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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Melissa's Rite
Universe: Haven
Summary: The Darkness has found a new ally in Melissa, a 15 year old
girl bent on revenge on those that have wronged her. The others must
stop her before she gains more power and takes control of them all.

Part: 10 of 31
Keywords: mf, mF, MF, ff, fF, fsolo, teen, inc, oral, voy, mc, nc,
toys, humil, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2007

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Jason skidded his bike to a halt before the door to the garage, nearly
running into it. A bulging plastic bag with the words "Marty's Grocer"
hung from one handle bar and shook as he dismounted.

He hurried to the side of the door, keyed in the code, and waited
impatiently for the door to rise. He wanted to get back to his room so
he could think. His initial idea for what to do about Richie had gone
up in smoke when Melinda had beat him to the punch. He had thought of
asking Cassie to peek into Richie's life through her dreams and find
the proof he needed that way. But once Cassie had admitted her
discomfort with it, he couldn't bring himself to ask.

Now he was back to square one.

Jason wheeled his bike forward the moment the door had risen far enough
to admit it. He ran the bike towards the back and secured it. He
grabbed the plastic bag and started inside.

Jason hit the button for the garage opener and closed the door to the
house behind him with the garage door still rumbling down. He dumped
the bag of groceries outside the pantry and was already on the stairs
by the time the garage door finally came down with a muffled thud. He
bounded up two steps at a time.

"Jason!"

He stopped on the middle step and turned to see his mother at the foot
of the stairs, her hands on her hips.

"Sorry, Mom," Jason said sheepishly. "I know you don't like me going up
the stairs like that."

Audrey tapped her foot. "And ...?"

Jason looked perplexed for a moment, then glanced towards the door to
the garage and sighed. "And I'm supposed to wait until the garage door
comes down before leaving the garage. Sorry about that."

"And one other thing, Jason."

"I'm sorry about that, too."

Audrey raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is there something I should know?"

"Um ... huh? Er, no, I just thought ..."

"Unless that's what this means." Audrey reached into a pocket of her
dress and withdrew a white envelope.

Jason gave his mother a questioning look.

"You left so quickly after coming home from school that I didn't have
time to give you this."

"Er ... what is it?"

"A letter. For you."

Jason looked nonplussed. He walked down the stairs and took the letter.
It was indeed addressed to "Jason Conner." He flipped it over. There
was no return address, but the postmark was from Haven, so it had been
mailed locally.

"I thought they didn't allow letters without return addresses anymore,"
Audrey said. Her tone of voice suggested that she believed this to be a
very good policy indeed.

Jason just shrugged. He had no idea who would send him a letter, let
alone try to be anonymous about it. It worried him. Ever since Nyssa,
he questioned anything that seemed out of the ordinary anymore, and
this definitely fit the bill.

"Well, um, thanks, Mom," Jason said and started to turn away.

"Wait a minute, Jason. I want to know who that's from. You don't have
to tell me what's in it. I respect your privacy that far, but I feel I
should know who is sending you letters out of the blue like this."

After a moment's hesitation, Jason tore open the envelope, trying to
look nonchalant about it. He steeled himself for whatever he might see
before extracting the letter and reading it.

Jason's eyes flitted back and forth across the single sheet of writing
paper. His expression remained stoic. Audrey folded her arms and peered
at him with some curiosity and concern.

Jason finished reading the letter. It was not very long, and it told
him nothing of who had sent it. He had to make up something, or his
mother would assuredly insist on seeing the letter for herself.

"Um, it's okay, Mom. It's from a friend of mine that lives across
town," Jason said. "She, uh, is having trouble with her internet access
so she sent me a letter. Must've just forgot to ..."

A faint smile came to Audrey's lips. "She?"

Jason was barely aware that he had used a feminine pronoun. "Uh, yeah,
it's from, uh, Diane. Um ... I'd rather not say what's in the letter,
Mom."

Audrey sighed and shook her head. She smiled affectionately at Jason
and ruffled his hair. Her voice held both admiration and admonishment.
"Really, you have to stop trying to steal girls' hearts all over town,
young man."

Jason blushed. "Er ... yeah ... sorry, Mom, I'll, uh, try to be more
selective."

Jason wanted to laugh out loud. His mother still thought he was some
sort of lady killer, and he wasn't doing much to tarnish that image.
Richie would never let him live it down if he ever found out. But if it
deflected her mother from the truth, so much the better for him and the
Harbingers.

"I just don't want you accidentally breaking some poor girl's heart,
that's all."

The tone of his mother's voice suggested that she was almost proud that
her son could be guilty of such a thing. Jason couldn't help but smile
at this. "Sure thing, Mom, I'll be careful about that. Don't string
them along, right?"

"Yes, that's right. I'm glad you were paying attention. Now, please
tell anyone that wants to write to you to use a return address next
time."

"I will, Mom, thanks."

Jason turned and ran up the stairs. He closed the door behind him and
threw the bag on his bed. He glanced at the closed door for a moment
and opened the letter again.

It was handwritten in a childlike scrawl. The words were lucid enough
to be from an adult, but dashed off rather quickly. It read: A/ place
to meet: 1045 Ollander Terrace. South off Mesa View Rd, but come in
from back. Key near 3rd rock from fountain. Use until Halloween, not
Thursdays./

He folded the letter again.

