie, hi," Jason said, then immediately lowered his voice. "What's up? Is there something wrong?"

"Just wanted to check if you were doing okay. I didn't have a chance to call you after I got off the phone with Melinda," Cassie said, her voice sad.

"I'm doing okay. Are you? You sound upset."

Cassie sighed. "I got in trouble with my mother for yesterday."

"Huh? Why? What happened?"

"Did Melinda give you the details on how I stopped Ned?"

"No, she didn't."

Cassie recounted the tale for him.

Jason grinned. "Wow. I'm seriously impressed."

"Thank you. But my mother wasn't. Now if I want to leave the car to visit with friends, Harry has to come with me."

Jason sighed. "Damn. Well, wait, we may still be able to salvage this. Once Heather is better, we can put her or Melinda with you and she can leave the car instead. And maybe I can talk to Richie and convince him to resolve this issue with his detention."

"Jason, you talked to Melinda last night, right?" Cassie asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Did she seem ... I don't know, a little off to you?"

Jason paused, feeling a chill come over him. "Yes, she did. Did you have any odd dreams last night about her?"

"Sort of. It was hard to tell. I saw Heather and Melinda together, but I didn't understand what I was seeing. Actually, my dreams about Marcie Fuller are getting more ..."

"Describe it. The dream about Heather and Melinda, that is."

Cassie paused a moment. "I saw them in a room together. I think it was their bedroom, since they were sitting on the edge of a bed. Heather was trying to be affectionate towards Melinda, and Melinda was resisting it."

Jason went stark silent, his heart leaping into his throat.

"Jason, are you there? Is something wrong?"

Jason felt like beating his head into the wall. Why didn't I SEE this before now?! he silently chastised himself.

No, he knew why he had not seen it. He had let his ego get in the way of logical thinking. He had assumed that if Heather was taken by Nyssa, he would be the target. He had never expected her to go after Melinda, not from the revulsion she had shown after Richie had made them go at it in the House.

It still didn't make any sense to him. Nyssa dealt only with existing desires, or so he had thought. Did Heather always harbor a desire for Melinda?

"Yes, there's something wrong," he said in a badly quavering voice. "Cassie, I need your help. Can you get down here this morning?"

"I can't, Jason. We're going away for the weekend. We leave in ten minutes and won't be back until late tomorrow."

"Dammit," Jason muttered.

"I know, I know! It's not like we're even close to these relatives we're visiting! It's just so we can show off how fancy we dress and how much money we have. I was lucky they let me call you."

"It's okay, Cassie."

"Jason, you don't think something's wrong, do you?" Cassie asked anxiously. "I mean, Heather was just sick, right? She wasn't ... you know ..."

Jason paused a moment. "I'm not sure anymore."

"Oh no ..." Cassie said in a small voice.

"I might be wrong. In fact, I really hope I'm wrong."

"If something happened to Heather, we're screwed, Jason! She's our Precog! Without her ..."

"You, me, and Melinda did rather well without her yesterday."

"You can't just write off ..."

"I'm not! I just don't want us to panic, okay?!" Jason cried. What he didn't add was that he was doing plenty of panicking for the both of them.

"If Heather's been taken, we have to stop her from trying to do whatever it is to whoever her victim is."

Jason bit his lip, a shiver passing through him. He suddenly felt a surge of guilt. Part of him had actually felt a tiny amount of sexual excitement at the memory of Heather and Melinda being made to go at each other at the House. "I know. But you can't help me, and she's not likely to oblige and wait until the afternoon."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'll have to call Richie and get him to help. Maybe if I call him right now I can catch him before he heads off to play ball with his friends or whatever."

"Okay, but please, call me as soon as you know anything. Leave a message if I'm not here. Just say whether Heather is okay or not, you don't have to leave any more detail than that."

"Will do."

"Bye, Jason. Good luck."

"Thanks. Bye."

Richie's voice, distantly at first and then steadily stronger: " ... fine, don't get your panties in a twist, 'kay, Mom? I'll just be a sec ... Yo."

"Richie, I need your help," said Jason.

"No can do, pardner. About to step out to see my Mom's sister across town for the yearly visit that's supposed to convince her we're not the cheap white trash we look like."

