6 comments/ 145754 views/ 35 favorites Black Magick Ch. 01 By: Lady Malachite Nick stood outside his sister's window, watching her suck off some random guy. It was getting to be almost too much. Ever since her birthday party two weeks ago, when the exchange student from Rome had given her that creepy-looking book labeled "Black Magick," she'd taken to experimenting with any guy she could get a hold of, and with the body she had, Nick knew she could have anyone. Her breasts were large but firm and appeared soft to the touch, with perk little nipples that seemed to scream to be sucked. Looking at her naked in the window now made Nick hornier than he had ever been, but he tried to hide this fact so carefully that even he himself would not realize it. It was his sister Elisabeth, for Christ's sake! His sister, who he took the bus to school with every day. The sister who he had to wait an hour outside the door of the bathroom for every morning. He wasn't standing outside her window in order to gawk at her, even though his fly was undone and he couldn't help stroking his cock through his underwear. He was outside because he was worried about her. It wasn't healthy to have sex with so many people. He had been pretty sure she was a virgin only a couple of weeks ago. One of the boys at a party had suggested playing a kissing game and she turned bright red and fled the room. Nick found her in her bedroom crying into her pillow. It had taken a lot of work to get her to return to the party. Elisabeth swirled her tongue around the head of the boy's cock, gently nibbling on its soft underside, making him moan. He didn't look very experienced and probably wouldn't hold out much longer, Nick thought. Nick's entire hand slipped under the elastic band of his underwear. He rubbed himself quickly, all the time pretending to himself that he would never do such a thing. Elisabeth sat up and her breasts bounced slightly. Nick moaned through his teeth and continued watching. Her pussy came into view for a brief moment, all pink and juicy, like a morning rose, covered in delicate strands of red hair, and then it disappeared again, covered by her leg. Her lips parted and the cock began to slowly disappear into her sweet little mouth. Inch by inch, she took in the whole thing, all the way up to the base, so that the boy's coarse brown pubic hair rubbed against her angelic little turned-up nose. Nick whimpered more loudly. He was having difficulty keeping up his pretence under his own desperate urge to cum, and through he told his fingers to stop, they would not obey and continued to mercilessly pleasure him. The more they tried to rob him of his pretext, the more he clung to it, begging his lust-raked brain to think chaste thoughts about his beloved sister, whose head bobbed up and down, her soft pink lips parted, encompassing and expelling the sizable member she was so expertly toying with. Nick's cock was on fire. Each touch sent little shocks through his body. He began to twitch and writhe, still standing half-concealed behind the apple tree. Elisabeth bobbed down one more time and then pulled free, cum dripping from the corners of her mouth. She lazily wiped it with her fingers and drew little circles around her nipples with the excess. She swallowed the load with one big gulp and then threw the boy from her room. When he departed, she turned and looked at the apple tree. She was still naked, and the way the light shone on her to emphasize her breasts and the curves of her hips seemed somehow almost demonic. Her eyes seemed to catch Nick fixed on the spot. Cum issued from his cock as though shot out of a handgun, messing up his clean white underwear. Elisabeth smiled, and covering herself with a small towel, left Nick standing alone in the yard, cum dripping down through the elastic and into his pants. Nick knew he had no time to sneak into the house and clean up because his father had called him this morning from New York and insisted that he have the lawn mowed before lunch. The whole morning, while Nick mowed the lawn, he though about what had happened. Had Elisabeth really seen him standing outside her window, or had it all been his imagination? Elisabeth wouldn't understand that he wasn't interested in her sexually. She'd get confused, maybe hurt. He hadn't been standing outside her window because he was a pervert, but because he was honestly worried, and no matter what tricks his naughty fingers had played on him, he wasn't going to forget that he was out to protect his sister. When the family sat down to lunch, Elisabeth was wearing a little cotton dress that ended three inches below her butt. Nick didn't know where she had bought it, but it was much shorter and much kinkier than anything Elisabeth had worn to the table yet. It was pink and had ruffles along the neck and sleeves, and was adorned with little pockets that covered Elisabeth's breasts. It was more like the sort of thing a little girl would wear than a grown woman, and that, rather than anything about the length or the cut, made it look so obscene on his sister's womanly body. Their mother, Susan, yelled at Elisabeth that it wasn't proper clothing for a family lunch, but Elisabeth explained that she would either wear the dress or nothing at all, and so Susan gave in and let her wear the obscene outfit. Nick couldn't take his eyes off of it. The dress was so short, it gave him the impression that he would see her panties if she ever moved wrong, and yet she didn't take any special care to keep herself covered up. She sat with her legs spread wide apart, eating her food with apparent satisfaction. She took second and third helpings, oblivious to ideas of watching her waist line. Nick felt his cock swell in his pants. Elisabeth was sitting facing him, and he was desperate for a chance to peer under the table and see what color panties she was wearing. He once had a pair of bright red lacy ones that made him drool to think about. He had stolen them out of the laundry basket a month ago and hid them under his pillow, since he liked looking at them so much. But his mother had found them when she changed his bed sheets, turned redder than the hue of the lace, and grounded him for a week. Nick would never let himself so much as think of it, but the smell of the panties alone had been worth it. He struggled to focus on his food and not on what was between his sister's legs. This was hard to do, because every time she opened her mouth to take another helping, he could not help but see her lips parted by the boy's cock. Every time she shifted her weight, he would remember the way her breasts looked when they moved. It was almost more than he could bear. "What's wrong with you?" his mother asked. He shot up in his seat. He couldn't believe his mother had managed to get behind him. For a horrible moment, he thought for sure she had seen the bulge in his pants and was about to confront him about it, but the moment passed and his mother continued, "you're hardly touching your food. Look how much your sister is eating, and she's already finished her growth spurt!" This harmless statement acted to remind Nick of the time when his sister first began to grow breasts, and he blushed deep red and tried hard to concentrate on forking the tomato on his plate. He thrust three times, but each time he missed and the fork hit the enamel. Finally he succeeded, but in his earnestness, he pushed too hard and the tomato erupted with such force that seeds flew across the table and landed on his sister's face and breasts. He watched in wretched suspense as a large piece of tomato began to roll down Elisabeth's cheek onto her chin and then drip slowly onto the table. Elisabeth sat still for a moment as though dazed, her finger slowly rising to touch the spot on the check where the tomato landed. Then, suddenly, all at once, she jumped from her seat and ran to wash her dress in the sink. Nick's mother rushed off to get a clean rag, and Nick was treated to the sight of his sister bending over the kitchen counter. With a massive shock, Nick realized that she wasn't wearing any panties at all, that what was in front of his eyes was his sister's ass, naked for all the world to see. Seeing her so unguarded, he felt the desperate urge to cover her, to keep her protected against her own childish innocence. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. His body was glued to his seat by the shock of seeing her bare skin. His mouth hung open. Nick couldn't subject her to the embarrassment of knowing that he had seen her bare flesh, and he couldn't stand the feeling that flooded through him when he saw her. He felt like he owned every inch of flesh he could see. There was music in the curve of her buttocks and in the line that so gracefully carved it in two. She shifted her weight a little, and her pussy opened to him like a flower, its juices shining in the artificial light of the kitchen The red hair that was there that morning was gone, leaving the soft shape of her lips bare to his perusal. Nick felt his cock tense, and his balls unleashed yet another load of hot, sticky cum to humiliate him. He swore that after lunch, he would finally take a shower and change his cum-encrusted underwear. He tried imagining his shower, the hot water flowing over his wracked body, the soap washing all the dirt away, anything to distract himself from thoughts of his younger sister. But to his infinite embarrassment, his cock swelled to hardness again, and he could not tear his eyes off of Elisabeth's creamy white skin. Oh how he wanted to feel that smoothness with his tongue, to feel it give way to him. He desperately wanted to let his tongue slide along the slit of her pussy, sucking in the warmth and juices that flowed from the soft pink flesh. His cock became impossibly hard, struggling against the fabric of his jeans. He tried to jerk his head away to think about something else, anything else, but it was no use. He was bewitched and his mind and body were no longer his own. Suddenly, the mother, who had just come back into the room, let out a high-pitched scream and ran to Elisabeth, carrying an old rag that was once Elisabeth's blue baby blanket. As though possessed, she forcibly wrapped the rag around Elisabeth's waist, hiding her from Nick's view. Nick sighed and returned to picking at his food. It was somehow easier to ignore his sister now that their mother was there. "Elisabeth Maria Stuart, what has happened to your brain?" Susan exclaimed. "Can you be so careless about modesty to display yourself in such a manner in my kitchen? You're lucky you've only exposed yourself to family! No one in this house would dare to think anything shameless about you, but if you managed to behave that way in public, a man would have his hands on you in a second, and it would serve you right for acting like a common slut! Go to your room right this moment and think about what you've done! And while you're in there, change into something more proper and leave that thing you're wearing in the clothes hamper, I'll wash it for you. Though honestly, I don't know why you'd wear such childish clothing. You're a grown woman and should behave like one." Elisabeth turned, glared at her mother with a look that could have melted an iceberg and stomped out of the kitchen. Susan shook her head and began to lecture Nick on how he ought to be looking out for his sister better. Nick blushed profusely and excused himself, explaining that he wanted to take a shower before starting his homework. He kept his hands in front of his crotch as he walked to hide his insatiable erection. The hall bathroom was between Elisabeth's and Nick's bedrooms, and as Nick approached it, he saw his sister open the door to her bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks. The little pink dress was gone and Elisabeth was walking around completely naked. Even her back was sexy, her skin was so soft and delicate and the muscles underneath appeared to be carved out of marble. The curve of her shoulder blades sinisterly directed his eyes to the indentation in her back which marked her delicate spine and ran its course down her luminous body, parting her round, perfect butt cheeks. Nick gulped nervously, his sweaty hand gripping the metal handle of the bathroom door, unable to move, completely transfixed. "Enjoy your shower," Elisabeth said without inflection, closing the door behind her. For a full minute, Nick stood there, his feet stuck to the brown hallway carpet, unable to get the picture of his sister's naked body out of his head. For a moment, it felt as though his body had turned into stone and he would be destined to stand there, his hand on the doorknob and a supernaturally large lump in his pants, a monument to his sick perversion, but then he heard the back door slam shut. Nick involuntarily jumped and the spell was broken. His hand turned to manipulate the metal in his hand. He stepped into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind him. The little pink dress was in the clothes hamper, and he found himself fingering it affectionately. Then, catching himself, he pulled his hand away as though something had burned him. He fell to the ground in a heap, no longer able to support the weight of his own body. "What a terrible brother I am!" he thought to himself. This thought was like a hot metal prod, burning a hole in his once proud flesh. "I'm supposed to be protecting my sister, not drooling over her sexy body! What's wrong with me? Why don't I have control over my own thoughts? I should be stronger than this! I can't give in to this wicked temptation! Something horrible is happening to my little sister, and it's my responsibility to help her!" The hot prodding subsided and the lump in his pants began to wither down to its more usual size. After a couple of minutes, Nick has regained enough composure to push himself to standing. But as he began removing his clothing and his hands began to move to unbutton his shirt and unzip his pants, the desire swelled again and the cock he pulled free of his white, cum-stained underwear was rock-hard. "Shit!" he said, turning on the cold water. He stepped under the cold spray, feeling both numb and more sensitive and full of life than he had ever been before. The water dripped off his back, hit the porcelain tub and ran down the drain counterclockwise, but it did nothing to quench the fiery passion that coursed through him. His cock would not go limp and he could find no peace except in the image of his sister's naked body and soft pink pussy. Nick rubbed the soap into his skin, trying hard not to touch his penis too much as he washed the dried cum from his member, but the moment he felt the gentle tingle of his fingertips, he knew he would surrender the power of his desire. He was hooked on the sensation and his fingers refused to leave the area alone. The soap stung the sensitive head of his penis and his fingers twitched. Nick closed his eyes to feel the sensation better. His hand encircled his cock and he began to pump it. Once, twice, three times. He thought he heard the door open, but it must have been his imagination. He was positive he had remembered to lock it. Four times, five. His cock swelled even larger, he began to feel his balls churn. Wouldn't it be wonderful if the sound had been Elisabeth deciding to join him in the shower? Imagine the water dripping off those perk little nipples, the soap pooling between her breasts, making a soft film over her cleavage. Would she let him wash her back? Would she let him touch her butt? Would she let him drink the little droplets that clung to her nipples? Could he convince her to touch his cock? Oh, it would be heaven to feel her fingers messaging him! He remembered the look of her sweet lips parted around the stranger's cock this morning, and for just a moment in his mind he replaced the boy's cock with his own. Nick couldn't hold back any longer. His balls tightened and a load of cum shot out of his cock, landing on the blue shower tile above the faucet. He swore quietly and stepped out of the bathtub, opening the counter to grab a spray bottle and a sponge to clean up the mess. His mom would go ballistic if she found sperm in the bathtub, and Nick was sure she was very observant of any stains. He sprayed the cleaning agent on the cum trail and then wiped it up with the wet sponge. He washed the sponge out three times to make sure to get rid of incriminating evidence, and then he decided it was time to dry himself off and start his homework. His towel was gone! Oh well, he was distracted when he turned on the water, maybe he'd messed up and left his towel in the clothes hamper. But the hamper was gone! Shit! And he'd forgotten to wash out his underwear! He didn't want his mom to find that! What would she think?! Would she know that he had been fantasizing about his sister? That would be horrible! She'd ground him forever and send him to a psychologist, for sure! And then all his friends at school would find out, and it would be the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to him! He would be branded for his entire life as a pervert, like that one boy who looked a little too intently at another boy's cock in the bathroom last year. Since then, no one has ever left that boy alone about it. And when Nick thought about it, his perversion was even worse. He had a major case of the hots for his sister, and those sort of feelings were absolutely unforgivable. The very idea would bring shame to his proud family. But oh, he had even bigger problems! With no towel and no clothing, he had nothing to cover himself with. He was trapped in the bathroom until someone showed up with something to hide his nakedness. His cock began to swell again. Shit, he couldn't let anyone see him like that. He wouldn't hide in the bathroom like a little boy playing hide-and-go-seek. He was a grown man, for crying out loud, and he would make a run for it. Nick opened the bathroom door a crack and looked out. No one was in the hallway, and his bedroom was right next door. If he was quick about it, no one would ever have to know. He pushed the door open in one great motion and darted into the hallway. He fumbled with the door to his room, losing his grip and having to reach out for it again. Finally, he managed to get the door open and was going to close it behind him when he heard a terrible laugh. His sister had stepped into the hallway and was staring at him intently. "So that's what your ass looks like," Elisabeth chuckled ruthlessly. "I've been wondering. Why don't you turn around and give me a better view of your cock? I want to see how it measures up." Nick turned and snapped at his sister, "I will do no such thing!" And then, realizing that by turning he had done just that, he covered his crotch with his hands and slammed the door shut. "I didn't know you had a hard-on," Elisabeth said quietly through the door. She sounded like she was blushing. "You don't have to be so embarrassed, it's not the first time I've seen one, after all," she added. She laughed and went off to her room. Nick had a very hard time concentrating on his homework. He would do one problem and then realize that he had made a stupid mistake and have to do it all over again, and worse, his erection wouldn't subside and he couldn't get his sister's voice out of his head. The way she laughed at Nick embarrassed him to the core, and that made him angry, but it also made him very horny. He had trouble admitting it to himself, but he was almost happy his sister had caught him running into his bedroom, and more than a little flattered that she had an interest in his erection. His mind wondered, and he again saw his sister's lips parted as she took inch after inch of his cock into her hungry mouth. Nick moaned and abandoned his homework. His fingers crept under the elastic band of his fresh pair of underwear and began to toy with the head of his penis. Black Magick Ch. 01 "Shit!" he thought, pulling his hand away quickly, as through from a sprung trap. "I forgot to grab my underwear from the laundry basket before Mom finds them!" He jumped from his seat and ran into the laundry room to find his cum-stained undergarments. The laundry room was around the back of the house and Nick was out of breath when he got there. His mom was walking up from the flower bed onto the back porch when he opened the door, and he very nearly slammed it in her face out of nerves. "Um, Mom if you don't mind... Um, I'd like to do the laundry today," Nick stammered. His mother eyed him suspiciously. "Do you even know where the detergent is? Do you know how to separate the whites, the pale colors, and the bright ones? They each have their own detergent and have to be set with different modes. Are you sure you can handle it?" Nick blushed. He knew how particular his mother was with the laundry. One of his red sweaters bled a little because he'd accidentally set the washing machine to hot water instead of cold, and he'd never hear the end of it as long as he lived. His mother smiled. "I thought you couldn't," she said with a heavy sign. "Men are completely useless with this sort of thing. Your father couldn't tell a white from a pale white if his life depended on it. Hand me the laundry basket, get back in the house and do your homework, you don't belong here." "Please, Mom," Nick said, trying to hide the basket from his mother's sight. "Let me at least sort it for you. You know I've been able to tell the colors apart since I was six years old. Come on, give me a chance to prove that I can be useful to you!" "All right," his mother said with a little shrug. "I'll double check the flower bed while you sort. Call me when the laundry is done and I'll help you set up the first batch. But if I catch you stealing your sister's underwear again, I might be tempted to bend you over my knee and spank you." "Yes, ma'am," Nick said to his mother's back as she left the room, tapping the metal garden spade against her shoulder blades as though quietly threatening him with it and chuckling to herself as though the whole thing were rather amusing. Nick was embarrassed, frantically rummaging through the dirty clothes hamper with his mother just outside the door. His cheeks were bright red and he was so frantic that he couldn't concentrate on anything else, besides finding that damn pair of cum-soiled underwear. Yet the huge bulge in his pants failed to subside. He dug through the hamper three times and each time came up empty-handed. He had found the slightly soiled jeans he had worn at lunch and gave them a quick cleaning. But the cum-soaked white underwear were nowhere to be found. He decided to start sorting the laundry. Underwear or no underwear, he couldn't get out of the chore now that he had told his mother he would do it, and besides, there was always a chance the garment in question would emerge if he checked the basket more systematically. He began sorting by color, reds in one pile, blues in another, yellows in a third and blacks and whites in their own piles, and then he sorted the piles into groups depending on whether they were bright colors or pale ones. There was a pair of thong panties with a slime trail on the lining that belonged to his mother and a matching bra that made him almost cum in his pants again to think of. When he finished, there was still no sign of his underwear. Nick's heart pounded in his chest. What if he left his underwear in the bathroom? No, that was impossible. He was sure there hadn't been anything in the bathroom for him to cover himself with. This left only two possibilities: either his soiled underwear had gotten lost somewhere, or somebody had purposefully removed them from the laundry basket. He remembered his mental image of his sister joining him in the shower. Was it possible? No, he couldn't bring himself to believe it, but he had to know for sure. He ran back into the house, pausing in the living room to catch his breath so that it wouldn't give him away, and then tip-toed into the hallway. He heard soft moans coming from his sister's room. He opened the door just a crack, scolding himself the whole time that he shouldn't be spying on his little sister. But somehow, he couldn't help himself, he had to see what was happening behind that door. At first, as he was trying to adjust to the semi-darkness of the room, he couldn't see much, but then, slowly, the room began to come into focus. Elisabeth still had the brightly-colored carousel lamp their mother had bought for her on her tenth birthday, and the sheets were the same soft shade of pink as when he comforted her at the party two weeks ago. It was only Elisabeth who was different. She was lying on her bed, very nearly naked. Her lovely breasts were flattened slightly by their own weight and sat gently on her smooth chest. Her areola were like soft red flowers, with one big stamen each. Her silky red hair was draped dramatically across her pillow, like an erotic painting of a sleeping beauty. She was holding a leather notebook over her head, writing something with a red pen. It was almost a minute before Nick could get his eyes to trace their way further down his sister's body, and when he did, he had to stop himself from pushing the door open and marching into the room. There, inches below Elisabeth's cute little navel, was a pair of men's white cotton briefs. Nick's cotton briefs. Nick's heart pounded rapidly in his chest. It was difficult to get past the image of his sister's lovely pink pussy, parted slightly, lightly kissing the cotton crotch of his cum-stained underwear. But if she had his underwear, then she must know! His hand clutched the wood frame of the door for support. She must have figured out that he had gotten off watching her blow that guy this morning! He couldn't stand the idea of her knowing he had entertained such feelings about her. He was her older brother, and he wanted her to know she could come to him for help when she needed it. He didn't want her to think he was a pervert, that he'd jack off while spying on her, or steal her underwear, or any of the stuff that pathetic losers do. Nick blushed bright red. It was very hard for him to lie to himself now, standing outside his sister's bedroom practically drooling, his cock rock rock-hard in his pants. No matter how pure he had tried to keep his feelings for his little sister, his body had betrayed him. He couldn't help touching himself whenever he thought of that silky bombshell body of hers. And he had stolen her panties a month ago! He had seen them in the laundry basket while sorting and couldn't bring himself to add them to the bright red pile. Instead, he slipped them into his pants pocket and smuggle them into his bedroom. That little sin had been weighing heavily on him for the last month, but now he saw something that gave him a chance for redemption. His sister had stolen his underwear! Maybe she knew he wanted her and didn't care. Or better yet, she actually liked it. Nick's balls began to tighten. Almost unwillingly, he imagined his cock spreading his sister's pussy lips and plunging into her moist interior, making her gasp in shock as the head of his cock knocked against her cervix. He felt a warm sensation flood over him, oddly sweet and overpowering. He came explosively, every fiber of his being trembling as the climax rocked his body. Finally, as wave of sensation began to really hit him, his legs shook just a little too much under him, and he fell to his knees, aftershocks of his climax threatening to make him twitch uncontrollably. What a pervert he was! How could he even think about having sex with his little sister? For all he knew, she was still a virgin. It made his cock twitch to think about it, but his brotherly pride was stronger again. He would not succumb to this dark obsession. He would protect his sister from whatever vile thing was happening to her. He stood up, using the metal doorknob to push himself to his feet. He tried to close the door and step away, but his hand wouldn't obey him, and besides, he wanted his underwear back! Elisabeth threw the book away and her hands began to crawl down her stomach, gently caressing the tight flesh. Nick gulped. No, she was just rubbing her stomach, she wasn't playing with herself! The innocent girl he knew would never do such a thing. Elisabeth's hands began to twitch and to slowly come to life, traveling lower from where they had been resting on her stomach. Nick's mouth hung open in secret longing. He willed her hands lower and at the same time dreaded it. He knew that if he saw his sister masturbate, he would have lost something. He would never be able to think of her the same way again. But at the same time, he knew he had to stay and see it. He needed her hands to move. She just had to touch herself lower, even if he couldn't bear the thought of it. Her hands traveled an inch lower and then another. He both begged them and cursed them at once. Would she do it, or wouldn't she? It seemed like a matter of life and death. The pressure was intense. He sweated profusely and his cock leapt to hardness in his yet again cum-soiled underwear. Elisabeth's fingers gently lifted the band of the underwear she had stolen. Nick's mouth began to run dry. The digits crept closer and closer, their joints pushing suggestively against the material. Elisabeth's face tensed, and Nick instinctually knew she had found her clit. Nick's loins were on fire. His own fingers pulled back the elastic band of his pants and began to caress his cock lovingly. He sighed in pure desperation and longing. Elisabeth's body moved as though a lover had whispered in her ear, but she couldn't have heard him. He was sure he had been very quiet. Slowly, Elisabeth moved her fingers, and for half a second her lovely pink pussy can into view. Nick sighed and began to tug at his cock. Oh, how he loved the sight of that pussy! Oh, if she'd only move so he could see it again! But she didn't. The crotch of his underwear, the ones Elisabeth was wearing, began to get damp, Elisabeths' juices flooding out of her, mixing with the cum that encrusted the soiled briefs. The thought of their fluids flowing together so shamelessly almost made Nick come again. "This," he thought, dropping his cock to stop the orgasm. "must be what it would be like to come inside her, to feel my seed feeling her, claiming her as my own. This shamelessness, this simple being. I'd do anything for it. Kill for it, die for it. I need to make her mine." And because he just couldn't leave it alone, he grabbed his cock again and began to pump it. He came almost immediately, spilling more cum into his underwear. He gasped and then covered his mouth, hoping that his sister didn't hear him come and at the same time praying that she did. When she didn't respond, Nick was almost disappointed. He was about to leave when he saw his sister sit up and pull the underwear off of her. He gulped. Her bare pussy was even more beautiful than he had imagined from the little glimpse he had stolen. It looked so fragile, so delicate, like he could break it in the palm of his hand if he didn't love it so dearly. But the act that sealed his fate was Elisabeth picking up the soiled undergarments and balling them up in her mouth to gag herself while she masturbated. Nick's head spun. The thought of his sister tasting his sperm while she came was almost more than he could stand, and his balls tensed, threatening to spill yet another load. Elisabeth's hand ravished her clit with new force, her body all at once coming to life with the action of pleasuring herself. Her head lifted from the pillow and her mouth bit down hard on the cum-soaked cotton in her mouth. Her legs lifted up off the bed and seemed to curve in, giving her a crescent shape. Did she have an orgasm? Nick's heart pounded and his cock twitched. There was a small puddle of juice forming on her bedsheet. Nick gasped. Did she come, or didn't she? It seemed the most important question in the world to him. Her body tensed again, and he could almost feel the sensation that coursed through her. Oh! Oh! Oh! His cock twitched and his balls churned. She tensed again, her hands ceaselessly ravaging her tender clit. Oh! Oh! Oh! He had to get away, it was too much for him. If he continued to watch, there would be no end to it. He had to leave, he had to preserve what was left to his brotherly thoughts towards his little sister. Nick took one step towards his bedroom and then stopped, rooted to the spot. His sister convulsed again and pulled the underwear out of her mouth. Settling back on the bedspread, she whispered his name, staring off into the window. Nick ran into his room and slammed the door behind him. He sat at his desk, finishing the homework at feverish speed, still distracted but somehow more prolific than before. That night, he snuck into his sister's room, stole back his underwear and burned it. To be continued! Black Magick Ch. 02 In the middle of the night, Nick felt someone climb into his bed. With a sudden movement, the blanket that covered him was gone and his pajama bottoms hung around his ankles. Nick moaned. His cock tingled nervously, feeling oddly vulnerable, exposed so immodestly to the night air. He felt the sudden urge to cover himself with his hands, to hide his swelling sex from the world of his bedroom, but the moment he thought of it, his hands were batted away by a dark shadow and seemed to fade unnaturally into the clean white bedding, from whence he was helpless to free them. Nick felt a weight on his body and looked up, seeing a shadowy figure leaning over him. He forced his eyes to focus and the shadow began to shift and fade into a woman's body. He looked again and saw his sister, Elisabeth, straddling him, the crotch of her black laced panties rubbing shamelessly against his hard cock. He felt the warm wetness of her pussy on him, the way he would feel the handle of a hot skillet. The sensation was almost too much for him. Nick gasped and almost shouted his sister's name, but she put a finger to her lips and he was lulled into silence. She leaned closer and he could see the lovely swell of her breasts peering out of her bra, which matched her panties. With a famished hunger, Nick eyed the glowing white skin. Oh, how he longed to get his tongue underneath that black lace, to flick it against Elisabeth's hard red nipple. He wanted to close his mouth around it and suck. He wanted to cup the breast with his hands and feel its soft weight against his palm, to feel his fingertips press into her, the soft skin silently yielding. But his hands seemed bound and he couldn't do anything. His cock swelled bigger against his sister. She moaned. It was the oddest sound. Nick didn't know whether it was the most slutty thing he had ever heard or the most innocent, but it sent such a wave of passion though him that he didn't really care. He looked at the image of his sister again. Something was wrong about the way she looked. And then it hit him. Elisabeth didn't own any black panties! She was wearing their mother's underwear, the ones he had seen in the laundry he sorted yesterday! He picked his head up, perhaps to protest and then set it down again, silently submitting to her, horribly eager to satisfy her every fancy. But he still had enough pride to be embarrassed about it. She bent lower, her mouth tracing a line down the muscles of Nick's chest. He gasped lustily. Her tongue on him felt so good! Elisabeth's crotch lifted from his engorged member, and the sudden sensation of cold air against his cock was almost enough to make him come. He winced and took a deep breath, trying desperately to hold on longer. If he came now, she might leave and then he'd miss out, so he just had to hang on. He had to! Her mouth traveled lower. He tried not to think of it inching closer and closer to his twitching member, because if the idea hit him at once, he would explode all over his bedspread. When the wet warmth of his sister's mouth began to envelop Nick's cock, he thought he was going to drown in it. He saw her beautiful pink lips parted around the flesh of his hard sex and almost went insane from the pleasure. The warmth seemed to flow upward into him, making him feel both light-headed and powerful. He felt like he was swimming underwater, it was so difficult to breathe. Nick sighed, the pleasure filling him so completely he almost forgot to hold back. His sister's mouth began to bounce up and down on his hard cock. It was total ecstasy. All his inhibitions seemed to be lifted at once and all that was left was pleasure. He allowed himself to really enjoy his sister's lovely body, the way her hair swayed, threatening to eclipse his view of her lips on his cock, the way her weight felt on his legs. He felt like he would just burst from pleasure. His cock twitched. He wanted to fuck Elisabeth with every fiber of his being. He wanted to feel his cock sliding into her moist depths. He wanted to feel her enveloping him, to be part of her, connected. He wanted to feel himself penetrating her, making her yield, making her his possession. Nick tried to move, to push himself onto her, but he couldn't. His whole body was immobilized. He tried to sit up, to wiggle his pinky toe, to find his hands in the bed sheet, but found himself completely helpless. "Fuck me," Nick gasped. His sister simply laughed into his cock and kept sucking. His cock seemed to burn and itch. He seemed to tremble against the bed sheets. "Fuck me!" he shouted, and his sister's pace on his cock quickened. It was far too much for him. He came quickly, shooting his seed into his sister's mouth. He came so much that it overflowed onto his mound of public hair and into the bed sheets. The image began to fade but Nick was still bound by an unknown power and was helpless to stop it. "Don't go!" Nick exclaimed, struggling to reach out and grab his sister by the wrist. "I don't want you to leave me!" But his sister giggled and disappeared into the darkness. Nick awoke with a start and pulled the bed sheets off himself. Had it all been a dream? There was no sign anywhere that his sister had been in the room. His pajama bottoms were on and there was no cum on the bed sheet. Nick let out a tremendous sigh. He felt like a fool. Of course his sister wouldn't crawl into his bed and blow him! It had all been the fault of his sick imagination. Elisabeth was a good girl. What he just experienced must have been a dream. At least he hadn't woken up in a pool of cum. He didn't feel in the mood to hide any more laundry from his mother. Nick laid back against his pillow and tried to go to sleep, but now that he was awake, he realized that he needed to go to the bathroom. He groaned and sat up. A glance at his bedroom clock told him that it was 4 A.M. If he got out of bed now he might have time to catch a couple more hours of sleep before he had to wake up for church. He got up slowly and stretched. His body felt oddly stiff, as though he had been exercising, and his brain was foggy. He made his way to the hall bathroom. He stopped outside the door, his hand on the metal knob. He thought he heard something, a spray of water that indicated the shower was running, and a soft female voice that was chanting in a strange language he had never heard before. Nick's cock quickly hardened in his pajama bottoms and his hand on the doorknob grew sweaty. His sister's voice was so lovely, just like the little angel she was. Nick blushed bright red. He imagined the water flowing off Elisabeth's naked body, little droplets clinging to her nipples and flowing in little rivulets down her stomach and between her legs. His hard cock became even harder. Was it possible that she was cleaning herself up after the fun they just had a couple of minutes ago? No, that had been a dream, it had to be. He dropped the doorknob and clutched his head. He must still be half asleep. Again, he heard the sound of his sister's voice in the bathroom and his heart began to pound in his chest. His mind returned to the image of water flowing over the curves of Elisabeth's lovely body, kissing her skin gently and then slowly running downward. His mouth went dry and his breath caught in his throat. His hand moved absently under the band of his pajama bottoms and grasped the head of his cock between the thumb and index finger. He jerked his hand out of his pants the moment he realized what he was doing. He couldn't afford to soil another piece of clean white laundry fantasizing about his precious little sister. But then again, the bathroom door might be unlocked. He felt his heart pounding in his throat. The moment the impulse hit him, he knew he was powerless to resist it. He just had to see his sister's naked body again, and his mental image of the shower water running down his sister's body was just too good to resist. He placed his hand back on the metal knob and turned. The door was unlocked! The palm of his hand on the door grew even moister. It took all the willpower he had not to burst the door open all at once and storm in on his sister. Somehow, he managed to push it open slowly. The room was full of steam. He couldn't see his sister anywhere! He began to panic. What if his sister had slipped on the tile and hit her head? Now that he thought of it, he hadn't heard her voice for a couple of minutes. What if, while he was outside fantasizing about her, she needed his help? His heart sunk. He threw the door open. Elisabeth was kneeling on the floor of the bathroom naked, her lips moving quickly in a silent chant. When she felt the door open, she stood up quickly, opening her eyes, and turned to meet him. Almost unabashedly, Nick soaked in the details of his sister's body, her soft silky skin, her hard red nipples, and her soft, delicate, shaved pussy. She was almost more beautiful than he had remembered. "What are you doing here, Nick?" his sister asked, surprised. "I thought no one would be awake yet?" She crossed her legs to hide her beautiful crotch from view, but this acted to draw all her brother's attention to it. Nick gasped. His throat felt dry. He had an excuse. He must have! What was he doing out of bed? He hadn't meant to be spying on her. He was worried. His mouth wouldn't move. He couldn't speak. Oh, why couldn't he remember? "I needed to pee," Nick replied, surprised to hear the words coming out of his mouth. He felt like he was telling a horrible lie, even though he knew it had been the truth. "The door was unlocked." He stopped and took a step back, feeling total dread with every fiber of his being. He know something terrible was going to happen, he just knew it. Nick looked at his sister, sure that she wouldn't believe him, that she'd slap his face and yell at him and the noise would wake their mother who would brand him a pervert and send him to a psychiatrist, or worse, maybe she'd kick him out of the house and he'd end up selling himself on the street for food. While these thoughts flew through his head, the room was completely silent and his sister stared at him, apparently startled. Then, a sort of sloppy, almost obscene grin began to spread across her angelic face. "Oh? Can I watch you pee?" Elisabeth asked gaily, as though she were five years old and proposing to play doctor in the bushes by the pool. She moved slightly so that her breasts bounced, causing Nick's mouth to water. He could hardly believe he was alone in the bathroom with her and that she was naked. He bit his lip and struggled to concentrate on something else entirely. He would be a good brother to her! No matter how lovely his sister looked, he wouldn't let it get to him. Slowly, after a superhuman effort of will, his cock began to shrivel back to its normal size and Nick felt strong enough to act responsibly. "Oh, I couldn't do anything like that around you. You're my baby sister!" Nick protested finally. The words left him feeling cold and limp, but oddly satisfied. Elisabeth, unabashed, began to stare at his crotch expectantly, and he blushed bright red, covering the small bulge with his hands. "Oh, come on!" Elisabeth said with a giggle. "I bet you have an awesome cock." She began to reach her hand into the elastic band of her brother's pajama bottoms. Nick turned an even brighter shade of red. His cock began to twitch in his night clothes. He was scared that he'd get an erection again, and then his sister would see it and all hell would break loose. He couldn't let that happen! "Leave me alone!" Nick stammered, batting his sister away a little too zealously. "I really need to go to the bathroom, and I can't go with you standing around watching." He felt stupid protesting, when he desperately wanted his sister, when he had to use every ounce of concentration to keep his libido under control. But he didn't have any other way of protecting himself and Elisabeth. "Yeah, well, it was you who walked in on me!" Elisabeth exclaimed. "You got to see me naked! The least you can do is take a leak for me." She thrust her hands onto her hips, and the movement somehow made Nick aware of the soft pink pussy he was trying so desperately to ignore. His cock swelled in appreciation, and his sister gasped. "Wow, I knew you had to be well endowed!" she exclaimed, nearly dancing around the bathroom in merriment. "Come on, be a man for once in your life! You can't be such a wuss that you can't take a leak while someone's watching you. How are you ever going to grow the balls to get yourself a good job if you're too big a pussy to give your sister a tiny little thrill? It's not like I'm asking you to have sex with me." Nick remembered fantasizing about his cock sliding slowly into his sister's pussy while he stood outside the door of her bedroom the evening before, stroking himself, watching his beautiful little sister tease her clit like a pro. Was Elisabeth right? Was it really no big deal to let her watch him pee? Did he have any right at all to be timid after such a lucid fantasy? His sister's hands began to slip under the elastic band of his pants. Nick sighed. His hardening cock began to tremble. He remembered the feeling of his sister's lips on his cock in his dream and thought that he would melt. With a sudden movement, his pajama bottoms were down around his ankles and all nine inches of his penis were standing up in front of him. The air felt oddly cold against his hot cock. He felt his sister's eyes on him, like a strong hand pulling him forward. Nick gasped in pure pleasure. Without thinking, he began to raise the toilet seat with one hand. Elisabeth giggled. "Don't you need to go anymore?" she asked, her eyes never leaving her brother's engorged cock. "Come on! Pee for me!" She smiled sweetly, sending a soft wave of pleasure through Nick's body. Nick braced himself to keep from showing how his sister's words affected him. "Oh, please no!" Nick gasped, trying to cover his overly exposed cock. "Don't make me do it! It wouldn't be right." But even as the words left his mouth, he knew they were worthless. He would pee for his little sister. The was nothing he could say or do to dissuade her, and deep down he didn't even want to protest. He knew that all the talk about protecting his little sister was just a persona he put on to make himself feel righteous. Part of him was devastated to learn this about himself, but another secret part of him was awaking, and that part didn't care, or, infinitely worse, was actually happy that his false sense of dignity came down to nothing. This part was flattered by his sister's attention and enjoyed feeling low and dirty, perhaps even needed to feel that way. "What are you waiting for?" Elisabeth said with a laugh. "Don't tell me you're afraid to pee with you cock stiff like that!" She poked his erection playfully. Nick almost gasped but abruptly stopped himself. The touch of his sister's skin on him felt like fire. His cock pulsed a little and threatened to spill cum into the toilet. Nick took a deep breath. He wasn't that pathetic. It was fortunate he had caught himself in time. No matter how sexually outgoing his sister was, he was sure she'd freak if he came so quickly when she touched him. "Hey, hands off!" Nick exclaimed, pushing down on his expanded cock to angle it towards the toilet. "How do you expect me to go if you keep harassing me like that?" Elisabeth blushed a soft shade of pink and her hands began to close, as though trying to grab a hold of something neither one of them could see. Nick turned and looked at her, suddenly embarrassed about yelling at her. They stood, their noses four inches away from each other, and perhaps for the first time the situation became real to Nick. He saw his hard cock in his hand and the line of his pelvis against his skin, he saw his bare legs and his pants around his ankles and felt his sister's eyes drilling into his back, a tense pulling in his loins and a pressure in his bladder that meant he needed to urinate desperately. Nick could hardly believe that he was standing in the bathroom with his little sister, his cock hanging, out seriously considering peeing in front of her. There was an awkward silence as neither one of them moved. The air between them seemed electrified. Nick felt an almost insatiable urge to kiss her. He inched a little closer, praying that his sister wouldn't move, that nothing would change, that he could just kiss her without thinking about it and the ground wouldn't swell up and swallow him whole. He inched a little closer. His sister's eyes grew big. He thought of his cock spreading her pussy lips apart and knocking against her cervix. He sighed deeply and his cock began to twitch. He could almost feel the soft flesh of her lips. The way the light reflected on them was intoxicating. He felt drunk and happy. Nothing mattered at all except those beautiful soft pink lips. He could have anything, do anything if only he could kiss her, if only she wanted him. Nick thought of his dream, of his sister's lovely pink pussy, of the way her lips felt encircling him so completely, bobbing up and down on his hard cock. He thought of her beautiful breasts and how his fingers wanted to press into her soft skin, watching it yield and deform under his touch. He wanted to feel his lips on her nipples, to suck hungrily and to nibble a little, making her squeal in pain and pleasure. But for now, her lips would do. If he could only move another inch! He could feel her hot breath on his skin. He could take her lips now. Her lovely breasts and her pussy could wait. If only he could steal a kiss, he could have everything. His dream would become his reality. It would be his cock being expertly encircled by his sister's lovely lips. He wouldn't have to stand outside her window any longer, rubbing his cock pathetically under the elastic of his underwear. He wouldn't have to lie to himself any longer. He would be in her bedroom, in her bed, being pleasured by her, owning her. The new part of him that had just awakened told him so. He would have her any way he wanted. His cock would have free range of her body. He would be master. Master! He could push her to the ground and force his way into her now, if he could only move an inch and make those lovely lips his own. They were calling for him, beckoning to him, he knew they were. She definitely wanted him! So why couldn't he do it? Elisabeth sneezed. The effect was lovely. Her breasts jiggled and her whole body seemed to come to life, as though she just had an incredibly fulfilling orgasm. Nick pulled back. The spell was broken. He could not touch those lips. The silence that ensued was heavy. Nick's heart beat hard against his ribcage. He felt like he would die if he couldn't break the silence, like his heart would burst out of his chest like some alien in a horror movie, and drop to the floor, spilling his blood all over the white bathroom tile. He felt darkness bearing down on him. A part of him wanted to scream in terror and run and hide under the covers like a child afraid of the boogieman. But he was a grown man and wouldn't even let himself think of such a thing. He wasn't going to go grab his teddy and hug it either, which was another thing he would have liked to do. He opened his mouth to say something, anything. His tongue felt dry and hard in his mouth, like a popsicle stick or that thing doctors put in your mouth then they make you say "aah". He tried to move his mouth to speak, but felt it was impossible. His jaw wouldn't budge and his tongue could give him splinters. And then the words simply came out as if issued by a will other than his own. His heart began to slow and he listened intently to the voice that rang in his ears. "By the way, what was it that you were singing in the bathroom before I came in?" Nick heard himself asking, before he knew he was interested in knowing. The sound that he had heard from behind the door was as intoxicating as siren song yet as soft and gentle as an angel. Nick wanted to know the name of whatever chant it was that seized him so powerfully. Black Magick Ch. 02 "Oh, that," Elisabeth said, brushing a soft strand of hair behind her ears. "I was just praying." Her large breasts bounced slightly and Nick found himself absolutely drawn to them. He couldn't help but stare. He couldn't make his gaze travel up to his sister's face. But he heard her words and knew from her tone of voice that she was hiding something from him. He thought of the hidden depths of that delightful pussy of hers and smiled a sloppy, lecherous smile. "That's odd," Nick replied, stroking his cock slightly. "I couldn't understand a word you were saying, so you couldn't have been praying in either English or church Latin." "It was Enochian," Elisabeth said, blushing. Her right arm moved up to cover her breast self-consciously. "I was reciting something out of a book I got. Sort of a meditation. You know, to help my concentration, so I can get better grades." "But you're the smartest girl in school. Everyone knows that! You seem to get straight A's without even trying!" "But it's not good enough for Dad to notice me," Elisabeth said. "Mom wants to enroll me in a special school so I have a better chance of getting into an Ivy League college, but they aren't going to take me unless I can keep my grades up and ace the entrance exam." "But what you are doing is witchcraft! It's wrong!" Elisabeth just laughed. Nick looked at her as though she was crazy. "Oh, give it a break," Elisabeth said finally. "You're just trying to find a reason to stall peeing for me. But you don't really have an excuse! I've already seen your dick, you've even done me the courtesy of sporting an erection in my honor. Do get the hell off your high horse and pee for me. Or are you too much of a sissy?" "No!" Nick exclaimed. "I don't want to! Now get out of the bathroom and leave me to take a leak in peace, before I lose what little control I have and piss all over you." Elisabeth put her hands on her hips and crunched up her feet as though trying to root herself into the tile. "You're just going to have to go ahead and pee on me, then," she exclaimed. As the words left her mouth, Nick lost control and let loose, his cock erupting like a fire hydrant. To his surprise, he actually sprayed his sister with a hot jet of urine, which dripped down her face and onto her breasts like a golden perversion of Nick's shower fantasy. Nick stepped back, somewhat devastated by what he had done but at the same time lapping it up like water. Elisabeth reached out with her tongue and licked a drop of urine off her face, tasting it as if it was a vintage wine. "Not bad," she said, her voice filled with eerie calm. Elisabeth bent over and turned back on the shower. "I'm going to clean up now," she said evenly. "You ought to go to bed. We've got church in a couple of hours." "Let me shower with you!" Nick protested, his cock throbbing in his hand. "I could stand to clean up a little before going to bed." "I want to be alone," Elisabeth said curtly. "I've got some things to think over." "At least let me stay and clean the bathroom tile for you! Mom will have a fit if she finds pee on the floor." "No, I'll get it," Elisabeth said without looking at him. Nick left. Outside the door, Nick pulled up his pajama bottoms and headed towards his room. He felt oddly and serene. It was disappointment, he told himself. Disappointment that he hadn't listened to himself and kissed his sister. He felt like something had slipped between his fingers and there was no going back, and that left him with the feeling of a cold weight in his stomach. But when Nick thought about some more, he decided he was lucky. He had walked in on his naked sister and nothing bad had happened. She hadn't slapped him or ran to wake their mom. She had stood there and talked to him. She wanted to see his cock. She had given him an opening to kiss her. Nick closed his bedroom door and, covering himself with a sheet, began to absent-mindedly stroke his cock through his pants. He wondered where his sister was now, whether she was still in the shower rubbing soap over her sexy body. Maybe she was drying herself with a puffy white towel that felt good against her fresh, clean body. Or perhaps she was curled up in her bed, sleeping peacefully, completely oblivious to the world. Nick grabbed his cock and began pumping it, thinking. His member quickly hardened and began to pulse and Nick knew with terror that he was about to cum in his pajama bottoms. He jumped out of bed, ran to his computer desk, grabbed a couple of Kleenexes and ripped his cock out of his pants. It shuddered and spat like a viper, shooting a hot load of cum into soft folds of white tissue. He balled up the tissues and through them into the trash, pushing the wads to the bottom with an old ruler. Nick climbed back in bed, completely satisfied, and fell asleep the moment his head touched the pillow. A little before dawn, Nick was half-awakened by the sounds of struggle. Maybe Elisabeth was watching television, or maybe she had dragged some guy into her bedroom and was fucking his brains out. Nick rolled over onto his stomach, pushed his pillow down around his ears to block out the sound and tried to go back to sleep. But the noise grew louder, and he thought he heard his sister call for help. Still half asleep, Nick sprung from his bed and darted to his sister's bedroom. He threw the door open, his partially conscious brain dreading what he would find inside. Maybe the guy she was sleeping with had suddenly gotten violent and decided to knock her around, or to submit her to something indecent. Nick scanned the dark room and couldn't find a trace of his sister. The window was open and the wind beat wildly against the pink curtains. Could she be outside? "Help me!" Nick heard his sister gurgle. Startled, he turned to find the source of the sounds and gasped. His sister's hand was sticking out from a large, pitch-black stain in the bed sheet. Gasped Nick took a step back towards the door. That in the world was going on? It must be some sort of horrible dream! His sister's hand began to slip deeper into the darkness. Nick's heart began to pound in his chest. To hell with it! Nightmare or not, he was going to save her. He wasn't going to wuss out again. Grappling the wooden frame of the bed with his feet for better leverage, Nick grabbed a hold of his sister's hand and pulled. The room filled with the sound of dark laughter. Nick pulled and pulled, and with every tug, another inch of his sister's body emerged from the black chasm. The laughter grew louder until Nick's ears burned, but he continued to pull, bringing his sister's torso back into the world. All at once, the laughter ceased and the darkness grew bigger. Elisabeth's bellybutton dipped back into the mattress. Nick tugged again but lost his balance. Another inch of his sister's body returned to the darkness. He wedged his leg between the wall and the bedpost and pulled. One great tug and his sister was free. Nick sighed a breath of relief, but the momentum sent him flying back and his head collided with the bedpost. Everything went dark. Nick awoke to the sound of a door creaking open. He felt something underneath him a realized that he was lying on top of his sister, who was on the bed completely naked. He looked around just in time to see the door swing open, revealing his mother. She stared at him open-mouthed. Nick gasped and tried to extricate himself from his compromising position on top of his sister, but he knew it was useless. His mother's eyes were fixed on him. There was no escape. Black Magick Ch. 03 "Mom, this isn't what it looks like!" Nick exclaimed, rolling off his sister's naked body. Elisabeth moaned but she didn't wake up. "It was just, uh...I heard...uh..." "Of course," his mother, Susan, replied evenly. Nick noticed his mother's hard nipples pressing against the fabric of her bathrobe. Was she wearing anything at all underneath? Thinking of this made Nick blush, and his cock hardened in his pajamas. Shit! He didn't want his mom to see that! He tried to think of the most unsexy thing he could think of. His sister's hand sticking out of the black spot in her mattress came to mind. But watching her naked body sliding inch by inch out of the darkness had actually been kind of hot, like extracting an enormous vibrator, inch by inch, out of a woman's pussy. No, that wouldn't do! He thought of Mrs. Ferguson, his homeroom teacher, who was a total bitch, middle-aged, with tits that seemed to sag to her bellybutton. Oh, but damn, she'd be hot with a whip and tight black leather! Nick sighed. His erection just wouldn't go down. His mother was staring at his crotch! Shit, shit, shit! "I...um...well...uh...I think I'll get ready for church," Nick said, standing up suddenly and bolting from the room. He had to push past Susan to get back to his bedroom, and he could have sworn he felt her hand on his butt for a second as he rushed by. No he must have imagined it. This was his mother after all, the high priestess of nit-pickiness propriety. He rushed into his room and, locking the door carefully behind him, began removing his pajama bottoms. He hobbled over to his computer desk and grabbed a tissue. He sat down in his chair and began stroking his cock to relieve some of the pressure. What exactly had happed last night? What had been a dream and what had been reality? Now that he was waking up, he didn't seem so sure anymore. There had been the woman who climbed into his bed and sucked him off. He had been pretty sure at the time that it was his sister Elisabeth. But was it? The whole memory was hazy. It was a dream, wasn't it? There was also his night trip to the bathroom, where he had caught his sister chanting spells, and where he somehow ended up peeing all over her. That, impossible though it seemed, felt very real. And there had been the scream in the middle of the night, and the struggle to pull his sister from the dark chasm that opened in the middle of her bed. That all happened in between waking and sleeping, so Nick couldn't be sure of what actually transpired, and he had been more than a little surprised to find that he hadn't woken up in his own bed. His hand's pace on his cock quickened. Maybe Elisabeth had cast a spell on him that caused him to sleepwalk into her room at night! Maybe it was all some sort of setup to get back at him for stealing her panties a month ago! He remembered his mother's eyes on his crotch. His balls began to tense. Did his mother really think he was capable of humping his little sister? What sort of trouble was he going to get into? His crotch burned. Nick lubed up his hands up with moisturizer so he could slide them up and down the length of his cock faster. What had happened? Was it possible that Elisabeth's life had really been in danger, that what had happened was real, and that he really managed to save his sister from being dragged feet-first into the abyss? Too fantastic! But then, Nick remembered the book he had seen Elisabeth with, the big black book titled 'Black Magick'. If his sister was a witch, then anything was possible, the old rules meant nothing any longer, right? This was an oddly satisfying thought. Nick gasped. His cock shook, spilling a load of sticky cum into the tissue. Nick crumpled the wad up and threw it in the trash, taking care to push it to the bottom with the old ruler he kept solely for that purpose. He stood up from his chair and quickly dressed for church. When he made his way to the kitchen, his mother was already dressed and serving breakfast, even though she had been wearing only a robe a couple of minutes ago. Nick had often wondered whether his mother's amazing household skill was somehow supernatural and examined his bacon and eggs for signs of magic, though he felt foolish doing this. Elisabeth came to the table a moment after Nick sat down and began loading her plate with food. Maybe witchcraft took a lot of calories, Nick thought absently, because his sister didn't seem to be gaining any weight. Her size four dress pants clung to her body showing off the firmness of her stomach, emphasizing just how tight and round her butt was. Nick nearly drooled into his scrambled eggs. His sister was almost good enough to eat. Of course, it helped that the lace top she was wearing was nearly see-through, and that a single lock of fiery red hair hung free of the elaborate knot she had tied at the back of her head and seemed to kiss her face seductively. Nick picked up a glob of eggs with his fork and examined them closely. They looked normal enough. He opened his mouth wide, dropped in a mouthful and began to chew. They tasted normal, too. He was just being stupid, after all. His mom seemed far too restrained to do anything supernatural. Besides, she didn't own any creepy books or chant in the bathroom naked at four o'clock in morning. It wasn't just his cock that kept stubbornly inflating, nowadays his imagination seemed to be expanding, too. Nick picked up a fork full of bacon and chewed it thoughtfully. It was normal too. He was really overthinking things. "Mom, can we go to church a little early today?" Elisabeth said with a style that spoke of her recently abandoned table manners. "I want to confess before mass." "Of course," Susan said, sitting down at the table and decorating her plate with a lady-like portion of eggs, toast and cottage cheese. "It's better to get things off your chest so that you're free to take communion." "Witchcraft is a mortal sin, you know," Nick spat between mouthfuls. Elisabeth kicked him under the table. "What I confess is none of your business," she replied haughtily. "It's not your job to name my sins for me." "It is my business if I'll have to wake up in the middle of the night to drag your butt out of hell again!" "Stop bickering!" Susan exclaimed, as though she hadn't heard a word of their argument. "We're about to leave for church. I won't hear any more of this nonsense. If you don't behave I'll just have to call your father so he can decide how to punish you." "Dad wouldn't care if the hospital called and told him I was dead!" Elisabeth said, suddenly getting angry. She rose from the table. "I'll be in my room, composing myself. Call me when you're done with breakfast." She marched off to her room, looking sulky. Nick was sad to see her go, but he enjoyed the way her butt moved when she walked. He swallowed his food quickly. "Mom, may I please be excused also? I think I might have upset Elisabeth, and I can't stand the idea of her crying." "You're such a good brother. But if I catch you in your sister's bed again, I'm going to have to bend you over my knee and spank you!" "You won't wait for Dad to get home and do it?" Nick asked, with a little too much cheek. "Definitely not," his mother said, a menacing glint in her eye. "I'd do it myself to make sure it gets done right. Your father has always been a little too soft for corporal punishment." "I'll keep that in mind," Nick said and took off after his little sister. Nick knocked on the door of his sister's bedroom, but she didn't answer, so he opened the door. Elisabeth was lying on her bed, her hand tucked into her pants, obviously masturbating. "Shit!" Nick exclaimed. "You should have said something." "Oh, it's just you, Nick," Elisabeth said, not bothering to remove her hand from her pants even though her brother was openly drooling. "I said I'd be in my room composing myself. What else did you expect me to be doing? Rearranging my sock drawer? Refreshing my make-up? Honestly!" Her finger dipped into her pussy. Nick watched transfixed. He couldn't see much through the material, but it was obvious that Elisabeth was enjoying herself tremendously. "Do you mind if I massage your breasts for you while you do that?" Nick asked nervously. He knew he was taking a bit of a risk. But his hands were itching to touch his sister's beautiful skin. "I suppose you could," Elisabeth said coyly. "But if Mom caught you, she'd probably bend you over her knee and spank you. That would be fun to watch! I wonder if she'd let me help..." Nick blushed. "You don't have any shame, do you?" "I don't believe in shame anymore," Elisabeth said, fingering herself to orgasm. Her body convulsed and twitched, but she didn't moan. She didn't want her mother to hear her. Nick gasped. "Oh, wow," he muttered. His sister giggled. "Maybe I'll let you eat my pussy for me sometime if you're good," she said, taking her hand out of her pants and beginning to suck on her fingers. "Shit, Elisabeth! You're going to give me an erection." Nick protested. "You mean you don't have one already? What, have you been jacking off too much?" Elisabeth sneered, wedging her tongue into the webbing between her little finger and the one next to it to get more pussy juice. Nick watched open-mouthed, his cock rock-hard in his pants. "Do you want some?" Elisabeth asked, extending her hand to her brother. Before he could think, Nick leaned over to lick it, but Elisabeth retracted her hand. "Maybe later," she said, sitting up and wiping her hand on her bed sheet. "I'd better go to the bathroom and wash up, or I won't have time to confess." "Why do you want to confess your sins?" Nick asked. "You really don't strike me as much of a believer anymore." "Well, you're right about that," Elisabeth said, stretching and standing up. "I don't think I've believed in God for years. Catholic school can really do that to you. Oh, and to answer your question, I want to confess my sins so that the damn cocky priest of ours will get a total hard-on in the confessional." "That's mean!" Nick laughed. "You really shouldn't play tricks like that on men of God." "Don't worry. I'll suck him off afterwards, so he doesn't have to conduct mass with a bulge in his robes." "You wouldn't!" Nick gasped. "Not a priest! You wouldn't have the guts!" "You want to bet?" Elisabeth said, straightening her hair. "Sure!" Nick said, groping the bulge in his pants. "Whatever you like." "Ok. If I don't have the guts to suck of a priest, I'll..." "I want you to fuck me," Nick interrupted to his own surprise, stroking his cock through his pants. "All right, I'll fuck you," Elisabeth said absent-mindedly. "But if I do suck him off, then you have to sneak into Mom's bedroom and steal her sex toys for me. Oh, and you must be naked!" "I didn't know Mom was the kind of woman who kept sex toys," said Nick apprehensively. "Oh, grow up," Elisabeth said, leaving the room. Nick decided he could never understand women. The church was nearly empty when Elisabeth and Nick arrived. Their mother had dropped them off and left, explaining that she had to get some cash from the ATM before mass. Elisabeth dipped her finger into the holy water and brought it to her lips, as though it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. Her lips parted and her soft tongue flicked hungrily against the skin of her index finger. Nick watched eagerly, a bulge forming in his pants. He decided he'd anoint himself more properly, just before mass started, and took off after his sister down the side passage that led to the confessionals. He sat down on the bench and began to take account of the sins he had committed during the week. Lustful thoughts towards his sister Elisabeth. That was the biggest one, to be sure. How many times had he jacked off fantasizing about his sister in the last two days? At least three times. Once yesterday morning, when he stood outside her window, watching her give a killer blow job to a total stranger. Another time, yesterday afternoon, while he watched his sister masturbating in his cum-caked underwear. And also last night, when he came back from the bathroom. But when he thought about it, didn't his sister's beautiful face and body haunt his fantasies forever? She had been so soft and delicate, so needing of his protection. It made his cock twitch to think about it. An elderly woman sat down next to Nick and he was faced with the need to control the bulge in his pants. What other sins had he committed? He wasn't sure about honoring his parents. His father was a total workaholic and wasn't really part of his life, so the idea of honoring him seemed a little beside the point. Then there was his