All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
It was the middle of the night and Hailey couldn't sleep. She checked her phone. Her boyfriend had sent her more text messages after she went to bed. He was so sweet and supportive ... and completely useless with his cock a thousand miles away. She turned off her phone with a disgusted sigh and stared at the ceiling. Her stupid little brother ... her dumb eighteen-year-old brother ...
It was insane that dopey Noah had somehow become a ladies' man and was apparently doing it with everyone.
"I need to cum," Hailey said to the darkness. She pulled back her covers, removed her panties, and grabbed her trusty hairbrush from the bedside table. "Mom and Noah are ... Mom and Noah are ... fucking." As the hairbrush handle entered her pussy, she pictured her younger brother giving it to their pretty mother. "They're doing it ... I know they are ... she's gone crazy ... from Erato ... and now Mom's fucking ... Noah."
"You're partly right." Eloise glided into the room through Hailey's closed door.
Hailey shrieked, pulled the hairbrush out of her pussy, and flung it across the room. In the gloom she could just see the red-haired, freckled woman catch the brush with her left hand. "Holy shit ... Mom ... get out of here!" But something nagged at her brain. Her mother had entered through a closed door. And Hailey could see the outline of an extravagant, flowing dress unlike any her mother owned.
"Shh." Eloise held a finger to her pink lips. "I'm not your mother." She sat down on the bed next to the girl. "You have a lovely crinkum crankum. Thank you for giving me such a regal viewing." She smiled pleasantly.
"I ... what?" Hailey followed the woman's green eyes to her crotch and closed her legs. "Did ... Erato send you?"
"As I said, you are partly right." Eloise offered the sterile smile of a schoolteacher in front of a particularly obtuse class. "Your beloved Erato is dead and gone, as far as I can tell. Her powers are no more. But your mother has gained from my tutelage. I suppose you could say I am sisters with your Erato, in a way."
"You're from my mother's painting in her office." Hailey slowly pulled the covers over her naked body.
"Quite so." Eloise nodded.
Hailey scooted away from the woman until her back rested on the headboard. "
You're
the reason Noah has been such a slut."
"I'd like to think he would have seductive powers without me." Eloise held out her pale hands modestly. "But I did help him along."
"Did you brainwash them?" Hailey wistfully wished her mother hadn't thrown out her stash. This would be a perfect moment to get high.
"Heavens, no." Eloise laughed. "We're helping each other out." She rubbed her diminutive chin in an extravagant demonstration of thought. "And on that note, I think you and I can help each other out."
Hailey narrowed her eyes. "How?"
"This hairbrush is doing almost nothing for you." Eloise handed the brush back to Hailey and carefully wiped her hand on her dress. "Aren't you curious why so many women are riled up about your brother? Your mother, Kathy Bly, Samantha Owens ... and have you seen the way your sister has been looking at the bulge in his pants?"
"Nuh uh." Hailey shook her head in disbelief. "Paget would never."
Eloise shrugged. "But you would, wouldn't you?"
"I ... um ..." Hailey licked her lips. "I wouldn't normally ... but ever since I gave up drinking and weed ... I ... um." There was a long silence while Hailey internalized justifications. "I'm over what happened with Erato. That painting brainwashed me or something. I'm done with it. But ..."
"But when you had a mighty cock inside you, you felt like a different woman?" Eloise's smile became more genuine. "And you want to be that woman again?"
"Noah wouldn't want me," Hailey whispered.
"Nonsense." Eloise stood, took Hailey's hand, and pulled her out of bed. She stood the naked woman in the middle of the room and spun her around. "Just look at those hips! Gorgeous. And your globes are tipped with such wonderfully puffy rubies. I'm jealous."
"No, you're not. Look at you." Hailey nodded to the woman's heavy bust, poorly hidden inside her dress.
"I wasn't always so ample. And neither was your mother." Eloise absentmindedly played with Hailey's nipple. "Have you noticed your mother's body recently?"
"At first, I thought she was just wearing weird clothes. But ... yes." Hailey shivered. "Your hand is cold."
"Your brother's girlfriend has gone out. He's alone in his room." Eloise ran her fingers down Hailey's flat tummy and circled around to her butt. She squeezed it gently. "I can accentuate your womanly attributes, if you make a small, little deal with me. And then you can pay a visit to your brother."
Hailey's pussy gushed at the thought. "Okay ... what deal ... um ... Ms. ... um ...?"
"Mrs. Eloise Palmer. Pleased to meet you." Eloise shook her hand. "Now repeat after me."
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The key was under the backdoor mat where it always was. Samantha found it easily enough and slid it into the lock. The key was moot, however. The door was already unlocked and noiselessly swung inward. Samantha stepped into her own house, feeling like a stranger in a strange land.
Deep quiet greeted her. She could hear the refrigerator humming in the kitchen, but nothing else. Samantha had been afraid she'd hear the sounds of sex, but mercifully her brother and mother seemed to be asleep. Or maybe they were just being quiet. She shivered. With any luck, they would wake up new people, freed from what the painting had done to them.
Carefully, she walked into the kitchen and put her backpack on the table. She pulled out the hunting knife, unsheathed it, and held it aloft. She slung the backpack back on her shoulders with the rest of the tools inside. Then it struck her that she was in the kitchen. She walked over to the knife drawer, and pulled out her mother's sixteen-inch chef's knife. Her mother would forgive her if she ruined it.
