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I Accidentally created a Cult

She hugged me back, kissing my chest. "I hate to see anything interrupt your work. It's so important."

"No piece of paper, no matter how old or how precious, matters near as much to me as you. She's part of you, and as such, she matters more than anything else." I kissed her softly and turned to face Lilith, averting my eyes. "Ask, please."

"Why won't you look at me? How come it's okay for you to look at her, hold her, kiss her, and you won't even look at me?" She sounded upset, and I knew I had to tread lightly.

"She's my companion. I have no secrets from her. I share my life with her."

"Do you have secrets from me?"

"No, Lilith. Ask and I will tell you anything."

She appeared upset. "Please look at me, Joshua. You're hurting my feelings."

I looked into her eyes, and drew her close, hugging her gently. "I'm sorry. I never want to hurt you. I ... I'm just embarrassed. You are too pretty, too tempting. Seeing you naked is difficult."

"Worse than seeing my sister? At least I'm wearing panties."

"She's my companion, Lilith. Koinônos."

"And what am I?" she asked, her arms encircling me, her hands rubbing my back.

"You're her sister. Our guest. My conscience."

"Your conscience?" she asked eagerly.

"I think so. That's why it's so important you understand and agree with what I'm doing. Tell me it's wrong and I'll stop. I told you that. Tell me to send you two away and I will. The only thing I won't do is stop my work."

"But you said I can't command you."

"You can't. You can't make me stand on one leg. You can't make me submit to you. What you can do is tell me I'm doing something wrong and I will heed you."

"Is that my purpose?"

I looked down into her eager face, feeling more than a little guilty. I brushed her hair back. "Your purpose is between you and Him. All I know is that it is very important to me, essential even, that you understand and approve. So ask me anything."

"Is it wrong for me to help Beth? Help her take care of you?"

"It is only wrong if you do it for any reason other than your honest desire to help. Don't do it out of guilt, or gratitude, or guile. Do it because you believe it's the right thing to do."

"I do, Joshua. I ... I think I'm supposed to help her. It's a difficult thing and she works so hard. I think I was meant to come here, to confront you, to understand, and to support her. She has always been the one to support me. Now she needs my help. I want to help her. Please tell me it's okay. I know I'm not your companion, I wasn't chosen, but I can help."

I leaned down and kissed her lightly. "Thank you."

She stood on tiptoe and kissed me back. "I can help?"

"You are welcome to do whatever you feel you should. My home is open to you. I won't question your decisions or reasons. Thank you."

"You won't be embarrassed to see me like her, or for me to see you? I swear I won't tease you again."

I smiled, shaking my head. "You will test my will, beautiful child. But no, I accept you as you are, part of us."

Bethany interceded. "Any more questions troublemaker, or can the man do what he's destined to? Have you forgotten what we saw? Are you going to keep delaying what we both know is what he should be doing?"

Lilith blushed. "I needed to know, Beth. No more questions."

Bethany kissed me lightly. "I think you can finish on your own now. Breakfast will be ready when you are. Don't let us get in your way today." She climbed out of the shower and Lilith turned to follow her. Then little sis turned back and kissed me. She grinned. "No questioning," she teased.

Thank God they left. A few more seconds, and I'd need their help with my 'release' again.

* * *

The girls were cheerful at breakfast. Chatterboxes, discussing their plans for the day. Lilith talked about school for a bit. Bethany said she needed to do some shopping, then she'd go to work.

Me? I had the beginnings of a plan in mind. A rather dastardly one and it was time to start acting upon it.

I told them I'd be out a good part of the day. Research required, part of my essential tasks.

"It's alright if I come over after school, if Beth is not here, right?" Lilith asked nervously.

I turned to Bethany. "Make her a key." Looking back at Lilith, I told her, "You're welcome any time. My home is your home. I thought we were clear on that. If you don't understand, please ask me anything."

"No," she said anxiously as her sister glared at her. "I understand, I just, I guess I wanted to let you know that I'd be coming over."

I nodded. "You might want to spend a little time today making friends with Hercules. He's a little more suspicious than I am. There are treats in the pantry."

"You're sure you don't mind?"

"Not at all. I should warn you, sometimes I get a little cranky when working. I might not be the most sociable."

"Don't worry about me. I won't get in your way. I promise. I can keep out from underfoot. Besides, I have a lot of studying I need to do myself."

My initial plans were simple enough. I wanted to build on the illusion of my purpose and moral authority. I was God's mouthpiece and tool. I think I had the girls believing that, but I wanted to reinforce it.

No more sloppy robes or baggy shorts around the house. I thought of Hugh Hefner and his iconic smoking jackets. I wanted something similar. The papers I worked with had to seem immensely important. The way I had them scattered around the study undermined that. Images of spiritual intent should be commonplace, a reminder of what we were doing. Maybe I could formalize something at our meals. So many little things, and no time like the present to start.

* * *

My outing was a success, and I arranged for the prints to be framed and delivered within the week. The additional wardrobe selections from Neiman Marcus I was able to take with me immediately.

A couple of hours at Mardels, the Christian bookstore, provided enough religious and spiritual decor items to outfit a dozen homes. Among the things I wanted to do was to create some rituals, reinforcing the moral authority. In fact, my goal was to slowly convince the girls to suggest the rituals, as if they were handed down from on high and not my idea. That might be a little tricky.

I also spent a good amount of time doing research at the library, where nobody was looking over my shoulder. I needed to find some resources, technical ones, that would help me in my machinations.

Some of the ideas were very basic. When I got home, the girls were gone. I dressed in one of my new robes and went to work removing the door to my room. I made copies of my fake documents, and put the originals in frames and placed them in Grandpa's gun safe, which I'd never had cause to use before.

I was back at work in the study, instead of my usual place in the living room. I wanted to create clear, identifiable regions of my home. The place was huge, over 8,000 square feet. The upstairs had been closed off ever since I'd moved in. The downstairs was more than spacious enough for my needs. I was considering opening up the second floor if needed.

Hercules barked when Bethany arrived back home. I heard her moving about and waited. Sure enough, she peeked in on me at my desk, and left me alone, moving quieter.

I was working on creating a translation of my original concept for the first couple of chapters. I knew that at some point I'd need help, but I wanted to keep it secret. I figured I could farm out one or two lines to different people, and keep the subject matter a mystery. I looked up and Bethany was standing quietly in the doorway.

"Come in, please," I urged her.

"I didn't want to interrupt."

I resisted the urge to tell her not to worry about it. "Thank you."

She smiled. "Would you like a late lunch? I thought I would cook us something before I go to work. I have to be in by four."

"That would be perfect. Please let me know when it's ready." I had left one of my purchases out and wondered if she'd pick up on it.

Fifteen minutes later, I heard the chimes. Grinning, I got up, and she met me in the doorway. "I thought I could ring the chimes to let you know that food would be ready in a couple of minutes, in case you wanted to finish something up or wash."

"That's a wonderful idea. Where'd you find the chimes?"

She looked at me oddly. "They were in the kitchen."

"Really? I don't remember them. No matter, I probably never noticed. Thank you."

Never noticed? I hoped I wasn't getting too carried away. The thing was eighteen inches high, and nearly a foot across. A dozen brass hanging tubes, in an ornate frame, with a striker hanging from the side.

We ate together, she asked me about my work, I lied, and everything was good. She told me she liked my robe and I explained I needed a new one, the other was dirty. She said I should get more like the one I had. Not a problem, four more were hanging in my closet, all identical, in royal purple. Two were one order in stark white, with gold trim. Another in burgundy

"What happened to your study door? Is it broken?" she asked.

"No. I don't want there to be anything between me and you. I'll remove the door to my bedroom later. I always want to be accessible to you."

She smiled for me. Damn, she was a pretty girl. And I was a conniving bastard.

As she cleared the table, I followed her into the kitchen. "Do you have a few minutes?"

She stopped what she was doing, and turned to face me. "Of course. All my minutes are yours."

"I'd like you to consider moving in here with your sister. I hope that doesn't sound offensive."

"Offensive? Why?"

"Cohabiting. Some might interpret it badly."

She laughed. "That's silly. Are you sure, Joshua? I don't want to intrude."

"I'm positive. I ... I had a vision of you and your sister here, sleeping in the same room, two twin beds. The room looked different, less sterile, more lived in. Pictures on the wall that were more personal. If I'm out of line here, tell me."

"No, Joshua. You're not out of line. I'd love to live here and be available to you. Our apartment means nothing to me. I'd be happy to pay you rent."

"Rent? This house is paid off. It's been in the family for four generations. I need no rent. I'd rather you use your money for yourself and your sister. I can easily afford to keep you here, and feed you."

"I'm not sure I'd feel right, living here for free," she argued.

"Let's not argue. For now, let's take care of getting you out of your lease and moved in. You can use the truck in the garage. I'll help of course."

"No! That would be taking time away from your work. I know you have important things to do. We can take care of it. The apartment is a month-to-month rental. We can walk away from it tomorrow. Maybe this weekend we can move out. I'll have to talk to Lilith of course."

"Of course. She needs to be happy with the decision."

I walked over to her and gave her a hug. "Thank you. Knowing you are around makes me happy. I work so much better after seeing you." I kissed her softly and grinned. "That should hold me until the early morning hours."

She laughed and gave me a kiss back. "It won't have to. I'm going in early and have the after work shift. I'll be home before ten unless things get crazy."

One of my goals was to encourage lots of physical contact, hugs, and kisses in particular. Make them feel comfortable with touching and being touched. A lot. That seemed to be working. I stole another hug and returned to my work.

I felt I was making progress. Little steps, I had to remind myself.

I heard the door security chime as Bethany prepared to leave. I rushed out to catch her. "No goodbye?" I called out.

She jogged back to me. "You were working, I didn't want to interrupt."

"I like to know when you arrive and leave. I like to know when you're around."

She gave me a hug and a kiss. "I'll do better. Now will that hold you for a few hours?"

I grinned and hugged her back, longer, tighter. I kissed her a little longer. Nothing crazy, that wasn't my intention. "That will hold me."

She laughed, poking me. She waved as she started walking away.

"You're not driving?" I said.

"Lilith needed the car. I'm busing it today."

"Nonsense. I have four vehicles in the garage. Take any one of them. My home is your home, as is anything in it."

