Three resolutions made

Both Torres women noticed something odd about Alejandro at dinner that night. He wasn’t speaking just massaging his throat and sipping water. When he did participate in the dinner conversation he did so in murmurs and an incline of his head. It was weird but not altogether noteworthy.

Elena for her part talked about business, and Raquel rubbed her legs together, and daydreamed. Elena finally addressed Alejandro directly.

“So, my love, I saw another bill for that Perfections clinic. Did you have something else done?”

Raquel perked up. Alejandro had been to the clinic? He had started working out and had always been tall, but his gains had been Alpha gains? Did he also have a…

“Oh, yeah, sorry about that mamá, something Jesse bullied me into getting, but I think it was a waste of money.”

Both women gripped the table as hard as they could. Elena almost toppling out of her chair and Raquel caught herself from slipping to the floor. His voice! Like an ocean, a storm, a lullaby. Elena gripped the wood so hard it creaked, it felt like a ropes around her wrists, and her husband’s hands on her head. She instinctively fought it hard, resisting. Raquel was not so strong and came with a little whimper instead.

Alejandro stood in shock. “Wow! Are you guys alright?” His voice was concerned; it cracked as it rose in pitch. The spell was broken. Elena felt the downward pressure on her spine let up and Raquel did her best to sit up straight again.

“Honey, Alex, what did you have done?” Elena asked breathing heavily.

Alejandro was nervous and his voice kept cracking as the words spilled out. “I don’t know! It was Jesse’s idea. A deep voice mod. Something to make me a little sexier.” He whined, ashamed.

“A little sexier?” Elena asked incredulously but Alejandro missed her meaning.

“I mean! I’m sorry. It was expensive, I can get it undone!”

“No!” Raquel shouted.

Elena nodded her head after a while. Her brain slowly processing. “Your sister is right. What’s done is done. Enjoy your… voice.”

Alejandro left the table in a hurry. Somehow he had hurt the women he loved with this weird mod. What had Jesse got him into? He would have to find a way to undo it or control it.

Elena watched him leave. Whatever that was it was dangerous, some part of her deep down, an ancient part of her that still remembered being prey for a man shuddered. She would have to avoid whatever it was he had done to himself until she learned how to resist it.

Raquel gripped her utensils until her fingers turned white. Resolution filled her. She was going to fuck her brother. She wanted to sit on his face while he hummed that voice into her erased mind. If he’d have her. She’d do anything for him to have her. Anything.