11 comments/ 146419 views/ 112 favorites Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos Ch. 01 By: AnotherHotWife Day 1 -- Saturday The bell on the antique store's door jingled and Jennifer Hartwell glanced over her shoulder at her boyfriend to see if he was leaving. Fortunately he was still grudgingly lingering amongst the trinkets, poking randomly at bibs and bobs. Jen went back to examining the green and blue broken-glass vase in front of her. It looked so pretty and she really wanted it for the new apartment she was planning on getting. The woman who was running the register meandered over to Carl. Jennifer overheard her asking if he was looking for anything in particular and Carl responded with a polite "no". The conversation seemed to fade into the background as Jennifer stared at the twinkling vase, its facets reflecting the dim light of the store and the occasional ray of sunlight that pierced the half-shaded windows... "Jen? Jennnnnn....? Hellllloooo?" Carl was shaking her shoulder roughly. "What? Sorry, what were you saying?" Jennifer asked, confused. "I was saying that I think we should get this statuette." Carl held up a wooden statue of a female Venus. Jennifer had seen the Venus statue many times in art, but never a wooden sculpture let alone one so old. It was unremarkable, yet there was something appealing about it. The counter woman chimed in, "Oh yes. This statue is actually Greek, not Roman. It is Aphrodite, and it is said this particular statue could enhance a woman's desire beyond measure when left near the bedside." Jennifer half-rolled her eyes to her boyfriend, "Oh. Now I see why you want this." She turned her gaze back to the counter woman, "My boyfriend and I are getting an apartment together soon, and apparently not soon enough." The woman rang up the charges on the aged cash register and bagged the supposed ancient statue in soft tissue paper. The two lovebirds held hands as they walked out of the store just as another young man was walking in. The woman behind the counter smiled after them, a gleam in her eye as she thought of what was in their future. The young man walking in, however, required some 'attention' as well. -- Carl and Jennifer had been dating for over two years now. It was only three weeks ago that they decided to get an apartment together. Jennifer had already lived on her own in college, but with the job market so tight, she was forced to move back in with her mother and sister. Carl had a crappy studio apartment of his own, but it was not going to be enough for the two of them. After a short drive, they ended up sitting on the front porch of her house that evening. Neither believed the idol was truly magical, but they played around the subject, giggling with each other. Carl reached between her legs where the bag was sitting on the stoop and slowly drew the idol from it. "So, let's see this statue of yours..." He held it close to Jennifer who just stared at him mildly grinning. He held it close to her, then pulled it away, then repeated the process over and over until Jen chuckled. "What are you doing?" she asked, looking down her nose. Her boyfriend tried to keep a straight face, "Uhh, influencing you with the powers of the statue?" Jennifer rolled her eyes, "Yeah, right. Tell me you didn't buy all that crap the woman said at the antique shop?" Carl frowned, wrapping it back in the tissue paper, "Well, she did say you should place it next to the bed for it to work." Jennifer played back, "I don't know. It might turn me into a sex machine and I end up attacking you on the porch." Jen feigned an aggressive attack and playfully grabbed him. They laughed and snuggled closer together. Carl put the idol back in the bag and laid it across his lap. His hands free, he leaned closer to his girlfriend and wrapped his arms around her. "Well, then let's go inside and try it out." Jennifer shot him a disappointed expression, "I can't. My mom and Vanessa are home. You'll just have to wait till tomorrow. But call me okay?" "Fine," Carl reflected her look of disappointment. "I'll call you tonight." Carl tried to kiss Jennifer, but Jennifer snatched the bag off his lap, startling him. Jennifer laughed and jumped up to go inside the house. Carl called out to her, "Tease!" as she winked at him and closed the door. The idol was all but forgotten until that evening. Jennifer was in her bedroom, slipping into her comfy pajamas, putting her hair up, when she glanced down at the gift bag by her bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and reached down to the gift bag. Pulling out the idol, she looked at it very closely as the tissue fell silently to the floor. The grooves of the female's robe were worn and ancient. The face of the female was pretty- no, gorgeous. Strange to think of a piece of wood as luscious, sexy... Jennifer's mind was engulfed with a bounty of images. Female flesh, warming to each other, rubbing against each other, all of them soft and curvy and feminine. She felt like she was between a woman's thighs, the scent of her mound filling her nostrils. She felt her own tongue slipping from between her lips and flicking across the strange woman's clitoris. The tall blonde was back in her bedroom in her mother's house. The room was exactly as it was a moment ago and the images were gone. She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "Whoah. That was weird." Jennifer wasn't a prude and had seen two women together in some movies, but she was always turned off by the idea. Her mom and dad raised her right and being gay was not her thing. She sat there another second or two, shook her head to clear her thoughts, and then set the idol down on her nightstand. Surely it had nothing to do with the statue, but still the experience was unnerving. The twenty-two year old went out of her way to not touch the wooden statue when she turned out her light. The idol watched over her, motionless, eager to influence the young woman, eager to corrupt her, to satisfy her and be satisfied. Years had passed since her last feast of lust, since the last time she was allowed to influence, since the witch had found her and placed her unappreciated on a dark shelf. The idol was fully aware of the world around it, but unable experience it without a woman to twist. Now she was out and desperate to feel again, and every wicked notion would be realized by this new victim. Jennifer writhed in bed, her sleep a deep and restless one. The flash of lesbian images before bed was nothing compared to what she was experiencing in her unconscious mind. Any natural or learned desires she had for Carl --or even a man in general- were methodically shredded from her psyche. The idol moved from fold to fold within her mind, filling it with every picture, thought, and word that had anything to do with the lust of female flesh. I love pussy. I only want girls... No boys. I'm a naughty girl. I want to feel dirty. I need pleasure. Girls are better than boys. I want to feel slutty. I want a girl to lick me. I want a girl's cunt in my face. I am addicted to lesbian sex. I want to be a lesbian whore. I love tits. I want to touch another girl's ass. I need pussy. I must have a girl. Lesbian sex is better. Girls make me wet. Girls turn me on. I am a slut for girls. Fuck me with a strap-on. My cunt needs a girl's tongue. I am a lesbian bad girl. I must lick pussy. I am addicted to pussy. I am a whore for lesbians. I am a bad girl. I want to fuck another girl. I am a lezzie slut. My pussy is all that matters. Any chance Jennifer might have had to resist was lost in her sleep, although it wasn't certain her waking mind could have resisted either. So strong was the idol's power after sitting in inactivity that Jennifer might not have had any chance at all. Even while asleep, Jennifer had ripped her pajama shorts from her body and was plunging her fingers into her wet hole. Jennifer came hard, yelling out in her sleep how much she loved pussy- Jennifer sat up in bed startled. It was morning time and sunlight was streaming through the window. Jennifer looked around, confused. The blonde woman put her hand up to her mouth, but quickly pulled it away when she felt stickiness on her first two fingers. A latent disgusted look was upon her face, realizing that she had masturbated all night long to the Sapphic dreams. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she mumbled to herself. As remarkable as it might seem, the wooden statue sitting next to her bed seemed to be the source of these perverse thoughts. Was it magical? Cursed was more like it. Jen sat there scared, wondering what to do. After a few moments she decided to get rid of it. Even if the statue wasn't responsible, so poignant was the thought that Jen was convinced she would never be able to look at it again without remembering last night's nightmare. Jennifer reached down and grabbed the bag she had discarded last night and then grabbed the statue to toss it in. She never finished the motion. As soon as her hand gripped the statue she was flung backwards and her body flooded with a thick sexual desire. One hand gripped the wooden curves while the other returned to her moistening pussy. -- Day 3 -- Monday Vanessa knocked on her sister's door again before she left for school that afternoon. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays she had a late start for her courses at the community college. The nineteen year old college sophomore had the house phone resting on her shoulder, her blonde hair dangling around it. "Jen! Carl's on the phone again!" A soft voice came from the room, "Tell him I'll call him later." Vanessa sneered at her older sister's door and put the phone back to her ear. "Hey Carl... No, she said she will talk to you later... No, I'm not going in her room... I don't know.... She doesn't feel good so just deal with it... Listen, I need to go to school. Bye!" Dallas, Vanessa's mother, told her to leave her sister alone. But when Jennifer didn't make time to even text her boyfriend for the last two days, it sent Carl into a jealous whirlwind of paranoid thoughts. Vanessa never liked that side of him and hoped Jennifer would give him a piece of her mind. But at the same time all her sister had to do was call him for a minute. Vanessa went out the front door and sped off to school. Dallas was already gone to work and the blonde girl's departure allowed Jennifer to skulk out of her room to take a shower. The tall blonde girl was still overwhelmed with lust, but she managed to gain enough self-control to take care of her basic needs. Grooming, eating. Was she escaping the influence of the idol? Not likely. Instead it seemed to be providing her a reprieve, but to what end she did not know. Over the next hour Jennifer had dressed in a short skirt she normally reserved for clubbing and a blouse she knew was too tight. Her make-up was perfect. Jennifer smiled at herself in the mirror, admiring her reflection dressed to the nines. "Mmm, I look damn good." Her fingers slipped into her panties and she rubbed off a quick orgasm while watching herself. Her clit was a little sore, but the voice inside her head told her it would all be okay soon enough. -- The adult bookstore was filled with images of men that Jennifer reviled against. The only solace she had was that there was a lesbian section. Oh yes, the lesbian section. Someplace that she would never have even glanced at before was now like a magnet to the stunning blonde. You have a lot of shopping to do, young lady. Buy it. Buy it all. So filled with toys, pornographic DVDs, and magazines were her arms that Jennifer left a trail of slippery plastic covered magazine packages from the shelf to the counter where an old man sitting behind the register ogled her harmlessly. She dumped them on the counter and the gray haired employee found himself distracted by the slender blonde towering over him, tapping her foot impatiently. He scanned the barcodes with his shaking hand, the erotic story package title capturing his attention. "Family Affairs -- Lesbian Edition". The cover featured two girls who looked awfully similar kissing seductively with the phrase 'Sisters do it better' running diagonally across the cover. The old man let out an audible sigh, his excitement stoked by the idea that a woman would be so sexually open about any subject, let alone that one. Looking