Chapter 16

On the bed, their bodies obscured by the dark room, Adam rolled over to his face his sister. Her scent enveloped him — the fragrance of the soap she had used in the shower mixing with the heady aroma of her arousal. Emily had been masturbating in bed next to him. Touching herself while he slept, exhausted from his long day.

Adam had no idea what time it was, or for how long he had slept. His dreams had been filled with ... things. Nebulous, half-remembered shapes and images. Portents swirled within his mind ... all immediately forgotten.

“ ... Adam?”

Emily smelt so good. Adam could feel the heat from her body, so close to his. He wanted her, desired her. It wasn’t something he could hide from himself. He had been tempted before — had almost given in, only stopping himself at the last minute. And that had been before he had known anything about what was going on. About what he could do.

In Adam’s mind, he was already pulling his sister to him. He was already moving over her body, covering it with his own. Emily was spreading her legs, letting him fit between her thighs. She was wet. Ready. Adam could almost picture the look on his sister’s face when he first pushed into her...

Adam pretended to murmur sleepily, his eyes opened to the barest of slits. He completed rolling over to face Emily, languidly reaching out an arm and pulling her to him. His sister drew in a sharp breath ... then she snuggled into him — her face pressed into Adam’s bare chest.

Adam forced his body to relax, his breathing to even out, as he feigned sleep. Emily was tense for a few moments, and then let out a soft sigh. She slid an arm over her brother, holding him gently. Unseen by his sister, Adam stared blankly over the top of Emily’s head. He couldn’t do it. He just ... couldn’t. If it was just sex...

After what he had almost done to Kendra — what he had done ... No. Sex was one thing. He wanted it. Burned for it. But nothing was simple. There were too many things going on for Adam to blindly bull forward anymore.

What he had seen in the vision after smoking Delilah’s pipe ... it filled Adam’s mind. He could still hear the sound of that vast figure’s voice. Although voice was the wrong word. It was too all-encompassing for that. It was like it was stamped upon Adam’s soul.

Promise.

What promise? Was it something from Delilah’s grandfather’s time? Or something before even that? Maybe Delilah would know, but could he trust her to answer him? She had seemed afraid, certainly wary, when he had last seen her. Delilah had told him that she hadn’t been able to control herself — that she had acted outside her own volition — but could he really trust that?

Adam needed to know more. He needed to find out, to stop being so passive. He had been changed — he needed to find out what that meant.

A thought struck him. Delilah had said she had read about the Cave in her grandfather’s writings. Had she kept them? Adam figured she probably had. The trick would be to get a hold of them. Adam didn’t know if he wanted to run the risk of asking her for them — if she said no, all he would have done is tip her off that he wanted them. He needed to read them, to find out if they said anything he could use.

To see if there was any mention of that terrible and vast figure.

On top of that, Adam thought he should experiment with the dried fungi as well — although he was understandably leery about it. But ... it hadn’t actually harmed him. Maybe he could find out more — be told more.

Delilah wouldn’t give him any more — he knew that without having to ask. And if she had been genuine in her fear, Adam didn’t really blame her. He did have the few samples he had stolen. And perhaps he could get through that door under her house.

While Adam planned, Emily’s breathing evened out, and he felt her body begin to relax against him. The hair on her head tickled his face, and he carefully turned his face to one side. Emily’s breasts, barely contained by the thin top she wore, pressed softly against Adam’s bare chest. He had spoken more to his sister today than he had in years. And ... he’d actually enjoyed it somewhat?

Sitting down and talking with his mother and sister over drinks ... it was a snapshot into a family life that Adam had never had.

For the first time in Adam’s life, he was feeling protective of his mother and sister. So much of what had been going on within his family had flown under his radar. He remembered the bruise on his mother’s arm, and his muscles tightened in anger. Adam only forced himself to relax once more when Emily sleepily protested.

Adam’s newfound resolve was at odds to his desires. He still didn’t really like his sister ... or, he didn’t think he did. But he didn’t want to see her eyes dim like Kendra’s had either. If what Delilah had postulated was correct, then he had been lucky with Kendra. Very lucky. Adam didn’t know if he was willing to take that risk again.

