Halcyon Ch. 02

The Halcyon Project

Chapter Two

By Isaac Grey

Jess let the water cascade over her shoulders and down her back. The heat brought a comfort across her skin and the steam lent a serene quality to the world. She ran her fingers down the condensation on the glass of the shower screen until her reflection was split between the lines of clear and fogged up glass. And then, only for a second, she saw her reflection move out of sync with her. It barely registered at first but Jess looked around. The bathroom was empty. It had definitely been her reflection and not a trick of the light it had moved on its own.

"I'm losing my mind." She laughed, who could blame her.

As the water ran down her muscular back and onto her tight ass and down her long, tanned legs, she tried to remember anything she could.

She squeezed some luxury brand soap onto her hands and began to lather it along her arms and shoulders.

Where had she been before? Who had she been before? Jessica. That was what had come to her and that was a start but Jessica Who? She rolled her fingers through a knot in her shoulder, working out the stress, she had a good, strong body, that she knew. An athlete? Perhaps she was a runner, or a body builder?

"A gym bunny?" She laughed and worked her hands down, cleaning around her breasts and under her arms, then down towards her hips and lower back. Jess gave another look to her reflection in the screen as it fogged. She must have been near the pinnacle of what her body could look like, she traced the lines of muscle, the tightness of form. Like a dancer. Like an Olympian.

"You've got to be a scientist about this shit, Jessie." She said to herself.

"You were in some weird bullshit lab and look at you," she checked out her heart-shaped ass and gave it a little flick.

"You're a god damn specimen. Whatever they did to you this must have been part of it." She ran her fingers around her hips slowly. "Unless I've always been this hot..."

She bit her lower lip. Her fingers came in to meet her clit rolling around it curiously. Perhaps this would spark some memories.

She sat on the leaned back against the beige tiles and let the heat and the steam prickle her flesh.

"Fuuuck," she slid her fingers into her pussy and pulled them back to find them glistening wet, "was I always so horny or is that something they've done?"

She decided she didn't care and started fingering herself with aplomb. She took the shower head and blasted her pussy with water, battering her clit as she rubbed and ran her fingers aggressively against herself.

After ten minutes the shakes built in the base of her spine and she had to let go of the shower head and grab the glass of the screen and ram her other hand into the wall for support as the orgasm shot through her trembling body. Muscles contracted. Chemicals flooded through Jessica's brain and electricity shot through every nerve. She shuddered once, twice. Heavy breaths left her lungs. She dropped the shower head. It kicked water at her ankles in a way that contributed to the shakes that had come after. Everything was tingly and warm. Jess felt amazing. She slid to sit down where the water struck and tickled her knee as she shivered, head laid back to rest against the wall, eyes closed. She took the moment in, luxuriated in it. The heat and steam hung comfortably heavy in the air around her.

It took her a few minutes to get up, turn the shower off, and towel herself dry. She wiped down the moisture from the mirror above the sink. Her eyes had a sleepy, almost dreamy quality, and she smiled her easy soft little smile.

Opening the medicine cabinet behind the mirror she found countless small pieces of makeup. Lipstick, mascara, blush, toners, all of it there. Seemed Sam must have a sister, or mother who liked to look good, she thought. There was a tube of lipstick in there, a certain shade of crimson Jess took note of. The kind of thing she thought she would like. She also found a few pill bottles. Picking a few up, many of them seemed to be heart medication, some blood thinners, clot preventers, the like. She put them back and hoped whoever was using them got better.

She closed the cabinet and almost jumped back away from the mirror in shock.

She had two reflections.

There was the one right in front of the mirror, right where she stood. And then the other one. The her behind her shoulder, identical in appearance save for one thing. Jess noticed that she had a little scar that ran through her left eyebrow, it had healed pale against her tan skin and was a line where hair just didn't grow, the eyebrow growing around it. On the other reflection the scar was over the right eye.

She grabbed at the sink to ground herself, feel something real. Something that told her she was still a part of the world.

"What the hell?"

"Don't turn around, if you do you'll realise I'm not real and I'll disappear."

"Is this some freaky ghost shit?" Jess said, her eyes shifting beyond the mirror to the wall, wondering if what the thing said was true, or if she had to turn and fight. Her heartbeat calmed at the notion. Spiralling through the base mammalian instincts programmed deep into the hardware biology of her brain she came away with one conclusion. Her first response in matters of fight or flight was to fight.

"Like, am I haunted? Is that it? Because I have to be honest, even if you are a ghost I'll kick your ass. I'm having the weirdest fucking day and its really starting to piss me off."

"I'm not a ghost. I'm you." The other her in the mirror said, the voice felt like it was coming from behind her. "Ghosts aren't real. I think."

"People don't normally talk to themselves in the third person. Am I some kind of schizophrenic?"

"No Jess, we aren't schizophrenic. Though the processes happening in our brain in order for us to have this conversation may be emulating a similar biological state. You're inducing an audio visual hallucination in yourself."

"What the fuck. I'm fucking crazy."

"You're not crazy. We're not crazy. This isn't DID. I'm more akin to a visualisation of your subconscious, I'm not an actual personality."

"I'm talking to my subconscious?"

"Essentially." The other her in the mirror shrugged. "Its more complex than that. Far, far more complex but its a good enough way to describe what you're doing."

"You told me not to turn around?" Jessica ran her hands along the porcelain of the sink, let her fingers feel the ridges and grooves of its shape. It felt real. The moment felt real. She looked directly into her other eyes.

"If you turn around you'll see I'm not here, because I don't exist, and your waking mind will overwrite this conversation. We might not be able to talk again."

"So talk."

