The Bimbo Pill Pt. 03 - Gwen

Disbelievingly, her eyes slid to Veronica Melton, who shrugged and nodded. "Sick," she breathed. "You're all sick."

"Hey." Apparently trying to defuse a situation which seemed on the verge of becoming dangerously volatile, Max waved his hand in front of his face. Out of the corner of his eye, Gwen could see his sister shaking her head in frantic warning, but his mouth apparently had become disconnected from his brain. "Take it easy, okay? I don't need to know you had a burrito for lunch."

Gwen couldn't stop herself. She hauled off and slapped her ex-boyfriend right across the face.

"What, is my breath too bad for you?" she shouted. "Fine!" She picked up a mint from the glass bowl on the coffee table. "Here. I wouldn't want to make things awkward by having halitosis when I interrupted you finger-banging your own fucking sister, you fucking pervert!"

Her hands shaking with anger, she peeled away the cellophane, and popped the mint into her mouth, chewing and swallowing.

Then she was struck by two things.

First, the breath mint tasted like ass.

Second, Max, his mother, and his sister were all staring at her with varying degrees of disbelieving horror.

"What?" she said into the sudden silence. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Congratulations, Gwen," Linda said cheerfully. "Now you're going to turn into a bimbo. Like me!"

"A what?"

"A bimbo," the older girl burbled on cheerfully. "At least that's what Mom calls the pill." Alone among the family, she had no attempt to cover herself, and Gwen couldn't help but look at the spot where her thighs met, or the golden tuft of down just above. "The Bimbo Pill. Once you take it, all you'll want to do is fuck!"

"Or eat. Or sleep," Veronica added warningly. "Or fight, if you're really pissed off at someone."

"Well, maybe. But for me, it makes me want to fuck," Linda said. "Lucky for me Max was here last night when Mom tricked me into taking it. Otherwise I might have screwed some gross old man who smelled like moldy potatoes."

"Right." Gwen looked at Veronica. She was pissed as hell at Max, and Linda wasn't making any sense. "What is she talking about, Ms. Melton?"

Veronica extended a slim, manicured hand. "Have a seat. And call me Veronica."

"Or Ronnie, if you're feeling nasty," Linda grinned.

Warily, Gwen sat on the edge of a chair, her hands clenched into fists in her lap. Max made as if to sit down beside her, but she snarled a warning, and he hastily backed off, joining his sister on the couch.

Veronica pinched the bridge of her nose. "I sweat to Christ, if I have to explain this one more time," she muttered, then launched into a litany that felt well-practiced, about how one of her experimental drugs had been given the axe by the government. And then about how her and Max had decided that she should try it on herself to see if it had any other potential uses.

Linda felt her jaw sag in disbelief as Veronica Melton, who had always seemed to her to be a shining exemplar of a modern, successful businesswoman, bluntly outlined the way the pill, under the right circumstances, reduced the user to a state of barely-restrained lust, blind to everything but her (or his) sexual desires. And about how she had seduced her own son. And then, even more damningly, had allowed her daughter to take the pill as well, until Max was the somewhat surprised recipient of a sexy little harem which just happened to include his mother and sister.

"And...that's the pill I took?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"Yep," Linda put in cheerfully. "You'll probably be flat on your back with your legs open in a few minutes."

"Or she'll have Max flat on his back, but she'll be too busy punching him in the face to worry about sex, dear," her mother said quellingly. To Linda, she added, "But don't freak out. It isn't permanent. It wears off in a few hours. Linda is acting like a tramp right now because she took a pill before breakfast. And it's not just sex," she continued, as Gwen sighed in relief that she wasn't going to be reduced permanently to a pile of blithering idiocy, "though that's the first thing everyone thinks of. I know the greedy bastards I work for didn't see anything but dollar signs when I finally put two and two together. But Mentothal really works by subverting the ego, leaving us bare to our most base emotions. And with you so angry already..." She put her head to one side, resembling nothing so much as a curious, blond sparrow. "Why are you so angry, dear?"

"Why? You can sit there, with your son fingering his sister, and ask that?" Her voice keyed upward, and she seemed helpless to stop the outpouring of raw, naked emotion. "She has everything. Everything! She's...she's smarter than me. And better-looking than me. And she doesn't have to lug around a huge pair of tits like me. Look at her! So beautiful and dainty. What a girl should look like, instead of a big fucking cow like I am."

"I like the way you look," Max said hesitantly.

