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Falling into the Debts of Hell

Part 1

“I dunno Mr. Joe,” said my niece’s boyfriend, Matt, as I pulled him closer to my bed. Despite how surprised and apprehensive he looked, there was still a mischievous glint in his eyes, as if on an inside joke. “What if Morgan finds out? I dunno if I could hurt her like that. Y’know, doing this with you.”

“Shh...” I said, slowly unbuttoning his polo shirt to reveal the chest of a boy finalizing his transition into a man. Despite the differences in our ages, he was already on his way to becoming more muscular than me. That, of course, only fueled the desire in my body. I could’ve sworn I started drooling, to my chagrin. “It can be our little secret.”

The way Matt whined didn’t go unnoticed. His face was completely flushed, in a daze of lust and perversion that most wouldn’t dare go to. On my end, I was pitching a raging stiffie—so much so that it was starting to hurt pressed up against my jeans. Of course, a simple strip and that was taken care of. There I was, clad in just my briefs, lying on my bed with my niece’s boyfriend’s bulge just inches away from my mouth.

Now, my gentle listener, you might be wondering how exactly I got myself into this mess. After all, having sex with my niece’s boyfriend would warrant getting cut off from your entire extended family for generations, but my case has some particularities, irregularities, and even “supernatural-ities,” if you pardon my French. See, it’s not me having sex with my niece’s boyfriend; it’s my niece.

Ah, sorry, I got too far ahead of myself again.

My name is Joseph, and I was a man with a dream. I had the wild fantasy of having a nice little mansion with plenty of cute maids; all wearing bunny ears, cat ears, the like; fighting each other for the chance to serve me.

However, I knew from the days I spent toiling my youth at arcades and casinos that money was easy for someone as fortunate as me. Though my younger brother warned me over and over again about the dangers of gambling. Naturally, a man now over 40 and savings that barely amounted to anything, I threw those childish warnings to the back of my mind and set off toward the closest casino in town. I had little to lose and a dream of debauchery to gain. Really, though, it was also about the thrill.

Sadly, even having the noblest dreams close to your heart wasn’t enough to make one a winner. Though my first time going to the casino resulted in a nice $300 profit, every other trip was a total flop. I bled cash in all other visits, and soon I could feel my shoulders being crushed by the burden of an unpayable debt. Well, I say “unpayable,” like it was unreasonable, but I don’t think anyone’s ever expected anything unreasonable out of me. With enough work and time, I would’ve been able to take care of it myself. However, at the time, I really saw myself as facing the gates of hell, and the devil of Greed awaited for my eternal soul. That was the sorta immaturity I embodied. It easy to fall into the “the world is against me,” mindset when you only look at your problems. Especially when you consider everyone’s reactions to it.

The only thing I feared more than the debt was my family finding out about the debt. My parents had already passed away, so at least I wouldn’t have to face the results of their reactions until I was long dead. However, my younger brother and his family already saw me as a child in the body of a hairy old man, so I couldn’t allow them to see my failures as both a gambler and as a human.

Then, the day arrived that my niece and nephew visited my home.

They were a pair of twins that looked and sounded nothing alike. The girl, Morgan, stood tall and proud, with her long hair shining as brightly as her future in the sun. Her twin brother Isaac, younger only by a few minutes and shorter by a mere inch, didn’t stand so much as slouch with his own brand of arrogance. His hair, as messy as his clothes, was cut short and uneven, and even dyed black to distinguish himself further. But his future arguably shined even brighter than his sister. The only thing the two seemed to have in common was their intelligent, green eyes that looked at me with concern.

And that was all I knew about them. Though they came to my house often, all I knew was they shared my blood through my brother’s side and they shared their mother’s success. Aside from a few anecdotes, they were complete strangers to me. We didn’t even share appearance, either. Even so, letting them rot on my porch on a hot summer day wasn’t an option, so I let them inside.

“Thank you for having us,” said Morgan with a curt nod. It was the politeness one had with a client or a guest. Creeped me out. Girls her age shouldn’t be acting like that. “You see, there was a note on our front door when we arrived home. We didn’t tell our parents yet, but… it mentioned your being in debt.”