up he locked eyes with his customer and realized she was quite irritated with his slowness. "Can I buy my porn?" Jennifer snarled. "Is that okay with you?" With an apology he bagged the goods and finished the transaction. Almost two hundred dollars she spent in the store. The image of her ass swaying as she walked out the door would certainly be fuel for his lecherous thoughts that week. The next stop for the lesbian-in-training was the strip joint by the airport. Jennifer knew it only because she drove passed it so frequently. As she walked in a huge black man asked her if she was there for a job. "No, just here to watch." The bouncer grinned, "All right. Nothin' wrong with that." His eyes followed Jennifer as she walked hesitantly into the club and chose a comfortable chair in the corner. The place had about eight male patrons and each of them stared at her. Jen could tell they were looking and felt like she should have been embarrassed. Instead, her attention was squarely focused on the girl on stage. The performer was Asian, short, and skinny. Her breasts were tiny and perfect for her size. The G-string left little to the imagination and Jen knew that she was shaved. How desperately she wanted to touch that sexy thing up there, to make her the first of many women. But inside she was struggling with her newfound lust and the instructions that seemed to come with it. The voice in her head was soft but controlling... Look, but don't touch. Jennifer's face was flushed and her breathing heavy. She so desperately wanted to pleasure herself, but instead she was riveted to the chair, unable to do anything but obey the voice. It was teasing her, using her new desire to drive her crazy. It was teaching her perverse things, naughty things, filling her every thought with that of another woman. She wanted to scream out the desire was so bad. Instead she sat there silent, watching. -- The drive home was maddening. Jennifer had already masturbated and orgasmed three times on the way back from the strip club. Her panties were drenched in her wetness and the excitement was not ebbing. A whole bag of girl-on-girl goodies waited for her in the trunk if she could just get home in one piece. Jennifer's fingers were slick with her juices as she swerved in her lane. It was a miracle she hadn't crashed. When the young woman turned onto her street she was elated that her torturous wait would soon be over. That excitement sank when she saw a familiar car parked in front of the house. Carl's car. It did not take long for the conversation to degenerate into a full on argument. "Why didn't you call me all yesterday?" Carl asked for the tenth time. Jennifer avoided making eye contact. "I've been busy," she managed. "Listen, I don't want to talk right now." She stepped toward the door, but he blocked her path. "Are you breaking up with me?" Carl bellowed. "Did I piss you off? Are you seeing another guy?" This caught Jennifer attention. "No. There is no other guy - I promise. I just want some time to myself." Carl tried to reach out to Jennifer but she shoved his hand away while still gripping the bag of porn tightly. Jennifer wormed her way around her boyfriend and went inside, closing the door on his face. She could hear him mutter "Fuck you, bitch!" followed by the screeching of tires. There was small, tiny part of her that felt bad about the argument, like she should be upset, but the thought seem to go away quickly. The idol was close now. It spoke to her loudly in images of breasts rubbing against one another. Jennifer gripped the bag in her arms like a newborn as she walked down the hallway. She passed the kitchen and glanced in to see her mom Dallas and little sister Vanessa cooking dinner. The smell of grilled steak and onions hung in the air. Vanessa looked up and smiled, "Hey, sis!" Jennifer suddenly felt a rush of warmth, but fought to push it from her mind. "Hey, Vanessa," she replied quietly. Dallas looked up at Jennifer quizzically, "Hey honey, is everything okay?" Jennifer looked at her mom and tried to speak, "I'm...." The warmth came back again, this time raging through her mind and down into her pussy. She looked at her mother and could have sworn she was licking her lips seductively. That tongue would feel sooo good in between your- "Jen? Jen? Jennifer?" Dallas stood there with her spatula, staring at her eldest daughter who seemed to be in a trance. Jennifer looked her mom up and down and then walked out of the kitchen and into her room. After hearing the door shut, Dallas shifted her puzzled face to Vanessa who shrugged her shoulders and went back to cooking. Jennifer was ecstatic to be in her bedroom finally. The door was closed as she dumped the bag out on the bed. The contents spilled out everywhere. Dirty magazines, lesbian DVDs, naughty lingerie, dildos. Her eyes slid from one magazine cover to the next, focusing in on the word "lesbian" or "dyke" or "pussy" or anything related. Jennifer's face was a picture of perfection as she smiled wide eyed at the treasures on her bed. -- It was around ten at night when Dallas knocked again on Jennifer's door. "Honey, you haven't eaten all night. Are you okay?" No answer came from within. Dallas knocked once more, "Honey, you haven't eaten all night. Are you okay?" No answer. "Jen, sweetie... Are you in there?" Jennifer answered the door and surprised her mom who stepped back in a start. Peeking just her head out, her bare shoulder exposed, Jennifer hid the rest of herself from view. "I'm okay, mom. Just tired." Dallas sighed, "Well, I'm going to go take a shower and head off to bed. You should get some sleep too. You've been acting strange lately." "Okay." "Love you, Jen." "Love you too, mom." Dallas walked away, unaware that her own daughter stared lustfully at her backside. Jennifer's eyes explored her mother's beautiful body as she bit her lower lip lustfully. It was so wrong, yet everything within her new self begged her to explore that taboo fantasy further. -- Dallas climbed into the shower and let the lukewarm water cascade down her naked body. She was in her forties and divorced for about three years. Her husband had dumped her for a younger, thinner version of herself. The mother of two knew about the affair for a year but honestly didn't want to acknowledge it and the problems it brought. Henry, her ex, complained about her being fat and unattractive, which was funny coming from a man with an ever-growing pot belly. Once the separation began, Dallas resolved to lose weight not only to feel better about herself but to show Henry what he was missing out on. Now she was a MILF, a hot sexy woman with a body that rivaled her younger self. It was a warm day and she needed to get scrubbed clean. That and something else- a feeling of arousal she needed to wash away. There was something in the air these last couple days that had her passion building. Last night she even tried masturbating thinking about her favorite movie star but the climax wouldn't come. It was frustrating for her and today was worse than yesterday. She figured that she needed a man to bring her that extra step and Dallas decided a not-so-warm shower would do the trick. But as she soaped her breasts her fingers lingered a little longer than they should have on her nipples which perked immediately to her soft touch. Unbeknownst to Dallas, a figure had crept from the shadows of the hallway and appeared in the doorway to the bathroom. Jennifer was tall and stood way above her mother and sister, but her black pumps made her look downright statuesque. Jennifer stood there in black thigh high stockings and a garter belt, doing her best to mimic the slutty lezzie whores she watched in the movies all weekend. Every girl-on-girl scene brought her to a wicked climax, but each one stoked her passion further, pushing her to this very moment. Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos Ch. 01 Jen watched her mother in the shower as she played with her large breasts. Never before this weekend had a woman been the object of such dark fantasies, let alone her own mom. Yet there she was, naked, touching herself, so curvy, so soft, so hot. The incestuous aspect of the fantasy only drove her desires farther, making the wicked feeling in the pit of her stomach grow to insurmountable levels. Just watch her, slut. Watch and play. You desperately want her to be your plaything, don't you? The voice spoke and Jennifer acted. Jennifer succumbed to her perverted desires and whispered to herself, "That's it mom, show me that pussy... My mommy has a sexy body, doesn't she?" Each wicked word that dripped off her tongue energized her even more. "I want to lick you so bad, mom," she moaned. And every word spoken seemed to come in concert with Dallas pleasuring herself more. It was as if the spirit of the Idol was rewarding her for Jennifer's nasty thoughts. Dallas went from teasingly pleasuring her clit to fingering herself hard and groaning loudly in the shower. Jen's knees shook as the orgasm washed over her. It would have been considered utterly disgusting to masturbate watching a woman , but here she was pleasuring herself as she stared at her own mother. "I need to-" Jennifer whispered to herself, intending to say I need to stop. Instead she finished the sentence, "I need to... see more." The ogling session ended as Dallas --frustrated that she could not cum- turned off the water. Jennifer vanished into the darkness of the hallway leaving her mother ignorant of the voyeuristic act that took place not eight feet away. The blonde mother threw some cold water on her face, brushed her teeth, and dried her hair. By the time she got to her room, she was tired and ready for bed. She never noticed the wooden idol sitting on the floor. Dallas turned off the light and fell into a restless sleep. -- As Dallas slept, the idol guided her to the naughty places her daughter had just gone. Talking in her sleep the mother of two whispered indecent words she never heard let alone uttered before. "I need a girl to lick me! Lick my pussy!" The words came quicker and easier with each passing phrase. It was a feedback loop where her physical pleasure was heightened by the dirty words she told herself, which encouraged her to masturbate faster and bring her more pleasure. I am a cunt licker. I am a dirty girl. Train me to love pussy. Tutor me to want girls. Teach me to desire women. I am a dirty girl. I am a slave to my pussy. I want to be a lezzie slut. I love pussy. I need pussy. I love cunt. I will only want women. Never a man again. I will obey my lesbian desires. Jennifer walked into the master bedroom boldly this time. Watching her mom fingering her cunt uncontrollably, she slowly pulled the sheet off the middle aged woman's writhing body. Jen stood there for just a moment before the voice commanded her to action. Touch her. Jennifer didn't need the command anymore. She wanted her mother. She needed her. She desired the wicked feeling that she had gotten from the spectacle in the bathroom. For all intents and purposes, the idol had washed away the last of good girl Jennifer, leaving behind a manipulative lesbian slut. The lanky blond climbed onto the bed and ran her hands along her mother's open legs. Her fingers fondled her mother's waiting pussy and her tongue found itself buried in her mother's wetness. Jennifer's very first time touching another woman and it was her own mother's sleeping body. The power was intoxicating and the juices on her tongue were as addictive as cocaine. The whole time the younger blonde was fucking her fingers in and out of her own pussy with her ass up in the air. "Cum for me!" Jennifer spoke, ignoring all discretion. "Cum for me, mommy!" Her fingers pumped the older woman's hole as she came hard, the orgasm rousing her from her sleep. Dallas opened her sleepy eyes, confused by the confluence of intense sexual pleasure, homosexual dreams, and the reality of seeing her oldest daughter between her legs. "What is going on? What are you doing?" Jennifer looked up from between her mother's thighs, "It's just a dream, mom. Just a hot wet dream. Now cum all over your daughter's mouth!" She went back to sucking on her clit and pumping her fingers simultaneously. Dallas tried to resist, but found her body lacking the energy to fight what her mind knew must be stopped. "No, this is wrong. I'm your