Her other reflection looked to the door, then back. "The test. They lied to us about what it was going to be, what it was going to do. If you and Sam hadn't lost your memories you would be able to tell that your bodies have changed, quite radically in his case. In ours? We were always kind of athletic, but we were never in such good shape like this. You probably feel right now like you could run a marathon. I can say from the new make up of our muscles and organs that we could probably sprint for an hour flat and only start to feel some small effects. Your heart rate has slowed, its stronger now, your cells are moving and working more efficiently. With how they changed us I can't say what things will look like over time but right now you're close to the peak of what a human body can achieve."

"What the fuck."

"Be calm, you were already piecing this together."

"Yeah but... still. Anyway, why can't I remember anything."

"That I'm not sure of, it may have been some side effect of the experiments or maybe its intentional? I can't say, but we have to figure it out. You aren't safe right now, the project seemed too malicious to your subconscious mind to ever let an experiment like you and Sam just walk away. There's no way they won't be coming for us, its just the natural course of action you can figure."

"What the fuck." She said again and looked down.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror!" Jess gritted her teeth and slowly looked her other self dead in the eyes.

"Start from the beginning and why would I be in danger?"

"Think about it. A shadowy secret project in the middle of nowhere running tests on people. Sam even mentioned they had a morgue. If they're trying to maintain secrecy and you're an experiment it stands to reason that either they'd want you both back for further experimentation and study, or they'll kill you to keep everything they want secret secret. You worked this out in a nanosecond, perks of the new brain, you're just too out of it right now to piece it all together. Hence, this." The other reflection gestured down, her hands trailed down her firm, tight body. "You get this conversation and you get this new body. This better body, you hope. Jury's still out on whatever long term effects this will have."

"This is all so fucked up."

"You've never been particularly analytical before. We were always more on the doing side than the thinking side. I think over the next few days you might start to notice how radically our thoughts have changed, especially how many we have. Not nice to say but we weren't too smart before."

"Okay. So, I'm telling myself, me, that I think I'm in danger and I have to watch out. Fine, got it. But you, I mean I, still haven't answered the question. Start. From. The. Beginning. What do we know actually happened? Who did this to us?"

"It was supposed to be a test of how brain power functions. They call themselves the-"

A heavy knock at the door and an older male voice she didn't recognise. "Jessica for god's sake get out of the damn bathroom." She looked at the door for a millisecond and by the time her eyes had returned to the mirror her other self was gone.

"Fuck."

She grabbed the towel and tightened it around her. Opened the door and stepped back into the hallway where a fifty something year old man was standing in a faded purple bathrobe. He looked a bit like Sam if was rail post thin. A salt and pepper five o'clock shadow on a face with a strong jaw and wavy black hair which greyed around the temples.

"You've been in there almost half an hour young lady." He said as he walked past her and closed the door. What an asshole, she thought. Who talks to a stranger like that? That must have been Sam's dad. She had no idea where his cute demeanour could have come from if that's who raised him. Jessica guessed Sam must have told his parents her name.

She could imagine the conversation now.

'Oh hi son, where were you all night?'

'Oh hi mom, no worries, I was just being experimented on by some unethical evil scientists who wiped my memories and may have given me the cock of a horse.' Because that thing is so huge there's no fucking way he was slinging that before, she thought. Thank god for unethical science. She smiled.

'By the way, this is my new friend Jess. She sucked my soul out from my new horse cock last night and I ate her until she exploded all over my face. If dad has to use the bathroom he should yell at her and interrupt her having possibly the most fucking important conversation anyone could have in a mirror, you know, because he's an asshole.'

She laughed to herself. On the wall there were a bunch of framed family photographs. There Sam was in most of them. Him and his dad at the zoo, him at a swimming pool with some friends, him playing baseball and smiling at the camera with a big, toothy grin, missing one front tooth. She thought he looked so cute. His little fluffy hair was so charming, and the smile reminded her of how he had kissed her last night in that car. How he'd been like putty in her hand. Jesus, I really like this guy, don't I, she thought.

And then in most photos the whole family was there. Holy shit, his mom was a smoke show. Some of the earlies photos had her in her late twenties, in one by a swimming pool she looked like Marilyn Monroe in those big old style sunglasses. Her and Sam's dad were kissing atop the Eiffel Tower in big heavy winter coats as it snowed. And another her holding three kids, one older girl and then a set of twins, Sam and what must have been his sister. The older girl was blonde like her mom and she was maybe four or five years older, in some of the photos she seemed a little distant, always at the edge. There was one of them all at some cabin somewhere, a roaring fire setting the scene so it looked like one of those hallmark Christmas cards, where the older sister was a teen while the twins were maybe ten. The older sister had a pair of headphones on and had turned away from the camera with crossed arms and a pissed look on her face, she had dyed her hair jet black and it looked like she had stencilled a little white skull on the headphones. Wearing a dark black gothic dress. The others were all in bright colours, smiling and hugging. Sam's parents both wearing big woolly Christmas sweaters. Everyone was happy, even Sam's older goth sister, Jessica figured, and everyone was loved.

It seemed through these pictures, these little encapsulated memories of the years, that Sam had grown up in a nice loving warm home. The thought made her a little happy. Yeah, I really like this guy, she thought. His first thought had been to save her when he didn't have to. And yeah, he'd gotten his world rocked for it, but she thought he seemed the kind of nice dude who would help regardless. She kind of hoped that her memories of home, when they came back, would be so sweet but right in that moment, stood in his hallway wearing nothing but a towel, her hair a little wet and her feet leaving small damp prints in the lush carpet behind her, not knowing didn't seem so bad. Sure maybe she had family out there, a boyfriend or husband maybe, but that was a problem for later. Right now she just felt happy to be here.

