 
                         --===Cruel Timing===--
 
Cruel Timing
 
Part 1
 
 
 
    "Kara, you know there's no way I can afford to buy you two
a car.  We're stretched to the limit as it is."
 
    "Bull-fucking-shit!" Kara screamed.  "We live in this
big-assed mansion, and you're telling me we can't afford a fucking car?
 Don't lie to me you stupid cunt!  I know better!"  Kara stomped off,
her sister Jenna trailing behind.
 
    Beverly slumped down into an easy chair.  It had gone about
as expected.  Jenna and Kara were her adopted daughters - twins - and
they had been a handful from the start.  Though they'd been sweet at
first, they'd still been rambunctious.  Beverly and her husband Rick
had thought that normal for four-year-olds.  But it never eased up, and
the two became more and more demanding.
 
    When they'd reached the age of ten, however, something
ominous had happened.  It had suddenly become impossible to disobey
actual orders from them.  Of course, it was unusual enough that a
ten-year-old would give orders, but they did.  And those orders were
obeyed.  There was no "or else" to it: there simply was no way to
resist their orders.  The girls had complete control of the family.
 
    Beverly looked back on the past several years.  Her own
twin daughters, Crystal and Skye, had been completely subjugated, and
would not challenge the older twins at all anymore.  Her son, Ray, was
older than all of the other children, but he, too, was in the thrall of
the girls' mental powers.
 
    Her husband, Rick, had abandoned them all two years ago. 
Beverly had done what she could to keep the family functioning, but
without Rick, she had no support, no one to lean on to help control the
girls.  It was becoming more than she could bear.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Ray Moondancer was coming home from an afternoon of
swimming.  He spent just as much time away from home as he could
manage.  There was nothing he could do about his sisters, and he didn't
like the constant strain at home.  Jenna and Kara would only allow him
just so much freedom, though.  He didn't dare press his luck, for their
revenge was something he had seen too often to tempt it.
 
    Entering the house, he found his mother sitting in a chair
in the living room.  He closed the door quietly, hoping that the evil
twins would not know he was home.  He walked over, and gave his mom a
hug, which she returned.  He straightened, but then he felt it.
 
    *No.  They can't really want me to do that,* he thought to
himself.  Glancing sideways, he saw his mother's face go pale.  *So,
they're going to force this.  Why?  What did I do?*  It didn't take
long to realize that it probably wasn't him.  This would be far more
humiliating to his mother than it would be for him.
 
    The real issue he had to decide now was whether or not to
fight it.  Ray had been free of the twin's power for over a month now. 
The spirit of his great-grandfather had appeared to him, and told him
that he was old enough to receive the power of the Moon Dancer family. 
As a member of the Tehokawee Indian tribe, Ray never doubted the
authenticity of the vision.  It had been confirmed when he was able to
resist commands from his sisters.  He had instantly realized that, if
he revealed this to them, life could become very unpleasant for
everyone else in the house.  Though he could fight them, there was no
way he could protect his mother, or his younger sisters.
 
    The problem was, could he go through with what they were
attempting to force him to do?  Could he do that?  If he didn't, what
anger, what pain, would it generate?  He knew the twins were vicious,
and evil.  Ever since they'd gained their powers, they had tormented
all of them unmercifully.  They had used him for the last year as a
living sex doll, toying with him whenever their urges arose.  He hadn't
really minded that so much at first: sex was sex, after all, but they
had begun to get cruel about it.
 
    But could he do this?
 
    "Please, God, no," his mother whispered next to him.
 
    *What will they do to Mom if I don't?*
 
    His great-grandfather had told him that his father had been
granted the power to resist their mind control, as well.  That was when
he had left.  He had not been able to stand by his family.  For that,
Ray hated him.  Ray had thought, for perhaps a full minute, about
leaving when he had gained the ability to break their control.  But
what would happen to the others?
 
    Ray Moondancer could not leave his mother or sisters in the
hands of "the bitches of Eastwick" as he called them.  There was no way
he could turn his back on those that loved him, those that had nurtured
and cared for him.  He was as certain that he could not leave his
family as he was that the sun would set this evening.
 
    But could he do this?
 
    *I don't have a choice.  If I don't do it, they'll do
something even worse.*  He wondered what worse they could come up with,
then decided he didn't want to know.  Ray turned to his mother, having
spent only a few seconds in thought, though it had seemed much longer. 
He knew that the twins would not notice this small lapse in time.
 
    He reached out and took his mother's hand.  She looked up
at him, tears in her eyes.  She was crying as he pulled her gently up
out of the chair, and led her to her bedroom.  He didn't bother closing
the door, for he knew that the whole point of this exercise was that
they would want to watch.
 
    Leading her to the bed, Ray turned around and faced her. 
He whispered softly in her ear, "I'm sorry, Mom.  We've got to do
this."  His mother did not know that he was free of his sisters; she
was not surprised that he was going along.
 
    Ray, however, was shaking slightly.  He was sure everyone
would attribute it to an attempt to fight the control of his sisters. 
Only he knew that it was because he wasn't sure he was prepared for
this.  Most boys fantasize about their mother at some point, though
most pass it off as silly, or even disgusting.  Ray had fantasies about
his mother on a regular basis, but certainly had never thought to do
anything about them.  Now, he was being "forced" to live out his
fantasy.  He only wished that his mother were a willing participant. 
No one should be raped in this manner.
 
    "I love you, Beverly," Ray said, using his mother's name in
an attempt to help her forget who was making love to her.  She looked
into his eyes, and there was love and gratitude there.  He leaned down
and pressed his lips softly to hers.  She closed her eyes and let
herself respond.  There was nothing they could do but do it, and so
there was no need to make the experience unpleasant.  Ray pressed his
tongue softly forward, and Beverly's lips parted to allow it into her
mouth.  He lavished the inside of her mouth with soft strokes as his
hands caressed her back.
 
    Ray broke their kiss, and stepped around behind his
mother.  She turned her head to follow his movements, but kept her body
still.  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the evil twins watching
from the doorway.  He noticed that, already, Jenna's hand was fondling
Kara's tit.  He returned his attention to Beverly, his hands stroking
her sides.  Her soft brown eyes begged him for many things, not the
least of which was for more contact.
 
    Moving his hands upward, dragging them softly across her
body, he brushed across her tits as he started to undo her blouse. 
Beverly sighed softly at the feel of his hands on her large breasts. 
Slowly he undid the buttons, focusing strongly on his actions.  He was
doing his best to ignore the fact that he had company, watching him and
his mother.  He was not, however, trying to ignore the fact that it was
his mother that he was with.
 
    Finally, the blouse was undone, and Ray pulled it out of
Beverly's jeans.  He stepped back just far enough to pull the garment
gently off her shoulders and then tossed it into a chair.  He took the
opportunity, while he was away from her body, to undo her bra.  As he
stepped back against her, he pushed it off her and let it tumble to the
floor in front of her.  His mother was a full half-foot shorter than
his own 5' 11" height, and so he could easily look down to see her
soft, yielding 34D breasts.  His hands automatically slipped down over
them, cupping them gently and massaging the flesh with his fingers
moving in small circles.  Another moan escaped Beverly's lips.
 
    He continued his actions for a few more moments, before he
stepped back away from her.  He pulled his T-shirt off, tossing it on
top of her blouse.  Stopping to consider, he kicked off his sneakers
and removed his jeans, as well.  His socks went naturally with the
jeans.  Now wearing only his briefs, he stepped forward, his body in
contact with his mother.  He heard one of the twins sigh, but he shut
that out of his mind.
 
    The feel of his mother's body against his skin was
electric.  His hands returned to caressing her tits, his thumbs rolling
gently over her nipples, causing them to harden and stand out from her
breasts.  He leaned down and kissed her on the nape of her neck, then
allowed his lips and tongue to draw a line upward, past her jaw to her
earlobe.  He kissed and tongued this for quite a while, his hands
continuing to play on her chest.
 
    Finally, Ray whispered, "You have a beautiful body, Bev. 
It's an honor to be able to touch it."  He didn't normally talk this
way, but that was the point: he didn't want her to remember it was him.
 
