The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I let out a slow relaxed sigh as I settle onto the wooden bench and look down into the stars. A lot of people like to look up at the sky and enjoy the contrast of the stars with their surrounding void, but to me nothing makes the stars quite as pretty as being reflected in the water. There’s something about making those points of light dance and wiggle with the gentle movements of the water in the gentle night breeze that feels... special to me. It’s the sort of thing that doesn’t really have any good explanation.

It just is.

Thinking about it though, this place has always been special to me. Whenever I need to go some place and unwind, I come here. There isn’t much: some trees, a couple benches, a path... and, of course, the lake. That’s really all it needs.

Growing up out in the country and moving to more of a city like place was always a little tricky for me to wrap my head around. Where I came from you never really felt very far away from the rest of nature. Any direction you turned, you saw trees, and big ones. If you didn’t, you just had to walk five feet. People were the invaders there, not nature.

Here, even just in the burbs, it’s easy for it to feel the other way around. There are noisy, loud, constantly expanding people everywhere. I like other people just fine... for the most part, I guess. I’m sort of that girl that likes to sit off to herself with a good book. I don’t dislike other people, I just don’t really understand how I’m supposed to fit in with them. Using what I’ve learned with books doesn’t work. But in nature, all I have to do is just appreciate it.

Nature never asks anything of me, like to put on a stupid costume and go to some stupid party. Nature never says they’re sick of dealing with you and your antisocial bullshit in public surrounded by what few friends you have. Nature is just calm, quiet, serene...

Nature understands, even if it doesn’t say anything. It doesn’t really need to. It just... is. Sometimes there’s more in what you don’t say, than in what you do say.

This park, and it almost feels too small to call it a park and not a spot of wetland the city isn’t allowed to fill in and zone for a 7-Eleven or something, is like a little piece of nature invading on civilization. Just past the lake are some trees, but beyond that are tall buildings made of unfriendly looking materials. None of that makes it into here. This is a little sanctuary of the world without that unfriendly overcrowded feeling.

Here, it doesn’t matter that someone decided to make October 31st a day called “Halloween”. Heck, here it doesn’t even matter that it’s October. The word doesn’t mean anything to the trees. Time changes.

They remain.

I sigh and lean back on the bench, letting my eyes fall shut. It feels nice to be here. The smell of the lake, the gentle sounds of the water... The trees... All of it is such a lovely combination. I feel safe here, even without a book. I should probably be a little bit more apprehensive about letting my guard down like this in public, but that just isn’t a thing in a small town like where I came from. It’s hard to dissociate the similar feelings.

Probably helps that I haven’t really tried. I don’t want to. It feels like the only kind of innocence that I want to keep. The rest just keep getting in the way.

Finally the long, long day starts to feel like it’s less weighing me down, and more behind me. It probably won’t matter as much tomorrow as I’m afraid of today. I’ll probably find some way to make it like today never even happened. It’ll be nice. The status quo is often described as a bad thing, but it’s... familiar.

Nature doesn’t mind things working themselves out to stay more or less the same. Trees stay still. Rivers flow on. The seasons change things up, but in a way you could hardly call breaking up the pattern.

What I wouldn’t give to be like that. To be a force of, or even just part of nature just sounds so... alluring. So appealing. The days would pass, expectations wouldn’t change...

I could deal with the slow gradual ones of the seasons.

“Oh. I do hope we didn’t disturb you... You were so quiet, we didn’t even see that you were there.” A woman’s voice cuts through the reverie of my uselessly self indulgent thoughts. It’s too soft and quiet a voice to feel jarring or off-putting, so I can take my time stretching and shifting to look in her direction.

I almost feel like I’ve taken a nap, so my eyes don’t want to open too fast anyway and my voice sounds sleepy. Hopefully she won’t think I live here or something, my clothes should be too clean for that.

“Nnn... No, no, it’s not a problem. I was just trying to relax... Stressful day, you know?” I smile apologetically, shifting to sit up a little straighter. What I thought was one woman, is actually three. There aren’t a lot of fallen leaves on the trail, so I can imagine someone trying to be respectfully quiet avoiding crunching their way down to here, but... not noticing three people? This feels like a new level of oblivious.

They aren’t very usual looking women, but that’s not a bad thing. It isn’t that they’re in weird costumes or anything like that, either. They’re dressed more normally than that, but different. It’s hard to put my finger on just what makes them feel... so... different.

