First corruption

The next day, Henry anticipated and entered Owen's body before he even woke up. When Owen finally woke up, he was still excited from the memories of the night before the images of his half-naked daughters were still in his mind. Soon after that, he called his wife for sex, which for some strange reason she accepted. Owen had fierce and very pleasurable sex.

Henry also noticed something. After so much time occupying Owen's body, Henry and Owen gradually became the same person.

What this meant was that Henry now had more control over Owen's body, like a true possession. When he was in the mind, he could control his movements, his speech. It was no different if he were Owen. Their thoughts were shared.

What Owen thought was what Henry thought and what Henry thought, Owen also thought. This only broke after he separated from the body. But of course, despite having the mind united, the dominant part was Henry. Apart from a few small lapses. Henry was in complete control

Henry directed Owen to the bathroom, where he could hear the shower running. Using a bit of his own light, he directed her through the door. Sarah was in the shower. Without hesitation, Owen knocked on the bathroom door.

"Come in, Dad!" Sarah's voice sounded naturally from behind the door.

Owen walked in, finding his oldest daughter completely naked under the shower. The water ran down her young body, but she made no move to cover herself. She continued her bath as normal, applying soap to her body as if her father's presence was the most natural thing in the world.

"Good morning, Dad," she smiled, turning to face him as she soaped her breasts. "Did you sleep well?"

Henry felt Owen struggle internally against the sight, but he kept a firm control over his body, forcing him to stay there, observing every detail of his daughter's naked body.

"I did, honey," Owen replied, his Henry-controlled voice sounding casual as his eyes roamed over Sarah's wet, naked body. "I just came to brush my teeth."

"Okay," Sarah replied matter-of-factly, turning her back to continue soaping herself. The water ran down her back, down to her round ass. "How was work yesterday? Is Amanda still causing problems?"

Henry made Owen approach the sink, picking up his toothbrush while keeping his eyes fixed on his daughter's reflection in the mirror. "No, things are calmer now."

Sarah tilted her head back, letting the water run down her hair. "That's good. That woman seemed a little crazy sometimes," she commented casually, running her hands over her body to remove the soap.

Owen/Henry began brushing her teeth, taking advantage of the position to observe his daughter's every move. Sarah continued her bath without any embarrassment, sometimes even looking at her father as they talked about everyday matters.

"Dad, can you pass me that conditioner over there?" she pointed to a bottle on the shelf.

"Sure, honey," Owen replied, handing the conditioner into her hands. His fingers brushed lightly against hers, sending a shiver down her spine.

Sarah applied the conditioner to her hair and then, as if it were something completely normal, made her unexpected request: "Dad, since you're here, I'm going to need your help. I'm hairy down here and I need you to help me get it out."

Henry felt Owen freeze internally, a mixture of shock and excitement coursing through his body. He kept his grip firm, forcing Owen to maintain his composure as Sarah grabbed a razor and shaving cream from the cabinet.

"It's just that I can't see clearly in some places," she continued casually, spreading her legs and propping one foot on the edge of the tub. "And I need to get smooth. Can you help me?"

Owen swallowed hard, his hands shaking slightly as he took the razor his daughter held out to him. Henry smiled inwardly—the situation had escalated far beyond his initial expectations.

"S-sure, honey," he replied, moving closer as Sarah applied the shaving cream to his exposed private part.

Owen, guided by Henry, moved closer to his daughter who stood with her leg propped up on the edge of the tub, her private part completely exposed and covered in shaving cream.

"Start here," Sarah pointed to the inside of her thigh, near her groin. "Gotta be careful, okay?"

Owen's hands shook slightly as he positioned the razor. Henry kept a firm grip, making it glide smoothly over the delicate skin. Sarah sighed softly when she felt the touch.

"That's right, Dad," she encouraged, spreading her legs a little wider. "Now go up slowly."

Owen continued the movement, removing the hair carefully. Each stroke of the razor revealed more of Sarah's smooth, pink skin. The water from the shower continued to fall, washing away the cream and hair.

"You need to do it right here too," Sarah said without hesitation, using her fingers to better expose her intimacy. "It's the hardest part to do alone."

