Chapter 2

I woke to find Bettina curled up tight next to me, her head on my shoulder, whimpering in her sleep. Before I moved at all, I lay there, conducting a mental and physical inventory. I still was neither hungry nor thirsty, wasn’t particularly funky in terms of needing a shower, and had no need to find a bathroom. We both should have needed a shower extremely badly, by now. It felt like we’d been here for weeks, and none of those biological needs had arisen. I thought even if I were in a hospital in a coma, some kind of biological need would have reported in. At least, I knew I’d had dreams where those needs had been present.

The only biological need I’d felt other than sleep was sexual. And that need had been ... magnified? Dramaticized? Emphasized? I wasn’t quite sure how to describe it, but my sexual needs and desires were taking up the majority of my mind, and were occasionally edging out the ability to think of anything else. My cock was hard again. I was already strongly feeling the need for sex now, and I could feel it growing as the minutes passed.

Bettina woke, and I felt her clutch me in a hug. She raised her head to look at me. “Jimmy?”

“Mom? Dad?” Oh, shit. That was Stephanie’s voice, off to one side. I looked. She was about six feet away, in another of those damned light circles.

“Stephanie?” Bettina asked. “Ob, sweetie! I’m so sorry!”

Stephanie was naked, of course, and trying to get to her mother but slipping and sliding off of whatever those frictionless walls were. I had rolled on my side facing away from my daughter, and was feeling terribly self-conscious but horny.

“Momma?! Momma! What the fuck... ?” Stephanie panicked as she tried to get to her mother.

“Stephanie! Stop!” I yelled. “You can hurt yourself that way!”

Stephanie stopped, unfortunately on the ground she had fallen to after trying to throw herself against the barrier. “Dad? Is that you?”

Still lying faced away, I said, “Yes, it’s me. When your mother and I first found ourselves here, there were walls like that between us. I twisted something doing what you were doing. The whatever-they-are are frictionless, and you just slide when you try to touch them.”

“We’re ... We’re all naked!” Stephanie cried, attempting to cover her more private areas with varying levels of success.

“Yes, Sweetie,” Bettina said. “This is a very strange place. No, we don’t know where we are, but your father and I have been here a really long time, days or weeks...” She went on to explain some of what we’d been through.

“My God! I ... don’t know what to say...” said Stephanie.

“Neither do I, really, Sweetie, but we’ll get through this the best we can, okay?” replied Bettina.

“Um, dear? I really have to move. Staying in this position is starting to hurt,” I said in a low voice to Bettina.

She sighed. “It has to happen sooner or later,” she said.

I sat up, still facing away from my daughter.

“Nice butt, Dad!” said Stephanie, jokingly, then gasped as Bettina shot her a look. “Sorry, Dad! I wasn’t making fun, you really do have a great ass for a man your age ... uh, wait, I’m sorry! God! I’m kind of nervous and don’t know why I said that!”

“I understand, Steph,” I said. Move along, move along, nothing to see, here.

“Um, I think I understand about the, um, sex feelings stuff you were talking about, Mom. Maybe I should turn around like Dad,” said Stephanie as she turned around to face away. “Oh, God. I’m so nervous I’m blathering!”

Bettina came and sat next to me and hugged me. She looked down at and then stared at my cock, so stiff it wasn’t even bobbing. It stared back, almost mocking us both. Slowly, almost unwillingly, Bettina reached down to grasp it. It felt so good I groaned. “Wait, no...”

“Let me help you with that,” she said gently. I looked around. Stephanie was still sitting facing away. I froze in indecision, wanting, needing, the relief, but still fearing to give in to the temptation. Bettina slid her hand down the slick tip of my cock, smearing pre-cum down the rest of it as well as on her palm. There was a lot of it to smear, apparently. Her grip slid down it, feeling marvelous.

Bettina began to slowly pump, far too slowly, dammit! The pleasure was near torture, she moved so slowly. To make matters worse, or better, she whispered as she stroked, “I want you to cum for me, Daddy. I’m making you feel so good, aren’t I? I want you to shoot off in my hands, just like you did for your Mommy!”

She had her other hand working at her pussy, fingers dipping deep inside then coming out to circle her button, stroke it and plunge back inside. The look on her face was ... fixated, lustful, and delighted. Her voice was low, tempting, and coaxing.

