A Terrible Mistake, Part 4

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   A TERRIBLE MISTAKE 
   
   
   Author's Note: This story contains descriptions of incest, which some 
persons will find offensive. Please do not read if you are offended by such 
unorthodox and offensive sexual material. 
   
   4. Expanding Changes. 
   
   A little after seven Suzanne's car pulled up in front of the apartment 
building. With a hand from Vincent, she helped a lethargic Jennifer Stott 
and an equally sluggish Andrea Scott up the front steps of the building and 
into Jen's unit 2G. The air in the apartment smelled of ambient cigarette 
smoke. Suzanne and Vincent put both drowsy girls side by side on the sofa. 
   
   Suzanne was breathing hard from the exertion. But reaching in her pocket 
she got out a cigarette and slid it into her mouth. "God, it was fun 
corrupting these two, Vincent," she giggled wickedly. She lit up. "We 
should do this more often. I like corruption lots better than the 
reconditioning that we usually do." 
   
   Vincent didn't reply. Suzanne continued to grin and exhaled a thick 
cloud of smoke. "Hey, do you want to have a cigarette with me?" 
   
   Vincent frowned. "You know I don't share your disgusting nicotine habit, 
Suzanne." He frowned caustically. "I'm also not as happy as you are about 
corrupting sweet girls like Jennifer and Andrea. My God, Andrea's only 18!" 
   
   "Yeah, she sure is, but now she's ready for a lifetime of nasty fun," 
his nurse sniggered. "I wonder if George and Jen are still here?" She 
called out. "Are you guys in the bedroom?" 
   
   The bedroom door opened. George and Jen stumbled into the living room. 
He wore only his boxers and Jen had on nothing but a tee shirt with her 
long legs stretching out beneath it. 
   
   "God, we've had a great time," Jen chuckled. "George is a great fuck." 
The 19 year old reached for a cigarette. "The last time we did it George 
even let me smoke while he poled me," she giggled naughtily. "God, it was 
so hot!" 
   
   "She's a very bad girl, Vincent," George sneered, clutching his crotch. 
"So, how'd it go with these two?" 
   
   "Fine, I think," Vincent nodded clinically. "Jennifer wasn't nearly as 
resistant as young Andrea. I think underneath your wife was hiding a real 
wild streak. She hardly fought at all as we reconditioned her thinking." He 
smiled at George. "I think you'll be quite pleased with how Jennifer turned 
out." 
   
   "And how about Andrea?" Jen wanted to know. "Did you fix her?" 
   
   Suzanne laughed. "Yeah, it took a lot of time to retrain your stubborn 
little sister. Andrea tried to fight, even more than you the first time. 
But don't worry. We sucked all of the uptight moral thinking out of her 
dumb little head. I'm getting better at this," she proudly announced. "When 
she wakes up, I doubt there's anything Andrea won't be willing to do." 
   
   A soft groan came from the couch. Jennifer was stirring. The blond girl 
opened her eyes and tried to sit up. 
   
   "Holy shit," she groaned groggily. "What's that smell?" 
   
   "Cigarettes," Jen laughed insolently. "I bet you want one, don't you? 
Are you finally done trying to quit smoking now, Jennifer?" 
   
   "Quit? God, why would I ever want to quit smoking?" She rubbed her head. 
"I don't know what I was thinking when I decided to quit." She looked at 
Suzanne and Jen smoking. "Will one of you bitches please give me a 
cigarette?" 
   
   "My pleasure, Jennifer," Suzanne grinned, handing the drowsy female a 
B&H from her pack. "Is there anything else you'd like?" 
   
   "A drink," Jennifer nodded. "God, I need a drink. A drink and a light." 
   
   As soon as Suzanne lit her up, Jennifer double-pumped hungrily on her 
B&H and greedily sucked smoke deep into her responding chest. 
   
   "God, that's better," she sighed gratefully, releasing smoke from her 
nostrils. "Now how `bout a drink?" 
   
   Jen got a bottle of scotch from the bedroom. "Your husband and I've been 
working on this. But you're welcome to join us. In more ways than one," she 
added with a sneer, while pouring Jennifer a glass. 
   
