Mad Science

Chapter 1
Introducing your protagonists

Hannah was a student at the local university and living in the small hamlet outside of the college in a nice place owned by her older brother Conner. To meet them you would never know that Conner was the older sibling. He had gotten a job managing a hedge fund out of school and used the decent amounts of money he made to fun and live a bit of a peter pan lifestyle. Hannah was kept awake night after night by the sounds of rhythmic thumping and loud moaning and giggling as Conner had a routine of bringing home a beautiful girl each night to ‘play around with’. All in all though Hannah didn’t mind her brothers habits or immaturity, after all he had been cool enough to let her live at his house for free which is a lot nicer than living in the college dorms. She understood her responsibility as the voice of reason in her brother’s life and the one responsible for keeping him out of trouble.

This afternoon Hannah was preparing their dinner and listening to her brother explain the fender bender he had gotten into earlier that day.

“I’m telling you sis, she just came out of nowhere! Complete blew the stop sign and rammed into me. I had to veer away as fast as I could or she would have trashed the whole side of my car.”

Hannah sliced a cucumber as she listened “Uh huh. Did you have a stop sign?”

“Uh yeah it was a four way stop.” Conner replied.

“And did you stop at it?” Hannah asked with her eyebrow raised.

“Of course I did. I’m telling you this accident was totally the crazy lady’s fault.” Conner was indignant.

“After she hit me I immediately got out of my car and gave her a piece of my mind.” He added huffily.

Hannah sucked in her breath for a moment. Conner had a habit of losing his temper and saying things he shouldn’t. She remembered the time he came home with a black eye because he had gotten impatient at the bank and made some rude remarks to the person in front of him.

“What did you say?” Hannah asked with a concerned tone in her voice.

“I got out of the car and I was like ‘Lady are you crazy? You could have killed me!’ And she had a baby in her car. I told her she shouldn’t drive so recklessly with a kid in the car like that. Then we exchanged information.” He explained.

Hannah’s concern lifted a little. That wasn’t so bad. The woman had, after all, been driving recklessly with her infant child in the car.

“What did the woman say?” Hannah asked.

“Oh that was the weird thing. The woman had this crazed look in her eye the whole time and kept mumbling stuff and said something like couldn’t do it to me because I was a guy. Crazy lesbian nutcase. That’s what she is. I’m going to make her insurance pay through the nose.” Conner sat down with Hannah and they had dinner and forgot all about the disturbed woman who ran into Conner’s maserati.

Later that evening Hannah got into bed and opened her laptop to write an e-mail to one of her professors when she heard familiar sounds from down the hall. Girlish squeals of delight interspersed with the occasional “Oh Conner!” as the cottage style house vibrated. Hannah sighed and closed the computer. She was sort of jealous of her brother. Even though Hannah was an amazingly pretty girl with a great complexion, piercing green eyes and radiant strawberry blonde hair, she was too shy for her own good. She knew the guy she liked at school, Ryan, was interested in her but she was always too shy to flirt with him, nor let him make any sort of move. Any time he would approach her she would drop her eyes to the ground and walk away as fast as she could. If not for her damned shyness, she and Ryan could be giving Conner some competition in the late night ‘fun’ department.

Down the hall Conner had Tiffany, a nineteen year old ravishing blonde girl, (who was coincidently a classmate of Hannah’s) on her back with her feet up in the air. The alabaster skin of her naked body glistened in the moonlight as her bountiful breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. Conner slid his hand across her smooth flat stomach and grabbed one of the bouncing boobs and came loudly. Conner pulled out of her and smiled.

“That was awesome!” He declared practically high-fiving himself.

“Again?” The sex kitten purred up at him.

“You’re ready to go again?” Conner asked a little surprised as he had just given this girl a veritable sexual workout.

Tiffany grinned and wriggled her nude teenage body over the satin sheets rubbing her legs together and running her hand up from her pussy to her neck.

“Mmm I’m always ready.” She replied in a seductive voice.

“I kinda need to take a break and piss. But I’ll tell you what - when I come back I’ll show you how I can make you cum just by rubbing your feet!” Conner promised the girl.

The sexy blonde girl pressed her dainty bare feet onto Conner’s chest and wiggled her cute bubblegum pink toes. “Oooo I loooove a good foot massage!” She grinned and winked at him.

Conner, incredibly turned on, backed away slowly. Tiffany turned over onto her stomach, looking out the window and gave Conner a great view of her tight heart shaped ass. Above her fine behind was a tattoo of a pair of plump red lips with stars shooting out from around it. Conner tore his gaze away and ran to the bathroom.

Moments after Conner shut his bathroom door, Tiffany’s eye caught something strange out of the window, like a ray of light coming through the dark night’s sky. It came right through the window and hit her square in the ass. She shot up in the bed and every inch of her bare skin trembled. She felt up and down on her body to make sure everything was there and noticed that everything felt softer. Her boobs felt a little bigger but were noticeably drooping down her pooching stomach. She saw wrinkles and veins appear on the back of her hands and became confused but suddenly felt very tired and slid back down to rest in the bed.

Moments later Conner strutted back into the bedroom and stop abruptly at the sight of the naked, wrinkled, 90 year old woman laying in his bed. Her long hair was pure white and hung limply around her head. Her face was a mass of wrinkles and he could see that she had no teeth and she snored softly in the bed, sucking in her thin withered lips still adorned with glossy pink lipstick. Her formerly impressive breasts were shriveled formless sacks. Conner thought they looks like sad deflated pancakes hanging off to either side of her chest. The old woman absent mindedly brought a trembling old hand to one and scratch the skin underneath and fondled the soft wrinkled blob for a moment and moaned softly in her sleep. Her formerly flat stomach was a wrinkled paunch with folds of old skin flapping around loosely surrounding a sparkly belly button stud that look extremely out of place on this old withered body. Her thin cellulite and varicose vein cover legs were open and he could see her incredibly old dangling pussy which was adorned with a tuft of scraggly white and gray pubic hair. Conner what shocked and baffled at how this shriveled ancient looking woman got into his bed.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Conner yelled

The old woman creakily woke up.

“Ehhhh wha- what?” She asked in a slow trembling aged voice.

“I said- who the hell are you granny?” Conner demanded

“I- my names Tiffany…” She replied not sounding so sure. She propped up her old body in bed as best as she could. Every wrinkle and sag jiggled as she did so making Conner wince. The old girl squinted her eyes under drooping eyelids and tried to make out the angry man before her.

“Who- who are you young man?” She finally asked, giving up on her failing eyesight.

“Me? I’m Conner! This is my house!” Conner replied indignant.

“C-conner? Is that you?” She asked creakily and tried again to get a good look at him.

“I knew a Conner once when I was a young girl… he was suppose to give me a foot massage that would make me o-orgasm.”

She slowly extended her bony leg outward toward him and presented her gnarled foot, which was covered in veins and age spots. She tried as best as she could to wiggled her bent arthritic toes but they were clenched inward and didn’t move much. Conner walked closer and held the wrinkled foot in his hand and looked down at it. Over the rough yellowing aged toe nails was bubblegum pink nail polish.

“Tiffany?” Conner asked dumbfounded.

“Conner! It is you! I’ve been waiting years. Are you ready to go again?” The old woman asked and slid her vibrating hand down to rub her elderly pussy.