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                             Wandering Minds
                                 by MWTB

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Synopsis: What would you do if you suddenly discovered that you could
ride along in people's minds, see what they saw, feel what they felt,
experience what they experienced? Two teenagers find out.

Codes: MF FF 1st teen coll cons mc D/S Mdom Fdom span lght anal mastrb


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Chapter 1




Authors note: The characters in this story do not always practice safe
sex. That's because they are aware of the fact that this is a fantasy!
They cannot get sick and they cannot die. You, however, can. So don't
use them as an example. Practice safe sex!



Seth and Sarah Marten were twins. While they were obviously fraternal,
being brother and sister, they often seemed closer than identical
twins. Even though their parents didn't try to make them partake in the
same activities, they usually chose to participate in the same
activities themselves. Their mannerisms were frighteningly similar, and
they often seemed to have the eerie ability to complete one another's
sentences. They shared a bedroom, by choice, until they were nine. When
their parents decided that they were too old to continue sleeping in the
same room, it took almost a year before they stopped slipping into each
other's rooms at night.

The two of them were inseparable, and they often seemed to know
mystically what the other was thinking. However, other than being
extraordinarily close, they were normal children. Until they were
sixteen, that is. At sixteen, Sarah started having when Sarah started
having the "dreams".

One night the two of them were sitting in front of the television,
watching a repeat of the previous evening's Daily Show.

"I've seen this before," Sarah said.

Seth glanced up and asked, "When? Did you stay up last night?"

"No," Sarah replied.

"But this was new last night, when could you have seen it?" Seth asked.

"In my dreams," Sarah answered.

"Right," said Seth with a grin. "It's probably just deja-vu. You just
think you've seen it before because it's like something else you've
seen."

"Oh yeah? Well the next piece is an interview with a gun nut," she
declared. Sure enough, it was.

"Maybe you were sleepwalking last night," Seth suggested. "Or maybe Mom
had the TV turned up loud and you heard it?"

"I don't think so," Sarah said. "I remember sitting right here on the
couch, watching it. I even remember glancing over at the clock and
seeing that it was a quarter past eleven."

"Maybe you walked down here in your sleep?" Seth mused.

"If I did, Mom probably would have told me," Sarah reasoned. "She was
watching it. And..." her voice trailed off.

"What?" Seth prompted.

"You're going to think I'm crazy," Sarah complained.

"I already think you're crazy, Sar," he said with a grin. When she
didn't grin back, Seth realized that she was very nervous.

"It was like I was Mom," Sarah said. "I can't explain it; it felt like
I actually was her, sitting on this couch, watching TV. I could see my
- I mean Mom's feet on the foot stool in front of me. I could feel what
Mom was feeling until she turned off the TV and went up to sleep."

"What happened then?" Seth asked.

"I sort of woke up, and I was me again. Then I fell back asleep."

Someone else might have thought she was imagining things or making it
up, but Seth knew his sister better than anyone, and he could tell when
she was serious. Seth knew that Sarah was serious now, so he took her
seriously.

"Has this ever happened before?" he inquired.

"A few times," Sarah replied.

"Was it always Mom?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Try and pay attention to everything next time, and keep a pad by your
bed to write it all down. Record every detail that you can remember as
soon as you wake up," Seth suggested.

"That's a good idea," Sarah observed. Then hesitantly, she continued,
"Thanks for not thinking I'm crazy."

"I am still reserving judgment on that," Seth joked pompously, and
Sarah whacked him with a pillow.

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Early the next morning, Seth knocked on Sarah's door. When he walked
in, she was sitting on her bed under the covers, her back pressed
against the wall, her knees pulled up to her chest. He went over to sit
next to her, noticing the pad next to her bed. He had started reaching
for the pad when she lunged and grabbed it before he could take it.

"What happened?" Seth asked.

Sarah just looked at him with an even more embarrassed expression on
her face than she'd previously had.

"It happened again, didn't it?" Seth asked.

Sarah nodded.

"Why are you so embarrassed?" Seth asked. "You know that no matter what
happens, I won't make fun of you."

"It's not me," Sarah replied. "It's... It's. Oh, damn it!"

"Take your time," Seth said.

Sarah took a deep breath, then said, "OK, so it happened the same way.
I was sitting downstairs watching TV, except I was Mom. I tried to move
my head to look around, but I couldn't do it. It was like I was just
riding along inside Mom's head. Since I had no control, I did like you
said and started paying attention to what was around me.

"First I looked at what I could see with Mom's eyes, and I saw that she
was watching TV again. It's a funny feeling, watching with someone
else's eyes, because she was watching, but also glancing around the
room every now and then. After a little bit, I started trying to
separate out my own senses as distinct from hers."

She paused and took a breath, glancing over at her brother.

"Go on," he told her.

"You still don't think I'm going crazy?" she whined.

"No, I don't," he reassured her. "Just tell me what happened."

"OK. I realized that I could hear the TV, and see it, but only when Mom
looked in that direction. I noticed that I could also feel. I felt my
legs folded under my ass, the ceiling fan blowing on my hair. But it
was completely weird, because it wasn't my hair; it felt different than
it does when I'm sitting in that same place."

Another nervous glance at her brother, another deep breathe. Then Sarah
pushed ahead. "Then I noticed something else. I started 'hearing'
something besides the sounds in the room. I started hearing what seemed
to be Mom's thoughts."

"What was she thinking?" Seth asked.

"Well, during the show, it was about what was happening on the show.
When there was something funny, I felt her amusement. During the
commercial, she started thinking about the shopping that she needed to
do tomorrow. But it was a little confusing, because her thoughts kept
flitting all over the place."

"That sort of makes sense," Seth mused. "When you are just sitting
thinking, not concentrating on something, don't your thoughts wander
too?"

Sarah nodded.

"I guess it's more confusing when you're not controlling the direction
of the thought, right?"

Sarah nodded again. "It was confusing. Like I was walking somewhere,
but without knowing when my body would turn."

"What was it like, hearing her thoughts? Was it like hearing something
normally, or like a narrator in a movie?" Seth inquired.

"Neither, really. Or both. It's really more like the way that I
experience my own thoughts, though I had no control over the direction
the thoughts took. It was sort of like ideas just formed out of the
blue. I guess it was more confusing even than that because sometimes it
was only partial ideas. Sometimes, her thoughts seemed to refer to
things that I didn't understand. Like something that she knew, but I
didn't."

"Then what happened?" Seth prompted.

Sarah blushed, but continued. "When the show was over, Mom stretched
and turned off the TV. She sat there for a minute thinking about the
things she needed to do tomorrow. Today. Then she looked up towards the
stairs, and she started thinking about something else."

"What was she thinking about?" Seth asked.

"About Dad," Sarah replied nervously.

"What about him?" Seth pressed.

"About what he was doing," she answered reluctantly. "About what she
wanted to do with him."

"Do with him?" Seth questioned.

"She wanted to have sex with him," Sarah whispered.

"Really?" Seth asked in surprise.

Sarah nodded. "Seth, she got horny."

"Really?!" Seth exclaimed.

"I could feel it, almost like when I get horny." She looked very
embarrassed, but continued nonetheless. "I felt her thinking dirty
thoughts. I felt her nipples tingling. I felt her... pussy getting
wet."

"Wow!" Seth exclaimed. He thought for a minute, then got a lascivious
look on his face and asked, "What dirty thoughts?"

"Perv!" Sarah exclaimed. Then, with her eyes down, she said, "She was
thinking of going upstairs, getting naked, and waking Dad up with a
blowjob." She looked up, intently, at her brother. "Seth, I've never
given anyone a blowjob, but I could remember the feel of a cock in my
mouth. The taste of someone cumming on my tongue! The feel of the cum
running down my throat! She was thinking of it, and I was feeling it"

"Wow!" Seth repeated, this time in a whisper.

They were both silent for a minute, then Seth asked, "So Mom swallows?"

"Seth!" Sarah shrieked.

"Sorry," he said apologetically. "Go on."

Sarah gave him a dirty look, but continued. "She got up and went
upstairs. She went into the bedroom and I saw Dad lying on the bed, a
book on his chest, and he was asleep. Mom went to the bathroom, and she
stopped in front of the mirror. It was the weirdest thing! I was looking
into the mirror, but Mom was looking back at me! She ran her fingers
through her hair, then brushed her teeth. Then she got undressed."

"Did you see what she looked like?" Seth asked eagerly.

"Yes, but I'm not going to tell you, you perv!" Sarah said with a
rueful smile.

"Damn," Seth complained. It was said in jest, but there was some truth
behind it. Theresa Marten was a good looking woman, tall with curly
blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She stood about 5' 7" and had large
'C' cup breasts which, despite having nursed a hungry set of twins,
barely drooped at all. The children had been born when she was 21, and
at 37 she was still a hot looking lady.

Her children favored their father. Randy Marten was also heading into
middle aged gracefully, if perhaps not quite so gracefully as his wife.
Luckily for him, as men aged they were held to a somewhat different
standard than women. His brown hair had darkened, and at 43 was just
starting to streak with gray. His body which had been hard and toned
earlier in life had softened a bit with more good food and less time
for exercise. Nevertheless, at 6' 2", his handsome angular face with
its piercing brown eyes and his broad shoulders atop a body that
compared very favorably with similarly aged men caused him to get many
appraising looks and the occasional flirtatious offer from the women he
met.

As their father had in his younger days, the children had dirty brown
hair, Sarah's falling straight and silky half way down her back while
Seth's was cut fairly close. Both had gray eyes and a slightly darker
complexion than their mother. Sarah's breasts, while not nearly as big
as her mother's, were clearly heading in that direction. Seth's body
was just past that awkward gangly phase. He had filled out, and
exercising had strengthened him and broadened his shoulders, making him
look very similar to pictures of his father at that age. Seth was
reasonably cute, and he had an honest smile that made people
instinctively like him.

"Then what happened?" Seth prodded.

Sarah looked even more embarrassed. "She walked to the bedroom and
knelt on the bed between Dad's knees. Then she reached up and started
pulling down his pants."

"Then?" Seth asked, annoyed at the pause.

"Then I woke up," Sarah said.

"You didn't see what she did?" Seth asked, disappointed.

"No. I just woke up and sat up quickly. Then I grabbed my pad and wrote
down everything that I could remember. You were right; it helped me to
remember the details better this morning. But when I was finished
writing everything down, I went out and stood near Mom and Dad's room,
and guess what?"

"What?" Seth asked.

"I heard Dad moaning!" Sarah continued. "I heard him say, 'Yeah, like
that!' Then he said, 'Come here', and I heard some movement, then Mom
started groaning."

Sarah paused, and a frustrated Seth demanded, "Then?"

"Then I came back to bed!" Sarah said.

"Girls!" Seth exclaimed in disbelief.

"I was not going to be a Peeping Tom!" Sarah said emphatically. Then
she demurred quietly, "Well, at least not anymore than I already was."

They both sat in thought for a few moments before Sarah asked, "What do
you think is happening? Am I going crazy? Do you think that I was really
in Mom's head? How is that possible?"

Seth thought about it for a little bit. "I don't know," he said
honestly a little while later. "You could have been only dreaming.
Maybe you heard some noise from their room and that made your dream
shift to sex. But it really seems too detailed for just a dream,
especially considering that you've had this experience before."

He had lapsed back into thought when they heard their mother call up
from downstairs, "Are you guys ready for breakfast? You have to leave
in a few minutes!"

"I'll think about it today, and we'll talk about it after school, OK?"
Seth said.

"Thanks! I knew I could count on you!" Sarah cooed, wrapping her arms
around her brother's shoulders and kissing him on the cheek. Seth
squeezed back, then got up and went to his own room to get ready for
school.

When the kids were downstairs grabbing a quick breakfast, both of them
looked at their mother a little differently than they had the day
before.

"What?" their mother asked.

"Huh?" Seth grunted questioningly.

"You both keep looking at me like I've grown another head," their
mother said. "What's going on?"

Just as the twins knew each other, their mother had an uncanny ability
to read them as well. The siblings looked at each other guiltily. They
knew what the other was thinking. Neither had really thought of their
parents as sexual creatures, and now that had changed. Both were
thinking about their mother sucking off their dad.

"Um, it's really nothing," Sarah said.

"Riiiight," drawled their mom, disbelievingly. "OK, you don't want to
tell me, fine. Just remember that you can always talk to me about
anything. Anything at all."

"OK, mom," Seth mumbled, shoving his muffin into his mouth to avoid
saying anything more.

When his mother kissed him on the cheek as he left the house, Seth
couldn't help thinking of her kissing something else on his father.

"Stop thinking about it," Sarah said, pushing Seth lightly.

"It's your fault!" he replied.

"Well, shape up or she'll figure it out!" Sarah said.

"Figure it out?" Seth asked incredulously. "She's going to figure out
that you are in her mind when she's having sex?"

"I wasn't there when she had sex!" Sarah countered. "And I just mean
that she'll know something is up and she won't leave us alone!"

"You're right," he agreed. They continued to school quietly, each lost
in their own thoughts.



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Chapter 2


After school, the siblings were once again sitting in front of the
television, doing their homework. When their mother said she had to run
to the store, they took the opportunity to continue their private
discussion.

"I think I have an idea," Seth told his sister.

"What?" Sarah asked eagerly.

"What if we set up a concealed video camera in here, pointed so that we
can see the couch and the door. Then tomorrow, you can tell me what you
saw and heard, and we can compare it to what we recorded. I'll be able
to tell if you are sleepwalking, or if you really see everything
through Mom's eyes."

"Do you really think that I'm sleepwalking?" Sarah asked
self-consciously.

"Well, I don't know, but you have to admit that it's a more logical
explanation than your being inside Mom's head, don't you? After all,
the simplest explanation is usually the correct one," Seth observed
reasonably.

"I guess," Sarah acknowledged dispiritedly.

With that, they set up the video camera near the TV with the longest
running tape they could find, and camouflaged it on a conveniently
placed shelf. It was set on the slowest speed and they turned it on
right before bedtime, while their Mom was in the kitchen.

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The whole family was at the dinner table eating their lasagna when the
kid's mother asked, "Are you ready to talk about it yet?"

"Talk about what?" Randy asked.

"I don't know," Theresa replied. "The monsters have been acting weirdly
all day, and they keep looking at us when they think we can't see. I
don't know what they're up to."

"OK, spill guys," Randy demanded of his children.

"Look, it's just some private things that we were talking about," Seth
said.

"And?" his mother prompted.

Seth looked at Sarah, who said, "Fine! If you must know, I had to get
up to get a drink last night and I heard something from your room. When
I went to investigate, I heard you guys having sex! I told Seth, and
that's why we were acting so weird around you, and why we didn't want
to say anything! It's no big deal, and we'll be back to normal
shortly!"

"Oh," her mother said, blushing.

Randy took a deep breath and looked ruefully at his wife. "OK kids, I
know that we had the bird and the bees talk quite a while ago, and we
haven't really pushed you, but you do know that it's normal for married
people to have sex, right?"

"Dad!" Sarah shrieked. "Of course we know that!"

"Well now that you are older, and you realize that we like sex and have
sex, is there anything else that you want to know about it?"

"Do you mean like technique?" Seth riposted with an embarrassed but
mischievous grin.

"Seth!" Theresa shrieked, sounding remarkably similar to her daughter's
last exclamation.

Randy just chuckled and said, "I think we'll let you discover that on
your own. No, we haven't pried into whether you are sexually active or
not, but we want you to know that you could come to us with any
questions that you have about it, whether its questions about the
opposite sex, or if you need protection, or actually, even if you do
have questions about technique. We may be old, but we still have some
good moves left."

"Randy!" Theresa shrieked again, but her husband just laughed.

"Ummmm," Sarah stammered.

"Yes baby?" her father asked.

"God, this is embarrassing, but... can I go on the pill?" she asked,
looking at her mother pleadingly.

Sarah's parents looked at each other, and Randy sighed. "Yes, dear,"
Theresa said. "I'll make an appointment for you and I'll take you down.
Just remember to use condoms until they take effect, and they don't
protect against diseases."

"I'm not doing anything yet," she said quietly.

"Well, it's a good thing that you are thinking ahead," Randy said.

After the kids went up to bed, their parents looked at each other
helplessly. "Well, that was actually less painful than I expected,"
Randy said.

"Speak for yourself!" Theresa replied. "My baby is going on the pill!"

"Honey, they're sixteen," Randy said. "In today's world, do you know
how amazing it is that she's still a virgin? Especially with her looks
and body?"

"Don't be looking at her body!" Theresa said jokingly.

Randy wrapped his arms around his wife and said, "Why not? She looks so
much like you when I met you. It makes me want you so much."

"She looks like you, not me!" Theresa disagreed.

"I can see you clearly in her," Randy countered. "At least enough to
remind me of what a wild girl you were when we met."

"Well, you weren't exactly a priest yourself!" Theresa said with a
laugh.

Randy snuggled into her neck and said, "Want to go to bed early?"

"Mmmmm," Theresa purred. Then she pulled back and said, "But what if
they hear us again?"

"Then they'll really realize how hot-blooded their sexy mother is,"
Randy replied. He looked at his wife right in her eyes and said, "If
this makes you hold back from your pleasure one bit, I will take you
over my lap and spank you until I am sure that they hear the shrieks.
Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," Theresa said giggling, then she took off for her bedroom.

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Seth was settling into bed when his sister knocked on the door. When
she came in, he asked, "What's up."

"I was thinking about what you said, and I'm worried that I may be
sleepwalking. Can I sleep with you?"

Seth was taken aback. When their parents had forced them to sleep in
separate bedrooms, the twins had refused and they continued to sleep
together by slipping into each other's rooms. However, they had not
done it in a few years. Seth looked thoughtfully at his sister, dressed
in a long tee shirt and, presumably, panties, her perky breasts pushing
out the front of her shirt. Seth reflected on how much Sarah had grown
in the last few years, and what a stone cold fox she had become. From
her long, straight brown hair to her far too visible breasts down her
flat stomach and ending with her perfectly formed legs, she was far
over her gangly phase.

Seth thought about the looks that his friends had been giving his
sister when they thought that he wasn't looking, and he realized that
if she weren't his sister, he would be doing everything he could to get
between her all too uncovered legs.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Seth asked. "You know Mom would have
a cow if she found you in here."

Sarah thought about Seth's question, and she knew that he was not just
asking out of concern for their mother. Sarah was not unaware of the
way that she affected boys. She had not let any of them act on their
desires because she had not yet found one that she thought was worth
it, but she still knew what happened to boys when she was around.

Seth had seemed immune to it, but judging by the way he had looked her
up and down, that was no longer the case. To be fair, however, Seth was
not exactly Quasimodo either. While he was closer to his awful pubescent
change, he had filled out within the last year, his face was completely
cleared, and he carried himself with a confidence that made a number of
her girlfriends cream themselves, as they had clearly informed her when
trying to get her to set them up on a date.

Seth, however, like Sarah, had not found any girl that he felt was
worth spending quality time with. What neither of them realized was
that the example that they set for each other had raised their
expectations to a point that the typical high school kid just could not
reach. They had unknowingly doomed each other to a sex-free high school
experience.

"You know she never comes into our rooms," Sarah reassured him. Their
mother had long ago made their rooms their responsibility. She stayed
out of their space except for every other Saturday, when she came in to
make sure that each room was clean and neat.

"Still... Still..." Seth hesitated.

"Stop being silly," Sarah said, lifting the covers and getting in.

Seth yipped as his body was exposed, showing Sarah that he slept
dressed only in a pair of gym shorts. Sarah put her pad and pen next to
the bed and shut off the light. They jockeyed a little for comfortable
positions before Sarah rested her head on Seth's shoulder.

They rested quietly for a few minutes before Sarah said, "Remember how
we always used to do this?"

Seth nodded in the dark.

"I miss it," Sarah said.

"I miss it too, but we're older now," Seth told her.

"I know that, and now we're even older," Sarah said. "And now we're
even older than that. So what?"

"You know very well, what," Seth said. "We weren't as... physically
mature back then."

"So we're bigger. I still miss it," Sarah continued obtusely.

"Will you miss it in the morning when I wake up with my hard on
pressing into you?" Seth responded in exasperation.

Sarah giggled and said, "Will you really do that?"

"I can't help it," Seth protested. "I always wake up like that, but
when I'm alone it's not a big deal."

Sarah turned and pressed her body against her brother, snuggling up to
him.

"And you lying there with your tits pressed against me won't help!"
Seth exclaimed.

"But I'm your sister!" Sarah protested.

"Again, so what?" Seth asked. "Do you think my body cares that the sexy
girl pressed against me is my sister? All it knows is there is a
scantily covered woman pressing into me!"

Sarah was quiet for a moment before she quietly asked, "Do you really
think that I'm a sexy woman?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Seth said. "You know I do, and so does every boy
in the school. Don't play dumb with me."

"OK, so I know it, but a girl likes hearing things like that every now
and then," Sarah said teasingly.

"Well you are, and you're making it difficult for me to go to sleep,
and you also need to be asleep before Mom if you're going to see if it
happens again."

"OK," Sarah said, and she ceased teasing her brother.

With her head on his chest, listening to his quiet breathing, Sarah was
soon asleep. After adjusting himself in his shorts, Seth soon followed
her example.

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"Wake up, Seth," Sarah said, shaking her brother a little. She reached
over and grabbed her pad, turning the bedside light on and furiously
jotting down her thoughts.

"What happened tonight?" Seth asked.

"Nothing much," Sarah replied. "Mom was in her nightgown already and
her body felt all... tingly."

"Tingly?" Seth questioned.

"Yeah," Sarah replied. "I think that Mom and Dad may have had sex
before."

"I guess our sex talk got them worked up," Seth said.

"Well, she stayed up for a while, then went up to her room, got ready
for bed, and went to sleep. The weirdest part was being her when she
went to the bathroom."

"What was so weird?" Seth asked.

"It's a very private thing," Sarah explained.

"And giving Dad a blowjob isn't?" Seth teased.

"I wasn't there when she did that!" Sarah protested. "Did you feel me
leave the bed tonight?"

"I don't think so," Seth replied.

"But you were asleep, so you might have missed it," Sarah said. "You
didn't wake up when I got up after my 'dream'."

"Sorry," Seth said. "We'll have to figure something else out for next
time."

Exhaling sharply, Sarah put her pad down and shut the light off again,
getting back under the covers. "You're not going to dream again
tonight," Seth said. "Shouldn't you go back to your bed?"

"I like it here," Sarah replied resting her head on Seth again. "Now go
to sleep."

Seth sighed, but did as he was told.

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The twins first thought about checking the tape out in the morning, but
decided that they should wait until they had time after they got home.
Sarah sat through school trying to decide what to do if the tape didn't
show her sleepwalking, and could not reach any conclusion.

Both siblings hurried home after school. "Get your pad so that we can
compare what happened last night with what we see on the video," Seth
instructed as he rewound the tape. While Sarah complied, he
fast-forwarded until their mother came into the picture. He paused it
until Sarah was finished writing.

When Sarah was done, he picked up the papers and read it. Sarah had
paid attention to her dream, and she had a pretty detailed list of
items, from what was on TV to the times that their mother moved around
the room. Seth pressed play, and they watched the events unfold almost
exactly as Sarah had described.

"Freaky," Seth said quietly.

"I didn't see myself in the room at all," Sarah said.

"Neither did I," Seth agreed. "I guess it's possible you were just out
of the frame. But even if you were, I think you wouldn't have been able
to describe what was going on in the room as well as you did. Plus, Mom
would have noticed you and said something."

"Still, tonight we need to make sure that I don't go wandering away,"
Sarah said.

Seth nodded absentmindedly as he considered the situation. "I think
that we have to assume that somehow you get into Mom's head when you
sleep."

"Like ESP?" Sarah conjectured.

"Something like that," Seth agreed. "I can't think of what else it
could be. I wonder if it's only Mom, or will it happen with anyone?"

"It hasn't happened with anyone else yet," Sarah noted.

"But so far you've only been at home, and Mom is the only one that's up
that late," Seth countered. "Maybe if Mom weren't around, you'd do it
with someone else?"

"Maybe," Sarah agreed. "Should I go to Jill's house for a sleep-over
and see what happens there?"

"Possibly, but we should make sure that you're not sleepwalking before
you do that," Seth replied.

"OK, I'll stay here tonight. Tomorrow's Friday, so I'll spend that
night at Jill's," Sarah decided.

"OK," Seth said. "I'll think about this more, but I need to do some
actual homework now."

"Me too," Sarah agreed, and they both buried their noses back in their
homework.



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Chapter 3


That night, Sarah once again slipped into Seth's room.

"What's in the bag?" Seth asked.

"Ropes," Sarah replied evenly.

"Ropes? What for?" Seth inquired curiously.

"To tie me down to the bed," Sarah answered matter-of-factly.

"Whoa! Why do I need to tie you down to the bed?" Seth asked
incredulously. "I'll just sit up and watch you, and that way we'll
know."

"No, you shouldn't stay up," Sarah reasoned. "If you stay up half the
night, you'll be dead in school tomorrow. Plus, what if you fall
asleep? Just tie me down, then we'll know that I didn't get up."

"Do you really expect me to sleep in the bed with a girl that is tied
down?" Seth asked.

"Don't be silly," Sarah exclaimed, throwing the bag to her twin. She
lay down on the bed and raised her hands above her head. "Now tie me
down!"

Seth sighed, but did as she ordered. He took one of her wrists in his
hand and wrapped it around three times, being careful to leave a
fingerbreadth of space underneath it, then pulled the rope under, tying
a square know on top. He took another piece and did the same to her
other wrist.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" she asked with a smirk.

"Shut up!" he exclaimed. "I just like ropes and knots."

"Mmmmm," was her reply.

He sung each of the ropes around the bars in the headboard and tied
them off, stretching her harms well above her head

"Good enough?" he asked.

Sarah tugged at the ropes, unable to get out. "Now my legs," she
demanded.

"I think that if you manage to get out of the ropes around your wrists,
we'll at least be able to tell," Seth observed thoughtfully.

"Are you sure?" Sarah queried, looking slightly disappointed.

"I'm sure," Seth answered. "Though if you want me to tie you down just
because you like being tied down, I'd be happy to."

Sarah blushed and stammered quietly, "N-no, it's not necessary." While
it wasn't necessary, and she wouldn't admit it even to her twin, the
thought of being tied down was not an unpleasant one. She sort of
wanted to demand that her feet be tied as well, but she didn't want to
push it, at least not the first time. Plus, she now realized that if
her legs were spread like that, Seth would be able to clearly see the
rapidly forming wet spot on her panties.

Having finished, Seth looked her over. She was lying on top of the
covers, her hands extended over her head, in a posture which pushed her
chest out. He noticed her erect nipples through her shirt. Her wiggling
had caused her tee shirt to ride up a little, exposing her blue
panties.

"You know," Seth said thoughtfully, "you are completely at my mercy. I
can do anything I want to you."

"No you can't!" Sarah exclaimed.

"Sure I can," Seth replied. "Watch!"

He walked up to her, and she squirmed trying to get away. He reached
around her sides and started tickling her.

"No, stop! Please! Stop!" Sarah shrieked in a stage whisper, trying not
to alert their parents.

"See?" Seth asked, ceasing his attack.

"OK, you can do anything, but don't!" Sarah pleaded. After making the
request, however, Sarah wasn't sure if she should have. The tickling
was annoying, but the thought of not being able to do anything about
it? That was far from annoying.

"If my friends knew that I was in this situation, with a beautiful,
sexy girl tied helpless in my bed, unable to stop any advances, and I
didn't take advantage of it... Sheesh!"

Seth sat down near the bed, and glanced boldly between Sarah's legs.
Her shirt had ridden up more during their little tussle, completely
exposing her panties. He could see a couple of wisps of brown hair
peaking out of the edges, and a slightly darker blue spot in the
middle. Sarah saw where he was looking and she gazed down, realizing
that she was exposed.

"Please fix my shirt?" she asked her brother, realizing that her fear
of exposure was in fact being realized.

"OK," Seth said, walking over to her again. "Lift up your ass."

Sarah did as requested, but instead of pulling down her shirt, Seth
pushed it up to bunch under her breasts, exposing her panties and her
flat stomach.

"Hey, I meant pull it down!" Sarah complained.

"If I have to be here with you tied to my bed, I'm going to take some
enjoyment out of it!" Seth teased. He dimmed the light down to just a
soft glow and said, "Now go to sleep!"

"Aren't you coming?" she asked.

"It'll take more than a glimpse of panties, though not much more," Seth
muttered to himself.

"What?" Sarah asked.

"Sorry, just talking to myself," Seth explained, sitting in a chair by
the side of the bed. "I'm just going to sit up for a while to see if
anything happens soon. If it gets too late, I'll come to bed."

"OK," she replied, lapsing into silence. She squirmed around a little
more, trying to avoid looking at her brother, and about 20 minutes
later she was asleep.

Seth looked over at his twin sister's sleeping body, taking stock. The
real reason that he didn't get into bed with her was because she
excited him too much, particularly tied up this way. She was quite
beautiful, and looked completely innocent lying there asleep. Her
breasts were full and perky, and they pushed her shirt up. Her stomach
was flat and toned, the result of her athletic bent. Her legs had
separated slightly in her sleep, and he couldn't help but look between
them. He shook his head to purge his thoughts, telling himself that
this was his sister!

Seth stood up and changed into his sleeping shorts, but one look down
made him realize that they were not appropriate, considering the
obscene distance his shorts were tenting out. One last glance at his
sister, and he made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself. He did
his darndest not to think of his sister while he was whacking off, but
images of the bound angelic teenager kept popping obsessively into his
head.

As he sat back into the chair next to the bed, with his shorts now
correctly fitted and his brain somewhat calmer, he picked up a book and
read until he saw that it was about 11:30, the time that his mother
usually went to bed. Seth had been peering over at Sarah quite often,
trying to discern what was going on in her head. Was she dreaming? Was
her mind in their mother's head?

Seth got up and sneaked out the room, peeking into the family room
where his mother was watching TV. She seemed to be watching some
soft-core detective movie, typical Skin-e-max. He shook his head,
surprised that his mother would be watching the kind of fare usually
favored by boys his own age and horny middle-aged men - well actually,
horny men of all ages - and he returned to his bedroom and picked up
his book again.

A few minutes later, he glanced over at Sarah again as she groaned
quietly. He put his book down as he realized that her breathing had
increased and her eyes were moving rapidly under her eyelids. As her
breathing quickened even further, her hips started wriggling, and he
noticed that her nipples were hard points under her shirt.

Seth sat back, and he could swear that Sarah was getting sexually
excited. A quick gander between her legs and he noticed a growing patch
of her panties that was darker than the rest. She was getting wet! She
must be having one hell of a dream.

He watched as she slowly worked her way up for another ten minutes,
then she gasped and arched her back. When she collapsed down on the
bed, her panties were far wetter. Her breathing gradually slowed and
she calmed down. Seth debated whether he should wake her, but he
decided to keep watching. About fifteen minutes later she stirred
again, and her eyes fluttered open.

"Did I get up?" she asked.

"Um, no. You didn't get up," Seth told her. "What happened, did you
'dream' with Mom again?"

She nodded.

"Tell me what happened!" Seth demanded.

Sarah glanced down at herself, debating whether she should ask or not,
but finally, regretfully, she said, "Untie me first."

Seth did as requested, somewhat disappointedly, and Sarah sat up
against the headboard, rubbing her wrists. "Next time we'll need to
find something softer than this rope," she observed.

"Next time?" Seth asked with an arched eyebrow.

Sarah slapped at him playfully, and Seth said, "Tell me."

"Well, Mom watched the Daily Show for a while, then switched over to a
movie, some sort of detective story that had already started," Sarah
began.

Seth's mouth dropped open, and Sarah noticed. "What?" she asked.

"I snuck downstairs earlier as you slept, and I saw that Mom was
watching one of those movies!" he said. "Damn, you really can do it!"

"Oh my god!" Sarah gasped. She hadn't been sure if she was going crazy,
and this proved that she wasn't certifiable.

"What happened after that?" Seth prompted.

Sarah blushed. She ducked her head down so that she wouldn't be looking
Seth in the eye and muttered, "She masturbated."

"What?" Seth asked in surprise.

Sarah looked up and said, "She stuck her hand down her pants and she
masturbated. She was thinking about the guy on TV, and how he would do
her, and she rubbed herself till she came."

"Oh lord!" Seth exclaimed. "And we have it on tape."

"I forgot about that," Sarah groaned. "You can't watch that!"

"You did," Seth pointed out.

"Still!" Sarah shot back.

"OK, you can watch it tomorrow and tell me if it happened the way that
you experienced it," Seth agreed. He paused for a moment, and then
said, "You know, Mom wasn't the only one that came."

"What do you mean?" Sarah asked.

Seth nodded towards Sarah's crotch. She looked down and realized that
her panties were soaked. "You watched me cum?" she asked sheepishly.

Seth nodded.

"I guess that excited you," she said, looking at his crotch. Regardless
of the relief that he had given himself before, his shorts were once
again tented.

He covered his crotch with his hands and muttered, "Sorry."

"It's only fair," Sarah responded. "I can't say that I blame you." In
fact, Sarah wished that he hadn't covered up; she was enjoying the
view.

Sarah paused. "Now what do I do?"

"About what?" Seth inquired.

"About the fact that I can get into people's minds!" Sarah said.

"Well, into Mom's mind, at least," Seth corrected.

"Fine, Mr. Science Guy! What should I do about the fact that I can get
into Mom's mind?"

"Why don't we just take it one day at a time," Seth suggested. "Go to
Jill's tomorrow and see if the same thing happens, or if it's only Mom.
If it happens with someone else too, then we should start experimenting
some more to see what else you can do."

"Do you think I'm a freak?" Sarah asked nervously.

"Of course I do!" Seth answered. "But you're my freak!"

"Stop it!" Sarah said seriously. "I mean when people find out, I'll
probably end up like a lab rat!"

"People can't find out!" Seth exclaimed urgently with a lowered voice.
"Don't tell anyone else, OK?"

"OK!" Sarah said.

They sat quietly for a minute, both lost in their own thoughts, then
Sarah said, "Let's go to sleep."

"You're going to stay here again tonight?" Seth asked.

"Please," Sarah wheedled. "I don't want to be alone."

"But," Seth said, looking at his crotch.

"Go to the bathroom and take care of that, then come back and hold me!"
Sarah ordered.

"By myself?" Seth asked in an indignant tone.

"Seth, you get your ass into that bathroom and jack off, by yourself,
then come back to bed!" Sarah replied firmly.

It was embarrassing that his sister knew he was going to jerk off, but
Seth had just seen her cum, so it was probably fair. Minutes later, he
was back.