Her words went to the back of my brain and played with my controls, flipped switches and turned knobs in there so that the world turned and the only stable thing was her slowly pumping hand on my pulsing cock which begged and pleaded for her to go faster. I felt like there was a ringing in my ears, an almost audible hum that vibrated every cell in my body. I itched with need, ached with it. I held my breath to keep from screaming, from howling. How could a person contain this ... this ... My patience broke into a thousand pieces. “GAH! Fuck! Will you fucking LET ... ME ... CUM!” I yelled.

Oh, shit. There was no way that Stephanie couldn’t have heard that. I felt shame burn my face. Bettina grinned at me like the cat that got the canary. “You want me to go faster?”

“Yes! ... Yes, please!”

“You know she’s looking, now. You know she can tell what we’re doing...” she said, not varying her slow strokes at all.

“Nguh...”

“She’s watching, fascinated. Think about that, your daughter watching as her mother strokes her daddy off. Soon, she’ll want a better look, want to see everything, maybe even want to help...” Bettina’s words were like her hand on my cock, making it better and worse at the same time, making the shame mix with the sexual need and the pleasure. “Imagine her big blue eyes watching, her tongue tip on her lips, her hard little nipples needing to be squeezed, her little pussy a wet and crazy mess, needing to be filled with Daddy’s cock...”

She sped up, and shifted into a rhythm that was just fast enough as she said this last, and thrust her fingers far and hard into her pussy, gasping as she came. I came, too, explosively hard, and she pointed my cock so that my spend shot onto her heaving breasts, covering a nipple and the roundness of her slightly drooping flesh of her right tit. I moaned with the orgasm, rocking back and then desperately forward so I wouldn’t fall on my back and reveal more of what was happening to my daughter. I quivered with the effort to stifle my instinctive bucks and thrusts.

“Mmm, that was a good cum for Mommy!” she purred, and teased her cum-covered nipple as I watched, then brought her fingertip to her lips and sucked it with obscene relish. I could feel Stephanie’s eyes on us, watching. My face must have been crimson, and the blush probably went down to my navel.

It occurred to me that, of the two of us, Bettina seemed to be the most affected in this place. The gusts of lust that blew through us seemed to pick her up and carry her away with them easily, while I, well, I resisted a bit more. Not enough, though. Bettina had just performed for our daughter. She had been looking toward Stephanie as she sucked her finger, smiling lasciviously.

As I panted in the aftereffects of the orgasm, I looked at Bettina’s eyes again. They had definitely changed color, from her normal deep brown to a green-gold color. Were they greener than they had been earlier? It was hard to tell. I wondered if the Bettina in front of me was really Bettina. Perhaps all of this was designed to change me, not us. Maybe I was the only one really here. I shook my head.

“Why did you just do that in front of Stephanie?” I asked in a low voice.

“What?” Bettina looked innocent, then shocked, then embarrassed. “Oh, God, Jimmy! What did I just do?”

I didn’t answer, just looked at her steadily.

“I ... I don’t ... I got carried away. It felt ... it felt good, right, natural to be, um, act, uh, you know. It just seemed sexy and exciting and like what I should do!” she babbled as tears came to her eyes. “I needed to show her how to be sexy, like I’m supposed ... like I ... um, like it felt like I was supposed to do, to teach... !”

“You know I can hear everything you say, right?” said Stephanie. “I heard all of it. Mom, you are really fucked up, aren’t you?”

Bettina looked to her daughter, and shrugged her shoulders. “Yes, Sweetie, I think I am. I feel like I’m losing who I am here. I’ve been doing things I would never have done before. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Well, that’s not quite true. There are things in my head that make some of this seem right. Like, I remember your grandmother’s memories, and she was ... she had ... her life was very messed up, especially at your age.”

“What? You remember...” Stephanie asked, completely lost. “Gramma Cartwright’s memories? As her? Oh, God, am I going to go crazy here, too?”

My erection had finally relaxed to the point where I could conceal my privates from my daughter to a degree. I turned around and arranged myself facing her so I wasn’t flashing her.

“Things are very confused right now, Steph,” I said. “I don’t know if it’s this place, or whoever put us here, but we are getting, ah, ‘messed with.’ I don’t know if someone is experimenting on us, or playing with our minds, or exactly what, but your mother and I are having some trouble thinking straight. My best advice to you is to try to hold on to who you are.”

“I see,” said Stephanie, looking at her mother like she might grow another head at any moment.

