"Oh dear. What am I going to do with this attic? It's a filthy mess!" Carin spoke outloud as she was trying to prepare everything for the garage sale. Her husband was out of town and her daughter Jasmin, who just recently completed her sophomore year in college, was home for the summer and eager to go through some of the family history before it got sold or junked.
The girls got down to business and began moving boxes, sifting through old junk, and giving the attic a good cleaning. After about three hours they were completely done, except for the one chest in the corner.
"Mom what's in that old chest? I've never seen it before?" Jasmin asked.
"Oh that's just something your grandmother gave me when I married your father. I never opened it actually but I can't open it with you."
"Why not mom?? I want to see what's in it!"
"Oh no. Grandma made me promise never to let you see what's inside until you got married yourself and then the chest would be yours. So I'm afraid you're just going to have to wait to see what's inside. Now let's get downstairs and get ready to sell all the rest of this stuff!"
The two girls went on their way. A few days later Carin couldn't sleep. Something was calling to her. After an endless night of tossing and turning she finally decided to get up and have a drink.
'Maybe a glass of wine will put me to sleep', she thought to herself. She poured herself the wine and inhaled the aroma. It was incredibly inviting and so she took a long gulp. The initial effects of the wine were quite calming.
Carin found herself walking aimlessly through the house while her daughter slept. She paused as she passed Jasmin's room and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She had put on some weight over the years, but absolutely in all the right places. She realized that her short greyish blonde hair made her look older but somehow her skin had stayed soft and firm.
'Thank God for that', she thought. She marveled at the shape and size of her breasts. When she was pregnant with her son Jake they grew a full two sizes from 36C to 36DD. They grew to a firm 42G during her pregnancy with Jasmin. For whatever reason they stayed that size even now almost a full 20 years later. She turned to the side and realized she had a very plump ass but absolutely no stomach at all. Her hips grew out a bit but still she was amazed at how well her skin maintained it's form.
'It must be all the daily work I do around here', she thought.
All of a sudden she found herself staring up the stairs to the attic. Slowly she crept up the stairs and peeked around the corner of the banister at the top of the stairs. There, as if being pointed out by the moonlight, was the chest her mother had given her. She finished the glass of wine as she strode over to it. Putting the cup down she slowly undid the lock and opened the chest up not knowing what to expect.
"OH MY GOD!" She gasped out loud. Inside the chest were all kinds of pornographic items. There were pictures of women being fucked by numerous men. There were pictures of women in bondage and being whipped and spanked. There were reels of video footage and all kinds of sex toys.
'Why in the hell would my mother want me to have this?!? And what the hell made her think I would give this to Jasmin? I have to get rid of this chest' Yet somehow Carin couldn't stop sifting through it. Her own actions were betraying her thoughts as she finally uncovered a very old scrapbook labeled "Logan Family History" and what looked to be a musical box that was labeled "the secret".
She carefully removed the scrapbook and opened it. Clearly it was very, very old. She turned to the last page in the book and saw five pictures of her mother partaking in explicit sexual relations. In one of the pictures she was being fucked by at least six men. It shocked her to see that one of the men laughing there was her father! The other pictures were equally as explicit as they included her with other women and one with her face covered in sperm.
'My God my mother was fucking freak!' Carin went through the pages and realized that each page was another woman in her family. She saw her aunt and mother actually kissing on one page. It went on like that down her family tree. The book must have been over a 100 years old and spanned at least 10 generations of Logan women. Carin put the book back in the chest and went to the music box. It was much newer than the scrapbook from the outside. She thought that is must have been something new her mother had put in there for her.
The box didn't make a sound when she opened it, but it did light up. Inside was a box of very small pills and a note. She opened the note and read it....
"My dear Carin. I'm sure everything you've seen in the chest has probably shocked you completely but you needn't be afraid. This is our nature. Logan women have been sexually liberated as far back as the dark ages. Understand that what the rest of the world finds depraved we find pefectly normal. Carin my dear, do not try to deny yourself. Check between your legs even now and you will see your true self breaking free..."
'OH MY GOD!' she thought. 'How could she know??' Carin touched her pussy and found that it was completely and totally soaked. She had wet herself all the way through her pajamas. She grabbed the letter to finish reading the last few lines...
"...the pills in the box that you have found are control pills. They won't give you total control of someone but they will allow you to easily persuade them to your will. The person taking the pill will seem to be in a drunk, almost hypnotic state and will easily bend to your desires. The time will come when you won't need the pills but until then use them wisely."
Carin closed the music box and shoved everything back inside the chest. She had to get rid of it before anyone saw its contents. She tried to move it but it was quite heavy. She decided to go back to bed and deal with it in the morning sometime when she would be alone.
That night Carin couldn't get a wink of sleep in. She tossed and turned. She was incredibly hot and there was a burning sensation in her crotch she had never felt before. She placed a pillow between her legs to try and stifle it but all that did was cause her even more excitement and so before she knew it she was grinding on the pillow like a mad woman. She was desperate and horny.
'What the fuck?!?' she thought to herself. She got up and went to go get some water. She could feel it though. It was the chest. It was calling her.
******
"Hey mom! How'd you sleep?"
Carin was a wreck. She did nothing but toss and turn. She could barely pour herself a cup of coffee.
Jasmin was already dressed and ready to go out.
"Wow mom. You don't look so good. Maybe you should go back to bed. I have a tennis match this morning." Jasmin then kissed her on the forehead and headed out the door. "Be back later!", she said as she waved.
