Mark went down the stairs to the kitchen. Mom was still asleep. Both Elizabeth and Suzanne had driven to school early. (Mom had gotten them their own cars on their sixteenth birthday. Mark was told not to expect a car on the pretense that insurance for boys was much higher.)

Riding bikes was great for thinking. Mark thought he needed his own computer. At school, Mark charmed his way into a straight A day and an early dismissal. Then he pedaled straight to University Avenue.

There, he charmed Larry, the owner of a small computer store, into giving him two top of the line, tricked out, laptops for "promotional consideration." Then he rode straight home.

Mom was home but no one else. She was in her office, oblivious to her son's existence. Mark went straight to his room and dedicated the milky gray laptop to Master PC. While Master PC took over the hardrive, he took his good calligraphy pen and carefully wrote "Crystal Ball" on the laptop's lid. For it was his crystal ball, his way to watch and cast enchantments from a distance.

Crystal Ball handled three Digital Morpher screens easily. His mother was dressed in casual attire and seated in a typing position. Elizabeth was performing running of some kind, probably basketball practice. Suzanne was being fucked.

She was almost naked. Her panties were just coming off, and then her legs began to spread. The angle at which she spread them led Mark to believe she was on a sofa at the time. He could see her breasts being fondled by and invisible hand. He liked to think that it was he that had gotten her so horny. "And since it was me who got you horny, dear sister, let's ruin your day."

<You will not be able to orgasm unless you imagine it is your brother who is really fucking you. After you orgasm, you will regret it was not your brother who fucked you. You will know it would be much better with him. > SEND

As Mark watched his sister's naked body rock back and forth with the thrusts of her lover, he stroked himself hard and then fretted himself into impotence. Years of mental abuse and violation came pouring through. "They are avoiding me. They know something is up and they always know when it's me up to something. They will look for Master PC and find it."

The idea of his mother with Master PC was too much. His dick shriveled. Suzanne forgotten. He had to protect himself. The password was good for now, but the CD's? He pulled down and old roof tile and slid them in. That would do for now. But now to relieve their suspicions...

Mark fell back on his role-playing. What he should do is create all new character histories for all three. But first, he had Crystal Ball broadcast in a 100 mile radius (Master PC's limit) the idea that Larry's Computers on University Avenue was the best computer store in town. Then he started his rough drafts on Black Box, his second laptop.

Mark knew that he had only gotten C's in writing before, but he had had never been this motivated. His teachers had said he had problems with "person" and "voice" whatever those were. But he could let that stop him.

He knew he wanted power over the three harpies who had made his life miserable. Of all the things that hurt, the sex jokes were the worst. All three had taken great joy in making him feel impotent, mocking his clumsiness with girls. Now the shoe would be on the other foot.

He would work up to his mother, the Wunderbitch.

<Elizabeth: Elizabeth is a not a happy girl. She starts for the basketball team, gets straight A's, is very popular with the boys and has a car. Anyone would think she has it all. But she doesn't have the one thing she wants most in the world, her brother. Elizabeth is in lust with her brother, Mark. She thinks nasty, incestuous thoughts about him all the time. For the past few weeks, she has sneaked into his bedroom when he was asleep just to imagine herself next to him, in his bed, but not sleeping. When she can't stand it anymore, she goes back to her room to masturbate. In her imagination, he is fucking her and she is loving it. Oh, she always loved her little brother, even if she didn't show it. But her feelings have grown. Elizabeth noticed how handsome he is and the fact that he is her brother makes it delicious. Lately, she has been nicer to him, fixing, him breakfast, anything to be closer. Two days ago, she gave him a backrub and practically jumped him right there.

Only society, mom and Suzanne stand in her way, especially her older sister, Suzanne. Suzanne has been trying to seduce Mark for the past year. Suzanne is a tease and slut who wants Mark for herself. She's been using those breasts of hers, rubbing them against him. Well, Elizabeth's ass is tighter.

She can't wait any longer. Today is Friday. She thinks Suzanne has a study group. If Mom is not home tonight, she will go to her dear, beloved, brother, seduce him and make love to him. Oh, she hopes he will not reject her.

