They Head to the Mall for Some Shopping

The day passed by in a whirlwind of shopping and laughter. Rachel tried her best to push the eerie events of the night before and that morning out of her mind, focusing on the joy of spending time with her best friend, Lila. They picked out new outfits, chatted about their favorite movies, and even got lunch together. But no matter how much she tried, the image of Mr. Hugglesworth's glowing eye remained burned into the back of her thoughts.

At one point, when they were trying on clothes in a fitting room, Rachel couldn't help but notice Lila glancing at her reflection in the mirror a few times, her eyes lingering a moment too long on Rachel's body. She brushed it off the first time as a coincidence, but by the third time, Rachel felt a peculiar knot in her stomach. Lila had never shown any interest in her that way before, or any female for that matter. Rachel had always considered herself and Lila to be strictly platonic, but she couldn't ignore the way her friend's gaze kept flickering back to her.

When they returned home, Rachel's mother was nowhere to be seen, and Brian was lounging on the couch in his boxers, playing video games without a care in the world. Despite their dad being away on business until tomorrow, Rachel found it very unlikely her mother would let Brian just lounge around the house in his underwear all day.

Rachel's anger boiled over, and she couldn't help but confront him again about his behavior.

"Brian, seriously, what is wrong with you? Did you really think it was okay to hide in my closet and watch me and Lila sleep?" Rachel demanded, unable to keep her frustration bottled up any longer.

Her brother didn't look up from his game. "Chill, Rach. It was just a little fun. Besides, you guys are hot. And like Mom said, we talked it over this morning and she agrees I did nothing wrong."

"That's it!" Rachel snapped, unable to keep her temper in check. "You're not just a perv, you're a disgusting creep!"

"Whoa, Rachel, chill out!" Lila said, looking at Rachel with a hint of confusion. Rachel noticed that Lila's gaze was lingering on her again, and it was definitely not the innocent look of a friend checking out a new outfit.

"Lila, tell him he's being a perv!" Rachel pleaded, feeling more isolated than ever.

But Lila only giggled. "He's just being a typical guy, Rach. It's all in good fun. It's kind of cute." Rachel's heart sank as she watched her best friend act so unlike herself. Something was definitely wrong.

Determined to talk some sense into her family, Rachel stormed off to find her mom. She knew her mom had to be around here somewhere, she had to make her see the seriousness of the situation. Rachel marched through the hallways, her bare feet slapping against the cold tiles as she went. She reached the master bedroom and heard the faint sound of running water.

Pushing the door open slightly, Rachel saw her mom, Marge, standing in the bathroom with steam billowing around her. She was in the shower, the water cascading over her sweaty body, washing off the sweat from her afternoon run. Her usually stern mom seemed to be in a pleasant mood, as she was humming a sweet tune to herself in the shower.

Rachel felt a brief pang of guilt for interrupting, but she was too worked up to care.

"Mom, we need to talk about Brian!" Rachel called out over the running water. "He's being totally inappropriate again!"

Marge turned the shower off and poked her head out, a serene smile playing on her lips. "What's the fuss about, sweetie?" she asked, water droplets glistening on her cheeks.

"Well it seems like you completely disregarded that he was hiding in my closet to watch me and Lila sleep! And now he's just lounging around like nothing happened in his boxers being totally rude to us!" Rachel's voice grew more frantic with each word.

Despite Rachel's frustrated complaints, her mother just continued grinning contently, sighing to herself. "Your brother is just trying to be nice and spend time with you before you head off to school, I'm sure he's just trying to be friendly."

"Friendly?!" Rachel was aghast. "Mom, he's been acting so gross!"

Marge stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself. "Now Rachel, you know how boys are at his age. He's just curious about girls. It's perfectly natural. You should be more understanding." Rachel watched in disbelief as her mother walked out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints. She felt a chill run down her spine. This wasn't the mother she knew.

Rachel noticed something in the bathroom as her mom walked into her closet to change. Mr. Hugglesworth sat atop her mother's porcelain bathroom sink, his one button eye glowing a sinister red. Rachel took a step back, her heart racing. She heard whispers again, this time louder, as Rachel stared at the glowing eye. "Hold me," the bear's voice echoed in her mind.

Rachel turned away and stormed back downstairs. The whispering grew faint, replaced by the sound of laughter from the living room. Lila was giggling uncharacteristcally as she strutted around the living room in a seductive manner Rachel had never seen before. Dresses, blouses and skirts were strewn all over the floor, as Lila was giddily showing off all the clothes they'd bought today to Brian. She was currently wearing a flowy, floral mini-skirt with a tight white crop top, leaning forward to flaunt her curves in a way that was so unsettlng.

"What about this one, Brian? Do you think it's cute?" Lila asked bashfully, her voice light with affection. She gave a sensual twirl, causing the skirt to ride up and briefly flash the light blue lace panties she had bought today.

Brian's eyes were glued to Lila's body, a predatory grin spreading across his face. Rachel's stomach churned as she watched her friend flirt so openly with her brother.

"It's perfect on you, Lila. Shows off your killer legs and the blouse really makes your cute titties look great. You look super sexy," he said.

Rachel felt like she'd been punched in the gut. "Lila, what the hell are you doing?!" Rachel's voice was shrill, but she couldn't help it. Her best friend was acting like a love-sick puppy around her brother, and Rachel had had enough.

Lila giggled, spinning around again, the skirt rising slightly. "Well, Rachel, your brother has a really good eye for fashion." Rachel felt the temperature in the room drop as she watched Lila lean closer to Brian.

"And he's just such a little cutie," she swooned.

