Devil or Angel

by Jackie

Chapter 1

Debbie turned off the car in her driveway and heaved a sigh. She was tired. She'd been tired for years but her new job was taking a bigger toll than she'd imagined. Clerical work in the city's Planning Office and moonlighting as a waitress was tiring but not mentally exhausting. Since her promotion to Junior Planner the workload and unaccustomed responsibility made the physical fatigue that she was more familiar with seem mild by comparison.

When the demolition project for the old mortuary and mausoleum hit her desk she had no idea what a political football it was. Council was divided on the renewal project that would see the ancient building flattened, so they sent it to City Planning to make the decisions. Her boss was too savvy to touch and so gave it to his most junior Planner. The groups who wanted the old structure preserved as a historical site had a lot of political sway.

Katherine Kloss spearheaded the lobbying by the Historical Society. The woman was as beautiful as she was persistent. Her elegant clothes and refined manner brought back memories of an old school chum; one who'd played a pivotal, if brief, role in her life.

She'd met with the lobbyist on several occasions and each time the strange disconcerting feelings got stronger. It didn't help that Katherine was one of those touchy feely people who always seemed to be too close. Her excusable touches were just her way, but they raised feelings in Debbie that she'd kept buried for a long time. The principal argument that the sensual woman had to offer was the importance of the people whose remains had once been stored in the subject building.

All the human remains had been moved to a more modern facility on the outskirts years ago. So much for a final resting place; the sleep might be eternal but the building wasn't—and so much for miz Kloss' main point of disagreement.

Debbie visited the decrepit building and it gave her the creeps—I mean really gave her the creeps. Looking at the structure she was surprised that it hadn't fallen down all by itself. It had been outlying in its day but it was now on prime real estate that a developer was eyeing for a hi-rise condominium.

For the next week every time she went to sign the demolition order her hand would go numb and she'd put it aside. This morning she'd arrived in the office picked up the order, signed it without even looking at it and sent it over to the Building Department who would tender the demolition contract. To the people who said there were spirits in the building she said the ghosts should have followed the remains to the suburbs. Anyway she wasn't into all that hooey.

'Why did I promise the twins that I'd take them to the mall after work,' she chastised herself. ''Cause ever since you got this job you've worked every weekend... when else are ya gonna go. I should never have agreed to the party in the first place.'

'When did turning thirteen become such and important event?' the stressed urban planner wondered as she got out of the car.

She knew the girl's answer,

'It means we're no longer kids... we're teenagers,' they'd said and started dancing around together as though it was cause for jubilant celebration.

Debbie remembered thinking,

'They're going to find that this wishing to be older thing really doesn't last very long.'

Dragging herself up the front walk she tried to look on the bright side; at least the party was an excuse to take Saturday off. Sarah and Erin were at the kitchen table discussing their party plans when Debbie dropped her purse in the hall and called to them. Both her daughters came running to her and she was wrapped in a double hug that made anything and everything worthwhile. The girls were still dressed in their school uniforms which surprised Miz Jackman somewhat.

"What have you two been up to that you didn't even find the time to change?" she asked as they were headed back out the door.

"Erin wants to invite Emily Peterson and I don't," Sarah volunteered as they got into the car. "We've been arguing about it ever since we got home and I guess we lost track of the time."

The name didn't ring a bell with the red-haired thirty year old driving the car so she asked for clarification,

"Who's Emily Peterson and why don't you want her to come?"

"She's a girl who went to our school last year, but she's in high school now and—"

"And she's a dyke!" Sarah interjected.

"That's just a rumor!" Erin countered.

"Yeah well Melissa said she saw it with her own eyes, Emily and this other girl kissing in the washroom."

"I don't believe it and... and I really like Emily. Remember how nice she was to us when we first moved here?" Erin attempted to mount a defense.

"Are you saying Melissa is lying?" Sarah asked indignantly.

"No I think she's just exaggerating. She didn't actually see it she just heard about it like everybody else."

"Girls, girls!" Debbie intervened, "the guest list has to be unanimous so if one of you says no then it's no."

"But mommy—" Erin tried to plead with the official.

"Tut, tut... don't try to convince me you have to convince your sister." The call was upheld.

There was silence in the car as missus Jackman maneuvered through rush hour traffic. She wished the girls had kept arguing so her mind wouldn't replay her own high school disaster. It was pretty much inevitable, given what little she knew about Emily, it sounded like déjà vu.

It had been a crisp fall afternoon and the whole school was let out to watch school's football team. Debbie had always admired Olivia, a girl in her class who was a year older than everybody else. Her parents were in the military and they moved around so much that she'd lost a year. Olivia was so sophisticated compared to the yokels in the small town Debbie grew up in. She'd traveled all over the world and had a style all her own; unlike the inbred cliquishness of the rest of her classmates.

It didn't take long for the two friends to get bored with the boys trying to bash each other's brains in so when Olivia suggested that they go for a walk Debbie agreed immediately. They were behind one of the portables when Olivia asked her if she had a boyfriend. Debbie recalled not being embarrassed to tell her army brat companion that she had never even been on a date. After all she was a just a freshman. The helpful girl offered to show her the correct method of kissing and although it surprised her and made her feel kind of funny she'd consented. Her teacher smelled and tasted faintly of cinnamon.

They were actively engaged in the lesson when Patty Boyd and another girl she didn't recognize came out of one of the portables. Debbie remembered jumping back leaving Olivia kissing air but she knew the damage was already done. Patty was a notorious blabber mouth. Sure enough before lunch the next day the whole school had heard about it; as easily as that her reputation was destroyed.

It wasn't long before the word reached her parents. Her father had gone ballistic; which was a bad thing considering his age. Her parents had been trying for years to conceive a child before her mother finally succeeded just short of her fortieth birthday. Her father was six years older than her mother so when the unfortunate indiscretion occurred he was about to turn sixty. Debbie was grounded for a month. She saw Olivia at school but avoided her like the plague. She had become a pariah. Olivia had too, but she had the great good fortune to move away a couple of months later leaving Debbie alone to face the scorn.

Miz Jackman tried to force the remembrance from her mind which was quite impossible considering what a lasting impact it had on her whole life, but she didn't normally relive it in this kind of detail. It could have been easier if she hadn't caught the twins doing a similar experiment a couple of weeks ago.

She'd come home late as usual and found them on the rec-room sofa brushing lips and tongues. She regretted how brutal her reaction had been, but given her history she felt justified up to a point. Her girls didn't know anything about their mother's fall from grace and were shocked by how upset she got over such a little thing. Debbie didn't take that part into account.

As might be expected there wasn't a parking spot anywhere near the mall.

"You should try the other side mom," Sarah suggested.

There was nothing to loose but more time so Debbie decided to try it. The clock on the dash indicated five-ten. With the stores closing at six they had precious little time to waste. To her surprise there were spaces over there. Once they were parked the mother of the twins was pleased to see her two, soon to be thirteen year old daughters skipping hand in hand toward the entrance to the shopping center. The way they were walking caused the short plaid skirts to sway provocatively. She made a mental note to talk to them about that soon and started to follow.

Inside the door to the mall Debbie paused trying to get her bearings. She wasn't very familiar with this part and started looking for the well concealed map.

'They don't want you to know where you are… they're hoping you'll wander around looking for what you came for and buy a bunch of other stuff that you didn't have on the list while you're lost.'

Heading for the point where the entry way joined the main gallery she noticed a little alcove. She didn't recall ever seeing it before but she was in unfamiliar territory. There was only one shop in the alcove and it was called "Party Hearty" a store specializing in party supplies.

"There is a God!" she said out loud and called to the girls who were twenty feet ahead. "Here's what we need girls," she called after them.

Debbie turned into the recess off the aisle way and the teenagers followed. The end of the short passage was boarded over and a large sign that read "Coming soon" had been plastered on it. It didn't say what was coming soon. It was of no concern to the tired mother anyway, all she wanted was to get the party supplies and get home into a hot bath.

On this mission she was mainly chauffer and financial support. Erin and Sarah had already given her a wish list which is why she'd suggested that they pick up the items themselves. The protective mother kept her daughters within sight while she browsed the little shop.

Her first impression of the woman behind the counter was that she was either the owner or a part time retired person tending the till.

