Wayne found the new mannerisms of his possessed sister hot - definitely. However, he couldn't help but be disturbed by a certain perpetual oddity of hers.
Inside that same basement, just a mere minute after their steamy fucking session, a grinning and naked Mikayla said to him,
"Oh, and, Wayne."
"Y-Yeah, Mikayla?"
"Feel free to call me Runrot from time to time."
Wayne's heart leaped. Mikayla seemed to notice, letting loose a diabolical giggle - so smug yet deeply sensual.
"You'll make me happy by doing it, yes, Wayne?"
"Um..."
Mikayla breathed out, looking dead-serious as she whispered,
"Yes..."
Upon glancing left to right, a confused Wayne loudly answered,
"No."
Mikayla couldn't help but laugh an all-too-disturbing, sultry laugh.
It was strange: the fact that Wayne's cock had never been harder; despite having just fucked his sister for hours.
Abruptly, her laughter stopped. Mikayla maintained a small smile.
"I just know you're raring to go again; but I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while, big boy."
Wayne's eyes narrowed, his face appearing suspicious.
"Why... exactly?"
"I've things to prepare for our parents' return. It won't take me a month, but it'll be much more fun seeing you go that long without this..."
She trailed two fingers along her slit, parting it and revealing her wet, sticky cunt. Some of his semen dribbled out.
"addicting pussy."
Wayne breathed out, apprehensive and worked up.
"Y-You can't be fuckin' serious."
Mikayla moved forward and kissed him on the lips. Pulling out of the kiss, she dropped her voice to a whisper.
"Watch me."
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A day passed. Wayne definitely found it odd that his sister had seemingly "purchased" various occultic supplies first thing in the morning.
When he asked her how she could've possibly gotten them so fast and so early, she responded with a casual,
"I can fly now, Wayne. Don't you think there are other things that I'm capable of?"
He thought for a while.
"...Fair point."
She smiled, thereafter forbidding Wayne from entering the basement due to him having the means to cause unwarranted disruptions there.
No complaint was made on Wayne's part.
In the breaks Mikayla took from her preparations, she made sure to bring onto her brother relentless teasing.
In a skimpy dress with no underwear: A bend over, there. A slight shaking of the ass, here. A crude innuendo, while gazing right into her brother's eyes and watching as his cock harden... there.
Yearning followed. Tremendous yearning. In just that one day, Wayne made many requests to fuck his sister, even solely eat her out, or at the very least finger her. Mikayla shot him down each time with a coy smirk.
Then another day passed. And another - each day--for Wayne--more frustrating than the last.
Jerking off did little to satisfy Wayne - of course it did. No hand or sex toy could compare to the "addicting pussy" that was his slutty, supernatural sister's.
Then he had a thought.
'A month can't be so bad... right?'
Wrong.
Wayne's lust and blue balls elevated to a point--just three days later--that made him NEED to devise a plan. A plan to make his sister severely horny for him, the same as she made him - ideally more so.
However, that plan of Wayne's turned out to be an absolute failure. He'd attempted to seduce--if you could even call it that--his sister by behaving in ways that are... borderline cringe - more fit for professional porn actors or models to carry out.
He'd move about without his shirt, pour water on himself, talk all raspily, etc. Unbeknownst to him, his sister did--against her better judgment--find it all hot. However, she would not allow him to have his way so easily.
Therefore she'd kept her true feelings beneath a cheeky grin and would occasionally let out laughter along with a lighthearted,
"You're so silly!"
Due to an injury he received some years ago in football training, Wayne had acquired a certain motto that went: "Make sure to give up when it gets really hard".
And, although reluctantly, that Wayne did.
Somberly staring at the palm of his right hand, he thought,
'I guess I'll have to wait after all.'
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The day was finally here. First thing in the morning, Wayne was harder than he'd ever been. He jerked off at the sight and thought of his sister multiple times before she decided he'd had enough.
There was work to do. He was told certain things, and bestowed a specially-made suit that would help in carrying out the plan Mikayla had prepped for their parents.
Night arrived, and with it, their parents.
The front door slowly opened, and in they came.
They were dressed rather immaculately; the father wearing a crisp black suit fit for a top socialite, the mother in a luxurious cyan gown that did little to hide her more thick, salacious features.
Upon stepping inside--purposely moving with silence--they glanced about their home, making sure that everything was in order.
When it appeared so, the mother, Bonnie was the person to loudly announce her presence by yelling,
"Wayne, Mikayla, guess who's returned?!"
Above, hand-in-hand, the siblings came into view and began making their descent down the flight of stairs - smiles on their lips.
"Oh," their father, Hugh, voiced in surprise.