Maybe its the way that they’re a perfect set of blonde, brunette, and redhead. Maybe it’s in the way that the blonde and the redhead look nearly identical, with the same skin that reflects the pale light like nothing I’ve ever seen. They have the same full lips, the same eyes... their hair is even styled the same, falling in elegant ringlets. The only difference is the color.

The brunette smiles, her eyes seeming to glimmer in the dim light as though to make up for how dark her raven hair is. As soon as she speaks, I know she’s the one I heard before. “I’m glad... I hadn’t wanted to disturb anyone. We came here just to... get away from the world for a time.”

Is she their mother? She has similar skin, with a quality to it I don’t think I’ve ever read a book describe in all my life, but that isn’t really compelling. Her lips are pouty in a romantic way, but that’s just as inconclusive. Something about her looks bit definitively the same... and yet compellingly different. There’s some quality that makes her seem like even if they aren’t her children by blood, they definitely look up to her as a mother.

Maybe she doesn’t even know it, but secretly they even call her mother behind her back. This is a weird train of thought to find myself boarding looking at women I’ve never met, but I’m a bit weird.

“That’s why I’m here, too. Sometimes it’s nice to just get away from everything and pretend that life is a bit more... simple than it really is.” I smile, and scoot over on the bench. I might be a reclusive bookworm, but I’m not impolite. “If you’d like to take a seat, there’s plenty of room.”

The redheaded girl (woman, really, both her and her doppelganger have to be at least in their early twenties but that odd porcelain doll like quality to them really screams younger) smiles as she sits at the end of the bench. “Thank you very much. We’ve been out all night, and the chance to sit down rest my legs sounds... lovely.”

“You’re welcome! It’s really nothing... The three of you seem polite, I’m sure you’d offer me a seat all the same.” My voice following hers feels odd, like it lacks a certain quality hers possesses in abundance.

She sounds so much like the brunette, but there’s a subtle youthful difference. Whatever odd inflection or accent she has, I’m betting they all do. Something about it almost seems otherworldly, but only in the way that makes you want to hear it more. I’ve lived in the burbs for a good ten years now, but I’m still not the most familiar with the rest of the world in many ways. They’re probably from some exotic place.

Exotic. That word so perfectly describes their preternatural pallor, and the way that the starlight seems to get caught in their eyes almost as enchantingly as in the pond. Maybe I’m just in a bit more fanciful of a mood tonight. It is a special night, even if I don’t want to acknowledge it.

The blonde sits on my other side, closer than her sister. It isn’t an uncomfortable closeness. I almost offer her my jacket. She doesn’t feel particularly warm, even from this brief distance I should be able to feel a more of her body heat.

None of them look uncomfortable though, so there is that at least.

“We would, but that it should be expected does not mean that your politeness should go without remark. Not everyone would, and even if they did, would it be no more rude for us to ignore it than for you to not offer it?” She sounds just like her sister. They have to be. Maybe they’re twins?

Maybe that’s part of what makes them seem so exotic. Besides red or gold topping them off, they look entirely too much the same. Entirely too perfect. Their mother looks different, but it’s in a subtle way. She looks like them, but older, yet... If they look frozen in their early twenties, something about her looks frozen in that ‘motherly’ place somewhere in her thirties or forties yet just as removed from it.

It’s not like I’ve seen them before tonight, but their presence is just so... striking. It begs examining, and attention. I don’t think I’d be able to see them and just let their presence pass by unnoticed. I’m not entirely sure that anyone could.

Their mother steps closer, and delicately slides her long, pale fingers through the hair of her redheaded daughter. Something about how simple yet sweet the gesture is makes me smile. She moves her hand with such a delicate skillful grace that she manages to not make any of the ringlets on either side of her daughter’s face bounce or fall out of place. It looks like something she’s done a million times before, but it’s still special.

I smile a little more, and turn shyly back to the lake. Their presence really doesn’t feel like an interruption in the best way possible. Somehow it almost feels like having them here makes this place feel more like what it is to me. They seem to feel the same way, but asking them would break the spell.

“This is a lovely lake... Removed from the rest of the world, isolated from all of those things that can make a day so trying... but you’re out here all alone so late?” Their mother speaks, but her tone feels a little different from before. Maybe it has to do with watching the effortless navigation of her fingers through her daughter’s hair, but her tone sounds almost maternal. It’s warm, and inviting, but with a sweet edge of wanting more for me and offering more without needing to express it.

