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His belly may be filled, but Donnie still lacked energy; his vision was cloudy, his mind muddled. Baby steps -- short and simple -- kept him upright, as his legs felt weak and his head woozy. The meal had been great, it hit all the right spots -- flavourful and welcome nourishment for an empty stomach. Yet something was amiss. Walking around the house took a hefty toll, and all the strength he'd recovered since lunch had vanished. Was it ever there to begin with?

Kianna came through the hallway, brushing past Donnie as he leaned against the traditionally-furnished wall. He noticed her as soon as they touched shoulders. "Ms. Kianna?"

"Yes?"

"How did you end up in such an old-fashioned house? It doesn't look like the rest of town." He held his tongue before speaking, afraid offence would be taken. Each of his words were fashioned carefully, despite his subdued state. He needed conversation to distract himself.

"Sweetheart, that's a story for another time -- maybe I'll tell it soon, but now? There are some things I want to do."

"What kind of things?"

She paused, perching a fingertip on her chin. "Where's that handsome brother of yours?"

"J-Jacob?" he whimpered.

"Oh Donnie, my dear Donald...better hope Michael didn't hear_that_."

"Oh! Of course, sorry," he mumbled, "I'm a little tired...thought you meant--"

"That's okay." Kianna extended an arm around him. "I was merely asking if you'd seen him. I haven't since lunchtime." His befuddlement was not due to tiredness. Kianna's own influence ebbed at his conscience. It crept up on him slowly, but surely, as their time together increased. A thought flashed in her mind: did Michael know? She reckoned he was by now aware of the changes Uma had faced, and also Jacob...if it spread fast...

"So you haven't seen him at all?" she asked, this time with greater urgency.

"No. He might've gone somewhere with Cynthia. They could be shopping."

Shopping? Perhaps...

"Oh well, never mind. If I just have you to myself then I can live with that."

"Huh?"

"Wanna do something fun?"

Donnie shrugged. "Sure. What kinda fun?"

Kianna moved closer. Her eyes sparkled. He was drawn to her, a moth toward flame. "When I said I was looking for the_handsome_ brother, I should've been more perceptive. After all, good looks run in the family."

"That means what exactly?"

"It means..." she laid a hand on his chest, "that sometimes we overlook what we have, when pining for what we want, nay, think we need..."

She felt the staccato beat of his heart behind ribs that heaved, huffing and puffing with Donnie's shortened breaths. His heart raced. Now the dullness in his eyes was clearing. Opening the path...dispelling her silken voice...

"I need to go," he said, throwing off her advances, "visiting was nice an' all, but mom's waiting -- Mikey said so."

"Just listen to yourself, Donnie. Stop following your older brothers like a loyal pet! You can think for yourself, can't you?"

"I can. And I don't like what you're saying."

Kianna chuckled. "You don't have to like it, just let it wash over you." With a sultry tone she reasserted control. Donnie stopped his hurried exit and propped himself up against the wall, in a mirror-image of when she'd found him. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Mhm...yeah," he mumbled, muscles losing a degree of precision. He smacked his lips. "What is it you were saying?"

She returned to his side. His eyes glazed-over once more, stronger than before. Her hold was always going to be tenuous, but this time she could keep him docile for a while longer. At least until she could think of another way to keep him from going home.Cynthia's also out there,_she thought, _probably thinking straight...grrr...I can't let them go back! Not yet.

He was open to suggestion, and she would avail of that fact.

"I said you're handsome too. Does that make you uncomfortable?"

She watched his face battle with the idea. A sliver of her own thoughts danced silently in the air, sleek tendrils probing the space between them. Wisps of light seeking a target to bind...ensnare...

He hemmed and hawed, disappointing her. This wasn't supposed to be! "An answer would be wonderful," she said, annoyance radiating from her body language.

"I...uh..."

This hesitation was killing her. She tried another tactic: "don't you like me too Donald? What's wrong?"

He replied positively, coughing a 'yes', but he meant it differently. She wasn't stupid.

"No-no-no," she cooed, her voice lowered to a whisper, "c'mon, you can tell me the truth. Do you find me attractive? Beautiful?" To emphasise her point, Kianna's hand wandered across his body, stirring sinful sensations.