'She'd too old to be doing this as a regular job,' she concluded. 'Poor thing probably out lived her retirement investments and now she has to take a job if she wants to eat.'

The closer she got to the counter the older the woman looked. Debbie's eyes went from the displays to her girls to the lady behind the counter as she strolled. When she was directly in front of the cash register the old woman smiled at her and the thought occurred,

'I bet she was a knock-out in her day.'

Somehow the shopper was having trouble focusing on the shopkeeper's face. It seemed to be shimmering or something. Debbie blinked a few times but it didn't seem to help. She made a mental note to get her eyes checked.

Arriving at a display of toy dolls the fatigued mother started reminiscing about when the twins were younger and spent hours playing together with their dolls. One in particular caught her attention and she picked it up. It wasn't like any doll she'd ever seen before. The beautiful golden blonde hair felt real and the skin, what ever kind of plastic it was made out of, was amazingly lifelike too. It even felt warm to the touch. The face was gorgeous and the final thing that struck her as odd was that the baby doll seemed to have a raised portion on its chest representing breasts.

'This isn't a baby doll,' she realized and she turned the toy over looking for a price.

Some part of her wanted to buy the toy for which she had absolutely no use. It felt so good in her hands that she had to force herself to put it back on the shelf. Glancing over at the cash she noticed that the old woman was gone. Her eyes scanned the store for Erin and Sarah and her heart stopped. They were nowhere to be seen. She fought back the instantaneous panic that was urging her to shout their names, and went in the direction of where she'd last seen them.

Not there!

A huge hot hand gripped her bowels and she went to the next aisle.

There they were crouched down looking a party favors on the bottom shelf. The wave of relief made her dizzy.

"Your daughters are beautiful." The voice from directly behind her startled Debbie and she spun around sharply.

The very pretty face of the girl—young woman—who'd spoken shimmered before her eyes. Her fine delicate features surrounded by a mop of blonde curls seemed to have a liquid quality about them. The young woman had startlingly blue eyes, but even as she looked into them they seemed to change. The color went from very pale almost like ice to a very deep shade bordering on indigo. It was like a monochromatic wheel slowly turning and she found it hypnotic. Debbie put the visual anomaly down to her quick movement and stressed condition.

"I'm Lilith," the beautiful young woman identified herself. "If you have any questions, or need any help I'll be right over there," she made a gesture in the direction of the vacant cash.

"I thought... what happened to the older lady who was there?"

"Oh you mean Dora... she tires really quickly. She's gone for a... a rest," the salesgirl responded with a laugh in her voice.

Debbie blinked trying to get her eyes to focus properly on the beautiful young face.

'She looks familiar. If I could just get my vision to clear maybe I could figure out where I know her from.'

The cutie was walking away from her and she realized that she wasn't just a pretty face. The dress the shopkeeper was wearing hugged her dangerous curves as though the garment had been tailored for her by a master. Debbie ignored the tiny surge she felt watching the pert posterior cross the store and settle into the chair behind the counter.

'She looks a little like Olivia,' the perplexed woman thought when she was able to see the girl's face again.

Her face wasn't clearer at the greater distance it was just that the soft focus was less disconcerting.

'I'm gonna make an appointment to get my eyes checked tomorrow' she was thinking when it came to her; 'She looks just like the doll!'

Debbie went back over to find the toy again so she could make a direct comparison. It wasn't there. She knew exactly where she'd put it and there were no other customers in the store.

'Where could it have gone?'

She knew with certainty that she was looking in the right place but she started scanning the other shelves anyway. Frustrated and confused was how she felt when her happy-go-lucky daughters accosted her with their treasures. The prospect that she might be finished for the day and could go and have that relaxing bath pushed the consternation to the back of her mind.

The girls were particularly thrilled by the game of "Twister" that they'd chosen and were gushing about how much fun it would be at the party as they headed for the cash.

Lilith stood up as they approached and Debbie was surer than ever that the girl was a dead ringer for the doll she wished she could find again. As she set the basket of party supplies on the counter Erin cried out in alarm,

"We forgot the balloons!"

Immediately she and Sarah were on their way back toward the shelves. Their mother glanced at her watch and saw that it was past six.

"Hurry up girls the store is closing," she called after them and turned back to the curly haired blonde behind the counter. "I'm sorry we're keeping you late," she apologized.

"Oh no problem," the shopkeeper said. "I haven't been in town long and I'm living in a rooming house. All I've got is a bed and a TV so I'm not in that big a rush to get back there."

The young woman's expression did not match her words. The off-handed way she spoke was in contrast to the strained expression on her face. She looked as though she was straining to lift something very heavy. Debbie's mind suddenly went blank and she felt pressure in her head like the beginnings of a headache. Later she would think that the shopkeeper's eyes looked almost ultra-violet at that moment and

"Why don't you come and stay with us?"

Before the words were out of her mouth missus Jackman couldn't believe what she'd said. The girl behind the counter had an inscrutable smile on her face.

'What am I saying!' How can I be inviting this young woman that I don't even know to come and live in our home?' Debbie's heart sank into her bowels and she just stood there in shock at the offer she'd made. 'Where in the name of God did that ever come from?'

"That is so sweet of you." The cute little blonde enthused.

'She knew I was going to say that before I did,' was the thought that forced itself into the shocked woman's mind.

"Uh… well, uh… what I mean is—" she was trying to figure out how to take it back.

"Oh I know just until I find something more suitable… no problem, I'm sure I'll be able to find something in a couple of weeks… maybe less, even though there is quite a shortage of apartments just now. I'm so grateful to accept your kind offer."

There it was; the last faint hope dashed. The girl might have turned it down. She might have shown concern for what an imposition it would be, giving the distraught woman an opportunity to reconsider, but she didn't hesitate a single beat.

The girls were back and Lilith was ringing up the purchases.

Debbie was driving home, her daughters bubbling with excitement in the back seat, she was trying to remember if she'd paid,

'Did I get the right change?'

Everything after she'd apologized to the ravishing little blonde salesgirl for keeping her open late was fuzzy; and now she actually did have a bit of a headache.

She nearly hit the girl standing in the driveway. As she turned off her ignition Lilith moved to a position beside her door. Thoughts memories and emotions all tumbled and collided inside the twin's mother.

'How could she possibly get here before us… I don't even remember giving her the address… Oh my God I asked her to come live with us! Where's she going to sleep?'

All the bedrooms in the four bedroom house were already spoken for. Each of the Jackman women had one and the fourth was a kind of study, crafts room by way of junk collector. It would take a week of hard work to make it into a bedroom again.

'The only place is the basement rec-room.'

It did have a sofa bed and was used on those rare occasions when they had overnight guests. Debbie felt a minor wave of relief at coming up with at least that much of a solution to her incredible mis-speak.

'There's a bathroom down there… it wouldn't actually take much to make it into a basement apartment… maybe it won't be that bad' the beleaguered home owner concluded trying to find some consolation.

Sarah and Erin had been so wrapped up in their party plans that they didn't notice anything amiss until they got out of the car. Seeing the girl from the party store standing in their driveway they looked to their mother with puzzled expressions.

"Lilith is going to be staying with us for… for… awhile," she informed the twins.

The cute little faces framed by the short orangey-red hair still looked confused but said,

"Cool," in unison and then began retrieving their party stuff from the back seat of the family sedan.

'Kids are so flexible,' she thought. 'Anyway they're so hyped up on this party that not much else is getting through right now.'

Lilith was standing patiently holding a very tiny suit case.

"Let me show you where you'll be staying," Debbie announced as she headed for the house.

The girls clamored upstairs toward their rooms while their mother led their house guest downstairs. Two leather sofas and a big comfy looking armchair were grouped around a large wood and glass coffee table. On one wall there was an LCD TV on the other a nicely stocked bar. The wall over the couch had a large abstract painting in colors that complimented the burgundy furniture and the dark hardwood floor.

"The bathroom is through that door beside the bar, and the sofa along the wall pulls out into a bed," Debbie explained. "I'll give you a hand with that later. Right now I'm going to go and get dinner started while you settle in." So saying she turned back up the stairs.

"Can I help? I'm quite handy in the kitchen... matter of necessity ya know." Debbie was pleased with her house guest's manners and got more than a slight thrill from the lovely laugh that accompanied her last statement. "I really don't have much stuff to put away or anything."