It’s a nice feeling. I’m a little old to need mothering, but well... is anyone ever really too old to appreciate the feeling of someone wanting to dote on them? I don’t mean a motherly tone that scolds or hints of disappointment, but the idealized kind. This is the kind that means it when she says her love is unconditional.

Little things can go so far, especially when they feel foreign or like a thing from a dream.

It still doesn’t stop my cheeks from warming up, but that’s an acceptable consequence. “I feel safe here... Maybe even when I really shouldn’t. Here it just feels like everything slows down, and I can just let myself... be.”

“That’s very beautiful.” Her blonde daughter’s voice is so warm I can feel the smile. Even if she must be so cold, she sounds as warm as a tiny huggable sun. “Everything too fast for you elsewhere?”

“More... I’m too fast for me elsewhere. At least, that’s how it feels? I can get lost in my head just thinking the same thoughts over and over, but... I like enjoying that? I like enjoying a moment where I can just let myself drift and everything won’t fall apart.” My smile falls as I speak. I don’t mean for it to happen, but I only notice it’s happened too late to make the attempt to smile more scream anything but forced. “People move so fast. Life moves so fast. Here, it doesn’t. And at night... It’s even easier to feel that.”

Maybe I’m being too honest, but there’s something about a stranger that can make it feel safer to open up when they feel kind as these. I’ll probably never see them again. What’s the harm in confessing that I feel so desperately out of place anywhere else? They won’t judge me, or tell anyone else.

Though I guess anyone else would just know. The stars flicker in their watery reflection, and I let out a quiet sigh. If I fit in, I’d be off at a party right now, dressed like an idiot but fitting in.

“I think you move just fast enough. There’s something to be said for living in the moment, but not requiring that moment to pass by so quickly. There’s no time but the present, but that doesn’t mean you need to rush to the next ‘present’ all that quickly. I think... Mmm...” The redhead’s eyes flutter in time with the movement of her mother’s hand, and for some reason it makes me blush like I’m watching something more private or intimate than I have any right to. “That... Sorry... That you’re of the right idea about all this. The three of us are much the same.”

Her voice sounds almost tired, like mine when they first arrived, but not quite. There’s a languidness to it, as slow and savoring as her sister’s bright warmth, but it isn’t a mirror that makes it unpleasant. If anything it drives her point home.

They understand.

It would sound like just a line, were it not the way that she articulated it. She didn’t just agree. She expressed the underlying meaning. She defined her feelings. Something about that feels... nice.

Nice is so simple a word, but sometimes things are simple.

“Thank you...” I pause, and bite my lip for just a moment as I look from the lake, to the blonde at my right, and the other two at my left. “I just realized that I never asked your names, or told you mine. If we’re going to be talking for awhile it might be best to know each other a little bit better. My name is Megan.”

“Elyse.” The blonde smiles, giving a little nod.

“Imogen.” Her redheaded sister smiles, her eyes closing with a slow sigh as the words pass from her lovely pink lips.

Their mother takes a moment to reply, seeming absorbed in the task of petting through her daughter’s hair. There’s a serenity in her gaze that I’ve never seen in anyone else’s eyes. When they meet mine, I feel somehow quieter for it, like that tranquility is more than just inside of her. It’s a quality she can stretch out, extend.

Offer.

Just like opening up to them with my words, it feels impossible not to open up to this gesture. Just like her sweetly offering voice with such kind feelings, it feels like... somehow this gaze, is an embrace too private and too precious to be visible. She’s holding me in her gaze, and it feels beautiful.

“My name is Hypatia, Megan. You have a very gorgeous name, you know. Some might think it plain, but I think you give it a special little ring. Something extra.” She smiles more, in a slow way as though to let me see the process. It holds a subtle thrill, maybe even the same thrill she’s sharing with her fingers in that sea of red. “You do it justice, Megan. I’m happy I could meet such a lovely exemplar of her name on such a pleasant night.”

“Th-thank you, Hypatia. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman with that name before... I mean, I’ve heard of the Alexandrian Philosopher, but... I’ve never met her.” My cheeks burn so hot I’d swear that Elyse’s voice was blowing across them. “...Obviously. I’m not nearly that old...”

Hypatia simply smiles in that warm way that feels so enveloping. She doesn’t laugh or chide me about my silly phrasing or my odd thoughts. She just smiles.

Are they Greek? Could that be why they seem so different? I confess I don’t have any concept of what a Greek accent would sound like. I’ve always seen and read that Greek people are supposed to have statuesque figures. These women could all pass for statues, but... are Greek women so pale? They aren’t just pale, either. They almost look like their skin shimmers with the starlight.

