Gemini Ch. 03

I stood there frozen for a moment. I didn't understand what he was saying, so caught up in the emotion of what I was experiencing. With hindsight, I know it was because it would guarantee my silence. If he, or his donors, were exposed, they would take me down with them.

Grant made a noise halfway between a grunt and a sigh, then disengaged and walked off towards his office, while I made every effort to stop myself from collapsing with despair.

It must have been all of thirty seconds, but it felt like an eternity before my senses returned to me. My resolve, my determination. I wouldn't let this happen. It might have meant, if my theories were correct, genocide.

I turned on my heels and moved back into my lab, where by day I worked on the sedative that kept the sisters sedated. Grant would be expecting me to prepare a lethal dose, so anything he saw on his monitors wouldn't be considered unusual. But I was doing nothing of the sort. I would show him that I was more than the insignificant girl he thought me to be.

Once I'd made the appropriate cocktail of drugs, I loaded them into two syringes for injection into the girls' IV lines. I started with Subject B. I gave her the drugs, disconnected her from the monitoring equipment in her room, then wheeled her on her bed, through to the incinerator. I left her lying there in the dark while I did the same to her pregnant sister.

When they were both in the room, I turned on the lights and fired up the incinerator, making it look like I was preparing their naked bodies for their final moments. I kept an eye on the camera in the corner of the room, hoping my intuition was correct.

I was rewarded a few moments later when I saw the green LED turn red, indicating that Grant had turned off the live feed. He didn't want or need to see his work being destroyed. This was my only chance.

"Minnie, wake up," I said, shaking Subject A's pregnant form, calling her by her real name for the first time since her birthday months ago.

Minnie groaned, the drugs I gave her to clear her system of all traces of sedative taking quick effect. "Doctor Miller?"

"Shh," I cautioned, beginning to take off my coat. "There's no time to explain. Listen to me very carefully. You've been asleep for 8 months. You're pregnant. Dr. Grant wants to hurt you, your sister and your unborn baby."

"What?!" she exclaimed, running her hands down her naked form. I did my best to ignore how she lightly cupped her breasts, already heavy with milk, and gently rubbed her swollen belly, already maternal in her actions after only a few seconds of consciousness.

I handed her my coat; a full-length faux-fur number that would just about cover her modesty. "Take this and my car keys, they're in my left pocket," I instructed, pointedly not answering any of her questions. There really was no time. "Get in my car and wait for me. I'll get your sister and follow you as soon as possible."

"I don't understand," she said as she sat up, still groggy, and shouldered on my coat. I helped her to her feet and ushered her towards the fire exit across the room. It led to the underground parking.

"My car is the only green one. Press the top button to unlock the doors. Get in the back and lie down. Please trust me."

"I don't know what's happening," she said, tears forming in her eyes, but moving towards the door as instructed.

"I'll explain as soon as we're safe, I promise," I reassured her. "Go!"

As soon as she'd left the room, I moved to her sister's side and shook her more vigorously. "Gem, you need to wake up."

"What?" she replied, just as bleary as her sister had been.

I began taking off my jumper and dress, leaving me with just my vest and undershorts. I'd be freezing, but Gem needed clothes as well. "You need to listen to me very carefully. You've been asleep for 8 months. Do you remember what happened?"

"I was... Minnie took me back to my room, then I..." she slurred, her cheeks flushing as she trailed off. "We, uh... oh god, what the hell?!"

She'd seen - or perhaps felt - the penis between her legs. It had been flaccid until now, but clearly the memory of her escapade with Minnie had caused it to become partially erect. It twitched invitingly, but I had to keep my composure.

"Gem, listen to me, listen to me. You're in danger. Both you and Minnie. I promise I'll explain what's happened to you as soon as you're both safe."

"Where is she?!" Gem asked, tearing her eyes away from her new organ. It was all I could do to do the same and look her in the eye.

"She's in my car, waiting for us both. I'm going to get you out of here."

"What? I don't understand."

"You need to trust me, Gem, please. Put these on and let's go, quickly."

It took a tense minute for Gem to put my clothes on. My attention was torn between the sight of her magnificent body and the mercifully red LED on the camera in the corner. Grant would still be unaware of what was happening.

