Chapter 14

“What happened to you?” Maxamed eyed his naked wife. She was in the middle of seducing him, which was an oddity, and now her body had clearly changed. Sometime in the last few days, her breasts had expanded dramatically. Maxamed crossed his arms over his naked chest as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’ve been eating more.” Khadra didn’t know how she had hoped it would go the first time he saw her naked after she’d taken that accursed deal, but it wasn’t this. “That is all.”

“Do not lie to me, woman.” Maxamed squinted his dark eyes.

“Sorry.” Khadra put her arm over her large breasts. Those boobs felt so out of place on her chest. “I believe it was the house. The Anderson boy is possessed by a demon.”

“Who?”

“Daniel,” Khadra squeaked.

“Did he touch you?” Maxamed raised his voice.

“No, no.” Khadra stepped over to her closet and pulled out a long robe. She wrapped herself. There was no way she’d tell Maxamed the real situation. That she was trying to seduce her own husband to give his seed a fighting chance against that eighteen-year-old’s sperm inside her. “But the last time we were there he looked at me in an unnatural way, and then this.” She waved her hands at the slope of her robe over her round breasts.

“Are you sure it’s him?”

“Yes, husband.” Khadra nodded with solemnity.

“Then something must be done.” Maxamed got off the bed and put on his own robe.

“Maybe we should leave it be.” Khadra was glad he’d put something on. She used to think his manhood a mighty rod, but now she mostly felt sorry for her husband.

“And leave you like this?” Maxamed shook his head. “I will not have demons playing with my wife’s body. Who knows what else they would do to you? No, we will drive the demon from that boy. And from our lives.”

“Morning, Mom,” Brittney mumbled when she found Julie making breakfast in the kitchen.

“Goodness, Brit, you startled me.” Julie stopped what she was doing, turned her head, and stared at her slender daughter. “Look, we have to talk about last night.”

“Can I get another bowl of cereal?” Daniel yelled in from the dining room.

“I don’t want to talk, Mom.” Brittney looked down at her socks. The thought of having a heart to heart about what happened mortified her. Even worse, all she could think about now that she was near Julie again was how much she wanted to squeeze her mom’s breasts. Good God, she really wanted to devour Julie’s sweet milk. Brittney wondered if Julie’s boobs were leaking milk right then. She winced at the thought. She needed to have purer thoughts.

“We’re going to talk, young lady.” Julie grabbed Brittney’s hand and led her out through the dining room. “Can you serve yourself, Danny? I can’t get you more breakfast right now,” Julie said.

“Well, yeah.” Daniel eyed them as they raced by. “Where’s the fire?”

“Brit and I just need to have a talk about boy troubles.” Julie flashed a stiff smile at Daniel and led Brittney out of the room and down the hall. She turned into the library and closed the door behind them. A dim, cool light filled the room as the sun worked its way over the horizon.

“Look, I thought I was dreaming. Okay?” Brittney tried to strike a defiant tone, but she found her gaze glued to Julie’s enormous boobs. Even under the ridiculously large sweatshirt her mother wore, her boobs stood out proudly. “I ... I ... just...”

“Eyes up here.” Julie pointed to her own eyes. Had she ever been ogled like this by another woman? She certainly didn’t remember it. And her own daughter, too.

“Mom ... I ... can’t...” Brittney’s eyes didn’t leave her mom’s chest. She took a step toward her mother and tugged nervously at the hem of her dress. “ ... stop thinking ... about...”

“Stop it this instant, Brit.” Julie tried to look stern. “Listen to me, young lady.”

“It wasn’t like anything else I’ve ever tasted.” Brittney’s gaze flitted up to her mom’s face for an instant and then dropped back down. “Could I have one more taste, Mom? I mean, you used to feed me all the time when I was a baby. You probably had Danny and me one on each boob, right?”

“No. I mean, yes I did, but no. Let’s just talk about what happened. We can’t –” Julie sucked in her breath as her lithe, eighteen-year-old daughter deftly lifted Julie’s oversized sweatshirt and slid her head under. Julie felt a line of soft, little kisses work their way up her belly. Warm fingers grabbed her bra cups and pulled them down. Then she felt her daughter’s lips lock on her left boob. “Oooooohhhhhhh, sweetie.” Her hands involuntarily moved behind Brittney and pressed her warmth into her. “Wait ... your father will be down in a minute. He’ll come looking for me.” But the gentle rhythmic sucking felt too good to stop. So, Julie just held her and let her drink. They stood like that for several minutes in the brightening room.