I didn’t say anything. Guess I figured that if I didn’t speak and just stewed in this awkward and heavy silence, eventually they’d get bored and leave.

“Everything ok? The note speak the truth?” Isaac said with a gruff grunt. “If you’re in trouble, it’s good to talk ‘bout it and shit.”

They weren’t gonna leave without any answer. Not just that, they pretty much saw through all of my nonsense and bullshit. All I could really do was be honest, despite all the shame I had. I took a deep breath and shared my story with them. Thankfully, they respectfully listened without interrupting or even batting an eye.

Once I finished, Morgan and Isaac shared meaningful glances with each other. While Isaac retained a deadpan expression, Morgan looked ready to burst into tears.

“They really took advantage of you, uncle,” she said, sniffling as she rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hands. “And, they’ll most likely be after all of our family, now. We’ll be the target of harassment for who knows how long.” She let out a couple wet sobs while facing away from me. “S-Sorry, I’m sorry…”

“They’ll keep harassing us,” said Isaac, “unles…”

Unless?

“We can pay off the debt,” said Isaac, as deadpan as ever despite how ridiculous his words were. Before I could even respond to tell him how terrible his lies were, Morgan pulled out a fat wad of cash from her purse. She flashed me a few bills. Several hundreds, fifties, and twenties—all organized carefully; no doubt by Morgan. It was enough. No, even more than enough. These crazy kids had plenty of cash on them and were willing to bail me out! But…

I shook my head and backed away. “I can’t accept your cash,” I said.

“You’re literally reaching for it right now, ya dolt,” said Isaac to my chagrin. My body could never refuse cash from anything. “C’mon, uncle, just take the damn money,” he said, sounding exhausted by now.

Morgan nodded. “If they know where we live, they’re just going to keep harassing us like this. Our mom would have a panic attack if she found out. Better you are in our debt than in theirs.”

Funny, Morgan had even said,  “better you be in our debt than in theirs,” but I didn’t see the true purpose behind their little scheme. I could’ve asked any number of questions, like “Where did you get your hands on this money?” or “What kind of debt collectors leave a note behind?” or even “Why’re you willing to bail me out?” But all I had my eyes on was that stack of money that would grant me peace of mind.

I took it without hesitation, thanking my niece and nephew profusely. Sweet little Morgan even gave me a hug before she said goodbye through a tearful smile. Not only did I need to pay back what these kids deserved, but I also needed to do something extra for them.

That night, I made my way to the casino to hand it off to the owner. Though he accepted it, I could see a glint of disapproval in his eyes. Just from his expression, I could tell he was thinking, “A loan shark, eh? Typical.” He wasn’t entirely wrong either, I’ll admit to that.

I made a note to myself to never visit that place again as I left. Not out of fear of debt, but because I did want to see that unpleasant look anymore.

Once I arrived home, I found Morgan waiting for me. Surprisingly, her brother was nowhere to be found. Figured they were attached at the hip. “Forget something?” I asked her as she stood up from her seat on my porch.

“No, nothing like that,” said Morgan, playing with her hair as she avoided my gaze. “I just wanted to ask something of you. Do you mind if we go inside, uncle? It’s rather cold tonight,” she said, shivering.

I nodded and stepped forward to unlock the door. “It’s open—“ I began, but before I finished speaking, I felt Morgan press her hand against my back. A numbing sensation spread throughout my body, and a cloudy haze spread in my mind.

“Let’s go inside, uncle,” said Morgan, and I silently followed her command. She shut the door behind her, and suddenly I feared how alone we were. “So, I’ve decided to go ahead and make you pay off your new debt right away.” Her tone remained nonchalant; completely unlike the emotional girl I saw this afternoon. “But, Isaac and I aren’t interested in money. If we were, we would have never taken on your debt.” With an innocent smile that befitted her age, she said, “That’s why you’ll pay us off with your body.”

“Wh-What are you saying? Morgan, why can’t I move?!”

“Please be quiet.” And then my mouth refused to move. The most I could do was wiggle my toes and blink. “At least, be quiet until I start to enter you.” She checked her phone, probably to text some friend, before lifting her face with a satisfied smile. However, what truly frightened me was her gaze. In Morgan’s green eyes was not the cute glint of a high school girl, but the tenacity, hunger, and ferociousness of a predator. “It’s a shame Isaac and I always have to share, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re born a twin.”

