Converted: Bring the Family, Part 14

[Amazon is still dragging its feet, and I am as usual in a fine mess, but there's the new chapter.  XOXOX, Tam]

Sharon and Sophie staggered home holding on to each other and chuckling. They were both stoned out of their heads and loaded in bags. They had found an all-nite mall on the other side of town and had rampaged through shops and salons, Sophie blowing out all her cash and working her credit cards to death.
They had also been able to score some pot and a bottle of yellow and red pills that had really helped them stay up all night.
“How the fuck did you know to find a pusher?” Sharon asked, swallowing her fix.
Sophie had shrugged. “There’s a lot of things I’ve learned in the last few hours, luv. I guess your fantasies are working on me full tilt now.”
Now they crashed on the living room couch, breathing hard.

Sophie had invested some cash on a fix for her home-made haircut, and now was sporting a short fake blond mop, framing her slack, jaded face.
She had got rid of the ripped and knotted blouse and now a leather vest, half-zipped up to reveal a good portion of cleavage, hugged her torso. The ravaged jeans she had stolen at the dinner now were held in place by a studded belt, and her beringed toes showed in her high-heeled sandals.
“Shit my head is exploding,” she sighed.
She passed a hand on her exposed belly, caressing the piercing in her navel.
Sharon just groaned. “We need another pill,” she said.
Sophie pulled out the bottle and tapped two pills in the palm of her hand. She picked one between thumb and forefinger and placed it neatly on her daughter’s extended tongue. She chuckled as Sharon swallowed it and shuddered, the chemicals kicking in. She swallowed her medicine in turn.
“Let’s save these,” Sharon said, taking the half-empty bottle from her fingers.
Sophie lit a cigarette. “We can score some more,” she said, filling her lungs with smoke.
“I was thinking Fran and Dave might like some.”
Sophie’s eyes goggled, the dilated pupils giving the woman a feverish look.
“Where are the two fuckers?” she blurted.
Sharon stood, taking a moment to find her balance, and offered her her hand. “Come,” she said. “Let’s see if my experiment worked out as expected.”

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Dave’s room was filled with cigarette smoke, so thick Sharon’s eyes stung for a moment. She walked in, squinting, Sophie close behind her, one hand on her ass.
“Hi, cousin,” a voice rumbled from the bed.
Sharon did a double take, then leant on a chest of drawers.
Dave was sitting in the bed, his back against the wall, an obscene leer on his big mouth. The clean-cut kid she had met that afternoon was gone, replaced by a hulking brute, a mane of black curls framing a strong, square-jawed face in which black eyes sparkled evilly.
He stared at Sophie for a moment and his leer widened. “Fuck, mom, is that you?”
Sophie struck a pose and grinned. “What do you say?”
“You are both pretty hot,” he rumbled.
He was smoking a cigarette, holding it between first and second finger of his left hand. His right hand was massaging Francesca’s hip. The girl was cuddling against his side, her cheek rubbing the curly hair of his chest. She was completely naked, and she was holding a can of beer and a cigarette in the same hand. Francesca laughed when she saw Sharon’s surprised expression.
“You knew, didn’t you, bitch?” she asked drunkenly. “Shit, you should have told me.”
Then she gave a drunken smile at Sophie.
There were scratches and bruises on her hips, and bite marks on her tits. Her other hand was gently stroking Dave’s massive erection. She flexed her knee, her calf rubbing her man’s leg. Her twat was a soft triangle of very dark curls, glistening wetly. She gave Sharon an aggressive look as she came closer, and sat on the bed. Francesca kissed Dave’s chest possessively. Sharon kept her eyes on Dave’s cock, her head thumping. The mattress sagged as Sophie sat on the other side of the bed, facing Francesca.
The girl shook her head, her long black hair falling over her shoulder and across her ample boobs. Sophie and Sharon traded a glance. Who’d have thought sweet little Fran was hiding such beauties under her shapeless sweaters and blouses?, Sharon mused.
She knew Francesca had not changed, not physically. The big tits, the hungry twat, the ample hips and the rock-solid ass had always been there, as had the long black hair and the black eyes. But it was easy to see that the girl’s spirit had been totally subverted, and she was quite happy about it. Sharon recognized in her the same darkness she had found in herself. She could see Francesca had been seduced, corrupted and converted, and was now living the first minutes of her new life. Sharon eyed Dave’s cock appreciatively, and they traded a malignant grin.
“That’s what I call a magic cock,” Sharon said.
Dave squeezed Francesca’s tit, and she giggled evilly.
“Yeah,” he said. “The sort that turns good girls into sluts.”
Francesca laughed drunkenly, pushed her long hair off her shoulder, and continued to massage Dave’s erection. “Christ but I love being a slut.”
“Wanna try?” Dave said, his eyes in Sharon’s. “Maybe it would make you even badder.”
Sophie leant over. “How did you say?” she whispered in her daughter’s ear. “It’s not incest if you can’t get pregnant.”
Sharon laughed. She took Francesca’s hand and gently pulled it off Dave’s shaft.
“Nobody ever got pregnant for a blow job,” she smiled.
Francesca pouted, and took a deep drag from her cigarette.
“Come here,” Sophie said sweetly, uncorking her pills bottle. “Take one of these, and then I’ll braid your hair.”
Francesca squealed happily, crawled over and with her eyes sparkling wickedly  popped three pills.
“You should touch my tits too,” she said as she leant into Sophie’s embrace.