“Mmmmppphhhhhh.” Brittney, under the sweatshirt, guzzled the milk that flowed freely from the nipple in her mouth. She snaked her hands farther under Julie’s shirt and grabbed each tit. She squeezed the soft, heavy flesh in time with each gulp. She could get used to this. What would it be like to have this for breakfast every day? So sweet and filling. She felt her mom move backwards, and Brittney moved with her.

Julie sat down on the sofa and let Brittney snuggle up in her lap, with her legs curled and tucked by Julie’s right thigh.

“Jules?” George’s voice came muffled through the door as he walked down the hall. “Where are you, Jules?”

With a good deal of reluctance, Julie pulled Brittney off her boob and moved her from under the sweatshirt. “That was...” Julie sighed. “ ... really nice. But we have to stop. Your father is looking for me.”

“Right.” Brittney nodded, her face lit by a satisfied half-smile. She had milk on her small chin. “You’re the best mom in the whole world. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, pumpkin.” Julie didn’t know whether to reprimand her daughter, or promise her more milk at a later time. So, she did neither. Julie pulled them to their feet, straightened out her bra, and walked to the door. She opened it and stuck her head out. “What is it, George?”

“There you are.” George turned to them, standing at the foot of the stairs. He looked lost. “I’m going to need your help in the spare bedroom upstairs. What were you two doing?”

“Just having a heart to heart with Brit.” Julie cleared her throat and walked down the hallway with Brittney by her side. “Girl stuff.”

Brittney kept her eyes cast down. Seeing her father hammered home just how wrong it was to suckle her mother. And what they’d done last night with their hands? Had she made her mom cheat on her dad? She was pretty sure having another person’s fingers in your pussy was cheating.

“Oh, cool.” George looked at his daughter. He could tell she was in one of her teenage moods. “You have a little milk on your chin, Brit. You’re always rushing through breakfast.” He took a rag from his pocket and wiped off Brittney’s chin. His daughter glared at him. “What?” George shrugged. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ve been cleaning milk off that pretty face of yours since you were a baby.”

“Just stop it, Dad.” Tears welled in Brittney’s eyes and she rushed past her father.

George watched her go, mystified. “What’s with her?”

“Um ... boyfriend troubles.” Julie patted George’s shoulder. She’d cheated on her poor, unsuspecting husband with both twins now. She really hoped church was wrong about the whole hell thing. “She’ll be alright.” She kissed him on the cheek and moved back to toward the kitchen. “Let me get the kids off to school, and then I’ll join you in the spare bedroom.”

“Sounds good.” George scratched his head and then wandered off toward the basement to collect some tools.

“Wow, Mom, your tits look great.” Daniel gazed lovingly down at his mom as she kneeled on the bathroom floor and stroked his dick between her boobs. With a hand under each tit, she pressed them together and moved them up and down.

“Language, Danny.” Julie looked up at her son and smiled when she saw the blissful expression on his face. Like any mother, she just wanted her children to be happy. “And keep it quiet.” She didn’t think Daniel had noticed the milk slowly dribbling from her nipples. At least, he hadn’t said anything about it. Julie considered that her breasts, now rubbing against that magnificent penis, had been in her daughter’s hands and mouth just minutes ago. And the night before, when Brittney and had sucked her and they’d played with each other’s privates, Daniel’s semen had been deep in her butt. How had it come to this? “Hurry up now, Danny. You need to leave for the bus soon.”

“Almost ... there ... Mom.”

“That’s what you said five minutes ago.” Julie could see Daniel start to tremble. “Oh. Good boy. Let it all out.” She let go of her breasts and sucked his penis into her mouth. She gulped down spurt after forceful spurt of hot, salty seed. Goodness, the Andersons had been drinking a lot of each other lately.

When his orgasm subsided, Daniel wiped some sweaty hair off Julie’s forehead. “You’re the best mom in the whole world.” He sighed, stood, and dressed.

Julie stayed on her knees looking up at him. Her daughter had said the same thing to her not long ago. Maybe all this crazy sex wasn’t so bad for the family. Maybe she could navigate it and forge a better relationship with her children. The salty taste of Daniel’s sperm was still strong on her tongue when she dressed, splashed some water on her face, and kissed Daniel on the cheek. “Do good in school today.”

