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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Melissa's Rite
Universe: Haven
Summary: The Darkness has found a new ally in Melissa, a 15 year old
girl bent on revenge on those that have wronged her. The others must
stop her before she gains more power and takes control of them all.

Part: 13 of 31
Keywords: mf, mF, MF, ff, fF, fsolo, teen, inc, oral, voy, mc, nc,
toys, humil, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2007

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Jason sighed in exasperation, running his fingers through his hair as
he paced the length of the room, his other hand curled tightly around
the phone. "Cassie, I wish you hadn't done that! You and the girls
could have been in serious trouble!"

"You were already busy dealing with Richie. I just wanted to help."

"Walking blindly into danger like that is not helping!"

"I did no such thing, Jason. I checked out that place as thoroughly as
I could, and we covered our tracks. Everything is all right."

Jason wanted to be angry with Cassie. He needed some way to vent his
frustration. But he knew that Cassie was not stupid. Someone who had
managed to stand against Nyssa successfully was far more capable than
he was giving her credit for now.

"I think this is too convenient. We happen to need a place to meet
because of Melissa and this drops in our laps."

"Wait, you don't think Melissa is behind this?"

"Why not? With her power, she could control someone into setting this
up."

"But what purpose would it serve?"

"To get us all in one place to make it easier for her to take us out of
the way."

Cassie considered this for a moment. "I don't think that's possible,
Jason."

"Why not? We don't know what her power level is!"

"All seven of us at once? If she had that sort of ability, she'd be on
par with Nyssa, and things would be a lot worse right now."

Jason sighed. "That's a real stretch, Cassie. This is all just
circumstantial evidence."

"Then why is she seeking more power?"

Jason paused and furrowed his brow. "And how would you know she's doing
that?"

"Because of this ..." Cassie relayed to Jason what she and Melinda had
overheard. "I told the girls as well. I'll fill Ned in later before we
go out on our date."

Jason remained silent for a long moment.

"Jason?" Cassie asked tentatively. "Are you still there?"

"Too convenient," Jason finally said.

"What?"

"Come on, Cassie. You and Melinda just happen to be in the right place
at the right time to overhear Melissa tell her plans to Susan?"

Cassie was upset that not one but two things she thought she had done
well were called into question. It made her feel like she had done
nothing right that day. "You're not making any sense. Why do that in
the first place?"

"I honestly don't know. And if it were just that, or just the letter
about the meeting place, I might not be so suspicious."

"So what do we do now? Even if Melissa had staged that scene in the
hallway, it's obvious she's up to something."

"Yeah, I know. Damn. We're not supposed to get in her way, but ..."

"I know you don't want to hear this, but I'm not sure you're
interpreting Mara's prediction correctly."

Jason made a face. "Yeah, Ned read me the riot act on that already," he
said sourly.

"Jason, I'm going to try my lucid dreaming one more time tonight," said
Cassie. "I'm pretty close to a breakthrough. Maybe I can confirm
Melissa's plans."

"All right. Thank you. I know that sort of thing is hard for you to
do."

"To be honest, after hearing what she might be doing to poor Susan and
her mother, I don't have as much sympathy for her. Maybe people have
been cruel to her in the past, but I don't think it justifies this."

"I know, but try telling her that," Jason said, his voice more calm and
even. "But what about this house? You /sure/ that everything looked
okay, Cassie?"

"Positive. We were there for an hour and nothing happened to us.
Heather didn't sense anything sinister at all."

Jason raised an eyebrow. "An hour? Doing what?"

"Talking. We ... worked a few things out."

"Oh?"

Cassie tried to find the right way to say it without embarrassing him.
"We think we got a handle on your, um, submissiveness problem. Both
Heather and Melinda are going to back off."

Jason blinked. "Back off? But ... uh ... Melinda and I are ..."

"No, I don't mean it like that. Just for Harbinger stuff. And Melinda
agreed to let me keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn't get out of
line."

Jason was stunned. He had been in a catch-22 because the problem would
have prevented him from being as forceful with Melinda as he needed to
be to correct it himself. He had been too embarrassed to ask for help.
He realized that was foolish on his part, but the male ego was a
powerful thing.

"Thank you, Cassie," he said softly. "I owe you big. Again."

"I just wanted to help."

Jason did feel a small measure of disappointment. He had enjoyed having
sex with Heather again. It wasn't better than with Melinda, just
different. Having the variety had been nice.

After a moment's thought, however, he realized the flaw in the plan. "I
appreciate it, Cassie, but Heather and Melinda still have their own
problem they need to ..."

"That's taken care of as well," said Cassie, a hint of pride in her
voice. "Or rather, I think they're going to take care of it soon."

"Oh. Wow."

Cassie giggled. "Seems crazy, doesn't it? How we all seem to talk about
sex routinely now?"

Jason forced a weak smile. He could not get the image of Miss Davis out
of his head. Only to him there had been nothing erotic about it. It had
disturbed him that Richie could be so shameless.

And now Jason realized he had to inform Cassie of the bad news.
"Cassie, I need to tell you something. It's about Richie. He's out of
the group."

There was a moment of silence at Cassie's end, then a slow sigh.

"I had to, Cassie. He's messing with Miss Davis and he won't quit. He
doesn't see what's wrong with it. I can't rely on him anymore. I'm not
sure I ever could."

"Jason, what is he doing with Miss Davis? Has he enslaved her?"

"It's as good as that."

"Is he playing to some fantasy of hers?"

