Mary Sue of Maryland: A Big Talk and Bigger Choice

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Co-authored by nick369 & Ryan_01

For Cameron, time slowed down. Lily - or rather - both Lilys, pushed their way into the house. Their wide shoulders broke through the wall as if it was nothing more than wet cardboard. Each step had the house’s foundation shake and rumble, their unbelievably wide hips didn’t allow much to pass by his now twin sisters. Their height had them hunched over so as to not have their face dragging through the ceiling, causing their long, golden river of hair to almost touch the floor itself, waving around with such smoothness and brightness that the hair strands tried to brighten up the room a little.

Cameron could feel his lungs suddenly calling out for him to breathe. Lily’s beauty has (as always) caused him to stop breathing, though now, something else was also calling out for Cameron to make a decision. Fight or Flight.

Lily, when she was just a singular person, was already pretty scary with how much she could do and get away with. But now there were two of them, and back when Cameron had sternly told Lily off a short while ago… It didn’t take a mathematician to calculate that Cameron was in deep trouble now.

After a sharp inhale, Cameron just screamed a wordless, terrifying sound. His body had chosen Flight. His arms and legs scrambled, fighting gravity to get up and moving. He only had one place in the whole house to run to.

His room.

Of all the things that Lily could do in the world, she has never once broken into his room (to his knowledge). She has never **** herself into his room and personal place, oddly enough, while she would talk to him through the vents, she had never entered his room without his express permission. Now, whether Cameron had put this together subconsciously or whether sheer fear was guiding him, it was hard to tell.

“Cameron!” “Cameron!”

Two voices called out after him. It was sweet and caring, it was dark and threatening. It was enticing him to look back, it also demanded him to stop. Lily’s voice was something else, saying one thing while also giving subliminal messages through its tone and frequency. But… Right now the lizard brain of survival had full control. No form of sound, tone or meaningless words of enticement would stop it from pulling Cameron into what it perceived to be safety.

Behind Cameron, the booming sounds of Lily’s footfalls shook the whole house to its very foundation, the sound of wood shattering as she was trying to manoeuvre around the corridors, causing pillars and wooden walls to break. Cameron slammed his door shut behind him, throwing himself to the opposite side of his room, his palms pressing hard against his ears as the vibrations of destruction approached his laughably thin door.

Cameron prayed silently. Hoping against all hope and any logical sense that Lily wouldn't break down his door on her way in. Like everything else in this world, it stood absolutely no chance against her, she could just walk right through it as if she was walking through air. Nothing could realistically even stop her from pressing on, forcing herself into his room, ripping apart anything and everything that stood between her and her Cameron. Yet, for Cameron, he prayed that something (anything!) would stop her, even for a little bit.

His heart pounded loudly in his chest, as if it were trying to escape. His breathing was ****, laboured even! He could feel his ears starting to hurt from how hard he was pressing his hands against them. He tried to do his best to drown out the terror that he felt, the unshakable fear that has gripped him. His mind was ablaze with vivid images and motions of Lily breaking into his room, forcing Cameron to go with her to do things with him that frankly he didn’t dare think of for the prospect of it is just unimaginably terrifying.

His head was filled with the sounds of his thumping heart, the heavy breathing, the pain of his hands pressing so hard against his ears and - and… The shaking has stopped. No noises of destruction had been heard.

Slowly, he removed his hands from his ears. His breathing slowed down and his heart steadied.

It was quiet.

His eyes scanned the door and the wall around it, part of him expected the eeriness to be broken by something big and loud. Subtlety had never really been Lily’s strength since her development.

Knock knock

Cameron gasped and curled further up against the wall. “Cameron?” Lily’s soft melodic voice rang out from behind the door.

Hesitating, Cameron didn’t answer. His eyes were glued to the door.

“Cameron? Can I come in? Please? I want to talk to you” Lily spoke with sincerity. Her voice seemed to be at a decibel level that penetrated the door, giving Cameron the illusion that Lily was speaking as if she was in his room.

“No… L-Lily, please. I-I can’t.” Cameron stammered back, his arms starting to shake out of fear of how she would react.

The temperature of his room started to drop. His breath slowly became visible, and Cameron’s hair started to stand up along with goosebumps on his skin. Oh fuck he thought.

“Lily! No!” Lily’s voice called. She likely moved as the ground again shook, and several of Cameron’s books fell off their shelves, landing hard on the ground.

