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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Melinda paused, and then grinned.

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

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

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

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

"I don't believe you."

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

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

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

Heather said nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Though Heather had not sounded very pleased about it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course you do.

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

You see, everyone wants it, Heather.

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

Control. Power. Especially over sex.

"I don't want ..."

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

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

You're even excited just thinking about it.

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

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

"I do not!"

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

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

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

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

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

Now how would you do that?

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

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

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

Yes, that's right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then go upstairs, and wait for them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jason shrugged. "So?"

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

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

Melinda sighed in exasperation and glanced worriedly towards the house.

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

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

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

Melinda just nodded sullenly.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I guess ..."

Jason and Melinda, go upstairs.

Jason stopped.

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

You need to go upstairs, the both of you.

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

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

She gave Jason a horrified look.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Melinda nodded eagerly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh my God ..." Melinda moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Now who's shouting?"

Heather just made a frustrated noise.

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

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

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

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

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

"You think this is funny?" Heather cried.

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

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

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

"You're blushing!" Melinda cackled.

"I AM NOT!"

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

Melinda laughed.

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

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

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

Melinda giggled at this.

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

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

Heather fumed.

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

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

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

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

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

Heather remained silent.

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

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

Melinda and Jason exchanged confused looks.

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

They both shook their heads.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Melinda stared. "She could what??"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heather and Jason burst out laughing at this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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