Henry felt Owen's member stiffen completely as he brought the razor closer to his daughter's most sensitive area. Sarah's breathing became heavier when she felt the cold touch of the blade.

With his hands getting firmer and firmer, Owen continued to slide the razor over his daughter's exposed intimacy. Sarah occasionally let out small sighs as the razor passed over more sensitive areas.

"Hmm... you're doing it right, Dad," she murmured, her fingers still holding her lips open for easy access. "Just be careful up here," she indicated her swollen clit.

Owen swallowed hard, his cock throbbing inside his pants as he gently shaved the indicated area. Sarah shivered slightly as the razor passed over her sensitive bud.

"Now you need to do it behind too," she said matter-of-factly, turning and leaning forward, bracing her hands on the wall. Water ran down her back as she arched her hips. "There are some hairs here that I never get to properly."

Henry kept Owen fully focused on the task at hand, watching as his daughter exposed herself more and more. The razor slid between her buttocks, making Sarah moan softly as it passed close to her entrance.

"Like this... really slowly," she instructed, her voice growing more sensual.

Owen watched mesmerized as Sarah used both hands to spread her buttocks, completely exposing her pink anus surrounded by a few fine hairs.

"Here, daddy, you need to take it all off," she said without any shame, keeping her ass wide open. "You have to do it slowly so you don't hurt it."

Henry guided Owen's hand with the razor, gliding it gently around Sarah's tight asshole. She shivered when she felt the cool blade so close to her virgin entrance.

"Hmm... that's it," she sighed, pushing herself up even more. "Get it really close, it should be nice and smooth."

Owen breathed heavily as he removed every hair around his daughter's anus. His cock throbbed painfully inside his pants as he watched that untouched entrance twitch slightly with each touch of the razor.

"Almost done," Sarah murmured, spreading her ass cheeks even wider. "Just right here," she indicated the area right around her asshole.

With extreme care, Owen ran the razor around Sarah's throbbing anus, removing the last of the hairs. His eyes fixed on that virgin entrance that twitched with each touch. 

"That's perfect, Dad," Sarah whispered, still holding her ass wide open. "Now you just need to run your hand over it to see if there's anything left."

Henry felt Owen hesitate for a moment, but he guided his hand to the freshly shaved area. His fingers slid gently over the sensitive skin, checking to see if there was any hair left. Sarah let out a low moan when she felt her father's direct touch on her asshole.

"Hmm... it's so smooth," she murmured, pushing lightly against his fingers. "You can check it properly, Dad... sometimes there's a little hair that we don't see."

Owen's fingers continued exploring the area, circling Sarah's tight anus as she kept her buttocks wide apart. The hot water from the shower continued to fall on them, making everything even more intense.

"I think you need to apply some cream now so it doesn't get irritated," Sarah said . "There's a little tube in the cabinet..."

Owen grabbed the moisturizer from the cabinet with shaking hands. Sarah remained in the same position, keeping her ass wide open, her pink asshole fully exposed.

"You have to put it on a lot, Dad," she instructed, her voice soft. "Your skin is sensitive after you shave."

Henry had Owen put a generous amount of cream on his fingers. When he began to spread it around Sarah's anus, she let out a louder moan.

"Hmm... that's it... real slow," she whispered, pushing against her father's fingers. "You can put it on everywhere you shaved... including here in the front."

Owen slid his cream-covered fingers over his daughter's shaved pussy, feeling how warm and wet it was and it wasn't just from the shower water. Sarah began to gently grind.

"That's it, Dad... massage it in nicely," she moaned softly. "You need to spread it out properly so it doesn't irritate you later..."

Owen's middle finger circled Sarah's tight asshole, occasionally pressing lightly against her virgin entrance as she continued to move against his hand.

While one hand continued to massage Sarah's asshole, Owen slid his other hand forward, spreading the cream across her freshly shaved pussy. When his fingers found her swollen clit, Sarah gasped loudly.

"Ahh daddy... there..." she moaned, her legs shaking slightly. "That feels so good..."

