Accidental Nymph

Sex emergency during a family Christmas gathering! Based on a post by HeyAll. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. No one at the university’s research facility could have predicted that Dr. Ledgard’s machine would have the effects that it does. The human mind is still vastly unknown. While studying new treatments for bipolar mania, some partial successes did recreate some symptoms of certain mania behavior; hyper-sexuality, to be specific. It was a national security contractor who first suggested that this subtle wave frequency could help the CIA and other security agencies. That’s why General Hamilton requested an immediate promotion for the doctor, in hopes of turning the frequency machine into something that could potentially serve the country and its national security (& espionage) interests. On the doctor’s desk was a list of potential candidates for the new test project. They were all young adults, medical school graduates who understood the process and were interested in making some money. It was decided that the next candidate would need to be an attractive young female with an inquisitive mind, traditionally religious, tepid when it comes to sex, and had a large enough family. It would make the experiment more realistic if the subject had conflicts and barriers to becoming a nymphomaniac. “You’re doing us a great service,” General Hamilton said, after observing the research doctor at work. “We greatly appreciate your efforts.” Dr. Ledgard gave a soft sigh. “I’m always happy to be of service, but I think we should disclose all of the details. I don’t want a repeat of my previous mistakes.” “Just get it done.” With a lecherous grin, the General gave another look at the research documents and state-of-the-art equipment in the new lab. Then he left. Once alone, Dr. Ledgard looked through the pile of candidates again. After an hour, a decision had been reached and the report was started. Deviance Case File  0 0 2 Sara Carter: She is our next test subject, after having signed the agreements and waivers. Sara is a 29 year old medical school graduate who is currently finishing her first year of residency. Her record is clean. Her grades are top tier. No evidence of sexual promiscuity. In her younger days, she spent a lot of time with her church, for community service. Dylan Carter: He’s the younger brother. Age 21. He attends a nearby college. He’s athletic and smart. Handsome. An ideal counterpart for Sara. Julie Carter: The matriarch of the family. 51 years old. She owns a small catering business that her late husband built. Her son still lives at their family home and Sara sleeps over during the holidays. There’s been no husband/father in the picture since the cancer death of Julie’s 2nd husband, so she runs the household. From the looks of things, the mother is prim and proper. A great classic role model. She remarried when Sara was 10 years old. Julie’s first husband was a Navy pilot who died in an accident while testing a new jet. Julie then married a widower, whose first wife died in childbirth, when Dylan was born. Objective: To convert the primary test subject into a nymphomaniac. Originally, it was irrelevant whether the subject was aware or not. But now, for ethical reasons, she will be notified of the extreme consequences. When the message came from Dr. Ledgard’s office that she had been selected as a participant in the study, she jumped at the chance. Sara rushed home to tell her Mother the good news, who was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron. “Hi sweetie, don’t forget we’re caroling at the nursing home tonight, with the rest of the church choir. So, how did it go with your interview?” Mom asked, stepping out of the kitchen where she was baking homemade pizza for a family lunch. Sara beamed. “It was incredible. The lab looked like something out of a movie. Seriously. I’ve never seen anything like it before. And everyone on the research team was super nice.” “I’m so happy for you. Who knows, if they like you, maybe they’ll hire you someday.” “God, I wish,” Sara said gushingly. “Speaking of which, having you back for the holidays has had a nice effect on your brother.” “Oh yeah?” Sara  was curious about what mom meant. “He’s decided to take pre-med classes. You’ve inspired him to do some good in the world.” “Nice!” Sara celebrated. “It is. He’s a smart one, just like you.” Mom beamed with pride. Sara pondered for a moment. “You know, one of the researchers today asked me about my household. They wanted to know about my brother and home situation.” “Any reason why?” Julie seemed incredulous. “They said they’ll tell me later. It may have to do with a research project I applied for. It pays pretty good money, and right now I could use some extra cash. But it was mentioned that if Dylan wanted to be involved, then he’d be welcomed. They’ll give him a small job to make things easier. I didn’t think Dylan would be interested. If I had known, I would have said something.” Mom smiled, “He’s upstairs. You should go tell him.” “I’ll be right back.” Sara’s voice trailed off as she trotted up the stairs. Sara went up to break the good news to her brother, whose room was at the end of the hall, and she knocked on the door. With approval, Sara entered the bedroom, where her brother was playing on the Xbox. “I hear you’re setting your sights on pre-med?” Sara began. “Is that what Mom told you?” he asked. “Yeah, why? Did she speak too soon?” Sara asked? “I don’t know. I’m prepared to work hard. But it’s intimidating, to be honest.” “Here, I’ll describe one morning of my residency,” she said. “So you can get an idea of what I do.” “Sure.” “I get to the hospital early, and I check on each patient’s charts, making sure their blood pressure and oxygen saturation levels are measured, then I explain all the diagnostic