“I will.”

“Good boy.” Julie opened the door and checked down the hall both ways. “The coast is clear. Off you go.” She slapped him on his skinny butt and sent him on his way. She followed him down the hall, readjusting her bra and dress. Daniel grabbed his backpack and raced out the front door.

“Bye, Mom.” Brittney walked with her eyes down. She shot past Julie and grabbed her own backpack.

“Bye, pumpkin. Be good.” Julie called after her daughter.

Brittney gave her mother a half-wave and closed the front door on her way out.

“We’ll figure this out.” Julie sighed. She turned and walked up the stairs. She needed to help her husband.

One of Daniel’s bedroom windows stood open. Khadra thought that odd as she looked up at the evil house in the starlight. She shivered and zipped her jacket up all the way. The autumn night was too cold for open windows. She squeezed the pebble in her hand and aimed for one of his closed windows. She leaned back and tossed it overhand. On the third try, a pebble clanked off his window. On the seventh try, Daniel looked out to see who was throwing rocks at his room.

“Mrs. Samatar? I –” Daniel stared out into the dark in confusion.

“Don’t talk,” Khadra whispered up at him. She adjusted her hijab, which had moved with all her throwing. “I have a warning. Meet me at the front door.”

Daniel nodded and left the window. He thought about dressing but figured pajamas were good enough. He closed the damn window and shivered. He’d have to talk to Eloise about the constantly open window. The house was drafty enough without it. He padded across the chilly hardwood floor, out of his room, through the hall, down the stairs, and across the entry room. He opened the front door silently. “What?” Daniel’s eyes went wide when he saw the large, black man waiting for him.

“Only dreams now.” Maxamed clamped the chloroform-soaked rag on the boy’s mouth and embraced him with his other arm. “Sshhhhhhh.” Daniel went limp in his arms and Maxamed looked around the darkened house. In the dim light, he could just see that the locked room across the way stood open. Just inside the doorway lay a coil of rope.

“Is he hurt?” Khadra stepped up next to her husband.

“No. He sleeps.” Maxamed looked over at her. “But there has been a change of plans. Rather than risk a car ride, we’ll do the ceremony in that room.” Maxamed pointed to the formerly locked room. “It seems Mr. Anderson has finally unlocked that pesky door. Our instruments found soundproofing in those walls. It will be perfect for our purposes. And it even comes with rope.”

“Would it not be wiser, dear husband, to stay with our original plan?” Khadra wasn’t as sure about the strength of their discipline after what had happened to the dreamstone. And, well, what had happened to her.

“Do not sow discord, woman.” Maxamed’s eyes were very dark in the dim light. He picked up the frail boy and carried him toward the room. “Go fetch some salt from the kitchen.”

“Yes.” Khadra closed the front door behind them and quietly moved over to the kitchen. She found a box of salt in the pantry and hurried back to her husband. When she arrived in the unlocked room, she found that Maxamed had already tied Daniel to an armchair on the far side of the room.

“We need some light before you close the door.” Maxamed pulled his lighter from his pocket and stepped over to an end table with an old lamp. He lit the oil lamp and a cheery, warm glow spread through the room. “It still works.”

Khadra gasped. Looming above Maxamed stood the most horrendous bear. It had to be ten feet high and its arms were outstretched, a snarl on its face.

“What?” Maxamed followed her gaze. “This thing?” He thumped his hand on the taxadermied animal. “Long since dead. Close the door and let’s get started.”

“As you wish.” Khadra closed and locked the door behind them. She moved across the room and handed Maxamed the salt. To her left, a sofa sat along the wall, the oil lamp flickering on an end table at the far end. To her right, someone had covered a sideboard with beautifully detailed, multi-colored bottles. A lush, Persian rug cushioned her feet. “What is this place?” The walls were covered with odd portraiture.

“Some sort of receiving room.” Maxamed gave the bear another pat and then took the salt over to Daniel.

“Is he waking up?” Khadra stared at her secret lover. She hoped Maxamed wouldn’t notice the hard manhood straining at Daniel’s pajama bottoms. “He shouldn’t be. Right?”