Despite her obvious seduction, his innocence shone through. "I like Cynthia more." The way he said it sounded strange. Even under the influence of Kianna he wasn't playing ball. Pointless asides weren't her thing when she wanted something.

Why can't you just give it to me straight!?

Wait a sec--

She was mistaken.

He meant it literally.

Kianna sensed the warmth that spread from his soul. Coaxing it further, she drew from a wellspring of love. Unrequited. It seems Donnie saw his sister as more, much more!Oh Donnie, sweet little Donnie...it's my fault for missing the obvious!

"At least you don't have the hots for that fucking cow you call 'mother'," she spat. The venom in her words shocked him, and he visibly recoiled.

"C-cow?"

"You heard me."

"W-what!?" He struggled to maintain indignant under the pressure she exuded, crushing his spirit with the weight of her power.

"Your mom has a knack for ruining everything! She behaves as if she's the alpha bitch here...and I can't stand it. You shouldn't either, she's not your mom. Not quite. Not anymore..."

"What are you saying?"

She ignored him. "...and instead of learning from me she decides to piss me off! I'm not having that, not since she claimed Jacob!"

"Claimed? What is this crap!?"

"I felt it Donnie!" she gripped his collar tightly, scraping his skin in her tirade. "I felt your brother's soul slip into her hands with nothing more than a glance. I can see them now, two fires burning in the distance. They're lost to me. LOST!"

Donnie froze up as the strange woman he barely knew wept openly. Tears of sadness, and those of rage pooled in the corners of her eyes. Spit flew as she screeched angrily. "She fucks him, you know that? She's drenched in sin. The worst kind of wrong...did you know that about dear old mommy?"

"No! No...what the_fuck_ is going on?" He flinched at the swear, but given the circumstances let himself off with a mental slap on the wrist. "Why are you saying this shit about my mom!?"

"Oh yes she does! And she won't stop there. The whole world's a plaything to the creature your mom's become. You have me to thank for unlocking that locus!"

"STOP!" Donnie raised his hands, and his voice, defiant. "I don't know what's going on between you and my mom, and I don't understand half of what you said, but whatever it is leave me out of it!"

Fuck! Lost him again...

Gods below, I sound like Uma of all people!

"Hey, hey...listen Donnie...I'm sorry...something came over me." She cast her spell for a third time. He calmed down as she did.

"It's okay. I understand. We all get angry."

"We do. We most certainly do." She resumed her advances. The instant she did, however, any progress on enlisting him to her side of sin was lost as the door rattled. In came Cynthia, interrupting her schemes.

When the door slammed shut, she looked at the pair of them like they had two heads each. Her eyes were brighter, confirming Kianna's suspicion.

"Hi."

Kianna moved away from Donnie. "Hi Cynthia. Weren't you with Michael?"

"Um, nope. I was looking for a present to buy mom. I just borrowed Mikey's car." She jingled the keys in her hand. "He lets me."

Cynthia shuffled sideways, keeping her gaze locked on the other two. Kianna walked toward her, studying the young woman's face. "Something wrong, Ms. Kianna?"

"No. Nothing's wrong. You looked off...that's all."

"'Off'? Like 'sick'?"

"Yeah."

"Well actually, I was feeling kinda tired today. And a bit unwell. Not_sick_sick, but like...I shouldn't be so drained! I slept all night. Eight hours or more!"

"You felt like that too?" Donnie asked, suddenly curious. Kianna fumed.NO! I've just got him back -- don't fuck this up for me again!

"You tired bro? Or is this more of a vomit-type deal?"

He yawned. "My head. Finding it hard to think straight. My concentration's all screwed-up."

"I got a little of that. Hey, maybe this house is cursed!" Her joke brought a small chuckle from her brother, and a nervous giggle from their host.

Resisting further suggestion (beyond a dulling of her threat perception), Cynthia continued to chat with Donnie. Kianna offered to fetch them something to drink. They both turned her offer down. Now the odd-one-out of their cordial banter, she had to focus. Pulling together every ounce of power she could muster, she spoke clearly and authoritatively: "you may go, Cynthia, I was having a word with your brother."

"I--"

"It's between the two of us, and I'd like to have another minute to discuss it. Alone."

She stopped, nodded in agreement, and stared blankly.

"Later then," she said, walking past them.

Alone, as per request, Kianna clung to Donnie's side with increased affection. "Now then...something fun..."