    Beverly was squirming in his embrace now.  Her body was
fully ready for this encounter, son or not.  Her breathing was deep and
rasping.  Her chest was pressed into Ray's hands, forcing more
contact.  The things his tongue were doing to her ear were melting her
insides and setting fire to her private places.
 
    Ray continued to touch and fondle his mother, but moved his
hands downward, massaging her abdomen for a while before slipping his
hands onto the buttons of her jeans.  He undid these quickly, but did
not push the jeans down.  Instead, his hand slipped inside her pants,
running down along her panties until his middle finger slipped between
her legs.  Beverly moaned as his finger slipped along her cunt lips,
feeling the wetness that had already gathered there.
 
    Feeling his mother's heat and readiness, Ray slowly pulled
his hand back out, and then pushed her jeans off her hips.  They were
tight, and began to pull her panties with them.  He decided that was a
good thing, and then tugged on her panties until both jeans and
underwear fell off her hips.  He knelt, and helped her to step out of
her clothing, now leaving her completely naked.
 
    Ray stared quite blatantly at his mother's pussy.  The hair
was jet black, and hid most of her groin, but he could still see her
lips poking out through it.  He longed to press his lips to her
moistness, but he knew that his sisters would find that odd, and so he
couldn't do it.  As he slid back up her body, he did give a soft kiss
to each of her nipples, eliciting a moan of approval from her.
 
    Once he'd stood up straight, Ray looked over at the twins,
to see that they were just barely paying attention to him and Beverly
anymore.  Both of them had removed their clothes, and were fondling
each other.  He knew, though, that they would know what was going on. 
He couldn't try to fake anything.
 
    His mother caught his attention as her hand came to his
cheek.  He looked into her still-watery eyes, and smiled.  She said
softly, "Baby, they want me to... to... suck you."  She nearly choked
on the words, as she pressed her son backward, into a sitting position
on the bed.  He lifted his hips as she carefully removed his briefs,
and then knelt.
 
    Beverly had expected the seven-inch cock between Ray's
legs.  Rick had been well-hung, and he'd once told her it was something
of a family trait.  Her hand reached out and softly encircled the
shaft, feeling the blood pulsing along it.  Ray was almost fully hard
already, and wouldn't need much work.  

    Brushing her long black hair out of her face, Beverly
leaned over and placed a kiss on the head of her son's dick.  Ray
shivered at the feel of it.  She understood that he was enjoying it,
and truth be told, if it had been *anybody* else she were doing it to,
she probably wouldn't mind, either.  But to force her own son to do
this to her...
 
    Returning her mind to her job, Beverly opened her mouth and
began to take Ray inside.  Her tongue slipped wetly along his shaft as
her lips slid along the skin, keeping contact with his entire cock.
 
    Ray was in heaven.  He had not had a blowjob before, the
twins of course would not debase themselves to give him pleasure in
this manner, and his one other sexual encounter had not been oral.  He
had not anticipated just how good it would feel to have a mouth on his
prick.  His mother was moving slowly, trying to adjust to his size, but
her hand was stroking that part of him not inside her mouth.  Her other
hand came up to caress his balls, and Ray had to really fight for
control.
 
    He knew, however, that was a losing battle.  It took only a
minute before his balls began to tighten.  Beverly, feeling the
sensation, knew what it meant.  She increased her sucking, and caressed
his balls in more feathery touches, as if to tickle the cum out of
them.  It worked, for Ray held out less than ten seconds after that,
shooting his load into his mother's hot mouth.  Beverly, knowing her
instructions, swallowed every last bit of it.  The twins could not have
known that she would have done that in any case.
 
    As soon as he was done with his climax, Ray pulled himself
out of his mother's mouth, and pulled her gently up off the floor into
his arms.  They both slid back onto the bed, and Ray cradled Beverly to
his body.  They kissed, passionately and with some urgency.  It didn't
take long before Ray's cock was fully erect again, and ready for action.
 
    He broke their kiss, and rolled on top of his mother.  He
placed his dick at her entrance, but then stopped.  Looking down into
her sweet face, he really wished that this was genuine.  "Are you
ready?" he asked her softly.  She nodded, her eyes filled with
mind-controlled lust.
 
    Ray pressed in softly, making it in only a little ways.  He
slowly pulled back out, and started in again.  Inch by inch, he eased
his cock into his mother's pussy.  He loved the feel of her cunt
gripping his prick.  Once he'd managed to bury himself inside her, he
paused, allowing them to savor the feel of their union.  His mother
smiled up at him, and wiggled her hips in small circles.
 
    "It's okay, baby," she said in a soft voice.  "I need you,
now."
 
    He knew just what she meant.  Whether or not this was
voluntary, they'd both reached the point where, if the girls had left
them alone to themselves, they would still have screwed each other.
 
    Ray began to thrust into his mother in slow, smooth strokes
that took his cock almost all the way out of her before he pushed back
in.  Beverly was immediately moaning in pleasure.  He leaned down and
began to suck at one of her tits, and her hands immediately tangled in
his shoulder-length black hair, pulling him harder onto her nipple as
his tongue flicked against it.
 
    His strokes grew faster little by little, and Beverly's
moans grew louder.  He released her tits and looked down at her,
enjoying the way her head turned from side to side in pleasure.  He
continued to thrust into her, moving his hands down to her hips for
better leverage.  She groaned in passion, thrusting her hips back up to
meet his every downward move.
 
    Beverly was given a command, and they switched positions. 
Ray moved to sit against the headboard, and his mother sank down onto
his cock, sitting in his lap.  She began to bounce on him, her tits
rolling excitingly on her chest.  Ray took them into his hands, softly
groping them and tweaking the nipples to send Beverly higher.  She
began to grunt as she moved on him, his hips slamming back up into her
as she came down on his shaft.
 
    The two began to climb their final peak together.  His
mother was working for this, and he had held off as long as he could. 
Her mouth sought and found his as their bodies mashed together.  He
felt the hot points of her nipples digging into his chest, the soft
suppleness of her tits pressing against him, and the moist heat of her
cunt gripping his dick.  Soon, the slithering wetness of her tongue
invaded his mouth, and dueled with its counterpart.  Ray was in
ecstasy, and he couldn't hold out much longer.
 
    As Ray's cum blasted into her pussy, Beverly's orgasm
overwhelmed her.  Their bodies thrashed together on the bed as they
each enjoyed the power of their climax.  It took some time before they
could even settle from their wild passion, but they still moved
together as they gasped and moaned through the remainder of their
pleasure.
 
    By the time the two had settled down, Ray noticed that the
twins had left.  They had seen what they needed to see, he supposed. 
He felt wetness on his chest, and he knew his mother was crying.  His
dick was still buried inside her, though he was beginning to soften. 
Wrapping his strong arms around her, he held her as she wept.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Ray held his mother until she stopped crying, his dick
slipping from her without fanfare.  She kept apologizing to him, over
and over, until he finally had to tell her to stop.  He held onto her
for probably longer than he ought to, but he had actually enjoyed the
little tryst, and he didn't want to let go of it so quickly.  Finally,
he let her up, and she immediately went into the bathroom to clean up. 
*At least she's not taking a shower,* he thought to himself.  That
would have made him feel like he had raped her.  She came out, still
nude, and seemingly unembarrassed by her state.  He had gotten up and
put his pants on, and he looked at her for a second, and then to her
clothes.  He shook his head and handed her a bathrobe instead.
 
    Taking it, she said softly, "Thank you, baby."  Putting the
robe on, but not tying it, she leaned against him, hugging him gently. 
"Are you okay?" she asked, her concern quite genuine.
 
    How to tell her he was far more than okay, that he was
happy?  His sisters had unknowingly done him a favor, though it was
obviously taking its toll on his mother, which he was sure was the
point of the exercise.  He swallowed his anger at them to answer his
mom.
 
    "Yeah, I'm okay.  How about you?  You gonna be all right?"
 