“I’m sorry for ... all that,” I said waving my hand about to indicate what she had seen moments before. “It has been getting difficult to not act on impulses here, especially ... well, sexual impulses.”

“Is that why ... uh, I’m feeling, uh, a bit excited?” Stephanie asked.

“Probably. Our sex drives seem to be maxed out, here.”

“Why is this happening?” Stephanie asked plaintively.

“We don’t know. We both did, uh, see and talk to your grandmother a while ago. She was saying some things that may have been true about the family and a history of...” I just couldn’t say the word ‘incest’, “ ... unusual sexual practices. But it could have been a trick, or manipulation, or something. But those practices are what your mother is remembering.”

Bettina looked at me like I was throwing her under the bus. Maybe I was. It was not what I intended, but I had to cling to some kind of hope. I would try to be more supportive.

“You saw her, too?” Stephanie asked.

“Yes,” I said, nodding, but leaving out most of what actually happened. “I’m not sure if it was real, though.” I tired to make it up to Bettina. “Your mom was suspicious about her, and thought it wasn’t really Gramma Cartwright at first. When she disappeared and your mom started to remember memories of Gramma Cartwright’s life ... well. Your Mom is telling you the truth. This has been really difficult for us. We had been glad you weren’t having to go through it too,” I told Stephanie.

“Oh,” said Stephanie.

“What was the last thing you remember before being here?” asked Bettina.

“Uh, I talked to you on the phone about coming home tomorrow. Um, I went to bed after that.” answered Stephanie.

Bettina and I looked at each other. “You talked to us on the phone? Last night?” I asked.

“Well, to Mom, really, but it was on speakerphone and I think you were listening. She said we have a new maid.”

“A new maid?” asked Bettina.

“Yeah. You didn’t say much about her except she was Margerite’s daughter and to expect her to act oddly, that she’d been abused or something. Carmen, you said her name was.”

“Did I sound different than usual?” asked Bettina.

“No, not at all,” said Stephanie. “Was I really not talking to you?”

“I don’t know. I don’t ... what I can say is that I don’t remember talking to you.”

“Huh. It sounded like you, but we didn’t talk very long, and I was ... kind of distracted,” said Stephanie.

“‘Kind of distracted’?” Bettina asked.

“Um, yeah, I, uh, was kind of horny...”

“While you were talking to us, or me?” Bettina pursued.

“Um, yeah, it ... kind of came over me all of a sudden,” admitted Stephanie. “It’s been that way a lot lately.”

“What were you thinking of? I mean, right then?”

“Uh, um, I don’t think I was thinking of anything really ... I just got really horny all of a sudden and, well, you know...” stuttered Stephanie.

“No fantasies or anything? Don’t worry, just be honest,” insisted Bettina.

“Um, no, just ... horny all of a sudden. I wasn’t having any fantasies because I was talking to you on the phone. I can’t have a fantasy and a conversation at the same time!”

Bettina was showing signs of fixating on this and getting turned on again, so I tried a diversion. “So this new maid is Marguerite’s daughter? I didn’t know she had a daughter. ‘Carmen,’ you said? And we expected her to act oddly. Any idea how?”

“No, Mom didn’t go into it, really, just said she may have been abused or something like that.”

“Hmm. And then you were here?”

“I think I went to sleep, first. I remember closing my eyes to go to sleep, lights were off, blanket pulled up, my mind drifted...”

“Were you wearing anything?” asked Bettina.

“Mo-om!“

“I just ask because you aren’t wearing anything now,” explained Bettina.

“Oh. Uh, yeah, I was wearing my nightie.”

“So it doesn’t seem like we were just physically moved here. We didn’t see or hear anyone or anything bring you here. You just seem to have suddenly been there. We’ve been here almost a week, we think,” I mused. “We just kind of woke up here. Did you?”

“I don’t know. I opened my eyes when I heard Mom say your name, but I don’t know if I was asleep. I just opened my eyes and here I was. And then Mom jerked you off!”

“Uh, yeah I remember.” I said.

“Mom, you said you felt like you had to show me? Teach me how to be sexy?” asked Stephanie.

“Um, yeah. Things here seem to happen like that. Things will seem like normal, especially when they’re not,” said Bettina, blushing.

“With Dad? I mean...” Stephanie struggled a moment, “I don’t know what I mean.”

“Yes. I felt like I had to show you how to be sexy for Daddy,” Bettina said, firmly.

“‘Daddy’?” asked Stephanie.

