Winter had come and with it; revenge. Liana and I were well used to our bodies by now, 18 years of waiting was about to end. Unlike most people we had not waited after death to claim new bodies this gave us a connection to that other world that is felt more than seen. Liana, or as everyone else called her Brianna, and I, Sara practiced everyday in the secret places we created out of reality and the tree fort in our "grandparents" back yard. We had long outgrown the fort but the doorway was all that we really needed. Tucked away in these hidden places we formulated our plans and practiced our revenge.
Two weeks before the 18th anniversary of our death, and consequent birth our "grand parents" passed into the beyond. We watched them go hand in hand to that high place were all "souls" go for a time to await new bodies for them. It was not unexpected by anyone least of all us but it set our plans back. So we waited, two months, four months, in the end we waited an extra year to take our revenge. Looking back the timing couldn't have been better.
Our first step was to get him out of the house, a camping trip in memory of our parents and grandparents served nicely. Our first night we loaded the spare tent with open food packages and as we had hoped animals came in the night and in the morning the spare tent was nothing more than shredded cloth and poles. That left us with just two tents, he slept in one, Brianna and I slept in the other. Despite the fact that our bodies were identical twins she and I had been lovers for years, our spirits enacting our love through our bodies.
On the third night we moved to the second phase of our plan and placed raw meat under the outer edge of his tent. As we had intended animals came in the night and dawn found him huddled in a blanket shivering in fright. We were forced to move all of our food into the car and in the final move force him into our tent.
The first night passed peacefully enough as we had planed. Though he had some very erotic dreams, as evidenced by the huge cum stain on his sweat pants the next morning. The first day passed peacefully as well and we spent the day in preparation. Hiding the borders of our enclosed world, making sure that the opening of the tent and the doorway were aligned exactly. We could have taken him in the normal world but we wanted time and we controlled time within our secret world.
That evening we fed him a huge meal lacing everything with sexual enhancers and drive increasers. We also wore our skimpiest clothes and made sure that he saw tantalizing flashes of just about everything we had to offer at least twice. By the time the fire had burned down to coals he was squirming in his chair the bulge in his pants showing how revved up and horny he was.
Claiming weariness I went to bed first, Bri, held him by the dieing fire for another hour and then with a sensual strut and a silky purr to her voice she said she was going to bed and suggested that he join her. He was so horny that he never objected never asked what I might think never even brought up the issue of Bri being related to him.
As Bri passed through the entrance of the tent she held open the doorway and he slipped in surprised to find his face mashed against her left breast. Moving aside she allowed him to come in the rest of the way and when he did I sealed the doorway making it impossible for anyone without powers to leave.
Brianna and I had always used alternate forms in our secret world. I was in my Amazon form; wild hair, bronzed skin, massive self supporting breasts covered by slim ragged strips of hide, flat six pack abs that flared smoothly into broad hips and a deep pelvis. I crawled on my knees towards him making animal sounds. When he turned to look at Bri she had also assumed her favorite form, that of a Greek goddess. Pale alabaster skin, haughty aristocratic features, piercing blue eyes, full breasts covered in a pure white toga, demure slim hips and flat belly hidden by the pleats of her dress. She stood in a place were there shouldn't have been room to stand and looked down on him with contempt. In her hand was a senchal or Greek war baton.
Still crouched he backed up his hands extended behind him as if he expected to feel the material of the tent. He met no such resistance and after a few steps he stopped and stood up turning around to see where the tent had gone. He could see clear to the horizon of our world, or more appropriately the horizon we had set, all was featureless green plane under a royal purple sky.
"Do you like it Daddy?" I asked in a low husky voice.
"Yes Daddy do you like it?" Echoed Bri in smooth cultured tones.
He spun around to face us. "How did you..." he trailed off "Why are you..." He trailed off again. "What did, how are..." every time he started a question it trailed off into silence.
It was time; We built the house first, not our house but a replica of the hotel room where our bodies were conceived. Then we added the bodies, the much younger me in my old body and him both naked both obviously in the throws of ecstasy. We played the scene forward and back then we began jumping through the events in our lives. We watched as his sperm, magnified to massive proportions, mated with an egg and began to divide. Throughout it all he stood petrified by what he was seeing. Then we showed him our deaths, his brutal murder of us. Finally we plunged him into darkness and kept him there until he began to scream.
"Are you ready, Daddy?" I asked from the darkness and my voice echoed around him.
"Are you ready, lover?" Bri asked from right next to him in the darkness.
"Do you want it, Daddy?" I asked from directly behind him.
"Come to me, lover." Bri husked from the in directly in front of him.
Animal sounds began to emerge from the darkness, deep predatory husks and yowls, brilliant yellow and green and red eyes peered from the darkness. Deadly shadows more felt than see in the dim light we now created. He ran, ran for the light that never came closer. He ran until he fell from exhaustion and then he crawled all the time with our voices egging him on and the animal eyes and sounds harrying him.