"You shut up," she snarled. "Idiot. Man. And if you like me so much, why didn't you ask me to stay in Minnesota with you, instead of letting me go to Stanford? Huh?" She waved her hands disgustedly. "Or were you secretly happy to get rid of me? I bet you were." Appallingly, she felt her eyes well with tears. "I'll be all alone out there. And you'll have it all. Even your own sister." She sniffled, and wiped her eyes. "Look at those tits! They're perfect!"

"I...I thought you wanted to go to Stanford," Max said. If she hadn't been so damn angry, she would have been amused by his obvious confusion. You told me that Minnesota wasn't anything but a safety school for you."

"But did you ask?" Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a smile tugging at Veronica's lips. Somehow, that only made her angrier. Words, long held back, rushed out of her in a furious torrent. "Did you even once think to fucking ask, you moron? No! You just sat there and nodded like some sort of bobblehead. If you actually cared about me one god-damned bit, you would have asked me if maybe, just maybe, I might want to stay here with you. But no. You were so in love with your own sense of nobility that you just assumed that's what I wanted. Asshole.

"And now you've got it all. Even the sexiest fucking girl in Minnesota, your own sister. You have her, too."

"Um..." Max seemed to want to ask a question, but was too frightened of her to actually put it into words.

"Well?" she asked impatiently. "Spit it out!"

"Um. Gwen. Are you, like, bisexual? Or a lesbian? Is that why you're so pissed at me?"

"Of course she's not a lesbian," Linda put in. "I can see the way she looks at you, Max. She still wants you.

"But she's looking at me the same way." She licked her lips. "Hungry."

Gwen swallowed. Her throat was as dry as the Mojave. "I'm bisexual. I think." She swallowed again, looking at Max's beautiful, blonde-haired sister. "When we were both in high school, we were in the same gym class one year. Do you remember?"

Linda frowned, and shook her head. "No."

Despair raked its claws down her spine. "No. Of course you don't," she said dully. "Why would you? I was short and skinny and had zits all over my face, and you were already drop-dead gorgeous.

"I waited every day for sixth period. Not because I liked soccer or softball or any of that crap. But because when we showered I might see you naked. Just for a few minutes."

That revelation seemed to penetrate the haze of the pill, because Linda blinked. "Oh."

"I fantasized about you. In bed." She blushed, remembering some of those late-night sessions, her fingers frantically rubbing herself under the blankets, hoping her breathy moans wouldn't be heard through the bedroom door.

"You wanted to fuck me?" Linda asked curiously. She smiled at Gwen. "Well, why didn't you just ask?"

"What?"

"You could have asked me, silly!" Linda giggled charmingly. She bounced up out of her seat on the couch, while Max looked on, completely flummoxed. "Ooh. You've got great tits," she said, eyeing her bust covetously. "Can I touch them?"

"What?"

"What?" Max repeated, a little louder. "Linda," he asked, his voice very careful. "Are you bisexual, too?"

"Maybe?" Linda shrugged, her open expression unlike anything Gwen had ever seen on her usually reserved face. "I know I like Gwen's tits. They're so nice and big. Isn't that good enough for now?"

"It's good enough for me." Absurdly, she felt that she was going to break down and cry. For years, she had been desperate for one word of approval from Max's gorgeous, brilliant sister, who had always looked right through her. She had always felt like some lumbering, ungainly heifer next to her boyfriend's slim, elegantly curved sister. "I never knew you thought I was attractive."

"Well, you were going out with Max, weren't you?" Linda said logically. "it would be really rude to hit on my brother's girlfriend." She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "No matter how much I wanted to suck on those nice big titties of yours."

"Me?" She snickered. "I've wanted to touch your boobs for years. God, look at them! They're so damned perky it's like you have some sort of anti-gravity device in your chest."

"Well, yours are pretty damned sweet, too." Without any hint of shyness, Linda reached down, feeling her breast through her shirt. "Damn, girl. Those feel great. 36D?"

She nodded. "But if they get any bigger, I've thought about breast-reduction surgery. They're always in the way."

"Don't you dare!" The older girl's voice was fierce, and she looked up, startled. "There aren't anywhere near enough good sets of boobs around, Gwen. Don't think about touching yours."

"But they'll get all saggy, eventually."

"Not if you take care of yourself." Linda was kneeling on the floor in front of her chair, unbuttoning her shirt. Somehow, Gwen was not at all inclined to stop her, even when her blouse was gaping wide open and Linda was reaching behind her, fumbling at the hooks of her bra. With a flourish she pulled it off, leaving her chest exposed. "Is that a pair of prize-winning titties, or what?"