"That was fast," Sarah observed.

"It didn't take much," Seth confided.

"Why is that?" Sarah teased.

"It's not every day that I see a beautiful girl cum in front of me!"
Seth explained passionately.

Sarah held her hands open, and he climbed into bed. She snuggled up
into his arms and whispered, "I'm scared."

"I'm here for you," Seth said.

"Thanks," Sarah said, kissing his cheek. Soon they were both snoring.



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Chapter 4


Friday night was surprisingly lonely for Seth. He had spent the last
couple of nights with Sarah, and he realized how much he missed holding
her in his arms. Nevertheless, he made it through the night, if
fitfully.

Sarah had examined the tape after school on Friday, and it had
confirmed what they already knew was true. Now it was Saturday morning
and Seth was waiting eagerly for her to arrive home. Sarah was almost
as eager to discuss the past night with her brother, so she rushed home
early.

"What happened," Seth asked as soon as Sarah arrived.

"Well, Jill and I hung around together for a while," Sarah explained.
"We really haven't been spending enough time together, so it was nice
to hang out with her again."

"That's great, and I'm happy for you," Seth said with exasperation.
"But can we discuss the girls' night out later, and focus on your
"dreams" now?"

"I said I was tired and I went to sleep early," Sarah told her brother.
"Then in the middle of the night, it happened again, this time with
Jill's sister! I connected to her when she drove up after a date. She
made out with her boyfriend a little bit, then came in. It was weird,
kissing someone I didn't even know!"

"Was he a good kisser?" Seth asked.

"Compared to what?" Sarah countered ironically. "He certainly made
Maria happy! Anyway, she came inside and went to her room. She lied
down for a minute and started thinking. She sort of replayed what had
happened that night in her head. Maria had gone out with her boyfriend,
they had parked and then fucked in the back seat!"

"Really?" Seth asked. "Tell me all about it!"

"Really," Sarah affirmed. "It was weird. Her memories of it feel
different than when I felt it when it was really happening with Mom,
but the memories still felt very real. That and the fact that she was
quickly started playing with her pussy while she remembered!"

"Really?" Seth asked again, his interest even further piqued. "More
details!"

"Yup, and he had cum right in her, so she was playing with his cum
leaking out of her!" Sarah said.

Seth just groaned in arousal.

"Aren't you going to tell me more?" Seth begged. "Positions? Sounds?
Tastes?"

"No, it's too embarrassing to talk about that with my brother," Sarah
said.

"Oh, but talking about feeling cum dripping out of your pussy isn't?"
he rebutted.

"That was about what I felt, not some voyeuristic story," Sarah
countered. Anyway, now we know it works for other people. What do I do
now?"

"I was thinking a little about that last night when I was all alone in
my bed," Seth answered, injecting a hint of disappointment in his
voice. "I think that you should try pushing your abilities a little
bit. Try to see if you can observe more of their memories, or see if
you can make them do things."

"I'm not sure if I want to look at Mom's memories," Sarah said.

"Why not?" her brother asked.

"I don't know about you, but I value the privacy of my mind. I know
that I think all sorts of things, some of them very inappropriate. I
know that if Mom knew some of the things that I was thinking, I would
not like it one little bit. I think that if I knew everything that Mom
was thinking, I would think of her in a different way. It's hard enough
to deal with now, when I've just shared her surface thoughts! Just
imagine how weird it would be if I knew her deepest secrets!"

"Well, maybe you need to practice on strangers then," Seth suggested.

"And how would I go about doing that?" Sarah asked.

"Maybe we could go somewhere and you could sleep near other people," he
replied.

"Like where?" she asked.

"I don't know offhand," he replied. Seth snapped his fingers. "Wait a
minute. What about if we went to the park on a busy day and you took a
nap?"

"I don't know if I would be able to fall asleep," she argued.

"Stay awake the night before," Seth suggested. "I'd be with you at the
park the whole time to make sure that you're OK."

"Maybe," Sarah said. "OK, Let's try it next weekend."

"OK," Seth agreed.

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The twins' lives returned to the way that they had been before Sarah's
discovery. Sarah went back to sleeping in her own room, and they didn't
talk much about Sarah's newly-discovered powers. The next Friday night,
Sarah stayed up late. Seth remained awake for some of the time, talking
to her.

"Anything else interesting happen?" he quizzed Sarah.

Sarah blushed and nodded.

"Well, give!" Seth demanded.

"I was there when Mom and Dad had sex," she said.

"What was it like?" Seth asked eagerly.

"Well, weird. I mean, it like, weirded me out when I heard them having
sex, but in this case I was actually having sex with Dad! Well, maybe
not actually having sex, but I not only knew that they were having sex,
I saw and felt it! I felt Dad putting his cock into me! I couldn't
decide if I should be completely grossed out, or completely turned on.
I mean, on the one hand, it was Mom and Dad! I don't like thinking
about them having sex! On the other hand, it was sex! Although Mom
didn't seem to have any problems at all enjoying it!"

"So you're not a virgin any more?" Seth asked with a smile.

Sarah was serious when she replied. "No, I'm really not. I mean, I
still have my cherry, but now I'll never have a real first time. I've
already experienced what sex is like."

"I'm sorry," Seth said sympathetically, pulling Sarah into a hug.

"It's OK," Sarah said after a moment. "It's not like I was saving
myself for marriage. In all likelihood, I'll end up in the back seat
with someone who doesn't really know what he's doing. Compared to that,
I guess what I got with Dad was OK. It wasn't particularly romantic for
a first time, but Mom came. Twice."

"And you did too?" Seth asked.

"I suppose," Sarah said. "It's hard to differentiate what happens with
me from what happens with Mom when I'm in that place."

"What do you think we should call it?" Seth asked.

"What?" Sarah inquired, confused.

"Your skill, or ability," Seth explained. "It's not telepathy, because
you're not really reading thoughts. Is it possession? Remote viewing?
Mental projection?"

"Well, it's not really possession," Sarah replied. "I think of
possession as controlling the body. I'm just visiting, observing."

"So you're a psychic visitor?" Seth rejoined.

"I guess that's as good a term as any," Sarah said.

They were quiet for a minute, then Seth asked, "Does each person that
you visit feel different?"

So far, but yeah, they do, though I've only visited in two minds,"
Sarah said. "It's almost like a taste, or a sensation. Their minds had
different textures. It's hard to explain."

"Weird," Seth said.

"Yeah, very weird," Sarah acknowledged.

A little while later, Seth went to bed. When he woke up in the morning,
his woody was pressed into Sarah's ass, his arms wrapped around her. He
backed off a little and shook her awake.

"What are you doing here?" he grumbled.

"I didn't want to sleep late in the morning," she said. "I figured
you'd wake me up when you got up." She stretched. "I was right." She
turned over and snuggled into Seth, who backed off when Sarah pressed
into his hard on.

"Whoops," Sarah said with a laugh.

"Yeah, laugh you hyena, but you don't know where this was just a few
minutes ago," Seth said.

"Where?" Sarah asked.

"Pressed up against your ass!" Seth hissed, sticking his tongue out. He
got up, covering his tented shorts with his hands, and walked to the
bathroom.

On the way out of his room, he could swear he heard his sister mumble
regretfully, "Sorry I missed that."

Their dad was not at breakfast with them, which was a good thing for
Sarah, who would have had a really hard time looking him in the eye.
They waited around until about ten, then biked to the park. They found
a likely spot nearby a whole bunch of people and spread out a blanket.
Seth lay down on the blanket, and Sarah rested her head on his stomach.
"Who do you think you'll visit?" Seth asked.

"I don't know," Sarah said. "I don't think that I control that."

Soon she was nodding off. Seth looked all around, trying to figure out
which person it was getting visited. About forty-five minutes later,
Sarah stirred.

"Did it happen?" Seth asked.

Sarah sat up and looked around. "Her," she said, pointing discreetly to
a cute college age girl tossing a Frisbee around with what looked like
her boyfriend.

"Why her, do you think?" Seth asked.

"I don't know," Sarah responded.

"Did you get anything from her?" Seth inquired.

"I just hung around visiting for a while," Sarah said. "I started to
push around her memories a bit, but not too hard. I decided to see if I
got up and then slept again, if I would get the same person."

"OK, go to sleep," Seth instructed.

She settled back down, and in about fifteen minutes she was asleep
again. This time she slept for close to an hour. When she woke up, Seth
looked at her expectantly.

"I was visiting a different person this time," Sarah said. "She left,
and that's why I woke up."

"What did you do?" Seth asked.

"I hung around for a bit getting my bearings," she replied. "She was a
woman here with her kids. Her name was Sally Richards. She's married,
but fooling around on her husband."

"No kidding! Was she thinking that, or did you get it out of her?" Seth
blurted.

"It's hard to explain," Sarah said. "She was thinking it on her own,
but I made her think about it. I was like, I don't know, poking around.
I was trying to get her name, and she, like, remembered her name. I
found out the names of her kids, and her husband the same way. I poked
around about how she felt about her husband, and that was when I found
out she's been cheating with a younger guy. I probed around some more,
and I think she was starting to get worried about all the memories she
was having in a way that was unusual for her. Anyhow, I lost her when
she left the parking lot."

"That's a few hundred feet," Seth noted. "I wonder if you could start
your visit in someone from that far away."

"I'm not sure that I like what I'm doing," Sarah said. "I still feel
like I'm violating their privacy even though these are strangers."

"Well, you don't have do dig so deeply," Seth offered. "Also, we should
probably work on trying to control it. I wonder if there is any way not
to go visiting when you are asleep."

"I hope I can learn to control it," Sarah sighed.

"Do you wake up any more tired, having been awake in someone else's
body for all that time?" Seth questioned.

Sarah thought about it and said, "No, I wake up refreshed. I guess my
body gets the rest, and my mind doesn't need as much. Of course, I'm
not visiting all night, either."

"Well, at least that's not a concern," Seth said.

The siblings packed their things up and headed back to their house,
each lost in their own thoughts.



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Chapter 5


Over the next month, Sarah got better at breaking off her dreams,
though she still could not control who or when she visited. It was
around that time that Seth slipped into Sarah's room one night.

"Sarah! Wake up." he whispered.

"What's up?" Sarah croaked back sleepily.

"Hey, were you just dreaming with someone?" Seth asked.

"No, I started to earlier, but I broke it off," Sarah said. "Is that
why you woke me?"

"No, I woke you up to tell you that I visited with Dad tonight!" Seth
exclaimed.

Sarah sat up quickly. "Really?" she prompted.

"Yes, it was the weirdest thing! I see what you mean!"

"Oh, I'm so happy that you finally know what I'm going through," she
cried, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a hug.

"Me, too!" Seth said. "Why do you think that you always visit girls,
and my first visit was a guy?"

"Maybe because boys and girls brains are different, and our "dreams"
can only go to brains that are like our own?" Sarah speculated.

"Maybe," Seth agreed. "We should experiment more and see if that's the
case."

"You see, this proves that girls are more mature than boys!" Sarah
exclaimed.

"Why do you say that?" Seth inquired.

"Because I started "dreaming" when I was sixteen, and you didn't until
you were seventeen! You're just not nearly advanced as I am!" Sarah
explained haughtily.

"I'll show you how advanced you are!" Seth announced before grabbing
Sarah and tickling her into submission.

When Seth finally acquiesced to Sarah's breathless pleas for him to
stop, Sarah pulled him into her bed and made him stay with her for the
rest of the night.

Sarah spent the rest of the week trying to explain to Seth how to
control breaking off a visit, and how to sift through someone's
thoughts, though Seth agreed with Sarah that it was probably not a good
idea to that with his father. However on Thursday night, he did visit
while his father made love to his mother.

After he had left his father and cleaned up the mess in his shorts, he
slipped into Sarah's bed. When she woke up, he asked, "Were you
visiting Mom tonight?"

"Yeah," she said, blushing, realizing what his question probably meant.
"You?"

"Yup," he said. "I didn't realize that Mom still looked that good
naked. And man, can she move!"

"Look, it's embarrassing enough to eavesdrop on them like that," Sarah
said. "Let's not go over all the details."

"OK," Seth said.

They lay together quietly for a few minutes, then Seth whispered, "You
realize that I made love to you tonight."

Sarah stiffened a little, then shoved at him. "No you didn't!" she
hissed. "It was more like we were both watching the same porn movie."

"And happened to be masturbating together?" Seth asked. "Because I
don't know about you, but I came when Dad did."

"So did I, with Mom" Sarah admitted quietly. "All three times."

"I guess it's probably a pretty good thing that your first experience
is with someone who can cum lots of times."

"Yeah," said Sarah.

Seth started to get up, until Sarah grabbed his arm and asked, "Where
are you going."

"Back to bed," Seth said.

"Stay with me tonight," she pleaded.

"OK," Seth replied, happily. He lay back down and pulled Sarah into his
arms.

As they were falling asleep, Sarah muttered, "At least I won't have you
poking at me in the morning now."

Seth, of course, proved her wrong.

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The next night, both of them stayed up most of the night, and on
Saturday they were back at the park. This time, both of them napped,
breaking off from their dreams, or visits, soon after starting, and
their theory held up; their minds seemed attracted to their own sex.

After four tries, Seth decided to hang out in a single mind for a
while, trying to probe for memories as Sarah had taught him. It took
him a while to get the hang of it, but soon he was probing the man's
life. He remembered his childhood pet, a dog named Beetle that he had
until he was almost done with high school. He remembered his first
break up. He remembered when his Dad had died. He remembered his first
sexual experience.

After Seth woke up, he discussed what he had found with his twin.

"Were you looking for anything specific in his mind?" Sarah asked.

"Not really," Seth replied. "I was just trying to find out more about
him."

"So it looks like when you just let him feed you things, the strongest
memories come out," Sarah mused.

"What do you mean?" Seth asked.

"Well, he remembered his father's death, his big breakup, his first
sex, his favorite pet. Those are all things that were big events,
things that he would remember clearly. When you went searching for
memories without specifying anything, those strong memories came to the
surface. I'll try that next time, and next time you go in looking for a
particular fact and see if you can force that memory to the surface."

The next day they returned to the park and attempted what Sarah had
suggested. They both found that they were able to repeat the other's
discoveries. One of the people that Seth managed to get into was Matt,
a boy that was in their class at school.

At first, he was just watching what was going on inside Matt's head,
and Matt happened to look over at Seth and Sarah lying there asleep. It
was very weird to Seth to be seeing himself from out of his body. As
Matt was looking at them, he focused his eyes on Sarah. The thoughts
that came into his mind were quite lustful.

Matt looked at Sarah and thought about what her tits were like under
that tight tee shirt. He imagined pulling off her shirt and sucking on
her tits. He glanced over at Seth and thought what a lucky bastard he
was, sharing a house with Sarah; he probably always got to see her
naked. He then focused back on Sarah and imagined having her over at
his house, kissing her while his hand slipped under her shirt and
cupped a breast, then ripping her pants off and shoving his cock deep
into her.

Sarah stirred, and Matt started to turn away before she observed him
staring at her. As he turned away, he noticed that Seth had a lump in
his pants. He wasn't surprised. 'I'd have one too, if I was sleeping
next to something that hot!'

Seth pulled out of Matt's mind and woke up as well. He turned to Sarah
and said, "You have a fan."

"What do you mean?" Sarah asked with a yawn, which stretched her shirt
even more tightly over her breasts.

"See Matt over there behind me?" Seth asked.

"Yeah," Sarah responded after a quick glance.

"He is doing some major league lusting after your hot body," Seth
informed her.

Sarah blushed and asked, "Really?"

"Oh yeah, he was having some pretty graphic fantasies about you," Seth
replied.

She shoved her brother and said, "I think you should keep it to
yourself! I don't know if I want to hear about how other guys drool
over me!"

"OK, I'll just keep it in my head then," Seth said with a leer.

"Pig!" Sarah exclaimed with a laugh. "Of course, you might be
interested to know that a couple of the women that I've visited with
have definitely noticed you!"

"Oh yeah?" Seth chortled with interest. "Do tell!"

"Well, not too much to tell," Sarah said. "They noticed you and were
quite taken with the way you looked, but they thought that I was your
girlfriend, so most of them just looked elsewhere."

"Most of them?" Seth pushed.

"Well, one of them was thinking about how we would look together doing
it," Sarah said, blushing.

Seth didn't respond to that thought. He was at a loss for words.

Their day was mostly finished, so they picked up their belongings and
headed home.

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Over the course of the next few months, things remained pretty much the
same. They didn't visit with someone every night, but Seth did find that
on nights that his father went to sleep early, he sometimes visited with
the man who lived next door. The twins speculated that the visit
occurred with the closest conscious mind of the same sex.

The twins graduated high school, and summer began. There had never been
any question that they would be attending the same college, and they had
both been accepted at a state school about a four hour drive upstate
from where they lived. For at least the first year they intended to
live in the dorms on campus.

Over the summer, they basically bummed around and got themselves
mentally prepared for college. They spent many days lying by the pool,
Sarah in her brief bikini which showed off her slim body and still
blossoming breasts  -" showed things off quite a bit actually, given
how tiny the bikini really was. Seth usually wore ordinary swim trunks,
but his defined body ensured that Sarah's friends were always bugging
her to be allowed over.

It was on one of these hot summer days that the next breakthrough came.
Sarah was out at a friend's house and their father was at work. Seth had
been out late with some friends the night before, and he nodded of while
watching TV. He was not surprised when his mind went off for a visit,
but he was surprised at where he was visiting.

As soon as Sarah got home, he dragged her into his room.

"What's up?" she asked.

"I fell asleep today and my mind went visiting," Seth told her.

"So?" Sarah asked.

"I was in Mom!" he proclaimed.

"What?" Sarah shrieked in surprise. "What was it like?"

"It was the absolutely weirdest thing that I've ever experienced," Seth
said. "I was in Mom, and I could feel what she felt. I mean, I felt my
vagina and I felt my breasts!"

"Mom was playing with herself during the day?" Sarah asked.

"No, not felt like that," Seth said. "I mean that I could feel that I
had them, and I have to say, I've never felt like I had those parts
before!"

"Was there anything else different?" Sarah asked.

"You mean my having girl parts wasn't different enough?" Seth said with
a grin. "Actually, yes, there were other differences. The thought
process seemed different. I know that I shouldn't have, but I tried
sifting through a few memories, and it was harder. It was like my mind
didn't know how to look for them. I got a couple, but they were a
little off, not quite what I was looking for."

"Weird," Sarah agreed. She thought about it for a few minutes, then
said, "I want to try it!"

"I guess we're going to have to find a place where there are only men
around," Seth mused.

"I know where there is one," Sarah said.

"Where?" Seth asked.

"Anywhere we go together!" Sarah said. "We can go out to the woods and
then you'll be the only person there!"

"You want to visit in my mind?" Seth said, a little unsure about how he
liked that concept.

"I won't prod around in your memories," Sarah promised. "I just want to
feel what it's like to be in your body!"

"Well, I guess that's fair," Seth acknowledged. "I certainly know a lot
of guys that want to know what it feels like to be in your body!"

"Shut up!" Sarah yelled, whacking Seth's arm.

"OK, we can go tomorrow," Seth said.

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The next day the twins packed up a picnic lunch and jumped on their
bikes. They rode down to a large wooded area, locked up their bikes,
slung their backpacks over their shoulders and started hiking. About a
half hour later, they decided to stop. Seth pulled a blanket out of his
backpack and spread it on the ground.

"Ready for nap time?" he asked Sarah.

"Yup," she said, lying down. She covered her eyes with the edge of the
blanket, and twenty minutes later she was asleep.

Seth watched her carefully, trying to figure out if she was visiting
him or not. He felt a little tingle in his brain, the kind that you get
when you think there's someone watching you, but he wasn't sure if it
was real or paranoia. A few moments later, however, he started thinking
about his first day of high school. That was a bit of a non sequitur,
and he realized that it was probably Sarah pulling that information
out.

"You're there, aren't you?" he asked in his head. He turned all around
to give Sarah a look, then knelt down next to her.

"Oh, Sarah!" he said in a quiet, singsong voice. "I know you're iiiiin
me!" Then he slowly started lifting Sarah's tee shirt. Very quickly,
Sarah stirred and pushed his hand away.

"You perv!" she complained.

"You did it, didn't you?" Seth asked eagerly. "You were visiting me,
weren't you?"

"I was," she exclaimed. "And I have to say that it is so bizarre having
a penis! Did you feel me in your head?"

"I think I did," Seth said. "It wasn't a strong feeling, and someone
who wasn't looking for it wouldn't notice it, but I think it's there.
We'll have to try more to tell for sure."

"OK. Your turn now!" Sarah said.

"Are you sure that you trust me?" Seth asked.

"Of course, you idiot!" Sarah affirmed. "Despite you being a horndog
and a perv, I still trust you more than anyone in the world!"

Seth grabbed her and kissed her cheek before lying down for his turn.
It took a little longer for him to fall asleep, but soon he had nodded
off. Some time later, he felt himself in Sarah's body. He took time to
inventory the sensations. Sarah was standing, and her center of balance
felt different than his. He paid attention to the weight of her chest
and he noted that she had a completely different set of muscles between
her legs.

"Are you in there?" Sarah asked.

He wasn't sure how he could answer her, but he remembered how Sarah had
triggered a memory. Seth searched for a memory too, but it was slightly
different than the one that Sarah had chosen. Seth pulled the memory of
the night that Sarah had been tied up. He concentrated on how that made
her feel, and soon he felt his nipples crinkling up and a slight
moisture forming between his legs.

"Hey, stop it you perv!" Sarah shrieked, and she pushed the memory back
down, focusing instead on Seth's body in front of her. She noticed that
Seth had the start of a woody, and she said, "You must have liked that
thought!"

She walked over and knelt between Seth's legs. "What do you think would
happen to your visit if I moved my knee up a little? You're only allowed
to look at my G-rated thoughts!"

She sat back. "How should we communicate?"

They both pondered a bit, and then Sarah said, "I have an idea. I'm
going to make a memory. This memory is of me nodding yes." She
concentrated a moment and focused on that thought. "Now I'll do the
same with no."

When she had firmly stored both memories she said, "See if you can
bring one of the memories to the surface."

Seth concentrated and brought the 'yes' to mind. "Did you try for yes?"
Sarah asked.

Seth focused on 'yes' again.

"Are you ready to stop?" Sarah inquired.

Seth concentrated on 'no'.

"It works!" Sarah exalted. "Well, I'll know for sure that it works when
you wake up. Mmmm, what next? We can do yes and no questions, but what
else?"

She mused for a bit, and Seth pulled the impressions that she had
experienced when Seth had started visiting her.

"Will you use that to let me know that you're in my head?" Sarah asked.

Seth thought yes.

"Cool!" Sarah said. "When you wake up, you're going to have to store
these memories too, so I can call them up when I'm visiting you. Also,
we could come up with a whole dictionary of things. I bet if we keep
those thoughts together in our mind, we can call up everything quickly!
Maybe we should also remember letters, so that we can spell things to
each other."

Seth concentrated and rifled through her head until he got a thought of
her talking to herself.

"You want me to try just thinking instead of talking out loud?" Sarah
thought.

"Yes, " Seth brought out.

"This is so cool!" Sarah thought. Impulsively, she leaned over and gave
Seth's body a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Seth found a thought of Sarah seeing him with a hard on.

"Sorry if I excited you, " she thought.

"No," he thought. Then he found a happy time in her memories.

"Oh, so you enjoyed it you perv!" Sarah thought amusedly.

Seth riffed through her memories a little more and found a thought of
her walking through the woods on her own.

"Huh?" Sarah said.

Seth repeated it, but she still didn't get what he was trying to
communicate. Then he brought up the thought of her cell phone signal
fading out.

"You want me to try walking away until we're not connected anymore?"
Sarah asked. "You're such a clever brother!"

She kissed his cheek again, then got up and walked into the woods.

"Think the fading signal if you start to lose me," Sarah directed.
"Until then, I'll keep asking if you're still there."

Sarah walked for a few hundred feet, and she kept asking if he were
still there. Seth answered in the affirmative each time. "This is
further than when that other woman disconnected," Sarah said. "Why are
you still connected?"

Seth brought up the image of him shrugging from her memories.

She kept walking, and after about a half mile she called out, "Are you
sure you're still there?"

Seth brought up the memory of his tickling her. Sarah jumped and said,
"Stop that! I've gone far enough for now. I'm coming back."

When Sarah arrived back in the clearing, she told him, "Disconnect now.
I want to see if I can feel a difference."

Seth did as she requested, and when he was awake she observed, "I did
feel different when you were gone!"

Seth grabbed Sarah in a big hug. "Those were great ideas," he said.
"Did I ever tell you that you are a genius?"

"Not nearly enough," Sarah replied with a grin.

The twins spent the rest of the afternoon memorizing useful expressions
and thoughts in 'thought dictionaries' that they created in their heads.

As they were walking back to their bikes, Seth said, "We need to figure
out how to choose who we're visiting. All of this won't be much use if
the only way that we can do it is when we are completely alone."

"I guess that's true," Sarah agreed sadly. "And if we figure that out,
we should figure out how to do it when we're awake! That would be
cool!"

"Way cool," Seth chuckled.

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Seth and Sarah continued practicing throughout the summer, with no luck
controlling the direction of their visits. However just before they
headed up to school, Sarah made another breakthrough. She once again
slipped into Seth's bed and woke him up.

"Hey, I was visiting with the neighbor," Seth said. "You broke the
connection."

"Then we figured out two things tonight!" Sarah exclaimed excitedly.

"Two things?" Seth said muzzily, having just woken up.

"That if you're woken up it breaks the connection, and how to make
someone do something!" Sarah replied.

That woke Seth up immediately. "Make someone do something?" he asked
excitedly.

"I was visiting with Mom, and she was getting ready to go to bed,"
Sarah explained. "I wanted her to stay up a little more, so I thought
about her being hungry. I thought really hard, and I found her memories
of it. That was all it took. She decided that she needed to go down and
get something to eat!"

"That might just be because of memories of the hunger," Seth pointed
out.

"I know, so I tried something else," Sarah continued. "When Mom was
brushing her teeth, I imagined that she had an itch in a particular
spot. I didn't find a memory of that spot, but I projected what a
memory might be like, and she scratched the spot!"

"That is so cool! Can you explain how you did that?" Seth asked.

Sarah struggled to come up with an explanation, but couldn't verbalize
it. "I know!" she exclaimed. "Let's go to the woods tomorrow and you
can visit with me, and I'll remember how I did it!"

"Great idea!" Seth said.

"It was really hard, and it took a lot of concentration just to get a
little itch." Sarah griped. "I don't know how much real control it will
ever give us."

"Well, maybe it gets easier with practice," Seth said. He yawned. "I've
got to go back to sleep. Someone rudely interrupted my sleep!"

Sarah stuck out her tongue and commanded, "Move over!" She climbed into
bed with him and snuggled up, and soon both of them were asleep.

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The next day they were in their little isolated clearing and Seth was
asleep. He quickly went visiting in Sarah, and brought up the memory of
his visiting.

"You're here?" Sarah thought.

"Yes," Seth acknowledged.

"Great," Sarah thought, then brought up the memories of what she did to
influence their mother.

Seth thought an exclamation point, and Sarah realized that their mother
had been naked at the time, and he could see that in the mirror.

"Stop it!" Sarah said. She concentrated on what she had done before,
and Seth paid attention to the sensations.

"Did you get that?" she asked.

"Yes, " thought Seth. Then he tried it on Sarah. An evil thought
crossed his mind, and he concentrated. About a minute later Sarah
started pulling her shirt away from her chest.

"Damn, this shirt is so itchy!" she complained to herself. She stuck
her hand under her shirt and started scratching, even reaching under
her bra.

"That's your work, isn't it stinker!" she cried.

Seth brought up Sarah's memory of him nodding his head.

"Well stop it!" Sarah yelled in her mind. "It's itchy!"

Seth imagined a soothing lotion pouring over Sarah's breasts, and Sarah
sighed with relief. "If I didn't know it was you, I would have pulled my
shirt and bra off!"

Seth thought of a smirk.

"Just be careful buddy! How would you like it if next time I was
visiting you, I imagined a four foot stick up your butt?"

Seth projected an image that Sarah had saved of Seth cowering in fear.

"You'd better believe it buddy! Now out of my mind!"

Seth complied, but not without first imagining a caress on her breast.

He awoke to see a small smile on Sarah's face. "That's certainly a
useful addition to our skills!" Seth said.

"Well, I guess that depends on how we use it," Sarah acknowledged. "We
still have to figure out a way to select who we'll visit!"



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Chapter 6


The time finally came for the twins to begin college. The end of the
summer had been filled with relaxation and experimentation, but it was
finally time to spread their wings and leave the nest. Their dad had
surprised them with a car, which made both of them quite happy.
Expressions of gratitude were a bit rushed, as the last minute packing
and loading took place.

Leaving the house, Seth drove the car with Sarah in the passenger seat,
while their parents followed in a moving van with their stuff.

"There it is!" Sarah exclaimed as they pulled off the highway and the
school came into view. She was practically bouncing up and down with
excitement as they drove onto the campus. The signs leading them to the
dorm were reasonably accurate, and Seth pulled up in front of it without
getting lost once, glancing into the rear view mirror to confirm that
his dad was right behind him.

There were quite a few dorms on campus, but the twins were in the same
high-rise building, though on different floors. They piled out of the
car and waited for their parents to catch up.

"You guys go inside and get the keys," their dad suggested. "Mom and I
will wait here and watch the cars."

"OK!" Sarah acknowledged, grabbing Seth's hand and pulling him inside.
The line of students waiting for their keys snaked around the lobby,
but no one seemed to mind; it was a virtual cocktail party, where bags
of chips, boxes of cookies and cans of soda were passed around allowing
the students to meet socialize while waiting their turns. The twins
waited in the jostling throng of students eating and greeting until it
was their turn to approach the desk.

"Name," the guy at the desk demanded without looking up.

"Seth Marten," Seth announced.

"Sarah Marten," Sarah echoed.

The Resident Advisor looked up at that, a small smile spreading across
his face. "Well, I'll assume that you're not married, so I'm guessing
brother and sister?"

"Twins," they said simultaneously.

"Gotchya," he replied, looking down at his sheet. He found their names
on his list and said, "Seth Marten, 1503." He handed Seth a packet
which contained the basic information that he needed to know and the
keys. "Sarah Marten, 2117." She received a packet as well.

He looked up at them and said, "There'll be an orientation downstairs
in the cafeteria tonight at 8. Every floor has a Resident Advisor  -"
an RA. Your RAs should be hanging around the common room, so you can
meet him or her there."

He gave them a brief, harried smile before yelling, "Next!"

The siblings took their packets and headed back out to their parents.
They loaded up dollies with boxes and suitcases and went to find the
elevators. As was probably to be expected, the elevators were
impossibly slow, but they managed to snag one and head up to the
fifteenth floor. Seth unlocked the door and peered in. His roommate had
not yet arrived, so he got the pick of the beds. He threw his stuff down
and they both looked around, beginning to feel slightly overwhelmed.
They decided to finish bringing Seth's stuff to his room first, and
three trips later they were done. Seth locked the door with a sigh,
taking one look back at the boxes piled everywhere. Later.

Next they grabbed Sarah's stuff, and headed up the twenty-first floor.
When they arrived, they found her door open and her roommate already
there. Sarah introduced herself and her brother to the girl. Her name
was Betty, and she was a skinny bleached blonde. Her tits were fairly
small, and it appeared to Seth that she compensated by wearing tight
tee shirts and no bra. Well, maybe this was a one time thing, but Seth
harbored hope. Sarah caught him looking and gave him a smirk.

The twins got all of Sarah's stuff into her room, then their parents
took them off campus to dinner. Their parents were staying overnight in
a motel, then driving back home first thing in the morning. After dinner
there were tearful farewells, though the kids thought that their parents
might actually like an empty house for a change.

When they went back to the dorm, Seth and Sarah went up to Sarah's room
to complete her unpacking. Betty was in the room, already settled in,
and she helped Sarah unpack a little. Conversation among the three
flowed easily, and Sarah realized that her fears of getting a horrid
roommate were unfounded. When they were done, it was time for the
orientation, so the three of them, along with throngs of others, headed
down to the cafeteria in the basement to hear the standard line about
what a great time they were going to have and how they had to follow
all of the rules. After orientation, Seth and Sarah went up to Seth's
room to get him settled; Betty volunteered her services as well. There
was still no roommate present, so the three of them made quick work of
getting all of Seth's things put away. The three of them then went out
to the common room and introduced themselves around.

When it was getting late, they headed back to their respective rooms.
Sarah told Betty she would be up in a few minutes and to go on ahead.
When Betty was gone Sarah asked her brother, "What do you think is
going to happen tonight?"

"I don't know, but I'll miss you sneaking into bed with me afterwards,"
Seth answered.

Sarah gave Seth a firm hug, then she went up to her room. The distance
from Seth felt strange and unnatural.

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When the girls got settled for the night, Betty said, "I hope you don't
mind my saying so, but your brother is hot!"

Sarah giggled. "I know what you mean. If he weren't my brother, I'd be
all over him!"

"If he hangs out here a lot, I might not be able to resist," Betty
cooed, half to herself as she broke out into a lascivious grin.

"Well, you can try, but I should warn you that he's never really had a
serious girlfriend, and I don't think that he's in the market for one,"
Sarah informed her roommate.

"Who needs to get serious? He just needs to hop in my bed!" Betty
declared.

Sarah laughed. "Well, try not to do that in front of me. And don't tell
anyone, but Seth's never done it before."

"He's a virgin?" Betty asked incredulously.

"It happens," Sarah replied... "I happen to suffer from the same
affliction as well."

"Oh my god!" Betty exclaimed. "Are you saving yourself or something?
Are you guys real religious?"

"No, it's not that," Sarah explained. "It's just that neither of us
ever really had a serious relationship, so we just never got that far."

"Still, I'd think someone from your school would jump on both of you,"
Betty observed. "I mean, no offense, but you are both seriously hot!"

"Thanks," Sarah acknowledged with a blush. "I guess we just didn't go
for the people who wanted that."

"If you think he'll change his mind, I'd be happy to throw myself at
him," Betty giggled.

"College is different from high school, so we'll have to see," Sarah
admitted thoughtfully.

"Well, you're going to have to beat them off with a stick, so you'd
better watch it if you want to keep your cherry!" Betty chortled.

"I'm not permanently attached to it," Sarah said. "If the right guy
comes along, he can have it."

"Just let me know if you ever need some privacy," Betty volunteered
amicably. "I'm not really shy, so I don't care if you stay away or not
when I have a guy here, but if you get uncomfortable with anything that
I do or anyone I bring back, just tell me. I don't want to be one of
those roommates from hell."