She knows that this is her idea and her own fault.

All this Elizabeth believes and knows> SEND

<Suzanne: This boy is a failure as a lover. He is no substitute for the one I really crave, my brother, Mark. It had been that way for about a year. At first, when those vivid sex dreams of Mark and I having hot sex occurred, I tried to ignore them. Then I fought them. They were incest, they were wrong. But the dreams would not stop, they were relentless. Plus Mark was around all the time, sweet, handsome, succulent, Mark. I was like a hungry dog in a butcher shop, ordered not to eat.

After I acknowledged the desires of my body, I thought the feelings would go away, but no. One night, I saw Elizabeth enter Mark's room late at night. I spied on the little slut. After a few minutes, she left. I was so jealous! I entered to see what she had done. Dear sweet Mark was still asleep.

She must have watched him sleep and then diddled herself. The recent memory of how jealous I was broke down my last barrier. I went to my room diddled myself to Mark's image too. I imagined his penis in my mouth and pussy. I wanted it so bad I came right there, biting my lip to keep quiet. It was the best of my life. Now I ache to have my brother in me. Right or wrong, now I have an animal need that requires satisfaction, an itch that needs to be scratched.

I have been teasing him, bending over for him, rubbing my breasts against him, but he is too young. He doesn't get the idea and I cannot wait any longer.

Elizabeth has a game Saturday and mom likes to go to movies. With any luck we will be alone. I will have my way then. I will prepare the ideal night for us both.

This is my own idea and my own entire fault.

All this Suzanne believes and knows. > SEND

Joanne York: You are having lustful, wanton thoughts about your son. He looks so much like your ex, you imagine him doing all the things to you that Jack used to do and you liked so much. Sweet Mark has been unaware of your attentions. You have been drifting into lustful fantasy so much lately, that it has been hard to work. Your brain knows that incest is wrong, but your body says otherwise. Worst of all, your daughters have apparently inherited your dirty mind. Since he turned fourteen, they have been flirting with him almost daily. Suzanne has been rubbing up against him, leaning over to show her cleavage. Elizabeth has been cuddling up to him. They both want him in their beds, you can tell. You would stop it but you find the idea incredibly sexy. One night you saw Mark and Elizabeth on the sofa watching a movie. You sat in the lounge chair and pretended to read. A scene in the book, you cannot remember which now (and it is hardly important), sparked your fantasy. In your mind's eye, it wasn't a sci-fi movie on the big screen but a porno. Elizabeth, your daughter, was beneath your son, gasping in arousal, while your handsome son pumped his penis into her. The sound from the TV made it seem like group sex. You fled into your bedroom and drew a bath to diddle yourself. In the bath fantasy, both your daughter and son joined you. Then there was the time you saw Suzanne and Mark bending over the kitchen counter at about the same place. Suddenly, the image of him bending her over and sexing her came into your mind. You could see her big tits swaying back and forth with each of his fucks.

You read psychology books. You are sure something is in there about what is happening to you.

It occurs to you that that your daughters have been building to something. Your intuition says that this weekend might be the time they have chosen to seduce him. You will get the drill, make a hole through your closet to Mark's to spy on him. You will pretend to go out Friday and Saturday. You will use your office door to sneak back in and spy on Mark and your daughters.

You hope to catch them in the act. You do not plan to stop them but to watch. You excuse yourself by saying it is research but you will become incredible horny at the idea of your son fucking your daughter or another girl and you will become a slut at the idea of watching him fuck his sisters. You want with all your being for him to fuck every pretty girl in town while you watch.

This is your own idea and your own entire fault.

All this Joanne believes and knows. > SEND

One last command for all three: <Joanne, Suzanne and Elizabeth York will never directly or indirectly tamper or touch Mark's computers and will protect them too. >SEND

He shut both down. With his paper route money he needed to buy some new clothes.

"Mom! I'm going shopping."

His mom peaked down. "Fine. Mark, dear, where is the toolbox?"

"In the back of the garage, Mom."