It had been over a week since that crazy night. Hank winced as he sat down in the couch. His balls were aching, and they hadn't stopped aching since his excursion with his sister.
As good a night as it was he was paying for it now. She had barely said a word to him. She just gave him blank stares and disgusted looks. Most of the time she spent in her room, as she was tonight.
Hank mindlessly flicked through TV stations. Nothing captured his interest. He couldn't stop thinking about her, Lilith. She had taken his sisters body and used him to feed herself. How had it happened? He had no idea. Did he enjoy it? Yes... And no.
A door slammed upstairs. He could hear the shower turn on with a hiss. A few minutes later thumps of feet could be heard on the stairs and Sophie rounded the corner from the hall. She swept passed him into the kitchen, poured herself a drink, then disappeared back upstairs without giving him so much as a glance. The door to the shower slammed again and he could hear nothing but running water.
He wanted to speak to her, but he wasn't sure how to explain what had happened. Even he wasn't sure. It was all a blur of images and sounds.
The lights flickered on and off with a buzz.
Fuck, he thought and shot to his feet.
Was it happening again?
"Sophie?" He called up the stairs.
There was no answer.
He slowly ascended to the first floor of the house and stood on the landing staring at the bathroom door. He could still hear the shower hissing water. A thin line of steam drifted under the doorway.
"You okay in there?"
No answer. He stepped forwards and gripped the bathroom door handle. He went to turn it, but hesitated as the lights flickered off and on again. Was it all going to happen again?
He turned to walk away, but the thought of Lilith stopped him dead in his tracks. He had to know, was she back, had she taken his sister once more?
"I'm coming in!" He shouted and pushed the door open. It swung and bounced off the wall behind it releasing a loud plume of steam into the hallway. The steam was so thick he couldn't see a thing.
He stepped inside, and could make out a figure standing in the shower in front of him. It was Sophie. She had her back to him, both hands were up against the wall and water from the shower cascaded down her skin onto the floor.
"You okay?" He asked.
She turned, revealing her tight pert breasts, toned abs and shaved sweet spot between her legs. She looked at me with a confused expression on her face.
"What's happening?" She said in a far off sounding voice.
"Are you okay?" He repeated.
"I can feel her Hank. I can feel her inside me!"
"Who?" He asked, but he knew who she was talking about.
"Don't let her take me," she stepped forwards and gripped the front of his shirt. "Don't let her take me, please. I can hear her voice in my head. She wants me!"
Hank opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He didn't know what to say to her.
"Please, if she takes me promise you'll resist. I don't want you to fuck me again, I don't want it!" The last words she spoke came out in a growl as the lights flickered off and on again.
Sophie stumbled back against the wall underneath the shower. Water ran over her head and down her body as her eyes suddenly widened and began to glow a hot red. Black winding tattoos crept up both her arms and another sprouted just below her belly button. As the tattoos spread her demeanor changed. She stood up straight, and glared at Hank from inside the cloud of steam that engulfed the room.
"Hello brother," she growled and a smile spread across her lips. "I have been thinking of you for a while now, and I couldn't resist returning to this gorgeous form."
She ran a hand over her left breast, caressing the nipple until it grew hard. Her movements were smooth and cat like. She grinned from across the room, then lifted a hand beckoning him closer.
Hank shook his head. "I don't think so, not this time."