"Thanks!" Sarah said gratefully.

She wasn't sure how she felt about being in the room when her roommate
was having sex, but on the other hand, it was not like she'd never been
a voyeur before either. 'I wonder what it would be like to be watching
someone having sex when they actually know I'm watching.' Sarah thought
wryly..

It was getting quite late, so the girls started getting ready for bed;
it was the end of one very long day. They went down the hall to the
bathroom, then came back together. Betty stripped off her top and then
pulled down her pants. Sarah noticed that Betty was not wearing any
panties, and that her pussy was shaved smooth. Betty slipped on a pair
of jogging shorts then climbed onto her bed with a book.

Sarah took off her shirt, bra and pants, then slipped her sleep tee on,
getting in bed herself.

"See you in the morning," Sarah said.

"Nite," Betty replied.

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In Seth's room, things were not as interesting. His roommate still had
not shown up by the time Seth was ready for bed. He went down the hall
and took a shower, then threw on a pair of shorts and jumped into bed.
A couple of minutes later, he was asleep and visiting. His first visit
of the night was a guy sitting in the common room. Seth recognized it
as his floor, but he didn't know who the guy was. He was watching TV,
and thinking of mostly inconsequential things. Seth began probing, and
he picked up that the guy's name was Gary and his room was about seven
doors down the hall. Seth delved into Gary's childhood a little bit,
figured out his family structure, and discovered that Gary was quite
horny. That didn't surprise him at all. Seth determined that Gary last
had sex at the end of the school year, and he was real hopeful that he
would finally get some more now that he was in college.

Seth broke the connection, and slept peacefully for a little while
before he made another connection. This time it was a guy just coming
in from a bar. He had been drinking quite a lot, and his intoxicated
brain was flitting all over the place. His name was Jim, a junior who
lived on a different floor. Seth began probing, but found it very
difficult. The alcohol had dulled the guy's senses, and every time he
got a memory going, it slipped away to something else.

Seth experimented with placing a memory, and he found that it was quite
easy to do. With Jim's mind so fuzzy, the thought that Seth implanted
seemed to have nothing to fight against. Seth had him pull off his
shirt and leave it in the common room. When Jim was in his bedroom,
Seth had him draw little circles around his nipples with a marker.
Having proven how easy it was to manipulate him, Seth broke off and
slept quietly the rest of the night.

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In her room, Sarah slipped into sleep quickly. It wasn't too long
before she found herself visiting. A quick glance and she realized that
she was in Betty's head. She was going to break it off when she realized
that Betty kept looking over to see if she was asleep. There was a
definite sense of impatience, and a distinct horniness in her thoughts.
Minutes passed. When Betty was sure that Sarah was asleep, she turned
out her light and got under the covers. Once there, she slipped off her
shorts and dropped them off her bed.

With one more glance at Sarah, Betty started imagining things. Sarah
was only mildly surprised, when she realized that Betty was starting to
think about Seth. She imagined himcoming into the room and grabbing her,
kissing her hard. Then he grabbed her shirt and ripped it off, pressing
down on her shoulders, so that she was kneeling on the floor in front
of him. Next Seth quickly dropped his shorts and let his erection pop
out.

Sarah had seen Seth's erection in his memories, so she knew that
Betty's mind was exaggerating a little, but not too much. Betty's hands
were working her pussy as she thought about taking Seth's cock into her
mouth. She imagined how she would suck it, bobbing her head up and down
on it. She thought of Seth grabbing her head and shoving his cock deep
into her throat, cumming in buckets.

Betty continued sucking his cock, then pulled off of it. In her mind,
Seth's cock had lost none of its hardness. She licked it some more,
then stood up. He grabbed her head and shoved his tongue into her
mouth. He reached down and ripped her panties off.

Sarah was shocked by Betty's next thought. Betty imagined Seth spinning
her around and bending her over. On the bed in front of her was a nude
Sarah!! Seth pushed Betty's head down between Sarah's legs, and Sarah
grabbed her head and shoved it into her twat. Betty's tongue snuck out
and licked deeply into Sarah's pussy. Simultaneously, Seth shoved his
cock into Betty's pussy, pounding it into her roughly. Betty kept
imagining Sarah forcing her to lick her, while Seth fucked her from
behind, smacking her ass regularly.

Betty was just on the edge of cumming, her fingers delving into her
sopping pussy as her mind worked her vision. She glanced over at the
sleeping Sarah on the next bed, and noticed that she was writhing a
little bit. Betty started to worry that Sarah was waking up, but Sarah
managed to impress a calming memory, and she ignored Sarah. She closed
her eyes again, submersing herself in her fantasy, and she imagined
Seth pulling out of her pussy and shoving his cock hard into her ass.

Sarah realized that Betty had taken it in the ass before, and she knew
that if someone did it that hard it would not be pleasurable. But it
was in her fantasy, and Betty came as she pictured Sarah squirting in
her face while Seth filled her ass with his cum. Sarah, lying 10 feet
away in the darkness, came with Betty.

Betty collapsed, limp and exhausted. Sarah was amazed at the strength
of Betty's fantasy. Despite her hesitancy to look into the memories and
thoughts of those close to her, Sarah dove into Betty's sexual memories.
Betty had lost her virginity as a high school freshman to a senior, but
luckily he wasn't a jerk and he knew what he was doing. Betty loved it,
and she became very eager to experience all kinds of sex. She had been
with a dozen guys and she had played with a handful of girls as well,
enjoying both.

But one unfulfilled recurring fantasy shone like a beacon from her
memories. Nearly all her fantasies involved having someone dominate
her. She imagined being forced to do all sorts of sexual things,
including activities she didn't like, in response to a commanding
presence. She didn't seem to discriminate whether it was a master or
mistress dominating her; both played equal roles. Some of her strongest
orgasms had come as she imagined being tied down and having a line of
people fucking her, people that she normally would never think of
doing... unless she were to be ordered.

As Sarah whizzed through memory after memory, fantasy after fantasy,
she realized that Betty was getting turned on again, and her fingers
were once again pumping in and out of her pussy. Sarah couldn't help
it. As Betty worked to satisfy herself, Sarah merged a fantasy of Betty
roped to a bed with a memory of the image of Sarah smiling at her from
across their dorm room. Betty took those two memories and ran with
them, imagining Sarah forcing a dildo in her ass as she spanked her
helplessly bound body with a belt. Soon she was suppressing a scream as
she came violently. As Sarah broke off her visit, she gave an unseen
smile as she realized that she would have to change her panties when
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Chapter 7


The next morning, Sarah rushed down to Seth's room. She knocked
impatiently on his door and a tired looking Seth answered. She pushed
him backward into the room and said, "You're not going to believe what
I found out last night!"

"You're not going to believe what I found out last night," Seth
countered.

"Really? You first," Sarah demanded.

"I was visiting around, and I discovered that when I was in someone who
was pretty drunk, I could pretty much get him to do whatever I wanted.
He was completely suggestible!"

"Wow!" Sarah exclaimed, impressed. "In college that can come in very
handy! There are tons of drunk people!"

"I know! Now tell me your news," Seth encouraged.

"Well, first of all, Betty thinks that you are totally hot," she told
her brother.

"Well, she's not too bad herself," Seth chuckled.

"It turns out that she thinks I'm pretty hot too," Sarah continued.

"A woman with excellent taste," Seth responded with a grin.

"She'd also be quite happy to have you as a playmate in bed, even as
fuck-buddies if you don't want a girlfriend," Sarah informed him.

"Really?" Seth asked with interest.

"She's also got some experience," Sarah said. "You could do worse in a
first fuck."

"Are you encouraging this?" Seth asked.

"Not quite yet, because of the next thing that I found out," Sarah told
her twin.

"Which is?" he asked impatiently.

"Well, she was up when I fell asleep, so I visited with her," Sarah
said.

"No kidding? And you discovered something interesting?" Seth pressed.

"Did I ever!" Sarah blurted out. She then proceeded to tell Seth the
fantasy that Betty had been masturbating to.

Seth was quite surprised when he heard the part about Betty eating
Sarah. "She's bi?"

"Very much so," Sarah told him, "but that's not the most interesting
part of the fantasy."

"Really? Then what is?" Seth queried.

Sarah glanced down and saw that Seth's shorts were quite tented. She
smirked at him.

Noticing her look, Seth said, "I'll tell you what. If you're not
completely soaked, then you can smirk!"

"Fine!" Sarah confessed. "I admit it. I'm as turned on as you are. Now
let me finish!"

"So finish then!" Seth insisted.

"Well, after our little orgasm - well, really, really big orgasm - I
couldn't help myself. I went through her sexual memories."

"And what did you find?" Seth prompted.

"I found out that this girl's fondest desire is to be someone's
submissive little plaything," she told her awestruck brother.

"A submissive plaything?" he echoed incredulously.

"Yup. She wishes she could find someone who would make her do
unspeakable sexual acts. Someone who would 'force' her to do anything
they wanted, even if she didn't want to."

"Wow!" Seth intoned quietly.

"Wow indeed!" Sarah agreed.

They sat there quietly for a moment, looking at each other.

"I know that look in your eye," Seth said. "What are you thinking about
doing?"

Sarah looked nervous as she uttered, "I want to do that to her."

"Do what?" Seth asked.

"I want to control her," Sarah said quietly.

"Why?" an amazed Seth asked.

"For two reasons," Sarah enumerated. "First, I think it would be very
cool to give her the fantasy that she's been longing for since she
practically knew what sex was. And second..."

Sarah looked at her brother while grinning demurely. "Second, it would
be fun for me!"

"Given the way you felt when I tied you up, I'd think you'd be more
comfortable on the other end," Seth recounted with a smile.

"I think I'd enjoy being on both sides of that," Sarah admitted.
"Though I can get the other side from visiting Betty's memories."

"This doesn't really sound like something you'd do," Seth pointed out.
"You're this sweet, innocent little virgin. How are you going to be
able to dominate someone else?"

"I have fantasies, just like everyone else," Sarah protested. "I've
read stories. You're right, it's not really who I am, but we're
starting a new chapter of our lives now, and I want to try being
someone else for a while, someone who's not a sweet, innocent virgin."

"OK," Seth rejoined skeptically. "But listen, are you sure that it's
alright to do this? I mean I have lots of fantasies that I might not
really want to come true."

"I thought about that," Sarah affirmed in a rush. "But if I visit with
her regularly, then I should be able to tell how she's really taking
it."

Seth mused for a bit, thinking about what Sarah had said. Sarah looked
at him expectantly, as if awaiting permission to do what she wanted.

"Look, we need to be careful, but I think more experimentation like
this is not necessarily a bad thing," Seth conceded. "Does this mean I
won't get to pop my cherry with her?"

"All you want is in her pants!" Sarah laughed, throwing a pillow at her
brother. Then she leaned forward and said conspiratorially, "Give me a
little time, and you'll get more than you dreamed of!"

"I think there are naughty things hatching in that evil mind of yours!"
Seth chided with a laugh.

"There sure are!" Sarah replied. "Now let me go back and start putting
my plans into action!" She walked to the door and took a knowing glance
back at Seth's crotch. "And you can go deal with that!"

Seth stuck his tongue out at his sister as she left. Nevertheless, he
quickly did as she had suggested.

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Sarah got back to the room before Betty got up. Sarah looked at Betty,
who was lying on the bed, the blankets covering up to her waist.
Betty's small breasts were exposed, and Sarah saw that her shorts were
still on the floor. Sarah slowly pulled the blanket down farther,
exposing Betty's shaved pussy and she could see dried girl-cum on
Betty's thighs. Sarah went to Betty's closet and browsed through her
clothes, picking out a short skirt. Then she went to Betty's dresser
drawers and grabbed a cut off tee shirt.

"What are you doing in my stuff?" Betty asked.

Sarah turned around calmly, raking her eyes over Betty's nude form.
Betty blushed and pulled her blanket up to her neck. "Well?" she
insisted.

"I'm picking out your clothes for today," Sarah explained.

"You're picking out my clothes?" Betty asked, confused.

"Yes, I want to see how you look in them," the obdurate Sarah replied.

"But, but..." Betty stammered.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Sarah asked evenly, crossing her
arms and giving Betty a cold look.

"Um, no," Betty gave in.

"Fine," Sarah announced. "Then go shower before you get dressed." She
glanced down at Betty's blanket covered crotch. "I think you might be a
bit... dirty."

Betty blushed and said in a small voice, "OK."

Getting up, keeping the blanket wrapped around her as tightly as
possible Betty grabbed her towel and robe, and, then quickly slipped
out the door.

Sarah smiled and laid the tee shirt and skirt on the vacated bed. She
went back to the closet and picked up a pair of flip-flops and laid
them on the bed next to Betty's clothes. Then she went to her side of
the room and straightened up. She wondered how Betty would react. Would
she take a very long time, afraid to come back, or would she hurry
through her shower, eager to see what would happen?

A few minutes later Sarah's question was answered, as Betty hurried in.
She looked at the clothes on her bed, then peered uncertainly up at
Sarah. As she walked over to her dresser Sarah barked, "What are you
doing?"

Betty squinted over her shoulder at Sarah and replied "I'm getting some
panties."

"I said that I would be picking out your clothes, and they are on the
bed," Sarah said with an implacable smile.

Betty shuddered visibly, but she walked to her bed. Keeping her back to
Sarah, she dropped her robe and reached for the skirt, slipping it up
her legs. The bottom of the skirt was just under halfway between her
waist and her knees. She picked up the tee shirt and slipped it on,
then dropped the flip-flops to the floor and stepped into them. Then
she turned around to face Sarahwith an uncertain look on her face.

"Twirl for me," Sarah directed, rotating a finger to emphasize the
point.

Betty twirled slowly, but Sarah insisted, "Faster."

Betty twirled again, this time her skirt rising up to give a flash of
ass and pussy.

"Perfect!" Sarah proclaimed with a wide smile. Closing the distance,
still grinning, Sarahwent up to Betty and grabbed her in her arms,
giving her new friend a big hug and a small kiss on the cheek. Then
Sarah dropped her hands to the exposed skin over the back of Betty's
skirt, her thumbs resting just inside the waistband, as she leaned back
and a little and looked into Betty's wide eyes, their faces inches
apart.

"We are going to be such good friends!" Sarah said with glee. "Now
let's get our asses moving! I'm going to treat you to breakfast!"

The two girls hung out together the rest of the day. Sarah was
noticeably happy throughout, and soon Betty appeared to lose all her
nervousness. Most of the day, they acted like friends, but every now
and then Sarah did something that reminded Betty of the morning's
interlude.

In the grocery store, as they were walking through the frozen foods
section, Sarah commented, "I knew I would love you in that tee shirt!"

Betty looked down and saw that her clearly braless nipples were as hard
as bullets, completely visible through her shirt. In reaction, Betty
started to cover them with her arms until Sarah simply ordered,
"Don't!"

Betty left them uncovered, embarrassed as she started to notice the
admiring glances from other patrons.

They were in the bookstore getting their required books for the
semester when Betty bent over to get one from the bottom shelf.
"Careful," Sarah cautioned, running her hand up under Betty's skirt and
gently squeezing her naked ass. "You almost flashed everyone!"

Betty dropped the book that she was reaching for and stood up, putting
her hand on the spot that Sarah had touched. Sarah just smiled and
walked over to get another book.

That evening they met up with Seth in the cafeteria. The trio got their
food and sat down. "Oh, I forgot napkins," Sarah said. "Betty, go get
them for me."

"Yes Sarah," Betty responded, getting up quickly.

"How's it going with her?" Seth inquired.

"Do you like her outfit?" Sarah asked.

"Yes," Seth said, looking at Betty's ass twitching as she walked away.

"That skirt and shirt are all she's wearing," Sarah informed him.

"No underwear?" Seth asked in surprise.

"I wouldn't let her wear any," Sarah advised.

"And she went along with that?" Seth asked, amazed.

Sarah only smiled.

Betty was back with the napkins shortly, and Sarah took them, gently
caressing Betty's face as she said, "Thanks, dear."

Betty blushed and touched the spot that Sarah had brushed.

They ate dinner with Sarah and Seth talking about what they had each
done that day, and what their first day of school would be like
tomorrow. Betty was quiet, except when one of the twins asked her a
question.

That night the girls were in their rooms getting ready for bed. Betty
picked out a tee shirt and the shorts that she had worn the previous
night. "What are you doing?" Sarah asked.

"Getting into pajamas," Betty answered meekly.

"Wear what you wore last night," Sarah commanded.

Betty looked momentarily as if she might argue, then just nodded her
head and put the tee shirt back in the drawer. She slipped off the
shirt she was wearing and put it in her hamper, then slipped off the
skirt and did the same. Before she climbed into bed, she picked up her
shorts, but Sarah stopped her again.

"As I recall, when I saw you this morning, you weren't wearing those,"
Sarah said.

Betty blushed and sputtered, "But...", her eyes wild, her shorts held
in front of her crotch.

As she stood frozen there, Sarah waved her hand and continued, "That's
OK. You don't have to listen to what I tell you to do if you don't want
to." She went to her desk and sat down, her back to Betty, ignoring her.

Without Betty realizing it, Sarah watched her in the reflection on the
computer monitor. Betty was clearly torn. She stood there for over a
minute, moving her hand just slightly up and down, unable to figure out
what to do. It was clear to Sarah the moment that Betty made her
decision.

Betty straightened up and dropped the shorts on the floor by her feet.

"Sarah," she said quietly.

Hiding a smile, Sarah turned her chair around, slowly raking her eyes
from the shorts on the floor, up her legs, over her pussy, her gaze
caressing Betty's breasts, before looking her in the eyes. "Yes?" she
asked.

"I'm sorry," Betty entreated. Sarah merely waited.

"I'm sorry that I didn't listen to you," Betty went on, a blush working
its way down her chest. "I still want you to tell me what to do."

"Are you entirely sure?" Sarah asked lightly. "I wouldn't want to make
you uncomfortable."

"Yes, I'm sure," Betty answered contritely.

Sarah got up and bounced over to Betty. She wrapped her arms around the
naked girl and gave her a light kiss on the lips. This time she rested
her hands on the top of Betty's ass, and she said, "We are going to
have so much fun this year!"

Betty closed her eyes and shuddered, and Sarah could smell her
excitement. Actually, Sarah wasn't sure whose excitement she could
smell, because, as she was surprised to discover, she was sexually
excited as well! She had known that she was going to enjoy controlling
Betty, but she hadn't realized what a sexual rush it would be.

Sarah waited until Betty opened her eyes again, gave her another quick
peck, then released her and went to her bed. Betty went to her own bed,
laid on top of the sheets and picked up her schedule for the next day,
attempting to read it.

Sarah went over to her bed and glanced at the schedule sitting on her
pillow. Then she stood next to her bed and faced towards Betty. She
slowly pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it into her hamper.
Next, she gracefully reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She was
not looking at Betty, but in her peripheral vision she could feel
Betty's struggle not to look directly at her. Betty's eyes kept darting
her eyes from the page to Sarah's body.

At the point when Sarah shrugged the bra off, Betty lost her struggle.
The paper lay ignored on her lap as she stared at Sarah's bare breasts.
Adding to the sexual tension, Sarah wiggled her hips to get her pants
off, leaving her standing in just her peach colored panties. She sat
down and looked at her feet.

"Damn, my toenails need polishing, and I'm just not up to it!" Sarah
remarked. She examined her feet for another moment before asking Betty,
"Would you do it, Betty?"

Betty pulled her eyes up to meet Sarah's and said, "Sure. I'd be happy
to."

"Great!" Sarah said, pulling out a little bottle of polish.

Betty stood up and looked at the tee shirt and shorts that she had
removed. "Don't bother getting dressed," Sarah directed. "I wouldn't
want to put you out."

Betty again looked like she might argue at first, but then she just
walked over to stand in front of Sarah. "Do you want to swing your feet
up on the bed?" she asked.

"No, that's OK," Sarah replied. "You can just do it on the floor." She
handed Betty the bottle of polish, and Betty knelt at her feet. Sarah
lifted her foot and put it firmly on Betty's thigh.

For the next ten minutes, Sarah browsed through a magazine while Betty
carefully applied the polish. When she was done, Sarah looked at her
toes, pointed at one of them and told Betty, "Reapply that nail." There
was nothing wrong with the polish on the nail; Sarah just wanted Betty
to obey her unquestioningly.

When Betty was done, Sarah looked at her toes again and said,
"Perfect!" She stroked her hand through Betty's hair and rubbed the
side of her face. "You're such a good little girl. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Betty breathed, rubbing her face into Sarah's hand
like a house pet might.

Sarah pulled her kneeling friend upright and stood in front of her.
Sarah wrapped her arms around Betty's torso, this time pressing her
much larger breasts into Betty's smaller ones. Betty gasped as she felt
the heat there, as well as through Sarah's panties.

"You've done so well today," Sarah complimented her. "Now go to bed.
And do me a favor. I'm worried that I'll have trouble falling asleep,
you know, this being the first time I've really been away from home, so
can you stay awake until you're sure that I'm asleep?"

"Of course," Betty acknowledged.

"Excellent! Good night," Sarah told Betty, then brushed her lips over
Betty's.

Sarah climbed into her bed - careful not to ruin her nails - still only
in her panties, and turned off her light. Betty slowly went to her own
bed and sat up on the headboard, glancing over at Sarah frequently.
Sarah fell asleep with a smile on her face.



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Chapter 8


Sarah quickly started her visit, but just as quickly she realized the
person whose head she was in was not Betty. She quickly broke the
connection and tried to keep her mind in the state that would allow her
to visit. She quickly landed in another mind, and she rejected that one
as well. The third mind she visited was Betty's. As Sarah filed away
her little side trips for later consideration, she observed that
Betty's mind was in absolute turmoil.

Betty had given up taking peeks over at Sarah, and was instead staring
at her body. Her eyes kept moving up and down, from the panties (which
Sarah just noticed had a wet spot) to Sarah's exposed breasts, up to
her peaceful face. Betty didn't know how to feel. She was terrified,
but she wasn't sure why.

Part of her was appalled that Sarah, who was so nice, was treating her
this way. Another part of her was horrified that Sarah might stop
treating her this way. Still a different part was disgusted that she
was horrified that Sarah might stop treating her this way. Betty was
valiantly trying to sort out the feelings and apply rational judgment,
but her pussy wasn't letting her.

Betty thought that she had to tell Sarah to stop treating her like a
pet. She was a college freshman, and she didn't need another girl to
tell her what to do. Then she thought again about Sarah treating her
like a pet. Up flashed an image of herself on her hands and knees,
collar around her neck, crawling down the walk in front of the dorm,
her leash held in Sarah's hand, and she couldn't help it; her pussy
squirted. That, in turn, made her think about something she saw in a
sex catalogue once, and the image of herself as Sarah's pet was
modified so that there was a butt plug with a tail on the end of it
sticking out of her ass... another gush.

Betty knew that she had always fantasized about someone controlling
her, but now that it was happening, she wasn't sure if she could
continue. Imagine, all year being at the beck and call of Sarah, being
forced to paint her nails and wash her hair.

"Fuck it!" Betty screamed in her mind. "Fuck my brain. Fuck rational
thought. That wonderful bitch in the other bed can do anything she
wants, as long as she makes my pussy feel this way!"

Betty sat up on her bed sideways, so she could have a better view of
the sleeping Sarah. Her fingers reached down and started separating her
pussy lips. Sarah started sifting through Betty's memories, attempting
to see how Betty felt during their actions this morning. She recognized
the confusion present when Betty saw Sarah going through her drawers.
Sarah's proclamation further confused her, but the steel in her voice
when she told Betty to wear the clothes she picked out excited her.

She had been embarrassed when she left for the shower, but once there,
it was all she could do not to touch herself more than necessary to get
clean. She couldn't wait to get back to see what Sarah was intending.
The hug that Sarah gave her almost made her cum.

Betty had enjoyed being with Sarah during the day, but her body and
mind were conflicted when Sarah had fondled her ass and had pointed out
her engorged nipples in public. When Sarah had insisted that Betty sleep
nude, Betty had been ready to rebel. Sarah couldn't do that to her. Then
Sarah had made it clear what she was doing.

"You don't have to listen to what I tell you to do, if you don't want
to, " resounded in Betty's mind. It echoed over and over again. "...
listen to what I tell you to do... " Sarah was going to tell me what to
do. There was no hinting. No sneaky suggestions. "You don't have to
listen...  " Sarah was going to tell me what to do, but she was leaving
it up to me to decide if I wanted to listen. " ... tell you to do...  "
Someone was going to tell me what to do.

It took a minute for the answer to resolve itself, but in the end there
was really no question. By the time the shorts hit the floor, Betty had
determined to do whatever Sarah required of her.

Then Sarah had stripped. Betty absolutely worshiped Sarah's body. She
knew that her own body was too scrawny, her breasts too small, her face
too plain. But Sarah's body was perfection. She could imagine suckling
on those luscious breasts for hours!

Sarah got a little embarrassed from the memory of the adulation that
Betty felt for her body. But, in pulling up a memory from when Betty
had first met her, she realized that this reverence was something that
she had not instilled in Betty. She had felt this way since the first
moment that she had laid eyes on Sarah and her twin brother.

Still more memories bubbled to the surface. Betty remembered sitting on
the floor at Sarah's feet, polishing her nails. Before opening the
polish, she could smell Sarah's excitement. Then she was polishing
Sarah's nails while kneeling on the floor, completely naked. It didn't
feel wrong. It felt right to be on the floor at Sarah's feet. In
fact... 

Betty gathered up her blanket almost before Sarah realized the thought,
and she got up and walked over to Sarah's bed. She threw the blanket on
the floor by the side of the bed, and lay down on it. "This feels
right."

Betty couldn't wait anymore. Mere seconds after stretching out on the
blanket, she dipped her finger deep into herself as she imagined the
days yet to come. She imagined being forced to expose herself like she
almost did in the store. She imagined being forced to have sex with
strange people for Sarah's entertainment. And best of all, she imagined
having to spend hours licking Sarah's perfect pussy.

Instantly overcome, Betty quickly turned her head and grabbed the
blanket in her mouth as one of her strongest orgasms ever overtook her.
She screamed as quietly as she could, but she did scream. Her whole body
was arched and tensed with the stress of the orgasm. Her hands were
soaked, and as she collapsed back onto her blanket, she pulled them up
to her face, imagining that her smell was Sarah's.

By that point, Betty's mind was fried, and Sarah's was almost as spent.
Sarah delved in a little deeper, pulling a few more fantasies out, but
Betty was too exhausted to even get excited about them. Betty quickly
fell asleep, ejecting Sarah from her brain.

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The next morning, Sarah awoke first. She remembered the night before,
and looked down at the side of the bed. Sure enough, there was Betty,
stretched out nude below her on the blanket. Sarah got an idea, and she
quickly started masturbating through her panties, thinking about the
things that she was planning for Betty. She didn't cum, but she
refreshed the fluid in her panties, then, slipping them off, she
carefully dropped them on Betty's face. Then Sarah stood up with her
legs on either side of Betty's head and gently kicked the side of
Betty's face.

Betty awoke looking up into Sarah's glistening snatch. She realized
there was something on her face, and she got a deep whiff before she
reached up and pulled it off of her.

"I'm sorry," Sarah said, looking down at Betty. "I didn't realize that
you were down there." She didn't move for a minute, then asked, "Come
to think of it, why are you there?"

Betty looked up and didn't know what to say.

Without waiting for an answer, Sarah peered over at the clock and
asked, "What time is your first class?"

"11:00," Betty croaked groggily.

"Mine is 10:00, so we'll have a little time to talk," Sarah told her.
"I'm going to take a shower. Get up now. Clean this place up while I'm
gone; when I'm back you can take your shower and then we'll talk, OK?"

"OK," Betty replied.

After Sarah left to perform her morning ablutions, Betty took a few
deep, deep breaths from Sarah's panties, then cleaned up as she was
instructed. When Sarah returned to the room, she sent Betty to take her
shower.

Sarah took the blanket that Betty had folded on her bed and placed it
on the floor in front of a chair. She put on a short robe, tied
loosely, so that her breasts were covered but evident, and so that when
she spread her legs her pussy would show. Finally, she sat there waiting
for Betty to come in.

Betty was back fairly quickly, and after she shut the door Sarah
pointed to the blanket on the floor and said, "Kneel here."

Betty knelt at Sarah's feet with her eyes down. "Look at me," Sarah
instructed. Betty looked up at her roommate as Sarah considered what to
say.

"Do you understand what is happening?" Sarah continued.

Betty nodded.

"Are you sure?" she pressed.

Again, Betty nodded.

"Then tell me what's happening," Sarah instructed.

"You are making me your slave," Betty said.

"Is that what you want?" Sarah asked.

Betty nodded.

"Tell me what you want," Sarah demanded. "Make me believe that it's
what you really want."

"Mistress, I want to be your slave," Betty pleaded, looking into
Sarah's eyes with an open and trusting look.

"First of all, I'm Sarah, not Mistress," Sarah growled. Betty nodded.
"Second, do you realize what I will do to you?"

Betty shrugged and nodded.

Sarah leaned forward until her face was inches from Betty's. "I'm going
to make you do whatever strikes my fancy." Betty nodded. "I'm going to
humiliate you in public." Betty nodded. "I'm going to make you sleep
with other people because I feel like it." Betty nodded. "Boys and
girls." Betty nodded. "Sometimes together." Betty closed her eyes
momentarily, then nodded. "I'm going to use you for all my errands, to
do my laundry and to take care of my needs." Betty nodded.

Sarah sat back, spreading her legs a little. Betty's eyes went right to
Sarah's pussy.

"Tell me why," Sarah demanded.

Betty's glazed eyes whipped up to Sarah's.

"What?" Betty asked.

"You have to admit that this idea is not exactly in the mainstream. If
I went up to someone and told them that I would do to them what I am
going to do to you, they would have laughed at me," Sarah said. "Why
are you dripping on the floor instead?"

Betty glanced down; Sarah had been speaking metaphorically, not
realizing that her assertion was literally true. Remembering her
orders, Betty quickly looked back up at Sarah and struggled with what
to say. "How did you know you could do these things to me?" she asked
instead.

"I asked you first," Sarah countered with a smile.

Betty cleared her throat and responded, "I know that I put on a brave
front; I've always been very self sufficient, a very modern woman. When
I had sex with someone, it was on my terms. But deep down, for a reason
that I don't really understand, it's not what I wanted. I want to be
controlled; I get a sexual surge when you tell me what to do and it's
so strong it overrides everything else, even my common sense. On top of
that, I didn't tell you this before, but I'm bisexual. I find both girls
and boys attractive. And I find you very, very attractive."

"So why not sleep with me instead of putting up with this?" Sarah
asked.

"If that was all I could get, I would take it," Betty asserted. "But
like I said, when you tell me to do something, it practically makes me
cum."

"Do you like pain?" Sarah continued, changing the subject slightly.

"What do you mean?" Betty queried.

"Do you want me to whip you?" Sarah asked.

"Well, it gets me very hot thinking about getting a spanking, and some
light pain is very nice, but I don't think I'd like to be whipped
hard," Betty admitted.

"Nipple clamps?" Sarah asked.

Betty shivered. "I might not mind that," she said in a quiet voice.

"Humiliation?" Sarah queried.

"Small humiliations," Betty replied.

"What does that mean?" Sarah asked.

"If you make me do something in front of a few people that I don't know
too well, that's fine. Posting a video of me fucking a dog so the whole
campus knows it - I just don't think I could take that," Betty
explained.

Sarah smiled and leaned forward, grabbing Betty's chin and looking into
her eyes. "You're the only bitch that's going to get fucked here."

"Yes, Sarah," she said with a small smile.

"If I wanted a good grade, so I gave you to an old professor for a
weekend to do with as he wishes?" Sarah quizzed.

"I would be thinking of you the whole time, and how happy I was making
you," Betty assented while nodding.

"Doing my laundry?" Sarah went on.

"Can I sniff your panties?" Betty pleaded.

"Ha!" Sarah barked. "Oh, I am going to love you!" Betty glowed.

"Seriously, how would you feel about doing chores for me," Sarah asked.

"It would make me feel special," Betty confided.

"And how would you feel when I wanted to go out with a guy?" Sarah
asked.

"Would you allow me to lick his cum from you?" Betty almost panted.

"If I said no?"

"I still would not have a problem with it," Betty said.

"Another girl?" Sarah asked.

"I'm your slave, not your girlfriend," Betty explained.

"So no jealousy?" Sarah asked.

"None," Betty replied assuredly.

Sarah sat back and thought for a moment. She moved her leg back and
forth, and Betty's gaze was pulled to her pussy again. "You know, I'm
still a virgin, and I'm not sure how I feel about girls, sexually
speaking," Sarah revealed. "How would you feel if I never did anything
sexual with you?"

"You already have," Betty answered honestly. "But if you mean that I
can never touch you, I'll be hugely disappointed, but I'd still want to
be your slave."

"What if I decided that a tongue is a tongue, so you can do me, but I
wasn't interested in muff diving?"

"Then I would do my best to make you cum screaming every time that you
let me," Betty said.

Sarah smiled warmly down at Betty. "Stand up," she told her.

Betty immediately stood up in front of Sarah. "Here are the rules,"
Sarah began enumerating.

"First of all, you do what I say, when I say it, regardless of where
you are or whom you're with."

"I understand," Betty said.

"Second, I am not some kind of dominatrix. When I am requiring you to
do things, you are my slave Betty. When I am not, you are my roommate,
and I am just Sarah."

"I..." Betty began. She paused for a moment, then said, "It will be
hard to separate sometimes, but I'll try. Please tell me if I am doing
it wrong."

"Oh, I will," Sarah confirmed with a smile. "If you misbehave, you will
be punished. I'm not sure how yet, but it will be inventive, and you
will be very sorry, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sarah," Betty chimed obediently.

"Final rule," Sarah emphasized. "Any grade lower than a B and this is
over. I won't tell you to do anything ever again."

"On any test?" Betty whined in dismay.

"No, a low grade on a test or paper is permissible, as long as your
final semester grade is a B or better. If it's not, this is all
history, so no slacking on schoolwork. Capiche? "

Betty nodded.

Sarah stood and dropped her robe, reaching forward and pulling Betty to
her so that they were standing pussy to pussy, nipple to nipple, nose to
nose. "I am going to make your darkest, most perverse fantasies come
true, my little slave."

Betty shivered and closed her eyes, and Sarah kissed her gently, but
passionately on the lips. Sarah backed up a half step and said, "I
meant what I said. I'm not sure how I feel about girl-on-girl sex, at
least inasmuch as it relates to me, but you've been so good, here's a
treat." Sarah reached down and scooped up some of the juices that were
flowing quite freely between her legs, then put her finger in Betty's
mouth. Betty moaned in ecstasy as she greedily cleaned Sarah's finger
with her tongue.

