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Chapter 25 - Dream I heard the front door open and a whispered exchange. I sneaked up to find Abby and Betty in hard embraces with the two men they had allowed to pick them up earlier in the day. Chet (I think he was Chet) was attached to Abby. His hands were cupping her ass, holding her tightly against what I was sure was an erection. She had molded herself to him. Her arms were around his neck. They were kissing passionately. Jason had one hand up Betty's sweater on her breast, the other on her neck holding her mouth to his. Her arm was around him, the other hand lay limp on his arm. I heard Betty moan slightly as she broke the kiss. "Hi, kids. Having fun?" I said in a loud voice. Abby and Betty jumped and squealed, turning a beet red. The guys did not know if they were suppose to look macho or contrite, run or stay. I gave them a "gotcha" smile before I took my sisters aside. "If you two want them to spend the night, the four of you can have the big bed in my bedroom. We are going to sleep in front of the fire." At first, Abby and Betty did not believe I meant it. I am sure they thought it was a test of some kind. But, when they realized I was serious, they were overjoyed. I invited everyone in, told them to make themselves at home and suggested a snack before bedtime. Their hunger was not for food and the four of them almost ran to the big bedroom, with Mary going along to make sure everything was all right for guests. In a few minutes, Mary came back in with a wicked smile. She was carrying nightgowns for Andy and herself. "Everything set up?" I asked. "Of course. What do you plan to do with the videos?" "I will think of something," I replied with an evil grin. As I said, the bedrooms had video making and playing capability. Perhaps, I should explain more fully. I could make home videos of anything that went on in any bedroom in the house at any time without the occupants being aware they were being photographed. Yes, I was going to record Abby and Betty fucking those two guys. What a horrible thing to do to my beloved sisters, you say? Big brothers are suppose to devil their sisters. It is the law. In the Constitution. Look it up, if you don't believe me. Anyway, they were my kittens. Remember? And, yes, I did have videos of my parents. Mary, Andy and I visited and cuddled until Andy fell asleep next to me. I rolled her gently on her side and covered her over. I lay back to sleep with Mary against me, her head on my arm. Sleep would not come. Thinking Mary was asleep, I eased her off my arm and went into the kitchen where I stuck my head in the refrigerator to see what I could find. When I looked up, she was sitting at the kitchen table watching me. "Do you want to talk about it, Davy?" ”About what." "About what is eating on you. About your life." "Nothing is eating on me." "Yes, it is. And, you need to talk about it. Do you realize how you have changed in just the past few weeks? How passive you have become?" "Well, Cathy's need’s will change that." ”Will it? Well?" I did not answer. When I started making a sandwich, Mary pushed me away from the counter and took my head in her hands. "It is the power, Davy. You cannot ignore it. You have the power simply from your brain and personality and wealth, simply from your maleness. You have it even if you do not ever find the formula. With the formula, you have greater power over Andy and me and 3,000 others. You need to face it and conquer it." "What do you mean?" "Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I mean." She kissed me and walked away, leaving me with cold cuts and a cold feeling. I knew what she meant. I realized I had been passive, lazy, not pressing for the formula, not using the power I already had. The problem was me. For example, Mary had said how much she liked to be bound, how she enjoyed being taken. Had I? I mean, when she said it, it made me instantly hard. But now? Was I afraid of hurting her? Yes. But, more than that, I was afraid of losing control, my control. When I returned to the living room, she was asleep. I slipped between them and closed my eyes. Normally, I do not remember my dreams. This one I will never forget. I was naked, standing by a river flowing through a desert which looked scorched, as if the earth had been cleansed by fire. I was the only one on my side of the river. On the other side, I could see Mary, Andy, my family and thousands of other people with unknown or indistinguishable faces. They were naked as they milled around in a dazed and confused way. They could not see me. Then, on my side, Santa Claus came walking towards me. He was dressed like Santa, black boots, white beard and all, except his red