Pass It Along/7

"Well, that cinches it. Looks like your little sister -" Jack began.

"Mandy," supplied Mandy cutely.

" . . . Mandy has started a new game," Jill said, finishing her brother's sentence.

"But we don't even know what the game is about," said Brittany.

"Oh, it's a dirty game," said Jack.

"Really dirty," said Jill, "but fun too."

"Well, we know the rules, but how do we play the game?" asked Aaron.

"Well, to start, if you say you're playing . . . and you can see Imir, you're playing . . . period," said Jack. "No backing out."

"No second thoughts," added Jill. "While playing the game the rules apply . . . but not outside the game. We tend to stay in here while there isn't a game being played."

"For safety," added Jack.

"For safety," emphasized Jill.

"From the Pixie?" asked Aaron. "But you made him sound nice."

"He is," said Jack.

"But he's not the only thing here," added Jill.

"There's a succubus."

"And a perverted ghost."

"And a randy pookah."

"And even more things show up all the time."

The kids focus shifts back and forth as the twins trade off saying each sentence.

"This room protects us from all of it," finishes Jack.

"Imir can only protect us while we're playing the game."

"But what is the game . . . and how do we win . . . or at least not loose?" asked Brittany.

"Well . . . that's a little complicated. It changes all the time . . . other than the rules we already gave you. Imir tells us the rules when he starts the game . . . but your sister started the game, so we'll have to see Imir before we know what this game is about. The thing is the game is always sexual . . . just so you know," the twins said, taking turns as always.

"But Mandy is just six years old," said Brittany.

"We were three when we started," said Jack.

"Maybe younger," added Jill, "that's just our earliest memory."

"Three?" said Aaron incredulously, "but that's Chrissy's age." He would never admit it, but the idea of doing sexy things with his three year old sister was kind of turning him on. His little cock stiffened in his pants, which did not escape Brittany's horny radar.

"Our family have been playing for centuries. Daddy just has forgotten. You see that was one of his win wishes. So he wouldn't remember that mommy is his daughter. And that he used to play with us too," said the twins alternately.

"I didn't think adults could play," said Brittany.

"Well, they can if they can see Imir. Basically, children under the age of fourteen can see Imir automatically. If you play with Imir you can always see him, no matter how old you get. Mommy still plays all the time. People fourteen and older can be allowed to see Imir if they truly believe in fairies, and rub pixie dust in their eyes. Pixie dust is Imir's dried cum . . . or that of any fey really." The twin's unique form of alternating speech was beginning to feel normal to the Schultz children as they took it all in.

"Either way," said Jack, "I'm tired of this library, so I'll play too . . . no matter what the game."

"I'll play as well," said Jill.

Feeling peer pressure, Brittany and Aaron said, "Me too," in unison . . . almost like the twins.

"Well, I guess we wait until we see Imir again to find out what the game is this time," said Jill. "I hope I win so I can wish to be fertile!"

"We're supposed to meet them at 8pm by the pool," said Aaron.

"But that's such a long wait," whined Jill.

"I could help you pass the time, sis," said Jack as he grabbed her by the crotch from behind and started to massage.

The Schultz children didn't know how to respond to such blatantly sexual behavior occurring between brother and sister right in front of them; and found themselves nervously looking about in order to avoid looking directly at the pair.

* * *

Meanwhile . . .

Barry couldn't get the song out of his head. He had started noticing it about the time they entered the house. It was obvious no one else heard it, so he kept his trap shut. Whatever it was, it was not his style. It wasn't rebellious at all. It was neither hard nor fast; but soft and soothing. Even his hardest Death Metal was no longer blocking it out. Then they entered the library, and it suddenly stopped. He was relieved for a moment, then immediately missed the music that he had been trying to block out just a moment before. He felt like he needed to find the source.

"Mom, Dad," he said, "Would it be okay if I explored on my own."

His parents looked at each other and had a moment of non-verbal communication, then Dylan said, "I don't see why not; just be careful."

"Thanks dad," Barry said as he rushed off.

"And be in the dining room at seven for dinner!" yelled Dylan after him.

"Sure dad," came the distant reply.

--Elerneron (talk) 14:43, 22 August 2018 (CEST)

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