Jason frowned. "What does that have to do with it?"

"Because that's a common theme of some of the other things we've seen
lingering in people after Nyssa."

"But it doesn't excuse Richie's actions!"

"I'm not saying it does, but ... well, didn't you tell me that Miss
Davis sort of flirted with Richie over the summer?"

"That's what Richie claims anyway," Jason said acidly. "But he can
claim anything he wants. And that doesn't make it Miss Davis' fault."

"I didn't say that either!"

Jason sighed. "This isn't getting us anywhere. The fact of the matter
is that he let us down. Again. I can't deal with having to watch him
all the time."

Cassie thought there was more to it. She herself knew that fantasies
could be very powerful things. Nyssa had manipulated one of hers, one
that still came back to her at odd moments when she was alone. But she
never knew whether she had any lingering influence simply because she
never felt the urge to try it.

"All right, Jason," Cassie said. "You're the leader of this group, so
it's your decision."

"Yes, I am," Jason said firmly. "And that decision stands."

"I need to go. I need to get ready for my date with Ned."

"Sure thing, Cassie." He smiled. "It's about time."

"About ... huh?"

"You and him I mean. Considering how much you two like each other."

Cassie giggled weakly. "I guess we /are/ that obvious."

"If it helps any, it was Heather that had mentioned it to me a week
ago. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow. Have a nice time."

"I'll try. Bye."

"Bye."



Richie poked at his dinner, his head leaning against one hand, his face
morose. Sandra cast furtive glances, her eyes unable to settle on
annoyance or concern.

"Is there something wrong with dinner, Richie?" Sandra finally asked
when the silence became too much for her.

Richie shook his head without lifting his eyes. He speared a piece of
chicken on his plate, seemed to contemplate it for a moment, then
finally popped it in his mouth. He wrinkled his nose and sighed as he
chewed, as if the meal had suddenly tasted bad to him despite being one
of his favorites.

"You barely ate only half of it."

Richie shrugged. "Not that hungry."

Sandra frowned and opened her mouth, but stopped herself from making an
acidic comment. The frown faded. She didn't want to risk another
hurtful remark. She was not sure she could take much more from him.

She thought it rather cruel that the Darkness would not protect her
feelings from Richie's sharp tongue. It would be better if she were
made a total, mindless slave to it. Then she would not be conscious of
Richie's hatred.

Sandra looked at Richie again. She had had the foolish notion that if
she had stayed home and cooked a proper meal for him that he might
actually afford her a little kindness. She did not truly believe she
deserved any, but it would have made her feel better. There was so
little she could do for him anymore.

"I'm sorry for this morning, Richie," Sandra blurted, though she knew
it was just the wrong thing to say.

Richie's fork clattered to the plate. "Huh?"

"This morning. Whatever I did that made you upset. I'm sorry."

Richie's eyes narrowed and again burned with anger. One hand clenched,
then slowly let go. "Yeah, sure, whatever," he said sullenly. He moved
to pick up his fork, paused, and looked at his mother again. "Mom,
why'd you come to Haven?"

Sandra looked surprised at the question. "That was a long time ago. I'm
not really sure anymore ..."

"Bullshit."

Sandra glared at Richie, but quickly subsided. "Why is that important
to you?"

"Why won't you answer it?"

Sandra hesitated. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. "It's ... it's
rather personal, Richie."

"Yeah, so?"

Sandra grimaced. Remembering was nearly as hurtful as Richie's words
had been that morning. She waited, silently begging the Darkness to
descend upon her and block out the horrible memories. But the Darkness
was again cruel to her, and let her experience the emotional pain.

Perhaps it was part of her punishment. Perhaps the Darkness knew that
she had stolen moments for herself as recently as the week before. Now
it would let her wallow in self-misery as a reward.

She glared at Richie again. "Yeah, and how do I know you just don't
want more shit to throw back at me?"

"I just want some fucking straight answers for a change."

"I didn't want any of this to happen. You have to understand that."

Richie threw his fork down again. It bounced off the plate and
clattered to the tablecloth. "You totally fuck up my life and then you
won't even tell me why. Yeah, some Mom you are."

Sandra felt her throat close up.

Richie shook his head and stood up. He fixed a narrow gaze at her. His
expression softened slightly, but he turned away from the table just
the same and started to walk out of the room.

"I was looking for help!" Sandra exclaimed.

Richie stopped at the door and turned around. "Huh? Help for what?"

"For a ... a personal problem. Between me and your father."

"What kinda problem?"

Sandra knitted her fingers together anxiously. "A sexual problem,
Richie," she said in a low voice.

Richie's eyes widened.

"I was ... I couldn't ... I had trouble getting in the mood for him."

Richie stared. "You're kidding."

Sandra averted her eyes in embarrassment. "No, I'm not. We had ..."

She trailed off. Her pussy was warm and damp. /Not now ... please, let
me finish ... if I'm to tell him the truth, let me do it my way!/

Richie snorted humorlessly. "Yeah, guess you had that problem fixed,
huh? You can do it with anything that moves now."

"That's not what I wanted, Richie," Sandra cried, though the wave of
desire coming over her robbed it of its conviction. "I just wanted to
make love to your father again."

"And you came to Haven for that? I don't get it, Mom. What the fuck was
here that you didn't have back where we lived in Randall?"

Sandra felt the tendrils slithering into her mind again, wrapping
themselves around her thoughts. She had little energy for resistance.
Each time it got harder. "A therapist," she said in a husky voice. "A
.... wonderful therapist ..."