“He didn’t follow the plan. He’s hiding in there while WE are out here.” The darker tone spoke. It was Lily alright, though everything about it made Cameron feel dread and fear. As if a greater being was right outside his door, offended that he hadn’t thrown open his door and kissed its feet. “We had offered him the greatest pleasures the world has ever seen! Things that would give him eternal bliss and happiness and yet he hides in that little closet of his. After all of that, how can you not be angry at him?!”

“He’s our brother, you short-tempered sourpuss. He will let us in eventually, right Cammy-boo?”

Cameron didn’t answer. The weight of her tone, the expectation that everything would be forgiven and forgotten was just not something he could do even if he felt enthralled by her words, he… He was fearing for something else. He was afraid his individuality would be thrown away if he submitted to the reality-defying beauty that was Lily.

“Cameron?” Lily’s concerned voice repeated, her fingernails gently tapping against the door. Even her gentle taps left indents and cuts on the flimsy wooden door as her fingernails alone were powerful enough that they had the potential to cut right through his door like a hot knife through butter.

“I’m sorry Lily but… I won’t… I can’t… I just don’t want to see you right now.” his voice quavered, breaking at points as he struggled to get the words out of his mouth.

He held his breath. Silence fell on the house.

Cameron tentatively stood up, his back close to the wall as he listened as intently as he could for anything. He might not hear a pin drop, though he was sure he would hear if Lily shifted her weight. If Mr Weiner thrashed about. If his parents decided to fuck without a care in the world, at least something would be heard.

Though there was nothing.

A minute passed and nothing.

Five. Still nothing. Was she still there? No, don’t go and check, she could be.

Ten. Maybe she has left by now… Maybe a peak couldn't hurt?

A sharp sob broke the silence. The whimpering of a teenage girl followed and then a sharp intake of air (Cameron swore he could feel a powerful draft by his ankles), quickly followed by another sharp sob of pain emanating behind his door.

Cameron felt his guts just… Fall out. Never had he heard such despair, loss of hope and misery. Lily’s sobs were at the very top of the **** pain she was feeling because of her more evolved mind and emotions. Her heightened mind had needed ten full minutes of pure silence to fully process what Cameron had just said, and those words brought her down hard. No person, weapon, tactic or even magical **** could have done Lily as much harm as Cameron’s rejection of her.

The house shook once again as the happier, cheerier and more upbeat of the two Lily fell to her knees. She wanted to lash out, rip apart the wall that separated her from her brother, throw herself before his feet and beg, BEG for his forgiveness. Offer him the world, do whatever he asked, be whatever he wanted, ANYTHING just to be with him again.

She would have done this and more as well had the more sinister Lily not placed her hands on her mountainous shoulders, symbolically holding her back. The more manipulative and dark Lily communicated wordlessly that anything they would do would only drive the wedge in further. Cameron’s words, their meaning, this was the exact tactic the sinister Lily would employ against lesser beings. Drive their mind to the brink where their only hope of purpose and happiness would be found through benefitting her and Cameron.

“Shhh, there there my Goddess. Things will be fine, it's going to be fine, come with me. Come, my Goddess, we will leave him alone for now. He didn’t mean it. Go to the living room and rest while I fetch some things to help you.” The sinister Lily’s voice spoke, followed by minor quakes as the despairing Lily stood up, leaving the area. Every step was followed by a heart-wrenching sob, though if Cameron had paid attention it was only one pair of steps leaving.

A few seconds later, the sound of claws running down the door gripped Cameron’s attention. The temperature plunged, the ground was laden with sudden frost, his breath became fogged as the light in his room flickered and died.

“I hope YOU know what you’re doing.” Lily’s voice was heard, throwing Cameron’s heart up to his throat, beating so hard he was sure his chest would explode.

The temperature returned, the lights switched back on and the frost disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

“There there sweetie.

He’s just stressed, you know he’s overworked after everything.

It’s been a long day.

He just wasn’t ready yet.”

Cameron wasn’t sure just how the other Lily had distanced herself from his room like that. No earthquake-like tremors, no tearing of walls or furniture. Just… Gone, and right into the living room no less.

Oh fuck… This. I can’t leave my room now! He thought in panic, sitting down uneasily on his bed, feeling every last bit of energy leaving him. He laid down, blinking once. Twice. His eyes didn’t open on the third as sleep took a strong hold of him.