I could see her hesitating. "The keys are all hanging in the kitchen pantry. Select one. You'd look gorgeous behind the wheel of the Hummer, why not take that?"

"I couldn't, Joshua. It's too nice."

"Ridiculous. Nothing is too nice for you. I insist. Take the Hummer."

She hesitated a little longer. "You're sure?"

I took her by the hand, walked her into the house, and pulled a key off the rack. I handed it to her. "I'm positive. I'll feel better knowing you're driving, rather than walking or taking public transportation. Please, for me."

She gave me a longer hug, a kiss with tongue, then she pulled away, blushing. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

I laughed, kissing her back. "I'm celibate, not dead. That was wonderful. Now go, before you're late."

She ran out and I watched her perfect little ass the whole way. Mine. It would soon be mine.

* * *

One of the problems that I'd created for myself was finding any privacy. I wanted to appear to be totally available, but I also had a lot of things I wanted to do on the sly without the girls knowing about it. An old mansion like Corycia had a lot of advantages when it came to that.

I'd first learned about some of the building's unusual features when I'd had the modern security installed. The entire wing I'd been living in had once been the servants' quarters, and the upstairs had contained the family living areas. Ages ago someone had walled in the narrow servants passages and the small stairwell to the upstairs, leaving only the central staircase. This was discovered by the security crew and led me to unearthing the building plans among Grandpa's papers. A servant's entrance had been located, also walled in, as were a series of upstairs passages between the rooms. At the time, after seeing the state of disrepair and filthiness, I'd left them closed off.

Now I was thinking twice about that decision.

The house had a lot of architectural detail common over a hundred years ago, but not so much nowadays. There was extensive custom cabinetry, bookshelves, wainscoting, railing and the like. Framed-in wall sections, and additional things like built-in closets, rooms converted to bathrooms and expanded, as well as many other features that didn't match the original plans.

The servant rooms had once numbered seven, with two large shared bathrooms and a common area. Now there were four bedrooms, three baths, and a storage room. Mine was the largest and was one of two rooms with private baths. Bethany had the only other room on the main floor with its own bath. The two rooms between ours shared a Jack-and-Jill bath.

Of most interest to me was the passage behind all the servants' rooms. It started in mine, passed behind the others with the access walled off, and ended in what was now the storage room, but had once been the stairwell upstairs. Grandpa claimed that it had once provided late-night private access to the servants' rooms. I could only imagine what for.

With the house vacant, I was able to enter the passage from the storage room without concern for privacy. It was unlit so I entered the dreary hallway, not much wider than my shoulders, with a flashlight in hand. I could smell the dust and mold, and was constantly brushing away cobwebs as I explored the area. The presence of the previous doorways was not hidden as they were from within the bedrooms.

The first gave way with only a modicum of effort. It opened inward into the passage from the closet in Bethany's room. Food for thought. The next was sealed off and I figured the room it was designed to enter was now the bathroom, and the bathtub was on the other side. The third opened into the middle of the wall in one of the empty rooms, blocked by the bed that was now centered on that wall. The next appeared to lead to the shared bathroom, again completely sealed off. The third bedroom was now being used to house excess furniture, and no amount of effort on my part could open that hidden door more than an inch or so.

My nose was itching and I felt dirty wandering down that dark tunnel. The wooden floor had soft spots, the wall studs were exposed, and the ceiling was several feet high overhead, exposing the flooring structure above. I avoided touching the dirty walls any more than was absolutely necessary. A few feet before the passage ended in a bare wall, the last doors were visible. One on each side. The one on the right provided access to my room, the one on the left had once been an exit, but now opened into the spacious garage that had been added on over 50 years earlier.

The simple cross board that kept the door to my room sealed lifted out of place with just a little groaning of the wood. This door, like the first in Bethany's closet, opened into the passage, and not into the rooms like the others. With a loud shriek, the hinges performed their duty and opened wide. The burst of light was almost blinding. I entered my bedroom, and pulled the door closed, using the chair railing as a handle. I was amazed at how well the door was concealed by the design of the wall. With the back brace removed it opened outward with a simple push, and a noisy metallic squeal.

It gave me ideas, mischievous ideas, which I would act on once I had more private time at my disposal.

I covered up any evidence of my exploration and took a few minutes to remove the door to the bedroom, cramming it into the room next door, already full of furniture. Satisfied with my progress, I took a long shower to wash off the hundred-year-old dust.

Exiting my bathroom, wearing only a towel, I heard little sis wandering the hallway, calling out my name. It appeared I'd finished in the nick of time. "In here, Lilith," I called out.

She turned my way spotting me through the open doorway. I casually dropped my towel and pulled one of my new robes out of the closet.

"Hi Joshua," she chirped, standing just inside my door.

I belted my robe, turned and gave her a big hug. "How was your day?" I asked, holding on to her.

She shrugged, smiling. "Same old. Where's your door?"

I gave her the same spiel I'd given her sister about free access. Then I tilted her head up and gave her a short kiss before putting my arm around her waist, and escorting her back down the hall. She reached over and felt the material of my robe. "This is nice," she said. "Nicer than your old one."

"Thank you," I replied, turning toward the main part of the house. She followed along meekly as I guided her toward the couch. Sitting, I started telling her about my suggested change in living arrangements.

"Bethany wants to discuss it with you first. I've invited you both, and would cherish your presence. My home will be yours, my possessions yours, outside of the documents I'm working on. Please tell me you'll consider my wish."

"Live here? All the time?"

"If you would be so kind. Your being here invigorates me. It makes my work so much easier. It makes me happy."

"It won't bother you? I don't want to interfere."

I put my arm around her and pulled her close. I kissed her forehead, affectionately. "It's what I want."

She leaned into me, her hand sliding inside my robe, rubbing my chest. "Does this mean ... are you going to ... I mean, you and Beth?"

I chuckled and gave her a squeeze. "This doesn't change our relationships. She is still my koinônos, and you are still my conscience. If it's wrong, you have but to say so."

Her wandering hand inside my robe had traveled lower, to my waist. I didn't stop her. "Will you still be celibate?" She looked down where my robe was tenting, then looked up into my eyes.

"Yes, dear child. I feel it's still necessary for my work."

With a brush of her hand, the bottom of my robe parted, exposing my erection. "Won't that be difficult, with both of us here all the time?"

"Not nearly as much as being apart from you."

"Apart from me? Or Beth?"

"Both of you, to be totally honest. I treasure your presence here. You're good for both of us."

Her hand moved down and grasped my cock, stroking it. "Is this allowed?" she asked.

"What is your intention? This is not like the last time we were seated here. I'm not yours to command," I said sternly.

The look of shame on her face was delicious. "No! I ... I just want to help."

"You're not trying to test my will?"

Her hand started moving again, slowly. "Never, Joshua. I only want to help. To relax you, to give you a little relief."

I gazed upon her as she blushed, but her hand kept moving. "Please, Joshua? That's all, I swear. I only want to help." She gave me a little smile. "If you want me to live here, I want to be able to assist you as much as my sister."

"But she is my companion. She is ordained to assist."

"And I'm your conscience, right? If we are to live here, it must be as equals. Otherwise, it's wrong."

God, she was a devious one. " Are you saying I have to allow this if I want you to live here?"

She turned away from my gaze. "No," she whispered. Then she looked up, her mien bold. "You can make Beth stop."

It was time to take back some semblance of control. I pulled her hand away and covered up with my robe. I turned away from her and froze, putting on the long stare.

"Joshua?"

I remained silent for a long time, then shook myself free. I turned in my seat and faced her. "I have much to learn," I sighed. "You are my conscience, Lilith. You decide what is right. Please, be kind. I beg you."

She smiled that mischievous smile of hers, and pushed my shoulders down onto the couch until I was reclining. Then she opened my robe, leaving me all but naked, my erection demanding attention.

Her hand gripped my shaft and she started stroking again. "This is right, Joshua. I will not destroy your vow of celibacy," she said, leaning in and kissing my belly. "Like Beth, I will help you, relieve you when you need it. But that is all."

"You promise?" It sounded whiny even to me.

"You mustn't question me, Joshua. I will be what you need," she said, stroking me steadily. "Whenever this happens, come to me or Beth and we'll take care of it, understand?"

"Yes."

She leaned over me, kissing my lips softly. "Relax, Joshua. This is not wrong. Just relax."

Easier said than done. I gave it my best.

She was quiet as she got me off, kissing me occasionally, rubbing my skin. As I got closer, her kisses became more frequent. "It's okay, come for me, Joshua. Let me help you."

I groaned and exploded, making a mess. She smiled for me, and gently stroked me through my finish. Then she hopped up. "Wait here, don't move."

Less than a minute later, she was cleaning me with a warm cloth. "That wasn't so terrible, was it?"

"No, that was nice."

She pulled my robe closed and belted it. "Whenever you need that, just ask, alright? It's not bad, I promise. You trust me right? I'm still your conscience, aren't I?"

"I trust you, Lilith." About as far as you can trust me.

I got a big kiss for that. "Go work, now. Dinner will be in about an hour. Did Beth say when she'd be done?"

"Tenish, I believe. She left around four."

"Great. You'll get lots done. Promise me that if you get worked up you'll let me take care of it."

"Lilith, I'm an adult. I don't need to let my hormones run free. Every erection doesn't require a finish."

She pouted adorably. "What did I say, Joshua? You shouldn't question me. Promise me, now, that you'll let me and Beth take good care of you, or we're not staying."

"Alright, I promise."

She smiled, and kissed me thoroughly, pressing her firm young body against mine. "That's better."

She stood to walk away. "Lilith?"

She turned back, pausing beside me. "Yes?"

I opened my robe and showed her what her kiss and cuddle had done.

She laughed, and ran away, leaving me wondering. It was only a few moments before she returned with a bottle of lotion in hand. She lathered up her hands and started. "Good, you're learning. We can be all you need, I promise."

I didn't get much work done on my 'translation' that evening. My mind was running full tilt, on how to affect the changes I wanted. I created a checklist, and started researching the assistance I'd need. I heard the dinner chimes, and found Lilith in the kitchen, wearing only a t-shirt and panties. The material was thin enough to verify my guess. She was up to no good.

Dinner was simple, sandwiches and chips. "I'm sorry I'm not a good cook like Beth. I'll get better, I promise," Lilith said.

