I don’t really remember what happened. It was all a blur, first I was driving, talking with my daughter, and then… nothing. When I try to think back to it, all I see is a bright light, but it, I don’t know, felt tainted. Some people say that before you die, your life flashes before your eyes, or you see the light of heaven. I can understand where they come from, but this light didn’t remind me of peace and serenity, it wasn’t even remotely similar. I can’t even describe it, but if I had to try, I’d say it was chaotic, yet so calm, like a pond that was both still and disturbed. I remember it fading, and feeling a sudden onslaught of heat as it did so. When the light faded I woke up in a hospital.

Amelia put her pen down, staring at the words she’d written. Her beautiful, yet thin face was scrunched up in a frown, trying to make sense of what she remembered, but finding no answer. From what the doctors had told her, she and her daughter, Holly, had been in a car accident. They told her that the car had been completely totalled, having gone of the side of a road and into a ditch, luckily they had come out of it miraculously unscathed, except Amelia who had been in a coma for several months now. Holly had been staying with a relative in the mean time, but considering how often she visited her mother, the hospital was like a second home now. Despite the amount of time she had spent unconscious, Amelia felt as great as ever.

It was baffling to the medical professionals. Often patients who’ve been in a coma for as long as she had required rehabilitation, usually physical or psychological, yet Amelia felt good as new, with the exception of her weight loss, due to being on a drip for so long. She requested to go home, and to see her daughter, who was in school at the time she woke, but the doctors said they needed to do some tests, and that she should eat something. Not exactly happy, but still somewhat satisfied, Amelia laid back on the surprisingly soft pillows they had provided for her, and waited for some food to be brought to her. After eating and speaking with a few of the doctors, she felt inexplicably tired and fell asleep.

After a week Amelia was more than ready to be out of the hospital. Over that time she had gained a small amount of weight, though not much, but that would come with time, and seen her daughter. To Amelia it was like seeing her after a day or so, but to Holly, it felt like an eternity. The teenager leapt into her mother’s bony arms, hugging her as tightly as she could without damaging her. Holly had tears streaming down her face, smearing her make up, but she couldn’t care less, as she heard the familiar sounds of her mother speaking calm words into her ear. Amelia knew the woman before her was indeed her daughter, but could hardly believe it, as she looked her up and down, noting the changes she’d gone through. Needless to say Holly had become something of a looker in the months Amelia was unconscious.

The teenager had filled out a great deal in a relatively short time. The last time Amelia remembered seeing her, Holly was five foot seven at age sixteen, though her birthday was only a few days away when the accident happened. Now she was at least six foot, and her washboard chest had filled out to C cups, and, though they were clad in a bra, Amelia knew they had a fantastic shape as well. Holly obviously went to the gym regularly as her waist was slim, and her stomach flesh wonderfully taut, while her hips flared out nicely. For the first time since waking up, Amelia felt like she might cry at the time she’d lost, knowing that she’d missed so long of her dear daughter’s life, and that she hadn’t been there to support her or anything that a mother should do. It filled her with sorrow, and, despite her best efforts to keep from crying, a single tear rolled down her cheek. Holly had to leave not long afterwards for homework and at the behest of her mother, who didn’t want her to fall behind on school work just for her sake. Once Holly was out of the door, Amelia laid to sleep.

Amelia woke up the next day. This time she felt somewhat tired, but also well rested as though she’d been in a deep sleep for a long time, though that was technically true. A nurse came in with her breakfast not two minutes after she woke up. Amelia ate while the nurse explained how the day would progress; after she finished, they would have her do some mild physical activity, mainly walking and possibly very light jogging, then x-rays to make sure there was nothing up with her brain, and finally observation, where they would simply keep an eye on her. Depending on her results she might be able to go back home, though she wouldn’t be allowed to drive, and they would forbid her from doing too much physical activity. Amelia nodded in acceptance as she finished the last spoonful of the rather nice soup they’d given her. After letting the food go down, she was taken to get a change of clothes.

Amelia hadn’t even thought of the fact that she was only wearing a hospital gown. She thanked the nurse for reminding her and followed until they came to what appeared to be a janitor’s closet, but said ‘spare clothes’ on the front. Inside there were two piles, one comprised of male clothing, and the other female. Before the coma Amelia was quite the looker, with a pair of 34C cups on her chest, a fairly trim waist, though she used to have the tiniest hint of a pot belly, and 36” hips. Now, however, she was just short of appearing anorexic. While her skin magically remained smooth, her body hair not growing despite the months without shaving, she had lost a lot of weight. As such the nurse had her try on several different clothes, taking almost an hour before finding the right outfit that both fit her and she liked. Even though she was painfully aware of her appearance, Amelia still felt as fit as ever.

When the tests began, it was needless to say that the doctors were amazed. She was indeed as healthy as ever, maybe even more so. There were no abnormalities in her brain, and she was keeping solid food down, her bodily functions working as normal. As far as they could tell she was perfectly fit to go home, however, like any scientific mind, they were curious, tried to keep her there, saying they needed blood samples and the like. Amelia only wanted to go home, she told this to them all, but they all replied with ‘we need to do more tests first’. After a while she began to get frustrated.