That wasn't much of a revelation Debbie had seen many briefcases bigger than Lilith's suitcase.

There wasn't much to do. The stew in the slow cooker had gone to stand-by mode almost an hour ago. Debbie threw some vegetables and lettuce into the sink that she'd started filling with water and asked her helper to wash them while she set the table.

"So are you and the older lady... uh, at the store related," the woman with the handful of flatware asked, attempting to get to know the young woman she invited to live under her roof a little better.

"You mean Dora...yeah sort of," the girl at the sink replied with a bit of a chuckle.

It was only a partial answer and the mother of the twins worked her way around the table setting places and waiting for more. When no further information came she looked at the curly haired blonde who was preparing to start cutting the salad ingredients. Debbie noticed that somewhat strained look on the salesgirl's face just before her mild headache gave a loud throb and she suddenly forgot what they'd been talking about.

'I gotta get this dinner on the table,' she thought feeling some urgency. 'That nice hot bath will have this headache gone in no time.'

Sticking her head out the kitchen door she called up the stairs,

"Girls, come on for supper."

She returned and started ladling the stew into bowls. That's when Lilith informed her host that she'd already eaten; there was no need to dish any up for her. Debbie felt guilty about having their guest help when it turned out she wasn't going to dine with them but she had set a salad dressing out and Lilith tossed it together with the ingredients that she'd just cut nevertheless. She was transferring her efforts into the salad bowls when Sarah and Erin arrived. The teenagers babbling on and on about the party left little room for any other conversation.

The soon-to-be teenagers were put in charge of clean up. To their mother's delight and surprise there was virtually no argument. Debbie figured it was out of deference to the fact that they had a guest. Having the cute little blonde around might have its advantages. She announced her intention to go soak in the tub and saw Lilith head downstairs while she made her way up.

As she was sinking into the warm bubbles she felt her tension and headache melt away before she was even totally immersed. Lying with her head against the inflatable pillow she was in some twilight world—not asleep but not awake either. Like an act of self-flagellation her mind drifted back to her freshman year in high school. She was thinking about the events as though it wasn't her life; she was an objective observer.

During her month in solitary confinement, after being caught kissing the army brat, Debbie vowed that she'd somehow overcome the stigma. It was equal parts teenaged rebellion, and a need to prove to everyone, not least of all herself, that she wasn't a lesbian. She had enjoyed that kiss, what little there was of it, way too much and would have loved to try it again in more privacy but she was never going to take that chance. Instead she set about seducing every boy who looked her way. There were lots looking her way right from the start. Their kisses and fondling did nothing for her but that wasn't the point. Her nubile precociously developed body topped with the natural red curls had even the upper classmen's tongues hanging out. It was particularly satisfying the day she fucked Patty Boyd's boyfriend behind the fateful portable.

Trouble was that she spent her energy hammering out a reputation as a girl of easy virtue and next to no effort was put into the safety of the enterprise.

It was the summer between her junior and senior years when the odds caught up with her. She got pregnant. She wasn't protecting the boy as her parents had concluded. It was impossible, short of a paternity test, to figure out which one it was, out of the five or six that it could have been. Debbie decided that owning up to having sex with that many different boys in a two month time span was more damaging than keeping her mouth shut. It got her kicked out.

She'd had a lot of time in the home for unwed mothers to consider her future and it looked pretty bleak. After the twins were born her father continued to disown her. Her mother snuck by a couple of times for a visit without his knowledge. She never saw her father alive again. A massive coronary prematurely ended his life less than a year after he'd kicked Debbie out.

She recalled feeling sincere remorse knowing that, in large part, she was responsible; but on the other hand it worked to her advantage. With the old man no longer there to hold the grudge her mother accepted her back. Being kept away from her grandchildren was cruel and unusual punishment for the woman who had waited over half her life for a baby of her own.

Living in her childhood home wasn't easy—too many bad memories. She was able to get her GED and a college diploma in Urban Planning. Right after the twins started school she landed a job with the city.

It had taken nearly eight years of doing clerical and grunt work but six months ago one of the Planners retired and she was perfectly positioned to get the promotion. Harold, her predecessor, had quit working about a year before he actually retired leaving a desk full of overdue tasks. She was slowly witling them down but putting in very long hours to do it.

The bath had cooled to the lower end of comfortable. She washed quickly and donned her silk dressing gown before heading for her bedroom. Her orderly brain made a checklist; see if Lilith needed anything, help her set up the bed, say goodnight to the girls and hit the sack early for the first time in a long while.

She arrived in the basement and was surprised to find the bed already deployed but no Lilith in sight.

'She's pretty handy,' Debbie thought 'not to mention strong... I don't know if I could have moved that coffee table out of the way all by myself'

She was standing there admiring her house guest's efforts when the bathroom door opened. The blonde curly hair was damp but not soaking and she was totally naked.

"Oh I'm sorry!" Debbie apologized for the intrusion.

It wasn't as though the young woman had a door to her room that she could close. Miz Jackman tried to turn away—to go back up the stairs—but her body was frozen in place. She wanted to look away but she couldn't seem to do that either. Her eyes were fixed on what surely was the perfect female form. Lilith stood in the doorway with a Mona Lisa smile showing no sign of modesty or embarrassment whatsoever.

Debbie took in the whole package and then, against her will, began to break the vision down piece by piece. The young woman's breasts were high, very full and round. Though she was no expert on the subject, they looked like implants—just too big to be that high and firm. Somehow she knew that they were natural. Pointing directly at her like a second set of eyes were the perfectly round dusty pink circles of her areola. The darker pink nipple in the center projected just enough to be noticeable. Down the slender torso to the necked in portion of the hour glass then the hips flared, not really wide, but wide enough to convey the classic shape. Slender perfect thighs, softly padded knees and shapely calves tapered down to tiny little feet, she was flawless.

Her inability to move—not even able to turn her head—should have been scary but she was so entranced by the sight of the girl's perfect body that she'd stopped trying to escape. The low rumbling vibration in her tummy was augmented by a fluttery feeling between her legs and Debbie recognized the onset of arousal. The feeling in her vulva drew her eyes to the juncture of her house guest's thighs. A small tuft of golden fleece adorned the top of the demure looking crease below. The stunning young woman's mons and outer labia looked very plump.

For the past twelve years Debbie had repressed every sexual thought. The last time she remembered being highly aroused was when she was breast feeding. She'd tried to suppress that too and was ashamed of the incredible sensations nursing her daughters had evoked. She'd weaned the twins early because she felt like she was perverted. As far as she was concerned all her sexual encounters had ever gotten her was heartache and misery. That wasn't strictly true. Sarah and Erin were the joy of her life and they were the only lasting symbol of her rebellious sexuality. She had decided to adopt celibacy. She denied pleasures of the flesh in all forms and intended to counsel her girls to do the same when the time was right. She didn't realize that although that ship hadn't sailed the mooring lines were off.

Time had ceased to exist, standing in her basement looking at the epitome of feminine perfection. It could have been a few seconds or a few minutes before the salesgirl started to move toward her. The movement made her look back up to the young woman's face. Debbie's motor control was still out of order and evidently her vision was back on the fritz because the face she saw wasn't Lilith's it was Katherine's. She felt the incredibly firm round breast touch hers through her silky gown. There was a faint odor of cinnamon and something else, a sort of earthy smell, as the vision brushed lips with her.

Chapter 2

Upstairs the girls had resurrected their earlier disagreement. Actually it was Erin who reopened the argument.

"Tell me again why Emily can't come," she asked her sister.

Erin was sitting on the bureau in Sarah's room while Sarah lay on her tummy on her bed; propped up on her elbows and reading the directions for Twister. The girl sitting on the dresser felt that vague tickly feeling in her crotch as she watched her sister kicking her legs, which had caused the short kilt to ride up exposing her round little butt encased in the white cotton panties.

"I just don't want mom to get upset that's all"

"Why would she be upset?"

"Don't ya remember how she reacted that time she caught us practice kissing?" the girl on the bed asked but made no effort to look at her sister.

In a way it was an absurd question. The event had occurred only a month ago and their mother's outburst had been unlike anything they'd ever seen before—unforgettable.

"Yeah... so?" the girl with the tickly pussy probed.

