All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
"Come in." Hailey looked toward her bedroom door as her brother walked in. She gave him a placid smile and went back to brushing her hair in the mirror. "You're going to be late for school."
"I've got time." Noah sat on her bed. He made eye contact through the mirror. "Have you noticed anything strange about Mom lately?"
"No, why?" Hailey wondered if Noah knew anything about their mother's illness. She stopped brushing and held her breath.
"There's this painting that Mom bought. The one in her office. I think it's doing something... strange. I don't know." Noah's words flooded out of him in a rush. "I've been having weird dreams and sleepwalking. And Mom's been sleepwalking. And the woman in the painting looks almost exactly like Mom. And my friend Samantha's mom bought a painting. And there's a woman in that one that looks like
her
mom. And a guy that looks like her brother. And that painting creeps her out. And..." He stopped when he saw his sister was laughing at him. "What?"
"I thought you were going to talk about something else." Hailey went back to brushing her hair. "You're never going to find a girlfriend if you live in a fantasy world." She stared at her reflection as she talked. "You ever think of dating Samantha? Or Ella? You two are practically joined at the hip. I have a boyfriend now, you know. And it's the best. He takes me out on dates and treats me..." She looked over and saw that her brother was gone. He'd slipped out while she'd been talking. "Typical." She shrugged, closed her door, and retrieved her bong from the closet.
Noah was disappointed. But his sister's reaction didn't surprise him in the least. He walked downstairs and found his father eating breakfast. "Where's Mom?"
"Good morning, sport." Andrew paused the spoonful of grapefruit on its way to his mouth. "Your mother hasn't been sleeping well the last few days. She's still in bed."
"Oh, okay." Noah nodded. "Can I go check in on her?"
"Better let her rest. She has an important meeting with a client today." Andrew smiled helpfully.
"Right." Noah shrugged. He fished out his phone and texted Samantha. "I'll just grab some toast and head off to school."
"Good idea, champ." Andrew smiled at his son, watching him fiddle with his phone and get himself ready for school. He wasn't sure how Noah was able to get anything done watching his phone all the time.
~~
Samantha put her blond hair in a ponytail and picked up her buzzing phone. Noah was sending a barrage of texts about the paintings. She texted back.
Yes, things are strange around here
.
No time now. Talk at school
. She went to her dresser and pulled out a bra. The fit was too tight. She tried another one with the same result. And another. After the fourth bra didn't fit, she figured it was her and not a sartorial malfunction. She held her boobs in her hands speculatively. She had given up years ago on growing big ones. But maybe at eighteen her body wasn't done maturing. They were definitely bigger. She tried on a sports bra and that fit better. She finished getting dressed, brushed her teeth, and went downstairs.
"Hello, everyone." Samantha stopped in her tracks. Her brother and mother were in the middle of a protracted hug. She was rubbing his back vigorously. Her father sat at the kitchen table with a blank expression on his face, his coffee mug steaming in front of him.
"Oh... um... hello, Sam." Lindsey pushed away from her son, still holding his shoulders. During the hug she had felt his massive erection poking her belly, so she angled him away from Samantha. She didn't want to embarrass her sweet son. "Ready for school?"
"Um... yeah." Samantha didn't like the expression on her mom's face. She looked like she'd just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She liked her brother's sweaty face even less. He smiled at her over his shoulder. Something smelled saccharine and sickly in the air. "Does anyone else... smell that?" She picked up her backpack. Her heart was suddenly beating a mile a minute, and her stomach was warm and queasy with excitement for some reason that she didn't understand. "Dad... do you smell that?"
"Melvin... Melvin?" Lindsey tried to catch her husband's attention, but he stared into space without giving any indication that he heard them. Lindsey looked at her daughter. "He's resting, sweetie."
"Want a hug, sis?" Eddie leered at her like a maniac.
"I need some fresh air. I'll walk to school." Samantha couldn't think straight. She turned, grabbed her jacket, threw on her shoes, and raced outside. The chill morning air scoured the cloying smell from her lungs. She took several deep breaths as she walked to the street, watching her breath float away. Her mind cleared. She pulled her phone from her back pocket and texted Noah.
Just had the strangest morning. We really do need to talk.
~~
Jessica was groggy when she finally dragged herself from bed. She had been having the most lurid, inappropriate dreams. Her panties were a mess. She hauled herself into the bathroom, stripped, and turned on a cold shower. When she regarded herself in the mirror, she gave a start. She looked exhausted and harried. Then she looked down and screamed. Right next to her sink lay an enormous dildo. It was jet-black, had ridiculous veins, and was eleven or twelve inches long. Jessica stopped screaming and forced her mind to reason through the situation.
"Hailey didn't leave the horrible thing here. Noah certainly would never," she whispered to herself. "Either Andrew... or... I'm dreaming again." She poked it with her finger. The spongy mass of it felt real enough.
"Mom? Are you okay?" Worried about the scream, Hailey walked into her mom's room and peeked into the bathroom. She saw her mother naked, moving quickly.