Her pussy grew hot and wet. Her thighs parted to relieve the pressure.
Her arousal soared as she remembered what he had done to her, how he
had twisted her desires and made her need sex as much as want it.

Richie said nothing. He just stared, his mouth open.

Sandra fought to say her own words in her own voice, but it was a
losing battle. "He changed me, Richie. He made me enjoy sex again.
Really enjoy it."

Richie closed his mouth. His hands clenched. It was happening again.
Just when he was going to find out something, she was stopped. He
wanted to sympathize with her. He knew he should, but he couldn't. The
anger and the years of frustration and growing resentment were too
great.

She came to Haven herself. She started it. Jason had talked about
betrayal, but he felt Jason was wrong. His own mother was the original
betrayer. She betrayed Richie and his father.

Richie seethed with hatred, but he bit back the impulse to shout it at
her. He had gained at least that measure of compassion, however
fleeting it may prove to be.

Sandra could not talk anymore. She was afraid of what she might say.
The Darkness had made her intensely lustful again. Her pussy begged for
relief and she had to satisfy it.

"Yeah, you enjoy it all right," Richie said in a sullen voice. "Sure.
You get all that you want now. Hope it makes you happy."

The words hurt, but they also excited her beyond all reason. Her hand
disappeared under the table. There was the sound of a zipper, the slide
of fabric, and then wet noises.

Richie swallowed. He stared for another moment, then quickly left the
room.

Sandra moaned, her fingers working wet and needful flesh. She rose at
first, then hovered. She moved faster, until the uneven legs of the
chair made a rapping sound against the hardwood as it rocked back and
forth. She whimpered piteously as relief came no closer no matter how
furiously her fingers worked her slit.

/Bad girl./

Sandra whimpered again. Her pussy felt horribly achy with unsatisfied
lust.

/Very bad girl./

"I'm sorry ..." she begged softly. "Please ..."

/Tell him nothing./

"B-but he deserves to know. I didn't ... I ..."

/No./

Sandra let her breath go as a despairing sigh. She pulled her shaking
hand from under her panties. The voice fell silent in her head, but its
anger was with her still.

She rose from the table. Her pussy still burned. It would stay that
way, with no way to cum, until it was satisfied that she was
sufficiently punished. Until she could be a good girl again. She would
look forward to that.

She wiped at her eyes, took a deep breath to compose herself, and began
to clear the table.



David Sovert rose from the dinner table. "Good meal, honey."

Penny smiled at him. "Thank you."

He pushed in his chair. "I need to reply to a few emails at work. Won't
be long."

"Now now, dear," said Penny as she stood, taking a large bowl in her
hand. "We didn't get you that internet setup so you could spend your
off time at work."

David smiled. "I know, honey. I'll keep them brief."

"You better. I'll be waiting for you."

Heather shuddered at the husky tone of her mother's voice. Melinda made
a face and averted her eyes when David planted a light but lingering
kiss on his wife's lips. "Need help with the cleanup?" he asked softly.

"No, that's fine. It's Heather's turn tonight."

"Okay. I'll see you in a bit."

They kissed again and parted.

Melinda watched her father's retreating back and shivered before
standing. "May I be excused?" she said in a small voice, not meeting
her mother's gaze.

Penny looked at her for a moment. Heather heard the tiny sigh. "Yes,
you may."

Melinda nodded. She looked back at Heather. Her eyes held a sultry,
needful look. She swallowed and fled.

Heather felt guilty. She had been thinking about Melinda all through
the meal, and it had obviously affected her little sister. But at least
this time Heather didn't see the anger or frustration. If Melinda were
upset about anything, it was her father.

Heather couldn't see it no matter how hard she looked. But Melinda
claimed she could. It was just a very faint wisp, barely there, as if
it had been a stray tendril of someone else's Aura that had found
itself a new host. It was Penny's influence over him. She was exerting
it more often now.

Until that evening, Melinda had held out some hope that her father had
not been seriously affected by her mother's fall. Now it seemed that
was gone as well.

"Heather?" Penny said crisply before carrying the bowl into the
kitchen.

Heather stood and cleared the table. She helped her mother load the
dishwasher in utter silence, then stood by the sink to help wash the
pans and implements that could not go through the washer.

Penny turned her head and glanced at her daughter on occasion, her dark
red ponytail wagging. "You're quiet tonight."

"I have something else on my mind right now, mother."

Penny sighed through her nose. "Mom" had become "mother" as of that
morning. She felt like it was a demotion. "May I ask what?"

"Melinda."

"Oh?"

As casually as she could, and without bothering to lower her voice so
her father would not hear, she said, "I'm going to have sex with her
tonight."

Penny froze with a plate halfway out of the soapy water. She blinked a
few times, then handed the plate to Heather for rinsing and drying
without a word.

Heather turned to her mother with the dripping plate in her hand.
"Don't you care?"

Penny looked at her. "Is it something you want to do?"

Heather hadn't expected that question, and there was a pause before she
answered. "Yes."

"Then what ...?"

"Don't you care /why/ I want to?"

"You're getting water on the floor."

Heather dutifully, if a bit perfunctorily, rinsed the plate and set it
out to dry. "It didn't come from me," she said without looking at her
mother. "And I'm practically controlling Melinda into doing it."

Penny's gaze hardened. "Don't blame this on me, Heather. Or ... or
Haven. You're not being controlled by anyone anymore."