    She looked up into his eyes, and he smiled warmly at her. 
"What are we going to do about them?" she asked quietly, hoping to God
that neither of the sisters was listening.
 
    "I don't know," he answered in a whisper.  "But we'll do it
together."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The rest of the night was very quiet.  Dinner had been a
solemn affair, and even Crystal and Skye knew enough not to intrude
with questions.  The evil twins held a superior, smug look on their
faces that made Ray want to punch them both.  He knew that he could
actually do just that, but the consequences to the others would be too
high.
 
    Ray turned in early, wanting to get some sleep after the
stress of the day.  He drifted off to sleep without too much trouble,
but his dreams were disturbing.  He could make no sense of them, and
one of them finally jolted him upright out of a dead sleep.
 
    Or had it been the dream?
 
    It was instantly obvious to Ray that he was not alone in
the room.
 
    "Great-grandfather," he whispered in awe.  "What are you
doing here?"
 
    The spirit of Ray's ancestor rose from where it sat on the
floor.  Ray could see through the spirit with difficulty, but it
radiated light, and so was hard to stare at for any length of time.  It
crossed the short distance to the bed, and stood over him, chanting
something in Tehokawee that Ray could not understand.  Finished, he
made a sign with his hand, just above Ray's head.
 
    Ray felt a jolt, and his body tingled.  This was far more
than had happened the last time his great-grandfather had come to visit
him, and he was becoming concerned.  He looked at the spirit, hoping
that there would be an explanation coming.
 
    The spirit, finished with its chant, sat down on the end of
Ray's bed.  "Tiko," the spirit said.  It was the one Tehokawee word
that Ray knew, it was the word for "friend", and it was the standard
greeting among the tribe.  The spirit continued, "I have come back
because it is time to grant you the rest of your powers.  I would have
given these powers to your father, but he showed himself to be a weak
man."
 
    "The bastard."  Realizing what he'd said, he blushed. 
"Sorry, great-grandfather."
 
    The spirit smiled at him.  "You passed the test tonight. 
Although I wish that the evil ones had not perverted you in that
manner, you refused to run, even from such a thing as this."
 
    "I can't leave Mom."
 
    "Yes.  That is why I have come back.  Tonight, I have
granted you a new power.  I have given you the *true* power of the Moon
Dancer.  You now have the strength to control time around you."
 
    "Huh?"
 
    "I know, you do not understand.  I cannot tell you now
exactly what this means.  You must travel to your homeland.  You must
find Cloud Runner, the chief shaman of the tribe.  Only he and I
together can teach you what you need to know.  Go soon, for things may
become worse here quickly."
 
    "I understand, great-grandfather.  I will do as you ask."
 
    "Very good, Tiko.  I will await your arrival there."
 
    The spirit faded out of existence, and Ray was left with an
empty room, a head full of ideas, and a splitting headache.  He lay
back down, and was immediately asleep.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Ray woke up early the next morning.  He saw that it was not
yet six.  He rose silently and dressed.  He slipped quietly down the
hall into his mother's room.  She no longer slept in the master
bedroom, for the girls had kicked her out of it two days after Ray's
father had left.  That meant that they slept in an area of the house
away from the others, and that suited Ray just fine.  It meant he could
talk to his mother now without the worry of being seen.
 
    Sitting on her bed, he gently shook his mother's shoulder. 
She awoke slowly, and turned to face him.  As she did, the covers fell
off her body, and he saw that she wasn't wearing anything to sleep in. 
He blushed fiercely as he turned his head away.
 
    "Mm.  Good morning, Ray."  Seeing his blush, she said,
"Well, it's not like you haven't seen everything I've got, now."  She
smiled at him.
 
    Turning back to her, he grabbed the covers and gently
pulled them up over her chest.  "That doesn't make it proper for me to
stare at you, Mom."  She said nothing, but smiled up at her son.  "I
need to talk to you.  I have to take a trip."
 
    She was coming fully awake now.  "Where?  When?" she asked,
concerned.
 
    "As soon as possible.  I need to go to the reservation."
 
    "Why?"
 
    "I need..." he couldn't tell her the truth, she'd think he
was nuts.  "I need to study our family's history.  I don't want to lose
the Tehokawee heritage."  He hoped she would buy this; he didn't like
lying to his mother.
 
    "Okay," she said after a moment's consideration.  "When do
you want to leave?"
 
    "Right now," he answered.  Seeing her reaction, "I don't
want Jenna and Kara to know I'm going until I'm gone.  They might want
to stop me."  He knew if he could get past the end of the driveway
before they awoke, their powers would not be able to catch him.  More
importantly, *they* knew that, and so wouldn't try, and he wouldn't
have to show them that they couldn't control him anymore.
 
    Beverly nodded.  "Okay, let me get up and make you
something to take with you."
 
    He helped her out of bed, averting his gaze as much as
possible.  He didn't want to seem like he was leering at her as she
dressed.  She smiled at him, but said nothing.  Finally, dressed, she
led him out of the room into the kitchen.
 
    The house the Moondancers lived in was huge.  It was
inherited from one of Beverly's relatives, and was far more space than
they really needed.  The kitchen was isolated at the back of the house,
and so there was no risk of them waking anybody as they moved around,
preparing both lunch for Ray, and a gift for their relatives on the
reservation.
 
    An hour later, all things prepared, Ray climbed into their
old car.  It was barely reliable, and often did not run.  Ray couldn't
take the good car, for his mother would need that to get to work.  He
could only hope this one would make the trip.
 
    Beverly leaned in and gave her son a soft peck on the
lips.  He was startled, for she had never done that before.  "I'll
explain things to Crystal and Skye.  Please hurry back.  The other two
will probably not like the fact that you're gone."
 
    "I know.  I don't like leaving you here with them, alone."
 
    "I'll be okay, baby.  You go, learn what you need to learn,
but come back as soon as you can."
 
    "I will."  He crossed his fingers as he turned the ignition
key, and was surprised that the engine caught quickly.  Perhaps it was
a good sign.  He pulled out of the driveway, and turned to wave to his
mother, who was watching him leave.  He put the car in gear, and was
quickly down the street, away from his evil sisters.  The thought of
fleeing entered his mind again, but he knew that he couldn't actually
do it.  For, though he had left behind two evil sisters, he had also
left behind two sweet sisters, the kindest people on the planet, as far
as he was concerned.  Not to mention a mother he loved more than life
itself.
 
    He turned toward the reservation.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    It was nearly a month later when Ray returned home.  He had
spent many intense days learning what he needed to know about
controlling time, and what he could and could not do.  He had
considered, both during his stay on the reservation, and during his
long drive home, what he should do with his power.
 
    Of one thing he was certain: Jenna and Kara wouldn't like
it.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Ray pulled in the driveway just after noon.  It was a hot
day, and he was glad to be home.  The air-conditioning in the car
didn't work, which meant that he was sweaty and dusty, and very
thirsty.  He pulled the clunker into its usual spot, and turned it
off.  The way the thing shuddered before it finally died out, he
wondered if it would ever move again.
 
    Climbing out of the car, he headed into the house through
the garage, hoping that the evil twins would not be anywhere in that
part of the house.  Closing the door softly, he could hear loud music
coming from the part of the house where the master bedroom was found. 
He found it strange that Jenna and Kara hadn't taken over the whole
house; they stuck very much to the rooms in that wing, which no one
else entered unless bidden.
 
    He headed to the kitchen to get himself something to
drink.  There he found his mother, making herself something for lunch. 
She turned fearfully at hearing light footsteps, figuring the girls
were up to something.  When she saw him, her eyes lit up, and a smile
burst onto her face.
 
    "Ray!" she cried, dropping the knife she was using on the
counter, and running to him.  She embraced him strongly, and he had no
choice but to hug back.  "God, I missed you!" she said with feeling. 
Leaning back, she looked at him, and then she leaned up and kissed him,
full on the mouth.  Ray was stunned.  His mother was *not* the kind of
person who kissed her children that way.  He had to admit, however,
that he enjoyed the kiss, once his shock started to wear off.  He held
her tightly, and kissed back, savoring the feel of her against him.
 