Jason wasn't sure what to make of it. He was alarmed at the
implication. Someone outside the group knew that the Harbingers needed
a meeting place. Was it sincere offer? Perhaps someone that had been
rescued by the group but refused to join now having second thoughts? Or
was it just a ruse by someone associated with the Darkness, trying to
lure them into a trap?

Jason sprinted to his computer and dropped heavily into his chair. He
entered the address into Google and came up with a location near the
edge of town, just off the greenbelt that followed the river along the
east border of incorporated Haven. It was near in the middle of Mesa
View Estates, a rather upscale section of town.

His immediate thought was Cassie. Perhaps someone affiliated with the
Kendalls? But Cassie was trying to keep this from her parents, so that
didn't make sense. Nevertheless, she might know something.

Jason fired off a quick email to Cassie: /Cassie, please give me a call
this evening after dinner. I need to talk to you about something very
important. Thanks./

The phone rang just as he clicked "Send." He leaned back in his chair
and stared at the Google map.

"Jason!"

Jason sighed and jumped out of his chair. He crossed the room and
yanked open the door. "What is it, Mom?"

"Telephone. A girl."

Jason rolled his eyes. It was likely Melinda calling to bug him about
Richie. "All right, I got it." He closed the door and picked up the
phone. "Hello?"

He yanked the drawer open, but the LED had already winked out the
moment he had spoken.

"Jason, it's Heather."

"Heather? Is something the matter?"

"Um, sort of. Can you come over right now, please?"

Jason made a face. He really was not feeling up to dealing with another
crisis. "I'm not sure I can, Heather, I've been out already and I have
a ton of homework to catch up on ..."

"Please, Jason, it's very important."

Heather's voice sounded strained. There was a hint of desperation to it
as well. "Heather, is something the matter? Something wrong with
Melinda?"

"No, it's not Melinda," Heather said, sounding a bit annoyed.
"Everything is not about her, you know."

"Sorry. But what ...?"

"I can't talk about it over the phone. Please, can you come over?
Soon?"

Jason looked at the clock on his nightstand. It was just getting to
four-thirty. "I'm not sure my Mom will let me out this close to dinner.
But I'll try. If I can't, I'll send you an email."

"Please try, Jason."

"I will. I'll -- maybe -- see you soon."

Jason hung up and shook his head. Now what?

He left his room and bounded down the stairs. "Um, Mom? I need to go
out again for a bit."

Audrey emerged from the kitchen, still in the midst of tying an apron
around herself. "I was just about to get dinner started, Jason."

"Yeah, I know. When will it be ready?"

"About six-thirty. But I don't want you walking in the door with only
minutes to spare. You need to set the table for me."

"A quarter after, then?"

"Do you have to go out at all?"

"It's kinda important."

"It always is with you. Wait ... are going to go see that girl that
just called you?"

"Yes," Jason answered without thinking.

Audrey paused. "Was that Heather Sovert on the phone? Melinda's
sister?"

"I'm not going in order to see Melinda, Mom," Jason said with a tired
sigh.

Audrey folded her arms. "I'm more concerned about what I told you
before. Melinda might get upset if you've started seeing her sister."

"No, it's not that!" Jason exclaimed. "I mean, I'm just going over to
help her with some homework."

Audrey gave him a dubious look.

"Really, I am. She has a term paper due and she's freaking out about
it. Please, I want to go help her, Mom."

"You shouldn't do her paper for her ..."

"I'm not, I promise."

"Hmm. I've heard that before. I was your age once, you know. I know
about girls that get guys to do their work for them."

Jason rolled his eyes, even though he knew his mother hated that
gesture. "It's not that. Definitely. I don't do people's term papers
for them. I swear. /Please?/"

Audrey heaved a dramatic sigh. Jason knew that sound. It meant that she
was going to acquiesce to keep the peace but she still didn't like it.
"All right. But be back by six, not a minute later. If you can't help
her by then, it will have to wait until tomorrow."

Jason smiled. He bolted to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"You're the best. Thanks, Mom."

He rushed out of the house before her mother could change her mind.



Linda trembled as she stood naked next to the bed, her pussy slick with
moisture. Her feet slid apart, and she shifted her weight, both in a
vain attempt to ease the pressure in her cunt. "Please, Richie, I-I'd
rather do it facing you."

Richie was pulling off his clothes in a very nonchalant manner. "I
wanna do you from behind."

Linda swallowed. "I don't like it that way as well. Please ..."

"Yeah, but I wanna do it this way. I wanna fuck you from behind."

Linda shivered and moaned, wrapping her arms around herself.

Richie smirked. "You do, too."

Linda averted her eyes and shook her head.

"Yeah, you do. You wanna be fucked, doncha?"

"Y-yes ..."

"You love getting fucked by me."

Linda's arousal reached a fever pitch. The insides of her thighs
glistened.

Richie pulled off his briefs and tossed them aside. He stepped up to
her and squeezed one of her tits. Linda's resistance melted, and she
leaned into the touch.

"I'll do whatever you want," Linda panted. "Just ... j-just fuck me ...
please ..."

Richie grinned. "That's better. Okay, get yer fuckable bod on the bed."

It had taken him nearly a half hour of teasing, but Richie had managed
to break down Linda's willpower. She had tried to take more control of
their tryst and do things her way. Richie would have none of that.