"Now, you little slut, get dressed in something sexy," Sarah instructed
when she reclaimed her finger. "No panties, no bra. And you'd better pay
attention in class. Remember, no B, no second chances."

"Yes, Sarah," Betty answered, then impulsively darted forward and
kissed Sarah on her lips before dancing over to her closet. Sarah shook
her head in amusement and got dressed herself, gathered up her books and
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Chapter 9


Sarah met Seth at the student center for lunch. She sat down and he
passed her a key. "What's this?" she asked.

"A key to my room," Seth said.

"I think your roommate might mind if I just waltz in anytime I want,"
Sarah reasoned.

"No, he won't," Seth smiled. "I finally met him. He came to tell me
that he's living with his girlfriend off campus, but he doesn't want
his parents to know. He wants them to think he's living in the dorm, so
I get a private room!"

"That's great for you, but I don't mind that I have a roommate," Sarah
said.

"I'm sure that you don't", Seth agreed. "So tell me what happened."

Sarah looked around and there were no people too close by, so in a
quiet voice she described what happened.

"So she's OK with it?" Seth asked in amazement when she was done.

"Ok's not the word for it," Sarah said. "She was conflicted at first,
but she's resolved that now and she's very happy about it."

"Lucky you," Seth retorted.

"You might just end up lucky, too!" Sarah said.

"Promises, promises."

"Listen, I figured out something else last night too," Sarah revealed.
"I think it's a way to pick who you visit."

"How did you do that?" Seth shot back eagerly.

"It's not so much a way to pick exactly who you want to visit, as much
as quickly rejecting everyone else until the right person comes along,"
Sarah explained.

"But doesn't that take a really long time?" Seth asked.

"It didn't," Sarah answered. "Let's go somewhere this afternoon where
you can visit with me, and I'll show you."

"OK," Seth agreed.

After classes that day, they got into their car and drove out of town
to a fairly deserted area. Sarah pulled the car over and Seth went to
sleep. Something that both of them had gotten very good at over the
last year was falling asleep quickly when they wanted to. They both
wished that they could visit while awake, but they made the best of
what they had.

When Sarah felt Seth in her head, she replayed how she had selected
Betty last night.

"Oh, I get it now," Seth pulled from their dictionary.

Then, because Seth had asked, Sarah showed him all that had gone on
with Betty the last couple of days. When she had gone through all the
memories, she scoped out her brother, and she saw that he was rock
hard.

"Liked that, did you?" Sarah giggled.

Seth played back the memory of Betty raking her eyes slowly across
Sarah's body.

"Shut up, you perv!" Sarah thought.

Seth expressed his humor.

"Now get out of my head! I want to see how you made that guy do what
you wanted," Sarah demanded. She felt Seth pulling out.

As Seth woke up, Sarah leaned her seat back and went to sleep. A few
minutes later, she announced "I'm here!"

Seth replayed his visits from earlier in the week.

"That wasn't hard," Sarah commented in surprise.

"I know," Seth acknowledged. "You just need a person in the right state
of mind,"

Sarah visited Seth's mind for a while longer, catching up on how he was
dealing with college life. She saw the friends that he had made,
including a couple of cute girls. When she was done, she woke up and
they headed back. They didn't talk much during the ride; the volume of
information that they shared when visiting was far greater than a
conversation. Some mutual digestion of all they had absorbed from each
other was in order. However, as they pulled into their dorm parking
lot, Sarah announced innocently, "Friday's your birthday."

"Really?" Seth queried with a smile. "When's yours?"

"Shut up, idiot," Sarah said fondly. "I have a present for you, and it
will take a little time for you to examine it properly. Can I come to
your room at about four? Don't plan on doing anything else with your
evening."

"OK, I'll give you your present then as well," Seth said.

"I'll see you later," Sarah said. "Thanks for the key."

"Use it whenever you want," Seth said.

They hugged before Seth got off the elevator, and Sarah headed back to
her room.

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When Sarah got back to her room, Betty was sitting at her desk working
on her computer. "How was your day?" Sarah asked.

"Good," Betty answered. "I'm just reading ahead a little bit."

"Trying to keep up the grades?" Sarah asked with a smile.

"Yes, Sarah," Betty responded in a quiet voice.

"Good for you," Sarah replied, caressing Betty's head as she passed.
Betty pushed her head towards Sarah's hand as it moved away. Her
affectionate gesture didn't go unnoticed.

Sarah sat down and reviewed the day's classwork, and checked her class
schedule for the next day. After finishing, she insisted that they both
go down to dinner. When they came back, Sarah told Betty, "Get in your
pajamas."

"My pajamas?" Betty asked uncertainly.

"Yes, the same ones that you wore last night; the same ones that you're
going to wear every night."

"Yes, Sarah," Betty said, removing all of her clothes. When stripped,
she lay down on her bed and read.

Sarah finished what she was doing and stood up. Betty watched her as
she slowly removed all of her clothing. "Betty, I'm a little sore from
today. Come give me a massage."

"Yes, Sarah," Betty hissed breathlessly.

Sarah lay down on her bed, face down, and Betty came over to kneel next
to the bed. She began rubbing Sarah's back, but Sarah complained,
"That's not working. Climb up and sit on my butt and do that."

Betty did as Sarah directed, and soon Sarah was groaning in
contentment. As Betty worked her way down Sarah's back, Sarah told her,
"You know you're going to have to clean off that puddle that you're
making on my ass, don't you?"

"Yes, Sarah," Betty said, her whole body blushing. When she had
finished with Sarah's back she knelt at the foot of the bed and did
Sarah's calves and thighs. Betty couldn't keep her eyes off of Sarah's
pussy, which kept peeking out from between her legs.

When Betty finished Sarah's feet, she asked, "Would you like me to do
your front, Sarah?"

Sarah turned over, exposing her body to her roommate. She looked
carefully at Betty for a minute, then said, "I don't think so. But I
have to be honest, what you did turned me on. The thing is, I'm
embarrassed to get myself off in front of you. I think I'd be less
uncomfortable if you did it first, so go to your bed and masturbate."

"Really?" Betty asked, afraid.

"Well, if you don't, you can't do it again until the next time I ask
you. Will you do it?" Sarah asked.

"OK, Sarah," Betty gave in. She walked over to her bed and sat with her
back to the wall, opening her legs so that her pussy was visible to her
roommate. She moved her hands down and began slowly to rub herself, but
that changed quickly and soon she was plunging two fingers in and out of
herself. Within minutes she was shuddering in orgasm.

As she slumped against the wall, Sarah said, "You did that very well.
But I'm still not comfortable doing it in front of you, so lie down
facing the wall, and don't turn around until I fall asleep."

"Yes, Sarah," Betty sighed tiredly, and did what she was instructed.

Sarah took her time, but her orgasm, when it came, was a marvelous
thing, and she fell asleep quickly after.

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When Sarah woke up in the morning, she had cobwebs on her brain. She
nearly stepped on Betty when getting out of bed. Once again, Betty had
decided to sleep on the floor next to Sarah's bed.

"Get up lazybones," Sarah chided, nudging Betty with her foot. "Let's
go get Seth and go down to breakfast before classes."

They got ready for the day, then headed down to Seth's room. Sarah used
her key and opened the door. The two girls went in and Sarah saw that
Seth had rearranged the furniture. He had pushed the beds together,
forming one king size bed, and he had shifted the desks to the other
side of the room.

She heard Betty gasp, so she turned to see what Betty was looking at.
She glanced at her brother's bed and saw that he was lying tangled in
the sheets, with his cock tenting his sweat shorts. She smiled and told
Betty, "Go lie down next to him and gently wake him up."

"What if he gets angry?" Betty asked.

"Do you really think that any guy would be angry to wake up and find
you in bed? Now if you ask me another question, I'll make you do it
nude," Sarah threatened.

Betty hesitated for a second, as if trying to decide whether to ask
another question, then she went to the bed and climbed in next to Seth.
"Wake up," she whispered in his ear, rubbing her hand on his bare chest.

Seth grumbled and rolled onto his side, pushing his cock into Betty's
leg.

"That's nice," Betty moaned appreciatively. "But you need to get up and
come to breakfast with your sister and me."

Seth's eyes slowly opened, then he jumped back when he realized that
Betty was in the bed with him. Sarah burst out laughing at the
expression on his face. His hands darted down to cover his bulge, then
he grabbed his blanket and covered himself as Betty quickly got out of
bed.

"We're going down to breakfast," Sarah informed him, still chuckling.
"You've got ten minutes to take care of that, get ready and meet us
down there."

"OK!" Seth exclaimed.

Sarah was still chuckling when Seth made it down to the cafeteria. She
told him that she was going to take the car to do a little shopping
that afternoon, and she reminded him that she would meet him in his
room the next day to exchange presents. Betty was excited to hear that
it was going to be both their birthdays, but she was upset that she
didn't have more time to shop.

"Don't worry, I have some ideas for you," Sarah grinned wickedly.

Somehow, that made Betty worry.



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Chapter 10


When Betty got back to her room that night, Sarah was sitting at her
desk with bags and boxes scattered all around.

"Great, you're back!" Sarah cried out. "Help me out."

"Help you with what?" Betty asked, putting down her bag.

"Seeing Seth's room this morning made me want to redecorate. You can
help!" Sarah said.

"OK," Betty said, confused but willing to do whatever Sarah desired.

They started moving the beds around, and Sarah instructed that they
push them together. Betty started getting a little excited, thinking
about sleeping with Sarah in the big bed.

Sarah moved a dresser over to a different wall, and she and Betty
unpacked a small television that Sarah had purchased. Sarah pulled out
a sleeping bag and put it on the floor where Betty's bed had been.
Next, she opened a particularly large bag and pulled out an extra large
beanbag and placed it at the foot of her bed. Finally, she opened some
new king sized linens and made the bed.

"Get into pajamas and sit down over there," Sarah told Betty, pointing
to the chair.

Betty stripped and sat where instructed.

"I noticed that when I wake up in the morning, you're not in your bed,"
Sarah observed.

Betty just nodded.

"Since you don't seem to like your bed much, I've decided that I'll use
it. Your bed is there now," Sarah told her submissive roommate, pointing
to the beanbag at the foot of the bed. "If you're particularly good, I
might let you share the bed with me every now and then. The sleeping
bag is so that people don't think that we share the bed. If anyone
asks, tell them that you prefer sleeping on the floor, so you gave me
your bed. Do you understand?"

Betty nodded.

"Go try out your new bed," Sarah ordered her.

Betty walked over and curled up in the beanbag. Sarah got up and
covered her with a blanket. "Perfect," she said. "Now get up and sit on
the bed. I have more for you."

Betty obeyed Sarah.

"You know that tomorrow is our birthday. I told you that you shouldn't
worry about presents, because I'd tell you what to do. First of all,
your present to me." Sarah reached over and caressed Betty's face.
"You've already given me that."

Betty blushed and couldn't help but smile.

"I'll explain your present to Seth in a moment," Sarah continued. "I
felt badly that you weren't getting anything, so I got you some
un-birthday presents."

Sarah pulled another bag out. "I was thinking, and I know it would make
me feel like you're obeying me if, every time I walked in here, you were
wearing something I picked out for you. Since I can't pick your clothes
out every day, I got you something to wear when you are in our room.
Every time you come in, you are to immediately take off all your
clothes and put on the outfit I have here for you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sarah," Betty acknowledged.

"And you're OK with it?" Sarah asked.

"Of course, Sarah," Betty said.

"Despite not knowing what I picked out for you?" Sarah asked.

"Whatever you tell me to do," Betty uttered compliantly.

Sarah reached into the bag and pulled out a very short, black and white
striped pleated skirt. "Try it on," she instructed.

Betty stood and slipped the skirt over her hips. Sarah motioned her to
spin, and Betty quickly spun. The skirt came about an inch below
Betty's pussy at rest; when she spun, it was well above her hips.

"Perfect," Sarah giggled. "Of course, you can't just wear a skirt." She
reached into her bag and pulled out a black strip of leather and handed
it to Betty.

Betty looked at the object in her hand. It was a thin leather collar.
Attached to the front was a metal tag in the shape of a bone. Engraved
on it was:

Betty
My Owner is Sarah
If I Am Lost Call:
(917) 867-5309

Betty looked up in shock.

"Well, don't you like it? Put it on," Sarah encouraged.

Betty's hands were trembling as she brought the collar up to her neck.
She was about to clasp it when she begged, "Please, Sarah, can you put
it on me?"

"But I won't be here all the time. You have to figure out how to put it
on yourself," Sarah explained.

"I will," Betty replied. "But just this one time, will you do it?"

"Come here," Sarah said with a warm smile. Betty bounded over and held
the collar up to her neck with one hand and held her hair up with the
other. Sarah snapped the collar shut, and looked at the mirror across
from them. "It looks right on you," she whispered softly into Betty's
ears. It didn't look too much like a dog collar; though the bone-shaped
tag made it clear what it was.

Betty looked at herself in the mirror, then swept up in a rush of
happiness, swung around and grabbed her mistress, kissing her hard,
slipping her dancing tongue deep into Sarah's mouth. Sarah let it go on
for a moment, then broke the kiss.

"Wow! My first girl-girl kiss," Sarah laughed. "Of course, you didn't
have permission to do that."

"That's OK, Sarah," Betty said coyly, fingering her tag. "You can
punish me however you'd like. It was worth it!"

"Well, that outfit is all well and good for the room, but what are you
going to do if you need to go out to the bathroom or the common room?"
Sarah asked.

"Whatever you tell me?" Betty suggested, a sly smile still on her face.

"That's true," Sarah said. "And here's what I tell you to do." She
reached into her bag and pulled out another item. She threw it to Betty
and instructed, "Put it on."

Betty held it up, then slipped it on. It was a pink cutoff tee shirt
who's bottom hem came down to just under her breasts, and across the
front was the word 'Slut' spelled out in glitter. Betty turned to look
at herself in the mirror, and she could see her nipples clearly poking
through.

"Keep this next to the door, so that when you need to go out or if
someone comes to the door, you can quickly put it on," Sarah
instructed.

Betty slipped the shirt off her top and folded it neatly near the door.

"There are three more things to do," Sarah enumerated when Betty turned
back to her. "First, I have one more un-birthday present for you.
Clearly, it wouldn't be appropriate to wear that collar out of the
dorm. However, I'd like you to have something special so that you think
of me."

Sarah reached back into her bag and took out a small box and handed it
to Betty. Betty opened it and pulled out an intricate gold necklace
with a heart shaped locket. Betty looked at Sarah in surprise. "Open
it" Sarah urged."

Betty opened the locket, and inscribed inside was:

Betty
 My Owner is Sarah

Betty held it out to Sarah again, and Sarah clasped it around her neck.
"You'll wear this always," Sarah whispered into Betty's ear. Betty
fingered it and asked in a small voice, "Sarah, may I please kiss you
again?"

Sarah looked for a brief loaded moment into Betty's eyes in the mirror
and said, "You may."

Betty turned and took Sarah into her arms. She gently kissed Sarah on
the lips, the passion between them slowly building. Her tongue licked
at Sarah's lips, and Sarah opened her mouth to allow it access. Sarah
wrapped her arms around her roommate and kissed her back for a few
moments before pulling back. "Wow!" she breathed.

Sarah shook her head, as if to clear it, then said, "You sure know how
to kiss!"

"Thank you," Betty simpered with a modest smile. "Thank you for the
kiss and thank you for the lovely gifts." She fingered the locket.
"I'll never take this off."

"Good, but that little kiss of yours... mmmmm... that kiss reminded me
of this next thing. You asked me very nicely for permission this time,
but you took that first kiss without permission, so you will have to be
punished."

Sarah turned to the desk, took a piece of paper and wrote something on
it. Then she tucked it in an envelope and sealed it. She turned back to
Betty and handed it to her, instructing her, "Go give this to Seth and
do what he tells you. When you come back, we'll discuss the last item."

Betty took it and hesitated. "What should I wear, Sarah?"

"Since you are going to be staying within the building, wear your
inside outfit," Sarah instructed.

"Yes, Sarah," Betty acknowledged. She went to the door and slipped on
her new shirt. With a last look back at Sarah, she left the room.

When the elevator arrived, there was already a boy in it. He looked at
Betty's outfit and smiled. Betty returned the look with a little 'hi,
but I'm not interested' smile, though internally she was torn whether
to be pleased that the outfit that Sarah had gotten for her would get
that kind of attention or to be embarrassed that the outfit that Sarah
had gotten for her would get that kind of attention. She got off on the
fifteenth floor and went to Seth's room. When Seth answered her knock,
she asked, "Can I come in?" in a tiny voice.

"Sure," Seth choked, looking her up and down. "Nice outfit."

"Thank you," she said meekly. "Sarah asked me to bring this to you."

Seth opened the proffered envelope and removed the letter. After
reading it, Seth looked up with a smile. "Do you know what this says?"
he asked.

Betty shook her head. "She just said to give it to you and to do what
you tell me to."

"Sarah says that you have a new outfit you'll be wearing in your room,
and I should examine it closely. Will you show it to me?"

Betty's face colored, but she wasn't about to disobey Sarah. She pulled
the tee shirt over her head and folded it neatly, placing it next to the
door. Slowly, she worked up the courage to look at Seth.

He was standing, jaws agape, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"This is how I dress when I'm in my room," Betty told him timidly.

"Are you wearing anything underneath that skirt?" Seth gulped.

Betty shook her head. Her small breasts were so firm that they didn't
even jiggle when she did that.

"Can I see that tag?" Seth requested, noticing it for the first time.

"Of course," Betty said, taking a step closer.

Seth reluctantly tore his eyes away from Betty's breasts and read the
tag. 'Wow, they're really into this!' Seth thought.

Seth peered at the note again. He was tempted to ask Betty to show him
what was under the skirt, but he was too shy. He grabbed another piece
of paper and jotted down a quick note of his own, which he stuffed back
into the envelope.

"Take this back to Sarah," Seth instructed.

"Thank you, Seth," Betty responded. "I will." She walked to the door,
slipped her shirt back on, and made her way back to her room.

When she got there, Sarah insisted on hearing every single detail. Seth
had written that Betty had done what he had asked her to do, but Sarah
was disappointed about how little they had done.

"How did you feel about him seeing you like that?" Sarah asked.

"Embarrassed. Excited. Horny!" Betty answered.

"Well, you said the first day that you wanted to do him, didn't you,
you slut?" Sarah asked.

"Yes," Betty replied with downcast eyes.

"Well, you and I are going to give a shared gift to Seth," Sarah
declared. "Get in your pajamas and kneel on the bed."

Betty complied with Sarah's euphemism about nudity, and she was soon
kneeling on the bed. "Close your eyes," Sarah ordered.

Betty complied, and kept them closed when Sarah put something around
her head. "Tomorrow afternoon, Seth is going to come into this room to
get his present. I'm going to tell him that it is on my bed, and if you
open your eyes, you'll see what he's going to see when he walks in."

Betty opened her eyes, and looked into the mirror that Sarah was
holding up. She saw herself kneeling on the bed, nude, a red bow in her
hair, its ribbon encircling her head. She looked down and she noticed
another bow in front of her on a tube of KY jelly.

"Tomorrow is my brother's eighteenth birthday. On that day, he is going
to learn what it feels like to cum in a woman's mouth, to cum in a
woman's pussy and to cum in a woman's ass. Do you know who that woman
will be?"

"Me?" Betty whispered.

"That's right," Sarah confirmed. "And if he doesn't tell me that he had
the best fucking time in his life, you are going to be punished. Do you
know how, little slut?"

"No," Betty breathed.

"I'm going to separate these beds, and you are going to have to sleep
in your own bed instead of at the foot of mine, for a month."

"No!" Betty moaned in distress.

"So, do you think that Seth will be pleased tomorrow?" Sarah queried.

"Yes!" Betty exclaimed.

"Excellent," Sarah said.

"Now get back into your room clothes, and let's do our homework," Sarah
told her.

As they were getting ready for bed, Betty took off her skirt, folded it
neatly and placed it on top of her room shirt. Then she pushed the
beanbag into shape and curled up upon it. Sarah flipped over so that
her head was hanging off the bed near Betty.

"Comfortable?" she asked.

"Very, Sarah" Betty replied.

"Are you sure you don't want your bed back?" Sarah asked.

"Positive," Betty replied.

Sarah leaned forward and said, "Give me a kiss good-night."

Betty leaned in and they shared a short, sweet, closed-mouthed kiss.

"Stay up for a half hour before you go to sleep," Sarah instructed.

"Why?" Betty asked.

"Because I told you to," Sarah replied.

"OK," Betty said.

Sarah nodded off quickly and just as quickly found herself visiting
Betty. She roamed around Betty's memories of the day, and everywhere
she looked, even when Betty was being embarrassed, there was an
undertone of happiness. Betty hadn't been lying when she told Sarah she
was happy with what was going on.

Sarah thought to reward Betty by calling up some of her more arousing
thoughts; this did turn Betty on intensely. But she could feel Betty's
resolve not to masturbate without permission. She'd have to talk to
Betty about that tomorrow.

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The next day, Betty was waiting at the foot of the bed for Sarah to
wake up. "Happy Birthday, Sarah," Betty exclaimed happily as soon as
Sarah opened her eyes.

"Thanks!" Sarah grunted sleepily. "I don't feel older."

"Can I take you out for a birthday breakfast?" Betty asked.

"OK," Sarah agreed. "Just you and me."

They went out and had a lovely time. They shared information about
their childhoods and experiences growing up, all the while learning
more about each other.

Before they finished breakfast, Sarah asked, "Did you masturbate last
night?"

Betty blushed, looking around quickly, and shook her head.

"Don't you normally?" Sarah persisted.

Betty nodded.

"Then why not last night?" Sarah asked.

"I didn't want to cum without your permission," Betty whispered.

"Well, let me tell you something," Sarah confided soberly. "I always
want you to feel as much pleasure as you possibly can, unless I am
punishing you for something. If I tell you not to jill off, then don't.
But if I don't give you specific orders, then do whatever you can to
give yourself as much pleasure as possible. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sarah," Betty answered with a shy little smile.

"If you're worried about displeasing me, just describe everything you
did afterwards, and I'll let you know what I think for future
reference," Sarah continued with a little smirk. Betty just looked at
the table and blushed.

All too soon it was time to go to classes, and the girls separated.
That afternoon, Sarah rushed back to her room. She had finished classes
one session before Betty, so she spent that time straightening up the
room. She took out some candles and spread them around the room. By the
time Betty got back, she was mostly ready.

She turned around just after Betty had slipped into the room. Betty was
already half naked, and moments later she was wearing only her skirt and
collar. "Take the collar off and go take a shower," Sarah instructed.
"Wash yourself very well everywhere, and make sure you're well shaven.
Hurry up, you only have an hour!"

Betty rushed out and did as she was told. When she returned, she
slipped off her tee shirt and waited for the next order. Sarah got a
small wrapped box out of her drawer, then fussed with Betty. She made
sure that her hair was just right and that she was wearing the right
amount of makeup. She dusted glitter blush all over Betty's body, then
had her kneel on the bed. She took the tube of KY and put it in a
prominent position on the desk near the bed.

"Are you ready for this?" Sarah asked.

Betty nodded.

"Last chance to back out," Sarah said. She showed Betty the wrapped
present and said, "If not, I have this. He's not going to be expecting
any more."

"I want to do this, Sarah. For you and for me."

"Don't forget Seth," Sarah cautioned with a wicked smile.

"I expect that in just a little while, I won't be able to," Betty
replied, grinning back.

Sarah leaned forward and thrust her tongue into Betty's mouth abruptly.
"You are so going to be rewarded for this," she said. She tweaked
Betty's nipples to get them standing up even further, then said, "Wait
here," and she walked out the door.



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Chapter 11


Sarah knocked on Seth's door and he answered with a smile. They hugged
each other and gave birthday wishes. Then it was time to exchange
presents. Sarah gave Seth an MP3 player. Seth gave Sarah a necklace
with a jeweled heart, which made Sarah cry, and a gift certificate for
Victoria's Secret.

"Are you expecting me to model what I buy?" Sarah asked coyly.

"Well, I certainly wouldn't object, but we're in college, and I suspect
soon some strapping lad is going to catch your fancy. On that glorious
day I want you to be happy with the packaging when he unwraps you,"
Seth told her.

"Sweet talker," Sarah said with a laugh. "I have one more present for
you, too."

"What is it?" Seth asked.

"It's a surprise, but I want to be in your head when you get it. Will
you do that for me?" Sarah asked.

"Sure," Seth answered, quite curious.

Sarah told him that the present was on her bed and she gave him the key
to her room, then she lay down and a short while later she was asleep.
Even though it was still the middle of the day, there were a lot of
people around, and she had to reject quite a few visited spots before
she landed in her brother's head.

"Here now?" he asked, recognizing the feeling of Sarah in his head.

'I'm here!' Sarah said.

Seth leaned over and kissed Sarah on the forehead, then covered her
with a blanket and left, locking the door behind him.

'You've got me a little mystified, ' Seth thought.

'Goody, goody, ' Sarah thought back.

'Well, I like surprises, but with you in my head, I'm not going to be
able to fake it if I'm disappointed, so I guess it guarantees
truthfulness, but I hope I don't hurt your feelings.'

'Fat chance!' Sarah thought as she wished she could convey the smugness
that she felt.

Soon Seth was at her door, and he inserted the key. He opened the door
and his eyes immediately went to the bed, then they popped out.

'You redecorated, ' Seth thought, completely off point.

'Duh!' Sarah replied.

Despite observing the redecoration, he most keenly noticed the present
on the bed. His eyes raked down her sleek body, from the red bow tied
through her blonde hair, to the eager face, to the collar and tag
around her neck, to the firm pointy breasts he had admired yesterday,
on down to the slightly spread, quite moist, bare pussy that he hadn't
had the nerve to look at previously.

"What's going on?" he asked aloud.

'Surprise!' Sarah thought.

"I'm your birthday present," Betty replied, unaware of the other person
in the conversation.

"What do you mean, my birthday present?" Seth queried.

"I am a present from Sarah and me. Sarah was very clear in her
instructions," Betty told the stunned boy. "You are not to leave here
other than completely satisfied and having cum in all places possible
in me."

Seth's eyes cut to the tube of KY on the desk.

"Seriously?" he asked.

'Absolutely, ' Sarah replied.

"Seriously," Betty answered.

'This three way conversation with one person not aware of the other is
a tad weird, ' Seth thought at Sarah. 'You want to ride along with me
as I lose my virginity?'

'Yes, ' thought Sarah. 'Should I leave?' she thought. She cursed the
limited vocabulary that she had to work with.

Seth pondered both the question and the girl in front of him.

'No, ' he finally thought. Then he continued to Betty, "What do we do
now?"

"Anything you want," Betty said excitedly, "but maybe we can start with
some kissing?"

"OK," Seth replied.

As he drew nearer, Betty got up from the bed and immediately threw
herself into Seth's arms. She kissed him as passionately as she could,
and a few minutes later she had him stripped to his underpants, lying
on the bed. She looked into his eyes as she reached her hand into his
underwear and slowly brought out his cock.

"Sarah's told me I'm quite the slut, and she's right," Betty admitted.
"I've seen quite a few cocks, but I think this is my very favorite
one!" Almost reverently, she kissed the circumcised tip, slowly licking
down its hard length. She could see the veins pulsing, almost feel his
heartbeat under her tongue. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around
his throbbing cock, slowly skinning it up and down. Her fingers barely
closed, and while she'd had bigger before, even a monster that was too
big, this felt exactly the right size. She knew that the mushroom
shaped head,, which she could not stretch her fingers around, would
definitely stretch her as it pushed its way into her pussy; she
shuddered to think about how it would feel thrusting through her tight
anus. The rest of the rod was smooth and tasted delicious. Betty was
very looking forward to the next few hours.

"Blow job first," Betty prescribed as she regretfully removed his cock
from her mouth to pull down his underwear. "Fuck my face as hard as you
like, and don't bother warning me. Just cum when you want, and I'll
swallow it all." Then she slowly corkscrewed her head down the length
of Seth's cock. After a few strokes, Seth took her at her word and
started thrusting into her mouth. Unsurprisingly, he was cumming quite
quickly, and Betty, true to her promise, guzzled it all down.

It was Seth's first real blowjob, and Sarah's first virtual one, at
least on the receiving end. For Seth, it simply blew his mind, as well
as his cock. It felt way better than any masturbation session he'd ever
had. He'd experienced the feelings from his father's perspective, but it
was so much more real, so much more vibrant on his own cock. There were
definite differences in the feelings involved. Unbeknownst to Seth, the
feelings he'd experienced through his father were colored by the fact
that his father had years of experience getting blowjobs, so his
emotions were not as fresh, new, exciting. Seth thought that he'd been
prepared for the sensations from a blowjob of his own, but he was
wrong.

For Sarah, it was her first anything. Feeling Seth's cock inflate when
he saw Betty had been interesting and exciting. She had noted his
increased heart rate and respiration. The feel of Betty's lips on
'their' cock was amazing. It was no wonder that boys went completely
ga-ga over blowjobs. She became determined to pay attention to what
Betty was doing, because when she had a boyfriend, she was definitely
going to do this for him; denying him this pleasure would just be
cruel.

The lethargic feeling that went through them after the orgasm almost
caused Sarah to lose the connection, but she managed to stay put. She
reviewed the memories, examining them from every angle, and Seth had to
say, 'Hey, you're going to get me horny again!'

'So?' Sarah thought. Then she immediately brought up the thought about
the naked girl that was moving up to lie next to him.

'Good point, ' Seth thought back to her.

"Thank you," Betty said lustily, moving up to lie next to Seth. "It's
been a while since I've had a mouthful of cum, and I've missed it."

"Thank you?" Seth said incredulously. "That was quite... lovely!"

"Anytime you want more and your sister allows me, I'd be happy to
repeat it," Betty grinned enticingly.

"Only if my sister allows?" Seth asked.

"I know that you and your sister are very, very close. I can tell. So
I'm sure she told you that I became her slave. If she says I can't do
this again, then I will, regretfully, have to obey. But I hope she
doesn't, because I'd love to blow you over and over!"

Sarah placed a thought in Seth's head and he asked, "Do you want me to
be your boyfriend?"

Betty snorted.

"I'm sorry, that wasn't a very nice response," she apologized. "It's
not about you. It's the thought of my having a boyfriend. You see, I'm
here for your sister to use. If I get a boyfriend, it's because Sarah
told me to, and I'd drop him when Sarah told me to, as well. I wouldn't
make a good girlfriend for you, though with Sarah's permission, you're
free to use me in any way that you would a girlfriend."

"What do you mean?" Seth asked.

"Sexually, socially, emotionally," Betty replied.

"Mmmmm," was Seth's only reply.

Betty lay on his chest for a while, gently running her fingers through
his pubic hair, before she asked, "Are you ready to start round two?"

"What's round two?" Seth asked.

"Round two is where I let you do whatever you want to my pussy," she
said.

"That's a very good idea," he replied.

He rolled her over and kissed her again. Then he moved his mouth down
to her breasts. They were about a mouthful for him, and the nipples
were perfect for chewing on. Betty enjoyed this too. Soon he had worked
his way down between her legs, and he got to see a pussy close up for
the first time.

"Smooth," he remarked, rubbing her mound.

"I like the feel of it naked," Betty cooed.

"Me too," Seth agreed.

Sarah quickly riffed through Seth's memories and found what she was
looking for: a remembrance of a video when the guy went down on the
girl. 'Don't get your panties in a bunch, ' Seth thought. 'I was about
to get there. As good as she smells and looks, you know I'd have to
taste!'

'Good!' Sarah thought.

Seth leaned forward and got his first taste of pussy. Then his second.
Then third, fourth and fifth. And he didn't stop there. He found that
he quite enjoyed it. Sarah, on the other hand, was torn. She was
feeling Seth's excitement and pleasure at what he was doing. She didn't
mind the taste, and she wasn't sure if she didn't mind it because he
didn't or because she naturally liked the taste of pussy. Nevertheless,
she was feeling more and more like she was bisexual, because she could
easily see herself doing this. More than that, she couldn't wait to
have it done to her!

Seth slipped a finger in her pussy, and Betty's excitement ratcheted up
a notch. He started thrusting his finger in and out. Sarah quickly
spelled "C-L-I-T."

'No back seat diving!' Seth thought with a giggle. 'It's not like you
have so much more experience than I do!'

'Not yet, ' Sarah thought.

Seth laughed in his mind, and in the process accidentally snorted into
Betty's pussy. She didn't seem to mind. Then he leaned over and started
licking at Betty's clit, and she went absolutely bonkers. She shrieked
and came, and then when he didn't leave her alone, she came again.

"Fuck me, please fuck me now"!" she begged.

Sarah noticed that Seth was quite ready for that, and he demonstrated
the fact by moving to kneel between Betty's legs. Betty reached for his
cock and pulled it to her slit. "Push!" she hissed. 'Hard, ' Sarah
added.

Seth listened to both of them and slammed forward. "Yes!" shrieked
Betty. Sarah echoed the shriek in her own mind, while Seth grunted
mindlessly. This was even better than the blowjob! Seth pulled out
slowly, then pushed in again, over and over. At one point he pulled all
the way out and both Betty and Sarah voiced their complaints, but Seth
wanted to see his dick go all the way into Betty again. He looked down
as he slowly pushed it in, and he couldn't believe he was fucking.

He started moving again, slowly, working his way up to the point that
he was slamming in and out of Betty. Betty was happily taking it, and
he quickly brought her to another quivering orgasm. Sarah was going
quietly crazy several floors away, experiencing feelings that she had
never had before. Boys get hard and jerk off well before their first
sex act, so by the time that they have sex for the first time, they
know what cumming feels like. For Sarah, the feelings of a guy cumming
were all new, and it was all happening at once; she was going into
sensory overload.

Sarah started experiencing a kind of double vision, where she felt
Seth's cock pounding into her little slave girl, while at the same time
she could feel her pussy contracting in orgasm. When Sarah had cum with
her mother, the feelings were very similar, so she could never really
pick out which feelings were hers and which were her mother's. This
time, the feelings were distinct, and she could easily tell which were
Seth's and which were her own. However the combination of the two was
more than twice as powerful than either on its own.

Even though he had recently cum, Seth was getting close very fast, and
knowing that he had already gotten Betty off a couple of times meant
that he wasn't going to leave her high and dry. He pushed deeply a few
more times, then unloaded deep into Betty's pussy. The feel of his
pulsing sperm sent both Betty and Sarah over the edge. As Sarah came,
her connection to her brother was severed and she bolted upright on his
bed.