mother. Nick loved her for being around and taking care of him and his sister, but something about the way he had been thinking about her recently seemed a little disrespectful. He'd mentally accused her of witchcraft, and worse, he briefly thought her capable of grabbing his ass out of lust. Shit. He couldn't think about that either. What about that math test on Friday? He had gotten stuck on a particularly difficult problem and had contemplated cheating off the girl next to him. In the end he'd solved the problem by himself, but he had thought of cheating. Wasn't that something he ought to confess? Nick looked up at the confession booth. Elisabeth had gone in ten minutes before, looking as though she was about to be crowned queen. What the devil had she been doing in there all this time? There was no way in hell she could be blowing the priest, was there? If nothing else, it was a physical impossibility, she was on one side of the confessional and he was on the other, and the window had grate... There was no way! And Nick still didn't think his sister was the sort of girl who would blow a priest. Elisabeth had always been a perfect little angel. And if she didn't blow the priest, she promised to sleep with Nick! His cock twitched. He thought of his cock sliding inch by inch into his sister's pussy, of feeling its moist depths clutch him, milking his cock. Would she let him cum in her? Would he have to use a condom? Nick moaned. The old lady sitting next to him looked up from her Bible to glance at him. Nick blushed bright red, covering his crotch with his hands self-consciously. How embarrassing! The preacher left the confessional, fumbling suspiciously with his crotch, but Elisabeth did not come out. The preacher spoke briefly with another priest, a visitor from another church, who became suddenly animated and entered the confession booth in place of the preacher. Elisabeth still didn't come out. This looked really bad. Nick tried to return to chaste thoughts, but it was no use. No matter what he began imagining it would quickly turn perverted, and nothing could hold his attention for long, not with the prospect of what Elisabeth was doing in the confession booth. His palms began to sweat. Was it possible that she could do it? She was a witch after all! Maybe she could go through the metal grate or something. He had promised to steal their mother's sex toys without a speck of clothing on if she went through with it! Nick had never been in his mom's room for more than a few minutes before, and he had no idea where she might keep something like that. Under the bed? In the closet? It could take forever to find her secret stash, and all that time he'd be vulnerable! If his mother happened to walk in on him... He didn't want to even think about that. Elisabeth left the confessional with a look of triumph and cum dripping from the corners of her mouth, like a cum-sucking vampire. She made no effort to hide the cum from view. The elderly woman rose from her seat and approached Elisabeth. Nick thought she was caught for sure, but the woman just pointed to the cum and informed his sister that she had something on her face. "Thank you," Elisabeth said, using her finger to wipe the cum up and push it into her month, sucking her finger just a little too greedily. "You can go next," Nick informed the old woman. "I was just waiting for my little sister." "You're a good brother to think of her," the woman said in passing. "You take good care of her, don't you?" "I try," Nick replied, putting his arm around Elisabeth. His sister was kind enough to wait until the old lady was out of sight before batting his hand away. "I expect you to fulfill you end of the deal," Elisabeth said, quickening her pace to be a couple of steps ahead of her brother and looking back. "We'll discuss the details later." "How'd you do it?" Nick asked, exasperated. "Isn't there a partition between you and the priest? Was it magic?" "Haven't you ever heard of a glory hole, doofus?" Elisabeth replied, skipping merrily, her breasts bouncing in her blouse seductively. "Check it out next time you go to confession. It's a total blast." When mass started, Elisabeth went off to sit with her best friend Amber and her family. Amber was black and born in South Africa. Her parents had moved with her to the United States when she was a small child, and she thought it was funny when people called her an "African American". If there was a runner-up for smartest girl in school, Amber would definitely take the prize. Her test scores were just as high as Elisabeth's and she was good in math and science while Elisabeth excelled most in English and PE. The two of them had such a reputation for being close and for being unapproachable to every other student that there were rumors that they were lesbian lovers. Unfortunately, Nick knew this not to be true. He used to listen outside the door of his sister's bedroom when Amber was over, but never heard anything unusual, just talk about books. Really, really boring. After service, Elisabeth absolutely insisted that Amber stay the night. Amber laughed and replied that she had expected this and had brought her backpack and duffle bag in her parents' car, just in case. Elisabeth smiled and walked with Amber to the car to get her bag, while Susan stayed behind and caught up with Amber's parents. Nick rushed forward to try to grab the bags from his sister and Amber. They snickered at this display of chivalry. Elisabeth wouldn't hand over her bag, but Amber blushed and handed Nick hers, and the two girls walked behind Nick, staring at the way his butt moved while he walked. Nick felt their gaze on his back and his cock burned with desire. He wanted to touch himself terribly, so much so that he could hardly walk straight. He heard the girls behind him giggle playfully and blushed bright red. The walk to the car was the longest trip of his life and the bulge in his pants just wouldn't go down. The ride home was difficult for Nick. His sister called shotgun and left him to sit alone in the back seat with Amber. He held his hands over his crotch to hide his erection from her view. He blushed profusely, but if Amber noticed, she was nice enough not to comment. When they got home, Elisabeth and Amber announced that they were going swimming and ran off to Elisabeth's bedroom to change. Nick walked into his bedroom feeling rather abused. His sister and her hot friend were going to be lounging around the pool wearing hardly any clothing, and he couldn't think of an excuse to join them. Even worse, he just couldn't get his cock to settle down. When he closed his eyes, pictures of Elisabeth's lips encircling the preacher's cock swam before his eyes, and his penis throbbed. He pulled his cock out of his pants and began to stroke it frantically, the images boring into him driving him onward. He saw his sister's bright innocent eyes looking up, seemingly at him, her soft pink lips spread by a plump cock as she sucked merrily, her cheeks swelling as the man's cum began spilling into her. Nick's cock began to pulse, the sweet rhapsody of orgasm beginning to swell in his loins. Black Magick Ch. 03 Nick heard the door open and suddenly his climax was gone, leaving him terribly unsatisfied. He covered himself quickly with a pillow, in hopes that whoever it was couldn't tell that he had been masturbating. "Who...who's there?" Nick asked, and then gasped. Amber was standing next to his bed wearing a pale pink bikini, her eyes fixed on the pillow over Nick's cock, her hands covering her mouth in shock and embarrassment. "Nick, were you just now?! Oh my God! You weren't, were you? I mean, I've never seen before," she said, looking both distressed and interested. The material that covered her breasts and pussy looked like pale blossoms against her soft brown skin. "I don't know what you're talking about," Nick lied, looking away in embarrassment, but his body reacted to Amber's. "You were masturbating just now when I walked in! I...I came to invite you to come swimming with us. Elisabeth says she doesn't mind and I thought we could hang out more...I didn't mean to see anything...I'm so sorry!" Nick laughed nervously. "No, I'm the one who should apologize. I should have controlled myself since there was company over, but I guess I got a little worked up at church. It's not polite to you..." Nick offered gallantly. "I...don't...mind." Amber said, blushing profusely. "Actually, you know, if you don't mind... I would really, really...oh it's so embarrassing. I...I...I want to watch." And then, completely embarrassed, she buried her head in the pillow. Nick's cock grew even larger in response and pressed against her lips through the material. Amber pulled her face away, covered it with her hands and blushed profusely. "I'm sorry!" Nick gasped. "I...I didn't mean to...I couldn't help it." Suddenly, Amber took a deep breath, reached down and grabbed his crotch through the pillow. Nick gasped again. He didn't expect Amber to be so forward. She was so prim and proper at school, he had always thought that she was really shy. But she had reached straight for his cock! Oh, it was almost too much. Amber squeezed the bulge again and Nick cried out. "Oh... Did I hurt you? Do I need to be more gentle?" Amber gasped. "Do you mind if I take off the pillow?" Nick asked, his voice ragged. Amber loosened her grip a little so that she could throw off the pillow without taking Nick's cock with it. The pillow flew through the air, leaving Nick's cock vulnerable and monstrously large against his slender athletic frame. "Oh my!" Amber exclaimed. "I didn't know they could get that big! I saw my brother's cock when was going to the bathroom in the middle of the night and didn't close the door behind him. I wonder if his cock grows to be this big too... Can I watch you stroke your cock?" Nick blushed and his cock seemed to twitch and burn against the cold air of his bedroom. More because he couldn't stand not to than because of Amber's request, his hand quickly encircled his cock and he immediately began to pump as though his life depended on it. Amber watched in awe, her fingers dipping very close to Nick cock and then pulling away as though she were afraid to actually touch him without permission. This was intensely erotic for Nick. He knew he couldn't hold out for very long. As his fist traveled up and down the length of his engorged member he couldn't help but fantasize about Amber's fingers running along its length. It was intoxicating. With a deep breath, Nick forced his hands away from his cock and stared intently at his sister's friend. "Suck it!" he cried, his cock twitching in desperation. "Please, just put it in your mouth. Oh please, I need it so badly!" Amber blushed dramatically but didn't waste any time. She opened her mouth as though intending to swallow a jawbreaker whole and pounced on Nick's cock, nearly knocking him off the bed in her eagerness to oblige. She sucked his cock with hungry, greedy little gulps. It was only half a minute before Nick came, spilling a massive load into Amber's mouth. She opened her eyes in surprise and little teardrops began to swell in her eyes from the bitterness of the cum. Suddenly, the door swung open and Elisabeth appeared, wearing a pink bikini that matched Amber's, her hands on her hips. "So there you are, Amber!" she said hotly. "I've been looking for you for forever. And now I find you in Nick's room! Didn't I tell you that no one was allowed to blow him without my permission?" Nick began to protest, but Elisabeth put up her hand to stop him. Amber couldn't say anything since her mouth was still overflowing with cum and she was somewhat hesitant to swallow. "You have got a mouthful of cum, don't you? You think I'll let you keep it all to yourself? Get over here and give me some." Amber stood up almost reluctantly and walked over to Elisabeth, who grabbed her by the nipple and squeezed. "You've violated the taboo, and right before an important ritual! Now, we'll have to devise an appropriate punishment for you before we can continue." Amber moaned slightly and parted her lips as Elisabeth dug her tongue into her mouth, scoping out tongueful after tongueful of her brother's cum until it was distributed more or less evenly between the two girls. Nick gasped. As both girls swallowed, his cock sputtered, depositing a mess of sticky cum on his white bedspread. "Shit! I didn't know men could be multi-orgasmic," Elisabeth commented. She knelled at the foot of his bed and slowly began to lap up the cum from the bed sheets. Black Magick Ch. 04 Amber went off to the shower to begin her ritual cleaning while Elisabeth sat with her brother in his bedroom as he changed into his swim trunks. Nick was nervous, with his sister's eyes on him like that, and despite getting off twice in the last fifteen minutes, first by getting his first blowjob from Amber and then just from seeing his sister eat his cum out of Amber's mouth, his cock swelled to erection again. "Do you have to stare?" Nick protested, pulling up his trunks in an attempt to hide his bulging erection from his little sister. He succeeded only in making a tent out of his swimsuit. "Oh, come off it," Elisabeth laughed. "I've already seen your cock and I know you think I'm the sexiest thing on Earth. You don't have it hide it from me anymore." Nick blushed. "So... Tell me about this taboo you that Amber violated," Nick said, pulling his drawstring and adjusting his cock in his trunks in a futile attempt to make it fit better. To Nick's surprise, it was now his sister's turn to blush as she covered her face with her hands to brace herself while she spoke. "Amber and I took an oath a month ago when we started doing magick," Elisabeth replied nervously. "We're not supposed to have sex with anyone either of us cares about unless the other one is there to participate. It's a bond that's supposed give us a head start with difficult rituals that require two people. Of course, a proper coven is supposed to have three witches, but two is enough for most sex magick." "Sex magick!" Nick stammered, nearly tripping over himself in his eagerness for information. "You mean you... you... you're having hot kinky lesbian sex with that... That..." he motioned towards the wall that his bedroom shared with the hall bathroom, where Amber was showering. "That sexy creature." "Amber's my best friend and she's smart, so she was the perfect choice for a partner. I do have to admit, I expected her to have a little more self control." Nick turned red, remembering how eagerly Amber had pounced on his cock a short while ago, when she caught him alone masturbating. It was so damn hot! But he didn't like that it made Elisabeth angry with Amber. "What if I join your coven?" Nick asked nervously. "I could be your third witch, assuming men can be witches. Then you could go on with your ritual without having to punish Amber and everything would be ok." "Nice try," Elisabeth replied, absent-mindedly tugging on her bikini bottoms to make them cling more smoothly to her body. "Amber broke the taboo and that won't be erased so easily." She stepped forward and grabbed Nick by the erection. Nick gasped. His sister's touch made his cock burn. He wanted to be fucked so badly that it hurt. "You have some potential, though," Elisabeth whispered seductively in his ear. "And Amber seems to like you. I'll tell you what. Tonight, after you steal Mom's sex toys for me, you can come in and observe me and Amber perform the ritual. If you still want to join us, we'll consider initiating you." Nick's cock twitched. He was being offered every man's dream. Hot sex with two beautiful women at a time! He nearly erupted in orgasm. And tonight, he'd get to watch the two at them have a go at each other! He could hardly wait. "Can I watch you punish Amber?" Nick asked, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. "I feel somewhat responsible." "Of course," Elisabeth said. "You know enough that we don't have to keep it a secret from you." "But what will you do to her?" Nick asked, his brotherly instincts running wild. Could he stand by and let Elisabeth do it if it turned out to be something really awful and violent? "I'd fuck her up the ass with a strap-on, if I had one," Elisabeth replied musingly. "But since I don't, sixty-nine whacks on the ass with a ruler, and then forcing her to go swimming with her bikini stuffed up her pussy sounds like a good idea. Nick nearly soiled himself. He ran to his desk and pulled out the old ruler he used to hide his used tissues. "Use this," Nick said in a ragged voice, handing his sister the implement. Elisabeth accepted it gladly. "You know what, Nick?" she said, tucking the ruler under the side of her bikini bottoms. "I think you're going to be fun to work with." She picked up her things and, grabbing Nick by the hand, stepped outside into the sunlight. Elisabeth set her towel down on the cement near the pool to sun herself while she waited for Amber to join them. Nick was so nervous that he couldn't sit still, so he dived off the diving board and began swimming laps to burn off some of the anticipation. Any fear he had harbored about Amber's punishment was now replaced with the lucid desire to see something so kinky with his own eyes, and the erection in his swim trunks stubbornly refused to dissipate. It felt like ages before he saw Amber walking to the pool, wearing her little pink bikini. Nick was shockingly aware of her body underneath the material of the swimsuit, as though the bikini acted to emphasize the swell of her breasts and cunt. The way she moved her body was both proud and demure, as though she was bracing herself for some difficult ordeal. Elisabeth rose from her towel and walked towards her friend, grabbing her by the breast and kissing her briefly on the lips in a sign of greeting. Nick gasped. It was so hot! He pulled himself up out of the pool by the metal ladder and walked over to the couple, who were engaged in a conversation he couldn't hear. Amber laid herself down on the diving board and Elisabeth slowly began to inch her friend's bikini bottoms down over her ass and down her legs, exposing Amber's soft brown skin to everyone's view. Nick moaned in appreciation of Amber's tight round little bottom. Oh, how he would love to rub his cock against it. Even thinking about it made his cock twitch excitedly. Elisabeth pulled the old ruler out from the side lace of her bikini, handling it carefully as though it was something of great importance. She raised the ruler and struck her partner. The sound of the slap rang across the yard. Amber began to cry out and then covered her own mouth to so that Elisabeth's mother wouldn't hear her. Elisabeth stuck again as Amber writhed uncomfortably. Nick moaned and began fondling his cock. He couldn't help it. It was making him so horny. Elisabeth continued slapping her friend's ass with the old ruler, Amber's brown butt quickly reddening. Nick's cock began to twitch and his balls began to tighten. He gasped for air, counting the blows. 63, 64, 65. It was too much for him. He knew that he was going to cum. He pulled himself quickly up out of the pool and rushed into the bushes, fertilizing the shrubbery with his hot white cum in time with the 69th slap. Nick looked up to see his sister spreading Amber's legs apart and rubbing her clit to get her friend's pussy soaking wet, before starting to stuff her pink bikini bottoms into her. Nick moaned as inch after inch of the material disappeared into Amber's shaved pussy. Finally, the entire article vanished into her filled hole. Amber moaned wildly and Nick's cock hardened again as he began to stroke it frantically. Without missing a beat, Elisabeth unclasped Amber's top and began to insert it also into Amber's pussy. Amber's breasts were slightly larger than his sister's, probably a D cup, while Elisabeth was just a C, and the soft brown color contrasted deliciously with her bright red nipples. Nick squeezed the head of his cock in appreciation. Amber, looking at Nick out of the corner of her eye, gasped suddenly and began to struggle against her punishment, but Elisabeth would not yield. Nick moaned. Finally, simply no more bathing suit would fit inside of Amber's tight pussy, and Elisabeth had to give up, leaving a trail of fabric hanging out like a tail. She pounced on Amber, giving her clit one long lick before toppling off the diving board and into the pool with her. Nick dropped his cock and quickly jumping in after them. If something was going to happen, he wasn't going to miss it! He swam underwater next to Amber and tried to press himself against her naked body, but Elisabeth intervened, wedging herself between the two of them so that her clothed nipple landed on her brother's lips. Oh, that felt so good! Nick began to suck, his teeth nibbling slightly, savoring the sensation of his sister's breast. It was like magic. Elisabeth slapped him gently. It was all underwater, so it didn't hurt, but Nick decided to pull himself out of the pool anyway. He was far too horny to be swimming with girls! Nick heard the sliding glass door close and felt a shiver run down his spine. Shit, shit, shit! He had completely forgotten that his mom was still at home. She had changed into a little yellow dress, which seemed to kiss her thighs as she walked, her hips swaying side to side. Nick moaned. "No time to be drooling!" Nick thought. His mother was carrying a tray of lemonade and heading their direction. Nick's cock slowly began to shrink in his swim trunks. Any moment, his mother would realize that Amber was swimming around naked, with her swimsuit stuffed almost completely into her pussy, and all hell would break loose! She's tell Amber's mom and Amber wouldn't be allowed to see them anymore, plus they'd all be grounded, maybe even sent to a psychiatrist! Nick leapt from the ground. He had to do something! He dashed off to intercept his mother, grabbed the tray from her, perhaps a little too quickly, and told her she ought to go back into the house and watch a movie. If Susan suspected something, she didn't let on. She simply handed her son the tray and went back into the house. Nick felt a little guilty, as though he had disrespected his mother, but he had to hide Amber's state. He watched his mother leave with mixed emotions, enjoying the way her butt swayed as she moved. God, he was turning into a total pervert! He set the tray down on the white plastic table by the pool and called to his sister and Amber, who were both bright red. "That was a close call!" Elisabeth exclaimed, pulling herself out of the pool, the water dripping off her body seductively. "Can you imagine how amusing it would be if Mom saw?" Amber blushed and covered her face with her hands, but since she wasn't wearing any clothing, this modest gesture was awkward and very sexy. Part of her bikini stuck out of her pussy, like a tail between her legs. "You probably should put something on," Nick said, draping a towel over Amber's shoulders protectively. Amber smiled brightly and Elisabeth eyed her suspiciously. Nick took a step back, feeling instantly embarrassed. He didn't want to cause any more discord between his sister and her friend. They all took their lemonade and drank it quietly, consumed with their own thoughts. "Why don't you two go hang out in Elisabeth's room before dinner and while I check on Mom? I'll see if she's suspicious of something," Nick said, suddenly putting down his lemonade glass on the plastic table. "That sounds good," Amber said, slowly drying herself with the towel Nick had handed her. "It would give Elisabeth and me a chance to talk about a couple of things." Elisabeth took Amber by the hand and led her into the house. Nick lagged behind, not really knowing what to do. He felt very horny and oddly let down, as though he had expected something exciting to happen that didn't. "Get a grip," he told himself, straightening significantly and drying himself off with his towel. He had cum watching his sister spank her best friend's ass with his ruler and almost came again while she was swimming around in the pool. The whole thing might have turned into an orgy, if his mother hadn't come and interrupted, but it wasn't by any means certain, so he had no right to feel disappointed. Nick trudged into the house, still feeling strangely dismayed. He thought he heard an odd sound coming from the living room and decided to check it out. Yes, it was definitely the television. Nick supposed his mother had taken his advice and decided to watch a movie. Maybe he could even sit down and watch it with her, that way he could make up for having to mislead her in the backyard. He walked closer to the couch. The noises coming from the TV were sounds of women having sex! His mom was watching porn! And he'd stupidly thought it was some sort of action movie. He crept around the couch, trying to catch a glimpse of the screen without his mother noticing him. He crept a little closer. He could almost see it. Oh, there it was. Standing right behind his mother's head, he saw the image of a woman with a humungous strap-on whipping the ass of another woman, who was on her hands and knees and was ravishing a third woman's pussy with her mouth and tongue. Nick gasped. Susan jumped up three inches and flicked off the TV. "Oh Nick, I thought you were still swimming! What are you doing here?" she said in a would-be calm voice. "Oh. Elisabeth and Amber decided they were done swimming for now, so I thought I'd come keep you company," Nick replied, trying to keep his voice equally steady. "You remembered to dry yourself off properly before going inside, didn't you?" Susan asked sharply. Nick noticed her adjust her skirt and saw, to his surprise, the end of a large green dildo sticking out underneath. The bulge in his swim trunks instantly expanded and he had to take extra care not to slur his words when he spoke. "Of course I did, Mother," he replied evenly. "You know I'm the perfect son." His mother patted him on the head and then gave him a gentle slap on the butt. "Ok. You wander off now, and tell your sister and Amber to wash up. I'll have dinner on the table in half an hour," Susan said, walking off seductively. Nick moaned softly, watching her skirt kissing the back of her legs, thinking about the dildo working its way in and out of his mother's pussy. He found himself wondering what his mother's pussy looked like. Did she shave or trim it, or did she keep it natural? His mother's hair was a soft brown and completely straight, but the hair down there would be curly. Nick mentally shook himself. He was fantasizing about his mother! That had to be wrong. He went quietly back to his room and took a handful of tissues from his desk. He sat on his bed and pushed his swim trunks down past his cock and testicles. He loved his mother, she took good care of Nick and his sister. Even though she sometimes acted like a total bitch, he couldn't help but like her. "Damn, that video was hot!" Nick thought, stroking his cock as he remembered it. It was totally hardcore. Nick would have never thought his mother would watch such a thing. Not Susan Stuart, mother of two, who walked through life as though she had a long, hard stick up her butt. Nick remembered the glimpse of the dildo between his mother's legs and moaned heavily, his pace quickening on his hard cock. Oh, that had been so heavenly! And the feel of his mom's hand on his ass when she had swatted him playfully, had it been his imagination, or had there been a little lust in the touch? Had he really imagined his mother's hand on his bare ass this morning? Or was she really the sort of woman who'd get pleasure from her son's body? Nick squeezed the head of his cock and erupted in orgasm, spilling the contents of his testicles into the clean white tissues. Oh, that felt good! Nick fumbled into his clothing and walked down the hall to his sister's room. He knocked on her door but didn't get an answer, so he eased the door open, and then gasped. Amber was lying on top of his sister, frantically eating her pussy, while Elisabeth spread her friend's butt cheeks apart and was tonguing her hole. Even though he had just come, Nick's cock quickly hardened. He felt embarrassed. "I thought you two would be talking!" Nick said nervously. "I didn't mean to... Um... I didn't mean to intrude." "We are talking," Elisabeth said, turning her head so that Amber's butt collided with her cheek, leaving a large wet spot from all the pussy juices. "You know, not all forms of communication require words. Especially if you know someone well." She stopped talking for a moment to have an orgasm as Amber continued ravishing her pussy. "Mom told me to have you two wash up before dinner," Nick said, trying desperately to ignore the bulge in his pants but absent-mindedly fingering his cock above the waistband anyway. "Gotcha," Elisabeth said and went back to working her tongue into her friend's asshole. She then proceeded to ignore her brother entirely, completely absorbed in her task of eating Amber's ass. It was exactly like watching a porn video. Nick wanted to touch Elisabeth desperately, but it felt as though there was a TV screen between them, an impenetrable wall he was powerless to cross. He listened to his sister moan, the rather slutty noises of pleasure she made as she feasted, and Amber's softer, more pure sounds of intense satisfaction that she emitted as she ran her tongue hungrily along Elisabeth's juicy clit. Nick stroked himself more quickly. He had quite a show. If only he could break through the barrier and touch them, to stick his hard cock in Elisabeth's hole or run it across Amber's back to make her squirm. Oh, it was so irresistible. He pulled his cock out of his pants and began to play with it more actively. He pinched and twisted the head slightly to make his cock pulse with pleasure and slapped his flesh against his hand, pretending that he was striking it against Amber's ass. He stepped an inch closer. It wasn't so hard, all he had to do was reach out and touch them. There was nothing stopping him. He inched a little closer, pumping his cock with his fist, just a little closer. There was a loud knock on the bedroom door and everyone jumped to cover themselves. Nick stuffed himself back into his pants and Amber and Elisabeth struggled to shift their bikini bottoms back into place. Susan opened the door a moment later, as Nick, Elisabeth and Amber tried to act as though nothing had been going on. Mrs. Stuart looked at them skeptically and said simply, "dinner's ready." Then she left. Elisabeth let out a sigh of relief and went to her closet to find a dress to put over her swimsuit. Amber reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of cropped pants and a little tank top that fit snuggly over her bikini. While she was messing with her things, Nick noticed that the contents of her bag included four long, fat candles. Probably for whatever ritual they were planning to perform tonight, he thought with a slight blush. If he managed to go through with stealing his mother's sex toys from her bedroom tonight, he would be invited to observe. Maybe he'd even get a chance for a little action afterwards! The whole family and company ate dinner quietly, each and every one occupied with their own kinky thoughts. Susan's mind was still on the video she had been watching this afternoon and the big fat dildo she still had in her pussy, hidden underneath her skirt. Elisabeth was fantasizing about stripping Nick of his clothing and making him walk into their mother's bedroom. Nick of course was generally horny, and Amber was regretting not getting to swim around naked in the pool longer. Nick, Elisabeth and Amber helped clear the table and wash the dishes and then went off into separate rooms to do homework. Nick was in a state of panic. As he watched the minutes tick by on the corner of his computer screen, the idea of fulfilling his promise to his sister became more and more real to him. Was it really possible to sneak into his mom's room naked and not get caught? He didn't even know where his mother kept her sex toys, though he was now sure that she had at least one. Would Elisabeth let him keep the dildo he'd seen his mother wear today? Black Magick Ch. 04 Nick picked up a wad of Kleenex and quickly jacked off into it. He didn't know for sure if he was more horny or more stressed. When nine o'clock came, Nick flicked off his computer and quietly walked to his sister's bedroom. A quick glance told him that his mother must have gone to bed early. That would mean she'd be asleep, in her bedroom, when he tried to steal her sex toys! This was going to be hard. Nick's cock twitched as he opened the door to his sister's bedroom. He couldn't believe he was actually going to go through with this childish bet of theirs. Why had he agreed to it anyway? He suddenly blushed bright red. Elisabeth had agreed to fuck him if she didn't have enough guts to blow the priest in the confessional this morning. It made his cock stiff just to think about it. Nick entered his sister's bedroom nervously. Elisabeth looked pleased and Amber kept giggling like a schoolgirl, which, of course, she actually was. "Do you want me to take off your clothing, or Amber?" Elisabeth asked, eyeing her brother's body appraisingly. "You sure are sexy," Amber said, blushing softly. "I can hardly wait to watch you walk around naked. "Stop flirting with him. It's not fair," Elisabeth pouted. "I want to know who he really favors." "Uh..." Nick stammered, getting more than a little aroused by the two girls arguing over him. "You know, you can both undress me if you want. It's not like I mind the extra attention." Both girls smiled and began to strip Nick of his clothing. It was the strangest sensation in the world, feeling their hands traveling over his body, exploring it and at the same time leaving him naked and exposed as they pulled, unfastened and unbuttoned, their hands clasping at his groin, neck and nipples. The air felt cold against his naked skin, and Nick was horribly aware of his cock standing out in front of him. "Um... I'm sorry. It just won't go down," Nick sighed apologetically. Elisabeth laughed. "We would have been insulted if you didn't sport a hard-on after the treatment we had given you. Isn't that, right Amber?" Amber nodded, her head bobbing up and down, like a little girl's would if you asked her whether she wanted to go to the amusement park. Nick gasped lustfully, his cock bobbing up and down almost as excitedly. "Don't suck his cock," Elisabeth warned her friend and Amber pouted. Elisabeth spanked her brother playfully on the butt and pushed him out the door into the hallway. It felt strange to Nick, being so wicked in such a familiar place as the hallway between his room and his sister's. He covered himself up as best he could as he made a beeline to his parents' bedroom. Elisabeth and Amber stuck their heads out the door from which he had emerged and snickered playfully, fully enjoying their part in the mischief. Nick glared back at them for making the scheme more trouble than it ought to have been. He crept quietly and inched open the door of his mother's bedroom so he could peer in. His mother was curled up with her knees pushed up towards her head. She was wearing a little white nightgown that barely covered her butt, and he caught a glimpse of the dildo still wedged into her pussy. Nick moaned softly in appreciation. There were definitely less sexy women than his mother. Nick pushed the door open completely and slowly walked forward. Now, if he were his mother, where would he keep the sex toys? It couldn't be just the one in her pussy, could it? No, they were probably under the bed. That's where he used to keep his Playboy magazines before his mother caught him and burned them all. The thought of the centerfolds made him feel warm and powerful. He could do this! He inched closer to the bed and got down on his hands and knees to search underneath. He pulled out a shoe box, which turned out to be filled with nude pictures of his mother, probably from when she was in college. Boy was she hot, with reddish brown hair that trailed down to her buttocks, and a bosom to die for! It was obvious from the way she posed that she really enjoyed the attention of the camera and her body knew a lot about sex. Nick found himself wondering who had taken these pictures. He would die to find himself so close to a woman like that! Nick moaned softly and then quickly covered his mouth. His mother turned over in her sleep, the dildo sliding out ever so slightly from under her nightgown. Nick's cock twitched. He put the lid back on the box with the photos and pulled out another larger container, which turned out to be an old-fashioned hat box. The box at first appeared to be full of pink tissue paper, but Nick quickly brushed that aside and found what he was looking for buried deeper inside. Some of the things he recognized from the Internet: a set of butt plugs, an eight-inch latex dildo, a three-headed vibrator. But a couple of things, like Chinese medicine balls, clothespins, and even odder contraptions, left him bewildered. Now that he found what he came for, he was at a total loss what to do. If he simply stole the toys, box and all, his mother would figure it out and Elisabeth would get into trouble. But if he could somehow carry them off and leave the box, it might take their mother longer to catch on to what had happened. Of course, Susan would find out soon enough anyway, but Nick assumed that his sister had some plan up her sleeve. He quietly pulled the toys out of the box and tried to run for it. But the medicine balls fell to the ground with a high metallic noise that could wake the dead. His mother rolled over again and moaned. Nick panicked, and kicking the medicine balls out the door with him, ran out into the hallway. He stopped in his bedroom to catch his breath so that Amber and Elisabeth wouldn't know he had been frightened. He put the sex toys into an old duffle bag he had used when he went off to summer camp, and began to feel a bit braver. He crept into his sister's room, where Elisabeth and Amber were busy setting up for the ceremony. A series of small white candles covered Elisabeth's dresser and bed stand and the room smelled strongly of incense. Elisabeth snatched the bag from Nick and peered into it, then threw it back in his face. "You're missing something," she said, as though he had stupidly forgotten something on a shopping list. "Where's Mom's green dildo, the one that she was wearing at dinner?" "She's still wearing it," Nick replied, trying to hand the bag back to his sister, but she wouldn't take it. "The deal was, you were suppose to bring me all of Mom's sex toys," Elisabeth scolded him. "No excuses! I want that green dildo." "But I'll never be able to get it!" Nick protested. "She's got it up herself, for crying out loud!" "Just do it," Elisabeth said, giving Nick the evil eye. Nick found himself fantasizing about the sweet taste of his mother's juices on the hard toy and how much fun it would be to try to taste it. He almost moaned like a slut. He couldn't refuse. Nick put the duffle bag over his shoulder and crept quietly back into his mother's bedroom. He quickly fished out the old shoe box with the photographs and stuffed it into his bag before climbing sneakily into his mother's bed. The bed creaked and Nick's breath caught in his throat. The air came out of him in a long silent stream, blowing like a hot jet onto his mother's soft flesh. Nick's cock stiffened. He felt so powerful and so naughty. He could do anything he wanted and his mother wouldn't know. He could put his hand between her soft pussy lips and feel her warm juices an his hands. He could cup her breasts and squeeze her nipples, he could bend his head and stick his tongue into her wet vagina. He stifled a moan and inched closer. Since when had his mother been so damn hot? He moved closer, his head brushing against her shoulder, and slowly began to ease the toy out of her wet hole. Oh! It felt so good! If he wasn't careful, he'd be caught. But if he was careful, ever so careful, it could all be his. Perhaps if he was gentle, he could even manage to place his cock in her, to feel her warmth surrounding him like that, if only for just a second. He could take the place the hard plastic toy he was easing out of her, so temptingly covered in his mother's hot juices. Slowly and tenderly, he brushed back the lock of hair that had fallen onto his mother's face. The toy came free. Nick slowly bent down and kissed his mother on the lips. They were firm and soft and made his body fill with fire. He wanted her! Oh how he wanted her! He gave the toy one quick lick and stuffed it into the bag along with the others. He turned to leave, but then, his mother caught him by the arm. Shit! "What do you have in the bag, young man?" Susan exclaimed, suddenly wide awake. "You'd better not be taking my panties, you little thief!" "No, ma'am," Nick replied nervously. His cock beginning to shrink from fear. "I just lost a bet with Elisabeth and she told me I had to come into your room in the middle of the night. That's all, I promise." "You're not wearing any clothing," Susan said, her eyes adjusting to the dark. "Yeah. They're in the duffle bag," Nick lied. "Elisabeth told me I had to take them off." "You two are so childish!" Susan replied with a deep sigh. "I thought people stopped making stupid bets like that when they graduated junior high." "Yeah, I know," Nick replied nervously. Whatever was going to happen, it wasn't going to be good. "I'll just have to punish you both tomorrow," said Nick's mom, an evil glint in her eye. "No, please, Mom! Don't punish Elisabeth, then she'll know I told you about the bet and she'll get mad at me. Anyway, it's all my fault! It was a stupid bet and I shouldn't have taken her up on it. Please, just punish me!" "Fine," his mother said, with just a little mercy in her voice. "Then I'll punish you, and I'll punish you now." With almost supernatural strength, she threw Nick down onto her lap by the arm and began spanking him like a little boy. "This is going to be our little secret," Susan said, tenderizing the muscular flesh of Nick's ass with her hand. "I told you that if I caught you acting like a pervert, I'd throw you over my knee and spank you until it hurts." Her hand connected with his butt again. "If your sister knew what a little slut you were, she'd never want to talk to you again, so I'm going to do you a favor and not tell her how you moan like a bitch." His mother's dirty words hit Nick as hard as her blows did. He couldn't believe this was the same woman who changed his bed sheets and cooked his dinner. What had happened to that shy, sometimes bitchy woman who cared about the difference between white and pale white laundry? Nick moaned as another slap hit him. He couldn't get his mother's voice out of his head. He gasped and writhed, taking the spanking, humiliated at how much he enjoyed being abused, his cock rock-hard against his mother's lap. He was doing this for his sister's sake, he told himself, but he admitted to himself that this was only half the case. He enjoyed being naughty. He wanted to be dirty. He liked the feeling his sister had been unknowingly helping him cultivate. He really was a dirty slut! He cried out, and Susan covered his mouth with her hand. She smacked him again, and Nick's crotch rubbed ever-so-slightly against her leg. Nick couldn't believe how horny he was getting despite himself. As Susan continued to slap his ass, his cock began to twitch uncontrollably, brought to life by the constant rocking of his body against his mother's flesh. Nick moaned, and despite his best attempts at self-control, exploded all over his mother's bare thighs. Black Magick Ch. 05 Nick's mother, Susan, laughed a cold, mean laugh. "What sort of a perv are you, to get so turned on by your mother's hand on your ass?" she scoffed. Nick blushed a shade of bright red. He had really just made a mess on his mother's lap while she was spanking him?! Maybe she was right, he really was a pervert. That sort of thing just wasn't normal. He must really be the most pathetic kind of horny male slut. He grabbed his duffle bag full of stolen sex toys and hugged it to himself, as though for comfort. His softening cock felt hot and dirty against his mother's bare thighs. He wanted to go to the bathroom and wash the cum off himself, but he was too scared to move. "I'm sorry, Mom! I... I lost control. I didn't mean anything by it. It was... Uh... It was just awkward... You know, I mean..." Nick stammered, almost incomprehensibly. His mother only smiled. Slowly and carefully, he began to ease himself out of his mother's bed, horribly aware of every inch of his naked flesh, which seemed to burn as his mother's eyes covered him, taking him in like a long drink of water. He wanted to dig a deep hole and hide himself in it, but at the same time he knew better than to simply turn tail and run. Susan wasn't the sort of woman to be crossed lightly. Only a couple of weeks ago he had seen her let loose a box of snails in the flowerbed of the neighbor down the street whose dog she had caught peeing in her front yard. His mother stood up and straightened her nightgown. Nick found his eyes lingering on the silky material that covered her soft, round ass. Oh, what he wouldn't give to run his tongue along her crack, to feel his cock against her smooth skin. Nick mentally shook himself. This was his mother he was fantasizing about. Obviously, even thinking such things about her was awful. He watched her set off towards the bathroom, her hips swaying seductively. Oh, he just wanted to grab her and fuck her! He wanted to spread those thick pussy lips apart and give her a real pounding. He wanted her hear her moan, to hear her say his name in ragged breath, to feel her twitch and writhe in his arms. Shit, there he goes again! Nick slapped his own face to wake himself up. He wasn't going to let himself drift into any more kinky fantasies involving his mother. He just wasn't going to go there! He clutched the strap of the duffle bag more tightly. He had done what he had come to do. He had stolen his mother's sex toys. Now that he fulfilled his duty to his sister, she would reward him by letting him watch whatever kinky sex ritual she and her friend Amber were up to. Nick's cock twitched, thinking about the four long, thick candles he had seen in Amber's backpack. They were not among the small candles that burned on all the surfaces of Elisabeth's bedroom. Was it possible that they would be used in the ceremony itself? He blushed, thinking about pumping one of the large candles in and out of Amber's wet pussy as she moaned orgasmically. He reached down and began to stroke his cock. His mother had closed the door to the bathroom and was completely out of sight. But still, he didn't feel right touching himself in his parents' bedroom. He already somehow managed to avoid being punished for leaving a trail of cum all over his mother's inner thigh, so he didn't want to press his luck. There were other, more important things to do! Nick eased the door open, stepped out and closed it behind him, one hand clutching the strap of the duffle bag, the other clamped tightly around his hardening cock. For the life of him, he could let go of either for more than a split second. The door to his sister's bedroom flew open and Amber pulled him inside. She was completely naked, and it was a few of seconds before Nick could pull his eyes away from her large brown breasts to listen to what she was saying. "What took you so long? We heard noise. I was so scared, I couldn't start the ritual until I knew you were safe," Amber whispered. Elisabeth looked a bit nervous, too, but she took the duffle bag eagerly and this time tossed it into the corner without even opening it. Nick was slightly angry, wondering if he'd gone through the trouble of stealing his mother's dildo for nothing. He glanced around the room, taking in all the subtle changes that had been made over the last ten minutes. The bed was covered with a shiny black material, probably garbage bags, clearly intended to keep anything from soiling Elisabeth's pink bed sheets. Someone, probably his sister, had drawn an elaborate pattern of shapes and symbols in white chalk on this impromptu bed spread, and Nick gaped at them in wonder. He had never seen anything as obviously evil looking as these soft white marks against the black background. "I've been up nights trying to find just the right symbols for a ritual like this," Amber said when she noticed Nick staring. "Aren't they beautiful?" Nick stammered. He was excited by the possibility of witnessing sex magick, but part of him was still terrified, and looking at the markings made the feeling a hundred times worse. His cock began to shrivel, as though the blood had been drained out of it. Elisabeth laughed. "Oh, come on, Nick! Stop being such a sissy. There's nothing to be afraid of. Amber and I have everything under control." Nick remembered pulling his sister's body out of the dark chasm that opened in the middle of her bed last night and began to shake all over. Dream or not, that memory left him with enough doubt to terrify him. He pulled himself up straight and tried not to think of it. He was a man after all. He was supposed to be brave. Besides, who else would protect the two girls if something went horribly wrong? "Where should I sit?" Nick asked his sister. She pointed to a chair in the corner next to the closet. Nick felt like some pervert who had paid money to watch two lesbians make out in front of him. This thought embarrassed him, but of course he took the seat anyway. What he was going to watch was a religious experience, he told himself. It was part of an important ceremony, and there was nothing wrong with him being there or even enjoying what he saw. Didn't his homeroom teacher, Mrs. Ferguson, always tell him that it was important to understand about other cultures? Nick blushed bright red. He was sure this wasn't what Mrs. Ferguson had in mind. "Are you ready to begin?" Elisabeth asked her partner. Amber nodded and the two of them mounted the bed. Nick noticed that his sister and her friend were carrying the huge candles in their hands with the same intensity as soldiers in movies carried their guns. The smell of the incense was beginning to affect Nick. He felt very warm and light-headed, his cock swelling to almost a legendary size. Amber lay down on the bed, her back against the black backdrop and her legs spread wide apart, and Elisabeth did the same, their two beautiful cunts almost rubbing against each other. Nick moaned and began stroking his cock, watching their juices leak onto the bed, smearing the chalk symbols beautifully. Each of the girls pushed a foot against the other's pussy and began tracing circles around the clit, increasing the current of sweet nectar flowing freely from their vaginas. Oh, that was hot! Nick sighed to himself. If only he could be there on the bed with them, lapping up the flow before it pooled on the black covering, he thought longingly. If only they would open their legs to him so he could maneuver his cock into them, one and then the other. If only he could feel their warmth surrounding him, making him burn with passion. Suddenly, Elisabeth turned and pounced on Amber's clit, sucking it into her mouth hungrily, making Amber moan and writhe like a porn star. Her pleasure was obviously intense and very real. Amber pushed Elisabeth further into her, almost suffocating her friend with her insatiable desire. Elisabeth moved her head away, her face dripping with Amber's juices, and Nick realized that Amber's pussy had become unbelievably wet. The whole room smelled of sex. It wafted though the air like the incense, threatening to choke them all with horniness. It was so sublime! Nick moaned, taking in the smell more than willingly and loving the way it made every inch of his body come alive. Amber's wet lips hung far apart, as though begging Elisabeth to plant her face between her legs again. Her juices shined temptingly on her thighs and buttocks and her breasts heaved forward, jutting her body forward. Her hand traveled almost unconsciously onto her own clit. Before Nick knew it, Elisabeth had taken a candle and pushed it harshly it into Amber's eager pussy. Amber rocked back and forth, forcing the candle deeper and deeper into her soaking wet hole. The slit of her pussy glistened like a gemstone. Her swollen clit rubbed against the candle, she was so stuffed. Amber moaned and rubbed her breasts frantically. Her little piece of erectile tissue continued to bump repeatedly against the candle wax, giving it an almost metallic shine. Nick felt like his cock would burst from the pleasure. Amber's sex noises were so loud there was no way their mother in her room on the other side of the house wouldn't hear them and walk in and ruin their fun. Nick glanced at the door, as if waiting for it to burst open, but nothing happened. He was almost disappointed. He remembered his mother's beautiful cunt and her soft, smooth legs he had rubbed against as she spanked him, and he found himself absurdly wishing that she would join their little party. The incense was clouding his head, he told himself rationally. That's why he was still absurdly fantasizing about his mother's body. If he had his wits together, he would have known better than that! He laughed stupidly. Elisabeth slowly eased the thick red candle from her friend's pussy, making Amber squeal, her wet hole hanging open and loose, practically begging Nick to stuff his cock into it. Nick looked longingly into the dark gaping opening, surrounded by a smooth trail of moisture. It was irresistible. It was too much! He couldn't stand to sit around and watch any longer. He had to do something! He tried to stand up, but the material of the seat stuck to his bare ass, and the incense and the sex left his feeling too groggy and uncoordinated to extricate himself from the furniture. How come he couldn't move? He had to lick Amber's pussy. He had to put his tongue in her. He had to put his cock in her. She was so horny, she needed him! She wanted him. His ass refused to move from the chair. It was useless. He sat back down to watch, horribly disappointed. But in no time at all, he was spellbound once again, and stared longingly at the two girls on the bed. Was it possible? Nick gulped, feeling like he would explode at any moment. Yes! His sister, his sweet baby sister he had always desired to protect, was rubbing the end of the candle against the entrance to Amber's anus. Nick could hardly believe it. Witch or not, doing something like that to another woman, to Amber! How many nights had he dreamed of this? The candle sunk deeper and deeper into Amber's anus. She gasped, her hands balling into fists and clutching at the mattress beneath the ceremonial covering. Finally, only an inch stood out between Amber's legs, capped by an insanely white wick that protruded from her body like some sort of perverse flower. "Hand me a lighter," Elisabeth said, sticking her hand out to her brother. At once, Nick was free from his chair, and he reached out and grabbed the red plastic lighter from the dresser with the candles. He promptly handed his sister the tool and took his seat again, before he could think of further interference. Elisabeth slowly bent down, ticking Amber's stretched rosebud with her tongue, soliciting a high squeal from her partner. Then, slowly and carefully, she lit the candle. For almost a minute, the Stuart siblings simply stared at the bright fire. The light seemed to have a shocking potency that caught the eye, and the drip, drip, drip of the red wax onto Amber's butt cheeks and inner thighs had a mesmerizing quality. Amber lit one of her candles and, carefully stabilizing the one in her ass with her anal muscles, eased forward to thrust the candle into Elisabeth's waiting pussy. Elisabeth gasped and clutched her breasts, and then began to eagerly rub her clit. As Amber yanked the candle from Elisabeth's hungry pussy, Nick almost came. Without preamble, Amber stuffed the thick candle into her friend's ass, spreading her butt cheeks apart before ever so carefully easing her way back into a lying position. It was almost like a circus act, Nick thought idly. Except the circus had never smelled of pussy juice and incense. Still, the paired witches seemed to have the grace and flexibility of Chinese acrobats. Or maybe it was more like those Hawaiian fire dancers, Nick thought, his head full of clouds and his erection on fire. Why hadn't he come yet? He was stroking himself desperately enough. His cock was harder than it had ever been, but still there was no relief. The climax did not happen. He thought that this was odd, but the smell of the incense would not let him concentrate on any one thought for too long. His attention returned to the ceremony. Elisabeth had just lit her second candle off the one in her ass and was slowly and carefully easing it into Amber's pussy. Amber was obviously very aroused, and was clutching at her large breasts, groping them desperately and pinching the nipples between her fingers. Her pelvis rocked back and forth as Elisabeth thrust the candle into her. Nick's own pelvis was jutting forward as if to mean hers, the pace of his hand becoming maddening. He ought to be getting chafed by now, with how desperately he had been wanking, but somehow his flesh was fine. Was it the magick? He thought of this possibility absently, and then ceased to care. Amber began to frantically stroke her big, juicy clit, and Nick gasped. She was so stuffed! The candle in her butt was already burning down to the point where her skin might soon be in danger, and the one in her pussy had sunken in so deep it seemed like seconds before it would disappear into her entirely. With a great effort, Amber rose up while holding in both candles with her butt and pussy muscles. She bent over from the waist so that she could light the final candle off the one in Elisabeth's asshole before placing it ceremoniously in her friend's pussy. Amber's hair dangled in front of the flame precariously. Nick marveled at her flexibility. Hadn't he heard something about her being on their school gymnastics team? Hot though she was, Amber had always been Elisabeth's friend, not Nick's, and up until recently, his eyes would sort of gloss over whenever she spoke about anything. But that had been before she had taken up magick. Now, Nick watched, totally enchanted by his sister's soft pink lips forming hard little circles as Amber pushed the fat candle in and out her wet pussy. Every instance in and out of Elisabeth's bedroom was an adventure. Nick wanted to fuck his sister, to feel his mouth on the vulnerable flesh of her neck, to feel himself easing into her, to feel his testicles knock against her as he thrust. He wanted to come in her, to have her walk around with his seed buried deep inside of her, and then to steal a pair of her panties with a cocktail of his cum and her juices spoiling the light material. But that was still just a dream. Elisabeth let out a loud cry as an orgasm coursed though her, forcing her to rock and shake as though possessed by the devil. And perhaps, Nick though with a terrible shock, perhaps she actually was! An instant later, Amber came too, and the same thing happened again: the rocking, the shaking, the uncontrollable leg movement. Nick was afraid they'd burn the house down, writhing like that with lit candles sticking out, but they didn't. Nor did the candles burn out, Nick noticed in disbelief. And then the chanting started. Perhaps it was Enochian, like when Elisabeth had been singing in the bathroom the other day, but it was no longer eerily beautiful. It was just downright eerie. It came out of their mouths with venom. At first, it was deep and growling, and then so high it seemed impossible that it was in fact produced by human vocal cords. It oscillated between these two sounds, sometimes picking something in the middle for just a second before changing again. The two girls rocked together, intertwined, as though in the grip of death or ecstasy. Nick could not tell which. They clutched at each other, every once in a while reaching down to fondle a breast or to push a candle in and out of an orifice. It was somehow almost too frightening to be kinky, but Nick's cock refused to shrivel, just as it had refused to spill his load only minutes before. All of a sudden, the chanting stopped and the smell of the incense seemed to fall onto the ground and dissipate. The candles, both the ones on the dresser and those that penetrated the two witches, suddenly were extinguished, and the girls stood up and kissed each other passionately, as though sealing a bargain. Nick's cock suddenly erupted without him touching it, the cum landing on his sister's bare buttocks. She yelped and jumped back, laughing, as though he had hit her with a squirt gun, and Amber proceeded to lick her butt clean, wiping a little off with her finger for Elisabeth to suck. "I'm going to be a part of this," Nick said to himself, glaring at the two excited girls talking happily, apparently completely unaware of their nakedness. "I'm going to have my cock in both of them," he said to the chair he had been sitting on. Elisabeth rolled up the black covering into a tight little roll, revealing the clean bed sheets underneath. The soft pink bedspread seemed almost insanely innocent after the ritual Nick had just witnessed. Almost obscene. The bed was still perfectly made, as though the two girls hadn't been moaning and rocking and getting off on it, sticking lit candles into practically every hole they had! What the devil had they meant to accomplish with that bit of lesbian porn, Nick wondered. "Nick, will you bury this in the yard for us?" Elisabeth asked, interrupting his thoughts and handing him what was left of the black covering with chalk white symbols. "If you bury that in the yard, we'll yet you take a shower with us," Amber added coyly, leaning forward in what must have been a mocking of innocent flirtation. Nick was spellbound. He hated being told to do something as stupid and stereotypically male as taking out the trash by two girls he wasn't even married to. But the prospect of a shower with these two hot women was an adventure he couldn't pass up for anything. He marched off, carrying his oddly shaped magical burden, to which Elisabeth added the four thick red candles as well, for good measure. "Go out by the pool to bury it," Elisabeth instructed her brother. "The elemental water in the pool ought to help counteract the remains of the fire magick." Fire magick? Nick was taken aback, but of course the ritual must have had something to do with fire, why else all candles. Nevertheless, something about the way Elisabeth said it made Nick think she and Amber were up to no good. Nick walked out into the hallway, remembering to put back on his clothing and re-lace his shoes before he left. Even now, at the beginning of summer, it would still be cold outside at this time of night, and Nick had enough of walking around naked for one night. He crept out the back door and continued on to the area of the swimming pool. He felt like he was still naked, still trying to steal his mother's sex toys. But no, that was over. He was going to bury this scary piece of junk beneath the oak tree by the pool, and then he was going to strip off all his clothes and take a hot shower with two beautiful young ladies. Black Magick Ch. 05 Two witches, he reminded himself. They couldn't have been trying to make the school burn down with their fire magick, could they? No way, the two of them were nerds, they actually liked school. Nick shook his head and tried not to scoff too loudly. He was a bit of a dweeb at school too. But what were the two of them up to? Maybe it was something innocuous, like trying to heat up the house to save on the electric bill, or maybe they had simply harnessed fire energy to achieve such and such an end, and the end product would have nothing to do with fire. Maybe it was something as stupid as a study charm for the state math test they all had coming up. He decided not to dwell on it. Fire magick is right, Nick laughed to himself as he dug a hole with a garden shovel to bury the tarp. Those two were red hot. Amber's brown ass and large breasts were to die for, and his sister Elisabeth was just genuinely gorgeous. The way they moaned putting those candles in, it was surprising that he didn't spill his load right then. That was probably because of the ritual, he told himself, patting the dirt down over the tarp. Something about the incense, or something like that, had forced him to hold back, and then just to squirt out like that without rhyme or reason. He returned the shovel to the garden shed and walked back into the house, his body vibrating in anticipation. He wondered if the girls would let him wash their backs. He was disappointed when he walked into the bathroom and the shower was already running. He heard the girls giggling behind the shower curtain and could make out the vague shape of their hands frantically soaping each other. Amber reached out and pulled Elisabeth to her, kissing her roughly on the lips, and then Elisabeth climbed up on the rim of the large bathtub to spread her legs apart so that her friend could snake her talented tongue into her juicy slit. They had lied to him! They hadn't waited for him, they probably didn't want him at all. They probably thought he was too much of a dweeb. Either that, or they were far more lesbian than bi. Nick remembered his sister blowing the guy in her bedroom the other night, the way her lips so expertly encircled his cock and her tongue snaked around the head. Surely no lesbian would suck a cock that way! And hadn't Amber given him a killer blow job just yesterday? No, he must just be too much of a dweeb. After all, two experienced women like that ought to be able to spot virgin a mile away, and Nick, off course, was still a virgin. He pulled off his pants and began stroking his cock. Since when had masturbation become a security blanket for him? He hadn't stopped sucking his thumb until only a few years ago, and ever since then, he had been tugging his weenie instead. What the hell was he doing, drifting off into his thoughts with a hot show like that in front of him?! Getting off so many times must have been affecting his brain. He already had seen both Elisabeth and Amber naked even before the ritual, but somehow not quite seeing them though the flowered shower curtain was even more erotic. He could make out the basic shapes of their arms their breasts and their legs, but his mind was free to make up the details, and Nick was beginning to find that he had a very active imagination. From the position of Amber's darker-skinned hand on Elisabeth's fair bottom, Nick realized that Amber must be slowly fucking his sister up the ass with her fingers. How many of her fingers did she have in there? One? Two? The whole hand? It was impossible to tell, and not knowing drove him closer to the shower. Amber's hand moved forward, and Nick thought a finger or two must have slipped into his sister's wet pussy. Yes, just there. Elisabeth arched back and began to slowly ride her friend's fingers, emitting small, muffled cries of pleasure. Oh, my! Elisabeth's pace on her friend's hand quickened, her own hand reaching down between her legs to frantically rub her clit. Oh, it was incredible. Finally, Elisabeth came, twitching around Amber's fingers. Then, as the sensation subsided, she pulled Amber's hand out of her ass herself and turned to kiss her partner roughly on the mouth. It wasn't long before Elisabeth's hand found its way to her friend's clit, where it danced happily, lubed up by the soap bubbles. Amber arched her back until he was making a bridge, her dark hands pressed hard against the pink shower tile. She kicked a leg up and coiled it behind Elisabeth's head, pressing her clit further into Elisabeth's grasp. Boy was she flexible! Elisabeth lowered her head so that it met the hand on Amber's clit and pushed her pussy wide apart with her fingers, making Amber's pink slit show hazily through the shower curtain. Suddenly, she inserted her tongue deep inside Amber's hole. Amber's hand slipped a little on the tile and Nick was afraid that she would fall, but her hands simply slid lower down, making her arch further into his sister's mouth. Amber gasped as Elisabeth's tongue plunged deeper, then pulled out all at once. She squirmed as Elisabeth nibbled gently on her clit. She moaned and began to retaliate, clutching at Elisabeth's breasts and pussy, but Elisabeth would have none of that! She wanted to be the one in control. Her touch on her friend's body grew wilder, more forceful. Amber shook. Nick couldn't tell whether it was in climax or not. Amber's face seemed to be screaming, and then suddenly it wasn't. She reached out and stroked the side of Elisabeth's face and neck. In response, Elisabeth began to toy with her friend's body more slowly and delicately. Nick could almost feel the affection that the two girls had for each other. It made him jealous. But for now, all he felt capable of doing was watching. Amber quickly grabbed her partner's pussy as though racing her for dominance. Elisabeth lapped at Amber's pussy like a wild animal at the water hole and seemed unperturbed by her friend's weak struggles. Was it only his imagination or was the room getting darker? Nick looked up at the ceiling light. The bulb seemed fine. But the room felt colder too, like something was sucking the life out of it. He looked at Elisabeth, who was still clutching at Amber's cunt and wildly trying to pleasure her. There was something different about her. Something more sinister. It made him think of yesterday night when he pulled her from the bed sheets, naked, as though rescuing her from the clutches of the abyss itself. Maybe that wasn't a dream. Now that he thought about it, maybe Elisabeth had been acting a little more evil since that incident. She wasn't as kind or forgiving as she had been. She had punished Amber for basically nothing, and made him steal sex toys from their mother's room. She must be possessed! Hadn't the priest at school been talking about the connection between possession and behavioral changes during school mass recently? Oh, he was probably just jumping to conclusions. Elisabeth was a good girl, she was just under a lot of stress recently because she had gotten the idea into her head that her father didn't notice her. Their father didn't notice anyone! That's why he spent most of his time in New York. There was nothing personal about it. Dad was just a workaholic. He never lifted his nose from the grindstone long enough to notice anything. Amber convulsed in orgasm and Elisabeth seemed to return to normal. The two girls went back to simply showering. Elisabeth washed Amber's back before turning so her friend could return the favor. Nick didn't know what else to do, so he stood his ground and waited for the girls to get out of the shower. "How long have you been standing there, Nick?" Amber asked pleasantly. She reached out and began patting herself dry with a clean white towel. "We said that you were welcome to join us as soon as you buried the you-know-what! There was more than enough room in the shower for the three of us." "You seemed to have been having enough fun by yourself," Nick observed, perhaps a little too sharply. Elisabeth stepped forward, glaring at Nick. He winced involuntarily, as though she had slapped him. "The whole wide world doesn't revolve around you that that cock of yours, you know." Elisabeth chided, her hands on her hips. "Yeah, you've got a nice cock and yeah, it's really fun to eat your cum. But sometimes, a gal just wants to have a little fun by herself. It's nothing to get so high and mighty about." "That's a bit harsh," Amber began to protest, but Elisabeth put a hand up to silence her. Amber looked like she wanted to light her friend on fire with her gaze, but she shut up and let Elisabeth continue. "Go away, Nick," Elisabeth said evenly. "You can be one of us when you become a man." Nick bolted from the bathroom and ran into the bedroom. He wanted to cry into his pillow case, like a little girl, but instead he grabbed a wad of tissues and angrily jacked off into it. So, Elisabeth wanted him to be a man, did she? He'd show her how much of a man he was. He pounded his spent cock against his palm. A moment later, sleep crept up on him, and he dreamed of hitting baseballs with a hickory stick. That night, a fire at their father's office in New York burned it to the ground. Black Magick Ch. 06 Nick and Elisabeth's mother, Susan, got the phone call at 7:06 in the morning from the New York City authorities, informing her that her husband's business had gone up in flames due to an electrical short circuit. No one had been injured in the incident. Their father called only a few minutes