"This is perfect. I don't cook much either. If I ate your sister's cooking every day, I'd be big as a house. We can always have something delivered."

We talked about her schooling, and I helped with the minimal clean up. Then she took me by the hand and dragged me to the couch. Before I could sit, she was opening my robe. She pouted cutely that I wasn't hard for her. Then she pushed me down and stood over me removing her shirt. Naked, except for her panties, she posed for me. "Can I help you?"

"Lilith, this isn't right," I said, turning my head.

She laid on top of me her smooth skin against mine. "I'm just going to relax you before you get back to work." She kissed me long and deep, then pulled my arms around her, placing my hands on her firm young ass. "We're not going to have sex, Joshua. You're celibate and I'm a virgin. This is just to help you focus on what's important."

After another deep kiss, I was hard. She sat up, grinning and lifted my hands to her breasts. "Don't you think I'm pretty?"

"You are gorgeous. You know that." My hands squeezed her breasts, feeling her hard nipples.

"Does Beth ever use more than her hands to relieve you?"

Damn her! What a tricky little beast she was. "She has. She's used her mouth. I asked her to stop, it was becoming lustful."

"Often?"

"No, not more than a half-dozen times or so."

She blushed. "My mouth is not virgin, Joshua. Not even close. Not for a very long time. If you want that, it's yours."

Lilith was sitting on my hardon, only her panties separating us. She was rolling her hips, teasing me.

"I don't think we should."

She was quiet and laid back down on me. She hugged me. "I'd like to. I've never done that by choice. You'd be my first," she whispered.

I hugged her, kissing her face. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

I could feel her trembling. I pulled my robe around her, and held her quietly, giving her time.

"It wasn't like they did with Beth," she whispered. "I only used my hands and mouth. I hated it, Joshua. How can people be so cruel? I was just a little girl."

"There is evil in the world, Lilith. It is everywhere. It's up to good people like you and your sister to fight back against it."

Then she was crying. "I ... I'm not good. Not like Beth. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be doing this to you. I don't know why I do. I can't help myself. You don't need to be coming to me every time you get hard. I'm sorry."

I held her and let her cry until she calmed. I stroked her soft back, caressed her, letting my hands wander a little more than I should. My hands were fondling her butt when she sighed and wriggled to get comfortable.

"I feel bad, keeping you from your work, trying to seduce you. I'm sorry," she said.

"Hush, beautiful. If this is what you need, I'm here for you. Whatever you need. I love you, Lilith. Your wellbeing matters enormously to me."

"If you weren't celibate, would you want to? With me?"

I chucked, squeezing her butt cheeks. "More than you can possibly imagine."

She sniffled, then kissed my neck. "Won't this be difficult, having us living here? Distracting?"

"No. I turn that desire into work on my project. It helps."

Her breakdown had withered away my erection, but caressing her firm body was bringing it back. I nudged her with it. She grinned. "You do want me don't you?"

"Enormously."

She sat up and ground her panty covered crotch against my shaft. "Well, you don't get me. Not that. Hands only alright?"

"Whatever you say. You are my conscience, remember?"

"Even now? After what I tried to do?"

"Now and always, Lilith. You will do what you have to, but you will never lead me astray. I trust you."

She laid back down kissing me playfully. Then she rolled onto her side, her hand moving down and stroking my shaft. "Thank you for trusting me. That means a lot."

"Lotion?"

She giggled and got up to retrieve the lotion while I kept myself hard for her. Ten minutes later she was cleaning me up, before kissing me and sending me off to work.

I needed to get my plans in place. More than that, I needed to fuck that adorable little tease something awful.

* * *

I spent the next few days trying to settle things down and change the general atmosphere. Each day added a few more elements to the ambiance, my new framed painting of Mary Magdalene, removing a door, adding a few iconic pieces of sculpture around the house and outside. I received a few comments on them from the ladies, all good.

I placed a large glass jar in the kitchen and stuffed it with money, an equal scattering of ones, fives, tens, and twenties. Less than a thousand dollars, but enough to pay for household incidentals. I wanted them to get comfortable dealing with the daily minutiae, only turning to me when necessary. It was intentional, of course. I was separating myself from the day-to-day activity, emphasizing the importance of my research and translation. The only other thing that was supposed to matter to me was the happiness of my girls.

We were developing a rhythm. I got up, exercised, and ran. One or both of the girls would be waiting for me, and escort me back for my bathing. I'd get my relief in the shower and be fed breakfast, where we talked about our plans for the day. I would disappear into my study, and Lilith would usually depart shortly after for her schooling. Bethany would play house until lunch time when she'd feed me. More private time for me until she left to do some dancing, and Lilith got home. Dinner with Lilith, then back to work. Some wind down time at the end of the day with whoever was around, depending on Bethany's schedule, before going to bed and starting all over again.

Once a week or so, I'd spend the day out, pursuing my additional plans. Things I couldn't do with the girls around. Things that often required expertise I didn't have and didn't have the time to develop. It brought me to curious places, Royal Chemical Supply, Ace Hardware, Celectronics Custom Electronics, Sun/Moon Tailor and Alterations, Ronny Delgado - purveyor of illicit substances, and my new favorite, Bruce's Illusion Warehouse in Ft. Worth where the man was kind enough to lend me his expertise on an on-going basis for a mere $120 an hour. Not counting my purchases, of course.

If Bethany was working the earlier shift, that often meant some late quiet time together, talking about my progress, discussing the bible and the lost Gospels, and more often than not, a relaxing handjob before bed. I wanted more, but I was patient and had a plan.

Part of that plan went into effect on Friday, before they were supposed to move in that weekend. It caused a little turbulence around the house, but I felt it was necessary.

The activity started early. Shortly after breakfast, the help started showing up at the door. Hercules ran across the house, growling and barking, assuring me it was someone I didn't know. Both girls looked confused, as I settled Hercules down, opened the door, and escorted the first team into the house. "You can begin upstairs, start in the furthest room and work your way forward," I told the boss.

"What's going on Joshua?" Bethany asked, standing aside as more and more workers walked through the door, in an apparently endless stream.

"I've let this place go stagnant for far too long," I explained. "If you two are going to live here, I want to fix it up."

"You shouldn't be wasting your time on this," Bethany insisted, while Lilith stood nearby, watching the activity. "We could do whatever you need."

"It won't take much of my time. As a matter of fact, I'm hoping you and Lilith can watch over their activities. Mostly they're just going to open up the upstairs, clear out any broken furniture, fix the heating and AC issues we've had up there, assess the needs, and make the place habitable," I explained.

"Why?" Lilith asked. "We're still going to live down here, right? You're not sending us upstairs are you?"

I pulled her close and gave her a hug. "Of course not. I want you both as near as possible. It's just overdue. If I don't take care of it, it will only get worse." A short affectionate kiss and a pat on her rear was all she got before I steered her away from the door. "You, young lady, have your studies to concern yourself. It's going to be a busy weekend, so you better get going."

She didn't look very happy as she scooped up her book bag and made her way out of the house. "Leave your car and take one of the other vehicles. I don't trust the way your engine sounds. Someone will be looking at it today." Lilith looked at me in confusion, and I dragged her back to the kitchen and the key rack. "Here, take anything but the Jag," I explained. The car keys were labeled, two sets for each vehicle. She reached up tentatively, and I almost smiled when she went for the Stingray, passing on the Hummer and the truck.

"Are you sure?" she asked, holding the key reverently.

"My home is yours. My possessions are yours. What part of that don't you understand?" I teased.

"I'll be careful with it, I promise."

"I know you will, now get going." A little firmer pat on the rear had her jumping. She turned and gave me a big hug and kiss, before leaving.

Bethany was standing nearby, waiting patiently. "What can I do?" she asked.

"Many, if not most of the rooms upstairs have been empty for years, decades. They need a lot of work. See what can be saved, and what needs to be donated or thrown out. Most will need new rugs, new dr*pes, painting, new furniture, who knows? I'll have electricians in dealing with any electrical issues, lighting, whatever."

"I don't understand," she said. "The rooms are still going to be empty. Why?"

I sighed. "You deserve better. You and your sister. I want this place to be worthy of you."

She put her arm around my waist, cuddling up to me. "That's just silly, Joshua. This place is wonderful. We have all we need downstairs, way more than we need. I've never lived in anyplace this nice. You don't need to do this for us."

"For my own piece of mind, I do. What if a fire started upstairs from the disuse? What if there are critters living up there? What if the roof is leaking, causing damage? I never go up there, and I doubt you all do either. I want it clean and safe. Nothing fancy, the rooms don't need to be showcases, just clean and neat, with enough furniture for a guest or two. I have a feeling they're going to be needed."

I hugged her tightly, lifting her chin and kissing her. "Can you do this for me, Bethany? Watch over the work so I can stop worrying? Take charge so I don't have to?"

She nodded quickly. "Of course, Joshua."

"Perfect. They'll be working all weekend. You can use them to help pack up your apartment, clean it, and get your things moved in. We'll keep them as long as necessary."

"Won't that be expensive?" she asked.

"Nothing I can't afford. My needs are few and my bank account is substantial." And Mom is footing much of the bill, once I told her that I heard rats running around upstairs, and saw a leak in the roof.

I could already hear the noisy activity upstairs when the doorbell rang again. Poor Hercules was as confused as Bethany, watching the invasion of his home. I had him heel while I opened the door for my second team. This time, it was only two guys who'd I'd worked with before. My security team. I shooed Bethany up the stairs to watch over the laborers.

Then I took Dave and his partner to the old servants' wing and showed him where I wanted the new cameras and surveillance equipment to go. He had a lot of work ahead of him and looked askance at me as I showed him the passageway.

"Here?"

"To start. There's also some passages upstairs to take care of, and I want the room next to mine set up as my command central, with remote access through the computers in the study."

Dave went to work, and I made a few calls, checking on my other concerns. The dumpster that was supposed to be delivered was already late. The mechanic claimed he was on his way. The decorator I'd hired swore she was less than a mile away, blaming traffic.

Within the hour, I was in a madhouse. The noise upstairs was constant, as anything that couldn't be salvaged was broken down and taken out of the house. The decorator was reviewing each piece, selecting what could be saved, what could be sold, what could be donated and what needed to be trashed. With eight rooms upstairs, the two spare rooms downstairs, and the retrofitting of the downstairs formal living room we never used, she was staying busy.

