Marion tossed and turned all night. She wasn't sure why. She hadn't had any reluctance bringing Ryan into the Hive; why should Rachel be any different? They were both her children. The only difference was that Ryan was male and Rachel was female. Somehow the difference was profound to Marion, but she couldn't really put it into words.
In the morning Marion felt relief as she watched Rachel gobble down her breakfast under her father's predatory eyes and prepare to head off to her classes at the nearby University of Charlotte.
"What time will you be home, dear?" Paul asked.
Rachel shrugged. "The usual. Three or four." She had no idea what was in store for her. "I have a big chemistry test tomorrow. I really have to study tonight."
"Good luck with that," said Paul, with a forced smile.
"Thanks Dad," she said. She got up and left. In a moment they heard the front door slamming behind her.
Paul turned to Ryan. "You will take her this afternoon, after school."
"Paul, you heard her! She has a big test tomorrow. Can't this wait one more day?" Marion asked.
"The Hive does not care about tests, any more than it cares about your absence from your job or me from mine," said Paul. "Once Rachel joins the Hive, she will be given a new set of tests to complete. You will bring her into the Hive today, Ryan."
"I can't wait," Ryan grinned.
There was something about Ryan's grin that discomforted Marion. "Ryan... did Michelle give you any instructions when the two of you were... recreating?"
"She sure did, Mom," Ryan grinned. "She told me to make Sis beg for it. To squeeze the need out of her, to bring her to the edge and keep her there for a while. She said I'd enjoy the taking better that way."
"No, Ryan," Marion protested. "You are not bringing Rachel into the Hive that way!"
"But Mom, Michelle said-"
"I don't care what Michelle said. You are going to bring your sister into the Hive with gentleness and compassion, do you understand?" Marion looked over at Paul, as if daring him to contradict her. But Paul simply shrugged and turned away.
Later that afternoon, when Rachel returned home from her classes at the University of Charlotte, Marion and Ryan gave her a few minutes to settle in, and then joined her. As soon as they entered her bedroom, their riders started to emit the airborne pheromones.
"What is that smell?" Rachel asked, wrinkling her nose.
"It's nothing, dear," said Marion. "Sit down, and let's have a talk."
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Marion wanted to make Rachel's transition into the Hive as painless as possible. Rachel would be scared and confused at first. That was natural, of course. Marion hoped that in the loving company of her mother and brother, that they could make the process a little easier for her.
Marion was unsurprised when she found Ryan dressed only in a bathrobe when Rachel arrived home from school. What surprised Marion even more, though, was that she was wearing a bathrobe too.
She had found herself undressing in the bathroom without being sure why she was doing it. She looked at her heavy titties in the mirror, and squeezed them and smiled. Then she put on her own bathrobe and joined Ryan in Rachel's bedroom. She didn't question what she was wearing until she saw what Ryan was wearing. And then she realized that somehow, her rider expected her to be an active participant in Rachel's conversion.
And so late in the afternoon, Marion and Ryan, both wearing nothing but bathrobes, came into Rachel's bedroom to see Rachel casually studying her Pad. She was lying on her bed with her legs spread wide. Marion made sure to close the bedroom door firmly behind them. There was actually no need for that as Paul had taken Susan shopping, but the closed door somehow made Marion feel more secure for what she and Ryan were about to do to her eldest daughter. Thinking of Paul alone with Susan, Marion wondered if Rachel was the one she needed to be worrying about.
Marion shook her head. She needed to focus on the present.
"Hey Mom, Ryan, what's up?" said Rachel. She had a skimpy short sleeve shirt on and shorts. Her 19 year old daughter had a small frame and small breasts. Marion sometimes thought that Rachel had a childlike body, compared to her younger sister, Susan, who had much larger breasts and was more physically mature. But still Rachel had beautiful wavy brown hair, long legs, and a brilliant smile. All of which would very soon be put in the service of the Hive.
"We have something to talk to you about, dear," said Marion, glancing again to make sure the door was still closed. It was. She smiled as she smelled Ryan's musky scent start to fill the room.
"What is that smell?" Rachel asked, sniffing the air.
"I don't smell anything," said Marion. "Do you, Ryan?"
"No Mom," said Ryan, grinning at her.
"Dear...." How to begin? Marion cleared her throat as her pulse started to race. "Something... something has happened to your brother and I," said Marion. "Actually, your father, your brother, and myself."
"I noticed," said Rachel, frowning. "What have you two really been doing in the bedroom while Dad was gone every evening?"
If she expected them to be embarrassed, she was wrong.
"We were pleasuring each other," said Marion, in a sultry tone.
"What?" Rachel asked. She looked stunned.
"We... we were making love," said Marion firmly, shifting from one foot to another.
Rachel's jaw dropped open. "You... and Ryan?"
"Yes," said Marion reluctantly. This was not going quite as she had planned. Her rider whispered something softly in her ear, too low to be understood. "Perhaps it would be easier if we simply showed you," said Marion. She nodded to Ryan, and they both opened their bathrobes at the same time. And then, in a move that shocked her to the core, Rachel saw her brother and her mother completely naked.