mother! Ooooohhh! Noo! We can't do this! Ooooh!" A second intense orgasm rampaged Dallas' body as she barely made sense of what was happening. Jennifer smiled, climbed up next to her still half-sleeping mother, and licked on her nipples. The whole time she shoved her fingers in and out of Dallas, fingerbanging her mom's drenched pussy. Jennifer was overcome with lust, talking dirty right into her mother's ear, "Cum for me again, mommy. Cum for your lesbian daughter! I'm going to make you a queer girl just like me. Dallas fought it meagerly, "No!!" "Yes! Say it, mom. Say you want to be a lesbian." "I- no- -uuuuhhhhhhh!" The third orgasm was building and Dallas winced in pleasure/pain as Jennifer yanked her hair back, "Say it, mommy! Say you want my cunt. Say it! And I'll make you cum like you never have before..." Dallas caved and looked right into her daughter's eyes as she experienced the hardest climax of her life, "Oooooh, I want my daughter's cunt! I want my daughter's cunt! I want-" -- Dallas bolted straight up in bed. She quickly looked around and noted not only was she alone but it was morning time. The sun was up and the house was quiet. Dallas looked around with a look of fear and guilt on her face. Dallas put her hand on her forehead as a look of concern drew across her expression. "A sex dream, about my own daughter?" she said to herself guiltily. "What the hell made me think of that?" Day 4 -- Tuesday The nineteen year old was asleep in her bed. Having been out all day with her new boyfriend and having gone to bed around ten pm she never noticed anything unusual going on in the house. Just before midnight Vanessa had kicked the sheets of herself, exposing herself as wearing a simple pajama short and tank top combo. Vanessa still had the bunk bed from when she and Jennifer shared this room. It was smaller than Jen's new room and she knew she was too old for the décor, but it was fun sometimes being the baby of the family still. The youngest daughter of Dallas slept soundly, ignorant to the eyes upon her legs and hips and breasts and face. Standing in the doorway was her sister Jennifer. She wore a white tank top that had imprinted on it, "Sorry boys, I lick pussy" along with a pair of white sexy underwear that showed off her ass. She simply stood there, breathing a heavy, staring wide eyed and lustfully at her sister's sleeping form. It would be so easy to convert her, Jennifer thought to herself. But where is the fun in that? Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos Ch. 02 Chapter 2 Day 5 - Wednesday Vanessa woke to a still house, as quiet as could be. This wasn't unusual as she was not working and sleeping in had become a regular habit for her unemployed self. Jennifer was typically over at her boyfriend's apartment however, so for her to be gone could have meant they had gotten back together. Peeking out the window, Vanessa noted her sister's car was still in the driveway, so either he picked her up or she was sleeping in too. Wearing her pajama shorts and t-shirt she climbed out of bed and popped into the kitchen. The living room was empty as was the hallway; nobody was home. Just to be sure though she called out, "Mom! Jennifer! Anybody home?" There was a sigh of relief from her, glad to realize that Jen must have gotten back together with her man. Her sister had been such an odd duck lately. She poured a glass of milk, downed it in a hurry and went to watch television when she passed her sister's room. The door was closed. It wasn't a conscious act to check up on her sibling, but Vanessa knew her sister left the door open when she wasn't home. Vanessa knocked quietly, "Jen?" With no answer she poked her head into the room and looked at the bed which was disheveled but devoid of any bodies. Her sister wasn't anywhere to be seen. What was on her bed, however, caught the nineteen year old's attention. Adult magazines and sex toys were strewn all over the bed. "Jen?" she repeated, walking in. 'Lesbian Licks', 'Dyke Desires', 'Luscious Lesbos'... The magazines were clearly homosexual in nature. One in particular caught her attention which was next to the pillow, a slickened vibrator next to it: 'Family Affairs -- Lesbian Edition'. Looking up Vanessa noted that the walls were plastered with posters of girls, sometimes posing by themselves, sometimes kissing each other. The teenager curled her upper lip in disgust. "Gross!" she called out. Even though she felt disgusted at the sight of the pornographic trove, she rummaged through all the items on the bed. The whole idea of being with a girl was plain disgusting. She had a couple of friends who Vanessa was sure had experimented -- it was enough to make the teen end the relationship. "This shit is just nasty," she said snobbishly. As she did, her older sister Jennifer crept silently up behind her. She was dressed in tight jeans and her tight t-shirt that said "Sorry boys, I lick pussy". She had many more on order but for now this would be her favorite. Her eyeliner was dark and her hair down and wild looking. She slid her hands along Vanessa's waist in a way that family would never normally touch. "Like what you see, little sister?" Vanessa jumped back, pushing her sister's hands away. "What the fuck, Jen? You scared me!" She stepped back, startled and annoyed with her sister. Gesturing to the room she snapped, "What is all this shit? What the hell are you wearing? I thought you straight? What happened to your boyfriend? And being 'strictly dickly'? Isn't that what you used to say?" Jen smiled, "Let's just say I changed my mind." Jen stepped closer and Vanessa stepped back again and pivoted to where she was up against the wall. Her big sister came closer, putting her hands on her waist and moving them up toward her breasts. Vanessa was no longer disgusted but fearful, "What are you doing? I'm your sister!" "I know. I just can't help it. The idea of fucking a girl gets me so hot now. And the idea of fucking my little sister makes me even hotter!" "Wait! Don't!" Jen manhandled her sister, groping her and kissing her neck and her mouth. Vanessa tried to push her older sister away but she was much taller and stronger. Jennifer grabbed her by the hands and held them over her head, pinning her wrists up. It was as if she was possessed with superhuman strength, locking her arms above her. Using her free hand, Jennifer reached into Vanessa's panties and fingered her clit. She felt moistness between her soft folds and groaned, "You have a nice wet little cunt, sis. I can't wait to taste it." "No! This is incest! I don't even like girls!" Vanessa cried. What was strange was her body reacting the way it did. Her vagina was wet, but she didn't know why. She certainly wasn't enjoying this attack. Vanessa pushed her body against her big sister's to get away, but it was no use. The girl held her fast against the wall. All she managed to do was get closer to Jen so that their bodies were writhing against each other. One attempting to get away, one preventing that. Jen kept rubbing her sister's pussy and then slipped her fingers into her hole. Damn it was tight! Two digits shoved their way in and soon Jennifer was finger-banging her little sister against her will. "That's it, Vanessa. Come on... Cum for your big sis!" Vanessa felt the penetration of her sister's fingers and the clever manipulation of Jen's thumb against her clit. It felt so good, so amazing, which made the treachery all the more shocking. She wasn't a lesbian and she certainly had no attraction to her own flesh and blood. Yet her own body was betraying her, shuddering in pleasure from the stimulation. Soon a short and powerful orgasm twisted its way through her gut. What humiliation bubbled up from within the younger sibling knowing sexual pleasure in such an involuntary way. Jennifer let go, panting lustfully like an animal, a crazed look in her eyes as she ogled her sister. The nineteen year old took the opportunity to jump away and out of the door. "Don't do that again ever! I don't care what the fuck you do with your life but I am not a lesbian!" She stormed out of the room, guilt ridden and violated from the lesbian assault by her own sister. Jennifer shouted after her sister, "You will be!!" The door slammed on the other side of the house and the older sister smiled evilly. She repeated, "You will be." **** Vanessa spent the rest of the day locked up in her room. Her sister left the house shortly after the attack, but Vanessa didn't want to risk leaving the safety of her room. Around dinner time she finally chanced coming out to eat a quick dinner and take a shower. She washed her crotch over and over, trying to strip away the filthy memory from her private parts. Vanessa kept listening for Jennifer, afraid she might come back. Every call she placed to her mom went unanswered. She couldn't talk to her friends. She couldn't call the police. The teenager spent the hours crying in her room, trying to understand what had happened. Eventually she put on her mp3 player and tried to distract herself with some music, napping here and there. Vanessa's dreams were short and frightening, filled with images of her older sister grabbing her. Worse still Vanessa woke up feeling aroused which confused her even more. Tears flowed and she did her best not to fall asleep. There was something else, something quiet and unnerving beneath her waking thoughts and sleeping visions. ...Sexy... ...Hot... ...Dirty... It was a sound- no, a voice? Vanessa turned up the music and closed her eyes. Unbeknownst to Vanessa, Jennifer and Dallas parked on the sidewalk and snuck into the house. They both spoke in low voices in the darkened hallway, mother and daughter both holding the statue and caressing it with their fingertips. Dallas look mesmerized, just the way her oldest daughter wanted her. Jennifer, confident that the idol's influence was complete, commanded her mother to action, "Do it, mommy. Go to her. You know you want to." **** Vanessa was lying in bed alone, reading a book and feeling sullen when there was a rap on the door. She jumped at the sound, the fears of her sister's forced lesbian act all coming back to her. She exhaled in relief when her mother's voice came through the door, "Honey, it's me. Can I come in?" "Yeah, hold on a sec," Vanessa answered. She hopped off the bed, unlocked her door, and retreated back to her mattress as her mother entered. Dallas walked in wearing a fluffy terrycloth robe with something wooden protruding from the pocket. Her maternal instincts were not masked despite the idol's corruption as she noticed her daughter's upset face, "Vanessa, what's wrong?" "Mom, where have you been all day. I tried calling your cell but you didn't answer." "Sorry, sweetheart. I was out shopping all day. What's wrong?" she repeated. All day Vanessa had rehearsed how she was going to bring up what happened with Jennifer. But now that her mother was face to face with her she had no idea what to say. How do you tell your mom that your sister sexually assaulted you? "Nothing," is all that she managed to let loose. "It's just been a terrible day." "Didn't you have a date tonight?" "Yeah, I just couldn't go on it. Jennifer and I had a fight this morning. Kinda anyways." "What were you and your sister fighting about?" Dallas knew -- she knew every last detail. Jennifer had come to meet her for lunch with the idol in hand. Her daughter handed it to her and confessed the last few days' events. While the two sat in her SUV parked in the multilevel garage near her job, Jennifer related what had happened in every terrible detail, including the finger fucking she gave Vanessa. Dallas was mortified, but when she tried to jump out of the SUV to get some air she found her hand practically glued to the idol that now kept her fixed to her seat. Her daughter then proceeded to finger her mother right there in the parking lot, making her orgasm to every detail about the lesbian attack she perpetrated on poor Vanessa. It was terrifying... It was stimulating... It was perverse... It was sexy... And now here she was doing the bidding of the voice in her head. Dallas was told to play ignorant and so she would do so, for now. "Nothing I want to talk about. It's just that Jennifer is acting really weird lately. Haven't you noticed?" If Vanessa thought that her mom was involved, she certainly didn't show