Liquid Bliss

Chapter 7

Things were going well for Danny; he had returned to slipping Aunt Sarah the normal Liquid Bliss during her nighttime routine and had been able to continue the routine of slipping into her room after bedtime, fucking her, then slipping back to his own room unnoticed. He'd even managed to get her alone a few times behind his parents backs, fucking her in the local movie theater a few times, then another time when she'd taken him out to practice driving. After all of these, she still gave no indication that she realized he was having his way with her as much as possible.

One day, while talking to Mike, his friend let him know about a new discovery he had made. "So, it's called 'Echo', Danny. It's basically a way to record thoughts and memories, then play them back. Pretty neat, huh?"

Danny was intrigued. "How does it work?"

Mike chuckled, "Well, it's a bit complicated, but basically, it uses a combination of nanobots and neurochemicals to map out the brain's neural pathways. Then, it records the electrical impulses that correspond to specific memories or thoughts."

Danny's curiosity was piqued. "That sounds... interesting, Mike."

"That's not all, though. This is the relevant part for you: When combined with Liquid Bliss, it has a crazy effect... you can basically tell someone what they're thinking, and later, that thought will be imprinted inside their mind. Some real 'Inception' shit!" Mike said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Imagine being able to plant ideas in someone's head, make them think they came up with an idea all on their own. The possibilities are endless, Danny. Think about it - you could make Aunt Sarah think she's been dreaming about you, wanting you, needing you. She'd be putty in your hands, all the time."

Danny shifted uncomfortably in his chair, the idea both thrilling and unsettling. "I don't know, Mike. That's some dark shit. I don't want to mess with her mind like that."

Mike rolled his eyes. "Ok ok, cause fucking her every night and making her forget about it is totally normal... But you know the issues you have with your parents? This could totally solve that!"  Mike insisted, leaning in closer to the camera. Your parents are always on your case about something, right? School, chores, your so-called 'unhealthy' gaming habits. What if you could make them think you were the perfect son? That you were studying harder, helping out more, even enjoying some wholesome outdoor activities? They'd be none the wiser, and you'd finally have some peace and quiet to do what you really want to do."

Danny hesitated, considering Mike's words. He had to admit, the idea of having his parents off his back was tempting. It seemed like they were always popping up anytime he had an erection and wanted to get Sarah alone. It would be great to get them to want to take a vacation or take up a hobby or something.  Anything to keep them out of his hair. But the idea of manipulating their minds like that still made him uneasy. That seems like a slippery slope. "What if something goes wrong? What if I can't control it?" He asked.

Mike waved a dismissive hand. "Nothing's gonna go wrong, dude. We're testing it extensively. Plus, it's not like you're gonna be doing anything crazy. Just a little nudge here and there. Suggesting an idea, not forcing it."

Danny still wasn't convinced. "So what's the catch?" Danny had known Mike long enough to know something like this had to have some sort of catch like it turned your hair a weird color, or made you see little green men, or was instantly lethal... it couldn't just be perfect.

Mike must have sensed his hesitation, because he leaned back in his chair, his expression turning serious. "Look, Danny, okay okay okay. So there is one small issue:  Echo has a bit of a... side effect."

Danny raised an eyebrow. "I knew it. What side effect?"

Mike scratched the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable. "Yeah, well, it's not a big deal, really. It's just that, when you use Echo to plant an idea, it creates a... a kind of mental reverberation, if you will. Basically one idea goes in, but another idea comes out."

"So what the hell does that mean?" Danny asked, now intrigued.

Mike continued. "So it's still being tested, but like, the person just forgets something. It's not always clear what they'll forget but sometimes it's a person's name, or a phone number, easy shit like that."

"And other times?" Danny urged.

"Okay, so just once, a woman totally forgot who her husband was... but dude she was really old already and I'm pretty sure it was Alzheimer's that did the heavy lifting there." Mike said, laughing nervously.

Danny's eyes widened. "You're kidding me, right? That's not funny, Mike. That's terrifying."

Mike held up his hands. "Hey, hey, hey, calm down. I'm just saying, it's a minor glitch, that's all. And it's only happened that one time. Plus, think about it -- if anything, it could be useful."