The next doctor was young, clearly early into his career. He was obviously less callous than the others, and even said how he wished there was something he could do, but he was under orders from his superiors. Amelia kind of liked him, striking up a conversation whenever he came in, however she was desperate to leave.

“Can I leave now?” She asked. Something seemed to cloud her mind then, as later she could barely remember what happened next, only very basic details. The second the last word left her lips, the young doctor froze in place. She looked into his eyes, seeing the spark of life in them dimming as his mind and body became a puppet to her will.

“Bring the boss down here.” With no control, nor memory of the act, Amelia never noticed the husky tone her voice held in those words. The doctor left quickly, but in such a fashion that he wouldn’t draw attention to himself. In minutes the door opened again and the head honcho walked in.

“Is something the mat-” He began but was cut off by Amelia.

“I demand that you clear any data you gained from my tests, replace it with that of an average woman, you will also destroy any of the samples you’ve taken. After that you will make it so I can leave, and you will not remember anything about me, except that I am an ordinary woman. Understand?” The doctors nodded and left to fulfil her orders. The moment they left, Amelia fell back onto the bed, her strength fading and unable to maintain consciousness, she fell back to sleep. When she woke, Amelia was told she could leave and that they had a taxi waiting for her.

Confused that they were suddenly letting her leave, Amelia decided that she didn’t really need to know that much. Watching the town she’d grown up in flash by, she noted several changes, some minor, like an addition to a playground, or substantial like whole new stores or houses. It was somewhat shocking, but at the same time Amelia remained perfectly calm. She’d seen movies, and read books where characters wake up months or years in the future and they start to freak out, but she didn’t feel that here, maybe a bit sad at the loss of a few stores she frequented, but that was all. Upon arriving at her home, mercifully unchanged since she’d last been there, she walked up to the front door, and, out of habit, reached into her pocket for her key, but remembered that it wasn’t there. Letting out a small laugh she knocked on the door of her own home.

Holly answered fairly quickly and her face lit up like fireworks at seeing her mother.

“Hello miss, may I come in?” Amelia asked jokingly.

“Of course you can Mum!” Holly exclaimed laughing and hugging her mother tightly. Stepping inside Amelia noted how little had changed, the welcome mat was the same, the framed pictures of her and her daughter still hanging on the wall, though a new one was at the end, of Holly holding a trophy, apparently for winning an athletic competition. Amelia couldn’t begin to describe the amount of pride and sorrow she felt at seeing that, knowing she’d missed such an important event. Holly saw what she was looking at and simply went to prepare some refreshments.

Walking into the living room Amelia sighed as she sunk into her favourite arm chair. Even though she’d only been conscious for a few days, it felt like an eternity since she had been in her home, and the familiarity of it was wonderfully soothing. Holly came back in with two cups of delightful smelling hot chocolate, this surprised Amelia as the last time she’d seen her daughter, she could hardly get her own cereal. Smiling in appreciation, Amelia took the warm beverage and breathed in the scent, basking in it. Holly sat on the couch opposite her mother, a look of excited worry on her face, no doubt nervous about whether she had made the drink correctly. Amelia noticed this and almost let out a laugh, but she held it in and went to take a small sip without blowing on the hot drink. Just as Holly realised and was about advise against it, her mother took the sip and… nothing happened.

To Amelia it was just the right temperature, as though it had been cooled just enough. But Holly was fully aware that it was freshly made, and hot enough to burn easily, however her mother drunk it as though it were a chilled soft drink or something. Amelia noticed her expression and asked what was wrong, but Holly just brushed it off, saying that she was glad her mother seemed to like it. Amelia knew something was wrong, but let it drop, not wanting to sour the mood, instead she asked about school, sports, boys. Holly answered them all calmly with the exception of the last one, which she blushed heavily and looked down, saying that she hadn’t been in a relationship for some time. When Amelia asked why, her daughter attempted to change the subject. Her mother allowed it but remained somewhat worried.

They sat together in semi awkward silence until the front door opened and a voice called out.

“Holly! I’m home!” Amelia instantly recognised that voice, it belonged to her younger sister.

“Hey Wendy! In here!” Holly purposefully left out the fact that her mother was here, wanting to surprise her aunt.

“How was your… day?” She asked, pausing midway as she saw her sister sitting in the living room. It was the first time she had seen her in almost a year, her work keeping her from visiting the hospital, but she had never stopped worrying over her sibling’s condition, barely keeping her calm thanks to her niece’s constant updates. Amelia stood up, a small smile on her face.

“How have you been sis?” Wendy dropped her bag and silently walked, or rather stumbled forward, until Amelia was in arms reach, at which point she charged forward, wrapping her painfully thin sibling in her arms, as she let out a cry of absolute joy.

“Oh god I’ve missed you!” Amelia felt tears on both her face and shoulder as her sister buried her head there, letting out all of her emotion and regret at not being able to see Amelia for so long. Once everything had calmed down, Wendy joined Holly on the couch, wiping away the last of her tears.