"No thanks to you," Heather muttered.

"I don't want to go into this again."

"Tell me something, please. Does /it/ want us to do this?"

Penny hesitated. "I don't follow you."

"Yes, you do. You know exactly what I'm talking about. It wanted me to
enslave my sister. Does it want me to do this, too?"

Penny stared at her daughter for a long moment, her eyes shimmering.
"I-I can't tell," she said softly, averting her eyes.

Heather had hoped for an answer of "no." Then it would have been an act
of defiance. She had dreaded an answer of "yes." Then she couldn't do
it, no matter how badly the desire burned. She'd sooner die that do
something the Darkness wanted.

This was neither. But it would have to do.

"I'm doing this for me," Heather said softly but vehemently. "No one
else. And Melinda agreed. /Willingly/. She made the decision herself."

Heather actually still had her doubts, but she had to keep the
conviction strong in her voice. She had to deny /it/ any satisfaction
it might get from this.

"Fine," Penny said in a small voice as she pulled out the drain plug.
"That's fine, Heather. It's ... a good thing."

"I wish I could believe you really mean that," Heather said as she
headed out of the kitchen.



Cassie looked at Ned across the table in the restaurant, tilting her
head as she took a sip of her soda through the straw. "Ned, is there
something bothering you?"

Ned blinked. His eyes slid back into focus. "Huh? Oh, uh, no, babe, I'm
fine."

Cassie put down her glass. "You've just been so quiet. It's not like
you."

Ned tried to give her an unconcerned grin, but it came out lopsided as
it always did when he was faking. "Aw, yer prolly tired of hearin' my
lame jokes anyway."

"I don't think your jokes are lame."

Ned felt heat rise to his cheeks. It happened every time Cassie paid
him a compliment he felt he didn't deserve. Which was about every one
of them so far.

Cassie sighed despondently. "It's me, isn't it?"

Ned stared. "Huh?"

"I tried to dress casual, Ned, but this is as casual as my parents
would allow."

Ned couldn't help but grin faintly. He thought she was beautiful, no
matter what she was wearing. Though he understood what she meant. She
was the best-dressed girl in the place. Her deep blue gown was cinched
at the waist, allowing her hips to flare a bit and show off their
curves. There was a bit of sparkle along the hems. Her hair was piled
atop her head and woven into an elegant bun, with a short ponytail
emerging from one side and draped alongside her head, just brushing one
cheek.

"No, yer fine, really. I mean, I kinda figgered that an' tried ta dress
the same way myself."

Cassie smiled. "Yes, I noticed. You look quite handsome."

Ned snorted as he glanced down at himself. His look was simpler, though
in stark contrast to his usual attire. He wore a neat, gray, buttoned
shirt and a dark blue set of dress pants.

"This ain't even mine," Ned said, grabbing at his shirt. It appeared to
be fitted for someone with a much broader chest. "Hand-me-down from my
big bro."

"Well, it still looks nice. It was good of him to let you have it."

Ned shrugged. "He don't need it in jail."

Cassie's eyes widened. "In /where?/"

Ned could have smacked himself. "Long story. Let's just say he made a
lotta bad decisions back in the ol' neighborhood."

Cassie nodded, not knowing what else to say.

Ned looked at her and interpreted her silence differently. "Eh, you
don't wanna hear about my life."

"Who says I don't?"

Ned didn't reply, which led Cassie to draw her own conclusions.

"Wait, this isn't about me, is it?" she asked in a pained voice.

"Huh?"

"Ned, I tried to downplay this as much as possible. I don't want you of
all people thinking of me as the little rich girl. I hate that almost
as much as I used to hate people thinking I was insane because of my
dreams."

"Whoa, no, babe, I'm sorry," Ned said quickly. "C'mon, Cassie, I know
ya don't wanna put on airs. I wouldn't think ya were so cool if ya did
that. Yer Mom made ya wear that, right?"

"Yes, she did."

"I mean, ya look great in it, but I know it prolly wasn't yer first
choice."

Cassie paused, then smiled slightly. "Well ... I did want to look nice
for you."

"Ya always look nice, Cassie."

Cassie blushed. Her smile widened.

"I just ... I dunno, I feel funny comparing myself to you. Like yer
outta my league or something. I mean, wow, I'm so different from you
it's nuts. It's like a movie cliche. Rich upper class girl, poor city
boy. So, it's me. It's my hangup."

"I think I understand," said Cassie. She tilted her head. "So why do
you call yourself a poor city boy?"

"Cuz of where I'm from. Grew up in the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of
New Yawk City," he said with a smirk, purposely parodying the accent.
"Not exactly the garden spot of the world, ya know. Kinda rough
neighborhood."

"Oh wow," Cassie said softly, her eyes wide. "How bad was it?"

Ned grinned and pointed at his nose. "A little souvenir. Got inta a
fight and got my nose smashed. Not enough money in the family
piggy-bank to fix it right."

Cassie covered her mouth with her hand for a moment. "Oh my, I'm so
sorry ..."

Ned shrugged. "Eh. Least it gets me a distinctive moniker 'round here.
Everyone knows 'The Nose.' I was jus' at the wrong place at the wrong
time. I'm not really much of a fighter and don't really wanna be."

"And your brother ...?"

Ned shrugged. "He made his own problems, let's just say that."

"Wow."

Ned smirked. "See? Betcha sorry ya asked."