Bethany was in over her head, but, for the most part, was shadowing the decorator, who had her orders to keep my companion involved and busy. I didn't want her around where some of my more dastardly activities were going on. I felt a certain joy in doing it all right under her nose. I know that's kind of warped, but I'm not going to start lying to you now.

I won't go into all the details, it would take forever. Suffice it to say, that with a score or more people running around the house for four days, what I wanted was accomplished, the sisters were moved in, the house was modified in the fashion I desired, and the girls were kept unaware of what mattered.

The secret passages, as Dave liked to refer to them, were cleaned up as much as possible, and surveillance cameras were installed providing both video and audio surveillance in nearly every room that mattered. Half of the upstairs rooms retained their original feel, after being renovated and updated, using the original furniture that was still in good shape. The rooms were gorgeous, spacious, and would be perfect if family or guests came to visit. The remaining four rooms were outfitted spartanly, a utilitarian bed and chest of drawers, small closets, plain dr*pes and a rug over the hardwood floors. A simple wooden cross was positioned over each doorway, and a single picture of Mary Magdalene was centered on the wall opposite the bed.

Why? you might ask. Simple, I was planning for the long term.

By the middle of the next week, the crowd was dispersing. I had a new team out working on the grounds, once again creating the proper ambiance. The guest house was undergoing a renovation, after having served as a gardener's home, exercise building, and for the last several years, overflow storage. I wasn't sure how I was going to use it yet, but I liked having options.

My virtual assistants, hired online and based in the Philippines took to their tasks exceedingly well. My audio surveillance was extensive, and I didn't have the time to walk through all of it. For a very reasonable fee, everything was transcribed, and highlights were summarized. In less than 20 minutes I could review most of the conversations that occurred on the grounds, and when warranted, view the video and listen to the full audio. They did the work overnight, and first thing in the morning, I was up-to-date on the previous day's activities.

It was disappointingly useless at first. The women were open books for the most part. I did learn a few things I might be able to use, but not much. No matter, the potential was there.

I did catch one of the renovators making off with a box of jewelry that must have been in the house for at least half-a-century, forgotten. That alone easily paid for the surveillance install.

Yes, it was hideously expensive, but only eight thousand or so came out of my allowance. Mom picked up the rest, to ensure I was safe and comfortable. Mom's are great like that. I was going to have to pay her a visit sometime soon.

I'd been burning the candle at both ends, setting everything up, managing the entire process, helping the girls get moved in, configuring, testing, and reviewing the surveillance, and still finding some time to work on my core project, the Gospel of Mary. I was a busy little beaver, but as unfocused as I may seem, I never had a problem working hard on something that interested me. My counselors and psychiatrists growing up insisted it was a common issue with the gifted and talented. A by-product of my high IQ. Mom took it all to heart while Dad thought I was just lazy and purposeless. Maybe they were both right.

One interesting side-effect of the effort was finding several extremely attractive young women wandering around the house and grounds. Bethany had recruited a few of her work friends to help her move, not anticipating my hiring an entire crew. All the heavy lifting and cleaning was performed by my team, while Bethany, Lilith, and their friends dealt with unpacking, organizing, decorating, and keeping the crew fed. I had met a few of them and knew most on sight, from my visits to Bethany's establishment.

What I didn't expect was to be interrogated.

They would seek me out, asking questions, exploring my intentions, in some cases outright attacking me. Others seemed more interested in how they could work out a similar deal. Over a period of five days, seven different young ladies approached me to have a 'word' or two. I played my part, acting disinterested, purposely vague as to what I did, confirming that the relationship with Bethany and her sister was not a sexual one. I could tell they were confused, and some obviously didn't believe me. A couple appeared fixated on how to get a piece of the action. I had anticipated as much, but it was way too soon to encourage those leanings.

Bethany was watchful and interceded whenever one of her friends or associates cornered me. I heard her chew out at least two of them for interfering with my 'important' work. I even got an apology out of one of them. Surprisingly sincere.

By the end of the week, I was exhausted, and it was showing. Thursday, I could barely drag my ass around the property three times, having slept less than two hours. I was starting my fourth lap when Bethany and Lilith stepped in front of me.

"Enough, Joshua!" Bethany snapped. "You're killing yourself!"

I stopped in front of them, gasping for air as if I'd run a marathon, not a mile. "I'm fine, Bethany. Just a little tired."

Lilith stepped up and put her arm around my waist, pointing me toward the house. "You're not, Joshua. You don't even realize it. You're wound up into knots, and need to slow down."

"Really, I'm okay," I insisted.

They didn't argue with me, they just took over. They dragged me into my shower and bathed me. Bethany was stroking my front, but I was too tired to play. They noticed.

"When was the last time you relieved him?" Lilith asked.

"Not since last week," Bethany said.

"Me either. This isn't right."

They dried me off and dragged me back to bed. "I have things to do," I argued. "Important things."

"First thing you're going to do is sleep. You look like crap. The bags under your eyes have bags. You've never looked like this," Bethany said, dragging me under the covers. She turned to her sister, "I took the day off. I'll stay with him for now, get home as soon as you can."

Lilith nodded. "I can finish by two. I'll be back as fast as I can. Don't let him fight you."

"I won't," Bethany said.

My gorgeous naked companion was cuddled up to me, while her sister leaned over, her face inches from mine. "What am I, Joshua?"

"Her sister?"

"What else? What is my role?"

"My conscience."

She smiled. "That's right. And your conscience says it's time for rest. Even God rested on the seventh day. You need to relax, at least a little. You need to recharge your batteries. So don't fight us. Not today. Understood?"

"But my work ..."

"Not today, Joshua!" Lilith growled.

"Alright, maybe after lunch ..."

"Not. Today!"

Bethany giggled and hugged me tighter. "Don't fight us, baby. Relax. You need this."

Lilith was still glaring at me.

"Alright," I said. "I'm yours today. No more argument."

Lilith smiled, then leaned down and kissed me. A real kiss, lingering. "That's right. And we're going to take excellent care of you."

I closed my eyes and tugged Bethany closer. "Love you, Lilith," I murmured.

Her lips brushed mine. "We know. We love you too."

I must have needed the sleep even worse than I realized. I didn't wake until a naked Lilith was climbing into my bed, half on top of me, since it wasn't all that big a bed to start with. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling.

"How is he?" Lilith asked.

"Dead to the world. I got up twice and he never even noticed."

Lilith's hand moved between my legs and started playing gently. "No fooling around?" she asked.

Bethany sighed. "It's like I'm not even here."

"It's been almost a week, he must be backed up," Lilith said.

"Maybe he's over me," Bethany mumbled. "He's hardly paid me a lick of attention in days."

"I know. Me either."

Her hand was moving gently, and I was starting to respond. Lilith's gentle touched changed as she grasped my shaft, tugging gently.

"He's getting hard," Lilith whispered.

"What are you doing? We don't do that. We don't encourage him, we only help when he needs it."

"He needs it now, and you know it. Help me," Lilith said.

I felt Bethany's hand move in, and they were both teaming up to get me hard. It was working. I thought about whether I should pretend to be asleep, or not. I finally gave in. Both girls were cuddled up to me, and Bethany's lips had started to leave kisses on my chest.

I stretched, feeling them tense up, their hands stopping. I reached around both of them, pulling them in close, hugging them. "That feels nice," I confessed.

"You're not lusting, are you?" Bethany asked.

"No. This is wonderful. I feel so good, so relaxed. Thank you."

I looked down at their smiling faces and stole kisses from each of them. "I guess you were right. I needed this."

Lilith scooted up and kissed me deeply. "I'm always right, when it comes to you, Joshua. You need to learn that. I have a purpose now. I'm going to take care of you. You need to trust me."

"I do, Lilith."

She kissed me softly. "Bethany is going to use her mouth now. No lusting, alright?"

"Lilith!" Bethany gasped.

"He needs it, Beth. I swear. I know what he needs. You have to trust me too."

"But what about, you know?"

"Trust me, sis. Please."

I felt Bethany move down the bed and sighed as her mouth engulfed me.

"Good?" Lilith asked.

"Perfect."

"No lusting?"

I almost chuckled. "No, it's perfect. Thank you."

She kissed me again and moved my hand down to her ass. "Relax. We're going to take care of you the best ever. I promise."

It wasn't long before Bethany's efforts resulted in the expected. I groaned, and stroked her hair, as I came. She sucked me gently through it all, until I breathed a huge sigh of relief, and sank back into the mattress.

"Again, Bethany. We need to drain him."

There was no argument from her sister, as her mouth continued its mission. Lilith had been quiet during most of the first one, but this time, she got involved. She kissed me, then climbed up the bed, and pressed her breast to my mouth. "Suck, Joshua."

I didn't argue and sucked on her nipples while she alternated them, kissing me in between. My hand was fondling her ass, and she moved it lower, between her legs. "Touch me," she insisted.

"Lilith ..."

"Trust me, Joshua. I'll never steer you wrong."

I moaned as my fingers felt her tight little pussy for the first time. She was wet and accepting the intrusion easily. I moaned, as I suckled at her breast, her sister sucking me so wonderfully. I thought about my plans, and almost threw them all away. I wanted to fuck them. Needed to.

"You're lusting, Joshua. Stop that," Lilith said.

"I can't help it. I want to--"

"I know what you want. You're a man, too, not just God's tool. But it's not time yet. We'll know when it is. For now, just relax, and let us take care of you."

"Kiss me, Lilith. Kiss me, and don't stop."

Her soft lips pressed against mine and her tongue started to play. Bethany was sucking and stroking, keeping me going, completely selfless in her effort to help me. I let go of everything but the feeling of comfort, joy and desire. I breathed with Lilith, enjoying a kiss like nothing I'd ever felt before. I lost myself in the feeling, whimpering slightly as I grew closer to my finish.

"Show her you love her," Lilith whispered, gazing into my eyes, before settling her lips back upon mine.

I groaned as I reached the point of no return, and stopped resisting the inevitable. I trembled as I came for her, for them. I was sensitive, and Bethany treated me gently, her mouth soft and willing until I wilted between her lips. She climbed up the bed and cuddled up against me.

"Love you so much, Bethany," I whispered.

She giggled. "A lot. You loved me a lot, both times."