Sarah gazed down and saw that her shorts were soaked. She quickly
pulled off all her clothes and tried desperately to get back to sleep,
though as excited as she was, she had to do some meditation exercises
to calm herself enough to fall asleep once again.

While Sarah was calming down, Betty was licking their combined juices
off of Seth's sensitive cock. It took Seth a moment to realize that
Sarah was no longer there, but having just undergone the onslaught of
feelings that he had just experienced, he wouldn't have been surprised
if his sister had passed out in her sleep.

"Did you enjoy that?" asked a very satisfied Betty.

"Very, very much," Seth uttered while catching his breath.

"For a virgin, you sure have your moves down!" Betty complimented. She
couldn't know about the knowledge that he had previously gotten from a
much more experienced man.

They rested for a few minutes, before Betty said, "You know that
there's more, right?"

"Yes, but give me a minute, woman! Are you trying to kill me?"

"Hah!" Betty riposted. "I'm not the one who pounded the other
relentlessly!"

"Did I hurt you?" Seth quickly responded with concern.

"A little, but it was just the amount that I enjoy!" Betty reassured
him.

Back in Seth's room, as soon as Sarah was asleep, she reached out
towards Seth. She had never done this before, but she was desperate to
be connected back in. She felt herself brush through some other heads,
but she ignored them. Her mind quested in what she felt was 'up'.

She ended up in Betty's mind, but knowing what was next, she decided
she wanted to be in Seth's. So, she rejected that and quickly found
herself back in Seth's mind. Seth felt her enter and asked, 'Is that
you?'

'Yes, ' Sarah thought.

'What happened?' Seth asked.

Sarah pulled out a phrase that they knew they'd have to use. 'Too
complicated. I'll explain late.'

"OK," voiced Seth without thinking.

"OK, what?" Betty asked.

Seth suddenly realized he had spoken out loud. "OK, let's get back to
making out," Seth covered.

'Nice, ' Sarah thought.

Seth ignored her and started kissing Betty as he cupped her breast. She
gasped when he tickled her nipple. "Are they very sensitive?" he
inquired.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Betty replied. "God didn't give me much in
the way of tits, but he seems to have made up for it in nipple. They get
really long, and really sensitive."

"Well, your smaller breasts mean you don't have to always wear a bra,
and you still won't sag," Seth observed.

"Good thing, because your twin seems fine with my never wearing them,"
Betty laughed.

"I've always said she was a smart girl," Seth said with a smile.
"Anyway, I like how sensitive those sweet nipples of yours are."
Immediately, he put word into action and started concentrating on
rubbing and squeezing her breasts.

Betty started moaning and breathing more heavily. "Can you cum this
way?" Seth asked.

"I have before," Betty groaned. That spurred Seth on, and in a few
minutes he proved that he had the touch as well.

Betty felt Seth's cock poking her leg. "God, you're ready to go again?"
she asked.

"Well, I just witnessed a very sexy sight!" Seth replied.

"Ooooh, flattery will get you everywhere," Betty said. "Though you can
have me everywhere anyway!"

"Anywhere?" Seth asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Yes, and let's prove it!" Betty said. She reached over and took the
cap off the KY. She reached down and slathered quite a bit all over
Seth's cock, then got on her hands and knees and stuck her ass way in
the air. She started rubbing jelly into her hole when Seth stopped her.

"Let me do that," he said. He lubricated his finger and gently pushed
it against her asshole. She grunted slightly as it went in, then
sighed.

"More lube," she urged.

Seth put three more finger fulls of lube into Betty. He knelt behind
her and Betty looked over her shoulder at him. "Do it!" she said. "Do
my ass!"

'Slow, ' Sarah thought.

'I know, ' Seth replied. He pressed his slippery dick against her hole
and pushed slowly.

At first, nothing happened except a large indentation as Betty's
sphincter held tight. Suddenly, that changed as the experienced Betty
relaxed. Seth felt as if a large rubber band had just been slipped over
his glans.

Meanwhile, beneath him, Betty grunted as the head pressed beyond her
sphincter and deeper into her. "Oh god!" she moaned.

"Too much?" Seth asked between clenched teeth.

"No, just right," Betty whispered. "Slowly, give me everything you've
got."

"Alright, here goes." Seth gently bottomed out and stopped, savoring
the exquisite tightness.

Seth started slowly moving in and out. The feeling was quite different
from Betty's pussy. Her pussy was wet and warm and extremely slippery.
Her ass was tight, as tight as could be, and the lube made it oily. But
the pressure was amazing. Seth felt Betty start playing with her pussy
as he slowly fucked her ass.

"You can go faster now," Betty encouraged him as she started to get
into it.

Seth picked up the pace, and again, despite it being his third time, he
was getting ready to pop. He leaned over and reached under Betty,
squeezing her nipples between his fingers. That was all she needed for
yet another huge orgasm. "Yes!" she screamed as she suddenly came. If
Betty wasn't expecting it, Seth certainly wasn't either. The suddenly
increased pressure both forced him to slow his strokes and pulled the
cum out of him. He ended up fully buried, pulsing at half beat to her
spasming waves of orgasmic squeezes.

Betty abruptly collapsed on the bed, nearly pulling herself off of
Seth. Instinctively, he followed, turning her to her side, so that he
was spooned into her, his cock still stuck in the vice of her
sphincter.

"Wow," Seth whispered as soon as he had some breath.

"Did I do good?" Betty asked, panting.

"Ha!" Seth exclaimed. "Good doesn't begin to cover it! I think Sarah
will be quite pleased with the job that you did!"

"Seriously?" Betty asked eagerly.

'Oh yeah, ' Sarah thought.

"I guarantee it!" Seth told his sister's roommate.

'Stay, ' Sarah thought. 'I'm staying here.' Knowing what she would
want, Sarah pulled up one of Seth's memories of cuddling her.

"Sarah's going to be staying in my room tonight and you're going to
share this bed with me," Seth informed Betty.

"OK," Betty replied contentedly.

Sarah broke the connection and slipped deeper into her slumber.

Seth slipped out of Betty's ass and Betty got up to clean them off.
Then she grabbed some food from the mini-fridge and warmed it up in the
microwave. After dinner, they cuddled more, and Betty managed to get
Seth up one more time, and they made love slowly.



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Chapter 12


Early the next morning, Sarah walked into her room. She saw Betty
sleeping in Seth's embrace, with her head on his chest and her hand
clasped around his cock, which was standing proudly. Sarah wished she
had a camera handy. Too bad, she thought, taking a close look at her
naked brother before she climbed onto the bed next to him. "Time to get
up, Seth," she whispered.

"OK, Sar," he mumbled.

He started to move when he realized that his sister's voice did not
come from the head on his chest. His eyes popped open and he looked up
to see his sister smiling down at him, then he looked down and saw
Betty's head on his chest and her hand around his cock.

"Hey!" he yelped, sitting up and knocking Betty off of him. He grabbed
the blanket and covered his crotch.

"Really?" Sarah asked. "After last night?"

"Really!" Seth roared.

"OK, I'll turn around while you get dressed. You have to go to class
soon." Sarah turned quickly and asked, "Are you sure you don't want
Betty to take care of that woody before you go?"

"I'll do it!" Betty assured eagerly. She had moved to sit against the
wall.

Seth struggled into his pants and took a breath. "Sarah, sorry. You
startled me. Thanks for the birthday present. It was great." He leaned
over the bed and kissed Betty. "Thank you, too."

"My pleasure, for sure!" Betty grinned broadly.

Seth kissed Sarah on the cheek before he left. "Mmmm, Eau d' Betty's
Pussy," Sarah commented.

"You should try it some time," Seth said with a smug look, then he was
gone.

Sarah turned and stalked towards Betty, crawling until she knelt
between her knees. "Did you do well?" she questioned the satiated girl.

"I think so, Sarah. I think that your brother was quite satisfied."

"And you?" Sarah inquired.

"For his first time, he was amazing," Betty gushed. "The best solo
straight sex I've ever had."

"That was a lot of qualifications," Sarah observed.

"What can I say? I'm a slut," Betty chuckled.

"Yes, but now you're my slut," Sarah said, caressing Betty's cheek.
Betty purred.

"You do know that I share everything with my brother, right?" Sarah
asked Betty.

Betty nodded.

"That means there are no secrets between us. I'm going to find out
exactly what happened last night in exquisite detail, and he knows
everything that I've done to you," Sarah explained.

Betty blushed, but just nodded. "I sort of figured that would be the
case. You are closer than any brother and sister that I know."

"But it also means something else," Sarah continued. "I said we share
everything, and that includes you as well. If Seth tells you to do
something, it's as if I were saying it. If he wants you to suck off his
friends, you'll do it, right?"

"Happily," Betty said. She really did have a good time last night.

"OK, get dressed; you have class," Sarah instructed.

"I just need to shower," Betty replied.

"No you don't," Sarah disagreed.

"But I smell like sex!" Betty blurted. And she did. She reeked of it.
Sarah could even see sperm leaking from her pussy.

"I know, and just imagine how good that will make the people sitting
next to you feel," Sarah countered.

Betty looked like she was going to argue the point, but then she just
said, "OK, Sarah."

They got dressed and went to their classes. That night, Sarah visited
with Betty to find out how she felt about the previous night's
activities. She discovered that Betty would be quite happy to do it
again any night, over and over, though she'd prefer that Sarah were
there, too.

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After the events of the birthday, Sarah's questions of bisexuality
pretty much disappeared. Only a few days later, during another massage,
Sarah didn't object when Betty's fingers slipped over her ass and over
her pussy lips, and then, when Betty heard no complaining, into her
pussy. When Betty asked her to turn over, Sarah just acquiesced, and
Betty worked her way up from Sarah's feet until her face was firmly
planted in Sarah's crotch. Betty brought Sarah to two orgasms that
night, and two the next. Sarah reciprocated the following evening, and
from there on out, she made use of Betty as often as she felt like it.
Interestingly enough, no matter how long Betty spent in bed with Sarah,
when Sarah awoke in the morning Betty was in her little nest at the foot
of Sarah's bed.

Sarah's sexual escapades served to loosen her up for the aloofness that
she exhibited in high school. Sarah was still a virgin  -" well, to men
anyway  -" because she never found someone that she thought would be
permanent enough to give her virginity to. During her first months at
school, however, after being exposed to sexual activities both with
Betty as well in the visits that she had with numerous students getting
it on, Betty realized that she was missing out on quite a bit of fun,
and that she just had to like the person, not love them.

The person that Sarah chose to lose her virginity to was John. There
were a number of criteria that she used to pick him. First, she had to
like him. She met John in her Intro to Psychology class and they hit it
off. John seemed quite nice, and they flirted regularly. Second, he had
to be cute, and at 6' 1", brown hair, hazel eyes and a body that spent
at least three days a week in the gym, John was eminently qualified.
Third and fourth, he had to be basically an upstanding person, not a
sleazebag, and he had to be a good lay. Sarah was able to confirm these
requirements by manipulating him into a position where she could visit
in his mind. She realized that it was not the most ethical of actions,
but she wanted to make sure that her first time was good, and she
didn't expect John to be a long term relationship.

John asked her out after a Thursday class, and Sarah accepted. The
agreed to go out to a bar the next night and do a little dancing. As
Sarah had hoped, she had quite a nice time with John, both of them
getting a little tipsy, though neither of them got completely sloshed.
Sarah enjoyed dancing with John, and she particularly liked the way
that he held her tight, smushing her breasts into his chest while his
arms were wrapped around her.

When they were finished with bar, John asked, "What now?"

"Let's go back to my room," Sarah replied.

"Are you sure?" John asked with a grin, though he certainly knew what
he wanted the answer to be.

Sarah nodded.

"What about your roommate?" he asked.

"She's out for the evening," Sarah informed him. That was actually a
little bit of a lie. True, Betty would not be in the room. When Sarah
left the bar, she texted Betty, 'Now'; when Betty got the text, she
went into the closet and started wrapping a rope around her ankles, her
calves and her chest. She wanted to wrap her wrists as well, but Sarah
would not let her do that until she had arrived in the room. Sarah had
explained that if she were delayed in any way, and anything untoward
happened in the dorm  -" fire, flood or the like  -" she wanted to make
sure that Betty could escape. However when Betty heard Sarah enter the
room, she took the rope that she had pre-tied, slipped it over her
wrists, tightened it with her teeth, then slipped the loop over a hook
that they had placed in the ceiling. Betty could now hear what was
going on in the room, but she could not move, and she dared not make a
sound for fear of discovery. She shuddered to think about what Sarah
would do to her if she messed up her night by freaking out John.

Sarah was a kind Mistress, but a firm one. While Betty was quite
compliant and subservient, she did occasionally slip up and disobey or
forget Sarah's commands, and Sarah had proven herself quite inventive
at punishing her little slave girl. When Betty had hesitated at obeying
one of Sarah's commands for fear of embarrassing herself in front of
some other girls on the floor, Sarah made her masturbate in the shower,
cumming over and over again, loudly, as various girls from the floor
popped in and out of the bathroom.

Another time, Sarah had unbuttoned Betty's shirt just before class, so
that if she leaned over in the slightest her breast would be visible.
Even worse, Sarah had instructed Betty that if some kind soul informed
her that she had misbuttoned her shirt, she was to say, "Thank you, but
I know. It's just that it makes my pussy gush every time I realize that
someone has seen my tit."

Those humiliations, along with other punishments, made Betty desperate
not to do anything that would really piss off her Mistress, and messing
up her deflowering would definitely fall into that category.

When Sarah and John stumbled into the room, and Sarah pushed him down
onto her bed, straddling his hips. She kissed him deeply, enjoying the
interplay with his tongue and the feel of his hands running up and down
her back. Then she abruptly broke the kiss and sat up. In seconds she
had pulled her shirt and bra off, leaving her magnificent tits exposed
to John. She let him admire them briefly before she fell back onto him,
thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth again.

John grabbed her and rolled her over, grinding his erect cock into her
jean covered pussy. He slid down her body a little and took a nipple
into his mouth. Sarah gasped. She loved it when Betty played with her
tits, but she thought she loved it more when John's rough mouth did it,
his cock grinding into her thigh. He slowly started moving down to her
pants, when Sarah panted, "Wait."

John looked up at her expectantly.

"I have to tell you something," she said.

"Don't tell me you're really a guy!" John exclaimed.

"Do these look like they belong on a guy?" she asked, hefting her tits.
"Do you think that these pants could hide a pack of gum, much less a
dick?"

"Then what?" he asked.

"I want you to fuck me very much, and I just know I'm going to love it,
but you need to know that this is my first time."

"You're kidding!" John exclaimed, thinking that her being a guy was a
more likely possibility.

"Nope. I'm a virgin," she confirmed.

John was put off a little, but Sarah's clear eagerness, in addition to
her smoking body and his insane horniness, made his actions a foregone
conclusion. He continued moving down Sarah's body, unsnapping her jeans
and pulling - or rather peeling - them off her legs. Sarah was left in
just a tiny pair of panties, which John nosed out of the way so he
could dip his tongue into her. Her excitement was once again evident,
and she didn't allow him much time with his face between her legs
before she demanded that he fuck her.

"Now!" she insisted. "I don't want any more pussy licking! I want a
cock! I want your cock! And I want it now!"

John stood up and quickly shed his pants, shirt and everything else. He
practically jumped between Sarah's legs, leaning over her and giving her
a rough, deep kiss. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"You're quite the gentleman, but yes, dammit! Fuck me!"

John put his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed in. It was tight,
but wet enough that he slipped in easily. He slooowwwwly pushed in,
meeting no resistance, until he was completely seated in her.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

Sarah grimaced a little, the stretching causing a little pain, but she
knew intense pleasure was just around the corner, so she said, "Oh
yeah! Now move your ass!" She slapped his ass to punctuate her point,
and John smiled and started moving.

He began with easy strokes, but he increased the pace as he felt her
thrusting her hips up toward him. He got really worked up as he watched
Sarah building to her climax. Her face reddened, her breathing became
ragged and her eyes started to glaze over. John was watching her face,
so he saw exactly when Sarah felt her first cock-induced orgasm.
Sarah's eyes opened wide, she stretched her neck and arched her back
and shrieked in pleasure. John pushed his mouth over hers to quite her
screams; they were, after all, in a dorm. He didn't realize that her
neighbors were well acquainted with her screams of delight.

He rode her through her cum, and then she got a fierce look in her eyes
as she grabbed his ass and started chanting, "Cum! Cum! Cum!" while
thrusting her hips at him and squeezing her pussy around his cock. That
kind of encouragement was too hard to take and as he tensed to cum, she
gasped, "Yes! Shoot your cum right into me!"

John considered that request and he felt that it was a reasonable one,
so he did as she asked. As if he could have done anything different! He
tensed and locked up, his cum streaming out of his cock and deep into
her pussy. They both groaned in relief.

John collapsed on top of Sarah, both of them panting heavily. They
kissed lazily and generally enjoyed the afterglow, until John's cock
softened enough to pop out.

"Ooooh!" Sarah groaned at the loss.

John laughed, his ego swelling at the satisfaction that Sarah had
clearly received. They kissed a bit more and then John said he needed
to go to the bathroom to clean up.

"OK, I'll just clean up here. Just knock on the door before you come
back in."

John kissed her before he left, and Sarah quickly got up and locked the
door behind him. Then she threw the closet door open, slipped the rope
off the hook and pulled Betty to the floor, positioning her between her
legs. Betty didn't hesitate, sticking her tongue in deeply, trying to
pull out all the delicious cum.

"Mmmm, like that you little cum-lapper?" Sarah asked rhetorically.
Betty had no chance to answer as Sarah pulled her face deeper into her
crotch. "You don't have much time, so hurry up! He'll be back soon!"

Sarah gave Betty another minute of fun before pulling away and yanking
her standing, slipping the rope back over the hook. She looked at the
naked, bound girl in front of her, her face glistening in cum, and she
smiled. Then she closed the door and unlocked the door to the room.

Betty had finished just in time, because just as Sarah hit the bed, she
heard a light knock on the door. "Come in," she called, with a sexy burr
in her voice.

The door opened and John stood there, looking her over, enjoying how
her naked body glistened with sweat. "You didn't even ask who it was,"
John noted.

"Well, I'm still pretty horny, so I figured that the first person
through that door would get to fuck me. Interested?"

John smiled, kicking the door closed behind him and losing his clothes
on the way to the bed, but he stopped half way there. While Sarah
watched him curiously, he walked around the foot of the bed and reached
behind Betty's beanbag. He picked up two items: a hank of rope and a
pair of nipple clips.

"Interesting," John said blandly.

Sarah blushed.

"And this from a virgin?" John asked.

"They're Betty's," Sarah prevaricated.

"Mmmm, do you think she'd mind if we borrowed them?" he asked, starting
to uncoil the rope.

"What are you going to do with me?" Sarah asked, half playfully, half
fearfully.

"I'm going to tie you up, my dear," he replied in a horrendous accent.
"Then, when I have you helpless, I will have my way with you! Bwuuuu
hahahahahah!"

"Oh no!" Sarah shrieked phonily.

John jumped up and the bed, and with Sarah's help, he soon had her
hands tied together and stretched over her head, bound to the
headboard. Sarah reflected on the fact that just a few days ago she'd
had Betty trussed up the same way as she fucked her with a dildo. There
was no dildo, but after he clipped on the nipple clamps, something Sarah
did not mind at all, John started fucking her with something infinitely
better than a dildo. Sarah realized that a dildo was just no match for
a warm, hard, throbbing cock.

John managed to bring Sarah to three orgasms before he came again. It
must have been the ropes and clamps, Sarah decided, because she was way
turned on. But John collapsing on her chest made the clamps more painful
than fun, so she had to ask him to remove them. He complied, but left
her hands tied up while he gently played with her breasts.

"Mmmm, maybe I should leave you here for your roommate to find?" John
pondered.

"That wouldn't be too good of an idea," Sarah said. "What if she
doesn't come back for hours?"

"Too true," he said sadly. He reached up and untied her wrists. He
glanced at the clock and said, "It's getting late."

"OK," Sarah said, not offended. She wanted him out, too. He kissed her,
got his clothes on, then kissed her goodnight, stopping one last time at
the door to take in her naked body sprawled on the bed. He blew her a
kiss, then left.

Betty waited about five minutes to be sure that he was gone, her
fingers gently playing with the cum oozing out of her pussy. Then she
called, "Get out here, you lazy wench!"

Sarah waited as she heard Betty thumping around the closet, then the
door pushed open and Betty sprawled out, still tied up.

"You left the rope out," Sarah said, fingering it.

"I'm sorry," Betty said as she crawled towards the bed, writhing on the
floor like a snake.

"That's alright," Sarah said. "It all worked out in the end. Now come
get your treat."

Betty moved forward and dragged herself up onto the bed, wiggling up
until she had her head firmly between Sarah's thighs, and Sarah did not
release her until she had two more orgasms. She was definitely going to
use the Betty Pussy Cleaning service after every time she fucked in the
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Chapter 13


After their birthday, the twins' visits became more interesting. Both
were now able to direct, to some degree, with whom they visited; they
could decide, directionally, where to search for likely people and
their range was becoming quite a bit longer. Sarah was sticking mostly
with Betty, though she still went searching occasionally. Her brother,
however, was going a bit wild.

Seth visited a half dozen people each night. He particularly liked
visiting guys when they were having sex, which, given that they were at
college, was not that hard to find. He followed Sarah's example and
spent some time in a girl's body as she had sex. It was a strange
experience, being penetrated like that. All in all, he concluded that
he was glad that he was a guy.

One of the other benefits that Seth accrued was the fact that while
dipping into some girl's memories, he found the right buttons to push.
Consequently, he was able to ... coincidentally ... run into a girl,
and he would have the advantage of knowing what she was looking for,
what kind of approach would work. As a result, Seth became quite
popular with the ladies, and he frequently ended up with someone in bed
with him at night. With their whole sexual history at his disposal
before he even made the first move, he was able to select girls that
were clean, protected, and were up for what he wanted. Since Seth knew
their deepest fantasies and their hottest buttons, he was able to get
them off like no one else could.

A case in point was Barb. When Seth dipped into her mind, he discovered
something quite interesting, The pretty girl liked to go to bars, but
any man who approached her was politely told, "No, thanks." And yet,
that is not what she wanted. One thing that became clear to Seth
throughout his adventures is that women, despite their protestations
that they are looking for a 'nice guy', really want a bad boy. Barb was
the same. As she stood in the corner of the bar, fending off all comers,
her secret wish was to find someone she couldn't discourage, someone who
wouldn't take no for an answer.

Seth probed quite deeply, because the last thing he wanted was to
approach someone with this fantasy, only to find out that it was a
fantasy and end up in jail for assault, but Barb seemed to believe in
it completely. So, armed with this information, Seth approached her
where she stood against the wall. Seth, who had never personally met
many of the women that he visited, often only knew what they looked
like by recognizing them from the picture that they had of themselves
in their minds. Barb, like so many girls he visited with, turned out to
be quite a bit prettier than she saw herself in her own mind.

"This drink is for you," Seth said, placing an appletini, her favorite
drink, on the table in front of her.

"No thank you," she said.

"Excuse me?" Seth asked.

Barb pushed the drink towards him and said, "I appreciate the offer,
but I really can't accept drinks from a stranger. I don't know what you
might have put into it."

Barb smiled nervously as Seth just looked calmly at her.

"If I put anything in it, than in an hour or so you'd wake up, pinned
underneath me, getting the fucking of your life. However, there's
nothing in there but alcohol, so drink up."

Barb was going to protest again, but something about his forceful tone,
and the way that he calmly spoke of what might happen to her, sent
feelings shooting through her.

She quickly jerked her head up and down and took a sip.

"Good girl," Seth said.

Seth turned and looked out over the rest of the bar, ignoring Barb.

"I'm Barb," she said, introducing herself to Seth.

"Seth," he replied, taking her hand and just holding it, looking into
her eyes.

Barb looked uncomfortable, then asked, "Are you here alone tonight?"

"Yup," Seth responded.

"Are you looking for something?" she asked, noting his gaze roving the
bar.

"Yes, I'm looking for a good place to take you and fuck you," he
replied in an even tone.

"Excuse me?" she asked in shock.

Seth turned to her and looked deep into her eyes. "I saw you here, and
I decided that was going to fuck you tonight. I suppose, if I had some,
I could have put something in your drink, but for four things. First, I
don't have anything. Second, I don't like fucking unconscious girls.
Third, I knew it wouldn't be necessary. And fourth, I want you to
remember every last second of it."

"What makes you think that I would agree to that?" she asked, trying
hard, but failing, to put a sense of indignation in her voice.

Seth stepped up to her and put his arm on either side of her,
effectively pinning her against the wall. "Because when I look at you,
I see someone that needs to be taken. You don't need a date. You don't
need a friend. You need someone to pull you into that hallway," Seth
nodded his head toward the dark hall leading to the bar's offices, "and
fuck you silly."

"No I don't," she squeaked.

"I'll tell you what," Seth said, leaning in so that his face was inches
from hers. "Run your fingers between your legs, and if you can show me
that they are dry, I'll leave you alone."

Barb didn't say anything; she just looked at Seth fearfully.

"Then I will," he said, and she did nothing to stop him as he slipped
his hand under her short skirt and pulled her panties to the side. She
gasped as two of his fingers slipped easily inside her soaked pussy.

Seth removed his fingers and held them up between their faces. Both of
them could smell the pungent aroma even before they saw the juices
glistening in the dim light of the bar. Seth wiped his fingers across
her cheek and said, "Come with me." He pushed himself off the wall and
walked towards the hallway, not bothering to look back.

When Barb turned the corner into the hallway, she gasped as she saw
Seth standing at the end of the hallway, his pants open and his hard
cock sticking straight out. He pointed to the ground in front of him,
and Barb knew what he wanted, just as he knew she was going to give it
to him.

She approached him and dropped to her knees in front of him, taking his
cock in her hand. "That's a good girl," Seth groaned as his cock slipped
into her mouth. Her hand stroked the base of his cock as her mouth
worked on the tip, her tongue flicking all around. Seth knew that she
loved the degrading feeling that she got from being on her knees,
forced to provide pleasure to this stranger.

Seth felt himself getting closer, spurred on by both the sight of this
woman on her knees in front of him, as well as the girl at the end of
the hallway looking on in surprise. He grabbed the sides of Barb's head
and pushed his cock forward as his cum pulsed into her mouth. Barb
gushed herself as he gave her no choice but to swallow.

When he was done, Seth pulled his cock out of her mouth. As she fell
back onto her heels, Seth tucked his cock back into his pants, then
squatted down in front of her. "You did very well. Tomorrow, I want you
back here, in a skirt shorter than the one you have on and a button down
shirt. No panties. No bra. Just come here ready to be fucked. Now go
home and you can get yourself off thinking about it."

Seth left the bar, nodding to the girl at the end of the hallway, and
headed back to his room to collapse in his bed, where his recent cum
helped him fall asleep quickly. He quickly found Barb's mind, which was
completely consumed by the events of the evening. She was lying in her
own bed, her fingers buried in her twat. She kept replaying the few
words that were spoken that evening, alternating between her shame at
being such a slut and her excitement about what Seth had done to her.
Seth was relieved to find that there were no charges going to be
pressed; Barb was just trying to figure out what to wear that would
please the man. In all the emotional turmoil that had gone through her
that night, Barb's mind hadn't kept track of the name that Seth had
told her, so he really was a nameless stranger to her, something she
found even more exciting. Seth stayed with her for nearly an hour,
enjoying the different sensations of a woman cumming over and over
again.

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The next night, when Seth walked into the bar, he immediately saw Barb
sitting at the bar. She had made herself up even more nicely, and he
watched as she apparently told someone that she wasn't interested, that
she was waiting for someone else. Seth wondered briefly what would have
happened had he been more forceful, but was glad that the stranger was
not. Barb's eyes lit up as she saw Seth across the room. Seth crooked
his finger at her, indicating that she was to come to him. She took a
quick swallow of the drink in front of her and hurried over. He could
see that her skirt was quite short; he wondered if she realized that
she had to have flashed someone her pussy getting on and off the
barstool. As she approached him, he turned and walked out to the
parking lot. She followed behind him as he walked to his car at the
back of the lot. He walked around to the far side and stood by the back
of the car. She stood next to him until he took her and pushed her over
the trunk. He flipped her skirt up, exposing her ass to the cool air.
He kicked her legs apart, pulled his cock out, and quickly sunk it into
her. He could tell by her moans that the fact that he was fucking her
without even saying a word to her was driving her insane. Seth remained
silent as he fucked her hard. Barb had a harder time staying silent as
she came and came again.

After Seth came inside of her, he rested on her back for a minute, then
stood up and put all his clothes back into place. Then he stood her up
and turned her around, kissing her as he gazed into her wild eyes.
Then, without having said a single word, he got into his car and drove
away.

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Seth checked with Barb again that night. The fact that he had not said
a word, the fact that he just demanded and took, caused her to spend
most of her free time in the next week alternating between masturbating
at the memory of the encounters and fretting over the fact that she
didn't know his name or number, no way to get in touch with him. She
did not know if she would ever see him again. She went to the same bar
every night, hoping that he would show up, but he didn't for the rest
of the week.

Then, on Saturday night, he was there. But he was with another girl!
Barb watched them, unsure what to do. After they had a couple of
drinks, Seth gestured her over. He indicated that he should sit next to
him and introduced her to the girl. "Barb, this is Betty. Betty, this
Barb."

"I want you to come with us," Seth told her.

This wasn't what she thought would happen, but she nodded nervously.
They all got up and walked to the car. Seth had Barb sit in the back,
and Betty sat up front with him. As they drove off, Barb watched in
surprise as Betty's head disappeared, followed by the sound of Seth's
zipper being pulled down.

When they arrived at the destination, a part outside of town, Seth got
a blanket from the trunk and the girls followed him into the park.
"Strip," he said, and they both removed their clothes. Seth had Barb
kneel by the side of the blanket while he climbed on top of Betty and
screwed her until she came. Then he pulled out and walked over to Barb,
feeding her his cock. Barb had never tasted a woman, but she didn't
hesitate to suck Seth's juicy cock until he came down her throat.

Seth got dressed and had the girls get dressed too. Seth drove to
Barb's house, which shocked Barb, because she had never told him where
she lived. He turned around and gave her a card with his address and
room number on it. "If you go there tomorrow night at 9, I'll fuck
you." Then he had her leave.

Needless to say, she was there the next day.

Seth continued fulfilling Barb's fantasies occasionally throughout the
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Others were not nearly as extreme as Barb. Caroline was a girl who had
a number of overlapping interests with Seth. Art and architecture from
the middle ages were one area, so Seth happened to bring a book on the
subject with him to the restaurant where Caroline worked as a waitress,
which was enough to strike up a conversation. A couple more visits with
discussions about French cathedrals and Caroline agreed to a date.

Seth picked her up with lilacs, which he knew were her favorites,
explaining that he was just trying to be courtly. He took her to a
staging of a Midsummer Night's Dream, and while talking to her waiting
for the first act, he touched the spot in her neck that sent chills all
through her. When she moaned, Seth said, "Ah, have I hit the right
spot?"

He pinched at the spot, moving his hands a little until she practically
melted against him. During the show, Seth took her hand and ran his
fingers across her knuckles to her wrist. It didn't affect her like his
neck maneuver, but it was another spot that she really enjoyed. Caroline
was amazed at how Seth was making her feel with just little touches, and
she couldn't help but let that little voice wonder what he would be if
he really had free reign to make her whole body feel good.

That night, however, she didn't get to find out. She did when Seth
asked her to another show, this one a bit more modern. Monty Python was
not exactly Shakespeare, but they both enjoyed Spamalot as well.
Afterwards he took Barb to a lovely restaurant and they ate dessert by
candlelight. When they did end up back in Seth's room, naked and hot,
Seth found some additional spots to touch that Caroline enjoyed even
more than the neck massage. As he licked her clit, his fingers played
over the crease between her ass and her thigh, a particularly sensitive
spot for her. When his cock penetrated her, his teeth nibbled on her
collarbone, the combination sending waves of pleasure through her. Seth
knew that all of these moves had been done by her other lovers, but he
also knew that none of them had combined them into such a devastating
package.

While Seth was having quite a bit of fun with Caroline, a peek into her
head a couple of weeks later made Seth realize that she was getting more
serious much more quickly, so he took advantage of a night out and a lot
of champagne to sneak the idea into her mind that Seth was a great fuck
and a good friend, but not a real long term prospect. That allowed Seth
to remain friends with Caroline, whose company he really did enjoy,
while still pursuing other women.

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Other times, Seth didn't have to do much of anything to convince a girl
that he was a good one night stand, he just had to know how to be in the
right place at the right time. Maria was a perfect example. Maria was a
Latina girl who lived up to the classic stereotype  -" fiery and
passionate. She was not beautiful; she could stand to lose a few pounds
and her face was just OK, but when Seth ran across her and dipped into
her mind, he was astounded to see what a dirty slut she was. She was up
for almost anything, and she was an animal in bed. Seth passed her over
the first time he visited because she was with a boyfriend, but he made
it a habit of checking back on likely prospects every now and then.

Seth was visiting early one evening  -" something he liked to do
because it gave him prospects for that night  -" and when he dipped
into Maria's mind, it was seething in rage. It appeared that Maria's
boyfriend cheated on her, and she caught him at it. She was getting
ready to go out, and her direct intention was to find a likely guy and
screw him to kingdom come. Seth didn't have to do anything other than
head over to where Maria was planning to hunt and be a likely and
sympathetic character.

He arrived and saw her scoping out the room, so he went over said, "Hi,
I'm Seth. You look tense  -" can I get you a drink?"

She turned to him and ran her eyes up and down his body. Another
distinct advantage that Seth had was that he was good looking; someone
else trying the moves that he put on girls, even with the advanced
knowledge that he had, would have had a much harder time if they were
plain looking. But Maria, as many girls did, started tingling at the
sight of him.

"You're right, I am tense," Maria said, arching her back so that her
already voluptuous tits peeked higher through the v-neck of her
sweater. "I could use a Sapphire and tonic."

"Sure thing," Seth said, signaling to the cute bartender. "What are you
so tense about?"

"A no good, son of a bitch man!" Maria said before she could stop
herself.

"Whoa! I'm not him," Seth exclaimed, holding up his hands protectively
in front of himself.

"Sorry," Maria apologized, resting her hand on his arm. "He just has me
worked up. I promise not to take it out on you."

"Well, maybe I can convince you that all men aren't bad," Seth
suggested.

