Wylas' Tale: She leads him to his sleeping sister's room first

"That's good, sweetie. I need you to come with me, first, and I promise you'll get everything you want." Wylas' mother stroked his penis again. His balls were beginning to hurt, just needing that one extra bit of release.

"Come with you...?" Wylas' confused, lust-filled mind didn't understand as his mother led him, by her grip on his penis, out of his room. He kicked off his stubborn trousers along the way. They turned at the next room in the upstairs hallway - Selesta's room.

Dumbly, Wylas found himself facing his sleeping sister, with his mother's body behind him, slowly stroking him. As horny as he was, he was also confused now, pulled a little bit out of the moment.

"M-Mom?!? What are we doing here?!?" Wylas said in his lowest whisper.

"You don't have to whisper. A stampede wouldn't wake her. I... put a little something in her wine, for you."

Wylas turned, facing his mother, his hard penis still in her hand. "For me? I don't understand. You... drugged her?"

"Shhh," Wylas' mother smiled mysteriously and led him over, beside Selesta's bed. She lifted up the sheets. Selesta was completely naked underneath. Wylas tried to turn away, but his mother's grip on his penis was stronger than ever, and didn't let him go. To Wylas' horror, and unwitting excitement, his mother leaned down and stroked her sleeping daughter's mostly-flat breasts, caressing them. She lightly stroked Selesta's hair out of her face, revealing her delicate, freckled features. Her shoulders were also freckled. Wylas swallowed at the image in front of him, his sleeping, naked twin being presented by his mother.

In his innocence, Wylas had never even imagined something so utterly strange, to incredibly arousing as a woman touching another like that. And his sister... she was beautiful. His hormones calmed him slightly, he was too aroused to fight completely, to think clearly.

"She... she's asleep. She's my sister, my twin. I can't... it would be rape and..." Wylas looked his mother in the eyes. She was looking at him caringly, sympathetically, with her beautiful eyes.

"It's okay, I understand. I don't want to force you into anything you don't want. But just think for a moment..." Wylas's mother slid off of his sister's bed and kneeled in front of him, kissing his smooth, hairless balls lightly, "Do you know why I'm doing this for you? Why I want you so bad?"

Wylas, tears in his eyes, mother kneeling in front of him, shook his head. He was beyond confused.

"I realized today, when you saw me, that you're a man now. The man of the house, Wylas. And I need a man. Selesta is going to need a man. I just want you to be happy, and you won't be happy until you're treated like a man. Do you understand?"

Wylas didn't, not really, but it helped a little anyway. It was something to latch on to, some kind of explanation.

"Without your father with us, without him to teach you to be a man these last years, it's going to be up to me to help you become a man." Wylas' mother licked his balls hard now. He groaned. "The only way I can do that, is by being a woman for you. Your woman. And as your woman... I'm willing to get you anything that this guy wants," Alisiyah's finger tapped his hard cock, "even my daughter."

Wylas' mother pushed his butt slightly, moving him forward, towards the bed, bringing back the image of his slim, lovely sister, "Don't worry, it's not anything bad. She won't remember a thing, won't feel a thing except maybe in a pleasant, sexy dream. You're not hurting her... right? So what's the harm?"

She was standing behind Wylas again, her hands caressing his slim chest and thighs, whispering in his ear. "It's time to be a man, son. Claim what you want. We are both yours, tonight. Anything at all, I'll do it all for you. All you have to do is tell me, tell your mother what you really want to do to her and your sister. What you want me to do to you, and to my daughter." Wylas' mother shivered again, at her own words; in anticipation of Wylas admitting to his mother how far he would take this, even as far as raping his sister in front of her eyes. With her watching. With her touching him, loving him.

And, unknown to him, screaming inwardly, going mad from her inability to stop him, or herself.