   The blond downed it in one gulp. "Yeah, that's more like it!" She stared 
at the brunette standing there and gave Jen a lusty grin. "So, you fucked 
George while Vincent and Suzanne worked on me?" 
   
   Jen nodded. "Yep." 
   
   "Cool," Jennifer laughed evilly. She hit on her cigarette. "Suzanne says 
you and I have twin personalities, that we're both as depraved as we can 
possibly be." She exhaled twin smoky streams through her nose. "You know, 
you're damn good-looking, Jen," she went on. "You, George and I should get 
together sometime, if you know what I mean." 
   
   "Don't worry, she knows," Suzanne laughed. "All three of you are fully 
bisexual. I made sure of that." She ran a finger along Jennifer's 
shoulders. "For selfish reasons." 
   
   Another groan came from the sofa. This time it was Andrea awakening. 
   
   "Hey, Sis. How're ya feeling?" 
   
   "Like shit," mumbled the blond teen groggily. "I can hardly talk." 
   
   "It's an after-effect of her conditioning," Suzanne explained. "She'll 
come around, though." She smiled at Jennifer and Jen. "Both of you did in 
no time." 
   
   Andrea sat up and looked around. An evil sneer slowly spread over her 
face. 
   
   "God, you fixed me," Andrea said, blinking repeatedly at her sister. 
"Saved me from my myself." Her wanton grin spread wider. "Shit, I feel _so_ 
evil. All of a sudden I feel like doing things I never dreamed I'd want 
to." She sniffed at the air. "Like having a cigarette," she announced. 
"Suzanne, you told me I'd want to smoke. Well, I do. Can I have one of 
those?" 
   
   "Of course, honey. You were fuckin' _born_ to smoke. From now on you'll 
never be able to be happy unless you're smoking. It's what I told you while 
you were in treatment today. Remember?" 
   
   Andrea slowly nodded. "I _have_ to smoke. But that's okay, because I 
fuckin' love it." She, too, eagerly accepted a cigarette from the blond 
nurse beside her. 
   
   "But if Andrea's never smoked, won't she react badly to it?" George 
wanted to know. 
   
   "No, that'll be no problem. In conditioning Andrea, I repeatedly 
breathed my own exhaled smoke in her mouth. That, along with her new 
psychological profile, will make her quite comfortable smoking." She lit up 
the petite teenager, who excitedly dragged on the cigarette. "I did the 
same thing with alcohol. In addition to changing her thinking, I gave her 
sips of scotch to drink every few minutes. She's ready to be a real lush." 
   
   Andrea expertly released a long exhale. "God, I love to smoke! And can I 
have some of that scotch, Jen?" 
   
   The other newly depraved female chortled. "You're too young, Andrea," 
she pretended to object. "Shit, you're barely 18." 
   
   The petite blond grabbed the bottle from her big sister. "Fuck you, 
Jennifer." She raised it to her lips and chugged it down. "Shit," she 
exclaimed. "That's good!" She turned to gaze at the older girl sitting 
beside her. "I think I want to kiss you." She laughed. "Hell, I _am_ gonna 
kiss you!" The two freshly debauched girls embraced passionately. 
   
   Jen went up to Suzanne and hugged her a bit too long. "Good work, 
Suzanne," she whispered. "Looks like my conservative sister's just as 
wicked as I am. And I _do_ feel wicked." To prove it, she kissed the 
voluptuous nurse on the lips. "I finished with George, so what do you say 
you and I hook up?" She ran a finger up and down the nurse's chest, softly 
touching her breasts. "You said you'd show me how to do it with a girl. 
Remember?" 
   
   Suzanne groaned. "Yeah, I sure do. I remember promising all three of 
you." 
   
   In an instant, Jennifer and Andrea joined her. 
   
   "We all want you, Suzi," Jennifer flirted, holding her cigarette by her 
face. "Can't we all fool around?" She giggled and looked at the others who 
nodded eagerly. 
   