later, explaining that he intended to work from home while the arson investigators sorted out things with his insurance company. Susan breathed a deep sigh of relief. Her heart had been threatening to burst out of her chest from the moment she heard the officer's voice on the phone, but now everything was all right. It was more than all right! Her husband was coming home. If she had known that a little fire would be enough to accomplish such a miracle, she would have hired some vagabond to torch the old place ages ago. Nick eyed Elisabeth suspiciously, but she wore one hell of a poker face. At least Amber had the decency to look a little bit shocked. Everyone was acting like his father coming home was a good thing. Who wanted to see that pompous asshole, anyway? The moment he got one of his crazy business ideas, he was completely incapable of paying attention to anything else. It pissed Nick off that his family owed their considerable fortune to his father's seemingly crackpot ideas. "Ok, kids, hurry up and get into your uniforms or you'll be late for school," Susan said, her voice unusually excited. "I'll have breakfast on the table in five minutes. I expect you all to be dressed and ready by then." "Yes, ma'am," they all said, and set off back towards their bedrooms. Along the way, Amber grabbed Nick by the hand and pulled him into the living room, away from his sister. "Have you noticed something weird going on with Elisabeth?" Amber asked him when they were out of hearing distance. "She's been acting a little meaner than usual." Nick didn't know how to respond. Last night, he had thought that is sister was possessed by some sort of demon, but it felt weird to say something like that in the daylight. Nick took a deep breath and, to the best of his abilities, explained to Amber the series of strange events that had led up to him pulling his sister, arms first, from the dark chasm of her bed. Amber looked outraged. "She tried to perform a spell like that all by herself?!" she exclaimed, nearly spitting in Nick's face. "Damn! Now look at the mess I'm going have to go through to clean up after her." "What are you talking about?" Nick asked, completely bewildered. "Was that phantom thingy that molested me in my bedroom really my sister's work?" Amber nodded. "Hey guys, what are you jabbering about?" Elisabeth called from the hallway. We only have five minutes to dress, and I have something special planned." She took a step back into the living room and grabbed Nick by the hand. Nick grabbed Amber by the wrist, and so they were all pulled into Elisabeth's bedroom. Nick's sister threw him his uniform, which consisted of a pair of black pants, with a white dress shirt and a plaid tie. "Before you put that on, I have a little surprise for you," Elisabeth said, picking up the duffle bag that held their mother's sex toys. She pulled out a moderately sized butt plug and presented it to Nick. "Part of your training," she said casually. "So you'll be able to do sex magic with us." "You mean you want me to stick that thing in my ass?" Nick said, taking a step back away from the two girls. "Fine, a trade," Elisabeth said, taking a nine-inch, very phallic dildo out of the duffle bag. "You keep that plug in your ass throughout the school day, and I'll keep this in here." She tugged her panties to the side and pulled her inner lips apart to show Nick her pussy, tracing her finger around the opening so that she knew his cock would be swelling in his pants. "I want to have something too!" Amber said breathlessly. "Don't worry, there's a dildo in there for you as well," Elisabeth said tossing her friend a toy. "So what do you say, we'll each hide a toy up ourselves and make school a little more interesting today." "I'm definitely up for that," Amber replied gaily. "Fine, I'll do it but on one condition. Neither of you two are allowed to wear panties under your skirt," said Nick. "Fine," Elisabeth replied, snaking her cotton panties down around her ankles so she could step out of them. The white material got all twisted and balled up, and something about the panties lying there made Nick incredibly horny. Amber took hers off too, and Nick nearly exploded from delight. It was just that sexy. Both girls quickly stuffed the massive dildos up themselves, thrusting them in and out a couple of times until the toys began to make a sloshing sound inside them. "Ok, now your turn!" Elisabeth said, getting out a bottle of hand lotion that smelled oddly of cherry blossoms. "You're not using that stuff on me!" Nick protested, trying to keep his ass as far as possible from the girly scented lotion. "People will smell it on me and think I'm gay." "Then you'll have to do without," Elisabeth snapped. "All my lotion is girly scented, it goes with being a woman!" "We have 'baby's bottom' or 'nature's crush' in the bathroom if you'd rather have one of those," Amber suggested. "Believe me, you don't want something that big in your ass without some sort of a lubricant." "Fine. I'll let you use that terrible stuff on me," Nick conceded. "I've never had anything up my ass before, though." Elisabeth snickered. "I didn't think you had," Amber said calmly. "That's why this is going to be so much fun!" Nick felt embarrassed that his sister was laughing at him and even more embarrassed that she had once again convinced him to do something so stupid and kinky. How come she suddenly had that sort of power over him? Was it her magick? Or was it something else? "Bend over and spread your legs apart," Elisabeth said, pushing her brother down and spreading his legs apart for him. Nick tried to protest, but it seemed meaningless. He had given his word, after all. "Make sure you provide some resistance as I slide the butt plug into place, it works better that way," Elisabeth said. Elisabeth lubed up the toy, making a crude pumping motion on the silicon, as though she were giving the plug a hand job. Amber lubed up three of her fingers and slowly began easing them into Nick's ass to prepare him for the toy, then, a little more quickly, she began to move her hand in him, pumping in and out. Nick groaned as Amber pushed into him. He felt stretched and full, and his ass burned. "Please stop," Nick begged. "I don't think I can take it anymore." "Relax a little and push against my hand," Amber instructed calmly. "That will make it hurt less. It won't be long until you begin to enjoy the motion. It's supposed to stimulate the prostate or something in men." "And I'm supposed to like that?!" Nick exclaimed, failing to relax but pushing against the fingers in his ass with every fiber of his being. His cock grew hard, and despite himself, he found that he liked being used so completely. "Ok. That's enough," Elisabeth said, standing in front of Nick holding the lubed toy ready. "He's warmed up enough. We'd better get this toy in him fast, so we can get dressed before Mom comes to check on us." Amber pulled her fingers out of Nicks butt quickly, making him groan rather loudly. She licked them, too. That made his cock twitch. Slowly, he began to feel the toy slide into place. It was slightly painful, not so much a burning sensation like with the fingers, but a cold prickly pain, like he had been penetrated with an icicle. The feeling quickly became so intense that he could feel it in his teeth, and it threatened to overtake him completely. "No, I take it back. I can't handle it!" Nick gasped, trying desperately to grab the plastic of the plug between his legs and pull it from his rectum. He felt Elisabeth's bare, dildo-filled pussy rub against his cock through her nightgown, her soft skin making his erection tingle with delight. He felt her warm slit and gasped. The head of his cock was poking between her pussy lips and rubbing her clit softly. Oh, it was so wonderful that no sensation on Earth could compare. If only he could squeeze in next to the toy and pound his way in and out of her, make her squeal and writhe in pleasure, feel himself come inside her, leaving his mark in her, and then, ever so slowly, slide out when the job was done. There was nothing else in the world that mattered. "The plug's all the way in," Elisabeth said, pulling Nick's cock from her and giving it an appraising sort of squeeze. "I see your cock's as plump and juicy-looking as usual." She slapped his butt. "Come on," Amber said, pulling her nightgown over her head and putting on her school blouse. "Don't you remember? We've got to get ready." Elisabeth grabbed her shirt from the bed and began to dress also. "Whoever made these shirts didn't realize that girls our age have breasts," she said, buttoning the top button. "I always feel like I'm about ready to burst out of mine." "Me too," Amber said. "Honestly, the designer was either a delusional prude or some sort of freak pervert." "I always thought they looked nice," Nick interjected, putting on his dress pants and tucking in his shirt. "That's because you don't have to wear one," Elisabeth said, a little cross. "It's rather uncomfortable." "Nick, are you in there with your sister?" their mother called from outside the door. "You know, breakfast is ready." "I'll be right out, Mom!" Nick shouted, pulling on his socks and forcing his feet into his tennis shoes. "I just needed to pick up a notebook I forgot in here." The two girls struggled to fix their hair and straighten their knee-length skirts, and then they all stumbled out of the bedroom feeling as guilty as if they had been caught tangled up in an orgy. At breakfast, Nick could tell that the everyone was still a little tense about the fire. His mom had a strained smile, which she showed everyone in between her bits of oatmeal, and Elisabeth seemed oddly tired and wasn't wolfing down food at her usual rate. Nick looked into himself and realized that he was nervous too. He had a cold, grey mass in his stomach, as hard as a rock, which could only be called tension. But he was probably the only one in the family that wasn't looking forward to his father's return. "I'm going to go grab our bikes," Nick said, running off towards the garage and leaving his plate half cleared. "I'm pretty sure there's a spare for Amber, but it needs its tires pumped up." "But you haven't eaten your breakfast," Susan protested, her eyes narrowing slightly as though she were calculating something. "I'm too nervous to eat anyway, with the fire and everything, and I don't want to be responsible for making the girls late for school." "How chivalrous of you," Susan said with only just a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "I'll be out in a minute to help you out." Nick blushed a shade of deep red. Elisabeth and Amber stuffing dildos up their pussies had reminded Nick of a porno he had watched, where a girl got off nearly a hundred times riding an exercise bike equipped with a thrusting phallus. He was more than eager to see the girls' bare cunts bouncing up and down on bicycle seats. "It's ok, Mom, I think I know how to inflate a tire," Nick said, scraping his leftovers into the garbage can and setting his plate in the sink. He went off to the garage, his mother watching his butt move back and forth as he walked. Nick had just located the old hand pump and was fastening it to the inner tube when his mother came in from the kitchen. She closed the door behind her quietly, a menacing and seductive expression on her face. Nick felt oddly vulnerable. His mom's eyes were focused intently on the back of his dress pants, and he could feel his cock begin to expand against the crotch of the material. "I'm almost done, Mom," Nick said, hoping his mother wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants. It was bad enough that he had left a mess in her lap when she had spanked him last night. He didn't want his mom to know he got a tremendous hard-on just from being in the same room with her. He didn't want it to be true, for crying out loud! She was his mother, and the thought of wanting to have sex with her gave him the creeps. Susan walked over to where Nick was pumping up the bicycle tire. She knelt down to get a better look, her breasts rubbing shamelessly on her son's back. Her nipples were hard against the soft material of her silk shirt. Nick almost groaned, but had enough will power to keep himself from making any noise. His cock twitched in his pants and his heart began to race. He couldn't let his mom find out how horny she was making him. He just couldn't! He took a deep breath and began pumping. He focused really hard on the bike tire, but still he felt like he was doing something terribly dirty, like giving another man a hand job. Eew! His mom's leg brushed against his and her hand went to his ass, cupping it forcefully. Nick felt his mom's finger wedge into his butt crack and push the toy deeper into his body. He shuddered. "I see you did steal my sex toys," Susan cooed in his ear, her breath tickling his skin. "I hope you are enjoying them. I myself am partial to the medicine balls." Nick felt an involuntary shiver run down his spine. It was so scary to hear his mother talk dirty to him, yet so arousing. "Mom, I need to go to school," Nick protested unconvincingly. "I don't have time for games." "Since when have you been so worried about school?" his mother laughed. "I'd hate to think that my son didn't know how to have a good time." She pushed on the plastic toy through the seat of his pants. Nick jumped up as he felt the toy in his ass going deeper again. It felt hot and his head was fuzzy, like it had been while Elisabeth and Amber had been pounding away at each other with candles last night. The sensation was delicious. He desperately wanted more. He felt his mother's breath on his face and opened his eyes to see her open mouth in front of his, trying to lure him to kiss her. Her bright red lipstick reminded him of blood, fire and passion. But how could he let himself do this? But then again, how could he resist? Her lips were so full and so tempting. The warm breath on his lips was driving him crazy. He wanted to open his lips, to grab her mouth and kiss it roughly, to put his tongue in her. To feel the sensitive skin of her neck and chest against his lips. Nick pounced, his mouth finding hers. His hands found their way under her blouse, to the tender flesh of her breasts, and he toyed viciously with her hardening nipples. She moaned into his mouth, making him feel like he was going to collapse. He wanted her so badly. He nearly tore off her shirt in his eagerness to feel his mouth on her breasts. Her skin was so cold and so delicious. Nick's tongue ravished her nipple, teasing it while he tugged at it with his teeth, making his mother moan in pain and pleasure. He pushed her to the concrete floor and straddled her, his hands slipping down beneath her skirt, pulling her thighs apart trying to reach her pussy. He wanted to see it again, like he did when he had stolen the dildo straight from inside of her. He wanted to see if it was still so beautiful and oddly alluring. He wanted to pull her panties aside, to tear them away from her body so that there would be nothing between them. He wanted to explore her body with every inch of his. To taste her, smell her, feel her. "Oh, Nick!" his mother moaned. "I knew you had what I wanted." Nick felt the familiar shiver run down his spine and awoke, as though from a spell. He took a step back, mildly ashamed of himself but overwhelmed with his new discovery. He could have his mother, any time he wanted. He could get into her bed, like he used to do when he was little, except this time she wouldn't pet his head until he fell asleep. She would spread her legs for him. And he would enter her, feel her pussy muscles milking him as he thrust in and out of her. She would moan for him, writhe for him, come for him. The thought was intoxicating. Suddenly, Susan stood up and began straightening her clothing, as though nothing had happened. A few seconds later, the garage door opened and Elisabeth and Amber walked in. Nick's sister eyed him suspiciously for half a second, and then the expression was gone and it was as though it had never been there. "Sorry to bother you, Nick, but you don't mind if Amber and I go ahead of you, do you? It's taking forever for you to get that bike tired pumped, and I've got something important I want to discuss with my homeroom teacher before class." "Go right ahead," Susan said as though Elisabeth had been addressing her instead of Nick. "Your brother has a couple of chores around the house that he needs to catch up on. I'll send him after he's finished." Elisabeth mounted Nick's bike, leaving her own pink one with tassels to Amber, who liked girly things better than Elisabeth did. Nick caught just a glimpse of her smooth pussy lips, stretched by the large dildo, as she sat down on the seat. Oh, what he wouldn't give to get his hands on that juicy clit of hers! Nick was willing to bet good money she would get off at least twice on her way to school, the way she massaged her pussy against the bicycle seat. The moment the two girls were gone, Susan grabbed Nick by the hand and led him into the kitchen. She sat down on the white chair with her legs spread and pulled her white underwear to the side. Nick's mouth went slack. He had almost convinced himself that when his mother spoke of chores, she wanted him to weed the flower bed or chlorinate the pool. But she had obviously meant something else entirely. "Eat my pussy," Susan ordered, her voice rough and affected. "I want you to make me come. If you do a good job, I'll forgive you for stealing my toys and maybe there will be a little fun for you later on." Nick gasped. His mother's pussy was so pink and juicy. And she was so open, so willing for him to touch her. His cock twitched. "What are you waiting for?" Susan asked, circling her finger around her clit, making a drop of nectar drip absently from her damp hole. "Don't you know you're grounded until I'm satisfied? What sort of mother would I be if I didn't take that little perversion of yours into my own hands?" She beckoned to him with her juice-covered finger. Nick crept forward nervously. He was cornered and there was no turning back. If he did this, then he would be a pervert. Any sense of propriety he had would be stripped from him. But there was no other option. The last few days seemed to be leading up to this moment, the moment in which he would finally give in to his dark desires. He knelt down between his mother's legs and tentatively ran his tongue along the inside of her left pussy lip. Her juices tasted wonderful. Why hadn't he done this years ago? Her skin was so soft, he could hardly stop caressing it with his fingers. Nick spread Susan's lips apart to get a better view of the inside. He fondled her clit lovingly and pushed a finger into her vagina, wiggling it around so that she moaned in delight. "I've never eaten pussy before, Mom," Nick said from between her legs. "I'm sort of nervous." "Just relax and enjoy yourself," Susan replied, pushing her son's head a little closer into her sopping wet pussy. Nick felt his nose bump against his mother's clit. He couldn't see anything because her crotch was in the way, and her juices were covering him so completely he felt like he was going to drown. Nick's tongue shot out of his mouth and his jaw began to move frantically, as though he had to get his mother to orgasm before his air ran out. Black Magick Ch. 06 He nibbled softly at her clit. He snaked his tongue into her wet hole. His mother moaned and writhed, her legs, wobbling dangerously on the chair in which she was sitting. Her stomach muscles clutched tightly, making the sensation in her pussy stronger, and she thrust her hips to push herself deeper into her son's hungry mouth. Nick gasped, pulling free from Susan just long enough to catch his breath and wipe some of her juices off his face before diving back to pleasure her some more. He pulled her labia apart with both hands to open her to him more and drove a couple of fingers into her wet opening. He moaned into her clit when her pussy muscles began to squeeze his fingers. A fire in his stomach told him that his cock would be getting the same treatment if he played his cards right. Nick's cock was rock hard and so desperate for attention, it hurt. He found himself rubbing his pelvis against his mother's legs as he continued to eat her out. She was so wet now. Nick had to take little breaks to catch his breath, every ten seconds or so, to keep from drowning in the nectar that was flowing from his mother's hole. Each time he would pull away, his mother would grab his head and push him back into her, whimpering, "just a little more, just a little more." The thought of his mother coming made Nick unbelievably horny. And to think it was his mouth, his tongue that was pleasuring her. He had never thought it possible to have such control of another person. But here was his mother, desperate for his attention, her entire body coming alive with his every touch. She seemed to sway with him, to moan with him. It was better than anything he had ever imagined possible. His mom began to convulse, and in his eagerness to give her an incredible orgasm, Nick plunged his tongue deeper into her body, but his movement went awry and knocked both of them onto the floor. Nick, unperturbed, straddled his mother's waist, his cock poking ever-so-slightly between her drenched pussy lips. Nick was on fire. He kissed Susan's mouth wildly, making her taste herself on his lips. He clutched at her breast through her blouse and tore at the buttons, sending pieces flying. Nick ripped off his dress pants, and his cock stood straight in front of him. His mother's mouth hung open. She was panting as though she had run a six-minute mile. Nick kissed her throat and her neck, before traveling lower, so that his tongue could flick ravenously at her erect nipples. He pressed himself closer and began to whisper in her ear, his cock threatening to push into her. "Please, Mom," Nick gasped desperately. "I... I want to fuck you." He pressed his cock even deeper into her. Nick didn't think he had ever been so horny before in his life. He wanted to be in her. He wanted to feel Susan surround him, to have her muscles squeeze his cock the way they had squeezed his fingers. But she had to tell him it was okay. If she told him to do it, it would all be all right. He would be a dutiful son, complying with his mother's dark request. It wouldn't be his responsibility. "Please, Mom," he begged, his cock bumping softly against her clit, making Susan whimper in pleasure. "Not yet," his mother gasped, sitting up slowly and kissing her son's forehead, as if to comfort him. "Unless you cool down a little more, all you'll manage to do is cum in me. What I want is a long, hard ride." That made Nick's cock throb. He almost came on the spot thinking about a marathon fuck with his super-hot mother. Still, he desperately wanted to fuck, right now. "Oh please, Mom," he begged one more time. "I'll try to hold back. I promise I will. I don't think I can take it any longer." His mother laughed and pounced on him, pinning him so that his stomach pressed into the white kitchen floor. His cock felt oddly hot and engorged against the cold tile. Susan spread his legs apart and began to tug on the toy in his ass. Now it was Nick's turn to writhe and moan. The sensation in his ass was so strong he felt like he would burst. All at once, the toy came free, leaving Nick's ass feeling oddly but blissfully empty. His mother put the toy to her nose and took a deep breath. "You've been stealing your sister's lotion," she said, her voice full of deep satisfaction. "I knew you were a horny son of a bitch. I wonder, if I spank you again, will you come all over my kitchen tile? Last night, I was nice enough to clean your mess up for you, but you are a grown boy. If you get the kitchen floor dirty, I'm just going to make you lick it clean." "Oh no, Mom!" Nick whimpered into the tile. "That would be too dirty!" "Are you insulting my housekeeping?" his mother asked, pulling his legs roughly apart and threatening to thrust a finger into his ass. "No, ma'am," Nick said quickly as the finger began to drive into him. "You're the perfect mother. No one could ask for a better one." His mother smiled and creased his buttocks lovingly. "And you are very good at kissing ass," she laughed. "I don't much care for housework, really. I'd go out of my mind if I didn't get a good fuck in every once in a while, and that muscular little butt of yours looks tasty." Nick gasped. His mother was so dirty. How could it be possible? It just didn't seem to fit. His mother, a nympho? Surely not his mother. She was so upright, so proper. Yet she watched porn. She cooked dinner with a dildo wedged tightly in her pussy. She had taken her grown son and thrown him over her knee and spanked his bare bottom until he came all over her. Nick felt his mother's tongue on his butthole. It tickled like crazy, but it felt insanely good. He felt her tongue push into him, as though testing his hole. He gasped, and his hard cock twitched against the white tile. If he didn't control himself, he would come and his mother would force him to get down on his hands and knees and lap the whole mess up. He couldn't do that! He couldn't let himself. It was too dirty, like something out of a hardcore gay porno. He wouldn't let himself be that dirty. His mother began to fuck him with her tongue, pushing in and out of him ruthlessly. It felt so good. It made his balls and cock simply itch for attention. If only her tongue would travel a little lower. If only she would suck on his balls. If only she'd put his cock in his mouth. He whimpered from pure frustration. Why was his mother teasing him so much? Was it punishment for stealing her sex toys? Or was she simply having a good time keeping him so helplessly horny without relief? He wanted to come. He wanted to come so badly. Even if it meant that he wouldn't get the chance to fuck her. Even if it meant he'd leave this encounter still a virgin. He was so horny that it actually hurt. He needed to come! He needed to! But he couldn't bring himself to soil the clean white tile. "Mom, please, you're torturing me!" Nick gasped. "I can't take anymore! Please, I need to come. Don't make me come here, where we eat breakfast, please don't make me lick my sperm off the floor. Come on, aren't you supposed to be merciful? I'm your son! Please don't abuse me like this." "Oh, you're such a crybaby," Susan said, gently playing with her son's testicles. "You never let me have any fun. I swear, you've always been a wimp." "Mom, please don't tease me anymore. Oh please, don't! Didn't I eat your pussy for you like a good boy? Haven't I been good to you? Please don't make me hold out! I can't do it!" Susan laughed. "Ok, ok, I'll be nice to you." She leapt up to standing and then extended a hand to help Nick up. "How about a compromise. We'll go into my bedroom so you can fuck me properly, but then when you're done, I want you to lick the cum from my pussy. Do you think you can handle that?" "Yes, ma'am," Nick said, smiling brightly. He really liked where this was going. Why hadn't he fucked his mother ages ago? She was so hot and so willing. Susan led him to her bedroom and laid down on her bed with her legs apart, inviting him to climb on top of her. Nick was very nervous. It was his first time having sex, and he wanted it to go well. He wasn't sure his body would know what to do. What if he came too quickly, or not quickly enough? What if she didn't like it? Would she be mad? All these thoughts were coursing through his brain, threatening to overpower him. He mentally slapped himself. Hadn't he heard that performance anxiety was one of the biggest problems guys had with sex? He was going to be a man! He braced himself on his right elbow and began to ease his cock into his mother, using his left hand to press himself into the entrance of her pussy. His mother moaned softly as he plunged into her. Her body surrounding his cock was every bit as good as he had imagined it. Her muscles clutched at him from the first moment he made his way into her. Nick shook and shivered, forcing himself not to come. He was going to savor the moment, he wasn't going to just spill his seed and exit like he had no clue how to fuck. He had watched porn videos. He had read books. He had even gotten a blow job, just yesterday. It wasn't like he was completely innocent! It took Nick a almost an entire minute before he would bring himself to begin thrusting, and when he did, he eased forward slowly, making sure he could maintain control. Susan moaned like a whore. It almost drove Nick over the edge. Even now, with his cock slowly plunging in and out of her, he couldn't believe that he was actually fucking his mother. As Nick grew more confident, his thrusts became faster and deeper. He was beginning to really enjoy himself. He was fucking his mom, the hot woman who watched hardcore porn and walked around with a dildo wedged up her pussy. He was having the time of his life. Every single thrust sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. Nick bent down and kissed his mother on the breast. He couldn't quite bring himself to kiss her on the lips as though they were casual lovers. He sucked at her nipples with feverish desire. His mother's hips began to rock up to meet his movement. He kissed her roughly on the neck, hungrily taking in the taste of her skin. "Oh Nick, you sure know how to fuck," Susan moaned. "Oh, oh, oh," was all that Nick could reply. He was pounding his mother so hard that his balls were slamming against her. "Oh, Nick! Oh!" his mother whimpered, her hips knocking against his as they continued their mad copulation. Susan sat up and kissed Nick on the lips, his cock still buried inside of her, pinning him backwards onto the bed. "I think you're ready to give me my long, hard ride now, mister," she laughed seductively, clutching at her own breasts as she rode his cock. Nick was already very, very aroused, and now him mom wanted to make him hold out even longer. He felt like he was going to die from over-stimulation. "Oh, Mom! Please, I don't know if I can take it for much longer," he gasped. "Please, you've got to let me come. I feel like I'm going to explode!" "You can hold out longer," his mother replied, beginning to ease herself up and down on his hard cock. "You're a lot stronger than you think you are." Her muscles were clamped down really hard on Nick's cock now, so that even though she was insanely damp, he could still feel her on ever inch of his swollen member. "Oh, Mom! You're driving me crazy," Nick groaned. Susan quickened her pace on her son's cock, making him moan and squirm as she pleasured herself savagely with his insanely sensitive body. "No Mom, I really, really can't hold back any longer!" Nick protested, his cock beginning to shudder inside of her. Susan sighed and continued riding her son. Just as Nick's cock erupted, spilling his seed deep inside his mother's body, the door opened and Nick's father walked into the bedroom. Samuel Stuart dropped his black briefcase and stared in shock as his wife pulled herself free of her son's cock. "In heaven's name, Susan, what are you doing?" he asked, his jaw hanging open. Nick cringed and tried to make himself seem invisible. He had the sinking suspicion that he was in a lot of trouble. "I'm having sex, that's what I'm doing," Susan said, a little bitterly. "I thought that was so blatantly obvious that even you might pick up on it." "But I thought..." Nick's father stammered. "I thought that with the money I was sending home, you could buy a prostitute to keep yourself satisfied." Nick gulped. Did his father actually say that?! To his mom?! What sort of sick family was this that he had been born into? Susan laughed. "A shrewd businessman like yourself, Samuel, should know that one should never buy something when it's trying to give itself out for free right under your nose. Now if you don't mind, young Nick here has promised to eat the cum he has just deposited in my pussy. You may feel free to busy yourself elsewhere, or you can watch. It's up to you." "I think I would like to watch," Samuel replied, taking an armchair near the bed and sitting down. "I can take care of business later." Susan laid down on the bed and spread her legs apart, exposing her pussy to the view of her husband and son. It glistened with a mixture of her son's cum and her own juices. "Come here and lick my pussy," Susan said, curling her finger towards Nick seductively and spreading her pussy lips further apart for him. "Come clean me up good, so your father can see what a good boy I've raised." Nick blushed bright red. He wanted to lick his mother's pussy more than anything. His cock was iron hard again from longing. He wanted to taste his cum so he would know for sure that it wasn't a dream, that he just had sex with one of the most beautiful and tempting women in the world. He wanted to feel her juices on his face, to feel her reach climax around his mouth. But... But his father was looking at him. He couldn't do it when a man he hardly knew glared at him, with a vile mixture of lust and contempt on his face. "Come, do what your mother says," his father said in his oddly clear voice that sent shivers down Nick's spine. Nick crept forward on his hands and knees, and with his father's dark gaze on his back and ass, began to lick his mother clean. Black Magick Ch. 07 Nick wiped the last of the cum and pussy juice off his face, staring past his mother's sopping wet hole into his father's intense gaze. He was scared out of his mind. But he felt oddly brave, too, as though getting laid in such a dirty manner had resolved something for him. What that was, he still had no idea. He shifted his weight, feeling really uncomfortable. What a nightmare, being caught by his father having sex with his mom! But Nick had somehow managed to get away with it again, just like when he was punished for stealing his mother's sex toys. He couldn't believe his luck. "Ah, Mom, Dad? Is it ok if I go to school now?" Nick asked, picking up his clothing and trying to cover himself. "It's probably about lunch time. If I leave now, I can get to 5th and 6th period." "I'll give the school a note tomorrow saying that you had a sudden case of the flu," Susan said, causally stroking her pussy. "If you were seen leaving the house now, it might cause some unwanted rumors. And I'm sure missing one day of school isn't going to hurt a man of your caliber." "Mom, it's Elisabeth who's the genius, not me," Nick exclaimed. "You don't give yourself enough credit," his mother laughed, pushing her breast up so that she could flick her tongue against her nipple. "Besides, it seems you could get quite an education right here." "I don't think I understand you," Nick replied nervously. He didn't like where this was going one bit. "Please!" his mother replied, spreading her legs in front of him. "You could stand to learn a lot more about sex. You have a nice, healthy eagerness, and with a little stamina, you might make a really good lover. But you really lack a lot of know-how. And so, I intend to give you a special lesson. Why don't you take your father's place in the chair for a while, and I'll use him to show you exactly what I mean." Nick gasped. It was really too much for him. He didn't want to watch his parents have sex. No son would what that! Eew! That was just wrong. It was dirty. He couldn't take it. But he immediately realized that he was somehow drawn to the prospect. His mom was really hot, and seeing a cock in her would be great. Besides, being dirty could be fun. Nick would have to do a lot of naughty stuff when he started doing sex magick with Elisabeth and Amber, so he ought to get used to the idea. How else was he ever going to learn to be a real man for his little sister? "Ok, Mom, teach me," Nick said, throwing his clothing onto the floor and taking the chair next the bed. His father quickly shed his clothing and got on the bed next to his mother. Nick was surprised to see that his father had an erection that was every bit as big as his own. Nick had never really seen an erect cock before, and was convinced that his own nine-inch member was insanely big. Susan touched Samuel's cock lovingly, as though performing a well-loved rite that she hadn't been able to conduct for years. Samuel grunted, and Nick whimpered in pleasure. It wasn't hard to pretend that it was his own cock she was fondling. "You've probably noticed, with your little experiments in masturbation, that the head of the cock is the most sensitive part on a man. There's a little nerve cluster here" - she gave her husband's cock a little nibble, causing him to groan - "that really gets a guy worked up. But that doesn't mean that you ought to focus entirely on pleasuring the head. The testicles and the nipples are often very erogenous, especially when a man is really aroused." Nick didn't ever expect to have to pleasure a man. He was only interested in women, but still, his mom telling him about a man's body turned him on. He imagined his mom's mouth sucking on his balls, her teeth nibbling at his nipples. Imagining her touch on his nerve cluster made his cock begin to swell. He couldn't help it. His mom talking about this was so damn hot. "Now you know that the clit is very sensitive on a woman," Susan said, spreading herself apart to give her son another glimpse of her absolutely fabulous pussy and tickling her clit playfully. "You also didn't have much trouble finding my G-spot. I suppose you know about the G-spot from erotic stories and porn?" Nick nodded so his mother continued. "But the same principle applies to women as to men. Other regions of my body should be stimulated for optimum results. You could have increased my orgasms tenfold if you paid a little extra attention to my other sensitive regions." "Oh," Nick said, feeling a little deflated. He had thought he had given his mother the fuck of a life time. "Don't get me wrong, you were a great fuck," Susan replied when she saw her son's downcast face. "You made up with earnestness what you didn't have in knowledge. I'm just trying to be a good mom and give you a little sex ed. Besides," she added, rubbing little circles around her prominent clit. "I know it makes you horny to hear me talk about it." Nick moaned his agreement. He liked that his mother wanted to pleasure him with her words. "I'll use your father to give you a blow by blow account of everything you did right and wrong. You might see something that you didn't catch, and it would be really kinky having you here to watch." Nick was so horny now that he really wanted to stay and watch. Who was he to turn down free porn, even if it was his parents? It felt really weird, but who was he to be picky? He'd just fucked his mom, and that beautiful cunt of hers was so damn appealing. Now that he had given in to his darker desires, no amount of moralizing could stop him. He was invincibly dirty now, and loving it. Nick watched in suspense as his mother laid herself back down on the pillow, like she had before he had entered her, and his father began to climb on top, supporting his weight on his elbows just as his son had done only minutes before. It was so wrong, so absolutely evil, but Nick couldn't take his eyes off of the sight before him. Every moment, every sensation drew him in and made him shiver with desire. He wanted to climb on top of his mother again and thrust his cock into her. He wanted it to be his cock that pounded away inside of her, not his father's. By what right did such a cad possess such a beautiful woman? And why did he have to come home now, right when his mother was most vulnerable to his desires? Nick shivered, his hand savagely pumping his cock. His mother pounced on his father so he toppled back, his member still buried deep inside of her while she straddled him, forcing herself up and down on him. Nick heard tapping on the glass outside and looked to see Elisabeth and Amber standing out in the back yard. Elisabeth motioned for him to step outside, and Nick reluctantly began to put on his clothing. His mother was fucking his father like a wild woman, but she looked up when Nick moved. "Uh, there's something I need to take care of outside, Mom. If I'm not back soon, can we continue this another time?" Susan laughed and continued bouncing up and down on her husband's cock. "Any time you like," she said with a little wink. Nick got up and left the room. What was Elisabeth doing outside, he wondered absently. The moment he closed the sliding door behind him, his sister pulled him by the arm into the bushes by the swimming pool where Amber was waiting, fidgeting absently with the dildo that filled her pussy underneath her pleated skirt. "Where have you been?" Elisabeth exclaimed. "Amber and I went to check on you at lunch to make sure you were still wearing your butt plug, and your teacher said you never showed up. So we got worried and cut class to see what happened. Mom didn't find out about the sex toys already, did she?" Nick nodded, and both of the girls' eyes widened. "But I think it's ok," he added quickly. "She wasn't mad. She just thought it was time to have the old birds and bees talk, that's all." "And that took four hours?" Elisabeth asked, her eyes narrowing, so much like her mother's. "Yes," Nick said, hoping his sister would have enough courtesy to drop the subject. He didn't really want to mention fucking their mother to his baby sister. Elisabeth moved closer, her nose nearly brushing against Nicks, making his lips part in longing. She took a deep breath, inhaling like a bloodhound following a scent. Her eyes closed softly and the expression on her face was almost erotic. "You're no longer a virgin," she said with a slightly evil grin. "Does that mean you grew a set of balls while we were at school?" Nick gulped and tried to look innocent. He didn't like the way his sister was looking at him. Next to him, Amber moaned sluttily, and Nick realized that she just had an orgasm from thrusting the toy in and out of her pussy. "You can't possibly know something like that from smelling me!" Nick stammered, mashing his foot into the ground nervously. "It's not possible." Elisabeth laughed loudly. "I can tell a virgin a mile away," she giggled. "I've eaten the seed of sixty-nine virgins over the last month, including yours, so don't give me any crap." Amber giggled, pushing the dildo in and out of herself. "Nick's just shy," she said. "He doesn't want to tell us who got his cherry. Frankly, I'm a little jealous. But it's not fair, I was hoping to be Nick's first. I've known him longer than anybody." "Not longer than me!" Elisabeth exclaimed, with a slight pout. Nick blushed bright red. Amber just said that she wanted to have sex with him! His cock began to tingle at the thought of it. Perhaps he could have them both, his mom and his sister's best friend, two women, whenever he wanted. Maybe if she knew he was fucking so many people close to her, Elisabeth would get jealous and want to get her own piece of the action. Nick found himself stroking his cock absently through the material of his pants. How long has it been since he felt like he had a perpetual hard on? He couldn't remember, and was beginning not to care. His life was too good to him now. What did he have to be nervous about? He had just gotten laid! Elisabeth and Amber were now his equals. He could join their coven or not, whenever he felt like it. The breeze on his skin was intoxicating and he looked at the two girls with new longing. "Let's go skinny dipping," he said, pulling off his shirt and pants and tossing them onto a patch of grass. His cock stuck out in front of him like a flag, but neither girl laughed. "But Mom and Dad are both home!" Elisabeth protested. "We'll get busted, for sure." "I wouldn't be so sure. Mom and Dad are pretty busy, if you know what I mean," Nick said with a little shrug. "Come on, I'll help you strip." "Wait a minute. You were just in Mom's room. I thought she was making you help carry in Dad's luggage or make the bed. That was what you were doing, wasn't it?!" Nick shrugged. "Look in the window if you don't believe me," he said. "But at any rate, that clothing has to go. I can't stand the thought of your pussy muscles clutching that huge dildo under that innocent-looking skirt of yours. It makes me want to fuck your brains out." Elisabeth blushed bright red, and suddenly looked both very embarrassed and very modest. Amber giggled. "Elisabeth is still a virgin," she explained, thrusting the dildo in and out of her pussy and then hungrily licking the juices off her fingers. "I'm a virgin too, for that matter," she added, continuing to ravage her own pussy. "But... but..." Nick stammered. "But she's blown sixty nine guys. And not one of them came back for more? And what about that whole candle thing? That was far from innocent." "None of that matters, magickally," Elisabeth said, recovering herself slightly. "And I don't really want to talk about that. Of course, you'll have to penetrate both of us when you become a member of our coven, but we'll talk about that later." "So getting laid was all I had to do to prove I'm a man!" Nick exclaimed, his voice full of laughter. "That sounds like something out of the Stone Age." "I don't know," Amber said seriously. "You're different somehow, Nick. I knew you had strong magickal potential. You seem to have broken down some sort of mental barrier or something. I can feel it radiating everywhere. It's like you're producing pheromones like crazy or something. I can't stop playing with myself." Elisabeth nodded in agreement. She seemed to have lost her voice. "Well, let's go swimming!" Nick said, staring down at his erection. "As you can tell, I'm dressed for it!" The girls laughed and consented to let Nick help undress them. Nick didn't even bother to stop himself from nibbling at their breasts when they came loose from their shirts or from fingering the soft skin of their bellies and cunts. And it was as though the girls were enchanted. They moaned and gasped as they felt his touch. That made it easier for Nick to bite back the little irritating voice that told him to behave properly and to feel guilty. He wasn't going to worry whether what he did was wrong or not. He wasn't! "Do you think your parents are still at it?" Amber asked while Nick slid her knee socks down her ankles and added them to the pile of clothing on the grass. "I think I want to see that. That is, if you and Elisabeth don't mind. They're your parents, after all." Elisabeth laughed. "I'm surprised Dad still knows how to have sex! I don't think anyone's been allowed near him for ages. It's a miracle is cock hasn't dried up from disuse." "He could have been cheating on Mom while he was away," Nick replied reasonably. "Things like that happen all the time." "No he wasn't!" Elisabeth said. "Dad's not interested in anybody or anything, only himself. That's why he works so much!" "Come on, let's go look," Amber interjected, grabbing the others by the hand and dragging them towards the house. They pushed away the pool chairs under the window so they could all peer in at once, and what they saw was amazing. Susan Stuart was laying on her back, her legs wrapped around her husband's neck as he hungrily ate her pussy, as though enjoying a large steak. Susan's hips were pushed up into the air so they didn't contact the bed at all, and she moaned and writhed, clutching at her breasts desperately, giving them the attention they obviously desired. The window was slightly open and they could hear their mother's voice. "I'm going to have to teach Nick a lesson for stealing my sex toys," she gasped. "I'm going crazy, trying to stimulate everything at once without them." Nick ducked his head down so there would be no chance of his mother seeing him. He thought he had a pretty good idea of how his mother was intending to punish him. Elisabeth giggled and gave Nick a superior sort of look, which irritated him. Amber, who was still looking into the bedroom window, was staring open-mouthed at the scene that unfolded in front of her. "Wow," she breathed softly. "Your mom sure knows how to fuck!" "Yeah," Nick sighed dreamily, and then covered his mouth quickly. Both girls looked at him suspiciously and then quickly looked away, as though purposefully choosing to ignore his remark. This greatly embarrassed Nick, and he felt he had to say something quickly. "Come on," he said, taking his sister's hand. "Let's go swimming already, before they finish." Amber jumped down from the chair and followed them, giggling merrily. "You've already got us naked, Nick," she said seductively, rubbing her large brown breasts on his torso. "Do you need to get us wet too?" "The wetter the better," Nick laughed and pushed her into the pool. Elisabeth jumped in after Amber, laughing wildly. Nick was a bit afraid that his parents would hear them, but he tried not to let it bother him. They were probably too enthralled in sex, he thought dreamily. He knew he would be, under the circumstances. His mom was just so hot, and her wet pussy was so desirable. His cock twitched. If he didn't control himself, he'd explode before he could even jump in the pool. Besides, Elisabeth and Amber were both swimming laps naked, and they were the hottest girls he could imagine. Amber's black hair was hovering on the surface of the water. It seemed miraculous that it didn't immediately sink, but fanned out like a mermaid's, following her around as she swam, like a dark bride's veil. Elisabeth coiled her red hair up into a makeshift bun and was swimming underwater, the outline of her white skin distorted by the surface of the pool. Nick wanted to grab her ass as he watched it move. He wanted to have his hands around it, to press his finger against her rosebud. Why not? He'd fucked his mom. Why couldn't he play with his sister? He jumped into the pool and caught Elisabeth by the leg. She tried to pull away half-heartedly, but it was all just a game. In a moment, he had her around the waist and pressed his mouth against her neck. She gasped, and the sound made his loins tingle. "I want you, Elisabeth. I want you desperately," he breathed. His hard cock poked between her butt cheeks. "You are so precious to me, Elisabeth, my sweet little sister, the little slut. You make it so hard for me to resist you." His sister wiggled around and kissed him on the lips. His cock pushed up against the entrance to her pussy, making both of them moan. "No fair, no fair!" Amber exclaimed, swimming over to the two of them. "I want some too! You can't leave me out." Nick laughed. "I was so intimidated by the two of you. I didn't realize how much you both wanted me," he said knowledgeably. "In your dreams!" Elisabeth scoffed, swimming over towards Amber and kissing her firmly on the lips and neck. "You've got a strong magickal potential and a nice cock, that's all. Don't you ever think I've got my panties all in a knot over you!" Nick just laughed. "I want to join your coven," he said. "I want to develop my power and I want to fuck you both, so it seems like the perfect option for me. So, will you tell me how to join or are you going to make me guess?" Elisabeth laughed. "I'm not so worried about magick now that Dad's home. I figure I can make him notice me without any more supernatural power." "Well, I guess that's too bad for me," Nick said. "I was looking forward to it." "How selfish are you!" Amber said to Elisabeth. "You can't stop doing magick just because you think you've gotten what you want. What about me? What about what I want? I'm you partner, and I say we need to keep going. At this rate the Devil himself will soon be taking orders from us! Can't you see how important it is? Can't you see how much happier everyone is, how much more powerful Nick's gotten by just hanging around us?" "It wasn't hanging around us that did it to him. He went and screwed Mom while we were in class. Isn't that the truth, Nick?" "It is," Nick replied, his voice firm but only a little above a whisper. "Mom asked me to fuck her, so I did. It was fun and I don't regret it," he added with a little more resolution. "But I think you're being a little too mean to me, Sis." "Yes, cut him some slack, for crying out loud," Amber added. "It's not his fault you've been corrupting your house with black magick. It's not his fault you've been using spells beyond your capability to channel your darkest desires. And now you want to stop doing magick? Don't you realize that unless you become more powerful you risk being pulled into the Abyss alive? Didn't Nick tell you how he saved you the other night?" She took her friend's hand. "Let's keep at it, Elisabeth. With Nick to help, it will be extra fun, so there's really no reason to back out! Come on." "I guess you're right," Elisabeth said, shrugging her shoulders. "But if Nick wants to join our coven, I say we give him an initiation he'll never forget." "I'm with you on that," Amber said, licking her lips. "I can hardly wait for nightfall. Just the thought of having your brother all to ourselves makes me all tingly. If I'm not careful, I'm going to have to get down on the ground and masturbate." Black Magick Ch. 07 "Oh! I want to see that," Nick exclaimed eagerly. "Won't you touch yourself for me, Amber? It would be like dying and going to heaven." Amber blushed. "Oh, okay, if you really want me too. It would be great to have you watch me. I guess I might have a bit of a fetish for that kind of thing." Elisabeth laughed. "Amber, you're a total slut. If the boys at school knew how horny you were, they'd be lined up for miles to fuck you." "Ooh, think of all that cock," Amber said dreamily as she sprawled her wet body on the pavement. She began fingering her clit, sending little thrills of pleasure through her body. Nick enjoyed the sight immensely. His cock was so hard he thought it would explode. "You're so damn sexy Amber, you sure know how to get a man worked up," Nick laughed, watching his sister's friend pull the dildo from her soaking wet pussy and replace it with several of her fingers. Amber moaned and began to lick the dripping wet dildo. Elisabeth was foundling her own breasts. "This is so incredibly decadent," Elisabeth sighed happily. "Oh, if only there was chocolate to go with the action!" Nick laughed. "I didn't know you were such a chocoholic, maybe later we should go to town and buy a candy bar." "How can you talk about food when I'm giving you such a hot show?" Amber complained. "But you know chocolate is an aphrodisiac," Elisabeth said. "I find that eating a little bite of candy before I get off really makes me come hard." "Don't talk so dirty!" Nick protested, stroking his hard cock. "You're going to make me come." "Why not, come," Elisabeth said. "I want to see you come." "Oh. I couldn't!" Nick protested. "It would mess up the pool. I don't have anything to clean up with afterwards!" "Oh, but I want you to come with me!" Amber cried, plunging yet another finger into her wet hole. "Come for me, please, Nick." They heard the sliding glass door open, and Amber and Elisabeth scrambled to hide themselves under the diving board. Susan Stuart appeared in the backyard, wearing a loosely wrapped white bathrobe, which accentuated her ample cleavage. "Hi, Nick. What are you doing in the swimming pool?" she asked merrily. "I hope you didn't put your uniform somewhere where it will get dirty. It's really a pain to constantly wash and iron your shirts." "No, Mom," Nick replied getting out of the pool and walking towards his mother in an attempt to draw her attention away from where Elisabeth and Amber were hiding, naked, on top of each other. "I was just feeling really good and thought I'd take a dip, that's all." "Do you mind if I join you?" his mother asked, beginning to take off her robe. "Your father had to run to his study to document a couple of new ideas he got during the two-minute orgasm I gave him, so I'm all alone and horny." Nick had to force himself not to drool. There was nothing he would have wanted more than to watch his mother shed that white robe of hers and take a swim with him naked, but if she did that, she'd find Elisabeth and Amber, and that could lead to problems. "Oh, Mom! My cock might fall off if you keep using me that way," Nick laughed. "There's only so many times I can come in one day!" His mother rose up from the lounge chair where she had been sitting, grabbed her son from behind and gave his cock a great squeeze. "You seem hard enough," she laughed. "If you keep insisting on denying me your company with pathetic excuses like that, I'm going to have to put you in a chastity belt to keep you from masturbating without my permission." She kissed Nick roughly on the side of the face, pressing his chin upward with her thumb and index finger. "Come fuck me again, Nick," she whispered seductively in his ear. "Mommy hasn't had enough yet. Come, be my good little boy and lend me that juicy cock of yours. Give me the good pounding I deserve." Nick gasped and his cock twitched. He could never get used to his mother talking dirty to him. It felt so dangerous, so taboo. He felt like he might explode on the spot if he didn't endeavor to control himself. He took a couple of deep breaths to distract himself from the throbbing sensation in his member. "I'll fuck you again, Mom," he replied in a rugged voice. "But let me do it in the bedroom!" Susan giggled and began pulling him by the cock. "No way, Nick. You're already too spoiled," she cooed, navigating him over to the lounge chairs. "I want you to fuck me right here on the lounge chair outside, where we can feel the sun on our skin. I don't want you to get too used to conventions, like always fucking in the bedroom." She gave Nick's cock one more great tug and he fell over forward, landing on his mother's breasts. Nick thought he heard Elisabeth swear appreciatively behind him. Black Magick Ch. 08 "Hey, Nick! Did you ever fantasize about fucking someone in the ass?" Susan cooed in her son's ear as he lay on top of her, rubbing his cock across the slit of her pussy. "Oh! How can you even ask that? You know I'd do anything to fuck that lovely ass of yours," Nick said, dipping his cock into her sopping wet hole, making his mother moan like a slut. "Oh! Oh! Oh! You're so damn naughty!" Susan squealed. "So, are you going to fuck me in the ass or aren't you?" Nick glanced in the direction of his sister, Elisabeth and her friend Amber, who were hiding under the diving board. He was terrified of what they would think if they saw him fucking his mother in the ass. Susan turned her head to see what he was looking at, but he pushed her back and kissed her roughly on the mouth to distract her. "Come on, Mom. Let's do it in the bedroom. Just doing you in the ass will be kinky enough, we don't need to do it outside. At this rate you're going to turn me into a total slut." His mother laughed and slapped him in on the ass. "You're my boy-toy. You're going to fuck me anywhere I want to, any way I want to." "Yes, ma'am," Nick replied reluctantly, realizing he would get no choice. He pulled his cock out of his mother's pussy and navigated it towards her ass. He placed the head against her rosebud and began to push, trying desperately to remember to be gentle. But he needn't have bothered. His mother's ass seemed to reach out and swallow him whole. His cock buried itself inside of her so quickly that it was almost alarming. Nick began to pump himself in and out, completely forgetting about the less-than-innocent girls who were watching him. He was fucking his mother up the ass, for crying out loud! The muscles squeezed his cock completely differently then they did when he had fucked her in the pussy. It felt completely new to him. Susan pressed her thumb against his anus, and he gasped. "Where's the toy you had before?" she asked in a husky voice. "Are you hiding it from me, you naughty boy?" "Oh, I must have left it with my clothing," Nick said. "I can only leave it in for so long." His mother pushed her thumb into him, making him squirm, his cock moving back and forth in her ass. Oh damn, how he was enjoying it! It was just so fucking dirty! His cock throbbed with passion, and with every single thrust he thought that he might come. He was so distracted by the pleasure that he barely remembered the girls hiding underneath the diving board, and when he thought of them lying there, watching him with their innocent schoolgirl eyes, it acted to only make him hornier. Damn, he was such a pervert, but he totally couldn't help it. Sex was so much fun. Wasn't this the reason why he had started masturbating in the first place, despite the guilt he always felt afterwards? And damn, fucking his mom was so much more fun than any of the naughty little fantasies he had had while he was pumping his cock in his hand! He loved the feel of his balls smacking against his mother's ass as he fucked her. He loved the way she moaned like a cheap whore as he thrust in and out of her ass. He loved the feel of her skin, her smell. Every little detail was making his cock throb on the verge of climax. Oh, it was so damn hot! He slowly became aware of Elisabeth creeping out of the pool naked, and his heart gave a little shock. He had to completely stop moving in his mother's ass for a moment to keep from coming as the intoxicating combination of apprehension and lust coursed though him. Nick reached under himself to stroke his mother's soaking wet cunt, making her moan even more and completely soaking his hand with her juices. He nibbled on her shoulder blade in hope of distracting her from Elisabeth. What the hell was his sister doing, getting out of the pool? Was she trying to get him in trouble? The bitch! He wanted to give her a good pounding with his cock for being such a pain in the neck. She was practically begging for it, the tease! And her body was so incredibly hot. Oh! Her breasts were so perky, and her clean-shaven pussy was so young and tender looking, like a flower that was just beginning to bloom. Just thinking about it made Nick lose control, and he spilled his seed deep into his mother's ass. He was a little embarrassed for coming so quickly, but he loved the way his mother's ass muscles milked his cock, just like her pussy did a few hours ago, and yet somehow completely differently. Elisabeth stood in place, as though mesmerized by the hot sex that was happening right in front of her face. Her hand actually dipped down between her legs to pleasure herself. Damn! Nick pushed his mother over and snaked his tongue into her sopping wet pussy, trying desperately to distract her from the naked Elisabeth only a couple of feet away, who was now all-out masturbating while she watched. What the devil possessed Elisabeth to be so stupid and careless? Nick began to lap at his mother's pussy as though his life depended on it, his heart racing desperately. With his mother's legs around his head, he couldn't see what Elisabeth was doing, and he could only pray that she recovered her wits enough to find another hiding spot. Susan moaned and moaned, thrusting her hips into Nick's open mouth as he tickled her clit with his tongue. Juices ran down his throat, nearly making him choke, but he was afraid to stop. If his mother wasn't distracted, she'd turn around and see Elisabeth. And try though he might, Nick couldn't figure out a way to tell whether Elisabeth had left or not. Nick tried to make wild arm gestures to ward Elisabeth away, because his jaw and tongue were becoming tired and he didn't know if he could keep pleasuring his mother so frantically for much longer. "Susan, you little hussy," Nick heard his father laugh as he closed the sliding glass door behind him. "Don't you have any shame, using your own son as a plaything like that?" "Well, someone was too busy with work to play with me, and I was still horny," his mother said, sulking like a little girl that has been denied ice cream. Nick continued licking his mother's pussy even though he was pretty sure he was now safe. His father would have noticed Elisabeth if she hadn't hidden somewhere out of sight. His father unexpectedly stuck a finger up Nick's butt, and Nick gasped into his mother's pussy, causing her to climax. Samuel grabbed his wife by the hand and helped her stand up around Nick, who was lying on his belly on the sun chair. "Now that I've helped your sex toy get you off, will you forgive me enough to go shopping?" Nick's father asked, kissing his wife's hand dramatically. Nick stared at this open-mouthed, his face dripping with his mother's juices and his cock hard again. "Are you two leaving?" Nick asked, trying not to look too excited about it. He was secretly hoping he'd convince one or both of the girls to let him fuck them after his parents left. His mother looked at him intently, her eyes narrowing. "Yes, we're going to go replace the sex toys you stole from me, and maybe invest in a couple more interesting devices if the mood hits me." Nick had to keep himself from drooling as he imagined his mother browsing through sex toys. It was a very pleasant image. What would she wear, he wondered absently. Black leather? Would she bother to keep her breasts covered in a shop like that? The idea drove him wild, and he wanted to come with, despite himself. He had never been in a real sex toy shop before, and he was dying to see what one was like. "You're not coming," his mother said as though she read his mind. "The shop is for people twenty-one and older, you're not old enough. Besides, your sister's going to be home from school soon, and someone should be there to greet her when she returns." Remembering Elisabeth brought Nick back to his senses and he smiled and nodded. "Yes, mother. I'll be good and clean up before my sister knows I've been naughty," he said, looking perhaps a little too amused. His mother's gaze narrowed on him just the tiniest bit more. "Make sure you do," she said sharply. "I don't want your perversion affecting your sister." "Oh, you don't have to worry about that," Nick said with just a touch of a smile. He thought Elisabeth was already twice the pervert he was. His mother seemed satisfied and simply slapped him affectionately on the bottom before walking into the house, hand in hand in with her fully clothed husband, wearing nothing but her opened white robe. Nick stared as she left, drinking in the look of her butt hidden behind the thick white cotton. Has he really just been lucky enough to ride that lovely ass? Maybe, even now, his cum was leaking out of it as she walked. And for sure, the pussy juices that dripped down her legs were his handiwork. It was his touch that had tickled her clit, his jaw that had wrapped itself around her sopping wet cunt. He could hardly believe it! It was too good to be true. Nick felt a pair of breasts brush against his back and realized that Amber had come out of hiding. He wanted to throw her to the ground and fuck her brains out, but he couldn't just do something like that to his sister's best friend, especially since she was still a virgin! He moaned like a slut, feeling her soft flesh against his back. "Oh! You drive he crazy, you little witch," Nick groaned, turning around and kissing her softly, beginning to massage her breast with his hand. Amber moaned softly and opened her mouth so that Nick could kiss her more deeply. Oh, she wanted it so badly. Nick knew she did, and he wanted her too. His cock was standing straight up like a flagpole, threatening to explode at any moment. He let his cock brush up against her. His tongue slipped into her mouth. He remembered the feel of her mouth on his cock and how quickly she had brought him to climax, and the way Elisabeth punished her for it. Would his sister want to punish Amber again if he fucked her? And should he care? It was so damn hot to see Amber swimming around in the pool with her bikini wedged up herself, it made his cock ache to think of it. Nick let his cock rest against the entrance to her pussy, loving the way her smooth skin felt against his cock. Oh, it was a feeling to die for! He wanted to fuck her. Oh, he wanted it so badly! Amber pushed a little closer as she began to writhe and thrust her hips against him. He was going to do it. He was going to grab his cock in his hand, and he was going to guide it into her, and then he was going to fuck her until he came again, even if he couldn't last very long. He was going to have her! "Hey, what's taking you two so long?" Elisabeth asked, popping out of the bushes. "Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, staring at Nick's hard cock beginning to push into her best friend. "Oh, come on, are you two are just going to fuck outside and leave me all alone to watch? What are you, sadists?" "Oh sorry, little sis, are you feeling left out?" Nick asked. "Damn right I am! I fully intend to fuck your brains out before Amber gets the chance." Amber opened her mouth to protest, but Elisabeth interrupted. "Since when are you so big on fucking me?" Nick asked with a little smile. "You've always given me the idea that you weren't that interested." Elisabeth just rolled her eyes. Amber giggled. Nick felt a little embarrassed and decided to just shut up. This wasn't the sort of conversation he ought to be having with his little sister. "Now, Mom said I need to get all cleaned up so I can be a good example to you ladies," Nick said, grabbing both girls around the waist and pulling them next to him. "Now if one or both of you girls want to supervise me, you can come and make sure I do it right." Amber giggled. Elisabeth stamped her foot. "Fine, you two go take a hot steamy shower, like the pathetic pubescent high school students you are, and I'll be in my room doing some real magick." "God, you don't have to be such a bitch about it!" Nick exclaimed. "Oh, what sort of magick are you going to do?" Amber asked, suddenly very interested. It was obvious to Nick that Amber thought the prospect of performing more magick was much kinkier than having straightforward sex with him, and began to wonder, perhaps not for the first time, whether he had a chance at competing against his sister for her best friend's affection. "Oh, I've been thinking for ages that it would be fun to try to summon Grandma's ghost," Elisabeth said with a little laugh. "You two probably don't know it, but she began losing it towards the end with her illness and all. She began complaining about how her only regret was that Grandpa never once gave her an orgasm." "Wait one moment! I'm not letting you call back Grandma's spirit just so you can fuck her, you crazy little slut!" "Hey, watch who you're talking to! I'm a really powerful witch!" Elisabeth exclaimed, stamping her foot down in the mud dramatically. "And I'll be doing it for Grandma's own good! Don't you know that unfulfilled desires hold you back from going into the afterlife? What sort of granddaughter would I be if I didn't drag her back and eat her pussy once or twice? Maybe if you're nice, she'll yet you jump her old bones!" "Eew, gross!" Nick exclaimed. "I'm not into necrophilia!" "No, necrophilia is having sex with dead bodies," Amber corrected him. "You'd be having sex with her spirit, it's entirely different. I've heard of a woman who enjoyed having sex with spirits so much she gave up living men entirely." "Oh, and who was that?" Nick asked suspiciously. "Oh I forget, either Emily Dickinson or Sarah Winchester or maybe both," Amber said with a little giggle. "It's been a while since I stopped reading my erotic ghost story chronicles." "Come on! It would suck if Mom and Dad came back while Grandma was still hovering about," Elisabeth said, pulling her brother and her friend by the arm into the house. "Ok, I suppose I'll come help," Nick said grumpily. "But I'd better take a shower first, I'd like to get the smell of sex off of me." "You're wasting your time," Elisabeth said as Nick disappeared into the bathroom. Amber laughed. Nick sighed deeply and collapsed against the bathroom door. He was so exhausted. Why in Heaven's name was his little slut sister going to make him fuck his dead grandma, of all people? What, did she think that if he was willing to fuck their mother, he'd do anything? Their grandmother had died at a fairly young age from cancer, when he and Elisabeth were only small children, but still, she'd be a bit old, and even worse, dead! Nick shuddered. He turned on the shower water and stepped under the stream, enjoying the hot flow of water over his skin. He felt strangely dirty, sort like how he used to feel when he had dirty thoughts about his sister, but different. Now he felt more worn out, as though he were an old rag that has been wrung out one time too many. Their grandmother! His sister was a freak! He lathered up his body, taking extra care to get underneath his armpits and just above his cock, where most of the smell lingered. Nick's cock quickly swelled back to hardness as he lathered up his public hair. He laughed, a little guilty, and decided he ought to wash that too. He was risking becoming