Cassie was anything but sorry. His story had fanned the flames of her
desire for him. She wasn't sure exactly why. It was a bit like Richie
all over again, which worried her as much as it excited her.

She shifted in her seat. Her panties were damp, making her blush
deepen.

"You okay, Cassie?" Ned asked.

She looked at him. Her eyes were dark and sultry. She blinked rapidly a
few times and drew back in her seat. "Um ... I'm fine."

Ned grinned. "Man, ya really are interested in this, huh?"

Cassie smiled. "Yes, Ned, very much. I don't mind we're opposites. In
fact, I rather like it."

"You do?"

Cassie nodded. Her cheeks were still faintly pink.

"Huh, wow. Sorta like yer the uptown girl and I'm the back street guy.
Someone oughta write a song about that ... oh, wait ..."

Cassie dissolved into giggles.

Ned smiled. He felt a little better. It even made up for the
embarrassment he endured at the start of the day. He still had not told
Cassie about it.

Cassie was still giggling when the waitress delivered their meals. By
the time she stopped, her pussy was very warm and wet. She had to pause
to catch her breath and drink some cold water in hopes of quelling the
heat. She was only partially successful.

"Ned, did you say your parents were out earlier?" Cassie asked as she
picked up her fork.

"Um, yeah, they were spendin' time with relatives. Why?"

"Could we go back there for a bit after dinner? I just ... I just want
a little time alone with you, that's all."

Ned gave her a surprised look. "You do? Er ... well, um, okay. But yer
driver will wanna ..."

"If we tell him a parent is home, I think he'll let us go in alone."

Ned slowly smiled. His heart thumped./ Okay, dude, don't ya dare get
yer hopes up,/ he thought. /She ain't that kinda gal./ "Yer gettin'
devious. I like that in a girl."

Cassie giggled again. He never got tired of hearing that sound.



Heather slowly closed the door behind her and leaned against the wall
beside it, her hand still resting on the knob. Her eyes held both
desire and uncertainty as she gazed at her little sister.

Melinda stood by one corner of the foot of her bed. She opened her
mouth as if to say something, but closed it without saying a word. Her
hands lay before her, sometimes folded demurely, sometimes fidgeting,
as if she could not settle on how to present herself.

Heather saw the hint of submissiveness in Melinda's stance. A wave of
heat passed over her, and she drew in her breath and let it go as a
sultry sigh. Melinda trembled, her eyes dark with growing lust, yet
held a pleading look.

"You're doing it again," Melinda said softly, though there was little
admonishment in her tone.

"Sorry," Heather replied. There was just as little contriteness.

"You don't have to be, bubblehead. This is what you wanted."

Heather took a step towards her sister. "Only because you said it was
okay. Are you having second thoughts?"

Melinda swallowed. Her cheeks pinked. "I c-can't. Not now. Not like
this."

Heather looked past Melinda for a moment. It was only now that she
realized what was missing. Melinda had moved most of her stuffed
animals off her bed. Now all but her favorite -- a tiny pink bunny --
remained, looking forgotten in a far corner.

Suddenly her "little sister" didn't seem so little anymore.

"Heather, promise me one thing, please," Melinda said in a quivering
voice. "Don't ... don't make me do anything embarrassing. Please?"

"I don't want to do that, Melinda. I'm hoping you'll enjoy it. I want
to give you pleasure as well. I want to make you cum as much as ..."

Melinda shivered and moaned. She was growing even more aroused. Heather
could not help but grin. It was amusing as well as arousing to seeing
her sister like this.

"Melinda ... take off your shirt and jeans."

Melinda appeared to resist for a moment, but it only made the heat in
her pussy worse. Her trembling hands grabbed the shirt and pulled it
over her head. Heather looked mildly inquisitive as the simple white
bra was exposed.

"You went up another bra size?"

"About time you noticed," Melinda breathed.

Melinda tossed the shirt to the side. She squirmed as she undid her
jeans and pushed them down her legs. Her sensitive nipples rubbed
against the inside of her bra cups as she moved, sending shivers
through her.

She stepped out of her jeans and straightened. A dark and glistening
stain spread over the crotch of her panties. The soaked fabric clung to
her folds. She shifted her hips, moaning softly as her pussy tingled
madly.

Heather uttered a breathy, lust-filled sigh. "You're so pretty,
Melinda."

Melinda managed a tiny smile. "You're only saying that because you're
horny."

"Don't sell yourself short. Jason is very lucky."

Melinda's looked at Heather in surprise. Somehow she knew Heather was
being sincere.

Heather stepped up to her sister. Melinda raised her eyes, but then
closed them with a low, long moan as Heather touched one of the raised
bumps of Melinda's nipples pressed against the bra.

"So you're up a size, huh?" Heather asked with a sly smile as she
flicked at one of Melinda's nipples. "Show me."

Melinda shed her bra. Her breasts rolled from the cups, round, pert,
and beautiful. Heather gently turned Melinda around. Melinda panted in
anticipation as Heather's hands slid around her sides and cupped the
warm and soft flesh.

"Uhhnn ..." Melinda moaned. "Ohmigod ..."

Heather's thumping heart was a dull throbbing in her swollen sex. "They
feel really nice, Melinda."

Melinda writhed in her sister's hands. Her thighs grew slick. "Uhhn ...
uhhh ... /God/ ..."

Heather's advances grew more bold and self-assured. She was influencing
her little sister all right. She had fired Melinda's lust until the
heat had made her melt in Heather's hands. But it was not mindless
obedience. It was simply that Melinda was too horny to refuse.