“No. He should not.” Maxamed watched as Daniel blinked his eyes open. “Let’s work fast.” Maxamed poured the salt carefully, beginning a circle around Daniel’s armchair. Once he completed the circle, he would then make the sign of the wayward eagle. Then they could safely remove the demon.

“What?” Daniel felt groggy, and ... he felt terrible. “What are you doing?” As he looked around the room, he realized his predicament. “Where am I?” He flexed his skinny arms against the ropes and there was a groan as the hemp fibers held him in place. The rope was too strong for his new strength. “Don’t do this. She’s going to be mad. She gets really scary when she’s mad. You should let me go.”

“Who, little man?” Maxamed poured the salt. He moved as quickly as he could, but his line needed precision. He was about halfway done.

“Mrs. Palmer,” Daniel whispered. “Mrs. Palmer,” he said in a raised voice. “Eloise?” he shouted. He desperately needed rescue.

“No one can hear you.” Maxamed was three-fourths of the way done with the circle. He moved slowly around the chair, perched on his knees. Maxamed didn’t look up from his work. “This room is sealed. You cannot –” Something heavy fell on Maxamed’s shoulder. He froze.

“Husband, look out.” But Khadra’s warning came too late. She watched as the dead, stuffed bear lifted her husband like he weighed nothing and hoisted him into the air. The bear turned the struggling man around so that he faced the room and then wrapped two fearsome arms around him.

“Release me, beast.” Maxamed kicked and flailed his legs, but the creature was too strong. “Help me, woman.”

Khadra trembled, but she stepped toward the bear. It turned its savage head to stare at her and let out a hideous snarl that shook her very insides. Khadra stopped in her tracks.

“Oh, man. Oh, man.” Daniel looked around. He was genuinely frightened for the Samatars. And, increasingly, for himself. “I tried to warn you.” He looked up at the giant bear and shuddered. “Don’t hurt them, Mrs. Palmer.” A sudden heat spread through him. He struggled against the ropes but they still held. “What’s happening?”

“Allah preserve us.” Khadra watched Daniel with wide eyes and a slack jaw. A brief flash of red light covered him, and then she could see his penis pushing harder and harder against his pajamas. There was a ripping sound in the room and Daniel’s penis sprung up, tearing its way through his clothes.

“Run, Khadra.” Maxamed was frantic as he twisted and pushed against the fur that surrounded him. “The demon means to mate you. You cannot let it take you. Anything but –”

“Maxamed?” Khadra looked up to see that the bear had placed its massive right paw on Maxamed’s mouth to silence him. He looked out at her with frightened eyes. She couldn’t ever remember seeing her husband frightened before. Khadra turned and fled to the door. She tried the knob, but it wouldn’t turn. She slammed on the door with her fists and screamed. When nothing worked, she slumped against the door and pressed her forehead to its cool surface. A sudden calm seeped into her.

“I think it’s locked.” Daniel tried not to look at the giant bear to his right. “Could you, maybe, untie me, Mrs. Samatar?” His legs shook, his palms sweat, and he still felt groggy from whatever they’d given him. To make matters worse, his dick wouldn’t deflate. “Please get me out of here. I think this is Mr. Palmer’s room. I don’t want to make him angry either.”

“You said to me that I should draw out the poison.” Khadra turned and stared across the room, her vacant eyes drawn to that massive tool. Something had changed in her demeanor since she’d given up beating the door. She took an unsteady step toward Daniel. “But by drawing the poison, I only succeeded in poisoning myself.” She shrugged out of her jacket and pulled her long dress over her head. She was only dressed in panties, socks, shoes, and her hijab. She gestured to her enormous breasts. “I can’t even wear a bra anymore. None of mine fit.”

“Well ... um...” Daniel licked his lips. He wasn’t sure how to talk his way out of this. He glanced over at Maxamed and saw the man’s eyes darting between the two of them. The bear’s glassy eyes stared at Khadra. “I think you look really pretty now. I ... I...” he stuttered. “I mean you were pretty before, too. But now ... like ... wow.”

“Well, thank you. I guess.” She took another couple steps. Her feet rested on the Persian carpet. “You wanted me to draw the poison. But that was wrong. The wrong metaphor. I get the sense now that your tool is a key I could use. You are not friends with Mr. Palmer, yes?”

“No. I mean yes. We’re not friends.” Daniel had the ghastly image in his mind of Khadra shoving his dick in the lock and turning and turning.