Worse, she kept asking questions about how he had managed to get
control of her in the first place back at the start of the semester.
She wanted to know the truth of what had happened.

Complete control was not possible for him anymore. But all he needed
was control of her sexual desire, which he seemed to have in abundance.
Then it was a simple matter of using it against her. The more she
resisted, the more horny he made her until she just couldn't tell him
"no."

And she finally stopped asking him so many questions about the past.
Who cared about the past? It didn't matter how they got there. It only
mattered where they were now.

He lightly stroked himself as he watched Linda climb on the bed. She
dropped her head to the pillow, hugging it with her arms, and thrust
her ass into the air. Richie eagerly jumped behind her and stared at
her helpless pussy.

Richie grabbed her behind, squeezing her ass cheeks. She whimpered, and
he paused with his cock pulsing only inches from her slit.

/She wanted this,/ he told himself, perhaps for the sixth time since he
had arrived. /It was her fantasy to begin with. I didn't do anything
wrong. She wanted to fuck./

"You want this, doncha?" Richie called out suddenly.

"Yes ... yes, please ..." Linda called out weakly.

Richie hesitated for another moment before positioning his cock at her
entrance and shoving himself inside.

"Uhhhh ... Oh God ..." Linda moaned.

Richie rocked his hips, immediately settling into a moderate, steady
rhythm. He pulled her towards him with each thrust forward, enjoying
the satisfying slap as their bodies impacted.

Linda was panting hard, almost in time to his thrusts. Her head was
turned to one side on the pillow, her eyes closed. Caught up in the
excitement of the moment, she wanted to move her own hips to his. He
kept a firm grip on her, and forced her to his pace.

"I'm doing the fucking here," Richie called out in a strained,
breathless voice. "Just sit still."

It was a silly turn of a phrase, at least to Linda's ears. But as
addled as her mind was with lust, the humor was lost on her. And she
dared not anger Richie, or he might stop and deny her pleasure. It was
like an addiction. She had to get her fix.

Linda's whimpers became moans as her pleasure mounted higher. Richie
picked up the pace, his hips moving like a piston, the slap of her ass
against his body growing louder. Richie was panting heavily,
perspiration glistening on his body as he drove himself as hard as he
could.

Linda jerked forward each time Richie slammed into her. Her pussy
clenched as she soared. Richie groaned loudly as his cock was gripped
by her tightened passage. She cried out as she came, her pussy
throbbing, her cunt like a thick cocoon around Richie's cock.

Richie tilted his head back as his cock strained near the edge, his
movements becoming frenzied and a bit uncoordinated. Finally he let go
with a loud cry of "/oh fuck!/" and shoved it deep inside her,
practically collapsing on top of her as he throbbed hard.

His orgasm felt like it went on for a long time. It wound down slowly,
his cock still making a few remaining weak throbs as it lost its
erection. A huge grin spread across his face as he finally drew back
and slipped out of her.

"Oh man ... oh fuck ... that was great ..." Richie gushed as he caught
his breath. "Wow."

Linda stirred. She groaned and rolled onto her side, then to her back.
She placed a shaking hand to her forehead as she breathed heavily.

"See? Toldya you'd like it," Richie drawled.

Linda offered him a forced smile. "I-it was great, Richie," she said in
a weak voice.

"Yeah, you liked it. You got off on it, I felt it."

Linda shifted her legs. There was a faint after-ache in her pussy. She
simply nodded.

"So why'd you tell me you didn't wanna do it at first, huh?"

Linda hesitated. Did he really want an answer? Now that her lust was
quenched, she could think a little more clearly again. He seemed to be
able to control her only when she was aroused.

Richie grinned. "Or maybe you don't think that way anymore? Maybe you
wanna do it this way next time? Or from now on?"

Linda resisted the urge to tell him yes. Even now she could still feel
a slight heat in her pussy, as if he were trying to arouse her again.
"I just ... I kind of find that position a little demeaning, Richie.
That's all."

Richie's grin faded. "Demeaning? What're you talking about?"

Linda sat up. She saw Richie's cross look and shivered. "Never mind"

"It's fucking. It's not 'demeaning.' Not when you want it, right?"

"I want it, Richie. I do. I just ..."

"Yeah, you want it. Just like I said all along."

"But ..."

"Getting fucked by me, that's what it's about. Your own fantasy,
right?"

Linda drew in a deep breath and let it go as a husky sigh. Her pussy
was tingling in renewed arousal. The point she was trying to make was
lost to her increasing lust.

Richie saw that she was getting excited again. This pleased him to no
end. He wished he could go another round with her, but he doubted he
could get it up again in time before he had to head home.

Richie wanted her to do something sexy for him. Maybe if it made him
hard again he could have her suck him off before he left.

"Hey, you got any lingerie?" Richie asked. "Like a teddy or lacy
underwear or something like that?"

"Lingerie? I don't normally wear that unless ..." Her voice faltered.
"Unless it's a special occasion."

Richie smirked. "Getting fucked by me ain't special, huh?"

"I-I didn't mean that."

"In fact, maybe I'll have you wear it for me when I come next time."

Linda moaned softly. Her pussy was growing damp again.

"See, you're likin' the idea now, huh?"