"You don't cheat?" Maria demanded.

"Well, not really," Seth said. "I mean, I'll sleep with someone while
I'm dating someone else, but I make sure that both people know that
they're not exclusive."

"What about when you are exclusive?" Maria asked.

"I don't know, it's never happened," Seth replied.

"Really? You've never been in a serious relationship?" Maria asked.

"Nope. In fact, I was a virgin until the beginning of the semester,"
Seth said.

"You're kidding!" Maria exclaimed. It may have seemed counter-intuitive
to someone else, but Seth realized that many women liked the thought of
getting to someone ... untrained. They liked the thought of having
someone with few preconceived notions. And Maria was no exception. Her
drink came, and she leaned in, exposing even more of her cleavage to
Seth.

"Tell me about it," Maria demanded.

"About what?" Seth asked.

"How you lost it," she explained.

Seth wasn't sure what he should say, but thinking back to what he had
found in Maria's mind, he realized that a straightforward retelling of
the story, leaving out names, would appeal to her. He was right. By the
time he was telling her about rubbing the KY on his cock, Maria was
ready to jump his bones.

"How'd you like to go somewhere and see if we can relive that night?"
Maria asked.

Seth smiled and dropped some money on the counter. When they got to his
car, Maria decided she didn't want to wait, so she pushed Seth into the
car and tugged his pants down. His cock popped out, and seconds later
it popped into Maria's mouth. Well, maybe popped was the wrong word. It
was more like slammed, as Maria took Seth's cock to the root on her very
first stroke; no preparation, no working up to it, just right down her
throat. Seth groaned at the sensation as Maria reached behind him and
pulled his ass forward, trying to get even more of him into her mouth.
She began to bob her head up and down as she ran her tongue across the
underside of his dick.

Maria pulled her mouth slowly off of Seth, looked up at him and said,
"The faster you give me your cum, the faster we can get somewhere more
private and you can fuck me with this lovely thing." She dropped her
mouth back over his cock and this time she slowly let it sink all the
way in, scraping her teeth all along the way. When she reached bottom,
she started moving her mouth around, applying suction, teeth and tongue
seemingly at random, bringing Seth closer with every move. Seth didn't
bother to inform Maria when he got close; he knew that she would
swallow everything that he had, and she did. He grabbed her head and
held himself deep as he pumped spurt after spurt right down her throat.
Maria took it all without flinching.

When he was done and his body untensed, he released her head and leaned
back against the car, breathing heavily. Maria pulled slowly off, trying
to get every last drop off his sensitive shaft. She looked up at him,
lips glistening, with a twinkle in her eye and said, "Yum! Now let's go
back to my room and you can return the favor."

"I don't have a roommate," Seth told her. "We'll definitely have
privacy."

"But I do have a roommate," Maria responded with a smirk. "And if she
comes back drunk enough, maybe you'll have twice the fun."

Seth pulled her up from the ground and looked around. He noticed a
couple of guys smoking outside of the bar who had apparently watched
the whole thing. He pointed them out to Maria who bowed and blew them a
kiss. Then they got in the car and Seth drove to Maria's dorm.

As soon as they got into the elevator, Maria pinned Seth to the wall,
pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. Seth had to push her away when
they reached her floor, which was probably a good thing, because she
seemed quite ready to pull her clothes off right there and do him while
riding up and down.

Maria fumbled with the key while Seth stood behind her, his hands
reaching around and cupping her breasts. "If you don't stop that, I
won't be able to open the door and I'll be forced to fuck you right
here!" she informed Seth. After a beat, she added, "On second thought,
don't you dare stop!"

Despite her threat, she was able to open the door and they rushed in.
Even before the door was closed, her shirt was thrown across the room.
She moved so fast he barely saw it all, and in seconds she was on her
hands and knees on the bed, looking back at him with a pleading look in
her eye.

"Fuck me now! Do it!" she ordered.

Seth was hard and ready. It took him a little longer to lose his
clothes than it had Maria, but it was still less than a minute later
that he was kneeling behind her upturned ass. He ran his hands around
her ample bottom grabbed a cheek in each hand, but Maria was
uninterested in foreplay. "Stop dicking around and start dicking me!"
she demanded.

Seth was fine with that, and he placed the head of his cock against her
wet gash. He pushed forward, his cock sinking all the way in with even
more ease than it had slid down her throat.

"Yeeessss!" Maria hissed as she pushed her ass back against Seth's
stomach.

Seth grabbed her hips and started fucking. Given his recent release of
sperm into Maria's stomach, he was in no danger of cumming soon. The
same could not be said for Maria. Maybe the reason that she was so wild
in bed was because it gave her so much pleasure, but it was clear to
Seth that Maria was not the kind of girl that took a long time to warm
up and an even longer time to cum. She was cumming within a dozen
strokes, and she didn't stop for a long time. Every time she came, she
barely backed off before she was riding up to the peak again.

After one particularly spectacular cum, Maria pulled forward enough to
unseat Seth. "You fucked my mouth. You fucked my pussy. Now do my ass!"
she demanded.

Seth had no problem with that demand either. "Where's your lube?" Seth
asked.

"On your cock," she replied. "It's enough! Now do my ass!"

Seth shrugged. It was her ass, and if she thought she could take him
with only the juices on his cock, copious though they were, she'd be
the one that would have to deal with the consequences if she was wrong.
However, she wasn't. It quickly became clear to Seth that Maria had
started her hunt knowing she would be taking it up the ass, because her
asshole was pre-lubed. His cock slipped in almost as easily as it did in
her pussy, though it did make her grunt and it was much tighter. It also
turned out that Maria was quite capable of cumming just by being fucked
up the ass. Repeatedly.

By the time Seth spurted into her ass, both of them were exhausted and
sweaty. Seth collapsed at Maria's side, breathing heavily. He looked
over at her, and her chest was heaving as well, her eyes were closed,
and she seemed to be reliving some parts of what had just happened. At
least he hoped that was what was causing the little smile on her face.

After a few minutes, Seth had most of his breath back and Maria swam up
from whatever place her mind was in. She turned to him, resting her head
on her hand and said with a smile, "Not bad."

"Not bad!" Seth exclaimed with mock indignation. "Do you mean it's not
the best that you've ever had in your life!"

"Sorry, you'd need two more cocks, a pussy and a few tongues to meet
that standard," she informed him. "Do you have those hidden away?"

Seth patted his hands down his body, checking his imaginary pockets.
"Sorry, fresh out," he said.

"Well, it was pretty good for just one cock," she admitted. "I'll tell
you how good later, when I see how long it takes you to get it up
again."

Seth groaned theatrically. "Twice in an hour, and you want more!"

"That's why more cocks are better," she said matter-of-factly.

"Well, give me a few minutes, and I'll see what I can do," Seth said.

"Well, let me give you something to do," Maria said. She got up on her
knees, then swung one over his head. She glanced down at him and said,
"Let's see if your tongue is as good as your cock. As she lowered her
crotch towards her face, Seth reached up and spread her lips, pushing
the hair out of the way so that he could stick his tongue deeply into
her. He could taste his cum mixed with her juices, but he figured
what's good for the goose is good for the gander. Maria knelt there for
a few minutes, enjoying what Seth was doing. As the rate of her
breathing increased, she leaned forward and took Seth's cock into her
mouth. Seth tensed for a minute, remembering where that cock just was,
but then he shrugged and just made a note not to kiss her on the mouth
till she had a chance to brush her teeth. Sometimes, the goose just
went a bit further than the gander would.

When Seth was hard for the third time, Maria flipped around and mounted
him. She started slowly posting, leaning forward and pinning his arms
down. This was clearly a girl that liked being in control. Since her
actions put her lovely tits right in front of Seth's face, he didn't
complain at all; he just leaned up and attached his teeth to a nipple,
then bit even harder when he heard Maria's delicious groan.

Maria was on her fourth or fifth orgasm in that position when Seth
heard a noise. Seth glance up and saw the door open. Maria didn't seem
worried, so Seth just grabbed her hips and kept going. The door closed
and Seth heard a soft voice saying, "You slut!"

"'You lucky slut', you mean," Maria panted.

Seth looked over and saw a tall black girl watching. She had to be at
least 5' 9", with large jutting breasts and a nice ass. She was
skinnier than Maria, and prettier too, though despite the sexiness of
her short dress, he decided that he liked the way that Maria was
dressed better. Any girl that was wearing only his cock was the best
dressed girl in the world, he figured.

The new girl didn't seem offended, so Seth just breathed, "Hi," and
kept on going. The girl smiled, waved, and sat down on her bed, legs
crossed, watching them.

Maria sat up, and looked over at her roommate, her eyes glowing. "Like
what you see?" she asked huskily.

"All I can see is your fat ass," the girl responded playfully.

Maria sat up and slowly lifted her body so that most of Seth's cock was
exposed, with just the very tip still holding on to her cunt.

"Nice," the girl said.

"All mine!" Maria replied, dropping slowly so that her pussy slowly ate
Seth's cock.

Seth was getting a little tired of being on the receiving end, so he
grabbed Maria's hips and flipped her over.

"Hey!" she yelled when he slipped out, but he just spread her legs and
speared her twat. He lifted her legs and started pounding away at her.
Soon Maria stopped caring about showing off to her roommate and got
lost in the feelings.

"Does she have a vibrator?" Seth grunted to the interested onlooker.

"Now that's a stupid question," she snorted.

"Get it for me," Seth demanded.

The girl shrugged and got up, walked over to the dresser and pulled out
a little bullet vibe.

"Perfect," Seth said when she handed it to him. By this point, Maria
was paying attention to nothing but the throbbing in her pussy and
clit. Seth dropped one of her legs and pushed the vibe to her clit. He
noticed that the new girl had moved back to the bed, but she was
leaning forward, watching what he was going to do. He also noticed that
her short skirt had ridden up and he could see her silky black panties,
but he had more pressing matters at hand.

Seth got a better grip and flipped the switch. The results were what he
expected. Maria's eyes opened wide, her mouth opened even wider and she
lay there, gasping for air for a moment. Then the sound started. The
shriek that Maria let out was loud enough to wake the neighbors. She
arched her back, grabbed his ass, and tensed in her biggest orgasm of
the night. Thirty seconds later, she collapsed onto the bed, passed
out. Seth turned the vibrator off and looked down at the unconscious
girl below him when he heard a pounding on the door.

"What is it?" the conscious girl yelled.

"Is everything OK?" a male voice demanded.

"Its fine Joe!" she replied. "That was just Maria being fucked
unconscious. Go away!"

"Alright," he grumbled, going away.

Seth pulled out of Maria. He hadn't cum, but he wasn't right on the
edge, and fucking someone passed out did nothing for him. When he heard
a little snore coming from Maria, he covered her up with a blanket and
reached for his pants.

"That was quite impressive," the roommate said.

"Thanks," Seth replied, as he grabbed his pants and started slipping
them on.

"Wait a minute. It would be inhospitable to let you leave with that,"
she said, pointing to his throbbing woody. She slipped out of bed and
onto the floor in front of him, taking his cock into her mouth. The two
girls must have shared tips, because for the second time that night,
Seth's cock slipped into a girl's throat. Looking down and seeing the
girl's brown eyes starting up at him, he came to the edge very quickly,
and then right over it.

After making sure that she got every drop, the girl helped him zipper
his pants. She handed him his shirt and walked him to the door. She
opened it and stuck out her hand. "By the way, my name is Cecelia."

"Seth," he said, confused by how fast he had lost control of the
situation.

"Well Seth, maybe we'll see each other again," she said, licking her
lip as she closed the door.

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Chapter 14


While fulfilling sexual fantasies, both his own and others, was fun, it
was certainly not the only thing that Seth used his powers for in his
freshman year. In the process of scanning people, Seth came across some
individuals that were in trouble of one kind or another. Where he could,
he helped out, whether it was pointing out where to get extra tutoring
help (discreetly, of course), or if it was helping someone get a job so
they could afford to live while they were in school.

Seth knew - though didn't like to admit -was questionable moral
behavior with women. He certainly rationalized that he wasn't hurting
anyone, in fact he was fulfilling many of their fantasies. But deep
down, well, not really that deep at all, he knew that what he was doing
was violating these girls' privacy and using that knowledge to take
advantage of it. So he sort of figured that these good deeds that he
did made up for he otherwise questionable behavior.

While most of the people he helped were pretty simple fixes, there were
two people he came across that were in much worse shape. In fact, they
were extremely depressed to the point of suicide.

The first was a girl, Targa, who was very overweight and had low
self-esteem. She had been teased all her life, and she was at the end
of her rope, ready to throw it all away. Luckily for Seth, she went out
regularly and got hammered. Once drunk, she was often taken back to some
desperate guy's room when there was no one better looking left to take
home. Seth took the opportunity to find her in a drunken state and
implant some subliminal suggestions. He blocked the desire for food as
a safety blanket, and gave her an urge to work out regularly. Other
fake memories Seth implanted led had her convince herself that talking
to a counselor would be useful. Not too long after Seth did that, Targa
began getting the therapy that she desperately needed.

Seth certainly felt that the assistance that he gave Targa was much
more important that helping someone get their homework in on time. The
second person, however, was not nearly as easy. From his thoughts, Seth
estimated that Jerome would pull the plug very shortly; he had already
made up his mind and he was just trying to decide how to do it. Seth
targeted him and dove deep into his memories, and they were not pretty.
All throughout his life, his father had abused him, both physically and
emotionally; it was probably a small favor that sexual abuse wasn't
present as well.

Seth very much wanted to help Jerome in the same way that he did Targa,
but it was more challenging because Jerome didn't drink or do drugs.
Even with repeated efforts, so far he'd been resistant to all attempts
that Seth made to get him to get help; he just could not influence
Jerome without the help of some sort of mind altering substance.

Seth was at a loss, but decided that if he were to help Jerome, he'd
have to do it the old fashioned way. He arranged to bump into Jerome a
couple of times and he managed to strike up a conversation. Jerome was
somewhat willing to talk with Seth, and knowing Jerome's mind as he
did, Seth was able to target particular areas of interest. He started
hanging out with Jerome as much as he could, trying to get him to have
cheerful thoughts and attempting to get Jerome to open up. Each night,
Seth would visit, trying to ascertain Jerome's ongoing mental state.

Weeks later Jerome seemed to be stabilizing a little; at least he
wasn't quite on the verge of suicide. Suddenly one night, Seth
discovered that something had gone very wrong. When he connected to
Jerome, he found Jerome's mind in a chaotic state. It was as if parts
of his mind were screaming at other parts, and some parts were just
shut down. Seth probed for memories of the day, and he discovered that
Jerome's father had called and been extremely abusive. Seth could see
that Jerome was running up a dimly lit flight of stairs, but he could
not figure out where those stairs were located.

Suddenly, Jerome burst out of a door, and Seth could see the night sky
above him. Seth realized that Jerome was on the roof of a building, and
without even slowing down, Jerome rushed to the edge. Seth threw himself
at Jerome's mind in alarm, trying to find some crack, something that
would let him slow Jerome down. But, but Jerome's mind was in bedlam.
He thought he saw a way and had started pushing when Jerome leaped.

"Nooooooo!" Seth screamed. He saw the ground rushing up, and he didn't
know what would happen if Jerome died while he was connected, so he
broke the connection. Seth immediately bolted awake, and could barely
breathe. He jumped into some clothes and ran out across the campus to
Jerome's dorm. He heard the sirens in the distance as he skidded up to
the scene. There was already a safety officer trying to block off the
area, but Seth got a glimpse of Jerome. It was a thirty-two story
building, and there was no doubt that the fall was fatal.

Seth collapsed on the ground screaming, then passed out.

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While Seth was unconscious, his mind did no visiting. Instead, it
dreamed, and the dreams were vivid recollections of the inside of
Jerome's mind, interposed with glimpses of the last moments of Jerome's
life. When he woke up, he looked around and realized that he was in a
hospital room. His hands were both being held, and a glance to each
side showed him that it was Sarah and Betty.

"He's awake!" Betty shrieked.

"Seth, are you OK?" Sarah demanded.

"I'm not sure," Seth said weakly.

"What happened?" Sarah asked. "They told me that you were near the
scene where someone committed suicide and you screamed and passed out."

"I can't really talk about it now," Seth blubbered, tears coming to his
eyes. "The person who committed suicide was a friend of mine. I knew
that he was suicidal, and I was trying to help him, but I couldn't.
Nothing that I tried worked. I couldn't stop him."

"Oh, Seth," Sarah comforted, understanding at last what had happened.
"You can't help everyone; you can't take responsibility for someone
else's choices!"

"I thought I was making progress," Seth choked out. Anger took over as
he said, "It was his asshole of a father. He called him and pushed him
over the edge, literally. And there's nothing that anyone can do about
it!"

Seth said nothing for a minute, then continued quietly, "Well, maybe
someone can."

"No, Seth, don't do anything stupid," Sarah begged.

Seth sighed and released the tension he was feeling. "Nothing right
now," Seth promised. "Nothing now."

Sarah stayed with her brother until he was ready to be released. His
release came just as his parents arrived, having been notified of what
had happened. Afterward, they talked to some school officials, and
arranged for Seth to get counseling. Seth's parents also stayed near
the college for a few days while Seth took some time off from classes.
Slowly, over the course of a few days, he started to get back to
normal, though he still had dreams of Jerome.

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Seth's unsuccessful attempts to assist Jerome put an end to his
visiting activities for the rest of the semester; his mind was far too
troubled for that sort of thing. Remarkably, Seth still managed to pass
all his classes, most with good grades. Sarah did well, as usual, and
Betty got all As, for the first time ever; she did not want to take a
chance on getting less than a B.

There were tearful good-byes from Betty when they separated to go home
for the winter holidays.

When the twins arrived home, their parents were still quite concerned
about Seth's mental and emotional state, but they could see that he was
beginning to heal. The first night they were back, Sarah slipped into
bed with Seth.

"How are you doing?" she inquired.

"Better," he said. "I've figured out what I'm going to do with my
life."

"What?" Sarah asked.

"I'm going to be a psychologist," he replied. "Just imagine how much
good I can do when I can delve deeper than even the patients can go.
Think how I can push them in the right direction subconsciously. It's
far better than using my skills to pick up chicks!"

"Well, that's a noble aspiration," Sarah agreed. "But I worry about how
much this is affecting you. What's going to happen when you come across
someone else that you can't fix?"

Seth sighed deeply. "I learned my lesson," he admitted. "I know that
there will always be people I can't help. I'll still try my hardest,
but I understand that some of my efforts are destined to fail. That
doesn't mean that I shouldn't help those that I can."

"What about the ethical considerations?" Sarah asked.

"I know, but we're not being completely ethical now either," Seth
countered.

"But we don't have a responsibility to do so now," Sarah explained. "If
you're a professional, you will."

Seth smiled and hugged his sister. "What if I come to you to be my
moral compass, to make sure I don't step over the line?"

"He said to the girl who had enslaved her roommate," Sarah grinned
ironically.

"Yes, but you did it ethically, and with only her good in your
thoughts," Seth said.

"Well, maybe not her good only," Sarah chuckled.

"I love you," Seth sighed.

"I love you, too," Sarah told her twin. They fell asleep together, and
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Chapter 15


Back home in his own bed, Seth woke up to the feel of his sister
sliding up next to him. She wrapped her arms around him and looked at
him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"What?" he asked sleepily.

"I was visiting with Mom," Sarah said.

"So?" Seth asked, a little more gruffly than he had intended.

"So - things have changed a bit around here since we went off to
school," Sarah said

"What kind of things?"

"Things having to do with sex," Sarah expounded. Despite his tiredness,
Seth's curiosity woke him up.

"Well, are you just going to leave it at that?" Seth asked.

"It seems like I am not the only one in the family that likes having a
little slave girl," Sarah said with a smirk.

It took Seth a moment to process that, then he sat bolt upright,
knocking Sarah over onto the bed next to him. He looked down and
insisted, "You're kidding!"

"Uh uh," Sarah disagreed. Given their history in their parents' heads,
Seth and Sarah didn't believe the same thing that most people did  -"
that there parents had sex to conceive them and then stopped. Seth knew
that his parents had an active and fulfilling sex life, even that they
were a little kinky, but this?

"Are you sure?" he asked, unconvinced.

"Well, let's see," Sarah said contemplatively. "Mom on her front ...
lying down ... hands tied to the headboard ... whispering 'spank me
harder, daddy!' while dad beats her ass with a paddle. You're right, I
must have been mistaken."

She smirked at him as she took in the sight of his hard cock jutting
out through his boxers. "Although that particular scene seems to
interest you."

Seth looked down and shoved his cock back into his shorts.

"Holy fuck!" he murmured.

"And I'll tell you something else," Sarah continued. "It sure as hell
wasn't against her will. As soon as Dad pushed his cock into her, she
yelled, "Yes, Daddy!" and came harder than I've ever felt her cum. It
literally knocked my out of her mind.

"She calls him Daddy?" Seth asked.

"Apparently," Sarah said. "Just like me."

"Sarah," Seth said in a warning tone.

"What?" Sarah said innocently.

"Keep your paws off of Dad!" Seth said, only half jokingly.

"Is there someone else you'd like me to keep my hands on," she said as
she dropped her eyes down to his crotch, where his shorts had once
again been unable to hold his cock in.

Seth pulled the covers up, not bothering to push it back in.

"Go back to bed," he instructed his sister.

"Can't I sleep here?" she asked with a pout.

"No, I'm going to be busy," he told her.

"Oh," she said, understanding. With a quick kiss on his cheek, she left
the room, but she could hear the slapping sound of Seth's hand on his
cock before she even closed the door.

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That night, Seth announced that he was going to bed
uncharacteristically early. Sarah smiled at him as he left, but he
chose to ignore the implications in the smile. After doing his evening
ablutions and removing all his clothes, Seth snuggled in bed and fell
asleep. Soon, he was visiting with his father, just as Sarah suspected
that he would.

For a while, he was just puttering about, but Seth could feel the
underlying excitement as thoughts of what he planned to do to his wife
went through his mind. Seth was amazed at his father  -" there were
thoughts there that he'd never even had.

Seth could feel his father's impatience, his wish that Sarah would go
to bed already, and his frustration about not being able to just send
her to her room. He had a thought about how much he wanted his kids
back in school so that he could fuck Sandy wherever and whenever he
wanted, just like he did when they were gone. The guilt that thought
gave him was somewhat alleviated by the sight of his wife bent over,
emptying the dishwasher, and the memory of another time that he found
her like that, and how he pushed up her skirt, cut off her panties and
fucked her right there.

Finally, Sarah showed signs of going to bed. She went over and kissed
her mother, saying, "Good night, Mother."

"Night, Sarah," her mother replied.

Then she went to her father and in a little girl's voice she said,
"Will you give me a kiss goodnight, Daddy?"

Despite himself, Paul's cock jumped; it sounded so much like Sandy
begging him for a kiss. But this wasn't Sandy, this was his daughter.
He banished the thought from his mind and gave Sarah a peck on the
cheek.

"Good night, Sarah," he said.

He watched her practically skip out of the room until her heard his
wife clear her throat loudly.

"If there is a little girl that you are going to be lusting for, it
will be me!" Sandy said forcefully.

"Of course, it's you!" Paul said guiltily. "It's just that she reminds
me so much of you."

"Uh huh," Sandy said, sounding unconvinced.

Seth knew that Sarah's remark had been aimed at both him and his
father, and he ruefully shook his head (virtually speaking) at her
antics.

Paul's anticipation continued to grow, though he didn't show it, until
finally he could take it no more.

"Are you ready for me, little girl?" he growled.

Sandy's demeanor changed instantly. A moment ago, she was reading a
magazine on the couch. Now she dropped the magazine and looked over at
Paul, lust written all over her face.

"Yes, daddy," she purred, her tone sounding not too different than her
daughter's did just a few minutes before.

"Strip!" Paul demanded.

Sandy glanced up the stairs. "But the kids..." she began.

Paul was nervous as well, but he tried not to show it. "I don't want
questions! Do you want me to take you over me knew again?" Paul's
memory flashed back to a previous event when he had taken her over his
knee, and given the shudder that went through Sandy's body, he imagined
that she was thinking about that too.

"No, Daddy," she said quietly, as she quickly removed her clothing.

Paul grabbed a piece of rope out of the drawer and spun Sandy around,
quickly tying her hands behind her back, then pushed her towards the
stairs. Paul's cock was rock hard as he marched Sandy past Sarah's
door, imagining the look on his daughter's face if she could see them
now. Seth gave an inner laugh at that thought, imaging the look on his
father's face if he realized how much Sarah already knew.

Paul pushed Sandy into their bedroom and shoved her face down onto the
bed. He quickly stripped his own clothes off, taking his underwear and
pushing them into Sandy's mouth. "Mustn't wake the children," he
cackled as he walked over to the bedside table. He saw Sandy looking at
him lustfully as he removed a pair of nipple clips and a paddle. Paul
wrapped the paddle in a washcloth, hoping that would dampen the noise
so that Sarah and Seth wouldn't hear them. It would be better if he
waited until they were gone, but he had too much lost time to make up,
and he didn't want to wait.

Without so much as a by-your-leave, which would have been difficult
anyway given the tighty whites in her mouth, Paul started spanking
Sandy's ass. He began slowly, first just rubbing the paddle on her ass,
its sensation different than Sandy was used to without the washcloth.
Then he started interspersing slaps with the paddle, building Sandy up,
getting her hotter and hotter. He could hear her labored breathing as he
dipped a finger into her pussy and found it soaked.

Paul rolled Sandy over, kissing her on her nose and wiping away her
tears before he clipped the clamps on her extended nipples. He kissed
her again before rolling her onto her stomach again, pressing her
breasts to the bed, digging the clamps in more painfully.

"Ready for more?" he asked.

Sandy nodded eagerly.

Paul resumed his paddling, doing it harder this time, enjoying the view
as Sandy's ass turned redder and redder. He moved the paddle around,
always staying on the lower half of her ass so as not to damage her
tailbone while still ensuring that her ass turned a uniform shade of
red. Paul shivered inwardly as he thought about Sandy sitting at
breakfast with their children in the morning, barely able to sit, every
feeling on her ass intensified enormously.

Finally, after two last, extra hard whacks, Paul put down the paddle
and undid Sandy's wrists. He climbed on the bed next to her and rolled
her into his arms, removing his underwear from her mouth and then
gently stroking her hair as her sobs slowly diminished. While he did
not have much experience, Paul had done his research. Spotty and
contradictory as the information on the Internet was, he did learn
about the importance of aftercare, and he held his wife as she came
down from the place that she went to when he paddled her.

He held her for a while longer, and Seth was impressed by the
tenderness and love that his father showed to his mother, especially
after he had just caused her so much pain. But it was clear that his
mother had loved it, because as she came down she started kissing Paul,
quickly escalating to practically attacking him. She rolled her husband
onto his back and quickly straddled his hard cock, impaling herself on
him.

As Sandy started writing up and down on Paul's cock, she clearly felt
every thrust, especially when his cock bottomed out and her ass slammed
into his thighs, reminding her of the paddling she just received. Paul
reached forward and gently tugged on the chain between the nipple
clamps, which was enough to put Sandy over the top.

Paul thought about how funny it was that Sandy used to be so quiet when
she came, always careful about the children hearing, and now she was
struggling not to scream at the top of her lungs as she came. What a
difference a couple of months of a child-free home could make! Then
Paul wasn't thinking of anything at all, as the contractions and
contortions of his wife dragged a huge orgasm out of him.

Seth woke up, his stomach sticky with his cum, and he noticed that his
sister's arm was across his chest, cum covering it as well. He glanced
down at her and he could see her panting. He knew he should clean up,
but he was too wiped out, so he just fell asleep again  -" as messy as
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Chapter 16


Seth awoke in the morning as something heavy, warm and wet landed on
his chest. He opened his eyes and saw his sister, standing next to the
bed, naked, wiping her arm and chest with a wet rag. Glancing down, he
saw that what woke him was another wet rag, undoubtedly dropped there
by his sister,

"What's up?" Seth asked groggily.

"Next time you cum, try missing me a little," Sarah complained.

"Hey, if you don't like it, why are you in my bed," Seth complained.

"I guess it's an occupational hazard, or something like that," Sarah
shrugged. She dropped the rag on the floor and climbed on the bed,
sitting cross-legged at Seth's side. Seth couldn't help but notice the
clear view it gave of her spread pussy.

"Sis!" he complained.

"You've seen it before, just like I've seen this," she said, pulling
the blanket off of his cock. "Hell, I felt what it had to offer last
night, so don't sweat it! Now tell me what you thought of last night."

"Were you with Mom?" Seth asked.

"Hells yeah!" Sarah replied with a grin.

"Is your ass sore?" Seth asked with a smile.

"It's so weird," Sarah said. "I feel like is should be sore, but of
course, it's not. It wasn't my ass that turned all red last night."

"Who would have thought?" Seth exclaimed. "But I guess this is right up
your alley. After all, you've got a slave girl too."

"Yup," Sarah said. "You know, Mom had a lot of fun, but she kept
wishing they could go out and do it in public."

"In public?" Seth exclaimed.

"Well, not in the middle of the street, but she's read about dungeons.
You know, for play."

"So why don't they go?" Seth asked.

"I think that they don't know how to start. Want to help them?"

"How?" Seth inquired.

"Let's find a dungeon for them, and get them the information," Sarah
suggested.

"You mean implant it?" Seth asked.

"Well, that might work, but I was thinking more like anonymously
sending them a link to it," Sarah clarified.

"OK, but after I'm awake," Seth agreed.

Seth got up and walked to the bathroom, his cock pointing the way while
Sarah watched him go. While she acted quite blas�(C) about it, in reality
she got very wet seeing her brother's hard cock. While he was gone, she
stroked herself a little bit, then went to her room to get dressed.

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At breakfast, the siblings had a hard time keeping smirks of their
faces as they saw their mother sitting down very tenderly. Sarah had no
idea how she thought she was fooling anyone. In fact, she made it a
point to brush up against her mother's ass a couple of times, just to
hear the gasp.

Seth shook his head ruefully at her, but continued eating without
comment. After breakfast, the twins returned to Seth's room to hit the
Internet. It took a little searching, but they found out that there was
a dungeon right in town. There was no address, so they weren't sure
where it was; you had to talk to the dungeon masters before they would
tell you where it was. Seth sent a query to them, asking what they
needed to do to attend a play party.

Later that day, they got a response, indicating that they simply needed
to have a little chat with them to explain what they were looking for,
and then the dungeon master would send them instructions. With that
information in hand, Seth and Sarah constructed an email to look like
an invitation to attend, with the details necessary to get them
started. There was a play party that coming Saturday night, and they
hoped their parents would take advantage of the opportunity.

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On Friday, the twins' parents informed them, somewhat nervously, that
they would be out late on Saturday night. With Paul's back turned, Seth
smiled and gave Sarah a thumbs up. They hoped that their parents would
have fun.

Just before their parents were leaving late Saturday evening, the twins
adjourned to Seth's room. Sarah immediately removed her clothing.

"Why's you do that?" Seth asked, his cock rising already.

"I don't need you to get cum all over my clothes," Sarah explained.
"That would be fun to explain to Mom!"

Seth sighed, but did the same.

He climbed into bed and Sarah climbed in after, snuggling up on his
chest and giving him a little kiss on the cheek. Soon, they were both
asleep.

Sarah found her Mom in the car, all full of nervous energy and
excitement.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked Paul for like the millionth time.

"If you ask me again, I'll have to spank you," Paul said in
exasperation.

"Don't promise that!" Sandy said good naturedly. "I'll just keep
asking!"

Paul grinned at his sexy wife.

Sandy thought back to how this started. She had always liked the
occasional spanking, but one day, when after the kids had gone away to
college, Paul was behaving quite forcefully in bed, so she jokingly
called him 'Master'. From that innocuous start, it had somehow spiraled
until now they were going to a dungeon! A real live dungeon!

OK, maybe it wasn't deep in the cellar of a castle. In point of fact,
it was located in an industrial park! In a way, that made sense. It was
away from residential neighbors that might complain, there were likely
very few people around at night when it was open, and she was sure this
allowed them to have lots of space to set up play areas.

As Paul drove up, she got more and more nervous. She had chatted on the
phone with Aurora, who ran the place, and she seemed nice enough. When
Aurora had heard that it was their first time in a dungeon, she said
that she would give them the tour, explain everything, and help them
feel comfortable. Aurora had suggested that they come a little after
the place opened, so that they could get a feel for it already in use,
which was why at around 11:00pm, they pulled up in the parking lot of
the building.

Paul got out and pulled their toy bag from the trunk. It wasn't much
 -" yet. Just a few paddles and whip that they bought online, as well
as the nipple clamps and some pieces of rope.

"Ready?" Paul asked her.

Sandy nodded her head. Sarah could feel the nervousness and excitement,
and the fact that if Sandy had been wearing panties, they would be
soaking wet. They walked to the door and rang the bell.

A heavy-set girl with black spiky hair and a long silky gown answered
the door.

"Hi, I'm Aurora," the woman said.

"Hi, I'm Paul and this is Sandy," Paul replied.

"Oh, hi! Welcome! Come on in!"

Aurora hustled them in to the entranceway, and took them to the front
desk. She required that they sign the appropriate documentation  -"
hold no harm, not law enforcement, yada yada yada. They paid their
admission fee, and Aurora had someone take over the front so she could
show them around.

They walked past the front desk into a long hallway.

"Over there is the kitchen," Aurora said, pointing to her left.
"There's water and light snacks. Always make sure you're well hydrated.
It can get hot in here, and some of the activities might make you sweat
just a little."

Sandy smiled nervously at her.

"Over there," Aurora said, gesturing to the right, "is our medical play
and wax room. If you're going to do any scenes involving fluids, do it
in there, and make sure you clean up after yourselves. We're not set up
for watersports, except in the shower I guess."

They moved further down the hallway, following Aurora. To the left was
a room with a big wooden X, a St. Andrew's cross Aurora explained, as
well as some hooks in the wall. On the right, another room, this one
with a frame with rope webbing.

"Over here we have the bedroom," Aurora said, pointing into another
room. The door was closed, but there was a window so that people could
look in. Sandy gasped when she saw that there was a girl trussed up,
bent over the bed, and a man standing behind her. Both were naked, and
the man was clearly fucking the woman.

"This is a sex-positive dungeon," Aurora explained. "A lot of dungeons
disallow penetration, but it's all right here; just use safe sex
techniques and don't leave fluids lying around."

They moved on, Sandy a little reluctantly, and they came to an open
area. On one side was a scaffolding with a winch attached, which Aurora
explained was for suspension bondage. There was also a massage table and
another cross. Sandy was shocked to see a naked man attached to the
cross, and woman using a flogger on his back. The bruises were already
quite visible, and the man was shaking and cringing each time the
flogger landed, but the woman was not letting up.