Her neck craned forward, bringing her right to his face. Her skin's light tan shimmered with anticipation. Donnie stared into those amethyst eyes. They were jewels, big ones. Beautiful ones. Pristine. The slim fit of her dress, her long hair, the tentative press of her bosom to his side...it screamed 'kiss me'.

Caught in the timeless instant, finding himself drawn to her -- closer and closer until...

He turned away.

She sighed. "You said you like--"

"C-Cynthia," he responded with all the grace he could find under hypnosis.

His secret yearning is more powerful than my influence. Shame I can't enjoy one of Uma's sons yet, but there's more than one way to skin a cat.

First the mother, now the children...grrr...this stupid family!

"I can see you are resisting my charm, Donald. I don't blame you. I invited you to my home, bid you to stay the night (which you did -- such a good boy), and shouted and raved at you barely five minutes ago. I don't blame you for looking away. I'd look away too."

"I don't understand," he said, fighting the stupor that clouded him, "why are you coming on to me? It's not right. It's weird."

"Weird can be fun."

"Uh, I dunno. N-not sure."

"Take it from me sweetheart, it can be."

"Is this what you wanted to talk about?"

"Kinda."

"Something's going on. Something strange."

"Would you call it magical?"

"Huh? No...something...I--"

She whispered into his ear: "I can see your soul, Donnie."

He stumbled over himself trying to respond.

Her hand rested on his chest. "Inside. It burns. Brightly. I can feel the waves emanating from it -- from you. I can feed it, make it stronger. Burn brighter. I can do this...because I made a pact."

"A pack?"

"No silly, pact. P-A-C-T. An agreement with the me you see in front of you and the me you don't. The one on the inside," she tapped his chest to emphasise her point, "the real me. The real you."

Donnie chortled. "Pffah, I am the real me. This is some sorta pick-up artist stuff isn't it? My soul, my true self...are you saying things to make me feel attracted to you somehow? Because it doesn't work that way. I like--" A lump appeared in his throat.

She sighed. "You're an idiot, Donnie. You know what you want and it's in front of you. Or was."

"I like...when I said I like...Cynthia...I meant it like you normally do! She's a good sister. A kind person."

"Donnie Donnie Donnie...I can see your true feelings. Look!"

She moved her hand back, hovering close to where it previously lay. A new feeling rammed into Donnie. It was as if he'd been punched in the ribcage -- and the air stolen from his lungs. He looked down. Golden strings of light bound her delicate hand to his body. Coming from inside him; they flowed and shone, hurting his eyes. Kianna's hand retreated further, lengthening the strings that refused to disappear, no matter how surreal he thought they were.

"See that. That's what I'm sensing."

"I don't understand."

"No, you don't. But you could. You will. If you let me show you."

"Whaddya mean?"

"Why, it's right there," she beamed, slapping his chest, banishing the supernatural display, "locked away...behind many years of denial. Ever since puberty." Her lips smacked. "Runs in the family, it seems."

"Mmmuurrrrgghhhh," Donnie lurched away from the wall, his heart heavy, and head strained. Kianna hastily swept in front of him, holding him steady. "Donnie," said the blurred face he glimpsed through foggy, half-shut pupils, "do this for me--"

Forget.

He blinked. His balance was restored. His mouth tasted...dry. A strong inhale woke him up; the last several minutes seemingly absent.

"Forget what?"

"Nothing, I was talking to myself." Kianna fluttered her lashes, disarming the young man's suspicion.

There followed a pause. Donnie rubbed his brow.

"Sorry Ms. Kianna, I've sorta lost my train of thought. What were we discussing?"

"Well it wasn't anything important."

"Oh," he frowned, "hang on, did sis come in?"

"Yes she did. So Donnie," she chirped, taking his arm, "you like Cynthia, do you?"

"Yeah. Sure."

Her velvet tone tickled the back of his mind.

"Come along and show me how much you love her."

* * *

The lights were low in Kianna's bedroom. Sombre colours painted the walls in a dull glow that announced ill fate. Under enticing words she'd drawn them hither. Taken them into her inner sanctum, intending all sorts of sin. But one in particular appealed to her, something rotten that would stain their souls in perpetuity...