"In the dresser," Linda said in a husky voice. "Bottom drawer. A ... a
lacy black teddy."

Richie grinned and strolled over to the dresser. He yanked open the
drawer and saw what he wanted right away. He grabbed it and
straightened up, turning to face the bed.

And suddenly, the scene before him shifted ...



/"You're not into this, are you?"/

/Linda hung her head low as she sat up in bed. The lighting was
subdued, even romantic. Her body quivered in its silky black teddy. She
shook her head despondently without saying a word./

/The man sitting on the edge of the bed uttered a windy sigh of
disappointment. His shirt was off, his bare chest broad. "Yeah, and I'm
not into it anymore either," he muttered./

/Linda looked up. Her eyes shimmered. She reached out a trembling hand
to his shoulder. "Dan, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just ... it's ..."/

/"Linda, you're just not here. Your body is, but your mind isn't."/

/"Maybe ... m-maybe if we just go a little longer. Please. I bought
this for you! I ..."/

/Dan took her hand and squeezed it. "Yeah, I know you did. The wrapping
is great, babe, but there's no present inside."/

/Linda's eyes misted. She pulled her hand away, her head dropping. She
sniffled once, and a tear fell./

/"Maybe this long-distance relationship is not going to work," Dan said
softly./

/"Dan, p-please ..."/

/"Look, Linda, you stopped calling me for, what, nearly a week. Then
you'd barely talk to me when I did get through to you, and now you get
me to drive to Haven, you throw yourself at me, but you can't go
through with it?"/

/Linda raised her head. Her cheeks shone. She sniffled again and wiped
at her eyes and face. "I really wish I could explain what happened,
Dan, b-but I don't understand it myself."/

/Dan sighed. "No, I know what's going on. All too well. You got another
guy. Or you did. And that went sour so you're trying to make it up to
me."/

/Linda stared, utterly stricken./

/"C'mon, deny it, babe. I wish you would. But you can't, can you?"/

/Her eyes brimmed with tears again. "It's not like that! I don't know
what happened! It was like ... like I wasn't me! ... it ..."/

/Dan looked at her earnestly. "Linda, just tell me it wasn't someone
from the high school."/

/Linda bit her lip and whimpered./

/Dan's eyes widened. "Oh fuck, Linda, not one of the students?!"/

/"I WASN'T MYSELF!" Linda wailed. "S-something ... he ... I was
controlled ... I ..."/

/Dan made a face. "Controlled? Oh come on, Linda. Maybe you forgot that
you confided in me about your fantasies about teenage boys?"/

/"No, it wasn't that, it ... Dan? ... Dan, wait!"/

/Dan had risen to his feet and grabbed his shirt. He shook his head.
"Linda, I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore. You need help."/

/Linda became too choked up to speak. She could only watch helplessly
as he finished buttoning his shirt and gave her a forlorn look. "I
really still like you, babe. Maybe if you get your head straightened
out, we can hook up again. Until then, it's best I don't know the
sordid details."/

/Dan turned and left the room. Linda struggled to remain in control of
her feelings as she heard him make his way down the stairs. Then she
heard the front door open and close behind him, and it was too much for
her. She burst into tears, burying her face in her hands .../



"Richie?"

Richie blinked rapidly, flinching as reality abruptly returned. "What?"
he demanded sharply of Linda.

"You ... nothing, you just seemed ... far away for a moment ..." Linda
said.

Richie frowned. Linda's gaze alighted on the teddy he held. For a brief
moment, Richie thought he saw the same grief he had just witnessed in
his vision of the past flicker across Linda's eyes of the present.

It was just like the other day, when he was sure that Linda had
fantasized about him. Now he was just as sure that Linda had lost a
boyfriend because of what Richie ...

He suddenly dropped the teddy as if it had become red-hot.

"It didn't happen that way!" Richie blurted, yelling his accusation at
the teddy lying on the floor. "That's a lie!"

"Richie? What's wrong?"

Richie looked up, eyes wide. He swallowed and took a deep breath. "Um
.... nuthin' ... everything's cool," he said in a flat voice. "Uh ...
look, I gotta bail. Gotta get home for dinner."

Linda nodded, looking a bit disappointed. She glanced at the teddy on
the floor. "You want me to wear that for you next ..."

"No!" Richie exploded. "I mean, no, don't wear it. I like you naked
better. See ya tomorrow."

"Richie, is something wrong? You ..."

Richie fled, leaving a very puzzled Linda in his wake.



Heather wasn't sure she knew her own mind anymore.

What feelings were hers? What had been imposed upon her? Was someone
trying to get into her head now? Was Melissa already striking at her
somehow?

First Melinda, now Diane. She wasn't lesbian. She wasn't even bisexual.
At least she hadn't been before the summer. The House ... or was it
Nyssa? What had caused her to feel like this? What had so totally
messed her up?

Maybe Jason would know. Maybe he would have some insight. Heather would
ask him about it when he arrived. Yet now that she knew he was coming
over, her thoughts turned to more prurient interests.

When they did it in the House, he was really good. Melinda was so
lucky. Even after the House, he still knew how to please a girl. She
wondered if Melinda were being truthful when she claimed that they
weren't actually fucking. Heather couldn't imagine Melinda not wanting
his cock in her pussy, considering ...