it. "Yes, I did. For the last couple of days. I think it has something to do with this-". Dallas pulled the Idol of Lesbos out and showed it to her daughter. Vanessa cocked her head, "That's that statue she got the other day, right? Why would this make her act differently?" "Here, hold it in your hands. It might make more sense." Dallas was trembling slightly, the last scraps of her normal life fading as the idol wormed its way into her judgment. Vanessa took it in her hand and immediately started to feel sexually aroused. Power flowed through the wooden statue as she gasped. The voice was in her head. It had been there all week long -- she was sure of it. Quiet, in the background, subtle. It was the voice that told her she could be aroused at any woman's touch, even the violent penetrative finger fucking her sister gave her earlier. Now the voice was screaming in her brain with no way to turn it off. Pussy is all that matters. Men no longer are important. Sexual pleasure is everything. Women are everything. You are a slave to your desires. Touch your pussy. Masturbate now. Despite the embarrassment of feeling so aroused in her mom's presence, Vanessa struggled to create a coherent thought. She gripped the Idol tightly. Her hand slowly crept toward her panties as she started rubbing it. She was scared and tried to stop, but found resistance a worthless endeavor. "Mom! What's happening to me?" Dallas stood there, a smile creeping thinly over her lips. "The Idol is changing you, sweetheart." Vanessa shook her head and trying to push the thoughts out of her mind, but she failed. She continued to grip the idol and finger herself. She managed to gasp out a question she already knew the answer to, "Changing me into what?" "Changing you into a lesbian, my beautiful daughter," Dallas answered matter-of-factly. "Just like it changed your sister. And just like it changed me." "But I like boys! I don't want to like girls. I- I- I can't stop thinking about... About... Pussy..." Vanessa purred as she slipped her fingers into her wet hole, which just twelve hours ago was occupied by her sister's violating fingers. Thousands of images bombarded her brain of women from every time and country, every age and race, all engaging in lesbian sex. The idol wanted her converted and it was working fast. Dallas let the robe drop off her frame to reveal her black stockings, black boots, and a big black strap-on dildo. She climbed on the bed and began fondling her youngest daughter. Starting with kisses to her baby Vanessa's neck, Dallas quickly felt the need to touch her everywhere, her hands roaming her stomach and hips and thighs and perky nipples. Vanessa was shocked. None of the images in her mind were of her mother or her sister, but here she was allowing her mom to touch her while she masturbated uncontrollably. "Mom! What are you doing to me!?" "I'm finishing what your sister started this morning. I'm going to make sure my sweet innocent daughter is a naughty... lesbian... whore." Dallas ripped Vanessa's panties off and brought her mouth close to her beautiful trimmed bush. Pushing the teenager's hands away, she flicked her tongue across her daughter's clit and watched as Vanessa went crazy with pleasure. Soon Dallas was devouring the girl's mound, tasting her juices and fingering her tight pussy simultaneously. Brought to the brink of orgasmic pleasure, Dallas pulled away from her daughter and climbed between her legs. The middle aged mother of two teased her daughter's pussy with the strap-on, rubbing it along the mound and driving her nuts with desire. At just the right moment she plunged the phallus into her daughter's deepness and buried the strap-on all the way up in her. Vanessa screamed in pleasure as her mother humped her. Just then, Jennifer walked in smiling, wearing her "I lick pussy" t-shirt and white thigh-high stockings with no panties. "Keep going, mom. Fuck my sister hard." The encouragement brought Dallas a new vigor in perversity. She stared into Vanessa's eyes who lay beneath her, "Oh take it baby. Take mommy's big strap-on." The kinky words only brought the taboo pleasure more emphasis and Vanessa wailed. Jen walked to side of bed and got face-to-face with her sister. Her mom continued to slide her strap-on in and out of her daughter's pussy. "You like that little sis? How does it feel having mom fuck you like that?" Vanessa shuddered, "Soooo good!" "Do you want to fuck your boyfriend?" "No!!" "Can you even think about a man?" "No!!" "What do you want, little sister?" "Girls!!" Jennifer grabbed her sister's hair and yanked it hard, "Are you going to be my lesbian slut now?" "I'm your slut, sister! I want you so bad now!!" "I thought lesbians were gross? Isn't that what you said today?" Jennifer patronized. "Oh I was wrong..." Vanessa crooned. "So wrong... I'm sorry, sis! I love it!" Dallas flipped her daughter over with ease so that she rested on her knees. The strap-on dildo found its way back into the hungry cunt of her daughter as she pounded the nineteen year old without remorse. Jennifer climbed onto the bed and opened her legs wide, inviting the younger daughter's oral pleasures. Crazed with lust, Vanessa dove into her older sister's shaved pussy and licked it hungrily. "That's it, sis. Lick me. Lick your big sister's pussy. Yeah you love it now don't you bitch?" Jen was the very embodiment of the idol, reveling in the knowledge that her sister had crossed two taboo lines at her hands. One into lesbianism, the other into an incestuous act. Vanessa orgasmed, screaming loudly, "I'm CUMMING, MOMMY!!" The three women changed positions, with Dallas removing her strap-on and straddling Vanessa's face. The youngest daughter opened her legs wide while she licked her mother's slit, an act that just begged for Jennifer to grab the strap-on and put it on. "That's it. Lick mommy's pussy," Dallas cried. "It feels soo good.... Soo bad... My own daughter's tongue up inside me!" Jennifer fully adorned the strap-on and started fucking her sister while her mother ground her pussy all over her Vanessa's mouth. "I love fucking my sister's little cunt." Dallas's clit was throbbing as she looked down and watched one daughter slam that black toy in and and out of the other. The wicked act sent a shockwave through her that was more a convulsion than an orgasm. It was too much to bear additional stimulation to her clit so Dallas climbed off her daughter's face and lay down next to Vanessa. It was so sexy watching the daughters she raised engaged in such a lustful lesbian act. It wasn't long before her own fingers were plunging in and out of her box, encouraging them to continue. "Fuck your sister, Jen! Shove that big black cock in her! Stretch her out. Ruin her so the boys can never satisfy her." Jennifer responded, "Oh I am, mom! I'm going to fuck her every day. And every night. She's going to be my little queer girl from now on. My SISTER slave. My little INCESTUOUS whore." Vanessa was beyond the normal realms of pleasure. Supernatural powers were bringing her to a place where every wicked act that could be performed on her by her mother and sister were delicious and desirous. "I'm gonna cum again! I'm gonna cum! More!" "Tell me what you are, little sister. What do you want to be?" "I'm a queer girl! I'm a queer girl! I'm your whore, sister! FUCK! CUMMING!!" Jennifer didn't bother to slow down. The post-coital shock of being penetrated made even the idol-influenced act one that Vanessa had to rest from. She pushed at her sister's body, desperately trying to get her to stop. Only after Jennifer was satisfied with her cruel thrusts did she end the act, however. The strap-on came off and the two daughters climbed between their mom's legs and licked her, swapping tongues and deep kisses in between. "Such naughty incestuous daughters I have...." Their mother groaned. "Kiss your sister nice and deep." Watching them flick their tongues in each other's mouths was so utterly nasty. French kissing daughters poised right above her crotch. She needed them... "Now lick your mother's cunt! Make mommy cum!" It did not take long for them to comply with their mother's wishes. Their cheeks and lips slick with her juice, Dallas came once more before the night was through. When they were done, they all collapsed in a heap of lesbian flesh. Fondling each other and the Idol simultaneously. Each one of them whispered with a satisfied voice. "No more boys. Only girls." The idol was nowhere close to finished with the family, however. Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos Ch. 03 Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. Remember that the term 'teen' can refer to a person who is 18 or 19 years of age! This is the continuing saga of the Idol of Lesbos, which has recently been put to film by Margo Sullivan. I'm proud to say that my taboo story has succeeded in making headway into the adult industry. Enjoy a trip into my fantasy world! Chapter 3 "Day 15: Friday" Phillip stood outside underneath the gas station's covered pumps -- the only relief from the sweltering heat that day. He watched the gallons drop into the tank and the dollars he was racking up on his charge card kick into the thirties, forties, fifties... Inside his daughters Cammy and Sayla were sitting in the back and Bridgett his wife sat in the front on the cell phone. His wife was looking good these days having joined the gym last year. Toned, tan, and gorgeous, her attempts to improve her looks had not gone unnoticed. Their marriage was finally rekindling in the bedroom and the annual family trip to see Bridgett's sister Dallas was cutting in on their alone time. Still, it was underway and there was nothing to do about it now except be thankful that Dallas had a guest house in the back of the property. Hopefully they would be sleeping there instead of in the home. Cammy and Sayla were a year and a half apart and chips off of mom's block. At times Phillip was worried they might be too pretty and worried a lot about boys. They were sniffing around the house quite a bit lately for Sayla. Cammy --her first year away at college- was already up to no good and multiple young men were calling her all summer long. Bridgett was on the cell phone, calling her sister Dallas. The phone was ringing and ringing and Bridgett looked impatiently about. The plan was to come out for this weekend, but Dallas hadn't answered the phone in two days. ** The telephone in Dallas' house kept ringing and ringing. The voice mail kicked in again and she heard the voice of her sister Bridgett calling. "Dallas, are you there? Hello... It's Bridgett... Well, I just wanted to remind you that we're on the road and we'll be there around four-ish. Gimme a call and let me know everything is okay. Okay? Well, okay, bye!" ** The Idol of Lesbos stood motionless on the table next to the answering machine. Four feet away from the phone, Dallas was sitting on the living room sofa with her legs spread wide open. Vanessa was on her knees with her ass swaying back and forth as she fingered herself, her face buried in her mother's pussy as she hungrily ate her out. It felt so wonderful having her youngest daughter stuffing her tongue in and out of her wet pussy. For days she had been learning how to be the house 'bitch'. Many spankings, many late nights, many invasive toys that the fortyish mother had to use to probe her daughter with, and many new bits of lingerie to keep things interesting. The newest one Vanessa wore was a pair of panties that said "Mommy's Bad Girl" right across her ass cheeks. Custom ordered, the people at the press must have raised their eyebrows over that one, but Dallas didn't care. ** Back in the van, Cammy leaned forward to talk to her mother Bridgett as she hung up the phone. Cammy asked, "What did she say, mom?" Bridgett closed the phone with a concerned look across her face, "They didn't pick up again." Cammy rolled her eyes, flopping back in her chair. "Great," she sighed sarcastically. "They probably forgot we were coming out." "No. I talked to her a few days ago. She said that everything for the trip was fine. I'm sure they are just busy." ** Vanessa was on her back with Jennifer straddling her sister's face. The older sister pulled roughly at Vanessa's hair, forcing her mouth into her cunt. While Jennifer liked the look and feel of her sister's tits, she forced her