Donnie breathed nervously as he crawled over the bed. The shirt off his back glided away on Kianna's command, exposing his upper body to the pale heat that filled the room. Cynthia inhaled beneath him, a fast-growing sense of anticipation taking hold. She was similarly entranced. "All you two need is a push in the right direction," Kianna had said -- and their hearts had fluttered. Lovelorn puppies, they were. Too absorbed in the feelings she stoked than the warnings that blared loudly in their minds. She could only silence so much, after all. Though, when lust infiltrates your better judgement, casting it aside with the promise of a good time...a time to remember...tossing, turning...you can whether the storm but briefly.

He reached the head of the bed, seeing his sister's face: her eyes were closed, rampant expectation shining clear, and her lips curled in a sensual smile. He steeled himself. Detecting Kianna's hands dealing with his belt-buckle, he gulped. This was a moment long in the making. The metallic jingle of his belt being undone, the coarse sound of the leather strap sliding from his waist, brought vivid imagery to mind. The slide of flesh upon flesh. It was within his grasp. His sister lay, ready and waiting. Kianna pulled his trousers away, taking his underwear with them. He was naked.

Their host's fickle machinations turned to Cynthia, who gasped at the touch of her fingers. They prodded gently, producing sounds most welcome. Kianna drew up her blouse, and the layers below, revealing a decent pair of breasts contained by a white-and-pink bra. She took after her mother, she surmised, being endowed so. They were Donnie's now to enjoy. Kianna purred at the sight of them, young and excited, and navigated a finger between her hips and pants. They came off too, leaving the nineteen-year-old clothed in just her underwear. Kianna glanced at Donnie, his head bowed -- savouring the seconds that passed -- hardening.

"You both are so handsome," she showered compliments, reinforcing her control. "So handsome, and so in love...isn't that right Donald?"

"Yeh-yeah," he stammered, his shaft turgid and painful. The agony of waiting devoured his patience, and every so often his hips went weak and almost collided with Cynthia's covered groin. Desperation was taking its toll on the young man. Common sense...morality...sounded more foreign every minute.

"And you, sweet Cynthia, do you love your brother?"

"I do," she said, as faint as a whisper.

"Do you love him more than anything?"

"I do."

"Are you going to show the world how much love there is between you?"

"YES!" they both shouted. Donnie freed a hand and pulled at her panties, shifting them down her thighs. Kianna assisted him by unclasping her bra, removing it with a flourish and a wicked smile.

He froze. Her boobs, a healthy C-cup, shivered before him. Soft, pale pink-tinged mounds, released from their prison. He was there for them...he wanted to touch, to caress...all he dared to do was run a finger 'round the base, encircling the left side of her chest. A slight cough hinted at the teen's anxiety building as contact was made.

"Relax Donnie," said their mentor in sin, "I want to make sure you experience something special. I want you and Cynthia to enjoy this." With a glimmer of schemes beyond their current comprehension she completed their undressing. Cynthia opened her eyes, tits bare, and now her pussy too.

She looked her brother in the eyes, never faltering in her gaze, for she was as bound as him in their mutual attraction. The thought had never crossed her mind before -- in all her life she saw her brothers as...well...brothers. But now? With Donnie slavering over her beauty? She had him begging. The only thing it took was for her to see what he saw. Feel what he felt. And Kianna was able to open that conduit.

Their souls poured into each other, mixing as they would physically very soon.

Ever the guiding light, Kianna stroked Donnie's messy hair as tiny droplets of sweat seeped into the dark blond forest. She nudged them closer and closer together, until their faces were inches apart. Both felt the blast of breath from the other, open-mouthed, rushing past their skin and tickling the sensitive parts of their neck and face.

Their lips touched. At first fleeting, bouncing apart shortly after, but then...

A kiss.

Donnie formed his mouth around his sister's, letting her take the lead. She gasped, her outburst captured by the seal of their lips. He swallowed her wordless speech. Their lips battled. Frantic, hungry motions.

Next, his palms were laid upon her skin, prickled with goosebumps. The feel of her arms wrapping around his shoulders coaxed him closer. Fondling, feeling...the rush of impending sin drowning them. His body pressed against hers. They were oh so close. They could taste the mini-gusts of air spewed from between their tussling mouths, its warmth blowing over the surface of their bodies. Donnie moaned when his cock flattened against her stomach, the heat of his erection inches from entry.