“So,” Amelia began, “What’s new?”

The two sisters launched into conversation as Wendy told Amelia about how her work had become a living misery for her. She explained that her old boss quit and the new one was a real tight ass, the kind that doesn’t let anyone slack off for more than a second, hence why she was unable to visit for so long.

“Get this, her excuse was that I could see you when I had some time off, and what happens? No bloody time off! She’s after me I tell you.” The sisters laughed it off, but Amelia could tell Wendy was on the verge of snapping any day now.

“You should just quit if it’s so bad.”

“I can’t, at least not yet. All the other labels aren’t hiring, but I’ve got an interview lined up so we’ll see how that goes.” Amelia smiled, knowing that her sister worked in the music industry, marketing tours, new albums etc.

“Well, I’ll be here now, so if you need to talk, just let me know.” Wendy smiled appreciatively and nodded. The two talked into the late hours, until they felt sleep clawing at their willpower.

“I’ll take the guest room tonight.” Wendy said, when Amelia was about to protest, she added, “I don’t mind really, and you should sleep in your own bed tonight, get some real rest.” Amelia simply smiled in appreciation before heading upstairs with her sister. Sleep came thankfully fast that night.

Dreams on the other hand were another matter entirely. While she couldn’t remember clearly, all she knew was that they were restless, the kind that make people move around, or wake up spontaneously. Amelia did never, even though she thought them to be extremely energetic, to the point where she was amazed she slept at all. Coming down the stairs she saw Holly and Wendy in the living room, eating a bowl of cereal and watching Saturday morning cartoons. Amelia couldn’t help but smile at the sight, remembering how she and Holly had done the same thing time and time again. Going into the kitchen, she was relieved to find that everything was still in the same places, as such she found the cereal ‘Count Chocula’, her and Holly’s favourite, with ease. After pouring her cereal and getting some orange juice, she joined the two. When she walked in they looked up and smiled at her, though their eyes said that they still barely believed that she was back. Slipping down into her chair the family ate in silence.

Despite being the last to join Amelia had finished her breakfast first. Her daughter and sister looked at her in amazement as she went back to the kitchen, only to return with a second helping.

“Better slow down sis, we might run out.” Wendy said jokingly. Amelia let out a small laugh.

“I’m just really hungry.” She explained, though she wasn’t quite sure why, even with the lack of solids she’d had, she hadn’t been this hungry when in the hospital, and they didn’t even feed her that much. Maybe it was because she was in a familiar environment and with family, Amelia thought and decided that was probably it, though something in the back of her conscious wasn’t so sure. Brushing it off for the time being, she asked if there were any plans today. Wendy and Holly looked at each other then back Amelia,

“Well, we were gonna go see a movie after work, but… maybe we should stay here, y’know, let you recover.” Amelia understood why they thought she’d need to, considering her current physical stature, however she wanted normalcy.

“Oh don’t worry about me, if anything happens it’s just a quick 911 call.” She told them, trying to assure the two that she was perfectly fine to go to a movie. They looked at each other again, this time with worry in their eyes.

“Mum, you’ve only just come home, and you’ve been in a coma for a long time.” Her daughter said, and Amelia could clearly see the worry in her face; she’d lost her mother once, she didn’t want that again. Amelia consented to their wishes.

Since it was a Saturday, Wendy had to go to work meaning Holly and Amelia had the house to themselves. Amelia went about the house, acting as she would normally do, though she constantly felt her daughter’s eyes on her. Amelia assumed she was just keeping an eye out in case something happened, though that was unlikely, since she felt perfectly fine. However, as the day went on she began to feel somewhat feverish, but she wouldn’t let it show, not wanting to worry her daughter any further. Just after 1PM, Holly must’ve felt confident enough in her mother’s condition go to her room and finish up whatever homework needed to be done. When she was certain Holly wouldn’t be leaving her room anytime soon, Amelia went to her own, where she laid down and panted. She suddenly felt like her skin were burning, but the sensation was odd. She’d suffered from fevers intense enough that it felt like her skin would start peeling, and, while this heat was definitely on par with that, she felt… aroused, rather than burning alive. As she laid there she could feel her nipples hardening.

The urge to touch herself came suddenly, and with enough ferocity to put a lion to shame. The only thing keeping her from doing so, was her fear of what was happening, but even then her fear was receding as she felt a distinct moistness build in her crotch.

“Oh, fuck it.” She gasped and gave in to the desires of her body, practically tearing her somewhat loose top off, in an effort to properly tease her bullet like nipples. Before that however, she needed to let loose the flood her pussy was swiftly becoming, this time actually ripping her sweatpants off, along with her panties, sighing in relief and pleasure as the comparatively cool air hit her labia. Taking a second to catch her breath, her hands assaulted her own body, as though controlled by a stranger, one shooting to her tits, pinching the rock hard peak, while the other caressed her drooling cunt, occasionally sinking a fingertip into its folds. Amelia was taken completely unaware as a sudden orgasm rocked her.

