My Sister Made Me
Chapter 24
Sam
After the conversation with her mother the evening before, Sam had taken a little while to recover and regain her senses from all that had been revealed. She quickly decided that bed was the safest place for her and sleeping was the best thing she could think of.
She got ready for bed, stripped down, and climbed inside. After tossing and turning for a while she did manage to fall asleep, but it wasn't restful. Her dreams were filled with ridiculously arousing fantasies playing out for her again and again. She awoke the next morning frustrated and horny, though that was nothing new. The desire to have her pussy hammered by a giant cock was extremely strong, no doubt made worse by the many sex-filled dreams she'd had the night before.
She knew that her mother had meant well by revealing some of her past, but whatever part of Sam that controlled her sexual desires, had latched onto parts of her mother's tale and wouldn't let her forget them. It had all been surprising, of course, but certain parts were just downright unreal.
Laying there in her bed, she closed her eyes again and thought back to her mother's words.
Not only were her mothers having sex with each other, they were having sex with all kinds of other partners. That alone was revealing, but to hear things like how good her dad was in bed, how her birth mother preferred him over her birth father, and how her grandparents knew all about it made it all feel like too much.
But at the same time... it had been helpful.
It wasn't her fault that her dreams were filled with visions of sex. They'd been naughty enough picturing the things her mother had discussed, but it was the things she'd only hinted at that had captured the attention of the darker parts of Sam's mind.
She recalled her mother saying how she'd understood Sam's plight, and how she herself had embarrassing encounters with her own father and mother, as well as most people she was around as a young woman. But mentioning the fact that her grandfather had four younger brothers and the mere hint of things happening was enough to drive Sam's mind to use the images her mother's words had conjured as fodder for sex dreams. Of course, Sam had dreamed of herself in her mother's place, four strapping young men all taking turns and using her.
She sighed, feeling the throbbing ache inside. She sat up, tossing the covers off and getting ready for the day.
Of course, she hadn't forgotten the most important part. Her mother had said it was fine for her to be the one behind the door at The Mess Around. She'd even liked the idea of Zoey being there too.
Grinning as she felt a surge of elation at the knowledge of being able to continue to have fun at the sex club; she knew that she'd still have to be careful, what with her parents knowing that she was going to be there. She'd just let Zoey take over if a certain familiar cock were to show up. She was sure that there were other things that she wasn't thinking of that would come into play, but for now she was just happy in the knowledge that her favorite activity wasn't going to be taken away.
Feeling better, though still horny, she slid out of bed and pulled on a pair of panties along with a long sleep shirt and headed for her bathroom to get ready for her day.
***
Heading into the kitchen twenty minutes later, she spied her mother sitting in a chair at the table and sipping a cup of coffee.
"Morning hon," her mother called, offering a warm smile. "How are you this morning? Feeling better about things?"
Sam walked over to the fridge and opened it, looking inside for something to eat.
"I do," she said, pulling out an apple, grapes, and other fruits and setting them on the island behind her. "Did you and dad have fun last night?"
Her mother's warm, friendly laughter was music to her ears, endearing and comforting.
"We definitely had fun," she said. "The couple we went out with from The Mess Around were," she paused, glancing over as Sam sliced some banana and cleared her throat. "Well, I'm sure you don't want the lurid details, but they were tons of fun to play with."
Sam wondered if it had been Duncan and Kelly but then remembered that Kelly had said something about needing to go to California. Glancing back over at her mother, she took another piece of fruit and began to slice it.
"Who was it?" she asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
Her mother snickered and looked over with a knowing expression. "It was a married couple, Drake and Molly," she said.
She'd definitely heard the names before. She paused and took a deep breath, wanting to press for more details and not wanting to at the same time. She shook her head, quietly deciding that it was best if she just let things be. She quickly finished what she was doing and gathered the bowl up in her hands, turning to leave the room.
"Have a good day honey," her mother called out after her. "I hope you're doing better with being able to control the 'Craving' and not let it take over."
Sam had paused when her mother had started to speak, turning to face her slowly.
"Just remember, you have to figure out a way to be able to harness that energy that builds up inside and use it to your advantage."
Sam frowned, still not knowing how that was supposed to happen.
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"That's for you to figure out, dear," she said. "Your grandma used to tell us that she had learned to fight it to a point where she could get a hold on things. Like, she'd force herself control it. But that method never worked for your mother and me. We found that if we embraced it and let ourselves be taken by the current, that things would be much more manageable. It made more sense to go with the river of energy inside us instead of trying to fight against it. It sounds strange but letting go and embracing it for what it is gave us a measure of control."
That didn't really help much either, but she didn't want to risk her dad coming in and her making things weird all over again, so she decided to just worry about it later.
"You'll figure it out," her mother said, sounding confident.
"Thanks mom," she said, and quickly left the kitchen.
Retreating to the safety of her room, Sam closed the door and locked it, thinking that sequestering herself was the best thing she could do to not cause any further issues or make things any more awkward.
Busying herself with studies, she read the stuff she'd gone over in class the previous week all over again, then even did some of the practice questions for the coming week for some of her courses.
At noon she ventured out of her room and spent all of five minutes downstairs grabbing some lunch before she was safely locked way again. She spent time reading, listening to music, even scrolling through her phone, something she rarely did, and eventually took a nice long nap. The only times she ventured out were when she had to use the bathroom or return her dishes to the kitchen.
Even having spent all of that time alone in her room, she still felt nervous about the evening to come. She honestly felt like she was doing something naughty, though why, or exactly what it was that was causing the feelings was a mystery.
She was analyzing the whole problem in her head when she got a message from Zoey asking about the plan that evening.
"Oh, right," she said, silently admonishing herself. "I'll pick you up outside your dorm at..." she paused in her typing, having realized that she still needed to work out the logistics.