"Over here," Aurora said, drawing Sandy's attention away from the scene
on the cross, "is where people can just hang out when they are not
scening or watching." There were a half dozen people sitting around,
and Aurora quickly made introductions, though Sandy couldn't remember a
single name by the time she was done. It was all quite overwhelming.
Pail seemed to be taking it better, really enjoying the sights and
sounds around him.

"You can take a walk around and see what others are doing, or you can
hang here or go make your own scene. You can't close the doors, except
in the bedroom, because the Dungeon Masters have to be able to monitor
what is going on. If you want a little more privacy, you can close the
door partway; that will tell people that you don't want to be bothered.
Any questions?"

Sandy couldn't think of a single one, but Paul asked, "Can we ask
questions about what people are doing?"

"Yes, but not during a scene," Aurora explained. "If you are going to
view a scene, just make sure not to interfere, not to get in the way,
talk loudly or ask questions. Most people will be happy to explain what
they are doing, but after a scene. People get really into their scenes,
and it's best not to pull them out of the head space that they get
into. Also, aftercare is very important, so understand that the scene
is not over when the person comes down from whatever they're on; it's
over when the participants say that it's over. Anything else?"

Paul didn't have any more questions, so Aurora said, "OK, I've got to
go back to the front, but I'll stop by later and see how you're doing.
This is a very friendly group of people, and I'm sure that they'll make
you feel very comfortable."

Sandy was very excited by everything that she saw. This was so beyond
her experience; everything she saw and heard was brand new. She was
just about to ask Paul what he wanted to do next when a man and woman
came in and went over to the scaffold. The woman took of her clothes as
the man began removing a number of lengths of rope from his bag.

He took a rope and seemed to knot it in the middle, then slipped it
over the girl's head, and started making knots or ties all the way down
her front. Paul took Sandy's hand and they drifted over. The man looked
up and nodded hello.

The two of them watched as the man continued making an elaborate chest
harness, slipping the ropes between her legs and tying it off in the
middle of her back. Without looking up, he said, "My name's Larry, by
the way. Are you new here?"

"Yes, this is out first time here," Paul replied. "Our first time in
any dungeon, actually."

"Well then, you've come to a great place to start. Feel free to ask me
any questions about what I'm doing. I may ask you to hold off if I need
to concentrate on something that I'm doing."

Larry picked up another piece of rope and connected it to the bundle of
knots he had made on her back. He tied her arms to her side, then did
the same with her legs. Then he started stringing ropes down from the
scaffolding and around the knots he had on the girl.

"Ready, Delilah?" he asked.

The girl nodded and he started pulling on the ropes. In no time at all,
the girl was hanging in the air, all wrapped up and swinging freely.
Larry checked to see that she was OK, then turned and picked up a cane.
He started tapping her all around as she swung in the air. Paul grabbed
Sandy's hand and pulled her away. He took her to a room with a cross in
it and said, "Your turn, little girl."

"Yes, Daddy," Sandy said.

"Strip, girl!" Paul demanded.

Sandy pulled off her clothes until she was naked. Paul grabbed the cuff
hanging by a ring from the top of the cross and put Sandy's hand in it.
Then he did the same with the other hand. Sandy was pressed into the
cross, unable to look behind her. Her mind was racing. Were there
people behind her looking at her? What would Paul do to her?"

Sandy heard a swish, then a thud. A moment later, she felt it on her
ass, and she gasped. The sharp sting turned into a warmth that spread
across her ass. After the initial crack of the flogger, Paul started
moving it more slowly, more gently, almost brushing it rhythmically
over Sandy's back. The strokes started getting harder and harder, and
the insistent pounding, the sharp stings, the thought of all the people
that could be watching what her husband was doing to her naked body sent
Sandy to a place that she hadn't been before. The pain of the flogger on
her back almost went away. It felt almost like a caress, over and over.
Then Paul landed a much harder stroke, and the pain transformed itself
into something else, running directly from her back to her pussy.

Paul continued stroking, interspersing hard strokes in with the
standard ones on a regular basis. A small part of her mind wondered at
how it was making her feel, but most of her mind was not thinking at
all; Sandy became a creature of feeling instead of thought.

Sarah, along for the ride, had more of an ability to think. She had no
more access to the rational parts of Sandy's brain than her mother did,
but she had almost a split view of the proceedings. One set of feelings
were completely overtaken by the feelings coursing through her mother.
Her own brain, however, continued to function. Sarah was amazed at the
level of feeling that the flogging aroused in her mother. She could
feel the tears running down her mother's cheeks, but it was less from
the pain than from the emotions coursing through Sandy's body, through
her soul.

With five strong swings that brought Sandy up on her toes, Paul
completed the session and dropped the flogger, rushing forward and
unsnapping the cuffs on Sandy's wrists. Paul dropped to the floor with
Sandy sobbing on his lap, stroking her hair and whispering in her ear.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

Sandy responded with a soul-searing kiss. Paul kissed back and wrapped
his arms around his wife, which brought a gasp of pain from Sandy.

"Sorry," Paul said contritely, leaning over to look at his wife's
purple back

Sandy put her head down on Paul's shoulder and slowly came out of the
head space that she had been in. Sarah, despite having experienced it
with her mother, could not believe how something that should have
caused her mother that much pain instead caused such an intense level
of pleasure. Nevertheless, she resolved to find a dungeon near her
school and take Betty there, to see if she reacted the same way.

Paul let Sandy rest on the floor as he put away his toys. Then he
helped her up and took her to the social area and sat on the couch,
pulling Sandy onto his lap. Sandy was intensely embarrassed, since Paul
had not let her get dressed. Yet that embarrassment made her pussy even
wetter, though she was not sure how it was possible for her pussy to
get any better.

Sandy sat there, zoning in and out, listening to the conversation with
half an ear, until she realized that they were talking about her.

"That was a very hot scene," someone said. "She really got into it."

"Yeah," Paul agreed, petting Sandy lovingly. "This is the first time
we've done something to that level. It was intense."

"Really? That was the first time? She's quite responsive."

"I know," Paul said with a smile, gently running his finger across her
bruised back. Paul grabbed a blanket and covered Sandy, and as the
conversation moved on to other things, she drifted in and out, pleased
and contented with where she was.

After a bit, Paul whispered, "Let's get up and see what else is going
on."

Sandy got up, pulling the blanket around her, less for modesty than
because she was chilled. They wandered past a room with a massage
table. The lights were off, and on the table was a heavyset lady. A man
next to her was wielding some sort of electrical device which looked
like one of those electrical globes that you see in science museums.
Sandy was quite scared of getting shocked like the woman on the table,
but the women seemed to be really enjoying it.

In another room, a woman lay on the floor while a man set her on fire.
He did it by running a flaming baton over her, though he followed it
with his hand and put out the flames, but there was no question that
she was on fire momentarily. Sandy was terrified of this fire play too,
but Paul seemed quite interested.

The passed the medical room just after a woman walked out. John, one of
the men that they'd been introduced to earlier, was standing by the
table putting some candles away. When he saw Paul and Sandy he beckoned
them over.

"How are you enjoying the night?" he asked genially.

"I'm loving it," Paul enthused. Turning to Sandy, he asked "What about
you?"

"Me too," Sandy said quietly. It was all so much for her.

"These really are a great group of people," John said. "If you have any
questions for anyone, just ask."

"I do have a couple, if you don't mind," Paul said.

"Shoot," John said, scraping some wax off of the table with a plastic
scraper.

"I saw someone lighting a woman on fire down the hall. How does he do
that?" Paul inquired.

"Ah, that would be Sam. He loves his fire play. He has skewers wrapped
in cotton, which he dips in rubbing alcohol and sets it on fire. When
he rubs it across someone's skin, the alcohol burns for a few moments
until it's used up, then the fire goes out, though he puts it out
himself if it doesn't. The short time it's on the skin does no damage,
though it does heat it up a little. If you keep going over the same
spot, it can get quite hot.

"Ask him later, and he'll demonstrate. If you want to play, he could
teach you. That's edge play, and you don't want to do it without
getting trained properly."

"What's edge play?" Sandy asked, too curious to remain silent.

"Well, little lady, edge play is pretty much what it says; play that's
on the edge. Basically, things that can cause damage if not done
correctly. Knife play, fire play, breath play  -" they're all edge
play. It really depends on the danger level. For instance, tying
someone up isn't edge play, but tying someone up and suspending them is
edge play, because if you don't know what you're doing, you can very
easily hurt your bottom badly."

"Oh," Paul murmured thoughtfully. "What about that buzzing light show
in the other room?"

"Oh, that's Cliff and his violet wand. That's much less edgy.
Basically, it's static electricity passing across or through your body.
It's pretty, and if you turn it up high enough it can give quite a zap,
but it's mostly harmless."

"What are you doing here?" Sandy asked curiously.

"I just had a wax scene," he replied.

"What's that?" Sandy asked.

"Want to find out?" John asked with a smile.

Sandy was nervous, but Paul was clearly up for it, so she nodded.

"OK, drop the blanket and climb up here," John said.

"Face down, or up?" Sandy asked.

"Down," John said.

When Sandy clambered up onto the table, John said, "On second thought,
it looks like your back already took quite a beating tonight. Let's do
the front."

Sandy turned over and John said, "The first thing I'm going to do is to
put lotion on your skin. That will help later when we need to peel it
off..."

John turned to Paul and asked, "Would you like to put the lotion on?"

"No, you do it," Paul said with glee in his voice.

Sandy's level of nervousness increased significantly. Knowing that
people could see her naked was scary enough. Now, for the first time in
a very long time, a man other than her husband was going to touch her
body. She shook a little as she felt John's hands touch her, but for a
big man, he had a very gentle touch. His hands were soothing, even when
they covered her breasts. He didn't tweak her nipples, but the touch of
his hand still caused her nipples to engorge, and the same thing
happened to her pussy.

When he was done, John asked, "Ready?"

Sandy wasn't completely sure, but she nodded anyway.

John picked up a ladle out of a crock pot and held it over her body. He
dipped his finger in, both to check that it wasn't too hot and to
reassure Sandy that it wouldn't scald her. He smiled comfortingly at
her as he slowly let the wax drip onto her stomach.

There was an initial sharp pain as the hottest part of the wax landed,
then she felt a warmth spreading over the area. Sarah compared the
feeling with the one that her mother had felt when she was being
flogged, and she was amazed at the similarity between the two very
different tortures.

John poured some more, and he invited Paul to join him. He grinned
again as he dripped a thin stream directly onto Sandy's hard nipples.

"Is this just a melted candle?" Paul asked.

"No, but it could be. You just have to be careful, because different
candles have different melting points. Some can cause burns. Make sure
you test it on a small area first! This is a religious candle mixed in
with paraffin. As soon as we have her covered properly with this, we'll
start using different color candles."

They continued pouring wax on her, and to Sandy, it was amazingly
relaxing. The heat, sharp at points, spreading through her body,
relaxed her more than she thought possible. John and Paul alternately
dripped wax and ran hands along her body. They covered her chest, and
then true to his word, John pulled out some candles of different colors
and they started making patterns on her.

"Now that she has a base of wax, we can use these, which burn a little
hotter. The wax that's there will protect her," John explained.

They continued for quite a while, and Sandy became more and more
relaxed. By the time they were done, Sandy was actually dozing.

"Would you like a picture before we peel it off?" John asked.

"Umm," Paul wasn't sure he wanted pictures of his wife kicking around
the internet.

"Don't worry, I'll just send it to you and then delete it. You can even
watch me do it," John reassured.

"OK," Paul agreed. The designs on his wife were quite lovely, and he
knew that she couldn't see it from her position, especially considering
that her eyes were closed.

"Give me a minute, I just need to clear it with the DM," John said.
"Stay here with her. I'll be right back."

John left, and Paul gently stroked Sandy. She wasn't asleep, and she
had heard John's offer, but she didn't have the energy or desire to
argue. She quite enjoyed the gentle touch of Paul's hands on her body.
A couple of minutes later, John returned with another man trailing
behind.

"This is DragonHeart, the DM on duty tonight," John introduced. Paul
and Sandy had been briefly introduced by Aurora.

"We generally don't allow pictures, for the sake of people's privacy,
but if you consent to it, I'll allow John to take some."

"I'd like that," Paul affirmed.

"OK, then. Just keep the camera in here." DragonHeart moved to stand by
the door while John got a bag and pulled out an SLR. He stood on a chair
and took a couple of dozen pictures from different angles. When he was
done, he popped out his laptop and fired it up. Paul watched as he
downloaded the pictures and erased them off his camera. John sent the
pictures via email to Paul, then conscientiously deleted the mail from
his sent folder and from the disk, and emptied all the trash bins. When
he was done, they went back to Sandy and started peeling the wax off.

To Sandy, the feeling of the wax coming off was almost as sensual as
the feeling of it going on. They peeled off quite a bit with their
fingers, then they took knobbly washcloths and scrubbed the remainder
off. When they were done, Sandy didn't want to get up, but it was
getting late. John offered the shower in the back, but Sandy decided to
shower when she got home instead. The couple went around and said good
bye to the people they had met, and they headed out.

Before Sarah disconnected, she could feel the contentment radiating
from Sandy, and she knew that her parents would definitely be going
back to the dungeon. Sarah woke up, but Seth was still in a dream
state. She waited another twenty minutes, amused when she saw Seth's
cock getting harder. He began moaning in his sleep, and she was quite
surprised when he uttered a low groan and his cock started spurting all
over his stomach.

When he woke up five minutes later, she was smiling at him and asked,
"What was that about?"

"When did you wake up?" he asked.

"When they left the club," Sarah said.

"Oh, well Dad got a blow job on the way home. Mom must have really
liked it."

"Oh, she did," Sarah affirmed. Both kids were quite pleased with the
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Chapter 17


About a week into the break, Sarah got a phone call from Betty.

"Hi, Betty! How's your break going?" asked Sarah, happy to hear from
her roommate.

"Pretty good," Betty replied. "A bit lonely. How are you doing? And
how's Seth?"

"I'm fine," Sarah answered. "I think that Seth is getting better all
the time. He's worked through a lot of the issues, and he seems to be
coming out of it okay. I think he needs to get laid," she giggled, only
half joking.

"I'll volunteer," Betty responded brightly.

"Of course you would, you slut! But volunteer or not, if I want it,
you'll do it," Sarah said with a chuckle.

Betty didn't chuckle. "Yes, I will," she said seriously.

"Are you sure that everything is OK?" Sarah asked.

"Um," Betty started.

"You are not going to begin hiding things from me, are you?" Sarah
demanded. "Tell me what's wrong!"

"Please, Sarah, tell me to do something," uttered Betty quietly.

"What?" Sarah asked, confused.

"I miss you," Betty blurted out. "I miss having you telling me what to
do. Please give me an order."

Sarah was quiet for a minute, considering what to have Betty do. Then
she said, "I need to think about this for a little while. Do you have
some time for yourself, right now?"

"Yes," Betty whimpered with a catch in her voice.

"OK, while I'm thinking, you masturbate. I don't want you to stop until
I call you back, even if you cum twenty times. Got it?"

"Yes, Sarah," Betty replied with a relieved tone in her voice.

After she hung up, she thought about what to have Betty do. Then it
came to her in a brainstorm. She let Betty stew in her own juices, so
to speak, for a few more minutes then she called back.

"Hello," Betty panted as she answered her phone.

"I've thought of what I want you to do," Sarah announced.

"What?" Betty asked eagerly.

"Well first, I want to hear you cum," Sarah demanded.

"OH, yes!" Betty moaned, cumming almost instantly at the pleasure of
Sarah's command.

"OK, for the longer term, I want you to take those long sexy nipples of
yours and get them pierced," Sarah said.

"What!" Betty exclaimed.

"Little hoops that I can put chains through and lead you around by,"
Sarah continued, ignoring Betty. "Something that people will see under
your shirt and think, 'That slut has pierced nipples'. I think that
your nipples are perfect for it."

"Ohhhhh," Betty groaned.

"Every night I want you to touch them," Sarah directed. "Not too much
at the beginning; I don't want you getting infected. But you'd better
be ready to cum by my pulling on them when we're back in my room. Do
you understand?"

"Yes, Sarah," Betty moaned.

"Call me after they're done," Sarah instructed. "I can't wait to see
them. And let me hear you cum for me again."

Once again, Sarah did not have long to wait.

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When Sarah walked into her dorm room after break, Betty was already
there, sitting at her desk. Betty stood up, her back to Sarah. She was
wearing her dorm skirt, and nothing else. Sarah could see her take a
deep breath, then she turned around.

"Oh my god, they look great!" Sarah gushed, and indeed they did.
Betty's nipples had always protruded significantly, and the rings now
attached to the base of the nipples assured that they would be erect
even more frequently.

Betty just stood there as Sarah rushed over and took the rings in her
fingers. "Are they fully healed?" she asked.

"Yes, Sarah," Betty replied.

"How do they feel?" Sarah asked.

"They've made my nipples even more sensitive," Betty responded.

"How is that possible?" Sarah asked. "You'd practically cum when I
played with them before."

"You'll see," replied Betty.

"Right now!" Sarah exclaimed. She pushed Betty down onto the bed and
straddled her, taking a nipple ring into her mouth and sucking. Betty
gasped sharply.

"Tell me if I hurt you!" Sarah insisted.

"I'll let you know when you hurt me too much," Betty assured her lovely
roommate.

After only thirty seconds Betty rasped, "Sarah, if you touch my clit
I'll cum! Please!"

Sarah looked up at Betty and promised her, "If you cum from me just
playing with your tits, I'll let you eat me." Then she twisted the ring
in her mouth and Betty came, screaming

"Good girl," Sarah praised her little slave, swinging around so that
she was straddling Betty's head, facing her legs. She hiked up her
skirt and pushed her panties to the side, then she shoved her pussy
over Betty's mouth. As soon as she felt Betty's tongue dart into her
twat, she leaned forward and started lapping at Betty's dripping pussy.
In no time, Betty was cumming again, and Sarah was giving Betty her own
liquid treat.

When she was finished cumming, Sarah collapsed on Betty, then rolled
off of her, breathing heavily. Betty slowly pulled herself up and
turned around, resting her head on Sarah's chest. Sarah started gently
stroking Betty's hair. "Thanks, I needed that," Betty whispered.

"Me too," Sarah admitted. "Though I didn't realize how much."

A few minutes later Sarah felt moisture on her chest. She pulled
Betty's head up and she realized that Betty was crying. "What's wrong?"
asked Sarah.

"I'm scared," Betty replied.

"Scared of what?" Sarah asked.

"I'm scared of how much I need you," Betty wailed. "It hurt when I
wasn't with you for the last month. I even slept on the floor at home.
I know that you're having fun with me, but it means more to me, and I
don't know what's going to happen at the end of the year."

"Oh, darling," Sarah said. "I'm sorry. Don't you realize that I'm not
just having fun with you? I love you! I mean, I know we're not exactly
girlfriends, but I value what we have. I can't promise you that
everything will always be OK; I have seen too many friends whose
parents were together for years and years, and then they just couldn't
work it out, but what we have is not something casual. I don't know
what's going to happen over the summer or next year, but right now I
can't see being without you."

"Really?" Betty asked fearfully.

"Really," Sarah reassured quietly. She grabbed the D-ring in the front
of Betty's collar and said, "I didn't give you this for nothing."

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" Betty said, kissing all over Sarah's face.
"I don't know how I could go back to regular dating."

"Yeah, I can imagine the first date," Sarah said laughing. "You bring
him back to your place and say, 'tie me up and have your way with me'!"

"You never tie me up," Betty said with a pout.

"My oversight, soon to be corrected," Sarah told her with a little
kiss.

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Chapter 18


Seth was still not completely back to normal when the semester started.
He had already started shifting his class load heavily in the direction
of psychology. At night, Seth avoided visiting to a large extent. His
experience with Jerome made him leery of getting into anyone else's
mind, because he did not know if he could help them at this time, and
he wasn't sure if he was at a point where he could take not being able
to help.

Seth's love life was also reduced. In his first semester, he had used
his ability to find women and discover how to get them. Seth didn't
bother doing this anymore, and for the most part didn't go to bars or
other social gatherings, so his ability to meet women was significantly
impaired. Even those women that had been with him previously that and
wanted encore performances were rejected because Seth was starting to
feel guilty about the way he used his gift. However four events
conspired to pull Seth out of his doldrums.

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One Friday afternoon, Seth walked into his dorm room and discovered
Betty on his bed. She didn't get up when he walked in because she could
not. Her arms were wrapped in rope, bound together from elbow to wrist,
and her calves were similarly bound. She was wearing a blindfold and a
ball gag, and there was a note safety-pinned through her left nipple
ring.

"Sarah!" Seth sighed in exasperation. He unclipped the safety pin from
her nipple ring, opened the note and read it.

Dear Seth,

I told you before that you needed to get laid. Well, so does my little
friend here. She's been greased in the back, and I'm fairly sure that
she's well lubricated up front as well. Please use her well, then
return her to me in the morning. Just remember, she needs it too.

XOXOXO

p.s. She seems to like it rougher lately, so please make her happy

p.p.s I'm probably asleep right this minute!

Seth looked at Betty for a moment. He had gone without a girl for quite
a while, and he was starting to miss it. He felt the same twinges of
guilt looking at Betty as he did with the other girls he had seduced,
but he knew for a certainty if they told Betty what they had done, she
wouldn't give a fig; she loved the relationship she had, and she didn't
want it to end. He was torn between his self-imposed celibacy and his
nature-imposed horniness.

After much waffling back and forth, he thought, "What the hell!" After
all, he was a horny teenager who hadn't had sex in quite a while (by
his standards, at least), and there was a very willing girl in front of
him. Not only that, but given that he didn't feel his sister in his
mind, her hint probably meant that she was visiting with Betty, but she
had forgotten one thing.

She had probably tied up Betty because that is what Betty wanted, but
all Sarah had when riding along with Betty were Betty's senses. Seth
flipped Betty over and hung her legs off the side of his bed. Then he
pulled out his MP3 player (courtesy of Sarah) and put the ear plugs on
Betty's ears, with a song selection that would probably annoy the hell
out of his sister. Sometimes he just had an evil streak. Finally, he
stripped off and stood behind Betty, admiring her for a few minutes,
letting the anticipation build.

Without touching Betty in any way, Seth positioned himself behind her
and then with one long thrust, he buried himself in her rectum. Betty
gasped and moaned, pulling at the ropes. Seth remembered when he had
tied his sister down, and decided that maybe Betty's wishes weren't the
only reason that Sarah had tied her up.

Seth started stroking in and out, reaching under Betty to twist her
nipples. He could hear her moan and feel her anus squeezing over his
cock. He stood back up and slapped her ass. Betty grunted, then pushed
her ass up higher. He slapped her ass again, then did it on every
downstroke. Seth reached over and unfastened the gag and removed the
headphones.

Once it was off, Betty moaned, "Harder, spank me harder. Squeeze my
nipples harder!" Seth complied, and managed to bring Betty off just
moments after he had filled her with his cum.

Seth pulled slowly out and watched her ass close, his cum dripping out
of her. His knees were weak, so he sat at his desk and looked over at
Betty. He left her tied up and went to the bathroom to clean himself
off. He came back in and shifted Betty around. He stretched her hands
above her head and tied them to his bed frame. Then he unwrapped the
ropes around her legs and used them to stretch her legs towards each
end of his bed. Finally, he got up and played with his new toy.

Seth hadn't seen her nude since she had the rings put on, so he
examined them closely.

"How do you like them?" Seth asked.

"I love them," Betty gushed. "They make my nipples hard all the time.
It makes me feel like such a slut. Plus they give me the most intense
feelings!"

"Has Sarah led you around by them yet?" Seth asked.

"Not yet," Betty replied.

"I'm sure she'll remedy that shortly," Seth said, mostly to his sister.

He started twisting the rings and inquired, "How hard do you like it?"

"I can take it harder than that," Betty replied, looking Seth straight
in the eyes. Seth kept it up, pulling harder until Betty reached her
limit and screamed.

"Are you going to fuck me soon?" she gasped.

"I need a little help first," Seth answered, moving up to straddle her
shoulders. He pulled her head up and dropped his cock into her open
mouth. She was very eager and very good, and well before she cooled off
any, Seth was rock hard. He slipped down between her legs and pushed
very, very slowly into her dripping inferno.

Seth continued to move slowly, occasionally tweaking one of Betty's
nipples, while the whole time Betty was begging, "Harder! Harder!"

Seth started building speed, and soon he was slamming into Betty on
each downstroke. "I'm cumming!" Betty yelled after a particularly
perfect grind on her clit. Betty kept cumming for the next five
minutes, until Seth reached his limit and filled her again.

Seth collapsed on top of Betty, who was virtually completely out of it.
She kept muttering, "No more. No more."

Seth rolled over and snuggled next to her, but she was already asleep.
Seth fell asleep soon as well, but he woke up in the middle of the
night. He looked over at the bound girl sleeping next to him and he
remembered Sarah's instructions. He unfastened her hands from the bed,
then did the same for her legs, tying them together again at her
ankles. Seth covered her with a blanket and picked her up.

Seth made his way to the elevator with the sleeping girl in his arms.
He managed to get off on Sarah's floor and unlock the girls' door while
still balancing Betty in his arms, all the while managing to avoid
running across anyone who might ask awkward questions - though he
suspected he wasn't the first person to carry an unconscious girl
through the hallways. He walked in and saw that Sarah was lying naked
on top of her covers, her hand resting on her crotch. He placed Betty
on her little nest and left her covered up, then he walked over and sat
down next to his sister.

"Hey Sarah," he said. She stirred and opened her eyes. She glanced down
and saw that she was still nude, but she didn't do anything about it.

"Was it good for you?" he asked her.

"A little too rough for me," Sarah told him.

"Then don't ride along with your slave," he told her. "She seems to
like it that way." He kissed her forehead. "Thanks sis. I've returned
your toy. She's still tied up, so you might want to deal with that in
the morning. Nite."

As Seth was on the elevator going down to his floor he realized that
his sister had been right. He had needed to get laid.



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Chapter 19


The second event that brought Seth further out of his funk was meeting
a girl. Seth had been a virgin until college, and ever since then all
the girls that he'd fucked had been seduced under the influence, as it
were. So when Seth locked eyes with the stunning redhead across the
cafeteria, he wasn't sure what to do. He had never seen her before, but
there was an immediate attraction.

At first he wrote it off, because she was beautiful enough that he was
sure that most guys, and probably most girls, would be immediately
attracted to her as well. But throughout the meal, she kept meeting his
eyes, so after he was done, he walked over to her table. She was sitting
with some friends, but she seemed to be ignoring them as she watched him
walk over.

Seth sat down at the table across from her and held out his hand. "Hi,
I'm Seth."

One of the girl's friend said, "So?"

The girl took his hand, and they held them rather than shaking. "I'm
Giselle," she said with a slight accent.

"Would you like to go out with me tonight?" Seth invited.

"OK," Giselle replied.

"Giselle!" her friend exclaimed.

"Meet you at the student center at eight?" Seth asked.

"That would be nice," Giselle responded.

"I'll see you then," Seth confirmed, getting up after very reluctantly
releasing her hand. As he walked away, he heard her friends asking
Giselle if she had lost her mind. He considered his mind as well. It
was certainly not like him to just walk up to a girl, not knowing
anything about her, and ask her out. He couldn't figure out why he did
it, why he thought she'd accept, or why she accepted. But she did, and
he was happy about that.

That night Seth met up with Giselle in the student center, where they
grabbed a seat and didn't leave. They talked about their pasts and let
the conversation roam where it wanted. After about three hours, Seth
asked, "Is this weird?"

"Is what weird?" replied Giselle.

"Why did you say yes to going out with me?" Seth asked.

"I'm not sure," Giselle answered. "I just know that when I saw you, I
wanted to get to know you better."

"Me too," Seth admitted. "I never believed in love at first sight, but
I definitely felt an attraction at first sight! And I've never been
this comfortable with anyone, other than my sister, especially not a
total stranger!"

"Then I agree with you, it is weird," Giselle said. "I feel the same
way."

Seth felt a little nibble of suspicion. "Look, I really like you," he
said. "Can we take this a little slow? Maybe dinner and a movie
tomorrow night?"

"Did you think that I would immediately take you into my bed?" Giselle
asked playfully.

"I thought that might happen," Seth replied.

"Well, it might have," Giselle said with a smile. "You're certainly
cute enough, and I like you a lot. But OK, tomorrow a dinner. And not
student center food!"

Seth walked Giselle back to her dorm. The reason he hadn't seen her
around was that she lived across campus, and had only been in his
cafeteria that morning because she had been visiting with friends.
Friends who didn't understand the instant attraction.

Seth kissed her at the door, a light kiss, though he had to fight not
to make it something more. He left, practically skipping, and headed
back to his dorm. Instead of proceeding to his room, he went to
Sarah's. It was late, so he let himself in with his key. In the dim
light from outside, he saw Betty sleeping in her little nest at the
foot of the bed and Sarah sleeping under the covers.

Seth slipped off his shoes and slipped into bed next to Sarah, taking a
moment to notice that she was naked.

"Sarah?" he whispered.

"Mmmm?" she asked sleepily.

"I need to talk to you," he said quietly.

Sarah opened her eyes and saw him lying with her, and she snuggled up
onto him. "What's up?" she asked in a low tone, to avoid waking up
Betty.

"Did you do anything in my head? Did you change something once when you
visited?"

"No!" Sarah hissed. "You know I wouldn't do that!"

"The weirdest thing happened today," Seth told her. "I saw this girl
from across the cafeteria, and I was drawn to her. I went over to her
and asked her out tonight and she agreed! We met and talked for hours,
and I'm telling you, it was like love at first sight for both of us!

"I thought about what we did to some people, and maybe it was like that
for them, too. That's why I was wondering if you hadn't picked her out
for me and given us each an attraction for each other."

"Maybe it really was just love at first sight?" Sarah speculated. "I
need to meet this mystery woman, pronto!"

"I'm having dinner with her tomorrow, or rather, tonight," Seth said.

"I'm inviting myself and Betty along then," Sarah said.

"I don't think she'll mind; she's interested in meeting you, too, I'll
let her know later," Seth yawned sleepily.

"Mmmmm, I like this," Sarah said, snuggling deeper into Seth. "Stay."

Soon they were both asleep. When Betty got up first in the morning, she
was surprised to see the two of them in bed together. At first she
smirked, thinking they had finally done it, but then she realized that
Seth was still wearing his clothes. She woke them both up, and they got
up without embarrassment. Seth went back to his room to change, and the
girls got ready for their day.

Seth called Giselle's cell during the day to tell her where he was
planning to take her to eat, and he confirmed that she was OK with her
Sarah and Betty joining.

"Not even on a real date yet, and already you're having me meet the
family?" she joked.

"My sister is closer to me than anyone in the world," Seth said. "When
I told her how I felt about you, she insisted that she meet with you."

"And how do you feel about me?" Giselle asked soberly.

Seth mused the correct answer for a minute, then said, "Strongly."

"Interesting answer," Giselle said with a grin in her voice.

"The best you get after knowing you for only four hours," Seth replied.

"OK, we can have dinner with her," Giselle declared.

Seth had decided to do it right, and he made reservations at a
reasonably upmarket place; he relished the excuse to see them dress up.
When Seth went to get Sarah and Betty, he quite enjoyed the view. They
were both wearing short black dresses, and both looked fabulous.

They went down to the parking lot and got in the car, the girls in the
back seat. Seth drove over to pick up Giselle. She was waiting for him
in the lobby, and he got a hug and kiss. She was wearing a green dress
that set off the color of her hair. It dropped halfway between her hips
and knees, and the top showed off more cleavage than Seth had realized
she had.

They went outside and Seth held open the door for Giselle. As soon as
she got in, she turned to the back seat to introduce herself to Sarah
and Betty.

"I can tell that you're Sarah," Giselle said, holding out her hand.
"I'm Giselle."

"Hi Giselle, nice to meet you," Sarah responded cordially. "I've heard
quite a bit about you."

"When?" Giselle asked.

"Last night, after he left you, Seth came to see me," Sarah told her.
"Don't worry, it was all good."

"That's a relief," Giselle sighed. "Seth speaks quite highly of you,
too."

Seth had just slipped into the driver's side in time to hear that
comment, as well as Sarah's reply of, "He'd better!"

Sarah then turned to indicate Betty and announced, "Giselle, this is my
roommate Betty."

"Pleased to meet you," Betty said.

They chatted lightly until they got to the restaurant. Once there, Seth
helped each of the girls out of the car, and they went in together.

"There are a lot of jealous guys in here," Sarah whispered.

"Why?" Seth asked.

"Well, you are here with three very hot ladies," Giselle said
immodestly. "They're all wondering if you are doing all three of us."

Seth colored slightly, and Giselle smirked at him.

"He's so easy to embarrass," Sarah laughed.

"You're still not too old to put over my knee, young lady!" Seth
growled with mock indignation.

"Young lady, hah!" Sarah exclaimed. "He's two minutes older than me and
he thinks that makes him the boss of me!"

They sat down to a lovely dinner, and each of them got to know the
other. Seth learned more about Giselle, and Sarah was brutal sharing
details about a younger, geekier Seth. Betty stayed fairly quiet
throughout the meal, only piping in when asked a question. They stayed
at their table until the restaurant staff made them leave, so they
could close.

Seth dropped off his sister and her slave, then drove to Giselle's
dorm. "Walk with me," Giselle entreated, not wanting the night to end.

They started walking, holding each other's hands, in quiet speculation.
Then Giselle observed, "You really love your sister, don't you?"

"More than anything," Seth said without hesitation. "Sometimes I feel
like we're the same person. She's the most important person in the
world to me."

"She feels the same way about you," Giselle noted. "I hope she liked
me, because if she thinks that I'm not good enough for you, I think
I'll be in real trouble."

"Don't worry, she liked you," Seth assured the pretty girl beside him.

"How can you be sure?" she asked.

"I know my sister," Seth said confidently.

"Well, you may have a conflict of interest here, but I'll have to trust
you on that," Giselle said.

They continued along quietly for a few more minutes, then Giselle
asked, "What's up between Sarah and Betty?"

"What do you mean?" Seth asked.

"Well, they're not quite romantic girlfriends, but they are definitely
lovers," Giselle opined. "Sarah is definitely in control of that
relationship, and you've slept with Betty, too."

"Why do you think that?" Seth asked, surprised and flustered.

"Because I'm observant," Giselle said.

"What exactly did you observe?" Seth asked.