“Um, sorry, that’s kind of Gramma Cartwright, there. She called her father ‘Daddy’,” explained Bettina. “I told you, she had a very fucked-up life.”

“Gramma Cartwright fu ... slept with her own father?” asked Stephanie incredulously.

“She said she did, and now I remember her doing it, too, in detail. And Jimmy, your father, looks a lot like her Daddy did when ... Um, yes. She spent a lot of time in therapy over it later.”

“Uh ... wow!” said Stephanie. “So ... you’ve been here a week, and I’ve been ... uh, ‘distracted’ a lot during that time, too. It’s been getting more and more intense. I was planning on staying in my room pretending to be sick when I got home if I, uh, didn’t calm down.”

“‘Distracted’?” asked Bettina with a grin.

Stephanie exploded. “Yes, Mom, ‘distracted’. Jilling off. Flicking my bean. Masturbating like a madwoman, okay? I’ve been horny as fuck, sexually frustrated, and I don’t have a boyfriend, or even a girlfriend, right now. No one to help, and I’ve needed it!”

“Girlfriend?” Bettina’s eyebrow rose. “ ... I’m sorry, Sweetie,” Bettina said, sounding very sincere. “I do understand. We understand. The sexual frustration.”

“Then suddenly I’m here and you two are ... are ... doing that, and it is not helping, okay!? And now you’re telling me weird sex shit about you and Dad, and Gramma, and what the fuck am I supposed to think?” Stephanie sobbed, breaking both my heart and her mother’s.

“We’ll turn around, look away,” said Bettina quietly.

“What?”

“There is no privacy here, but we’ll do what we can,” said Bettina matter-of-factly. She turned around, facing away from Stephanie, then poked me so I would follow suit. I was feeling a bit bewildered, but did so.

“You ... you expect me to ... right here? Now?” Stephanie sounded shocked.

“If you are that desperate, yes,” said Bettina. “Look, it’s going to have to happen. Your Dad and I ... well, we’re going to have to play again sometime soon, so you might as well. The pressure builds up, and the more you fight it, the worse it gets, and when it breaks you, it makes you a little crazier. Maybe a lot crazier. I’ve found myself doing things I never thought I would, acting in ways I never would have before. I’m trying to spare you at least some of that. God only knows how weird you could get if you do what we did. I wound up begging your Dad to fuck his mother so I could cum, okay? Just get it over with. Take care of it. We’ll pretend we’re not here.”

“You ... what? Oh, fuck, Mom. Did Dad do it?”

“We’re still not sure it was real,” I said, defensively.

“You did, didn’t you? Your mother?”

Damn it, I was erect again. “Thanks, dear,” I said sarcastically.

“She needs to know. She needs to not wind up like me, willing to do damn near anything thinking it’s normal and right!” Bettina said. “I think I tried to hold out too long.”

“You did? I thought maybe this place just affected you more strongly?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I just can tell there’s a huge difference in me now, I’m ... I’m not a good girl anymore!” Now Bettina was crying.

“Bettina, honey, shh ... it’s okay, you will always be a good girl, my wonderful wife, and the love of my life!” I said, hugging her tightly.

“No, you don’t know what’s in my head, now! You’ll hate me! Bettina sobbed.

“Shh ... no, of course I won’t. It will be okay. I love you,” I soothed, stroking her back and kissing her.

We heard Stephanie breathing harder, obviously building up to an orgasm. The sounds seemed loud and clear, unmistakable.

“Try not to think of Daddy,” said Bettina, loudly enough to carry.

“Goh!” Stephanie gave an involuntary gasp as suddenly there was no way to avoid thinking of me as she pleasured herself.

“Really? You just did that?” I asked. Bettina grinned lustfully and almost dove into my lap, sucking my cock deep into her throat in one smooth motion. She almost purred, then began humming. The wave of pleasure was deep and intense, the more so for being unexpected. Combined with the sounds Stephanie was making, the stimulation took me from 0 to 60 in moments. Within a stroke or two I was holding my wife’s head and guiding it as she clutched my ass from the front, kneading my buns like a kitten kneading a mother cat’s teat, claws and all.

I growled deep in my throat with need, need for ... need for ... no! I tried to resist realizing just exactly what it was that feeling of need was calling for. I just needed to cum, the feeling of my balls pulsing, of flow jumping from balls to cock to pussy to womb -- no! Change that to down my wife’s amazing throat, into her stomach, just above her womb, the womb where -- no, dammit! The fiendish bitch had put the idea into my head as well as my daughter’s, hadn’t she?