"Very nice," Veronica said approvingly, and Gwen flushed with pride.

No. Wait. Somehow she clawed her way back up to sanity, though her body was crying out for Linda's touch.

Pushing her hands aside, she glared black death at Max. "You still haven't answered my question."

Her ex-boyfriend took a deep breath. His eyes flickered back and forth around the room, as if he were seeking an exit. But there was none. His sister merely pouted, piqued that her seduction of Gwen had hit a snag. And his mother simply lifted an inquiring eyebrow. "You made this bed, Max. Are you angry that you have to lie in it?"

"If someone had the sense of decency to tell me why I was in trouble, I might agree with you, Mom."

He shook his head, turning back to Gwen. He knelt beside her chair, taking her hand. His fingers felt warm, while hers were ice-cold.

"Gwen. I love you. But I didn't want to stand in the way of your dreams. I thought that going to Stanford was the most important thing in your life.

"Apparently," he said, staving off her interruption, "I was wrong. I want to be with you. Would you stay here? In Minnesota? And go to college with me?"

Her eyes welled with tears. One dropped from each eye, coating her cheeks. "Yes," she whispered.

"Yay!" cheered Linda. Bouncing over to her chair, she threw her arms around the pair in an exuberant hug. "Oh," she said, sliding her hands up Gwen's back. "She feels good! Soft. Not like Max. But still really good." A pair of lips caressed the curve of her ear. "I'm so horny," she whispered, her warm breath sending shivers up and down her body. "And you interrupted me right when Max was going to make me cum. I think you should do something to make up for it."

She swallowed. "Like what?"

"Like eating me?" She turned, a devilish smile on her face. "What do you say, little brother? Want to watch your girlfriend eat your big sister's coochie?"

Max blinked, looking around the ground floor of the house. "Where?"

"Upstairs," his mother said firmly. Veronica stood, and though her blouse was still half undone, she wielded her parental authority with the kind of inbred arrogance which took for granted that her word would be obeyed. "Downstairs is a bad idea. As Gwen has so ably demonstrated. From now on, kids," she warned. "Upstairs is for fucking. If you want to take your pants off and get naughty, take a trip up the stairs. We don't want to give the mailman or the neighbors a free show. Especially..." here she trailed off and blushed. "Especially since we're probably violating several state laws when we do."

God, would they just shut up? The emotions of the last few minutes had her on a hair trigger, and there was a growing damp spot in her panties that couldn't be wholly blamed on her fall into the snow outside. "Is...is your bed big enough, Veronica?" she asked, failing to keep the eager tone out of her voice.

"Mom?" Max's eyes slid towards the three women? "All of us?"

Linda's eyes widened and her lips parted slightly. Gwen bit her lip as she saw the tips of her breasts stiffen. "Yes." Her hand went below the folds of her skirt. "Oh, God, yes. All of us. In one bed." Her arm jerked, and Gwen knew she was playing with herself.

"No," she said, grabbing her arm. "I'm going to be the one to make you cum."

"We might as well, Max," Veronica was saying. "Right now, we'd have better luck trying to stop a landslide than keeping those two apart."

Linda hit the stairs at a dead sprint, and Gwen was only a step behind her. Max and Veronica took the stairs more slowly.

"Mom, are you sure about this?" he asked quietly, listening to the thumps as the two girls dashed into his mother's bedroom. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I love Gwen. But three of you? I'm only human."

She smiled at him and patted his arm. "You'll do fine. Besides, I wouldn't be surprised if Gwen and Linda spend a lot of time in bed with each other. That would actually make your job a little easier. Your girlfriend is gorgeous, Max. She's pretty enough to even make me think about what it might be like to make love to a woman, and I've never, ever thought that about another woman before."

"Never?" he asked, turning into the upstairs hallway.

She smiled mysteriously. "Well. Almost never."

In her bedroom, Linda was already lying on the bed. For some reason, she was still wearing her skirt, though it was hiked up around her waist.

"Well?" she said, rolling her hips invitingly. "Who's going to be first? Max? Gwen?" A teasing silence. "Mom?"

Max traded a look at Gwen, reading the naked hunger in her eyes. "I think I know." He hugged his girlfriend. "How long have you wanted this?"

"Years," she whispered. In his arms, she was shaking, though whether with fear, desire, or some combination of the two, he couldn't tell.