It’s magical.

“You may not be that old, Megan, but you are an old soul.” Elyse wraps an arm around my shoulder, using the grasp to pull me back against her. It’s a firm motion, but it doesn’t feel unwelcome in its forcefulness. There’s no place my bare skin touches hers between my jacket and her own, but somehow I can still feel that she’s so cold. “And it’s a beautiful thing to be... An old soul. You’ve been around more than once. Seen more than just the things you’ve seen as Megan. That makes you all the more... lovely.”

Hypatia looks down to Imogen, and I take the moment to gaze again into the depths of the lake as my cheeks burn brighter. Elyse leans so close, I can feel more of her than maybe I should. I’ve never really thought about another woman like this, but I’m not pulling away as she pulls me into her breasts. They aren’t overly impressive, but that isn’t the point. They’re yielding, they’re hers, and her sisters are just the same...

Without even realizing it, my gaze has drifted from the lake to Imogen’s breasts. She’s dressed just the same as her sister, that same jacket, and the same tastefully dipping neckline to her top showing off so much of that gorgeous skin.

I flush more as her breasts move closer, followed by the rest of Imogen’s body as she moves to mirror her sister’s hold with her hand resting atop my other shoulder. She feels just as cold as her sister somehow. Yet another way in which they’re so perfectly identical. Just the color of their hair, and their names. It seems impossible that there could be two of such a beautiful woman, but here they are.

Holding me.

Sandwiching me between them.

Their mother watches me, with a pleased smile as she steps behind me to where I need to crane my neck back to look up to her. Her other hand rests itself in Elyse’s hair, and soon her blonde daughter is making delighted, blissful mewling sounds as she nuzzles into my shoulder.

This is all so... intimate. Personal. I feel like I’m sharing a private moment... but I don’t want to pull away. I can’t pull away. When I try, I just feel heavy and leaden. Somehow, it’s hard to care.

This is right where I want to be. I’m with three beautiful women, here on the lake... but time still feels like it’s moving just as slow as if I were alone.

No.

No, that’s not right. It feels slower. Whatever timelessness they share, they’re sharing with me. I’m moving along even slower for having them so close, so near, so... I don’t even have words. Imogen rests her head on my shoulder, a mirror of Elyse’s, and it’s so impossible to hold back a mewl. I don’t even try.

“You both feel so... soft. If you’re cold... I’d offer you my jacket, but I can’t split it in half or wrap it around both of you.. I wish I could warm you up, you’re both being so sweet to me...” I sigh, and let my eyes flutter shut just like they were when they first found me. “S-sorry, I mean all three of you. I didn’t mean to exclude you, Hypatia, it’s just your daughters hugging me like this feels so... not dreamy, but like I’m actually in a daydream.”

Maybe that’s what the word means, but it doesn’t get across quite enough on it’s own. It isn’t like like it, it is...? It’s hard to put it into words when it feels so good.

Nails tenderly slide through my hair, and my lips tremble open on their own at the divine sensation that spreads out across my scalp. My voice sounds almost erotic, or at least erotic enough to make my cheeks burn anew.

Imogen and Elyse feel warmer against me, or... no, I think I’ve just adapted. When I move my arms to carefully reach to pull them both closer, they still feel just as cool to my hands.

“Don’t worry about a thing, Megan. You haven’t done anything wrong. It’s quite natural for my girls to distract you so... Though... They aren’t my daughters.” Her voice sounds so understanding and kind. I let my head go limp on my neck, just letting her direct where it goes as her nails press and tease.

Wait... did she say...

Maybe they’ve slowed me down even further than they already are. Everything feels like I’m reaching an understanding of reality a moment or three later than I experience it, like the movement of both of Hypatia’s hands in my hair, or the bodies of Imogen and Elyse squirming and shifting closer to me.

“Well... perhaps that would be unfair to them. I certainly love them as though they were my own daughters. And I’ve certainly made them sisters...” Hypatia’s fingers slow, just as her daughters’ hands rest atop my thighs only right above my knees. So cold... but it still feels so nice.

It even feels nice when they start to move their hands in time with Hypatia’s. Not in the same pattern as her, of course, but... the same pattern as eachother. They’re perfect mirrors...

“How do you... make someone... sisters...?”

My voice sounds and feels just like Imogen’s when Hypatia’s fingers were in her hair. I wish I had hair as gorgeous as hers. My own is so plain, a mid tone brown that I can’t make grow further than the base of my neck. Instead of curls, its all straight as a rail.

