No! He does not

"No?" She grinned. "Suit yourself."

With a flick of her wrist, her entire body dissolved into smoke, vanishing into the air like she had never been there at all.

Nathan was left standing in the hallway flabbergasted, staring at his ‘wife’, while his ‘girlfriend’ waited in his bedroom.

Nathan barely had time to process what had just happened when his bedroom door swung open.

Jessica came skipping out, dressed in nothing but her bra and underwear, her toned, perky body on full display as she stretched her arms above her head. She yawned lazily, completely at ease, as though this was just another morning after spending the night in her boyfriend’s bed.

Her golden-blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the hallway light, and she gave Nathan a sultry, knowing smile before flicking her gaze toward the other figure standing nearby.

She froze. For the first time since her transformation, Jessica hesitated. But it wasn’t the hesitation of someone realizing something was wrong.

No—Jessica’s brows merely arched, and after a brief pause and her eyes flashing purple, she simply accepted what she saw. Her lips twisted into a smug smirk as she tilted her head at Cassandra.

"I see your useless, boring wife is here too," she said, her tone dripping with disinterest. Her perfectly manicured fingers toyed with a stray lock of hair as she exhaled dramatically. "Hi, Cassie."

Nathan’s stomach twisted into knots.

Jessica wasn’t here when Sienna was transformed.

And yet, somehow, she knew. Knew without needing to be told.

Like this reality—this twisted nightmare—had always existed in her mind.

Meanwhile, Sienna—no, ‘Cassandra’—remained perfectly composed.

She turned her head toward Jessica, her gentle housewife smile never wavering.

"I didn’t know Miss Jessica was visiting," she said sweetly. Her voice was soft, warm—filled with affection only an extremely doting wife could have for her husband’s mistress. "Should I set the table for three? Or..."

Her expression didn’t change.

Her voice remained light.

Yet the words that followed sent ice straight into Nathan’s veins.

"...Would you rather I join in on whatever you guys have planned?", she said with a playful smirk.

Jessica pressed against him from behind, her lips finding his neck as her fingers ran through his hair. Her voice, sultry and teasing, sent a shiver down his spine.

“Mmm, you’re so tense, babe,” she murmurs, tugging at his shirt. “That’s no fun.”

Nate swallows hard, his body betraying him even as his mind reels. This isn’t right. None of this is right. Jessica shouldn’t even be here—Margaret should be standing in front of him, her warm, motherly smile offering cookies. Instead, she’s transformed, twisted into a giggling bimbo who doesn’t remember ever being anything else.

And then there’s his sister.

She stood near the doorway, her hands clasped in front of her, watching him with patient, devoted eyes. Her hair styled, her posture poised, her soft smile perfectly practiced. Everything about her—the way she moves, the way she speaks—was not his sister anymore.

“Darling, do you want me to pour you a drink?” Sienna asked sweetly. “Or would you like me to make some snacks for you and Jessica?”

Jessica rolls her eyes. “God, you’re so old-fashioned, Cassie. Do whatever you want” She turned her attention back to Nate, still pressing her body against his. “Come on, why are we standing around talking? We should be having fun.”

Nate clenches his fists. This was going too far. He had to fix this.

“Jessica,” he says firmly, pulling back. “You’re not—you don’t belong here. You’re not—”

She pouted. “Babe, what are you even saying?” Glancing down at her barely-there outfit she giggled. “God, I look hot. No wonder you’re all flustered.”

No. This isn’t right.

And yet, as he looked between them, something in his mind flickered.

Sienna sighed, walking toward him. “Sweetheart, you’re being so tense. I don’t understand what’s bothering you.” Reaching up to cup his cheek, looking up at him with her soft, loving eyes. “You’re home. We’re here. Isn’t that what matters?”

He stiffens. The words echo in his head, and for just a second, he feels it. That slip, that momentary lapse.

Wasn’t this how things always were?

He blinks, shaking the thought away. No. No, it wasn’t.

But it was getting harder to hold onto.

Jessica giggled and leaned in further. He could feel her warmth pressed against his. “Stop talking idiot, who turns down two willing sluts who just want to please their man? Maybe Cassie and I should take care of that for you?”

The way she said it, so casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world was suffocating.

Selene’s words almost seemed to manifest in his mind, "The more you play along, the harder it gets to remember what was real."

He had to fight this. He has to resist.

Jessica's fingers trailed down his chest. Cassandra’s hands landed on his arms. Their warmth, their touch—was intoxicating.

How much can a man resist?

Jessica pressed against him, her body flush with his, her hips grinding into him with a deliberate, teasing rhythm. Her lips found his neck, hot and wet, sucking lightly at his skin before her teeth grazed the sensitive spot just below his ear.

Her fingers raked through his hair, tugging hard enough to make him gasp, and her other hand slid down his chest, nails scraping through the fabric of his shirt. Her voice was low, sultry, and dripping with intent as she whispered, “Mmm, you’re so hot, babe.” Her hand slipped lower, fingers toying with the waistband of his pants. “I want some cock.”

Nate swallowed hard, his body betraying him as heat surged through him, pooling low in his gut. His mind screamed at him to push her away, to stop this madness, but the way she touched him—confident, possessive, like she owned him—made it impossible to think straight.

Just as he was finding his courage to pull Jessica off her, he felt his sister’s lips meet his as she pressed into his body from the front.

The room was thick with heat—though whether it was the warmth of tangled bodies or the suffocating weight of Nate’s spiraling thoughts, he couldn’t tell.

Jessica was draped over him like she had every right to be there, her body pressing insistently into his. While Sienna was kissing him in a way no brother ever wants to be kissed by his sister.

The contrast was insane. One girl, a giggling, bimbo full of desire; the other, composed, domestic, the perfect housewife.

And both of them were looking at him like he belonged to them.

Selene had done this. Was she really that bad?

She had twisted their minds, shaped them into something absurd, something obscene—and yet, sitting here, Nate could feel the slow crawl of something dangerous inside himself. A question slithered to the forefront of his mind, insidious in its simplicity.

Did it matter?

If they weren’t themselves anymore, if they had no memory of what came before, then was it even wrong? Jessica wasn’t Margaret. Sienna wasn’t his sister. The people they used to be had been erased—this was who they were now.

Selene’s laughter echoed in his mind, silky and knowing. "You’re starting to get it, aren’t you?"

Nate swallowed hard, fingers twitching against Jessica’s skin as Sienna tilted her head at him expectantly.

"You don’t have to fight it. Just enjoy it. I’m giving you everything you never knew you wanted." Selene’s voice was persistent.

A sharp knock at the door made them all freeze.