"Then go to her, you big dummy." He let her go, then had a thought. "Do you want Mom and me to leave?"

She shook her head. Her fingers were already on the buttons of her blouse. "I want you here. With me. In case I..." she blushed prettily, blood turning her skin pink. "In case the pill makes me lose control."

You've already lost control, Max didn't say. He would be willing to bet cash money that Gwen would never have confessed her secret desire for his sister without the pill's influence. They had gone out for over a year. And not once had Gwen given him the slightest hint that she found his sister, or any other woman, for that matter, desirable. In fact, he could distinctly remember her making a face when the subject came up. As if she found the entire subject distasteful.

Or, perhaps, uncomfortable. One she did not want to discuss.

"God, those tits," Linda breathed as Gwen finally shed the last of her clothes. Max couldn't help but agree. While his sister was attractively petite, Gwen was built on a different scale entirely, tall and lithe, with breasts which were just as impressively large as her worshipful voice indicated. Linda's hand snuck down between her legs, seeking out her pussy with the mindless need that he had grown familiar with over the last few weeks.

The Bimbo Pill was taking control.

And it had hold of Gwen, as well. "Oh, God," she whispered, crawling onto the bed. Her hands slid up Linda's legs, pushing them apart. "I've dreamed about this." Her golden head sank, and though her hair hid her face from view, he could tell by the sounds that she was kissing his sister's legs, and moving steadily higher.

A hand moved over his groin, squeezing in an inquisitive fashion. "Ah." His mother smiled at him. "Nice and hard. Which one is getting you excited, baby? Your sister? Your girlfriend, with her bi-curious kink?"

He smiled back, putting his arms around her. "Maybe," he said quietly, "it's my sexy-as-fuck mom." His hands kneaded her ass softly. "Who is responsible for where we are today."

She drew back, looking in his eyes. On the bed behind them, Linda gave a muffled squeak, which transformed into a deep, purring moan. "Oh, shit," her voice slurred. "That's...that's fucking fantastic."

"Are you blaming me, Maxwell?"

"Blame you?" He bent down, kissing her thoroughly. "Right. The same way I'd blame you if you came home with the winning lottery ticket."

"Fat chance," she sniffed. "Lotteries are a tax on people who are bad at math."

"Yes." He rolled his eyes. "You've made that point before, Mom. Repeatedly.

"So do we fuck in here? Or go to my room?"

"Here." The voice wasn't much more than a gasp, but they both turned to see Linda. Her face was flushed, and her hands were between her legs, cradling Gwen's cheeks in her palms. The taller woman's mouth was furiously working on her pussy, and Linda's entire body was trembling. "I want you guys here when I cum. Oh, shit. Oh, damn. Oh, fuck, she's eating me so good! Even better than you, Max!"

"Give me a break. I've only done it once."

"So far." Her eyes rolled back. Beside him, his mother was rapidly undressing, her eyes fixed on the two women. Gwen's hands rose, exploring Linda's body with a kind of tentative wonder. The tips of her fingers grazed her nipples, and Linda jerked up to a half-sitting position, panting for breath.

"Jesus, that's hot," Veronica muttered. In seconds, she was naked and scrambling onto the bed. Her shoulder just brushed her daughter's as she lay down. Max was busy taking his own clothes off. As her freed his manhood, he gave a groan of relief. These days, it seemed much simpler to go around nude than to actually wear clothes. And with so many sexy women around, all seemingly bent on screwing him blind, who could blame him?

He joined the three women on the bed, giving his sister an amused glance. Her face was red and slicked with sweat. "How's she doing, Linda?" He ran a teasing hand up the curve of Gwen's back.

The smaller girl gave him a wobbling smile. "She might be an amateur at this lesbian shit, Maxy. But she eats pussy like a pro."

From below came a happy giggle, and Linda jerked again. "Oh, damn. That was right on my clit." Her voice wasn't much more than a whisper.

"She's good at oral," he commented, and leaned over to give his sister a kiss on the mouth. She returned it eagerly, their tongues licking away at each other.

Before he could get too involved with his gorgeous sister, he found his ear caught in his mother's fingers, and she hauled him back to her side of the bed. "Hey, there," she said sternly, though her lips curved. "Remember me?"

"Hi, Mom." He gave Linda's breast a goodbye squeeze, and settled in over his mother. As he did, he felt a set of fingers reach upwards, twining with his own, and he returned the pressure from Gwen's hand.