procedures and therapeutic plans to both supervisors and patients. It’s like that the whole day.” “Sounds tough,” he said. “But I’ve always done well in biology and science.” “Do you want to test yourself?” Sara challenged him. “How?” Dylan asked, hitting the pause on his video game. “With a mock-female-patient to practice on. You’ll be given small tasks. Some responsibilities. Recording information, that sort of thing. Plus she’s hot.” “Really? How hot is she?” Sara winked. “You’re looking at her.” “Hmm. I’m assuming this has to do with Dr. Ledgard’s experiment.” Dylan revealed his insights. “Yeah, they mentioned a small job opening. Now that I know you’re interested, we should definitely team up.” Sara offered. He smiled, “Count me in. I’m now at your service.” The lab was in a small section of an underground facility, not far from the downtown medical campus area. It was accessed through an imposing government building guarded by soldiers  who were all-business when Sara arrived at the gate. They asked for her papers when she pulled her car to the checkpoint and, after consulting a computer in the guard shack, returned them to her and waved her through. When she parked & headed into the building, a few members of the team greeted her with smiles and showed her to the procedure room. She was asked to sit on the exam table and her vital signs were taken by a woman in green scrubs. In the other corner of the procedure room, another woman calibrated a small machine for the day’s session. Dr. Ledgard appeared after a meeting with government officials and sat down across the table from Sara. They exchanged pleasantries, then Dr. Ledgard handed her a file. “Take a moment to read that over,” the doctor said. “I wrote it myself. Everything is simple and in plain English.” Sara opened the folder and saw a typed report, which she was able to skim through. The content seemed jarring. When she turned the pages, she saw sets of pictures, featuring a young man and a mature woman engaging in all sorts of lewd sexual acts in a living room and kitchen setting. “What do you think?” Dr. Ledgard asked. “Riveting,” she blushed. “Do you believe the content of the report?” Sara searched for the most polite way to phrase her language. After all, in med school, Dr. Ledgard was the talk of campus and many of the professors. “I think it’s interesting,” she said. “I’m sure there are ways of actually making this happen, psychologically speaking.” Dr. Ledgard raised an eyebrow. “But do you think that these images are real, and that a medical device could override the inherent taboo objections, causing this ordinary mother to act in this manner towards her own son?” “Yes, it seems logical that a device could do that,” she answered. “But I also think that, you know, there might have been underlying feelings. Who knows, maybe the device merely nudged them to act on latent desires. Or maybe the device never worked at all, but the subjects thought it did. Sort of like a placebo effect that caused them to act on their desires.” “Interesting,” the doctor noted before pushing on. “Ms. Carter, I’m going to be blunt with you. Have you ever fantasized about your younger brother, Dylan?” Sara was aghast. “No, never.” “How about your mother, Julie? Have you ever had deviant thoughts about her?” “No, absolutely not.” Sara blurted, with a nervous chuckle. “Do you believe that this machine can create a powerful, magnetic sexual attraction between you and a member of your family? Much like the mom/son in the photos.” With an inquisitive eye, she sifted through the photos again. The people in the photos had what appears to be passionate sex, had equally as rough oral sex, and if Sara was seeing things correctly, the male subject was ejaculating in the mother’s food, then she happily ate. “Honestly,” she said. “I’m not completely sure. I still think there was possibly mutual attraction before the experiment. But I doubt it happened out of thin air.” “I appreciate your honesty. And I enjoy your skepticism. You’re a smart and independent thinker. That’s partially why I’ve chosen you.” She blushed. “Thank you, Dr. Ledgard.” “Are you still interested in participating in the study? And what does your schedule look like for the next week or two? "Yes, of course I’m interested. And my family has a big holiday gathering in a few days, other than that, I’m just doing my residency routine and spending time with my immediate family?” “I am going to amplify the power of the frequency today,” the doctor said. “Okay.” “Then we’ll see what sorts of attractions you have for your brother, or your mother.” Sara gasped. “I’m certainly not attracted to either of them. That’s basically incest. It’s gross.” “I’m glad you feel that way. We need to test the machine to know whether the previous experiment was a fluke or not.” “What, umm; are the chances?” she asked. “That I’ll,.” “Become a nymphomaniac?” Mr. Ledgard finished her nervous concerns. Sara felt her cheeks warm. “Yes.” “That’s what we’re hoping to find out. After a week or two, we’d like to administer a polygraph test to see if you’ve committed sexual acts with any member of your home.” “Oh god.” Sara gasped at the notions. “I understand your frustration,” Dr. Ledgard said. “Which is why we’re going to increase your compensation. You’ll be rewarded even further, financially speaking. I’ll provide glowing job referrals for you. And I will personally recommend you for any internship or job opening in this department, should you wish.” It was the news Sara had been hoping for. Her future flashed before her eyes. If everything went well, she’d have a bright career ahead of her. “That sounds amazing,” she said. “It does. Who knows, the side effects might be nothing. The other experiment could have been a fluke. If you do exhibit nymphomaniac tendencies with your family, we can