“I’ve known Harry since before he created it.” She says. “Harry and I.” She pauses, smiling sheepishly at me. “We… uh… that is… we were very close.” She watches me intently for a reaction. I just wait to hear what else she says.
“I was his first subject, you know.” She smiles broadly. “For his transmitter experiments. I don’t suppose you’ve seen the video.” She looks at me mischievously.
“You know about the video?” I can’t believe she knows about all of this.
“Oh yes!” She says, excitedly. “That video was a real source of entertainment for Harry and I.” She studies me as if deciding how much she wants to reveal. “Harry and I had been intimate for a couple of years before he developed the transmitter, Nick. It was such a turn on to watch that video while we were making love.”
“Did you… um… know about the others?” I ask, hardly believing what I’m hearing.
“I did not know that Harry was using the transmitter on Nicole, until after he was gone and she insisted on coming over here everyday. I really thought she was just studying here in the afternoons.” She proclaims, adamantly. “There were others, too, I suppose?” She looks at me questioningly.
“Yes, two others.” I answer, still not believing that she was that naive about Nicole, but not ready to tell her about mom and Susan.
“Did he… with Nicole, I mean… did he…” She hangs her head.
“He never touched her.” I answer her unasked question. “But he did watch her.” I add.
“That bastard!” She says, vehemently. “Did you use the transmitter on Nicole, Nick?” She looks at me earnestly.
“Yes.” I answer. “But not like Uncle Harry did, Maggie.” I hesitate and then tell her most of it. “I eliminated her need to visit Harry’s house everyday. I made her proud of her body. She was so self-conscious about her breasts.” Maggie laughs, knowingly, waiting for me to continue. “And I.. um…” I pause, carefully picking my phrasing. “I made her less inhibited and little more adventurous sexually.” I say, very quickly. “We were already having sex, without any help from the transmitter.” I add hurriedly. “I just opened her mind up to other possibilities.” Maggie nods, quietly.
“Harry knew how Frank was and didn’t do anything about it.” She stares at me. “But you… you fixed it the first time we met.” She has her hand on my arm again, rubbing it casually up and down my bicep. “You know, you’re my hero, Nick.” She smiles.
“So you and Uncle Harry…” I don’t finish. “Wow!” I add.
“Oh God, he was so fucking good in bed!” She smiles at the memory. “I don’t know if it was his natural skill or suggestions from the transmitter. Frankly, I didn’t care. That man really made me wet the sheets, Nick. He could completely drain every ounce of energy from my body and have it pooling on the bed between my legs.” She sighs, and then looks up and catches me blushing.
“Oh, I’m sorry if I’m embarrassing you, Nick.” She teases. “But this is part of why I’ve come to see you.” Her hand slides up across my shoulder and down my chest. “You’ve got the transmitter, Nick.” As she leans her mouth up next to my ear, her tits brush across my arm. “You can make anyone do whatever you want.” She whispers, holding her tits against me for emphasis. “I never asked you before, Nick, because… well, with you and Nicole dating… I mean that would have been seriously wrong.” She smiles. “But, now…”
“Um… it’s not working.” Is all I can think of to say. “I can’t figure out how to charge it.” I blurt out.
“Well, looks like it’s a good thing I came over.” Maggie leans back, smiling, her hard nipples pushing against the material of her top. “Where is it, Nick?” She asks, her braless tits bouncing as she steps down from the barstool, and hooks her arm through mine.
“It’s in my overnight bag in the bedroom.” I answer, walking with her down the hallway.
“Your uncle was kinky, too, Nick.” She whispers as we enter the master bedroom. My heart skips a beat as I realize that mine and mom’s stuff is all in one bedroom. Maggie’s hanging on my arm, continuing her story. “He liked really kinky things.” She whispers, teasingly, while pushing her tits into my arm. “Nothing he would ever put on a video, though.”
“What kind of things?” I ask, hoping to keep her distracted enough that she won’t notice the sleeping arrangements. I retrieve the transmitter from my overnight bag and lead Maggie back into the hallway.
“He liked me to fuck him in the ass.” She says, staring into my eyes for a reaction. My face must have registered complete shock because she laughs uproariously. “Oh yeah, conservative Uncle Harry.” She laughs. “Loved it when I’d use a strap-on dildo. He used to cum like a fountain while I pumped in and out of his asshole.”
“Uh… how do we charge the transmitter, Maggie?” I ask, not knowing what else to say to her.
“Come with me.” She says, excitedly, dragging me by the arm into Uncle Harry’s study. “Let me have it.” She says, reaching for the transmitter. Sliding it open, like she’s done it a hundred times, she bends down and inserts it, bottom first, into a tiny nook on the underside of Uncle Harry’s desk. I kneel down and see what, at first glance, looks like decorative wood, but is actually a docking station for the transmitter.
“Awesome!” I exclaim. Now I’ll be able to take care of dad. “How long does it take?” I ask.
“I’m not sure.” She answers, running her hands through my hair while I’m still kneeling on the floor. “I don’t think Harry ever ran it all the way down before.” She steps closer, tucking the back of my head into the crotch of her shorts, massaging my scalp with her hands.
“It’s not really fair, you know.” She says, in an exaggerated pouty voice.
“What’s not fair, Maggie?” I ask, standing up and turning towards her. I assume she means that I have the transmitter and not her.