    After some moments, she broke the kiss, and he could see a
twinkle in her eyes.  "I *really* missed you," she whispered.
 
    He smiled at her and said, "I see that.  If this is the
kind of welcome home I get, I'm leaving more often!"  He chuckled, and
she blushed slightly.
 
    To regain her composure, she asked, "Have you eaten?  Let
me make you some lunch."
 
    "That sounds great.  What I really need, though, is
something to drink."
 
    In short order, Ray was munching on a thick sandwich, with
a tall glass of iced tea to wash it down with.  It was his second glass
so far.
 
    "So," he said, trying to get back to business, "how were
they while I was gone?"
 
    Beverly's face fell.  "Terrible.  They've been abusive,
mean, cruel... especially to your sisters."  Jenna and Kara were no
longer "his sisters" by anyone's reckoning.
 
    Ray's face took a downward turn.  "Dammit.  I really hated
to leave you guys here with them."
 
    Beverly reached across and caressed his arm.  He felt a
warm tingle where she touched him.  "We know that, Sweetheart.  Did you
learn what you needed to?"
 
    "Oh, yes," he said, with barely controlled eagerness at
what he was going to do with that knowledge.
 
    "Well, I'm glad.  When you finish lunch, you should go talk
with your sisters.  They've missed you terribly... and they didn't get
to say good-bye like I did."  She winked at him, and he blushed,
thinking of the kiss she had given him that day.  It was nothing like
the returning one, though.
 
    "Perhaps they can say hello, then," he said with a smirk. 
Beverly giggled.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Ray's sisters were, indeed, happy to see him, and the three
spent the afternoon together, talking about things and catching up on
all the shit the other twins had pulled while he was away.  Ray was
tempted to tell Crystal and Skye about his new powers, but he didn't
think they'd believe him, and he wasn't ready to start messing around
with time with other people involved just yet.  He'd had quite a bit of
practice on the reservation, but he was still a little insecure about
his abilities.  He knew that things would get ugly if the evil twins
knew about his power before he was ready to confront them.
 
    When they all finally came down for dinner, Jenna and Kara
were a little surprised to see him back.  They'd been out of the house
most of the afternoon, and hadn't seen him come in, so they hadn't
known he was home.
 
    "Where the fuck have you been?" Kara snarled.
 
    "Visiting relatives," he answered quietly, not wanting to
give any hint of what would soon be coming their way.
 
    "So nice of you to ask if you could," Jenna sneered.  Ray
didn't feel that needed a response.
 
    Dinner was a very strained event.  Everyone was
uncomfortable with the situation.  Jenna and Kara knew that something
was odd about Ray, but had no clue what it was.  The others only knew
that there would be trouble.  Ray, of course, understood things best of
all, but was still unsure of himself.  It made for a quiet meal. 
Afterward, he retreated to the safety of his bedroom.  Luckily, the
evil twins made no call for him this evening.  He was sure, however,
that there would be a price to pay for his little trip.
 
    Finally, it was time for bed.  Ray was actually glad that
school was beginning soon; it gave the sisters additional targets, and
they seemed less inclined to hold the family in an iron grip.  He also
looked forward to seeing his girlfriend, Jolene.  She was away at
summer camp, and wouldn't be back until right before school started. 
He'd missed her terribly, but there was nothing he could do about it
except wait for her.
 
    Ray turned off his bedroom light and undressed, then
climbed into bed.  He was tired from the long drive and the tension of
the evening, and was certainly ready to fall asleep.  He was, in fact,
almost asleep when he heard his bedroom door open.  His eyes snapped
open, worried that it might be one of the evil twins, or both of them. 
The door closed just as quietly, and he felt a weight press down on the
bed just as he began to turn over.
 
    "Mom?" he said, somewhat incredulously.  She was wearing
the flimsiest of nightgowns, and she was smiling at her son.  Once she
knew he was sure of who it was, she lifted the covers and slid in
beside him.  Slipping over next to him, she hugged him tightly.  Ray
was in no position to refuse her advance, and so he returned the
embrace warmly.  He could actually feel her trembling.
 
    "I'm so glad you're back, Sweetheart," she whispered.  She
leaned up, and they kissed warmly.  Ray ran his hand over her back, but
avoided reaching down to her ass.  He did not have the energy for what
that would begin.
 
    Beverly seemed to understand that, and did not press her
son for more.  She was just so happy to have him back, to be close to
him again.  Over the month that he'd been gone, she'd come to
understand how much that one experience, caused by her vicious adopted
daughters, had changed her.  She couldn't help loving her son, and she
honestly wanted to make love to him again, but she could wait.
 
    After cuddling for a little while longer, she kissed her
son good night, and then rolled over.  She snuggled back against him,
and he put his arm over her.  She sighed at the comfort of having a
strong man holding her again, and then closed her eyes.  It wasn't long
before both of them were asleep.
 
 
 
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    By the time Ray made his way downstairs the next morning,
everyone else was up and about their tasks.  When he'd woken up two
hours earlier, he'd found his mother gazing at him, waiting for him to
wake up.  They'd made love passionately, this time without the
'encouragement' of the twins.  It felt much better to Ray this time,
having his mother in his arms of her own free will.  It had tired him
out enough, though, that he needed a short nap.  He was still a little
frazzled from the previous day.
 
    He bumped into Jenna as he was coming into the kitchen. 
She sneered at him and said, "It's about time you got the fuck up.  I
want you in my room after lunch."  She pushed at his mind to enforce
her will.  He made no reaction to that other than to nod his head.  He
knew that the price for his trip would begin now, and was likely to
last until school started.  Or at least, that's what the twins thought.
 
    Ray sat down to his bowl of cereal a few minutes later, and
considered just what he wanted to do to Jenna and Kara.  Certainly they
needed to be punished for what they had done.  For the last five years,
they had tormented and dictated to the other members of the house, and
it was high time they got a dose of reality rained on their parade.  He
just wasn't sure how to get started.
 
    *Well, it'll come to me*, he thought to himself.  And he
was right: it would.
 
 
 
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    After lunch, Ray stalled as long as he could, but when he
began to feel Jenna's mind probing for his location, he made his way
into that wing of the house and knocked on the twins' bedroom door.
 
    "Get your ass in here!" Jenna called out.  Ray opened the
door to find the fifteen-year-old wearing nothing but a long T-shirt,
which came down past her hips.  The worst part of all of this for Ray
was that he found both of the twins incredibly sexy and beautiful.  He
gazed at Jenna's body, noting the swell of her breasts, and the ample
curves of her body.  Both of the twins were just slightly pudgy, but to
most of the boys who saw them, it only made them more desirable. Her
golden blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail right now, and it
revealed her round face to wonderful effect.
 
    "You had a lot of fucking nerve going off without asking us
if you could," she snarled.  "Remember who runs this house, you dick."
 
    Ray remained silent, but inwardly, he was thinking, *You
may run the house now, but you won't for much longer.*  What he said to
her was what she expected him to say.  "What do you require of me?"
 
    Jenna stared at him for a long moment, and then raised her
foot.  "Lick my feet clean."
 
    The very thought of it nearly made Ray vomit.  He could see
that she'd been walking around barefoot all morning.  Her foot was
gross.  At this point, Ray had to decide, again, whether he would go
through with this or not.  Then he got an idea.
 
    To Jenna, Ray nodded, but his eyes closed as he began the
process of controlling time.  It took only a second before he opened
his eyes and cried out, "Mai-ako!"  The last part of the ritual, it
froze time in place.  Strangely, to Ray, no one ever actually *heard*
him say the word, even though time didn't stop until he finished saying
it.  He looked at his sister for a moment, and contemplated doing
something mean, but it wasn't yet time for that.
 
    Going into the bathroom, Ray grabbed a washcloth.  With a
bit of concentration, he was able to cause the water to flow out of the
tap.  This was a struggle, and he was glad he only had to do it for a
few seconds, just long enough to wet the cloth thoroughly.  Turning off
the water, so it wouldn't make a mess when time restarted, he went back
to Jenna.  He took her raised foot in his hand, and thoroughly scrubbed
it with the cloth.  He was sure it would turn pink when time restarted
from the rough cleaning he gave it.  Finished with that foot, he lifted
the other foot and cleaned it just as thoroughly before setting it back
in its original position.
 