"Well I just think that having her here is gonna bring all that kinda stuff up. The other girls will know about it and it's bound to cause, uh, like... like I don't know—" she paused searching for a way to express herself. "Somebody's gonna say something and then it'll get like tense and everything."

At that point she turned toward Erin to gauge her sister's reaction and felt her stomach do a quick little flip. Her twin was waggling her legs open and closed as she sat on the dresser. When she spread them Sarah was treated to a glimpse of the stretched crotch of Erin's panties. She knew what was under there—sort of.

The girls weren't shy around each other and regularly saw the other naked. They were so similar in so many ways that the twin on the bed wanted to see if the development between their legs matched the rest. The thought of getting a real close up look at her sister's kitty made her feel really funny; kind of like nervous. She wished she had the nerve to ask but there was something deep down that was telling her it was wrong.

The practice kiss a couple of weeks ago had made her nipples go really stiff, and made her cookie feel hot. The way her mother had blown a fuse reinforced her suspicion that they were treading on dangerous ground. Dangerous or not she wished they could try it again but neither one could overcome the blockage created by their mom's outburst.

For the girl sitting on the bureau the tickly feeling had become an itch. Her coochie was becoming so demanding that she couldn't concentrate on the conversation anymore. She popped herself down and announced,

"I'm gonna take a shower."

Without further adieu she exited her sister's room.

Chapter 3

The sash on Debbie's dressing gown undid itself and an unseen force pushed it back off her shoulders. Still totally paralyzed there was nothing she could do as it fell to the floor. She was as naked as the vision of loveliness that was so tenderly touching her lips. The fragrance of the naked being reminded her of digging in the garden while chewing cinnamon gum.

It wasn't surreal, it was totally unreal. She felt light, as though she was floating. The room was spinning and the next second she was lying in the sofa bed. Her legs were spread wide and her muscles still seemed beyond her control. She wanted to close her legs to at least retain that much modesty but she couldn't. Her house guest was no longer in sight and all of her erogenous zones were sparking like live wires on a rain soaked street.

She wasn't aware of it arriving it seemed to materialize out of thin air. The split crease with the little blonde tuft above it was directly over her face. Her mind was never allowed to go there. The idea of using her mouth on another woman's sex was a concept so deeply suppressed that it was as though the thought had never occurred—she knew that wasn't true. Watching the first vulva that she'd ever seen descending toward her face she felt as though someone or something had cranked up the voltage on the sparking wires.

When she felt the buttery soft damp flesh on her nose and lips, and the soft curly hairs on her chin her tongue reached out automatically. The girl's labia welcomed her probing by releasing a flood of thick juicy fluid. The incredible feel of the hot little pussy on her face was suddenly eclipsed by a rocket of pleasure shooting up from between her legs. The never before experienced sensations made her brain send out commands to all her muscles at once.

She knew that she should be twitching and jerking like a person caught on a high tension wire but she didn't move at all. She wanted to move—needed to move—she just couldn't. Her total paralysis made the sensations almost unbearable. The only part of her body that she had any control over was her mouth and she put all of the pent up energy into it sucking and lashing the fabulous feeling girlhood that was squirming on her face. A gigantic wave of heat enveloped her and everything went black.

When the light began to glimmer again she was surprised to find that she could move. There seemed to be nothing above her, on top of her, as she lay on the bed. Tentatively she opened her eyes afraid of what she would see. She didn't believe it at first so she closed them again like hitting a reset button, but no, her first impression had been correct. She was in her own room, in her own bed, there was nobody else there.

'What the hell just happened?' her tortured mind screamed.

Chapter 4

In the morning Debbie was even less clear on what had happened. When she'd fallen asleep she was sure that she'd gone downstairs to help Lilith with the bed and seen her guest getting out of the shower. As she was putting breakfast foods on the table the fuzziness had expanded and she now wasn't even positive that she'd gone downstairs in the first place.

Sarah and Erin stumbled into the kitchen one after the other. Eyes half closed and red curls matted to their heads they plopped down at the table and poured themselves a bowl of cereal. Before she sat down the young mother marveled at how much her daughter's looked like she had at the same age.

Neither of them had much shape yet. The small bumps on their chests weren't very noticeable except that in the morning they always sported nipple erections; probably as a result of getting out of the nice warm bed or the friction of the night shirt. The hard little centers poking against the thin cotton made Debbie think about the first time she discovered how sensitive her little raisins were. They weren't raisins anymore, more like kidney beans, and just thinking about them had them rising to attention and tingling. She turned away from the table and rubbed her boobs with the heels of her hands to make them retract. They never were completely flat but they didn't need to be standing out their full one inch length either.

'I wonder if they've discovered their pleasure centers yet?'

The question made her shudder as she took her place at the table. The memory of the orgasm she'd had last night made her feel sort of warm all over. It was the first one in many years. She'd forgotten or at least forced herself not to remember those intense sensations but last night had severely damaged the wall that she'd built around those memories. The fact that she couldn't even recall for certain what had caused her climax made it just that much more disturbing.

"Good morning girls did you sleep well?"

All she got was a stereo affirmative grunt as the twins continued to shovel the cereal into their mouths. It was all she expected.

'Not morning people,' she thought, again remembering her own adolescence.

When was it that her boobs had really started to blossom? She thought it had been around fourteen. About the same time that she'd decided to go out of her way to prove her heterosexuality. The boys rough hands on her tender developing boobies made her shudder again. Her mind automatically connected it to the thing—the kiss—that had spawned her descent into promiscuity.

Olivia's lips had been so soft, so tender. It amazed the City's newest planner how clear the recollection of that one moment of indiscretion was. Surely it was etched on her brain because of its dire life changing consequences but it didn't seem like that. The kiss seemed like a high; one she had revisited last night.

'Was that all a dream?' Debbie felt her pussy twitch and concluding that she'd never know—tried to push the whole thing from her mind.

In spite of their sleepy-headedness the girls were finished breakfast and on their way back up stairs to get ready for school. There'd been no sign of and not peep from their house guest. Debbie was about to go down and check on her and changed her mind. Instead she called from the top of the stairs.

"Lilith I have breakfast out on the table… What time do you have to leave?"

Missus Jackman was relieved to hear the voice from the basement respond,

"That's OK I don't eat…" there was a pause for several seconds, and then "—eat breakfast… I don't eat breakfast." To Debbie it sounded like the salesgirl was hoarse or had a cold.

'Either that or she's really old,' she chuckled to herself, because that was what she actually thought; it sounded like the voice of a very old woman.

She hadn't gotten an answer to the question about leaving but, in a way, it was none of her concern. Not hearing anymore from the rec-room she went upstairs to finish her own preparations.

When she came back down she saw the blonde curly haired salesgirl near the front door and it took her breath away. She wore a jersey knit dress that hugged her figure like a second skin. The image of the young woman standing nude in the washroom doorway invaded her mind. The soon to be late for work City Planner tried to erase the image but the damage was already done. With the recollection of that stunning naked body came the memory of the intense orgasm—the one she had not been able to fully explain. The climax had been real enough it was the events that lead up to it that she was unsure of.

She had to get going!

"Can I drop you somewhere?" she asked her guest as she picked up her purse from the hall table.

Standing this close to the young woman she marveled at the lack of underwear lines. The problem with dresses that clingy was that lines from your bra and panties always showed through. The blue jersey knit dress showed none of the unsightly bumps.

'Maybe she's not wearing any—' the thought made the redheaded mother shiver as she was opening the front door.

"No thanks... I'm OK," the curvy salesgirl answered, and they went out the front door together.

Debbie got into her car and saw the young woman in her rearview mirror turn to walk up the residential street toward the main thoroughfare. From habit, the twin's mother checked all of her mirrors and only when she was satisfied that everything was correctly adjusted, did she turn and back out of the drive. Turning the wheel to the right she backed the car onto the road, popped it into drive and headed toward the main drag that would take her to the expressway. She was thinking about the three bus changes and the hour or more the young woman from the shop was facing on the transit system.

'When I pass her I'll give her one last chance to by-pass some of it,' she was thinking as she cruised quite slowly down her street.

She rolled down the passenger side window in preparation to hail the girl. When she reached the traffic signal it was red. She looked over her shoulder back down the street. Driving by she'd seen no sign of her house guest and assumed that somehow she'd missed her, but looking back she still didn't see the woman in the clinging blue dress.