Jason sighed. "Anyway you can get out of it?"

Richie snorted. "Yeah, I wish. Her sister looks like a vulture and smells almost as bad." There was a ruckus in the background and Richie's voice went distant. "Hey, you don't like her either, Mom!" he shouted. "That was nothing considerin' some of the names you call her!"

"Look, Richie, be serious! Something might be wrong with Heather."

"I thought she had gone home sick yesterday."

"She did, but ... I can't explain it, but I think something might be wrong. Nyssa might have gotten to her."

There was a pause at the other end. "Oh, really?" he asked in a hollow voice.

"Yeah, really," Jason said in annoyance. "I might not be able to get out the house for a little bit, since my Dad has chores around here that need to be done. You're just down the block from Heather, can't you just check to see she's okay, and that she hasn't done anything to Melinda?"

"Huh? Melinda? Why do you think ... oh, wait, you mean Heather's going after ... wow, fucking kinky, dude!"

"There's nothing amusing about this, dammit!"

"Okay, okay, Jesus. Between you and my Mom nagging me today, it's a wonder I have such a sunny disposition today."

"Huh, yeah, you do sound chipper today."

"Got big plans for today, dude, after the trip to my aunt's lair."

"I may have to ask you to take a raincheck on them."

Richie laughed. "A big negarino to that, nerd-boy."

"Richie, I'm gambling that Heather can't do anything to Melinda until the parents are away. I need you to help me get into that house somehow and stop them. Cassie did a trick with Ned where she used a diversion at one door to ..."

"Sorry, man, afraid I can't help."

Jason was almost too nonplussed to reply at first. "What??"

"Maybe next time, you know?"

"What the hell are you talking about? You have to do this for me!"

Richie snorted. "Oh yeah? Why?"

"You're in the Harbingers, and Heather is your friend."

"Huh, yeah, a friend. Tell me another one."

"Richie, please ... she might do something to Melinda ... we don't know if any of this can be reversed once it does happen."

Richie sighed and became distant again. "Okay, Mom, I'm coming." He came back loud again. "Gotta go, dude."

"Richie! Wait! Please, you have to ..."

"Dude, chill," Richie said coolly. "About time you learned something about me."

"What's that?"

"I don't have to do anything I don't want to."

Jason blinked in surprise at the abrupt click that followed, and spent the next few moments in stunned surprise listening to a disconnected line.

Sandra glanced at her son in annoyance for perhaps the fourth time since they left the house as she drove towards her sister's house. "All right, out with it," she finally demanded.

Richie took a moment to respond, lost in his own thoughts. "Huh? What?"

Sandra rolled her eyes. "Huh? What?" she repeated mockingly. "If that's how attentive you are in your classes, no wonder you still have fuckin' detention."

"Yeah, fine, whatever," Richie said with a snort.

"So what's going on with you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You've been sitting there since we left the house lookin' like you just smoked something real good," Sandra said sharply. "You're even fuckin' smug about it."

Richie just shrugged. He had not realized that he was being that obvious. All he could think about was Linda Davis and what she was going to be doing for him all day. He was so excited he wished there was someone he could tell about it.

This just made him smile broadly again.

"There it is again," Sandra said. "So what's going on? What have you done this time that you're so sure you got away with and how much is it gonna cost me when we find out that you didn't?"

Richie sighed. "It's nothing like that, Mom."

"Yeah, tell me another one."

"I'm serious! I just ... I just have some plans this afternoon, that's all."

He started to smile again. Something about the way he did that sent a shiver up Sandra's spine. "What plans?"

"They're personal. As in none of your business."

"I'm your mother, remember? Your business is my fuckin' business."

Richie just barely stopped himself from blowing up at his mother. Finally things were going to go right for him. He couldn't afford to have them screwed up this close to getting what he wanted.

He took a moment to calm himself, though his voice still had a sarcastic edge to it when he spoke. "I got sort of a date this afternoon with a girl I've wanted for a while."

Sandra considered this for a moment. She didn't like the sound of that. Or the look on his face as he said it.

"A date?" Sandra asked. "Just a date?"

Richie knew he should just stick with that story, but he felt too smug about what he had done. "Yeah, just like you have 'dates,' huh?"