She held up her hand, as though to cast a spell, and placed it on my pectoral. Then, she began to knead it like she was some kinda baker. I couldn’t even moan at her sudden and invasive touch. Not even when her hand passed through the cloth and skin and deep inside of me. “There we go,” she said with a chuckle as her whole arm disappeared inside of me. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. You’ll just feel a little uncomfortable. Like getting a type of foreign massage.”

My only response was a huff through clenched teeth. Morgan pointedly ignored that and kept pushing more and more of herself into me. Once her entire form disappeared and I was all alone in the living room did I finally gain control of myself. But it was only for an instant. My body cringed and convulsed as I felt Morgan shift inside of me. Was she trying to get comfortable?

Eventually, the convulsions stopped, and my body began to move despite my attempts. First, I stretched my arms and cracked my neck. “Let’s see...” Then, I flex both biceps. “Not bad, uncle Joe. Dad bods are all the rage nowadays, so you should be popular with a certain demographic.” I grinned, but inside I was truly frightened. Had I really become a passenger in my own body?

Morgan in my body pulled out my cell phone and punched in a number I had never seen before. “Hey Matt!” she greeted—her preppy tone so bizarre in my husky voice.

“Morgan? Babe, you really got him?” It was a boy’s voice, and he sounded excited. “No way!” he said with a laugh. “Ok, I’m on my way. Be there soon. So, uh… when I get there…?”

“I’ll be in character,” I said as I rubbed at my bulge. What the hell was Morgan planning on doing with my body?! “Don’t worry, even if it’s a little awkward the first time, we can do it again, and again, and again. My uncle owes us a debt to last years to come.”

Morgan sat down my body on the couch and began a small exploration. “I hope you won’t think too badly of me,” she said as she played around with my body. First by flexing, then my running her hands down my torso. “Mm, not bad. Bit of muscle and the fat keeps it from looking too muscly and weird. Not too round, either.” She directed my fingers to caress my thighs, and then my face. “No wonder Matt went crazy when I showed him pics of you. He’s bi, so playing around helps spice up our relationship,” she told me. Was she expecting me to respond to her or something? Maybe it was more a pleasantry than anything else.

Morgan did another pleasurable stretch, and she let out a small moan as something popped. “Aw, nice. God, uncle, I have got to sign you up for yoga. You could be really flexible if you just put some effort into it. And it’ll do some good for what we’re about to do.”

Not long after the phone call, I heard the doorbell ring. My shirt off, clad in just my underwear, I confidently strutted over to the door. On the other end was a young man who gasped and took an immediate step back. “W-Woah! Oh, sir, uh… is Morgan here?” he said with a nervous smile. His eyes kept shifting up and down.

“Hmm, dunno,” I said, leaning against the door frame and subtly bouncing my pecs. “Maybe inside? Why don’t you come in? We can go look together, young man.”

“Uh, if you say so, sir.” Together, the two of us wandered around the house, exchanging flushed and playful looks along the way, until we ended up in my room. “Huh, thought she said she’d be here. Weird, right, sir?” said Matt, making sure to face away from me to hide his boner.

“Well, I’m sure she’ll be here soon,” I said, stepping closer to Matt. “But, in the meantime, why don’t I keep you company?” I stepped closer to him, even as he tried to avoid my gaze as much as possible.

“Wh-What do you mean?” Finally, Matt turned to face me, our lips just a few inches apart. “S-Sir?!” I said nothing but smiled as I took his hand and placed it on my chest. “H-Hey, c’mon. I-I can’t do this to Morgan! I—“ and before he could finish, I placed a finger to his lips. Though his protests continued, they slowly fizzled out like a dying firework. The main show would begin soon.

“Relax,” I whispered to him. As he quieted down, I leaned in and planted a slow, sensual kiss on his lips. Never in my life was I as romantic as that. “I can take care of you. Everything you want. I’m all yours,” I said, my hands exploring his chest, then abdomen, and finally, his bulge hidden by his jeans. “Your li’l guy’s ready. You?”