I felt her finger slide into my asshole and wiggle, touching off an eruption inside me. I spasmed, pulling her head down as far as it would go as my cock fired a blast of semen into Steph’s, no, Mom’s, no, dammit, Bettina’s warm, velvety pussy, no, throat. I heard her laughing in delight as I came.

Bettina paused, stilled, as my orgasm finished, and I fell back flat on the floor. As the oversensitivity faded, I looked up at her smiling in beatific satisfaction, and I realized she had just cum as well. I hadn’t done anything to help her along, hadn’t stimulated her, hadn’t touched anything of her except her head, and that in urgent demand, not love.

Her green-gold eyes were pulsing, the pupils widening and contracting with each beat of her heart as she looked at me where I lay. No, wait, she was looking at Stephanie, too, taking us both in as she smiled. It was then that she made a great show out of stroking herself, legs lewdly spread and running her middle two fingers in deep and then out to tease her button, then back in again and cupping a breast and pinching its nipple, the pleasure writ large on her face.

Stephanie was looking at her mom. She’d turned around and was mirroring her mother’s position and actions, and after a moment or two they were perfectly synchronized. I looked back and forth between them, knowing I should feel a lot more discomfort seeing my daughter like this.

“You made me think of Dad; you wanted me to, didn’t you?” asked Stephanie.

“Mmmm,” Bettina purred, “Mm-hmm!”

Stephabie gave a little gasp. “Doing that excited you, didnt it?” continued Stephanie.

“Mm-hmmm!“ affirmed Bettina. “I got such a thrill knowing you were thinking of Daddy as you played with yourself and made yourself cum! It made me so happy! I’d be happier if you were over here riding Daddy’s cock, and getting shot full of his yummy cum!” She looked wistful for a moment, “I wanna lick you to orgasm after orgasm with your pussy full of Daddy’s cum!”

As Bettina said these things, Stephanie clenched and moaned with a thrill at each statement. She was shaking her head in denial, but did not stop stroking herself. I realized that Bettina had surrendered the fight, and that Stephanie was losing it. And me? I knew I was in deep trouble, and was losing my resolve along with each battle. I had only hope left that I wouldn’t lose the war.

I watched Stephanie’s face as she stiffened and quivered to a stop. She looked back at me as her face relaxed and she smiled, then abruptly realized she was on full display with alarm. I saw the mental shrug first in her face, and then she did shrug. “It’s not like you haven’t seen everything I’ve got at this point,” she said, “and if this stuff keeps happening you’ll see it again and again.”

I shrugged, myself, and smiled. No one here could pretend to modesty at this point. “I think we’ve lost your mother,” I said.

Bettina frowned at me.

“You seem to have gone all-in, or been swept away.”

“Oh. Yeah. I think you’re right. I can’t trust myself anymore. Everything is all sex almost all the time. My mind is full of it, and I don’t know what normal is anymore, and while I remember caring about it, I just can’t bring myself to actually care about it anymore. I think I’m just depraved, now, I mean really-enjoying-it depraved. Like, right now, I’m stopping myself from explaining in detail what depraved things I want to say and do and see...”

“Thank you, dear, I think we understand.”

“Too much, huh? Sorry.”

“I wish you could hug me,” said Stephanie. “I’m really feeling scared.”

“I wish I could, too, baby girl,” I said. I caught myself using the old endearment that she had outgrown years ago. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to belittle you!” It was what she had said when she asked me, told me, really, to stop calling her that.

“That’s okay, Dad,” she sighed. “It doesn’t really bother me anymore.”

I smiled. “Starting to appreciate the love rather than feel it makes you less than you are?”

“Uh, sure, I guess, kind of,” she said. “As long as you don’t want to diaper me! If you’re good, I might wear pigtails, though...” She clapped her hand to her mouth.

“Uh, no, no worries about that! I’ve dealt with enough diapers to last a lifetime,” I said, deliberately ignoring the last part of what she’d said. Pigtails? Oh. Ohhhh. Um.

“She’s flirting with you, Jimmy,” laughed Bettina.

“I caught that, yes, thanks,” I said. “I was trying to guide the conversation back to safer ground.”

“Oh. You normally miss things like that,” she replied.

“She doesn’t normally flirt with me. Well, not much, and certainly not seriously,” I explained. “It’s different here.”