Heather's hand slipped down. Melinda panted harder just in the
anticipation of the touch. Heather teased her, playing with the
waistband of her panties, tugging them into her slit.

"Uhhhn! H-Heather ... p-please, touch me ..." Melinda begged.

Heather's hand slid down and under. Fingers slid into young folds. A
single finger slipped into a tight tunnel.

Melinda squealed and burst into orgasm, her hips jerking hard against
Heather. Her pussy squeezed Heather's finger. Heather pumped it back
and forth until Melinda was panting hard. Melinda's legs grew weak, and
she staggered.

"Wow, you went off like a rocket," Heather said, giggling. She withdrew
her hand and stepped back.

Melinda spun around. "D-don't you dare make that the last one you do to
me!"

"I wouldn't dream of it, Melinda. I need to undress. Take of your
panties and play with yourself for me."

Melinda looked defiant for a moment, but it quickly faded. She was
still too wet and too needy. There was a wet sound as her panties
peeled away from her bare, slick mound. She slid her feet apart and
slipped her hand over her still-aching pussy. Her fingers sank into her
slit with a faint squish.

Heather stripped as Melinda watched. Melinda's breath quickened when
Heather's large breasts bounced free. They dangled under her as she
bent down to remove the rest. "And you say I'm good looking," Melinda
said. "Miss Big Boobs of Haven High."

Heather cast her clothes aside. Naked, she walked up to her sister.
Melinda's fingers moved more urgently. "Jason is your boyfriend, not
mine."

"You ... y-you went after him ... uhhn ..."

Heather's hand had replaced Melinda's. Melinda slid her feet even
further apart, her thighs quivering. Heather spoke to her in soft
tones. "I went after him once. I don't want him as a boyfriend,
Melinda. He wants you, not me. I won't take that away from you."

Melinda collapsed into Heather, pumping her hips against Heather's
fingers, whimpering with desire. She felt Heather's wonderfully plump
breasts against her body, sending another wave of heat over her.

Heather removed her hand from Melinda and backed up a step. She took
Melinda's hands in her own. Melinda looked at her sister with pleading,
intensely lustful eyes.

Heather stepped backwards, taking Melinda with her. She sat on the edge
of her bed and gently pulled Melinda between her knees. "So you like my
boobs?" Heather said with a sly smile. "You think you might show me how
much you like them?"

Melinda knew what her sister wanted. Heather slipped an arm around her
and pulled very gently. She balked and resisted. Heather lifted
inquisitive eyes to Melinda. The gaze that stared back betrayed
surprise.

With all her defenses stripped away, her psyche laid bare and helpless,
Melinda finally saw a kindness in Heather that she hadn't realized
existed. Or that she simply had refused to see.

"Please, Melinda," Heather whispered.

Between her own revelation and Heather's will, Melinda's resistance
collapsed She fell against Heather, and when her sister's breast
pressed against her face, she eagerly sought the nipple like a hungry
child.

Heather gasped and let out a ragged moan, a shiver passing through her
body as Melinda sucked. "Oh God ... oh yeah ... "

Melinda drew herself closer to Heather. Her tongue licked faster,
making Heather shudder in delight. Heather's legs trembled as she
parted them, her pussy swollen and steamy.

"Uhh ... oh God ... oh Melinda ..." Heather moaned. Her hands slid down
Melinda's back and over her ass, squeezing the cheeks. Melinda
whimpered into Heather's breast as her pussy throbbed lightly with her
heartbeat. She clamped her lips around the nipple and sucked hard.

"Uhhh! ... God, I'm so horny ... touch my pussy, Melinda ... touch ..."

Heather threw her head back as Melinda's fingers sank into her steaming
folds. Heather panted wildly as her sister rubbed her clit with quick,
eager strokes. She started to rise, and was torn between letting
Melinda continue and get relief now, or have Melinda do what she really
wanted.

But no sooner than Heather had thought it when Melinda's lips parted
from Heather's breast with a ragged, lustful sigh. "You want me to lick
it, don't you?"

Heather gazed into Melinda's eyes. They were glazed with lust and
silently pleading. She was trembling with her own intense need. Heather
glanced downward. The insides of Melinda's thighs were damp. A single
drop of fluid trickled slowly down towards her knee.

Heather slid her arms up Melinda's sides. Melinda moaned softly. Every
touch sent a new thrill through her body. She couldn't think of
anything else, her mind thoroughly addled by desire. Heather had
Melinda at her mercy.

"Yes, I do," Heather whispered. "I want to cum all over your sweet
little face, Melinda. But not yet. Here, lie on my bed."

Melinda paused as if confused. Heather stood and smiled at her, and she
understood. Melinda gave her sister a grateful smile in return and did
as she was told.

Melinda panted eagerly in anticipation, drawing her feet to her and
dropping her knees to either side. Her bare pubes were slick. Her clit,
normally nearly hidden by the tightness of her slit, bulged from
between her folds, a swollen knob of aroused flesh. Heather crawled
between Melinda's legs, running her hands along Melinda's thighs.
Melinda shivered and uttered a high-pitched, desperate moan.

Her moan turned to a gasp, her back arching briefly as Heather's tongue
invaded her folds. She writhed and panted as Heather flicked and teased
her clit, driving her into a frenzy. Heather clamped her mouth over
Melinda's mound and sucked, drawing Melinda's clit out so she could
stroke the whole shaft with her tongue.