Danny sighed, considering Mike's words. Well I appreciate the information, but I'm good for now."

......

A few days later at dinner, Aunt Sarah made an announcement, clinking her wine glass with a spoon and standing up from the table. "I've been offered a job in Seattle, guys. It's a great opportunity for me, but it means I'll have to move away."

"That's great, Sarah!" his mom said, smiling. "But it's so far away. Are you sure you want to do this? It's no problem having you here, right guys?"

Danny and his dad both agreed with his mom, Danny being careful to not seem overly enthusiastic. Really, he was incredibly disappointed, if Aunt Sarah moved away, there went his access to ridiculously easy hot sex... He'd grown accustomed to basically fucking Aunt Sarah as much as he wanted now, spoiled even. It had been a dream come true, but loosing her would be a nightmare.

"It's a big step for sure. I asked if they could do remote, they said they'd potentially entertain the idea, even up to a few years, but I think it's better if I just cut ties and go." Sarah seemed determined, her mind having been made up. "I think it's time for a fresh start, you know? A new city, a new job, a new life. I've been stuck in this town for too long, and I think it's time to spread my wings."

Danny's heart sank. He knew he should be happy for her, but all he could think about was how much he was going to miss their secret nights together. He tried to keep his voice steady as he asked, "When are you planning on leaving?"

"I have to be there by the end of the month," Sarah replied, taking a sip of her wine. "I know it's sudden, but the company wants me to start as soon as possible."

Danny nodded, trying to hide his disappointment. "That's... that's great, Aunt Sarah. I'm happy for you." He forced a smile, but his mind was racing. He only had a few weeks left with her, and he was determined to make the most of it.

After dinner, Danny excused himself and retreated to his room. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, letting out a sigh. He couldn't believe that Sarah was leaving.

But what if she didn't want to?

Mike's sales pitch on Echo came flooding back to him.  The idea of keeping Sarah close, of making her want to stay, started to take root in Danny's mind. He knew it was risky, but he also knew he couldn't just let her go without a fight. He went to his computer and got on a video call with Mike.

"Hey, Mike," Danny said, trying to keep his voice casual. "I've been thinking about that stuff you told me about, Echo. I need to know everything about it, and I need to know it yesterday.

Mike let out a whoop on the other end of the line. "Hell yeah, Danny! I knew you'd come around. You won't regret this, man!"

....

Mike broke down Echo for him, explaining what it was, how it was made, how they stumbled across it in the lab, and how it would react with Liquid Bliss. Most of the technical chemical mumbo jumbo went right over Danny's head, but he got the gist of it. Echo was a mind-mapping substance, a way to navigate thoughts and memories. When combined with Liquid Bliss, it could plant ideas in someone's head, making them believe they were their own thoughts.

"Alright, so how do I use it?" Danny asked, leaning in closer to the screen.

Mike grinned, "Well, first you gotta get her to ingest a combination of the two chemicals, I'll send you breakdown of all the numbers and amounts. That's the gateway drug, if you will. Once she's under, you can use the effects of Echo to plant whatever idea you want in her head."

Danny nodded, his mind racing with possibilities.

"Okay, so I give her the stuff, wait for it to kick in, then use Echo to make her want to stay, right? Sounds easy."

Mike held up a finger. "Not quite. You see, Echo is a bit finicky. It needs a trigger to work properly. Something that'll make her receptive to the idea you're planting."

Danny thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers. "Her job offer. She said she could do remote work for at least a little while, maybe I twist it, make her want to stay here and work remote."

Mike clapped his hands together. "Exactly! Now you're getting it. That would probably work, until her company actually makes her move to Seattle. It just has to be something that will sort of jar the person, so you present it in a way that will sort of unsettle them. Now, about the eighteen hour rebound time..."

"What eighteen hour rebound time, Mike?" Danny asked.

"Oh... I must've missed that...." Mike's voice trailed off.

"What's the eighteen hour rebound time, Mike?" Danny asked, furrowing his brow.

Mike hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, right. So, uh, Echo is basically re-writing these people's brains, right? That takes time. In a clinical setting we've seen people down for around eighteen hours while it takes hold."