'It's got to be three hundred yards from my place to the intersection,' she estimated. 'An Olympic sprinter couldn't have covered the distance that fast!'

Nevertheless there was no sign of Lilith and the light turned green so she made her turn toward the on-ramp wondering where the nymph had gotten to. Debbie put thoughts of her unwanted house guest out of her mind as she merged into the congested freeway traffic. She was starting to plan her day.

Chapter 5

Sarah and Erin were collecting their school books into their backpacks; both dressed in the official white blouses and tartan wraparound skirts. The twins met at the front door and Sarah locked it behind them as they set off on the fifteen minute walk to school. They talked very little as they walked. The twins were both thinking about their party guest list. Their mom had set a ceiling of ten and there were really only two spots open; one was the result of Sarah's veto of Emily. Erin was pretty sure that her sister was going to invite Bethany which left her with one pick.

"What do you think about inviting Ursula?" Erin tested the waters with her picky sibling.

"She's the new girl isn't she?"

"Yeah her dad's in the army and he was just stationed here last month."

"I've barely even seen her… do you know her well enough to invite her?" Sarah challenged.

"Yeah I think she's nice and it would give us a chance to get to know her better," Erin justified.

"It's up to you I'm gonna invite Bethany today and then I'm done."

They'd arrived at the front door of the school and went their separate ways to their lockers. Erin had made up her mind by the time she arrived in her home room to approach Ursula. She would have been shocked to know how similar her classmate's credentials were to a certain figure from her mother's past. What attracted the more liberal twin to the newest student at their middle school was her precocious development. The girl with the enlisted father was round in all the right places. Maybe just a tad on the heavy side to be fashionable but the newcomer's bust fascinated the less developed twin.

'I hope I get to play Twister with her,' Erin fantasized about pressing against the well padded physique and felt a little tickle in her coochie.

Chapter 6

Traffic was worse than usual and Debbie was late getting into the office. She'd just completed booting up her computer and logging in when her boss poked his head over the partition. He asked about several open files. The junior planner tried her best not to be defensive but in honesty, when she described her progress on each she knew it wasn't good. She could see the expression on Mister McKenna's face getting darker by the moment.

"What about this one?" he asked picking up the mausoleum file.

Debbie was flabbergasted and couldn't say anything.

'I sent that to Building... I know I did!'

"Uh, it's ready to go... uh, to Building," she finally stammered.

"Then why is it still here?" he demanded sternly but the question was evidently rhetorical since he turned and stomped off before she could answer.

The rest of the morning wasn't any better. She had twenty e-mails mostly from builders wanting to know the status of their projects and the phone wouldn't stop ringing. The only bright side was that half the calls were from the same companies that had sent e-mails.

By noon she was frustrated, nervous and hungry. Just as she was about to slip out for a bite, she saw Katherine Kloss enter the office.

"Oh Christ that's all I need," she said under her breath as the stunning woman approached.

Debbie was the only woman in the office above the rank of clerk. Every one of the male eyes was on the tall brunette as she strode with the confidence and grace of a dancer down the aisle between the cubicles; little wonder. Katherine was a couple of inches taller than Debbie which made her about five-eight. The cream colored suit was immaculately tailored and obviously expensive. The fitted jacket thrust out in the front to cover her substantial bust and parted in the middle to reveal a sky blue silk blouse. The besieged Planner was pretending not to have noticed her when Katherine stopped in the entry way of the office cubicle.

"Hi Debbie," she greeted, and when the redhead seated at the desk looked up, Katherine continued; "can I buy you lunch?"

Turning her head toward her uninvited guest the first thing she saw were the shapely bare legs below the short tight skirt. There was just enough of a heel on her beige pumps to tighten her calves. The seated woman was disturbed by the trembling feeling between her legs as her scan progressed up the skirt, noting how the fitted jacket flared over the Lobbyist's hips and then pinched in at the waist. The cut made chestnut haired woman's bust look even bigger which Debbie thought was a mistake because it needed no enhancement.

Kathy was used to being scrutinized and frankly enjoyed it. Getting a thorough going over by men was boring in that it was constant, but the sophisticated representative of the Historical Society got a tingly feeling in her erogenous zones when she got the same level of attention from a woman.

"I'm really really busy," Debbie inferred a rejection of the invite.

"Yeah but you've got to eat," the striking brunette pleaded.

Debbie found herself getting lost in the woman's deep brown eyes and wondering how old the Lobbyist was. Her face was ageless; she could have been anywhere from twenty something to forty something. The pouty, sort of disappointed, expression on Katherine's beautiful face melted her reservations.

"I was just gonna pop out for a quick sandwich."

"Oh we can do better than that," her visitor assured taking her by the elbow and almost lifting her out of her chair, "and it won't take long... promise."

The junior Planner stammered a feeble protest but they were already exiting the office and standing in front of the elevators.

The Lexus convertible was parked right in front of City Hall in the area reserved for police and dignitaries. Word was that an unauthorized vehicle parked there would get towed in less than ten minutes. She saw her luncheon date and the cop on duty exchange glances as they arrived at the car. His eyes drank in Miz Kloss' figure Debbie was sure it wasn't the first time. She was mindful to keep her legs together as she pivoted and swung them into the car. Without looking she knew the officer was waiting for a free show. Her skirt wasn't quite as short as Katherine's but short enough to cause indecent exposure if the maneuver wasn't performed with some care. Debbie was pretty sure the cop was wishing that he was on the other side since the driver made no such effort.

Debbie found herself unexpectedly relaxed as they made their way through downtown traffic. She was trying to remember the last time she'd been in a convertible and at the same time noticed that it was a standard transmission. Miz Kloss' driving skills were impressive to say the least and her passenger watched how adroitly those shapely bare legs operated the pedals. Unintentionally her eyes drifted up the suntanned thighs but when she realized that she was looking at the exposed crotch of her luncheon host's panties she quickly looked away—not quickly enough. The inadvertent glimpse wasn't the problem. It was the shockwave that it generated from her womanhood that perturbed the junior Planner.

The revealing condition wasn't deliberate, it was just what naturally happened when she drove. Katherine was certainly aware of it and of her guest's ill disguised reaction. She was pleased, and the fact that she was pleased surprised her.

Yesterday she'd had no plan to take Debbie to lunch. When she'd woken up this morning it was the first thought that came into her head, and it wouldn't go away. Kathy really thought that she had played all of her cards and was just waiting to see where the chips would fall on the mausoleum project. She always trusted her instincts and they were telling her in an abnormally loud voice to wine and dine the woman with the most control over the success or failure of her lobbying effort.

The maître d of the upscale little bistro on the outer rim of the city core obviously knew the elegantly dressed woman. She and Debbie were ushered quickly to a horseshoe shaped booth at the back; private and secluded. Debbie got a little thrill thinking about what she might be showing as she shimmied around the semicircular leather couch to where the place settings were. The action of dragging her butt around the table brought her attention to the affect catching a peek under her host's skirt had. She almost wished Kathy had gone in first so she could get a replay.

The waitress stood poised but said nothing.

"A bottle of Clos Du Marquis 2004, please Sandy," the Lobbyist ordered as soon as she arrived next to her guest.

Missus Jackman was about to protest that she didn't drink at lunch, and especially not when she was working, but decided that she just wouldn't drink any. The waitress left with a pleasant nod.

Katherine was too close as usual. Debbie felt the other woman's thigh against hers and it felt quite warm. Below the hems of their skirts, which were hiked up a little from wiggling into their seats, she felt their bare flesh in contact above the knee. The Lobbyist leaned close and reached across unnecessarily to adjust the tea-light near the center of the table. The action caused her formidable breast to press firmly against Debbie's upper arm.

Debbie felt a dizzying rush. As her head spun she caught that faint scent of cinnamon with the earthy undertone. It was unexpected because the fragrance miz Kloss normally wore had a much more floral character to it. She pictured the salesgirl from the party store standing in her basement bathroom doorway naked displaying those impossibly firm full tits. She found herself wondering what Katherine's breasts looked like naked.

The wine was served after her host approved it. Debbie was so ashamed of herself and disoriented that she took a gulp without thinking.

"Have you made a final decision yet?" the Lobbyist asked taking a sip from her own goblet.

Of course she had, and the file should have already been on someone in Buildings' desk to submit for tenders but it wasn't. She took the unexplainable oversight as a license to lie.

