Joy stood up from the couch, walking closer to the rock, unable to take her eyes off of it. Her pulse rate had begun to quicken, unnoticed by Joy. Her father, stood closer to it as well, his eyes unblinking. Almost as if they were hypnotized, both continued to move slowly closer to the television, staring up at the rock on the shelf.
"Dad..." Joy said, in a voice that seemed half-awake, "Can I...touch it?"
"Sure..." responded Tom, in an equally half-awake manner, "I'll get it down for you." Tom reached up, taking the rock back down from the shelf. As he touched it, an energy seemed to surge up his arm, an energy that seemed familiar in an ancient, half-remembered sort of way. Tom felt his temperature rise as he pulled the rock down, and his heart began to hammer.
Tom found himself unable to let go of the rock, but he still held it out to his daughter. Somewhere in his mind, he knew that it was important that she touch the rock. "Go on.." he muttered, his voice sounding rather throaty and rough, "Touch it. You'll like it."
Joy reached out and touched the rock tentatively at first, but then found herself gripping it with her entire hand. "Oh...oh...OHHHHH" gasped Joy, as the energy seemed to not only travel down her arm, but into her groin. She shuddered for a moment, half-ashamed at the realization she'd not only had a small spontaneous orgasm, but it had happened in front of her father.
Tom could smell his daughter's arousal, and it had a similar effect on him, though he didn't lust for her. His mate was in the other room. On some level, Tom knew exactly what was happening, as did Joy, though whether it was racial memory, or simply a bit of observational deduction, we may never know. The important thing was that both Tom and Joy were enjoying every second of this, and were either powerless to resist, or entirely complicit in the events that were to come.
"Mother should...feel this.." Joy said, her canines slightly longer, her eyes a paler shade of blue.
"Mother should feel what?" Asked Denise, now finished in the kitchen. "That silly rock? Put that filthy thing down and go wash up for dinner. It's meatloaf night and you've got about five minutes. Joy tell your brother to get his ass down here and set the table!"
Shocked, both Tom and Joy snapped out of their trancelike states, their mild transformations quickly fading. "Okay, Mom," said Joy, heading upstairs, confused. Just what was the deal with that rock? She knew what it was five minutes ago...but now couldn't figure her obsession with it.
Tom washed his hands in the kitchen sink, still thinking about the rock. He checked his watch; it was 6:30..half an hour til the sun began to set. His memories hadn't faded like his daughter's had. He knew what he was; he remembered. He didn't care how insane it sounded. He smiled to himself, even though he was feeling rather impatient, he could wait. What he'd felt a few minutes ago wasn't even a percent of what he'd be feeling at seven. He walked over to Denise, who was busy at the oven, grabbing her ass firmly, giving her a long kiss.
"Well, what was that for?" she asked him, smiling.
Tom wasn't normally affectionate towards her at all, leading to a rather bitter relationship in the past couple of years.
"Let's just say that I'm had a great day, and I'm betting I'll have an even better night," Tom told her with a smile.