Even as she suppressed her cry of pleasure, her hands never ceased their ministrations, prolonging her orgasm. To her increased shock, she felt her pussy juices actually squirting from her, spraying a full three feet in front of her, and showing no signs of slowing, even as she sent two fingers inside, quickly finding her g-spot, which simply served make her climax all the more intense as it continued. Amelia began to pump her fingers now, using her thumb to lightly brush her engorged clit, sending small and sudden spikes of pleasure through her cumming form. She added a third finger, letting out a small moan at the sensation of stretching her cunt, while her other hand kneading her breast, occasionally pinching her tit, the mixture of pain and pleasure adding to the unending bliss. Before long Amelia was struggling to hold onto her consciousness, while also trying to stop herself from screaming in bliss.

After what could have been hours of orgasm, Amelia felt herself slowly descending from the cloud of bliss. After it had faded, she laid there, barely twitching, her body practically wrecked from the impossibly long orgasm. Once she could bring herself to move, she sat up, her eyes floating to her en suite, with its floor to ceiling mirror. Wanting to see how she looked, and what she would have to fix up to be presentable, she walked to it, her legs shaking slightly. Once in front of the mirror, she was prepared for the worst, but it still surprised her. Amelia was covered in sweat, creating a rather sexy sheen, while her pussy still continued to drip its juices, the sound of each drop landing on the floor amplified by the stunned silence. What surprised her most though was the amazing… glow she had. She didn’t look haggard, rather she looked healthy as can be, as though the intense orgasm had invigorated her. Shrugging it off she went back to survey the rest of the damage.

Amelia’s room was simplistic, but cosy. She had only just enough room to move around, with her bed and chest of drawers dominating much of the space. Her bed was situated in front of her door, and now she really saw it. This time Amelia was completely unprepared for what she saw. She knew that she had been squirting throughout her long climax, but the amount was still shocking. Her bed sheets were soaked with it, as was her carpet, while streams of her juices ran down her door, adding to the pool already on the floor. She let out a groan of misery, dreading having to clean it up. As she was about to get a new set of clothes on, a sudden aroma came to her attention. The scent was potent enough that it stopped her in her tracks.

It was intense. The kind of scent that you feel you should recognise, but can’t place your finger on it, however this was divine. Amelia knew it was coming from within her room, but she couldn’t tell from where. Heading back into the bathroom, where her various scented items resided, she immediately turned back around, finding that the scent faded the further in she went. Growing slightly frustrated now, she dug through her drawers, seeing her and her sister’s clothing there, but they weren’t the source of the aroma, then she went to her pillows, seeing if something was underneath them, but found nothing. Almost frantic now, she came to a realisation; the source of the scent, was her sheets and door, or rather, the fluid that coated them. Hoping otherwise she lowered her head to her drenched sheets, and breathed in deeply through her nose.

Almost immediately she felt like she was on an incredible drug. Her vision swam, the colours of her room all seeming to blend together in restless waves. She heard herself gasp, but it seemed to echo throughout her mind, then she could feel herself moving, and looked down at herself, her hands raising in front of her. Each movement had after images, as though she were moving too fast for human eyes. Suddenly it all ended, but when she assumed she had come down from the high, a sudden onset of incredible heat surged through her, once more causing her juices to flow rapidly, and her nipples to become bullets.

“Oh god not again!” She groaned, and, in her last bit of sanity, laid down on her stomach, with her head in the pillow, muffling her moans, as her hands moved of their own accord to her most sensitive areas.

It was similar and different this time. Her hands repeated their previous motions, teasing her hypersensitive tits and pussy to orgasm, but after the first one she recognised the sudden onslaught of sensation, as did her lust addled mind, for her hands ceased all stimulation, letting her hang on the crest of climax. Amelia couldn’t understand what was going on, despite her desire to cum, her hands refused to move until she had calmed down enough. They repeated the torture over and over, each time her pleasure spiking faster than the last. As she was about to cum, both her hands once again withdrew to a groan of protest, however she then felt them again, this time kneading her mildly curvy ass, spreading the cheeks and revealing her puckered rosebud. No, she thought, not my ass. Having never penetrated her anus before, she was against it. Her legs acted on their own, raising her hips into the air.

Her hands wouldn’t listen to her. Amelia felt one of her nails tease her rear entrance, while one hand went lower, to her waterfall of a pussy, coating the fingers liberally in her juices. Then she felt it, the feeling of fluid on her hole, being rubbed in, the tips of her lubed up fingers teasing the tight hole. To Amelia’s utter horror and pleasure, one of her fingers began to press in, finding little resistance thanks to her cum. Being the first time she had been penetrated by anything in that hole, Amelia was shocked by the sensations. It felt both painful, like a burning, yet, as her ass adjusted to the invader, she felt a different burning. Just as she was beginning to relax, another finger joined its sister, bringing a whole new wave of burning pleasure. She was given no time to adjust as the third finger entered.