   Suzanne grinned at Vincent. "It's past seven. I'm off the clock. Can I 
stay and play with these marvelous examples of our perverted handiwork?" 
   
   He signed. "Yeah, sure. I'm sorry you're so pleased, Suzanne. I don't 
share your enthusiasm for what we did these last two days." 
   
   "I know, Vincent. I'm sorry `bout that." She smiled. "But you'll change 
your mind someday." 
   
   "I doubt it, Suzanne. But go ahead and play to your heart's content. I'm 
going home." 
   
   With George leering alongside and stroking himself, the three debauched 
girls, all of whom were smoking and passing around the bottle of scotch, 
kissed and fondled Suzanne at the same time. She let out a deep moan as she 
felt their groping hands traverse her quivering body. Yeah, she deserved 
this. She worked damn hard to make it happen. She needed to help Vincent 
see the potential of polluting the minds of innocent young girls. She 
sighed. If only she could! 
   
   She first turned to the brunette Jen. "You teenage bitch, I've waited 
for this for two days. Come here and give your creator a big, fat kiss." 
Their lips engaged. Suzanne tasted smoke and liquor on Jen's breath. "Yeah, 
you're a bad girl, Jen. All three of you are very, very bad. I told you 
about it when I conditioned you. But now let me show you exactly the way 
that bad girls are supposed to act!" 
   
   
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   At 9:00 p.m. Jennifer and Andrea together walked in the front door of 
the Scott mansion. Their housekeeper Amelia was the first to see them. She 
sensed that Andrea coming home with Jennifer was good news. 
   
   "Ah, Miss Andrea, you brought Miss Jennifer back?" 
   
   "Yes, Amelia, Jennifer's back home." 
   
   "And she is okay?" the housekeeper added nervously. 
   
   Andrea smiled, putting down the shopping bag she carried. "Yeah, 
Jennifer's had a tough couple days. But everything's gonna be fine now." 
   
   "Ah, muy bueno," Amelia smiled broadly. "Miss Jennifer, yesterday you 
scared me." 
   
   She gave the Mexican-American housekeeper an affectionate hug. "Yeah, I 
know, Amelia. I'm so sorry about what happened. It's hard to explain. I had 
this seizure thing and it sort of made me crazy for awhile." 
   
   "Si, crazy, that's for sure," Amelia repeated, still smiling. Everything 
felt normal again to the housekeeper. "Your parents will be very glad to 
see you like this, Miss Jennifer." 
   
   "Uh, where are they, Amelia?" 
   
   "In the study. Please, go see them now." 
   
   "Thanks, Amelia, we sure will." The two sisters walked hand-in-hand down 
the hall and through the double doors into the study, with Andrea still 
carrying her shopping bag. 
   
   Like the night before, Dick and Margery Scott were by the fireplace 
quietly reading. Beethoven's Ninth Symphony played in the background. 
Margery was the first to look up. 
   
   "Oh, Andrea. Jennifer's with you. Does this mean that -?" 
   
   "Yeah, it sure does. Jennifer's fine, Mom," Andrea grinned. "Just fine." 
   
   "Thank my lucky stars," sighed the older woman. "Jennifer, what happened 
to you yesterday? And how did Andrea manage to bring you back to your 
senses?" 
   
   Jennifer demurely settled onto the sofa facing her parents. Andrea sat 
by her side. She put the shopping bag on the floor. 
   
   "I don't know, Mom, to be honest. I had a bad headache yesterday 
morning. It must've been a mild seizure. I told you that last night. A nice 
man took me to a doctor who checked me thoroughly. He said I'd be fine." 
She flashed an embarrassed smile. "Obviously, though, I wasn't. I was 
really almost out of my mind." 
   
   "You talked in such a vile manner," her mother nodded in agreement. "It 
truly scared both your father and me. Didn't it, Richard?" 
   
   Dick nodded. 
   