Heather moaned. Soft, wet sounds came from behind her panties. Heat
rose to her cheeks as she only then realized she had started
masturbating.

She pulled her hand from under her jeans and tried to take a deep
breath to calm herself. She couldn't talk to him in this state. Maybe
she should ...

Heather came out of her lust-soaked reverie with a jerk. Her head
snapped around, her hair flying. An image had come into her head. It
was fuzzy and indistinct, and she had to concentrate to force it into
further clarity.

Finally she saw Jason ringing the doorbell. It disturbed her father,
who was on a conference call. He snapped at Jason in irritation and
suggested from now on he confine his visits to weekends.

Heather gasped. No, it had not happened, but it was about to. It had
been so long since she had a precognitive flash that she almost failed
to recognize it. And with as hard as it was to see, it had only been
the sense of urgency that had caused her to notice it at all.

Heather jumped out of bed, wiping her wet fingers on her jeans. She
yanked the door open and flew down the stairs. Already she could hear
her father's muffled voice from the den. He was having a heated debate
with someone on the phone. No wonder he would have blown up at Jason.

She dashed across the living room at a dead run, nearly colliding with
the door. After a mad scramble with the lock, the door flew open.

Jason's hand was already raised, his finger extended to push the
button. He blinked in surprise when Heather batted his hand away.

"Heather, what ...?"

"/Shhh!!/" Heather hissed. She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.
"My Dad's working in the den, I don't want to disturb him."

Jason nodded in understanding. Heather said not a word until they were
on the stairs. "He probably won't hear us up in the bedroom," she said.
The needful ache in her pussy seemed to get worse at her own words. The
movement of her thighs lightly pleasured her sensitized sex, driving
her to distraction until they reached the top, where Jason looked at
her expectantly.

Heather blinked. "Huh?"

"I asked you if you could tell me what this was about."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you. Uh ... not out here, in ... i-in the
bedroom."

Her voice grew husky. A wave of heat flooded her body.

"Are you okay, Heather?" Jason asked warily.

"Yes ... no, I'm not, Jason, that's why I called you over. Please,
let's go."

Heather took him into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. She
turned and gave him a smoldering look.

Jason's eyes widened. "Um ... Heather?"

She stepped away from the door. "Yes?"

"Maybe ... maybe we shouldn't leave the door closed."

"I don't want Dad to hear us."

Jason nodded slowly. "We're just going to talk, right?"

"Talk? Yes, talk. Yes, I'm sorry." Heather shook her head and sighed,
placing a hand over her eyes for a moment. "Jason, something's really
messed up with me."

"Heather, you didn't have a run-in with Melissa did you?"

Jason's eyes roamed over her body. Heather felt a new rush of arousal
at his scrutiny, even though she knew it was not for sexual reasons.
"No, Jason, at least I don't think so. I don't have an Aura. But I
don't know what's going on."

"But something happened to you?"

"Diane confessed her feelings towards me. She said you knew already."

"Oh, that. Yeah, I knew. She wanted me to keep it quiet. I'm glad she
came out with it, though. Is that what's wrong?"

Heather swallowed. "Jason, it's too much. Melinda, Diane, you ..."

"Me?"

"I should never have had sex with you, Jason. I still feel attracted to
Melinda, and now Diane, and you ... it's like I can't turn myself off!"

Jason thought furiously. It was difficult, as Heather was edging closer
to him as she spoke, and he could see the desire in her eyes. He was
responding to it as well. His cock already stirred in his jeans.
"Heather, the only thing I can think of is this is something left over
from Nyssa ..."

Heather sighed. "I know, I know. Nyssa made me want Melinda. Or made me
want her more. The House made me want her, or made me highly sexed. But
I can't ... I /can't/ ..."

"Heather, maybe repressing it is what's causing the problem."

Heather stared. "What?"

"Maybe if you and Melinda ... well, gave into this, you wouldn't be so
bad off. She's really the object of your affections right now, isn't
she?"

Heather was panting lightly. Her eyes roamed over Jason's body. "You're
getting horny too, aren't you?"

Jason took a deep breath. "Never mind that."

"You are. I can tell. You're getting hard."

"Heather, don't, you'll just regret ... you'll ... uhh ..."

Heather rubbed Jason's crotch. "Please, Jason, do it with me. Please
.... maybe one more time will do it for me."

It was a struggle for Jason to resist. Every fiber of his body screamed
to let Heather do what she wanted with him. "Heather, stop ... I can't
.... you're not making it any easier. I just said that ..."

Heather unzipped his jeans.

"... th-that it doesn't work like this. You'll still want to ... uhhn
.... oh man ..."

Heather's fingers rubbed the bulge of his cock through his briefs.

"Just keep quiet," Heather whispered. "Dad won't know we're up here.
We'll be done before Melinda gets home. Just play along with me."

Jason panted as lust swept over him. "O-okay ... whatever you want ..."
he moaned.



Melinda was angry at the world.

Everything seemed to be going against her. They had another
power-hungry minion of the Darkness to worry about at school; Heather
was trying to boss her around again; Richie was pulling this crap with
her favorite teacher; Jason never seemed to have enough time for her
anymore; and everyone was getting mad at her whenever she wanted to
speak her mind.

It was all so unfair.

It was all Heather's fault. She was the one with the perverted desire
for her little sister. Melinda was sure she didn't have even an ounce
of desire for Heather in all the time since she hit puberty. Not once!
It was all Heather's idea.

