Emi Tries To Get Through Another Day

Emi found her mind struggling against new ideas of corrupting her relations slipping into her mind. Trying to shake them loose she ate breakfast quietly, turning the pages of a book.

“Good morning.” Monica beamed as she walked into the kitchen confidently, her jeans looking strangely looser than normal as her top strained against her new found cleavage, hard nipples providing announced targets.

Caroline took a hard gaze at Monica, the clock, Monica… “What the fuck are you doing?” She mumbled around her breakfast, stunned to find Monica up of her own volition.

“Emi gave me a good talk last night, and she's encouraged me to put aside my loneliness and depression and not just get school done, but try and have fun.” Monica replied quickly grabbing a bowl of cereal and setting up on the table next to Emi for breakfast.

You cured her anxiety and loneliness.

The words made her feel warm and proud inside, a deep cold chill settling in her heart as she thought about the craven slut she felt she knew that store clerk turned into. What if it happened to her sister as well?

The thought made her just as wet and aroused as concerned.

Caroline conversed with a very different tone Emi noticed, she was impressed and encouraging versus the usual sarcastic criticism. It made Emi feel truly torn.

Caroline was truly impressed with Monica. Usually she hummed and hawed and stalled and stagnated. Rarely taking the first steps of initiative everyone needed to take to get by in the world.

However there was something else making her kind of awkward. Something a visit to her boyfriend yesterday failed to settle. Caroline was feeling aroused.

Despite the crosses in the house protecting it and its occupants who believed in them, the homes protections were eroding. Just prolonged presence of Emi within its demonic energy dampening walls slowly lapped away at the protections.

Her dreams, thoughts, and actions with her sisters eroding the moral high ground into the depraved murky depths lapping at it. Sanctified soil, or even proper prayer could curb the encroaching corruption, sadly the only person reinforcing the protections that way was their father Doug with his daily prayer.

Fidgeting with her hair Caroline sent a text to her boyfriend, unaware her arousal was being fueled by the corrupt sexual pheromones her two sisters now were releasing around themselves like an incense.

Julia came rushing through more frenzied and frazzled than normal. She had spent more time than planned in the shower. Barely resisting touching herself.

“Can I hitch a ride to school?” Monica asked Julia, Julia's only reaction with a piece of toast in her mouth was a shocked look, followed by a wave to come along.

You helped her. You know who else you could help.

Emi tried to shake the voice from her head, tired of moral debates with the demon growing within her.

Fiona quietly entered the kitchen weakly with a wave. Her frail body and dull brown hair betraying her starving herself. Yet again.

You can give her the beauty she deserves.

Emi swallowed the last of her cereal with a cough at the thought. Trying to shake the ideas appeal to her morality and good intentions.

“What are you up to today?” Emi asked Caroline, suddenly thinking it might be better to spend the day out.

Oh God, Caroline thought taking a drink of Emi's juice for spite. Something just felt so right about it. She could swear it actually did taste better.

“I have school tonight. I was thinking about running some personal errands.” Caroline answered with a tone of suspicion, a touch of **** on her mind about what might come next interfering with her plans.