"Uh... not entirely... not yet," she took another gulp of wine this time for courage.

She really didn't want to get into a pressure situation here with the hired gun putting the ultimate pressure on her to change her mind. It turned out that implying that the door was still open was just as bad.

Katherine used her body as a tool. She got inside peoples' comfort zone invaded their personal space, threw them off balance—off guard. It worked best on men but she'd found that she could be pretty effective on women as well. Missus Jackman was a case in point.

Kathy wasn't overtly sexual, but if that's how people chose to interpret it—well, what ever works. The fact that she now had her hand on her lunch guest's leg above the cute redhead's knee was more suggestive than normal, even for her. She didn't intend to do it; she wasn't thinking about it, it just sort of happened. The skin felt so warm and soft under her fingers. Her hand seemed to have a mind of its own and was sliding up the other woman's leg. The flesh was getting warmer and softer as she went.

'What the hell are you doing Kathy!' she snapped at herself but her hand was continuing its trek.

Debbie felt the long manicured fingers on her leg; the first stranger's fingers that had been on her leg in many years. She knew she should protest, move the woman's hand away—slap it away—get indignant; but it felt too good.

"Is there anything... anything at all that I could do to tip the scales in my favor?" the Lobbyist asked and her lips were no more than an inch from the Planner's sensitive little ear.

The feel of the stunning brunette's hot breath and tantalizing fingers had Debbie feeling like melted wax. The incredibly erotic sensations that were washing over her were, except for the strange experience last night, the first she'd allowed herself in over ten years. She was horrified when the realization hit that if they'd been in private she would have been kissing the busty woman in the elegant suit; kissing her and probably trying to tear her clothes off.

Katherine knew her hand was halfway up her lunch guest's leg. Halfway from her knee to where the thighs joined her torso. The rise in heat was very noticeable. Though she wasn't perspiring it felt like she might start any second. She couldn't believe the suggestive question she'd just asked any more than she could allow herself to think about what her hand was doing—where it was going.

Debbie felt like she was at a critical point. She didn't know how she'd ever let it go this far but she knew that if she didn't stop it soon she wouldn't be able to stop it at all.

Suddenly she was in motion wiggling away from the tantalizing hand and the gorgeous brunette attached to it. Working her way around the horseshoe booth in the opposite direction to which she come.

"I've got to go... I've got to get back!" she moaned as she exited the booth.

"But... but... lunch... we haven't even ordered yet," the Lobbyist protested.

"I know and I'm sorry; I should never have agreed to come," Debbie lamented as she hoisted her purse onto her shoulder. "You stay and enjoy your meal... I'll... I'll catch a cab back." She spun and hustled toward the door leaving Katherine Kloss stunned and breathless.

Even if she hadn't been beside herself with shame she probably wouldn't have noticed the salesgirl from the party store standing near the entry door. Had anyone else been looking at the cute curly haired young woman in the slinky blue knit dress they would have been terrified by the transformations her face was undergoing. The lovely young face contorted and for a moment morphed into something incredibly ugly and scary—ugly, scary and old. Lilith was angry and she knew just who was going to pay for her frustration.

'Have I lost my ability to control two at once?' she asked herself. 'I used to do four or five at a time with no trouble... I'm just out of practice.'

She knew well that making people do things that clashed with their moral standards could be hard. The stronger the person's will, the more difficult and energy consuming it was.

'I need to start slower... with more malleable targets.'

Lilith let her mind explore and saw the girls walking arm in arm heading for home.

The voluptuous meddler realized that she'd let the thought escape. She'd sent it out and she didn't know where it would land. She was disappointed in herself for loosing control that way.

'It doesn't matter. It wasn't a command whoever gets it probably won't even understand it,'

'...short day... something about a pep rally... doesn't matter why... ' she was already back in the Jackman residence on the other side of town.

As Debbie stood at the curb hailing a cab her twins came to mind. With all of the other turmoil going on in her head she was surprised by the intrusion. She was envisioning them walking arm in arm toward home. Some deep and distant feeling that her girls were in trouble—in danger—tried to come to the surface. She checked her watch.

'They're in school... nothing can happen to them there—'

The thought was contradicted by a recollection of Columbine and Taber.

'But I'd hear about it... someone would call me—'

She was trying to convince herself that it was true when she got into the cab. The driver had an all news station on the radio, and after she'd directed him to take her to City Hall, she asked,

"Anything interesting happening today?"

"Nope," the driver responded making an illegal U turn; "tractor trailer jackknifed up on the interstate but that happens about every other day."

Satisfied, that if a police Swat Team had been dispatched to her daughters' high school that it would be on the news; she put the stray concern out of her mind. Debbie had much bigger issues to deal with; like keeping her job and dealing with her newly resurgent sexuality.

Most of the rest of her co-workers were at lunch when she arrived. She felt strangely refreshed and motivated by the break and was determined to have a highly productive afternoon.

Chapter 7

Erin did not see the young woman from the party store standing just inside her bedroom door as she stripped out of her uniform; because that's the way Lilith wanted it. The invisible succubus was appreciating the pubescent girl's development. Her position was ideal since it afforded her a clear view of the teenager's backside while the full length mirror the girl was standing in front of reflected the adolescent's front.

The bum was getting nice and round with that high firmness of youth. Her hips were wide enough to hint at a waist. The breast development left something to be desired. They were more than pectoral swells but not really deserving of the term breast yet. The nipples were tiny but stiff, like little raisins rising up from a quarter sized brown circle. Lilith read Erin's thoughts and was pleased that they were on the same wavelength.

The more readily influenced twin ran her hands up her ribs and cupped the developing mounds. The invisible creature in the slinky blue dress planted the thought,

'I wonder if Sarah's are bigger?'

Erin knew the answer but felt compelled to go and see anyway. She crossed the hall and entered her sister's room without hesitation.

Sarah was bent over removing her panties as Erin entered. She didn't notice her sister standing there and even though Lilith was right behind her sibling she wouldn't be able to see her. The girl holding the recently removed underpants looked toward the door when she heard the gasp.

Lilith planted the vision of Sarah's body as it would be three years in the future. All of the curves fully developed and the small mounds swelled to overfill a 'C' cup. She felt Erin's pussy jump at the surreal spectacle and heard the girl's wonderment at her sister's miraculous advancement.

'Fair's fair,' Lilith concluded and planted a similarly time advanced image of Erin to Sarah's brain.

Each of the twins put their hands to their mouths, which Lilith found interesting given their nakedness. She'd have thought there would be more priority given to the genitals but that's what made this so interesting; she couldn't predict every reaction and had to constantly adjust her suggestions to fit the moment. Each of the teenagers looked down at their own bodies and the meddler made sure that they saw themselves as they really were in the present time.

When the twins raised their heads again to take in the futuristic vision of their sibling the invisible orchestrater was aware of both of the girl's pussies clenching and she was pleased.

Shock and disbelief was threatening to quash the girls' initial erotic reaction so Lilith gave her preferred target a push. Erin crossed her sister's bedroom, and, as though she had every right in the world, latched her mouth around one of those mirage tits. Lilith made sure that each of the girls felt the appropriate physical sensation. Sarah felt her sister's mouth envelope her tiny mound and lash her turgid little nipple with her tongue. Meanwhile to Erin it felt as though all she could fit in her mouth was the plum sized areola that topped Sarah's inexplicably expanded boobie.

Sarah and Lilith felt the pleasure pulse rocket into their crotches. Lilith knew that the illusion of the slinky blue dress had vanished and that even though she was still invisible to the twins she was naked. Her hands caressed her perfect bosom and she dug her thumb nail into the erect peg that stood out from the drink coaster sized areola which enhanced the vicarious thrills she was already experiencing.

Manipulating Sarah's arms she directed the twin whose room they were in to cup her sister's pendulous anachronistic breasts. The pleasure racked teen resisted. Lilith encountered the wall. It was a blockage inside the youngster's arousal center that forbade her to touch another female sexually. The meddling succubus' face contorted in the effort to break through the impediment. Lilith felt her invisibility cloak deserting her as she strained to overcome Sarah's resistance.