"D-Donnie," she coughed between passionate kisses. She shook with nerves; a quick slide of his finger across her belly, tracing the outline of his member as it boiled atop her, drove wondrous feeling through her embattled senses.

He broke from her lips, casting his head to her shoulder. Nibbling and nipping.

"Mmmmmhhh!"

Cynthia purred in his arms. Her dainty timbre tickled his ears -- the mewls of an eager mate. Donnie reached down as he pushed into her form, his digits meeting her labia. A light touch, glancing surreptitiously, was detected thanks to the waves of pleasure stoked by his fingertips. It only lasted seconds before his fingers were swept across her pubic mound and flew away, to be gripped by Cynthia's own as they locked hands.

"Donnie...I'm ready..."

His stomach wrenched. Here and now there was no going back. No apology or frightened retreat could walk back the transgression they were about to make. No warning came from Kianna, who sat back with glee, and a debauch pride in her handiwork.

Nothing was in his way.

One last big breath. Then, he angled himself lower...

The first heated touch pierced his soul. Cupid's arrow be damned! He made his own fate -- or so he thought. Donnie sniffed as his tip explored her moistened entrance.

Kianna grinned. They'd been ensnared. Lured together. This witch had done her job.

He pushed. A moan. A cry. A shared look of encouragement, as the silence deafened them. He grit his teeth, clamping his jaw as he pressed forth. His member slid inside, Cynthia's pussy-lips suckling his cock. "Sis! I--"

"That's it!" Kianna's eyes gleamed. "Show him how good it feels Cynthia. Show him how much fun it is to_give in._"

Jacketed by her velvet innards, he scrunched his face with pleasure. Her youthful tightness constrained him, challenging his invading member. Regardless of resistance, he sallied forth, pushing into his sister's inviting cavern, until he'd reached the limit of his length. A great exhale followed, with Donnie collapsing on top of her. His arms could not support him anymore, not when such sensation coursed through him. A petite 'oof' from Cynthia marked all she had to say on the matter. They lay still, unmoving. Donnie sighed, contained by her warmth.

For what seemed like a while, they lay in bed. Their incestuous advance had seen a pause, too overwhelmed by the bliss that addled their minds.

Soon, however, Donnie grew restless. He assumed his sister was too, by the way she gripped his ass, digging into his cheeks expectantly. Now past the point of no return, and with Kianna's golden words occupying his thoughts, he gently started to thrust. Both lacked experience, something that never presented a problem before, when brief comings-and-goings of boyfriends/girlfriends during schooldays was all that mattered. A touch, a kiss, a frantic yet romantic tryst away from parent's prying eyes was their love life, and seldom did they spend time perfecting technique. But that didn't matter. Not now. And likely not ever.

Donnie's hips shifted in pace with his breathing. Reckless gulps of air broadcast his anxiety -- his nervous energy as they rutted in a stranger's bed. Cynthia also gasped. And moaned. Music to his ears, and to Kianna watching from afar. They paid no heed to the one witness to their incest, and fell into each other's arms, grinding against one another in passionate glory.

"Ah! Sis! It feels so good..."

Grunting, he pumped his hips. She responded by peppering his neck and jawline with kisses, her breasts bouncing, nipples scratching his diminutive pecs. "I don't think I can hold it in," she cried, fearful their lovemaking was coming to a premature close. "Me...neither," he replied, his sentences short, broken by the beat of his thrusting.

Here at last,_Kianna mulled to herself, _the necessary resonanc __e...

They climaxed. Cynthia followed her brother's peak, needing a little extra attention after his spurting. As he covered her with his frame, she massaged her filled pussy, revelling in the effluence of his manhood. Warmth and stickiness. Amidst the self-pleasuring she sensed her time approaching. It felt as if she needed to sneeze -- badly! The tingling spread through her, followed by a rush of pleasure as her orgasm arrived. It barrelled toward each nerve ending, shocking them with a burst of intense feeling. She cried out. Her brother pressed into her, his chest bereft of air. With a hoarse groan, he slipped his cock out from between her nether-lips, allowing a minute amount of cum to drip from her opening.

A flurry of kisses ensued. Quick, hungry grabs for the other's maw. Sucking and short of breath. As the moment died, they became sluggish. Exhausted. Donnie and Cynthia fell apart, landing on their sides after a fighting embrace. Under Kianna's observation, they relaxed and entered a deep slumber.

