The Brainwave of Horror Ch. 3: A Trilogy of Tales of Terror to Titillate and Traumatize
A man watches his wife and daughter turned into whores; a woman watches her control crumble as those around her turn into ... things; a young man watches his mother survive in a world where sex is not reviled; better watch YOURSELF on ... Halloween.
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
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Author's Rambling:
For the author, the third tale was the most fun (it probably shows), although the first had some bright moments. The second tale is for whomever it's about power as much as it's about sex.
Live well!
Sexual Symmetry (mind pressure, inc) ------ -------- ----- --------- ----
Discourse: What parts of our world have to be the way that they are, and what parts are that way simply by consensual choice? Have we really all decided that we prefer the enforcement of pain to the enjoyment of pleasure? If so, why? Perhaps the answer can only be found ... on Halloween.
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Let me tell you about my mother's sister.
Aunt Sheryl. Thirty-six, two years younger than my mom. Copper-red hair to the middle of her back. A figure like ... well, like my mom's. Walking around by the pool in a bikini as I speak.
Her daughter?
Rachel. Eighteen. Strawberry blonde hair to her shoulders. A mischievous smile and a contagious giggle. We played together as kids, but she has grown up very nicely since then. She's now built like ... mmmmm ....
Can cousins marry in this state?
Me? I am simply indulging in the scenery by the pool. A guy couldn't ask for a better landscape than my pretty cousin and aunt. My sister is by the pool, too, in a bikini and my mom is in a modest one-piece, but ... well, they're my sister and my mom. C'mon. I'm not a perv.
I'm leaned back in the patio chair, pretending to be asleep behind these dark sunglasses, the hardback novel I'm reading spread open in my lap to hide Mr Stiffie while I do what every college boy since the caveman days has done: ogle female flesh.
Well, that is if they had had colleges in caveman days ....
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(Saturday morning)
"Allen?" my mom said as she stepped around from behind me, "C'mon, honey. We're going to have lunch inside. Those are some nasty-looking clouds coming in from the west and I don't want them to downpour on our sandwiches."
Oh ... just ducky.
How was I going to walk into the house like this? I could just see my sister, who is two years older than me, believe it or not: "Mooooom! Allen has an ereeeeection poking out in front of him! Make him stoooop!" You'd think that college would have made her grow up a little bit.
"C'mon, Allen." Mom grabbed the radio and the bowl of Chex we had been snacking on all morning.
"I'm coming, Mom."
My aunt and cousin were trotting with my sister from the strong, wet wind into the house. I was attempting to mentally will my penis to deflate.
"Now, Allen," she said as she started toward the house.
"Yes, ma'am."
My eyes caught a towel sticking out from under my cousin's lounge chair! I grabbed it and carried it in front of me to hide my lingering erection as I trotted after my mom from the large drops starting to hurdle down.
As we stepped into the house, the sky unloaded.
"Just in time!" my aunt giggled.
"Yeah, Rachel spent so much time in the pool this morning that just one more drop would leave her permanently wrinkled." I teased. Then, "OW!" as my cousin jabbed me in the side with her index finger, grinning.
"Don't you give me a hard time, Allen."
"I'll give you a hard time if I want to."
"Really? Will you give me a really hard time, Allen?"
My cousin was an "A" student and thought she was so much smarter than everyone else. She was trying to make some type of clever point now, though I had no idea what it was.
"Why don't you give me the towel, Allen?" she smirked.
Now I knew. "Cut it out, Rachel," I hissed. Mr Stiffie would not be a welcome guest at any family gathering.
"Whatsamatter, Allen?" she smirked. Then to my Mom. "Oh, you got wet, Aunt Barbara! Here," her hand darted over and whipped the towel out of my hands, "you'd better dry off. Use this."
I spun around and exited the room. "I'll be back for lunch in just a minute," I called as I headed for my room to pop my erection. It sure wasn't going to go down by itself.
"Evil cousin," I muttered as I climbed the stairs. "Evil, evil-- " I halted in front of the room that she and my aunt were staying in.
I thought a moment, torn.
Now look: I wouldn't do anything like this to any other person in the world except my cousin -- my cousin that had sprinkled some of that German itching powder in my pants when I was ten; my cousin that had spread Ben-Gay inside my jock strap just before a track meet when I was fifteen; my cousin that told me she would let me feel her breasts if I stripped and showed her my thingie last year, but ran off with my clothes before doing her half of the deal, leaving me to sneak up two flights of stairs naked.
My cousin that just stole the towel I was using to hide my erection.
Stepping into the room they were using, I fished in my cousin's suitcase until I came up with a bra -- a pretty turquoise silk and lace thing.
Then I slid my swimtrunks to my ankles. I would leave a little deposit in one of her cups. Wrapping the bra cup around Mr Stiffie, I started stroking. Getting into it after a few moments, I slid off my sandals and stepped out of the trunks.
The wind blew moist on my back in through the bedroom window my aunt and cousin had left open.
I would ... leave my ... cousin ... a nice little ... stain ... in her bra ... UUUUNNGGGHH!
"Allen?" I heard my mom come up the stairs.
Shit! I seemed to have my own personal do-gooder angel today, sabotaging everything I did.
I shouldn't be in this room, especially naked. No time to dress. I kicked the swimtrunks into the corner and climbed on top of the end table behind the door, still holding the soiled bra. Please don't let her look behind the door ....
"Allen?" Mom poked her head in the room and I held my breath.
Lightning flashed close outside the window.
"What the--?" my mother frowned at the shadow of my head and shoulders that the lightning cast above and behind the door.
She stepped further in and swung the door and ... her jaw dropped at her naked son standing hunched over on the end table in his aunt's and cousin's room, clutching a bra with a cup full of cum.
"Mom! I can explain!"
Even as panicked as I was, I frowned as strands of her hair seemed to float up into the air. Was she THAT mad ...?!
Ba-BOOM!!
I found myself tumbling forward, naked, onto my mom, then we both stumbled backward into the mirror across from the end table.
INTO the mirror.