Kendra and Holly were bound to him — one more intrinsically than the other. Adam still didn’t fully grasp what that meant. He wasn’t some kind of cult leader who could live in isolation with a bevy of sex slaves. What would life even be like if he tried to do that? He had been in high school only last year! He couldn’t force that on his sister. It ... wouldn’t work?

Adam’s thought were interrupted by Emily. His sister’s breathing had grown slow and relaxed, seemingly asleep finally. He was surprised almost into startling when Emily moved her head, nuzzling her face against the crook of his neck. Adam felt her lips as she ever so softly kissed the skin of his neck. Her fingers at his back curled gently, caressing him. She whispered, so soft that he barely heard it

“Night, little brother.”

Adam forced himself to remain still. Emily’s voice had been soft, a whisper. But her tone had been ... tender.

Adam had never heard that before.

When Adam woke the next morning he was still tightly entwined with Emily. At some point during the night his sister had thrown a leg over his waist, and the soft skin of her bare thigh felt silky on his skin. Adam’s hand was resting on her waist, and she had wriggled higher up on the bed. They were face to face, and Emily’s breath tickled his skin as she slept.

Adam watched her sleep for a few moments. Emily’s lips were parted, and her hair spilt out on the pillow like a champagne-coloured halo. They had been holding each other so close during the night that they hadn’t bothered with sheets or blankets. Emily’s minimal clothing had rucked up while she slept so that she was in danger of being completely exposed.

Adam sighed regretfully. Moving quietly, he gently tried to extricate himself from his sister. As he began to pull away, Emily murmured in protest, tightening her grip on him. She curled her leg across Adam’s waist, hooking her heel behind him. Holding him in place. Adam, his hand hovering just above his sister’s hip, flexed his fingers — trying to resist the urge to slide his hand down her body, to pull her into him. She felt so soft, so pleasant against him.

Adam took a deep breath.

“Emily?”

Emily snuggled closer into him, rubbing her nose back and forth over the crook of his throat. She languidly moved her thigh over his waist, stroking him with her leg.

“Shut up. Sleepy.”

Emily breathed in deeply. It felt like she was on the verge of planting kisses on Adam’s neck. He felt his dick lurch, and he replaced his hand on his sister’s hip. She made a tiny sound of approval. Emily placed a hand on Adam’s chest, slowly moving it down between them, trailing her fingers down to his stomach. Adam tensed his muscles, trying to maintain control of himself.

Emily paused her hand for a moment, lightly trailing the tips of her fingers over the noticeable ridges of muscles on his stomach. Exploring. Her voice still sounded sleepy, relaxed.

“When did you get so cut?”

Adam shivered. Her touch was so light it verged on tickling him. Her hand dipped down further, exploring his lower hip ... then moved higher again. Emily felt at his stomach. Some life came into her voice, and she pulled back from Adam a bit — staring down between their bodies.

“Fucking hell — you have actual abs!”

Emily stared down at Adam’s stomach, a delighted smile on her face, as she traced his muscles with her fingers.

“Emily...”

“Quiet, you.”

Emily moved her thigh slowly back and forth over Adam as she explored his muscles. Her hand dipped lower ... and she started at seeing just how big a bulge was in the front of his shorts. Emily giggled softly, casting a quick glance up at her brother’s face.

“What’s this? That isn’t because of me, is it? What a perve you are...”

Emily’s hand grazed the tip of the bulge in his pants ... and then she giggled again at the unwitting groan that escaped Adam’s lips. His sister slid her hands around him, hugging herself to him tightly, burying her face in his chest. She clung to him like a limpet.

Adam was trying to figure out what he should do, when he jumped. Emily had given his neck a little lick. Adam pulled back, swearing in surprise. Emily laughed gleefully, pulling back, and propping herself up on an elbow. She still had a leg thrown over Adam’s waist — it looked uncomfortable, but she was flexible enough that it didn’t matter to her. She smirked down at him.

“Sleep well?”

Adam stared. Her top was so twisted on her slender torso that her breasts seemed like they were on the verge of spilling out. Emily’s nipples were erect, jutting out through the fabric of her top. Further down, his sister’s shorts were bunched up so high that they covered barely more than the most skimpy of underwear would. He cleared his throat, trying not to let his voice sound rough.