Rachel's eyes widened as she saw Lila lean in, giving Brian a warm, lingering hug that was anything but innocent. Rachel felt the color drain from her face as she watched her brother's hands sneak around to give Lila's waist a squeeze, his eyes ogling Lila's chest.

"Aww, you're such a sweetie, Brian," Lila cooed, nuzzling into his neck.

Lila's giggle grew into a full-on laugh as she hugged him tighter, her cheeks flushed with excitement. The way Lila was acting was so out of character that it was as if someone else had taken over her body.

"Lila, that's enough!" Rachel's voice was stern, trying to cut through the haze of the disturbing scene before her. "You are acting weird. This isn't right."

Lila pulled away from the embrace with a playful smack on Brian's arm, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh Rach, don't be jealous!" she sang, her voice dripping with sugary sweetness. Rachel's stomach churned as she saw the way Lila's gaze lingered on her brother's face before looking back at her, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "I should probably be getting home soon, my Mom has been texting be asking when I'd be home for dinner. Though hanging out with Brian seems so much more fun." She winked.

Rachel stared on in shock, as Lila got up and started putting all of her new clothes back in their repsective bags.

"Cute skirt, Lila!"

Rachel was snapped from her daze as she heard her mom coming down the stairs, calling out from behind her. Her voice was bubbly, almost sing-song like.

Her jaw dropped when she saw her. Her usually conservative mother, who normally walked around the house in either sweats or jeans, was wearing a sleevless, flowy, chic, red polka-dot dress. The dresses low-cut, v-neck hemline did little to hide her large, heavy, full breasts. Her tan, toned legs, which she rarely showcased, were on full display, as the short mini-dress came down only a few inches below her crotch. It was obvious that her mother had neglected to wear a bra, as her breasts were hanging freely. She wore a pair of 3 inch platform sandals, which only further accentuated her stunning figure.

"Thanks Mrs. Thomas, you look super cute yourself. I love that dress!" Lila giggled.

Marge looked down at herself and giggled. “Oh this old thing?” she said, twirling around. “I just felt like dressing up a bit.”

Her mother looked to Rachel and studied her attite, seemingly frowning at her jeans and blouse.

"Is everything alright down here with you girls?" her mother directed the question to Lila. "Rachel seemed to think Brian was being inappropriate," she said, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

"Rach! Nooo Mrs. Thomas, not at all. He's being such a gentleman. I was the one pestering him to show him all the new outfits we bought today and he was being so sweet and thoughtful pausing his game to sit through my little fashion show."

Her mother giggled like a school girl and gave Brian a proud look. "You're such a good boy, Brian. Rachel, you should be more like your brother. He's going to be so popular at school with the ladies."

The giddiness in the air was suffocating Rachel. She watched in horror as her mother strutted over to Brian, her hips swaying in an unnaturally exaggerated way, and gave him a tight, overly affectionate hug. She leaned back, looking him up and down, and Rachel swore she saw something in her mother's eyes that was not quite right. "I'm so proud of you, sweetie," she said, her voice dripping with affection that seemed anything but motherly. Rachel felt like she was going to be sick.

Brian basked in the attention, his arms sliding around their mother's waist. Rachel's heart hammered in her chest as she saw the way his hand rested just a little too low, and how her mother made no move to push him away. Instead, she giggled, her cheeks blushing, and whispered something in his ear that Rachel couldn't quite make out.

"Thanks, Mom, you look really pretty too," he said. Rachel felt sick as she saw the way her mother's eyes lit up at the sound of his voice. She blushed and leaned in, pecking her son on the cheeks repeatedly, each kiss sounding wet and sloppy. The kisses grew more intimate, her mom's hands moving from his shoulders to the back of his neck, holding him closer as she pressed her lips to his cheeks, then his forehead, and finally, his neck. Her brother's hand had slid onto their mom's creamy inner thigh, sliding dangerously close to her crotch as she leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest.

Her mom eventually relented, pausing to looking adoringly at her son. She turned to both of the girls, as if what she'd just done was completely normal behavior. Rachel's mouth was agape, though Lila seemed to think little of it, a goofy grin on her face as her eyes looked glazed and distracted.

"Well, I should get started on dinner. Lila, we'd love to have you again and you know you are more than welcome to spend the night. I am happy to ring up your mom and let her know and invite her to stop by in the morning."

"Yes, I should spend the night," she muttered, the bag in the left hand dropping to the floor as her gaze remained fixated on Brian.

"Great, I'll call her now and get dinner ready." Her mother clapped giddily, before standing up and smooting her dress out. Brian's eyes were fixated on her ass, shamelessly eyeing it.

As she got ready to head to the kitchen , her brother raised his hand and rained down a powerful slap to their mother's rear, colliding synergistically with her backside. Rachel almost fainted from the audacity of his behavior, and despite her continued shock at her mother and Lila's crazed behavior, she was certain this wouldn't fly.

But instead, her mom just briefly yelped and jumped forward slightly, before bursting out into a wide smile that showed off her perfect, pearly white teeth. She turned back to face Brian, and leaned forward, meeting him at eye level, giving him easy access to look down her dress at her braless breasts.

"Sorry sweetie, Mommy will make her special chicken parm for her favorite son. You just relax and I'll let you know once it's ready. She closed her eyes and gave him a quick peck on the lips before scampering off in her heels towards the kitchen, making sure to sway her ass with every step.

As Rachel watched her leave, she locked eyes with the strange, tattered bear. Hadn't it just been upstairs in her parent's bathroom? Had her mother brought it down here? Before she had a chance to react, the bears single eye glowed a deep shade of rade, radiating a bright light that overtook her vision.

"Hold me." It called out to her.

Rachel, caught in its gaze, slowly walked towards it, reached out, and took the bear into her arms, bringing it in tight for a warm embrace.