Owen began to make circular motions on the sensitive bud, making Sarah moan louder and louder. Her entire body shuddered with each touch.

"Don't stop... please," she begged, pushing against his fingers. "It feels so good... I've never felt this way before..."

Henry kept Owen completely focused on pleasuring his daughter, his fingers working on both entrances, one lightly pressing her asshole while the other massaged her clit more intensely.

"Dad... I'm... something's wrong... ahhhh!" Sarah began to shake violently, her first orgasm hitting her full force. Her moans echoed through the bathroom as she came on her father's fingers.

"Thanks, Dad, now I'm smooth," Sarah said casually, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She turned off the shower and grabbed the towel, drying herself naturally in front of him. "You're much better at this than I am."

She wrapped the towel around her body and left the bathroom, leaving Owen still dazed, his cock painfully hard inside his pants. Henry could feel Owen's confusion, excitement mixed with guilt over what had just happened to his own daughter.

"I'm going to change!" Sarah called from the hallway, her voice sounding perfectly normal and carefree. Henry smiled inwardly. The barrier had been completely broken. What had started as a simple shower had escalated into something much more intimate, and Sarah acted as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a father to help his daughter in this way. 

Owen stood in the bathroom, his hands still damp and smelling of the lotion, trying to process what had just happened while Henry kept a firm grip on his thoughts and actions.

Henry felt the energy flow through him like a powerful electric current. It was unlike anything he had experienced before more intense, more potent. His own light pulsed and shone with renewed strength.

Looking at the light above Sarah, he noticed that it had dimmed slightly about 1% less than before. Even this small reduction represented more energy than anything he had ever achieved with Amanda or Owen's wife combined.

The conclusion was clear: the greater the taboo, the deeper the corruption, the more powerful the energy he received. The system clearly favored forbidden acts, and the more intimate the original relationship, the greater the reward for its corruption.

The small act in the bathroom had been just the beginning, but it already demonstrated the potential that existed.

If simply helping Sarah shave and making her orgasm on her father's fingers yielded so much energy, Henry could only imagine what more intense acts could provide. 

Inside Owen's body, he began to plan his next steps. Jessica had not yet awakened, and her light shone as brightly as her sister's.

Henry, still in Owen's body, decided to try a different approach with Jessica. He noticed that the younger girl had just woken up and was in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

Using some of his own light, now stronger after the incident with Sarah, Henry made Jessica's body react differently. Instead of warmth, she began to feel a strange tingling sensation between her legs as she prepared her cereal.

"Good morning, Dad," Jessica said, shifting uncomfortably in her chair as she ate. The sensation only grew, making her blush slightly.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" Owen asked, noticing her discomfort.

"I... I feel something strange," she admitted, biting her lip. "It's like... I can't really explain it."

Henry watched the bright white light above her, knowing that a new kind of corruption was about to begin. The tingling was making Jessica increasingly restless, her breathing starting to become irregular as she tried to make sense of the new sensations her body was experiencing.

"Dad... I think I need your help," she whispered, her cheeks completely red.

"Dad... it's really itchy," Jessica mumbled, shifting restlessly as she tried to keep stirring the pot on the stove. "And I can't leave it here or it'll burn."

Owen approached, guided by Henry. "Where does it itch, daughter?"

"Here...", she whispered, blushing deeply. "Between your legs... it's so unbearable."

"Do you want daddy to scratch it for you?", Owen asked, his voice hoarse.

Jessica just nodded, continuing to stir the contents of the pan. Owen slid his hand inside her thin pajama shorts, finding her already damp intimacy through her panties.

"Hmm... like this?", he asked, starting to massage gently.

"That's... right there", Jessica moaned softly, pushing against her father's hand as she tried to focus on the stove. "Don't stop... it feels so good..."

Owen continued massaging, his fingers finding her clit through the thin fabric of her panties. Jessica began to moan louder, her legs shaking slightly.

"Daughter, you're hairy here too", Owen commented, his fingers feeling the hair through her panties as he continued to "scratch".

"Ahh... yeah... it really is", Jessica moaned, still focused on not letting the food burn. "Harder daddy... scratch harder..."