younger sibling to wear a tank top that said, "I LOVE MY SISTER". The word "Love" was crossed out with a red marker and the word "Lick" had been written off to the side. The panties and tank top were not just for the girls, but for Vanessa's boyfriend as well. He came knocking at the door earlier in the day and Vanessa was forced to answer the door wearing them. Poor Vanessa, lipstick smeared across her face, pussy juices still on her chin, panties soaked in the crotch, stood there in front of her boyfriend admitted she was a lesbian whore and apologized for wasting his time. Jennifer and Dallas stood off to the side giggling evilly as the boy broke down crying, trying to figure out what he did wrong. ** Cammy was still ranting in the back of the van, "I don't see why we have to spend our long weekend with aunt Dallas. Last time I was soooo bored." Bridgett turned about to face her oldest daughter, "Sorry, but you can take a break from your boyfriends. I for one am looking forward to seeing my sister. Besides, sometimes it's nice just to do things with family." ** Vanessa and Jennifer were locked in a 69 position, the two now naked sisters enjoying each other as their mother Dallas watches them from the chair nearby. In one hand she was rubbing a vibrator all over her pussy while her other hand roamed over her beautiful body. She elated in directing her daughters on how to pleasure each other. "My beautiful girls look so sexy eating each other. You make mommy so happy... That's it, finger your sister. Make her cunt all wet..." Jennifer's body started vibrating in pleasure and Vanessa followed suit. Both siblings dared not take their mouths away from each other's sopping wet pussies as they pleasured each other orally to the maximum. ** Phillip climbed back in the van and started up the engine, enjoying the cool air from the air conditioning. Sayla --previously occupied with her music- took off her headphones and looked over at her sister who was buckling in. "What's going on?" Sayla inquired. Cammy answered with an annoyed tone, "Our cousins are bailing on us this weekend. Just wait." Sayla scrunched her face up, "No they're not. Jennifer sent me a text just now. See? It says 'CANT WAIT TO SEE U. GONNA HAVE A GIRL'S ONLY WEEKEND'." Cammy was still unimpressed. "Super," was all she managed to say. Sayla shrugged, "Well, I think it sounds fun." ** Dallas and Jennifer were both back on the sofa with their legs spread and draped over each other. Vanessa had returned to the position she was most familiar with these days: on her knees with her face buried in her sister's pussy. Jennifer was showing her mother her own cell phone and they giggled over the message she has just sent. Dallas laughed, "'Girl's only weekend'? I like that, baby." Jennifer smiled and set her phone down, "I was hoping you would like that." Dallas lightly masturbated her clit as she watched her daughters engaged in sapphic pleasures, "You make me so proud. Give mommy a big kiss." Jennifer leaned over and soon mother and daughter were engaged in a most unfamilial kiss, swirling their tongues against each other's and touching each other's breasts. Vanessa picked her head up out of her sister's crotch, "Did she text you back?" Jennifer's smile vanished in an instant and she grabbed Vanessa's hair, yanking it hard, "I didn't tell you to stop licking me, did I, bitch? Now take care of your big sister's pussy the right way!" Not waiting for a response, Jennifer shoved Vanessa's face back on her crotch. Vanessa forgot her place for a moment and apologized by devouring her big sister's delicious mound. -- "4:30pm" Dallas opened the door and Bridgett stood there on the porch with her arms outstretched. "Hey!" Bridgett was four years younger and both had passed their beautiful blonde hair down to their girls. Both older women had similar bodies, although Dallas often bragged she had better cheek bones and Bridgett simply joked that she had a better ass. Not wanting the air conditioning to get out, Dallas ushered Bridget and her family into the house with their suitcases. Phillip immediately plopped himself down on the sofa, exhausted from their trip. Cammy looked at her aunt, "Can I have some water? I'm dying." Her aunt nodded and gestured to the refrigerator for a drink. When Cammy opened it up she noticed it was damned near empty. "Aunt Dallas, where is all your food?" she asked, confused and concerned. Dallas raised her eyebrows and called across the living room into the kitchen, "Oh! Sorry, the girls are out at the store. We didn't get a chance to do any shopping this week." Bridgett looked to Dallas, "What's going on? Are you girls just eating out a lot?" Dallas smiled slightly, "Oh, we eat out a lot more than you can imagine." Bridgett looked confused and was about to ask a question when Jennifer and Vanessa came in with the grocery bags. Phillip stood up and took a breath, "I'll go help with the other bags." Turning to Jennifer and Vanessa he put out his arms widely and called for them, "Hey, girls! Give your uncle a hug!" Both girls hug him uncomfortably, their frowns hidden from everyone's views. As the embrace broke, they plastered on fake smiles and the trio disappeared as they talked, disappearing outside to get more grocery bags. Sayla took the opportunity to get the skinny on the accommodations, "So, aunt Dallas, where is everyone sleeping?" Dallas turned and took in the beautiful vision of her niece. Her pussy moistened with a glance at her toned young thighs, but resisted any urges. The Idol would take care of everything. "Well, your mom and dad are going to be in the guest house. Last time we left you and your sister out there we had problems. Jennifer and Vanessa will sleep together in Jennifer's room. And you and your sister are going to have to share Vanessa's room." Cammy and Sayla groaned in dissatisfaction and look at each other with disappointed faces. Cammy looked disapprovingly at her aunt, "Uhh, isn't it going to be cramped in there, the two of us?" Dallas shook her head, "No, there are still bunk beds." Bridgett interrupted her daughters and put a stop to Sayla and Cammy complaining, "Oh, kids, don't be ungrateful." She turned back to her sister, "I just feel bad you're kicking Vanessa out of her room." Dallas put up her hand, "Don't. It's no big deal." "Are your girls going to mind sleeping with each other?" Dallas grinned again, "No. Trust me. They won't mind a bit." She couldn't help but smile and Bridgett looks at her sister confused slightly. It was almost like there was a joke being told and she didn't get the punchline. "11:00pm" Sayla washed her face of make-up and brushed her teeth in the bathroom in preparation for bed. Looking down she saw a magazine in the rack by the toilet that did not look like all the Cosmo's and Lucky's in front of it. She reached down and pulled out a pornographic magazine -- and not just any porn but lesbian porn. "O. M. G.," Sayla whispered. Down the hall she heard somebody coming and she shoved the perverted magazine back in the rack. She wasn't going to judge but it seemed like whoever it belonged to could at least hide their porn better. "11:15pm" Sisters Cammy and Sayla were in Vanessa's room, with Cammy taking the top bunk in a typical sibling solution -- the older one goes on top. Vanessa's room hadn't changed much since the previous year and Sayla was a little surprised that she still had a bunk bed. There was something new though.. . A wooden statue of a woman, her body half draped in cloth and a single breast showing. It reminded her of something Greek or Roman, but regardless of its origin the statue was a thing of beauty. After the long drive everybody was pretty beat up and so the two of them switched into their summer nighties and said their goodnights. Cammie was ready for bed but Sayla couldn't sleep. The wooden statue just looked strange. She reached out and slid her finger along its length. Girls are sexy. Girls turn you on. Lesbian sex is hot. Puss- Sayla broke contact with the Idol and took a breath. There was a strange feeling creeping through her body, as if... Cammy interrupted her thoughts, "What are you doing down there?" Sayla cleared her throat, "Nothing, just thinking. Aunt Dallas and our cousins seem a little bit off, have you noticed?" "Yeah, but I really don't know why," Cammy agreed. "It's weird." Sayla hesitantly continued, "I feel kinda funny too, now that I think about it." "You're not sick or anything are you? Because I'll go sleep on the sofa." "No, I'm not sick. It's just... I can't really explain it." Sayla looked up at the Idol next to the bed and reached up and gently ran her finger down the length of it again. Images of women kissing filled her mind. Their breasts touching. Their pussies touching... Sayla took direction from her impulses, a voice in her head nudging her along. "Well, you want to see what I found in their bathroom?" Cammy answered sardonically, "I don't know. If it's gross, then no." "Well, then, fine, I won't show you." She knew the teasing tone would get her older sister to bite. Cammy relented quickly, "Come on! Show me! You brought it up." "Fine... Come on down here." Cammy climbed down the bunk bed as Sayla went to the bathroom and returned with a magazine that was clearly lesbian porn. Cammy laughed nervously, "What the fuck, Sayla!? Where did you find that?" "I told you, in the bathroom. I found it in the magazine rack with all the beauty magazines." Cammy took the magazine from her sister and looked through it, "Well it has to belong to one of them. Who do you think is going all lezbo on us?" Sayla feigned disappointment, "You know just because somebody likes girls doesn't make them a lesbian." Cammy looked at her sister puzzled. She paused, looks at the magazine, and looks at Sayla again. "Hey, little sis, you haven't been with a girl, have you?" "No! Never. But..." "But what?" "Well. It's embarrassing but when I looked at all those girls doing stuff with each other I was... you know, just wondering. Does that make me a freak?" Cammy sat on the bed Indian style across from her sister. "No, it's cool. I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I mean, I would never do anything like that but lots of girls at school do. It's cool. I'm just surprised is all." Cammy closes the magazine on her lap and awkwardly looked away. Her sister was staring at her strangely and she felt a combination of guilt for making her obviously confused sister feel bad, and discomfort from the odd conversation. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the Idol and Cammy wondered why she never noticed it before. It was pretty, but old and out of place in the room. For inexplicable reasons the older sister reached out and fidgeted with the Idol. Girls are sexy. Girls turn you on. Obey your cravings. Obey your lust. Cammy took a deep breath, a look of surprise on her face. She turned quickly back to her little sister, looked down at the magazine, then back at her sister. Sayla inched a little bit closer to her older sister. "So, IF you were to be with a girl, would you want it to be somebody older or younger?" Cammy bit her lip, "Younger. How about you?" "Older." Sayla looked her sister's face, wondering what was going through her mind. They both paused and smiled, afraid to make eye contact with each other. Instead both ended up looking down at the magazine covered in female flesh. Cammy took her turn at probing for information, "Would you want somebody experienced or somebody new?" Sayla thought about it, "Uhmmm, somebody new to it all, like me. I guess." Cammy was quick to reply, "Me too." They both smiled shyly again, glancing at each other and looking away. Sayla took a chance, running her fingers along her sister's silky thigh, "And somebody I know really, really well...." Cammy was breathing heavy, letting her fingers play with her sister's in a flirtatious way, "Yeah, me too." They were both now so close that their knees touched, staring into each other's eyes. Sayla pushed one more time, "And, if I liked it, somebody I could do it with all the time." They were mirror image, both leaning in very close, almost kissing. Cammy mimicked her younger sister, "All the time..." They both began kissing hard on the mouth. It was sudden and frisky. They embrace and fondled each other frantically, pulling their nighties off almost violently. Sayla pushed her big sister back and ground her whole body against Cammy. They maneuvered so that they could each hump the other's leg, kissing and making out like crazed maniacs. Cammy broke the kiss long enough from her sister to comment, "I can't we're doing this! You're my sister!" Sayla was panting, "I know. It's so wrong, but I can't stop. It's like I'm not in control of my body." Cammy grabbed her sister by the back of the neck and kisses her hard again. They broke their kiss once more and Sayla began sucking on her Cammy's ear and nibbling on her neck. "Oooh, you are getting me so hot, little sister," Cammy crooned. "We can't let mom and dad know..." Sayla licked her sister's nipples and worked her way down to Cammy's pussy. She smiled, asking devilishly in between flicks of her tongue, "Know what?" Cammy looked down in anticipation, "You know, they can't know what we're doing..." Sayla smiled seductively from between her sister's thighs, "You mean that their daughters are doing bad things with each other?" She paused, looked up, and then devoured Cammy's wet cunt. The older sister went crazy with lust, wrapping her legs around the younger. Sayla shoved her fingers into her older sibling's hole and smiled lustfully as she moaned in response, "You like that big sister?" Cammy barely got out an answer, "Oooohh.. Why does that turn me on so much?" "What? When I call you big sister?" Cammy moaned louder, "Fuuucckk, yes. This is so naughty. So wrong. God I'm gonna cum!" Sayla began finger banging her sister fast, emphasizing every vile word that would drive her sister crazy, "Do it, big sis. Cum all over your little sister's fingers. Cum knowing your slutty little incestuous sister is finger fucking your dripping wet cunt!" Cammy orgasmed almost violently. Her thighs squeezed hard together and soon she was a heap of pleasured female flesh. But the respite did not last long. Instead of being exhausted, Cammy felt energized, flipping Sayla over on her back and grinds against her as they kissed deeply. Their sex was extremely passionate, almost frantic, hurried. Never in her life had Cammy ever had a lesbian thought, and here she was in her cousin's bed having incestuous lesbian sex with her own sister. It was crazy! Her mind was flooded with images and words and thoughts that were not her own. But the feelings were definitely hers. The two sisters rubbed their pussies against each other, licked each other in a 69 position, and spent what seemed like hours touching and fingering and probing. Every time Sayla would cry out "I'm cumming, sis!" it sent a perverted thrill through Cammy's body and she felt the need to orgasm again. One sister kept feeding the other. Would their pleasure ever stop? Did she want it to? Jennifer stood in the doorway, the door open just a crack, watching and smiling. Her cousins were completely engrossed with each other. The Idol of Lesbos had done its job. Jennifer stepped back and disappeared into the dark. Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos Ch. 04 Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. Remember that the term 'teen' can refer to a person who is 18 or 19 years of age! This is the continuing saga of the Idol of Lesbos, which has been put to film by Margo Sullivan. I'm proud to say that my taboo story has succeeded in making headway into the adult industry. Enjoy a trip into my fantasy world! The Idol of Lesbos Part IV Day 15: Saturday The guest house in the back of the property was dark as Phillip and Bridgett lay in bed, his touch felt like manhandling and nothing was working for the married mother of two. Perhaps it was the long drive, perhaps it was the fact that they were not at home. She felt excited, but nothing seemed to be working as her husband tried to move his way on top of her. "Bridgett, what the hell is wrong with you?" he whispered. She looked away, "I don't know! Maybe I'm tired?" He climbed off of her frustrated, his stiff dick unserviced yet again. This was their vacation and they had a nice secluded place away from the prying ears of their daughters, and his wife chose this time to go frigid on him. "Whatever. I'm so fucking horny and you want to be a cold fish." "Hey! That's not fair! Honey, where are you going?" Phillip threw on his robe and walked down to the small kitchenette. "To get some water," he called back. "Go to sleep." The guest house was sizable and two people could be very comfortable for a long time here. He was secretly jealous, wishing he could have afforded the property his brother bought for his family. "Ex-brother-in-law," he reminded himself. He peered out the window at the property across the fence and noticed the lights were on in their bedroom. He saw a young woman, naked from the shoulders down at least, embraced in a passionate kiss. It was a reasonable distance away, but he could clearly make out a pair of arms around her, groping her ass and running across her back. His cock, still at half-mast from his near-interlude with his wife, went fully erect at the sight. As the woman turned, Phillips was startled to see it was another girl kissing her! His sister had lesbian neighbors! What a show! His hand reached into his robe and formed a fist around his penis, jerking off at the voyeuristic sight. They were both brunette and both had ample breasts that seemed to rub against each other in the window pane. One pushed the other over and they both disappeared from view, no doubt embracing under the bedroom window and out of view. He played with himself for another minute before he disappointingly concluded that show was over. Perhaps a cold shower was in order? It was going to be a long night. Day 16: Saturday Phillip was outside the next morning with Jennifer and Vanessa, loading his golf clubs into the back of his van. When his fresh morning moves were swatted away by his sleepy wife, he decided to get up and head to the main house to find some breakfast. Dallas was already awake making breakfast for her daughters while his were still asleep. Phillip turned to his tallish niece Jennifer, "Well, your Aunt Bridgett isn't up yet. You sure this is okay with her? I thought we were doing a family thing today." Jennifer smiled back at him, "No worries, Uncle Phillip. This is our present to you. Eighteen holes at the best golf course in the area." "You girls can't afford this-" Vanessa chimed, "Well, we all pitched in." "Yeah," Jennifer reassured him with a hug, "And you are totally worth it, Uncle Phillip. So stay out as late as you want. Besides, we're making today a girl thing." Vanessa giggled to herself at her sister's comment, but her uncle didn't pay it much attention, assuming that they had some inside joke that sisters often do. Phillip knew that something like this would piss off Bridgett in the worst way, but after leaving him high and dry last night and this morning he was feeling particularly vindictive. He shrugged and closed the hatch to the van, "I have the best nieces in the world. Tell your aunt to call me on the cell phone if she needs me." They each gave him one last hug before Phillip climbed into the van and programmed the address of the golf course into the GPS. The distance readout showed sixty-five miles away and the time en route was ninety five minutes. He opened the passenger window and called to Jennifer, "Hey Jen, is this the correct address?" Jennifer cocked her head to the side and walked up to the van, "It should be. Why?" "It's over an hour and a half away. That seems like a long way to go for golf. Isn't there a course your dad used to go to right up the way?" "Yeah, but everyone told me the one we reserved for you was the best around. Trust me, it will be worth it. Besides, we can't get a refund if you don't go." Phillip sighed. It was a long ass drive, but he didn't want their gift to go unappreciated. Waving to his nieces one more time, he drove out onto the street and made his way to the main road. If he pushed it, he would just barely make the tee-off time. The incestuous sisters looked at each other and smiled wickedly as their uncle drove away. Holding hands they walked back into the house and shut the door. ** ** Bridgett tried masturbating in the shower but somehow couldn't achieve an orgasm. The water danced on her body and tantalized her nipples as her fingertips moved quickly over her clit. It was no use, however. Nothing was getting her there -- not even her favorite movie star fantasy. She gave up, shut off the water, and dolled herself up for the day. Dallas mentioned something last night about an all-girl's day they were going to have, but wouldn't be specific other than to say she should dress lightly. So donning a pretty summer dress, Bridgett walked across the backyard and into the main house through the kitchen door. She was expecting Phillip and the rest of the girls to be in the dining room or kitchen but there was neither hide nor hair of anybody. Dallas' house was as still as a meadow. She called out, "Hello? Phillip? Dallas? Girls? Anybody?" Bridgett heard noises from the living room and made her way to the spacious room with vaulted ceilings. The TV was a flat screen that dwarfed their television at home. She stared at it mouth agape, but not because of its size. On the screen there were two women naked and shoving vibrators into each other. She could tell it was a DVD because the case was just discarded on the coffee table right along a stack of other lesbian DVDs. Bridgett looked around confused and disgusted, trying to figure out who would have left this filth on the television. She picked up the stack of DVDs and read through them... Best of Lesbians 4 hours, Carpet Munchers, Pussy Lickers, Dyking Out, Lipstick Lesbos, Toys No Boys, No Man's Land... She dropped them back on the table. "What the fuck? Dallas!" Her sister needed to know about this nonsense. Scanning the room, Bridgett failed to find any of the remote controls -- it was like somebody wanted her to find this playing but not shut it off. And she had a good idea who that was moments later. Vanessa walked around the corner wearing a T-Shirt that read "Pussy Whore" and cut-off jeans that were way, way too high up. Vanessa walked up with the remote controls in her hand, an innocent expression taped on her face, "Good morning, Aunt Bridgett. What's wrong?" Bridgett snapped the remote controls from her niece, "Vanessa, what the hell is all this shit? And what are you wearing?" Vanessa smiled, "You like it? Jennifer got it for me. Don't you think it makes me look sexy?" "Jennifer?" she stammered, "your sister bought that? For you? No! I don't like it. It's revolting. Listen, young lady. Is all this shit yours? I don't want my girls seeing this crap, so you clean up all your movies here and take off that shirt immediately." "Are you sure you don't want them seeing it? This movie is really hot. The girls are so attractive, and they have this one scene with a double dildo that gets me so wet." Bridgett was convinced she was either in the Twilight Zone or a really tasteless Candid Camera. Her niece --who she was sure had a boyfriend- was dressed like a whore and talking about lesbian porn like it was a prime time television show. It was so bizarre that she didn't see or hear Jennifer sneaking up behind. The older niece was the tallest one in the family (taking after her father) and used her long arms as leverage to grab her aunt's arm and bend it backward. Bridgett felt the younger woman grab her by the hair and pull her over to a chair, forcing her down on it. Bridgett screamed, "Fuck! Let go, Jennifer! Let go! I am telling your mother!" Jennifer grunted as she struggled to keep her aunt in check, "Sorry, Aunt Bridgett. We're not putting the movies away. In fact, we left them out just for you." Bridgett and Jennifer struggled for a few moments before Vanessa grabbed a frying pan and lifted it up in the air. She let it sail down to her aunt's head and for Bridgett the room went dark, the pang from the metal being the last sound she remembered before passing out. ** ** ** When Aunt Bridgett came to, she found herself tied up in the chair with a gag ball in her mouth (although she had no idea what to actually call it), her arms bound, and her legs tied so that they are spread open. Naked except for her bra and panties, Bridgett noticed that she was facing the TV with the lesbian