“Maybe. Did you?”

“Hmm ... who could say? I kept getting woken up during the night. Something kept poking me in the stomach. Can’t imagine what it was.”

Adam flushed at his sister’s teasing. Her wandering hand was keeping him off-balance. Emily laughed delightedly to see him blush.

“I like this side of you. Where did all that confidence from last night go, little brother?”

Adam grabbed at Emily’s hand, stopping her from caressing his lower belly. He growled at her.

“I’m being distracted by your tits bouncing in my face.”

“Hah! Poor baby. I wouldn’t complain about that if I were you — not a lot of sympathy to be had for that kind of problem. But anyway...”

“What?”

Emily pulled her hand out of Adam’s grip, and gently ran her finger down his chest, tracing his muscles.

“These are insane, Adam. I had no idea you were this fit. What, have you been secretly working out or something?”

Adam shivered at her renewed touch. His dick jerked in his pants, noticeably moving. He saw Emily glance down, biting her lip. She didn’t mention his obvious erection again.

“Why would it have to be secret? It’s not like you keep track of what I do with my life.”

Emily held up a finger, tracing it down on an imaginary scoreboard.

“Point to you. But still ... it’s all kinds of insane. What, do you like have 0% body fat? I’d kill to be that fit.”

Adam eyed his sister. For all her voluptuous curves, she was still very slender. Even if she didn’t have actual abs showing on her belly, it was pretty close.

“You’re no slouch you know”

Emily flushed slightly but looked pleased.

“So many compliments from you lately! Careful, or I’ll think you are into me. And then where will we be, my perve of a brother?”

Adam wondered at Emily’s behaviour. He knew she was under the influence of whatever passive ability he had. No matter how attractive he had become to her, she would never normally act this way around him — touching him. Teasing him. At least, he hoped not for her sake. But even with his influence on her, she still remained slightly acerbic. Mocking. Strangely, it made him feel better. It meant it was still her.

Adam swiftly reached out and flicked Emily on the tip of her nose. His sister’s eyes widened for a second, then a tight grin spread across her face.

“Oh, it’s on!”

Emily flung herself at Adam, trying to roll him over. If he was honest, his sister had little chance of moving him against his will. He outweighed her by a good margin, and after his recent changes ... suffice to say, Adam let Emily ‘pin’ him.

Emily smirked again, looking down at Adam. She had both hands on his shoulders, half straddling his waist. Her eyes were bright, and her cheeks were flushed.

“Now what, perve?”

Emily slid further onto Adam, sitting just above his hips. Her tanned thighs pressed on either side of him. She rocked back and forth playfully. The cheeks of her ass brushed against the bulge in Adam’s pants...

Adam flinched. He tried to remember all the completely valid reasons why he should put a stop to this. It was growing increasingly hard to concentrate with Emily staring down at him. His sister licked her lips.

“Relax, little brother. You don’t have to overthink everything. I liked you better when you were confident.”

“ ... Emily. I —”

Emily took hold of Adam’s wrist, moving his hand to her hip. She leant forward, her voice low and breathless.

“I’m not going to break. And I’m no innocent.”

Emily moved his hand further back so that it was resting on her curve of her ass. Adam twitched, feeling how soft her bum was. Her tiny shorts had wedged up between the cheeks of her behind so that he was grabbing her bare ass. Adam couldn’t resist any more. He sunk his fingers into his sister’s ass, gripping it tightly.

Emily gasped. She shivered, closing her eyes for a moment. Then she rocked her hips back, lifting up, and settling her herself down right over Adam’s erect dick. She placed both hands on his chest, arching her back — pressing her crotch down hard on his shaft. Her top pulled tight over her breasts.

“Fuck, how big are you? It’s like there’s an iron rod in your pants...”

Adam didn’t answer. He put his other hand on his sister’s ass, grabbing two handfuls of her behind. Adam pulled her tight against him, enjoying the look in her eyes. Emily moaned softly, falling forward onto his chest. Adam ran one hand up the curve of her back, sliding under her top. Emily planted a soft kiss on Adam’s neck. Then further up. Then she kissed him lightly on the jaw. Trailing light kisses until she reached —

A loud banging on the door made Adam and Emily jump. It was loud, insistent. A voice called from outside.