The kiss must’ve pushed Matt over the edge, cause he said, “I...I am. I sure as hell am!” before lowering his voice to a quiet, sensual whisper. “Been wanting to fuck your tight, old man ass ever since I saw you.”

With just a bit of foreplay, we ended up on my bed. Matt held my wrists down with one hand while slowly, smoothly sliding my underwear down with the other. I had never been on the receiving end of a fucking, not even when I was in college. “God, you’re aggressive,” I said, “can’t say I don’t approve.”

“You’re gonna do a helluva lot more than approve when I’m done with you,” said Matt with a lust sigh as he spread my legs. “Gonna make you cum buckets. Nah, hell nah. Gonna fuck you so hard your world’s gonna go white.” He took deep breaths, like a running about to undergo a marathon. Just how hard did his body crave something like this? Jesus Morgan, what did you do to this kid?

“Do it, lover boy,” I said as I lifted my legs into the air. “This hole’s craving hot jock boy cock.” That was all the encouragement Matt needed. With some lube he must’ve brought himself, he circled my anus with his cock head, loosening it just a bit. “Getting impatient, boy...” I said, biting my lower lip in preparation.

Really wished Morgan hadn’t said that, cause that boy had some stamina! He pounded me so hard that I thought I was gonna split in half. “OH! OH FUCK, OH!” I cried out while writhing on my bed. If Morgan hadn’t used my hands to push against the headboard, I would’ve been concussed. “OH! M-Matt, you’re—FUCK—a goddamn stallion!”

“I ain’t finished yet!” he said, cockily. “Ya think I had—nngh—ENOUGH?!” Matt punctuated that with a particularly deep thrust, hitting my g-spot just right. For a second, my vision really did go white. “C’mon, moan for me! I wanna hear those deep groans you can only get from a geezer like you.”

I did just that, to my horror. My voice, that which I thought was only for the ladies, was now saying stuff like, “I’ve never been plugged by this much cock before!” while laughing hard enough to start tearing up. “Ohhhhhh, I’ve spent so many lonely nights before ya, Matt. Masturbating doesn’t come close to comparing to—NNGG, AHHH—to this!” I said, my legs writhing as the sensation began building. My abdomen began to tighten as climax approached. Words were already beyond me, and all I could do was scream as I shot my load between us.

“Get over here,” Matt said through gritted teeth as he pulled me close and started to roughly make out with me. He continued to fuck me, and I wrapped my legs around him in order to pull him close.

“Breed me. Make me your woman, kid,” I moaned, my dick erect and leaking still. I was full, and it was… nice.

Matt soon came afterward, moaning into my mouth as these crazy kids continued kissing and embracing. “Ohhh, that was so good, Mr. Joe,” he said as he rubbed his face against my furry chest.

“Roleplay is over, Matt,” I said, rolling my eyes. At least she finally stopped pretending to be me. “Next time, I’m on top, okay? With my own body.”

“Yeah yeah,” he said with a lighthearted chuckle. The two of them continued to embrace, and I started to feel like a third wheel in my own body. “You really gotta hand off your uncle’s body? For real?”

I shrugged. “Only fair. My brother gets to use him tomorrow. I got him for tonight, and we’ll keep on switching.”

“You really share everything with him, huh?”

I clicked my tongue. “Not everything,” I said. “But, most things we do. We’re twins, y’know. We share a birthday, we share tastes, we even share dreams.” I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. A serenity spilled all over me. Was I the one feeling at peace, or was Morgan simply relaxed after that intense session? I was all sweaty, and even though Matt was clearly enjoying the sensation, I still wanted to take a shower and forget about all of this. But she didn’t let me. “Isaac,” Morgan began again, and I intently listened, “is half of my soul. And I’m half of his. That’s how twins work. We’re fine separated, but together we’re unbeatable.”

That tenacity returned, and it frightened me. Knowing what these two kids could do, I felt dread creeping over my soul. The power they could have with the ability to possess and control people from the inside was limited only by their devious imagination. Visions of money, power, and slaves under their heels flashed across my eyes. Were these the dreams that Morgan mentioned?

I learned far more than I wanted to about my niece and nephew that night. And would continue to do so for many nights to come.