"Aw, fuck."

"Now you got it."

"Don't be a wiseass, Richie. Goddamn. What did I tell you?"

Richie groaned. "Look, you already had the freakin' safe-sex talk with me, okay?"

"That's not what I mean. Who is it?"

"Who's what?"

"The girl you're about to screw, stupid."

Richie's expression hardened. When his mother got to the point where she started insulting him, it generally had the effect of making him stop talking. This time he felt too emboldened by what he had done to remain silent. "What the fuck difference does it make?"

"You know I told you there are certain people in this town you don't want to mess with!"

Richie laughed.

Sandra pulled the car rather abruptly into a parking space by the side of the street a half-block from her sister's house. She killed the engine and glared at him. "What's so funny?"

"Make up your mind, Mom. What advice do you want me to follow?"

Sandra looked at him in confusion. "Huh?"

"Huh?" Richie mocked in return. "You can have me follow that advice, or ..." He grinned. " ... the really useful advice you gave me the other day."

Sandra frowned. "You're making even less sense than usual."

"Control or be controlled is what you said."

Sandra shuddered. "What?? But that ..." She paused a moment. Her heart was racing. "Richie, please ... tell me you didn't ..."

"Didn't what?! Didn't decide to do something for me for a change? Didn't decide I wanted a piece of what everyone else has?"

Sandra put a trembling hand over her eyes.

"You should be proud of me, you know that? You said control or be controlled. I decided I wanted to control, and that's what I got. Now I'm safe. I get to call the shots. That's what you wanted, right?"

"And does that mean you're going to start 'calling the shots' with me again?!" Sandra shouted. "Like you did over the summer?!"

The both of them were stunned into silence. Sandra for actually giving vent to her fears, and Richie for hearing her mother finally come out and accuse him of the truth.

Richie recovered first and shook his head slowly. "No, Mom. I'm not gonna do that to you."

"Yeah, well, thank heaven for fuckin' small favors, huh?" Sandra snapped. Though there was a sarcastic tone to her voice, there was obvious relief in it as well.

"You're being controlled enough," Richie said in a low, resentful voice. "You don't need me to help you there."

Sandra gave her son a stricken look at first, but it quickly became cold and hard. "Shut up and get out of the car so we can get this over with."

Melinda tried hard to make breakfast last as long as she could. She tried to engage in conversation with her parents as much as possible. She tried to focus on something else other than the slow burn in her pussy that would not go away, or the erotic imagery that would occasionally flicker through the back of her mind.

It finally started to work. She got both her parents engaged in a topic even after breakfast was done and the empty dishes were still lying on the table. But then Heather caught on to her clandestine show of resistance and put a stop to it.

It didn't take much. During a lull in the conversation, Heather simply reached over and placed a hand on Melinda's arm, caressing it lightly. Melinda lost her train of thought immediately and uttered a soft little whimper as her body trembled. Despite looking right at her at the time, her Dad barely seemed to notice what had happened.

"Melinda and I will be spending the day together," Heather said.

"That's a wonderful idea, dear," said Penny with a gentle smile. "It's nice seeing you two get along so well for a change."

"So what are you going to be doing?" David Sovert asked.

Heather grinned. She stroked Melinda's arm. "Let's just say we'll be getting to know each other better."

Melinda wanted to say something. She wanted to try to get her father's attention. But when Heather began touching her again, it was all she could do not to mindlessly mewl in pleasure.

Worst of all, she remembered how he had been oblivious to what was going on between her and Jason. If he could not see something happening right before him, and if her mother could either not see it or not care, then there was no hope under this roof. They didn't even have to be out of the house anymore. It was that bad.

"Well, don't let us keep you, then," said Penny.

Heather withdrew her arm. Melinda forced herself to take a few deep breaths and struggled to think again. As she stood up with everyone else, she managed to blurt out, "I'll help with clearing the table, Mom."

She reached for a plate and picked it up in a shaking hand. Penny placed her hand over Melinda's and gently forced her daughter to lower it.

"I wouldn't dream of it, Melinda. Please, go with your sister. I'll take care of this."