    Once he'd dumped the wash cloth into the hamper, he
returned to where he'd been when time had frozen.  Closing his eyes for
a brief moment, he took a deep breath and muttered "O-kai-am."  Time
restarted, and he still was not looking forward to his task.  He did
note, however, that Jenna's foot was, indeed, a blush color now.
 
    "Well?  Get on with it!" she snarled.
 
    Ray knelt down and took her foot in his hand.  He ran his
tongue along the ball of her foot, thankful that it tasted, now, just
like any other piece of skin.  As he knew was expected, he lavished his
attention on her foot, moving his tongue over the entire surface, and
then finishing up by sucking on each of her toes.  He repeated this
action with her other foot.  He was surprised to hear a soft moan come
from her mouth before he finished up.
 
    When he was done, he looked up at her, to see her staring
at him lustfully.
 
    "Strip," was all she said.
 
    Ray rose and, without fanfare, removed all of his
clothing.  They knew he hated them, and they never expected seduction. 
It was clear, however, that Jenna couldn't possibly care less at this
point.  She was staring hungrily at his body.
 
    Once Ray had gotten all of his clothes up and was once
again standing in front of her, Jenna pulled the hem of her T-shirt up
to her navel, exposing her sopping wet cunt to Ray's view.  She ran her
fingers down between her legs, as if to prepare herself for him, though
the squishing sound her fingers caused made it abundantly clear that it
wasn't necessary.
 
    "If I don't get off, you'll have to fuck me again.  And
again, until I come.  Now get your fucking prick inside me!"  It was
clear that Jenna was more than just horny.  Her thoughts were
compelling him to do her hard and fast, and so he moved quickly to the
bed.
 
    Climbing between her legs, Ray positioned his cock at her
opening.  She wrapped her one hand around his dick to make sure he
didn't go anywhere, and then she began to wiggle her hips.  Ray took
hold of her shirt and yanked it up over her tits.  He was tempted to
yank it all the way up over her face, but didn't figure he could get
away with that.  Taking a deep breath, he slammed his way into her box.
 
    Jenna screamed in ecstasy with his first plunge, but Ray
didn't let up on her.  As soon as his prick hit bottom, he pulled
halfway out and rammed home again.  He was pile-driving the little
bitch beneath him, enjoying the only feeling of power he ever had over
the twins; he was able to make them come.
 
    Jenna was writhing beneath him already, gasping and moaning
in her pleasure.  Ray was rutting into her, grunting with the effort. 
Neither of them heard Kara come in, nor would they have cared.  She
stood, watching Ray fuck her sister, and planned to get some of her own
later.  She didn't like following her sister, so she would wait until
Ray had cleaned up.  What irritated her now was how much fun it looked
like Ray was having.
 
    Just as Jenna was reaching her peak, she heard and felt her
sister's presence.
 
    "Freeze!" Kara seethed.  Ray, who had felt the mental
command before hearing the words, knew he would have to do as
instructed.  He slammed one last time into Jenna, and stopped.
 
    "What the fuck did you do that for?" Jenna screamed.
 
    "He's enjoying himself way too fucking much," Kara bitched.
 
    "Like I give a shit!  *I* was enjoying myself!  I don't
give a rat's ass if he's having fun or not!  Get back to work!" Jenna
growled at Ray, sending a mental command with it.
 
    Ray, behaving as if he was just following instructions,
returned to slamming Jenna's pussy.  It wasn't long before Jenna was
once again crying out in joy, quickly returning to the heights of bliss
she had been at before.  Kara, disgusted with her sister, huffed out of
the room.
 
    Ray didn't notice.  He continued to ram into Jenna, who
soon reached, and then surpassed, her peak, screaming out at the top of
her lungs.  Her orgasm rocked her body, causing her to twist and turn,
thrashing her head about on the bed.  Ray continued to rut into her for
a few more moments before he allowed himself to come, blowing his load
deep into her cunt.  The extra sensation sent Jenna even higher, and
she saw stars.  Her mind went into mental overload, and she passed out
from the pleasure of the moment.
 
    Ray, on the other hand, was just content that it was over. 
He withdrew from her cunt, and went into the bathroom to clean himself
off.  He hadn't minded the sex, but it was *just* sex.  There was no
joy in it for him.  Certainly it had been *nothing* like making love to
his mother that morning.
 
 
 
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    For the next week, Ray tried to avoid the twins as much as
he could.  He was still plotting what he was going to do, and he didn't
want to start until he was sure of his plans.  Also, he knew that if
bad things started happening to them right after he got back from his
trip, they would immediately be suspicious of him.
 
    What he planned to do was to start harassing them on the
second day of school.  That way, they might believe, if they ever
realized it was someone actually causing them bad luck, that it was
someone at the school.  He was trying to protect his family, and that
was more important to him than revenge, so he was willing to bide his
time.
 
    The first day of school came and went, however, and Ray was
ready to put his plan into action.  He was ready to leave for school,
and was walking toward the front door, making sure that everyone could
see that.  As he reached the door, he stopped time in his usual
manner.  Moving back to the twins' room, he saw Kara pulling on her
stockings, but he didn't see Jenna.  *Well, one thing at a time.*
 
    He knew, when he'd thought this part up, that he'd have to
improvise when he found out what each of them was actually doing, but
he'd thought of several things he could do.  When he saw Kara pulling
on her stockings - she didn't wear pantyhose, which he thought was
strange, but it was her business - he got a big smile on his face.  He
reached into his school bag and pulled out a pair of scissors.  Moving
around her body, Ray cut several very small slits into Kara's hose.  He
knew that it would tear as soon as time restarted.  He chuckled to
himself as he put the scissors away.
 
    *Now, where is Jenna?*  A quick search found her in the
bathroom taking a shower.  He laughed outright at this.  Reaching in,
he turned the hot water completely off.  He made very sure it was the
hot water he was messing with; he did not want to cause her physical
harm, even though she had hurt him on more than one occasion.
 
    *There.  That should start things off nicely.*  Ray could
not resist, and hid in the closet before starting time back up.  He
watched as the stocking in Kara's hand nearly fell apart.
 
    "Shit!" she growled.  At that moment, a high-pitched scream
carried from the bathroom.  Obviously, Jenna had discovered her sudden
lack of hot water, and found it very uncomfortable.  Ray had to quickly
stop time before he burst out laughing.  He made his way outside before
he restarted time, and he laughed for most of the way to school.
 
    *Fuck with my family, and you pay the price.*
 
 
 
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    As Ray made his way up to the school, his thoughts were
disturbed.  He had not seen Jolene at all the previous day, and he was
wondering what that meant.  He knew she had to be back in town; her
parents wouldn't allow her to miss the first day of school.  He was
wondering if she'd found somebody else while she was gone.  That would
be hard for him to take; he'd given up quite a bit to be with her...
 
    One of the things he'd given up was suddenly staring him in
the face.
 
    "Hey, Ray!"  He turned to see Hope waving at him.  Hope
Shays was a beautiful blonde girl that he'd known for several years. 
She'd asked him out at the end of last year, but it was two weeks
*after* he'd started going with Jolene.  He'd hated turning her down,
but Jolene was one of the hottest girls in school.
 
    "What's cookin', Hope?" Ray asked.  They'd met in Home Ec
class, and it was one of their personal jokes.  She smiled at him.
 
    "How'd your summer go?" she asked sincerely.
 
    "Same old crap.  Yours?"
 
    "Pretty good, kind of dull.  Except... Ray, this is my new
boyfriend, Tim Waterton."
 
    "Hi," the boy said somewhat shyly.
 
    Ray felt a stab of jealousy as he shook the boy's hand. 
"Hey, Tim."  Turning back to Hope he whispered, "I'm glad you found
somebody."  She blushed, but smiled.
 
    "Hey, where's Jolene?" she asked.
 