We both left via the same fire exit as Minnie had a few minutes ago. I saw her peering over the bottom rim of the rear window as we approached, and signalled for her to get down. I opened the passenger side door for Gem and rushed her in, before dashing around to the driver's side. I started the car and resisted the urge to tear out of there, instead making sure to appear as normal as possible.

-

"Stop," Alison interrupted, holding her hands up. She'd been whispering it to herself, louder and louder since she'd heard their names for the first time, but she'd finally found her voice. There's no fucking way.

Kirsty brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, almost innocently, her expression still friendly.

"Ali, was she..." Lisa began, her face glistening with a sheen of sweat, "is she talking about-"

"Yeah," Alison interrupted. "Has to be." She didn't want to believe it, but she'd had an inkling since mid-way through Dr. Miller's story.

"Minnie," Lisa said, her voice quavering. "Gem."

"Minerva," Alison replied, her voice more solid. "Gemma."

Kirsty's expression changed to one of genuine compassion. "Your mother and... let me guess, aunt?"

Alison wanted to swear, angry for reasons she couldn't process. "How long have you known?"

"Who you were?" she asked, her eyebrows expressing suspicion at the question. "Since the moment I answered the door, I suppose."

"What? How?" Lisa asked, covering her loins with both hands. Both Alison and Kirsty noticed the motion.

"You're both the spitting image of your mothers," Kirsty replied slowly, her eyes once again darting across Lisa's body, seemingly in search of something.

"You're lying," Lisa exclaimed. "Mum and Aunt Gemma... they're not like..."

"Like what, Lisa?" Kirsty probed, her face now betraying hints of excitement.

"We're leaving," Alison stated, standing up and moving protectively in front of her sister.

Kirsty stood as well, her shock apparent. She no longer had control of the situation. "Wait, please, I didn't mean-"

"You didn't mean to what, lie to us?" Alison snapped, reaching her hand out behind her and feeling Lisa grasp it. She's shaking.

Kirsty's expression looked genuinely pained, her smile gone. "I'm... I'm sorry, I don't know why I told you so much so soon," she frowned, apparently confused with her own actions. "I hadn't intended to be so upfront, so... explicit... but I just kept going..."

Alison swallowed a retort and simply turned away from Dr. Miller's rambling. "How are you holding up?" she asked Lisa, quietly. Her sister's eyes darted downwards before returning to meet Alison's unflinching gaze. Her entire body was a tremor, but she nodded - a short, sharp gesture, her eyes feverish. The sheen of sweat across her brow told Alison that she was doing all she could to maintain her composure.

"I'm sorry, I didn't..." Kirsty repeated, wincing as she screwed her eyes shut and gave a placating gesture with her hands. "I should have told you I knew, but... but I didn't know if you knew, and you obviously didn't, so I-"

"I said we're leaving," Alison repeated, tugging Lisa along as she moved back towards the door to the lounge. She was careful to keep Lisa's body out of sight of Kirsty as they went, but Lisa's worsening condition afforded no time for subtlety.

"What are you not telling me?!" Kirsty exclaimed, the first time she'd raised her voice. It wasn't angry or threatening, but echoed with frustration and an odd longing.

"You're asking us?!" Alison sniped over her shoulder, shuffling Lisa as quickly as she could. Sneaking a glance downwards, she saw that her sister's panties had once again lost the battle to contain her growing erection. Lisa's was now protruding very obviously from underneath her dress. Alison hoped she had managed to keep Kirsty from noticing.

"Please, I'll tell you everything I know!" Kirsty pleaded, thankfully staying back at the lounge entryway as the two sisters made their way down the hallway to the door.

Alison didn't respond, instead fumbling with the door handle for a moment, then ushering Lisa outside. She cast one last look at Kirsty as she made to complete their escape; the Doctor's expression was almost desperate.

"You know where to find me!" Kirsty exclaimed, before Alison slammed the door shut.

Now free from Kirsty's piercing gaze and out of earshot, Alison grabbed Lisa by the shoulders and turned her around so they were face to face. She was about to ask how bad it was, but Lisa's expression spoke volumes. Locking eyes, she saw Lisa begin to arch forwards, moving in to press her lips against her sister's. Alison noticed the movement and, with only a split second of hesitation, jerked backwards.

