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Chapter 2 : A Normal Family Life

When I arrived in the kitchen, my mother was getting stuff out from the fridge to start cooking dinner.

I made a few steps without really knowing what to say or what to do, my heart beating really fast in my chest.

I knew the ring had worked so far and that uncle Tim said people would see nothing wrong with any of its effects, but this was my first time actually using it and I couldn’t be one hundred percent sure that he was right or even that I had used it properly.

After a moment, my mother turned around and noticed me here. She smiled.

“Hey honey. Is everything alright?” She asked me, putting vegetables on the counter.

“I… hm... “ I mumbled. “Yeah. Everything is alright.”

She nodded and got back into cooking dinner.

“I’m going to make us something nice tonight. It’s been a while since I cooked you all a proper meal.” She said.

“Mum?” I called. “About what happened in my room… With Emily…”

“Oh honey! Don’t worry about that.” She replied. “I think it’s very kind of you to help her with… well… you know.”

“I’m not sure I do.”

My mother walked to the door and looked into the corridor, like she was making sure we were alone.

“Well… I mean… It’s pretty obvious that she’s unhappy about her sexuality. Even if she hasn’t said anything I think everyone knows about it.” She explained. “You know I like to consider our family open-minded, and her best shot at becoming what she wants is probably to act a bit… slutty… for a little while. I can’t say it’s conventional but I love her and I’m ready to support her if that’s what she needs to be happy. I think it’s really brave of you to help her with that considering that you’re… Well… Her brother. I’ll make sure to knock next time.”

This was absolutely crazy. My mother not only was ok with what was going on between her children, but she thought it was for the best.

But… Wait! How in the hell could she know about our conversation. How could she know about Emily being a lesbian and her needing to be a slut to become straight ? This didn’t even make any sense.

And then, I remembered something uncle Tim wrote in the letter : “Surprisingly, everyone else, even people who were not present when you spoke, will also find it obvious and will often explain it in similar ways”

That was it. Anything I would make true would be obvious. When I made her a lesbian I made it obvious that she was one, and when I suggested she needed to act like a slut to become straight it became obvious in the same way.

But did this mean that everyone would forever find it obvious that she was a lesbian acting slutty to become straight? Well… probably.

I was as horrified as I was aroused by the idea of her acting this way while everyone knew damn well that she was playing the part. But since I made her a lesbian, was there any chance she would ever become straight because I said she could?

My thoughts were interrupted when Emily entered the kitchen, wearing her pajamas again.

She winked at me, kissed my mother on the cheek and walked toward me.

And then… she simply sat on my lap.

“So what are we eating tonight?” She asked, while slowly rubbing her ass on my crotch.

“Oh I was thinking about making a vegetable pie” Replied my mother.

“Sounds good!” said Emily.

Then, she moved her head closer to mine and whispered in my ear : “My ass is still covered with your cum, big brother. Oh and I know a pie you can enjoy whenever you want!”

That was it. I was rock hard again, and my sister did not fail to notice it.

Could I go for a second round, here, in the kitchen, with my mother cooking dinner?

I had no more doubts about the extent of the powers of the ring.

“Mom”. I asked. “You don’t mind Emily and me having sex in front of you while you cook, do you?”

My mother turned around and smiled again. “Of course not, honey! ”

Emily moaned and while still rubbing herself against me she grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me with passion.

“I’m your fuck toy big brother.” She said.

“Then why don’t you kneel in front of me and start with a handjob like I showed you earlier?” I asked

She froze and looked at me like I had said something crazy. Something was wrong.

“Hm…” Mumbled Emily. “Lewis. You can fuck me anyway you want, but I thought I made it pretty clear that I was your sister and the handjob was a one time thing.”

What the hell was going on? Did the ring stop working?

“Oh… ok…” I said. “Could you give me a blowjob then?”

My sister smiled again. “Of course I can!”. She grabbed my dick but seemed very careful not to stroke it in any way. “But no handjob!”. She then wrapped her lips around my shaft and started working on it. She was definitely getting better at it.

But yet I couldn’t really enjoy myself without understanding what was going on.

Could it be because of something I said? I tried very hard to remember everything from the moment she entered my bedroom until now.

Shit! I got it! She told me it was a one time thing and… I said it was, making it true.

Emily would never, ever, give me a handjob again.