She wanted to get to know Sam more, get to see what made him tick. Get to touch that wide, muscular back, and sink her fingernails into his skin. Play with his hair. Suck on that thick, massive cock again. This time, for sure, she would ride him until he saw stars. Ride him until the ceiling fell out so his loser of a father could see the absolute man he had raised. She was going to make Sam her stallion, her bucking bronco, and she would break him in. She couldn't wait to just push him down and take him. She could feel the wetness between her legs again. Fuck, whatever this experiment did it definitely made me feel like a rampaging horny animal, she thought. I need a cold shower this time.

She started walking again. The soft wetness of her pussy ever on her mind. Images sprinted through her brain. She would hold onto the bed board as he ploughed her with his fat cock. They would rut like animals and she would grab him around the back of his neck and drag him in to kiss her as she felt his weight on top of her back. She'd force his fingers onto her clit while their tongues rolled around each other. She'd lick his sweat from his neck and howl like a she-wolf as he came inside her. Then she'd flip him over and lick him taint to tip, rim his asshole, devour his balls, slurp his cock until it shone golden with spit then she'd have him hoist her up and fuck her against the wall. She'd feel his strong hands grip her ass hard as they rutted like animals and she would swirl her tongue around his ear and tell him the most deliciously dirty things. Pull his head back by his hair and bite his neck. Bite him all over. Fuck, she felt primal. Like she had to have him now.

I came not ten minutes ago, what the fuck. I don't know if I've ever been this horny. She thought. Then realised she couldn't remember if she had before or not. No new memories had spawned from her hippocampus that morning. Maybe she had always gone through life like this. Go to school horny, go to practice horny, go to friends houses horny, go to... practice?

She went to practice! For what, though? Jess leant against the wall and put the base of her palm against her forehead as if rubbing it would bring the thoughts out. Practice. Practice. Practice. How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice. Predator, great movie. Okay, she remembered Predator, Arnie's massive arms glistening with sweat and mud, the muscles rippling as he fired his gun. How oddly hot she found the Predator.

"Okay, Jessie, yeah great movie. Glad we remember that, but that doesn't help us now does it? Practice. Practice. Practice.... Cheerleading! Shit. I'm a cheerleader! Oh thank fuck, okay baby, lets keep this memory train rolling. I remember Iroqouis State. I remember... Mrs Lexington! Psychology professor. Okay, we took a minor in Psych 101 for the course credit." Images were flowing fast now, so fast they felt like they were giving her whiplash. Rooms, hallways, auditoriums, fields, cheerleaders with their hot sweaty bodies all practising together. She remembered handing in essays, getting the grades back, C-, D+. She remembered changing rooms. Her first time kissing a girl after all the others had gone. Her skin had been paler then, the other girl was a beautiful shade of black. Their lips had met comfortably and it had all felt so sexy and right. She remembered the nape of that girl's neck but not her name, which hit Jess with a twinge of melancholic unnease.

"Okay, I'm bisexual, good to know. That makes sense."

She remembered holding on to legs and thighs, throwing girls up and being thrown. The gym. So much gym. It was so much hard work to cheer. Constant extreme physical exertion. She remembered guys leering in hallways. One specific hallway. Leading to the counsellor's room. That hallway felt unnaturally dark in her mind. And it stretched and stretched and stretched into infinity. If she had began to walk it in her memories it felt like a darkness would encroach around her and drown her. Jess put the memory aside for now. She had a disgusting headache and felt nauseous. She put her hand on a small table under some of the photos so as not to risk losing her balance.

"Jessica, are you alright?" Sam's mom was there. Even through the hazy vision that spread out of her migraine Jess could tell she was beautiful. Maybe in her late forties, almost fifties. There were some signs of age around her eyes and a few places where her skin had been weathered with spots from old tans, and places where freckles dotted Sam's mom's neck and back, similar to Jess herself when she thought of it. His mom had a little weight around the waist but from the workout bra and pants she was wearing Jess assumed she was big into yoga.

A weird assumption, Jess realised. Why did she think yoga and not anything else. The woman felt familiar. Safe. Comfortable. Jess looked at Sam's mom's plump lips and her weighty, D cup breasts and felt that wetness between her thighs again. She could tell from his mom's proportions that her ass was probably huge, hidden as it was behind her and behind the laundry basket. Jess was filled with a need to know. What shape was his mom's ass? Was it just size alone she was working with or would the form and shape of it drive Jess' heart wild with further lust.

The woman said something to Jess but the noise was drowned out. Tinnitus built up in her ears, feeling like somewhere at the back of her neck, it was driving her mad. The only thoughts that could get past the noise, the drone which beat at her brain like a warning siren, were ones of lust for Sam's mom. Jess wanted to know, she needed to know how that MILF's pussy tasted. She needed to rip the gym gear off of her body and dive her tongue into that muff, and then her asshole. Oh, her asshole! Jessica bet it was divine. Sam's mother took on a form like those truly ancient statues the first humans had made in their caves. The image of Venus. The image of womanhood. Of motherhood. She stood here now, before Jess, and Jess knew she had to have her. That only she could worship at this woman's alter the way she deserved. All the thoughts ran through her, waves and waves of lust assailed her body, beating at neurons and firing off signals throughout. It was the moment Jess thought of this goddess' tongue inside her pussy that she came. The shock of it blew her open again, destroying the tinnitus that had honed so evilly in her mind, and sending Jess crumpling to her knees. The muscles in her feet spasmed and that spasm travelled its way up her legs, through her hips, and back down, all around her lower body. She put her hands down between her legs in an effort to stop the spasm, as if she could subconsciously force the orgasm she had just had in front of Sam's mom back in.