That would make for a nice dream, or a nice way to make this one even sweeter. This is such a perfect dream already. It isn’t over too quick, and I’m sharing it with so much loveliness.

“You raise them together, for one... But I did say that I wasn’t their mother, didn’t I? Which, again, my precious little dolls, I again apologize for... You are every bit my little girls, after all...” She talks to them with such a loving croon as though they were still small enough for her to hold in an arm each.

They don’t mind.

From the way their fingers tremble against my thighs as they move ever higher, I think they love it. I love it too in such a breathless, wordless way.

My skirt was long enough to rest almost over the top of my shoes, but Imogen and Elyse’s fingers keep pressing it higher, and higher. It’s moving so slow, but I can feel every slight sensation as it starts to bunch up.

I don’t want them to stop.

I don’t know why they’re doing this, but I don’t want this... any of this... to ever stop.

“But I’m sorry, Megan... I don’t mean to evade your query. I am being so cryptic, but I suppose it’s just become part of my nature.” Her fingers stop, but I still feel so blissed and sleepy as her lips press to the top of my head.

She steps closer, a leaf crunching under her foot just loud enough for me to hear. She lifts my head, resting it against her body as her fingers start to tease strands of my hair away from my neck.

Her delicate nails keep teasing from below my ears to my shoulders, drawing out moans even as it makes my neck arch all on its own. I can’t keep my lips together, and that isn’t helped by the sisters cool hands on my bare skin, moving my skirt up so high it barely pools over my panties.

“I met my dears when they were so close to your age, you see. They looked so much different then. They were so much more... lonely then.” Hypatia leans close, and presses her lips to my forehead.

The touch only lasts a moment, but it feels so meaningful.

“But I shared with them my special kiss. And before you ask... no, not the kiss I just shared with you. One far more... eternal. I drew from them all that troubled them, and gave them in return my love. Perhaps, one could say they were reborn as my daughters, as my love coursed through them, and made them a thing like me... Never to age, never to weaken, always to continue... In a world that moves so quick, and nothing stays the same, or still, for long.”

She... she understands.

The sisters... no... the twins... their fingers are everywhere along my thighs. How they move as one, yet mirrored... I don’t understand, but I love it. I keep feeling warmer, slicker... runnier, like I’m turning warm and mushy.

When their tongues, as cool as their fingers, trace along both sides of my neck at once, it feels so good. Were I not half-asleep in this dream my weak mewl would be a scream.

Their lips do things to my neck, kissing, suckling, that I’ve never imagined lips could do. They have such precise control over their touches, and they’re both so.. so completely focused on me. They’re savoring me with that same viscous time that I feel enveloped in.

Me... they’re focused on me, not on the pleasure of the moment.

It’s just as intense, and it’s not any more rushed. It’s just... As they play my neck like a musical instrument, suckling, blowing, nibbling... Making sounds I’ve never heard come from my own lips... I can feel this is for my benefit, and it makes me feel even more liquid. I want them to drown in me, or drink me up. I want to give them back, but all I can do is arch to their hands, and try to moan my pleasure for them to hear.

“I could share this kiss with you, Megan. My girls... my daughters... sense in you a kindred spirit. You are not the first we have visited alone tonight, but you are the first that we have wished to keep with us. The first we feel the longing to keep forever young.”

Hypatia’s voice is so gorgeous. Not only does it hold me like it never wants to let go, but it does so without expectation, or anticipation. It’s the love of a mother, giving, offering more, and expecting nothing back.

Only hoping for happiness, for love...

Imogen...or Elyse, I can’t tell who speaks first, but they both kiss to my ears, their hands cupping the molten river between my legs as they whisper in such perfect beautiful unison. “Be with us... Be ours... Let us be yours... Let her keep you here, away from the things you run to be free from, away from time, from worry, held in love...”

It’s more than I can take. Tears are running down my cheeks as I look as much to the twins as I can. It isn’t much, but it’s enough that I know they can feel it if not through the movements of my head then through the trembling of my hips.

Never felt so slick, so wet, like I could just let everything drip and flow away.

“P-please... Hypatia... Imogen... Elyse... Take me with you... Keep me with you...” I close my eyes, feeling the hot tears burn their way down my cheeks.

It’s only a moment, and yet an eternity before I feel Hypatia’s hands cupping my cheeks. Her body straddles mine, held tight between the bodies of her lovely dolls, of her girls. I open my eyes, and look into the depths of her eyes.