   "I know it did, and I'm so sorry," Jennifer apologized profusely. "So 
today I went back to see him again. Andrea was insistent. The doctor 
recognized my problem. He did a treatment and it was magic. All the nasty 
rebellious things flying around inside my head last night were suddenly 
under my control." She reached out and took her mother's hand. "I'm so 
sorry I scared you, Mom." She turned fondly to her little sister. "Andrea 
came by this afternoon and tried reasoning with me. I realized something 
was wrong with how I'd been thinking. But thanks to the doctor, Andrea and 
I are both thinking the same way now." 
   
   Dick smiled. "That's really good news, girls. I don't need to tell you, 
Jennifer, you truly frightened your mother and me. The way you accused me 
and nearly attacked me last night -." 
   
   "Hush, Dick," Margery interrupted. "No need to remind poor Jennifer. I'm 
sure she's mortified, just as we were." She squeezed her elder daughter's 
hand. "I still want you to see Dr. Pittner, honey. You seem fine, but our 
doctor should look at you and give us his opinion. Perhaps we should send 
you to a specialist, a neurologist or something, to make sure there's no 
recurrence of your bizarre behavior." 
   
   Jennifer shrugged. "I don't mind getting a second opinion. But I want 
you both to know everything's fine. Nothing to worry about." She and Andrea 
smiled sweetly at each other. "I'm reunited with my wonderful sister." 
   
   "Ah, it's nice to see you two getting along. Such wonderful news," their 
mother sighed gratefully. "I must tell you, I'm so relieved." 
   
   "We knew you would be, Mom," Andrea cut in. "Jennifer decided to spent 
the night here at home. I didn't think it was smart for her to stay alone 
in her apartment." 
   
   "Good idea," Dick nodded officiously. "I'll have Amelia make up your 
room, Jennifer." 
   
   "No need to, Daddy," Andrea said, cutting him off. "Jen's gonna sleep in 
my room. She I stopped at a video store," she explained, pointing to her 
shopping bag. "We rented DVD's. She can stay with me tonight if it's okay 
with you. We want to eat popcorn and watch movies together, a slumber party 
to celebrate." She put her head on her older sister's shoulder. "I'm just 
so glad Jennifer's finally the way she's supposed to be. She and I are 
totally on the same page now." 
   
   Margery glanced at her watch. "Sounds fine. So, what movies did you 
girls rent?" 
   
   "Nothing you ever heard of, Mom," Jennifer smiled. "Just some 
educational art films one of my friends told me about. Andrea wants to 
watch them with me. It'll be fun." 
   
   Margery looked at Dick. "I'm off to bed," she announced. "Richard, are 
you coming?" 
   
   He stood up. "Yep." He gave both girls a spontaneous hug. "Andrea, 
thanks for chasing your sister down to see the doctor. And you, Jennifer, 
thanks for reassuring us that everything's back to normal." 
   
   "No problem, Daddy," Jennifer giggled, hugging him back more 
affectionately than he expected. "Trust me, everything's totally back to 
normal. You'll see." 
   
   Dick and Margery went to their bedroom, and Andrea retreated to hers 
with Jennifer. The girls closed the bedroom door and laughed raucously as 
they plopped onto Andrea's queen-size bed. 
   
   "Oh yeah, Mom, we're sleeping together alright," Jen giggled insolently, 
mimicking her sister and putting her hand on Andrea's cheek. "We have to, 
Mom, because I need to suck my little sister's pussy." Pulling Andrea to 
her she forced her mouth on top of hers. "Mm," Jen moaned, kissing her 
avidly. "Yeah, this is what I want!" 
   
   "God, Jen, you're a real slut," she moaned, groping Jen's breasts inside 
her sister's silk blouse. "You're so bad. I think I need to teach you a 
lesson!" 
   
   "Yeah, I'll teach _you_ a lesson," Jen warned, grabbing her sister's 
tits and squeezing hard. Andrea groaned in response. "God, we'll have so 
much fun tonight," Jen laughed. 
   
   "But Jen," Andrea pretended to object. "Isn't this incest? And isn't 
incest wicked?" 
   
   "Yeah, you bet," Jen chuckled. "But don't you just love it? Don't you 
want to be bad?" 
   
   "Yeah, I sure do. Thank God you made them fix my old repressed 
thinking." Andrea kissed her sister passionately. "Now I know how a sexy 
bitch like me is `supposed to feel." 
   