But she couldn't.

She just sat there on the carpet in the hallway, her towel unwinding where she had tied it beside her breasts. Jessica was filled with shame for the sight of her. She couldn't believe what a show she had made of herself.

Sam's mother's voice finally reached her.

"Oh Jessica, honey. Are you okay?" The woman placed her hand on Jess's shoulder. Comfort. Love. And then the back of her hand on Jessica's forehead. "Oh baby, you're heating up. Come on, let's get you some water and some aspirin."

It was as Sam's mother helped her to her feet that she saw a photo of the twins in their teens. They were in a field and behind them it looked like a school football game was about to begin. Sam was stick thin, almost sickly looking, wearing a T-shirt with some anime design on it, and his sister with her light brown hair and blue eyes, was a cheerleader.

"Oh for fucks sake." Jessica said, hopefully quiet enough that Sam's mom, HER mom, hadn't heard her. And then she closed her eyes. Her mother escorted her to sit on the living room couch. Jess fell asleep within seconds.

***

"So, your sister had a bit of an accident." His mom said.

"Is she alright?" Sam had come out of the room when he heard the commotion. He had wanted to grab Jess right after his mom had told him who she was but she had still been in the shower. He had thought it best to wait a few minutes until she was dressed then take it slow, talk to her about everything in a way that he hoped would help them both figure out what was going on and what to do next.

Also, and he felt ashamed of feeling this way, he had hoped if he told her he might, in the moment, find some way to massage the news. Not just to avoid hurting her but in the hopes she might see some possible way of looking past it.

He knew in some way that she wouldn't, couldn't. Societal taboo around incest was clear even to an amnesiac bodybuilder, some part of him knew that she would freak. But another part of him, a part that felt stronger, was twisting his stomach into not caring that she was his sister. When he thought about last night, when he thought about how he felt when he looked at her, how she made him feel with her smile, with her touch, well it all made the part that didn't care she was his sister feel more worthwhile to listen to.

After all, he tried to rationalise, he had no memories of their time together. Neither did she. For all intents and purposes they were too strangers with an instant physical connection. And they laughed in the car. Through the fear of last night they had been like each other's guiding lights. That had to mean something. Certainly more than blood. After all blood was just a liquid like any other. The thoughts came on strong. He should walk over there now and wake her. Take her sleepy little body in these arms that had grown so strong, and fuck her in the living room. He would destroy that wet, tight, sopping pussy with his huge cock. Use her like a slab of fuckmeat while she howled how much she loved him and she didn't care that they were related. Make her scream that she thought that made it hotter. And then he would walk back over to the kitchen where their mother had been stood, watching her darling children rut like wild animals, and he would-

He shook his head. He had no idea where those ideas had come from. That didn't feel like him at that moment. They felt much darker, more primal thoughts.

"Sam? Honey?" His mom was holding a steaming cup of coffee. "Here, for you."

"Oh." Her voice brought him back to the present. "Thanks, mom." He took the cup from her hands which felt so small and delicate in his. He wondered if whatever had been done to him to make him grow taller and more muscular than before, as evidenced by how all his clothes seemed to small for him now, had conferred upon him some physical power he wasn't used to yet. Sam looked like he had become a professional wrestler almost overnight. He was surprised his mother hadn't mentioned it yet. His loosest sweatpants barely got halfway down his calves he had grown so tall and wide, and none of the shirts or hoodies that had been in his room upstairs fit him at all, so he stood before his mother shirtless. His thick, strong abs and swollen muscular arms were unmissable. He had looked at a photograph of him on the wall down the stairs, one that also featured Jessica and older girl he hadn't seen in the house (presumably he had an older sister) and in the photograph he was not only small and thin but it looked almost like his jaw shaped had changed too.

"Mom, do I look different to you?"

She ran her eyes over him. Her tongue touched the inside of her cheek and her eyes squinted a little while she was thinking. He thought it seemed very cute.

"Not really, honey? Have you been hitting the gym recently? It looks like its working."

There was no way she couldn't have seen how different he looked, especially seeing as how he stood now at close to what must have been six foot four. He had almost had to dip below the door-frame to get out his room. He was eye level with the kitchen lights and could see over the fridge. He was towering over his mom who must have been five foot six at a push.

"Are you sure? Alright, I guess. I just feel like maybe something's different."

"Oh, we all have days like that honey. Sometimes we feel a little flabbier or a little thicker than we'd like, but I promise you you've not put on any weight if you're worried."

"No, mom. I mean I thought I seemed a little more muscular, maybe a little taller?"

"Oh honey, you do! Don't you worry, you keep trying at that gym and you'll be a regular big muscly man in no time, you hear me?" She smiled and put a finger on his chest. The sensation of her touch ran through the cells of his skin, raising hairs, endorphins flooded. How good would it feel to take his mother right there? The woman who created him, who carried him for nine months in her womb? That was where he came from, right? Surely he should be able to go back. Like coming home. It would be the most natural thing in the world to reach out and -

Before he had noticed, Sam had placed his hand on the side of his mother's face. Strands of blonde hair lay on his hand, he brushed them back behind her ear with his thumb.

"Thanks, sweetie? Did I have something on my face?"

"Oh, uh.. yeah, mom. Yeah, got it for you."

"Oh you're so sweet." She said and turned around to do some cleaning in the sink. Her ass looked huge. It was magnificent in those pink yoga pants she had on. Pants so tight they might as well be a second layer of skin. Magnificent tight pants that might as well not be there at all. How magnificent would it be when he bent her over the kitchen tabletop and speared her ass with his cock, rip those pink pants off and plunge his thick fingers into that welcoming pink pussy that made him who he was. He couldn't remember if he ever had sex before today but that didn't matter. Today was a fresh start, he was a new man, and who better to make him a man than the woman who made him.