“Adam! You in there?”

Kendra’s voice rang out, following by more knocking. Emily frowned down at him, propping herself up on his chest. She hissed quietly.

“Who the fuck is that?”

Adam didn’t answer straight away. He glanced over at his phone on the bedside table. He had silenced it before going to bed. Adam tapped the screen and saw a number of missed calls and texts. Kendra thumped loudly on the door again. This time Adam could hear Holly.

“Kendra! You can’t just —”

“Adam! I know you’re there!”

Emily raised an eyebrow at her brother sardonically.

“Who’s the girl? What did you do to piss her off so much?”

“I didn’t piss her — look, I was supposed to ... see her last night. But I — didn’t. She’s probably just worried.”

More loud thumping on the door was followed by a whispered argument outside. Emily was sarcastic.

“Yeah, she sounds real worried. So that’s where you were planning on spending the night. Is she going to go away?”

“Um. Probably not?”

Emily sighed.

“Unlucky for you, hey?”

Adam’s sister got off of him, lithely sliding off the bed. She stood up, stretching as though unconcerned about the banging on the door.

“I suppose I better get changed so that your little friend doesn’t get all jealous. So much drama.”

Emily stripped her top off in a single motion, her breasts swaying freely on her chest. Adam breath caught as he was suddenly confronted with his sister’s bare chest. Emily put one hand on her side, cocking her hip as she stood proudly before him. With her other hand she hefted one of her breasts, rubbing her thumb over her nipple. It was erect. Emily winked at Adam, smirking.

“Don’t know why you look so shocked — you’ve seen my tits ... how many times now?”

“Will you hurry up and get dressed before she breaks down the door?”

Emily laughed lightly. She reached down and patted Adam on the cheek. Her breasts hung down right in front of his face, and Adam couldn’t help but stare at them. His sister almost gave Delilah a run for her money.

Emily got dressed quickly despite all her teasing. She put on a bikini — turning away from Adam for all her bravado earlier, and pulling on a pair of denim shorts and a t-shirt over the top. Adam quickly threw on a shirt, not caring that it was wrinkled. Kendra was still pounding on the door.

“I think I might go before you let them in, Adam. She sounds a bit pissed, and I don’t want to deal with that so early in the morning. I might get some breakfast. See you later, little brother.”

Emily walked to the door, flinging it wide open so swiftly that Kendra still had her hand lifted to knock again. Adam’s sister raised an eyebrow at the two women standing at the entrance to their bungalow, glancing back at Adam. He got the impression that she had expected it to be someone younger. Emily cocked her head at Kendra and Emily.

“Do you mind?”

Kendra stared hard at Emily.

“ ... what?”

Adam remembered too late that Kendra wasn’t exactly well disposed towards his sister. Unfortunately — or fortunately — Emily wasn’t in the mood to play nice.

“You’re blocking the door. I want to leave. You’ve already ruined my morning lay in. Move, please.”

Emily delivered all that with an even and bored tone of voice. At the same time she was flicking her eyes back and forth over Kendra and Holly. Taking them in. Kendra’s eyes blazed.

“Hey, I don’t have to —”

“K. Let it go.”

Holly took her fiancée by the arm, gently guiding her away from the door. Emily gave her a nod, but Holly didn’t return it. Instead, the brunette just eyed her evenly. Emily shrugged and walked by them without a backwards glance. Holly and Kendra turned to watch Emily walk away. Then they turned as one to face Adam. He stood in the middle of the living room, smiling a touch uneasily.

“Um. Come in?”

Kendra threw up her hands.

“‘Come in’ he says. You hearing this, Holly?”

Kendra strode into Adam’s bungalow, her eyes bright as she looked around. It wasn’t as nice as their one. Kendra didn’t seem to notice anything amiss, but Adam saw Holly take note of the large rumpled bed — and the unused single beds in the other room. Her eyes narrowed but she didn’t say anything. Holly turned her attention to Adam.