'Cassandra' Knows

Nathan stood frozen on the porch, the letter from Selene still clutched in his hand, its mocking words burning into his mind. Vanessa’s face was a mask of barely contained horror, her eyes darting between the redhead and the world outside, they had to get back inside soon.

Before Nathan could process another thought, Sienna barreled past them, her pristine blouse and skirt swishing with that eerie, practiced grace. “What are you two doing, just standing there?” she snapped, her voice carrying the sharp edge of Cassandra’s authority, but softer, sweeter, like a wife scolding her husband for forgetting the groceries. “Poor Lily’s out here in the cold! Honestly, Nathan, where’s your manners?”

Lily’s head snapped up at the sound of Sienna’s voice, and with a delighted yip, she launched herself forward, leaping onto Sienna’s chest. Her tongue darted out, lapping at Sienna’s face with frantic, dog-like enthusiasm, leaving wet streaks across her cheek. Sienna laughed, a bright, carefree sound that made Nathan’s skin crawl and ruffled Lily’s fiery hair like she was petting a beloved spaniel.

“Good girl, Lily! Oh, you’re so excited to see me!” Sienna cooed, her hands sliding down to scratch behind Lily’s ears. Then, with a playful giggle, she nudged Lily down until the redhead rolled onto her back, limbs splayed, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she wiggled on the porch. “Want a belly rub, huh? Such a needy pup.”

Sienna’s hands moved with casual ease, rubbing circles over Lily’s taut stomach, her fingers brushing lower, then higher, until they grazed the undersides of Lily’s large breasts. She gave them a playful squeeze, her thumbs circling the sensitive nipples and Lily let out a whimpered moan, her hips squirming as her tongue lolled out, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

Nathan’s throat tightened, his voice cutting through the scene like a blade. “Sienna, what the fuck are you doing?”

Sienna’s head tilted, her expression morphing into one of genuine confusion, her perfectly manicured brows knitting together. “What do you mean, darling? I’m just petting our family dog.” She looked at him like he was the one who’d lost his mind, her hand still idly stroking Lily’s stomach as the redhead arched into her touch, whimpering softly.

Before Nathan could respond, Sienna reached down, tugging at the leash dangling from Lily’s collar. “Come on, pup, let’s get you inside where it’s warm.” She gave the leash a gentle pull, and Lily scrambled to her feet, crawling after Sienna with eager, obedient bounds, her bare ass swaying as she followed her into the house.

Vanessa grabbed Nathan’s arm, her nails digging into his skin. “Nathan, focus,” she hissed, her voice low and urgent. Her eyes flicked downward, catching the way his gaze had lingered on Lily’s curves, the way her hips moved with every crawl. “You can’t get distracted. Not now. She’s playing you, setting traps everywhere.”

Nathan’s face burned, shame and frustration warring in his chest. “I know,” he snapped, shaking off her grip. “I’m not—I’m trying, okay? Let’s just get back to the computer.”

They hurried inside, the door clicking shut behind them, but the scene that greeted them in the living room stopped Nathan dead in his tracks.

Sienna stood near the kitchen counter, a glass of water in her hand, her head tilted back as she took a deep gulp. Lily was crouched at her feet, her mouth open, tongue out, eyes wide with eager anticipation. With a casual flick of her wrist, Sienna leaned forward and spat a stream of water directly into Lily’s waiting mouth. The redhead lapped at it greedily, her tongue flicking out to catch every drop, a soft moan escaping her as she swallowed.

Nathan’s stomach lurched. “Sienna, what the hell?”

Sienna turned, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her expression once again one of bewildered innocence. “What? That’s how dogs drink, darling. You know that.” She frowned at him, then at Vanessa, like they were the ones acting strange. “Honestly, you two are so jumpy today.”

Before Nathan could even begin to unpack that, Lily let out a playful yip and dove forward, shoving her face under the hem of Sienna’s skirt. Her teeth caught the edge of Sienna’s panties, tugging them aside with practiced ease. Then, without hesitation, Lily’s tongue darted out, lapping eagerly at Sienna’s pussy, her hands gripping Sienna’s thighs to hold her steady.

Sienna didn’t flinch. She just laughed, bright and airy, like this was the most normal thing in the world. “Oh, Lily, you must be starving” she cooed, her fingers threading through the redhead’s curly hair, holding her head in place as Lily’s muffled moans filled the room. “Good girl. Get it all.”

Nathan stood frozen, his mind screaming, his body traitorously reacting to the sight, Lily’s ass pressed against the floor, Sienna’s soft gasps, the obscene normalcy of it all. Vanessa’s hand clamped onto his shoulder, her voice a harsh whisper. “Nathan. Computer. Now.”

He nodded, forcing his legs to move, forcing his eyes away from the scene that was burning itself into his brain. Selene was winning, every second he let himself look, let himself feel, was another second her hooks sank deeper.

They stumbled back to the dining table, where the laptop waited, its screen still glowing with the cryptic warnings about Selene. But even as Nathan’s fingers hovered over the keys, he could hear Sienna’s soft laughter, Lily’s eager whimpers, and the faint, mocking echo of Selene’s voice in his mind: “You’re starting to like it, aren’t you?”

Vanessa’s fingers flew across the keyboard, the frantic clack-clack-clack the only sane sound in the house. Her face was tight with concentration, lips pressed into a thin line as she muttered Latin phrases and looked up half-remembered exorcism rites scrolled past. Nathan sat beside her, pretending to read, but his eyes kept sliding sideways, traitorously, helplessly, toward the living-room floor.

Lily was still on all fours, face buried between Sienna’s thighs, tongue working with wet, eager strokes. His sister had one hand braced on the counter, the other tangled in Lily’s fiery hair, guiding her with little encouraging tugs. Every time Lily’s tongue flicked just right, Sienna let out a breathy, perfect moan that went straight to Nathan’s cock. He shifted in his chair, trying to hide the growing bulge in his jeans, sweat prickling at his temples. He hated himself for it, hated the heat pooling low in his gut, hated how fucking good it looked even while his brain screamed that this was wrong on every level.

He was so lost in the war between revulsion and raw want that he didn’t hear the front door slam open until it was too late.

The door flew inward with a bang that rattled the windows. Two figures stumbled through, one dragging the other by the wrist like a misbehaving child.

Nathan’s heart stopped.