completely insatiable. Nick opened the door to his sister's bedroom without knocking. Hell, it wasn't as if she had anything he hadn't seen just twenty minutes ago! The two girls decked the room out in candles again. This time, they were thick and white, like the old-fashioned candles in horror movies. Both of the girls were wearing just a little bit of make-up and clothing and had teased their hair out to the point where they looked rather Goth. Nick chuckled to himself. It was like they were trying to impersonate something out of a bad teen magazine. "Oh, quit it," Elisabeth said and Nick almost burst out laughing watching her black-painted lips begin to move. "Special clothing for special occasions," Amber said, handing Nick the eyeliner. "When summoning spirits, it can't hurt to go a little Goth. If you want to participate in this ritual, you ought to play the part too. Every little bit helps." "But I don't have anything Goth or kinky to wear, you two know that!" Nick protested. He wasn't feeling right about this new development. "Well, maybe I should just draw some magick symbols or something on you then," Amber offered. "We really can't afford to fuck this spell up." "I'd normally be reluctant to have a dick like you participate in something like this, without being properly initiated or anything, but we'll probably need you," said Elisabeth. "My cock and I are at your mercy," Nick said dramatically, manhandling his dick as though presenting it for the girls' appraisal. "Oh, good. You get to be the sacrifice," Elisabeth said with a sinister smile. "Oh hell no! I'm going back to my room," Nick said, beginning to turn away, but Amber grabbed his shoulder to stop him. "A sexual sacrifice," Amber explained. "We're going to use your sexual energy as a medium to summon your grandmother's spirit from the other plane." Elisabeth went to a little jewelry box and pulled out a girl's bracelet, which she snapped onto Nick's left wrist. "This used to be Grandma's. She left it to me before she died," Elisabeth said seriously. "It will help us channel her." "She's not going to materialize in my body, is she?" Nick asked, beginning to panic. He wasn't liking the idea one bit. Elisabeth only shrugged and pushed Nick onto the bed. She leaned over him seductively and bent to kiss him. Her mouth was so soft, so sensual, that Nick began to forget his worries just a little. Elisabeth tied his arms to the bed, but he hardly noticed. He didn't notice, either, when Amber took the eyeliner and began to draw symbols on some of the exposed areas of his skin. Elisabeth began to kiss her way down his body. It was every bit as good as everything he had ever fantasized about. His sister, young though she was, seemed to know tricks that his mother had either never learned or somehow forgot, and the feel of her mouth on his body alone was almost enough to make him come. When her tongue began to swirl around his cock, Nick thought he had died and gone to heaven. Oh, he loved it. It was so dirty, so sinful to be giving into this pleasure after he had wanted it for so long, and it felt so good. Nick was getting hornier and hornier. He felt a woman's crotch descend onto his face and began to eat her pussy, completely unaware of whether it was Amber or Elisabeth or even the spirit of his grandmother. Chanting rang in his ears, but he was much too far gone to pay attention to it. His cock was positively pulsing with desire. It seemed that every little attention was paid to him. Every ounce of his flesh was pleasured to the point of ecstasy, and yet he did not come. He just became hornier and hornier. The room seemed to get warmer. It seemed darker, too, as though one or two of the candles that lit his sister's bedroom had burned out. A cold breeze seemed to run though Nick's body. He felt so light and yet so heavy, and the fire in his loins was intense. He was so damn close to climax and he wanted to come. He wanted to come more than anything else in the world. If only his hands could move, he'd pump his cock or stick it in one of the girls, willing or not. He couldn't take it anymore! He needed to come. It would be their own fault for tormenting him, the little teases. And then suddenly, with an apparent burst of light, he came. He was too far gone to know if he squirted cum and whether it landed on him or anywhere in particular. His body seemed to writhe and convulse, as though he were possessed, and the sublime pleasure refused to dissipate but continued to torment him. He felt like he was drowning in a warm pool of white light and there was nothing left of the room he had been in. Black Magick Ch. 08 Had he died? Was that what the light meant? His bitch of a sister and her friend had betrayed him, and now he was dead and it was their work. What would Mom say? Would she punish them? Would she call the police? Nick decided it was too weird to think about. It seemed like he passed people as he floated in his little abyss of pleasure. People of every different shape, size and color, people of every different age. There was a very pretty girl who looked about Elisabeth's age, who seemed to be playing with a ball. She looked so distressed that Nick reached out and took her hand. She seemed afraid of being held by someone she didn't recognize, but when she saw the bracelet on his wrist she smiled and grabbed his hand back, and then the pool of light disappeared and Nick found himself lying on his sister's bed. Amber was leaning over him, licking the cum off his cock. "That was pretty messed up," Nick commented. "I guess the spell didn't work." Amber pointed up over him to where the shadow of the young woman hovered. "But... but... that's not Grandma!" Nick stammered. "Grandma must have been almost fifty when she died, and that girl looks younger than Elisabeth!" Elisabeth, who was busy conversing with the spirit, looked at him, her eyes narrowing like their mother's did when she was irritated. "Spirits don't always take the form they had in life," Amber whispered. Nick nodded. He was coming back to his senses, and realized that it probably wasn't a good idea to speak. He began picking up pieces of his sister's conversation with the spirit. They seemed to be trading information about the material world for trivia about the afterlife, and Nick was having a hard time following it. God, Elisabeth really must be a genius! His head was beginning to spin and the world seemed to be fading in and out of focus, as though he was having trouble staying awake, but somehow he was not very concerned. Elisabeth moved to touch the ghost of her grandmother, but her hand went right through the spirit. The ghost did not possess any real body. Elisabeth seemed mildly irritated that her plans weren't working. But she quickly composed herself and began muttering to the spirit, who smiled and gave Nick a sinister look. Nick gasped. He had a feeling he knew what was coming next, and he wasn't sure he liked it. The ghost girl hovered over him, and for the first time he realized that she wasn't wearing any clothing and had cute little perky breasts that he wanted to run his tongue over. The ghost smiled broadly, her long black hair draping over him, and Nick realized that she remarkably beautiful. She kissed him and her lips slid past his into his body. He felt her beginning to feel him. Her arms reached into his, her breasts joined his torso. She moaned like a whore and began to writhe. The sensation was intoxicating. Such reckless abandonment of everything. His whole self seemed to be consumed by her, as though he had become a gigantic cock that she was deep-throating. It was incredible, and more than a little unsettling. His body began to move on its own. It felt like he was staring out of it, no longer able to control it. He saw himself pull Amber onto the bed, spread her legs apart and begin lapping at her pussy. He moaned inside himself. He couldn't feel anything, really, just the echo of the pleasure. It was like he was merely an observer in his own body. It tormented him so! What he wouldn't give to be the one eating Amber out! But still, it was a great show. Elisabeth crawled on top of him and started sucking his cock. His body thrashed around in pleasure, and even trapped inside himself, Nick was becoming extremely aroused. If he had his own cock, he would probably explode. It was so much fun to watch! His sister's lips moved up and down on his cock. Her tongue tickled him as his hips thrust in and out of her cute little mouth. It was so much more frustrating than fantasizing about it! The longing was just too great. Nick tried to will himself to take control of his body, but it was like he was pinned in place. He couldn't regain control. He watched in horror as Elisabeth drew back and Amber began to mount his cock. She rubbed the head against her slit to lube it up and then slowly thrust it into her ass. Here he was, with his cock up the ass of one of the most beautiful girls he knew, and all he could do was watch as though it was on a television screen. He couldn't feel how tight Amber's ass was. He couldn't feel her muscles clutching at him. He couldn't even thrust his hips in rhythm with her. All he could do was watch and imagine. It was driving him nuts. His hands reached out to grab Amber's large brown breasts and began to fondle them lovingly. There was something almost feminine about his movements, as if he was having lesbian sex in a man's body, and somehow, almost despite himself, he found it rather kinky. It was the ghost. It must be. His grandmother was using his body to have sex with Amber. And Amber was bouncing up and down with his cock deep in her ass, moaning like a slut! It wasn't fair! He wanted to be Amber's first! And in a way he was, since it was technically his cock that was penetrating her. It just wasn't his spirit that was controlling it! He felt cheated and a little bit angry. Was this what it was going to be like, doing magick with Amber and Elisabeth? He would be a sex toy not only for his mother but for his sister and whatever fucking spirit she decided to summon in him. He wanted out. He didn't want anything to do with this magick nonsense anymore! It was too dark, too evil! He loved the way Amber looked in her Goth makeup and little red corset, bouncing up and down on him. He had to admit that that much of the situation was good. It would have given him a humungous erection if he had a cock of his own to get hard. His cock convulsed and squirted his seed deep into Amber's ass. Amber climbed off and began fingering herself, a trickle of cum dripping out of her rosebud and running down her leg. All at once, Nick regained sensation in his body. His limbs tingled, as though the blood flow was only just beginning to come back to them. He sat up quickly and covered himself with the bed sheets. He was feeling oddly violated. But that was preposterous! He had just fucked Amber in the ass, and she had loved it. He ought to feel happy! So why did he want to cry? "That was lovely!" the ghost said, her cute and sexy form curled up on Nick's lap and her big blue eyes staring up at him affectionately. "I wouldn't have had nearly as much fun if I possessed someone less horny. You really made it good for me." Nick's heart began to beat rapidly. The ghost's words were acting to excite him, the way dirty words always did, but he still was rather skittish after this odd experience. He was sweating as though he had a fever and his body was beginning to shake uncontrollably. His cock swelled back up. Elisabeth, Amber and the ghost all smiled knowledgably. The ghost slowly vanished, taking the bracelet with her. Black Magick Ch. 09 Nick lay in bed awake, still haunted by his experience with the ghost of his dead grandmother. Only a few hours ago, the spirit had possessed his body and used it to have anal sex with his sister's friend Amber. But they were both gone now. Amber returned to her family's condo downtown, and Nick's grandmother back to the underworld where she belonged. Still, Nick's eyes refused to close, and the image of his grandmother's unnaturally young apparition swam before him. Oh, she had been so lovely and so lively, with long curly black hair to die for and a sweet playful expression he had only seen before in picture books. Nick wanted to feel her lips press against his, to feel the warmth of her body. But he knew it wasn't possible. The woman who had possessed his body died ten years ago. She was his mother's mother, and hadn't looked the way Nick had seen her for well over forty years. Nick was beginning to think that his sex life was cursed. First he had his crush on his little sister, which led him to stand outside her window masturbating as she pleasured another man and subsequently led Nick into the odd world of sex magick. And then there was his relationship with his mother, who Nick always thought was hot, but who recently decided to make use of him as her newest sex toy. And now, this complete obsession with his grandmother. Why didn't someone just take him out back and shoot him? Nick threw his pillow against the window, whence it ricocheted knocking over the trash can next to his desk. Wad after wad of used tissue fell onto the floor, but Nick was too lazy to pick up the mess. He didn't want to move. He didn't want to think. He just wanted to sleep. But sleep was one thing he seemed destined to be without. Nick began to stroke his cock, as though to comfort himself. How he hadn't lost all sensitivity with all the fucking he had been doing recently he didn't know, but his limp member quickly hardened and expelled a sizeable wad of cum into his right palm. He decided he ought to go to the bathroom and wash his hand. Maybe a nice shower would help, too. As he walked by the mirror, Nick thought he saw something weird. He turned to look at it and was instantly struck with a blast of hot air and the feel of a woman's lips on his own. Shit! Elisabeth had told him there might be after-affects, similar to the occasional tingling of an amputated limb coupled with a general feeling of ill-being. Summoning the dead was serious business, after all! Nick crossed himself quickly with his cum-covered hand and then turned on the sink to wash it. As he scrubbed with soap, he felt something dark hovering over him and was afraid to look up, as though he would see something terrifying in the mirror if his gaze was to meet it. He concentrated very hard on his hands. He was probably just half-asleep, Nick thought vaguely. He was always a bit nervous at night, though he was getting a bit old to believe in the boogieman. Nick began removing his clothes. He really wanted that shower. He was drenched in cold sweat. He felt horrible, like he was recovering from a bad flu. He pulled off his night shirt and his white underwear. His member was limp, not half-hard like it usually was after he had just ejaculated. Nick must have been more scared than he thought. But just as he began to ponder this, he felt a curious warmth around his cock and it began to swell, as though someone was sucking on it. Nick moaned. It totally felt like getting a blowjob. If he concentrated, Nick could almost feel the lips, the wetness of a mouth encircling the head of his cock. He could almost feel a tongue flick against his skin. Shit! Maybe he needed to take a cold shower instead of a hot one. Nick took his cock in his hand and shook it, as though he had just peed and was trying to shake off the last of his urine off into the toilet. Ah! That made the strange sensation a little more bearable. Not that it had been bad or anything, just a little freaky. And Nick really did need to take a shower. He reached into the shower and twisted on the warm water. He stepped into the bathtub, carefully using the wall for support, feeling just a bit shaky in his legs. The jet of hot water felt like a beautiful woman embracing him, making him feel warm and protected. The tension seemed to drain out of him and down the drain pipe, and he felt good all over, like after a wonderful orgasm. And maybe he just had one, because suddenly his whole body was trembling and he had to sit down. His breathing was ragged. What was happening? He fell backwards, his head knocking against the edge of the bathtub, not hard enough to cause him to lose consciousness, but just enough to make him feel a little light-headed. Nick felt something on top of him, kissing at him and at the same time tearing at his flesh with teeth and claws. He writhed on the floor like a slut, his hips thrusting up into the air and meeting the never-ceasing flow of water. His butt knocked again the bathtub and made a squashing sound as the water that ran underneath him escaped from his skin into the bathtub. The experience was sublime. Nick's whole body was on fire, as though the very forces of the abyss were attacking him. He lost track of how many times he came and whether cum still flowed from his cock with each ejaculation. Everything seemed to fade into everything else, like in a dream. Nick was so wrapped up in his pleasure that he completely lost track of the world around him. He did not know whether his back hurt or if his head ached. He did not seem to realize that he could have bruises in the morning that he would have to explain. His whole being was tied to what was happening in the moment. Hours could have passed, or years, or perhaps it was just minutes. Nick twisted and convulsed, letting the water and cum run off of him. He felt all-knowing and all-powerful, like a crystallized version of himself, like dead relatives who appear in dreams. Finally, the sensation released him, and before he could get up from the shower, he fell asleep. "Shit! What the hell are you doing there?" Elisabeth asked, drawing back the shower curtain and slapping her brother to wake him up. Nick's eyes opened slowly and for a while he didn't know where he was or why, as though he had awoken from a coma and the world had changed around him. And then it hit him. "Oh shit! It must be some side affect of that ritual thingy we did yesterday!" Nick said, clutching his head where it had contacted with the tile. "I must have been in some sort of a trance." "Yeah, well, we'd better get you dressed. Mom has company, and you know how she gets when there's company." "Oh, that's all I need!" Nick said, using his sister's hand and the side of the bathtub to raise himself to his feet. "I feel like I've got a fucking hangover." "Ha, ha! If mom knew that you talked like, that she'd wash your mouth out with soap," Elisabeth laughed. "Besides, you're supposed to be too young to know what a hangover feels like." "Well, shoot me for being precocious," Nick said, still clutching at his head as though he was afraid of it falling off. "You know what, Nick? You really aren't looking so good, and your hand felt a little hot. Here's a towel. Dry yourself off and I'll get the thermometer. If you're running over 99, I bet Mom will let you skip her Martha Stewart breakfast." "Yeah, that would be good," Nick said, wrapping the towel around him like a blanket. "I've really had a hard night." "'Hard' being the operative word," Elisabeth said, motioning towards his cock with her eyes. Nick blushed. His sister's teasing had that affect on him, no matter how many kinky situations they've been in together. Elisabeth leaned over and kissed her brother on the forehead while he rested on the toilet. "You really are feverish," she said, stuffing the thermometer in his mouth. "Why don't you give let me help you into bed? I'll tell Mom why you can't come to breakfast." Leaning against his sister's shoulder, Nick hobbled back to his bedroom and dropped into bed. The moment his head hit the mattress he fell asleep, and Elisabeth had to pull his feet onto the bed and cover him with a blanket before heading to the kitchen for breakfast. Soon after, his mother woke him up with a cup of hot lemon tea and a bowl of chicken soup. She pulled the thermometer out of his mouth and looked at it, shaking her head. "You're running just over 102. I'll get you a couple of aspirin, if that doesn't bring it down I'm going to have to take you to the doctor." "Does that mean I've got to skip school again?" Nick asked, his throat hoarse. "Yes. Both of your sisters left the house an hour ago, and I'm not letting you out of bed until your fever drops." Nick's head felt funny. Had he misheard what his mother said? "Both sisters?" he said. "As in, more than one?" His mother put her hand on his head. "Your fever must be worse than I thought! You're losing track of reality. Don't tell me you've forgotten your little sisters Elisabeth and Victoria. They'd cry their eyes out if you said you didn't remember them." "Right, Mom," Nick said, even though he of course could only remember having one sister. "If you'd be kind enough to help me sit up, I'll take the aspirin while I eat." His mother stuffed a couple of pillows behind his back and stuck the breakfast tray on his lap. She was bent over so that her cleavage was an inch from his nose, and before she rose, she whispered seductively in his ear. "You know, men who have a fever are really fun to fuck." Nick blushed bright red and his mother smiled. She walked out of the room, her butt swaying merrily, and ill as he was, Nick couldn't help staring after her. God! He must have the hottest mother in the world! It was funny though, what she'd. Nick had only one sister, Elisabeth. He has never heard of any Victoria. What the hell was going on in this house? Had he realy lost his memory from the fever? Oh well. Whatever it was, it could wait until Elisabeth got home. She was the witch after all and understood shit like this, or at least Nick hoped she did. His head really hurt and he didn't want to think too hard about anything. Nick took a sip of tea. His mother had thoughtfully added honey to it, and it felt so good in his slightly sore throat. He almost moaned as the warm fluid flowed into him, warming up his body. He took a spoonful of soup and put it in his mouth. That felt wonderful too. This was the good part of being sick, every little thing seemed new and different. It was like being a child again. His mother came back with the medicine and he swallowed the tablets with a mouthful of tea. She sat down on the bed next to him and began petting his head while he ate. He found that very distracting, and once or twice he had to cough because the tea had gone down his windpipe. His mother rubbed his back and the feeling sent little shivers of pleasure down his spine. "Mom, I don't think I can eat any more," Nick said, setting down his soup. "Ok. I'll put the rest of your soup in the refrigerator in case you want it later. Then if you don't mind, I'd like to keep you company while you nap." She touched his neck in a way that Nick found intensely erotic. He remember what she had said about men with fevers and felt a familiar longing beneath the bed covers. "I'll come back and lie next to you to help heat up the sheets a bit," Susan said, all the seduction returning to her voice. "Be back soon," Nick said, crawling back under the covers. He woke up to feel his mother's naked body pressed against him. She was asleep, her head on the pillow next to him and her breast pushed up against his arm. His cock instantly swelled. Surely her beautiful pussy could be only inches away from him. Maybe it was already soaking wet and waiting for him to enter it. It seemed like a fantastic lie that he had ever been allowed to fuck such a beautiful woman, but at the same time he felt oddly possessive about her body, as though he had been her lover for years. Nick rolled over onto his side and pressed himself against Susan, hungrily consuming the warmth of her body through the pores of his skin. Her breast pushed against his torso and she moaned. Oh, how that affected him! He pressed his cock against her legs, just below the mound of her vagina. He wanted to spread her legs apart so that he could push himself into to her, so that he could consume her warmth more completely. Her skin felt so good against his cock, as though he was rubbing against a silk blanket. Nick took one of her breasts in his hands and began to knead it, flicking his tongue against her nipples. His mother moaned and rolled over onto her back. In a moment, he was on top of her under the sheets, his tongue traveling down her body as he writhed on top of her like a caterpillar. He nuzzled her pussy, lovingly prodding her to open her legs for him. He licked as far down her mound as he could, slipping his tongue into the very top of her slit that was just visible above her legs. Susan moaned and her thighs opened, and Nick drove his whole head into her, lapping at her juices and teasing her sensitive clit with his feverish tongue. She quickly orgasmed, twitching and moaning in her sleep, a jet of juice squirting into her son's waiting mouth. Nick pushed his tongue into her vagina, enjoying the feel of her velvety interior on his hot tongue. Susan came again. This time, she awoke to the sensation that was coursing through her body. "Oh, you naughty little devil!" she cooed, pushing Nick's head deeper into her. "You could have woken me up earlier!" Nick was too busy lapping at her soaking pussy to answer. She was so wet that it was beginning to go up his nose and make it hard to breathe. "You really are good at eating pussy," his mother said with a little laugh. "A natural prodigy! That's what you are. You're almost as good as your father already. Give me a couple more years and I'll have you eating me like a pro." Nick pulled himself away from his mother's pussy, kissing her roughly on the lips and pushing her own juices into her mouth. She quickly swallowed. He took his cock in his hand and began rubbing it against his mother's slit, causing her to moan a little. "My cock is at your command. Would you like me to fuck you?" he asked, teasing her clit with the head of his cock. "Oh, yes! Fuck me hard," Susan whimpered. "Let me feel that hot cock of yours in me." "Yes, Mom," Nick said, obediently pushing himself into her. At exactly at the same time, he kissed her on the lips as her tongue pushed into him in time with his thrusts. Nick didn't feel like he had much energy. That was the bad part about being ill. But he still did his best to knock his cock against his mother's cervix with every thrust. Susan whimpered like a puppy and began massaging her own breasts, further stimulating herself as her son pounded away at her pussy. Nick was so tired that he had to rest a couple of times against his mother. But his cock never softened in her. It felt so comfortable, feeling her warmth so close to him for so long, that it was almost as erotic as the coupling. Every five minutes or so, Nick would feel his cock come to life again, and he would have no choice but to continue to fuck, pounding himself in and out of his mother with whatever strength he still possessed, and then he would lay fallow against her, panting as though he just ran a five-minute mile. They continued like this for hours. Once or twice, Nick must have dozed off into feverish dreams, only to awaken again to find his hard cock still buried in his mother's pussy. It was like an eternal paradise, a wet dream that never seemed to end. Being inside his mother was beginning to feel natural, as though it was where he had belonged all along and it was only a terrible fate that kept the two of them apart most of the time. He loved the way her muscles squeezed him, how her warmth enveloped him, how he felt safe and happy and insanely pleasured, thrusting and pushing in and out of her. Finally, he came once again, squirting his hot seed deep inside his mother's pussy. And then, completely wasted by the long exercise, he fell sound asleep. He slowly opened his eyes to the image of the black-haired girl who had haunted his dreams. She was much, much more real than he had ever seen her, dressed in the uniform of his and Elisabeth's high school, with knee-high socks, lacy white garters and polished shoes that looked like they belonged on a porcelain doll. The girl's long black curls were so long that they fell onto the bed. She was sitting on top of him so that only the bed sheet and her panties separated his cock from her pussy. Nick noticed the bracelet she wore around her wrist. It was his grandmother's, the one that her spirit carried off after the ritual yesterday! Nick instantly recognized the girl. "Grandma!" Nick exclaimed, sitting up and in the process knocking the girl off his cock. She fell backwards against the mattress and looked rather put out. "Why did you have to do that? I was just being friendly!" she complained. "You're supposed to be in heaven!" Nick stammered. It was freaky talking to a dead person, no matter how cute she was. "Heaven was too boring, so I decided to come back," Nick's grandomother said, straightening her skirt so that it hung right. "You're not allowed to do something like that!" Nick protested. "The dead are supposed to say dead. It's a natural part of life!" "Don't you tell me what I'm allowed and not allowed, you cocky boy!" the girl said, standing up on his bed and looking down at Nick menacingly. "All my life, people told me how to live! Grow up, get good grades, get married, have kids... If someone had enough foresight to teach me not to be ashamed of my body, and how to conduct a proper self-examination, I wouldn't have died of cancer before I was fifty!" Nick found himself covered in cold sweat. He was beginning to get more than a little freaked out. "Anyway, the laws of nature don't always apply in this world, in case you didn't notice. There's enough magick in the air that things which were impossible before possible now." The girl looked Nick in the eye, as though almost accusing him of something, and then simply smiled. "So forget about calling me Grandma, because from today on, I'm your little sister Vicky." She bounced up and down on his bed like a little girl. "Oh, you wouldn't believe how good it feels to be alive and young again, after all this time!" "I bet it does," Nick said. He wasn't really up to much conversation. "You're sick!" Victoria said, jumping up and down on his bed so that her curls bobbed up and down. At first, Nick thought that he must have said something perverted, but then he realized that she was referring to his flu and nodded. "I woke up with a bad fever," he agreed. "Summoning me last night must have been hard on your body. Do you want me to make you all better?" "Are you offering to heat me up some more soup? I'm not sure my stomach can handle it right now." "No, silly! I'm going to heal you!" Victoria said, crawling towards him on all fours. "Heal me? What are you, a doctor?" Nick asked, his voice catching in his throat. He was staring at Victoria's surprisingly large breasts through her white-collared shirt. "You haven't heard enough old ghost stories," Victoria said, crawling on top of him. "The dead always come back with special powers, especially in this family." She moved closer to him, her breasts pressing against his torso as she whispered in his ear. "Some of our ancestors were burned at the stake in the 1600s." Nick shook with horror and awakening sexual desire. "You couldn't possibly know that, little sister!" he said, pulling Victoria to him and holding her tight as if to comfort her against some unknown terror. "Our family history is lost. No one even knows why we have the name Stuart." Black Magick Ch. 09 "Our ancestress Mary was the mistress of James the First of England. She and her unborn son were banished to France after her entire family was sentenced to death for witchcraft. She gave her son the king's name, probably to shame the king." "Where the hell are you getting all this?" Nick asked incredulously. "Please, what do you think I did for ten years in purgatory? I talked to people! Well, those few who retained enough awareness to answer my questions... It was a lot more fun to talk than sit around being bored, or poke myself in the ass with a pitchfork!" Nick laughed. "Sounds like a regular family reunion down there." Victoria winced. "Tell me about it. I can't believe that some people's view of Heaven is a family barbecue. For me, it would definitely be Hell!" Nick laughed again. He was beginning to like Victoria, and was almost getting over the fact that she was his dead grandmother. Now that things became easier, his crush on her was returning tenfold. His cock began to swell and it embarrassed him. Victoria was so cute, he felt like a pervert for having the hots for her. "So, do you want me to heal you?" she asked, putting a finger in her mouth and waiting for an answer. "I'm really good at sex healing!" "Are you asking to have sex with me?" Nick asked, his cock twitching. He really had it bad for this girl. "Oh, goodness, no! That would be a total overkill. If you were in full cardiac arrest, then nothing short of the works would bring you out of it. But for a simple virus, I think a good blowjob will be enough." Nick couldn't believe it. This beautiful girl with gorgeous long black hair and adorable knee socks was actually talking about bending down her pretty head and wrapping her lips around his swollen cock. He thought he had died and gone to heaven. On a second thought, it was better if he didn't consider death at the moment. It was a bit disturbing, given the circumstances. Victoria rubbed her clit until her juices began to run down her legs, all the way down to her stockings. Then, she quickly wiped the juices with her hand and rubbed them on Nick's chest and throat like medicine. Immediately, a lot of the pain and pressure disappeared and Nick began to feel a lot better. He opened his mouth to compliment her, but she covered his mouth with her finger to indicate that he ought to be quiet. She rubbed the head of his cock against the slit of her pussy, soaking it with her juices. Nick was so aroused that he wanted to thrust his cock into her, but he wouldn't. Once his cock positively dripping with her pussy juices, Victoria pounced, taking its whole length into her mouth and sucking as though her life depended on it. It was so intensely erotic and at the same time oddly familiar. What did it remind him off? Nick tried to remember as Victoria's head bobbed up and down on his cock. Ah, that was it. It was so much like the feeling he had last night before got into the shower, the feeling of someone invisible sucking his cock to hardness. "Was it you who haunted me last night?" Nick asked Victoria. Victoria immediately took his cock out of her mouth and stared at him. "Someone haunted me last night. I felt a woman's body press against me in the shower. And I could swear I felt someone give me a blowjob, but there was no one there." "Oh dear!" Victoria said, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry. That must have been me. The spell I used to be reborn in this body required the sexual energy of forty men. There weren't supposed to be any really bad side effects, maybe increased hunger and sex drive and some homosexual tendencies, but you were already weakened by being a sacrifice in a major ritual. I wouldn't have targeted you on purpose, so I'm sorry." "That was some of the hottest sex I ever had, so there's no reason to apologize. Just take this flu away and we'll call it even." Victoria smiled and began sucking his cock with renewed intensity. Nick felt it in every inch of his body, as if somehow she was sucking the disease right out of him and filling him with warm pleasure instead. Every single second, he was sure he was going to come, but somehow he didn't, and the pleasure just kept mounting until he was almost afraid that he would go mad from it. "Oh Vicky! You're so damn hot!" Nick moaned. "Oh little sister, I love you so much. You're so damn hot, I want to fuck your brains out." Victoria giggled into his cock. That really tickled, and Nick laughed also. Every single second that his new sister's mouth was on him, Nick felt just a little better, until finally he was completely well again. At that very instant, he exploded, his cock squirting like a fire hydrant, filling Victoria's mouth with several large loads of his hot seed. She swallowed and swallowed, and finally when there was no more, passed out face down on the mattress. Black Magick Ch. 10 (Attention readers!!! Everyone in this story is over 18!!) * "Hey, wake up!" Nick said to his new "sister," the reincarnation of his dead grandmother. She'd just given him the most awesome blowjob of his young life in order to cure him of the supernatural illness he had contracted this morning, and now he wanted to know she was still all right. He didn't know very much about the health issues of dead people and so had no idea how to tell if she was ok or not. She just sort of passed out after eating his cum. Did the magick she cast on him eat away too much of her energy? And if so, how could he help? Oh, where was Elisabeth when he needed her! She seemed to know everything. Nick put his finger on Victoria's neck to check her pulse. It was strong and steady, which should be a good sign, at least if she was a normal person. But she wasn't, that was the problem! What if she lived on sexual energy or something? Hadn't she said something like that? She could have hurt herself performing the healing, maybe by consuming too much of her power too quickly. Wasn't it his responsibility to take care of her as her older brother, even if it was a sort of an unconventional relationship? Boy was she beautiful when she was sleeping. She looked like a porcelain doll. Her skin was so white and smooth and contrasted so much with her long black hair. Seeing her that way, Nick wanted to fuck her, to pull her panties off the way he did with his sister's dolls growing up. Shit, what was he thinking at a time like this? He picked Victoria up by the armpits, oddly conscious of his nakedness. His cock had hardened again, and it brushed against her shirt as he maneuvered her over to a chair. Was it only him or did she feel oddly light for a girl her size, as though she wasn't quite made of the same material as normal people? No, he had to be imagining it. She didn't react when he moved her, like she really was a doll. Nick heard a knock at the door and ran back to his bed, covering himself with his white bed sheets. A moment later, his mother walked in, carrying a bowl of soup. "I thought you might want some more for dinner," Susan said with a little smile. "Oh, what is Vicky doing here?" she asked, noticing her daughter (or perhaps her mother) sitting in the chair. "Oh, she was worried about me, but I told her I was ok and she fell asleep," Nick lied quickly. Maybe it was more of a half-truth than a lie, he just left out the whole healing blow job bit, that's all. "I swear. She acts so immature it's so hard to believe she goes to high school," Susan said, shaking her head. "It's hard to believe she's almost fifty and raised from the dead," Nick thought to himself. To his mother, he just nodded in agreement. "Thanks for the soup Mom, but I think I'm feeling well enough for solids. I guess a good fuck was all I needed." Susan glanced at her sleeping daughter in near panic, hoping to God that she was really sound asleep and didn't hear her son's dirty mouth. Nick laughed. "Oh believe me, Mom, she's sound asleep. I was shouting her name a moment ago and she didn't wake up. She's completely innocent." His mother clicked her tongue nervously. Obviously she was still uneasy about talking dirty with her daughter in the room. "Why don't I put her to bed, and you can put on some clothes and have dinner with me." "Where's Dad?" Nick asked. "Won't he be eating with us?" "Oh no. He's holed up in his study. The sandwiches I left him for lunch are still untouched, but he has gone through three pots of coffee. I wouldn't expect to see him for a couple of days unless the house caught on fire." Better not tell Elisabeth, Nick thought. She might be tempted to set the house on fire the way she did his office. But of course he didn't say that out loud. "Hey where's Elisabeth?" Nick asked instead. He really did want to know. "Oh, she's staying the night at Amber's house tonight. Something about studying for a midterm. I swear the two of them are as thick as thieves." Nick nodded. But what he was thinking was, "Shit, I'm on my own on this one." His mother picked up Victoria in her arms and carried her like she was a little girl. Boy she really must be light. Either that or his mother worked out, which Nick wasn't willing to put past her. Nick pulled on a pair of pants and a t-shirt, combed his hair and walked out to the kitchen. He was really looking forward to eating. It felt like ages since he had a good meal. Nick felt hungry enough to eat two horses whole. His mother and him ate steak, fillet mignon with scallop mushrooms and red wine. Susan didn't seem to mind that he was too young to drink as long as it was a part of a meal, and eating such a fancy dinner alone with his mother made Nick feel very powerful and manly. He was there, enjoying her cooking and fucking her during the day while her husband sat alone in his study, completely engrossed with his plans to make more money than the family ever needed. It was some kind of Freudian dream come true. And the sex was just so damn hot! Damn, Nick loved being Susan's toy. If he knew that's what would happen to him for being naughty, he would have been a lot naughtier a lot earlier. He rubbed his foot against his mother's leg, making her tremble just a little with pleasure as she ate. It was obvious that she was devouring his attention, as though she was starved for it. Nick wanted to just rip her clothes off and fuck her right there on the kitchen table. To hell with dinner! He put his foot up higher up her leg so that he touched her upper inner thigh. Oh, it felt so naughty to be doing something like that during dinner! Nick was staring underneath the table more than at his dinner. His mother's legs were spread far apart and he could almost see her panties underneath her skirt. Nick watched his mother pull her shirt up just a little and push her panties to the side so he could see her sopping wet pussy, which was filled with a huge black dildo that almost seemed to split her in two. Nick's fork fell from his hand and clattered loudly against his plate. "There's no excuse for bad table manners!" his mother said with just a trace of merriment in her voice. "It's rude to your company if you eat in such an unsophisticated manner. Is it too much to ask that you keep your fork in her hands and your mouth from going slack while you eat?" "No ma'am," Nick said, taking another bite of his steak and chewing it politely. He knew what the game was now. He could do whatever he wanted underneath the table as long as on the surface he seemed to be having nothing more than a fancy dinner alone with his mother. The thought made his heart beat loudly in his chest, and his cock, already quite hard, gave a delighted twitch. What a kinky woman his mother was, to play such a filthy game with her son! Nick pushed his toes up higher along her leg until he felt the warm, wet feel of her pussy, stretched almost to the limit by the humongous dildo. Above the table, he took a fork full of mushrooms and put them in his mouth. He had to concentrate hard not to get his jaw drop or a moan pass his lips. Oh, the restraint was killing him! He let his left hand drop into his lap and began stroking himself through the material of his underwear, but he couldn't let his hand rest there long because it wouldn't be polite to eat one-handed. He pushed his foot against the black dildo in his mother's pussy and she almost fell forward into her plate, before she stopped herself and continued eating her dinner like nothing had happened, but perhaps taking a little more wine than usual. Nick had to wiggle a little to get his foot further between his mother's legs and he did this very slowly and carefully so that it couldn't be detected above the table. He grabbed the dildo between two of his toes and timed it so the he pulled the toy free of Susan's pussy in time with a great gulp of wine. The toy hit the ground with a wet, sloppy noise, which was ignored by both Nick and his mother. He could fell the moisture leak out of her, flowing down her legs and probably forming a puddle on the kitchen floor. Her pussy hung loose and empty, and Nick quickly filled it with his big toe, roughly stimulating her clit with his little toe. His mother moaned softly, but tried to disguise it by taking another sip of her wine. Nick pushed another toe into her. He was almost done with his steak now and only had a couple of mushrooms and a little green salad to go. His cock was throbbing, and hungry though he was, he could hardly force himself to keep eating. He wanted to get his mother away from the table so that he could fuck her brains out. He was too horny for any more games. His hunger for food had completely transformed into a frantic hunger for sex. Was it some sort of magick spell? No, it was probably just hormones. Suddenly, the door next to the kitchen opened and Nick's father, Samuel, appeared with a serving tray and an empty coffee pot. "The sandwiches you made for lunch were exquisite," he said to his wife, not bothering to look under the table where his son's foot was firmly wedged up her wife's privates. He set up the coffee maker to brew up another pot. "Susan, you know what a scatter brain I am while I'm working. Will you remember to bring me the coffee when it's ready?" Samuel asked, smiling lovingly at his wife, who smiled back in the same manner. "Of course, dear," Susan said, just like all the perfect wives and mothers in old television shows. "You just go back to work and leave all the little details to me." She gave her husband a little satisfied wink, as though they were conspirators in some sort of little mischief. Her husband smiled back at her and disappeared back into his study. Nick sighed a heavy sigh of relief. Is mother laughed. "What were you so nervous about?" she asked her son almost critically. "Your father already knows about our relationship and he doesn't care. Nothing is going to change just because he sees us having a little fun underneath the kitchen table. Besides, he's too preoccupied to notice anything. He even forgot to push the 'on' switch on the coffee maker just now." Nick pulled his foot from his mother's pussy and looked at her inquisitively, almost as though he couldn't understand a word she was saying. "But he's your husband! It's wrong for us to be doing things like this right in front of his nose!" Susan just waved this away with a flick of the wrist. "It's wrong of him to hole himself up in the his study all day and night when he's got a hot wife who needs fucking, but that's just the sort of man he is. The two of us find ways to work around it." "Oh," Nick said, staring down into his salad and feeling a little depressed. He felt oddly used, like a mere plaything to his mother. He felt like the relationship they had developed in the last few days meant nothing compared to the years she had spent with his father. Or worse, that their sex was merely a diversion for his mother and didn't mean anything at all to her, even though it was beginning to mean the world to Nick. He sighed heavily. "Do you mind if I excuse myself from the table?" Nick asked. "I'm not really hungry anymore." His mother looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I suppose it would be alright," she said. "After all, you are still recovering from the flu. You need your rest. I'll just finish up here and be in your bedroom in thirty minutes to tuck you in. "That's really not necessary," Nick said, scrapping the remainder of his dinner in to the trash can and leaving the plate and silverware to soak in the sink. His mother gave him a look which said that it was very necessary. "I'll be there anyway. Make sure you have your teeth brushed and are ready for bed by then." "Yes, ma'am," Nick said, resigning himself to the idea that he was going to have to fuck his mom whether he felt up to it or not. His cock was behaving very oddly in his pants, refusing to either become completely hard or so shrivel back to its relaxed size. Nick walked through the living room to the hallway where the entrance to his bedroom was and was about to turn the corner when he saw a door right in front of him. That door definitely hadn't been there last night. What was going on in this house, anyway? He opened the door slowly. The room was half-dark, lit only by three very dim lamps that reflected off the antique mirrors lining the walls. Just above where he could reach there was a row of shelves that held a collection of porcelain dolls of every shape and size. Nick felt a shiver run down his spine. He couldn't help feeling like the dolls were staring at him in the near-darkness. He tried to think of something else. Almost in the center of the room, Victoria was sleeping in a long narrow daybed that reminded Nick of a coffin. "Nothing like being dead for ten years to turn a person Goth," Nick thought with a little shiver. His younger sister was decked out in an adorable white lace nightgown with a blue satin ribbon and matching knee stockings and looked just like a life-size version of the dolls that lined the room. Nick stepped forward and put his fingers against her neck. Her heart really was still beating strong and steady, and she was breathing, too. It was practically adorable how her chest moved up and down while she slept. But her skin was ice cold, and that frightened Nick. How could he let himself be dragged away when his sister might be in trouble? But what to do for her? He didn't have any clue Elisabeth really was the person who knew about this sort of thing, and she was staying the night with Amber. He couldn't tell his parents either. They were so under Victoria's spell that they firmly believed she was their daughter. They'd send him to a shrink for sure if he came to them with a story about his dead grandmother coming back to life as his little sister and giving him a blowjob to cure him of the illness he had contracted during her awakening. But he had to do something. He forced himself to concentrate. Hadn't she said that she used the sexual energy of a bunch of men as a power source to bring herself back from the dead? And that was what happened to him in the shower last night. His dead grandmother was stimulating his body to steal his energy. So if he could somehow get her to give him an orgasm now, then that might give her enough power to wake up. Oh, but there had to be more than that! Giving him a blow job was what made her pass out in the first place. It was so confusing! Maybe, just maybe, if Nick got her off at the same time, it would do the trick. He didn't quite know whether it would work or not, but it seemed to be worth the risk. At any rate he couldn't make matters worse, could he? He raced into Elisabeth's room, grabbed one of the vibrators from the stash he had stolen from his mother earlier, and brought it back into Victoria's room. This vibrator had four leather straps on it. Making sure to lock the door behind him, he pulled the skirt of her nightgown up and slowly began to ease her panties down her legs. Her pussy was so beautiful that he couldn't help fondling it just a little while he spread her legs apart to put the vibrator in place over her clit and strap it firmly in place. Nick turned on the power and Victoria began to writhe on the bed, although she didn't wake up. The color was beginning to return to her cheeks and she looked like she was becoming rather aroused, which Nick took as good sign. Nick pushed the top of her nightgown down below Victoria's sizeable breasts, eased his cock into her cleavage and began to pump. He concentrated on his sister's reactions timing his thrust to make sure they were at the same level of arousal, because he really did think that it was important for them to come at exactly the same time. He watched the juices begin to slide down his sister's legs and wanted nothing more than to lick them up as he continued to thrust in her cleavage, but he was afraid of doing too much. He wanted to help his sister, not violate her while she slept. If nothing else, she wasn't the sort of woman to cross. She probably had the power to kill him. It sure was a pain, trying to hold back from coming while he watched his little sister writhe under the touch of the toy strapped to her clit. Even trying to judge her arousal was such a kinky task that it nearly made him come, and he had to try to think about other things from time to time in order to keep his cock under control. Fortunately, distracting himself turned out not to be as difficult a task as Nick might have supposed, because Victoria's room was sort of creepy, like a tomb, and whenever Nick looked up and felt the gaze of the porcelain dolls on him, his cock because to shrivel just a little bit and he could hold back just a bit longer. It didn't take long until he fell into a pattern: thrust three times, make a quick judgment whether Victoria was about to cum or not, and then look up into the face of the scariest doll overhead. Thrust, check, look up, thrust, check, look up. It was maybe ten minutes before Nick was certain his sister was going to have an orgasm. He pulled out all the stops. He stared lovingly at her beautiful, aroused face, watching it begin to tense up. He thrust hard into her cleavage, pressing her breasts together against his member. His cock began to compress like a fire hose, and Nick expelled immense loads of cum all over his sister's breasts and down her nightgown. At the same time, Victoria began to writhe like never before, her hands clutching the bed sheets as though she was possessed. She began to moan and whimper in a way that excited Nick so much that he nearly came again. It was like she knew just how to get him hard again, without even trying. She moaned and moaned, and Nick was afraid that his mother would hear. But then he realized that the noise was hardly louder than a whisper, it was only the fact that he was so enthralled by his sister's climax that it seemed like the walls were shacking. Nick pulled his cock out from between Victoria's beasts and stuffed it roughly back into his pants. He adjusted his sister's beautiful white lace nightgown, which was now completely soiled with his cum. Victoria's orgasm subsided and her eyes opened. She looked around the room as though she had no idea how she could have gotten there. She sat up looking groggy. It took a moment for her eyes to focus on Nick. He looked at the bulge in his pants and then felt the hot wet spot on her breasts and her nightgown, and the vibrator which was still going full-blast against her clit. "For heaven's sake, Nick, you could have gotten yourself killed trying a thing like that!" Victoria said, staring her older brother in the eyes. "I suppose I must have used up a little more of my power than I had expected with that magick blowjob, but it's not like I'm made of glass! I would have been fine if you let me sleep it off until morning. There was no reason for you to jump-start me, like some old car with a dead battery!" Nick felt a little disappointed. He tried so hard to take care of his sister, and he hadn't accomplished anything useful. He just crept into her room like some sort of pervert and used her as a sex toy. He tried to cover his low spirits by smiling, and it sort of helped. "Okay, so next time I know to let you sleep," Nick replied, his less than natural smile still firmly attached to his face. "You should probably find someone to fuck before bed," Victoria said, completely ignoring Nick's had attempt at saving face "Otherwise you'll have troubles getting up in the morning. I must have taken back almost as much energy as I gave you, considering that you were able to wake me up with it." Black Magick Ch. 10 "Not a problem," Nick said with a slightly more natural smile on his face. "I have a date for a good fuck in just a few minutes. I'd better get myself changed and brush my teeth, like Mom asked me to." "Let me come with you to the bathroom," Victoria said. "I need to take a shower, since I'm covered in cum. I ought to set my night gown out to soak, too." She began taking off her unsoiled stockings and rolling them up into a ball so she could put them back into her sock drawer. She then pulled a white silk nightgown out her closet to change into. The sight of this was enough to get Nick's cock hard again. Everything about his new little sister seemed to be part of some huge fetish, as if she had "fuck me!" written on her forehead or something. Nick opened the door of the bedroom and the two of them crept out bedroom quietly so that Susan wouldn't hear. They didn't want her to spot Victoria's soiled nightgown. That would lead to too many questions that simply couldn't be answered. Nick was feeling dirty and rebellious, like somehow by doing this he was taking a stand against his mother, though that obviously didn't make any sense. His hand was sweaty on the metal doorknob, but he turned it without hesitation and Victoria scrambled into the bathroom after him. The moment the door was locked, she threw off her night gown as though there was no one around to see her, and Nick couldn't help but admire her very lovely figure. Her breasts looked very large on her slender body, and her she appeared oddly curvy, so different than Elisabeth and Amber, who were really toned and muscular. Victoria undid the clit vibrator, which was still tied around her waist, and put it on the toilet tank. "This thing was kind of fun," she said with a naughty little giggle. "Would you mind lending it to me again sometime?" "Well, actually it belongs to Elisabeth now, so you'll have to ask her. I sort of took it without telling her about it. I guess I just panicked." Victoria nodded her head in understanding. Damn, she was hot, standing in the bathroom completely naked. Nick couldn't take his eyes off of her while he brushed his teeth. He had almost forgotten that if Victoria was his sister, she was Elisabeth's too. They went to high school together this morning while he was in bed with the flu. They already had a relationship he knew nothing about, and he couldn't help being a little jealous. Now that there was a third woman in the picture, maybe Elisabeth and Amber wouldn't need him to be the third member of their coven. Oh, the lost possibilities! Victoria wrapped her arms across her cum covered chest, hiding most of her breasts and looking cross. "Elisabeth is a bitch," she said. "There's no way she's likely to share anything with me. She's still pissed I didn't go to into the afterlife like she wanted me to. It's like a personal offense to her or something." "Well, you did kind of surprise me too, by coming back like that," Nick said, spitting the toothpaste into the sink. "I didn't know that was possible." "It's my soul!" Victoria said. "I can do with it whatever I want! I don't see how it's anyone else's business." She turned on the hot water angrily and stepped in, closing the curtain as though she was slamming a door. Nick left the bathroom. Yeah, he had been more than a little jealous when he thought about Elisabeth and Victoria, but he didn't want to get involved in any sort of catfight between sisters. Considering their magickal powers, he could easily not live to see another morning. Nick walked back into his bedroom, pulled on his pajamas and crawled into bed. He lay under the covers looking up at the ceiling. Whenever he closed his eyes, Victoria's naked body appeared in his mind, and he was forced to open them. He didn't want to be thinking about her lovely black hair or her soft pink nipples. He put his pillow over his head, but there was no hiding from something that was part of himself. "She's too dangerous to fuck!" he said out loud, as though hearing his own voice say it would pull things together somehow. But it didn't. He just felt stupid. He heard the door open and sat up, letting the pillow drop to the floor. His mother was standing at the door, wearing only a little lacy black robe. She looked enchanting with the hall light behind her. She let the robe drop around her, exposing her naked body. It was hypnotizing. Once again, Nick couldn't think of anyone or anything else besides that beautiful body, her beautiful round breasts that still hung high on her body, her long shapely legs that seemed to rise to the heavens, and her soft womanly hips that made him want to rise out of bed, grab her and fuck her right on the floor. Nick threw the sheets back, Susan closed the door, and there was darkness. Nick got out of bed and kissed his mother passionately on the lips. She gave his cock a great squeeze and found it had already hardened for her. She pushed her son backwards on to his bed and straddled him, using her own hand to guide his cock into her, as though she had done it a million times. Nick moaned as he felt his cock enter his mother again. He loved the way her pussy felt. But there was some other feeling that was overpowering him, and he couldn't quite figure out what it was. It reminded him of the time he fucked Amber up the ass while possessed by Victoria's ghost. But that couldn't be right, because then it was as though he was watching himself act on video, and he couldn't feel anything. Yet now, he felt everything about a thousand times over. His own body seemed to have come to him as his mother rocked her hips back and forth, pounding him without mercy. Nick moaned and submitted as his mother bent down and began nibbling on his nipples and sucking on the side of his neck. She continued to rock, her pace quickening and quickening so that Nick felt as feverish as he had been this morning, and yet his body hungered for the attention Susan was giving him. Nick's cock was rock hard and his hips thrust up to deepen the penetration. His balls felt like they were on fire. He clutched as his mother's breasts and pet her beautiful flat stomach. His mother moaned and moaned, her voice high and passionate. Nick whimpered like a little kid, the sensation was so strong. He felt like his cock was going to fall off from stress if he didn't come soon, and yet he continued to writhe, his hand's clutching the white bed sheet to brace himself as his mother continued to ride him and ride him. He began to rub her clit as she fucked him, but her movement was so frantic that she nearly crushed his hand as she moved forward. Nick had no idea when was the last time that he felt both so powerless and so alive. Perhaps he has never felt this way before, he didn't know. Suddenly, his mother came, screeching as though someone was stabbing her with a knife, though the sound was somehow intensely erotic. Nick moaned and felt like he would almost come himself. A little prickling feeling under his testicles told him as much. His mother continued to thrust her hips back and forth while she came, and she clutched at her own breasts, periodically putting one of her own nipples in her mouth to suck. It was probably at least half an hour before her orgasm subsided and she collapsed on top of her son. Her hot tears began to fall against his skin and onto the bed. It was only then that Nick came, his hot seed pumping into his mother's limp body without stimulation. Black Magick Ch. 11 "Oh, damn, you make me so hot!" Amber moaned as she rocked back and forth on Nick's cock clutching her big brown breasts as though her life depended on it. "You make me so damn hot, it's so unbelievable. I swear, I think I must be leaving a huge slime trail all along your bedspread." Nick grunted and rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Amber bent over and gave Nick a very passionate kiss on the lips, her tongue parting his lips seductively and digging deep into the warm darkness of his mouth. She seemed to be exploring the insides of her as thoroughly as his cock was exploring her pussy. Oh it felt so good. "Hey, no fair!" Nick's sister Elisabeth moaned. She was lying on the same bed as them, wearing only her tight-fitting uniform shirt, her legs spread far apart, frantically rubbing her clit. "You can't just hog him like that! He's my brother! It's only fair that I get a piece of him too, you know!" Amber giggled and slowly sat up so Nick's cock slowly slipped out of her tender young pussy. She whimpered softly as it cleared her body. Her stretched pussy hung open, pulsing slightly with every breath she took, as though it had a life of its own and was struggling to preserve it. A moment later, Nick was mounting Elisabeth sexy body, his cock in hand, ready to make the insertion. He moaned slightly in anticipation. He wanted this for so long, he felt like his never-softening boner was beginning to fossilize. He pulled his sister's pussy lips apart and began rubbing the head of his cock again her clit and the entrance to her soft pink vagina. He loved the little toxic shivers of longing that the action sent coursing through him. In a moment he would have her. The beautiful body of hers would be all his. It was so worth the wait. If anything, the incredible longing was going to make the moment even more potent. It was almost too good to be true, like the time the bell rang the moment before he had to solve a difficult calculus problem on the blackboard a week ago, or like the time his mother decided to punish him for stealing her sex toys by making him into her walking dildo. Every nerve ending he had seemed to be activated. He felt everything so intensely it was unreal, the crisp white bedspread, his sister's warm skin and wet pussy. He moaned appreciatively. Nick bent down and kissed Elisabeth passionately and roughly on the lips. Her mouth curled into a sinister smile that seemed to penetrate him like a cold draft of air. Nick got the sinking suspicion that things wouldn't come so easily to him. And he was right. Elisabeth quickly pushed him over with a strength that was nearly supernatural. He fell backwards onto the bed. Amber grabbed him by the wrists as though she were arresting him, and together the two girls arranged him so that his butt was in the air and his hands and feet were tied to the posts at the end of the bed. Nick tried to struggle to free himself but it was no use. And now both his sister and her friend were equipped with humongous strap-ons! His life seemed to be flashing in front of his eyes. His cock, still rock-hard, began to shiver with nervousness. Elisabeth grabbed the strap-on in her hand and rubbed the head against Nick's anus. Nick moaned and tried to pull away, but there was no room for him to move and nowhere to go even if he had. The room had no windows and no doors, just four white walls and a white popcorn ceiling. Suddenly, without warning, his sister began to push, and the tip of the strap-on disappeared into his ass. --- Nick awoke up with a start. He was covered in sweat and panting heavily, as though he just ran a mile. It took him a moment to get his bearings, and he had to stare though the window near his bed three times before he could convince himself that it actually existed. His mother was gone from his bed. She must have gotten up sometime in the middle of the night and returned to her own room, after they had sex again last night. Not that Nick was in the mood to remember last night. His heart was pounding as though he had been dreaming about being chased though the cemetery by blood-thirsty zombies, though in all honestly he couldn't really tell if his dream had affected him that way. "Oh good, you're awake," his newfound sister, Victoria, cried, turning on the lights and jumping on his bed. Nick felt his white underwear being stripped off him. The morning air felt cold against his cock, but he tried not to pay any more attention. If he woke up, then he'd have to go to school, and he really wasn't looking forward to that after skipping class for the last two days. He felt Victoria's warm mouth wrapping around his very hard morning erection and couldn't help moaning like a slut. Disturbing as it was, his dream made him rather aroused, and his cock, as always, was aching for attention. Why was he trying to stay asleep when he had his hot sister around? He pulled the pillow off his head and found that Victoria wasn't sucking his cock at all. She was rubbing it along the slit of her pussy. The warm sensation had been her pussy juices! Nick gasped as his cock twitched. Victoria laughed. "I'm glad I came to wake you up. I was afraid you've had so much sex last night that you were in a coma from overuse." "Ha, ha," Nick replied dryly. "My cock hasn't fallen off yet, but not for a lack of trying." Victoria snickered, and then, catching herself, she put her hands on her hips and tried to get down to business, though it looked a little comical since she was still very nearly riding Nick's morning erection. "Mom left an hour ago," Victoria said. She rubbed the head of her brother's cock temptingly against her inner lips causing Nick to gasp. He was so incredibly horny that he was having trouble understanding her. "I think she went off to have brunch with Angela or something." Aunt Angela was their mother Susan's younger sister, and in Victoria's past life, her youngest daughter. "I guess I'll just get something out of the fridge then." Nick said rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Is there coffee? Red Bull? I feel like I'm hung over." "That's probably because of all the magick you were using last night. It can have on the body like alcohol. That's part of the reason it's so much fun," Victoria said, a little twinge of superiority in her voice. "Oh shit," Victoria added, glancing at the clock over Nick's bed. "Before I forget, Susan... I mean Mom, told me to tell you that breakfast is on the table if you want it, and there's money for lunch, but we're going to have to hurry if you're going to make it in time. School starts in twenty minutes." "Shit!" Nick exclaimed, jumping out of bed and throwing on his uniform pants. "Why didn't you wake me earlier? And why aren't you in your uniform?" he added, quickly taking in his new sister's clothing for the first time that morning. She was wearing a black dress as dark as her hair, with frilly black stockings with large satin bows on the top. The hat that she held in her hand had a traditional black veil. "I'm in mourning," Victoria replied somberly. She shifted her shirt slightly in a manner that Nick found very attractive. "I'm going to skip school today and go to the cemetery." "That's odd," Nick said, halting his efforts to put on clothing just long enough to scratch his head. "I can't think of anyone who died recently. Grandpa's still alive and we don't really have any more family besides him and aunt Angela's family. Who are you in mourning for?" "Me, of course," Victoria said shacking her head at her brother's insensitivity. "I died ten years ago today from breast cancer, you fool. Not that you or Elisabeth really remember! I'm surprised you two had been clever enough to raise me from the dead." "Right," Nick said, putting on his tennis shoes. "And it's completely normal for eighteen-year-old girls to skip class to go to the cemetery and mourn for themselves. I'm a real doofus for not figuring that one out." "Of course not!" Victoria stammered, a little cross. Nick noticed in fascination that her erect nipples were pressing out against the fabric of her dress right above where her arms were crossed in irritation, and he found this intensely erotic. "I have to go to school now," Nick said, glancing at his sister hungrily and drooling slightly. It wasn't just any boy who had his grandmother come back from the dead as his hot younger sister. "Do you have a bike, or will you need a ride to the cemetery?" he added gallantly. "Oh, Elisabeth and Amber have their bikes, so the only one left is yours," Victoria shrugged as if this was a trifling matter that didn't bother her in the slightest. "I figured you could ride with me and I'd bike you to school and then head out. That doesn't bother you at all, does it?" Nick couldn't help thinking that riding bitch on a bicycle with Victoria steering would be a lot of fun. He could sit really close to her and wrap his arms around her waist and maybe, just maybe, he could get away with letting his ever hard cock rest gently against his sister's butt cheeks as she pedaled onwards. Would she rub her clit against the bike seat as they rode along? That thought alone was almost enough to make Nick come. But he was a little afraid that it would be considered unmanly for him to let his sister do all the work. He tried to formulate a responsible protest. He thought he ought to tell his sister that he'd bike them both to school that he didn't want her working so hard for him, but Victoria but her finger to his lips and he found that he was powerless to say anything. "Come on. We'd better go," Victoria said, opening the door out of Nick's bedroom. She turned and looked at her brother with an enormous and not overly chaste smile. Nick felt his heat begin to race, and his cock hardened even more, just in case it was