While she concentrated on Sarah, Erin stood up from her bent position at her sister's tit and noticed the naked woman from the party store in the doorway. The teenager screamed and attempted to cover her nakedness with her arms. Her loss of control made Lilith's gorge rise. In a fit of temper she flung both of the girls though the air. They spun and twirled as they flew. It was a release. Physical manipulation was so simple compared to the mental. Both of the twins screamed "Mommy!" before they landed on their backs on Sarah's bed.

Lilith felt an energy that the girls would never understand leave the room—leave the house in fact.

Miles away in the Planning Office at City Hall Debbie Jackman shuddered. It was as if a cold hand had reached out and grabbed her by the heart. Her mind was telling her that the twins were in danger again.

'What the hell is wrong with me!' she snapped at herself. 'Ever since you took the girls shopping for the party you've been doing weird things... having weird thoughts... you've gotta get a grip or your going to loose this job.'

The sobering thought rekindled her concentration and she pushed the feeling of dread for her girls aside—she could not push it away.

Sarah and Erin looked at each other lying naked side by side on the bed. The only muscles either one seemed to have any command over were the ones above their shoulders. Head, eye and mouth movement were available no other body parts responded. They could have thought that they'd become quadriplegic but there was no lack of sensation below the neck; just total lack of control.

They saw the terror in each other's eyes and squealed again for their mother.

Lilith put Erin's hand between Sarah's legs and vice versa. The twins could feel where their arms crossed and felt the soft damp fleshiness under their exploring fingers. They both strained to raise their heads; to look down past the plump little mounds on their chests to visually confirm what they thought was happening. When they were convinced that it was true they collapsed back and shivered in fear and shock. Their fingers were moving, parting labial wings, exploring the soft hot slipperiness hidden between the others legs but they had no control. No control of the movement of their own fingers and no control over the sensations the vulval message was causing.

Lilith watched the mutual fingering. She was able to cause the girls' hands and fingers to explore and caress with practically no conscious effort. It left her free to finger herself and watch the teenagers expose each other's virginal depths. It was fun to watch the strained teenaged faces slowly but surely morphing from terror to arousal. The succubus forced each of her puppets to pull upward on the squish labia, exposing the immature clitoral glans. Teenaged fingers were willed to stroke over the exposed nubbins and the twins groaned as the most sensitive part of their bodies was stimulated.

The diabolical woman with the perfect body was disappointed.

'How can they experience true joy with such small triggers?'

She made them grow.

The twins sensed the change taking place under their fingers. One moment they were stroking a familiar feeling gristly little nub and the next they were pinching a cocktail wiener sized projection that had apparently materialized between their legs. Just as Lilith had intended the sensations were magnified in proportion to the size. The girls were stroking and jerking the miniature penises in time with the sensations. Lilith felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her as her puppets arched their backs and climaxed simultaneously.

The rivulets of girl juice that were ejected by the vaginal contractions looked delicious trickling down the pert little butt cheeks. The demon inside the perfect female form was tempted to lap them up but was distracted by another idea.

She picked Erin up and twisted her a hundred and eighty degrees. The girl whose biggest concern a short while ago was who to invite to their party was scared out of her mind as she was transported. Floating in the air three feet above her prone sister she wailed in fear as she was lowered gently into position. She had a bird's eye view of Sarah's engorged and leaking girlhood. She'd thought she had control of her head and mouth but that small concession had apparently been withdrawn. Her head lowered toward the sloppy crease and there was nothing she could do about it.

Sarah had the worm's eye view of a nearly identical vulva. Her brain was functioning pretty clearly in spite of her terror and she rationalized that the pussy descending toward her face was not actually Erin's. Her sister did not have a clitoris the size and length of two knuckles of her middle finger, anymore than she did. The miniature penis touched her lips and she felt compelled to start sucking on it.

Erin from her superior kneeling position was fascinated by the little dick her sister had grown. The scent of arousal reached her nose and she voluntarily applied her tongue to the juice coated slit; working all around the hot slippery labia. She felt the oversized clit brush and bump against her lips and chin as she enjoyed lapping up the copious fluid.

Lilith smiled knowing that she hadn't forced the kneeling girl's head down.

'She's getting into the spirit of the thing,' she thought and the change of attitude made her pussy twitch.

Lilith began distractedly exploring her perfect petal like labia folds as the teenagers on the bed brought each other to orgasm again. She put the program on a sort of auto-pilot. The twins continued their sucking and licking a midst squishy wet sounding moans and groans. Every couple of minutes one of them would emit a somewhat louder deeper sound as another climax overwhelmed.

The puppet master's mind searched City Hall and found the mother, file in hand, heading down stairs to the Building Department. She reached out and scrambled the thirty year old redhead's thoughts. Debbie suddenly didn't know where she was going or why. She stopped on the landing between floors. Her mind was invaded by the recollection of Katherine Kloss' hand on her inner thigh and a powerful tremor rocked her womanhood.

She almost forgot about the file dangling from her hand as she descended the next flight of stairs and exited onto the floor below her office. Debbie entered one of the cubicles in the ladies room opposite the stairwell. Setting the file folder on the toilet tank she pulled her panties down to her knees. Bowlegged and squatting she ran her fingers through her very swollen feeling sex. They were immediately coated with her secretions.

Debbie had never taken illicit drugs but this is how she imagined it would feel. She was aware of her surroundings, she knew where she was and what she was doing but she was powerless to stop. Two fingers, then three plunged into her slippery depths. The knuckle of her thumb collided with her throbbing clit and she began to rhythmically thrust her fingers in and out.

'See how much more satisfying mind control is,' Lilith sighed as the scene in the City Hall washroom appeared in her mind as clearly as if she was inside the cubicle with the jilling woman.

The girls were squealing and bucking again when she returned from her little side trip. She flipped Erin around again so that the twins were back in their original positions, supine, side by side. Lilith tired of her clitoral enhancements and let the girl's vulva's revert to their normal state. It wasn't really a normal state because those virginal slits had gone through so many orgasms that if it weren't for the party store clerk's intervention they would have long since gone numb; erotic nerves would have been exhausted but the puppet master willed that not to happen.

The paralyzed teens lay on their backs panting like marathon runners; indignation, embarrassment, even fear had been forced out of them by the seemingly continuous and endless sexual delight. They had surrendered to the pure hedonistic pleasure, and in fact had begun to crave it.

In due time they would come to know that this state of bliss was achievable without supernatural intervention. They'd come to the understanding that—thankfully—the yearning usually subsided; but not today, not as long as Lilith was still angry.

The manipulator was still stroking her pussy when she applied the pulsating vibrations to the girls' more or less normally sized pubescent clits. The entirely new and previously unimagined sensation sent the twins over the edge in no time.

The cute teenaged redheads were tired beyond belief, but the irresistible magical vibrations continued. Varying in frequency and intensity it was impossible to get used to or ignore. It was as though the supernatural vibrators knew exactly how hard to pulse and how fast to buzz at just the perfect moment to generate yet another climax. Each time their backs arched, they shivered and shuddered but they were too exhausted to make a sound anymore.

Lilith felt the presence before even her unnaturally acute hearing picked up the sound of their mother on the stairs.

Cnapter 8

Debbie's sense of smell was not abnormally acute but when she reached the top of the stairs she caught that fragrance; cinnamon with the earthy undertone. Her troubled mind immediately began to wonder what Katherine Kloss would be doing in her house and then she remembered the first time that she'd become aware of that smell.

'The party store girl!' In her panic she'd all but forgotten about the unwanted house guest.

Both of the twin's bedroom doors were open. When she looked into Sarah's room her mind shut down. She was woozy and nauseated and grabbed the door post for support. Only her maternal instincts driving her to help her daughters kept her from fainting.

The naked teenagers on the bed made only breathless little sounds but the smell of sex in the room was so strong that it over powered the strange perverted cinnamon scent. It took a few seconds with the room spinning and her vision fading and shimmering to grasp what was happening. Even when her mind concluded that her soon to be thirteen year old twins were lying on the bed in the throws of sexual ecstasy she didn't actually believe it. Moments passed while she viewed the tableau through unclear eyes until there was simply no way to deny it.

She caught sight of the basement dwelling salesgirl standing naked near the closet door. The cute face framed in blonde curls was smiling. Right or wrong Debbie immediately held the stranger responsible for the horrifying scene she was witnessing.

The distraught mother was trying to analyze the situation even while she watched her girls arch and shudder through another climax.