"Mom! Ryan! What are you doing?" Rachel said, scrambling backwards in her bed. Rachel didn't want to look at their bodies, but couldn't help herself. She had seen both of them naked before, of course, but only by accident, and only for a few seconds in odd, unexpected times. But now her mother and brother stood completely nude in front of her, showing off their bodies for closer examination.
Her mother was simply gorgeous. Rachel had always realized what an attractive mother she had, but that was always hidden by baggy clothing. She felt envious as she studied her mother's heavy breasts. Marion had the largest areolas she had ever seen. And between her legs... she had dark pubic curls, and fleshy labial lips.
And Ryan... Ryan had a handsome chest, which she had seen before, and strong muscular thighs. And between those thighs... Rachel looked at her brother's penis. Even flaccid as it was now she could tell it was of a good length. She always thought of him as a boy, but with his hairy penis hanging between his legs he was undeniably a man. Rachel felt aroused and embarrassed all at the same time. Her pulse started racing, and she felt a tingling between her legs. Just what was that smell? It was like Mom's natural scent only... much more powerful.
Marion stood there with her legs spread, letting her daughter study her. At one time Marion would have been ashamed to be naked, even in front of her children. Those days were long gone. She smiled warmly at her daughter and cupped her own breasts suggestively, before letting them fall from her hands.
Ryan's musky, manly scent was thick in the air now. Marion could see a sheen of perspiration starting to break out on Rachel's forehead, and she slowly began to rub her thighs repeatedly as if attempting to put out a fire. The pheromones were rapidly working on her, even if Rachel herself was not fully aware of it.
"Mom, why did you and Ryan take off your clothes?" Rachel asked. She felt confused, as if her mind was wrapped in thick cotton.
"So we can show you this," said Marion. She and Ryan slowly turned around. Rachel's jaw dropped a second time as she saw the riders on their back. Ryan's had its first ring; Marion's had its second, and she was gaining ground on developing her third, the final stage of maturity. Marion's rider was big and meaty, more than four pounds, and more than 3 inches thick as it pulsated on her back. Her skin was red and peeling around the edges of it
"Mom! Ryan! What are those things on your backs?"
"Don't be frightened, dear. They are called riders," said Marion. Moving very slowly, she sat down on the bed next to her daughter. Rachel shrank away. Marion moved closer and put an arm around her. "There's nothing to be afraid of."
"What are they? What do they do?" Rachel asked.
Marion smiled at her first born. "They make us very happy. We're here to give you a rider, so it can make you very happy too."
"What? I'm not taking one of those!" said Rachel, abruptly pulling away from her mother. But Marion could see the nipples sticking out of Rachel's shirt. The smell of her mother's musky scent was even thicker now. Rachel was becoming aroused. She would soon be ready to join the Hive.
Rachel looked from her brother to her mother with alarm. "You say they make you happy. What does that mean? What do they make you do?"
"They...." Marion struggled to find words which Rachel would accept. "They are special companions who teach us that love is universal. That we are all sexual beings, with equal needs and desires."
"What does that mean?" Rachel asked, her eyes narrowing.
"I... I will show you," said Marion hesitantly, as she heard a whispered suggestion too low to understand in her head. She hadn't intended to do this, but somehow, she had. Suddenly she knew why she had undressed for the occasion, and why she had been sent to accompany Ryan. Part of Marion was ashamed by what she was about to do next, but a much larger part of her was excited by it.
And then Marion slowly lay back on Rachel's bed, and bent and spread her knees, shamelessly exposing her vulva to her oldest daughter for the very first time.
"Mom! What are you doing?" Rachel cried.
The answer was quickly forthcoming. Ryan, with a shit eating grin, slowly got on top of his mother and inserted himself inside her.
He did it without even hesitating,
Marion thought.
"Ryan, no!" Rachel cried. But Ryan didn't even pause as he started to move his penis in and out of his Mother's vagina. He had been instantly erect from the moment he entered her; his rider had seen to that.
Rachel watched Ryan make love to their mother. Rachel was only partially aware as she put her right hand inside her shorts. She had inhaled too much of Ryan's pheromones and had fallen into its grasp without fully realizing it. She felt a burning tension, a tension that needed easing. Rachel's fingers burrowed into her panties and she started to rub her clit as she watched Ryan thrust into Marion.
"You shouldn't be doing this!" Rachel cried, even as she touched herself inside her pants in front of them. "You're mother and son!"
"Ryan is no longer my son," said Marion firmly, as she felt confidence radiating between her shoulder blades. The shame she had felt as she had prepared her body to be used in the master bathroom had all but evaporated. She felt only pride, now, and also joy, as her only son richly penetrated her yet again. She looked Rachel squarely into the eye even as Ryan moved inside her. "Ryan is a sexually mature male, and I am a sexually mature female. Look how well our parts fit together." Ryan sunk his manly rod in and out of her furry bush again and again. Marion's thick, red labial lips massaged his ravaging tool tightly with every thrust. As Rachel watched, the tension in her clit increased, and she felt her heart beating more rapidly.
"A perfect fit," Marion said smugly.