Danny considered this new information. "Dude she can't just fucking pass out for eighteen hours, my parents would notice that."

"Well, you might not like my next suggestion then.." Mike paused for suspense. "Drug your Aunt AND your parents! They'll all pass out at the same time!" Mike exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement. "Think about it, Danny! If everyone's asleep, no one will notice Sarah being out! You can plant the idea, and by the time they all wake up, it'll be too late -- she'll already be convinced she wants to stay!"

Danny hesitated, considering Mike's suggestion. It was risky, but it could work. 'And besides', he thought, 'it's not like I have any other choices. I'm just... persuading them to see things my way.' He took a deep breath and made his decision. "Alright, Mike. Any other interesting details you forgot to tell me.?"

"One last thing... there's a small, minuscule probability that it might not work, and they'd wake up and remember everything."  Mike added, his tone suddenly serious.

"What happens then?" Danny asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

Mike shrugged. "Well, best case scenario, they'd think it was all a weird dream. Worst case, they'd know you drugged them and tried to mess with their minds. Also, all those fun memories your Aunt and Mom conveniently forgot because of Liquid Bliss? They'd probably come back. But hey, that's a risk you gotta take, right?" Mike said, his grin returning. "But hey man, it's not like you have much of a choice. You wanna keep your sexy aunt around, don't you?"

Danny was aghast. "Jesus Christ, you really buried the lead there, Mike. All of their memories could come back? I've fucked her like, hundreds of times at this point... and I came in my mom's mouth! Do you have any idea what would happen if they remembered all of that?"  Danny asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel the blood draining from his face as he imagined the fallout. His life as he knew it would be over. His family would be destroyed. He would be ruined.

"Relax, Danny. I told you, it's a small probability we're talking like seventeen percent. Basically nothing.....

Danny cut him off, "Seventeen percent??? That doesn't sound like nothing!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, I've been studying those cases, I've identified some anomalies in their case histories and I have some plans on ensuring you're all good. You see, a sugar solution, when added to the.."

Danny cut him off, "Are you totally sure, Mike? This could literally end my life."

"Trust me... when I'm done with this chemical they're gonna give me an honorary doctorate for all the shit I've discovered."  Mike said, puffing out his chest. "And besides, Danny, you're going to be fine. If this works, you get to keep your aunt around, and if it doesn't, well, let's just think positive thoughts, good vibes and all that, right? "

Danny sighed, trying to ignore the knot of dread forming in his stomach. Mike was right, he supposed. He had to try something. He couldn't just let Sarah leave without a fight. "Alright, Mike. I trust you. Tell me what I need to do."

Mike flashed him a triumphant grin.

....

A few days later, Danny received a new package in the mail from Mike. Inside were the two bottles he'd need, color coded for reference. Mike had drilled the steps into him, and Danny felt like he couldn't forget them if he tried.

The plan was to wait until that Friday night. His family had no plans for that Saturday and they weren't expecting any visitors, so Danny figured it would be a good time for them to be out cold for eighteen hours.

He had been preparing for this moment all week, going through the motions, thinking about what he was going to tell them as 'instructions', and most importantly acting normally, not wanting to raise any suspicions. He didn't want his parents to suspect anything, especially his mom, who had a knack for sensing when something was off.

Friday night arrived, and Danny's palms were sweating as he poured the contents of the two bottles into a large pitcher of lemonade he had made earlier. He stirred it gently, making sure it was well mixed. Per Mike's instructions he had bought a specific lemonade mix and added a few extra ingredients.

Later, at dinner, he made a big deal about everyone trying the special lemonade, and brought it out to them on a platter. He played it smart and made himself an un-spiked drink, making sure he got just regular lemonade.

He watched them carefully as they took their first sips, trying to discern any immediate effects. But they just smiled and praised the lemonade, none the wiser.

After dinner, Danny excused himself and retreated to his room, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe he was actually going through with this. It felt surreal, like he was in a movie or something. He tried to distract himself by playing some video games, but his mind was elsewhere. He kept checking the time, waiting for the moment when he could start phase two of his plan.

Mike had been clear: once they were all asleep, he had to act fast. He couldn't afford to waste any time.