"No, not like that. I mean, that was wonderful, but the way you do it, so kindly, so selflessly ..."

"Because I love you, Joshua. I'm your companion. You can't forget that. You need to share everything with me, let me lighten your load."

She took over from Lilith, kissing me deeply. Lilith scooted down a little, and her mischievous hand was back between my legs, teasing me. I didn't expect she'd get a reaction anytime soon.

Bethany sat up, stretching. She grinned. "I feel so decadent. I think I needed this too."

I couldn't resist, and reached up for her bare breast. "You are so beautiful."

She giggled and brushed my hand away. "No lusting, big guy."

"I'm not lusting, I'm appreciating."

She gave me a quick kiss. "I'm gonna make us something to eat. You relax a little longer, then Lily will bathe you." She climbed over us, and I watched her slip on one of my robes, way too large for her, and head down the hall.

Lilith scooted up and lay on top of me, guiding my hands back to her butt. She smirked. "You love my butt, don't you? You can't keep your hands off of it."

"I love everything about you, Lilith. You must know that by now."

"But you really love my butt," she smirked.

I gave her cheeks a squeeze. "Alright, I do. You've got an incredible ass."

She hugged me while I fondled her. "Good. Show me."

"Lilith—"

"How many times do I have to tell you to trust me, Joshua? You're starting to piss me off! Show me how much you love my butt!"

We kissed, and she wiggled while my hands fondled and caressed that sweet young ass. My fingers traveled down her cleft, teasing her back door. I squeezed, I fondled, I caressed until improbably I was hardening for her. Her hand moved between us and grasped me.

"I'm yours too, Joshua, when you're ready. I'll be what you need."

I kissed her, and pulled her to the side, facing her, her hand still stroking me, making me harder. "You already know what I need better than I do, Lilith."

She smiled. "You're right. You need to remember that."

"I'll try. This is all so new to me."

"I know. Me too. All of us. We'll get there. I promise."

She gave me a quick peck and sat up. "Time for a quick shower. We're not going to finish that now," she said, glancing down at where her hand was stroking my latest erection. "That will be for later. We're going to completely drain you today, so tomorrow you'll be ready to get back to business, completely refreshed."

"Sounds good to me," I answered with a grin.

She laughed, climbing over me, never letting go of my cock. "C'mon handsome. And no lusting," she teased, as she pulled me off the bed, and into the shower. She was in a playful mood, kissing and bathing me, playing with my hardon. By the time we were finished, I wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her pretty little brains out.

"Stop lusting!" she said with a smile.

"I can't help it."

"You can, and you will." She dropped to her knees and kissed my shaft, looking up at me, and licking me from base to tip.

"Lilith," I groaned.

"No more for you, until you learn to enjoy it without lusting. Lunch is ready." She stood up and grabbed my robe from the closet, wrapping me in it, before claiming another for herself.

Damn, the girl was a wicked tease.

* * *

Lunch was a simple affair, comfortable. Afterward, they insisted we go for a casual tour of all the changes, most of which I'd ignored while concentrating on what mattered. Not that it wasn't important, but most of all it was a way to keep the women out of my hair for a few days while the critical work proceeded.

I guess at this point, it's important you understand a little about Corycia, my Grandparent's estate, which I had taken over. It was understood that one day it would be mine, but that day hadn't come yet. My grandparents allowed me free rein when it came to maintaining it. I wonder if they'd still feel that way after this latest effort.

Entering the old mansion, you were greeted by a huge two story tall entrance, marble floor, facing a broad staircase that went upstairs. It was an impressive sight. Looking upward, you'd see a railing surrounding the space, and not much else. The rooms were set well back from the railing, along matching twelve foot wide corridors on each side of the house.

For the most part, I rarely used more than about a quarter of the space. Not even that, really. The right side of the house had maintained much of its former purpose. Upon entering, to the immediate right was a large formal living area. The furniture was ancient, the walls completely covered with paintings and tapestries. I never liked it, it wasn't comfortable, and I thought the layout was odd. It now had a new configuration, much more informal and comfortable. I'll say more about that later.

The next room on the right was the enormous formal dining room. Ridiculous, really. Who needs a table that seats twelve? The walls were completely covered with built in cabinetry displaying the crystal and formal china, as well as a complete bar. Various types of collectibles had filled the numerous glass front cabinets, making the place seem cluttered. The room was large enough that even with all the cabinets and the huge table and chairs, there was plenty of room for moving around. I had left it as it was because Grandma would have killed me if I had messed with her favorite room. The one place I was told to leave alone. I wasn't ready to rock that boat yet.

Beyond the dining room was a hallway that led to the kitchen and another room, whose original purpose I never knew. When I had moved in it had been some kind of greenhouse, full of dead plants. It now looked like an artist's studio, thanks to one of my previous girlfriends who'd actually manage to stick around for more than six months. She said she loved the light in the room. I'm pretty sure she loved that room and the comfortable living I provided, far more than she loved me.

That's the right side of the house, where I don't think I'd spent more than an hour in the last six months. I kept the double doors leading to each of the rooms closed, and the vents sealed. It was wasted space, really.

The back of the house, hidden behind the stairwell and the rear wall of the entrance hall, was the vast kitchen. It seemed completely out of place, very modern and spacious, with all the best appliances, at least the best that were available about 10 years earlier. I'd only had to replace two so far. Granite counters, tall cabinets, a gargantuan pantry, and enough storage for any three normal kitchens. It had two large ovens, a six burner gas stove, even a microwave big enough to cook a turkey. It was massive overkill, even with three people in the house. When I was alone, nothing got used but the refrigerator and the microwave, most of the time.

The left side of the house was bizarre. Mom says that at one time there had been a formal ballroom on that side. It was now wide open, and I used it as my living room, and towards the back, there was an eating area. Apparently there had been a wall between the two, and that had been where the servants had eaten. Now it was my dining room, with a much more normal table seating six. The living area was nearly empty, with a couch, a glass surface coffee table, and two comfortable lounge chairs. They took up the front third of the room with a huge open space behind them.

Beyond my living room was a hallway that ran the length of the house. At one end was the library, which my grandfather had made his study, and I still used it for the same purpose. Beside that was a large, fancy bathroom. From there, a door had once separated the servants' quarters from the rest of the house, but now it was a continuous hall, with the storage room, three bedrooms, and finally my room.

The girls wanted me to see the upstairs, where they'd done most of the overseeing. It was interesting how they'd done things. The right side of the house was still the more formal area. There the bedrooms had been renovated but kept much of their original feel. The best of the original furniture had been retained. A few pieces were missing that were out for repair. It was a very odd layout, and only I knew why. Entering each room was a sitting area and closet. Then a door separated the living area from the sleeping area and the bathroom. Over the years, extra bedrooms, sitting rooms, closets and such had been sacrificed for modern comforts. Now each bedroom was a mini suite. At the end of each bedroom was a large double window, looking out over the grounds.

This design was replicated four times down that side of the house. What nobody knew was that a servant's hall ran behind the entire length of the house over the kitchen. It had once opened onto the hall, but those entrances had been walled off. At each end of the house, a set of stairs led to a third floor hallway, and a circular stairwell dropped down to each room in a space between the closet, and the bedroom. Part of it had been used to add heating and cooling ducts over the years. It was still more than large enough for a person to get by.

The girls enjoyed taking their time explaining each piece of furniture, where the rugs had come from, how they'd selected the curtains, every little detail. They seemed enthralled.

"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer to live up here?" I asked.

Bethany looked at me in horror. "Oh no! That would be terrible. Please don't make us."

"But you seem to like these rooms so much."

"They're beautiful, but they are way too far away from you. It's like being in a different city. Besides, we can fix up our room the way we want it. I'd be afraid to touch anything in here. Everything's a priceless antique. No, no way," Bethany insisted.

Lilith nodded. "This is for guests. Like your parents or grandparents, or family friends."

That matched my ideas perfectly.

We walked across to the other side and the difference was shocking. The room configurations hadn't changed, but the contents were nothing similar. The entrance to each room was stark, plain, nothing but an empty room, a small desk and chair, and the closet. Beyond, the bedroom was similarly devoid of any comforts. The single twin bed was dwarfed by the room. That was it. One simple bed, plain white sheets, and comforter, matching the eggshell white walls. The bathrooms were large but similarly empty, with a sink, toilet, tub, and shower. A small mirror was above each sink, with a cabinet below. A separate built-in cabinet was near the entry door, with enough space for three people.

"This is what you wanted, right?" Bethany asked.

"Exactly."

Lilith spoke up. "It's so plain and ugly. Why would you want it like this?"

"Sometimes you don't want the distractions that a fancy room like the other ones have. You want to live simply. Besides, this space may never get used. Why spend a lot of money fixing up something you don't need? If anyone were ever to move in here, we could always decorate it then."

I looked to see if I could notice the surveillance equipment. I figured it had to be hidden behind the vents because it was invisible to me. Which was good.

We took a tour of the outside area, where more work was still being done. The front landscaping had been spruced up, and a walking path had been gravel lined through the center of the property. There were two new resting areas, one at a gorgeous fountain, where we took a break to enjoy the changes. The second was at a gazebo near the back of the property. The gazebo was large, octagonal shaped, with benches on six sides, three to each side of the entrance, and a large seat at the back. Exactly as I'd requested.

Yes, everything was coming together.

* * *

Later, after the tour, and a decadent massage from my keepers, I was informed we'd be having guests for dinner. I guess I didn't look pleased.

Bethany grabbed my arm, clutching it tightly. "Please don't be mad, Joshua. It's just a couple of friends who helped with the moving. I felt I owed it to them, for all they did."

"I'm not mad, Bethany, I'd simply prefer to be included in these decisions."

Lilith was more assertive. "You keep telling us this is our house too. Are we going to have to get permission anytime we want to have a guest?"

"No, but it is common courtesy to make decisions like dinners and parties together. Is that really too much to ask?"

Bethany glared at her sister. "Not at all. It was a last minute decision since we were taking the day off. It wouldn't interfere with your work. I can cancel if you want."

"No, that's not necessary, and I'm not mad," I said, looking pointedly at Lilith. "All I'm suggesting is that if we, any of us, would like to have more than one or two people over, we discuss it. That's all." I gave Bethany a reassuring hug. "I'm happy you're feeling comfortable enough to invite others over. I'm sure it will be delightful."