video on. Another scene was playing and she had no idea if it was the same disk or not. How long had she been out for? The clock on the wall was just out of sight, but as she turned she could see Jennifer standing behind her, licking a vibrator in front of her aunt, purposefully getting it slick with her spit. "I have brand new batteries for you, Auntie Bridgett," Jennifer taunted evilly. "You will definitely like this toy." The blonde niece knelt down in between her secured thighs and pulled back on her panties. Bridgett screamed into the gag and flexed her thighs to get away, but it was no use. She was trussed up so well that she couldn't even move the chair. It was terrifying and terrible; her own niece was pulling her panties to the side and working the vibrator along her mound. She tickled Bridgett's clit before rubbing the sex toy up and down along her pussy lips. Soon it was being wound up into her channel and Bridgett cried in desperation as her demented niece violated her hole and shoved the vibrator into her. The curved end seemed to find her G-spot as Jennifer pulled her panties back over the end of the vibrator, holding it in place deep up in her. She was mortified as her hips seemed to move on their own, grinding as best they could while tied up, the incredible sexual pleasure conflicting with the disgusting act of lesbian rape at the hands of her own family member. All the while a perverted lesbian display moaned and wailed across the screen in front of her. "Let's leave you here to think about how you want your day to go, Auntie Bridgett." Jennifer kissed her aunt on the cheek before flicking her tongue across her earlobe. Bridgett was alone in the living room, scared to death as to what might happen as her body and mind fought for control. All last night and all this morning she desperately needed to orgasm, and here she was with her pussy on fire watching two girls dyke it out on the screen. One's tongue was buried up in the other's pussy as they both wiggled and writhed in pleasure. Bridgett fought to ignore the pleasure building but it was no use. An exceptional orgasm was manifesting deep inside her and the lack of control she had over stopping it seemed only to make matters worse, stretching out the experience, accumulating the sexual tension deep down. Helpless and strung to the chair, the orgasm ripped through her middle-aged body, causing her whole person to shake. But the vibrator was still deep up inside of her and Bridgett began to spasm and jerk almost painfully as the post-coital stimulation sent her practically into a seizure. Bridgett looked away from the screen and was crying now, her mascara dripping down the sides of her cheeks as the vibrator continued to buzz away up inside her juicy pussy. .. It was difficult to judge how long she remained like that.... Minutes? Seconds? Hours? All Bridgett knew was the vibrator was being pulled from her vagina by her niece Jennifer and turned off. She tried to catch her breath but it was difficult to breathe with the rubber ball in her mouth. She felt her drool escaping the corners of her lips and dripping down her chin to land on her thigh. In the meanwhile, Jennifer made her way behind her, rubbing her shoulders and massaging her flesh deeply. "So, Aunt Bridgett. You like watching lesbian porn?" Jennifer sounded demented as she whispered in her ear. Bridgett shook her head no. As she turned she could see Vanessa standing there looking as crazed as her sister. It didn't make sense. None of this made sense! How could Dallas' daughters have become this cruel and twisted? "Are you sure?" Jennifer teased, "I'll give you a choice. You can watch the lesbian porn or something else. You pick." Jennifer pulled the gag out of her aunt's mouth long enough for Bridgett to sputter out, "Not this. Anything else!" Jennifer then shoved the gag back in before her aunt's protests began. Jennifer smiled at Vanessa, "You heard her. She would watch ANYTHING else but this. Go get them." Jennifer turned the TV off as Vanessa disappeared out of view. Them? What was 'them'? Were they sex toys or some other type of porn that they would subject her to? And where was Phillip? Dallas? Her daughters? That last question was unfortunately answered as Vanessa led her cousins Cammy and Saylaa into the living room, each of them holding hands with the other as her daughters were presented in front of her. Bridgett knew something was wrong with them instantly. Both wore identical raunchy schoolgirl outfits with tight tops and short plaid skirts. Both her daughter wore white thigh-high stockings and high heeled shoes. Both had their hair in pigtails. Both stood there smiling and giggling, their hands clasped together as they waved their arms back and forth in a juvenile way. Jennifer circled around Saylaa and Cammy with a strange wooden statue in her hands. "I bet you're wondering why everyone is acting so strangely, aren't you? You see this, Auntie Bridgett? It is a very special statue. It speaks to me. It speaks to all of us. It shows us things. Tells us things. It whispers and pushes and suggests and forces and plays and taunts. We were just going to use it on you, but the idol wanted you to remain 'unaffected' for a little while. It wants you to see your daughters and how much happier they are now..." Jennifer slid the Idol of Lesbos seductively along Cammy's arm and then Saylaa's. They both shuddered with its touch, whatever unseen power that came from the statue sending forbidden thrills across their flesh. Jennifer teased her aunt further still, "Did you know your daughters are lesbians? It's true. I watched them licking each other all night long. I even 'sampled' my cute little cousins this morning. They both love the taste of pussy.... The touch of another girl...." While her tortuous words spilled off her tongue, Jennifer walked behind Cammy and reached around under her plaid skirt and into her panties, kissing and biting her neck as she did. Vanessa returned and mimicked her big sister by performing the same act on her cousin Saylaa. Bridgett's daughters moaned in pleasure as their cousins fondled them from behind. Bridgett shook her head violently back and forth and yelled through the gag for her daughters to stop. She never wanted anything like this for them. There were hypothetical questions every parent would ask such as 'what would you do if your child was gay?' But this wasn't about being gay. This was about her daughters engaged in perverse sex with their own family! Jennifer and Vanessa turned their cousins close to each other, face to face, breast to breast. Jennifer seductively whispered to them both, "Put on a show for your mother. Let her see what naughty little sluts you've become." Jennifer and Vanessa backed away and behind Bridgett's tied up form while Saylaa and Cammy swirled their tongues in each other's mouths and ground their thighs against each other. Saylaa looked right at her mother, "Watch us, mommy." Cammy joined in, "Yeah, watch us mom. Watch us while we do all sorts of naughty things to each other." Bridgett's screams were loud even when stoppered by the gag. She hopped fruitlessly the chair, struggling at the sight of her daughters French kissing. Cammy and Saylaa followed their cousin's directions for sure, putting on a show, seemingly getting off on how dirty they were acting. Behind her, Bridgett heard Vanessa talking in a worried voice to Jennifer, "Maybe we should use the Idol on her now." Jennifer dismissed her sister, "No. We have all day long. Besides, I'm enjoying this too much, showing her that we've turned her sweet daughters into a couple of incestuous dykes." Saylaa and Cammy slid to the ground, sat next to each other, legs spread in the direction of their mom, rubbing each other's pussies. Bridgett closed her eyes in desperation, wishing that it was some type of horrible nightmare. She turned her head as far as she could trying to avoid the sexual moans coming from her own daughters, but Jennifer grabbed her by the hair and pulled hard. Bridgett's eyes instinctively opened as Jennifer held her aunt's head forcefully in place. "I didn't say you could turn away, Auntie Bridgett! Watch them or you'll be sorry!" Jennifer sounded as if she meant it, so Bridgett looked straight ahead and observed her kids through tear filled eyes mutually masturbating each other. To make matters worse, Vanessa dropped to her knees at Bridgett's side and began manipulating the vibrator into Bridgett's panties once more this time rubbing her clit with it. Saylaa cooed, "Mommy, it feels soooo good being a lesbian. You'll want it too. I promise. It will feel better than anything you've ever experienced." "Yeah, mom," Cammy soothed, "we love it. We'll never want a boy ever again. Your little girls are pussy lickers now. Watch us!" Her daughters lapped each other to orgasm after orgasm while Jennifer and Vanessa forced Bridgett to observe every horrible moment. Her daughters and nieces were under some evil spell, held bound by this idol which made them do twisted things to each other. Although it didn't seem they were forced at all. No.... The idol seemed to force them to want lesbian sex with each other, which seemed a trivial distinction at this point. What mattered was her daughters were committing incest with each other and reveling in their dark behavior while Bridgett sat helpless. And it was happening again! Another orgasm! It couldn't be! No, no, no, no... Not while watching this... Not while watching her own daughters have sex with each other... But it was and it was shockingly powerful. Bridgett started to whimper and scream into the gag again, disgusted as the forced orgasm gave her pleasure. "Did that feel good, Aunt Bridgett?" Vanessa smiled. "Good. We have all day to do this..." ** ** ** It was dark as Phillip drove up in the cab to his sister's house. He had gone golfing, headed back to the house, and then decided to stop in at a strip club. The girls were smoking hot and it seemed the perfect way to round off a guy's solo day out. The lap dance was so good that he actually blew a load in his pants and was forced to clean up before it stained the front of his pants. Of course the alcohol was a bit much and --at the forceful request of one of the bouncers- Phillip took a cab home. He'd have to come up with some excuse to get the van by himself so his daughters or wife didn't find out where he had parked it, but consequences weren't big on his mind that evening. Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos Ch. 04 "Thanks for the ride!" he waved to the driver before trying to open the front door. It was locked. He rang the doorbell but nobody answered. Annoyed, Phillips stumbled around to the backyard and into the guest house to look for his wife Bridgett. "Bridgett?" he called out. "Honey? Kids? Helllooooo." Looking up in the bedroom he noticed a vibrator and magazine open there. The pages were opened to a picture of two girls locked in a sixty-nine. The sheets were a mess. Confused was putting it lightly as to how he felt. Phillip walked toward the main house and found the back door unlocked. Across the kitchen, hallway, and living room there were bras and panties, sex toys and lesbian videos, spotting the floor like a trail leading to the magical land of Sex Shop. His daughters Cammy and Saylaa approached their father from either side, startling him and greeting him cheerfully with simultaneous enthusiasm, "Hi, daddy!" After seeing naked women dance around for three hours at the strip club, it was a drunken disconnect to see his daughters wearing outfits that the girls at the club would wear. They are both still wearing their schoolgirl outfits, but their breasts were hanging out and their panties were off; their ass cheeks peeking out from underneath the skirt fabric as they walked. They grabbed him by the arm and pull him along. Phillip slurred a handful of questions at them, "Girls? What the devil is going on here? What are you wearing?" Cammy patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, daddy. It will all make sense in a few minutes." There were four more hands on Phillip as he found himself pushed into a chair in the living room. Before he could shake himself into any sense of soberness, Phillip found himself trussed to the chair with leather straps. He finally sees that it is Jennifer and Vanessa