It wasn’t that much of a deal, she definitely had other ways of pleasuring me, but I had to be really careful. It was the second big mistake I made with the ring in less than an hour. How bad could it become if I didn’t pay enough attention to what I was saying while wearing it?

Then I snapped out of it. I was butt naked in the kitchen, with my beautiful sister sucking my dick enthusiastically while my mother was cooking right next to us. I moaned.

I grabbed her hair and pulled, hard. In less than a minute I couldn’t hold it anymore and blew my load in her mouth.

She gulped but did not try to escape it. She gave me another wicked smile and licked my dick clean like it was the most delicious thing in the world. I could see her gag, probably disgusted, but she was doing her best, pretending she was enjoying it.

“What the hell is going on here?” Shouted someone.

It was Paul, my father, standing on the doorstep.

Shit.

“Hey honey!” Said my mother. “It’s fine. I said it was ok.”

“Well obviously you are ok with it.” Shouted my father. “But as far as I’m concerned if they want to fuck they have to do it somwhere private!”

He still looked annoyed but visibly calmed down. He went back into the corridor to hang his coat and came back.

That was it. I only made my mother ok with us fucking in front of her. This affirmation did not affect my father. The ring was tricky to use but I was starting to understand how it worked.

“Everyone is fine about anyone having sex with anyone else anywhere in this house, not matter who’s present when it happens.” I explained.

My father looked confused for a minute. “Well of course. We are an open minded family” He said. “Sorry I don’t know what got into me. You can carry on.”

He walked to my mother and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

Then another thing I did not expect happened.

Emily looked at my deflated penis, sighed, walked seductively towards my father, grabbed him by the hips and moaned : “Daddy. I’ve been very naugthy. I think I need to be punished.” And then ran her hand along his leg, slowly moving it up.

My father blushed.

“You can go ahead Paul.” Said my mother. “Dinner won’t be ready until another hour or so.”

He nodded and smiled.

Emily laughed out of satisfaction and started unbuckling his belt.

This was a disaster. Emily was about to have sex with my father in front of us. I mean… I was fine with her fucking me, but I didn’t want her to fuck him. How could I fix this?

“Mom!” I exclaimed. “Surely you are not ok with your husband fucking his daugther?”

“Lewis!” She said. “What is wrong with you?"

She dropped her kitchenware and asked me to follow her in the living room.

“Honey. You know your sister needs this to have a chance at becoming what she wants to become.” She explained. “We should all be supporting her. I don’t want you to be jealous because your father is helping too.”

“But mom!” I said. “He’s your husband. He’s her father. You can’t be ok with him having sex with her”

I heard moaning in the background.

“Well. Obviously I am aware that this is not a conventional situation. But, this is a safe house for our family. I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable about something as natural as sex in here. If your little sister wants to have sex with your father in this house so she can work on her issues, she’s free to do so. I don’t mind it.”

“Would you mind if it happened anywhere else?” I asked, puzzled.

“Of course I would! What kind of question is that?” She exclaimed. “I don’t want my husband to cheat on me with anyone else, especially not my own daughter!”

“But…”

“I see what you are trying to say, honey, I really do, but if it happens in this house then obviously it’s done in a safe and controlled environment. As long as it is done here it is not cheating, because it is done under my acknowledgment.”

This was it. I messed up again. I said that anyone in this house would be fine with anyone fucking anyone. My parents were fine with me fucking Emily, but they were also fine with themselves fucking her. And since my sister was now acting as slutty as possible with men, even if she was my fuck toy, she would do so with my father too, as soon as I would not be available.

This was hot, in a way, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I needed to fix this, fast.

Emily was the one who would be asking for sex the most. I guess my father, now that he didn’t mind fucking her, could also try and ask for some when he felt like it. My mother was not part of the problem, she was straight as far as I knew, and my sister would only go for men from now on. Would my mother feel like having sex with me thought?

I couldn’t change things that would make it not fine for them to be fucking, because that would contradict what I made true earlier. So I could not tell them they didn’t want to do it or they were disgusted at the idea of having sex together.

Damn, this was a nightmare!

This whole situation was fine for them but only in the house. Maybe we could move out?

Shit that was too complicated. I needed to find a simpler solution.

I walked back into the kitchen and covered my eyes when I found my father banging Emily on the dinner table. My mother got back at cooking like everything was fine.