"Lise, we can't, not here!" she whispered hoarsely, turning Lisa around and pushing her gently towards the gate at the end of the path. Just not here? Jesus fucking Christ... Lisa stumbled slightly, but Alison gripped her shoulders and kept her upright. Anyone looking right now might not be able to tell from a distance, but if she didn't get Lisa back to the car soon...

"It's getting worse, Ali..." Lisa moaned. "It's only been, what, a few hours?"

Alison's eyes widened at the implication of what Lisa was saying. It's getting worse. It's getting faster. Less time between incidents. Oh god, what if what Dr. Miller said is true?! She couldn't allow herself to dwell on that right now. Shaking her head, she continued coaxing Lisa onwards. The two made it to the gate, which Alison opened before checking if the coast was clear. The street outside remained blessedly empty.

"We'll get you to the car and then home, and then we'll deal with... the situation..." Alison euphemised.

"I'm not gonna make it that long..." Lisa slurred, sounding almost drunk with lust.

"It's not that long!" came the denial, Alison manhandling her sister towards the car, unlocking it on the way. "Just hold on and I promise we'll deal with it as soon as we're safe!"

Lisa half-fell against the passenger side of Alison's car, before turning around to look at her sister. Her face was at war with itself; emotions were battling for supremacy, each taking their turn to force their way to the fore. Alison knew that the turmoil inside would be much greater, because she felt something very similar, albeit without the mind-warping intensity.

If she tells me to suck her off right now, I'm not going to be able to say no. Alison tried to keep her composure, but the gentle breeze blowing down the street allowed her to feel the sweat on her forehead. Her panties were uncomfortably wet; they'd lost the ability to hold any more liquid after the day's events.

There was a pause of ten, perhaps twenty seconds, both of them staring at one another. Lisa bit her bottom lip, chest heaving and cock twitching. Alison stood as still as possible, as if Lisa couldn't see her if she didn't move. Is this it? Is this where we finally lose control?

But then, Lisa turned around and wordlessly got into the car. Alison realised she'd been holding her breath and let out a sigh. Inside, Lisa was belting up, her face showing that she'd regained some measure of composure. As soon as she didn't need to see what she was doing, she closed her eyes.

Alison understood. She's trying to pretend I'm not here. It wouldn't work for long. If Lisa's senses were as heightened as Alison felt her's to be, even the sound of her voice might be enough to break the spell, to say nothing of the power of scents. I can smell her hair, her body... she must be able to smell me, too.

Alison got into the car and started the engine, before buckling up and lowering both the driver and passenger side windows all the way. The noise and the fresh air... they might help... just long enough to get us home. Even her thoughts were becoming ragged around the edges. She doubted whether she should even be driving in this state, but the alternative didn't bear thinking about.

Dropping it into first and releasing the handbrake, Alison began driving as quickly as she could towards home.

-

In her mind, Lisa imagined herself flying across an endless ocean. The roaring of the wind blowing through her hair helped; the sound and feeling lending weight to the fantasy. She'd used this imagery to help her at various points in life. Her favourite was falling asleep to the sound of heavy rain, pattering on her roof and window. In those moments, she visualised herself suspended in a bubble, floating instead of flying, above that very same ocean.

Now, she was trying desperately to maintain her sense of calm. The ocean became more turbulent, boiling and foaming below her. The wind occasionally ceased, as Alison had to slow for what must be a junction, threatening to slow her imaginary flight and plunge her into the waters below.

Just keep flying. It wouldn't be long. She could keep herself detached until they were safe; away from the eyes and ears of the outside world. But then what? Jerry cans?

Lisa knew there would be no need for them. She knew what was going to happen, or some version of it. Dozens of imagined scenarios had rushed through her mind since Kirsty had relayed her version of events. She knew instinctively now what she hadn't been able to fully understand, let alone accept, before. But she couldn't verbalise it; not now, not yet. Not when they were still in danger of being seen.

But she knew that she was going to lose control. It felt like every cell in her body was screaming at her to simply give in. Still detached enough to appreciate it, she gave herself a mental pat on the back for being able to withstand her own biology. It helped; not much, and certainly not enough to quell the raging waters below, but still. Was dissociating from herself the answer? Worth a try.