    "I don't know," he answered with confusion.  "Anyway, we'd
better get to class, or we're going to be late.  Nice meeting you,
Tim.  Talk to you later, Hope?"
 
    "Sure.  See ya!"
 
    Ray watched the two move off, and then he started toward
his own class, feeling even worse now.  *Where is Jolene?*
 
 
 
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    Ray got the answer to his question that day at lunch.  He
was sitting alone, almost moping, when Jolene came to sit next to him.
 
    "Hey, Sweetie," she said softly.
 
    "Jolene!" he cried, startled.  "Where have you been?"
 
    "I couldn't find you yesterday, since we don't have any of
the same classes, and I had to miss lunch."
 
    "You could have called or something, you know."
 
    She looked at him curiously for a moment before answering. 
"Yeah, I guess I should have.  Sorry, but the first day of school
always puts me in a funk.  You know how I hate this place."  Her voice
became much more syrupy as she said, "But I'm here now, lover."
 
    As she kissed him, rather warmly, Ray thought to himself,
*I wish I were your lover.*  The two had never consummated their
relationship, though it wasn't for Ray's lack of interest.  *Well,
maybe soon.*
 
 
 
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    A couple days later, Ray and Jolene were up in his room. 
They were supposed to be studying, but there was very little learning
going on.  The two had their lips pressed tightly together instead,
their tongues dancing.  Ray ran his hand up and down her side, enjoying
the feel of the silky smooth skin beneath her blouse, and wondering
what it would feel like without the fabric in the way.
 
    Ray moved his hand upward, cupping Jolene's tit and
squeezing softly.  Jolene moaned against him at the feel of his hand
rubbing her nipple and molding her soft flesh.  He continued to massage
her breast as their kiss lingered.  Jolene made no move to take the
encounter farther, but Ray did.
 
    Moving his hand from her tit, he brought it up to the
button on her blouse.  He got one button undone before she pulled away.
 
    "No, Ray."  She immediately buttoned the blouse back up.
 
    Ray sat back with a heavy sigh.  Too many of their
encounters had gone like this.  He wondered if she was really
interested in dating him or not.  "Jo, we've been seeing each other for
nearly four months.  When are we going to do it?"
 
    Her face took on a slightly angry expression.  "Is that all
I am to you?  A cheap sex toy?  Don't you give a fuck about
relationships at all?  What, now you tell me that if I don't give you
what you want, you're going to dump me for some bimbo who'll strip at
the drop of a hat?"
 
    Ray was wounded and insulted by her words.  He got up off
the bed.  "That's not what I'm saying, and you damn well know it!  I'm
not going to dump you over one thing.  But to me, sex is an important
part of the relationship.  It's one of the best ways to be close to
someone you care about, to care for them and be with them.  I just want
to get closer to you.  Sure, I enjoy sex as much as the next guy, but I
don't do it with just anybody."  He turned to face her, and said, "I
want to do it with *you*, not just with 'some girl'."
 
    Jolene's expression was much less angry now, but she still
wasn't giving in.  "I'm just not ready, Ray.  I've been used and dumped
by too many guys.  Look, maybe I should go home.  We can talk about
this later, when we're not both upset over it, okay?"
 
    "Great," he replied, trying not to sound completely
rejected.  She kissed him lightly on the cheek, and then quickly left
the room.
 
    "Fuck," he said as he closed the door.
 
 
 
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    In order to alleviate his aggravation, Ray decided it was
time to torture the twins again.  He'd done something to them at least
once a day since the first time, and he was keeping to small things for
the moment.  He figured in a day or two, he'd step it up, to make their
lives a little more miserable.
 
    At the moment, he was out in the back yard, looking for
something.  When he found it, he stopped time; it was far easier to
catch it that way.  He ushered his prize into a jar, and made his way
into the house.  When he reached the master bedroom, he saw that Kara
was still studying, as he had thought she would be.  He walked over to
her desk, and then deposited his prize on the corner of her desk,
facing her.  He could not resist watching her reaction, and so he
slipped into the closet before he restarted time.
 
    When things got moving again, it took a couple of seconds
for anything to happen.  Kara was working at her homework, and she
didn't look up for a couple of seconds.  When she did, she saw what
looked for all the world like a five-inch-long cockroach, but was in
fact just a water bug.  She, however, did not know that.
 
    Kara flung herself backward as she let out an earsplitting
wail.  Her chair tumbled backward and she went crashing to the floor.  

    Quickly, Ray screamed, "Mai-ako!"  So that he could stop
time before he hurt himself trying to hold in his laughter.  He tumbled
out of the closet onto the floor, guffawing so hard that his side hurt,
but he couldn't stop laughing.  He finally managed to struggle to his
feet, closing the closet door and making his way out of the bedroom. 
He made the mistake of turning around to look one last time, however,
and it set him off on another round of uncontrollable cackling.  He
weaved his way out of the master bedroom and across the house to his
own room, chortling and giggling the whole way, until he collapsed onto
his own bed.
 
    "O-kai-am," he uttered, still chuckling to himself.  He
could hear the remainder of the screaming still, and that caused him
more fits of giggles as he lay on his bed thinking of her face when she
saw the bug.
 
    *Oh, life is good.*
 
 
 
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    "Honey, have you seen any bugs in your room?" his mother
asked him at dinner.
 
    "No, Mom.  You know that guy comes to spray once a month. 
We don't have bugs."
 
    "Bull-goddamned-shit," Kara replied.  "There was the
biggest fuckin' roach in my room this afternoon you've ever seen! 
Goddamn thing musta been eight, nine inches long!"
 
    Ray tried hard not to smirk too badly at her.  She hated
bugs, and he'd known that when he pulled the stunt.  He was fighting
off a fit of giggles again, and he had to turn away from her so she
wouldn't see it.  That's when he saw Jenna with the ketchup, ready to
put it on her french fries.  Beverly always used matching
squeeze-bottles for the ketchup and mustard, and it gave Ray an
immediate notion.  He stopped time quickly, before she could get the
bottle upturned.  He moved over and took the ketchup bottle out of her
hand.  He closed it and set it on the table, and then replaced it with
the mustard bottle.  He made sure the balance was about the same, not
that she was likely to notice, but just to be safe.  He hoped she
wouldn't pay attention.
 
    Moving back to his seat, he murmured, "O-kai-am," and
waited.
 
    "It could have come in on someone's pants, Kara," Jenna
said, not paying attention to what she was doing.  "That happens all
the - oh, fuck!  Gross!"  She had just noticed what she was putting on
her fries.  "Dammit, I could have sworn I grabbed the ketchup!  Why the
fuck do you have to put these things in the same kind of fucking
bottle!"  She viciously turned her plate so that the offending
French-fried potatoes were nowhere near her, and she grabbed her burger.
 
    No one said a word, though all of them were laughing
inwardly.
 
    Especially Ray.
 
 
 
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    Things were going along as normal in the Moondancer
household until that weekend.  The twins had wanted to go on a picnic,
and so, naturally, the entire family was forced into going.  Not that
anyone really minded this particular occasion; everyone in the group
loved the park, and it was a nice day out, the summer still warm and
comfortable.
 
    The odd thing about the occasion was that the evil twins
mainly ignored the rest of the family, spending their time flirting
with boys and talking with each other.  Ray had a feeling they were
probably discussing the long string of bad luck that seemed to have
befallen the two of them.  Last night, Ray had squirted toothpaste all
over Jenna, and Kara's brush broke in half while she was using it.  Ray
had taken to stopping time and wandering into their room several times
a day, to see if he could catch them in the middle of something he
could use to cause them grief.
 
    Unfortunately, he was not the only one who could cause
grief.
 
    He was sitting with his mother when it began.  The two of
them were sitting quietly under a tree, watching some birds.  Ray had
his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and she was leaning against him. 
They had to look like lovers to the entire world, but Ray didn't care. 
He heard a raised voice, and turned his head to see what was going on.
 
    "You just mind your fucking place!" Jenna hissed.  She was
berating Skye, the quieter of Ray's two sisters.  It was obvious that
Skye was terrified of Jenna.
 
