"What in god's name?!" someone yelled suddenly.
Jim cringed, knowing whose voice that was. It belonged to his next door neighbor, who was Andrea Lyte - a stuck-up prudish woman who hates all things sexual. So seeing Jim's sister making out with him right in front of her must have pushed her over the edge.
Teresa broke the kiss and stomped over to the middle-aged woman. Jim noticed that like always Mrs. Lyte was wearing a white high-necked long-sleeved blouse and a beige ankle-length skirt. While the colors of the outfits may change (not that much - they always looked dull), the outfits themselves were always the same. He wondered if that woman had ever even worn anything else. Does she go to bed in those clothes too? And also just as always, she wore no make-up, wore no jewelry (except for a wristwatch), and wore her blond hair in a tight bun. Just by looking at her, you could tell she was a prude.
"What is your problem?" Teresa spat in her face.
"My problem?" Mrs. Lyte threw back. "My problem is a girl kissing her brother, young lady. If I could even call you a lady. You should be ashamed of yourself." Then she slapped Teresa on the wrist. "The Lord does not ..." She trailed and Jim saw something change in the way she looked at Teresa. He groaned, wondering if his influence had been passed on to someone else. They did touch each other when Mrs. Lyte slapped his sister on the wrist. "Did ... did I hurt you?" she asked Teresa hesitantly.
Teresa just glared at her, then turned around and walked back to Jim. On her way, she yelled out "Just mind your own fucking business."
Normally, Mrs. Lyte would be furious over such language, but instead she seemed to be in a sort of daze. Then she walked back into her house.
"That bitch can be so annoying sometimes. I mean, who cares if we kiss or even fuck? If we love each other, then it's alright. Right?"
"Well, you are my sister. Some people might have a problem with that."
"Boo hoo for them, then," Teresa said. But then her expression lightened and she smiled. "Well, see you later, hot stuff."
Jim could only wave. He watched her get in her car and drive off to class.
Why hadn't he stopped her? Was it because he wanted this incestuous relationship to continue? Why would he want that? He already made it clear that he wanted (no, needed) to put an end to what his influence had done, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
And now he had another problem. Now three people (maybe more, since this thing can spread) had been infected with his influence. Who knew what kind of effect it would be having on them?