Knock Knock Knock

Cameron’s eyes flew open as he sat up equally as fast. His bloodshot eyes locked to the door while his heart pounded loudly again. She was back!

“Honey?” The sound of his mother’s voice called from the other side. “It’s just me. Lily isn’t here.”

Cameron released a pent up sigh of relief, and then his eyes narrowed. What was his mother doing here?

“Honey?... Can I come in?” She followed up.

“Why?” Cameron asked, wearily getting off his bed.

“Cameron. You- We need to talk about something.” Her voice was… Off. Why was his mom speaking like that? There wasn’t concern, it was sincerity, though with everything that Cameron had seen, wouldn’t this just be Lily mimicking her voice?

“Mom I- I don’t know if it’s you.” He said directly. No point in trying to lie or play around. He was tired, and at this stage… Did he really stand a chance if Lily wanted to do anything? “You could be Lily. You could be you, but controlled by her milk. You could be- I don’t know, it’s just-”

“So crazy. Yes, I know honey.” she interrupted. “I just want to apologise. I… I wasn’t a very good parent.”

Silence fell again.

God damn it. Cameron’s mind cussed, feeling tears swell. The emotional rollercoaster he was on today did no favours for him. He walked towards the door, damn be the consequences and opened it up.

It was his mom alright. Just her in the trashed hallway, with clear signs where Lily had stepped and hip-cracked the walls.

His over-sexualised mom. MILF formed, feature exaggerated, porn goddess of a mom.

Everything was big about her. Her breasts, her hips, her ass, her tummy had shrunk down to a wasp-like figure, while her lips had plumped out, working fashionably with her sharpened feminine features. She oozed with a sexual confidence that would be seen in sex-positive workers, and her resting face and composure screamed out that she had the stamina to go through marathon orgies and still find the time to cuddle a man to cumination.

Her clothes didn’t do much to hide her figure (not that much would). A simple t-shirt that clung to her body like latex, booty shorts that showed off both her doughy asscheeks and her long, delicious legs, and then her manicured and smooth feet were out for all to see.

“Can I come in?” she asked again. At least her voice is the same, Cameron thought as he stepped aside, watching as she stepped past him, at her back she was holding the rock they had been given by their grandmother! What the hell is she doing here with that? Cameron thought with alarm. He watched his mother closely as she took a seat at his desk, the study chair disappearing under her legendary rump, quickly scanning his room to confirm no liquids were easily accessible for her.

Cameron closed the door and seated himself opposite of her on his bed. Paranoia keeping him at high alert. In any other situation he probably would have tried to awkwardly talk up such a gorgeous creature though the situation was far, far from normal. “Okay.” He said simply, signalling for his mom to talk.

“Honey,” she started, placing the rock on his desk as she focused squarely on Cameron. “I can’t say I’m sorry enough for not being the mother you needed.”

He blinked. Where was this coming from? Cameron expected his mother to say something to convince him to go out to Lily, or to surrender himself and drink her milk, or something equally as crazy like giving in to the hivemind of lust and hedonism under Lily.

“I wasn’t really there when you grew up. I only really paid attention to Lily because she was so sick.” She continued, slowly getting her eyes away from Cameron as she looked away with shame.

After a brief silence she added, “Your father and I have… We have never really grown out of our partying phase. Any time you were at a sleepover, school trip or - Well - Not home. We would try to come together and… You know.”

“Mom, please. I - I kinda figured that. You know I tried to -”

“I know honey and it was so sweet of you.” His mother interrupted looking at him with apologetic eyes. “But you shouldn’t have had to though. We really should have accepted that we were parents and not have neglected you.”

“Mom- I… You know Lily can hear us right?” Cameron said. Part of his head suddenly thought that this was Lily doing some form of mind control. Hell, what can’t she do now? He thought.

“I know honey, but she won’t.” She answered simply.

Huh?! Cameron blinked at the response. “But, I know her ears -”

“Cameron. You know she can do that. She can also choose not to.” His mother answered, looking down at his feet. “Honey, she could do so much more than you could possibly imagine. I know because… Her milk- It- I feel connected to her. She wants me to be happy and she gave me this.” his mother emphasised her killer curves and über feminine look.