Melinda gave her mother a stricken look, the plate slipping from her fingers and clattering to the table top. Heather came up from behind and placed her hands on Melinda shoulders. Melinda felt her resistance melt away, her eyes growing half-lidded as Heather massaged her shoulders and neck.

"I've got some work to do out in the backyard today, honey," David said to Penny, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Take your time, love," Penny replied. "We'll be just fine."

Melinda mustered enough willpower to turn her eyes forlornly towards her father. He simply smiled at her and headed out of the dining room and through the kitchen to the backyard. Her eyes shimmered, only to close again with a soft sigh of pleasure when Heather slid her hands down Melinda's sides and hips.

Penny turned to the two of them. "I'll let you have your privacy."

"May we close the door, Mom?" asked Heather.

"Yes, of course. You won't be disturbed in the least. I'll make sure of that."

Melinda's heart broke. Now she knew for sure that her own mother was in on this as well. Her mother was purposely making it easier for Heather to enslave her own little sister. Whatever hope she felt there had been for her mother died at that moment.

"Thanks, Mom. You're the best."

"From now on, Heather, anything for you. Anything at all."

The betrayal was so utter, complete, and shocking that it barreled past the Darkness and onto Melinda's face.

Penny looked down and her eyes clouded. Her lips parted, and there was the barest flicker of change from her aura as a tiny sigh of sorrow and sympathy came forth. It was short-lived, and the tumult in Melinda's mind prevented her from seeing it. Instead, she saw the tender smile that came to her mother's lips. She would remember that moment for a very long time, regardless of what happened next.

"It's going to be wonderful, Melinda," Penny said, her voice a touch sultry. Her own pussy grew damp as she spoke. "It ... it won't hurt at all. Please trust me, love"

Melinda could not respond. Her throat seemed to close up on her. She started to squirm under Heather's hands around her hips. Yet there was no mistaking the look in her eyes. It said that Melinda would never trust anything her mother said or did ever again.

Penny saw it. Her facial expression did not change. Yet she blinked away a single tear.

She was about to say something else when the front door bell rang. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'll get that. You two go on and have your fun. Take as long as you need."

She turned away and headed through the living room.

Melinda bit her lip as her mother left. She mustered up every ounce of will she had left, only to feel it begin to slip away from her again as Heather slid her hands under Melinda's shirt and caressed the skin of her sides directly.

"Heather ... please ..." Melinda moaned. "Stop ... don't ... don't do this to me ... don't ... uhhn ..."

Heather slid her hands up and played along the very edge of Melinda's breasts. "It's going to be the most pleasure you've ever had, baby sis," Heather cooed softly in Melinda's ear. "Nothing will be better."

Melinda's pussy started to soak into her panties. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold on for a few more moments.

"Now ... let's go upstairs."

She fought it. For a few seconds she resisted, but it was too powerful for her. Her body trembled and she started to turn towards the stairs.

She was granted a momentary reprieve by a sudden noise from the kitchen that made Heather turn her head and gasp, letting Melinda break free just enough to turn her head as well. At the same time, their mother answered the front door, only to find no one there.

Jason wanted to kick himself. How long had he been hovering near the Sovert house before he thought of the little remote control he came up with for their doorbell? He simply needed an opportunity to use it.

At first he was sure that he would see Heather and Melinda's parents leave the house. Then that would be his cue to ring the front doorbell, and when Heather went to answer it, break in from the back. He had crept along the side of the house and hid in the small alley there waiting for them to leave.

Jason grew increasingly antsy when no one left the house. When he finally did hear something, it was the back door. He carefully crept up to the gate to the back yard until he saw David Sovert. Jason watched with increasing dismay as he went to the shed in the corner, took out some tools, and got to work in a far corner of the yard.

Now he knew he had to change his game plan. He also came to a stark realization about not just the Darkness but Haven itself. This epiphany, however, would have to wait.

Jason was desperate. He had to get in the house and stop this.

His mind raced. If he rang the bell, who would answer the door? Heather? Melinda? Mrs. Sovert? Whoever it was, just a momentary bit of puzzlement over no one at the door would not be enough. He had to do something to make the person curious enough to linger. Or better, to go outside.

