Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Both Lucas and Rana found themselves in a room they couldn't remember being inside. Rana's lower lip quivered as the emotional roller-coaster continued. The ecstasy of her brother making love to her last night was now replaced by the discovery of her mother's influence, both how deep it went, and what lengths she had gone to in order to control her children.
It was all there on file. She kept notes on what she'd done, like she was proud. Rana saw the partial silver lining-their mother was merely a dangerously powerful sociopath, not a psychopath.
Meredith had nearly sent Lucinda off to an asylum on the other side of the country for her continued resistance to mental conditioning. Apparently, it was the destination "vacation" place most folks who opposed her ended up. Instead of letting her children discover themselves, she inserted herself into their lives, interfering with romantic interests.
What surprised Rana was what happened on Lucas's fifteenth birthday. Even before then, both Lucy and she began noticing their younger brother in a different, more romantic way. Of course, some of that was her brother's demonic heritage, which by itself would and should have blown her mind. However, her own mother had been using a demonic gift over the last eighteen years to become Mistress of her domain. There were 6 terabytes' worth of files in this house alone. A respectable network of what she called thralls existed to serve her will. These people had been enslaved with the Dialect, corrupted into loyal servants capable of expanding her power base. They were her lieutenants, twelve world-wide, each vassal responsible for their own staff, influential in their own right.
Four were stationed in North America, three in the United States. One in particular, Lucas eyeballed. A gorgeous looking woman of Asian descent, with breathtaking eyes and delicate features. Rana knew she appealed to Lucas. Hell, who wouldn't she appeal to. Rana imagined her mother stoking this woman's love and devotion to her. Her name was Kei Fiorentino, and her base of operations was the Keburo, a name for a yacht. She lived on a yacht! She also owned three other homes, but the yacht definitely caught their eye.
On the one hand, Rana felt lucky. Her mother had become one of the most powerful people in the country, if not the world. She amassed a personal fortune and a power base that seemed impressive. Never mind her own mother had mind controlled her so thoroughly that she'd become submissive by nature. Never mind how many times she let herself become cowed, completely intimidated by her 5'11 imposing figure. Mother stood seven inches over her and that was without heels.
In her life, Rana never felt outright hatred toward anyone, until now. Looking at her mother, she wanted to hurt if not absolutely demolish her. Find what she loved and crush it in front of her eyes. Rinse, repeat for as many times as possible until she knew her mother was broken. The only problem was that her mother had loved power.
All this played out in her mind, but she realized Lucas had already done a better job of that. No longer possessing all that control, all that power and wealth. It was all Lucas now, and he just turned eighteen.
The trio wore next to nothing, befitting of their new situation. Lucas wore a robe but had nothing on underneath. Rana wore panties and a sports tank that showed off her belly and a good portion of her new pride and joy, the womb tattoo.
Her mother wore a belly chain made of gold, with diamonds on it, another gold and diamond ankle chain and a thin necklace, stiletto heels and a seductive grin.
"What is she still doing here?" Rana asked.
"Trapped," Lucas said. "Call it revenge. If you think I'm being petty, call it justice. She's fully aware of what's happening, but unable to do anything about it. Gradually, I suspect she'll become more accepting of her situation. I'm not letting her show it because of how I feel for you, Rana."
His hand caressed her cheek, and she fully leaned into it, loving the feeling of the brother she fantasized about for the last three years.
"My slave," he whispered into her ear. "You are mine, Rana. Not because I made you, but because..."
He let her finish the sentence.
"... I love you," she said, her voice redolent with emotion. "You are my one and only Master."
"And you are my willing Fuck Toy," He cooed, putting a hand on her shapely ass, giving it a healthy squeeze. Her hip rose into his palm reflexively, like a moth to a flame. Rana almost purred.
"As Master wills," Meredith said, effectively breaking the romantic spell.
Rana said, "You know, Mother never could mind fuck either you or I into not being in love. Was it fate, or something else?"
Lucas smiled. "She couldn't destroy our connection, despite how many times she tried."
Rana moved away from her Master to round on the despicable creature that was her mother. Lucas watched, choosing to give his sister more freedom than perhaps he should, but he wanted to know where she stood with her own mother.
"You forgot, Mistress," the blond bookworm said, her voice shaking with contempt. "You will address me as your Mistress as well."
Rana saw her mother give her a familiar look; she had always figured it to be disappointment, but now she knew it was outright dismissal. Her mother saw her as too weak to command.
Suddenly, she heard herself use the Dialect!
"
Address me as Mistress, Whore
!" Rana yelled, speaking a tongue no human dared speak. It made her throat hot. Her belly warmed up, making her realize the womb tattoo enabled her to speak the Dialect.
Mother was on her knees, tears streaming down her face.
"Mistress, Mistress, I'm sorry," she said, sobbing. "I meant no offense, I..."
"... can make it up to me," Rana said, strolling over until her crotch was inches over her mother's face. Rana moved the gusset of her panties to the side, widening her stance enough.
Meredith took the obvious cue and immediately went to town on her daughter's open gash, assaulting it with her tongue and fingers, doing her best to make up for her earlier impertinence.
Lucas was proud of his sister. She was older than he, but younger in a lot of ways. They both found themselves in a much bigger world, and from now on, he was going to need someone to keep him grounded. His sister, the future mother of his first child, would have a special place in his burgeoning empire.
"That's it, Sis. Make Mom work for her meal. She's our slave now," he said.
Rana, eyes fluttering because of the jolts of electricity being generated by her mother's desperate cunt-licking, refocused on her brother; the future father of her child.
"She has to do what we say?"
From below her, Meredith looked up at her daughter, giving her a brief nod while not daring to take her hungry lips off the warm, frothy cunt. Her son's dick milk was still inside, marinating overnight, forming a tasty soup that was chicken soup for her dark soul. Moaning feverishly around her daughter's labia, she slurped and kissed like a woman possessed, desperate to please her Mistress. Lines of drool fell off her chin onto her own breasts as her hand cupped her own tit on its way to finger her own needy pussy.
"Mom's trapped somewhere between wanting to and having to. I'm not sure if the distinction is that important, given the circumstances," Lucas said, watching mom go down on her daughter with sexual abandon. Since mother took his cherry and introduced him into this new dynamic, his cock was always at half-mast, but seeing the lewd sight hardened him further. He figured that was a combination of his demonic heritage and the incestual union with two members of his family.
Soon to be three. Rana kept track of Lucy through texts, due to arrive this afternoon. Lucas didn't have a plan, but he knew his cock would be inside her before the end of the day, a last birthday present.