Melinda glanced at the house on the corner and frowned when she caught
a glimpse of the blinds suddenly snapping back into place in the living
room window. She frowned. The old lady that lived there had been
looking at her again.

Shortly after Melinda had arrived and staked out a place behind the
large oak tree, the elderly lady had come to the end of her walk
demanding to know what Melinda was doing. Melinda got cheeky with her,
claiming it was a free country and she could damn well stand next to a
tree if she wanted to. Since then, the old lady had been watching her
warily from the house.

Melinda came out from behind the tree and looked down the street. Miss
Davis was the fifth house from the corner. She could still see Richie's
bike near the door. /What a loser,/ Melinda thought. /What a noob. He
doesn't even know how to hide that he's there. He .../

"Eep!"

Richie had come barreling out of the house so fast that Melinda was
still standing out in full view as he mounted his bike. She ducked
behind the tree in a panic.

Barely seconds later, Richie was pedaling away like blue blazes,
zipping past Melinda's tree and turning down the cross street in a whir
of wheel and a blur of motion. Melinda barely caught a glimpse of him
disappearing down the lee side of the hill when she peeked out again.

Melinda glanced at her watch and cursed. She swore Richie did that on
purpose, as if he knew she was watching him. It was just late enough
that there would not be enough time to see Jason before dinner.

"Damn you, Richie!" Melinda cried.

"What are you babbling about out there?"

Melinda whirled around. The old lady was at the front gate again, a
scowl creasing her already heavily lined face.

"None of you business," Melinda snapped.

"Don't you sass me, young lady! Why aren't you in school? Kids these
days are just out of control, I tell you! I have half a mind ..."

"That's obvious."

"You little brat! What's your name? I'll give your parents a good
talking to, I will! I ..."

"Shut up, you old bat."

The old lady gasped in shock. Melinda blushed furiously at her own
disrespect. She muttered an apology and dashed away.



"Jason, no, wait. /Wait./"

Jason looked up. His hands had already spread Heather's thighs apart,
her pussy wet and glistening under him. The aroma from her intense
arousal made his cock ache, and he longed to taste her again. "What is
it?"

"I want to do something different. I ... just come here and lie on your
back."

Jason gave Heather a puzzled look. It turned to one of disappointment
when Heather pulled out from under him and scrambled off the bed.
"Heather, I don't understand, what ..."

"Please, do as I say." She grinned. "If you want to cum, that is."

Jason shivered and nodded quickly. He was aware of what she was doing.
She was taking advantage of his odd submissive streak to make him do
what she wanted. Part of him railed against it, but he could do nothing
to stop it. The more she tied her commands to sexual reward, the more
he wanted to obey.

Heather hurried over to her dresser and yanked open a drawer. Just as
Jason settled onto his back and turned his head, Heather stood up and
returned carrying a small, square packet.

"What is that?" Jason asked.

Heather just smiled at him and tore it open. She plucked the condom out
and tossed the packaging away.

Jason's eyes widened and he struggled to sit up. "Wait, we can't do
that! I told Melinda ..."

"It's okay, Jason. I'll be on top, they'll be less chance of leakage."

"No, that's not what I mean, I ... Heather, wait ... "

Jason let his breath go as a breathy moan as Heather fit the condom
around the head and rolled it down the shaft. She gave him several firm
strokes to make sure the condom was secure, eliciting a deeper moan
from him.

"H-Heather, I promised Melinda I wouldn't ... " he said weakly.

Heather barely heard him. She panted with mounting excitement, and her
body trembled with desire. She straddled him and reached between her
legs. She grabbed his cock, giving it another few firm strokes to
silence his remaining protests. She positioned him at her entrance and
dropped her hips down upon him in a single fluid movement.

Jason gasped as his cock penetrated her tunnel, enveloped in her tight
depths.

"Oh my God ..." Heather moaned, dipping her head, her hair spilling
over Jason's shoulders and neck. She closed her eyes, her mouth open as
she panted through her parted lips. It had been so long since she had
last felt a cock in her pussy that she wanted to savor the moment. She
sank down, driving him deep inside her. She wriggled her hips just to
feel the fullness inside her.

Heather finally drew herself up, planting a hand on either side of
Jason. She started to piston her hips against him, humping him hard and
fast. "Oh yeah ... oh God ..." Heather moaned. "I really missed this
...."

Jason lay limp, submitting to her completely. Dimly he realized that
this was wrong. He was being influenced by Heather's need, and Heather
was oversexed because of her own desires gone awry. He struggled to
break the cycle. He placed his hands on her sides as if intending to
push her away. But as Heather continued to hump him and his pleasure
rose, the spark of resistance faded. His hands dropped from her sides
and fell limply to the bed.

/We're not even being directly controlled,/ Jason thought through the
haze of lust. /But we can't even control ourselves./

Heather must have also come to the same realization, for she called out
in a panting, desperate voice, "Jason ... I'm sorry ... I can't help
myself ... oh God ... oh yeah!"

They bounced against the bed as Heather stepped up the pace, her hips
pounding against Jason harder than he had ever seen her in even their
hottest sessions at the House.