I had an idea.

“Hey!” I said. “Emily, mom, dad, you never even think about having any sexual intercourse together. If the thought even pop in your mind it’s gone as soon as it appears, before you can act on it.”

“What ?” Said my father, visibly confused. Emily and him just stopped moving. They quickly got back on their feet, looking completely unaware of what they had been doing. They put their clothes back on.

Emily sat down at the kitchen table. My father simply walked out. They were red and sweaty but apart from that it was like nothing happened.

I sighted, relieved. All was finally well. They would never again even think about having sex together.

Fuck! I realised what I had done. My father would no longer fuck Emily but he wouldn’t fuck my mother either…

Did it matter? Were they still sexually active at the end of their fifties anyway?

I was too tired from that crazy evening to think about it now. That was a problem for another time.

I sat down at the table and massaged my temples. I looked at my finger.

I loved that ring, and I couldn’t wait for how it would change the rest of my life but damn it wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I was pretty scared of the unexpected circumstances of saying the wrong thing without even realizing it.

Then, suddenly, I felt something on my leg, moving up to my crotch. I looked down and saw Emily’s bare foot, brushing against it. I turned toward her, sitting in front of me. She was biting her lips.

Fuck she really was now only interested in acting like a slut. She’d made me cum twice in an hour and didn’t seem like she was going to stop, ever.

I loved it, don’t take me wrong, but I’m not a machine. I needed some rest to enjoy myself again later. The way things were going, she wasn’t about to leave me alone anytime soon.

“Emily?” I asked.

“Yes big brother.” She moaned.

“Can I speak with you in private?”

She gave me a crazy smile and nodded.

She followed me up the stairs into my room.

I barely had time to close the door that she had already taken her clothes off again and was ready to jump on me.

“Wait a minute!” I ordered.

She stopped and just looked at me with as much lust in her eyes as she could fake.

“You’re only in the mood for sex when I’m in the mood for it too.” I said.

“What?” She mumbled. She looked confused.

Was I pushing the ring too far? I was literally asking her to read my mind, wasn’t I? This couldn’t work. And now that I thought about it. I couldn’t ask her to be in the mood for it, since she was obviously faking it, and that was a truth I couldn’t modify.

I needed control over this. Over her.

Maybe there was something else I could try.

I didn’t say that she was always going to act like a slut, I only said she’d do her best at that. But what if she simply couldn’t do it all the time?

“Emily. If I snap my fingers in front of you you forget about acting like a slut until I do it a second time, and so on.”

She looked scared all of a sudden.

“Please!” She begged. “I need this! If you make me stop I’ll never…”

Tears were coming out of her eyes.

Fuck. She desperately wanted to act like a slut, it was her life’s goal now, because she believed it would make her straight and she wanted that more than anything. She was ready to do anything for it. Now that I said I could take it away by a snap of my fingers, which became an obvious truth, she was scared I’d stop her from achieving her dreams.

Suddenly, she jumped at me, screaming, and tried to grab my hands.

She was pretty violent now. I had no idea what she’d be ready to do to stop me.

“Emily!” I shouted while trying to get free of her. “You don’t remember anything about me being able to change you by snapping my fingers.”

She looked lost for a second but did not let go of my hands. Instead, she moved them until I was holding both her boobs, and then she kissed me with passion. She was back at acting slutty. She wasn’t trying to stop me anymore.

I snapped my fingers.

She broke the kiss and seemed suddenly a lot calmer. She looked at me, and at my hands on her breast.

“Hm…” She mumbled. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

This sounded like a genuine question, not like a horny girl begging for it.

“Nope. I’m good sis.” I said, trying to smile at her.

“Oh ok then. Could you let go of my breasts?”

“Yes! Sorry!”. I replied.

She got up, took her pajamas and left the room like everything was completely normal.

I stayed on the ground for a few minutes, collecting my thoughts.

The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. I took the ring off and hid it in a drawer. I didn’t want to have to worry about making any other unplanned changes to my reality.

The whole family ate dinner and no one seemed to act out of the ordinary. Emily was back at being her old self. She probably still wasn’t. She was probably still worrying about being a lesbian but since she could not remember to act like a slut she was a lot more… normal.

I got back into my room and locked the door behind me. I read uncle Tim’s letter a few times and fell asleep, exhausted by all these crazy events.