Sam took a step forward, then another one, he could feel the sweat beading on the back of his neck. He reached out his hand ready to take hold of one of her beautiful ass cheeks. Maybe he would get on his knees and rip these pants open with his teeth. He bet he could get his tongue deeper in her beautiful asshole than any man ever could before. So deep he would wash away any memories she had of anyone else. He would fuck her until he was her one. Her only. True. She could never nor would ever want to love anyone else ever again. Her only desire to be destroyed every waking second of her life by her beautiful son's massive dick. He would make her choke it down every morning, gag on it with her wet fuck hole of a mouth like the best alarm clock. Maybe he would keep her chained up in a cage, like a little fuck pet, trot her out to eat out her darling daughter while he sprayed his load in the walls of her asshole. The world was his oyster after today, and he its master. All he had to do was reach out and take hold.

And then a voice behind him shook him out of his reverie. The thoughts retreated once again into the back of his mind. He could feel them, like a physical weight, festering. There was a piece of his mind that felt almost separate, almost alien to him, and it seemed angry to have been interrupted.

"Morning all." An older man. In a suit. Competition? No. No? No. It must have been his father. Should a son not grow beyond his father? Should a son not supersede and surpass his father? Is that not what the previous generation are for? The old making way for the new. No. No. He loved his father. In the ways a son loves a father? Perhaps we should look to establish dominance? No. We will look to say hello.

"Hi, dad." The thoughts rattled through Sam faster and faster. One line of thought offering kindness, sweetness, caring, love, a side he felt was pure and true and him. And then the other train of thought. It was beginning to scare him with the sudden irregularity with which it would come and go.

"Hey Sport. Been hitting the gym?"

"Oh, you know." Sam smiled sheepishly. A memory coursed through him like a meteorite, blazing bright through what was darkness, illuminating other memories in its wake. His dad teaching him how to play baseball. His mom taking him on a walk through the park. Vacations in his youth with mom, dad, jess, and... his other sister was there in some memories but like a shape which gyrated and turned in the places where she should have been. Vague and without colour or form. He could not place her at all. And then more memories. Inconsequential ones. His father driving him to school, nights sat together watching TV as a family, visits to grandparents, playing games with friends, watching shows, talking to his mother about what courses to study, his first crushes, no memories of relationships though. It seemed an almost lonely nineteen years. Still, these small moments of joy flooded him and drove away any melancholy. He was happy to have them, the small moments. There, in that kitchen on a slow, easy morning, making another small memory as his mother washed dishes and his father poured coffee, he could say he found joy in the miniscule beauty of life. He reached out to hug his dad.

"Oh hey. Thanks, son. Good morning to you too, I guess." His father seemed surprised but not annoyed. He was around six foot one. "Hey, have you gotten taller?"

"Excuse me, where was my hug?" Sam's mother smiled up at him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in deeply, careful not to use his newfound strength. She sighed into his chest. He took in the natural scent of her hair. And the thoughts returned. Sam, she's so close, you should lower your arms over her back and grope her ass. Treat her like a dirty slut in front of your father. Finger her pussy from the front and her ass from the back while deep tongue fucking her mouth. Stare at the old man as you do. I bet his faggot dick would get so hard watching you make a cuckold of him. Pull Jess awake and have her do a lap-dance for him while you eat his wife out on the kitchen table. Just tell him he can't touch. If he wants to eat Jess out he has to beg you. If he wants to drink your cum out of his wife he has to beg you. Come on, Sam. You know its right. Do it now.

He let go of his mom.

"Aww, that was lovely. Thank you baby." She stood on her toes to try and give Sam a little kiss on the cheek but couldn't reach. "Oh! I think you might have gotten a little taller."

Fuck them. Fuck them. Take them. Own them. Control them. They're meat. You're a king. You're a master. You're the next stage in human evolution and they should worship your taint or be broken on the wheel of progress. You're a god made flesh. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Sam lowered his head so his mom could kiss his cheek. Her puckered lips brought a memory of watching porn. He had been jacking off his then normal sized dick to a video of some 'roided out hulk face fucking a famous bimbo pornstar Melody Mao. She had the fattest, wettest lips Sam had ever seen. The camera would get close up until her huge lips filled the entire screen as her throat let out nothing but the noise "Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!" for five minutes straight. The porn actor had exploded in Mao's mouth, firing rope after rope of hot cum until she was dribbling and drooling a white sticky mess all over her lips and down her chin and onto a beautiful red dress. Sam had bust one of the fattest nuts of his life imagining it was her dick sat on those cum pillows as she blew bubbles and slurped him up. And now, in the kitchen, his mother's lips on his cheek seemed so much more appealing and his cock was so much bigger than that roid junkie.

He had to get away from this. I shouldn't want to fuck my mother, my sister, maybe even my father. I shouldn't want to fuck any of them. Its wrong.

Says who? You're a fucking machine, Sam. The voice that was his crawled deliciously through him, its dark sticky tendrils rolling around the pleasure centres of his brain. The world should be yours for the taking. Take it.

He stepped back and slammed the coffee. The voice silenced.

"Ooh someone needs his wake up juice." His mother had the softest, sweetest voice.

"How's little miss Sleeping Beauty over there?" His dad asked and gestured with his cup to the couch. Jessica was covered by a sheet, again. The facility flashed in Sam's mind. Then the image of the insane jacked man. Am I going crazy in the same was he did, Sam thought.

