“He stopped,” Susan says. “He just abruptly said, ‘Get dressed, you are no longer my sex slave.’ And that was it.
“Well, it doesn’t matter.” I say. “We’ve got Dad right where we want him and can show Mom the video.” Susan doesn’t answer; she just leans her head back and looks in my eyes.
“Nick,” she says very quietly in a tone that assures me I won’t like what’s coming next. Raising my eyebrows, I wait for her to continue. “I didn’t want him to stop,” she whispers.
“WHAT!” I scream. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I push her over and jump off the bed. “After everything he’s done? He was taking advantage of you, thinking you were under the spell of the transmitter!”
“If you knew how he made me feel…” Susan says in a breathless whisper.
“I do! I know how he made you feel because I felt everything you did.” I tell her, pacing at the foot of the bed. I can’t believe she wants to fuck him.
“What?” Susan turns to me with an expression of shock and incredulity.
“It doesn’t just work when you and I are fucking,” I explain as calmly as I can. “I even felt it when you were rubbing your pussy a little while ago.”
“So I’m going to feel it when you fuck Mom or someone else?” Susan asks. I hadn’t even thought about that.
“I guess so,” I shrug.
“Nick,” Susan says, sitting up and crossing her legs under her, exposing her recently fucked pussy. “Come here a minute, please,” she pats the bed next to her. I stop pacing and join her on the bed.
“When Dad was looking at my naked body,” Susan says, her eyes directly on mine. “It was so… so… erotic. I know you couldn’t see his eyes but he had this look of… I don’t know… reverence or something, it was almost worshipful. And then when he was touching me, it wasn’t just how he was touching, although that was very nice, it was the fact that it was Dad, you know.”
“Susan, you know what he’s like. He’s an asshole and I can’t believe you want to fuck him!” I shake my head.
“Nick, why do you like to fuck Mom? It isn’t because you crave a 40 year old woman, right?” Susan tries to reason with me. “A big part of it is because she’s our mom. Why don’t you see that it’s the same with Dad and I?”
“Whether it’s true or not, he thinks he’s using the transmitter to get his own daughter to fuck him.” I retort.
“You, brother dear, are a fucking hypocrite,” Susan smiles. “You’ve used the transmitter to fuck every woman you’ve met since you discovered the thing including your sister and your mother. And now you’re being judgmental of Dad? Give me a fucking break!”
I don’t know what to say. She’s right but I also know she’s wrong. Okay, I’ve used the transmitter for sex… lots of sex… and incest. But I never hurt anyone and I’m not the asshole my dad is. Fuck! I don’t trust him.
“Nick,” Susan says. “Please try to have an open mind about this, okay? There’s no need to be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous!” I protest, but I’m not sure if maybe she’s right. Maybe I am jealous of anyone who wants to fuck her. And maybe I am hypocritical but I just don’t think it’s right for her to fuck Dad.
“Fine,” Susan says, getting off the bed. “I’m going to see where this thing with Dad goes. You do whatever you want with the video… show Mom or whatever.” She picks up her dress and starts putting it back on when we hear mom’s car in the driveway.
“You’d better let Dad out of his study,” Susan says, as I gather up my clothes. “And Nick…” Susan says, placing her hand on my arm. “Promise me you won’t use the transmitter to stop any of this between Dad and I. Let us just work it out. Please.”
Damn it! I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of that but with my sister’s pleading eyes now focused on mine, I know I’ve just lost that option. Fuck!
“I don’t like it,” I tell her, kissing her forehead. “But I promise. Just be careful, okay?”
“I love you, Nick,” Susan says, brushing her lips across mine. “I just want to see where this goes. You of all people should understand that.” She’s right but I still don’t want her, or Mom for that matter, to have anything to do with that asshole.
“I better undo Dad’s command,” I tell her. “Distract Mom for a minute.” I finish dressing and run back into the den. Tuning in Dad’s frequency, I’m tempted to break my promise to my sister but instead just undo the command I’d given him earlier.
“Mom’s home,” I tell him before turning to leave. I walk slowly towards the door, making sure I give him ample opportunity to confront me about Susan’s trigger. He doesn’t say a word.
I say hi to Mom. She and Susan are sitting in the living room rummaging through the bags of clothes Mom bought at the mall.
“Is Maggie home?” I ask, heading for the front door.
“Yes,” Mom answers. “Are you home for dinner?”
“Yeah. I’ll be right back,” I call over my shoulder. Of all the people I know, I think Maggie is the best person to help me sort this out. She knows all about the transmitter and has seen Dad’s aggressive behavior first hand.
“Hello stranger,” Maggie says when she opens her front door.
“Hi Maggie,” I respond, moving comfortably into her open arms. She crushes her marvelous tits against my chest as her arms squeeze my ass cheeks. “Are you alone?” I ask, looking over her shoulder.
“Yes,” Maggie says raising her eyebrows. “Frank’s at work and Nicole is out with her friends. What did you have in mind?” She asks, grinding her pussy mound against my cock.
“Well…” I smile. “Actually, I wanted to talk… would you mind if we do that first?” I ask, consciously inflating my cock to push back against her pelvic motion.
“Sure… what’s wrong?” Maggie leads me in to the living room and we sit on her couch together. She turns halfway towards me and rests her hand on my inner thigh.
“Dad wants to fuck Susan,” I blurt out. “And… I think Susan is going to let him do it.”