Jason ran back to the front corner of the house where he had almost tripped over a small bush. He crouched and wrapped his hands around the stem near the ground and pulled. When it would not budge, he tried digging around it a bit with his hands until it loosened. After a few tries, the bush partially uprooted, partially broke at the stem. It would be good enough.

He glanced about the street to see if anyone was looking. He dashed over to a point on the front walk near the street and dumped the bush there. It was well within sight of the front door.

Jason dashed back along the side of the house and peered over the gate. David was turned away, and there was a large tree between him and Jason. Jason looked down and saw that the gate was latched but not locked from the other side. It was a simple slide lever latch.

Quickly he slipped off his belt. He dangled the buckle on the other side and snagged the handle on the second try. He tugged it up and out of the slot, then pulled the belt to the side to slide it back. He jostled the gate when it wouldn't move at first until it snapped back with a small report. He looked up in fear, but David was still at the far corner of the lawn, intent on his task of digging up a broken sprinkler head.

Jason thrust a hand into his pocket and found the button. He pressed it, and was rewarded with the distant sound of a doorbell.

He didn't wait. He immediately dropped to a crouch and pushed open the gate. He quickly jogged across the grass and up the stairs to the back patio and into the kitchen of the Sovert household.

He took no more than about three steps inside when his eyes fell on Heather and Melinda, and theirs fell on him. For a few moments, all three were too shocked to react.

Jason's eyes widened. The aura on Heather's body was unmistakable. But it was not so much the presence of the aura itself that so astonished him in that moment. The level of detail he was now seeing in the Darkness was as breathtaking as it was frightening. The patterns that had befuddled him in their chaos now amazed him in their complex but logical structure. It was as if something had awakened in his head, enabling him to begin to understand what he was seeing.

But he wasn't ready for this understanding yet. Not now, not with Melinda in trouble.

At this thought, his gaze shifted to Melinda and his heart lurched. He saw where Heather's hands were and his fear and shock turned to anger. His eyes flicked past them until he saw Penny step out of the house and onto the walk.

"Heather ..." Jason began in an urgent whisper.

"You shouldn't have done this, Jason," Heather said. "You ..."

"Heather, back off. Now."

Heather paused. Her aura writhed as if in anger. Melinda whimpered and tried to pull away. Heather responded by cupping Melinda's breasts and squeezing them. Melinda moaned and collapsed back against her big sister.

"Heather, stop it!" Jason hissed. "She's your sister!"

"It doesn't matter, Jason," Heather said in a voice that was husky, but with eyes that were pleading and despairing. "I can't."

"Yes you can, if you want to!"

"That's just it. I don't want to. That's what her power is, Jason. We realized it too late. She makes you want it. You can't stop because you don't want to stop."

"And Melinda? You're going to make her want it too?"

"That's how it works. She'll love it, as if it was what she wanted all along. It's ... it's not that bad. It's ..."

Jason was no longer listening. He surged forward, intending to make a grab for Melinda and pull her away from Heather. Melinda was in such a fog from the intense pleasure radiating through her body that she was barely conscious of what was happening. It was only when she was suddenly yanked from Heather's embrace that she snapped out of it, mewling a protest as she was taken away from the source of her delight.

Heather gasped, giving him a stricken look. The aura around her shuddered violently. Her body shook, fighting the impulse to grab Melinda back from him, as if part of her still wanted Melinda to escape.

Jason tried to pull Melinda to him. He was going to throw an arm around her and take her out the back door of the house.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated. An uprooted bush on the walk was not sufficient a distraction for this long. In his excitement, he did not see Penny Sovert rushing through the living room. It was only when she grabbed Jason's arm and wrenched it back did he understand.

He lost his grip on Melinda. Melinda stood dazed for a moment, and by the time she recovered and started to stagger away, Heather came up from behind and wrapped her arms around Melinda. Melinda uttered a sigh of delight and settled into her sister's arms, what little of her will remained too exhausted to fight anymore.

Penny and Jason stared at each other for a moment. Penny let go of his arm and took a step back. She took a deep breath and let it go before she spoke. "Jason, if you leave quietly now, I'll just forget this happened."