Their weary forms rested. Side-by-side. Brother and sister.

* * *

Hours passed. They slept together under Kianna's watchful eye. Their wicked host sat on the bedside, admiring the young lovers for the bravery. Although, it wasn't purely their own shared will that ended in sexual thrill, but they were mutually-attracted enough to only need a little push. One tiny nudge over the edge...

The rest of the house was empty. Michael must've had enough, unsuccessful in returning his siblings to their mother's clutches. By now he was long gone. Where to didn't matter much. She sighed, staring at the nude figures, entwined.Not even under the true influence of their demon selves and already I've bound them to each other.

And to think I lost control of dearest Uma? She frowned at the notion. All I want is more, is that so much to ask? And she's stealing my best ideas! The whore...the power-hungry harlot!

That reminds me: I must keep Donald away from his sister when she feels the first change coming. She rubbed her temples. The day had been a long one.The feminine aspect is the most volatile. Who knows how she'll act when her soul opens to the wildness within. Kianna placed a hand on her chest, sensing her own beating heart.I know I struggled to contain it...the richness of the beyond...but I didn't have the well of guilt that Uma draws upon. And these two are young. Impassioned. Their first steps in sin together are taken--

Interrupted by a grumble as one stirred, Kianna shook her head, bidding her negativity take the back seat to more immediate concerns. She stood up, leaving the two lovebirds to rise from their nap at their own pace.

Donnie was first to wake up. He looked over at the sleeping figure beside him, her pale skin almost radiant in the dingy light of Kianna's bedroom. He reached out, caressing Cynthia as she slept, her pussy leaking his seed. In the half-sleep malaise he slowly rose from he found himself blanketed by feelings of love and belonging...of a future with his sister as his lover. Beneath the enticing vibes of sibling incest, his conscience fought to emerge. It would come, but not yet.

Kianna walked 'round to his side of the bed, watching him snuggle close to her. Sinning was done in many ways, through many means, but this was far quieter than what she did years ago to break the chain of mundanity. Flashing lights, the drone of loud music, her ex's disapproving words echoing in her mind as she joined the mass of flesh in the dark...the screams and shouts of men and women in feral rapture, and the energy that fed her soul.Gods, it would've been so much simpler if had a brother to ensnare.All those people. All those husks...

The young Eriksson was ready to feel the weight of his decisions, just in time for Kianna to come to his aid. As worry overcame him, she comforted his shaken self. "Thu-thu-th-this is okay, r-ight? What we did--"

"It's fine."

"But it isn't. Isn't doing it with my s-suh-sis...wrong!?" Donnie spluttered.

She continued to calm him. "Shhh...easy now, you've done everything right. Your sister thinks so too. Why don't you wake her and find out?"

Taking a step back, she let him get on with assuaging his guilt. Donnie nudged Cynthia, softly prodding her flesh to elicit a response. "Hey sis," he said, his voice weak, "you, uh, you awake?"

"Hrrrrrhhh...wha? Donnie?" Cynthia brushed her blonde hair aside and met his gaze. "Hi," she said, he face flushed with embarrassment. "We um...had a good time together, didn't we?"

Donnie's jaw dropped. Here she was, her body rested after fucking him, and not a word of complaint heard. "Are you for real, sis?"

"For real."

"How did you know?" He addressed his question to Kianna, who re-emerged from shadows to explain: "simple, you both had such passion in your hearts. Your souls were positively infernal!"

Cynthia touched his cheek. "I don't really know what that means, Donnie, but Ms. Kianna's right. I had some...feelings inside me that I wasn't allowed to share. And I kinda guessed you might feel the same." She graced him with a kiss on the lips. The rough taste of her desiccated lips left him hungry for more. A meal that (sadly) wasn't coming.

"Jeez...when you put it like that..."

"Donnie. I love you."

"I think I do too. This new way."

"Wonderful!" Kianna clapped. "Trust me when I say you make a cute couple!" Her squeals of joy amid giggles of reckless excitement cheered them up. "But remember: the rest of the world doesn't see it that way."

Their heads dropped. "No, they don't."

"Not even family."

"No."