“Lily has given me and your dad the chance to be who we wanted to be because she doesn’t want you to be weighed down by us.” she looked at Cameron, seeing it was now him who looked down, not wanting to speak honestly that… they had held him back. He had been there for Lily when she was ill and they were busy running from doctor to doctor than spending time checking on their daughter. He helped Lily to her school as she got better. He drove her to field trips and stuck around to help bring her back so she could have stress-free bus rides.

“Cameron. I’m so sorry. I can’t turn back time. You did so much more than me and your dad and… We failed.” Her voice cracked as tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

“We love you and your sister, we just couldn’t… Do the duty that was needed of us, and when the stone from your grandmother worked, we were overjoyed. So we kept making her drink the water, hoping it would keep her strong. But… Lily is so much stronger than anyone would have thought.”

Cameron nodded. Taking in the sudden confession from his mom. He knew this. He had always known she didn’t want to be a mother like this. The cool aunt, probably, but the responsibility of raising Cameron clearly had pushed them both from wanting too much to do with it. Then Lily came along. Then she got sick. It all showed itself, even if they did try to find doctors to help and desperately try to get a superstition to work.

“Listen.” She said, breaking the silence between the two. “I want you to have this.” She picked up the stone and handed it to Cameron.

“What? No! I’m not going to drink anything from that.” Cameron called out, recoiled as the stone was presented to him.

“No, no. It’s not that,” His mom assured him. “Lily loves you dear. You don’t understand just how deeply she loves you. You’re her anchor to this world, her reasoning in this chaotic mess, her northstar for her be anything close to human. Cameron… You are her link to humanity.”

“No mom, no. This is… all of this is too much!” Cameron grimaced. His mother was now saying he was some chosen one? That he was here to guide his super powerful sister and be her compass? This sounds like a badly written super story! He moaned internally.

“Cameron, I’m serious. She listens to you, she cares for you. You’ve seen what she will do to make you happy. Why do you think she has done all of this? She cares for you and only you, but… She doesn’t have any guidance.” His mom left a silent pause for her words to sink in. “Cameron. If you take this stone, you’re not just being her brother. You can stop her from getting more than what she can handle, and you can decide what will happen to this.”

“Mom… It’s - This is crazy. I’m not a guardian for some magical stone that makes people super humans, I’m a college grad, I’m… I’m not in some fantasy story or the hero. I’m Cameron. I’m just over the legal age to drink for crying out loud!” Cameron stood up. Had he not seen what his sister could do since she started her development, he would have feared that his mother had gone insane, become addicted to cosmetic surgery and tried to have an intervention done.

Yet now… After seeing his sister become a billionaire overnight, become so tall that she had to hunch down just to be in a room, develop so much muscle she’d shame muscle-kink artists online - OH! - And she had a massive cock big enough to swallow a man’s leg! Everything was possible and plausible now when she’s involved.

“Cameron. This is serious. You know Lily is in the living room right now. She’s afraid to talk to you. She’s lost without you.” she held the rock before Cameron, she looked at him. Not pleadingly… It - it seemed like she would accept whatever decision he would make. “You’re more mature than you think. You’re the right man for this and Lily will respect and listen to you.”

Cameron’s arms felt like lead. He tentatively took the stone. It felt heavier. He felt gravity making him sink back to his bed, not allowing him to bounce as much from the springs as before. His mother said something. It didn’t seem to matter to Cameron anymore. He stared ahead, looking through his mother as she stopped talking, taking the hint he was processing this as she stood up and left.

This is it? I’m now Lily’s guardian? I’m her Jimmy Cricket? What… How… Why? He thought, his feelings conflicted as he tried to understand how he had gotten to this point, yet here he was. Sitting with the stone that made his sister into a superhuman. A cartoon superheroine. An author’s favourite. A god damn Mary Sue!

“Alright. Let’s - lets at least talk to her.” Cameron said. He wasn’t going to live in his room forever, so… Might as well go and face the music. He stood up and began walking out of his room, navigating the shell-blasted corridor towards the gaping hole that had replaced the door to their living room.

Lily sat on the remains of the couch, her otherwise enthralling face showed signs of having cried immensely. Her eyes reddened and signs of tears had run down her face, though despite all of this, her beauty still held, somehow looking cute with the signs of having poured her heart out. Her otherworldly keister had shattered the couch, the sheer weight crushing the cushions flat, the springs had all but given up and deformed and the structure of the couch itself had crumbled and splintered altogether. At her side was the other Lily soothing the one that sat. Or was that the original? They were carbon copies of one another so it was impossible to tell.