Jason's mouth dropped open. He looked back at Heather. Her aura had surged back and settled to its normal pattern. The shock was almost too much to comprehend. When it had really mattered, he had screwed up. He didn't get there in time. He didn't stop it.

He turned to Penny, his eyes burning. "You know what's going on, don't you? You know exactly what's going on. And you're going to allow it!"

Penny sighed. "Jason, I ..."

"What the hell kind of mother are you?!"

Dead silence followed in the wake of his cutting remark.

"You don't understand the whole story, Jason," Penny said quietly. "You don't have the big picture."

"Oh, yes, I do. I just figured it out myself. I ..." He stopped.

"Yes?"

He shook his head. He only realized now that if he were right, anything he said here might be like saying it right in front of Nyssa. He might have already said too much.

"No, you only think you understand. You really don't. If you did, you'd understand this was for the best. She ... the both of them ... will be safe now."

Jason gaped at her. "Safe??"

He looked over to Heather and Melinda. Heather had a small smile on her face, her eyes distant. Her hands slowly stroked Melinda's sides, occasionally cupping Melinda's breasts. Melinda lay limp against her, moaning and whimpering. The crotch of her shorts were stained dark and glistening.

He looked back to Penny. "You have a hell of a definition of safe."

"They won't be hurt, Jason," Penny said, her eyes hard. "This is the best they can hope for. At least they will be happy. There's no more that will be asked of them."

"Does it ask a lot more of you then?" Jason asked coldly.

Penny did not reply. But the look in her eyes was response enough.

Jason heaved a sigh. The anger drained from his eyes. He looked over to Melinda. After a few seconds, Melinda raised her gaze to his.

"I'm sorry," Jason said, his voice strained. "I tried, Melinda. I really tried. I'm sorry."

Melinda fought through the overwhelming waves of pleasure now rising up from her body into her mind. She swallowed and gave him a slight nod. Her eyes shimmered. She was not angry with him. It wasn't his fault.

"S-stop .... stop h-her ..." Melinda said in a bare whisper. "Stop N-nyssa ... please ..."

"You better leave, Jason," Penny said sternly, pointing to the front door. "Now."

With tremendous effort, he tore his eyes from Melinda and trudged through the living room and out the front door. He pulled the door closed behind him without a word.

Penny watched him go until the door was closed. She turned her gaze back to Heather. "Take her upstairs, Heather," she said in a small, slightly choked voice. She turned away without waiting for a response and retreated into her sewing room, closing the door behind her.

Melinda gave her sister a dreamy smile when Heather's arm went around her waist. Heather chuckled softly. "You're finally giving in, aren't you? It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Uhhn ... yeah ..." Melinda sighed. "Nice ..."

Heather guided her up the stairs. As they grew close to the bedroom, Melinda felt a tiny tendril of her remaining will trying to reassert itself. It could do little more than make her utter a few distressed whimpers and her feet falter a little as she crossed the threshold.

Heather closed the door behind them. Heather came up behind her and reached under her shirt. This time there was nothing delicate about it. She kneaded Melinda's breasts, squeezing them tightly and rubbing at the hardened nipples. Melinda squealed in delight.

"Take off your clothes, baby sis."

Heather withdrew from her. Melinda panted as she hurriedly undressed. Her pussy was sopping, her thighs wet with her moisture. She quivered when she felt Heather's arms slide around her from behind.

"Now, baby sis ..." Heather cooed into Melinda's ear. One hand slipped down to Melinda's sex. "Let go ..."

Heather's fingers squished as they slipped into Melinda's steaming cunt.

Melinda gasped loudly and shuddered. Her teeth clenched and her body tensed in one final act of defiance, then fell limp as her pussy exploded into orgasm. She cried out as the pleasure overwhelmed her, crashing into her mind and erasing the last shreds of resistance. She mewled and moaned as her pussy throbbed and throbbed, and it seemed as if it would never end.

Heather withdrew her hand. Melinda was still panting even as her climax faded. Heather turned Melinda around in her arms. Melinda's eyes rose to Heather's. She gave a desperately needful moan and pressed her lips to her sister's mouth. Their kiss quickly escalated, growing passionate, and then lustful, lips parting and tongues sliding past.

Heather broke off the kiss. "And now, baby sis ... what do you want to do more than anything right now?"