"Ohhh! ... Ohmigod! ... Uhhnn!" Melinda cried. Heather's lips closed
around her clit, cheeks dimpling and tongue lashing mercilessly.
Melinda soared and crested hard. Her pussy throbbed so intensely that
she saw stars at the edges of her vision. She squealed in delight as
her orgasm shattered what little composure she had left.

Heather relented slowly, drawing out her sister's orgasm. She
occasionally gave Melinda's clit a harder flick, making her jerk and
utter a sudden, guttural "uh!" sound as her fading orgasm briefly
spiked again.

By the time Heather drew back, Melinda's head lolled to one side and
she let go with a long, sultry sigh.

Heather smiled and left her sister, stepping into the bathroom. She
returned a moment later carrying a towel. She placed it on the bed to
one side then crawled atop Melinda. Heather's breasts dangled under her
and brushed against her sister's. Her nipples tingled as they slid
across soft flesh.

Melinda turned her head. She gazed up at Heather and murmured, "Thank
you. God, I was so horny."

Heather's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Maybe you're still
just a bit horny."

Melinda shuddered and moaned. Her pussy grew warm again, even as it
ached from the afterglow of her orgasm. "Uhh ... God ... how do you do
that ...?"

"Don't worry, I'll make you cum again if you need it. But now I need
something from you."

Melinda swallowed. "You want me to lick your pussy," she said. Her
cheeks didn't even color.

"Oh yes." Heather retrieved the towel. "Lift your head."

Melinda complied. Heather slipped the towel under her. She looked up at
Heather in alarm. "You want me to do it on my back? I'll drown!"

Heather giggled. "Oh, you will not. In fact, you love doing it this
way."

Melinda's eyes widened as her pussy seemed to throb lightly at the
thought, making her squirm. "Oh that's so not fair, Heather ..." she
protested, though it was weak, and there was a hint of playfulness in
her eyes.

Heather smiled wickedly. She planted a knee on either side of her
sister and positioned her hips over Melinda's face. Melinda looked up
at Heather's musky sex, feeling a sudden surge of want.

Heather lowered herself delicately, leaning forward and grasping the
headboard of the bed. She stopped when she felt the light touch of
Melinda's face against her sex. She shivered and gasped softly as
something wonderfully warm and wet caressed her slit.

Melinda's hands slid around her sister's thighs. Then to Heather's
surprise and delight, they urged her lower. Panting in growing
excitement, she lowered herself further, moaning deeply as Melinda's
mouth pressed more firmly against her mound.

"Oh yeah! ... Don't stop, please ..."

Melinda was panting as well, tilting her head back and pulling Heather
towards her again. Her face pressed harder to Heather's pussy, her
senses nearly overwhelmed by the heat and aroma. One of her hands left
Heather's legs and slipped between her own. Melinda moaned into
Heather's pussy, the vibration sending another ripple of pleasure
through Heather's body.

Melinda worked her own slit with her hand as her tongue worked
Heather's. Heather arched her back and angled her hips, pressing a
little more of her pussy against Melinda's face. Melinda licked
steadily faster, her fingers rubbing herself in a wet frenzy.

"Uhhh! ... oh God ... ohh ... /ohhh!/"

Melinda suddenly gurgled, fluid jetting into her mouth and splashing
over her face. She gurgled a second time, her mouth filled with
Heather's cum. She made a gulping sound as she swallowed, breathing
hard through her nose to catch her breath. After the brief pause, she
continued licking as if Heather had not even climaxed.

Heather was about to lift her hips from Melinda's face. Instead, she
gasped and shuddered as her pussy burst into a second orgasm. Her pussy
squirted again, though only a trickle by comparison to the first time.

Finally, gasping to catch her breath, Heather pulled back from her
sister and collapsed onto her side. Melinda's back arched and she
moaned as she drove herself to climax.

"Oh wow ..." Heather moaned.

"Yeah ..." Melinda panted. "Wow ..."

Heather slid beside Melinda. She took the towel from under Melinda's
head and used it to help clean her sister's face. Melinda licked at her
lips and gave Heather a glare. "Never told me you were going to make me
/drink it/, you bubblehead!"

The two stared at each other for a long moment, then burst out laughing
at the same time.

Heather pulled Melinda into her arms and hugged tightly. Melinda
embraced her sister in return, uttering a long sigh.

Heather smiled. "Was it that bad after all?"

Melinda considered for a long moment, gazing into Heather's eyes. "No,
I guess not," she said softly.

"I tried to be nice about it."

"I know."

"I tried not to embarrass you."

Melinda nodded, her lips slowly curling.

"I tried to ..."

"Oh, give it a rest already!" Melinda said, rolling her eyes
dramatically. "Don't you /ever/ shut up? God!"

Heather smirked.

Melinda grinned faintly. "I'm sorry I thought you were going to enslave
me again."

"It's all right. I'm just glad you're convinced I'm not the enemy."

"No, you're just going to make your poor little sister too horny to
think whenever you need to get off again."

"Well ... I'm hoping it won't be all the time. I'll try not to. I don't
want to take time away from you and Jason."

Melinda slowly smiled and hugged her sister again.

"Come on, we need a shower," said Heather when they parted.

"Who first?"

Heather paused. "Share one?"

Melinda blinked. "What?"

"Why not?"

Melinda glanced at the bathroom, then nodded. "Yeah. Why not?"

Heather took Melinda's hand. The two exchanged a look of affection that
they had not shown each other for a very long time before walking into
the bathroom and closing the door behind them.