Amelia tried clenching her anal muscles in an attempt to keep her own fingers from entering, but it did little to no good, as her muscles refused to respond. Amelia made no sound now, her mind unable to decide if this was pleasure incarnate, or delightful torture. A fourth finger stretched her ass wide, the sensation of burning only increasing, as her hands refused to let her adjust. Finally they halted their assault, letting her rest and grow accustomed to the feeling of having her asshole stretched in such a fashion. Just as Amelia began to once again feeling pleasure building within, she felt the fingers pulling out, only to thrust back, sending a whole new feeling of painful delight through her body. Rather than building a rhythm her hand just pulled and thrust in irregular intervals, with each thrust being harder than the last. A single tear ran down her face as she felt her thumb folding into her palm.

Instantly her mind cried out in protest, but her body refused to listen. Amelia’s other hand went to her pussy, gathering a large amount of her fluids and spreading them over her invading limb. In a sudden, painful move, her entire hand entered her anus, but it didn’t settle for just the fist, using what flexibility she had to force as much of her arm inside her rear end as was possible. The thought of how disgusting her hand would look once it came entered her mind, her mouth letting out a muffled whimper. Amelia felt a single tear run down her face, as she experienced what it was like to be totally powerless, to be in such a humiliating position, even though no one else was there. When she was about to raise her head and beg for help, anything that would stop her suffering, she felt her folded hand open within her, seeming to stimulate something deep within her body, sending her into a climax that put her previous one to shame. She forced her head back into the pillows as she let out a loud cry of bliss.

Any and all brain activity ceased for Amelia. She only knew pleasure and that she wanted it to continue, now giving herself over to her lust. Her free hand pinched and stroked her clit, intensifying her orgasm even further. Gush after gush of her juices sprayed forth, giving her sheets and even her door a fresh coating, even as her fist continued to thrust in and out of her stretched asshole. Amelia’s body went into overdrive, as her vocal chords ceased working, she began to thrust back against her hand, rubbing her rock hard nipples against her bed, adding to the pleasure already coursing through her. Her mind resurfaced suddenly and a single image entered her mind, one of her; one hand buried in her raised ass, the other stimulating her pussy, her head thrown back, mouth open wide with her tongue falling out, drool running down her chin and neck, while her eyes rolled back into her head. That image alone was all she could focus on besides her orgasm.

Amelia felt her pleasure decreasing steadily now, but as it did her hand opened deep within her again. Once more she was sent into an extreme orgasm, this time her hand continued to stimulate whatever was inside her. Somehow, orgasm upon orgasm layered atop each other, each time her hand moved, she came again, the pleasure only increasing. By now her liquid had created a large puddle on her bed and carpet, which only grew as her climax continued without end. As her orgasm neared the ten minute mark, the pleasure began to dissipate, her mind trying to take control, and gradually succeeding as she managed to force her fist from her ass, while her other hand moved away from her gushing cunt. Once she had regained full consciousness and control, the pleasure finally ended, though occasional spasms and twitches racked her body from the aftermath. After roughly ten minutes of rest, Amelia was able to roll over and sit up.

The mess from before was perfectly tame next to this. Literal puddles of her cum were being gradually absorbed by her carpet and sheets, no doubt the mattress also being soaked. Her door was absolutely covered in her juices now, and the scent was everywhere. Even now, after she had become exhausted, she could feel a heat building in her pussy. Amelia had always been healthy in her masturbation habits, usually putting aside one or two nights for a bit of self love, but even if she had been inactive for several months now, she was taken back by the actual need to pleasure herself. Fearing she would fall into another masturbatory trance, she retreated to her suite, where the scent was only in the background and easier to ignore. Standing before the mirror once again, she half expected to see her pussy swollen and raw from her ferocious session.

Instead her entire body looked perfectly fine, with only a couple exceptions. Her lower face for one, was absolutely drenched in her drool, as was her neck. Her pussy, looked the same as always, except slightly swollen with her residual arousal, and the fact that her inner thighs were drenched in her juices, while small rivers continued to run down her legs. She realised to her pleasured surprise, that her vagina was still bald. Amelia always preferred shaved to having a bush of any sort, the same went to her taste in men, the less hair the better, but this was surprising as she would’ve thought it would have grown out while she was in a coma, yet there it was, bald as the day she was born. Amelia simply shrugged it off, putting it down to luck or something. As she studied herself in the mirror she also noted the lack of other body hair.

Strangely she hadn’t really noticed her actual hair. The dark red locks were the only thing that had grown out, growing from her shoulders to her waist now, but to her surprise it looked perfect. Amelia never really liked her hair this long, since it was difficult to maintain, but seeing it now she was amazed, and actually decided to keep it that way. As she surveyed her breasts and hips she lamented their loss, having lost a great deal of fat, her curves had suffered greatly, though with her height of five foot two, her new B cups looked decent, as did the very slight flare to her hips. It was one of the rare occasions where she was actually thankful for her height, or lack thereof. Whatever the reason for her almost miraculous appearance, Amelia was just thankful she looked somewhat decent, given her activities. After cleaning up her face and legs, she went to get redressed.

