A Set Up

Sarah desperately tried to come up with an idea before her brother disappeared into his room for the rest of the day. At this point, she wasn’t even thinking about how wrong this was, just that she needed to do it .

Sarah turned on her heels and opened the cupboard. It was mostly full, aside from the top shelf as her mother couldn’t quite reach there. Before her brother could see, she grabbed the flour and placed it on the highest shelf. She pushed on the flour and it skidded back, too far for her to reach and the perfect excuse.

“Mike,” she called to her brother, her voice shaking slightly. “Can you grab the flour for me? I’m thinking about making pancakes.”

Mike hummed at the thought of fluffy pancakes and slowly made his way towards Sarah. She knew he was too tired to question that the flour was separate from the rest of the cooking supplies or that she hadn’t moved to allow him the proper room to reach for it.

Mike blinked tiredly as he stood behind Sarah. Sarah made herself as small as possible. Making sure her legs and arms were pressed tightly to her body. Mike reached up, his hand patting the wood of the shelf as he tried to find the flour. His chest was pressed against her back and through their thin clothes, she felt it.

Firm, long, warm and definitely real.

But this wasn’t enough for the incubi that was infecting her mind. In fact, this plan was working perfectly. Sarah now knew this was real. She could fell it’s warmth and yet she couldn’t touch it with her own hands.

‘If this is real, then what does it feel like?’

The idea had been planted and now it could see the twisted thoughts already swimming through her mind. Of holding it. Stroking it. The weight of it in her hands.

The incubi chuckled as it felt it’s powers, and it’s hold over the family was that little bit stronger.