"What the hell is happening to me?" Mikaela sat naked on her bed, arms wrapped around her breasts, shaking. She was scared about what just happened and also exhausted. She had masturbated many times but she had never cum that hard in her life, nor had she had her things floating around the room either. Marc, her step-brother, sat beside her cross-legged in his underwear. The head of his dick still poked out some and it glistened with the last vestiges of his cum that was left over from watching Mikaela.
"You probably won't believe me if I tell you." He said matter-of-factly. He swept a strand of brown hair out of his eyes.
"How do you know what's going on. All you know is that I float when I get off." she harumphed. It was then that she realized that she was naked in front of her step-brother and started to feel around for something to cover herself with. Marc reached down to the floor and came up with her black silk robe in his hand. "Thanks," she took it from him and stood so she could put it on. He sat there expressionlessly as her naked body stood in front of him, but it took his breath away nonetheless. Her dusky skin and exotic features had haunted him ever since they met but seeing her body in the moonlight, even for an instant was a dream come true. Her breasts were perfectly round, the dark brown areolas were even darker in the shadows. The curve of her ass, the contours of her muscular stomach and back, her long black hair made keeping his composure almost an impossibility. He felt his cock grow and point at his belly but made no attempt to hide it, she had caught him jerking off, why should he pretend she didn't get him hard now.
She sat back down after covering herself up and curled into herself. They sat there in silence facing each other. Minutes went by before he asked if she was okay.
"What do you think? Of course I'm not okay, I don't know what the hell is happening to me. People just don't float, or make things float, or make those sounds. How can I be making sounds the human throat isn't made to do?" She was talking calmly but tears were trailing down her cheeks.
"I know, it's hard..."
"You don't know. You can't know. My body aches, my back is killing me, and I want to jump your bones so bad I can't stand it even though I had the world's biggest orgasm. Am I possessed?" She asked it as a serious question.
"No, you are not possessed. I can tell you that for sure. I know what's going on with you if you're ready to believe it."
"I don't think I have much choice, do I." The tears had stopped but the shakes hadn't.
"What do you know about your past?"
"You mean my real parents? Nothing. Dad adopted me through an adoption agency. There was no information at all. I was an orphan. Why?"
"What ever your true family history is there was someone along the line not...well...human."
"Excuse me?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Think about it, you have been feeling strange lately, floating around, making weird sounds, and your senses are stronger."
"Yeah, that all true but what does it all mean?"
"First, are there two points on your back that hurt a lot? Does it feel as if something is trying to poke through?
"Yeah. How do you know about all this?" She stood up and started pacing the floor, her arms wrapped around her torso.
"It's your wings trying to grow out." He swung his legs off the side of the bed in her direction. She stopped pacing and faced him. They looked at each other for a moment, he daring her to believe him and she daring him to take it back.
"What do you mean?" She said carefully. "My wings?"
"You have something dark racing through your blood. In your family line is a demon, you are the offspring making you a hybrid. You have the abilities of a demon but the appearance of a human. Your true side is trying to manifest itself and when it does it's up to you to control it to your whims. You will grow wings that will allow you to fly, among other physical characteristics that will change. Once you gain control of them you can display them at will. Your abilities as a human will be increased with other unknown facilities." She blinked at him. "Most demons are evil by nature, even some of the hybrids," he continued on, "but you are a good person by nature. You just need to try and suppress some of the dark urges." She stood and stared at him, something inside of her heard every word and rejoiced. Deep within her soul she knew what he was saying was true and that the time had come to release the dark side of her. Her dream raced through her mind. She was scared of it, she didn't want to be some sort of evil creature.
"You are a good person," he repeated as if he were reading her mind, "you may have dark forces within you but that doesn't mean you are an abomination."
"But what if I don't want it?" She finally managed to say.
"There isn't much choice, it's who you are." He wasn't smug about it, just stating the facts. She looked hard at him as he sat on her bed, his well crafted body in the moonlight and his cock still poking a little out of his underwear. A sudden swell of sexuality rushed her, something in her was coming alive. Her senses were sharper: touch, taste, smell, sight, hearing, they were all off the scale again and everything about him was making her wanton. She hadn't been with a boy since the one time that her and Stephanie had broken up for a month a couple years ago. She wanted to see how bisexual she was and seduced a junior to let her go down on him. She enjoyed it but she felt so guilty about doing it in the first place(she felt as if she was betraying her true love) that was as far as it went and she never really wanted any other men since. But she really wanted her step-brother, badly. She walked over to him.
"So what do I do about it," she purred.