Owen intensified his movements, his fingers now pushing aside her panties to touch directly on Jessica's hairy intimacy. She gasped when she felt the direct contact.

"Is that better?", he asked, sliding his fingers between her wet lips.

"Hmm... yes...", she gasped, her legs spreading wider to make it easier for him to access her. "Keep going... the itch is getting worse..."

Owen's fingers explored more and more, alternating between "scratching" her hair and massaging her swollen clitoris. Jessica could barely concentrate on the stove, her hips moving involuntarily against her father's hand.

"Dad... it's so... ahh...", she moaned, feeling sensations she had never experienced before. "Don't stop... please..."

"Daughter, I think you better turn off the heat," Owen whispered, his fingers still working on Jessica's wet intimacy. "You can't concentrate..."

With her legs shaking, Jessica managed to turn off the stove. Immediately, Owen intensified his movements, making her moan louder.

"Dad... that's it... itches harder," she begged, now free to lean on the kitchen counter. "It feels so good..."

Owen slid a finger inside her while his thumb continued massaging her clitoris. Jessica gasped at the new sensation, her virgin body clenching the invading finger.

"Ahh... that feels different," she gasped, pushing against his hand. "More... I need more..."

Owen inserted a second finger, moving it back and forth as he continued to stimulate her sensitive bud. Jessica began to tremble, feeling her first orgasm approaching.

"Dad... there's something... I'm going to... AHHH!" she cried out, her entire body convulsing with pleasure as she came on her father's fingers.

Just like Sarah, Henry felt an intense wave of energy flow into him as Jessica reached orgasm. Her light also dimmed slightly, but it still remained strong and bright.

Jessica was breathing heavily, her legs still shaking as she recovered from the intense orgasm.

"Wow, Dad... the itch is gone," she said innocently, as if this were perfectly normal.

"Thank you."

Owen pulled his fingers out of her, wet with her fluids. Jessica adjusted her panties and shorts as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"I think I need to take a shower before I finish my coffee," she said casually.

Henry smiled inwardly. The plan was working perfectly and both sisters now saw their father's intimate touches as something natural. The corruption was progressing faster than he had expected.

Henry decided it was time to test the results on his own body. The energy he had received from the two sisters was significantly greater than anything he had achieved so far. Besides, he needed to give Owen some time to process the morning's events, the more natural the progression seemed, the better it would be for his plans.

Before leaving Owen's body, Henry planted some subtle commands in his subconscious: memories of the events as if they were perfectly normal, as well as the desire to repeat those experiences with his daughters.

Leaving Owen's body, Henry felt the difference immediately. The energy he had collected was much more potent than the previous ones while the acts with Amanda and Owen's wife had barely given him the strength to move a finger, the corruption of his daughters promised more significant results.

Floating back home, Henry was eager to find out how much real progress he had made. The girls' energy had a different quality—more intense, more alive. It made sense, since the corruption of the father-daughter bond was a far greater taboo than simple marital betrayal.

Arriving in his room, where Celeste was watching over him as always, Henry returned to his physical body, eager to test his new abilities.

Back in his body, Henry concentrated. The first thing he noticed was a different sensation—the tingling in his index finger was more intense than before. With effort, he managed to move it more steadily than he had in his previous attempts.

Celeste, who was tidying the room, noticed the movement immediately. "Henry! You're moving more!" she exclaimed, approaching the bed. 

Henry tried to move other fingers, but found that he still didn't have enough strength. It was frustrating, even with all the energy collected from his sisters, he was still making little progress. However, it was undeniable that more taboo acts generated more power. 

He did the math in his head: if just a few intimate caresses with Owen's daughters had already yielded more results than a week of sex with Amanda and her wife, then more intense acts could generate enough energy to regain significant movement. 

While Celeste excitedly examined his more mobile finger, Henry was already planning his next visit to Owen's house. It was time to raise the level of corruption—the deeper it went, the greater the energy it would generate. 

Celeste's purple light continued to shine brightly above her, a mystery that Henry had yet to unravel. But for now, his focus was on Owen and his daughters.