NOTE: I've accidentally made Don the father and Paul the oldest, rather than vice-versa. To heck with it.
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Ishtar and Brett went to the kitchen, still covered with the fluids of sex. Ishtar still wore the red lingerie and her consort was completely naked. Back in the master bedroom, little Dawn the Foxgirl, suffering from mental and emotional shock and a ferocious shagging, lay in a pool of sex fluids, panting and helpless.
As they passed the hall closet, Ishtar remembered. "Oh yes, your brother Bryan is still in here. Shall I make him a slave, too, dearest?"
"Yeah," Brett said hungrily, remembering the years of abouse he suffered while Bryan ignored his very existence. "I wanna see him crawl."
"That's a sweet vengeful love," she said, ruffling his hair. "Now, let's do this right." She put a hand flat on the closet door. "First I become his horniest sexual desire - the sex object he can't refuse."
She willed her power to work and she changed into ... Brett.
Or rather, a Brett with normal-sized genitals, wearing the red lingerie, a blonde shoulder-length wig, and thick makeup, including whore-red lipstick.
"Get me a mirror," Ishtar said, and a wide-eyed Brett went to the bathroom and returned with a handheld mirror. "Well-well. I think I see why he's been avoiding you, lover. You're just too damn sexy to resist. He's in the closet in more ways than one. He's probably been wanting to fuck you since his balls dropped." Ishtar removed the corset and panties, remaining in the red staockings and garters. She gave Brett some super-strength and smiled at him. "Let's give him more than he can handle. Now, let's force him out of the closet." They both laughed at the pun.