Soon enough, Danny heard the telltale signs of his family's bedtime routine winding down. The TV went quiet, the lights in the hallway turned off one by one, and the house fell silent. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

He slipped out of his room, his footsteps muffled by the worn carpet. Mike had explained this very carefully. Once the "subject" was unconscious, all Danny had to do was speak to them and explain what he wanted them to think. The person typically would respond with questions and "the researcher" would have to answer them and sort of guide them, but Mike said it was easy. He decided to start with his parents first.

His plan for them was a quick in and out, explain they needed to not worry about having been asleep for this time period, and just convince them Danny was a good kid who didn't need to be worried about constantly. Sarah was going to be more difficult, and he needed to be prepared for that.

He crept into his parents' bedroom, the dim light from the hallway casting long shadows across the room. They were both fast asleep, their faces peaceful and untroubled. Danny took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed, close to his mom.

"Mom," he whispered, nudging her gently. "Mom, wake up."

She stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering open.

Danny held his breath, hoping she wouldn't wake up fully and start screaming. Instead, she looked up at him with a groggy, confused expression. "Danny? What's going on? Why are you in our room?"

Danny took a deep breath, trying to remember everything Mike had told him. "Mom, listen to me. You've been feeling really tired lately, remember? Doctor's orders, you need to sleep in tomorrow. You won't feel a thing, and when you wake up, you'll feel refreshed and ready to go. And whenever dad wants to have sex or wants a blowjob, you really want to give it to him, and you'll love it, okay? Just like when you sucked mine."

His mom blinked slowly, her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Okay, Danny. That sounds fine." She closed her eyes again, and within moments, her breathing returned to a steady, rhythmic pattern. Danny let out a sigh of relief, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. That was way easier than he thought it would be.

Next, he turned his attention to his dad. He nudged him gently, just like he had his mom. "Dad, wake up."

His dad groaned, rolling over onto his back. "What is it, Danny? What's wrong?"

Danny took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Dad, listen up. You've been under a lot of stress at work, remember? The doctor wants you to take a nap, okay? A long one. You won't feel a thing, and when you wake up, you'll feel like a new man. Also, no more late-night jerk off sessions outside of Aunt' Sarah's door, just peaceful sleep. When you feel like that, just have sex with Mom. She's gonna love sucking your dick. Understand?"

His dad grunted, his eyes still closed. "Sounds good, son. I could use a blowjob." And with that, he rolled back over and resumed his steady snoring.

Danny let out a sigh of relief, wiping his sweaty palms on his pajama pants.

Two down, one to go. He left his parents bedroom and made his way across the house to Aunt Sarah's, letting himself in the way he usually did.

She was asleep I under her comforter, and he moved over to the side of the bed. Seeing her like this got him a little horny, but he was on a mission.

"Aunt Sarah." He said.  Her eyes fluttered open, revealing a groggy but still sexy Aunt Sarah. Her large breasts looking amazing under her thin pajama top and he just wanted to give them a quick squeeze... Danny swallowed hard, trying to push down the lust that was rising inside him. This was not the time. He needed to focus.

"Aunt Sarah," he started, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need you to listen to me. The doctor wants you to take a long nap. You won't feel a thing, and when you wake up, you'll feel refreshed and ready to go."

Sarah blinked slowly, her eyes still heavy with sleep.

"What are you doing in my room?" She asked, but Danny continued insistently.

"Aunt Sarah, listen to me. You've been feeling really stressed lately, remember? But most importantly, you'll want to stay here, in this town, with us. You'll want to take the remote work option and forget about moving to Seattle."

Sarah's brow furrowed slightly, her eyes searching his face. "Stay here? With you and your family?" Sarah asked, her voice still groggy but starting to sound more alert. Danny could sense her mind trying to grasp the situation, but the effects of the drugs were still holding her in a foggy state.

"Yes, Aunt Sarah," Danny said, trying to keep his voice steady. "You'll want to stay here, with us. You'll want to take the remote work option and forget about moving to Seattle. You'll want to be close to us, to your family, for as long as possible, You'll wake up and want to call your company and fight them for it if you have to tell them you'll quit if they don't give it to you."