Cassie's hair lay spilled about the sofa cushion, having come undone
from its bun. One leg fell, her foot hitting the floor, the shoe
popping off and bouncing under the coffee table. She gasped for breath
as she writhed, her lips pressed to Ned's in an escalating fury of
passion.

She felt Ned's lips part tentatively. She did the same, shuddering as
his tongue invaded her. She moaned into his mouth, the foot on the
floor sliding out and back, her pussy aching and throbbing. Her desire
burned hot.

One of Ned's hands slid up her body and grabbed at one of her breasts
through her gown.

"Mmmph!" Cassie cried. She trembled, her legs trying to part further.
She panted hard, sounding almost as if she were suffocating. Desire
escalated to lust as Ned tried to pop her breast from its confining
dress and bra.

"Mmmph! Mmmrh ... stop ... Ned, /stop!/"

Ned froze and lifted his head, one hand still curled around her breast.
Cassie gasped for air and tried to calm herself down. She felt Ned's
hand still on one of her tits and squirmed, her nipples tingling madly.

"Ned ..." she whispered urgently, barely able to get her voice to work.

Ned blinked stupidly for a moment, then snatched his hand away. He
scrambled to a sitting position on the sofa.

Cassie rose slowly, still breathing hard. She closed her eyes and
swallowed as her wet panties squished in her slit. She moaned softly as
she drew herself upright and raised a trembling hand to her face.

"I'm sorry. Oh man ... I'm sorry ..." Ned groaned. "Aw, man, I really
screwed things up ... I ..."

"Ned!" Cassie exclaimed. She put a shaking hand on his shoulder. "It's
all right. Please, don't blame yourself."

"I just thought ... I thought you wanted to ..."

Cassie turned her head towards him. Her eyes still smoldered. "I do. I
want it really badly."

Ned looked confused. "Oh ... Um ... Okay."

Cassie sighed and hung her head for a moment. "But I shouldn't want it
this badly. I-I'm not ready for this yet."

Ned nodded quickly.

Cassie slumped in her seat. She tilted her head back and took a deep
breath. "This must be the same thing as the others. Some influence left
over."

Ned jumped to his feet, alarmed. "Aw, crap! Dammit!"

Cassie blinked. "What?"

"I'm doin' it. I'm gettin' inta yer head or something. I'm makin' ya do
this."

"What? Ned, no. /No/. You're doing nothing of the sort."

"Cassie, please, are you sure? I mean, damn, I didn't want it this
way."

"I'm sure, Ned. This isn't you. It's me. Ned, please, sit down."

Ned hesitated and looked at the sofa fearfully, as if afraid the
proximity to Cassie would set him off again. He finally plopped into
the seat, knitting his fingers together tightly in his lap, his
shoulders slumped as if expecting punishment.

Cassie shivered once. "Ned, before I do it with you, I have to be sure
of my own feelings. I'm a bit lost right now and it's scary."

"I didn't mean to scare ya, babe, I ..."

"No, please, I told you, it's not you. Ned, you ... you're such a nice
guy ... I really like you."

Ned stared. "You what?"

Cassie smiled. "I like you. A lot."

Ned slowly broke out into a grin. Somehow that meant more to him than a
hot session of sex ever would.

"So I have to make sure I want to do it for the right reasons. Please,
I hope you understand."

"Yeah, babe, I do," Ned said, sounding a lot more chipper now. "I mean,
yeah, this woulda been real hot, but, yeah, ya wanna make sure it's you
and not Haven."

Cassie nodded. "Yes, exactly. Please, don't feel bad about this, it's
not your fault."

Ned gave her a lopsided grin. "Yeah, well, some of it kinda is. I think
I kinda had something to prove."

Cassie tilted her head. "Prove? You don't have anything to prove with
me."

"Nah, I mean ta myself. That I can ... that I still had some sorta
control over ... uh, well, over certain things."

Cassie looked confused, even more so when Ned blushed.

Ned wrung his hands in his lap. "Um ... I sorta had a run-in with the
poster child for evil at the school. Haltingly, he told her the whole
story, his cheeks flaming by the time he was done. To his surprise,
Cassie threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Ned," Cassie cried. "Oh, that must have been terrible!"

"Heh, not to mention messy. Don't 'xactly carry spares with me, ya
know?"

"Ned, please, don't go near her again."

"Nah, I won't. Learned my lesson." He smiled faintly and glanced at the
front door. "Well, um, you prolly better go before you get inta any
trouble."

Cassie stood. "I'll need to fix my hair first."

Ned took her to the master bathroom upstairs. He kept glancing around
nervously. The house was a cluttered mess. Boxes lay strewn about.
Every level surface was piled with papers, magazines, catalogs. Old
pieces of unused furniture were shoved into odd corners or lay blocking
half a hallway. He was relieved when Cassie didn't seem to take notice
of it.

Cassie fixed her hair up as best she could and straightened her dress.
She walked with Ned to the door. "Ned, I really did have a nice time
tonight."

Ned grinned. "So did I, babe. Even if we didn't, ah ..."

Cassie blushed and smiled. "We might still do it at some point. Just
not tonight."

"No prob. See ya in school tomorrow."

Cassie nodded. She opened the door, paused, then turned back around.
She swept her eyes over the room. "I really love this house," she said
wistfully. She smiled at Ned and left.

Ned closed the door behind her, grinning like a little kid on Christmas
morning.
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