The other Lily was busy running two of her four arms along the three to four man wide back of the other. The remaining two caressed the distraught Lily’s hair and ran up and down the immensely thick upper arm. The mood between the two clones(?) emanates from within the room itself. The lights were dimmer, flickering even, the colours more faded and washed out, signs of their tears had done great water damage to the poor floor carpet, and the mood of the once happy room where Lily and Cameron played their video games now seemed to be muted… Like a fading happy memory.

As Cameron entered the room, three noises, that he was intimately familiar with, started becoming louder as he appeared before Lily. The churning and gurgling of Lily’s immense cum storing balls were once again increasing their unnatural production cycle to make nothing but the most virile and aggressive sperms for Cameron. The numerous uteruses created avalanches of indestructible eggs, all pouring down, fighting one another to be at the forefront to receive any of the highly sought-after Cammy-Sperm. The slushing milky waves within her gargantuan bosom pushed and thrusted as hard as they could, wanting to break the dam and fly freely out of Lily’s teats, likely at the power of a magnitude 10 tsunami.

Both sets of eyes rose as their natural motherly instincts kicked in. Both knew Cameron was near, and they held their breath.

“Hey.” Cameron started. The Lily who sat on the now pulverised couch gave a wave, smiling back to him, while the other placed her four hands around the sitting Lily, giving a small tug just before the sitting sister would have pounced forward towards Cameron, like a puppy seeing its owner again.

“Uhm- Lily. Could you- uhm… Why are there two of you?” He asked, looking between the clones. One looked regal, authoritative, almost like she was trying to look down her nose at him, though with features of maturity, care and a sense of superiority for his benefit that it was all… It was all oxymoronic and calling out Lily as the more decisive one. The other looked at Cameron with such care, unfiltered love, and although she had the exact same features as the regal one, everything was pronounced in such a way that they were there to please him above all else.

“Oh! Right- uhm” the sitting Lily said, looking up at the other Lily. “She’s… Me? But she’s the part of me that is… well you know… Strong, decisive, she- Uhm.”

“Okay, okay, I get it, though it is kind of hard to tell you apart, you’re looking like clones and-” before Cameron could say anything further, the comforting Lily’s hair shifted from a shining golden mane to a fiery redhead.

“There. I think red hair suits me better.” She said simply, while the golden-haired Lily looked up, smiling at her, briefly causing a sudden flash to stun Cameron.

Blinking his vision back into focus, he looked back at the two. At least now he could tell the difference between them. “Okay, uhm. So- Uhm- Why did Red Haired Lily come out? I mean-”

“I know when skanks try to make moves on you, Cameron.” Red Lily said, her tone glistening with malicious glee as she smirked. “I make sure that the other women know that you deserve MUCH better than those low-lifes. I am simply looking out for you young man. I helped make sure that we always had capital, influence and that those pesky laws don’t interfere or bother with us or you.”

“Wha- What?” Cameron stammered at the blunt response.

“That’s right. I am the one that makes the decisions around here that are for your protection, dear brother.” She continued, smiling enough for her glistening teeth to show, though there was no flashing brightness from her.

“Uhm- Lily, I… I don’t understand.” Cameron said, looking towards Gold Lily.

“Cammie-boo… What Red is trying to say is... I- it’s really hard,” she said, her boulder-sized shoulders slumping down like she was afraid of what she was about to say. “It’s so hard being this. I love you so much. I really do, and what you need is to be happy but it’s just… So many women want to just. Take you. So Red is here to protect you and I want to be your… You know.”

Cameron blinked, “Wait, what? What do you mean so many women want me? I don’t have time to date, I’ve… I’m needed here. For you.”

In unison, the two Lily’s cocked their heads as they looked at Cameron with adoring eyes. “Awww!” “Awww!”

Whether it was unconditional love being sent his way, the powerful x-ray/ heat-ray-firing/ cosmic-universe-holding eyes, or the fact that he just learned that he was a desired man by women. Cameron felt a slight blush come on him. He felt like a teen again, just learning that his crush might have feelings for him too

“Cammie?” Gold Lily spoke after a brief pause.

“Yeah?” He looked back, first to Gold than to Red.

“Can we talk? You said you wanted to talk when dinner ended.”