It wasn’t easy in her main room. The scent permeated the air, her arousal threatening to take over once again, but she somehow resisted, keeping a piece of cloth around the lower half of her face to help. Not long after getting dressed, she was out of her room, breathing in the untainted air. Remembering how bad she had been sweating, Amelia went to sniff herself, but found that she smelt as though she’d just showered, and with the finest body wash money could buy at that. Shrugging it off, she went downstairs, made a cup of coffee and watched some television. The rest of the day went by, without anyone entering Amelia’s bed room.

Wendy returned late into the evening, to see Amelia and Holly having pizza in the living room. They offered her a slice, which she gladly accepted, falling back onto the couch with a groan.

“Tough day?” Amelia asked, taking a bite.

“You could say that,” Wendy said, taking a large bite out of her slice, chewing and swallowing it quickly, “I got into a huge argument with my boss, and over nothing! Hell, I don’t even remember what it was now!” She leaned back, silently fuming and eating her pizza. Amelia hated seeing her little sister being mistreated, the feeling of anger welling within her all too familiar. She silently resolved to speak with this woman, as soon as Wendy and Holly let her out of their sight. For some reason, the thought of putting this woman in her place sent a delightful chill up Amelia’s spine.

The family sat around the television, watching dumb TV shows and generally having fun. Holly had to go to bed early, since she had plans to meet up with some friends in the morning, so Amelia and her sister sat beside one another, watching whatever seemed interesting. As they sat there, Wendy took a deep breath through her nose, suddenly noticing a new scent. The pizza had long since been eaten, and the boxes put in the trash, and even then this was nothing like that. It was a kind of flowery scent, like the extravagant shampoo she used when it was cheap. Aside from making her insanely curious as to what was causing the smell, she could also feel a sort of warmth starting within her body, the heat slowly spreading to her erogenous zones. In a short time she could feel a damp patch forming on her panties.

Wendy made an excuse to go to bed early and left quickly. While Amelia wasn’t aware of it, she was grinning like a shark as she watched her sister go to bed. The younger sibling was in a panicked, yet aroused state. She had no idea why she had suddenly felt so horny, and that troubled her, but taking precedence over that, was her burning desire, embodied by her rock hard peaks, and her practically dripping pussy. Shutting the guest room door behind her, Wendy couldn’t hold on any longer, pulling her business suit off in a hurry, almost tearing the material in her need. It didn’t even cross her mind that this wasn’t natural.

Wendy lost all sense of herself as her lust took complete control. Her legs moved on their own, taking her to the single bed, where she laid herself down, spreading her legs to give herself better access to the delicate flower at her centre. The young woman’s hands ran over her body, from her flushed face, over her full lips, to her perky mounds, tweaking her hard nipples as she passed, over her taut stomach, down to her moist heat. It had been many a year since Wendy had last masturbated, either stress or lack of any real desire to do so, as such, when her slim fingers ran across her sensitive lips, her thumb lightly brushing her engorged clit. She barely held in the cry of absolute pleasure.

Suddenly her body felt alive. It was as though the stress and anger she had felt over the past months, just washed away in a flood of erotic desire. Lust and need pulsed through her body, her nipples practically aching to be touched, as did her near dripping pussy. On the rare occasions Wendy masturbated, she was never one to deny her body what it wanted, and this time was no exception. One of her hands left her cunt, returning to her pleading teats, taking one between her thumb and forefinger, she pinched it, gasping as pure delight washed through her, prompting her free hand to mimic its sister, by stimulating her clit, pinching the sensitive button. The sensation sent an electric shock through her entire body, causing it to spasm in a miniature orgasm.

What little sanity Wendy retained, told her she needed some way to stop her from screaming too loud. Miraculously overpowering her desire, she went about searching for something, anything, to gag herself with. As if by heavenly intervention, she came across a ball gag. With her mind in near complete disarray, Wendy didn’t question what the sexual object was doing her sister’s home, instead she merely put it in her mouth, and did the straps tight. As she returned the bed, she passed a mirror, which hung on the bedroom door, at just the right height for her to see herself. The sight was enough to completely knock her out of her madness.

Seeing herself looking so frantic, so… completely wild, and with a ball gag in her mouth. Wendy’s mind couldn’t take it, her lust quieting rapidly. Undoing her gag, she let it fall to the floor, where she stepped back from it, as though the gag were a strange creature. Wendy fell to her knees, as the absurdity of what was about to happen dawned on her, but even then, she felt a quiver of desire smouldering within her.

“I’d better… uh, go to bed.” She said aloud, standing once more and moving to her drawers. Even as she changed and settled down under the bed covers, her gaze never wandered from the direction of the gag. Maybe I should put it back? Wendy thought, but knew that if she touched it again, she might not being to hold back. With that, she fell into a somewhat fitful sleep.

Amelia was feeling agitated. She couldn’t stop squirming in her chair, as though she were full of energy or something, but she only felt tired, knowing that she would have to go to sleep eventually. Perhaps that was why she felt as she did? Her thoughts went to her room, where the scent probably still remained, thankfully it seemed to weak to spread much past her room. Amelia was half tempted to sleep on the couch that night, but at the same time, she wanted to bask in that wonderful aroma, give in to her deepest desires, maybe even bring Wendy into the mix. She suddenly snapped out of her daydream, blanching at the horrifying thought. But then again, she felt a small wetness beginning in her panties.