"I want to lick your pussy, Mistress," Melinda breathed.

"And when I cum?"

"I want you to cum over me. Over my face. Please."

Heather smiled and kissed her little sister again. "You're going to be such a good little girl for me, Melinda," Heather cooed as she undressed.

Melinda giggled at this. She felt her pussy grow wet again as she watched Heather strip. Melinda licked her lips, panting lightly as Heather slid her shorts and panties down her legs at the same time. Her eyes dropped to Heather's sex and she shivered in anticipation and growing lust.

Heather went up to her and lightly stroked one of Melinda's nipples. Melinda moaned and trembled. "If you're good, baby sis, if you're really good, maybe I'll take a little taste of you."

"Oh, please ... I'd love to have you lick me, Mistress ..." Melinda moaned.

"Maybe. First things first. You ready?"

Melinda nodded eagerly.

Heather took Melinda's hand and led her over to the bed. Heather climbed on first, lying on her back and spreading her legs wide and invitingly. She stroked the insides of her thighs with her fingers. "Come here, baby sis."

Melinda climbed onto the bed, quivering with need. All her will was consumed in the gently throbbing pleasure from her aroused pussy, which ached and strained for release again, pushing her mind into complete obedience to her sister's desires.

Yet as much as she longed to taste Heather's hot pussy in her mouth, she looked up at her sister and waited for Heather's command.

Heather looked back into Melinda's eyes, eyes now glazed over in mindless obedience to not only Heather's whims but her own body's now burning need to experience pleasure. In that moment, Heather felt a lucidity that she had not had since Nyssa had taken her.

"I don't know why I want this, Melinda," she said softly, her voice weak. "It was the House ... I never felt this way towards you before this ... never ... please believe me ..."

"Please let me lick you, Mistress," Melinda begged. "Please let me make you cum."

Heather drew in her breath sharply. The moment had passed, and in that time, her own lust had risen to overwhelming levels. Her hand stretched forward and she grabbed Melinda's hair, and shoved her little sister's face into her mound.

Melinda uttered a muffled mewling noise and plunged her tongue into Heather's folds. Heather threw her head back and moaned deeply as she felt Melinda lap at her swollen clit with crazed abandon. Melinda panted hard through her nose, inhaling the overpowering musky scent of Heather's arousal, which made her tremble even more with intense excitement.

Melinda clamped her lips to Heather's mound and sucked hard. Heather uttered a shrill cry, panting wildly as she let herself give in to the passion of the moment. She was as helpless in resisting the pleasure building through her body and mind as Melinda was in resisting her blind obedience to her sister's desires.

Resistance for either one of them was no longer possible. The Darkness held full sway over them now. Their sexual desires were driven to such a fever pitch that it was impossible to think of anything else. And in those moments of complete abandon, the Darkness molded them, as it did with the others that Nyssa had taken for it.

Heather threw her head back and cried out. Her back arched sharply and her body tensed as she hovered at the edge of climax. The next second her pussy spasmed and squirted, hot fluid jetting from her mound and into Melinda's face.

Melinda made a wet, gurgling noise and lapped hard and fast as Heather came. Heather cried out over and over as her pussy throbbed. Suddenly Melinda shuddered as well, making a muffled keening noise as she orgasmed from the sheer pleasure of pleasing her Mistress.

Both lovers were panting and perspiring lightly as their mutual climax wound down. Heather bid Melinda to come forward. She drew Melinda into her arms, hugging her tightly.

"See, Melinda, wasn't that nice?" Heather purred as she stroked Melinda's hair. "Wasn't that wonderful? You even came, you were so excited!"

"Mistress, please tell me," Melinda said in a husky and urgent voice. "I need to know."

"Yes?"

"Was I a good little girl?"

Heather smiled. "Even better ... you're my good little girl ..."

Melinda smiled and snuggled lovingly against her big sister.

"And very soon, I'll show you just how much of a good little girl you've been ..."

Melinda sighed with delight and anticipation.

The Darkness looked forward to it as well, as each time would slowly, surely, and permanently alter their minds until this new relationship was completely and utterly natural to them.

And thus now, for Heather and Melinda, the clock was ticking.

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