########## The Pool ##########
"To be honest, I don't think it's that weird."
"Really? I thought you would've found it at least a little weird."
"Weird? You mean like fucking your sister in the middle of the night, with a massive alien dick, and a short fucking alien body."
"Well yeah but, my own mom? I mean maybe the infatuation with you makes sense, you're only a few years older than me, all guys with hot older sisters hear about them constantly. I figured most guys my age would rub one out if they had a sister like you."
"To be honest," my sister turned and faced me in her deck chair and she began to offer her retort, "there's an entire complex named after what you're experiencing. It's the Oedipus complex, and of course boys who are stunted emotionally are going to lust after their moms." Sarah closed her eyes and turned towards to face the sun again as she finished her point, apparently considering it enough to finish the matter.
The youngest of the two Thompson siblings were in the back yard by the family's expansive pool enjoying a day off school and work. They laid in the lounge chairs nearest each other, nearly finished with a smoothie Sarah had concocted. Mark had worn his signature plain blue swimsuit, Sarah something a little skimpier than she wouldn't have worn before her and Mark had begun their trysts. Mark had ogled his sister the entire afternoon after she had donned it, staring at her legs and stomach as she had become more bronze through the tan session. It was amazing how sexy a woman could be when she had been strictly off limits just a week or two prior.
"You think I have an oedipus complex?" Was all that Mark could manage to reply.
"To be honest, you've probably got that and some more coming to you. I don't think psychologists have a term yet for all the mental health issues you're going to suffer." Sarah dropped one side of her shades with her comment, striking a wink out at her brother in the process.
That was one of the things that Mark got off on the most now having started this alien-incest relationship with his sister. That they could enjoy fucking each other, using his new bodies in ways that were typically reserved for people in porn movies - then later they could be right back to a typical brother/sister teasing relationship that had more sex in the air than the Playboy Mansion.
Mark rolled his eyes again as his sister's latest comment. She wasn't wrong. His newfound powers came with a good deal of anxiety outside the patented horniness they enabled. He wasn't sure if he was abusing the powers the way he had been using them, and that had caused him to worry. But would the makers of the watch on his wrist allow him to abuse it if he was really using it so incorrectly? Surely the makers of such an amazing device would be aware of its effects on the human body, or at least they had a way they could monitor him should he misuse it.
He held his watch up to the air and rotated it so it caught the light from the sun. It still only had two of several inlets lit up. Short-Stack and Two-Arms were how he knew them. Two of his new best friends.
After having sat for a moment of silence, Sarah started her point again: "The Oedipus Complex is pretty fucked up. Debunked, but interesting."
"What is it?" Mark turned on his side to look directly at his sister.
"So, apparently a son or daughter develops a crush when they're younger on the parent of the opposite sex, then grow resentful of the parent of the same sex and represses themselves sexually." Sarah paused, adjusted herself, and turned over, exposing her back to the sun. "Basically, it means you have a crush on mom and probably a little rivalry with dad. That is, if you subscribe to goofy stuff like that."
"So, it's not just a crush towards mom, but hard feelings towards dad? That's intense."
"It makes sense if you're a man maybe. Something with men and trying to be the 'alpha' or the 'man' of the house."
Mark couldn't deny that the watch had given him a newfound sense of confidence and entitlement. It didn't quite feel natural, it was most certainly the watch's doing. There was something about being able to transform and gain new power that made one's bravado go off the charts.
"So anyways Mr. 'Man-of-the-House'," Sarah started, "would you be useful for once and go fill me back up on my smoothie?" She offered an outstretched hand with the cup of finished smoothie to her brother.
########## Dinner ##########
Family dinners were now amongst the list of things that had also become strange. Mark, Sarah, their mother Lianna, and their father Brian all sat around their dinner table with a meal Brian had prepared. It was taco night at the Thompson household, or "white-people" taco night as the family loved to joke. The tacos weren't terrible, but they were cooked with a bias against properly cooked Mexican food that was hard to deny.
Aside from Mark sat Sarah. She had on white pants and a black low ride top. Nothing terribly inappropriate, but she showed enough skin of her stomach that Mark had to sneak a few looks when he was able. For a dinner like this the whole family liked to dress up a little bit, even if they had nowhere to go. It made the night a little more special than dinner was normally, and it felt like a special occasion. Sarah was dressed appropriately, not looking to make a splash at such a family-oriented event.
Mark's father sat catty corned to him and wore a checkered button up and pants. A simple outfit that he typically wore to work, something designed (as far as Mark figured) to make him look docile to the other men of his office. Something designed to fit in, be the ideal vision of "work-appropriate". Mark wore a nice sweater and jeans. It may not be the symbol of rebellion that he wanted to be, but he figured it wasn't as terrible as the checkered plaid his father was comfortable with.
Mark couldn't help but think about what Sarah had said by the pool earlier. 'A rivalry with his father' she had called it. The Oedipus Complex. He had been the spitting image of a dutiful son for his family his entire life, he had looked up to his father. Now, having the power of the watch, he could feel the latent resentment slipping in, corrupting his image of his entire family.
Across from Mark sat the woman he couldn't stop thinking about for the past forty-eight hours. She wore black stockings that disappeared into a black leather pencil skirt that started midway up her thighs. The skirt itself gave way to a white sweater top that made more sense in the cold climate of the winter (although Lianna wouldn't die of heat stroke in their air-conditioning). The white sweater hugged Lianna perfectly, showing off the wonderful breasts she had been endowed with as a younger woman.