Shaking her head free of the thought, Amelia decided just to sleep on the couch. It was comfortable enough, and there were plenty of pillows laying around. Deciding to watch one more show before retiring, Amelia flicked through the many channels, pouting at the lack of interesting shows. Before she even realised it, she had begun crossing over into the adult portion. Despite realising where she was, Amelia made no effort to change the channel, even as she went along the programmes, going from live phone sex, to adult films, and even crossing into the hardcore realm of things. From there things just got strange.

The last time Amelia had looked up pornography, was when she was in her early twenties. Having been raised in a semi-religious family, in that, while they didn’t particularly follow a faith, they believed in saving oneself for marriage and preserving ones purity. Somehow, even through the wildest years of her life, Amelia had maintained this mindset, except that one night when she had met Holly’s father, whom she never knew the name of. On that night she had drunk a spiked drink, but failed to realise this fact, and simply continued, becoming highly intoxicated as a result, and so she gave in to her body’s desire and gave her virginity to a total stranger. She didn’t particularly regret it however, as she had received Holly from the experience. Holly, she thought, her mind turning to her quickly maturing daughter.

With a small cry, Amelia realised what she was thinking of and all but hit herself. Her thoughts had turned to erotic ideas of her daughter, her own flesh and blood. Holly would be eighteen in little over three months, and the thought of her daughter being legal sent shivers down her spine. Amelia had raised Holly on her family’s values, but had also told her, that if she met a man, or woman, she thought was the one, then Amelia would bless whatever action she took. Now however, Amelia practically bristled at the thought of another’s hands on her daughter. Holly belonged to her. Once again she barely stopped herself from screaming in horror at the thought.

Taking several deep breaths, and keeping her mind away from her daughter or sister, she went to get what she needed. Amelia turned off the TV as she left, trying to remove anything that would spark her lust. When everything was ready, she wiped the sexual thoughts from her mind, no easy task and settled in for sleep. The second she closed her eyes, a wave of exhaustion washed over her, and she knew it would take no time at all, before sleep claimed her. I’ll have to clean my room tomorrow, she thought sleepily, letting out a sleepy sigh of relief that things might be returning to normal soon. Then the darkness claimed her consciousness for the night.

Amelia awoke first the next day. She had the same feeling one gets at waking up before they wanted to, and tried to return to the land of dreams, however nothing worked. Groaning in sleepy annoyance, Amelia got up, checking the clock just above the TV, seeing that it was just past seven AM. Unhappy, but undeniably awake, she went to the bathroom. Holly was next to awaken, hearing her mother walking about and shutting the bathroom door. While she had plans for much later in the morning and could just go back to sleep, she wanted to spend as much time with her mother as possible. Forcing her teenage body to wake up, despite her desire to just fall back asleep for the next hour or so, she walked upstairs to wake Wendy up. It was a familiar pattern she had fallen into over the long months.

While Wendy did have an alarm clock, she almost always either forgot to set it. Or, on the rare occasions it did go off, would just shut it off and return to her slumber. Holly had no doubt that her aunt would rather stay in bed for another hour, but she knew Wendy would also want to spend as much of her morning with her sister. Knocking on the door, to no reply, Holly opened it, seeing her aunt sleeping like a baby. It was always a nice sight to behold, as the days of hard work just washed away in her slumber, making the middle aged woman look far younger. However, all good things must come to an end. Holly began to walk in to wake the woman up, but stopped dead in her tracks.

Not one foot from the door was a ball gag. Holly had looked at porn, having given into her curiosity after overhearing her friends talking about in middle school, but she had only seen a couple of videos, and they would were very standard. Even so, she knew of the rougher side of the internet, where things such as a ball gag were used frequently. Stifling a shocked gasp, Holly continued inside, intent on completing her objective of waking her aunt, but her eyes never strayed from the gag, wondering silently why her aunt had one. All manner of erotic thoughts entered her mind, causing the young teen to blush wildly. Shaking the thoughts free, Holly set about waking Wendy up.

Her method of waking someone as stubborn as her aunt was simple, yet effective. Taking the duvet in her strong hands, Holly pulled with all the strength her athletic body could muster. Wendy slept with the sheets wrapped around her, kind of like a cocoon, as such, when Holly did this move, the older woman was spun around wildly, almost instantly waking her up. She looked around wildly, until her eyes settled on Holly, the sight of whom sent a flood of relief through her body. Wendy was always easily spooked, even when she was in a familiar setting, and that morning was no exception.

“Thanks hun, I’ll be down in just a minute.” Wendy said, or rather mumbled, her mind and body barely awake.

“I’ll be back to check on you in five minutes.” Holly said and left. The girl knew her too well, Wendy thought and stood up, stretching with a yawn. As she went to leave, her gaze fell on the ball gag. A sudden desire surged through her, a desire to finish what she had started last night. Even as she fought her desire, Wendy’s hands began reaching out to it. Catching herself before she passed the point of no return, she left to join her niece downstairs. But her mind remained on the gag even as the day wore on.