His shock was not merely because of their hand-holding, but mainly due to them being extravagantly attired, same as he and his wife. In fact, their clothes were identical to their parents' - solely different in color; Wayne's white, Mikayla's blood-red.
"Well, this is a pleasant surprise!" Bonnie shouted, grinning from ear to ear.
"Come come. Allow us to have a closer look at you two."
Wearing a satisfied smile, Hugh said,
"That allowance was well-spent, I see."
As soon as their children made their way before them, the father stayed in place, nodding as his eyes twinkled with a certain admiration. His children had made him proud in making the necessary preparations--going the extra mile--to celebrate their return.
He simply had to tell them in a heartfelt way,
"Thank you."
In unison, they responded with,
"Our pleasure."
The mother giddily moved about--close around her children--appraising every nook and cranny of their features.
"Ah," Bonnie somewhat moaned, stopping right before her daughter and shielding her eyes.
"So bright. So brilliant."
Mikayla blushed and giggled.
Removing the hand from her face, she genuinely told her daughter,
"You were already gorgeous, as you take after me, but this? The dress, the hair, the way your makeup's applied - everything est tout simplement magnifique! Well done, Mikayla!"
"Thank you, Mom-"
Bonnie's eyes widened.
"I-I mean: Mother."
Bonnie never seemed happier.
"Good. You're learning. You're twenty years old, at that age where you should--even in the comfort of your home--conduct yourself as if you're of the highest class - which you are. Always keep that in mind, Mikayla."
Mikayla nodded, smirking.
"Because I'll be the one superseding you, leading the company in the future."
Her mother's eyes narrowed, and she let out a low and dignified laugh, hiding her mouth with her palm.
When her laughter came down, she looked really and truly impressed.
"How unusually arrogant of you. You're not inherently superior due to your age or experience - no one is. How you perform, as well as your actions, will unequivocally speak for itself. Therefore, solely if or when you perform finer than your brother, DiaGlade shall belong to you."
Mikayla glanced at her brother.
"Then I must say, Mother, that I truly am looking forward to outclassing Wayne in every category."
Wayne didn't find her words amusing, unlike his father. The man watched his daughter with a certain intensity. It seemed as if something inside him was bawling out to say: "You! You, Mikayla! You're everything and deserve-!"
When it looked like he was about to vocally voice his thoughts, Mikayla clenched her fists, reining in his supernatural admiration for her.
'Too artificial; not yet perfect,' she thought.
"You outclass your brother in arrogance, that's for certain. Speaking of."
Bonnie hastily sat her eyes on her son, causing him to appear nervous, though he quickly straightened his posture.
"Monsieur Wayne McKnight, I do adore what you've done with yourself. Don't be shy, Son. Strike a few poses."
Wayne chuckled.
"Respectfully, I refuse, Mother."
"Oh? Is that right?"
"It is - completely, Mother."
Both Bonnie and Hugh grinned.
Next, Mikayla gleefully parted her lips to announce,
"Be amazed, dear gorgeous parents of mine, for I've prepared something of a feast that I believe you'll come to enjoy."
At her words, intrigue followed.
The family took their seats at the dining table, anticipating--with grins--the various delicacies spread out before them.
"My," Hugh said,
"it seems you've outdone yourself, Mikayla."
Mikayla showed all her pearly whites and--for a split second--everyone saw her body heighten in an ominous red glow.
When she next giggled, it sounded distorted; twisted; overly loud and demonic.
"As... I tend to, no?"
An awkward silence fell over the room. Everyone looked deeply uncomfortable, yet at the same time immensely aroused.
Wayne was the one to nervously get out,
"Mi-Mikayla?"
She licked her lips, excitement elevating.
"All according to plan, Wayne."
Wayne shivered, then Mikayla's voice went raspy--in an odd way--while calmly telling Hugh,
"This here's a truly special dish that'll make even your soul bound. Delight in consuming everything, Daddy."
"I-What is this?" Her father found himself horrified, seeing as he unwillingly went to gobble away at the food - knife and fork gripped a tad too tight.
He ate; elegantly but also with a rapt eagerness.
Meanwhile, Bonnie seemed unable to concentrate, drowsy; eyes shutting every now and again.
"Wayne."
Mikayla's giddy voice took Wayne out of his astonishment.
"Y-Yeah, Mikayla?"
"Be a dear and take Mom to the basement, would you? She's getting a tad sleepy, and it'll make me glad if she sleeps tied up in 'that' chair."
"You want me to tie her up and have her sleep in a chair? Mikayla, c'mon, she's Mom. You can't be-"
Mikayla laughed, quickly simmering down to casually tell him with a grin,
"Listen to your fucking big sis, Wayne. I won't repeat myself."