"Uhhn! ... oh God ... I won't do this again ... I p-promise ... I ... "

Heather threw her head back and barely stifled a loud cry. There was a
quick, strong splash where they joined, running down the inside of
Jason's thighs in small rivulets. Heather buried him inside her and
gyrated her body against his. Jason strained hard at the edge until the
movement against the inside of her cunt sent him over the edge. He
gasped as he came, his cock throbbing hard inside her.

The two of them fell limp, Heather draped heavily atop him. They were
barely coherent for another few moments. It was Jason that managed to
recover first. "Heather, the condom ..." he croaked.

"Yes ... yes, I know," Heather said, rising after a brief struggle and
letting him slip out of her. She looked at it and heaved a relieved
sigh when she saw it had remained intact. "Here, I'll help you with
that."

Jason just nodded. He watched Heather slip it from his flagging cock
and wrinkle her nose. "That's another reason I don't use these," she
said as she handed it to Jason, gesturing towards the wastepaper
basket. "They're really messy to deal with after and it kind of kills
the mood. Oh, make sure you hide it under the stuff that's already ..."

/SLAM!/

Jason stopped with his arm halfway to the wastepaper basket. Heather
simply stared, eyes wide.

Melinda's face was a frozen mask of shock, fury, and hurt.

After a few awkward seconds of silence that seemed to last an eternity,
Jason finally said in a weak voice, "Um, I better take care of this
...."

"That's right, Jason, go take care of it!" Melinda cried, her body
quivering with rage. "Go hide it before Melinda gets here! Don't let
her find out how you just fucking /cheated/ on her!"

Jason hastily threw the condom away as Heather slid off the bed.
"Melinda, it was your idea for me to ..."

"/I didn't tell him to stick it in you!/"

"Melinda, keep your voice down!"

"/SHUT UP!/" Melinda screamed. "I don't fucking take orders from you!"

Jason ran a hand through his hair. His heart pounded in increasing
panic, his eyes flitting to the door. "Melinda, please, let us talk to
you for a minute. There's something going on here that you don't know
about ..."

"I know what I just saw!" Melinda screeched, her eyes liquid. "Jason,
you promised ... you /promised/ me you wouldn't ..."

Jason stared helplessly as tears streamed down Melinda's face.

Heather sighed and covered her eyes with her hand. "Melinda, will you
just listen for a minute?!"

"Why, s-so you can just tell me more lies? So you can boss me around
and tell me what to do?"

"It's not like that!"

"The hell it's not! You want everything! You always did! Now you want
Jason, too!"

"No! I don't! I just ... we just got carried away!"

Jason looked at Heather. No, it was more a case that /she/ got carried
away, not him. She took advantage of a weakness. Jason felt some
resentment over that, but expressing it would just add fuel to
Melinda's fury.

Melinda stared at the two of them, her eyes flicking back and forth, as
if she were trying to find some truth in what they were saying. Her
gaze returned to Heather. She sniffled once and wiped in annoyance at
her face.

Heather glanced at Jason. She caught the look in Jason's eyes that
Melinda had just missed. She felt a twinge of guilt as she realized
what she had done. She only dimly remembered now Jason mentioning that
he had promised Melinda something. She had been so caught up in her own
lust that it had not even registered, or she had ignored it.

Heather looked back to Melinda. "This is sort of my fault, Melinda,
don't be mad at Jason."

Melinda stared. "/Sort of/ your fault?! You always have a fucking
excuse!"

Heather's head jerked around in alarm. She stared at the door and
gasped. This time the image had come with shocking clarity, so much so
that it nearly appeared superimposed atop the reality of the bedroom.

"You always want to try and blame someone or something else!"

"Melinda, stop it! Be quiet!"

"You're such a fucking loser! You ...!"

Alarm became panic. She jumped to her feet and ignored Melinda. "Jason!
Quick! Hide! Before ..."

"/What the HELL is going on up here?/"

The room descended into a second shocked silence.

In the doorway, Penny Sovert stood with her hand still on the door
knob, staring with an anger that was turning quickly to confusion.

"Oh my God ..." Heather murmured.

Penny's eyes narrowed on her older daughter's nude form. When her eyes
shifted to Jason, he blushed deeply and yanked a sheet over his body.

"Penny, what's going on up there?" came a voice from downstairs.
"What's all the racket?"

Footsteps could be heard on the stairs. Melinda gasped, her face one of
sheer panic.

Penny turned her head. "I'm taking care of it David. You can go back to
work."

The footsteps stopped. There was a loud sigh, and then the footsteps
resumed, this time retreating. Penny turned her gaze to the others, her
eyes now burning with anger. She stepped fully inside and slammed the
door behind her. "You are all /damn/ lucky I happened to come home when
I did."

The fear that the others had felt in the presence of Penny Sovert was
waning. Instead, they now focused on the black miasma of her Dark Aura.
It flowed around her body like thick, oily smoke. Jason could sense
excitement from it.

Despite knowing what her mother represented, Melinda was so upset that
she switched into child mode, tears streaming down her face. "Mom, this
is all Heather's fault! She's trying to steal Jason from me! She ..."

"Melinda, no!" Heather hissed as she stepped forward.

"Melinda, don't discuss anything with her!" Jason called out. "You
can't! She's ..."

"Jason, get your clothes back on right now," Penny's voice rang out
with parental authority. "And go home. You are no longer welcome in
this house."