With no transition, Lisa was now watching herself fly. An observer, sharing the same trajectory, but detached. She watched herself, upright in the wind, eyes closed, her arms open wide, legs pinned together and angled slightly backwards. Like a ship's figurehead. For some reason, she was also completely naked. Never thought of how I looked when I came here.

A bump in the road threatened to jolt Lisa back into herself and then out of the daydream. She maintained her distance from herself, but with growing dismay saw that she was only barely above the water now. Skimming the ocean with her toes, it wouldn't be long now before no amount of dissociation or mental fortitude would be enough.

Hurry, she thought, and was surprised to see herself mouth the word. In the real world, she felt a jolt of acceleration and the wind getting stronger. Did she hear that? Who? Alison.

And with that, Lisa saw her flying self's eyes shoot open. Alison. In that instant, she lost her dissociation, the bubble around her collapsed and she plunged into the water below.

Back in the car, Lisa opened her eyes and saw that they were racing down a street. Their street. Their house was literally seconds away. It didn't matter.

Oh fuck, this is different than before. Instead of mindless confusion, there was singular focus. Instead of the endless fog of lust that she'd experienced until now, she felt like a concentrated storm cloud of directed desire. Her skin tingled at the realisation, both exhilarating and terrifying. Like the rush of adrenaline you get before doing something you know is wrong, Lisa was completely enthralled.

She let out a moan, immediately lost in the wind, but Alison somehow noticed. Her neck shot around for a split second, her eyes widening.

"Shitting shit," Alison swore, slowing slightly to turn into their driveway. "Just hold on, Lise, we're almost there!"

"I want you," Lisa said, not quite believing the words were hers. It was like her lips were moving of their own volition. She reached over to Alison in the driver's seat, her arms grasping mindlessly. "I need you, Ali."

There was another jolt as Alison lost control of the car in the driveway and hit the fence. "Fuck!" she swore again, steering out of the low speed collision. The wood bent slightly and attempted to right itself as she drove away and then hit the brakes. Pulling the handbrake and unbuckling herself, she got out of the car and raced around to Lisa's side.

Lisa sat there for the second or so it took Alison to reach her. This is bad. The door opened and Alison reached inside, grabbing her arm.

"Lise, move, inside!" Alison instructed, pulling her. Lisa's skin felt like fire where Alison touched her, another moan escaping her lips. She could see Alison's cheeks reddening. Letting herself be pulled upright, and without any conscious control, she transformed the motion into an embrace, wrapping her arms around Alison's head as she pulled herself in for a kiss, forcing her tongue into her sister's mouth.

Alison's initial grunt of disapproval quickly transformed into a begrudging moan of pleasure. Her nails dug into Lisa's arm, but the grip slowly loosened. It was several blissful seconds before Alison regained her composure and tried to push Lisa away.

"Mmmph, mmmph!" Alison tried to speak under the assault of Lisa's tongue. She managed to pull herself free. "Lise! Stop!"

"I can't," Lisa replied, her voice unmistakably her own, but still shocking to hear. I've lost whatever control I had over this.

"Fuck, Lisa, someone will see us, we need to get ins-mmph!" Alison protested, before being cut off by Lisa pulling her back into the kiss. One of her arms was now reaching around Alison's back, unfastening her bra, while Lisa's erect member was pushing into Alison's midriff. I can't. I can't stop myself. I don't want to stop. She doesn't want me to stop. Why do we have to stop?

With great effort, Alison forcefully pushed Lisa away, causing her to stumble. Lisa saw the look of confusion mixed with arousal on her sister's face. With apparent difficulty, Alison turned and strode towards the house, unlocking the door. Once she'd done so, she quickly faced Lisa again, her expression like that of a hunted animal, expecting her hunter to be upon her. Lisa simply stood where she had been left, panting with lust. She tastes so good.

Alison's eyes danced over Lisa's body, always coming back to her penis, jutting outwards under her dress. Lisa couldn't take her eyes off of Alison, but she could feel the damp patch at its tip, soaking through the fabric; just a fraction of what she could feel building up inside of her. Where is it all coming from?