who have helped tie him up; they are wearing black garter belts and stockings with black high heels. They swarm over the drunken Phillip with the help his daughters until he is snuggly secured with no chance of escape. As he looked around the living room, Phillip notices the TV is on and has a lesbian film playing. There are magazines all over the place. Lesbian magazines. Dildos and vibrators are all over the sofa and floor. The coffee table has countless candles lit all over it and in the center of them is a wooden idol set up like a shrine. His daughters and nieces stand lined up to his right beside him like little soldiers, except for the fact that they are wearing risqué' outfits. The ball gag in his mouth made it impossible for him to correct any of them. All seemed to be smiling except Jennifer who gave him a nasty snarl. From the hallway, Dallas walked into the living room wearing a sexy leather outfit, all black. Between her legs is a thick, black, strap-on dildo that dangles low along her thighs. A leash hung in her hands and found the end of itself attached to her sister Bridgett in tow. Phillip grunted into the rubber ball as he notices his wife wearing a sexy white garter and white stockings. She is bound around the hands where the leash terminates. Bridgett looked tired and despondent, broken almost. Her eye make-up was a mess and her lipstick smeared as she stumbled behind Dallas. Dallas looked hot. Phillip didn't understand what was going on but he did notice immediately an aire of confidence surrounding his sister. She towed Bridgett to an ottoman that was positioned only a few feet away from him and pushed her sister to her knees. Bridgett collapse on the ottoman, her ass sticking out, unprotected by any panties. Dallas looked at her pathetic brother who sat helpless in the same chair where is wife once sat. "We knew there was no way to keep this all a secret, so we had to keep her fresh for you so you would know what you are up against." What the hell was this crazy bitch talking about? Phillip was still half-convinced that everything he was witnessing was actually an alcohol induced dream. Dallas turned to Bridgett, "Tell me, sister... How do you feel about lesbians?" Bridgett said nothing for a moment, then --collecting her courage from the presence of her husband- blurted out, "I think they're disgusting. I think you are all disgusting! What have you done to my daughters? You are all insane!!!" Jennifer broke ranks and stole the Idol from the center of the table, placing it in Bridgett's hands. Then smiling wickedly at her uncle said, "Watch this, Uncle Phillip." As soon as Bridgett touched the idol her hands, her grip tightened around it and her angry face melted away, replaced with sexual arousal that ran deep through her. She gasped and closed her eyes. Oh, it did speak to them. Yes... Bridgett could hear the voice, sweet and feminine, yet controlling and powerful. 'Women are beautiful.' 'Women are sexy.' 'Lick your sister.' 'Pussy is everything.' 'Pleasure is all.' 'Lesbian sex is all that matters.' Bridgett waved her ass back and forth with her eyes clenched shut, biting her lower lip, breathing heavy. She stammered, "What-!? Oh! Mmmmmm, fuck, what's happening? Ohhh, I'm so turned on right now..." Dallas repeated, "So, let's try this again, little sister. How do you feel about lesbians?" Bridgett groaned sexually, "Lesbian sex is bad... and it makes me feel sooo naughty." She wiggled her ass around more, trying to stimulate her own pussy. Dallas knelt behind her and asked, "Tell me. If you had your choice, would you rather have a man or a woman fuck you?" Bridgett moaned, "Oooh, please don't make me say it." Dallas spanked her sister's ass, and more dominating now, started rubbing Bridgett's pussy from behind, "Tell me, sis! Tell your sweet husband. Do you want a man? Or a woman?" Bridgett snapped her head back and looked at her sister, "A woman! Definitely a woman. Just fuck me, please!!!" Dallas put the strap-on dildo against her sister's cunt and slowly worked it in. Phillip watched helplessly, pulling at the straps to no avail as Bridgett begged for more of the dildo's length. Her big sister Dallas pushed it half way into her and then stopped. "Tell me, Bridgett. Look at your husband's cock over there. Do you want that dick? Do you want to fuck your own husband? I'll let you go now if you want. Just tell me you want him back." Bridgett looked at Phillip and screamed out, "NO! I never want to fuck a man again. Just women! His little cock is pathetic and useless. I just want you to lick me and touch me and fuck me with that big black dildo." Dallas shoved the remaining length into her sister's cunt and watched Bridgett melt into a pool of pleasure. Slow at first, Bridgett clung to the Idol of Lesbos and begged for more as the spirit within fed her libido with lesbian thoughts and images from centuries. Dallas found herself quickly fucking her sister hard, pulling her hair and riding her in front of everybody. She slowed for a second to talk to her brother, to claim her territory. "You see, Phillip? She married you, but she belongs to me now...." And then rode her long and hard. The orgasms came one after another. Unlike the ones from earlier, Bridgett found herself desperate to experience them more and with greater energy. While Dallas converted her sister Bridgett, Cammy, Saylaa, Vanessa, and Jennifer all sit down on the sofa and masturbated watching the last woman in the family get converted into a lesbian. Sister paired with sister, shoving their fingers into each other's twats and teasing their pussies endlessly. Phillip pulled at the straps to no avail to try to get away but he couldn't. His gaze drifted about the sapphic display around him: his nieces, his daughters, and then back at his wife as she orgasmed once again. Bridgett screamed out, "I'm a lesbian whore! I'm your lesbian whore! I'm cumming Dallas!" It dawned on Phillip that never in his life had he ever brought her such pleasure and the jealousy burned within him. Dallas pulled the dildo out of her sister and untied her hands. She pried the Idol from her fingers and placed it back in the center of the table. She then guided Bridgett to the sofa and had her sit between her daughters. Cammy was smiling as she ran her hands over Bridgett's tits, "Good job, mommy!" Saylaa also took to touching her mother, "Oh mom, you looked so sexy getting fucked by Aunt Dallas. I'm so glad you are lesbian now. I've been waiting all day to touch you..." Bridgett took turns kissing her daughters as they rubbed their breasts against hers. Vanessa then took the position she was so used to before the visit and got between her Aunt Bridgett's legs. The sweet taste of her cunt was invigorating as she lapped at her wet pussy. Jennifer grabbed Dallas and begged her mother to fuck her with the strap-on which Dallas enthusiatically complied with. Jennifer, "Fuck me! Fuck your slutty daughter. More! More! More!!" Bridgett climbed between her daughter Saylaa's legs and licked her and fingered her simultaneously. Her first real taste of pussy and she was so happy it was her daughter's sweet young cunt. She looked up, "You like mommy doing that, sweetheart?" Saylaa groaned, "It feels sooo good, mom! Make me your bad girl! More, mommy! More! Oh, I'm gonna cum, mommy. I'm cumming! Cumming, mommy!!" Dallas jealously eyed the orgasm of Saylaa and pulled out of Jennifer's stretched out hole. "I think it's time I sampled my sweet incestuous nieces." Saylaa and Cammy took turns being serviced by their aunt while Jennifer and Vanessa returned to their Aunt Bridgett, this time finding her to be a more willing subject. The lesbian orgy swapped and spun and continued while Phillip sat helplessly struggling in his chair, his head dizzy with alcohol and a lack of oxygen. His breathing was ragged and quick. The room was spinning. The lights were dimming. As he slipped into darkness, the orgy continued. ** ** ** He awoke with the straps unfastened and the room empty. Sexual noises pervaded the house subtly, however, coming from every direction. Phillip looked at the clock and saw that it was three AM. Stumbling, he tried to get his bearings straight, his mind still dizzy from what he had witnessed. Down the hallway he bumped, finding the door to Jennifer's room and opening it quietly. The room was plastered in pictures of girls kissing and touching. If this had been a mystery room, he would have said it was a college boy's frat house. But it wasn't -- it was his niece's room. There on the bed was Jennifer and Vanessa kissing as the ground their pussies against each other, their clits rubbing and their breasts sliding against each other. He closed the door before they noticed his presence and moved to Vanessa's room. Opening the door, he found his daughter Cammy fucking Saylaa with the strap-on dildo. Cammy was pulling Saylaa's hair and shouting at her, "Say it, bitch! Tell me you love it, little sister! Say it again!" His daughter Saylaa screamed in response as she orgasmed, "I love incest! I love incest! I LOVE INCEST!" Cammy looked up at her father without an ounce of surprise, barely slowing down her pistoning of the dildo in and out of her sister's hole. "I'm sorry daddy! We just can't stop... Lesbian sex is soooo good and soooo hot... And my little sister needs to learn how FUCKING! GOOD! IT! IS!" With each word she shoved the black strap-on dildo into his youngest daughter's pussy, making her cry in delight. "I'm sorry, daddy..." Saylaa whimpered. "It just feels too good to stop..." Phillip frowned, shook his head, and closed that door as well. Moving to the master bedroom, he saw the room was dark except for the flicker from the television. Dallas was passed out on the bed with a vibrator discarded near her pussy. Bridgett was lying next to her, her eyes wide open as she watched a lesbian porn on the TV. Her fingers were furiously rubbing her pussy while she grasped the Idol of Lesbos in the other hand. Her eyes were bloodshot and her mascara had wrecked her face. Her eyes look puffy from fatigue but wide open. Bridgett was speaking softly to herself, almost robotically, "I love pussy. I am a lesbian. I love pussy. I am a lesbian..." Phillip snuck into the room and shook her to get her attention, but she wouldn't break from the spell. Whispering into her ear, he tried to reach his wife, "Honey, wake up. Stop this, come on... Let's get the girls and get out of here." He pried the idol from her hands, but she continued in her trance. Bridgett moaned she continued to masturbate, reaching another uncountable climax, "I want a woman. Never a man. I want a woman. Never a man...." Phillip frowned and shook his head and walked out of the room with the idol in his hand. It was real. The whole thing was real. His wife was lost. His daughters were lost. Whatever semblance of a family they had was lost. Even if the spell could be broken, this would forever mar them. And that was a big 'if'. Whatever this idol was, it had destroyed them all. Not that the women would notice... They would most likely continue as they were; licking and sucking and fucking and fingering and rubbing. Phillip found himself wandering his's neighborhood, not sure where he was going or what to do. He walked for miles before screaming in a fit of rage. "FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He took the idol and whipped it through the air, the wooden figure sailing across the sky and into nowhere. The father of none and husband of nobody continued to walk until a contractor vehicle rounded the corner and sped along the street, no doubt expecting the streets and sidewalks to be abandoned at that early morning hour. Phillip waited till the last moment before stepping off the curb and in front of the fast moving truck. ** ** ** There she laid, undamaged and unloved, the grass tickling her hard exterior. The sun had been up for a while and warmed the air, bringing a new day and new possibilities. The sidewalk was near, as was a mailbox post. A woman's legs approached. Soft legs. Curvy legs. Legs that reached up to that succulent mound hidden beneath those restrictive clothes. She willed the legs to come nearer, willed her eyes to peer down upon her. Willed her soft skin and long nails to reach out and touch her. Yes, come closer. Closer. Pick me up... Pick me up... The End