Cameron sighed. “Yeah, uhm. Listen Lily. Both of you-” As he spoke both sets of ears perked up, standing at their highest attention to hear every decibel of his voice, any frequency, pattern or tone would be taken in by his two god-like sisters.

“Things have changed. It’s been- uhm- kinda crazy. Things are moving so quickly that I can’t keep up.” He saw Gold nod her head in understanding while Red cocked her head, narrowing her eyes in an uncertain state. “I think we need to slow it down. It’s hard for me to keep up, and I worry- I worry that it will come to a speed where I can’t be there for you. I don’t know it’s just- It’s hard to explain I-”

“Oh no no, I understand. You’re afraid that we will hit a momentum where you can’t get off without causing yourself great harm and being with us, we will just hit a speed where your skin will-” before Red could continue Gold interjected.

“Okay! I think we get the picture. Geez, Red!”

“What? He couldn’t find the words to explain it himself. I’m just helping.” Red defended herself, her eyes narrowing down on Gold.

“Yeah, but like- do you have to be that graphic? C’mon, he just recovered from our dinner and us scaring him half to ****, don’t scare him now of all time. We wouldn’t do that Cammie, I swear. Right?” she looked at Red sternly.

“Right.”

“Uhm- Okay.” Cameron said as the attention returned from his sisters to him. “Can we talk about this though? I mean, Lily. Both of you, I suppose. You’re now my boss, my sister, you own the bank I have my money in, you’re my landlady and -”

Both sisters seemed to smile, Gold looking dreamily back at Cameron as he listed off all the places they would be together at while Red’s eyes narrowed with lust as the listing gave her a kick. Whatever the reasoning of the sisters, Cameron wasn’t making the point he had hoped for, the list was just giving them the exact reason they wanted. To be with him.

“Now, you’re also my parents. Lily, it’s… It’s weird for me.” Cameron finished. He looked at the two realising his little speech had fallen on semi-deaf ears. “God damn it.”

“Cameron. I think we need to talk about something else.” Red looked down at Gold.

“Yeah. Uhm… We kind of wanted that.” Gold admitted, her face twisting cutely like she was admitting to a small white lie. “We don’t see it as a bad thing because- uhm-because…”

Cameron looked at Gold than to Red, then back at Gold. Red sighed, mildly frustrated, “Because we don’t see everyone else as your equal.”

“What does that mean?” Cameron asked, though deep down, he knew the answer.

“Cammie-bear… We love you. Mom and dad are okay, but… Ever since we got this-” She motioned to the inhumanly shaped and evolutionary anomaly that was their body. “We kind of had a hard time connecting with people. I mean… We know them really well, like- one look and it’s like we can read their entire history, personality, wants and needs it’s just… It’s ch1ld’s play to make them do what we want.”

“Now more than ever before. We don’t even need to be near them. We can just-” Red snapped her finger. Moans, cries and flesh slapping sounds suddenly erupted from their parents bedroom, echoing fiercely throughout the shattered house. “That’s every one of age within twelve blocks of us that are now having feral sex.”

“Lily- Just- What the fuck?!” Cameron called as he looked with horror towards his sisters.

“Cameron, Red made sure that she only did it to those of legal age. She’s not doing anything you wouldn’t approve of. And no- we’re not having people see things that they shouldn’t.” Gold said, looking at Cameron. “The point being Cameron that It’s- it’s hard. People aren’t people to me anymore. It’s like… It’s like playing house. Lots of dolls, and I make the story. No one really says no to me. Except you.”

Cameron looked down at his hand. The stone clutched in his hands as he focused on Gold as she continued to speak. “Like. I know you think what happened to mom and dad isn’t right nuy, I just don’t… Get why. To me, they wanted to be free of parenthood, so I made them what they wanted, so you could be with me.”

Silence fell between the siblings again. The only true sound that was breaking it was the carnal, hedonistic sounds of their parents though Red snapped her finger again resulting in a clear cry of orgasmic bliss erupting before it fell quiet again.

Mom wasn’t joking. I need to be with Lily. She can’t see what she’s doing because to her, it’s not the same anymore. He thought as he looked up at his sisters. She really can’t control herself, and it’s not even her fault.

“Okay, Lily. We need to set some ground rules,” Cameron said, looking back down to the rock. His choice of words now bears a heavier burden than ever before. “Here’s what I think we should do.”