“Then let us drink from you... and then, you will drink from me...”

I nod an eternity later. My neck shudders with the effort, and I shake even more as Hypatia effortlessly tears my panties away. She doesn’t just pull them aside, she just... rips them away, cloth ruined like it was wrapping made of wax paper.

She slides down my body with the same grace she always moves, but it seems infinitely quicker. One moment her lips are flush with mine, and the next they are again, just a much wetter pair.

I moan, and then whine as I feel her kiss me harder, deeper...

Something pierces, penetrates, but not inside of me, not so crudely into my body, but somehow even deeper. I can feel all of my lust, all of my desire welling inside of me, and flowing like lava to her eager mouth. My scream of ecstasy is barely even a squeak as she drinks me in, drinks my warmth, drinks everything...

Elyse and Imogen kiss my neck the same moment that Hypatia does between my legs, that deeper kiss that feels like somehow their lips are burning their way past my skin, or through it. They feel warmer, so much warmer, as they all three suck so hard it pulls my eyes back up into my head.

Red. Pumping. Red.

Groans, some I think are mine, but I can feel the twins squirming against me. Some of them might belong to them, too. It’s so hard to be sure of... anything right now.

Cold.

It’s not them now, only me. Their hands, their lips, feel warmer than fire against my skin, and I can barely even breathe with how slow I feel inside. Even my heart feels slowed, like that dripped and poured away along with everything else.

Hypatia rises from between my legs, and casts off her coat. She opens her blouse, a button at a time, and then the clasp at the front of her bra. Her breasts, full as a mother’s should be, quiver with their new found freedom. Her nipples look so pink, and her skin, still glistening, glittering in the sunlight, but somehow more... pink, too, but not the same alluring shade as her nipples.

Her eyes still glitter with the light of the stars as she again takes my face in her hands.

“Now, Megan... My newest girl, my newest doll... My newest daughter... Drink of me, and be reborn”

Imogen and Elyse help me lean forward, their hands cradling me, their strength mine as I weakly wrap my lips around her nipple. It feels warmer than any skin I’ve ever tasted, and when I start to suckle, I feel... my lips, somehow knowing how to kiss her just the way she kissed me.

Just as I felt her move inside of me, kiss past my skin, I can taste something flowing inside of her.

I suck like it was what I was born to do.

I suck, and I suck, and I suck, and I feel a pleasant chill heat me warmer than I’ve ever felt before. It’s harder to worry about where I was before I was on the bench where Hypatia... where mother found me. It’s so hard to care about costumes, or some misunderstanding, some failure to do what everyone else did, when I can taste her inside of me.

Before, with them holding me, stroking me, it felt like I was the one slowing down to be lost in the embrace of my sisters, but now it’s more like time is slowing down to accommodate me.

I can taste the moments drifting by in every second as the hot red warmth of Hypatia burns through me. I can feel every subtle movement of my sisters’ lips as they kiss and nibble at my ears, gentler kisses than before but no less loving.

I can feel their thoughts, just beyond a thin veil... a thing so easy to push past. I just have to reach out with my thoughts and...

Love our new sister... she’s so beautiful, and she’ll be ever more beautiful soon...

Imogen. I can taste her cool red bliss through mother’s red.

Oh, oh yes... She’ll help us make mother so happy.... A family... That’s such a beautiful thought, sister...

Elyse... I can taste her sunlight gold love in my mind. Sister. She called me sister. I moan, unable to hold back the feelings of such intense paradise.

Mother finally pulls back, and looks into my eyes as she rubs the wetness from my lips. Her lips don’t move, but I feel her words in my mind. Feel it happen, my little Megan. Feel your rebirth. This one, for an eternity of love.

I nod, dutifully obeying her. Around my face, I can see my hair’s sheen turning richer as so many strands begin to coil and lift while others lower and coil or loosen. I look down to my own wet thighs, watching the way my skin reflects the light subtly shift, subtly change. My body tingles with warm red bliss as places shift, arch, twist...

That’s right, Megan.

We’re not just twins anymore.

I reach down to grasp the curves of my sisters, pulling their bodies so tight against mine. I feel warmer from the kiss, and savor their lips one, and then the other as my hands squeeze and grasp at them.

They moan in my mind just as with their lips. Their bodies tremble, and in their eyes I see the truth of their words. My lips are so full. My features, so... precise. I cry out in paradise as Hypatia wraps her arms around all of us, pulling us in so tight, so close.

We’re triplets.