Chloe made her way back to the living room. Turn off the music, deal with dad, then get to work on getting her sister out of her room. She could do this.
"OK, mom, I need to work in my room for a little while," she was saying as she was walking toward the Bose. "What did you tell Dad about - oh my Christ!!"
There were now three naked grown-ups in the living room, on the couch that she could never sit on again, ever, ever. Her mother and her aunt were ass-up on the couch, and her father was plowing her aunt from behind, while banging three fingers into her mother's sloshing cunt.
"Holy fuck!!" Her father threw himself backwards, grasping at a throw pillow to hold over his junk. "Chloe baby I'm sorry I didn't know you were -"
"My eyes. My eyes!" Chloe kept her hands over her face. She'd seen a lot of perverted shit in the last few days - orchestrated most of it - but this was something else again.
The two women on the couch, however, had gone beyond shame. Their asses still in the air, they both gasped, "Chloe!"
Lydia said "She's back!" and Helen commanded "Kiss me!" and licked Lydia's sticky cheek. The two sisters groped each other's bodies while kissing passionately, pinching nipples and scooping globs of cum off each other's faces and feeding it to each other.
"Goddammit, you two," Chloe muttered and strode toward them.
Her dad took another step back as she approached, gripping his throw pillow tighter. "Honey, I can explain," he began.
"Can you?" she said without looking at him. "I seriously doubt it."
She grabbed the two women and half-dragged them across the room. The music played on, forgotten again.
"Listen, Mom - Aunt Lydia ..." she floundered for words. "I'm sorry. I really am. I never meant for this to happen. You ... it's the music. My music. The music is doing things to you."
"Things?"
"Like what?"
"Well, a lot of things, really, there's a lot of layers and a lot of songs, at this point, but basically ..." She was trying to think, and it was harder than usual. "I made it for a very specific audience, I wasn't really thinking enough about how some of it would affect anyone else. There's ah, a lot about ... well, about being devoted to Chloe, but also just being devoted to your sister, and uh ... well, making you a bit dumber. And constantly h-horny. And uh, highly suggestible."
There was a moment's pause, as they took this in. It looked like it was taking a long time for synapses to fire. They looked so adorable, this dumb. Just for a moment, she wondered how much money she could make if she involved them in the videos she'd be selling ...
She shook off that thought, though it gave her a tingle. Her mom, meanwhile, had blossomed into a huge, empty-headed smile.
"Oh thank you thank you for making us so happy! That's so sweet of you!"
They both hugged her tightly. She was pressed between their bare flesh. She sighed.
"Is there anything we can do for you?" asked her aunt. "You know we would!"
"Just ... I don't know, just keep doing what you're doing, I guess. Give me some time to fix this." She looked around, something tickling her memory. "Oh jesus, that music is still playing ..."
She walked toward the Bose again, hand outstretched, just as one track finished and the next began, seamlessly.
*Is this your new life? Embrace reality ...
Caught in a landslide, no escape from this fantasy ...*
"Omigod!" Chloe squealed. "I love this one ... OK, just a few more minutes, and then I'm definitely turning it off!!"
She clapped her hands gleefully. Then slapped one hand over her mouth. What on earth ...
She threw a horrified glance at her bimbofied mother and aunt, then fled the room.
"Chloe baby ...?" Helen called.
