Fiona Hangs With Emi

Fiona was lingering on the couch, channel surfing when Emi came in from the kitchen. Sitting down casually munching on a piece of celery from her plate she held it out offering some to Fiona.

Glaring at the celery then up at Emi, Fiona gestured a decline.

Looking her sister up and down Fiona bit her tongue. “How'd you do it?” Fiona finally asked Emi after being stuck more directly facing the same circling thoughts she had been having since Emi came home, but had never been alone with her to dare ask.

“Hmrph?” Emi responded leaning forward to respond, rushing to finish her mouthful of food.

“You look fantastic. I'd guess plastic surgery but we both know you don't have the money. So what's the diet workout routine you're using?” Fiona dryly asked, keeping her face turned to the TV, she fought a growing urge to look her sister up and down more thoroughly, and inappropriately than any relative should.

“Nothing honest.” Emi almost squeaked, her quick high pitched response only provoking thoughts that she was hiding something in Fiona's mind.

She wants it.

Emi shivered slightly as the thought resonated through her mind. She wasn't sure if it was hers or the demonic presence she'd been trying to escape.

“Really.” Fiona replied. “You shared it with Monica.”

“Shared what?” Emi replied with surprise, and fear what Fiona might have been told.

“I still have friends in that school, they're all talking about how different Monica was at school today. I didn't believe them until I got sent a pic.” Fiona responded, leaning forward on the couch to grab her phone and unlock it, while glancing to make sure no one might catch her trying to pry a new diet from her sibling.

God damn… Emi thought as she looked at the picture, Monica was confidently flaunting her body in a pair of skin-tight jeans, her midriff flatly banding the expanse of exposed skin between the jeans and the tight black tank top, light casting through between the low cut at the top of her cleavage advertising a lack of bra around the perfectly hanging D cup breasts.

Emi's heart began to race, her mind torn between terror at what she had allowed to happen to her sister, and desire to find her and give her even more of a taste of the corruption. Seeing the two guys in the pic Emi had to wonder if Monica was even there for class.

“So what is it? What's the fast acting secret to a perfect body?” Fiona pressed, looking around paranoid she might be stopped from finding out if anyone else knew she was pursuing another diet.

Looking Emi up and down Fiona had to wonder what it was. Could it be some sort of ****? They hadn't exactly had much time to exercise, and there were no special diet foods brought in.

Share it with her.

Emi shook her head, thoughts of Caroline being fucked earlier, the girl from the mall, and Monica tugging on her. She gulped loudly as she thought about the shower earlier, and back to her apartment in the city.

She was enjoying it all… She had to stop it... What was she even thinking?

“I'm going to go read some gospel.” Emi declared aloud, carefully getting up as her body was increasingly surging with pleasure and desire. Taking the plate to the kitchen she tried to casually go upstairs, worried that rushing up might arouse more suspicion.

Closing the room door behind her Emi glanced about the room, where could a Bible be, there had to be some answer there.

Scrambling through the shelves in a panic she couldn't find one, unaware that the Idol had used its influence on Monica to remove her bibles and crosses from her room.

Settling down as her body cried out to be touched Emi placed her hands together and kneeled by the bed, resisting thoughts of what else she could be doing on her knees she fought to pull her thoughts together, finding herself unusually hard-pressed to recall the words to Our Father.