"That doesn't matter, though," Cynthia said, looking up at her brother as he sat up on the bed, "we have each other." Her hand found its way between his legs, toying with his manhood. She licked her lips. "We can do it again, can't we Ms. Kianna. You wouldn't throws us out into the cold after one night...would you?" She did her best puppy-dog impression, with doe-eyes and a meek posture.

"I wouldn't dare even if you were a burden! Now Donald...I'd like you to get dressed."

"Why?"

"Because I have a little favour to ask. Would you do this for me? For helping you see what you truly desired."

"I guess." He looked to Cynthia, who shrugged, her breasts wobbling in a distracting manner. "Okay."

"Great. I want you to get dressed and find your brother Michael. I'm worried something's gonna happen to him, if it hasn't already."

Donnie was confused. "How do you know if--?"

"I just do," she said, shutting down his question.

Cynthia gasped in shock: "wait!? Where is Mikey. We can't let him see--!"

"Don't worry. Don't worry, Cynthia! It's okay. He's not here."

"He's been out the whole time we...we...?"

"Yes."

Donnie sighed. Cynthia fell back onto the mattress, gathering the covers to her. Her brother sat naked on the bed, exposed for Kianna to ogle. The strength of her influence had wavered as their true feelings burst through -- but she had enough power over them to make their shamefulness a matter of mere fact, instead of a cause for concern.

As his sister rested, Donnie threw on the clothes he'd formerly strewn everywhere. A sheepish look grew on his face whenever he glanced at Kianna, as if the memory of his sinning was stronger when he saw those purple-tingled gems.

Ready to leave, he was taken aside by Kianna. "Your brother--"

"Jacob?"

"No -- the same one: Michael. I don't want your mom (or even Cynthia) around him. Don't ask why...but it's important. I'll fill you in later. Yeah?"

"Uh-huh."

"You let me know if she tries anything okay Donnie? Tell him to come here the minute you see him."

"I'll do that."

"Good boy!" With a pat on the back she sent him on his way. After whispering to her brother, she reckoned Cynthia needed some conversation: "how are you feeling?"

"Amazing."

"Told you it would be great."

"Yeah, you did." Cynthia touched herself underneath the bedsheets, the outline of her arms as she explored her sensual form clear to Kianna.

"Aren't you wondering why I gave you such a...gift?"

"Kinda." Her eyes changed from faded to vibrant as an internal struggled raged in the depths of her consciousness.

"Because I want to help you become more than you are. There's something in you that wants to get out -- something powerful and majestic. Who you really are. People suppress it. Every day and night they push it down, down, down as far as they can. Out of sight, out of mind. But you can connect with that part of you that society wants gone, and let it make you...better."

"I want to be better," she said emptily.

"And I'll show you how. This was just the first step. For men it gives them a taste -- a thimbleful of real power -- and they become drunk on it. For girls like you and me...we can control it. Control them. Rule them. Rule everything."

"Whoa...that's...that's..."

"Powerful?"

Cynthia nodded.

"It is. And it's why I don't want you to see your mom. Uma knows of this. What I can unlock. She'll try to have you on her side, but you don't want your mom bossing your around like a snot-nosed brat do you?"

"N-no."

"That's right. What self-respecting teenager would!? You're an adult, and you can make the adult decision to stay with me, learn from me. Not Uma."

"And what kind of stuff will we learn...you said about control...and power..." Her eyes sparkled at the tantalising prospect of shattering her mortal confines. Her soul churned, glimmering as the indulgent thoughts grew. Kianna stoked that flame. For a girl -- nay, a woman -- of her age, vulnerable to the right sort of persuasion, Cynthia had developed a deep desire to be important...renowned. Whether by good or ill, she'd accept an offer to rise above her former life.

Hopefully.

And that was what Kianna fretted over, though she never showed it.

"You're not gonna remember all this. Only the parts I want you to: the love shared between you and your brother. The way he felt inside you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean--"

Forget.

"I...uh...um, Ms. Kianna, where did Donnie go? Is he awake? I'd like to spend some time with him, privately."

"He'll be back soon. I don't want to keep you two lovebirds apart."

"Thank you. I still feel...like I need him close to me." Cynthia mouthed the follow-up phrase 'inside me' silently, a knowing look sent her wannabe mentor's way.

Kianna left the young woman in her bed.Two outta five ain't bad. Can I make it three?