Stephanie blushed prettily, and I could see exactly how far down the blush went. Eyes up, old man, I reprimanded myself.

Bettina got up and stretched, a lovely sight, then walked over to Stephanie and hugged her.

“How... ? Is the ... thing gone?” asked Stephanie.

“I don’t know. I just felt like it,” answered Bettina.

I got up and started toward the two. As I got three feet from them, I suddenly slid to the right. “No, it’s still there,” I said, “for me, anyway.”

Stephanie looked at me, then her mom, then back to me, and said, “They’re working against me, now, aren’t they?” Her mother was stroking her back and arms, her breasts pressed against Stephanie’s. “They’re using mom to break down my resistance. Why do they want us all having sex?”

“Because you can have the right babies,” Bettina sniled, “at least that’s what Gramma Cartwright believes.”

“Babies? I’m supposed to get pregnant? With Dad’s baby?” asked Stephanie, appalled.

“Oh, yes! You are going to love being pregnant, Sweetie! You will look so cute with a baby bump! And I bet you’ll have a fetish about it, so that you’ll enjoy everything about it! You are going to be so turned-on all the time!”

“But, but ... I don’t want a baby, and definitely not Dad’s!” cried Stephanie, appalled.

“Oh, but you will!” said Bettina. She sighed, “I didn’t get to have a fetish, I just had Jimmy, and the two others that didn’t take.”

“What? I don’t understand,” said Stephanie.

“I think that was Gramma Cartwright,” I said to her in a low voice.

“And I just had you, Stephie. Not that you weren’t and aren’t a joy, but I think if I was excited about it all the time, I would have had more kids, and now everything wouldn’t depend on you and your father,” continued Bettina.

“What all depends on dad and I?” asked Stephanie.

“Well, according to Gramma Cartwright...” Bettina said, then told Stephanie what we’d been told and what ‘she’ remembered now. During all this, Stephanie sank to the ground and sat, looking back and forth between her mother and me. I nodded corroboration at appropriate points. By the time Bettina had finished, Stephanie’s jaw had made best friends with her toes, and her eyebrows had vanished beneath her hairline.

Stephanie looked around carefully again, and said, “This is the most fucked-up nightmare I’ve ever had. I mean, I’ve had sex dreams before, and I’ve had nightmares before, but this ... it just can’t be real. Maybe I’m having some kind of breakdown or something. Maybe Liz slipped me some kind of super-powerful drugs of some kind in my drinks at Gaby’s or something...”

“Sweetie, I know it’s hard to accept, but...” started Bettina.

Stephanie exploded again. “Hard to accept!? Really? My strait-laced mother and my incredibly reserved father appear naked and doing sexual things that I couldn’t even imagine them doing yesterday, my mother wants me to fuck my father and have babies for him, and is somehow in communication with my dead grandmother, the one who was all about propriety and being a proper young lady, but who, it turns out, was a pure, shameless slut for her father and had my father as a result of this unholy lust, and my mother wants me to be exactly like that for my father? No, Mom, not ‘hard to accept’ at all! It’s impossible!” She paused, panting from her outburst. “What screws with me the most, what really scares the hell out of me, is that there’s a part of me that is turned on by all this! They’re going to lock me away in a rubber room in a straitjacket for the rest of my life! Maybe I already have been! Maybe I’m in some insane asylum somewhere and that’s why everything is so white!”

“Well, then,” said Bettina, scooting around behind Stephanie and snuggling up close behind her, one leg thrown to each side of her, “there’s no harm in exploring this incestuous fantasy, is there? You should be able to explain it accurately and well for the doctors when they come to psychoanalyze you.” She reached and cupped Stephanie’s breast with one hand, and slid another down to Stephanie’s sex.

Stephanie stiffened, made a “Mmmmm...” sound, but then carefully removed Bettina’s hands. “No, that is not what that means. And whether this is all happening in my mind or not, there are things that one simply shouldn’t do.” She turned her head and looked at her mother, “And I am not ready to embrace the madness, even if it feels good.”

Bettina made a pouty face, but then smiled and kissed her daughter on the forehead. “You can run, but you can’t hide. You’re just going to get hornier and hornier, and it won’t be long before you can’t make yourself cum. You’ll need help.”

Stephanie looked at me with worry in her eyes. I shrugged, and admitted, “That’s what happened to us. We seem to get marched step by step in the direction they want us to go, whoever ‘they’ are.”