   "I want to watch our movies," Jen giggled, reaching into the shopping 
bag and retrieving one of several DVDs from inside. "Ah, here's one that 
sounds very educational!" She read from the box. "`Horny Lesbian Sluts.' 
Yeah, put this in, Sis. Sounds like a real educational art film." 
   
   "Yeah, sounds damn educational," Andrea grinned, sliding the disc in her 
DVD player. Abruptly she then slid two fingers inside Jen's panties. She 
began twiddling with an evil glint in her eye. "Or is _this_ what you meant 
you wanted when you asked me to `put it in?'" 
   
   Jen groaned. It felt wonderful, wonderfully wicked. "Ooh God! That's 
good, Andrea! Actually, I wanted you to do both," she laughed. "Oh yeah, 
shit! That feels _so_ nice!" 
   
   Andrea naughtily fingered her sister's clit as shocking video images of 
several naked women kissing and shamelessly fondling one another began to 
appear on the TV screen. 
   
   "Fuck, this stuff is hot," Andrea moaned excitedly. "I love it. Part of 
the conditioning Suzanne and Vincent gave us must make us love porn like 
this shit. Don't you think?" 
   
   "I dunno, but I agree with you, Sis," Jen replied, as the girls on TV 
went down on each other and moaned loudly. "Watching them go at it while 
you finger me feels so great. Oh God! Oh yeah, right there, baby," she 
shrieked in ecstasy as Andrea stumbled upon her G spot. "Fuck, yeah, that 
feels fabulous!" 
   
   Andrea leaned over and bit her on the ear. "That's good, then, because I 
want you to feel fabulous, you dirty little perverted slut," she giggled, 
kissing Jen tenderly on the neck. "I can't believe we've been missing out 
on this for so long," she went on, with one eye on the TV screen. "Now if 
only we could smoke." 
   
   Jen's eyes were closed as her hips gyrated in time to her sister's 
diddling of her clit. But she managed to reach into the shopping bag. 
   
   "Shit, I can't stand it anymore." Eagerly Jen pulled out a bottle of 
scotch and a fresh pack of Benson & Hedges 100's. Next came a good-sized 
ashtray she and her sister had bought along with a disposable lighter. 
"God, I need to smoke and drink while we do this, baby," she whimpered 
greedily. 
   
   "But Mom and Dad will smell it," Andrea objected. "So will Amelia." 
   
   "Relax," Jen laughed, as she tore open the pack of cigarettes and 
extracted one. It dangled unlit from her mouth as she opened the bottle of 
scotch. She passed both the open bottle and the open back of Benson & 
Hedges 100's to her sister. "I have a little plan on how to deal with any 
problems that arise," she sniggered wickedly. "Not to worry. Just enjoy, 
baby. Trust me." 
   
   Andrea shook out a cigarette and put it in her lips. Jen lit them up. 
Like her sister, Andrea was fully conditioned to want and need tobacco 
smoke and the delicious nicotine that it so faithfully delivered, and to 
crave alcohol. 
   
   Shamelessly Andrea lifted the open bottle of scotch and impatiently 
gulped down a mouthful. Despite a lack of experience, her conditioning made 
Andrea respond the same way she reacted to nicotine, groaning with pure 
delight. 
   
   "Oh wow, that's cool!" She passed the bottle to her sister. "Have some, 
Jen!" 
   
   "Thanks, you sexy bitch. Don't mind if I do!" Jen, too, took a drink 
directly from the bottle. As she swallowed the stimulating liquid she 
raised her cigarette to her lips and drew on it long and hard. After 
inhaling deeply, she let out a satisfied sigh and touched her nipples. 
"It'll be fun being evil allies with you, Andrea. Now, like I said, I have 
a plan to shut down any shit Mom and Dad might give us once they figure out 
we're both wicked now." 
   
   Andrea hit eagerly on her cigarette, inhaled, and released a thick 
exhale through parted smiling lips. "I'm all ears, Jen. Come on. Tell me!" 

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