Lilith, pain in my ass Lilith, still wasn't happy. "So what's the deal, Joshua? I can have one or maybe even two people over, but if it's three, I have to make an appointment?"

"You're my conscience, Lilith my love. You can have a dozen people over if you think that's what we need. If you believe it will further our work, invite the whole city over. If you don't think it will interfere with our progress, fill the place. You know what's best. I trust you to do what's right. I'll make do, no matter what. Don't let my little project interfere with your social life."

I saw her face flush, and I could tell she was about to lose it. It seemed like a good time to reassert my moral authority. I turned away from her and took a step, before halting abruptly. I heard Bethany snap at her sister, reminding her that in three years she'd never had more than one friend over.

Me, I stood stock still, awkwardly posed mid-step, while I composed my next words. I was determined to hold that pose as long as I could. Bethany shrieked and ran over grabbing my arm, almost knocking me over. "Lilith!" she screamed.

Then Lilith was there grabbing my other arm. She looked over at her sister. "I didn't do anything."

"You think He doesn't know what's going on in your heart? Why are you trying to make things difficult?"

"I'm not, I was just--"

My leg ached. I figured it was long enough. I finished my step and looked around trying to portray confusion. I looked at Lilith, stood up straight and spoke in a steady monotone, lowering my voice a full octave, enunciating carefully. "Monday through Friday, the living space shall be off-limits to guests until sunset. No more than two guests each eve. They are required to leave by midnight. Saturdays, no guests until midday. More than two must be by mutual agreement. Dinner is open to all. Sunday, the Scribe shall not work. Any and all guests are welcome. They must leave by ten o'clock the following morning. Do not defile my temple. Do not interfere with my works. Any deviations from my rules must be approved by the Conscience. That is my final word."

The women looked on in amazement as I spoke. As soon as I was done, I staggered to the side then fell to my hands and knees. I started breathing heavily and struggled to stand up until Bethany helped me.

I looked around, lost. "What happened?"

Bethany looked over at her sister, "You don't know?"

"We were talking about dinner ..."

Lilith raised her hand to her mouth, her eyes open wide, stepping away from me. "I ... I'm sorry," she gasped.

I reached toward her. "What's wrong? What's going on?" Honestly, I was having a difficult time keeping a straight face. They couldn't really be buying this, could they?

Bethany was shaking like a leaf in the wind. I reached for her and she pulled away, then dropped to her knees. "He spoke to us. Through you."

I shook my head. "No, I remember when he speaks to me. Forever. I've never forgotten a single word he's said. I can't."

I reached for Bethany, and she scrambled away from me on her hands and knees. I wasn't expecting that. "What's wrong Bethany? Surely you're not afraid of me." I looked over toward Lilith who looked white as a sheet. She went to help her sister up.

"Talk to me!" I insisted. "What happened? Why can't I remember?"

Bethany clung to her younger sister, suddenly crying. "I ... I think he's mad at us," Lilith said.

Bethany only sobbed louder.

"Why? How? What did he say?" I snapped.

"We defiled his temple. We interfered with his work. Sunday is for rest. I ... think he's really mad," Lilith whispered. "We didn't mean to, Joshua. I swear. We would never interfere with what you're doing. Never. Please, you have to understand." I saw tears in her eyes, and she was shaking almost as hard as her sister.

Bethany tore herself out of her sister's arms and collapsed at my feet, clinging to my leg. "Please, Joshua. Forgive me, for I have sinned. I have touched you with lust. I have interfered with your work. I have taken advantage of your kindness. I'm not worthy."

Damn, this was a mess, and nothing like what I'd intended. Crap.

Oh well, at least it would give me a chance to institute a new ritual. I reached down and pulled Bethany to her feet. "Enough. Both of you. Follow me." I walked away without looking back. I headed for the formal living room, opening the doors wide. Silently, I walked toward the large candles I'd strategically placed, and lit them, ignoring the two women standing in the open doorway.

The room was nothing like it had been. Any sense of formality was abandoned. The room was filled with cushions, pillows, bean bags. They were in a variety of colors and shapes, scattered around haphazardly. There was one normal seat in the room, a large leather recliner, strategically placed at one end, the window behind it. It was my throne.

I sat, again, paying no attention to the two nervous girls. I was quiet, unmoving, staring off into space for a couple of minutes that felt like hours. Then I nodded twice, blinked and looked over at the girls. "Come here," I said and pointed to the ground before me. "Please," I added, softening my tone.

They moved slowly, fearfully, holding each other's hands. Then they dropped to their knees before me.

"Get comfortable, we need to talk."

They glanced at each other, then pulled over a couple of cushions to sit upon. I waited a few more seconds before speaking.

"He is not mad at you. The opposite is true. He is pleased with your actions, and your intent for the most part. For the most part," I said, glaring at Lilith for a moment.

"Repeat what you recall from when He spoke earlier."

They looked at each other, then Lilith spoke. "He talked about when we could have guests—"

"No!" I interrupted. "This is important. What exactly did he say."

Bethany closed her eyes, then astounded me as she repeated what I'd said almost verbatim. "... That is my final word." She opened her eyes and looked up at me fearfully.

I turned my attention to Lilith. "Is that what you heard, as well?"

She nodded.

"Was he unclear? Was there anything you didn't understand?"

Both shook their heads, then Bethany spoke up. "Are you the Scribe?"

I shrugged. "He's never called me anything but Joshua, but I guess that makes sense."

"And Lilith really is the Conscience?" Bethany asked. "She has to approve?"

"She is."

Bethany still looked upset. "You're sure he's not mad at us, Joshua? He sounded really angry."

I stood and she flinched, leaning away. Damn, this was a mess. I walked over and grabbed one of the bean bags, and set it beside the foot of my chair. Then I grabbed a second one and placed it on the opposite side. I took my seat again, and looking at Bethany I gestured toward the first seat. "Sit beside me, please, Bethany."

She moved slowly, hesitantly before sitting beside me. I reached down and stroked her hair, taking her hand in mine. "This is your place. At my side, always. On my right, my companion on this journey. Can you accept that?"

She nodded slowly, squeezing my hand.

I looked over at Lilith and indicated the other bean bag. She only took a moment to take her place. "This is your place. At my side. You two alone, always, here beside me. My conscience and my companion. This has been ordained. Can you accept that?"

Lilith nodded, then whispered, "I do."

I smiled for the first time and patted the sturdy arms of the chair. "Come up here, you're both too far away."

They climbed up beside me but both still acted hesitant. I put my arms around their waists. "I'm sorry this took so long. He's never spoken to me at such length before. Not even at the discovery. If I had known it would take hours, I would have warned you."

"Hours?" Bethany asked.

"It was only a few minutes, Joshua. Not very long at all," Lilith said.

"Really? It felt like hours. Well, no matter. We talked. I mean, mostly he talked. He's happy with the progress. He's very happy with both of you. He's a little cross with me for overdoing it. He says it's a long journey ahead of us, and we need to understand it won't happen overnight. We have to be patient. We need to take time to discuss my findings, understand the importance, and to seek a closer understanding of his purpose."

I pulled Bethany closer, and kissed her shoulder. "I ... I spoke to him about lust." I was quiet for a second to let my words sink in. "All men lust in their heart. We're designed that way. He, uh, he laughed at me. I didn't expect that. I never heard Him laugh before. It was kind of scary." I pulled both girls closer so that they were leaning on me. Then I drew Bethany's head down so I could kiss her lightly. "He says I'm an idiot. You're my Companion. If I didn't lust for you, something was wrong. He understands my choice, but wouldn't tell me if it was right or wrong, only that I'd know. There's nothing wrong in what we do, you and I, Bethany."

Then I turned to Lilith. "He loves you, Lilith, and is pleased that you've accepted your purpose. He never doubted that Bethany would, but I guess you weren't a sure thing. He says I have to be patient with you, as you come to understand your role, and I shouldn't question you. Funny, he said that even though I shouldn't question you, that Bethany might, and if she did, I was to listen. Weird."

I pulled her down for a kiss and took my time with it. "He said that by accepting Bethany as my Companion, I accepted responsibility for you. That by accepting you as my Conscience, I accepted your guidance. I tried to mention that I didn't really accept you, he kind of forced you on me. I don't think he liked me questioning his version of things. He asked me if I'd accepted you and trusted you. When I admitted I had, he said I should listen to you, and stop causing trouble. I'm sorry if I've done anything to upset you."

She shook her head rapidly. "No, never Joshua. I know I'm the trouble maker. I don't mean to do it, I swear."

I hushed her with a kiss. "Guide me, Lilith. Don't let me screw things up. This is too important."

She hugged me. "I will, I promise. I'll do better."

"Good. Let's not worry about this anymore then. What do we have to do about dinner?"

Bethany leaped off the chair. "Oh no! I have to get started. I haven't done anything yet. You're sure you don't mind, Joshua?"

"No, I don't mind at all," I said, slowly dislodging Lilith and standing up. "How can we help?"

* * *

Dinner was fun. I knew the two guests, barely. Andrea had been a fixture over the weekend and had been one of those questioning my intentions. She seemed to be over that. Cindy, - Sin-Dee was her dancing name - was one of the older dancers. Very attractive and outgoing. One of the more talented dancers on stage. We'd had one short conversation while she was helping out around the place, strangely enough about my writing. She'd heard from Bethany I was a writer, and she had similar aspirations. I joked that I was very successful, I could show her a drawer full of rejections that proved it.

Both were aware that I was doing something religious that was important. It was clear they didn't know what. They accepted the religious rigmarole around dinner, and over a bottle of wine, we got into a discussion of women in the bible.

It turned out that both were Christian, and attended church regularly. Their knowledge of the Bible kept me on my toes. Fortunately, several weeks of keeping my nose buried in religious texts had me on my game.

We had moved to the living area, and I was seated on the couch, bracketed by the sisters, who made no effort to hide the fact that we were comfortable touching each other. Cindy and Andrea were occupying the lounge chairs, obviously feeling more comfortable as the evening wore on. The third bottle of wine might have helped.

"Bethany says you're an expert on Mary Magdalene," Cindy suggested.

"I don't know if I'd qualify as an expert, but it's true, her life and her relationship with Jesus is an interest of mine."

"Why?" Andrea asked.