Melinda gasped. "Mom! /No!/"

"Every time he's here, he's disruptive. I will not tolerate this any
longer in my house."

Melinda's mouth dropped open. Her lower lip quivered as tears poured
from her eyes. She whirled around, her eyes blazing fury at Heather.
"/This is all your fault, you bitch!/"

"/MELINDA!/" Penny shouted.

Melinda bit her lower lip hard and whimpered.

Jason was trying not to let Melinda's emotions get to him. He was
staring hard at Penny.

"So help me, Melinda, I will ground you for the rest of the year if I
hear you use language like that in this house again." Her eyes shifted
to Jason. "Stop that."

Jason ignored her and continued to stare. There wasn't any point now in
hiding his ability. The fact that she had told him to stop meant she
knew exactly what he was doing. If she knew, the Darkness knew as well.
It was likely the Darkness had discovered it at the restaurant, when
Jason told the others to remain quiet.

"I said stop it! Unless you want me to inform your parents of what you
were doing here."

And then Jason broke through.

/Keep them apart ... break them up ... hinder them ... stop them .../

Jason turned away and looked at Melinda. "Melinda, don't blame Heather
for this. This is just an excuse for your mother to try and break up
the group."

Melinda stared, stricken.

"Melinda, isn't this a little early for your mother to be home? Isn't
it a bit odd she happened on us now?"

Heather's mouth dropped open. She hadn't made the connection herself
until Jason explained it. Now she glared accusingly at her mother. "Is
that it, Mom?" she said, defiance creeping into her voice. "You got
sent here just so you can catch us? So you can do whatever it tells
you? Again?"

Melinda wanted to stay angry at Heather and Jason. She felt betrayed.
But she could see the Aura for herself, much more sharply defined for
her than anyone else. She sniffled and turned back towards her mother.
She let her gaze focus again on the blackness and reminded herself of
how her mother had let such horrible things happen to her when Nyssa
was around.

"Yeah," Melinda said, wiping at her face again. "Yeah, Mom. He's
disruptive. Maybe he'll try and stop Heather from making me a slave
again, huh?"

Penny's jaw tightened. "That is quite enough from you, young lady. I
will not discuss this matter any further. Jason, you will be dressed
and out of this house in two minutes or I will call your parents.
Heather and Melinda ..."

She paused. Jason held his breath, his heart pounding. Now comes the
hammer. Now she'll ground them so they can't go anywhere. He sensed a
growing agitation from her Aura.

Penny's eyes softened a touch. Melinda's eyes were indignant and angry.
Heather's were silently pleading.

"Heather and Melinda," Penny repeated. "Your phone and internet
privileges are suspended for two weeks."

Melinda stared at her mother in shock and looked about to protest.
Heather stepped forward and placed a hand heavily on her shoulder and
squeezed. Melinda viciously yanked herself from Heather's grip, but she
subsided and remained silent.

Penny was quiet for a moment as if daring anyone to defy her. She
looked at Jason. "Two minutes. And if I catch you looking at me like
that again, you'll regret it."

She left the room, closing the door behind her.

Jason jumped out of bed and scooped up his clothes. He turned to
Melinda and whispered, "Melinda, is your home network wireless?"

Melinda looked surprised at the question. "Jason, what the hell does
that have to do with ..."

"Please, just answer me."

"I think it is, Jason," Heather said. "When Dad installed it, he put a
router in his office. It has two antennas on it. He stuck a card in our
PC but didn't run any wires to it."

Jason nodded. "Okay, unless your Dad pulls the wireless card out of the
computer, he'll probably just change the WEP key to cut your access.
There's a few unsecured networks in the neighborhood. I'll give you
directions on how to latch on to one."

"Jason, I don't understand this computer stuff!" Melinda piped.

"Melinda, never mind, okay?" Heather cried, exasperated. "I'll do it."

"I'm still mad at you! Don't think I'm not!"

"Fine. Be mad at me. But Jason's right, Mom didn't just happen to come
home right now."

"The Darkness must have some sort of new ability," Jason said quietly
as he quickly dressed. "I've wondered about this for awhile now. It can
sense when we're having sex in certain places. Probably because your
mother is ... well, in league with it."

"But that means we can't do it here anymore," Melinda whined. "Now what
are we going to do?"

"I may have something. But I need to talk to Cassie first."

"Cassie? What does she ...?"

"I don't have time to explain it now. I'll have to talk to you
tomorrow."

"But ...!"

"Melinda, back off!" Heather declared. "Please. He has to get out of
here."

Melinda pouted, but she managed to stop herself from stamping her foot
like a peevish child. "Shit, I don't know who to be mad at anymore. Why
didn't you know Mom was coming, Heather?"

"I didn't get a precog of it until just before she got here. /I'm
sorry!/" Heather cried at Melinda's accusing look. "I can't control it,
all right? Sometimes it comes in time for me to do something, sometimes
it doesn't. I'm just as frustrated about it as anyone else!"

Melinda did not look mollified, but she remained quiet.

Jason glanced at the clock. He stuffed his feet into his sneakers and
simply tucked the laces into the sides. "All right, I'll see you two
tomorrow."

Melinda stepped in front of Jason before he could reach the door and
gave him a tight hug. Jason hugged her back. He smiled at her and
exited the room.
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