"She's okay." His mom said. "She had a bit of a weird tumble before but I think she's just tired from all the practice the girls have been going through. Poor darling's muscles were all spasming, they must be so worn out. Aww what she needs is rest, to relax, to let her muscles heal up."

"I keep telling her to take it easy." His dad sipped his coffee, "I keep telling her but does she listen?"

"I know." Sam's mom said and kissed her husband on the cheek with those beautiful soft cock pillows.

"Look, its about quarter to eight. I gotta run. Keelson wants me to spearhead a meeting on the latest projections. I'll have to go over the slides in the car."

"Be safe." She smiled. He hugged her around the waist and pulled her close, Sam's mom giggled gently then gave his father a sultry smile. They kissed in a way that began as tame but quickly worked its way up to being hot and heavy. His father tightened his grip on Sam's mother with his left hand wrapped around her back and his right grabbing harshly at her chin to drag her as close to him as possible. Sam's mother sighed into the heavy kiss then moved her tongue over her husband's lips in a slutty display while grabbing tightly at his ass with one hand and rubbing his cock over his pants with the other. The two carried on hot and heavy for a few minutes and Sam felt his dick harden until he was sure it could crush diamonds. They violently played with each other's hair and groped at chests, squeezed shoulders, mashed their bodies tightly together, never stopping that wild wet kiss even to breathe until at ten minutes to eight an alarm went off on his father's phone and they pulled away. Within seconds he sorted his ruffled shirt, tucking it back in, fixed his hair, grabbed his phone and was out from the kitchen and out the front door.

"Love you all!" His father called as he ran out to the car. Sam's mother lay back against the kitchen surface with a glazed look in her eye. The flesh of her cleavage glistened with sweat and her large breasts moved with each heavy breath.

"That can not be the normal way they say goodbye." Sam said to himself.

It isn't. The dark voice answered happily, almost sounded like it was smiling. This is you. This is an effect you are having on them.

What? Sam looked over to Jess as she slept. What do you mean? But the voice did not respond.

What the fuck does that mean.

"Hooo." His mother breathed out slow. It was an almost sensual sound. "Well, I'm going to go to my home office for some of my morning yoga and then I'll get to work. See you soon, baby." She smiled her beautiful smile at Sam. It was a smile so close to the one Jess had, but Jess' seemed to always suggest she found something funny, or that she had a trick in mind. It was a playful smile, full of mirth. His mother's smile was totally and completely sincere.

She left through a side door by the fridge. The downstairs bathroom, if he remembered, which led to the home office.

"We need to talk." Jess said from the couch.

"Yeah, we do."

***

Jessica was sat at the end of his bed. She had gone to her room and had a look around after she'd woken and she'd come back in an extra large band shirt that hung loose of her body and a pair of gym shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Her long legs stretched out, bare feet on his wooden floor.

"I feel sick." She said.

"I know." Though he didn't believe the words, they tasted wrong in his mouth, it felt like the right thing to say.

"Fucking should have know." She twiddled her thumbs against each other in her lap then looked him dead in the eyes.

"How?" Sam asked.

"Fuck, Sam! Isn't it obvious?"

"No? We don't look the same. You've got your tan. You're ginger. I mean, I know I've got brown hair but that's a noticeable difference, right?"

"Its hair dye you idiot."

"And how would I be able to tell that? Especially in the dark?"

"Ugh! You're impossible."

"There was no way we could have known."

"We should have felt it. It should have felt wrong." She stood and paced the floor, her fists balled in anger.

"But it didn't." Sam stood and put his hands firmly on her shoulders. "It felt good."

Jess looked down. She swallowed some spit, just for something to do.

"You're a dick."

"Listen, at least we didn't actually have sex. This can just be another weird thing that happened last night. We can leave it in the past, where it belongs." He didn't mean it. Stood there, with his hands on her shoulders, his skin separated from hers by a thin layer of cotton, all he wanted was to rip that shirt off and devour her body like a wild man.

"I don't know, Sam. I just-" She crossed her arms and held herself tightly, she let out a shudder. He wanted to hug her then. To protect her. To wash all the negative feelings away, the shock, the shame, the hurt. He wished he could just ball it up and throw it away. All he would have to do was hug her, gently. All he needed was to take her beautiful chin in his fingers, lift her lips to his, and tell her everything would be okay. All he had to do was fuck her. Plunge his cock deep into her soaking wet pussy and thrust and thrust and thrust until he'd fucked all those pesky thoughts out of her head and all she could think about was him and how much she loved him and needed him and couldn't live without him and his monstrously fat cock. Then he would take his mother downstairs on the kitchen table. Fuck her MILF pussy until she couldn't walk. Spread out her ass and spear into it until she became his little stay at home fuckpet. Then next door to that cute new neighbour and then on and on until-

Sam didn't want to be the man the voice wanted him to be.

Not want. This is the man you are.

He didn't hug her. He didn't take her. He just stood there, slightly scared of the emotions spiralling through his cerebellum.

"Look." She said, and walked over to the window. "We have to be careful."

"We were careful."

"Not the sex, you idiot. Look, I," She sat her ass on the window ledge and rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands. "Something weird happened to me in the bathroom. I had a... conversation with myself."

"Yeah," Sam picked up a wallet from his desk. It was empty. "I've been having those too."

"You have?" There was a wide look of shock in her eyes but only for a moment. "I mean. It said it was my subconscious. It told me we were in danger, that we need to be scared of whoever did this to us. I was going to find out who it was before dad knocked on the door. Thanks dad." She looked back out the window. Cars were beginning to pull out of their driveways for the morning commute from the suburbs to town.

