"SNAP"

Dara had passed the morning away with her neighbors and was standing at the door after escorting them out. The time spent with her neighbors had been pleasant and welcome, but it had also interfered with her planned chores for the household, as she valued making the house warm and welcoming for the two men in her life. Nonetheless, she was determined and focused enough to make sure everything was in proper order before they arrived home. The customary departure hugs and air kisses were exchanged once again as Dara stood in the doorway watching them make their way to the sidewalk.

As she turned, her eyes fell upon the Erikson house and the nightmare from the previous night flooded her brain. She was sure she saw a curtain move, but dismissed it, as there should be no one in the house. Colin at school, and his parents at work. Nevertheless, it caused a shiver to run along her spine. The memories of her nightmare replayed themselves, causing her heart to race, and her hands to tremble. 'It was just a bad dream,' she tried to convince herself. 'Mind control?' Still thinking to herself, Gracie Yang's words hung like a veiled curtain. 'They're up to no good!' Finally breaking free from her self-induced trance, Dara turned back into her house. "Such silly nonsense," Dara blurted audibly to no one but herself.

Dara sighed and decided to start on the household chores. Padding up the carpeted steps to the second floor, she entered the master bedroom and opted to start there. Clean both bathrooms, bedrooms, make the beds, vacuum, start the laundry and then move downstairs, where she would continue cleaning and begin to make dinner. That was the task list Dara had set for herself this Monday. The neighbors had put her behind schedule, but Dara knew she could easily accomplish her goals.

She had stepped into the bathroom when suddenly the familiar loud snapping noise filled her head. Dara froze, partially in panic, partially unable to move a single limb. She was facing the counter length mirror, staring at herself, as if watching from a disembodied entity. She watched in abject horror as the image in the mirror smiled back, slipping the straps from her shoulders, the light sundress easily flitting to the floor at her ankles, exposing the large breasts, heaving with each breath she took. Fingertips traced the puckering ovals of darkened flesh as the nipples hardened into erect pillars atop the mountain. A brief flash of euphoria erupted as fingers pinched, pulled, and twisted each nipple. Hands moving of their own will began mauling and kneading the ripe melons, flesh giving way to the strong hands testing the pliability and firmness of each one. An audible moan of appreciation escaped from the image, filling Dara's ears, fueling the flickering flame that had ignited within.

Panic was now turning to dread as Dara watched the image in the mirror proceed even further, hands moving along her taut abdomen, down over her shaved mound, and between her parting thighs. The heat in the room felt as if it were increasing, the bared flesh turning shades of red as a knowing moistness spilled into her palms. Obscured by the counter, the image easily lifted it's right leg, planting the foot upon the counter. Dara's mind was screaming in horror as the image blatantly and proudly displayed the engorged flowered folds of her pussy, already glistening with anticipation. Unable to control her muscles, Dara watched helplessly as two fingers from the right hand were thrust between the sodden folds, while fingers from her left hand exposed and diddled her budding clit.

Dara's mind was screaming for this to stop, while the image in the mirror was screaming for it to continue as the building climax was nearing. The audible cries drowned out the torturing pleas from Dara's brain, and shortly thereafter the image in the mirror exploded with a cataclysmic orgasm, leaving Dara quaking and gasping for breath.

Dara collapsed atop the counter, her face mashed against the mirror, seemingly kissing the smiling reflection in a post-coital bliss.