    "I wasn't trying-" Skye started.
 
    "Shut up!  I didn't ask for your whiny little excuses!  Let
me make this clear for you; you don't date, flirt with, or even *look
at* a boy until we've turned him down!"
 
    Kara was standing next to her sister, nodding, and that's
when things got ugly.  She said, "If you want to fuck around, Skye,
maybe we ought to make you and your sister take on that Janitor at the
high school.  You know the one I mean.  Miguel.  That guy probably
hasn't showered in a month.  I bet even his dick is filthy."
 
    Both Skye and Crystal, who was standing right behind her,
grew pale.
 
    "Of course, it won't be filthy for long, 'cause you'll get
to suck off all the dirt and scum before he sticks it up your
mother-fucking cunts!" Kara hissed.
 
    "Ooh," Jenna joined in, "I bet he'd just love to get at two
little sluts like you two!"  The girls had turned even paler, and were
visibly shaking.
 
    Beverly turned to get up, but Ray restrained her.
 
    "Mom," he said in low tones, "if you go over there, it's
only going to make things worse for all three of you.  Don't."
 
    "Those are your sisters, Ray!"
 
    "And I'll find a way to keep them safe... somehow.  But
confronting the Bitches of Eastwick isn't going to accomplish anything."
 
    Beverly slumped back against him.  "You're right.  I
just... dammit, how do they do this to us?"
 
    Across the grass, Jenna spat, "So mind your fucking place,
or we can and will make sure you fuck him every day for a week!"
 
    "He could get you all knocked up and fat!" Kara added.  At
this point, both of the other girls broke down crying.
 
    The evil twins laughed.  "One more problem from you two,
and I guarantee you'll be on your knees in front of him faster than you
can say fuck me."  The twins walked away, and then, only after he was
sure it was safe to do so, Ray got up and went to them.  They clutched
at him tightly and cried.  It had ruined a perfectly wonderful day.
 
 
 
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    It was early the next day when Crystal came to see Ray.  He
was lying on his bed, reading a book that he'd brought back from the
reservation.  It was a book on the history of his people.  He felt
that, since he had been given this power that was restricted, so he'd
been told, only to the greatest shamans of his tribe, he should know
his heritage.
 
    The knock at the door was soft and tentative, but he heard
it.
 
    "C'mon in," he said, just loud enough to be heard.  There
was enough yelling in the house, and so no one at this end of the house
spoke louder than they absolutely had to.  When the door opened, and he
saw it was Crystal, Ray smiled at her.  He set his book down on the
night table and motioned her in.
 
    Crystal made sure to close the door behind her.  That clued
Ray in that this was a very private conversation.  Sitting up a little
straighter, he leaned back against the headboard of his bed, and waited
patiently for what he figured was a very serious problem, from the look
on Crystal's face.
 
    Crystal paced the room slowly, without saying anything, and
she wouldn't look at Ray.  He was growing worried, but not impatient. 
He decided to give her the time she needed to prepare herself for
whatever she needed to say.
 
    Finally, Crystal turned to face him, and moved to the bed. 
She sat down on it, curling her legs under her as she was prone to
doing.  Again, she was silent, and Ray merely looked at her in as
encouraging a manner as he could manage.  The silence seemed to extend
into eternity before she spoke.
 
    "You heard what they said to us yesterday?"  Ray merely
nodded.  He had a feeling that this would have something to do with
that.  "Do you think they'll do it?" Crystal asked, tears in her eyes.
 
    Ray didn't want to scare her, but he also would not lie to
her.  He nodded.  "I think they will, if either of you do anything they
don't like.  And we all know how easy it is to do something they don't
like."
 
    Crystal nodded, her tears flowing freely now.  Ray thought
he could understand her grief; it was a horrid thing they were being
threatened with.  He didn't yet understand the problem fully.
 
    "I... can't do that, Ray.  I can't let him... I mean...
we're..."  Crystal took a deep breath, and finally blurted out, "We're
both virgins."
 
    Ray sat in stunned silence.  His twin sisters were visions
of beauty, with long, jet-black hair and deep, soulful eyes.  He
couldn't imagine that guys weren't drooling all over them.  She could
see the surprised look on his face.
 
    "It's the others.  They keep any good boys away from us. 
Ray, I don't want my first time to be with that... *thing*.  He's
disgusting!"
 
    Ray nodded in sympathy, but there really wasn't anything he
could say.  His eyes conveyed the depth of his concern for his sister. 
It was then that she moved from her curled up position.  Crystal
straightened into a kneeling position, and then knee-walked over to her
brother, straddling him so that she was sitting in his lap.  She put
both her hands on his chest, and the look on her face was one of
desperation and pleading.
 
    "Ray, I want you to take my virginity."
 
    "What?" he asked incredulously.
 
    "I don't want to give it to that... guy, and you're the
only other boy I've been close enough to.  I could ask some stranger,
but that might be dangerous..."
 
    "Crystal... this is... I mean, I'm your *brother*!"  Ray's
mind perversely took this moment to reflect on who he had already slept
with in his family.  He tried to shove the thought aside, but it didn't
work.
 
    "Please, Ray," Crystal said, the tears flowing anew.  "I
love you, and I know you love me.  I don't ever ask things from you,
but I *need* this!  I can't go on worrying when they're going to force
us to... to..."  Crystal broke down, unable to finish the sentence. 
She buried her face against Ray's shoulder, and sobbed.
 
    Ray took a deep breath, and forced himself to look at the
problem first from his sister's point of view, and then from as
objective a point of view as he could manage.  His sister was scared,
and she trusted her brother to 'fix it'.  Objectively, she was an
incredibly beautiful girl who wanted to have sex.
 
    *Unlike your girlfriend.*
 
    That thought was like a knife through the heart.  Here he
was, a reasonably attractive teen, and the only people who wanted to
sleep with him were people who could not do so legally.  Still, Crystal
was in emotional pain, and it was within his power to fix that.  And,
he admitted to himself, she was turning him on, the way her butt
wiggled as she cried.  She couldn't help it, but it did help decide
matters for him.
 
    Ray placed his hand under her chin, and lifted her face
toward his.  He kissed her softly on the cheeks, tasting the saltiness
of her tears while removing them.  He leaned back slightly, and he saw
the love in her eyes.  He couldn't bear the thought of hurting her. 
Leaning in, he kissed her tenderly on the lips.  She pressed her body
against him again, this time in gratitude and enjoyment.  It was
obvious that, though she may not have had sex before, she had
definitely kissed before, as her tongue was the first to stray.  It
pressed lightly against his lips until he admitted it, and their
tongues then danced for a full minute before Ray lightly pushed her
away.
 
    Without words, Ray's hands slipped from their place on
Crystal's back upward, onto her shoulders.  He caressed her neck
gently, smiling at her.  She smiled back warmly, enjoying the feel of
his hands on her.  She inhaled shakily as his hands slipped from her
shoulders forward and down, to rest on each of her breasts.  His touch
was not harsh, not groping, but was a gentle caress and massage.  It
ignited a fire between her legs, and she sighed at the feel of it.
 
    Ray continued to touch her breasts for a few more moments,
but then his hands left her tits to move further downward.  It occurred
to him, at this point, that if the evil twins caught them, the shit
would really hit the fan.  Closing his eyes, he uttered, "Mai-ako," and
time froze around him.  Since he was in contact with his sister, she
went with him.
 
    "What?" she asked, having not really heard him.
 
    "Don't worry about it," he said, "It's just something I
learned on the reservation."  To distract her from it, he took hold of
the bottom of her shirt, and lifted it upward.  He had known from
touching her that she was not wearing a bra, and the sight of her
uncovered breasts caused him to inhale sharply.  Tight, dark areolas
topped wonderful 32C breasts, and his mouth watered at the thought of
kissing them.
 
    Crystal raised her arms to help him remove the shirt, and
then she moaned when she suddenly felt his tongue running across the
surface of her left tit.  Her hands rose to rest on the back of his
head, pulling him more tightly into her chest.  Her back arched, trying
to stuff more of her breast into his mouth.
 
