Ch. 03 - Hotel
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This story is a work of fiction (sad I have to say that). Everyone having sex in this story is over 18. This story will run the gamut between mind-control, non-consent, lesbian, incest and maybe even a dash of horror. If you have a sensitive stomach, try one of my other stories. Now on a final note, the laws of physics and the natural order are different from our world, so do not be put off by things that don't a lot of sense, just enjoy the world for what it is, a fantasy. I hope you enjoy and please leave comments.
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By the time they pulled in to the car port the sun was setting. Catherine and the girls went inside to register as Andrew and Frank brought in the luggage. The hotel was definitely luxurious, white marble tile, brass fixtures, a half-wall aquarium and plush carpeting.
Catherine handed a key to Andrew and a key to Frank. Andrew looked over and saw that Ellaine had a key also. His key read "105".
"So, what rooms do we have?" he asked, looking at his mother.
"The girls are in 101 and your father and I are in 103." She said, her looking down.
Andrew smirked at her thinking that distance would protect anyone. She was definitely not thinking straight. He was going to have to abuse her of any thoughts she had of hampering his access to his sisters was laughable,
Everyone went their separate ways. Andrew looked around the room. It had a nice king-sized bed, desk and a tv. He moved to the and closet tossed his case on the bed. Opening it, he pulled out a pair of jeans, an AC/DC concert shirt. He stripped down and went into the bathroom.
It had a large shower/bath and the tile was pure white. He stripped off his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. He saw the remains of the chemical burns. His nose looked much better than the last time he saw it. Probably reconstruction.
He saw burn scars on his chest, stomach and of course forearms and hands. They were pale and looked like small maps of mountains. He did not work for muscle mass, but he still exercised and he could see he had been idle for months. He would have to work up to his level of exercise to be fit again.
He turned on the water and adjusted it to be just under scalding. He went back to his case and took out the shampoo and soap his mother had packed for him. He stopped and thought about the change in him. What had happened? How had it happened?
What he had been experimenting on was just a drug that could be absorbed through the skin. It should not have had this kind of result. When he got home, he would contact some friends of his. Maybe they could figure out what happened. He didn't want this to get in anyone else's hands. He was going to keep this all to himself. He chuckled to himself.
He climbed into the shower and turned on the spray. That first shock of cold hit him and he nearly jumped, but then the hot water hit and his muscles relaxed. Putting both hands on the wall in front of him, he let the hot water massage his back and relaxed in the steam. After a few minutes he turned in the shower and let the hot water flow through his hair. He let his mind drift, trying not to guide it, just let his thoughts go where they may. He found himself looking at his dad, through his mother's eyes. Her thoughts contained anger and jealousy towards him for being with her sister.
Andrew was disappointed in her, yet again, for shoving the blame on him completely. Yes, his father worked a lot, it was his job, but lack of empathy his mother showed was unforgivable. He didn't know why she did what she did, but now he was going to make sure he found out. First, he was going to see how far he could push her. Maybe she would break, maybe she wouldn't. At this moment, he didn't really care. He was on a control high.
He heard the bathroom door open and distract him from his reverie. He felt a hand touch him on the shoulder. He did not react and just let the hot water continue to wash over his body.
"Fuck! You like it hot." Debbie said in shock and a little pain.
"Are you just going to stand there or get in with me."
He felt her get in with him. Which told him she stripped in the other room. She was intriguing him. He really wasn't influencing her, he even stopped making not talk about. She could do what she wanted and she wanted this. Standing behind him, she wrapped her arms around him, her head was even with the middle of his back.
"Your scars..." she leaned back and ran her hands over his chest, tracing the scars lightly with her fingers. She followed them down his chest and over his stomach making little noises as she did. She moved up to his shoulders and ran her hands down each arm, slowing at the scars. A moan escaped his lips and she continued down his body to his thighs. His moaning became stronger. Encouraged she finally reached his penis with both hands. He was definitely hard and ready. Her lips kissed his back, slowly, teasingly all her attention raised his arousal. She pressed her self against him, her breasts compressing against his back and her hard nipples actually poking him.
She slowly went to her knees behind him, kissing down his spine and then licking down the rest of the way and between the crack of his ass.
"Ah, as much as I am enjoying this, we cant right now." Andrew said.
"Hey now! Mom got her ass fucked, her pussy fucked and her cunt and ass eaten. I can't believe you are not going to use me too!" Debbie screeched.
Turning around, he took his sister by the shoulders. "No, baby girl. I just want to be washed up for you."
"I don't mind, I will eat your dirty ass."
"Okay, how about, I don't want to kiss you after you have licked my dirty ass." He said chuckling.
"Okay big brother, you don't have to kiss my ass tainted mouth." She said with a pouty voice.
"Good," he said, grabbing the shampoo. "Now get under the spray so I can wash your hair."
Debbie cooed at this and put her hair under the water. Soon her big brother was washing her hair. His hands were gentle but firm. The ran through her hair and massaged her scalp.
Even she didn't wash her hair like this. It felt very good and it was very stimulating. He moved her under the spray and rinsed her hair until all the shampoo was gone. She watched as he rinsed his hands and she heard another bottle opening. She started to turn but he stopped her, soon she felt his hands soaping her shoulders. They moved back and forth along her arms and back. She moaned softly and put her hands on the wall for support.
