Marc couldn't believe what he was hearing. He called out to the voice without getting a reply, "Are you crazy...? You want me to ... to ... to have SEX with one of them...?"
He went quiet and listened to the rest of The Voice's instructions, the whole while looking to one image then another than another of his family members on the big screen. He could tell that they, too, were listening to the same Voice that he was ... to the same insane instructions for incest.
When The Voice finally went quiet and the flat screen reduced its selection of pictures to one per family member, Marc suddenly realized ... that he was getting turned on by The Voice was suggesting. His dick was becoming alert, and -- not for the first time -- he was looking at the female members of his family and thinking, My God ... I'd love to finally get to fuck her.
"No, NO," he said, turning away from the big screen. "You can't do this. This is insane. It's a joke. We're getting punk'd."
"This is no joke, Marcus," The Voice suddenly said. Marcus looked around the room as is he expected to find the source of the words, but was, of course, still alone. The Voice continued, "This is very much real."
"You can't MAKE us ... you know..." Despite having fantasized often about fucking just about everyone of his female relatives, Marcus was having a hard time imagining ACTUALLY doing it. "You can't make me fuck my sister ... or my mom ... or even Cousin Anna."
"I can't MAKE you do anything you don't want to do," The Voice confirmed. "But ... you might want to think about your future before you make any rash decisions."
"My future?"
"If I understand correctly, you are considering law school next year ... Harvard. Sounds expensive. Check the contract. Read the highlighted portion."
Marc looked around the room and, on the night stand, saw the contract that each of the Robinson's had signed to get their free trip. He flipped the pages, one after another, until he came to the twelfth page. Near the middle, highlighted by a yellow marker as if The Voice had expected this exact response from him, was a paragraph:
FAILURE TO ACQUIRE THE NECESSARY POINTS WILL RESULT IN THE FAMILY PAYING THE FULL COST OF THE BAHAMA VACATION ($48,000), THE JET RENTAL ($36,500), AND THE MONTH'S RENT OF THE FILMING LOCATION ($320,000 PLUS LOCAL TAXES, EST. AT AN ADDITIONAL $13,500). IN ADDITION, THE ROBINSON FAMILY WILL BE ASSUMED TO NO LONGER BE WILLING PARTICIPANTS OF THE FILMING PRODUCTION AND WILL, THEREFORE, BE CONSIDERED TRESPASSERS AFTER A 2 HOUR GRACE PERIOD IN WHICH THEY ARE ALLOWED TO ARRANGE TRANSPORTATION AWAY FROM THE FILMING LOCATION.
Marcus's eyes had been widening as he read, and his sharp math skills had him quickly objecting with shock, "$418,000...! Are you crazy? That is my college fund, my sisters', my brother's ... hell, that's the house, too."
"You signed the contract, Marcus," was The Voice's response. Marcus tried to argue more -- even tried to negotiate, then beg -- but The Voice didn't respond to him.
He paced about the room for several minutes, trying to come up with a way out. But, he found nothing, and ultimately he found himself in front of the big screen ... staring at the images of his female family members ... and ... to his amazement ... seeing an icon blinking with the words beside it, YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED.
"Who selected me?" he wondered aloud.
The Voice returned finally, saying, "Make a selection, Marcus, and if you have selected one another, you may proceed to accumulate points ... to get on with your vacation ... to get on with your life as an Ivy League lawyer.
Marc hesitated for a long time, looking between the family members. Who would have selected him? There were five females to choose from; he had fantasized sex with each of them at some point, and now he had to wonder whether one or more of them had done the same thing with him.
He reached up to the screen and tapped his finger to it. Instantly, the words MATCHED SELECTION. PLEASE ENJOY YOURSELVES. The lock on the front door clicked open ... and it was time for Marc to have sex with... |