"I saw the way that Betty looked at Sarah," Giselle began. "At first I
thought that she had a huge crush on your sister, but the way that
Sarah acted, the looks and touches that she gave Betty; it was clear
that they were intimate. I don't know if there is some kind of hero
worship, or something else, but Betty has it bad for your sister, and
she'd do absolutely anything for her."

"And how does my sister feel about Betty?" Seth asked Giselle.

"She cares for Betty, but in a different way," Giselle continued. "I
can't quite put my finger on it, but it's more proprietary than loving.
That's why I think they're not just girlfriend/girlfriend."

"And Betty and me?" Seth asked.

"Again, the way that she looked at you, like she'd jump you in a second
if she had the chance," Giselle said. "She's really quite transparent.
Again, it might only be lust from afar, but you looked at her in a way
that made it clear that you understood exactly what she was feeling.
You wouldn't have known that unless you'd been intimate with her."

They walked silently again. "So how'd I do?" Giselle asked a short time
later.

"Remarkably well," Seth acknowledged. "You are most perceptive."

More silence.

"Does it bother you?" Seth inquired.

"What?" Giselle said.

"Betty and me," Seth clarified.

"Not as much as your sister and you," Giselle replied.

Seth bristled at the thought of Giselle trying to separate him from his
sister. Giselle caught the feeling and quickly said, "It's just that I'm
not worried that Betty would steal your affections. I mean, I'm sure
she'd make a great fuck buddy, but she'd never be your one and only.
Your sister, on the other hand, I'd always be competing with her."

There was silence for a bit longer, and Seth began to mourn a beautiful
relationship that had died before it could really begin.

Then Giselle continued, "It's a good thing that I'm not a jealous
woman. If I were, I couldn't deal with you loving your sister more than
you loved me. Luckily, I am firmly of the belief that there is not one
love for each person, that a person is capable of boundless love, and
the love for one does not reduce the love for another."

Hope soared in Seth. He stopped and turned to face Giselle, taking both
of her hands in his. "Do you mean that? Do you really mean that?"

"Yes, Seth, I do," she said. "I'm not saying that I believe in open
relationships and that if we go out, I don't care who you fuck. But I
do believe that there can be more than one special person in one's
life, and if I tried to keep you from yours, it would just make you
resent me. I can love you, even knowing that you love others."

Seth just looked at her for a little bit, then slowly moved closer for
a kiss. The kiss was sweet and long, but soon it went from sweet to
passionate. Giselle broke off the kiss and said, "Let's go up!"

Seth looked around and realized that they had walked all the way back
to his dorm. They went in and were all over each other in the elevator.
Their pledge of going slowly went right to hell as Seth entered Giselle
before their clothes even came off.

As soon as they were in the room, Seth pushed Giselle up against the
back of the door. While he was kissing her deeply, running his hands
all over her body, Giselle's hands were busy with the buttons of Seth's
pants. In no time she had pushed his pants down to his ankles, his
underwear soon following. Seth groaned as her hand squeezed his cock
tightly. Seth reached under her skirt and found nothing put pussy.

"You hussy!" he hissed breathlessly.

"I know," she agreed. "Now fuck me!"

Seth grabbed Giselle by the ass and lifted her. Giselle wouldn't remove
her hand from his dick until she had guided it into herself and her hand
would no longer fit between them. Seth pushed Giselle against the door,
trapping her between it and his body. She didn't seem to mind. Their
first coupling was wild and animalistic; rutting rather than making
love.

"I'm ... going ... to ... cum ... soon," Seth grunted, hammering into
her.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" she encouraged.

Seth did it, and managed to keep stroking despite his overly-sensitive
dick until he brought Giselle off as well. Then he tiredly dropped to
the floor, carefully pulling Giselle on top of him. He couldn't keep
his cock in her while performing the maneuver, and Giselle groaned in
disappointment as he popped out. The both lay panting for a few
minutes.

Their initial lust satisfied, they slowly undressed each other and
spent a significant amount of time getting to know each others' bodies.
Seth spent a lot of time with his mouth all over Giselle's body. He felt
such a strong pull to her that he wanted to get to know her inch by
inch. He kissed down her front, around her neck and over her breasts.
Giselle's breasts proved to be as round and firm as Sarah's, though her
nipples were much lighter, just a tinge of blush.

As he continued his trip down, he licked her flat stomach, dipping his
tongue in her naval and getting a pulling a little giggle from her. He
kissed and licked both hips, sucking on them as she hissed in pleasure.
Her pubic hair matched the color of the hair on her head, and her pussy
lips were soft, wet and large. She had a long clit that she loved to
have sucked, and she was multi-orgasmic, but Seth wouldn't find that
out until later, because he only spent a small amount of time there
before moving on. He kissed down her thighs and calves, nibbling at her
ankles and sucking her toes.

When he reached the bottom, he had the lovely girl flip over, and he
worked his way in reverse. The back of her knees were ticklish, and she
squirmed under him as he played with that spot. He loved biting the
crease where her ass met her thighs, and Giselle had no complaints
about the teeth marks that he left. He licked up her back, and as he
reached her neck she arched her hips. With only a little wriggling,
Seth was able to plant his cock in her pussy. He stroked in and out,
most of his weight crushing her oh so deliciously into the bed. After
nibbling on her neck he got up on his knees, pulling her hips back with
him so that he could get even deeper. He reached forward and wrapped her
hair in his fist and pulled, making her arch her back even more and push
her ass tightly into him. It was at this point that Seth learned that
Giselle was multi-orgasmic, which she demonstrated over and over again
until he collapsed onto her back, his cock oozing out of her,
accompanied by their copious juices.

After this second go-around, Seth realized that he didn't have advance
knowledge of Giselle's fantasies and sexual appetites. He also realized
that Giselle was the first girl, other than Betty, that he fucked
blindly, without preparation. Nevertheless, Seth performed admirably,
and for the rest of the night, Giselle was quite vocal in encouraging
him to do the things that she liked. It was very early in the morning
when they finally collapsed in exhaustion.

The sun was already up when the door opened and Sarah walked in with a
tray of food, Betty following along behind her carrying the drinks,
wearing her short skirt and 'Slut' tee shirt and her collar with tag.
Seth stirred and sat up, covering Giselle's exposed breasts and shaking
her gently.

"We thought you might be hungry," Sarah chimed.

"What made you think that we'd be together here?" Seth asked.

"Please, I'm not stupid! I could see the way that you were looking at
each other. Besides, you didn't come and see me, which I'm sure you
would have had you not been otherwise occupied. That, plus the fact
that you don't have a roommate, and I thought it was a pretty safe bet
that I'd find you here."

"Your sister is quite perceptive as well," Giselle chuckled. She sat
up, and the blanket fell to her waist.

Sarah took a look and unashamedly said, "Nice! You did good, bro." Seth
just blushed.

Sarah and Betty had brought enough food for the four of them, and they
sat down on the bed, unconcerned about the others' nudity or the smell
of sex in the air. Giselle, likewise, was unbothered, sitting and
gabbing while she ate.

Seth, on the other hand, was beside himself. His sister was sitting on
the bed, chatting with his naked girlfriend, and he was naked as well,
with a piss hard-on tenting the blanket.

"Um, I need to go to the bathroom," Seth muttered.

"You go, we'll entertain Giselle," Sarah said dismissively, and Betty
smirked.

Seth got up with as much dignity as he could, considering his cock was
sticking out at a right angle to his body. He grabbed a robe, but
before he could put it on Giselle said to the other girls, "Nice and
big, and he can use it too, right?"

"Oh yeah," Betty said fondly, and Sarah snorted in laughter as Betty
turned red at her tacit admission.

Seth escaped the room, and Giselle said, "Don't worry, I'm not jealous
of you." Then she regarded Sarah and added, "Much."

"You don't mind our barging in?" asked Sarah.

"Not at all," Giselle responded. "I told Seth last night. I know that
he loves you, and that will never change, but I think that he might be
able to love me as well."

"I think he already does," Sarah said.

Giselle just smiled.

"You know, I'm not sleeping with Seth," Sarah informed Giselle matter
of factly.

"It doesn't bother me one way or the other," Giselle replied. "I can
tell that the two of you are extremely close."

"We are, but I've never even played with his cock," Sarah went on.
"Actually, that's not true. When we were seven we played doctor. It was
much smaller then."

"I'll bet," Giselle tittered.

"As you heard, Seth has had Betty," Sarah continued. "She enjoyed it
quite a bit."

Betty blushed again.

"If last night was typical, then that doesn't surprise me," Giselle
said.

Seth returned and sat on the bed, his robe firmly tied around his
waist. He ate the food that the girls had brought, then said to
Giselle, "Damn, I forgot I left the car over at your dorm."

"Ah well, I guess I'll have to do the walk of shame in my crumpled
evening dress," Giselle lamented.

"Nonsense," Sarah contradicted. "Come up and get some clothes from me
while Seth goes and gets the car, and then he can drive you back."

"I'll take you up on the offer of clothes, but I'll walk back with
Seth," Giselle insisted.

Seth slipped on some clothes, his back modestly turned towards the
girls, and then they all trooped upstairs. Since their builds were
relatively the same, a tee shirt and a skirt from Sarah fit Giselle
fine. Sarah was being intentionally clever when she gave Giselle the
thin tee shirt, knowing that she didn't have a bra with her. Giselle
didn't seem to mind.

Seth noticed Giselle looking carefully around Sarah's room. Knowing how
perceptive she was, she might very well pick up on the furniture setup,
correlate it with the collar and tag, and come away with the correct
answer.

"It really was lovely meeting both of you," Giselle exclaimed, hugging
each of the girls in turn.

"I think we are going to become good friends," Sarah told her.

Seth walked Giselle out and towards her dorm.

"You know that I figured it out," she said.

"Figured what out," Seth replied, playing dumb.

Giselle gave him a don't-be-stupid look and said, "Your sister's
relationship with Betty."

"And that is?" Seth asked.

"Mistress, Domme, Owner," she declared. "I'm not exactly sure which,
but one applies."

Seth smiled. "She wasn't exactly trying to hide it. I think that means
that she feels you'll be around us a lot, and it's not worth trying to
keep secrets from you."

"I interpreted it that way as well, and I'm very happy for it," Giselle
said.

When they got to his car, he kissed Giselle good bye and drove back to
his dorm. He immediately went to Sarah's room, where the two girls were
waiting for him.

"Well?" he asked.

"You know the answer," Sarah said.

"Why were you flaunting your relationship?" he asked.

"She was going to figure it out soon anyway, so I figured I might as
well give it a head start. Besides, she's still new enough to embarrass
Betty, so it was an added benefit. When is she moving in?"

"We said we'd take it slow," Seth confided. "Of course, I hadn't
intended to sleep with her this fast either."

"Ha!" Sarah chortled. "She'll be moved in within a week."

"Betty, go to the common room and wait there until I come and get you,"
Sarah instructed.

"OK," Betty replied without complaint.

When she had left, Sarah asked, "Have you visited with her?"

"No, and I'm not planning to," Seth said firmly.

"I didn't think so," Sarah said. "That's why I did last night."

"You what!" Seth yelled. "You knew very well that I wouldn't have
wanted that."

"You're right, I did know that you wouldn't approve," Sarah responded
without apology. "But that's why I did it. Because you would be too
blinded by love to even try."

"I don't want to know what you found," Seth insisted.

"I know that too, but I'm still going to tell you some of it," Sarah
said. "You need to know.

"First of all, as you probably already figured out, I approve of her. I
didn't do a deep dive, but everything I saw I liked. She's an open and
honest girl. Second, I was there when she was telling you that she
could still love you if you loved me."

"Did you influence her in any way?" Seth accused.

"You know that I didn't," Sarah said calmly, accepting the state of
mind that her brother was in. "Her thinking was not impaired at all, so
I couldn't have if I wanted to, which I did not. But Seth, she was
thinking that we were sleeping together, and that Betty joins us, and
she is OK with that. In fact, she was thinking that she might like
joining us."

"What?" Seth said, sitting down hard.

"She knows we love each other, and not knowing our secret, it would be
easy to think that we were having sex. Especially after I barged in on
you this morning and didn't flinch at your nudity. I told her that we
weren't sleeping together, but she was honest when she said that she
wouldn't interfere with your love for me, even when she thought it was
more physical than it is."

Sarah paused for a moment, then said, "And to be honest, I wouldn't
kick her out of my bed either."

"Argh! I'm surrounded by devil women!" Seth said.

"And loving it!" Sarah snorted.

Sarah was right about the speed with which her brother and his new
girlfriend were moving, of course. Two days later Giselle moved into
Seth's room. She made it quite clear that Sarah and Betty were welcome
in the room absolutely any time at all. She and Seth went up to Sarah's
room quite a bit, too, and Betty was not allowed to dress for her, which
Giselle did not mind at all.



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Chapter 20

Things continued quite swimmingly for the new couple for the next few
weeks. Once her friends got to know Seth, they were perfectly OK with
him, even if they were not completely comfortable with the speed at
which Giselle had moved deeply into the relationship with Seth. Giselle
had also confirmed Sarah's prediction, and she and Sarah, as well as
Betty, became very good friends. So it wasn't entirely surprising when
a few weeks later as Seth and Giselle walked into their room together,
Giselle walked in first and squealed, "Yay! A present!"

Seth walked in and looked around her to the bed. There was Betty,
spread-eagle and tied down, looking very happy. Seth closed the door
while avoiding Giselle's clothes flying everywhere.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" Seth asked.

She turned around and looked at Seth like he had grown another head.
"What do you think I'm doing? Sarah gave us a present, and I'm
accepting it! I told you that I wouldn't kick either Sarah or Betty out
of bed, and I'm not going to go back on the now! I've thought that Betty
was wickedly sexy since practically the first moment I saw her, and the
very first thing that I'm going to do is eat her delicious looking
pussy. Incidentally, I'd really enjoy getting done from behind while
I'm doing that, though don't pound too hard, because I want to
concentrate on what I'm doing.

Without so much as a kiss on her lips, Giselle dropped between Betty's
legs and drilled her tongue into the bound girl. Over the last weeks,
as the pair got to know each other, Seth had learned that Giselle had
some experience with girls, and had no problem repeating that at some
point in the future. Seth just didn't realize that it would be quite so
soon in the future, and that he'd have such a great ringside seat. Bound
as she was, it was still not enough to keep Betty completely on the bed,
as she arched her back and pushed her crotch into Giselle's face.
Giselle grabbed Betty's hips and pushed them back on the bed as she
continued to pleasure her.

Seth watched them for a few moments, then started undressing. Giselle
had asked for something, and he had no problem giving her what he
needed. It was clear that Giselle had no issues with what she was
doing, and Betty sure as hell wasn't complaining, so he was game if
they were. Plus, Seth had never been in a threesome before. He'd had
Betty before, and his sister had as well, but they'd never done
anything together. Maria and Cecelia had both sucked him the same
night, but not at the same time. Seth found himself pondering that this
was quite an interesting situation.

Finding nothing wrong with his girlfriend's suggestion, Seth walked
behind her, lifted her hips and slotted himself into her moist pussy.
Careful not to disturb Giselle's activities, Seth started pumping
slowly in and out. He quite enjoyed the sights, the sounds, the smells
and the feel of everything around him, and he was definitely looking
forward to the taste as well. It truly was a feast for his senses.

Giselle ate Betty to a lovely orgasm while Seth stroked into her, then
she pulled away from Seth and crawled up Betty's body. When she was
pressed full length against the bound girl, she raised her hips and
said, "More, and harder now!"

"Yes, Ma'am," Seth replied, tossing off a little salute with his hand,
while other parts of him provided their own salute. The position wasn't
perfect, with his knees outside of Betty's hips, but he wasn't going to
let that stop him. Giselle started kissing Betty deeply as Seth started
pounding in to her. Giselle kept rubbing her clit on Betty's soft skin
while taking the thrusts from Seth, and soon she was on the verge of
cumming. Seth reached over and disconnected Betty's wrists, which she
promptly wrapped around Giselle, pulling her even closer as they
frantically kissed.

Giselle screamed into Betty's mouth as she came, then pulled away and
yelled to Seth, "Please don't cum! I would love to see you fuck Betty!"

Seth was close, but he stopped moving in time. He slowly pulled out,
and Giselle rolled over. Seth was too excited to wait, so he plunged
his cock into Betty.

"Don't worry about making her cum," Giselle said. "Just pump your cum
into her!"

Giselle rolled over onto Betty and stroked her hair. She softly told
Betty, "When he's done, I'm going to suck his cum out of you. It's been
quite a while since I've had a mixed cum drink. You'll give it to me,
won't you?"

"Yes!" Betty screamed as she came again. Moments later, Seth came as
well, providing the final ingredient for Giselle's cum cocktail.

Seth collapsed onto Betty, and Giselle let him lie there panting for a
few seconds before telling him, "Get off! I want my drink. And go let
Betty clean off your cock. She deserves a taste too.

Seth groaned, but did as Giselle said. When the eager Betty had cleaned
him off, he sat back and watched. Giselle was very conscientious about
getting Betty completely cleaned up, and Betty wholeheartedly approved
of her conscientiousness.

"So where's Sarah while we're doing this?" Giselle asked Betty while
resting her head on her thigh, taking the occasional swipe at her clit.

"She said that she was going to take a nap for a while, then she would
probably get a boy to come over nd scratch her itch," Betty said.

"Oh, a nap is it?" Seth said, looking at Betty in her eyes. "I really
hope that she enjoyed it!"

"So when Sarah has boys over, do you often share?" Giselle asked Betty.

Betty blushed and said, "I've joined her occasionally, and I always
clean up any messes."

"It's good to have someone to clean up messes," Giselle noted.

"Yes," Betty agreed, pushing her pussy up to Giselle. Giselle took the
hint and started working on her again. She pulled away momentarily and
said, "Suck him hard. We're not nearly done with him yet!"

By the time they were done with him, Seth collapsed into
unconsciousness.



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Chapter 21


The third event that improved Seth's outlook on life was a trip he made
out of town. He told Sarah that he needed the car for the day, but not
why, and he drove downstate. He had sweet-talked the address of
Jerome's parents from a sympathetic woman in the guidance office, and
he was going to pay them a visit.

He waited until the evening and knocked on the door. It was opened by a
tired looking woman,. "Are you Mrs. Dowell?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered. "Who are you?"

"I was a friend of Jerome's from school," Seth said.

"Oh," she replied with a little catch in her voice. "Is there something
that I can do for you?"

"Well, I wanted to give my condolences to you and Mr. Dowell, and I was
wondering if I could talk to you for a few minutes."

"Sure, come in," she invited. She showed him to the living room and
gestured to the couch. "Have a seat and I'll go get Zeke. Can I get you
a drink?"

"No, thank you," he said.

She left the room and was back a minute later with a man, presumably
Zeke. He looked like life had not treated him too well, or perhaps he
didn't treat himself well throughout his life.

"What do you want?" he asked brusquely.

"As I told your wife, first and foremost I wanted to give you my
condolences. I had become very close to Jerome over the last month of
his life, and I know that it must be a great loss to lose someone as
special as Jerome."

"Are you queer?" Zeke sneered.

"No, sir. I was his friend and I knew he was depressed," Seth
continued. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Jerome seemed
happier over the few months before his death, and I was shocked when he
took his own life. I was wondering if you knew of anything that could
have happened that could have pushed him over the edge like that?"

Mrs. Dowell looked sadly at her husband, but his response was far from
polite.

"Jerome always was a troubled boy. He never knew how good he had it,
and he couldn't mind his elders. I don't know why he did what he did,
but it didn't surprise me in the least."

"Do you know what might have happened, Mrs. Dowell?" Seth asked.

"I just answered your question!" Zeke interrupted before his wife could
say anything. "Was there anything else that you wanted?"

"No. Thank you very much, and once again, I'm sorry about your son."

Mrs. Dowell nodded, a tear in her eye, but her husband merely grunted
and showed Seth to the door.

Seth went out to his car and drove it just around the corner. He parked
the car, lowered his seat and tried to sleep. Jerome's father had the
look of a man who didn't go a day without alcohol. Seth's visit had
probably disturbed him enough that he would turn to drink, or at least
Seth hoped so.

Seth pondered his plan. He would first discover if Jerome's father was
as controlling and manipulative as he suspected, a suspicion bolstered
by actually meeting him. If his fears were true, he would influence him
into doing something fatal. Seth had never even considered killing
someone before  -" he'd never even had so much as a fist-fight in his
life -- but his blood boiled when he thought of Jerome, and he knew
that he was quite prepared to do it now. The world would be a better
place without Zeke Dowell.

Seth fell asleep, though he was so agitated it took him longer than he
had anticipated. He found Jerome's mother first. He started probing her
conscious mind, and he discovered that Mr. Dowell was getting ready to
go out drinking. She was scared, because that nice young man who had
been friends with Jerome had upset him, and when he got upset he drank
heavily, and when he drank heavily he became abusive. Then Seth dove
deeper.

Seth discovered that Zeke Dowell was an abusive man all around. There
were many fantasies of killing him in Mrs. Dowell's mind. He discovered
that Jerome was an only child, but that his mother had been pregnant
again. A fight with her husband had caused her to lose the baby, and in
the process the ability to have children. Mrs. Dowell had doted on
Jerome, but he was never good enough for his father.

A few minutes in her head cemented the image that Seth had of Zeke
Dowell.

Seth broke off and quickly found Mr. Dowell's mind, just before he left
his home. He hoped that he wasn't going far enough to take him out of
Seth's range. As Zeke drove to the bar, Seth examined his mind. His
surface thoughts were roiling anger at the insolent prick who had come
asking questions about that no-good dead son of his. But upon a deeper
search of Zeke's memories, Seth was horrified.

Seth spent a long time in Zeke's mind; he got lucky and Zeke stopped at
a bar well within range, a place where he was clearly a regular. If Zeke
had been a bad father, Zeke's father was a monster. He had abused Zeke
horribly, physically, emotionally, and in some ways, sexually,
instilling in him a sense of might makes right and the strong belief
that a woman's place was under a man's thumb. It was no surprise that
Zeke had turned out the way that he did. However under all of that was
still a scared child, terribly disgusted by what he had become.

Though he would never admit it, least of all to himself, Zeke blamed
himself for his son's death. If Seth did nothing, Zeke would soon do it
to himself, not by committing suicide overtly, but by the reckless
behavior that he was finding himself practicing more and more.

Seth backed off for a minute, his initial desire for vengeance somewhat
dulled. He knew that he couldn't let things stand as they were, however
in some ways he no longer blamed Zeke quite so much. He had another
thought, then dove into Zeke's mind again. He found what he was looking
for, and by that time Zeke was in just the right condition; drunk enough
to be suggestible, yet not so pickled as to be incoherent.

Seth created some memories, and then released them, so that to Zeke it
was if he had just experienced them. Zeke was not a strongly religious
man, but he believed in God, and Zeke made sure he thought that God
believed in him.

"Stop this behavior, Zeke!" the voice thundered in his head.

Zeke looked around, trying to figure out what was happening.

"You know very well what is happening, Zeke," the voice thundered
again.

"God?" Zeke asked.

"Maybe not the God that you're thinking of, but that is close enough
for the purposes of this discussion."

"What do I need to stop?" Zeke asked, firmly believing what the voice
was telling him. He just sensed that it was what it said it was.

"I have looked into your soul, Zeke, and I know that though there is
much evil, some good still remains. I know there is a child inside of
you that is not as corrupted as the man that you have become. Your
father was an evil man, Zeke. You know that, I know that, and now that
he is dead, he certainly knows that. However you have time to save
yourself!

"You know that the behaviors that you indulge in are wrong. You must
treat your fellow man with kindness, not disgust, and that goes double
for those closest to you. It is too late for your son, and for that you
must atone for the rest of your life; however it is not too late for
your wife.

"Zeke, your father, along with being evil, was an idiot! Woman was not
made in Man's image. Women are as important as men in every way, and
deserve just as much respect. You will begin treating them as such,
starting in your home. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lord," Zeke sobbed.

"When you drink, you become less of a man; therefore, you will no
longer drink. It will be distasteful to you."

"Yes, Lord," Zeke affirmed.

"I am not a vengeful being. I do not want your prayers. I do not want
your money. I do not want you to convince anyone else that I am the
right God, the one God. I do not want you to try and change others. I
want you to change yourself.

"Zeke, I see in you that there is goodness. Let that goodness guide
you. Show the rest of the world that you are a good person, and then
they will come closer to believing in a benevolent god. To truly please
me, all you need do is live a good life. Remember this, Zeke, and you
will be a happier man."

Zeke looked up suddenly, and realized that he was still in the bar. He
remembered the conversation perfectly, word for word. "Am I going
crazy?" he thought, taking a sip of his beer.

As soon as the beer hit his tongue, Zeke spit it out all over the
counter.

"Hey!" the bartender yelled at him. "What the hell are you doing?"

The taste of the beer had been nauseating, and not in the good way that
excessive amounts of beer sometimes made him sick. It was as if it were
the most disgusting thing he had ever tasted. He remembered the voice,
and how it said that drink would be distasteful to him. He looked up
and saw the bartender muttering to himself as he wiped down the
counter. He thought for a moment, then said, "Joe, I'm sorry for that,
and for the way that I've treated you before. I hope you have a good
life."

He dropped fifty dollars on the bar; not enough to make up for the bad
behavior and bad tips over time, but it was all he had with him, and he
walked out. The people around him looked at him like he had gone crazy,
but Zeke ignored them.

Zeke got into his car, put the keys in, then stopped himself. He
realized that he was still somewhat drunk, and he thought about the day
that his father had died coming home from a bar hammered, and how he had
taken a whole family with him. Zeke removed the keys from the ignition,
got out and began walking home.

Seth stayed with him, observing his thoughts as Zeke took stock of his
life and tried to find the goodness that he was assured was in him.
When he got home, his wife looked up in surprise. She had not heard the
car drive up, and it was much earlier than she expected.

"Is everything OK?" she asked fearfully.

"No, it's not Marge," Zeke replied. "I have been a bad husband, and a
bad father, and I'm so sorry about that."

His wife looked at him in shock. "What do you mean?"

"I know I've been a bad person, as bad as my father was, but it stops
now. I'm sorry for what I've done to you, and even more sorry for what
I've done to Jerome. I can't fix Jerome, but I won't let anything bad
happen to you any more." At that point, Zeke broke down, grabbed his
wife in a hug and cried. Marge soothed him, unable to understand what
was going on.

But Seth understood. As he broke off from Zeke, he felt that though he
had been unable to save Jerome, through Jerome he may have been able to
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Chapter 22


The final set of events that brought Seth out of his depression was his
rediscovery of Targa. Targa was the depressed girl that Seth modified at
the same time that he was working on Jerome. She had been suicidal,
depressed about her weight, lack of confidence and lack of friends, and
fed up with people who picked on her. She also tended to get drunk and
go home with whoever would have her, usually someone desperate for
anything, which did not make those experiences very pleasant for Targa.

Seth had gone visiting with her on one of her drunken nights, and he
modified the way that she thought. He put in a real desire for exercise
and he disassociated food from comfort in her mind, so that she no
longer gorged when she was depressed. He also encouraged her to seek a
counselor to help her with her suicidal and depressive tendencies.

With all the other events going on in Seth's life, he had pretty much
put Targa our of his mind. However, shortly after Giselle moved in,
Seth saw Targa on campus. She was sitting on a bench, laughing with
another chubby girl. The expression on his face made him smile, since
the girl that he had helped rarely smiled, let alone laughed.

Seth sat down on the bench next to them and took out his lunch. He
smiled over at Targa, and she smiled back shyly. He kept looking over
at her, and when her friend left a little while later, he walked over
and sat down next to her.

"Hi, I'm Seth," he introduced himself.

"Targa," she replied shyly.

"Listen, I've got more food than I can eat here," Seth told her. "Can I
interest you in half a roast beef sandwich?"

"Thank you for the offer, but I'm on a diet," she said. "I have my own
lunch with me."

"Then do you want to eat together?" Seth asked.

"OK," Targa replied brightly, taking out a salad bowl and a big
container of water.

"Are you a freshman here?" Seth asked.

"A sophomore," Targa responded.

"I'm a freshman," Seth said. "It took me a while to get used to this
place, but I'm enjoying it now. I guess I'm lucky, because my twin
sister is also here, so I had someone I knew from the beginning. Now
I've got a girlfriend, too, so I'm pretty happy."

Targa looked a little disappointed at the mention of a girlfriend, but
she was happy to talk to Seth anyway. They had a pleasant lunch, and
they arranged to meet the next day for lunch as well. The next day,
Seth asked Giselle to come to lunch with him. He went to the same bench
and introduced Giselle to Targa. Both the girls were interested in art,
and they were soon chatting like friends.

Seth sat back and watched the two of them, playing particular attention
to Targa. Seth pondered the girl whose mind he had first invaded, and
realized that she would never have been so open and friendly at that
time. Jerome came to mind as well, but seeing Targa put that ghost to
rest. He realized that he could help people; Targa had proven that.
What happened with Jerome was awful, but Seth decided that some good
had come of it, and he reaffirmed his decision to help people for a
career.

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At that moment, Sarah was in her dorm room. She glanced up from the
work that she was doing and looked over at the closet door. Hanging
from the top of the door were a couple of straps, and hanging from
those straps was Betty. Her feet touched the floor, barely. She
couldn't look back at Sarah, because she was blindfolded. She couldn't
talk to Sarah, because there was a cock shaped gag in her mouth. Betty
had bought that herself, as she had most of the toys that they had.
Sarah contributed money towards it, but she insisted that Betty be the
one that purchase it, just as she insisted that Betty always ask the
clerks very embarrassing questions about the products that she was
buying. It humiliated Betty completely, and she always begged for Sarah
to play with her the moment she arrived back in the room.

Sarah reflected on her year as well. She was aware of what her brother
was going through  -" they were still as close as ever. She knew that
Seth was making it his mission in life to help people. But Sarah was
not as sure what she was going to do. She certainly had fun with her
power, both with Betty and with others. She still visited people at
night, and her voyeuristic side loved riding along with others as they
did nasty things.

After Seth fucked her in the ass, through Betty as a proxy, of course,
she decided that she wanted to feel it for real. She still didn't have
a steady boyfriend, but she had many friends that were boys, and some
of them she enjoyed sleeping with. She certainly didn't go as crazy as
Seth did, but she had fun. Matt helped her feel what it was like
getting it up the ass in her own body, and it was something she decided
to add to her regular repertoire. She had added many things to her
repertoire by riding along with others  -" it was surprising exactly
how many kinks you could find poking around a college campus.

She stood up and ran a finger up Betty's front. She reflected on the
conversation that she'd had with Betty this weekend. She had sat Betty
down on the bed and said, "Betty, I have something important to tell
you."

"What is it Sarah?" Betty asked.

"You know that I love you, right?" Sarah had begun nervously.

"Yes, and I love you too," Betty acknowledged.

"Do you know how you serve me?" Sarah asked.

"Well, I hope," Betty replied, confused.

"I know, but ... Oh, damn, I'm still not sure how to tell you this,"
Sarah said.

"Just start at the beginning," Betty had said, getting more and more
nervous about what Sarah was going to tell her.

So Sarah did. She told Betty about the first time she had visited. What
she and Seth had discovered. How Seth exhibited the power as well. Betty
silently listened as Sarah told her about their first meeting, about
dipping into Betty's mind, about what she had found  -" how Betty
longed to serve someone, and how Sarah decided to use that to her
advantage.

When she was all done, Sarah looked at Betty fearfully and asked, "Do
you hate me?"

"Are you serious?" Betty asked, incredulously.

Sarah nodded weakly.

"Wow!" Betty exclaimed, "It's a lot to think about. I'm not sure how I
feel yet. Is there a way for me to know when you are in my head?"

Sarah explained the system that she and Seth had worked out.

"Could you go into my head now?" Betty asked.

Sarah nodded, still unsure of where this was going.

"Please do that," Betty requested.

Sarah agreed, and lay down to go to sleep.

When she fell asleep, she quickly entered Betty's head and found
memories of herself coming through the dorm room door, announcing, "I'm
here!"

"Is that you?" Betty asked, unsure.

Sarah pulled up a memory of herself saying, "Yes I am!"

Betty nodded and walked over to the bed where Sarah's body was
sleeping. While Sarah observed, Betty rolled Sarah's body over onto its
back, and started unbuttoning her shirt. When she was done, she pulled
Sarah's skirt off, then straddled her legs, looking intently at Sarah's
face. It was weird for Sarah, seeing herself like that.

"I have to admit, I am surprised," Betty said to Sarah. "I certainly
never even entertained a thought about this. You are right; I've had
these thoughts my whole life. You coming along did not make that
happen. What you coming along did, however, is give me a loving outlet
for my feelings."

Betty leaned over and kissed Sarah gently on the lips.

"I told you that I am yours. I am yours. Body, soul and mind. You own
my mind, so you can do what you want to it, whether that's looking into
it, or having me get hammered and changing the way I think. It's yours
to do with as you please, and I will always love you, no matter what
you do."

With that, Betty started kissing down Sarah's body, and Sarah couldn't
remain in Betty's mind as the lovely sensations that her body was
receiving woke her up. Betty realized that Sarah was no longer in her
mind when she felt Sarah's hands grab her hair and grind her face into
Sarah's pussy.

After Betty gave Sarah a nice cum, she pulled Betty up to lie on her.
She looked Betty in her eyes and said, "I was in your head. I could see
the absolute truthfulness about everything that you said. I love you
too, Betty."

Sarah smiled as she recalled that incident, and she decided that Betty
needed a treat. She could see Betty start to squirm more as she heard
the clinking of the belt that she knew held the strap-on dildo. And she
did think it quite the treat when Sarah pushed the toy deep into her,
wrapping Betty's legs around her waist. Sarah might not have known what
she wanted to do with her life, but Betty certainly did. She wanted to
spend it serving Sarah.

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As the year came to a close, the twins made plans for the next year.
There would be no dorms for them, despite the opportunities for
adventure that living in the dorm had given them. They rented a three
bedroom apartment; one room for Seth and Giselle, one room for Sarah
and the other an office / guest room. Betty wouldn't have her own room,
just a big beanbag at the foot of Sarah's bed. While Betty couldn't
spend the summer with Sarah, she carried a cell phone with text
messaging, and Sarah had assured her that she would be receiving
frequent commands. A pair of web cams and broadband Internet ensured
that they would be very much in contact. As for Giselle and Seth, they
made plans to meet during the summer for two weeks, one at each of
their parent's houses. They had no doubt that their parents would be
seeing them both together for many years to come. For the first time,
Sarah and Seth hoped for a short summer, so that they could get back to
their new life, together with Betty and Giselle.


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