The First Witness

Down the hall, Kenzie is at her desk, her charcoal pencil snapping against the paper. Suddenly, the silence of the house is pierced. Your essence coils around her ears, amplifying her hearing until the walls seem to disappear. She doesn't just hear the words; she feels the vibration of Chloe’s command.

Show me how well he works.

Kenzie’s heart hammers a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She stands, her movements jerky and dreamlike. She is drawn to the hallway, her bare feet silent on the carpet. She sees it—the door to Chloe’s room, pushed open just a sliver by an invisible hand.

She reaches the gap and freezes.

Through the sliver of light, Kenzie sees everything. Her sister is presiding over a scene of raw, animalistic subjugation. She sees Jessica’s head dip low, her back arching as she focuses entirely on the Jasdon. She sees the muscles in his thighs corded and straining, his fingers digging into the mattress as he tries to obey the command to remain still.

It’s real. The mirror wasn't a lie. Chloe... she looks like a goddess. And Jason... he looks like he’s being broken. I shouldn't be looking, but my skin... it’s so tight. It hurts. I want to be in there. No, I want to be right here. I want to see everything.

You pulse your Essence into her, a wave of heat that starts at the base of her spine and floods downward. Kenzie’s breath hitches. Her back hits the hallway wall for support. Her hand moves instinctively, sliding beneath the emerald-green silk of her shorts. She finds herself, her fingers moving in a desperate, slick rhythm that matches the sounds coming from the room.

Inside the room, Jason is lost in a delirium of pleasure and confusion. His head thrashes back against the pillow, his eyes fluttering open as he gasps for air. In his heightened state, his gaze drifts toward the door.

He freezes.

Through the narrow gap, he sees her. He sees Kenzie, her face flushed a deep, bruised crimson, her eyes wide and locked onto his. He sees her hand moving rhythmically beneath her shorts.

The shock of being watched by his girlfriend’s "innocent" sister should make him pull away, but instead of hiding, he arches his back, his eyes locking onto Kenzie’s with a desperate, silent plea. He doesn't stop. He can't stop. He performs for her, his movements becoming more frantic, more explosive, fueled by the illicit thrill of the witness.

Jessica feels the shift in his body. She doesn't need to look at the door to know the house is feeding. She reaches up, her fingers digging into Jason’s hips, anchoring him as she continues her work, her eyes never leaving Chloe’s triumphant face.