That was difficult to answer without giving things away. I was about to answer when Bethany piped up, "Have you heard of the Lost Gospels?"

Cindy was familiar with a couple of them, Andrea, not so much. Me, I glared at Bethany and saw her blush.

Lilith was the next to put her foot in it. "He knows more about the Gospel of Mary than anyone."

That was enough for me. I stood. "Excuse me, ladies, I need to talk with Bethany and Lilith alone for a moment." I walked to my study, without looking back. The girls weren't far behind me.

I turned on them, once they were in the room. "My work is private. You know that. Why are you bringing it up?"

Bethany looked worried. "I'm sorry, but they are curious about Mary Magdalene. I've been talking about her a lot. I guess I shouldn't."

Lilith, of course, took an aggressive stance. "It's time, Joshua. You said part of Beth's purpose is to share the word. We should start."

"I've barely translated a fourth of the writing, and even that is in very rough shape. It's too early."

Lilith shook her head. "No, we don't have to share your discovery, just the stuff that already exists. We won't tell them anything about your work, just that you know about her. That's all we're doing."

"Were you both planning on this discussion tonight? If so, couldn't you have included me in your decision?"

"I really didn't think you'd mind," Bethany said. "We've talked about her before with guests. I wasn't going to mention your work."

Lilith stepped forward and took me by the arm. "Please, Joshua. Don't be upset. We just want to start sharing more of her life. She was important, and that's been ignored for too long. We won't bring up your work unless you say so. I promise."

Perhaps I had acted hastily. Perhaps I was taking this whole foolish thing too seriously. "Alright, I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. No talk about my translation, agreed?"

They both nodded their heads. I pulled them close for a quick hug and a kiss each. "I'm sorry I snapped at you. We can talk about whatever else you want."

And we did. All the usual, the confusion of the Mary's, what the demons were thought to be, the different descriptions of her finding the open tomb. The conflict with Peter. The Lost Gospel references. Her life as an apostle after Jesus' death. Even the oddity of her visions in the existing Gospel of Mary.

It was a lively discussion, and both our guests were very active in their questions. I was still going strong when I noticed Lilith fading on us. Checking the time I was surprise to see it was after one. We had been talking for hours and had finished nearly four bottles of wine. I'd need to stock up.

"Ladies, I think we should call it a night," I said. "It's late, and a couple of us have to work in the morning. Thank you for coming over." I stood and straightened my robe, somewhat ashamed of how loose it had become. I feared I might have been giving our guests an unintentional show.

Unintentional? What was I thinking? These were strippers! Beautiful young women of questionable morals. I was falling too deep into my role.

"You're welcome to stay the night. We have plenty of room, and I think we've all had a little too much to drink." I stepped forward and gave each a hug and a brief kiss. On the lips, of course. "Bethany will show you to your rooms if you decide to stay. I'm going to put Lilith to bed." I turned and lifted the trouble maker into my arms, and carried her back to her room.

I removed her clothing and tucked her into bed in her panties and bra. She opened one eye. "Thank you, Joshua. Sorry, I conked out." Then she grinned. "Are you lusting?"

After a long soft kiss, I tucked her in. "Always for you, beautiful. You know that."

She closed her eyes and smiled. "I know, and it's okay, right?"

"Yes, Lilith, it's okay."

I returned to the living area, to see what the decision had been. I found Bethany and Cindy chattering away while cleaning up the dinner dishes. "You decided to stay?" I asked.

"Yes, thank you. I already have three points on my license. I don't need to get picked up for DWI," Cindy said.

"Andrea's staying as well. She's upstairs already. She's out of it," Bethany explained.

I picked up a few of the dishes, and Bethany nearly had a fit. "No, you need to go to bed, Joshua. Cindy can help me with this. Neither of us has to get up early. We're used to staying up this late." She took the plates out of my hands, and passed them to Cindy, then gave me a big hug, and a long kiss. "Tonight was nice, wasn't it?" she asked. I think she was still nervous about the whole thing.

"It was great. We'll have to do this more often."

She smiled and gave me a quick peck. "We will. Now off to bed!"

I laughed and said my good nights.

I don't know what time it was when a naked Bethany climbed in bed with me. I was barely awake when I felt her hand on my cock. She cuddled up to me, and gave me a long, gentle handjob, then cleaned up after. I got a sleepy kiss, and she disappeared again. She never said a word.

I slept like a baby.

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Cult 103: Recruiting Key Members

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I may have slept like a baby, but I woke like a bear.

It was one of those mornings. I was awake, sort of. I had hit the snooze button twice already. I had my morning ritual, and I was fighting it.

Each day I do the same things. Habits that have been ingrained in me for years. I may be an unfocused goof-ball, unambitious, floating along doing whatever felt good; but what I did set out to do, I did my best. A large part of the reason for that was how I spent the first hour of each day.

I'm a reader, a researcher, and a sponge for new ideas. During one period of my life, after my first completed degree, I spent an inordinate amount of time on self-help and motivation books. Using Mom's money, I even paid for 'personal' guidance from some of the biggest names in the industry. Strangely enough, it was one of the few times my father backed my ideas. A lot of what I learned I took with a grain of salt, but one pattern that I found common to a lot of what I learned, was to start your day right.

Tony Robbins suggests having an 'Hour of Power', where you reflect on the good in your life, and do some casual exercise. Brian Tracy recommends you eat a frog first thing, building on a Mark Twain's saying that, if you eat a live frog first thing in the morning, you've got it behind you for the rest of the day, and nothing else looks so bad. Brian's take on that is to tackle that terrible, weighty thing you don't want to do first thing in the morning. Jack Canfield has his own 'Hour of Power', which includes equal quantities of exercise, meditation, and reading.

My version was a little different. I would spend the first ten minutes or so contemplating what I needed to do to further my goals. I commonly tried to think of these as I went to sleep, and again when I woke up. Basically a lazy cad at heart, I spent that time in bed, in that shady place between half-awake and half-asleep. Oddly enough, that seemed to help. It keeps me focused, which is important for someone like me who gets distracted easily, and doesn't always follow through like I should.

After that, I review my recent and long-term accomplishments, which gives me additional motivation. That's good for about two snooze buttons, one for goals, and one for accomplishments. Then I hop out of bed, do 100 sit-ups and 100 push-ups, head outdoors and do my run. During the run I sketch out my tasks for the day, in pursuit of my goals, and taking Brian Tracy's advice, try to tackle the harshest one immediately after breakfast.

That morning, the problem was I couldn't focus on what I should be doing. I'd been heading in too many directions. What started as a joke, a prank, had taken on a life of its own, and I was losing control of it. In many ways I thought I was taking it too seriously, then again, I was more dedicated to this farce than I had been to anything in a very long time.

I knew I'd been giving my work on writing the Gospel of Mary short shrift for at least a week. I'd been working on the house and my new security and monitoring additions for most of my time. I still had another dozen irons in the fire with all my outside excursion mini-projects. The girls had been right, I'd been so obsessed with my new ideas, I'd let my sleep and health suffer for it.

What was driving me crazy that morning, and was preventing me from starting my day the way I should, was the idea of those two new women in the house. I'd been playing with a crazy concept, and when I allowed my thoughts to stray in that direction, it took on a life of its own.

Sure, I'd been having fun playing my little role as God's spokesperson, religious antiquity translator, and Mary Magdalene advocate, mostly to screw around with Bethany, both in the literal and figurative sense. Her sister Lilith had been a fun and challenging addition, testing me, challenging me. And God knows I love a challenge.

Now I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to have more followers. Women like Cindy and Andrea, sexy, hot, and somewhat flaky women who appeared to be as open to my message and role as, well, whatever the hell it was I was trying to pass myself off as.

I tried to concentrate on what needed to be done for my writing, where I could take it once I was happy with the results, how to make it appear valid and real. Of course, I couldn't help but think about getting into Bethany's panties, and her sister's, naturally. Maybe it was time, I certainly needed to get laid. This whole celibacy thing, even with the hand-jobs and blow-jobs, was starting to wear thin.

Thoughts of how I could further impress my 'holiness' on the girls would creep in. Maybe I could perform some minor miracles, beyond the whole things 'mysteriously' appearing.

Additional ideas about converting Corycia into a religious retreat would spring up out of nowhere, along with plans for instituting more regular activities. Bible discussions, lectures on Mary, quiet times, perhaps some more warped things, who knows?

The problem was I couldn't decide on what I should be doing. I'd been bouncing around, reacting, improvising, diving deep into one thing after another, none of them getting completed, each spreading me thinner. And without that focus, I was having a hell of a time getting out of bed.

"Fuck it," I growled to myself, turning off the alarm and hitting the floor for my sit-ups. That was an easy effort that kept me from thinking of anything else as I counted them out. Rolling over I started in on the push-ups, knocking those out, the first 60 or so as easy as ever, the last dozen more of an effort than they should have been. I slowly became aware of some activity in the house and scolded myself for allowing the sleepover, one more distraction I didn't need.

I pulled on my running shorts and headed for the front door. I wasn't the only one awake, but I might as well have been, for all the attention I paid them. My ritual was broken, I had no idea what I was going to do that day, and I told myself that I'd work it out on the run.

I think I heard a morning greeting or two as I walked through the living area, and good ol' Hercules, who was dealing with a horde of intruders much better than I would have dreamed, scampered over, rubbing against my leg, following me out the door. I'd hit the track, and he'd inspect the grounds, doing his morning business and waiting patiently at the front door to be let back in after the run.

Too many things on my mind to respond to my house-mates and guests, I even skipped my stretching, taking off running before I'd passed the threshold.

The run was exactly what I needed. I blocked everything else out, ignoring the weather, which was dreary and sprinkling, oblivious to anything but the rhythmic pounding of my feet, as I reviewed all I'd done for the last few months.

Slowly things started to fall in place, priorities making themselves apparent, what I wanted to do, needed to do, coming into focus.

The writing and painful translation could wait. There was no time frame for when it had to be done, and nobody to report to. I could spend a few hours a day on it, instead of spending most of my waking hours. Besides, when I was finished, what was I going to do with it?

The house and grounds were mostly where I wanted them to be. Anything else that needed doing could wait as well. A list of additional tasks could be developed and delegated readily enough. That went to the bottom of my mental list.