suit was dirty and torn. His face looked worn, exhausted, like a soldier after a long and losing battle. He was leading a huge dog on a steel chain leash. "Ho, ho, Merry Christmas," Santa said, in an angry, biting voice with a meanness not expected of the jolly ole elf. He handed me the leash. ”This is yours now." It was a dog, a devil dog. The dog was a giant animal, a wolf as big as a Shetland pony. He was not a Hollywood wolf but an ordinary wolf except for his size, with shaggy gray hair, except he did not look cowed, but was erect and straight as if he were the leader of the pack. I looked in his eyes. They were cold, cunning but neutral. Santa said, "You control the dog or he will control you." Santa was Uncle Bert now, his face, his voice, still in the red uniform. I was painfully aware of my nakedness, my own vulnerability, and my sense of loneliness. The chain was very heavy in my hands. I was deeply chilled and shivering as I turned to look at the dog again. His eyes turned red and he showed his teeth. I could sense he was going to lunge, so I yanked the chain hard. It came off in my hand and the dog disappeared. "Help me, please. Help me." The cry was a woman on the other side of the river. In terror and frenzy, I ran to the river's edge. It was not wide but ran a torrent, much too fast for me to cross. The other people were gone except Mary, who lay dead. She was naked, her flesh bruised and torn as if by claws, her throat ripped open by teeth. Her corpse was covered in blood. Her face was frozen in a look of extreme pain. "Help me," the women cried. From nowhere, Andy was suddenly there by her mother's dead body. She was screaming. "Please, Davy, help me. I love you. Protect me, Davy. Help me!" The dog appeared from nowhere, walking on his back legs like a man. He grabbed Andy and threw her on her back. "No," she screamed as he mounted her. His cock was huge and red as he slammed it into her, fucking her unmercifully as she screamed in agony, blood flowing from her torn vagina. I could see the dew claws on his huge front paws shred her skin of her sides as he held her in place. The dog's mouth opened revealing huge teeth. He lowered his head toward Andy's throat. "Andy!" I screamed. "Ssh, Davy. I'm right here. It's okay." I felt her arms around me, her head next to mine. Her hand was stroking my face. "Sweetheart, you were having a bad dream. That is all. I am right here by you." I felt other hands on me and Mary's soft murmur in my ear. I was shaking, covered in sweat, the visions playing over and over even as the two of them held and comforted me. I thought I would never sleep again, but the instant my head hit the pillow, I was in a deep sleep. I was by the river again but my terrain was a beautiful lush tree-covered river bank, with long, soft, green grass and many colorful flowers. I was alone. The river was a clear running and gentle stream. On the other side, I could see unknown men and women in a wild bacchanal, enjoying themselves without end. The dog walked on his hind legs into the scene. The people ran screaming in terror. Many women were following the dog. They were all naked, with forlorn, lost expressions on their faces, heavy steel collars around their necks, thick chains from the collars dragging the ground. The dog saw me and grinned. He took the chain of two women I did not know and led them across the river to me. When they reached my side, the women became Andy and Mary. He ordered me to fuck them, telling me they would die if I did not. Frantic, they both begged me to take them. Their faces were devoid of emotion in spite of the terror in their voices. Their eyes were dead as if in a trance. When I crawled between Andy's legs, I reached down to put my cock her in. It was gone. I had no cock, no balls. Nothing. As if it had never been there. I was staring down at my crotch, unable to comprehend my missing genitalia. When I looked back up, Andy had become the dog. He threw me on the ground and seized my throat with his teeth. He shook me hard. "Wake up, Davy. Wake up! You are dreaming again." I fell against Andy's shoulder, grateful to be awake and alive. I held on for dear life, trying to steady myself, to slow my racing heart. It was only four a.m. Andy comforted me as Mary made a pot of coffee. "Sweetheart, tell me what is wrong," Andy asked in her genuine love and concern. I looked at Mary. I could tell she knew what was wrong, almost as if she had been in my head as I was dreaming. I did not want to frighten Andy so I made up a story about an asteroid shower and blamed it on the cold cuts I had eaten. They fell back asleep by me. I sat and stared at the embers in the fireplace, my mind unable to release either the dreams or what