needed. Victoria looked down at her brother's cock and laughed. "No time for that, you're going to be late!" she exclaimed. "Come on, we've got to run." Nick took off after his sister. She was rather fast for a girl, and Nick had a hard time keeping up. Victoria ran into the garage and mounted the bike way up close to the handle bars so Nick would have room to ride behind her. The bar was inches from her tight little pussy and Nick gasped, imagining what it would look like to have the cold metal spit his sister's pussy lips apart. He moaned, completely enchanted with the vision. "Come on!" Victoria ordered. "I promised Mom that I'd make sure you got to school on time. I don't want my daughter to be displeased with me." "I think I'll just run," Nick replied sheepishly. He was beginning to feel a little embarrassed for getting so hard over his little sister. "Oh, come off it!" Victoria snapped. "You'll be late for school if you run, plus you'll get your uniform all sweaty. You shouldn't be so prissy about your manhood, it leads to erectile dysfunction!" Nick mounted the bike behind Victoria and his cock instantly sprung into action, pressing against her butt cheeks just like he had imagined. Victoria didn't mind at all. Maybe she was just thinking about something and didn't notice, or maybe she really was just as easygoing as Nick had imagined. That thought made his cock ache. He barely noticed the ride to school, though the wind was cold against his skin and it reminded him vaguely of the sensation of his hard cock being exposed to the air. The scenery sped past without ever once registering in his brain. His mind was on his cock that pressed against Victoria's buttocks and on his hands that were wrapped right underneath her breasts, from time to time running a finger against her hard nipples. He was reluctant to get off the bike when they got to school. He wanted to be near Victoria. Maybe he could fuck her on one of the gravestones at the cemetery! It would be fun to do something so naughty in front of so many graves, even if the dead weren't really around to notice. He imagined his cock sliding into Victoria from behind as she leaned against a giant granite headstone. Would she perhaps let him eat her pussy as she sat on top of someone's gravestone? That would be so damn hot! Nick felt a squeezing sensation in his testicles that meant he was close to orgasm. He blushed and tried to think of something else. It wouldn't do to have a humungous bulge in his pants when he walked into his class, much less put a load of sperm into his clean underwear. He couldn't really go with Victoria anyway. He'd missed so much class recently that his grades would begin to slip if he didn't pay more attention to his studies, and Nick wanted to get into a good college as much as Elisabeth did. It was sort of a tasteless fantasy anyway, all considering, and so Nick tried really hard not to feel bad about abandoning it. Victoria was in mourning and it was disrespectful to the dead. And after all, there would be other opportunities to do something kinky with Victoria. Strictly speaking, Nick didn't need to get laid several times a day, did he? "Bye," said Victoria with a little wave and biked off. Nick stared after her longingly. Maybe he should have stood his ground and gone to fuck her in the cemetery, but she was gone now and he had no choice but to head to class. The bell was about to ring. On the plus side, his homeroom teacher, the one with the big tits, was wearing a shirt with a really low neckline and Nick began to drool. He waited with bated breath for his teacher to lean over just a little more and her plump nipples to topple out over the edge of her shirt. Oh, fuck, he was so hard. The whole thing sent images of his cock thrusting into his sister's cleavage racing through his head almost against his will, and he moaned in satisfaction, forgetting where he was entirely. The girl next to him snickered. Nick reddened and gave her an evil look. He was imagining all sorts of kinky things he would like to do for vengeance, which amounted to tying her up and fucking her up the ass while she had a huge candle in her pussy. He was pleased when she turned her head in embarrassment and began paying more than usual attention to what the teacher was talking about. He didn't realize that all the black magick he had been practicing had given his eyes a bit of a sinister glint that normal people found intimidating. When the bell rang for the morning break, Nick picked up his books quietly and went to the door. Despite his minor victory over the girl who had caught him having the kinky daydream, he was feeling rather embarrassed and subdued. He couldn't help it. It was his nature! He was keeping his head down and planning to sneak into one of the bathroom stalls to jack off before his next class. But he didn't get the chance. The girl, whose name he thought might be Jessica, pulled him aside in the hallway and pressed him against the lockers as though she was going to try to take his lunch money. Her long blond hair was hanging over her shoulders and she was panting slightly with the exertion, which have her a sort of ruffled appearance. This made Nick incredibly horny. The girl reached down and touched the crotch of Nick's pants experimentally, though she missed his cock by several inches, something Nick was painfully aware of. She stared up at Nick with a pouting expression on her face and perhaps just a glimmer of a tear in her eye. Nick's breath caught in his throat. He couldn't help finding the whole situation rather stimulating. He opened he mouth to invite her to kiss him but she didn't move and continued to stare at him, her eyes shining. Elisabeth called from down the hall and Jessica turned to look at her, a glimmer of fear in her eye. "Later," she whispered seductively and drew back. She glanced again at Elisabeth and walked away from Nick as though nothing had happened. Nick thought this was very odd and more than a little disappointing, and he stared after her ass longing for a couple more moments as Elisabeth and Amber approached. "We need to talk to you about something important," Amber said in a harsh whisper. "Yeah, but it's got to be someplace private. It's about you know what," Elisabeth added conspiratorially. Nick didn't quite know what they meant, but his cock sprang to attention at the thought of being somewhere private with Amber and Elisabeth. It felt like ages since he had time to do something kinky with them, and he was so anxious to get his hands on their lovely bodies that he was nearly drooling. They opened a door to the janitor's closet and squeezed in. There wasn't any light and it was kind of creepy, but on the plus side they were all so squished together that Nick couldn't help touching the girls' breasts with his shoulders. "So, what was it you wanted to talk about?" Nick asked, his voice slightly uncomfortable. "Well, Amber and I have been talking and we've decided that we're really serious about our magick," Elisabeth offered into the darkness of the janitor's closet. "We've summoned the dead, which is really impressive, but where do we go from there? We thought about making a homunculus out of our dead dog Happy, using his remains that are still in buried in Mom's flower garden, but that's not big enough, not now." "And I wanted to seduce my older brother when he came back from college, but we easily managed that yesterday night without any magick whatsoever," Amber added. "Men have a real thing for bisexual women," Elisabeth explained. "He nearly soiled his pants when he saw me slide my entire hand into Amber's pussy." Nick gasped. The image of Elisabeth's smooth knuckles disappearing into Amber's sopping wet hole was almost more than he could handle. He staggered, lost his footing and fell against one of the girls. His open mouth happened to land right over her breast, as though he had intended it. Amber moaned like a slut and Elisabeth tried to pull Nick off her friend, but she couldn't see where her hands were and she ended up grabbing Nick's cock, which, of course, was rock-hard. Nick squealed like a girl and fell backwards into Elisabeth, knocking her onto the floor and landing on top of her. Amber lost her footing too and landed with a bang on top her two friends. Nick couldn't help noticing that his hard cock was resting against the seat of her underwear. He moaned. Damn, he wanted to fuck her. Amber, probably blushing, stood up and patted her skirt to straighten it. "Anyway, he we need a bigger challenge than necromancy or plain seduction, so we've decided to summon an ancient god!" Amber said happily. Nick stared in her direction blankly. "You're supposed to get all sorts of special powers from summoning one," Amber added excitedly. Nick was tempted to reach down under her skirt and see just how wet she was from thinking about this. "We're supposed to start with something minor, like a lunar god or something," Elisabeth explained. "But I figure we're good enough that we can manage Tiamat, the Babylonian goddess of chaos and destruction, if Amber and I throw in our virginity. Oh, and if we can use you and Victoria as mediums. We'll need your super-semen, and Vicky's otherworldliness." "You can have all the sperm you want right now." Nick said unzipping the fly of his pants. "I'm so fucking horny I feel like I could explode." Amber giggled. Elisabeth tried to swat him on the ass, but in the darkness, she ended up hitting him in the testicles. Nick doubled over in pain with an awful groan and Amber's giggling got even louder. "What's the risk?" Nick asked, blinking back tears. He had a bit of experience being a medium already, and didn't particularly like the idea of having to do it again. It was a tad too weird, watching from the inside as his dead grandmother fucked his sister's friend up the ass using his cock. Black Magick Ch. 11 "Oh, just death, insanity, and the destruction of all physical reality," Elisabeth said quickly, as though she wanted to get the words out of her mouth as quickly as possible and would much rather not be saying them at all. "But none of these outcomes are very likely," Amber added, just as quickly. "And we're pretty confident. It's as though we were born to have magical powers." "At any rate, tomorrow is the new moon. This marks the beginning of our one-moon purification. We've both gone on the pill so we won't bleed during the month. There are other rituals too. Like fasting, but you don't have to worry about that too much. We'll start preparing the two of you as mediums as the time gets closer." Suddenly, the door opened and they all tumbled out, landing at the feet of their English teacher, Mr. Jackson, who was acting as hall monitor. Fortunately, Nick fell on his face, and his exposed cock was thus hidden from the teacher view. Elisabeth said they had gone in the closet to get a mop to clean up the spill from a flooded toilet, and she was such a good student that the teacher was forced to accept her explanation. The three of them brushed themselves off and headed towards their respective classes. Mr. Jackson stared after them, perhaps paying just a little too much attention to Nick's ass, though part of Elisabeth's shirt was tucked into her panties. --- Nick had a hard time concentrating though his next few class, and no amount of worrying about college, or the erection in his pants, could take his mind off the ritual Elisabeth and Amber expected him to perform. The thought of insanity, death and universal destruction hung over him like a dark veil. The fact that he knew Victoria was in the cemetery doing who knows what to commemorate her own death didn't help, either. His entire life seemed completely screwed up. The natural order of things was utterly destroyed. He wasn't supposed to be lusting after his sister, or acting as his mother's sex toy, though the lump in his pants told him otherwise. Dead relatives weren't supposed to be coming back to life and showing up unannounced as hot new sisters in way-too-kinky clothing. The world just didn't work that way. It was all black magick. Jessica poked him in the back. It was only then that he remembered their strange exchange earlier in the day, and his cock began to twitch in anticipation. "Come up on the roof with me and we'll continue our conversation," she said with a coy smile. Nick sprang up from his chair excitedly and snatched up his bag without losing a moment. He was so horny that his underwear was practically soaked in precum. Elisabeth was waiting for him outside the door, but he told her she would have to wait some more. When Jessica looked at Elisabeth, she looked as though she might pass out, but Nick pulled her up the stairs to the roof, touching the back of her skirt just a little more than was strictly necessary. "Ok, what is it you want to tell me?" Nick asked trying to make nervous conversation. "You've been practicing magick, haven't you?" Jessica asked, brushing her ponytail out of her face. There was a breeze that blew hair in her face, obstructing her vision. "Yes," Nick replied softly. Jessica moved closer to him, her fingers grasping to unzip the fly of his pants. Nick's cock quickly swelled and he was very near bursting by the time she had fished his cock out of his pants." "You know, you shouldn't mess around with stuff like that," Jessica said, rubbing his enormous member against the her inner thighs under her uniform. Nick grunted in agreement and his cock in her hand slipped just a little closer to her underwear. Nick gasped. The anticipation alone was almost to enough to drive him over the edge. "You know, I was dating the exchange student who gave your sister that book," Jessica said, almost casually. She was rubbing the head of Nick's cock against her slit through her cotton panties as though it were a dildo. Nick groaned in appreciation. He was too horny to think too hard about what she was saying. "But you see, the thing is, I called his parents' house in Italy, yesterday. They sounded all upset and said he never made it back to Rome," Jessica continued. Nick slightly relieved the boyfriend in question was so completely out of the picture, though he didn't want to admit it, even to himself. It felt so good, having his cock handled after being so hard all day, and he didn't want to complicate things. "His plane was struck by lightning over the Atlantic. They never retrieved any bodies," Jessica added. She pulled her panties aside and began rubbing Nick's cock along her inner pussy lips. Nick felt a chill run through his body that had nothing to do with the sexual stimulation. He had always been a sucker for creepy stories, especially ones with a kick like this one. He gently removed Jessica's hand from his cock and replaced it with his own. He rubbed the head of his cock against her clit a couple of times causing Jessica to cry out in pleasure. But the moment he began to move to push the head of his cock into her pussy Jessica drew back and got on her knees instead. Nick was rather upset that it didn't seem he'd get to fuck her, but he didn't feel too sorry for himself. Jessica swirled her tongue around the head of his cock like a professional and pushed it so far back in her throat Nick didn't know how she kept herself from chocking. The way she sucked his cock was a form of total abandonment. It was as if she was consuming his entire essence, not just pleasuring him. Nick had never felt anything quite like it. "Shit, Nick, what the hell are you doing?" Elisabeth gasped. "I thought you had better taste than to fuck trash like that." She glared at Jessica. "You stole my boyfriend from me, so I'm going to steal your brother," Jessica laughed. "It's a shame you can't blow this nice plump cock of his like I can. He feels pretty damn good around the tonsils." "Come on Nick, we're going to meet your mom and aunt at the cemetery," Amber said, appearing in the door. "God, can't I suck a cock in peace?" Jessica complained. Elisabeth looked like she wanted to pry Nick off of her. "Come on, why fuck that cheap slut when you can have me?" Amber said, laughing. Nick felt weird, trying to get blown with so many people watching him, but Jessica ruthlessly continued to pushing her lips against his public hair, taking his entire cock and balls into her mouth, insistent on doing the job properly. Nick came no less than three times before Jessica was satisfied and allowed him to pull free and bike away with Elisabeth and Amber. --- They biked for a couple miles to the little cemetery. There were police cars lining the street. Was someone famous being buried? When they approached the set of markers engraved with the name Stuart, Nick noticed his mother and aunt sitting on the ground, looking shocked. His mother Susan had her hand on her sister's shoulder and it was almost a full minute before he noticed what they were looking at. Someone had desecrated his grandmother's grave. There was dirt everywhere, and a bit to the side lay the remains of the coffin, torn open as though by some great force. The coffin contained only the decayed fragments of the dress Nick's grandmother had been buried in. The remains and all her jewelry, including a sapphire pendant she was given when she had graduated from a women's college and her wedding ring, were gone. Elisabeth seemed to be in total shock and Nick wasn't feeling much better. In fact, though he wasn't completely stunned like the women were, he was pretty sure he felt a good deal worse than they did, because he had a sinking suspicion that he knew what was going on. Without saying anything, Nick took Elisabeth's bike and started home. It was a good couple of miles, but he was so pumped with adrenaline that it took him hardly anytime to get there. He threw the bike into the front lawn and raced around back to unhook the wood gate that led to the backyard. Victoria was floating face up in the swimming pool, the surface of the water shining brilliantly in the sunlight against her bare breast. The drops of water that rolled down the mounds made her seem unreal, like a girl from a nude calendar. Her clothing was all bundled up at the edge of the concrete, distinctly dirtier than it had been in the morning, and the water around her had a slightly muddy consistency. She looked like an old picture of drowned Ophelia, especially the way the individual strands of her hair fanned out in the water, but Nick couldn't believe that a woman who spent some much effort coming back from the dead would kill herself so easy. "Victoria, what do you think you're doing?!" Nick shouted with all the force he had. His chest heaved as his lungs struggled to fill his blood with more oxygen. His body was shaking slightly from the excess of adrenaline. Victoria didn't move and Nick began to panic. He grabbed the pool net and put the tip up against his youngest sister to push her to the edge were he could pull her out. But the moment the metal came into contact with her body her eyes opened and she stood up quickly on the bottom of the pool. "Oh, hi, Nick! Sorry, have you been there long? I have a hard time noticing things when I'm meditating," Victoria said, pushing one of her long black curls behind her ear. "Don't you 'oh hi' me. You dug up Grandma, didn't you?" Nick spat. "Oh, so that's why you look so pissed," Victoria said, parting her hair into three pieces so she could braid it. She didn't seem overly concerned, given the gravity of the situation. "Your grandmother's body wasn't in that coffin. As a matter of fact, I'm wearing it, with a few minor modifications. It's best to come back to live in your own body, you know. The soul already feels comfortable there." "Still, how can you do that to us? You're family. Don't you know how much suffering you've caused Mom and Aunt Angela?" Victoria shrugged. "I didn't take anything that wasn't mine. The city officials will apologize and make up a story that will smooth everything over, and everyone will have forgotten by the end of the week." Nick didn't really believe this, but somehow he felt a bit pacified by her explanation, though he couldn't have said why if someone had asked him. He walked into the house, brought out a big fluffy towel and handed it to Victoria, who wrapped it above her breasts. That night, a city official arrived, and, apologizing profusely, explained about all the desecrations that were going on all over the state. He handed Susan an urn that supposedly held Nick's grandmother's ashes. No one seemed to remember about the ring and the pendant, and a week later it was as if nothing had changed, except of course Victoria's new jewelry and the stranger's ashes that now rested peacefully on the mantelpiece. Black Magick Ch. 12 Nick lay in the darkness, his mother Susan's head on his chest. Her breasts pressed against his pubic bone. The moon was so bright that it seemed as though the sun would be rising soon, though it was only a little past midnight. Nick slowly extricated himself, very careful not to wake his mother, went to his school desk and looked out the window into the night air. Half of Elisabeth and Amber's "month of purification" was over now, and that meant the time for the great ritual would soon approach. The girls were probably out somewhere again, engaging in some sort of kinky ritual. He ought to knock on Elisabeth's door and check if she was still in bed, but for some reason the task seemed loathsome to him. Nick continued to stare out the window into the night, and his right hand wrapped around his cock and he began to pump. His spent cock quickly sprang back up to erection. If he turned his head a little to the right, he could see the pool out of the corner of his eye. His pace on his cock quickened. A drop of precum glistened on the head. Nick squinted into the darkness. The moon was so bright he couldn't make out any stars. He grasped the head of his cock and squeezed it. He pulled a tissue out from the box on his desk and shot a wad of cum into it. As he continued to stare out the window, he tossed the wasted paper into the trash receptacle. He crawled back under his covers and his mother yawned and eyed him hungrily. They slept the rest of the night having hot kinky sex in every position imaginable. --- Sunday morning, the entire family was sitting in front at the kitchen table, eating toast and bacon before church. Elisabeth, who was now attending mass morning and night, was wearing a white loosely crocheted mini-dress which resembled a lacy doily, and she had to wear a thong underneath, or her crotch would show between the elaborate loops, which adorned her body rather than hid any part of it from her bother's view. On top of that, she obviously had altered it so the neck-line was low over the her cleavage. It had to be a miracle that she was allowed to leave the house dressed liked that, though Susan has become a little more lax since Nick became her personal sex toy. In Nick's twisted, hormone-drenched mind, Elisabeth looked like some perverted caricature of a nun, and Nick began to fantasize about his sister joining a convent. Knowing her, she'd start a tradition of hardcore lesbian S&M orgies after mass and then make a killing selling tapes of it on the Internet. People had a creative knack in Nick's family. Nick reached down slowly beneath the table and let his finger rub against the crotch of his pants. He was hard enough to burst. Across from Elisabeth, Victoria was sitting, in a little white dress and thigh-high stockings, kicking her legs in and out as though pushing herself on a swing. Her large breasts loomed dangerously close to her breakfast plate with every oscillation. Nick excused himself from the table and ran into his room, making sure to lock the door behind him. He ripped his cock from his pants and began to stroke it wildly. In under a minute he'd filled another tissue full of cum and mixed it in with the crumpled pieces of scratch paper. He heard a knock at the door and, stuffing his cock back into his pants, went to open it. His father Samuel eyed him darkly from the door. "Time to go to church," he said, in a less-than-eager tone of voice. Nick shrugged. He didn't care much these days whether he went to church or not, they only went because his mother, and now Elisabeth too, demanded it of them. Samuel straightened his son's tie and gave him a sympathetic half-smile. Nick knew that his father always carried a piece of scratch paper and a pen around with him to church and family gatherings, and spent most of the time scribbling notes for new money-making schemes. What right did his father have to smile at him, like he was some sort of co-conspirator? Not one word of their stupid preacher's pathetic sermons would reach Samuel though the brick wall he had put up against the world. Nick had never met anyone so good at being isolated from his surroundings. Samuel couldn't really be considered to be anywhere. Nick balled his fists and stepped away from his father. In the living room, Victoria was standing on a chair so she could reach down into the urn that supposedly held their grandmother's ashes, but in fact contained the remains of some complete stranger. "I wonder who that really is," Nick said, stepping closer to his sister so only she could hear him. Nick was pretty sure that the two of them were the only ones who knew those ashes weren't really his grandmother's. "Oh, she's a 19-year-old runaway turned cheap street prostitute. She died of a heroin overdose twenty years ago," Victoria said, scooping up a handful of ashes and letting it slide slowly from her fingertips, back into the urn. "No one bothered to claim her ashes, so that's why we've got them now. It kind of makes you feel sorry for her, doesn't it?" "Don't tell me you're planning to bring her back to life!" Nick exclaimed, taking a step away from his youngest sister. "And why not?" Victoria replied, replacing the lid of the urn roughly. "Wouldn't it be nice to have an older sister for a change? It not like your family's too poor to take in another stray. Your father really has a talent for making money. "That's not the issue!" Nick exclaimed. "I'm sick of all this black magick that's running wild all over the house. I don't want to see any more spirits brought back to life on a whim. Have all the women in this house gone mad?" "What in heaven's name are the two of you doing there?" their mother Susan called from the doorway, where she was standing with Samuel and Elisabeth. "How many times do I have to ask you to leave my mother's ashes alone? They're not playthings. Now hurry up and wash your hands, for goodness' sake, we're going to be late for church!" "Yes, ma'am," Victoria said, jumping off the chair and running to the kitchen to wash her hands. Nick watched, openly hypnotized by Victoria's butt bouncing up and down as she struggled to get her hands under the stream of water. If the rest of his family noticed his fascination, they didn't comment. Elisabeth smiled vaguely and his mother gave him a bit of a stern look, but it was hardly worth mentioning. Before long, the whole family was in their big white minivan and on their way to church. Samuel had collapsed the back seat, so he'd have room to stack old computers and metal pieces he had collected from the junkyard for one of his new ideas, so Nick was squeezed in the middle between his two buxom sisters. "See, there's no room for a big sister," Nick hissed in Victoria's ear. They were packed in so tight that Nick had to pull his shoulder free from behind Elisabeth's back to turn to talk to her. "What are you two talking about?" Elisabeth asked suspiciously. "Oh, nothing," Nick said quickly. "Victoria just wants to perform more dangerous magick, that's all." "Oh, don't mention magick," Elisabeth gasped orgasmically, her face coloring slightly. "I'm not supposed to be doing any magick except spells to increase arousal, or getting off at all until the ritual, and I'm going through such withdrawal, I feel like I'm about to start twitching! I still have two more weeks to go!" Nick's cock reached new levels of hardness from the slutty arousal in his sister's voice, and he slowly began to run his hand under her skirt. Elisabeth moaned slightly and let her brother inch slowly up her thigh. Nick felt his heart begin to race. His parents were in the front seat. It didn't matter that he had to play dildo for his mother at night. She didn't know that he had a sexual relationship with his sister, and Nick knew she'd certainly kill him if she found out. The naughtiness and the danger was intoxicating to him. His hands became very sweaty and his breathing ragged. Victoria stared at the two of them out of the corner of her eye so she could catch a glimpse without their mother catching on. Nick inched up closer and closer to Elisabeth's pussy, but when he circled his finger under the elastic of her thong, she covered his hand with her own. "No, I need to be good," she whispered. "I've only got two more weeks, that's all, and then I can have all the hot steamy sex I want." She pushed Nick's hand away. Almost immediately, Victoria grabbed Nick's hand and tucked it under her own skirt. "I don't know why both Elisabeth and Amber insist on being so silly, purification is highly overrated," she said, pushing one of Nick's fingers into her velvety interior. Nick moaned slightly and bent slowly to nibble at the side of her neck. Damn, he was so aroused. It was almost as if he hadn't jacked off just half an hour before. Nick pushed his fingers between Victoria's pussy lips. Her juices stuck between his digits as he playfully explored her body. It was now Elisabeth's turn to watch hungrily from the corner of her eye, and it was obvious that she was having a hard time struggling against the urge to touch herself. Her nipples were hard against the fabric of her lingerie-like dress and her lips had become rather redder than usual from arousal. She forced her gaze forwards and kept her fingers kneaded together in her lap, her thumbs rubbing back and forth softly along her skirt, as though they had a mind of their own. Nick smiled broadly. It was fun to see her squirm. He pushed another finger into Victoria's pussy and spread his fingers apart, causing her to gasp uncontrollably. Susan looked back from the front seat, and Nick barely had enough time to extract his hand from beneath his sister's skirt before his mother could catch him pleasuring his sister. Nick glared at Victoria, furious at her for almost giving the two of them away. "Oops," Victoria mouthed and smiled devilishly. She licked her top lip enticingly, making Nick's voice catch in his throat. His pulse was still racing, but all anger quickly dissolved. He felt exhilarated. Elisabeth stifled a lusty snicker. "What in heaven's name are your kids up to?" Susan asked, casting her voice backwards while still concentrating on driving. "Nothing," Elisabeth said trying to keep the laughter out of her voice. Samuel, who otherwise appeared completely asleep, slapped his wife on the thigh roughly and left his hand there, toying with her leg playfully with careful flicks of the wrist. His wife moaned and that was the end of the confrontation. Nick quietly slipped his hand back under his sister's skirt. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his father's thumb slip underneath the elastic band of his mother's underwear. Like father, like son. Nick parted Victoria's pussy lips again and she sighed contently. Elisabeth was nearly trembling from sex withdrawal, the white strings of her skirt pushed up almost all the way to her panties, and she was seriously biting her lips to keep her hands from her pussy. That, too, added significantly to Nick's intense arousal. His cock was pressed menacingly against the material of his dress pants. Oh, what he wouldn't give to rip off that dental-floss dress, throw Elisabeth over the edge of the seat and fuck her brains out. But there was no way. Not here, not now. "Two more weeks," he thought wistfully, plunging a couple of fingers into Victoria's pussy. Just two more weeks, and he'd get to fuck both Elisabeth and Amber. It was going to be great. If only they'd forget about that stupid spell and let him fuck them now. He began rubbing himself through his pants with his free hand. He was so distracted that he didn't realize, until he looked, that he was fucking Victoria hard with the four fingers of his right hand. She was riding his fist like an oversized dildo. "Shit," Nick gasped under his breath. He released his cock and turned towards Victoria to see how much of his other hand he could stuff into her. He was getting way too aroused by now, and the contents of his balls were threatening to spill into his pants without further stimulation. He forced himself to hold back. He didn't think he'd feel right sitting through mass in cum-soiled underwear. Victoria came quickly after the extra fingers were inserted, and she had to bite her upper lip to keep herself from crying out as the great wave of pleasure wracked her body. Nick bit his tongue and forced back his own orgasm. There'd be time for that later, he'd make sure of it. Very soon after, the car came to a stop in the church parking lot, and Nick tried desperately to compose himself for the sermon. One look at the great church building was enough to make him lose his erection, but he couldn't so quickly dispose of the blotch of precum that shined against his black pants. He picked up a rag that was lying on the floor and began to rub. Even without the erection, his cock was still extremely sensitive, and he very nearly sprang back up to attention from the pressure of the rag against his crotch. Elisabeth wiped away a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth, where she had bitten her lip. Victoria pushed her skirt down to cover her soaked panties and skipped along behind her parents and siblings. They stepped into the entryway to anoint themselves with holy water. Nick absently dashed a little on himself out of habit and Elisabeth put her finger to her mouth afterwards and sucked on it, her eyes glazing over in satisfaction as though eating something tasty. Victoria sidestepped away from the bowl and walked into the sanctuary unblessed. Elisabeth sat down with Amber, who was wearing a little china dress with a long slit in the leg that went all the way up to her hip, and her family. Amber's brother Mark had his hand glued onto her thigh in a manner not entirely brotherly. Nick blushed, remembering the way he'd fantasized about throwing Elisabeth over the seat earlier. Nick couldn't pay any attention at all during service. Victoria was obvious still really aroused from the fingering he had given her earlier, and spent the entire time playing with herself through the material of her skirt. Nick had to force himself not to look at her and she found this very amusing. She snickered twice rather loudly on the priest's heated sermon denouncing 'the pleasures of the body'. Nick was absolutely certain he heard her orgasm at least once. "Come around back," she whispered after mass. "There's something I want to show you." Nick nodded obediently, stroking the head of his cock slightly though his pants in anticipation. His mother was busy talking to the women who had been sitting a row ahead of him, and their father was frankly fast asleep, so they were able to easy slip away unnoticed. He noticed Amber and Elisabeth slip away from the Story family just as easily moments ahead of him, and his heart began to race from the excitement of following them. Whatever they were doing, it was obvious that they were up to no good, and Nick wanted to be part of it. Needless to say, Nick was right on the money about the virtue of Elisabeth and Amber's departure. When his sister and her friend walked into the little courtyard behind the church, they were met by a group of altar boys who'd snuck out the back through a door behind pulpit. The boys were fishing their cocks out of their black dress pants when Nick and Victoria came into sight. The devils! Nick gasped. His own cock of course had become rock hard in anticipation, but now that he saw what was going on he instantly broke out in a nervous sweat. Elisabeth and Amber knelt down almost as though in prayer and took the cocks in their mouths. Was it possible that this was part of the purification? It looked so damn holy somehow, besides being so incredibly slutty and the sighte of Amber and Elisabeth swaying back and forth with the boy's cock's in their mouths was hypnotizing. "Wow, having sex on church grounds, how avant-garde!" Victoria whispered with more than a trace of arousal in her voice. She was beginning to play with her nipples through her school dress and Nick couldn't help but reach is hand up her skirt and begin fingering her sopping wet cunt. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Victoria gasped. "You're going to give us away, and I was so looking forward to seeing what happens next!" Reluctantly, Nick slowed the pace of his hand in his sister's pussy so she could keep herself from crying out too much. "I thought you already knew all about this," Nick said, watching Elisabeth take the whole length of a cock down her throat. "Isn't this what you wanted to show me?" He gestured towards the two girls, who hungrily pumped the plump members in and out of their mouths while squealing rapturously like the schoolgirls they were. Oh, what Nick wouldn't give to see them put their hair up in pigtails! "Well, I sort of wanted you to see it," Victoria said dismissively. "I did catch the two of them doing basically the same thing last night, and thought: 'Hey, Nick would love to see this.' But actually, there is a rosary buried at the foot of the statue of the virgin Mary that I want." "Why would you want the rosary?" Nick asked. He was having trouble taking his eyes and mind off Elisabeth's nearly naked body, especially her butt cheeks that stuck out oh so temptingly from the back of her skirt and thong. "It used to belong to that girl I told you about. The one whose ashes rest on our fireplace." "Yeah?" Nick said absently. His free hand was reaching into his pants as he continued watching the two girls pleasuring the altar boys. While he watched, the priest shooed the two boys away and then pulled his own cock from his robes. Amber and Elisabeth wigged their way over to him and began to lick his cock at the same time. Periodically, one of them or the other would take the whole length into their mouth before returning to lick it. "Well, she buried it there years ago, after her father raped her," Victoria added, her hand rubbing between her legs and gingerly rubbing against Nick's hand in the process as he continued toying with her pussy. "That's part of the reason she ran away from home." The priest came explosively, covering Amber's face with cum, which Elisabeth quickly began to lick clean, pushing some of the excess into Amber's mouth with her tongue, paying extra attention to cleaning off her friends eyelids and obviously relishing the taste of cum in her mouth. "Shit, that's hot!" Nick moaned, completely forgetting about Victoria, who pulled her wet hand out of her wetter pussy and grabbed him my the left hand as he was stroking himself with his right. She dragged him off towards the statue of the Virgin Mary. It was the sort of beautifully crafted stone statue that seemed to cry in the rain and really gave the onlooker the feeling of divine retribution and mercy. Victoria touched the ground in three places, fondling the grass as though it was a woman's public region, before she figured out where to dig. Nick didn't know for sure just what criteria she was using to decide, though his cock was paying extra special attention to the whole procedure. Eventually, he came to his senses and decided that it was wrong to let a girl do all the work. He got down on his knees, gently nudged Victoria out of the way and began to dig in her stead, though he missed the tender way she seem to crease every handful of dirt. He found himself strangely reminded of the time two weeks ago when Victoria had exhumed her own coffin at the local cemetery. Had she used her bare hands then, like she did now? It must have taken her ages! Not to mention the effort of hauling the heavy wooden casket above ground. It had taken four grown men to carry the coffin to the cemetery. The task was obviously impossible for a normal girl. Of course, Victoria was hardly normal. He wondered vaguely if his sister's pussy had been wet while she opened the lid to her own coffin. Black Magick Ch. 12 A couple of feet down, Nick came across the rosary. He quickly brushed the dirt off it and found that it was that it was an antique, with a silver credo cross, garnet and glass beads, and a silver and copper reliquary box with an image of the Virgin and son that looked strangely obscene, in an incestuous sort of way. He handed the rosary reluctantly to Victoria. "How did you know where to find it?" Nick asked, sitting back on the ground and wiping his hands clean on the grass. "I channeled her spirit." Victoria said simply. "I've gotten a lot better at using my powers since retrieved this talisman," she added, holding up her left hand on which she wore the ring. Nick thought that "retrieved" was a very peculiar euphemism for grave robbing, but he let it pass. It seemed a little petty to bring the issue up just now. "Does that mean that you're serious about resurrecting her?" Nick asked with a gulp. He had been pretty much bottom to everyone during Victoria's resurrection, and was not anxious to repeat the experience. "Of course I am!" Victoria said, slightly irritated, rubbing her clit a couple of times as though to calm herself. She had an expression on her face as though Nick had been challenging her honor. "It's every practitioner's dream to bring someone back from the dead. You should know that! Resurrection and summoning of strange creatures are the hallmark clichés of black magick." She thrust her hands against her hips and stared at her brother. Nick sighed. "Oh, come on, it will be fun," Victoria said, egging her brother on. "Besides, I really need a cock to make the spell come out right, and I'd rather use you than a dildo." "Are you offering to fuck me?" Nick asked, perking up slightly. "Of course I am," Victoria replied, her hands still on her hips. "What do you take me for, some pathetic virgin who doesn't know what to do with a penis? I was the mother of two children in my past life, for crying out loud." "And I don't have to be possessed by any more spirits?" Nick asked uncertainly. "I've had quite enough of my cock being used by dead people." "Of course not. I'll do that part for you. I'm a much more powerful medium than you'll ever be, if you don't mind my saying so." "Then I'll do it," Nick announced, standing up proudly as though committing himself to some spectacular feet of courage rather than giving in to petty sexual bribery. "So, what is it that are you going to do?" Elisabeth asked suddenly, walking up to her siblings with Amber in tow. Victoria quickly slipped the rosary into her stocking to hide it from view. "None of your business," Victoria replied haughtily. "If you're doing magick that will affect the family, it totally is my business," Elisabeth replied stamping her foot so the cords of her dress flew up, exposing her white thong panties to everyone's view. "Come on! Enough nonsense, our parents are calling," Amber interjected. They trudged back to the parking lot. Elisabeth got permission to have a slumber party at Amber's house again. They were giggling like crazy and foundling each other's breasts suggestively while their parents weren't looking. Susan strongly hinted that Victoria ought to go also, but she refused, telling her mother that she planned to go to the movies with Nick in the evening. The way she grabbed Nick's ass when he stepped into the station wagon promptly reminded him of their real plans. --- Victoria and Nick took their bikes out after dark towards the church, carrying the girl's ashes in a large Tupperware container. Victoria was wearing a little kinky Goth number that ended just above her crotch and showed a bit of her sopping wet pussy, which made Nick nearly crash his bike three times before they arrived. Earlier in the day, Victoria had replaced the contents of the urn with ashes from the fireplace, and since no one but her looked inside the urn anyway, no one would ever know the difference. They stopped at the mall, where Victoria's dress turned the heads of several unscrupulous men and a team of security guards, but Victoria was able to buy strawberry syrup, candles, modeling clay and cone incense they needed for the ritual by bribing the guards with blowjobs. She was still licking cum off her lips when they arrived at the church. Nick didn't like the idea of doing the ceremony on the altar, but Victoria explained that it was entirely necessary. "Church is one of the few places the runaway girl actually felt safe," Victoria said, meditatively gazing up at the big cross that hung over the building. "Her spirit is much more likely to present itself to us there." Nick nodded and tried not to think about the sin he was about to commit. It was wrong to fuck his sister, but it was much, much worse to do it in church. The thought made shivers run down his spine. He was becoming positively superstitious. They dismounted their bikes in the parking lot and locked them to one of the decorative trees. Victoria put her hand against the wood door of the church and it swung open. The power turned on by itself just as suddenly, and Nick felt himself tremble. Victoria led him into the building by the arm and his breath caught in his throat in anticipation. But he continued to walk forward, not sure whether he felt like he was in a dream or a nightmare. Nick was wearing a very heavy backpack full of all the ingredients they would need to perform the ritual. He felt very dizzy and lightheaded, and was having a little trouble keeping himself upright as he continued to walk onward. He set the pack down on the altar and Victoria quickly began unpacking it, drawing the magic circle, filling the room with incense, and arranging the other items. Nick stared, openly drooling as he watched her soft pink pussy disappearing and reappearing as she worked. His cock was hard to the point of bursting out of his pants. "Come over here and jack off into the clay," Victoria instructed, pointing to the mound of modeling clay without bothering to look up from drawing an elaborate symbol in strawberry syrup. "What!?" Nick exclaimed, his cock shrinking slightly. "I thought you were going to fuck me!" "Don't be silly, of course I will," Victoria sighed, a little exasperated "But we all know how quickly you can get it up again, jacking off once isn't going to hurt anything. A little bit of cum in the clay will make the body much more virile. " Nick felt like protesting again, but decided against it. Sometimes a guy's got to make sacrifices for the higher purpose of getting laid. He quickly pulled his cock out of his pants and began stroking it, and then quickly pumping it full-force with his fist. "When you're done over there, can you fill this water bottle with holy water and knead it into the clay for me?" Victoria asked without a trace of emotion. "Personally I can't stand to touch the stuff." Nick turned to look at his sister. She was absent-mindedly removing her dress, leaving only a lacy low-cut bra, and a garter belt with stockings. Without warning, Nick's cock erupted, ejecting a stream of semen onto the pile of clay. The white cum glistened coldly against the earthen color of its surroundings. The pleasure was oddly intense and contrasted immensely with the natural atmosphere of the church. It made Nick feel positively sinful. Victoria pushed an empty water bottle towards him and Nick jumped down off the altar, his cock still hanging out of his pants. He went to the bowl of holy water near the entrance. It felt a little weird to see something as mundane as the plastic bottle, something that might as well be a piece of trash, disappear into the golden bowl, but Nick tried not to let it bother him too much. He tried reminding himself that he really wasn't that religious. But given the circumstances, knowing that didn't really help much. He rushed back to the altar and began slowly mixing the holy water into the clay. "Remember, not too much. We don't want it to loose structure," Victoria said. "We need just enough water so the ashes stick." Nick was so fascinated by the hint of soft pink nipple sticking over the top of her lacy black bra that he hardly heard the words that were coming out of her mouth. She handed him the Tupperware container full of the girl's ashes. "Knead these in, too, and then shape the clay as close as possible to human form." "But then I'd have to touch the ashes!" Nick protested, feeling himself beginning to get a little sick. "Just shut up and do it!" Victoria snapped. She pushed one of her long black locks out of her face and began tracing strange letters into the corners of her diagram. Nick returned to staring at her wet cunt. Reluctantly, Nick dumped the ashes into the wet clay and began to knead. After a couple of minutes he was able to force himself to forget about the ashes and began to enjoy himself, like when he used to make sculptures out of play dough in kindergarten. Nick tore the clay into pieces and began rolling them into balls to be the head, breasts and joints, and long cylinders to be the trunk and appendages. He took extra pain forming the mounds of the breasts and nipples, and pressed his thumb between the clay figure's legs to make a realistic pussy, just in case. "Very good," Victoria said, spreading her pussy lips apart. "Shall we get to fucking?" "Yes!" Nick said emphatically, nearly tearing his clothing in his eagerness to free himself from them. Everything would be all right as soon as he had his cock buried deep inside of her. Everything else would fade and there would only be the intense erotic pleasure. He needed sex like some people need nicotine. The anticipation was very nearly driving him insane. Victoria pulled the rosary out of her stocking and wrapped it around her wrist. "Lie on the ground in the center of the circle and I'll ride you reverse cow-girl, like they do in porn," Victoria said, stepping towards him. Nick still couldn't take his eyes off her pussy, which was as smooth and hairless as a baby's bottom. Was it possible that he was really going to fuck her? "I assume you'll be able to warn me about thirty seconds before you cum so I can free myself and give you your final instructions," Victoria said, tossing her hair like a real vixen. Nick didn't like the sound of that, but he nodded. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. His cock was rock hard again and he could feel a drop of precum pushing its way out of the head. The circle began to glow bright red and a yellow light fell from where the roof of the church used to be. "Oh shit!" Nick gasped. Victoria backed up towards him and put her legs on either side of his hips so she could slowly lower the her cunt onto his penis. She fumbled with the clasp on back of her bra and tossed it to the slide, her large breasts pouring out and seeming to fade into the divine light. Nick gasped as he felt her velvety warmth begin to envelop him. Victoria bent back into a bridge, her long black hair falling onto Nick's chest, blocking much of his vision. The sound of the cross on her wrist hitting the altar was almost impossibly loud and melodic. He realized after a mesmerized second that if he would have to do almost all of the thrusting and began using the muscles in his back and legs to push himself in and out of his sister's wet hole. Victoria moaned like a slut and Nick had a hard time believing that there was ever a time when she didn't know the pleasure of having an orgasm. The sound of her moans was such a turn-on! Nick continued to push his way in and out of her, picking up his speed gradually. It was very hard work and his muscles were on fire, but the sound of his sister's voice lolled him into ecstasy. Hey, it wasn't his fault he was a sucker for horny women. He shifted some of the weight onto his arms to ease the aching in his lower back and began to kiss the hair that fell across his face. It was so beautiful. Why was he cursed with having the most beautiful creatures in the world for his sisters? If he hadn't given in to the temptation, he would have driven himself mad from desire. Nick reached up and grasped one of Victoria's breasts, though the effort nearly killed him. He needed to know that it was still there, still real. He was afraid he might be dreaming. "Oh, Victoria!" he gasped. "Oh! Oh!" Shit, he was going to cum. "Victoria... it's... it's time!" he moaned. Victoria quickly pulled herself from her him and turned around. "Nick," she gasped, obviously still very aroused. "You need to cum on me and then draw a pentagram on my belly with your seed." "Ok, one pentagram coming up," Nick moaned, shooting his load an inch above his sister's pussy, and then knelt to draw a five-pointed star centered on her bellybutton. "Now, make your decision. Eat my pussy until I climax, or get the hell out of the circle while I finger myself. You've got two seconds." "I'll stay." Nick said, very nearly drooling over Victoria's pussy. Even seconds after his orgasm he was still way too horny to be aware of any danger. Victoria spread her legs and Nick knelt and began to quickly lap up the juices that flowed from her hole. God, he had nearly forgotten how tasty pussy was. His mom was so into sex he hardly ever got to practice his oral talents. Victoria moaned and wrapped her legs around Nick's head. He couldn't see, but while he was pleasuring her, Victoria ran the rosary through her fingers and held it firmly against her chest. Her body tensed up and Nick knew that it wouldn't be much longer before she came. He let his tongue and jaw really go to work, relentlessly pleasuring every inch of her sensitive flesh. Victoria gasped and Nick's mouth became flooded with her juices. "Go!" Victoria half-cried, half-moaned, kicking Nick on the shoulder. "Go! I alone should be the medium. You can have your turn with her after she becomes corporeal." Nick leapt backwards out of the circle, though he felt spineless for leaving his sister to do the dirty work, especially after her body began trembling and convulsing. When she turned over and puked up her dinner, Nick decided he'd had enough and raced towards her. At the edge of the circle he collided with something hard and flew backwards at twice the speed he came in, flying away from the altar and landing hard amidst the benches. He watched in horror as Victoria tried to stand and fell to the ground. She began to crawl on all fours towards the clay figure, which was glowing bright white against the yellow and red of the circle and growing until it was almost life-size. Slowly, agonizingly, Victoria crawled, and Nick was so frantic that he barely noticed how erotic her butt looked. After what felt like an eternity, Victoria collapsed on top of the clay figure and all light vanished from the chapel. Black Magick Ch. 13 Nick ran back to the altar as fast as his legs could carry him. Victoria was lying on top of the puppet made of clay mixed with ashes, cum and holy water, which was to be transformed into a body for the girl they were trying to bring to life. Nick rolled Victoria over onto her back to make sure she was breathing. He had learned mouth-to-mouth resuscitation in junior high as part of a first-aid class, but he never expected to have to use it. But Victoria opened her eyes a moment before his lips met hers and pushed her tongue into his mouth with passion. It was several moments before Nick could bring himself to move away from his sister's lusty embrace, and by that time his cock had become quite sensitive and rock-hard again. Victoria gently massaged his slender hairless chest and dug her hand into his pants, her fingers ever-so-slightly rubbing against the head of his cock as if to tease him. Beside him, the clay body, which now looked quite human, extremely hot and very busty, began twitch and moan. Her gasping took on an erotic edge as she noticed what Nick and Victoria were up. "It's alive!" Victoria gasped, pulling her mouth away from her brother. Nick snickered despite himself. His cock was aching in his dress pants and his heart, still pounding in the aftermath of the bizarre ritual, was threatening to burst right out of his chest. Off the top of his head he couldn't decide which was more unpleasant. Victoria pushed herself off the ground and walked back over to her creation, bending down to knead the joints. This of course was rather appealing to Nick, since Victoria had not yet put on any clothing and her bare ass was pointing straight at him while she worked. The girl sat up stiffly and began to look around. Nick quickly noticed that her tits were humungous and silently congratulated himself on shaping them. "Where am I?" the girl asked a little nervously. "The last thing I remember is..." "You mean you don't remember being dead?" Victoria asked, her eyes narrowing. "What, I was dead?!" the girl gasped. "Well, I guess that would explain the terrible headache! I just though it was a hangover to end all hangovers." "Welcome to the 21st century," Nick said. "So what should we call her?" he asked, turning to Victoria. "I don't think it's a good idea for her to go by her old name." "You know, I think we'll call you Mary," Victoria said, staring at the garnet rosary on the wrist of her creation. Nick thought that name was rather too virginal for any future sister of his, but he decided to keep his mouth shut. He had already found that keeping quiet was a good way of keeping on a girl's good side, which was a good place to be. "I like that name," Mary said, with a beautiful seductive smile that took Nick's breath away. --- As a side effect of being resurrected, Mary wasn't wearing any clothing. In a noble moment, Nick pulled off his shirt and threw it over her head so she wouldn't have to walk outside completely undressed. The moment her nipples disappeared under the silk of the shirt, however, Nick began to resent having to hide her lovely body from view, and under his breath he cursed the conventions that made wearing clothing at all necessary. Fortunately, Mary was rather tall and, despite her formidable breasts, very slender, so Nick's shirt barely covered her pussy and ass. Nick had to hold Mary's arm as she stood up and slowly put one foot in front of the other. She stumbled slightly as she took her first steps. Nick pulled his eyes off her sizeable tits long enough to look up at her like an adoring father might. He noticed Victoria doing the same thing, and she smiled brightly when she noticed him. Mary stuck her tongue out at them both playfully and skipped down the stairs like a child, only stumbling slightly on her brand new legs. The three of them walked away from the church, hand in hand. The night air felt cold against Nick's skin and made him miss his shirt, and he cursed himself again for having given it to Mary. He felt even more naked than he actually was, and his nipples were hard, as though he had just finished swimming in very chilly water. The cold seemed to cut through him almost supernaturally and he stared up at the sky as though somehow expecting a bolt of lightning to strike him. He put his hands under his armpits in an futile attempt to warm himself, but stopped when he noticed Victoria giggling at him. He colored slightly in the moonlight, overtly conscious of himself. He still couldn't help being oddly obsessed with the night sky hanging over him as though the heavens were judging him for the magick he had just performed, for the sin of Mary's resurrection. He felt terribly awkward, as though he had done something regrettable, burned some bridge and found himself alone on the other side. After a month of fantasizing about sleeping with his sister he had finally done it. It was Victoria, not Elisabeth that he had fucked, but that hardly mattered. It felt so much different than fucking his mother was, that had almost been a chore, something she ordered him to do because she was bored with just fucking his father. It was different with a sister. He was supposed to protect her from men who wanted to take advantage of her, not sleep with her himself. What sort of animal was he? He held his breath and tried not to think about it. He glanced at Mary for moral reassurance and she turned and smiled at him, that same seductive smile she had given him before. Nick gulped nervously and tried to look away. Mary would still only be ashes sitting on their mantelpiece at home if he hadn't done his part in the ritual. Nick would never have gotten to see that beautiful smile. Somehow, that had to make everything all right for him. Victoria unlocked the bikes and offered to pedal Mary home, but their teenage "older sister" insisted on riding behind Nick instead. Nick blushed as she mounted the bike, carelessly exposing her pussy to view as she lifted her leg over the bike seat. He turned positively red when her rock-hard nipples pressed into his bare back. If he wasn't mistaken, she gave him a little slap on the ass for good measure. "Easy now," Nick told himself as his cock shot back up to attention. He lifted his head to look at the church building, hoping the stone wall would do something to help ease his erection, the way it did that morning. But somehow, it just didn't seem to hold the same power over him. He shivered and bit his lip. Nick kicked at the pedals and got the wheels moving. The three began slowly biking home. Partly to distract himself from Mary's breasts pressed against his back, Nick tried to engage his sisters in conversation, but he couldn't get more than a couple of words out of either of them. He noticed that Victoria's lips were constantly moving, as though she was speaking to someone invisible under her breath, and once she barely missed hitting a lamppost while making some kind of hand gesture. She colored slightly and giggled a little to cover up the near-accident, and then quickly restored her somber appearance. A couple of blocks away from their house, Victoria dismounted from her bike, laid down on the grass next to the road and started masturbating. Nick was horrified that one of the neighbors would step out of their house and notice. He'd be grounded for life for his inability to guard Victoria's honor! Unfortunately, his cock had sprang back up to erection at the sight of Victoria's fingers stroking her clit, and he couldn't keep himself from moaning softly as he watched. Mary came up and held him from behind, her oversized breasts pressing into his back the way they had on the bicycle, her hot crotch rubbing roughly against his leg as though she was using it to pleasure herself. Victoria began to rock and moan on the grass, and Mary's hand reached around and grabbed Nick's package though his dress pants. That was way too much for Nick. He squirted his load into his underwear. Victoria got up and mounted her bike without another word. "What movie did you three go to see?" their mother, Susan, asked as they stepped across the threshold, having parked their bikes in the garage. "Oh, Frankenstein," Victoria said without pausing. "It was showing cheap at the little theater downtown, and you know what a sucker I am for old horror movies. Susan's met eyes with Mary's, and for a moment, Nick was worried that all was lost, and that whatever magick trick Victoria had used to explain her own presence in the family hadn't worked for Mary. It was up to him to protect her, to keep her from having to go back to selling herself on the street. He felt a drop of sweat run down his face. His throat was dry and his mind was blank. What could he possibly say, given the circumstances? In any other family, half-naked older sisters don't appear out of nowhere, and for maybe thirty seconds, Nick wished he belonged to any other family but his own. Suddenly, whatever spell was supposed to fall into place, did. Nick's mother reached out and hugged Mary passionately, like a daughter she hadn't seen in months. She seemed completely oblivious the fact that Mary was naked under her brother's shirt. Nick sighed a breath of relief. No further excuses would be necessary. "Since it's rather late, feel free to use Elisabeth's room or to bunk with Victoria if you like, rather head back to your apartment downtown. "Thanks, Mom," Mary replied without missing a beat. "I think I'll stay in Victoria's room them," she added, properly interpreting the subtle signs Victoria had been giving her. Susan turned and cornered Nick when the two girls were out of sight. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me Mary dragged your poor innocent sister Victoria to some terrible porn movie?" she asked, grabbing her son by the balls dramatically and breathing the words down his throat in a manner that Nick was learning to find erotic. "No, ma'am," Nick replied, his lips brushing ever so slightly against his mother's as she loomed over him. "That was the most accurate reenactment of Frankenstein I've ever seen, and the special effects were really something. It really was worth every penny, believe me." His mother eyed him suspiciously as though she didn't quite believe him, but she let him go with a quick swat on the ass and a promise that she'd be in his room just as soon as she was sure his sisters were sound asleep. Nick grinned and walked back to his room. The noises coming from Victoria's bedroom sounded suspiciously like lesbian sex. "Oh no, don't, I couldn't possibly!" Mary's voice squealed girlishly through the thin wall. "Shh! Someone might hear you," Victoria hissed, her voice carrying just a little bit too much. "And beside, what harm will come of it? It will feel good, you'd better believe it." "Oh! I like pleasure," Mary cooed though the wall. Nick sighed and got up from his bed. "Hey, what the devil are you two doing in there?" Nick said, pounding on the wall. It was either that or start masturbating, and for once he wasn't in the mood to jack off. His cock was poking out so far it was threatening to punch a hole through the wall into his sister's bedroom. The girls began to giggle and Nick blushed profusely. To cover his embarrassment, he stomped over to the computer and decided to surf the web for porn. He was surprised to find that Elisabeth was signed in to ICQ. "Hey, what'cha doing?" Nick typed into the computer. The message came back almost instantly. "I'm pissed at Amber so I decided to surf the net for porn. You?" "Why are you mad at Amber?" Nick asked. "Oh, she's busy making out with her brother. And we're supposed to be purifying ourselves!" Elisabeth typed from Amber's condo downtown. Nick tried hard not to think how hot Amber was, and as jealous as he was of her brother for getting to make out with her, the thought of hands on her soft brown body was more than he could handle in his current state of arousal. "So, what sort of porn are you looking at?" Nick asked, fishing his cock out of his pants. Even after everything he's done that day, he still was a total sucker for his sister talking dirty to him. "Oh well, right now I'm watching a video of two women fucking each other with a garden hose, but it's extremely lame. I did just finish reading a cool erotic story featuring Stephen Hawking." Nick dropped his cock immediately and sprang out of his chair. "You mean that paralyzed physicist who talks using a computer? That's messed up! The person who wrote that must be some sort of a freak." Elisabeth replied with a toothy emoticon to convey her agreement. Nick smiled and started stroking his cock again. Something about Elisabeth's reaction was somehow very satisfying and erotic. "Hey, what are you doing?" Victoria asked, barging into Nick's room without knocking. Nick instantly made to cover himself, his body acting on its own before he could realize how stupidly he was behaving. After all, Victoria had seen him naked an hour ago, when they had been fucking on the church altar. It wasn't like she's never seen his cock before! "Oh, did we catch you masturbating?" Mary asked, peeking her head out from behind Victoria. Her long brown hair was tied up in a high ponytail and she was wearing an oversized jersey shirt that Nick used to wear as a nightshirt in junior high, when he was still holding hopes of playing varsity football. Nick blushed a shade of bright red, but slowly went back to stroking his cock. "What's going on over there?" Elisabeth wrote, apparently put out by Nick's failure to reply. "Oh, it's nothing." Nick typed back hurriedly. "Victoria and Mary just walked into my room, that's all." He struck his forehead with his hand. He had totally forgotten hat Elisabeth knew nothing about the new addition to their family. "Um... I'm sort of not the oldest child anymore. Victoria, um, well, brought back to life the ashes that used to rest over the fireplace," he typed quickly as way of explanation. "But those ashes were Grandma!" Elisabeth typed in all caps. Nick thought that she might be in shock. "No, Victoria is Grandma," he typed back soothingly. "You've got to keep these things straight. Things can get pretty kooky when the dead start coming back to life." "At least zombies aren't walking around downtown fucking random people. I read a porn story like that too." Elisabeth typed back after a minute. She now seemed to be in better spirits. Nick laughed. "You really have the strangest fetishes," he typed back. "Tell me about it." Suddenly, Nick felt hot breath on his neck and realized that two of his sisters were leaning over his desk, staring at the screen as he typed. He was very much aware of Mary's breasts, thinly covered by his cotton jersey, pressing into his arm. It caused a prickling sensation in his loins. "This is fascinating," Victoria said, grabbing the mouse and switching between the various open windows. "Computers have really changed since I died in the 90's. I wonder why I haven't tried one out before." Nick shrugged and grabbed the mouse back from his younger sister. "If you're so keen on the Internet, why don't you try fingering yourself in front of a Web cam? I'm sure you'll make thousands of men around the world happy." "Maybe I will," Victoria said with an evil grin. "But maybe I'll have Mary do it to me instead. It would be a wonderful initiation into the new millennium, for both of us." "Make sure you let me know when you do it," Nick said with a satisfied smile. He was absent-mindedly tugging at his cock again, as though he had lost all sense of propriety. Perhaps that was a funny thought, coming from someone who fucked his own mother on a regular basis. "That cock of yours looks tasty," Mary said, her eyes narrowing on his prick, like those of a hunting cat ready to pounce. "You wouldn't mind if I sucked on it a little? It's been years since I've seen a tool like that." Victoria laughed. "Go ahead and give yourself a treat. You've been dead for twenty years. You've got to make up for lost time," she said as though Nick's cock was hers to offer to anyone she liked. Nick noticed absently that she was fingering her pussy, perhaps in anticipation of the show. Nick was already rock-hard, and he was far from wanting to protest. Mary got under the desk near Nick's feet and slowly began feeding his massive cock down his throat. Nick moaned softly. The sensation of her hot mouth on his member was almost more than he could bear, and despite already getting off multiple times that day, he found himself on the cusp of yet another powerful climax. Mary had circled her tongue into a cup around his cock, so it felt almost like he was fucking her pussy. Every inch of his cock was throbbing. Yet at the same time, he was feeling a little nervous, being caressed so intimately by a woman he had barely met. Sister or not, Mary had only appeared an hour and half ago, and he found that the way her smile burned in the back of his mind was somehow a bit disturbing. "Shit, I feel like I'm about to burst, I'm so horny," Elisabeth wrote, probably one-handed. "The story I'm reading is so fucking hot." The feel of Mary's mouth upon Nick's cock intensified as he read the text that appeared on the screen, and almost before he knew it, he had shot a wad of hot cum into his new sister's mouth. "Shit! You made me cum!" Nick typed back hurriedly. Elisabeth typed a moaning sound and ended it with yet another happy face. "Me too," she typed after a moment. "Do you think it's wrong for me to read stories about incest?" Nick's heart started pounding. Yeah, he'd messed around with Elisabeth a little and she'd agreed to fuck him at a ritual they would hold in two weeks from now. But he found the thought that his sister might get off fantasizing about incest incredibly erotic. "Don't ask me. I shouldn't answer that," Nick typed back responsibly. His freshly sucked cock was completely hard again. "Oh, cut the flirting!" Victoria laughed. She was sitting on Nick's bed, spreading a deck of Tarot cards out as though to tell a fortune. "Hey Nick... Hope you don't mind, I kind of have to go. Amber looks like she just might be fuckable," Elisabeth typed hurriedly. "Hey, what about the purification?" Nick typed back, but it was too late, Elisabeth had already logged off. He sighed slightly and went to see what his other two sisters were up to. Mary seemed to be fascinated with Victoria and her Tarot cards, but Nick knew that the whole thing was just a load of rubbish. There was no such thing as fortune telling. Victoria looked up and smiled brightly at Nick. "After seeing what pussies my daughters grew up to be, I'm absolutely determined to make sure that Mary grows up properly." Nick avoided adding that Mary was, in all appearances, older that Victoria, very much grown up and living in her own apartment. He felt that any comment of the sort no, matter how rational, would be discarded as ridiculous and trivial. Victoria was... How could he put it? Far from typical. "It seems to me that Mom and Aunt Angie turned out pretty well," he found himself saying instead. "I mean, they're both really hot and managed to marry rich men. Isn't that every woman's dream?" Victoria, who was turning over tarot cards, stopped to make a gesture by sticking a finger down her throat. Mary, who was slightly more forward, slapped her brother on the back of the head. "What the fuck?" Nick exclaimed, holding his head where Mary had hit him. "I should wash your mouth out with soap for that fucking fairy tale attitude of yours," Mary spat. "I swear, you sound just like my father, 'why the fuck do you need your own money, you're just a girl!' It still pisses me off, and it must have been twenty years ago! Fuck, it's strange, being undead." Black Magick Ch. 13 "Tell me about it," Victoria agreed. Nick just decided that his sisters were having a 'female moment' and decided to let the whole conversation drop. After a moment, Victoria began stroking her pussy thoughtfully and Nick knew all was forgiven. He really was getting the hang of women. Victoria studied the cards that were lying in front of her. Nick didn't really know anything about Tarot, but some of the cards had writing on the bottom and one of them had a dramatic image of a man with swords in his back. Victoria lifted each one of the cards in turn, while running her fingers down the slit of her pussy. Nick was finding the combination hypnotizing. "I should have been that I am had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardising," Mary quoted, puckering her lips seductively and watching the unnatural expression in Nick's eyes. Victoria snickered. "I didn't know you knew Shakespeare," she laughed, still appraising the cards in front of her despite Mary's vague attempt at a soliloquy. "Only a little," Mary said, flipping her pony tail over her shoulder. "I was going to play Gonerill in Lear before I ran away from home." Nick felt a little weird hearing about Mary's past before her death. It had the same sort of creepy feeling he got when he had been assigned "The Diary of Anne Frank" in junior high. So, he instead focused on the part of her ass that was showing from below her night shirt. Mary continued to talk as though some dam inside her had suddenly broken, and she started talking about leaving home and how she got into prostitution, about the way her first client had felt. It was really more than Nick could take. The images that floated inside his head at his new sister's words were completely intolerable, but somehow incredibly erotic, like watching really bad porn on television, except that he couldn't pause it like a DVD when it became too frustrating, and his head was beginning to hurt. As time went on and the story didn't stop, it was becoming more and more real for him, and he was painfully conscious that this was a real story, something that really happened to someone he was quickly growing to care about. And it truly sucked that so much bad stuff had to happen to her. For some reason he kept thinking about dead bodies and his grandmother's open coffin lying in the grass of the cemetery, and for perhaps the first time he truly realized that the two girls in the room with him had both recently been dead. Their hot sexy bodies, their lovely breasts, the plump lips that had sucked him off just a moment ago, were all unnatural. They were products of black magick, and the thought gave him goose bumps. Yet his cock felt so hard he though it might explode. The air in the room seemed dense and the words continued to flow out of Mary's mouth like rancid honey. He felt as though his entire body was being caressed by the bodies of dead women. His heart was racing, thumping against his chest so hard that it was painful. He felt flesh covering his mouth and nose and yet the words still rang in his ears like some sort of a evil chant. "Stop it!" Nick yelled. "But the words seemed to be blocked by the lifeless flesh in his mouth. Suddenly, as though through a dark tunnel, Nick saw Victoria caress the card marked 'The High Priestess' on his bed. There was something about her expression that made Nick think she was close to crying, but he couldn't really place it. Besides, her panties were all pushed to the side under her lacy nightgown and her juicy cunt was calling to him like a siren on the rocks. For a moment, he was nearly paralyzed with the fantasy of his cum lingering inside of her, before he realized that he had pulled out at the last minute to use his seed in the ritual. He felt the overwhelming urge to grab her again, push her onto the bed and do the deed right this time. The desire was like a surge of white light. Nick felt like he could breathe again. Now he knew what he had to do to get the horrible images out of his head. He had to fuck Victoria. He knew it like he knew where his fingers were without looking. His rock-hard cock seemed silently to agree with him. All propriety was lost. His body seemed to be composed of sheer lust. He let his pants drop to the floor and moved on top of her, sending the cards flying off the edge of the bed. Victoria moaned and Nick quickly took his cock in his hand to navigate it into to her. The expression on his little sister's face was a little put out but more or less accommodating, the 'oh hell, you want me, so what the fuck' attitude. When Nick pulled the strap of her shirt down, Victoria's nipples were rock hard, and Nick smiled slightly to himself. So she did want it after all! Nick began sucking on the hard nipple as though he could take life from it. Most of the pain was gone. He pushed himself into her. Her velvety warmth seemed to envelop him. He felt stronger and stronger as he began to ease himself back and forth, back and forth, pushing more of his sister's Tarot cards off of the bed. Mary, who was picking up the cards off the ground, screamed, but still Nick continued to rock back and forth, back and forth, causing Victoria to gasp and moan as his cock stimulated her g-spot. "The cards, the cards!" Mary gasped, but Nick was far too involved in his own pleasure to notice. Victoria began sucking in air almost ominously, and the sound hurt Nick's ears almost as much as Mary's story had. Victoria reached out with one hand and felt Nick's forehead. "Oh shit! His spirit must have been weakened by the ritual! Some filthy demon seems to have grabbed hold of him," Victoria said, pushing Nick off her and backwards onto the bed. "The cards!" Mary gasped. "They say my father's still alive, that he has something precious to me and that I ought to take it back!" She was shaking all over from head to toe, and in the state she was in, Nick couldn't tell if she was shaking in excitement, rage or dread. He didn't really care. With images of the dead surrounding him, he was both more aware of everything and much less likely to care. He wondered vaguely if this was what it felt like to die. It wasn't so bad. "Oh, drop the damn cards. I didn't think you believed in them," Victoria said. "Come help me with Nick. If we don't perform an exorcism quickly, his life could be in danger." "He was fine a moment ago when he was fucking you," Mary said, staring at Victoria, her eyes narrowing. "You just don't want to fuck him. Stop making excuses." Nick was seeing the two again though the dark tunnel of faces, and he knew that Mary had a point. He had been feeling better while fucking Victoria. "I don't want whatever he's got in him going into me," Victoria protested. "I've purposefully designed my new body to be a super-effective medium. Using me as a receptacle would be as big a crime as installing a virus in a newly built supercomputer." Mary gave her a look that suggested that she had little respect for electronics. "You're powerful enough you shouldn't be risking your brother's life just because you're afraid to clean up afterwards. You're a witch, you could remove the demon from yourself just like Nick here changes his underwear." "Wait for just a moment. I've got the proper tools in my room." Victoria said, ignoring Mary's outburst. She dashed out the door. Mary was fuming. Even though Nick knew his life was in danger, he still noticed that she was really hot when she was angry. She keep touching the corners of the tarot cards as if for reassurance and then she moved Nick slightly and put a pillow under his head as if to make him feel more comfortable. She stoked his cock, as though simply out of habit. "To hell with it," she finally said, ripping off her nightshirt. "If Victoria's too much of a prude to fuck you, I'll do it myself." Foam was beginning to form at Nick's mouth and he was shaking violently. His eyes didn't focus on Mary as she pinned him to the floor. His cock was already beginning to soften from the stress on his body, and Mary had to wrap her lips around it again to entice it back up to a fuckable form. Nick twitched underneath her, his hands balling into fists and tugging at the blue bedding underneath him. He moaned in protest like a virgin being raped. The sound filled Mary with old memories she would have been happy to forget, and for several moments she was completely unable to move. Nick's bedroom seemed to fade and became replaced with a room that was something between a cheap motel and a hospital room. In the corner near the door, an elderly man was propped up at the edge of a bed. A nightstand with a photograph and a old teddy bear stood next to him within arm's reach, and he seemed to stare at it without noticing that either Mary or Nick had come into the room. Mary gasped and stared at the man as though she couldn't see anything else. The sound of something metal hitting the floor violently in the next room snapped her out of it, and she shook her head from side to side as though to dispel the sensation. But the image of the man still hovered in and out of the bedroom. Mary worked Nick's cock back up to hardness, but it was no use. The moment it touched her inner lips it began to shrink, as though by magick. Victoria came back a minute later, carrying a glass jar with a big, thick rubber stopper, a thick twelve-inch dildo and a bottle of Vaseline. "Ok, let's get this exorcism going," she said, tugging at the long rubber glove that she had managed to put over her arm, a very sinister smile on her face. Nick looked up at the ceiling though the veil that was floating in front of his eyes and wondered sincerely whether he would be better off dead. Black Magick Ch. 14 Victoria pressed the head of the gigantic dildo against the entrance to Nick's anus. His rosebud was quite tender and it looked like it was going to be a very interesting penetration. Victoria pressed her finger into his anus to test it and then another and yet another. Her own butt was sticking up in the air, as though it was trying to touch the bedroom ceiling, and one of her pussy lips was sticking out from underneath her lacy black underwear. Damn, his ass stretched well! It was almost as though he had been born to be a woman or something. However, Nick obviously didn't think so. He began to get nervous, and his anal muscles clamped down hard around Victoria's fingers, so that it was very tight indeed for her delicate little hand. It was like something a porn star might do with her pussy to push her partner to climax more quickly. Of course, that didn't work as well with hands as it did with cocks. Victoria pulled her hand out as quickly as possible and held the dildo ready, as though she wanted to jam the whole humungous thing in all at once. She had an evil grin on her face and was getting more than a little wet between the legs. Suddenly, just as Nick thought that all was over for him, there was a horrible screeching noise and the room began to distort, like waves on an otherwise clear pool of water. Victoria gasped as the second room appeared, the one that looked like room in a broken-down hospital, with an elderly man asleep on a bed. Mary screamed and Victoria caught sight of a black shadow passing out Nick's body and into the body of her new older sister. She clicked her tongue in irritation, apparently quite annoyed at losing the pleasure of anally raping her older brother. Nick sat up, slowly massaging the back of the head as though he had a bad bump from being hit with a blunt implement. He massaged his butt a little too, since he knew all too well what Victoria was about to do before this new phenomenon occurred. The air was thick with fog and resonated with powerful magick. The man in the bed came more and more into focus while Nick's bedroom seemed to fade into oblivion, and when the last of Nick's blue bedroom carpet had been transformed into cheap linoleum, Mary began to stir a little. Victoria held the dildo firmly in her left hand, as though she was readying a dagger for a kill. She handed the jar to Nick and told him to hold it while she checked out the room. Nick tried to convince her that as a man, it was his job to take care of the three of them, but since his pants were still hanging around is ankles and his cock was more than slightly hard, his words didn't quite hold the punch they could have. Victoria walked over to the picture on the table and gasped. "What!?" Nick stammered pathetically. "It's Mary," Victoria said darkly. "We'd better get the hell out of here." "Hey, let me see that," Nick said, pulling up his pants and walking towards Victoria. The girl in the picture was young, cute as a button and very blond. She looked nothing at all like their new older sister. "What are you smoking?" Nick said, trying hard not to laugh. It was obvious to him that Victoria was totally out of her mind about the photo. Victoria sighed and slapped herself on the forehead. "For crying out loud, Nick! You think I looked like this when I was your grandmother? Come on, have you become a total moron from jacking off too much?" Nick puffed up defensively, but that was about all he could do. It wasn't his fault that his sisters were experts on all the creepy black magick stuff, and that Victoria and Mary had just come back from the dead! Obviously, they'd know more about this kind of stuff than him. "Oh well, I suppose I can't really blame you. But really, you'd better start working on your magick skills if you ever want to be more than a hard cock for us." "And what if I'm happy just being a hard cock?" Nick said, pushing his hand though one of the elastic bands of Victoria's bedtime lacy panties, startling her slightly as he fingered her wet hairless pussy from behind. Victoria pulled his hand away from her crotch and turned around to grab Nick by the balls. "Honestly, dickwad, that monstrous package of yours will only get you so far in life. If I didn't work my ass off protecting you at the church tonight, you would be dead meat. If I hadn't been stupid enough to overestimate you, then we wouldn't be in the strange predicament we are in now." "Huh?" Nick asked. His heart sank at the thought of how pathetic his sister must think him to be. "Quiet!" Victoria said in sharply, in a hushed voice. She was staring at the man in the bed, who was beginning to wake. He was holding a stuffed teddy bear that had at one time been on the little table next to him. At the same time, Mary began to stir as well, and Nick noticed a liberal view of her pussy was from beneath the bottom of the jersey shirt. He also noticed that she was more than a little wet between the legs, and that made his ever-hard cock especially happy. "Fuck! I shouldn't have wasted time arguing with you! We should have just grabbed Mary and run!" Victoria hissed, staring at the man as he used his elbows to sit up feebly. "I don't understand!" Nick said, stamping his foot in irritation. "Fuck that, you don't need to! Stop being such a fucking pussy!" Victoria said, grabbing Mary and swinging her over her shoulder. She rushed to the door, but as she made to open it, a dark shadow pushed her backwards and she fell into Nick. Mary tumbled onto the ground and began to writhe. "Damn! Damn! Damn!" Victoria swore loudly. "Now there's nothing we can do until that damn spirit has it out." "I still don't understand," Nick said. He thought Victoria ought to be more concerned with informing him about the situation. "Damn it, be quiet for a moment!" Victoria spat. "Why don't you just shut up and use your own eyes and your own brain for once?" Nick thought about that for a second, but it seemed like a total waste of time. Why did he need to bother trying to figure out all this strange incomprehensible magick crap when he had women like Elisabeth and Victoria for sisters? Of course, he realized they were more than ultra-sexy bodies, with tits to die for and pussies and asses he'd give anything to fuck. They were brilliant, and Nick was clever enough to notice it. What sort of insane power trip was this bitch trying to play on him, anyway? Mary began to raise unnaturally, as though she was a puppet on a string. Her head was the last thing to rise, and then she opened her eyes and they glowed bright red. "Shit! Now you're really going to have to tell me what's going on," Nick said to his younger sister, his jaw hanging open. "What's going to happen to Mary?" The jersey shirt ripped and flew off Mary, revealing her very large breasts. Nick no longer felt much urgency to have his question answered. When she started walking towards the old man's bed and he got a beautiful view of her butt moving up and down as she moved, he felt like he had died and gone to heaven. "She's going to rape her father," Victoria said to Nick, who had a glazed expression on his face and was drooling slightly. "Huh? What were you saying?" Nick asked stupidly, staring at Mary's naked body as she mounted the old man's bed. Victoria stepped in front of her brother so that she was blocking his view of Mary and ripped open the blouse of her nightgown, so that her breasts fell out into the open air, just an inch in front of her brother. Nick gulped and his balls began to tighten. "The man in the hospital bed is Mary's father, the one who raped her over twenty years ago. She's possessed by the spirit of her old desire for vengeance. We're not going to get out of here until the spirit gets its way." "Wait, everyone knows that it's impossible for a woman to rape a man! Women are not equipped," Nick said, somehow managing to remove his gaze from Victoria's creamy white breasts long enough to look her in the eye. Victoria gestured towards the dildo in her left hand and then threw it towards the bed. Mary reached and grabbed it with almost supernatural acumen. "See? Well equipped," Victoria said with a little grin. "I don't suppose you want to sit in a chair and masturbate while it happens? We obviously have time to kill." "Eew! I couldn't," Nick stammered. "That would just be wrong." "Oh, fine, don't be any fun," Victoria said, her lip pouting, so absolutely cute that Nick wanted to jump forward and kiss her, or perhaps pry her mouth open and force her to blow him instead. "And here I was going to give you a striptease, just because I was bored, but if you'd rather not take advantage, I suppose I could sit in a corner and twiddle my thumbs instead." "I couldn't convince you to give me a lap dance?" Nick asked, obviously getting his hopes up, but at the same time trying hard not to sound too desperate. Victoria chuckled slightly, but navigated Nick towards one of the chairs someone had set out in case the bastard ever got any visitors. She proceeded to rub herself against him seductively. On the bed, Mary rolled the man that used to be her father over and ripped a hole in he back of his pajamas. Nick tried really hard not to look. He didn't have a thing for watching other men get anally penetrated. Who did, for crying out loud? But for some reason, he couldn't take his eyes off the scene that was unfolding in front of him. It was like an auto accident. It held some sort of morbid fascination for him. And besides, somehow the fact that his sister was practically using him as an oversized dildo was capable of making anything a little more stimulating. He could tell that Victoria was really, really aroused. She was dripping pussy juice all over his lap, and it made his cock rock hard to even think about it. It didn't matter that, only a few feet away, Mary was thrusting an unlubricated dildo up her elderly father's ass, or that the words that were coming out of her mouth sounded distinctly like something her father might have said to her many years ago. Nick felt a tear beginning to well in his eye at the thought of how much Mary must have been hurt, betrayed by someone she cared about so much, but he forced himself not to let it fall down his face. He was a man, after all, and refused to be a pussy. His cock, which had gotten a little limp, quickly reared up, and he concentrated on Victoria's lovely body gyrating in front of him. She ever-so-slightly rubbed her breasts and pussy against him, as though she was only teasing him. Nick remembered how delicious it was to fuck her. He wanted to pin her to the floor and have his way with her right there, but somehow it felt wrong to use force while the man in the bed moaned and Mary continued to pound him in a state of reckless abandonment only achievable through magick. Still, her sweet pussy was calling him and it was all he could do to seriously keep himself from having his way with her on the spot. He was that fucking horny! As it was, his hands kept running into her panties and his breath was becoming very ragged. His cock ached like it had almost forgotten how to come, but the sensation of his balls tightening reminded him of just how multi-orgasmic he really was. "Do you want me to fuck you again?" Victoria cooed in his ear. "Is that what that bulge in your pants is saying to me, brother?" she added, with a coy wink. Nick was so out of it with arousal that he just nodded his head and gasped his consent. Victoria smiled and began fishing his cock out of his pants, but a moment before she could navigate him underneath the elastic of her underwear and into her pussy, his cock decided that it had quite enough and came explosively all over Victoria's lacy underwear. Victoria laughed, perhaps a little bitterly, and slipped out of her panties. Nearby, Mary had dildo-fucked her father so thoroughly that he had passed out, yet she was still forcefully pounding him with the dildo, as though she didn't notice. Victoria stuck her panties in Nick's mouth and ordered him to suck as she wandered off to see if she could somehow persuade her possessed sister to stop raping her incapacitated father. She chanted three lines of Enochian, and Mary's eyes turned back to normal. She looked down at her father's sleeping body, first with surprise, and then with comprehension and complete loathing. She spat on him, but only once. Leaving the dildo where it was, Mary scooped up the teddy bear, which of course had been hers. The three siblings walked out the door. Nick had half-expected to find himself in the hallway of whatever building they had been in, but the other half of him figured that now that the spell was broken, the three of them would end up back in his bedroom and it would be as though nothing had happened. He was proven wrong on both accounts. The three of them stepped through the door into a beautiful dark forest filled with trees with gold and silver leaves, and branches that looked suspiciously like dildos. After hardly more than a moment of surprise, Mary walked over to one of the branches and began licking the tip of the phallus. It soon squirted a glob of hot white liquid into her mouth. She moaned appreciatively and moved to another branch and then another, still hugging the teddy bear she had taken from her sickly father. Victoria found a tree that bore fruit resembling a women's genitalia. She dissected the plant with her black painted fingernails and examined it closely, peeling back the skin in a suggestive manner and even putting it up to her nose and smelling it before taking a bite. Her eyes lolled back and she began to moan and stroke herself between the legs. Mary giggled girlishly, broke off a large phallic branch, making the tree groan terribly, and began thrusting it in and out of her little sister. "Oh yes, oh yes!" Victoria moaned. "Oh! Oh! This is so delicious, I can hardly bear the pleasure!" Mary smiled and continued pumping. Nick fished his hard cock out of his pants and offered to give the two a hand, but they just glared at him and continued with the strange branch. "Fuck it!" Nick thought and began stroking his cock wildly. If the girls wanted to have fun all by themselves, fine, free lesbian show. He'd just have to have his fun by himself too. He rubbed his fist up and down the length of his cock while he watched Victoria put the fruit up to Mary's lips so she could have a share of its sweet nectar. More than a little of the juice dripped down Mary's chin and soiled the jersey shirt she was wearing. Victoria, too, broke a branch off of one of the mysterious trees and began to fuck Mary back, first slipping the branch through the elastic band of her panties and running it back and forth, making her sister whimper in anticipation. The girls began power fucking, and neither one was really steady on her legs. Nick drooled all over Victoria's panties, which were still wedged in his mouth. His cock was so hard he thought he might explode again. He slowed his pace on his cock so he could hold out a little longer. The moaning continued and the girls were both swaying. It was obvious that they were so aroused that they were losing coordination. This continued for another several minutes, and the girls clung to each to other, grabbing each other's breasts with their free hands, though Mary never once dropped the teddy bear she was holding. Then, suddenly, Victoria came, and that pushed Mary over the edge to climax. Nick gave himself one last tug on his cock, and his sperm shot out and fell on the ground. Where his sperm landed, the grass began to glow bright silver, like moonlight. Victoria and Mary both fell to the ground with the force of their orgasms. The silver grass began to spread throughout the forest, and Nick swore he could hear the sound of women laughing and moaning in rapture. He even thought he saw a naked woman with a golden aura, long blond hair on her head and none on her pussy, before his legs buckled beneath him and he passed out on the silvery grass. Nick awoke, standing up on his feet as though he'd only been daydreaming, but when he looked around he wasn't in his bedroom, nor was he in a hospital, nor in some mad perversion of a fairy tale forest. No, he was in Amber's townhouse, standing in the corner of her bedroom! Elisabeth was sitting on the bed, trying to push Damien, Amber's brother, off of her best friend, while Amber, who was evidently very horny, was protesting wildly to the interruption. Damien was poised, cock pressed against Amber's moist pussy lips, preparing to take his sister's virginity. His breathing was very erratic and his long thick hair was sweaty and more than ragged. It was obvious that he was very, very aroused. His cock was positively trembling with in the anticipation of fucking his little sister. This was something Nick had every sympathy for, especially when he got an eyeful of Elisabeth. Elisabeth was wearing only a t-shirt and thong panties. She was spitting curses as though she was a pit viper, digging her fingernails into Damien's back through his shirt in a wild attempt to protect her friend's magickal oath not to have sex or have an orgasm until the summoning ritual in two weeks. But damn, did she look hot when she was angry! Nick's cock was pulsing just thinking about the fire in these eyes of hers. Why was he blessed with such a hot little minx of a sister? "Please help me," Elisabeth said after the initial surprise, when she noticed Nick standing near the bed. "I don't know how you got here, but I need help. The whole spell is riding on having two virgins perform the ritual." Of course Nick was going to help! The look of sheer need in his sister's eyes went straight to his heart and loins, and he knew he would do anything for her if she'd just look that way again for him. He grunted inarticulately and pointed at Damien threateningly. He saw that Mary had somehow materialized in another corner of the room and was watching the scene unfold in front of them, in much the same way as he was. With her help, the two of them were able to push Damien to the ground and Mary surprised him by performing a very good arm bar technique that police officers use on criminals. Nick was also very taken by the liberal view of her butt and damp hairless pussy when she bent over, as lethal as he knew she was now that he had seen her rape her own father. Amber gasped and tried to get them off her brother, and since she wasn't wearing very much clothing, that was sort of fun to look at, too. Her brown nipples hung out of her top as she half heartedly-beat on Nick, and he couldn't help but nibble on them a little as they presented themselves to him, casing Amber to moan in ecstasy. Victoria, who apparently also magickally appeared in Amber's bedroom, picked up the teddy bear Mary had dropped and pinned it to her nightgown with a couple of safety pins she just happened to have on hand. It looked strangely morbid against her white frilly nightgown. Her pale breasts with slightly hard nipples were still hanging out of her top, from when she had pulled them out to impress Nick. It was really a pity that everyone else was far too busy trying to subdue Damien to take advantage of the fabulous sight. Elisabeth pulled out the bag of sex toys Nick had stolen for her before and extracted some leather straps and other bondage implements Nick didn't recall being among the collection. She tied Damien up tightly on the townhouse carpet, cut off his underwear with a dagger and stuffed it in his mouth as she tied the ends around his head so he couldn't get free. His cock was still hard as he struggled futilely for his freedom, and Elisabeth took a sort of sadistic pleasure in sitting on his back and pretending to hump him while slapping him on the ass. Black Magick Ch. 14 Nick made a mental note to never cross a nympho who hasn't gotten off for two weeks, and made to pull Victoria's cum-covered panties out of his own mouth, but his jaw had cramped and he couldn't get his mouth to open wide enough. He made a hand gesture asking Mary for help, and she laughed and tried tugging on the panties as well, but they were quite stuck. She gave a great heave and Nick fell down backwards onto the bed next to Amber, who was still half-naked, and despite the roughhousing, still very horny. She grabbed Nick around the waist with her legs, like he was a gift from the gods, her hips thrusting almost automatically against his thigh in desperation. "Stop it!" Elisabeth said. "Don't you realize that you're making me horny too?" She gasped. "God, I'm so damn horny, I could fuck anybody." Nick's ear's picked up when he heard that. If there was anything he was good at, it was at being a dick to fuck, even though he only had about a month's experience at it. And he'd wanted to fuck his sister for ages. "No, don't take that seriously," Elisabeth said, looking at her brother with a mixture of insuppressible lust and irritation, her hand reaching down to stroke her clit gently as though her passion had a mind of its own. "You know very well that I'm not allowed to fuck anyone for two more weeks." "Oh, forget about that shit already!" Nick said, his hand slipping into his pants so he could tug at the head of his hardening penis. "Fuck, isn't anyone interested in the dimensional problem that's been leaping us around like crazy through all this psycho shit?" Victoria interjected. "Oh, I thought I'd dreamed that," Nick said, realizing that he sounded a bit silly. After all, it wasn't like they got on their bikes and rode to Amber's apartment in the middle of the night. Mary recited some quote about a cart in front of a horse, which was probably also from King Lear, and Victoria nodded. "My theory is that the magickal residue in this area is too high from all the spells we have been performing. The barrier between our dreams and reality is becoming blurred." "Yeah... So how do we fix it?" Nick asked. "It's beginning to freak me out." "Virgin sacrifice, anyone?" Victoria asked, with somewhat more than necessary theatrics. Nick was having too much trouble taking his eyes off her plump lips and pale breasts to notice the melodramatic arm movements she was making. "Not me," Amber said, reaching down to finger her clit while she continued rubbing her crotch on Nick, like a dog in heat. "And not me either," Elisabeth said, straddling Damien. She turned to glare at Victoria, but in a puff of smoke Victoria was gone, leaving behind only her lacy white nightgown with Mary's teddy bear attached. Elisabeth fell over backwards, hitting her ass very hard on the carpet so the crotch of her panties stuck up in the air temptingly. "Gh... ghost... ghost!" she stuttered, pointing in the direction where Victoria had been standing. Nick looked at his younger sister as though she had suddenly lost all sense. "Um... You do remember that Victoria is our dead grandmother, don't you? Of course she's a ghost. That's completely beside the point." "Yeah, of course," Elisabeth said, composing herself a little. "I don't know why I keep forgetting that." "Things go a bit cuckoo when magick is involved," Mary said sagely. And that was the last thing Nick saw before he, too, was puffed out of existence. --- Nick had the sensation of being in a large white house, done up in either Greek or Roman style, filled with long sender vases just the right size to stuff his hard cock into with a little bit of lubricant. But why the devil was he so horny as to even think about such a thing? When he looked down, he realized that he was completely naked and his hard cock was sticking out in front of him just a little bit harder and a little longer than he had ever seen it before. The head was covered with little scatterings of precum, like droplets of dew on a soft pink flower petal. And from somewhere, perhaps in the distance, came the sound of a woman moaning in climax. It went on and on and on without stop, and Nick couldn't tell exactly how much of the sound was pain and how much was pleasure. The moaning haunted him and made his cock tingle. He raced forward, not quite knowing where to go. Every room looked exactly like every other one, and direction seemed to have no meaning. He raced on, oddly disturbed by the fact that he couldn't hear his own footfalls on the marble floor or the pounding of his own heart as he went onward, driven on by a thirst that was stronger than that of a man dying of heat in the desert, stronger even than his own insatiable sex drive. Onward and onward he ran, trailing precum wherever he went, and his already massively hard cock became harder and harder as though by its own accord as he continued to run through the identical rooms, all with the long sender vases and no Vaseline. The disembodied voice continued to moan, and the frequency and intensity was all that seemed to change. Nick's cock was on fire and his chest hurt as though he was out of breath, and though he couldn't even remember how to breathe, he still rushed on, not even stopping to think or to understand the strange sensations that were running through his body. The head tingled and throbbed, and cum bust from him in great spurts that hit the marble and made it slippery, and still he ran and ran and still every room looked like ever other and every floor was just as slippery as the last one. And when he finally looked down, he noticed his own juices lying ahead of him on the path and laughed ridiculously. The moaning seemed to pause, even as it continued to ring in his ears. And then his legs shook and knees buckled under him and he collapsed to the ground like a puppet that had its strings cut. ---- Nick awoke feeling like he was recovering from a blow to the head with a sledgehammer. What the hell had he been doing? He couldn't remember. It was like that time when he had gotten totally wasted at a party with a couple of guys he had known who were now in college. That time, he awakened the next day in his own bed with a hangover to end all hangovers and an a note taped to his hand that said something ominous about a black cat, a ten-foot pole and a long-haired Lithuanian guy. Nick opened his eyes slowly and they began to focus sluggishly. It was a full thirty seconds before his brain decided to finally kick in and register what he was seeing, though even then he couldn't bring himself to believe it. He was hanging suspended by his ankles above a pit of hot flaming lava in some sort of an underground cavern. A woman, who had to be seven feet tall, with hair the color of fire that trailed down to her ankles, and who was completely naked except for a pair of crotchless red panties and flaming stiletto heels, was swatting him on the ass with a long branch of rose thorns. "Welcome to Hell!" she said when she noticed that Nick had awakened. "I hope you enjoy your stay." "What the fuck?!" Nick gasped, and he found that his voice was rather cracked from thirst and from the more than slightly awkward situation he had awakened to. "I'm not dead. I was in Amber's bedroom a just a moment ago!" The woman laughed and continued to thrash his ass with the branch of rose thorns. Two more figures stepped out of the shadows, and Nick recognized them as Victoria and Mary, He began to beg them to help him down. Even given the unusual circumstances he could not help but notice the ultra sexy clothing his sisters were wearing, and his cock ached to touch them. Victoria had a tight mesh dress with a spider web design that was more or less completely see-through, and Mary was wearing a tight-fitting leather jumpsuit that ended an inch before her butt did and was only zipped up partway, so that her large breasts and thick nipples hung out over the top. The improbably tall woman laughed even louder. The sound hit Nick hard in the ears and made his head ache even worse. "What did I ever do to deserve this?" Nick moaned as Victoria began to crank an old medieval-looking wheel that lowered him closer and closer to the hot lava. Mary shrugged. "What did I ever do to be raped by my father and pimped on the streets?" she said without emotion. "Shit happens. It's the number one rule of the world." "This isn't happening! This isn't happening!" Nick thought in panic, as his head inched closer and closer to the hot lava that would surely end his short but fulfilling life. "This is that strange shit Victoria was talking about earlier, how reality is becoming all fucked up because of magick in the air. And if that's right, then this is all some sort of weird dream or hallucination, and if it's a dream, that means I ought to be able to control it. So why the fuck am I hanging upside down over hot lava being flogged with rose thorns? If I'm dreaming, why aren't I in some sort of hot orgy with my mom and those hot little vixens I have for sisters?" The walls of the cavern began to shake and boulders fell from the ceiling all around him. Nick shut his eyes tight and held his breath as Victoria turned the wheel again. The chains that held him fell with a great splash into the hot deadly lava. TO BE CONTINUED Black Magick Ch. 15 The walls of the cavern were shaking violently, and the smile an Victoria's face seemed a white crack in a black mask. It did not belong to that beautiful face Nick had learned to love. Nick plunged head first into the red hot bubbling lava. He closed his eyes, but after an initial shock, he noticed that he didn't feel the heat. Instead of being burnt to a crisp like so much fried chicken, he seemed to fall right through the molten rock and out the other side. Nick took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. All around him, he could hear screaming, which mixed with the deep, passionate laughter of his red-suited dominatrix. He thought he saw a white tear run down the black mask of Victoria's face, and Mary waved sadly, her expression empty. Even more incomprehensibly, Nick landed in a big pile of embroidered satin cushions. It took him a moment to recover from the surprise and become aware of his surroundings, but when regained his wits, he found himself in a beautiful square marble chamber. The room resembled a Roman bath that Nick had once seen in a porno, which he found in the VCR while his mother was busy in the garden. For several moments, he was trapped in the memory of masturbating to the video. The thought that his mother might have gotten off on it had fueled his passion so much that he could hardly contain himself, and he had had to take his hand off his cock every three seconds or so to keep himself from coming too quickly. A mysterious, soft, drum-like music yanked him out of the fantasy and back to the world he was inhabiting. It seemed to emanate from somewhere in the distance, though Nick couldn't quite make out where, and made his body vibrate, stimulating him subtly, like a beautiful woman's hands on his sensitive skin. His cock was already rock-hard and tingling, as though he had been stroking it for hours without climax. He was so horny it was almost painful. There was a dramatic lightning burst. Nick's three sisters and Amber suddenly appeared in front of him, as if they were spirits from another realm. All engaged in some form of exotic dance, their bodies twirling and gyrating seductively, making Nick's cock very aware of their every movement. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he had to resist the urge to pant like an overheated animal. Apart from the colors, pink, green, yellow and violet, the girls were dressed identically in semi-transparent costumes, with matching veils covering their noses and mouths, jewel-encrusted dancers' tops that left liberal views of the soft flesh of their breasts and nipples, and loose, translucent skirts that sat very low on their hips. The skirts had big revealing slits at the sides that started from the waist and made the girls' very shapely thighs seem to go on forever. Nick had to tear his eyes off their breasts and hips before he noticed that each of them had a perfectly cut gemstone in her bellybutton. Even then, he would have been rather far from really caring if the light of the jewel didn't accent their soft tight little bellies so deliciously, making him very nearly mad with lust. He was half-standing on the satin cushions, completely lost to himself. His cock was harder than he ever thought possible. His fingers were squeezing the head as though to remove the last few ounces of cum from the tip, though he was yet to spill a single drop. His mouth hung wide open in reckless abandon. Nick watched as the girls continued to perform their intoxicating dance, bare flesh twisting and writhing with every movement. Little subtle glimpses of ankles, asses, and breasts, their hair moving wildly as they continued to strut and gyrate devilishly, lifted his sprit and his overly engorged cock to new heights, so that every glance, every gesture left him completely spellbound. Nick felt a sharp jolt of an elbow and turned to see his mother standing over him. She had been gently fanning him with a big woven fan, perhaps for some time, completely unnoticed by him. When his mother saw him look around, she was quick to offer him some delicious-looking fruit on a golden platter, and some wine in an unusually long vessel that reminded Nick of something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Nick was in seventh heaven. This was better than anything he had ever experienced in his whole life. It was better than the time Amber swam around with her bikini wedged up her pussy, it was better than sex with Victoria on the altar at church, it was better than watching his two supernatural sisters make out under the influence of the pussy fruit. His brief trip to hell was now light-years from his mind. The heat of the lava as he was hanging over it, the pain of the rose branches hitting his bare ass, all were completely forgotten. Nick relaxed back down into the satin cushions and lay with a drunken smile on his face, as he ate and drank absently, watching the four heavenly bodies gyrating in front of him for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. His member, which seemed like it had been rock solid for ages, was positively screaming for attention, and he absent-mindedly tugged at it with his left hand while he continued to eat and drink. The music became faster and faster, and the girls twisted and gyrated themselves into a neat line. Perfectly synchronized, they began to tear off little pieces of their skimpy costumes, which seemed to dissolve as they touched the marble floor. They maintained eye contact with Nick the whole time. Their expressions seemed to call to him and entice him to action, while at the same time leaving him trembling and completely unable to move. Gradually, the costumes became less and less, until only the only things left were veils covering the girls' faces and gemstones emphasizing the cut of their tight little bellies. The pace of Nick's hand quickened along with the tempo, but he somehow managed to force himself to slow down just a little as he felt the little twinge of pleasure that meant the approach of orgasm. He wanted to prolong this delicious moment as long as he could, though the sinking feeling in his gut just below his belly button told him it wouldn't be for much longer. The girls, now completely nude, continued to dance, their large full breasts swinging in time with the music. The dance became more and more erotic, and the girls were now performing moves that involved grabbing and squeezing their breasts in the palms of their hands and pretending to fuck themselves with invisible dildos, moaning loudly in pleasure. Every few measures or so, there would be a lull in the music, and the girls would turn their bare asses towards Nick and lean down, ever-so slowly, to brush the floor with their fingertips. They would plunge down onto their elbow, their legs spread wide apart in an upside-down V shape. Bent over the way they were, their naked pussy lips were completely exposed to Nick, and he was sorely tempted to run a finger or a tongue down their pink slits, but they always seemed just an inch out of reach. This was a fine enough sight to watch with one girl, but with four of the most beautiful girls in the world all doing it in perfect time, it was almost unbearable. The girls gave a satisfying wiggle with their hind quarters. Elisabeth finished off the move by reaching behind herself and sliding her middle finger down between her pussy lips, dipping it briefly into her oh so tasty-looking cunt, and putting the digit up to Nick's face to give him just a little taste. She then put the coated finger into her mouth, curling her lips around it seductively. Nick found himself no longer able to stroke himself slowly enough to prevent an orgasm, and with a deep rumbling groan that seemed to fill the hall like drum music, lost all that was left of his control. He squirted a massive stream of hot white cum into the air in great passionate bursts. His body pulsed and trembled with the sensation that was so powerful he felt like it might break him in two. With a swift move reminiscent of something out of a martial arts movie, Nick's mother reached forward with a silver chalice and caught all his sperm, which was far more than he had ever ejaculated in the past. Then, with perhaps a little more ceremony than was due, she placed the chalice on a granite pedestal next to three other identical but empty goblets. Nick was surprised to find that, despite the pleasant tingling sensation that ran throughout his body, his orgasm didn't soften his cock at all. It was every bit just as hard and sensitive as it was before he had ejaculated, and he could quite happily continue masturbating. Nick smiled and began to stroke his cock even faster. After all, if his cock stayed perpetually hard, he could cum as many times as he wanted, something that only multi-orgasmic women like Elisabeth could normally do, and something that Nick was incredibly jealous off. Heaven knows, he wasn't going to waste his newfound ability, and so he set to work on making as much cum as his balls could handle. Amber and his sisters stepped up the action a little with another, ever-quickening tempo change, and for the first time they started to touch each other. In one swift movement, they all whipped off their veils and tossed them away so they fell to the floor and vanished, like the rest of their attire vanished before. Amber and Victoria lay on the floor, facing Nick with their legs spread far apart to give him a liberal view of their dripping wet pussies. The arranged themselves, each with one hand caressing a breast and the other rubbing her own clit. Elisabeth and Mary stood over them, with their feet on either side of their heads, and slowly squatted down on the other women's faces, pushing their pussies down onto their partners' hungry mouths. They began to hump the other girls' tongues, in time to the music of course, covering Victoria and Amber's faces in sweet, sticky pussy juice. Elisabeth's juices glistening on Amber's dark face, and an ideal fantasy of his cock replacing Victoria's tongue in Mary's pussy, pushed Nick over the edge, and he exploded into the air for a second time. Once again, his mother caught it gracefully in another of the identical silver chalices. Almost before he had finished ejaculating, the girls had rearranged themselves so that they were laying on their sides on the floor, forming a square chain. They set about eating each other's pussies. Amber was pleasuring Victoria, who was licking Elisabeth, who was licking Mary, who was licking Amber, all with one leg stretching high into the air. The thumping, pounding drum music was still playing somewhere in the distance, complemented by the wet sloshing sound of eaten pussies, but the movement was no longer in time to the beat. It was just pure girl-on-girl sex. Nick stroked his cock merrily and came for the third time, followed by his mother's lightning-quick reaction. Nick's cum was caught in the third chalice. The orgasm was almost more than Nick could handle. He buckled over and groaned, his eyes never leaving the bodies of the hot women who were busily licking, sucking and fondling each other's pussies, heedless of Nick's latest climax. The chain broke apart, and once again the girls formed a line and knelt on the floor, their bodies glistening with sweat and juices. Nick's heart thumped in his chest in anticipation and his massive hard-on was even more sensitive as it had been before he came. Fuck, how did women ever stop masturbating? Nick jerked himself off really quickly and not having a chalice to catch it in, he squirted into his left hand and ate it. His sperm wasn't nearly as bitter as he imagined it would be, and for once he thought he was beginning to understand how women like Elisabeth enjoyed sucking cock. The music became louder and changed to something similar to a drum roll. The lighting dimmed ever-so-slightly, as though to create the mood for a romantic dinner. Four polished marble phalluses rose out of the floor, one before each of the girls. Each girl positioned herself over a stone prick and her hips so that the tip of the phallus pressed between her pussy lips. Amber and Elisabeth winced slightly with the feel of the penetration. Gradually, all four girls allowed more and more of their weight to press down on the huge stone cocks, and their pussies were stretched wide as the phalluses pushed deep inside of them. They moaned loudly, their voices ringing through the chamber like music as the drums continued to beat. Once the slightly larger ends were enveloped in their slimy pussies, they allowed the dildos to slide deep within, until their cunt lips were nearly touching the floor. Nick felt a strange vibrating rumble beneath the floor, accompanied by a mechanical noise, and the phalluses started to slowly move up and down. The girls remained still as the stone cocks filled their pussies and retracted. The background hum grew louder as the phalluses vibrated their way in and out. The girls groaned with the pleasure of being so completely filled one second and empty the next. The automated fucking became faster and faster and the girls began to scream as orgasms approached. Nick was stroking himself in time with the cocks and felt his own orgasm building within him. The smell of sex hung in the air and the sound of fucking became deafening as all the girls' bodies erupted in shuddering climaxes. Eventually, Nick could not hold out any further. Once again, his mother was quick to collect the hot cock juice. The phalluses retracted into the floor, leaving nothing but four little pools of pussy juice. The girls stood up, holding their sore aching pussies, and Nick's mother walked towards them, holding a silver tray with the four chalices. Nick's sisters and Amber each took a chalice and greedily drank the cum from it, letting a little dribble from the sides of their mouths. The light in the room faded to complete darkness and Nick's heart sank as he realized that his dream was fading. Nick felt dizzy and slightly sick as he dissolved into the ornate floor. Falling through the empty darkness, he could still make out the marble sex room high above him as it became more and more distant, and he reached out towards it in desperation, trying to clutch at the mounts of womanly flesh and stubbornly refusing to let go of the oh-so delicious fantasy. Below him, he caught sight of a new room appearing, as though from behind the horizon. It was only a tiny speck to start with, but it soon became clearer and clearer as it floated into range of his vision. No! He didn't want this! Wherever he was headed now surely couldn't be any better than where he had just been! He closed his hand around the room he had just been in, which was now becoming unreal to him, more of a distant image or a memory than a real physical place. Still, Nick wanted to try and claw his way back to it through the darkness, but it was no use. There was nothing to give his hands and feet traction to climb. He seemed to sink further and further into the unknown. Feeling like a beaten animal, forced himself to turn to focus on his new destination, which was a lot closer now. He could make out a room, which looked remarkably like his own bedroom. There was his bed, his desk, the little trash can where he used to throw the used wads of tissue paper when he'd masturbate. They were like artifacts of another life-time. Nick felt like he was peering in through a transparent ceiling, a window into his bedroom, into his life, as though it was someone else's life. Needless to say, it was more than a little disconcerting. Nick floated down a little closer, and he realized that there was someone laying naked on his bed. The woman rolled over, her large breasts flopping to the side. Nick gasped with newfound excitement. She had looked so hot before, racing to fill the chalices with his cum only minutes ago. Another figure came into view, and it took a few moments for the shock to hit Nick, but all at once he became aware that he was now looking at himself on the bed and his mom was gone. This didn't do much to help his churning stomach and dizzy feeling. Nick couldn't decide if he was looking at a ghost of himself, or if he was in fact the ghost or what, and the confusion was about to kill him outright. Nick was hovering just above the room now. He felt himself becoming heavier, as though some invisible person was filling his weightless body with lead bricks. That was probably the reason he felt like he was going to fall, and he did. He fell down into the room and landed on top of his own body. The landing was softer than he expected, but he did feel almost normal again. Strangely, there was no hole in the ceiling that he was now looking up at, and he realized that he had become himself, lying on the bed. He sat up quickly and tried to stop his head from spinning. A moment later, he was startled by a bright pink dildo that flew across the room, nearly hitting him in the side of the head. It was accompanied by the sound of his sister shouting. "This useless piece-of-shit dildo doesn't fucking work properly!" Elisabeth screamed. "Why the devil does it have to always fall out of place when I try to stick it up myself! It's unnatural!" Nick swung round and saw Elisabeth sitting on the floor in the corner of his bedroom. She was naked, her soft pink breasts and rock hard nipples practically begging for attention. She sat with her back to the corner, her legs spread wide apart like a cheerleader doing the splits. She was frantically fingering and stroking her pussy, breathing very hard. It was so damp down there that her fingers were slipping. Her face was covered in tears of frustration, and she trying desperately to make herself cum. Nick looked around the room again and saw with amazement that it was now littered with discarded sex toys. "What are you doing?" Nick asked, momentarily unable to believe his eyes. "What the fuck does it look like?" his sister snapped, "It's not working though. I can't do it. I'm so fucking horny and I need to come so bad, but nothing I do works. And now my pussy is sore, and I don't know what to do." Elisabeth lowered her head. A few tears rolled down her cheeks. Nick knelt on the floor in front of her. He could see her pussy was red and tender-looking. He clapped a hand on her shoulder and tried to comfort her. "Hey, it's okay. Maybe I can help you?" Nick said, hating himself a little for the way his voice trembled with longing as he spoke. "How?" she continued to sob. "The only way you could help is if you fucked my brains out with that gorgeously hard cock of yours. That can't happen because you're my brother and I'm a virgin, and it's wrong. So thanks for the offer, but I'm just gonna have to suffer." "Well, I can help in other ways. I can use my mouth and fingers on you. That way you'll still be a virgin." Elisabeth looked up for a second, and stared into Nicks eyes. "You'd do that for me?" said Elisabeth, smiling through the tears. "Sure," said Nick, looking hungrily at her pussy. "You need to come, and I can help you." "But it's still wrong!" Elisabeth stammered. "You're my brother you're not supposed to touch me there!" "I love you and I want to take care of you. How can that be wrong?" Nick said seriously. Elisabeth stopped crying. "Well, okay, then," she said, "but what if it isn't enough?" "It can't hurt to try." Nick replied, trying to keep all eagerness from his voice this time and to his amazement Elisabeth nodded agreeably. They both stood up and moved over to the bed. Elisabeth looked at Nick, and slowly and nervously kissed him on the lips. "Thank you," she said as she wiped her tears away. "You're really good to me." Nick smiled, gently pushed her back onto the bed, and knelt on the floor in front of her. He looked at her beautiful pussy for a moment. It was shaved bare and very tender, with a little trickle of sparkling pussy juice seeping out of her hole between her pussy lips. Black Magick Ch. 15 He put his hands on her inner thighs and slid them up to her pussy. He was a bit scared of hurting her because she already looked so sore from over stimulation. He parted her pussy lips with his hands gently. Her inner lips were wet with cunt juice and Nick could smell the heat from her burning flesh. Oh, it was intoxicating! Oh God, he could also see a little way into her inviting little pink hole. His own body began to shake with desire he knew he couldn't satisfy, and his hard dick bumped clumsily against the wooden frame of his bed, making him quiver. Nick was going to enjoy this as much as Elisabeth. He leaned forwards and pushed his mouth into the tender slit between her pussy lips. His nose pressed against her clit as he slid his tongue into her hole and began to circle the insides, lapping up the feel of her velvety interior as though it was a rare and expensive spice purchased overseas. Elisabeth moaned and grasped at her breasts, pinching her nipples. Nick enjoyed the reactions he was getting from the movements of his tongue. Each time he licked or touched her sensitive parts she'd flinch or moan or both. The part of the bed sheets that hung over the edge felt rough against his sensitive erection. Elisabeth was clearly enjoying Nick's attentions, but it didn't look like they were going to provoke an orgasm. He needed to step up a gear. He pressed his tongue deep into her hole, as far as it would go, and then moved slowly up with his tongue pressed hard against her wet flesh, up out of her hole, and hard against her sensitive clit. Elisabeth wriggled uncontrollably. He clamped his mouth around her clit and sucked hard. Elisabeth was squirming with the sensations that Nick was giving her. Her body tensed and her moaning became deeper. Nick continued to ravish her clit frantically, but the climax didn't come, Elisabeth's body began to relax to her baseline state of intense horniness. It just wasn't enough! She needed to be filled with cock to have any chance of an orgasm. "Fuck me, Nick!" she screamed, completely unable to control the urge any longer. "But Elisabeth, what about your virginity?" Nick said feebly, unsure what to do with the sudden change. "I don't care about that anymore! I need you inside me so bad!" This was too good an opportunity for Nick to refuse. Elisabeth scooted back towards the wall and Nick positioned himself on top of her, pressing his cock against her wet cunt lips. It didn't hit the right spot the first time, and his cock slipped down and rubbed over her clit. Elisabeth gasped. The fact that it was her brother's cock out to take her virginity did nothing to dull her emotions for her. She wondered idly if she'd feel any different after she was no longer a virgin. Nick tried again, and this time his thick head forced its way into her pink hole, and Elisabeth gasped as the cock filled her pussy for her first time ever. Nick was sweating. He fucked his sister hard, completely forgetting about how sore her pussy was or that it was her first time. She didn't seem to mind. Her intense arousal turned any pain into pleasure. Nick's pelvis slapped against her with every forceful thrust. Her pussy felt so good wrapped around his cock. Elisabeth was panting and pushing back onto his cock each time he thrust into her. Their shared desire joined their bodies together in a manner unknown to all but the most intimate of lovers. Elisabeth's body seemed to be swelling with power that flowed between the two through their intimate connection, and it made them both more and more horny as together they continued to thrust. Elisabeth was taking on more and more of the thrusting herself so that all Nick had to do was stand still while Elisabeth fucked him. She was overcome with some kind of extra power that allowed her to move her body hard and fast against his cock. She screamed out loud as her first orgasm flooded through her body. She tensed all her muscles and clamped her pussy around Nick's cock, squeezing it hard. This felt good for Nick, but he needed to carry on despite his sister's orgasm. He pulled her back and forward on his cock as he rammed into her. Elisabeth was coming again and again, and she could do nothing about it but scream and moan. They were both covered in sweat, and streams of wet cunt juice were leaking out of her and running down Nick's legs. He continued regardless of her. Elisabeth's pussy was so wet that his cock made loud squelching noises as he entered her, displacing buckets of slime that oozed out of her pussy. "Stop! Please, no more!" she whimpered. But the orgasms, kept on coming and there was nothing she could do about it. Nick wouldn't stop. Elisabeth's pussy was burning with heat caused by the friction of his cock slamming against her, made worse by her continuous coming that forced her pussy to clamp down hard on his cock. Tears began to stream down the sides of her face from the pain of being split apart by Nick's member. Nick quickened his pace. Sweat was dripping down him and his legs were soaked with Elisabeth's juices. Finally, the energy flowing through him focused on his crotch and he lost control. He slumped forwards, pushing himself as deep as his cock would go as he squirted his semen deep into her. Three or four spurts followed, and somewhere inside her body was Nick's cum. He couldn't move for a moment, but then he slowly withdrew his slimy cock. Elisabeth groaned and collapsed on the bed, hot white cum and girl juice flooding out of her. --- Nick woke up feeling dizzy. A warm sensation in his underwear reminded him what he had been dreaming of. Already the sun was streaming through the window, and Nick recalled that it was time to wake up and get ready for school. He was so disoriented that he couldn't remember what day it was or how much of what he had experienced was a dream and how much was real. The last thing he remembered for sure was sitting in his bedroom with Mary and Victoria, chatting on his computer with Elisabeth. Had he somehow fallen asleep? And what was up with that dream he had? He couldn't remember all of it, except that it was really hot and a lot of crazy stuff happened. There was the Devil in it, and all his sisters and his mom. God! He ought to talk to Victoria about it, she was the one into all that crazy surreal stuff. She'd know what to think for sure! Nick ran out of his bedroom, completely forgetting to change his cummy underwear or to cover himself. He rushed into the hallway. After all, it was only ten feet to his sister's door. The probability of someone catching him seemed remote. But when he got there, the door was gone! In fact, the hallway itself seemed smaller, as if the universe had contracted just a little, so that the place where Victoria's room had been completely didn't exist. Nick ran through the house, stamping his feet, looking high and low for his new younger sister. Finally, he gave up and went into his mother's room and asked her where Victoria was. Susan stared at him cross-eyed and didn't reply. This gave Nick a sort of queasy feeling he really didn't like. He wandered into the living room and saw the jar of ashes over the fireplace. He remembered Victoria letting the ashes fall out of her hand, and before he noticed, he had pulled a chair over to the fireplace and had opened the lid of the urn. Those weren't human remains at all, but leftover ashes from the wood of the fireplace! So it was all real! His mother came over and scolded him for messing with his grandmother's ashes, and he seized her and pressed his tongue into her mouth, savoring the pleasant flavor he had become accustomed to. She tried to wiggle away shyly, but Nick pressed her to his body, loving the way her large breasts pushed against the tight muscles of his chest. Oh, he could hold her forever! He felt his cock push up against the mound of her vagina though their clothing, like a blast of hot air on his loins. It was like all the passion from all the times he had slept with her was threatening to mount into one big explosive orgasm Finally, he let go, and she stepped back, blushing profusely. "Breakfast is ready, will you go wake up your sister?" Nick grunted, remembering how tight his sister's moist pussy had felt around his cock in his dream, how beautiful her soft pink nipples had been, how fully she yielded to his intimate embraces. He could feel his cock getting harder and harder. Oh, he'd give anything in the world to fuck her like that again! He stroked himself slightly through the cotton of his underwear. And at the same time, he was a little afraid to look her in the face, as though now that they had been so close, all his emotions would just flow out of him and there could be no secrets at all between them. He shrugged that thought off as superstitious, and more than a little girly. He knocked on the door, but the only response he received was his sister's aroused moaning. Nick felt his already aroused cock begin to tingle. Oh god, the effect she had on him! It was as though her lips were gasping against his swollen member. He could almost feel her lips wrapped around him, could almost see her bare pink slit grinding into her girlish bedspread. He took a deep breath and balled his hands into fists, attempting to force himself to relax. After all, this was his baby sister, not an unholy goddess of love. There was no reason he should open her door, appearing like a living statue of Priapus. No, no reason to remember how good it was to fuck her. That was all a dream, he told himself sharply. It had no bearing on reality, none whatsoever. Nick turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. He was treated to a marvelous half-second glimpse of Elisabeth sprawled on her back, her hand fiercely working her clit, before her eyes met his and she quickly sat up, covering herself and blushing profusely. Nick felt his whole body warmed by his sister's reaction to his presence. Elisabeth had always been such a tease, always willing to give him an eyeful, as though she enjoyed dragging him around by the dick. The sudden change made him feel all man. "Oh, Nick," she stammered, straightening the bottom of her nightshirt self-consciously. "I... I had a dream about you." The color in her cheeks deepened. Nick sat down on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arm around her affectionately. He pressed Elisabeth against his chest and tenderly kissed her fiery red hair. "Tell me about your dream," he breathed into her ear. "Oh, it was terrible at first! I had all these, you know, toys." "You mean dildos?" Nick asked, the fingers of his left hand crawling towards his sister's nipple. Elisabeth nodded. "But no matter how I tried I... I couldn't come. Oh, I don't know why I'm telling you this!" "Because I'm listening," Nick replied, massaging her breast gently. Elisabeth was so focused on recollections of her dream that she didn't seem to notice. "Well, then you sort of showed up, and, well..." She covered her face with her hands and heaved her shoulders, as though she was fighting back tears. Nick lifted her head up with the hand that had been softly fondling her. "Tell me more," he said. Elisabeth colored, but she opened her mouth to keep talking, as though the words refused to be held back. "And you said that you'd eat my pussy for me. And oh, it felt so good! I've never felt anything so intense! And I was impossibly aroused, but still I couldn't come. So I... I... I begged you to fuck me," she stammered, tears running down her face. Nick tried to pick her back up, but her body was like a rag doll, and he couldn't find a way to move her. "Elisabeth, it's ok. I had the same dream," Nick said finally. "It was the best thing I've ever felt, and I'm still felling the effects. I knew before that you were beautiful and sexy, but I never knew it would be like that! Oh, I wish I had thought to fuck you years ago!" Elisabeth sat up again, but Nick noticed that she was avoiding his eyes. His heart sank. She thought he was a pervert! She made a vague remark about going to the bathroom to wash her face, but her legs were unsteady and she toppled back into bed. Their eyes met then, and Nick realized with a shock that he didn't see loathing there at all. "Nick, I want you to fuck me," she said, as though speaking from another world. "But what about your virginity?" Nick asked. "That didn't stop you before," Elisabeth said. "You're right, it didn't," Nick replied. "But that was just a dream." Elisabeth nodded. Nick slowly pushed himself up on top of Elisabeth. "I... I love you, Nick," Elisabeth gasped, the words feeling awkward on her lips. "I love you too, baby sister," Nick said, and taking his cock in hand, he brushed her nightshirt aside and plunged into her. The soft sensation was every bit as intoxicating as it had been in his dream. Black Magick Ch. 16 Nick felt his whole body pulse with lustful energy. He could hardly pause to think, or to believe his luck. He had just fucked Elisabeth. And the best part was, he got away with it. No one stopped him in mid-stroke and yanked him away, pulling him kicking and screaming and trailing cum into a psychologist's office to have his brain lobotomized. No magickal portal into Hell had opened up and swallowed him whole. The sex had been so intense that Nick even stopped wondering about Mary and Victoria. His breakfast, or what of it he could bring himself to eat, was delicious. He felt his mother's eyes pounding into him excruciatingly, as though trying to probe him to find out what was different. But he kept his eyes down and pushed his eggs around on his plate thoughtfully, hoping she would eventually lose interest in the matter. Nick was so caught up in his own mixture of pain and pleasure that he didn't notice that his sister Elisabeth was only picking at her food, and he was surprised when she stood up suddenly and in a quivering voice told her mother that she was feeling ill and wanted to stay home from school. He didn't know what to make of that, but a sideways look from Elisabeth told him to agree. "Oh yeah, Mom, I've been fighting a sore throat since I woke up this morning. Something must be going around." Nick felt his cock spring to life as his sister looked at him. A wave of raw lust flowed through his body. He was a little afraid that his mother would notice smoke coming out of his ears. "All right, you two. I know you've been under a lot of stress over the news of your father's office catching fire. I suppose it can't hurt to let you skip school, just for today. I will be heading over to your Aunt Angela's house to do some planning for Grandpa's 80th birthday party bash, so I won't be home for most of the day. I expect both of you to be on your best behavior. I don't want to come home to find you drinking or watching television. "Yes, ma'am," Nick said, his voice catching in his throat. He couldn't get the pictures of his sister's exposed body out of his head. He could almost smell her cunt, and the images were driving him wild. He felt his balls tighten and closed his eyes, trying to focus on not messing up his underwear. "Nick, why don't you help your sister clear the dishes?" his mother suggested, giving him a sideways glance. Nick motioned to the humongous bulge in his pants with his eyes, hoping his mom would get the hint, but to his immense embarrassment she just shrugged. Was this really the woman who had been sharing his bed for the last couple of weeks? He grinned nervously, stood up and began clearing the table, concentrating hard to imagine putrid zombies eating monkey brains to make his erection subside. But the moment he looked up from the dishes to see Elisabeth standing in front of the sink, nervously rubbing the back of her ankle with her other foot, it involuntarily shot right back up to life. Nick cursed himself under his breath, turning red in the face. What the devil was the problem with him? He had finally fucked Elisabeth, just like he wanted to do forever. He should be feeling triumphant, powerful. He had no reason to be to be quivering all over like a boy about to wet his pants. Why was he so messed up inside? Nick carried the plates to the sink. He stacked them next to the glasses and silverware his sister had gathered and grabbed a dish rag, all the time being very careful not to look at Elisabeth. He felt that one more glance and he would lose all control and have her right there and then on the kitchen floor, whether his mother was looking or not. He didn't want to risk it. He took the dishes one by one from Elisabeth, purposefully focusing on the porcelain to keep from seeing the soft dainty hand that offered it to him. Even the zombies in his head were having an orgy now, pushing their hapless victims to the ground and pushing their cocks into their ass and pussies while nibbling at their brains. It was sick and twisted, but he couldn't stop it. The very motion of his hand wiping off the dishes reminded him of masturbation, thrusting in and out of the glasses, his fingers and cock in his sister's pussy. His mother grabbed his shoulder and he turned and looked at her. Damn, her lips were so red and moist, he was making to kiss her before he came to his senses and abruptly stopped himself. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice. "So, I'm going now, remember as the oldest you're the man of the house," Susan said casually, picking up her keys and cell phone from the kitchen counter. She walked out of the kitchen, wiggling her butt from side to side in what Nick was certain was an obvious attempt to torment him. "Um, Elisabeth if you don't mind finishing up here, I'll be in my room," he said and ran off before his sister could stop him. He needed to get some privacy pronto, to take care of his massive hard on. He was already absent-mindedly unzipping his fly, like he sometimes did on the way to the bathroom, but he ducked into his bedroom instead, like he told Elisabeth. He was already hard enough to come, but he knew that it would be that much sweeter if he held off just a bit. So he decided to indulge himself a little, by reading a bit of an Internet porn story he had downloaded earlier. He unbelted his pants and pulled them down to his ankles to take some of the pressure off his swollen balls and began to read, stroking his cock. The story was about a young girl (eighteen years old of course) who, under the influence of a hot female Satan in high heels, was having wild, crazed sex one by one with each of the arch-angels. The story was really hot. Nick especially enjoyed the part were the Devil, demonstrating her own sexual prowess, straddled Michael, who was her twin brother. It caused images of his own earlier escapade to swarm back into his mind, and he would have come there and then, except the Devil in the story sort of half-reminded him of something unpleasant he could not remember. Nick shrugged it off and continued reading. And by the time the last of the arch-angels had his second orgasm, Nick climaxed as well, fantasizing with all his might that the wad of tissue paper he was shooting his hot load into was really his sister's pussy. He had just tossed the tissue into the waste-paper basket by his desk when the door opened and Elisabeth appeared, looking sort of bashful. Nick felt her presence like a shock wave through the body. Damn, it why did she have to look so cute and bashful, so sisterly, when he knew her to be a power-hungry temptress, always willing to give him a little thrill while seeming totally indifferent? What right did she have to act to pure and innocent? "You weren't just masturbating?" Elisabeth said, nearly stammering. "Yes I was," Nick replied with a harsh sort of 'deal with it' inflection in his voice. "I...well.." Elisabeth stammered, staring down at the blue carpet and blushing profusely. "I was going to take a shower and was wondering if you wanted to join me. But if you just got off, you probably wouldn't be interested." Nick suddenly felt ashamed of having been harsh. He was being as moody as pregnant woman or a girl during her period. "Um, Elisabeth, well I don't know how quickly I'll be able to get it up again, if that's what you're interested in," Nick replied more gently. "It sometimes takes some time, even for me. But I would be honored if you'd let me wash your lovely breasts and pussy for you. I promise to do a very thorough job." Elisabeth blushed, but nodded her head. Nick grabbed her by the hand and led her into the bathroom, not bothering to pull his pants back up from around his ankles. He quickly pulled off his sister's clothing, his lips traveling around her body, kissing her every place it was possible for a man to kiss a woman. He licked her soft nipples to erection, and sucked a little on her sensitive clit. Elisabeth gasped and grabbed a hold of the towel rack to brace herself, but Nick noticed that she wasn't quite willing to look him in the eye. She moaned and whimpered as an orgasm crashed through her body and tears of pure pleasure welled in her eyes. She put a hand between her legs to stop her brother's relentless teasing. With full force, she turned and began stripping her brother of his shirt and his pants, which still hung around his ankles. She smacked his spent cock against her thigh before twisting on the shower and pulling him inside. The hot water felt wonderful against Nick's skin. The sight of his sister's soft pink nipples dripping with water and obscured by vapor was like a shot of hard liquor. He felt warm and powerful inside and his cock began to swell quickly, as though some unseen person was sucking on it. Elisabeth wasn't, though from the way she began to lick her lips as he began to swell, she certainly wanted to. She knelt down and slowly took the whole length of his cock into her mouth. Oh god! Nick felt so warm. It could not have been just the hot water. All the tension in his body seemed to flow out of him and down the drain, and he felt good all over, like after a wonderful orgasm. And maybe he just had one, though his cock didn't seem to soften at all, because suddenly his whole body was trembling and he had to sit down. His breathing was ragged. He looked down at his sister's lips curled around his cock. It was too good to be real. He kneaded the shampoo into his sister's hair as she continued to blow him, his hands slipping and fumbling as he tried to make himself useful. He was sure he was making tangles in her lovely red locks, but he was too aroused to really care. He felt his balls begin to twitch and pushed his sister's head away. He's hard cock sprang out of her mouth and whacked her softly in the face. "You've got to let me get you first, now," Nick said, giving his sister a hand so she wouldn't slip in the tub. "Let me wash that lovely pussy of yours and make you come a couple of times. And then if you don't mind, I think I'd like to fuck you again." "Oh, Nick, I don't know." Elisabeth said, taking a step back and scraping her leg on the faucet. "I'm kind of nervous." "What do you mean you don't know? It's not like you're a virgin now or anything. What do you have to lose?" To his frustration Elisabeth sat down and looked like she would cry. "I don't get it," Nick said, trying to hold down the odd mixture of pain and frustration he was feeling. "You've always been such a tease, always leading me on. How come you're suddenly so prim and proper? I've got to say, I liked you better when you were a tease." Elisabeth's sobbed and shook her head from side to side dramatically. "Why do you have to be so unsympathetic?" she said. Nick's heart was in his stomach and he had to hold the soap rack to keep himself from either toppling over or bolting from the room. He felt guilty, like somehow he had hurt is sister really badly without meaning to, and didn't know what could be done about it. And at the same time, he was certain that he hadn't done anything wrong, and Elisabeth was just being unreasonable. "I was drunk with the power of discovering sex and magick before. I didn't know what I was doing. And I feel so different now, so weak, so vulnerable." "But you blew all those guys, you masturbated right in front of me! You knew what you were doing," Nick protested. "It's not like you're completely innocent or anything. "But sex is so different. I feel dirty now, like I've lost something important to me and can never have it back." Nick was a little ashamed that while his sister talked, he stared at her breasts and thought of sucking on her soft pink nipples. It's not that he wasn't paying attention. It's just they were so enticing and what his sister was talking about was so incomprehensible. "I didn't feel any different, really, when I blew all those guys, or when I messed around with Amber. I felt something when I slept with you, and I don't know what or why, but it's sort of freaking me out." "Well, whatever it is, forget about it. Nothing's different. You shouldn't feel different, either," Nick said, putting his hands on his sister's shoulders to comfort her. Elisabeth shook her head from side to side, to counter his statement without saying anything else. Nick sighed deeply with frustration, turned off the shower and stepped out into the bathroom. He threw a towel over Elisabeth's head and began drying himself off. He closed the bathroom door and did his best not to stomp his feet as he went back to his room. If Nick had been a girl he probably would have slammed himself down on his bed and cried into his pillowcase until he feel asleep. But that not being the case, he sat down at his computer and tried desperately to get back into the story he had been reading, but it was no use. His brain was on fire and he couldn't concentrate, and for some reason the thought of sex felt like a hot knife cutting through his belly from the inside. After about ten minutes he decided he'd much rather read his e-mail. He was just responding to a message Amber had sent him, inviting him to her birthday party at the water park, when Elisabeth walked into his bedroom. Nick turned to look at her. She was dressed in tight hot pink slack pants, which contrasted oddly with her red hair, tied back in a elegant French braid, and a lacy white top made out of cotton and spandex that clung nicely to her breasts and stomach. Nick was still only wearing a towel, which barely managed to hide his growing erection. "Hey," Elisabeth said in a would-be casual voice, leaning on his door frame in a manner he could only think of as seductive. "I've got a place I want to take you. That's why I had you play sick for Mom." "Um, Elisabeth, you might want to turn around or something while I change." Nick said in an awkward combination of embarrassment and politeness. He didn't want to risk his sister breaking down crying again. "It's ok, you don't have anything I haven't seen before," Elisabeth said, though Nick noticed that she didn't quite meet his eyes when she said it. "Anyway, you'd better hurry up. We've got a bit to bike and we don't know how long Mom will be at Aunt Angela's." Nick stood up and let his towel drop to the floor. His massive cock stood out in front of him, obscenely bobbing up and down like a dashboard decoration. Elisabeth giggled and Nick smiled. He grabbed his cock by the hand and shook it a little to tease his sister. But it only made her laugh more. He pulled the clothing he wore to breakfast back on and Elisabeth grabbed his hand and led him into the garage to get their bikes. "Ride behind me," Elisabeth said, mounting Nick's black mountain bike rather than her own pink frilly one. "Oh come off it, Elisabeth, you know you don't have the leg muscles to pedal both of us. It will be much quicker if we each take our own bikes." "Well, if you insist on biking yourself, you're going to have to take mine. You're not going to pry me off this one. And for your information, I may be a girl, but that doesn't mean I'm a wimp. I've got more power in my legs than you give me credit." "Well, if you're going to be so insistent, I suppose I can let you pedal," Nick said, mounting the bike behind his sister. He pushed off the ground to get the bike going, and after a couple of seconds, Elisabeth got the pedals going at a reasonable rate. Nick wasn't sure whether to hold the seat to balance himself or to grab his sister around the waist. He wanted to touch Elisabeth more than anything in the world, and at the same time, he felt like there was an invisible barrier between the two of them, making it impossible for him to do so. It was a odd combination, and Nick was the sort of guy who naturally brooded over things like that for too long, so it was a couple of minutes before he got up enough guts to grab his sister's waist. He was honestly surprised when Elisabeth kept biking as though nothing had happened. This somehow made the memory of fucking her more real for him, and he was immediately overwhelmed with the intensity and pleasure of the recollection. His cock began to swell uncomfortably in his pants and he felt it press against the back of his sister's pants. What the hell was wrong with him?! He jerked himself back to reality soon enough to catch his sister biking though the gate of the cemetery. "What, are we going to visit someone in particular, or have you decided to suddenly go Goth on me?" Nick said, trying hard to sound cool and sexy. Elisabeth didn't reply. They were biking uphill now, and she was huffing and puffing with the effort of keeping them both upright and moving. The bike began to wobble back and forth precariously. "Do you want me to get off?" Nick asked, watching the ground slowing around them. "No, I've got it under control," Elisabeth gasped. It was obvious that she was using every ounce of strength in her body to keep the bike moving. It would be seriously be quicker to get off the bike, but Nick kept to his seat and let his sister keep pedaling. Sometimes people had to do things to prove something to themselves, and when you get caught up in something like that the only thing to do is to relax and let them do whatever they have to. Nick closed his eyes and tried to think of something to entertain himself with. He tried to think of his sister's lovely body completely naked. But the memory was so laced with powerful feelings that it did little to relax him. His cock pressed painfully into the bike seat and against his sister ass crack. He smiled to himself. Elisabeth was too busy pedaling to notice the intrusion, though she must have felt it, at least on some level. Nick's cheeks flushed, thinking of the flesh of his cock resting against his sister's tight pants. He felt like he was sitting in a room with the heat suddenly turned up. Through the haze, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the concrete path turn a deep blood red and thought he caught a glimpse of a hand reaching out towards the wheels of the bicycle. But when he turned his head to look, there was nothing there. It was like someone had tossed a bucket of ice cold water in his face. The fire in his body subsided and his cock went flaccid in his white cotton underwear. The path all around him seemed completely unremarkable, though they were now pedaling past the oldest part of the cemetery, and the statuary was eerily beautiful and the air around them was charged with magick. Nick felt his breath catch in his throat and it was several painful moments until he could force the air down into his lungs. They came to the top of the hill and coasted down into the newer region of the cemetery, before climbing back up a small distance to their family plot, where their grandmother had been buried ten years ago. "Is this what you wanted to show me?" Nick asked, a little frustrated. He didn't much like cemeteries, and this grave in particular gave him a bad case of the heebie-jeebies. Elisabeth bent down and touched the grass affectionately, as though she was petting a cat or stoking her own pussy. Nick bit his lip to keep himself from moaning. Damn, his sister was a fucking tease even when she wasn't trying. He wanted to push her down onto the grass and have her right there, ghosts be damned. If he was lucky, maybe one or two would want to join in. He vaguely recalled having sex with a spirit once, and damn that had been an experience! "Don't you feel something strange from this grave?" Elisabeth asked, an eerie inflection in her voice rousing Nick from his naughty reflections. She was still fondling the grass. "It's been tugging at me for some time. Something strange happened here and I can't remember what. It's bothering the hell out of me." Black Magick Ch. 16 "Huh?" Nick asked a little confused. His eyes were fixed on the marker. "Yeah, a lot of stuff's happened here. Don't you remember the whole melodrama of Victoria digging up the coffin because she wanted Grandma's wedding ring? Anyway, wouldn't the grave be sort of strange magickally since that time we summoned grandma's spirit?" If Elisabeth was startled by anything he had said, she didn't show it. In fact, she seemed far too deep in thought to notice him at all. Nick shuffled his weight back and forth, uncomfortable with being ignored. For no reason whatsoever, his cock suddenly became hard and he found himself uncomfortably horny. He began to stroke himself though the material of his pants, feeling rather exposed, doing something so pathetically perverse in a public place. A bright yellow light issued from the name plate. Elisabeth's fine red hair, which had never fallen past her shoulders during her entire life, began to lengthen and lengthen until it slid down her back an onto the grass as she knelt in front of her grandmother's grave. Nick found himself both horrified and hypnotized by it. His pace on his cock quickened. Damn, she was hot with so much hair. Then reality hit him and he knew something was very wrong. He dropped his prick and pulled his sister away from the grave. She was foaming from the mouth slightly and gasping and contorting grotesquely. Her back arched up in the grass and her breasts pressed up into the sky. Was she having some sort of seizure? Despite himself, Nick couldn't help but be distracted for a couple of seconds by the way his sister's pink nipples stood out against the material of blouse. He fumbled in his pocket, looking for his cell phone. He didn't know whether the cause of his sister's ailment was magickal or not. Considering the circumstances, it seemed more than likely, but he couldn't just let her lie there like that. What if is got worse? His cell phone wasn't in his pants. There had to be something he could do himself. After all, he had taken a CPR class, not that he thought that would help much. What was it you were supposed to do with seizures? He was sure he had read something in a book somewhere, or maybe learned it in class, but he could not remember anything useful. Elisabeth's eyes, which had been rolling around randomly in their sockets, suddenly snapped back to life and moved to stare at Nick. She began to speak in a rich deep voice that he had never heard before. "There's nothing I love more than the soul of a naughty boy," the voice animating his sister's body said. Nick laughed so suddenly that he spit all over her face. "Oh come on, stop messing around, Elisabeth," he said finally when he could stop laughing. "You're not going to scare me with cheap gags and stock dialogue, no matter how well you can perform it. God, I can't believe you had me skip school for this rubbish," he added, shaking his head. Elisabeth continued to stare at him open-mouthed, not bothering to even right herself. There was a sinister sort of glimmer in her eyes that Nick found a little disconcerting. She laughed and laughed as though he had just told her the most amusing joke in the world. Nick winced, as though Elisabeth had slapped him in the face. "I just love your sense of humor, it's so irreverent," Elisabeth said in the same strange voice she had used before. Her hands were unbuttoning the top of her shirt, acting autonomously as though disconnected from the rest of her body. "You really are a cocky son of a bitch. I just love that in a sex slave." "What are you talking about?" Nick asked, a little disturbed that Elisabeth was insisting on behaving so strangely for such an extended period of time. He was also more than a little distracted by the sight of his sister's white breasts as she freed them from her shirt. But Elisabeth kept talking as though he had never interrupted her. "I've come to give you a challenge. Your slutty little sister and her friend are intending to summon an ancient god. That's a serious bit of magick, and they will be lucky if they only succeed in making themselves go mad, especially now that you've taken the virginity of this lovely little priestess." Elisabeth's hand reached into her pants and began tugging at her clit, as though the spirit or whatever it was possessing her wanted to display to Nick just how hot his sister was. Nick was so completely hypnotized by the movement in Elisabeth's pants that he almost forgot to feel guilty that he had fucked her. His cock was once again hardening in his pants. "So, what you do say, stud? Will you take up my challenge?" The voice asked, making little circles around Elisabeth's clit. Nick's jaw opened and he could hardly stop himself from drooling. He did, however, still have some sense. "What sort of fool will take up a challenge without first hearing the stakes?" he asked, his hand almost undetectably flicking against the crotch of his pants. He didn't want the demon to know how much her actions were affecting him. "Fine, whatever. It's not like it will do you any good," the strange voice in Elisabeth's body said, as Elisabeth sat upright, not even bothering to take her hand out of her pants. She was resting most of her weight on her free hand. "The stakes are these. I give you three quests, nothing too challenging, nothing out of your pathetically narrow range of abilities. If you succeed in doing these things for me, I will assist you with summoning the deity of your choice. Trust me, without my help you would not stand a chance. But if you fail, you'll all three die in a terrible accidents, and will be mine to do with as I please in the afterlife." "Um, I'm not sure I can make a decision like that on my own," Nick said sensibly. "I mean, it's not just my life at stake. If it was, I'd take it up in a second, I'm tired of just being dead weight as far as magick goes. But I have no right to make that sort of decision for someone else." The whole time he spoke, his eyes never once left Elisabeth's soft pink breasts. He found he had to concentrate not to slur his words. "But the girls didn't include you, or for that matter the rest of humanity, when they made their decision to summon Tiamat. And I assure you, there is far less risk in my offer." Nick had always been rather nervous about the summoning, and he found himself oddly drawn to the spirit's offer. Though he couldn't tell why, he got the feeling the thing was telling the truth to him. "If there's so little risk, why are you willing to give me these tasks? It's not like you'll be getting anything out of it if I succeed." Nick said. He thought he had at least that much right to argue, with a supernatural creature or not. The spirit used Elisabeth's body to shrug. "I will come to you again when you sleep, with your first quest. You can reject it then if you choose," it said, and vanished in a burst of dark energy. Elisabeth fell to the ground unconscious. Nick sat down next to her after, making sure that her pulse was strong and steady. He held his head in his hands. There was so much he had to think about. And he had an unsteady feeling, like he was losing his mind, and he wasn't quite sure whether the spirit had been some sort of strange mental delusion or whether it was real, though he was pretty sure it had been real. Elisabeth woke slowly. She was weak and shaky, as though she really just had a seizure. Nick had to button her shirt for her, though his own hands shook with desire as his fingers brushed against his sister's soft skin. He cursed himself mentally for thinking about sex at a time like this. "Hey, what happened?" Elisabeth asked, her voice weak and raspy, as though from overuse. Nick filled her in about his strange conversation with the spirit that had possessed her body and told her about the deal. Elisabeth seemed shocked for a moment, as though she couldn't believe what Nick was telling her. But after a couple of minutes, she seemed to think about it and come to a conclusion. "I think you should take the deal," Elisabeth said. "We could use all the power we can get. It's not like we have my virginity as a bargaining chip anymore." Nick sighed deeply, convinced that he once again got in over his head. After ten minutes, Elisabeth's legs were still too wobbly to stand. Nick helped her onto the back of the bike, trying hard to only touch her butt as much as he thought necessary, and biked Elisabeth home. Black Magick Ch. 17 As it turned out, Nick's mother and aunt decided to hold their father's 80th birthday bash on the evening of Amber's birthday party at the water park, so Elisabeth and her brother would be going to two big parties on the same day. Nick hadn't had a good night's sleep for over a week, ever since that strange experience in the cemetery. He'd wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat with the feeling of having a familiar nightmare, but he could never quite remember what he dreamt. He knew it had something to do with the spirit that possessed his sister. After all, the spirit had promised him that she would come to him in his dreams and tell him more about his task. But all he could see was Elisabeth's body, writhing against the grass with her eyes lolling back into her head, and a woman with red hair the color of fire whose eyes stared right though him, relentlessly stoking the flame of his lust until he soiled his bed sheets. He was having a hard time washing the stains out before his mother saw them. The last couple of nights Nick had not tried to sleep at all, and instead sat at his computer all night, reading erotica on the Internet while chugging Red Bull and downing NoDoz. By the party's eve, he had already read a story about a nun who had sex a centaur, a whole series about a bunch of horny nymphs who staged a kinky battle against an oil company, and countless other stories. Nick had jacked off so many times he was afraid blood would start coming out instead of jizm. He was beginning to read a story about a college girl with an unusual interest in sex toys, which somehow involved Mary Queen of Scots, when he heard his mother, Susan, moan loudly in the other room. Nick's spent cock sprung back to attention at once, and he leapt from his computer chair, eager to make himself of assistance. For some reason his mother hadn't been sharing his bed for the last week. As much as he felt strange being his mother's sex toy, Nick really missed the wild nights of sex. Nick was buckling his belt as he pushed open to Susan's bedroom. For a brief moment he was treated to the sight of his mother lying completely naked above the bed sheets, her eyes lolled back in ecstasy, gripping a vibrator in one hand and a copy of 'Better homes and gardens' in the other. Her large well-rounded breasts were distorted oddly by their own weight so that they resembled melted clocks in a Dali panting. Nick's mouth watered and he began to fumble with the fly of his pants. At the same moment, his mother's eyes met his and she screamed and thrust her vibrator out of sight under her pillow, throwing the blanket over herself. "What are you doing here!" she shrieked. "You're supposed to be in bed!" "I couldn't sleep," Nick replied, only a little fazed by his mother's sharp response to his presence. He knew from experience that even women like his mother and sister acted a little weird from time to time. "I heard you in here pleasuring yourself and thought it would only be polite to offer you a hand." "You'll do no such thing, young man! You'll march back to your room right this instant and go to bed or I'll ground you until you're old enough to drink!" Nick couldn't help laughing. There were limits to how ridiculous a person could act, and his mother seemed just plain nuts. She needed to get her facts straight. "Come on, Mom, it's not like it's the first time I've seen you masturbate! Why have you suddenly gotten so prudish? It isn't like you at all!" "Out!" his mother gasped, sitting up on the bed and pointing to the door. Nick noticed that her blanket was sliding off a bit, giving him a remarkably nice view of her cleavage. He wanted to tear the sheet off and place his lips against his mother's nipple. The muscles in her arm that pointed to the door were so tight and feminine. Nick gulped audibly. "Stop kidding around, Mom!" he protested, resisting the urge to drool like a rabid dog. His cock was swelling uncontrollably in his pants and he wanted nothing more in the world than to rip it free and thrust it desperately into his mother's sopping wet cunt hole. He bent down and began unzipping his fly. Surely she was playing some sort of game with him to make him extra horny. There was no really no reason why she should be contenting herself with mechanical toys while she had him to play with! "Out!" his mother repeated. Her eyes flashed so menacingly that Nick found himself back in the hall before he even realized his legs had moved. His hard cock was sticking out of his fly, like a white flag begging for mercy against a ruthless onslaught. Maybe his mother was having her period, Nick thought, unsuccessfully trying to stuff his still hard member back into his pants. He hadn't noticed a tampon string between her legs when she was masturbating, but then again it had only been a couple of seconds, and he wasn't exactly looking for it. "And if you're not in bed in 20 minutes, I'm going to skin you alive. You'd better decide that this was some skanky little jerk-off fantasy, and never mention it to me again!" Susan added from behind the closed door. Nick moved away from the door, feeling completely and utterly confused. He almost had to repress the urge to cry. He was a guy and not used to crying, and it pissed him off that he was so close to tears now. He sulked back to his room and pulled the blankets on over his head without bothering to undress. He was pretty sure, with all the caffeine in his bloodstream, he wasn't going to be able to sleep, and he was still rock hard and completely pissed at his mother for being such a bitch. What was wrong with her? It was almost as though the two of them had never had sex. Nick knew that wasn't true. He's fucked his mother every which way almost more times than he could count, and he could still remember how she felt in his arms and the feel of her cunt as it milked his cock. Had he done something that caused him to lose his mother's affections? The idea was so horrible that he wanted to rush back into her room, threats be damned, curl up in her lap and beg her to tell him it wasn't true. Nick didn't notice when he finally dozed off. It seemed like only a moment later that he woke up to the sight of his younger sister Elisabeth jumping up and down on his bed. "You don't know what happened to Mom, do you? She's acting like a total bitch today. She made me prepare breakfast. Come on, get your trunks on and let's go. Amber's mom will be driving up with her minivan in a few minutes to take us to the water park." "Where's your swimsuit?" Nick asked, eyeing his sister suspiciously. She pulled the neckline of her pink and white checkered dress to reveal a white bikini top with a large rose on one breast. "Come on, get out of bed!" Elisabeth said, yanking Nick by the arm. "And for heaven's sake, eat some of the food I was kind enough to make you." Nick didn't need any more prompting. He got up from the bed with some difficulty and went to his closet to get his swimsuit. Elisabeth sat on the bed, kicking her legs playfully like a little girl, and stared after Nick as he slowly began to pull off his t-shirt and dress pants so slip into his swim trunks. "Do you mind not staring at me like that?" Nick protested over his shoulder. "You're making me feel awkward." Elisabeth laughed and continued to toss her legs playfully. "It's not like you've got anything I haven't seen before, and that muscular ass of yours is total eye candy." Nick blushed, but there wasn't really time or reason to protest. He pulled his white briefs down his legs, tossed them into the laundry hamper and pulled on his pale green trunks on as quickly as possible. They had a strip of blue hibiscuses printed in the sides of the leg and looked like the sort of thing a surfer might wear to the beach in good weather. Elisabeth whistled as the trunks slipped over her brother's bottom. "Any chance there's time for a quickie?" Nick asked, tightening the waist of his swim trunks and throwing a white t-shirt over his bare torso. His cheeks were flushed. "Not on your life." Elisabeth's eyes never left the spot where Nick's swim trunks hung off his ass. "You're not still mad at me for taking your vir..." Elisabeth stepped out of the room and slammed the door loudly behind her. Nick cursed and began rummaging though his closet again, this time looking for his flip-flops and duffle bag. Elisabeth re-entered a moment later and threw a plate of pancakes onto his bed, saying simply, "I cooked it, so eat it." Nick looked at the stack of now disarrayed pancakes, and noticed with some surprise and relief that the nothing had managed to get onto his bedspread. His mother would kill him if she had to do extra laundry for no reason, especially if she was storming about in a foul mood like Elisabeth said. Nick picked up the plate and the fork. He noticed that Elisabeth had gone though the trouble of making syrup for him out of frozen strawberries. The pancakes were delicious, but a little on the sugary side for what was left of Nick's wounded manly pride. Still, he ate quickly and had already put the dish and fork in the sink when he heard the sound of a car outside. Elisabeth was sitting on the front steps, with a purposefully optimistic air about her, clutching her pink duffle bag and towel. When Nick opened the front door, she stood up quickly and rushed to the car, greeting Amber and her mother more cheerily than necessary. Amber's mother honked the horn playfully to hurry Nick along. Despite himself, Nick broke into a big smile. It was difficult to sulk with the prospect of the water park ahead of him. The park had recently put in a new, extremely high vertical slide. The boys in Nick's school claimed that the punch of the water against your balls was enough to knock you unconscious if you forgot to cross your legs. Nick squeezed into the back next to Elisabeth and Amber, who were busy talking about clothing and hair. Nick noticed that Amber was wearing a purple wrap over her swimsuit, which looked lovely against her dark skin. "Where's your brother?" Nick interrupted, realizing that he could really do with some male company. "He's said he's meet us there with his new girlfriend. Apparently they were up most of the night working on their French homework." Nick grinned, imagining what else the two had probably been doing. "She is a slut," Amber added, breaking her horribly buzzing conversation with Elisabeth. "And she thinks she's better than everyone just because her mother was in a couple of Hollywood movies back in the 80's." "Now, I won't hear anything bad about your brother's new girlfriend," Mrs. Story scolded. "She's a very nice girl, and working very hard in college, even if she is just a humanities major. Besides, your brother is really fond of her." "Fond of her tits is more like it," Amber said under her breath. If her mother heard, she chose not to reply, and after a moment Amber and Elisabeth went back to talking about other girlish things. Soon Nick felt like he might grow breasts just from all the estrogen that filled the car. At least, he thought bitterly, he'd have his own boobs to fondle. It seemed like an eternity of make-over tales before Mrs. Story handed the attendant the parking fee and they glided into the parking lot. Nick heard the sound of a motorbike engine roaring behind him and watched in apprehension as the cycle itself made a wide turn to stop in front of them. The man on the back of the bike was waving excitedly and brushed the driver's long brown ponytail out of his face. He was wearing a helmet, so Nick couldn't see his face, but he was sure that the man was Damien, Amber's older brother. That would make the girl in front of him his new girlfriend. She was all bundled up in leather, but Nick could still see that she was pretty damn hot. From the looks of how far the jacket stood out in front, she had to be at least a double D cup. No wonder Amber said her brother liked her tits. Nick could hardly keep himself from drooling. Mrs. Story made a show of extending the couple her middle finger. "Damn kids, you could have gotten yourselves killed!" she shouted out the window, but Nick could tell from the sound of her voice that she was smiling. "Damien told me that Mom was a bit of a bad-ass herself back in Africa," Amber said, leaning over Elisabeth so that Nick could hear. She very nearly missed knocking Elisabeth in the face with her sizable breasts. "Apparently it was really hard growing up black in a country that still believed in segregation." Nick gave Mrs. Story a critical look. Amber's mother didn't look very old. She seemed even younger his own mother, who had married straight out of high school. She must have been a teenager when Damien was born. "You wouldn't believe what I had to do to get into a university," Mrs. Story added with a sly grin. The girlfriend waved and started her motorcycle back up. The minivan followed behind. They drove for maybe five more minutes before they came to a parking spot. Damien and his girlfriend were already removing their helmets and jackets, and Damien was fishing a couple of necessities out of the saddle bags. Nick's eyes met those of the girlfriend as she removed her full face helmet, and he felt like something knocked him in the gut. It was Mary, the reincarnation of a dead runaway he'd brought back to life by fucking Victoria! He had to put his hand over his mouth to keep from shouting her name. But there was nothing in her glance to indicate that she recognized him. Was it possible that she was another woman? Mrs. Story came up closer, extended her hand to her son's girlfriend, and proceeded to compliment her bike. Nick didn't know anything about motorcycles, but he could tell from the logo and the general appearance that it was an old BMW. "Nazi bike," he caught the girl saying. "My mother had it imported for from Russia last year for my birthday." "What was a Nazi bike doing in Russia?" Nick found himself asking. There was a sudden break in the conversation that made him feel self-conscious. "It was a war trophy from World War II. It used to belong to a four-star Soviet general who was my mother's lover." "Was he your father?" Nick asked, completely oblivious to any harm in his question. The girl who looked like Mary simply shrugged. Then, as if realizing she was missing a important social formality, she extended her hand to him. "My name is Laila. It's a pleasure to meet an attractive young man like you." Nick felt himself color. "Keep your hands off my girlfriend!" Damien said, smiling at Nick and putting his arm around Lilia in an affectionate manner. Nick smiled back, perhaps a little too brightly, as if to confirm that he had no dishonorable intentions. Laila jabbed her boyfriend hard in the ribs and smiled seductively back at Nick. Her smile held so much delicious promise that Nick nearly creamed his pants. --- They broke up into groups and went to the respective changing rooms. The walls between the rooms were very thin, and Nick and Damien were treated to the sound of the girls changing. Nick's head was swimming with thoughts of all that young female flesh, especially when Mrs. Story stepped out to get some more change for the lockers and Laila began to compliment the size and perkiness of the other girls' breasts and the tightness of their thighs and bottoms. Nick practically turned purple when he heard swimsuit material slap against flesh and Amber squealed. A moment later he heard Elisabeth's indistinct whispering, and Amber's gasp. "What do you mean, you're no longer a virgin! What about the plan? We weren't even supposed to be having orgasms for another week! And you went and lost your virginity?!" "For God's sake, not so loud!" Elisabeth said, but the occupants of both changing rooms had already heard. "Anyway, it's not really a big deal. Nick's making a pact with a demon that will solve everything for us." "Nick?" Amber exclaimed stomping her feet loudly. "I bet it was Nick who popped your cherry? I can't believe you! How could you?" "You're just saying that because you've always wanted to sleep with Nick before I did. Now you'll never be able to," Elisabeth retorted. "You little whore!" Amber gasped. Nick felt sick to his stomach and had to lean against the the wall for support to keep from collapsing. "I'm impressed!" Damien exclaimed, spinning around and reaching around to pat Nick on the back. "You are a stud! I didn't think you had it in you! I'll tell you what, why don't you ditch that idiotic party your mother is having tonight and come back to my place. With a couple of drinks in her, Laila is the kinkiest little slut you can imagine. I might be tempted to lend her to you a bit, if you would be willing to tell me how you managed to bed your sister. You don't have to worry, any story you tell me will be kept between the three of us." Damien was holding Nick tightly by the shoulder in a way that Nick wasn't entirely comfortable with. "I'll think about it," Nick said, trying to act cool. He was pretty sure he'd go, no matter what he had to do before he could have a bit of action, especially if Laila looked as good in her swim clothes as he thought she might. His head was already swimming with the image of her naked body writhing under his touch, and his tired, overstressed body made the his wishful daydream all the more realistic. He saw himself sliding a couple of fingers inside of her, felt her muscles grip them. He wanted to see how far her tinder pink inner lips could stretch. He stared up at Laila's beautiful dark features and her sweet angelic mouth. He wanted to kiss her more than anything, to feel her lips between his own, to taste the sweetness of her tongue, to feel the sharpness of her teeth against his hungry lips, while grinding his palm against her clit. He even wanted her to draw a little blood from the flesh of his lips, just as a token of passion. But the images invoked the memory of the fire-haired woman, and Nick felt himself staggering on his feet. "Your first task, your first task," she whispered in his ear. The heat of her breath was unbearable, the sinister feel of her lips against his earlobe made his cock harden in his swimtrunks. Through a haze of hot smoke he saw an image of his mother lying on her queen-sized bed, clutching her copy of 'Better Homes and Gardens,' her vibrator between her legs, her eyes lolling back into her head. He saw an image of himself slipping out of his clothing and sliding into bed next to her. His mother kissed him passionately on the lips and crawled on top of him, taking his quivering member by the hand and guiding it into herself. He could almost feel her skilled muscles milking his cock the way she had done only days ago, and he felt like he might actually break down crying with frustration and unfulfilled desire. He saw Elisabeth smile up at him. She was happy, oh so happy. She ran her hand down her body and spread her pussy lips apart to show off his cock stuffed inside of her, positively beaming with pleasure of the union. Nick's heart began to beat like a drum against his chest. "You might want to do something about that tent you're pitching before you leave the changing room," Damien said, bringing Nick back to reality. He was sort of holding Nick up so he wouldn't accidentally fall over. "You don't want to poke someone's eye out," he added, biting his lip as though holding something back. Nick heard a loud slap and a girl stormed out of the changing room. He darted out after her, and sure enough, it was Elisabeth. He sat down next to her on the bench. Her face was red where the slap had landed. Nick wished he had had the forethought to have gotten some ice from a vendor to bring down the swelling. Black Magick Ch. 17 "I'm sorry things aren't going well with Amber," Nick said, putting his arm around his little sister to comfort her. "I'll make that pact with the demon, as soon as the teasing bitch gets up off her ass and decides what task she wants me to do." Elisabeth smiled weakly. Nick was stricken again by how beautiful her face was, and her smile caused a flood of pure lust that coursed though him. "Why? Why does it have to be so hard?" she asked, taking his hand. "I feel bad enough already, without all the shit people heap onto it." "I know," Nick said, kissing her hair gently while biting back the terrible fear of further rejection. "I...I didn't mean to hurt you. I've wanted you for ages, I suppose I couldn't control myself, when you actually wanted me. I needed to have you the way you needed me, I don't know if that makes any sense or anything. But that's how I feel. I would never have touched you at all if I knew how much pain it would cause you." Nick felt a little cold. He wanted to believe his own words, but somehow he wasn't entirely sure. The sight of his sister's naked body, her words begging him to help her, had been so intoxicating that he probably would have fucked her no matter what the consequences. Now that he was living the repercussions he did feel bad, but somehow he couldn't be completely sorry for his actions. He could still see afterimages of the hot sex they have had whenever he looked at her, and the thought instantly made him hard. He wondered if Elisabeth had the same images flashing in front of her eyes whenever she looked at him and how they made her feel. Did they really cause her nothing but pain? That was too horrible to even consider. Nick looked into the distance and saw a girl who had her long black hair in coils around her head. She wore a large straw hat and a lacy version of an early twentieth century swimming costume. She was having what looked like a pleasant conversation with a man in his thirties, who could easily be her father. But her eyes never once left Nick's, not even when the man in front of her suddenly clutched his chest and dropped to the ground. Nick rushed forward. The girl had vanished, but there was no question left in Nick's mind who she was. It was his Goth little sister, the sex healer with the soul of his dead grandmother, the one girl he thought he would never see again. "Victoria!" Nick gasped. He had reached the fallen man. Victoria was nowhere to be seen. Nick crouched next to the man and placed a finger on his neck to check the pulse. There was no pulse, no breath. Nick pushed a lock of his brown hair behind his ear and started doing what he hoped were proper chest compressions. Two years had passed since his CPR course, and he was having a hard time remembering it. Elisabeth was still sitting on the bench, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open, looking both pained and curious. "You!" Nick said as clearly and authoritatively to a young man who was walking by, trying hard not to look interested. "Call 911 on your cell phone! This guy's heart stopped! And you!" he said, pointing at a long-haired blond girl about his age. "Go get a lifeguard, they are around the corner by the entrance!" "Whatever you say, Nick!" The girl ran off towards the entrance. Nick was kneeling on the white concrete pathway beside the dying man to get the proper angle. Between sets of compressions, he would have to bend down and blow air into the guy's mouth. It made him feel a little gay. To have something else to think about while he continued CPR, he thought about the hot blond girl. She obviously recognized him. But who was she? Her voice, her cute pouty lips, were somehow familiar, but for some reason he couldn't place her. Three lifeguards came running and took over compressions, looking a little irritated at Nick for having been doing such an obviously amateurish job. Nick stepped aside. "What's going on?" Mrs. Story asked. "Where have you been? Mark says you left the changing room in a hurry. And Elisabeth wasn't with Amber when I came back. Is everything ok?" She was looking at the crowd that had formed around the paramedics. "Yes, everything's ok," Nick said. "Do you mind if we go off and go on a couple of water slides? I really don't want to be around when the police show up and want a report." He expected Mrs. Story to give him the standard mom lecture on personal responsibility, but she didn't. She took one look at the man on the pavement, surrounded by lifeguards, took another look at Nick, and quickly led him away by the wrist, an oddly serious look on her face. Apparently, her time in Africa left an even more pronounced effect on her than he thought. "I'll grab the other kids and meet you at the big vertical slide at the back of the park. Fifteen minutes." Mrs. Story said, dropping his hand and looking him in the eye. "Don't forget to have fun!" she added with a little wink and walked off. Nick went to the park entrance, where he had sent the girl for the lifeguards. He didn't really expect her to still be there, but he found himself hoping to see her again. She was cute, and Nick was a eager for any pleasant female company. Disappointed not to find her, he trudged off towards the vertical slide to wait for his companions. Nick sat on the special bleachers the park had set up for spectators. He was feeling a bit too shaken up go on a slide where his back didn't make contact most of the way. He decided after a minute he had made the right decision. A cute Asian girl with short bleached brown hair got such a bad a wedgie going down that it took her nearly a minute to extract the swimsuit material from her ass. Nick wasn't nearly as thrilled when her boyfriend came down the other slide a moment later and called him a pussy. He smiled, his mind still swimming with the images of the girl's tight butt checks and puffy pussy lips. It was obvious the fellow didn't really enjoy the glazed-over look in Nick's eyes, but he wasn't quite violent enough to jump up and shake him, so he grabbed his girlfriend's hand and walked away, leaving a few choice profanities behind. Laila sat down on the bench beside him. She was wearing a two-piece swimsuit with a shining black tube top and very short shorts. Nick had to force himself not to drool. "Damien says you might be coming back to my place tonight. I'm really looking forward to it," she said, putting her hand down rather high up on his thigh and giving it a little squeeze. "I ran ahead of everyone, so I could have you alone for just a bit. Have you been down this slide before? It looks really cool, you want to race me down it?" Nick was a little afraid to go down such a big waterslide, but he wasn't going to say that in front of a girl. "Ok," he said. "But if I win, you've got to let me fuck you in the ass." Laila laughed and grabbed him by the wrist. "Ok, but I always win," she replied cheerfully and rushed up the stairs with him. Nick's heart was hammering in his chest. The open wooden stairs looked like they were rotten partway through, and he had a slight fear of heights for as long as he could remember. Still, he decided to play it cool. Laila was a total babe, even if he didn't know whether she'd seriously agree to let him touch her at all, let alone fuck her in the ass. The line felt way, way too short. The scarier slides never had much of a line to speak of, and it was still a little off season. It seemed like only minutes before Nick was looking down the mouth of the monster slide, and the buff lifeguard on duty was chuckling at him in amusement. "Ready?" Laila asked, her voice positively giddy. Nick remembered that she drove a motorcycle, and probably did a lot of scarier stuff. She saw going down the monster slide as just another fun adventure, while in his mind it was nothing short of impending doom. He crossed his legs firmly and tucked his arms in front of his chest, the way the lifeguard told him. If he pushed off using the handle bars a little, he'd have the edge on Laila, he'd win the race and there was the possibility she'd really let him have her ass. He didn't know the physics behind the slide or if body weight had any part in the equation, and after all there was friction from the air and the slide to take into consideration. "Fuck it!" Nick thought and pushed off as hard as he could when Laila yelled go. He tried to force himself to breathe, but the air was trapped in his chest. His whole body was completely taken over by the fear. He couldn't even feel the four seconds of weightlessness what were supposed to make the slide so much fun. Nick must have lost control and uncrossed his legs at some point. He felt a shock wave ramming into him. Pain shot up from his testicles into his pelvis and throughout his body, instantly wiping clear the fear that had overpowered him. He felt bruised and battered and sick to his stomach when he sat up and staggered away from the slide. "I win," Laila exclaimed, smiling brightly at him, completely oblivious to his pain. Feeling completely like shit, Nick collapsed onto the bench. Black Magick Ch. 18 For Nick, his grandfather's 80th birthday party amounted to equal doses of boredom and gut-wrenching worry. He still felt shitty because his mother didn't seem to remember the kinky sex life the two of them had been sharing the last month or so, and because his younger sister Elisabeth seemed completely pissed off at him for taking her virginity a couple of days ago. And to this mix the fact that the world had literally turned topsy-turvy on him, and the usual onslaught of teenage sexual fantasies, and perhaps it was not so surprising that Nick found himself completely unable to concentrate on the pathetic conversations his family was so preoccupied with. Two discussions of new tax reforms, and one of a new designer drug, went by and passed into oblivion before Nick's aunt Angela turned to comment on his distracted state. "Thinking about some girl perhaps, Nick? It must be tough hanging around us dried-up old fogies." A sly smile crossed Angela's face when she said it, but Nick thought he caught a faint glimmer of something besides simple jest in her face. He couldn't quite place it, and found himself staring. His mother's sister had such a pretty face, and was so high-spirited and youthful, that he couldn't believe that she was old enough to drink, let alone be the mother of his beautiful cousin Isabel. The skin on her neck and chest was so tight, so alluring, that he felt the urge to run his tongue along it. Aunt Angela caught Nick's eye and gave him a sly wink. His eyes snapped away from her breasts and he turned scarlet. He tried to cover up this lapse. "Oh no, it's not like that, I'm just..." as he cast about desperately for something appropriate to say, anything at all that didn't sound either obscene or totally insane. He stammered for a bit, wracking his brain for something to say, but it felt as if all the blood was racing away from his brain and into the head of his cock. Nothing came to mind. "Don't worry about my boy, Angie love, he had a little bout of heat stroke at the water park this afternoon and he's probably still feeling a bit queasy. You know how kids are. You can never trust them to care for themselves, you have to spend your entire life running after them. Picking up their underwear off the floor, making sure they keep away from the drain cleaner..." Nick winced. Why did his mother have to treat him like this? He had been so comfortable with her sharing her bed with him. He had felt so special, so important, so loved. Now he felt pathetic enough there really was a chance she'd have to pull him away from the drain cleaner. "Oh no! How did it happen?" Angela interjected, referring to Nick's supposed bout of heat stroke. "Didn't Amber's mom know better than to let the kids run around the park without water?" Feeling as though his head was boiling like a teapot and steam was about to come out of his ears, Nick jumped out of his chair and stormed out of the room, before his mother could answer or say anything else to embarrass him. He looked back once and noticed that his mother was smiling. Nick swallowed deeply and tried to convince himself that she didn't have a look of sinister amusement on her face. He heard her coarse laughter behind him. Maybe it was only Aunt Angela telling some silly joke, but he thought the sound of his mother's cackle was a little spiteful. Nick's heart sunk deeper, painfully. Nick mentally shook himself, trying to think rationally. He reminded himself firmly that he was indeed still feeling sick, and this was probably making him feel overly vulnerable and irritable. As he kept walking forward towards the kitchens, he continued to rationalize, his brain moving along with his feet, as though the two of them were coupled together, lending each other power. Besides, his mother really had been acting weird for the past several days, he told himself eagerly. Maybe she really was just having her period. Nick caught his sister staring at him from across the room. She flinched suddenly as their eyes met, almost as though someone had slapped her, and looked away. She suddenly become engrossed in conversation with their second cousin. Today was definitely the day for impenetrable looks! Nick couldn't tell what Elisabeth was thinking any more than he could read his mother's mind. Why did women have to be so complicated? It wasn't fair! Nick pressed his elbows onto the tile counter and looked out of his aunt's ultra-clean white-laced curtained kitchen window. The lawn was perfectly manicured, without a single yellow patch. It was almost hypnotic. As Nick drifted off in his thoughts, the lawn faded before his eyes and an image of Elisabeth's face appeared on the palette of his mind, as she had looked while he was thrusting himself inside of her for the first time, taking her virginity and filling them both with the most intense pleasure and passion he had ever imagined. It struck him suddenly, horribly, that this was the same girl who had glared at him from across his aunt's oversized dinning room. It was the same face he had caused to glow with pleasure, but distorted now by...what? Pain? Lust? Hate? Fear? Damn it all! Nick was shocked to realize that it was no longer his sister's face in his fantasies, but that of the dead and resurrected prostitute, Mary, whose hand he had held walking down the church steps moments after the magickal ritual, the same face as the one that belonged to the beaming brown-haired biker girl Laila, who had confessed her keen interest in younger men to him earlier that day. Damien's words from the afternoon at the water park returned to Nick, and he found his cock growing stiff in his dress pants. As if he needed more complications in his life! Nick pushed his hard penis over so it hid itself down his pant leg and stopped straining against the fly of his pants. It was at just that moment that his mother approached and told him to come and say happy birthday to his grandfather. She was staring at the crotch of his pants suspiciously, as though she had seen him adjust himself. Nick half-stammered, half-mumbled an assent, but the moment his mother's back was turned, he ran to the bathroom to compose himself first, and to make sure the words "hey Grandpa, your wife came back to life as my new little sister and I fucked her on an altar as part of a dark ritual," were not somehow scrawled his face in black marker. --- Although Nick hoped with all his heart that the awkwardness in his home and sex life would magically resolve itself within the next few days, things at home remained, well, awkward. His mother and sister still avoided being alone with him, as though they were afraid they'd get some terrible disease just by breathing the same air as him. They weren't even talking to him very much. Both of his natural female relatives buzzed around the house cleaning and canning and redecorating as though they were preparing for a nuclear attack. They were behaving so irrationally and unpredictably that Nick soon learn learned to avoid conversation with them. As if that wasn't enough to turn Nick into antisocial freak, Amber was giving him the cold shoulder at school. The blond girl he had a crush on, Jessica, would pass him notes with happy faces doodled on them or wave to him in the hallway when she was certain no one else was looking, but she was far too cool to be seen associating with someone who was so obviously a complete loser. To cope with the stress, Nick masturbated compulsively. He actually began drinking more water, fearing dehydration from all the ejaculation. No matter how many times he came, though, he still wasn't able to sleep properly. His brain refused to relax enough to let him rest at all, and he was once again becoming well-versed in online erotic writing. His little metal trash can was overflowing with used tissues. One night, a few days after the party, while Nick was polishing off an erotic poem about a love affair gone sour, he heard the phone ring. It was probably just telemarketeters. Now that a lot of telemarketing was outsourced, they had been known to call at all times of night. Apparently the concept of time zones took some getting used to. Desperately, Nick grabbed the receiver, ready for any kind of distraction. After all, he could not live on porn alone, and if he lucked out, the person on the other end of the phone would be a hot woman with a sexy voice. It could happen! "Hello?" he almost shouted. The voice on the other end hit him like a boulder and he almost fell of his chair. "Nick?" It was Mary. Just as he was about to greet her by that name, he remembered that she was Laila now, that Mary, for all he knew, had only been a figment of his imagination. His voice came out as a cough, as he remembered the look she'd given him at the water park. "Are you all right, Nick?" "Fine," he croaked, "What can I do for you?" he managed to add, after another moment or two. "You're in AP American History, right?" "Yeah," Nick answered, a bit confused. That was not something he'd expected her to ask. After all, what did it matter to her what classes he was taking? "Well, Damien and I are going to be having a little study session about the French and Indian War over here tonight, I think you might find it helpful. Want to come over?" "That sounds cool, I've never really been part of a study group with college students before. But I don't know where you live." "Don't be silly, I know you don't have your own car. I'll come pick you up on my bike if you're interested." Nick's heart picked up the pace a bit. "What do you say?" "Um, sure," Nick replied, his voice breaking just slightly. "Great! I'll be at your place in twenty minutes." The line went dead, and Nick replaced the phone in its cradle. Mary or Laila, he didn't give a fuck anymore. What did it matter if he was sane or not? He could remember the warm moisture of her mouth around his cock a lifetime ago, when he felt like the entire world held nothing but possibilities. Even after all of the abuse he had been giving it, his cock rose again, a real glutton for punishment. Easing his pants down around his hips, he wrapped his right hand around his shaft, pumping cock in and out of his fist. Nick moaned like a whore, caught in the memory of that historic blowjob, engrossed with newfound zest in the way Mary's huge tits had bounced while she fucked her abusive father in the ass with a strap-on. Squeezing his eyes shut tight, he pumped his fist faster, then groaned out loud as he squirted warm cum between his fingers and onto the carpet. Cursing, he grabbed some tissues and tried to wipe up his mess, forgetting to cover his still spurting cock as he did so. Cum dripped onto his jeans. --- They didn't even attempt to study. Within an hour the three of them, Laila, Nick and Damien, were all drunk and the conversation had turned rather kinky. "We should play a little game," Damien suggested. "We'll see who Laila can get off first, and whoever does get off first, has to get her off. "Damien! What a thing to suggest!" Laila gasped, hamming it up slightly, "I'm not that kind of girl!" "Right, Nick, you hold her down, I'll get her clothes off." Nick gamely grabbed at her legs while Damien fumbled with her shirt. Laila squealed theatrically, then rolled her eyes. "It's a good thing I'm not trying to get away from you, Nick," she said, as she pulled a leg free and kicked him lightly in the ribs. Nick responded by grabbing her bare foot and tickling the sole. Laila shrieked for real this time. "Mercy!" Pleased with his victory, Nick set about pulling her pants off the rest of the way. "Hang on Nick, you mind if we switch places?" Damien asked, eying Laila's hot black thong panties hungrily. "I think I'll keep her pussy to myself for now." Nick didn't see anything wrong with that. After all, she was Damien's girlfriend, so it seemed he had a certain right to pick which orifice he wanted to fuck, but he was still a bit startled when he felt Damien's hard cock against his thigh as he slid past him. He had never been so close to a naked man before. He tried to ignore the strange lingering feeling that Damien's cock brushing up against his skin had excited. His crotch came up level with Laila's face. She rolled over into Nick's lap and started working on fishing out his dick, but was having difficulty with his tight pants. Impatient to be in her mouth, Nick pulled his pants down (he had gotten really good at that this last week, with all the masturbating he had been doing). His cock popped out and landed squarely on Laila's nose, making a sound like two steaks slapping against each other. Laila laughed and rubbed her nose where his cock had hit her before wrapping her lips around the head. She drew on his hunk of meat as if it was a cigarette. Nick groaned and leaned back against the headboard of the king-size bed, reveling in the sensations her lips were giving him. God, it felt like ages since any hand but his had touched his cock, he had nearly forgotten how good it felt. Laila swirled her tongue around the head of Nick's cock, squeezing it gently like a suction cup. Nick moaned in ecstasy. His mind was finally at peace and his whole body was positively flooded with pleasure. Laila gasped suddenly and thrust her head forward a little, making Nick's cock slide over her tongue and onto her tonsils. Raising his head, Nick saw that Damien had pushed into her from behind. Damien was looking Nick straight in the eye, his gaze oddly intent. Nick tried to return his focus to Laila's face, only to find Laila looking up at him. Her eyes were slightly crossed, and she seemed to be having trouble breathing. Concerned, Nick drew back a little, but she wrapped an arm around his ass and pulled him all the way into her throat. The sensation was so intense, so wonderfully novel, that he could hardly imagine that he had ever had a blow job before. The muscles of Laila's throat worked his shaft right under the head as she tried to swallow him. She worked her throat rhythmically on him, and after a moment he realized that she was riding forward each time Damien thrust into her pussy. Nick looked up again and caught Damien's eye. Damien was still looking at him more intently than Nick was comfortable with. Even more confused, Nick felt his own balls begin to boil. Involuntarily, he thrust his hips, driving his cock deep into Laila's throat, making her gag slightly. He felt a strange sensation in his bottom as Laila poked a finger into his butt. It sent him completely over the edge, and he let out a surprised shout as he fired several spurts of cum into her stomach. Quite against his will, Nick's eyes met Damien's again. Damien kept thrusting, but seemed quite distracted. To keep from looking at Damien, Nick pulled Laila's face up to his own, kissing her so hard that their teeth clicked together. It was just beginning to drift into Nick's foggy brain that he'd just cum in there when she pushed her tongue between his teeth, forcing a big glob of cum into his mouth. He gulped it down hungrily without thinking about it. "Move aside, Damien, Nick here has some work to do." Laila said, laying down on her back once more. Nick just stared for a moment at Damien's rigid member. He'd never seen one up close before. It brushed his thigh again as they moved past each other, leaving a sticky spot. Nick flinched. Feeling a little self-conscious, he laid himself between Laila's legs and considered her pussy for the first time. She was very wet, so wet that moisture dripped from the pink petals onto the bedspread. Her bush was nothing more than a small light brown triangle pointing toward her clit, which stuck out obscenely. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Nick dove in, drawing the upright button into his mouth the same way that Laila had drawn his cock into hers. Laila sighed loudly and arched her back slightly, shoving her cunt into Nick's face. Nick couldn't get enough of her taste, sweet but with a slight edge of bitterness. Thirsty for more, he drove his tongue deep into her, slurping loudly at her fleshy tunnel. She let out a little high pitched grunt, then moaned through her closed lips. "How does my cock taste?" Damien asked. Horrified, Nick pulled back and looked up at him, only to see that he was talking to Laila as he fed himself between her lips. Laila bucked her hips desperately, trying to reclaim the sensation. Nick wasn't quite sure he wanted to lick her anymore, so he slipped a couple of fingers in while he thought about it. Laila groaned again around Damien's cock. Nick liked the sound of that. He twisted his fingers around inside of her to see if he could get her to make the same sound. She didn't, but he liked the sound of his fingers squishing around in her wetness almost as well, and the way her tight belly undulated in time with his twisting. Soon Laila started moaning in an urgent high-pitched voice. She seized her left nipple in her left hand at the same time that Damien clutched at her right. Laila squealed around the slab of meat in her mouth and reached down for her clit with her own right hand, pushing harder against Nick's fingers. Nick peeked up at her face, but inexplicably looked into Damien's eyes again. In that instant of contact, Damien grunted softly, grabbed Laila by the back of her neck, and ejaculated into her mouth. His eyes never left Nick's. Nick barely even noticed the convulsive spasms of Laila's cunt walls around his fingers. Laila then spat out Damien's still dripping cock, letting it pour out the last bit of cum against her chin as she gasped for breath. She pulled Nick's fingers out of her and yanked on his arm, pulling him toward her face. Nick fearfully dodged around Damien's shrinking penis, and was unprepared when Laila kissed him roughly on the mouth. Falling against her, his recovered and turgid cock slipped against her slimy inner lips, the head nudging against her well-trimmed bush. This sensation distracted him for a few moments from the fact that he was tasting Damien's cum on Laila's tongue. As the realization settled in, Nick pulled away from her convulsively just as she shifted her hips, and the head of his cock slipped just inside of her well-fucked pussy. Her eyes widened slightly and she pushed her hips against him again, trying to draw him further into her depths, but Nick rolled off of her completely, away from Damien's grinning face. The room was spinning, and Nick bolted for the bathroom, barely reaching it before emptying his stomach completely. Kneeling in front of the toilet, wishing his raging erection would subside, Nick heard laughter from the bedroom. Still giggling, Laila came in and patted his head gently. "First time drunk, Nicky?" she laughed. "Don't try to stop yourself from puking if you feel like it, you'll feel better afterward." To his everlasting shame, Nick turned his face back towards the toilet and did as she suggested. "I've been drunk before, but never sick," Nick replied, "I haven't been sleeping well, and I think I'm a little off. I'm sorry." "Don't worry about it," Laila said, "Good thing you made it to the toilet. You don't think maybe swallowing some of my man's cum had anything to do with it? Some guys have that problem." Nick leaned over the bowl again, but nothing came out. "I guess not," he muttered. Standing slowly, he washed his face and rinsed out his mouth, before following Laila out into her room. Damien was asleep in the bed. "I always have that problem with him," Laila complained quietly, "he's a great fuck for about an hour, but I'm a three-hour girl." Nick eyed Damien suspiciously, especially his now-limp penis. "Don't worry, Nick, yours is bigger." Black Magick Ch. 18 "That's not-" Nick started to protest but she cut him off. "I know. Does it bother you so much just to think that you might have interacted with another man sexually? Does it make you feel less manly yourself?" "Maybe." Laila reached out and started stroking Nick's cock, pulling the slight remnant of his foreskin back and forth over the head. After just a few tugs, his shaft hardened. "Still a man, Nicky... Why don't you show me how much of a man you really are?" "What about Damien?" "Trust me Nick, Damien will be out for hours. You could probably fuck him in the ass and not wake him up." Nick's cock jumped in her hand a little. Laila's eyebrows rose slightly, but she made no comment. Nick, however, pulled away from her a little. "It wouldn't be right," he said more to himself than to her. "Fine then," she snapped, "I guess you need a little persuasion." Laila sat down in her chair, leaned back and spread her legs. Nick's eyes zeroed in on her neat little pussy. As he watched, she slid a hand up her thigh and against her pink lips, still slick from the workout Damien had given them. She parted the petals, then brought her other hand up and slid two fingers into her sloppy hole. As she worked them in and out of herself, she slid forward in the chair and let her head loll back. Nick was not surprised to realize that he had his hand wrapped around his cock. He could hear the wet, sloshing sounds of Laila's fingers inside her cunt, and she was still looking him right in the eye, though her eyelids were half-closed. As if drawn by magnetic attraction, Nick's cock edged closer and closer to the scene in front of him, dragging the rest of his body along behind. Laila grinned at him mockingly when the head of his penis brushed against her busy fingers. She pulled her fingers out of herself and reached for Nick's cock, but at that moment, he knelt down and brought his free hand up to her crotch, replacing her fingers with his own. She cocked an eyebrow, but then closed her eyes as two of his thick finger penetrated deeply into her. Nick was entranced with her vulva. The damp inner lips, the meaty outer lips, the smell of her musk. He pulled on her outer lips, stretching them slightly. She cried out, surprised, and thrust her hips toward him. Her eyes flew open wide. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, worried. "No, don't stop," she replied. "Don't stop," her wide, shocked eyes suddenly seemed very vulnerable to Nick. Overcome by emotion, he rose up and kissed her on the lips. Her arms wrapped around him, and he drew her lower lip into his mouth. She moaned into his mouth, and pushed her tongue out into his mouth. He was struck by the way she tasted, even though some part of his mind knew that the saltiness he was tasting was the remnants of Damien's seed. He knew he could blame his arousal on the booze later. He pushed into her again with her fingers and she gasped, crushing her teeth against his lips. The salty flavor intensified, and Nick knew he was tasting blood, but couldn't tell whose. He couldn't think straight anymore, and grabbed roughly at her cunt, eager for more sensation. He felt a slightly stiff protrusion against his palm, and ground against it. Laila's whole body jerked. Thirsty for more contact, he lifted her completely off of the chair and sat her down on his lap, narrowly missing her ass with his cock, which slid between her butt cheeks. His penis was drooling enough fluid to make the gap there slick, and he humped against her madly, like a dog. Realizing he was very close to exploding all over her ass, Nick slowed his pace, broke off the kiss that was driving him crazy and simply pulled her back against him. Her ear ended up against his mouth, and he drew the lobe between his teeth, scraping it gently in and out with his tongue, while continuing to palm her clit. Looking down, he saw her tits shaking on her chest as her body shuddered against his. He cupped her left breast with his right hand, amazed at how hard the nipple was. Laila arched her back and Nick squeezed gently while pulling her tit away from her. She whined like an animal and he squeezed tighter, moving his hand down so he could pinch her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Laila let out a tiny grunt of pain. Wanting a better look at her tits, Nick again lifted Laila up and sat her down on his lap, this time facing him. Forgotten, his cock stabbed into her, narrowly missing her vaginal opening and driving against her clit with bruising intensity. Shaken by the near miss, Nick wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, holding it just between his lips and drawing hard on it. Opening his mouth wider then, Nick pulled most of her breast into his mouth, letting his teeth graze against her a little. Groaning louder and louder, Laila began to grind her clit against Nick's shaft, trying to find the right angle to get him inside of her. Nick couldn't help but moan around the flesh that filled his mouth. The folds enveloping him were so very wet and he knew he wouldn't be able to resist slamming into her for long. Forcing his brain to think around the irresistible pleasure of her, he reached around behind her with his right hand and began to massage the tiny pucker of her back door. Her breath began to come hard and fast as his middle finger wedged itself up her asshole, still slick from his precum. Pulling back his head slightly, Nick sank his teeth into Laila's nipple, making her twitch from the feeling. He pulled her hips higher against him as she did so, and for just a second the angle lined up and his cock pushed into her pussy again. Laila chuckled deep down in her throat in triumph, but Nick kept pulling her up against him until his cock plopped free between her legs with a nasty sucking noise. Then Nick let her down again, holding his engorged cock in a different position. Laila gasped hard enough that she choked a little on her spit when the head of his cock punched into her asshole. "You bastard," she grunted, pushing herself further down on him, "you like putting your dick in people's butt holes? Huh?" she demanded, "Maybe you'd like it in a guys ass too!" Furious, Nick pounded Laila's ass roughly, making her squeal. His mother's face came unbidden to his mind. He remembered how she had callously used him for sex, and then thrown him aside when she had tired of him. How dare she? How dare she look down on him when the whole thing had been her idea in the first place? "Is that manly enough for you?" He shouted, slapping his thighs with her pelvis as he drove her up and down, impaling her. Wanting to have the last word, he pulled her head down by the hair, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. Laila tried to reply, but soon gave up, her body becoming limp in Nick's embrace. She reached a hand down to her neglected pussy, sliding just the pinky inside of herself and rubbing furiously at her clit with the heel of her hand. Nick grinned evilly and grabbed at her hand, grinding it against her harder, then forcing two of her own fingers inside of her. Laila's eyes snapped open, looking almost afraid. Nick was powerfully reminded of the shock on Elisabeth's face when he had given in and fucked her. That same mixture of fear and lust was written across Laila's features, and it was too much for Nick. Wrapping his left arm around her, he squeezed her tightly, drove himself as deeply inside of her as he could get, and dumped what felt like his entire soul into her bowels. His cock jerked and spat twice, three times, and kept releasing into Laila until the thick cum ran out of her ass and down his balls. Still slightly hard, Nick pulled back a little from Laila, trying to catch enough of his breath to ask her if she was alright. Before he could even begin to wonder what had come over him, he was horrified to see Laila's eyes roll back into her head. All the windows in the house opened and the wind gusted in as though there was a tornado making the furniture tremble. Moonlight lit the vanity across from Laila's queen sized bed creating an eerily theatrical affect. Her body began to twitch and shake, and when she spoke, a familiar voice rolled through his head. And Nick came to the sudden terrible understanding that he was about to receive his first quest. "Betwixt the last two weeks, and one weeks hence, the war god's presence before the face of Luna will make the season ripe for the conception of the great moon child, a being of magickal powers yet unseen. You must plant thy seed, in the womb of the great woman who bore thee and give this child up as a sacrifice unto me! Only then will my power shine upon thee! Only thus shall you ever know the taste of true greatness!" "Damn it!" Nick thought, pulling back on his clothing. Fuck it! He's never been good at poetry, and never paid much attention when his teacher read from King James, but he had a pretty good idea what the demon was asking from him. He had to knock up his mother, and fast. Black Magick Ch. 19 For John ----- Amber was completely naked, like Nick and Elisabeth. It seemed like forever since she had last seen either of her two close friends naked. She had seen Nick's cock before a couple of times at least, and swam naked in the swimming pool with her bikini stuffed up her tight young pussy, but for some reason she felt more exposed, more vulnerable than she had then. It was strange and a little unsettling. It made her pussy dampen, and she rubbed her thighs together gingerly. She drank the potion down in one great gulp and said the magick words. Next to her, Elisabeth was also changing. Amber's clit began to swell, and her height increased by a foot. Her large brown breasts, which she had always been vain of, merged into her torso and were consumed by her body. She felt their substance vanishing as they nurtured her starving, mangled, manipulated flesh. She couldn't quite decide whether she wanted to scream in horror or to laugh in delight. The sensation was so pleasant, despite everything. An arm's reach away, Nick's mother Susan was asleep on the couch, asleep and very, very fertile, due to a little spell Nick had performed on her tampons two weeks ago when his mother had been riding the crimson wave. She was always a bitch when she was menstruating, so Nick didn't feel so bad sneaking into her bathroom, while she was out buying lingerie, and jacking off three times into the box of Playtex she kept under the sink, letting his cock slip mischievously between the plastic of the tampons. Oh he was so naughty! He got off quickly each and every time, remembering what it had been like sneaking into his mother's bedroom when she was sleeping months ago and stealing her sex toys for Elisabeth, and how warm and soft his mother's lap had been when she had discovered it and was spanking him. He had been just a boy then, despite his age, and a virgin, and actually came from the sensation of his mother's hand on his ass. His cock rubbing against her leg had been so intoxicating! He had been so innocent then, and so self-deprecating. And now he was planning to gang-rape his mother! Half a moon ago. Now, ten minutes ago Elisabeth had magicked the house with a spell that involved three candles and mixture of blood, cum and pussy juice so that now time stood still for the three mischievous kids to do their dirty work. Their father, who had left his desk in the study to run out and by a copy of the Wall Street Journal, was frozen solid on the driveway like a stone statue, and if one looked just right out of the corner of the eye one could see rose bushes coiling around the Stewart household with incredible speed, both thorn and blossom glistening ominously with a dewy moisture. Amber looked at her best friend Elisabeth. She was no longer as Amber had known her, but a naked carbon copy of her brother Nick. Meanwhile, the real Nick was holding his erect cock in his hand and navigating it in between his sleeping mother's parted legs. Amber gulped to remember that it wasn't the first time that Nick had fucked Susan. Elisabeth had said something about Susan keeping her son as a sex toy for months, but time had curled back on itself since then and now it was like a faded memory from a past life, soul memory, which can't be accessed, only felt, yet never fully gotten rid off, the way the memory of a severed limb never seems to vanish. Things like time, space, and shape, like conventional thinking, couldn't hold still for magick, but seemed to change of their own accord and according to their own rules, which no one could change, only summon and implore to do her bidding. Amber knew from her reading that magick changed one's very soul, either for good or for bad, depending on what sort. And the ritual they were planning, the ritual that began a month ago and was now coming to fruition, was definitely very, very black. Nick pressed the head of his cock against his mother's inner lips and pushed into the deep dark hole between. He thrust hard and Amber gasped, her soft majestic voice with just a trace of her mother's British accent escaping from Nick's pretty boy lips. She gasped as though she was Nick's mother's body responding to her son's penetration. What was left of her womanhood, which clung somewhere to her aching pounding heart, somehow knew how to feel despite never having known a man's touch, at least not in the proper hole. Nick braced himself against the couch, one hand on the back rest, one on the edge of the cushion, contorting his body slightly with the effort of quick, deep penetration. Amber shut her eyes, but that didn't stop the harsh delectable sensation of the thrust deep in her body. Why was she feeling another woman's pleasure, the pleasure of a sleeping woman who shouldn't be feeling a thing? She didn't even have a woman's body anymore, she reminded herself, and opened her eyes just a bit to peek down. Her cock, Nick's cock, was rock-hard, and she felt weird and squirmy thinking about it. Elisabeth, also in Nick's form, was stroking her own cock triumphantly, just quick enough to keep it hard without driving herself to climax, as though she had had a dick her whole life and was used to using it as a device for her own pleasure. She looked so proud of her twin brother (now identical twin) pounding away at their mother that it made Amber's stomach turn. Why was Amber always the only one to have second thoughts? How could her two friends be doing something like this, and enjoying it so much? To their mother of all people? It just wasn't right! Nick thrust deep inside his mother and held himself fixed, his face held tight as though concentrating on something very base. Amber realized instinctually that he had just come. She bit down on her lip to stop her thoughts and feelings before they even started. It would now be Elisabeth's turn to rape her mother, and then Amber, if Amber didn't buckle first, and then Nick would rape her again, and they would all take turns for the next twenty-four hours, until the clock on the mantelpiece struck twelve and the spell broke. Then, time would start up again for real, and everything would go back to normal, except that Susan would bear this "moonchild" for their demon taskmaster, and the first task would be complete. Nick suckled slightly on his mother's breast as though he was still an infant trying eagerly to be fed. He continued to thrust into her perversely, with his softening cock making the image, at least in Amber's eyes. A monstrosity indeed, both son and lover, playing both parts simultaneously. Nick drew himself from his mother's freshly used hole, which was honestly overflowing in an intoxicating mixture of her own juices and her son's virulent semen. Amber felt sick. If there was truly a god in heaven, who saw and judged all, why didn't he strike them all down now before their tarnished souls would commit more evil? Why were they all still allowed to live? Why did their witches' blood still flow though their veins, instead of adding nurturance to the dying infertile Earth they stood on? Amber felt dizzy, like she was the mistreated heroine of a dime store romance novel and would swoon into a dead faint at any moment. She could almost feel the corset wrapped around her tender body that was holding her in and keeping her from breathing freely, and just as she wanted to rip the whale bone that cut into her skin, she was afraid that without it she would have no shape at all, but become nothing more than swamp slime on Nick and Elisabeth's living room floor. Amber bit her lip again just in time. She really was getting faint and was having some sort of fever dream. Elisabeth was navigating herself... or Nick's self... or something like that into Susan's already cum-filled cunt. Amber could see the beads of moisture glistening on the older woman's thighs, and longed to bend over and lap it up while Elisabeth had her way with the woman. Desire and pure, raw masculine sex drive seemed to electrify the very air around them. It was almost like sneaking into the boys' locker room at school, then stripping and having a shower with the all the sweaty jocks without anyone thinking to notice. Amber could almost smell the testosterone seeping into her though all her pores, filling her lungs with every breath of air. Her borrowed cock ached with longing, and she found herself stroking it like she would a cat's fur. She felt so horny she was afraid she would come, and she was terrified at the prospect of having a male orgasm. The air blew through her. Her long black hair would have lifted up off her soft brown breasts and danced though the magickal breeze, but Nick's brown hair, which she was wearing now, was cropped so short it could do little more than flop around like a fish drowning in the air. Amber tasted the metallic zing of blood in her mouth. She must have been biting her lip. Why was she so nervous? Hadn't she decided ages and ages ago, when Elisabeth first showed her the blasted magick book, that she was going to get power for herself no matter what? Was it possible that she didn't really mean it? What sort of woman, what sort of sorceress was she, if she couldn't keep an oath like that to herself? She felt sea-sick, watching Elisabeth pounding away at her mother's cunt. Elisabeth's manly grunts of arousal sounded like squeals of glee from a young woman reaching out towards climax. Amber had licked and fingered her friend to orgasm many times, in the name of pleasure and magick, and she couldn't help but get drawn into her Elisabeth's pleasure the way she had with Susan a moment ago. What a dizzying course of emotions, to first be the victim and then the rapist, one after the other! Her heart felt like a big loud African drum, pounding into the wild jungle, communicating village news, though her savage body, and out into the cosmos. Her fingertips vibrated with it in time with her best friend fucking her mother, a primitive jig around a camp fire. Soon Elisabeth came and drew herself out quickly, her borrowed cock covered in a mixture of her mother and brother's juices. The drumming in Amber's heart erupted, and Amber gasped with a mixture of arousal and stage fright. Amber stepped up to take her turn with the sleeping woman. Her heart was pounding and she was breaking out in a sweat, but her cock, Nick's cock, was rock-hard in her hand. Didn't he ever have performance anxiety? Amber bit her already damaged lip, which, now that she thought about it, was really Nick's lip. Did she still have her own sparkle in her eyes, was the light behind them still her own, or has Nick taken that as well with this dark magick? Amber's stomach was turning and the world seemed to be spinning and then she was certain for a moment that Nick was deep-throating her balls, or his balls rather, pressed hard against his hungry lips. She felt a nudge on her shoulder and found her body acting on it's own. She navigated the head of her borrowed penis between their victim's legs and pressed deep inside of her. The sensation was like nothing she ever felt before. It was as though all the feeling in her body was concentrated in that borrowed appendage and she was completely covered and sheltered in warm, soothing, stimulating velvet. Her soul seemed to fly away from her. It had flown away to heaven, and the only thing left was the rhythm of the her hips knocking against Susan's damp pelvic mound, the terrible rapturous sensation of the velvet shelter wrapped oh so sadistically tight around her being, filling her with pleasure and torturing her with desire. And then, all at once, she felt a white spark mounting behind her, pushing its way out from the depths of oblivion, and she knew instinctually that she was going to come. Suddenly panic over came her. It was too late! She, like Nick and Elisabeth, has been dragged body and soul into the terrible ritual. Her borrowed testicles full of borrowed DNA were constricting hideously, eager to fulfill their dark task. She wanted to break free, to rip the monstrous loins she should have never had from the moist depths they should have never visited. She grunted with her high feminine voice, her true voice, and ravished her broken lip. She wanted to break free, to spill her seed to the air and to the earth, to send it free to the world were it would give life to god's creations and fertility to the minds and hearts of men and women, or at very least, play no more part in this dark devil's task, but she too was gripped by the spell and her body's new found hunger for dark unholy pleasure. The white reached out and grabbed her and let her as if by the neck, both embrace and strangle-hold combined. It reached out and covered her, buried her the way she had been buried in the in the protective velvet a moment ago. She was completely devoured, completely consumed by it. A moment later there was nothing left of her. ---- Amber woke up with a start in her own bed, in her family's high-rise condo downtown. She was covered from head to toe in a cold sweat and her crotch was throbbing, as though she had been gang-raped. Her genitals felt strangely alien to her, as though up until a moment ago they had belonged to someone else and were not quite either male or female. She felt slightly hideous and more than a little dirty, and no matter how she tried to comfort herself, she couldn't help but feel like a bit of an abomination, a creature unfit to walk the Earth. But the feeling didn't touch her all the way down to the core. Her pussy and bedspread were covered in her feminine juices and a white jelly slime that looked oddly like semen, but that she knew from experience to be only a kind of mucus she produced when very, very aroused. She always woke up aroused these mornings, as though her strange dreams were somehow deeply erotic. For a moment, once again, like every other morning since that cursed ritual, she couldn't bring herself to move her body even an inch or allow herself to think. She felt broken on the inside, as though she was nothing more than a bag of battered sticks. She felt bruised and raw and battered, as though someone had beaten her. It had been a full three months, nearly four moons, since the terrible ritual that had left her stripped of her virginity, her male virginity, and left her feeling alone and vulnerable to everything. The very breeze seemed to pass though her uninhibited, brushing heedlessly by her wounded little soul which she could feel distinctly as a hard cold stone between her breasts and her belly button. Three full months since, her dreams began to fill with strange real dreams. Every night she saw the past from behind of another set of eyes. Nearly four moons, After two weeks of lying in bed without moving, her mind and body completely numb as though she had used up all the chemicals necessary for locomotion, Amber finally dropped out of high school and was talking a combination of online college classes, and outreach classes held at the local J.C. to finish up her schooling and get herself towards college. Nearly four moons, Susan's belly had indeed swollen, and Amber couldn't bring herself to touch herself, lest the belly and the part she had played in the conception pop into her mind and drive all feeling from her battered body. Susan puzzled over the fact that her birth control pills hadn't worked, but immediately assumed that the child was her husband's, and seemed to treat the unexpected pregnancy with good will. The baby had been born too early. Born dead. Elisabeth had stolen the outcast fetus to the back yard and rolled it in mud, like a savage mummy, cut up the carpet under her bed and buried it under to floorboards. Amber knew because she had seen the baby in a dream and looked out the dead eyes of the fetus as his body was laid out, and even now, at bad moments, she looked up from the darkness underneath the bedroom floor. She also knew that Elisabeth took the death of the child very personally and sometimes she would stay up crying all night and had started wearing foundation on her face in order to hide the red spots. Elisabeth was convinced that she, not Nick or Amber, was really the child's father. Amber hadn't had a waking orgasm in a full three months. Nearly four moons, Every morning, no matter what she did, Amber woke up the same way, covered in sweat and cum and feeling broken and consumed all over. There was no lying to herself. The dream was back again, that same damn dream, told and retold by her tortured mind in so many different ways. Sometimes she felt Susan's pain. Sometimes she felt her pleasure. Sometimes she looked more like herself with Nick's balls and penis grafted onto her like a tree branch. Sometimes she was Elisabeth. Sometimes she was Susan and sometimes she was Nick. Sometimes she hovered above the room like a spirit. Sometimes she was the moonchild being magicked into being in the unwilling womb. Amber thought she had cast the dream from herself, with her last batch of banishing and purification spells, but still she was haunted. She sighed and trudged off to her private bathroom. Amber was from a good family, a family with a lot of money. And like a lot of rich teenage girls, she fancily decorated her bathroom with a wide array of cosmetics and moisturizers. The shelves practically exploded with them and they were draped around as though flowers on an overgrown vine. The room itself was only a little larger than large a walk-in closet, but it hosted a top of the line shower and spa bath with real jets, and all the towels were yellow with Amber's initials A.S. embroidered on them in purple thread. Amber stripped off her white cotton nightgown so that she was completely naked, and sat down on a little circular bath mat, on which she had stenciled a bound pentagram using a mechanical pencil and a little bit of "climax" colored nail polish. She began chanting while rubbing 'spring apple' scented moisturizer into her skin, as part of her daily cleansing ritual. It was hard not to touch her own breasts and genitals, her body was still so tender and aroused from her dreams, but her fingers trembled just a little and she couldn't make herself do it. She knew from experience that the dreams always became stronger when she tried to masturbate. Sighing melodramatically, Amber stepped into the shower, her body tingling with the magick she had just done as well as with arousal. The warm water felt good against the soft brown flesh of her face and arms. But her head was pounding with the memory of last night, and the force of the stream on her jet-black hair compounded her migraine and filled her with the darkest kind of thoughts. She felt an uncomfortable slip inside her head, as though the neurons that composed her brain were a snowy alpine mountain suffering a terrible avalanche. She felt her essence curling up into a ball deep inside her body, her skin a flimsy helium balloon straining uncontrollably against the solid black mass that was filling it. Suddenly, the film popped and the blackness that was now her soul erupted out of her lysed body and swept through the walls and down the drain with the viscosity of mercury. Her perception traveled with it down into the street, rushing out in all directions, threatening to coil itself around the world like a great black snake, and squeezing until her gaze by chance fell on something familiar and got wrapped up in it. It wasn't something that would have been of particular interest to any other person, just a clean black car that must have been very expensive when it was purchased ten years, but now had changed hands to a new younger owner who was probably in grade school when his folks had originally purchased it. The driver was, of course, her brother Damien. At first glance, there was nothing unusual about his appearance. He was parked in the fire lane by the entrance to their complex's garage with his emergency lights on, his hands on the wheel as though he was waiting for someone who might show up at any moment. But there was just a bit of an energy about him that wasn't quite right, and in a moment Amber's soul was caught up in it, swept along for the ride. Black Magick Ch. 19 The fly of his pants was unzipped, and someone, probably Layla, had fished his penis and testicles from his slacks and was giving all these tantalizing pieces of anatomy a very thorough sucking. The sensation was so intense, so warm and wet and oh so delicious that Amber couldn't tell how her brother could hold back from coming right on the stop. It must be practice. She would have spilled her hot load of sperm down that tight little throat of Layla's ages ago, but Damien tattered comfortably on the edge of climax. Amber's gaze fell down on Layla, who was leaning over from the passenger seat, the belt buckle pressing into her as she strained to get low enough to deep-throat her boyfriend. Her large hard nipples were squished together by the gear shift, which was pressing harshly against the curve of her right breasts and indenting it, but the young woman didn't even notice the discomfort of any of these obstacles, as she was so focused on the pleasure of using her delectable oral talents on a nice hard hunk of meat. Amber would have whimpered in delight and frustration, if she had had a throat and lips of her own to do so. Damien pushed back his seat, and Layla, laughing, mounted him quickly. She navigated his moist member underneath the hem of her short leather skirt so it rubbed against her satin panties and teased them both with prospect of intercourse. Layla moaned and Damien grunted, and Amber, tied up with both of them, grunted and moaned together, in endless rapture. The combined teasing felt like torture. 'Oh please, please, please, let her move the soft smooth panties aside.' Amber yearned with every fiber of her being, and yet she was terrified that the combined sensation of the penetration would kill her, cause a brain hemorrhage or something. This fear did nothing to stem the tide of her longing. Damien's head found the hole around the elastic of Layla's panties and he thrust deep inside her. To Amber, it felt like hot flowing lava tumbling into the ocean. She would have bit her lip if she had had one. She could almost taste blood, like she had during the ritual three months ago, but for once the memory didn't bother her so much. It was hard to care about anything bad with pleasure this strong for company. Damien started to slowly move inside of Layla and she met his pace, and it was like the world trembled and quaked with their combined pleasure. Every subtle movement left Amber shaking with the aftermath. The pace quickened, and Amber felt the drums swell up in her body, the way they had done before so many times in her troubled sleep. They thumped their way through her whole being as it stretched around the world, making her feel oddly aware of her disembodiment but still unable to do anything about it, though not particularly concerned about the matter either. She was high on the pleasure. She felt all-powerful, all-knowing, she was a goddess as long as this pleasure coursed though her. She was awed by the pure force of the sensation. It was like doing a complicated dance against a raging fire, one misstep and she'd fall to her doom, or perhaps she had already fallen and was burning to death with the heat of their combined passion, yet she dared not step away. To sever this link would be infinitely more painful. Layla began to slow down and the pleasure ebbed to the point where Amber could feel every gentle knock against Layla's g-spot like the heat of a candle wick. Each little thrust was its own little gift, acting independently of each other. Every collision of head to wall was still something worth writing sonnets about, but there was no more bonfire, just a cozy campfire built for warmth and for roasting of golden marshmallows. Her brother was holding back, trying to keep from coming as long as possible to heighten his girlfriend's pleasure. Poor Amber felt like weeping in frustration. Layla's belly was aching powerfully from the sweet treatment. Her cunt was almost impossibly wet and Amber was reminded of the beads of moisture that had clung to Susan's legs while Elisabeth had fucked her with her brother's cock. If she had a tongue she would dive down and lap up the pooling nectar. They didn't make crowbars strong enough to pull her from between these legs! It was awful to be so powerless, to be so wrapped up in everything yet not part of it, but Amber wasn't enough her self to let it bother her. There was so much to see and feel. The endless knocking! It would be like Chinese water torture, if it wasn't so impossibly wonderful. Layla moaned. The pace began to quicken again. The drums were back, calling to Amber, filling her head with savage thoughts of bodily pleasure. The sound coursed though her ruthlessly, reawakening every inch of her presence as it clung around the edges of the globe. The sensation was deliciously cruel and pleasant. Amber felt holy. Somewhere beneath her, Layla moaned again and Damien grunted. They were going faster now, bound together ephemerally by the power of their combined passion. Everywhere around the world, Amber's presence quivered. She was riding him at breakneck pace, her hips moving back and forth so quickly it blurred. Amber felt Layla's vaginal muscles grasp as though she were a child being expelled from the womb. Oh God, she couldn't tell whether she was going to be born or going to die, but whichever it was, it was oh so good to be driven towards the light. For half a second she just was and everything was beautiful. And then there was an explosion that left a ring of light in its wake. Layla came first and a moment later Damien followed, shooting a hot white load of cum into her oh so willing pussy. Amber had shaken so much she felt broken. She pulled back and back. Back through the darkness, back though space and time, back into herself. Amber woke up moaning. The water in the shower had long since turned cold, and her soft brown body was all bruised on one side from where she had fallen. She was freezing, and her body trembled all over. Her legs were caked with the odd mixture of male and female juices she had begun associating with her nightmares, but somehow this time it was a little less scary. She pressed her hand firmly against the shower tile and willed her body to right itself. Her feet were numb and she had a really hard time making them stand straight and hold her weight they way they were supposed to, so it was nearly 4 minutes before she would manage to take the three steps out of her private shower. She finally made it. She wrapped herself in a purple robe and made her way back to bed, grinning ear to ear and feeling oddly satisfied. --- Elisabeth and Nick were fucking again. They had taken it up again for comfort after the death of the moonchild. Elisabeth, who was convinced that the child was somehow hers, was particularly down, and thinking that she was going to be ruthlessly slaughtered by the demon for failing a magical pact didn't make matters any better. Sleeping with Nick was a comfort. It helped her to forget, to forget to be jittery, forget about all her sins and sorrows, made her forget she was mortal and she fucked him with an eerie passion. Nick, like a lot of men his age, still liked fucking more than practically anything. He was more positive than Elisabeth about their fate with the demon. After all, it wasn't as if he signed anything in blood, he was sure the terms of the contract were somehow negotiable or bendable or something and besides, things had always worked out well before. Elisabeth deep down felt that Nick was dangerously delusional, but she liked to hear him rationalize anyway. It helped ease her shattered nerves. And, of course, she was physically dependent on Nick for sex. She needed his cock the way a addict needs his fix. She went though withdrawal if she abstained for more than a few hours. Nick was inside of her for the third time today. It always took him longer to come his third or forth time, and he was nearly useless for a fifth if he could get it up at all, but Elisabeth remembered that this was only the third time today, not the fourth or the fifth, and for the next thirty or forty minutes she could just shut off her brain, all her problems would go away and she wouldn't have to worry about her next fix. She had mostly stopped masturbating. She felt hollow and sick to her stomach most of the time, and trying to touch herself just reminded her how sick and hollow she was. When she wasn't at school or doing homework, Elisabeth would take long walks, or use her mother's ski-machine, or do her yoga tape. Or she would plow though pages of Black Magick, looking for a way out. Nick, of course, was reading a shit-load of porn stories from the Internet, though his cock was normally so spent after a long hard day of fucking his sister that none of it made good wanking material. But for now they weren't doing any of those things, they were having sex for the third time today and as usual they were really at it. Elisabeth was on top, the way she liked to be after she got all hot and sweaty on her mother's ski-machine, and she leaned all the way over so she could kiss her brother's neck and face as she rode him low and quickly, her hips moving so fast that they blurred against the soft pink walls of her bedroom. They were fucking like rabbits! Nick knocked hard against his sister's g-spot, and she moaned and bit her lip. God she loved a good fuck! She didn't know how she survived being a virgin for as long as she had. Eating pussy and sucking a good cock was really nice and all, but nothing helped one forget the prophecy of a gruesome death and eternal damnation like a good pounding. Nick grunted. He was obviously still trying to hold back, like a gentleman, to make sure his sister got her fill of him, no matter how well he understood the unattainability of this goal. Elisabeth would call him again for another of their sessions after she ran though their mom's yoga video again. If he was lucky or not lucky or whatever, she'd go back through her magick book making random notes on yellow post-its and trying out complicated solitary spells, giving him a chance to refill his body's dangerously low stores of zinc and protein. Maybe he would just pretend to cum this time and let the old Johnson rest a bit. The sensation never seemed to climb above their navels. Their heads were an empty void, which kept filling and emptying without any real purpose, sometimes in time with the thrusting and sometimes not, in a cacophony of rhythm. "Ugh, I've had enough," Elisabeth said, rolling off Nick after twenty minutes and throwing back on her little pink dress. "And I mean enough. I'm tired of killing time in between fuck sessions. Not that the action hasn't been hot, but I'm getting too old to avoid responsibility like this. I'm taking the bike to the library, to see if I can find the spell we need in some book. "Great, I've book-marked a couple of good sites on the internet while I was browsing for porn. I'll see what I can dig up." His overused cock was already softening on its own. Elisabeth was bouncing a little on her heels, for once really happy and not just lying to herself. She was really looking forward to spending time in the antique books section of the library. She could almost smell the mold and leather binding! Nick threw on his black bathrobe and kissed his sister passionately on the lips before they parted company. There was much work to do. Black Magick Ch. 20 Nick awoke wearing a collar in a gilded cage with only kibble to eat, which alternatively tasted like spam or his mom's fried chicken. It wasn't all bad, Nick thought to himself, scratching his balls through the Victorian-era chastity device he wore between his legs. Sure he didn't have the freedom to leave his cage or to masturbate, but the two-pound weighted nipple clamps weren't all that heavy, and his little cell had a big-screen supernatural TV that let him see all sorts of kinky shit. It was better than HBO. Nick had already watched his parents have sex on three or four occasions (once they engaged in kinky role-playing that made him blush), watched Damien fuck his girlfriend while she sat on her awesome German WW2 motorbike and confirmed the rumor, started by their press manager, that the new ultra hot twin pop-princesses Kit and Slug Fairchild were in fact lesbian lovers. Nick had watched the twins have sex a number of times in various bizarre and kinky positions, both betting very wet and aroused in the process, and enjoying many blissfully powerful climaxes as they twisted and writhed together. Sometimes the twins included a fellow named Michael, a gay guy with no balls, in on the action, though even having watched a couple of times Nick wasn't sure exactly how THAT worked, and he rarely focused on the boy long enough to figure it out. The appeal of tongue on clit was enthralling, and there was teeth on nipples, and fist in cunt to be had besides! Besides their active and insanely entertaining sex life, the rock-star twins were also natural-born witches with very powerful guardian spirits, but that interested Nick a hell of a lot less. Hot lesbian action.. steaming hot pop teen porn DUDE!!! The lights in the chamber flickered off and on like a kindergarten classroom and Nick felt a electric shock that was like a kick in the groin with one of Laila's biker boots. He knew from experience that this meant his mistress, the demon who he had made the failed pact with, was approaching to torment him. That wasn't so bad. Not really. Most of the time she whipped him lightly, never enough to leave permanent marks, just bright red blotches, and once in a while she drew a little blood. What really got his goat was that she brought the moonchild with her, his son, who she held by the hand like a prized pet. He didn't like to remember the part his seed had played in the creation of this monster, even though the sex HAD been good! Under the command of his mistress, Nick had already been involved in various disturbing and often disgusting carnal acts: gang rape, urine and blood-play, and a few other things that are not fit to write here and which I will leave up to my foul-minded readers to imagine for themselves. Needless to say, Nick was insanely humiliated, and because of the chastity device, horny beyond all human conception. In short, he really wanted to go home and get laid. He missed fucking Elisabeth, the smell of her young cunt. The feel of her silky red hair on his shoulder, the texture of her nipple when he pinched it. The way she'd squeal delightedly in orgasm. It was almost more that he could take! He wanted to tear and rip the device from his poor imprisoned genitals. He wanted to cry out in agony and freedom, as his large and relatively talented manhood filled out to its full length and sensitivity. He wanted to thrust his poor, underused member into any hole that could accommodate him. He would have killed to see his own seed burst forth in climax, he would have been glad to kill. But it did not burst forth. Hell wasn't that bad. Not really. Sometimes, especially when he was being gang-raped by a particularly foul-smelling herd of goat-demons with dicks the size of tree-trunks, he felt as though his soul was flying away from this dismal place and back into the world which he was supposed to inhabit. The sensation was so pleasant it made precum leak onto his pant legs and the device dig into his tender man flesh. From these little magickal excursions, Nick knew that his body was in the city hospital, and that the doctors believed he had had a drug-related seizure, even though his toxin screens kept coming back negative. The doctors did not expect him to survive. He knew also that Elisabeth came to his room every day after school and sat by his bed and cried, or chanted healing spells in Enochian, or anointed his forehead with a mixture of fertile soil, cum and pussy juice to draw his spirit back from the beyond. In hell, Nick's mistress, wearing a skin-tight red body suit with function zippers over the breasts and genitals, opened the cage door with a sensual wave of her red press-on-nailed hand. She was already a pro at bondage tying, having been a dominatrix in hell since her drawn-out death by gonorrhea a thousand years before, though Nick did not know it. She took her time tying her toy firmly to the bars, breathing down his neck heavily while she worked and tied his hands and feet very tightly, taking little trouble to save Nick pain. She smiled when he moaned as the ropes gut into his skin. He whimpered plaintively and his mistress chuckled. The moonchild stood completely silent just outside the bars, and though his eyes were only half-formed, Nick felt them burning into him, ruthlessly witnessing his pain and humiliation. The life his son would have had flashed before his eyes like some sort of twisted anti-abortion advertisement. His first day at school, red backpack and boxed lunch with Cookie Monster on the front, his first kisses with a beautiful redhead with pigtails, his first and last fuck, which are regrettably censored. Nick winced. He hated the little bastard, heart and soul, for the guilt and self-hate he was filling him with. It was too much, he just couldn't take it. He couldn't stand who he was and couldn't change fast enough to forgive himself for his sins. Without saying anything, the boy was already demanding too much of him. He shut his eyelids to keep from seeing his dead demon child, the product of his godforsaken lust and black magick, but it did nothing to rid him of the insane pressure of those half-formed globes. Nick was every inch the kind of repentant sinner hell was famous for. It was one thing to be his mother's sex-toy behind his father's back, and constantly bang her after school when you're supposed to be studying math, but quite another to gang-rape her with his little sister and her lesbian playmate, in order to knock her up. That was just plan wrong. Twisted, perverse, oddly arousing and very, very wrong. The device dug into his battered manhood. A cold sweat dribbled down his back as he remembered how easily he has slid in and out of Susan, how deliciously her unconscious body had reacted to his relentless thrusts. The demon began flogging Nick with "the wrath of God" a special reproduction of the cat o' nine tails with which The Lord struck Satan during her fall from heaven. It was designed to inflict pain on a purely spiritual level. If Nick had been much more than a horny teenager with a major zipper problem, eager to get in the panties of any hot woman he came across, her blows would have been very severe indeed. But as it was, there was only the moonchild he repented, and the strokes had an almost pleasurable effect on his sex-starved body. The monster continued to drill into his flesh with his horrible half-formed eyes, and the lashes continued to snap across his back, leaving their red marks on Nick's boyish flesh. He thought about the Fairchild twins, entwined together on the floor of their condo apartment, their cunts overflowing with their fluids, their eyes wide with shock as he slid his dick into first one and then the other, like a dipstick testing their pleasure. He would make them forget their fag friend. What they needed after all was a real man. God damn, did he want it to be him! His dick was begging for a little action. It was very hard for him to fit in the tiny chastity belt into which he was bound. His desperate member was writhing, pleading on hands and knees to be let free from its captivity. The ejaculation fantasy, which filled his fitful nights, was taking over him, gripping his poor abused body and twisting it to its will. He could see the spray of cum glistening in the air like precious jewels. It winked at him like a coy lover, teased him like Elisabeth and her vibrator. Each and every stroke made it that much worse. Holy shit, he was horny. He would have given anything for just two minutes to wank. His mistress, with a cackle, jammed a large pink glass dildo up his ass, and his anus swallowed it like a kitten lapping up milk. Oh damn, oh damn! It hurt his male pride to be so willfully penetrated, violated like a woman. He had seen over and over on his kinky hell-TV that many straight men enjoyed anal stimulation. But he couldn't wrap his brain around it. In his childishness he felt so guilty and alone. What was left of his self-image was completely shot. His mistress's fiery tongue licked his swollen rosebud. God damn! He really was a pathetic little man whore. His mistress's body temperature was so high that he was being burnt. His face was pressed up against the bars to the point where his cheeks were indented, but he could tell from his beautiful mistress's deep sensuous bestial moans that she was somehow stimulating herself. Maybe the glass plug was in fact a strap-on, or perhaps she was wearing some sort of magickal device that allowed her to get off on other people's sensations. Nick cursed under his breath, though the bars cut into him so deeply it came out more of a grunt. He felt himself slipping away from himself, slipping into his dark inner insanity. The cage left red strips across his face. He could feel the dildo pounding in and out of him, milking his prostrate and causing his penis to strain once again, so desperately, against the unyielding confines of the damn device. Each moan was adding to his pleasure and agony. Each gasp fucked him to the core. The floor of the cage where his mistress was standing was beginning to get soaked with warm demon juices, which smelt heavily of vodka and chili peppers and stung his feet and filled his lungs with fire. He was completely out of his mind with horniness, a screaming, writhing, smoldering bundle ultra repressed teenage desire, with a sadomasochistic twist. He moaned sluttily, biting down on his lip to stem the tide of raw lust and frustration that was coursing through him. The taste of blood refreshed him. It was so rare that he tasted anything but kibble, urine, or demon meat that his soul had almost forgotten. The lining of his nose, and pit of his belly, were burnt by the demon juices. The demon-child watched on. His mistress came, emitting an undead cry like a lemur monkey, which struck Nick like a the knife of an unskilled surgeon in some deep dark part of his body. He felt unnaturally cold and hollow and yet elated, as if he would will himself to heaven itself with a thought. Nick felt his body of light rock in place as Elisabeth mouthed the worlds of a very old prayer to return wayward souls, but he was trapped against the bars and the only change was that he felt a little heavier, a little more real, more human. His mistress came again. This time Nick thought of a cat being hit by a car, but his poor sex-starved brain found a way to make even that erotic. He was drugged out if his mind with his own neurotransmitters. His soul tore between returning to his juice-soaked body back down on earth and the insane penetration that was lighting his whole soul on fire. His sister's will struggled weakly against the demon who held him. He was grabbed, held and paralyzed with the sensation of light and dark, hunger and satiation, desire and fear. The sensation was so overwhelmingly powerful that it was actually crippling, like a wipe-out on a boogie board that sends you spinning. Nick had never been so aroused, or if he had, it was light-years from his mind. There was nothing else, nowhere else. The battle that held him, the sensation was all there was left with him he was a pool of desire. Even the chastity device that dug into his tender flesh and the plug that filled his bottom so impossibly did not exist. There was only the sensation. For the next two days, Nick didn't have the strength to hit a button on the remote of his hellish television; he sat in the corner of his cage not thinking, not eating, not even being. If someone had left a burning cigarette in his right hand, it would have burned down to ashes and welts without ever being noticed. All this time, he had a sloppy grin on his face, like someone who took the short bus to school. Nick's little sojourns home were becoming more and more frequent as the days passed, and the size and number of the demon dicks that penetrated him became larger and more perverse. He knew in his soul that it was only a matter of time before he was home again, no matter how grim the doctor's prognosis. His EEG still showed coma-like patterns, but his breathing and heart rate were improving and there was some spontaneous movement (often accompanied by spontaneous erections, and sometimes, regrettably, spontaneous ejaculation). He was getting better. Elisabeth seemed to know too. Her mood was becoming more and more cheery each day, and her dresses more and more bizarre and subtly slutty, the way they had been before the three of them had messed themselves up by gang-banging their mother in a black magick ritual. Her pink checkered summer dress with the lace trimmed pockets made an appearance at his bedside, as did the little white cockeyed number which exposed the thong she wore under it. The orderlies, a couple of male nurses, and a female doctor or two, had a way of waiting for visiting hours to tend to their chores in Nick's room. Poor Nick. This often meant he had to wait longer for his bed pan to be changed, or for the cum to be sponged off his belly (and once off the ceiling). --- Amber lived at a cross-roads in a little occult shop run by a woman named Victoria, who also taught her magick. No window door or cabinet opened to the same place twice. Once, the large store window in the front opened to a magical forest with trees that sprouted branches like dildos, and then a minute later, into the women's shower at the local YMCA. The cabinets connected to random cupboards around the world without worrying you ahead of time which one. But this wasn't frustrating; your hand simply found whatever it needed at the moment, and the trick was to realize that that vial in your hand, not the dragon's blood or wormwood you were scrounging for, was the proper ingredient for that which you really ought to be making. Sometimes Amber's fingers found themselves clutching a dildo or a vibrator she didn't remember picking up. This was a sign from the cosmos that she had done quite enough work for the moment and really ought to be getting off for an hour or two on one of the soft pelts in the backroom, before going back to her daily grind. Once, about three days after Amber had arrived, she had spent an entire week doing nothing but fucking herself with various toys she happened upon, though the shop was very busy. Which you think would get on the nerves of any red-blooded business woman. Victoria, however instead, quickly found, that Amber's fresh young bosom body was such a draw that she could charge for admission into the store and still have enough customers to keep her hands from being idle. The money was pretty good too, as was the taste of Amber's chocolate pussy. All in all, the two witches made a fair living making potions and giving tarot readings to people from various lands around the world, some of whom had inhuman characteristics, such as an extra appendage you could sometimes glimpse out of the corner of your eye (or feel crawling under your skirt), the wrong number of breasts, or an unnaturally large bulge in their pants. Victoria really enjoyed eyeballing the last sort. Amber had seen her drooling once or twice. When Victoria shut the thick wooden door for the night, or perhaps the morning or afternoon, they would sit together on pelts and weave spells just for the fun of it, sometimes with needle and thread, sometimes with tongue or dildo. Their spells were always deliciously erotic, whether they were for health, money, or just for a stronger climax. Sometimes they talked or sang instead, though that, too, was rarely innocent. Sometimes Amber and her mistress were joined by the witches Kit and Slug Fairchild and their supernatural familiars, who brought silk and jewels or exotic fruit, often things that were only thought to exist in fairy tales. They left these gifts at Victoria's feet without saying anything, and then picked up their own sewing needles and joined the chant, or listened to the bard's tales Victoria spun. --- For once the Nymph Queen, a beautiful woman with golden blond hair on her head and none on her pussy, was not out corrupting chaste maidens or celebrating life at a decadent orgy. She was lying in the sweet-smelling grass with her husband, an old fisherman who had a bit of trouble thinking with the larger of his two heads (though he had recently developed a peculiar taste for theoretical physics). Her hands and his feet dug into the earth non-self-consciously. Their cries rang into the heavens and the stars answered and sent their love. Their fluids fed the roots and the trees smiled down at them and took their part in the fun. The grass tickled their backs, the dirt clung to their hair, and they tumbled endlessly, sky and stars, man and woman, tree, root, grass and earth. --- In Hell, Nick was playing voyeur again. He loved his devilish TV the way a toddler might love her blanket. Slug's tongue was firmly wedged up her sister's eager pussy, and Kit was moaning and writhing against the futon passionately, her arms stretched up over her head, her body gyrating viciously with every thrust. Slug had to wipe her sister's juices off of her face every half a minute or so to keep them from going up her nose. Her sister's pussy was the same savory sweet taste as her own, which she was finger-fucking. She didn't know whether it was diet, genetics or the fact that they couldn't keep their hands off themselves and each other, that made them taste the same, but it was a total turn on. It was almost as though they were connected by the groin: one great big lesbian tryst that lasted their entire lifetime. Slug kissed her sister roughly on the mouth, their tongues fencing, the taste of their sex still on their lips. Kit fought her sister's movements, to plant lustful kisses on her twin's cheek, neck, and chest, while Slug began to skillfully weave herself into the sinful dance, pressing her tongue and teeth against Kit's nipple, then her belly button, then nipping and playfully massaging the area above her sister's groin, heightening her arousal. Nick moaned like a whore. His cock would have been rock-hard if it wasn't for the damn chastity device that was constantly denying him his pleasure. He whimpered a little bit as his soft tender young flesh rebelled futilely against its unjust captivity. He saw his little obsessive ejaculation fantasy out of the corner of his eye, but it couldn't distract him too much from what was on the tube. The twins were still at it. Repositioning themselves so they lay on their sides in a 69 position, they were lapping at each other's wet cunts, playfully racing each other to climax, though they were both writhing so forcefully that their mouths tended to slip off each other's clits and down their thighs instead. It was almost like a slapstick comedy, watching them go at it, and Nick thought it very arousing. The two girls did too, apparently, because they came very quickly despite the sloppy work. Kit came first, crying out in a high-pitched voice that would have clung to the church rafters at services. Black Magick Ch. 20 Slug came a moment later. Her try was deeper and more bestial, straight from the pit of her belly. The whole room seemed to tremble and shake with her climax. She really rocked Nick's world. Michael, the twins' castrati friend, was writing feverishly with a quill pen as though he was Mozart taking dictation from God. Devine inspiration had been the purpose of the spell they were casting now, though Nick of course did not know it or particularly care. The chair that Michael was sitting on was completely drenched in precum, which had magicked itself into existence from another universe, and his lip was bleeding slightly where he had been biting it. Grasping himself by his chastity device, Nick envied Michael with the passion of a desperate fanatic. After over a week of captivity, he would have given both his balls to be able to touch himself in front of the two pretty girls. He thought about it every night, like an old man remembering his blissful youth. Nick missed the days when he got to watch Elisabeth and Amber wedge candles up each other, though that had never happened in this time cycle. The girls had repositioned themselves for another round of orgasms. Kit's fingernails dug deep into the futon and she began rocking her hips, literally fucking her sister's face with her insatiable cunt. She gasped as yet another climax coursed through her, and Slug licked her lips. The fingers in Slug's pussy were impossibly soaked with her own juices. The twin's familiars were also fucking each other, since they were of course both very horny and wanted to have their fun in the orgy, and were having a quite a good time of it. Slug's familiar, Yana, a lovely lower-level sex goddess with a tight slender body and sizable breasts, was riding reverse cow girl on Kit's tall, dark and handsome fairy man, who was incidentally very well endowed and good at flaunting it, though he wasn't really as snazzy a dresser as he believed himself to be. But naked, he was god's gift to women, and Yana knew it. She was riding him so hard and so fast she climaxed hard every few seconds. To Kit and Slug it was awesome porn, but Nick, who had not been blessed with "spirit vision" saw only what looked like a drunken ferret doing a very odd dance on a large pile of dirty laundry. He changed the channel. Two states away, Damien and Layla walked into a shady sex toy shop, on the poor side of town. The shop advertised itself as an adult bookstore, although not a single book was in evidence. They were at least ten years younger, and much, much more attractive in general than all the other customers. Layla happened to be the only woman, so all the eyes in the shop had a way of turning and following her as she moved through the aisles. Layla's boyfriend was there to help her decide on what new dildo to buy; she was a tough girl and wouldn't have brought her prissy boy toy to merely play body-guard. She was rather hoping this store had the special kit she heard about online what would let her make a mold of Damien's penis. That was interesting, but not quite what Nick was looking for either. For some reason he just didn't care about sex as much as usual. He flicked off the television and curled up into a ball, feeling deprived. It had been nearly a week since the lights had dimmed and Nick had felt the tell-tale prickling in his balls that meant his mistress was approaching. Nick was beginning to feel ignored. It wasn't that his ass was particularly missing being pounded and hammered by hordes of ravishing demons; In fact, the break was giving his poor pounded posterior a chance to heal and return to its previous, unstretched shape. But why the devil did they insist on keeping him chained in a cage in Hell if they weren't going to continue to torture him? His food bowl and water bottle continued to magically refill, so it wasn't as if the minions of Hell were starving him, but still it was rather disconcerting. Nick felt like a gerbil two weeks after Christmas. His life just couldn't end like this! One night, while Nick was curled up in the corner, watching Amber make out with an old woman to entertain a blond bombshell sporting a three headed dildo, he felt something eerie approaching. Nick expected the lights to dim and his balls to smart, but they did not. For nearly five minutes he prayed that something even worse didn't happen to him. It is difficult to tell whether his prayers were answered or not, because out of the darkness stepped the moonchild with his half-formed eyes and fingers, his very presence making Nick flinch with disgust and self-loathing. "Hello, father," the monster said, it was the first words Nick had ever heard out of its malformed mouth. Nick cringed. The words hit him like the stab of a knife. He couldn't even respond to the creature, for somewhere deep down inside him he couldn't let himself acknowledge its presence enough to respond to it. "Father, I want to live," the monster said to him, looking him square in the eyes with his unformed orbs. "Right now there is a circle of witches of your acquaintance down on Earth who are casting spells with the potential to free your soul from your prison and return you to life. You are capable of channeling that power, if I teach you how, but in exchange I want you to make me a body." "Oh for fuck's sake," Nick said, more from frustration then from genuine feeling. "I'm sick of magick. I'm sick of demons and powers. I might even finally be getting sick of sex. For weeks now my life has been nothing but a torrent of suppressed longing and sick voyeurism, and now you want me to go home and make a body for you, the sick monster of my incestuous loins, the same way I created Mary, from ashes cum and holy water. Well forget it, I've had it. I'm done. No more fucking my dead grandmother, no more pacts with demons, no more fucked-up sex with my depressed little sister. Give me a normal boring life, a dorm room with some loser geek who snores too loudly and stays up nights playing video games. Give me chance to get C's in calculus and fail organic chemistry, a summer job parking Toyotas. You never lived and you know what, I'm glad you didn't, because you'd cramp my style. I wish I had never been tempted by Elisabeth's magick. I wish I never stole those toys from my mother's closet. I wish I'd kept my nose clean like a good little boy and kept my mind on my textbooks and Internet porn, like a normal teenager. I'm so tired of being horny and different, and as sure as god, I'm sick of having to look at you!" As he spoke, the walls began to shake and the moonchild began to cry pitifully from his primitive tear ducts. He had only wanted a chance to live and be loved. Was that really asking too much? Wasn't every creature entitled to a chance to live, and to parents that wanted him? The sound of chanting was filling the chamber that Nick inhabited. His electrified cage sparked on and off, burning his hands before he could move them away from the bars. His balls were on fire, as though he had been kicked very hard in the groin. His head ached with static and the sound of chanting. He had a hard time keeping his kibble down. It felt like the entire world pounded against his eardrums, flooding his inner ear and dragging him down into the agony of extreme nausea. He wished, not for the first time, that he was dead, and immediately felt the lonely cries of the dead resound though his body. He felt like a medium of every and any sprit who chose to possess him. No drug, no mental disorder could possibly compare. Hell had been a hell of a lot more pleasant. The whole world pressed itself down upon him, simultaneously crushing him and tearing him to shreds. The child continued to weep, his tears leaking down his cheeks and pooling on the sterile rocks like the river of life itself. "No, man may escape his destiny, by magick nor other means," the demon's voice rang though the din. "Do not neglect the stars, nor the laws of the universe, you who would undo what was done. We demons are not what you mortals make us out to be. I hope your chastity has taught you well and that you find your boring middle-class life and noisy dorm-mate some day." --- Kit and Slug Fairchild, along with the old witch and the buxom Amber, had passed out on the floor of Victoria's magick shop, from complete exhaustion, sexual and otherwise, that their spell required. The coven members were each covered from head to toe with their own and their other's juices, and they had cum and candle wax seeping out of every orifice. Piles of sand stood between them, where the summoned satyrs who had joined the throng had returned to the fairy realm. The smell of sex clung to every nook and cranny. The air was supernaturally charged with it. It was Kit who woke up first, with a smile on her juice-soaked face, cum dribbling from her mouth. She pushed it back past her lips with her thumb and swallowed hungrily. Her body needed the protein. They were all happy; they had seen, with the clarity of trained seers, that Nick had awoken in his hospital bed, and was promptly raped by his overjoyed little sister. Then, the life was almost snuffed out of him again as his mother held him to her bosom so tightly that her breasts nearly suffocated him. Taking each others' hands, the two twins smiled, and taking their leave of their teacher and friend walked back upstairs to take a warm shower together. There was still so much more magick that needed to be done.