Many of my external side projects were well-advanced in their progress. The sheer number of them was weighting me down. I needed to finish them, paying a premium if necessary, just to get them off my plate. Besides, several were essential to my progress in other areas. They moved close to the top.

Bethany. That had been my initial end-game, but I'd outgrown that. I still wanted to bang the daylights out of her, and oddly enough I was developing considerable affection for her, but that was no longer my primary goal. Still, it wasn't something I wanted to leave half finished. Like I said, the whole celibacy thing was starting to drag. I needed to get past that and move on.

Lilith was in the same boat as Bethany. Perhaps a bit more of a challenge, but nothing too daunting. Once I'd done Bethany, little sis would be in my cross-hairs.

No, what I really wanted was a house of Bethanys and Liliths. My own followers, my disciples, my personal harem. And to get there, I needed to build on my own image and to slowly lure the poor girls into my web.

With my new priorities coming clearer, I could focus on what it would take to accomplish each. How to nail Bethany and her sister, how to add to my following, and how to further develop my role as the infallible leader of my new congregation.

The ideas came hot and heavy, and I filed each away as they appeared, sorting, accepting, discarding, until I had a basic plan. And as it came together, I felt good, better than I had for a while. I had a purpose, goals, and things to do. Priorities. Focus.

My concentration cracked, as my calf started to cramp. My legs were covered in mud up to my knees, as the rain had intensified. I was chilled, and breathing hard, a stitch in my side forcing me to little more than a limping, slow jog. Approaching the house, I was vaguely aware of a gathering on the front porch, the four women watching me. Bethany appeared concerned, with Lilith talking to our guests. Even Hercules had the good sense to get out of the rain, but not yours truly.

I slowed to a walk, trudging toward the entrance. "... demons." I heard Lilith tell our two guests.

Bethany walked out into the rain, pulling my arm over her shoulders, wrapping a slender arm around my waist. "I'm here, Joshua," she said. "I'm here."

"Love you, Bethany," I mumbled, stumbling over the first step, and nearly falling. Then Cindy was on my other side, stabilizing me.

"He's freezing," she whispered as if I wasn't there. And in some ways, I guess I wasn't. I was thinking about eating the frog, and starting in on what needed to be done. I was dimly aware that I had overdone it again. I was aching, my tortured leg muscles twitching uncontrollably, and could barely stand.

It must have been an odd sight, my entourage of lovelies and I traipsing mud through the house, the four of them talking as if I didn't exist. Walking through the bedroom I was shocked to see the time on my clock. My run had lasted nearly two hours. No wonder I was totally wasted.

Lilith had run ahead and started the shower. In the bathroom, I leaned on Cindy as Bethany removed my shorts. I maintained my outward fuzziness, slowly becoming more aware of my surroundings, but doing my best not to show it.

"You say he's done this before?" Andrea asked.

"A few times," Bethany said. "Never like this, not this bad. I should have stopped him a while ago, but he looked so happy. All until that last lap."

Then I was in the shower, the torrent of hot water welcome and invigorating. Bethany was with me, naked, and Cindy stepped away. I guess I didn't realize how done I was, as soon as she released me, I started to fall, my leg unable to hold me up.

"Shit," she mumbled, stepping under the cascading water, and bolstering me back up.

Lilith joined us, filling the small space. "Can you hold him, while I clean his legs? He's filthy."

Cindy agreed, and I felt a little bad for her, stuck with supporting me, her clothing drenched.

Lilith was on her knees before me, natural sponge in hand, scrubbing my shins and calves, sluicing off the muddy water. At least the trembling of my legs was easing off, as I found myself slowly able to stand on my own.

Bethany noticed and started washing my upper body until my leg on her side started to give out. "This is bad, Lily. He's never been like this."

"Lean him against the back wall. That's what I do with Rafe when he's drunk off his ass," Cindy said.

"He's not drunk," Bethany hissed.

"I know," Cindy answered. "I'm just saying. It'll be easier to handle him. Trust me, I'm kind of an expert on this, unfortunately."

I allowed them to scoot me to the rear until my back was against the wall. It was cold against my skin, but I tried not to show it. The shower-head was lifted off its holder and Cindy was spraying me down while the sisters scrubbed away at my body. I was dimly aware of Andrea standing just outside the shower, taking it all in.

Cindy sighed loudly and passed the shower wand to Bethany. "Take over," she said, then started undressing down to her panties.

Now that was an interesting turn of events.

Our lovely all-but-naked guest started on my hair, her large enhanced breasts rubbing against me. Lilith's scrubbing had worked its way upward, past my knees and thighs, and stalling around my crotch. Bethany was rinsing me with the shower wand, her free hand rubbing my skin. As you might imagine, it all started to have an effect on me.

Lilith's hand encircled my shaft, stroking me slowly. "He's coming back, Beth."

Beth's hand moved down to join her sister's. "Come back to us, Joshua," she said softly.

Cindy took the shower-wand from Bethany and started rinsing my hair. I did my damnedest to ignore the stinging in my eyes from where some of the shampoo had strayed. "Crap," she mumbled, rinsing off my face, before going back of my hair. "Damn, he's really gone, isn't he?"

"He'll come back to us," Bethany insisted. She turned toward me, hugging me while her sister kept jerking me off. "Joshua," she said firmly. "Joshua."

Now those of you who think that what I was doing was easy, you have no clue. I had a nearly naked woman in my shower for the first time, who I desperately wanted to scope out. New breasts rubbing against me that I wanted to motorboat with a passion. Sexy young Lilith was stroking my cock more diligently, her mouth pressing against my skin, kissing my upper thighs, even teasing my balls. And Bethany, who I'd finally decided it was time to fuck, was fully naked, pressed against my side, calling out to me. Never mind that my eyes were still stinging, my legs felt like spaghetti, and my stomach was growling.

Cindy put the shower-wand back in its holder, tilting it away from us, so she didn't drown Lilith. Then she was mirroring Bethany, pressed against me, her hands rubbing my body, her lips dropping teasing little kisses on my shoulder. "Come back to us, Joshua," she whispered, echoing Bethany.

It was too much, and I started to come. I grunted shallowly, closing my eyes, while Lilith milked me dry, finishing with a tender little kiss on the head. Then she turned the shower-head on us, washing away where I had come on her face and chest.

I shuddered, making a big deal of standing more upright, encircling the girls with my arms before opening my eyes. "Big day ahead," I said, facing Bethany and smiling.

Her response was a huge toothy smile, then a quick pout. "You overdid it again, Joshua." Her little hand slapped against my chest. "You scared us."

"Sorry," I said, before slowly turning to look at our panty-clad guest. I think I did a pretty good job of acting surprised, jerking my arm away, averting my eyes, and turning toward Bethany.

"Uh ... good morning, Cindy," I said, trying to force myself to blush. I don't think it accomplished much, but I tried.

She giggled, which was cute. "Morning, Joshua. I hope you don't mind my helping. You were really out of it."

"I ... uh ... no ... of course not. I mean, it's ... I'm sorry."

Her giggle turned into a full-fledged laugh. "It's okay, Joshua. I don't bite. If you're uncomfortable with me here, I can leave."

"No! I ... I mean, uh, thanks, I think. I'm sorry. How did you get here?"

She chuckled, leaning against me, her significant breasts reaching me long before the rest of her did. "I spent the night, remember?"

I nodded slowly, trying to ignore the fact that our teasing troublemaker Lilith was back to stroking my cock, and having some success. "I know, I mean, how did you ... here?"

Bethany spoke up before Cindy could answer. "You couldn't even walk, Joshua. You really overdid it this time. She helped get you in here."

I'd been avoiding looking at our semi-naked guest, but she was kind of forcing the issue. I turned and looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry that you had to do that. Thank you."

She rose up on tiptoe and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Anytime, handsome." I liked it, but I'll admit, it almost felt like cheating on the sisters. Almost.

Between the kiss, Lilith's activities, a couple of surreptitious looks at Cindy's body, which of course I'd seen before, but never so close, and so wet, I was getting hard again.

"Uh, Lilith, we shouldn't—"

Cindy ran her hand down my chest, stopping just before she hit the promised land. "I think I'll leave you guys alone. I don't want to interfere." Another surprisingly sweet little kiss on the lips, and she turned away, giving me a great view of her backside while she rinsed off under the shower again. I guess it was that view that put the final steel back into my shaft.

Our guests had left the bathroom, when Bethany finally spoke up, something I thought was way overdue. "Lily, that was wrong. We don't encourage him, we take care of him. And in front of those two?"

Lilith was a determined little monster, never ceasing her stroking of my now extremely hard shaft. "He needed it, Bethany. You saw how he was. There was nothing wrong with what we did. I'm the Conscience, I know things like that." She was smirking as she finished.

I saw it as an opening, for my future plans, which I'll admit were pretty convoluted. I pushed Lilith's hand away, accepting her pout, and turned off the shower which was becoming a distraction. "No, Lilith. That was completely out of line. Cindy is not part of us, and shouldn't be subjected to what's been going on. I won't deny it's partially my fault, I'm weak. What you and your sister have been doing, I'll admit, is very comforting, but wrong. I've told you, told you both, that I wanted to remain celibate while I'm working on my project. But you can't accept that it seems. First, you practically r*pe me, when I was unable to stop you—"

"No, Joshua!" Lilith whined. "I ... I told you I didn't mean it, that I was sorry."

"Of course. You were sorry. Sorry, you forced me the first time. And I suppose you're sorry now with this slow seduction. Making your sister suck me over and over again yesterday when I was too exhausted to fight it. Embarrassing me in front of our guests, openly trying to excite me."

She looked surprised, and I noticed that Bethany was pulling away, looking anxious. "I'm not," Lilith started. "You needed it, you were killing yourself, and you hadn't come in days."

"I'm not a slave to my hormones, Lilith. Before you and your sister entered my life, I could easily go weeks without needing relief." Alright, maybe not easily, but it had happened a few times in the last several years.

I turned to face Bethany. "Are you proud of what you're doing? Making me break my promise to myself? Making me lust for you, while letting my work slide?"

It was harder to do it to Bethany. She really did mean no harm, I knew that. To see her eyes water up while I lambasted her was tough. But it was a step forward in my plan.

"I'm sorry, Joshua," she said, her voice barely audible. "You're right. I thought I was just trying to help at fi