"I think my subconscious is dangerous." He told her everything it had been saying.

"Huh," she laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"I just didn't peg you for a secret Dom, is all. You seemed much too soft for that. Guess the nerdy ones will surprise you."

"I've been freaking out all morning and that's your take away? That I'm a Dom? This thing sounds fucking evil."

"I mean, it doesn't sound evil it sounds like a horny guy into some hardcore bondage. If it was evil it would be telling you to go out and murder someone, all its said is fairly standard BDSM rhetoric."

"And how do you figure that?"

"Psych 101." She smiled, "Face it little brother, looks like you were just a bog standard pervert with a high sex drive. Put that mind in this body." She looked Sam up and down like he was a piece of meat, she bit her lower lip and her eyes glistened with lust. She looked like a slutty angel. "Well, only makes sense you'd start calling yourself a god."

"So, what? You don't think its anything to worry about?"

"Worry? Of course we should be worried. A minute ago I was telling you how disgusted I am and now I'm having to fight with every part of my soul not to jump your bones and fuck you right on the floor and ride you so hard we fall through it. I didn't even want to say that I'm just so fucking horny its driving me insane. Whatever was done to us has absolutely fucked our brain chemistry in ways that can only worry us until we actually get tests ran to make sure we're alright."

"What kind of tests?" Sam asked, he hoped in vain that she hadn't noticed his immediate erection tenting massively through his sweatpants.

"MRI, CKG, blood tests, CAT scans, the whole suite of medical check ups. We should test fucking everything. How do we know we won't bleed acid or that our heads will explode at any given time?"

"Yeah, you're right. But we can't just go the hospital if we want to hide from some shadowy organisation."

"No, we can't. Problem for another time. Take your pants off."

"What."

"You. Pants. Off. Now. Me. Pussy. You. Fuck." Jessica pulled the jersey over her head and put her hands on her hips. Her nipples looked impossibly hard. "Are you following me?"

"I thought you said..."

"Yeah that was a second ago but now I'm so horny I think I may literally die, so you have two options. You get your dick out walk five steps across the room and fuck me, or I just start going to town on my pussy and then you walk five steps across the room and fuck me. We can figure all this smart shit out later, lets be a little fucking stupid first."

His pants were off in seconds.

"Fuck me, cowboy."

Sam walked up, grabbed Jessica by her neck, his fingers wrapped around to meet beneath her hair, his thumbs on her cheeks. He pulled her into a kiss. Jessica moaned. A music as sweet as any he'd ever heard.

Her fingers ran down his hips, it almost felt ticklish with how sensitive he was and she pulled out of the kiss to smile as her hands met his cock. Her fingers worked precious circles around his tip while her other hand rolled his balls around causing his flesh to tingle. The world stopped around them, no noise from the cars outside, no noise in the house, just the sound of their lustful breath and the feeling of her hands upon him.

His cock was painfully hard and she placed it against her stomach while she masturbated him, The sheer size of it astonished him. How had this experiment given him what must have been, to his mind, the ideal physical form? Mashed between their bodies, his cock came up above her belly button. It must have been nine, maybe even pushing ten, inches. There was no way she could take it all.

Jess' handjob started to move faster and faster, her fingers dexterously playing their way around his glans and hitting every pleasure centre in his brain, until she abandoned all technique and just started jacking him off. Their kiss grew more and more intense, spit coated their lips giving hers a beautiful sheen.

"I want to fuck your mouth." He said.

"Hmmm? I don't think I can hear you." She started kissing her way down his cheek, the same place his mother had, across his jaw, and down his neck.

"You said you thought I might want to be dominant right?"

"Mhhhhm." She licked a straight line from his collarbone to his earlobe and rolled it around in her mouth.

"Would you like me to be?"

"Mhhhmhhhm." She murmured directly into his ear, then blew hot air across it sending the hairs on the back of his neck standing.

"You're such a little fucking tease." Sam said and grabbed her jaw with his right hand. There was a wild look in her eye and that same fucking smirk that turned him on so much. He rubbed her chin with his thumb, then moved it up to her lips. She closed her eyes then licked around the tip of his thumb just like she would his dick. She took it into her mouth where her tongue danced over it and she opened her eyes slightly, giving him a sultry look. He slowly pulled his thumb from her mouth, which she left open with her tongue hanging out, a thin line of drool clung to it as he pulled it away. Then he grabbed her by the hair and sent her to her knees.

"You know what to do, slut."

Her mouth dove onto his dick, taking it almost halfway in the first go. Jess' mouth was so fucking hot and wet. It felt like all the blood in his body was in his cock.

"Do you like that? Do you like being a dirty little sister slut?"

She moaned on his dick, fingering herself furiously.

"Fuuck, I bet you fucking do - I bet even before today you were always wanting to choke down on my fat fucking cock." She was sucking harder than he thought anyone could possibly do. Her tongue was working at an insane rhythm and she hadn't stopped to take a breath. Sam ran his fingers through her ginger hair, grabbed the back of her head, and slammed her down on his dick until he could see the bulge in her neck. Jess struggled, her eyes shot open wide and her hands met with Sam's thick muscular legs. But rather than to push off or get away it was so she could get a better balance to keep slamming her face against his crotch on her own power. Her throat massaged every inch of his cock as her tongue worked at his balls, only for her to pull up, licking his whole shaft along the way, run her tongue over his cock head, and then slurp him all up again. It was almost more than he could take.

"Yeah you look fucking beautiful on your knees, don't you? That's where you belong, isn't it? My slutty sister loves her brother's cock don't you?"