Her family didn’t question why Amelia slept on the couch, they just went about the morning as normal. Wendy had to leave for work, complaining that her boss was a slave driver, though at the very least she had less hours that day, and promised to be back before five. In the meantime Holly left just before noon to meet up with her friends, leaving Amelia all to herself, though Holly said she would call or text every hour or so, and that if she didn’t get an answer within five minutes, she would be coming home. Amelia didn’t bother explaining that she didn’t have a cell phone, her old one being one of the few things wrecked in the accident, as her daughter revealed a second one, saying that she was keeping it on hand for when this day came. While some people would probably view the fact that they were leaving their recently reawakened relative home alone, despite their better judgement, as a irresponsible decision, but Amelia had been adamant that they continue with their daily lives. As such she was now home alone.

As the day wore on however, she began to wish she had some company. After her daughter and sister left, she took a shower, the first one she’d taken on her own for that matter. By muscle memory she made her way to the en suite, but stopped at the door of her room, remembering what most likely lingered there, instead she used her daughter’s suite, sending a silent prayer of thanks to whatever deity had blessed her with this house. As she washed herself, Amelia found it harder and harder to resist masturbating, her entire body seeming to have become hypersensitive, sending small shocks of pleasure to her nipples and pussy. It was no small feat that she showered, dried and got dressed without falling to the floor in a lustful fit. That wasn’t to say she was totally restrained, her nipples sticking out noticeably through her tank top, while her panties were damp with arousal.

“I need to calm down.” She said aloud, and remembered spying a couple books Wendy had bought recently. Amelia found one, a young adult novel it seemed, and laid back on the couch, opening to the first page. Thankfully she was able to relax and actually got into the book.

Unfortunately, the book could do only so much to stave off the desires smouldering deep within her. As she finished the current chapter, she found her legs rubbing together, her hands quivering slightly from her body’s desire to touch itself. To the best of her ability, Amelia tried to ignore it, but the need persisted, gradually gaining strength as it wore on her resistance. She soon found herself unable to concentrate on the novel, each time she tried to focus, her arousal seemed to bolster in retaliation. When she tried to read and once more failed, Amelia began to feel frustration towards her body, angered by its strange need to masturbate. The anger she felt caused her lust to recede for a moment, but it only came back, and stronger than ever. Finally unable to hold out any longer, Amelia gave in.

As her hands moved to pleasure herself, the front door opened. Jumping, Amelia fumbled about trying to return to a relaxed reading position, the surprise also bringing the fire between her thighs to a tolerable level. She looked to the door, seeing Wendy coming through and plopping down on the nearest chair. Amelia checked her digital watch, compliments of the hospital, and noted the time, which was only 1:20PM, meaning Wendy should still have been at work. Then she saw her sister’s face, and the sheer blankness, almost zombie like glaze her eyes had.

“What happened?” It was all she could think to ask in that situation. Wendy looked to her elder sister, and opened her mouth, only to close it, clearly thinking about what to say. She took a deep breath and began to speak once again.

“My, my boss… she… she, uh, she kissed me!” When Amelia didn’t say anything, Wendy continued, “Right out of the blue. One moment she was being a bitch, and the next she asked to see me in her office, and… afterwards, I just left.” She looked at her sibling, trying gauge her reaction. Amelia suddenly felt like she was no longer in control as she spoke.

“And how did it feel when she kissed you?” While she said it in a semi-calming way, there was an underlying huskiness to her tone.

“I-I don’t know. It shocked me at first, so I didn’t pull away immediately, and…” She began to squirm slightly, a blush colouring her face a bright red, “As it went on, and I got over the shock, I noticed how soft her lips felt against mine, how her tongue met my own, and how her delicate, but strong hands slid across my back…” She trailed off, her eyes glazing over at the memory.

“Do you want to do it again?” Amelia asked, her voice filled with an alien lust.

“Wh-What?” Wendy asked, dumbfounded by her sister’s question. As Amelia leaned over display what she meant, her conscious mind realised what was about to happen, regaining control before her lust went any further.

“I-I-I-” She stuttered, before turning away and rushing up the stairs, leaving her younger sibling in a daze.

Once in her room Amelia let out her pent up fear.

“What the fuck is happening to me?!” She cried out, unable to care that Wendy could most likely hear her, “I was about to kiss her. My own sister!” She stated, her voice lowering. She fell to the floor, cuddling her knees against her chest. Her mind flashed to the idea of Wendy kissing another woman, though her mind inserted herself in the roll, and a flood of lustful heat came over her. Shaking her head, she tried to focus her thoughts on anything else, wastelands, crappy movies, even thinking of The Room. As she sat there though, she felt her lust gradually winning the war against her sense of decency. Just as her body began to take total control, there was a knock at her door.

“Amy? Are you alright?” The sudden knowledge that Wendy was just beyond a wooden door, caused Amelia to lose all sense of self. Smiling like a predator who had caught her prey, she stood and opened the door…

THE END