fix it in our lab. That should provide you with some sense of safety.” “So if anything goes wrong, assuming this machine does what you’re suggesting, then I can come right back and have it undone, right?” Dr. Ledgard paused. “It would be addressed.” A slight sense of panic was setting into Sara’s psyche. If this machine had worked the way the doctor suggested, then she could be in for a real problem. Sara never doubted her own resolve on moral conduct. But then again, it did sound outlandish and crazy, and the reward for participating was fantastic. “I can do that,” she said. “You’ve also mentioned that your brother Dylan wants a job with us, for experience. I think that’s a great idea. He’ll be tasked with keeping track of your vitals, for brain waves and heart activity. He’ll send us a daily report on the findings. Since you’ll be home for the holidays with him and your mother, all of the daily monitoring can be done without leaving the house.” She smiled, ”He’s going to be thrilled.“ "Then we’ll begin right away.” Dr. Ledgard said with eager resolve. With the questioning over, Dr. Ledgard stepped away from the desk and the researchers hooked wires to Sara’s face and body. A small, advanced looking device was carted over to them, and a small antenna was pointed straight toward her head. The exam room’s cameras were confirmed to be recording the procedures. “Initiation in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,” Dr. Ledgard counted. “The subject Sara Carter exposed to the device emissions on December 20, at 10:23 a.m.” The machine was activated. When it made a low, humming noise, Sara wondered if she had just made the biggest mistake of her life. An hour later, Dylan met with Dr. Ledgard’s staff and accepted a research contract. He was trained on the equipment and the reporting format. Then left to meet his sister at home. At home that afternoon; Sara sat by the desk in Dylan’s bedroom and her brother recorded all the latest updates. The device was small and could attach wired pads to her body, keeping track of her vital signs and brain functions throughout the day. Dylan was completing his second status check. This family arrangement was perfect. It not only provided convenient clinical monitoring at home, but also provided the strategic opportunity for a brother & sister to interact in a private setting. “Everything seems fine,” Dylan said, jotting the numbers down in a notepad. “You’re quite the researcher now,” she smiled. He smiled back. “This is easy stuff. And there’s one thing I thought was interesting. I’ve been meaning to ask you about it.” “Yes?” Sara looked at her brother. “Your heart rate and hormones seem to change at random points. At first I assumed it was your workouts, but when I looked closer, that didn’t seem to be the case. Feel anything weird?” After a moment to think, Sara realized the device recorded her recent flairs of intense sexual thoughts. But of course, she could never tell her brother that. “Well, you know,” she said. "Women work differently than men. We have different problems and issues, if you know what I’m hinting at.” The ambiguous excuse seemed to have worked. Dylan backed off. “Oh, okay. Got it.” “I should have given you some notice about that, but it was kind of embarrassing and I didn’t think it would show up on the device.” “It’s advanced,” Dylan pointed out. “Now let’s get this thing back on you. Lift up your shirt a little.” These moments were always a roll of the dice. Sara never knew what to expect with her own feelings whenever she lifted her t-shirt. Sometimes it would be fine, since Dylan had seen her in a bikini before. Other times, there’d be internal chaos. When she lifted her t-shirt to expose her stomach and the lower side of her bra, things went haywire. She suppressed the feelings the best she could and tried to act natural, even though her heart rate was spiking. Sara’s thoughts went into a frenzy; ‘God, he’s looking at my body. I wonder if he wants to rip off my bra and suck my nipples. My cunt is getting wet. I wonder if he can smell my aromas.’ Everything seemed normal on Dylan’s end, as he strapped the device to her side and taped the wired pads to her body. She looked at him attentively, staring deeply at him while he worked. Had he noticed? He lifted his gaze, looking at her. “Yes?” “Nothing,” she said, quickly looking away. When the pads touched her body, and Dylan’s fingers grazed her skin, Sara felt like she could have had an orgasm right then and there! 'God, why did I have to wear a bra?’ a thought popped into her mind. 'I want him to see how hard my nipples are. I want him to suck on them. I could cum so fucking hard right now.’ She glanced at her brother again, who was doing his job. Her cunt felt swollen, just like her nipples. She needed; something, anything from him. In a few more seconds, she’d have enough courage to yank her bra and say, 'Just fucking suck on my tits already. Then bend me over your desk and fuck me from behind!’ It was about to happen, but sadly for her, Dylan pulled her T-shirt down. “All done,” he said. “You’re free to leave my office. The next appointment is tonight at 8 pm. Don’t be late.” She played it cool. “Five stars on Yelp. Plus a good review. See you tonight.” When she got up and left Dylan’s bedroom, she wondered how she could survive the rest of the week. How she prayed Dr. Ledgard could reverse this. At the moment, there was only one other person she could confide in. Mom was in the living room preparing for the big holiday party tomorrow. She was in the middle of arranging the furniture and had already finished with the decorations. “Lovely, isn’t it?” Mom said, referring to the festive décor. Sara looked everything over. “It’s amazing. I’m excited for tomorrow.” “You should be. I received some fantastic news a moment ago. Some of your distant Aun