Her throat vibrated an answer around his meat, her eyes dreamy and lidded, her fingers getting weaker on his legs. She needed to breathe but Jessica wasn't a quitter. She was so horny she'd choke herself on his dick rather than leave it for a second to gasp, Sam realised.

"Good girl." He said as he pulled her off of him by her hair. Spit and drool flowed out of her mouth and onto her chest. She looked up at him with adoration and a desperate need for more. He grabbed her under her armpits and threw her onto the bed, making sure to take care she landed alright. As hot and bothered as she made him, all Sam wanted was to make sure Jess enjoyed this. That and release the most cum in his life deep into her slutty pussy. He could feel his balls churning.

"I'm going to fuck you now." He pushed her head into the bed and climbed up behind her.

"You fucking better." She laughed. A laugh that turned into a gasp as he slammed into her wet, inviting pussy. It sucked him in with no resistance, no tightness, she was so horny there was no way this magnificent pussy would struggle. "Oh my fucking god!" Jess cried out and grabbed the headboard. Sam was in heaven.

He could have spent hours there, moving slowly, taking care, making love. But neither of them wanted that. This was raw, animalistic passion. His hips and thighs thundered into her, her entire body moving so much with each thrust that Sam had to force her head down with one hand and hold her shoulder with another just to make sure she didn't shoot off his dick.

"Holy fuck, I fucking love your stupid fucking giant dick! Holy shit!"

Sam let go of her head and sunk his back on top of her. His face met her neck and on instinct he bit down, and then bit down again, marking her as his. He thought he drew blood. She screamed, he thought first in pain, but she kept thrusting back into him, meeting him match for match, thrust for thrust, while screaming "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

His right hand met her ass and he groped and squeezed as his left met her cheek and pulled her into a deep kiss. She bit his lip then smiled as she drew blood also.

"Fuck me you animal. Fuck your sister's tight fucking pussy. Destroy that cunt!" She grabbed at his hair and pulled him further down on top of her back, there was no space between them at all. Her other arm grabbed at the headboard as their doggy style fucking brought his cock deeper into her than anyone could ever have gone before.

"Holy shit yes!"

"Fuck! I think I'm gonna..." Sam said, then gritted his teeth.

"Fucking do it! Cum in me, you fuck! Oh fuck, I love your cock baby! I love your moans, baby! Fuck, Sam. Fuck. Just cum for me. Cum in me. Do it. Please. Please, please, please, please, please!"

With each of her begs Sam slammed faster and faster into her wonderful pussy. Her filthy words burned through his brain and he couldn't help himself but grab a hold of her tits and slam one final time as deep as he could go into his sister. Jess' knees gave out under her and she collapsed, and he collapsed also, laying on top of her. He let out a primal roar from deep in his soul as her walls squeezed the entire length of his cock. His balls throbbed and then released. All that pressure soared out of him as he erupted, his load filling every inch of his sister's pussy.

He sank onto her back and they both took time to simply breathe and be in the moment. Their bodies were covered in sweat, glistening. His cock jerked in her a few more times before going limp.

"Holy fucking shit." Jess said after a few minutes, her face buried in a mass of hair. She smiled the cute easy smile he loved and took hold of the duvet underneath her.

"Yeah." He said, sleepily.

She let out a cute little moan and snuggled backwards into his chest, Sam wrapped an arm around Jess and held her as close and tightly as he could. She wrapped her fingers in his. He was still inside her and he knew without a shadow of a doubt he didn't want to stop this. He wanted to live like this every day. Sam looked down at Jess, her hair a mess again, and he saw how beautiful she was. He knew he loved her.

They just held each other for what must have been twenty minutes, not talking, just making cute little sleepy noises with one another.

"I need the bathroom." Jess said.

"Alright." He watched her tight ass as she got up to go, watched her sexily sachet as she made her way to the door for him. She didn't put on her band shirt or those sexy tight gym shorts she just walked out into the hallway fully nude. Jess figured with their dad gone to work and mom downstairs in her office, it would be fine. And she wanted to give her cowboy a show.

She got to the bathroom and looked in the mirror again. No other Jess this time, just her. She found a toothbrush that may have been hers and brushed, then sat down on the toilet to handle her business.

She had just done it with her brother. Her twin brother. The reality of it settled across her shoulders. She thought she would be disgusted, now that the chemically charged lust and endorphins had passed, but all she felt was comfort. It all felt so... right. Maybe it was all going to be okay after all. She looked at the wall of the shower where she had put her hand for balance earlier in the morning when this had all started.

The tiles were cracked.

She sat there, quietly, wondering. If these scientists made me strong enough to break a tile wall like it was paper mache, then what else did they do to me?

They needed to find out.

***

The florist van pulled up on the curb half a mile down the street from the Townsend house.

Two young men, wearing white jumpsuits with the words "Susanne's Flowers and Bouquets" in black text on the back, climbed out from the van.

Both carried bouquets of flowers.

They rang the doorbell for house 38.

A husband called to his wife asking if she'd ordered flowers.

He dropped a second later, his mind rapidly trapped in a body that it could not control. Inhalation of a fast acting toxin from the capsule hidden in the bouquet. He would wake the next day with no memory of his last twenty four hours. If he was too susceptible then no memory at all.

The men entered the house, masks on.

The wife came downstairs. Toxin.

The university student playing games in his room. Toxin.

The men gathered the family together in one place. Then they began setting up.

It was quick easy work. They were professionals.

It was not their first time.

In a building somewhere in the state the message was received.

Retrieval protocol initiated.

Time set for seventy two hours.

Observation commencing.

Awaiting further orders.

***

In a room, filled with people at the height of power within the country, in the centre of a table which had overseen some of the most impactful conversations of the twentieth century, sat a small warning light. It was flashing.