    Ray continued to lap and suck at Crystal's tit, until he
reached her nipple, and then he ran the full length of his tongue along
it before sucking it into his mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue
over it repeatedly while he sucked.  Crystal moaned strongly, and her
body trembled.  When he switched over to her other breast to repeat his
actions, Crystal let go of his head, her arms falling limply to her
side.  She was so lost in the pleasure that she could barely think
straight.
 
    When Ray finally let go of his sister's breast, she was
beaming a beautiful smile at him.  She took the opportunity, before he
started to kiss her - anywhere - again, to remove his shirt.  He lifted
his arms as she had done, and soon his T-shirt joined hers on the bed. 
Crystal lay against him again, to feel the soft skin of his chest as
her tits pressed against it.  She dragged her nipples across his skin,
sending shivers through both of them. 

    Crystal moved back, away from her brother, as she rose up
slightly on her knees.  She undid his pants, and started to pull them
down off his hips.  He lifted up to help her, but his underwear decided
to depart with his jeans.  Crystal gasped as his erect, seven-inch cock
came into view.  She focused long enough to finish removing his
clothes, but then she moved between his legs, staring at the hard rod
that would soon be plunging into her.
 
    She wrapped her hand around it softly, and stroked up and
down it very gently.  Ray watched her fascination with it, until he
realized what she was working herself up to.
 
    "Crystal, you don't have to..."
 
    "She might make us... actually, she said she *would* make
us... and I don't want him to be my first experience with this,
either.  But I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
 
    Luckily, Ray did.  With a few words of encouragement and
coaching, Crystal had at first licked and kissed all of Ray's dick. 
After a little while, she ran her tongue along the head, and then she
sank her lips down onto his cock.  The friction of her lips mixed with
the suction of her mouth was enough to drive him crazy.
 
    "Oh, shit, Crystal!" he groaned.  He knew, as aroused as he
already was, that there was no way in hell he was going to be able to
control himself for long.  He could feel his impending blow.  "Crystal,
if you don't want a mouth full of cum, you'd better get off me..."
 
    She paused for only a second to say, "I know what Kara will
do.  I want to taste yours first."  Her mouth immediately returned to
his cock.
 
    "Oh, fuck," he whispered to no one in particular.  The
sensation was better, even, than when his mother had blown him.  In
only a few more seconds, she had him right at the edge.  "Ungh,
Coming!" was all he could manage before his cum blasted from his cock,
spattering the back of his sister's throat.
 
    Crystal was surprised by the strength of her brother's
climax.  She almost choked on his cum, but managed to swallow just in
time.  She felt it slide down into her belly, and found that she truly
enjoyed the sensation.  The taste was... well, but it was from her
brother, and he loved her, and she loved him, and that was all that
mattered.  And the taste wasn't *that* bad.  She was sure she could get
used to it.
 
    She continued to suck him through his orgasm, but when her
lips finally slipped from his cock, it was obvious that he was
deflating.  She looked up at her brother with concern in her eyes.
 
    Seeing the look, he smiled at her.  "Don't worry, he just
needs a minute to recover."  He pulled her up to him, and she lay
against him again, her thigh resting between his legs and nudging his
dick gently.  He knew it wouldn't take much of that before he was ready
to go again.  He kissed her, tasting his own cum on her lips.
 
    "Crystal, are you sure you want to do this?  This last part
is going to hurt.  Probably a lot at first."
 
    Crystal winced, but she nodded.  "I'd rather have someone
who's worried about how much it hurts doing it than some asshole who
couldn't care less," she said softly.  Then she kissed him again.
 
    Ray reached down and slipped his fingers between her legs,
brushing softly across her pussy lips.  Crystal gasped when he pushed
his middle finger inside her cunt.  She continued to moan as his finger
began a slow rhythm, making sure she was well-lubed for what was coming
soon.  His cock was already rising again to the occasion.
 
    "Oh, God," she said in a hoarse whisper, "that feels so
much better than when I do it."  She blushed fiercely at the admission,
but Ray just smiled at her.  His finger kept up its motion, causing her
body to rock, which in turn forced her leg to repeatedly brush against
his cock, which was soon straining in hardness.  Crystal could feel it,
and she looked down to see it aimed upward, ready to penetrate her most
intimate place.
 
    "Do it," she said, looking her brother in the eyes.  He
gently rolled her over, so that she was lying on the bed, and he was
above her.  He looked into her eyes one last time, to see if there was
any hesitation at all.  While he saw that she was a little nervous, he
saw mostly anticipation.  He positioned his cockhead at her tight hole,
and slowly pressed in.
 
    "Oh, fuck!" she cried at the sensation.  He continued to
move in very small, slow strokes until he came up against her cherry. 
He paused there, unsure of which way would hurt less.
 
    "What's the matter?" Crystal asked, concerned.
 
    "I don't want this to hurt too much," he explained.  "I'm
trying to figure out the best way to... uh... 'deflower' you."
 
    "Oh.  I don't know, but please don't stop moving," she said
with an impish smile.  Ray grinned down at her and nodded.  He decided
that slow would probably hurt less, though he wasn't sure. 

    Ray continued to stroke, but he pressed harder and harder
against her cherry, stretching it with each inward stroke.  Crystal was
mewing beneath him now, and finally, he felt it tear.  His cock pushed
another inch inside her when it happened, and she yelped in pain.
 
    Ray froze.
 
    Crystal was wincing, but there weren't any tears or cries
of agony.  Ray kept his lower body still, but he moved his one hand to
softly caress her chest, roaming across each tit in turn, stroking her
nipples and generally arousing her.  She smiled up at him.
 
    "Try to go in a little further... I don't know how much
it'll hurt."
 
    Ray very slowly pushed his way in.  He noticed the wince on
his sister's face, but she didn't tell him to stop.  It took a full
minute before he'd buried his cock inside her hot, grasping pussy. 
Once there, he stopped, waiting for her reaction.
 
    "Damn, does that feel big," she said.  Ray blushed
slightly; he knew he was a little larger than others his age, but to
have a girl tell you that in the middle of sex...
 
    "I won't move until you tell me to," he assured her.  His
hand continued to move across her tits, though.
 
    "I think... if you go slow."
 
    "Okay."
 
    Ray very slowly eased out of his sister's pussy about
halfway, and then he slowly pushed back in.  He saw only a slight wince
on her face this time.  Again he stroked, and this time, there was no
wince.  He pulled out a little farther, and then back in, with no
pain.  At that point, he picked the pace up just slightly.
 
    "Oh, shit!" Crystal shouted in wonder.  Obviously,
something had felt really good.  Ray smiled at her, and continued to
slip in and out of her.  As he continued to move, Crystal began to moan
in pleasure, the pain almost entirely forgotten.  Ray moved his hands
back onto the bed to support himself.  Leaning down, he kissed his
sister.  Her tongue immediately assaulted his mouth, and their tongues
were thrashing about as their bodies coupled.
 
    Ray could feel his sister's body heating up, and her cunt
was grasping at his cock as if it was trying to milk him.  He started
to stroke faster, without getting too aggressive.  Crystal spread her
legs as wide as she could, allowing him to use her and give her
pleasure.  They continued to kiss as they rutted together, their bodies
moving in sync.
 
    Soon, Crystal's body was overcome with the first spasms of
her climax.  She began to shudder and twist.  Ray broke their kiss, and
she cried out in ecstasy, her head twisting from side to side,
thrashing her long hair about on the bed.  Her pussy clamped down on
Ray's cock, and would not let go.
 
    The sweet pressure on his dick was enough for Ray to go
over his own abyss into the world of pleasure, and he spewed his load
deep into his sister for the second time that day.  The extra sensation
sent her even higher, and she screamed loudly in pleasure as Ray
grunted out his orgasm.
 
    It took several long moments before the two of them came
down from their high.  Ray slowly slipped out of his sister's grasping
cunt, and then he lay beside her on the bed, drawing her softly to
himself.  There, they rested.
 
 
 
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