'Oh my God how long has this been going on?' she wondered recalling the first time she'd had the feeling that the girls were in trouble.

'You irresponsible bitch!' she rebuked herself.

'How could you ignore something so... so... important?'

It was easy to accuse herself of negligence now that the intuition had been proven accurate. She looked from the bed to the naked vision of feminine perfection standing across the room and somehow that same intuition told her that their house guest was responsible for all of this.

"What do you want from us!" the horrified mother shrieked.

Her challenge caused only a small change in the satisfied smile the succubus was wearing.

Debbie was not a physically aggressive person but she flung herself at the smug salesgirl with murderous intent. She anticipated a collision with the gorgeous female form but all she felt was an extremely cold blast, as though she'd opened the door to a walk-in freezer. The next thing she knew she was up against the closet door. She couldn't figure out how she could have possibly missed but she turned and lunged again. The same feeling of frigid air and her momentum caused her to fall to her knees near the bed where the girls were shivering through yet another orgasm.

Debbie was not a believer in the supernatural and the paranormal, but what she'd just seen and felt was undeniable. She'd passed through the tormenting bitch as though she had no more substance than air—like a hologram. If there ever had been any hope that physical assault would win the day that hope was utterly destroyed. Begging seemed the only viable option.

Erin and Sarah let out huge sighs as they again felt the electrified waves swamp their senses.

"Pleeese make it stop!" she begged without rising from her knees.

Tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks.

'How long has she been torturing them?' the twin's aghast mother stressed.

'How long can even fit teenagers stand this much sexual stimulation?'

Her girls arched and moaned again on the bed. Debbie feared for their lives.

Had she been rational, able to observe with any objectivity, she might have noticed that the girls were not really showing signs of distress. Between the hip thrusting shuddering climaxes each of them had a peaceful dreamy expression. The state of euphoria had become so familiar that, except for the deep fatigue they were feeling, the twins were simply floating along in a world of erotic bliss oblivious to the intervention that was being attempted on their behalf.

"What do you want... what can I do to make it stop," Debbie pleaded.

"Strip!"

It was only a single word but not only was it not Lilith's voice, it also wasn't human. The deep monosyllable reverberated.

The twin's mother didn't hesitate or argue. She didn't even consider the reason behind the command or what it might be leading to—she simply complied. She had no choice. It was her only and depressingly faint hope.

Standing naked in front of the apparition that she'd previously thought was a slightly flakey salesgirl from a party supply store, Debbie shivered and was shocked when she realized that she was aroused.

'How in God's name can you possibly get turned-on at a time like this?'

There was no answer and it didn't matter, the fact was not in dispute.

"Get on the bed," the thing that looked like an adorable salesgirl commanded in that unearthly tone.

Despite her terror and incredulity Debbie searched for a reason,

'Why is this happening... why is she doing this?' the question tormented her as she joined her daughters.

"In the middle!" the succubus ordered.

She climbed over Erin and wedged herself between the teenagers who seemed to have stopped jerking and moaning for the first time. Debbie felt her muscles go slack. She wasn't paralyzed but she felt loose, rubbery—pliable.

The twins scooted down the bed. Each one took one of her breasts in their hands and proceeded to suckle. The sensation was familiar—but not. Her mind was cast back to the guilty pleasure she'd felt when she'd nursed them as babies. Now, unlike then, teeth tugged and pinched her tender nipples. Aggressive tongues lashed their rubbery hardness while continuing to suck. Trying to fight the giant waves of pleasure was futile. Some part of her continued to resist but she was swept along with the warm intoxicating current.

She was aware of her right breast being abandoned, and movement on the bed. Her thighs were being pushed apart and she had no will to resist. A mouth and tongue were on her sex, swirling and exploring; lashing her engorged and throbbing clit. The orgasm overtook her before she could even appreciate the unbelievable ecstasy. She was catapulted over the peak and swimming in an ocean of pure delight.

She pulled Erin up from between her legs and kissed the sloppy faced twin. The other one was still nursing, but in the absence of a partner was using her hand to stimulate Debbie's neglected right breast. Erin rolled off to the side and both girls had their head on their mother's shoulders. The innumerable orgasms left them tired beyond anything they'd ever imagined and they slept.

Debbie's post orgasmic brain was surprisingly active. The question that persistently plagued her was,

'Why?' She searched her mind for a clue—a reason.

'This can't be just random... demons floating around in surreal space looking for families to terrorize... sexually abuse... there must something—'

Like a bolt of lightning it hit her.

'Of course, the mausoleum... the condo project that would see the century old structure demolished; I'm in charge—responsible.'

It explained the strangely musty smell that accompanied the young woman. The idea that the gorgeous creature that was still standing naked at the other side of the room was actually the walking dead made Debbie suddenly nauseous—nauseous and more terrified than ever. What else might the specter do?

Debbie raised he head and forced herself to look at the unliving thing. She was so beautiful, so perfect it was hard to accept the bizarre reality.

"I can stop it," she offered in the hope of appeasing the spirit.

The quizzical look on Lilith's face prompted her to continue,

"The demolition of the mausoleum... I can stop it, reject the project."

Lilith looked at her with sincere amusement.

"Is that what you think this is about; a stupid tomb? We've had dozens... and we'll have dozens more."

"But...but why then—" Debbie pleaded.

"Call it a service... a favor, to release you from your sexually repressive bonds."

"You forced us... you manipulated us!" the naked woman on the bed wailed.

"I admit I did exert some influence to get things started, but I haven't manipulated or caused anything since you got onto the bed."

Debbie collapsed back between her sleeping daughters letting the idea soak in. The sex that she'd just enjoyed with her daughters was, after all, consensual. Erin and Sarah had voluntarily sucked her breasts and she had enjoyed it immensely. Erin had tongued her to a marvelous climax and again it was her cute little thirteen year old daughter's idea.

Cnapter 9

She needed more explanation. Debbie raised her head and shoulders again but when she looked toward the closet there was noting there. Scanning the room she found it empty.

Trying not to disturb her dead to the world twins she rose and ran naked through the house. She peeked around every corner until she found herself in the basement. Not only was there no sign of the party store salesgirl, there was no sign that she had ever been there.

Racing back up stairs she jumped into some clothes and went out to her car.

'How do I find her?' she wondered as she backed out of the drive.

Recalling that morning she wasn't expecting to see the succubus walking down the street. Her first thought was the mausoleum but by the time she'd reached the end of the street the motivated woman had decided the mall, where they'd first encountered the apparition, was a better bet.

Swinging around to the back parking area she was nearly at a full sprint as she crashed through the mall doors. Not far from the entrance she found the white gypsum board stenciled with the non-specific 'Coming Soon' sign. There was however no alcove—no sign of the party store.

Debbie accosted the security guard who was patrolling nearby.

"No... that space has been vacant for a couple of months... I don't think they have a tenant yet. They're waiting to renovate the space to suit," the old man explained, and continued his rounds.

Missus Jackman stood alone and confused. The idea of going to the tomb recurred. Just before she turned to exit the mall she spied the slinky blue dress at the far end of the corridor. Walking very quickly but not running she zeroed in on her target. The woman had her back to her evidently looking in a shop window. A few steps away she realized that she was wrong. She'd been so focused on the dress that she hadn't noticed the hair. It wasn't curly blonde it was wavy brunette. Debbie was moving so fast that she couldn't stop until she was within arms length. Sensing her approach the woman turned.

Debbie felt all the air rush out of her as she stood face to face with Katherine Kloss.

"Debbie so nice to run into you!" the Lobbyist sounded genuinely pleased.

Debbie could not stop herself from checking out the amazing figure so tantalizingly displayed in the curve hugging dress.

"Do you like the dress?" Katherine asked running her hands over her waist and hips. "Lilith gave it to me. It fits very well... don't you think?"

Debbie could only gasp at the mention of the demon's name.

'She knew her! she'd seen the party store salesgirl too... maybe she knows where she is... where I can find her.'

The wavy haired brunette in the tight knit dress took her arm. Debbie noticed the cinnamon and musk scent as the woman guided her toward the mall entrance.

"Lilith felt that there was some unfinished business that needed to be attended to," Katherine said as they left the shopping center. "She had to go away but she asked me to look after things while she was gone."

The Lobbyist was holding the door to her Lexus open and Debbie got in.

The end.