From the Author
I tried to format this a little differently than the last one. To "break up" the Main Character from the person he was using the USB on. Hopefully that makes for a little more cohesive tale, as some of the readers were thrown off by Westley being so 'active' in another person's thoughts. It's a return to Incest which some of you might like. It's also probably the last of the USB POV stuff.
Enjoy!
Fucking Magic: A Potion Problem
Part 8 - Memory Inception
My first instinct was to drive them home and leave the car in the driveway. But then I saw the garage door clicker clipped to the dash, which meant I could get them in without being seen. So when I got to a stop sign I almost started rooting through his glove box, knowing his car insurance or registration would have their address. I didn't get far, didn't have to, reaching that way with my right hand. The hand with the new USB 'tattoo' on it.
"Might as well." As soon as I thought that the thing popped out of being 'ink' and went to being very real in my palm. It was creepy. I checked the rearview to make sure I wasn't holding up traffic, before I could look back I was already plugged into Jessica. The thing had snaked back into her dangling leg. The way to their home springing to my mind from hers, the alarm code, there was no dog or other surprises to worry about. "Perfect."
The fact that it had an alarm was funny, it was perhaps the only house on the block that I wouldn't rob. If I was a robber. Like the shed out back that I had seen in Jacob's head they hadn't painted it in a long time. I sensed from Jessica that she had denied her husband. He wanted to put up new siding, but she didn't want to spend the money. He wanted to scrape and paint, but she wanted him to cook, clean, and watch the kids when he got back from work. She told him that she was tired from cleaning and watching the kids all day but besides when they cried, she really didn't pay them much attention. Not that she really thought of it that way. Still, I was really feeling bad for that gut punch I'd given Jacob. Especially as I thought about how far I'd thrown that rock.
Keeping low in case of the neighbors I pushed the button, rolled into the far spot in the garage. Closed the big door behind us before rushing into the house to turn off the alarm. It had come with the house, not a purchase Jessica would have allowed. Once that was done I scouted the place, empty. Jessica had "told me" there were no cameras but as I carried her to her bedroom, naked I wondered if magically in love and clearly suspicious Jacob had some.
So I plugged into him again after carrying him into their room, dropping him on the bed. Only realizing then I could have had them walk this entire time by plugging into them. He instantly let me know he did indeed have two cameras hidden in the house they fed to his computer in the basement, he "gave me" his password. With my plan in mind I thought, "Gross I'm going to have to strip him!" But plugged in and under my control he stood up and started stripping himself. After he finished he fell back into bed.
"How did you get here?" I asked myself, there was zero information that came from Jacob. That didn't surprise me but I felt his brain trying to answer it, even though it had been rhetorical. Sighing, I had never liked Jacob in high school, he had been a preppy fucking asshole. A douche but not a... go out of his way and tease you sort of asshole, just a nose turned up and eyeroll sort. "If I find a cure for them, I'll... Try to get you one too."
It was bad enough that the potion was making mom and my aunt fuck me and think about running away with me. That it was making them become my devoted LITERAL sister wives. Jessica hadn't known that it was the magic potion but she had taken more and more from him, that the potion assured he would always forgive. He was basically a servant. She was a queen. If she had known that he was totally under her control it would be a thousand times worse, and it was already pretty bad. I didn't want to do that to my own relatives, I didn't want to have that sort of control over anybody. Which made me look at the USB and realize how much control I did have over everyone with it. I could make these two work-a-holics. Sixteen hour days and send me everything they didn't need to sustain themselves.
I didn't. I wouldn't. I would already feel bad that if I cured Jacob I could be breaking up his family, but it was the right thing to do. I had to balance my karma.
Shaking all that away, I planted the idea that they'd had a huge fight. Over money, which they had a right to fight over because fucking Jessica had insane spending habits. Like
thousands
of dollars on "in game" purchases for the dozen phone games she wasted away her days playing. The brand new cars that she seemed to value over fixing up their house, and weekend trips to spa resorts.
After the fight that I implanted in their heads, I put in that they made up with some wild sex. I was a little creeped out as Jacob popped an erection at the implanted memories. Jessica's mind reacted differently. Maybe it was how a woman's mind worked, maybe just her. She instantly spun up what I thought of as, "Was it like this?" requests. Bringing up past memories of her and Jacob, which meant that the one that was not like the others stuck out to me vividly.
Which I fell into...
*****
"We had a fight." Jessica said, letting out over the top sobs as the door opened, but not actually crying.
"Oh my god! You poor poor thing." It was Jessica's best friend, Sam.
This was almost two years ago. This was the affair, I guess Jessica wasn't too horrible of a person because it was the ONLY one until me. I didn't need Jessica's mind to tell me this was Samara Aquilo, even though, like her best friend, she'd dropped the goth look. The naughty younger me had always hoped Samara would join us for our "fun". The goth look didn't ring that nicely on the latina as it did Jessica, but I wasn't picky. That fantasy wasn't born from nothing, I wouldn't say she "watched" us, but from time to time she'd been in the room, car, or meadow when Jessica and I messed around.
She'd never had a boyfriend. It had always been in my head that if I had been a hint cooler, slyer, or even bolder I could have gotten both. Jessica's brain told me no, not because she thought Samara wouldn't do it. Nope, but because of her, she wouldn't have shared me. Even after it was over between us and she knew we'd be good together she would have forbidden Samara, not that she would have tried.
Dropping the Goth thing was a good move for her. Jessica's mind telling me it was only recently that Samara had gotten used to a subtle make-up application. She was looking very pretty here, long dark brown hair straight and well past her shoulders. Bangs but longer and swept to the side out of her face. She was still in her nurse's outfit, the logo of the only old folks home in Defluer on her breast. Her grandparents were in there, Jessica's mind supplied, she worked there to pay for them since none of the rest of her family could chip in more than twenty bucks here and there. It was why she'd given up the goth thing a little past graduation, to get and keep that job.
She had traded the goth look for just too much make-up for several years. Despite finding a good stride over the last couple it was because of her grandparents that she still didn't have much of a life. She worked long hours to make enough that they had a place to live and be cared for, plus for herself to have a small place that she didn't end up spending much time at thanks to all the work. Jessica had always wanted to tell her she should make one of her other relatives do it. Those long hours meant she didn't have time for a boyfriend. The poor thing had gone from being a relative outcast in high school, (I think I was her only other friend. We talked now and again after the breakup, always in secret because she didn't want to piss Jessica off.) to being overworked after.
"Oh my god! Come in! Come in! No kids?" I could see that Samara would have been excited to see her adopted niece and nephew.