they meant. I did not know exactly what the dream meant but I knew how if affected me. It was the second call to action I had received this week, the first being Uncle Bert's message about Cathy. I was energized, more energized than I could remember feeling in some time. I do not mean just sexual. I felt more sexual, too, but, I mean I felt more ready to take on the world. I wondered if the programming I had received had affected me some way, some way unintended by Uncle Bert, making me more docile. Whatever, I was ready to face it. About six, I heard a cheery "Merry Christmas, Davy." I looked up to see my Mother standing over me. My Mother was always an early riser, awakening each day refreshed and ready to tackle her world. She always made us breakfast each morning, no matter how late she had been up the night before grading papers or reviewing lab work. ”Merry Christmas, Mom," I replied. "How did you sleep?" "Wonderfully. Did the twins ever come in last night?" " Yes. They are in the big bedroom with two guys." "They are what? How dare they do that." She turned on her heel. I called out "Do you prefer sirloin or tube steak?" In a moment, she was in her trance. I programmed her to allow the twins and Cathy whatever sexual freedom they wished. When I brought her out of the trance and again told her the twins were shacked up in the big bedroom, she had no problem with it at all. It made sense she had been programmed to allow these kind of activities since Uncle Bert wanted me to have the freedom. I am just glad he left her programming open where I could make further modifications. Mom scurried off to the kitchen. At our house Christmas morning, Mom and Dad always got up first and made breakfast. When the four of us were younger, they would eat before we arose. We four would be asleep together, usually on the floor in my bedroom, covered in piles of blankets as if we were camping out. We would have been up late the night before, so excited about Christmas we could not sleep which made us groggy Christmas morning. I think that was their plan. Mary stirred. Sluggishly, she got up and went into the back. In a few minutes, she went into the kitchen to help Mom. Cathy was the next awake, looking happy and well rested. Her arrival awakened Andy. The twins and their guys were still asleep when Dad announced everyone wanted to open presents. I got the job of waking up the foursome. Betty was curled up in Chet's arms, his leg over hers. Abby was spooned against Chet from the other side. Jason was touching no one, splayed out, snoring slightly. He had kicked the covers off. Since Betty started out with Jason, I was sure we would have some great videos to watch. It took an hour before Abby and Betty were dressed. We fed them and the guys, who ate more food then even I did before they left. Andy and Cathy acted as Santa, handing out all the presents stacked under the huge tree in the corner. Mom and Dad had brought everything from home, including what I had shipped out there to them since I did not know they were surprising us with a visit. We got what you would expect, with Eddie Bauer, Neiman Marcus and J Crew being the stores of choice. I spent a few bucks on these beautiful women but that is what money is for, isn't it, to spend on women? I know you women feel that way. We got dressed and went skiing after lunch. The day was perfect with a bright sun overhead. Cathy went with the twins. We saw them about an hour later surrounded by a herd of guys. Mom and Dad skied by themselves. Mary, Andy and I went all out, racing down the slope as quickly as we could. Then, we did it again. For dinner, we cooked steaks over the pit in back. Uncle Bert was smart enough to build a covered barbeque pit, with the cover tilting to let the snow slide away from the fire pit. You might think cooking outdoors when the temperature was nineteen sounds crazy but the hot fire kept us warm and Dad's hot buttered rum kept us warmer. Cathy and the twins asked if they could bring home some friends. When I found out, it was fourteen guys, I said no, suggesting they limit themselves to one guy a piece. So, it was just eleven for dinner before my sisters and their new mates went out for the evening. I do not want anyone to think I was trying to get rid of my family but I had some things I wanted to get done. Christmas night, I suggested they go spend a few days in Aspen, which they accepted with glee, deciding to leave early on the twenty-sixth. I was almost afraid to go to sleep Christmas night, but I did. The devil dog stayed away. ___________ Additional stories by E. Z. Riter can be found at www.storiesonline.net, and ftp://ftp.asstr.org./pub/Authors/E.Z.Riter which contains all the author’s stories.