2 comments/ 50025 views/ 10 favorites Conjuresses Ch. 01 By: icehead Editor's warning: this story contains incest content. * Lucia stopped the car, but Meagan didn't get out. "What's the matter?" Lucia asked. "You're going to be late for class if you don't hurry!" Meagan sighed. "Mom, it's just..." "Just what?" A mischievous smirk decorated her face. "The teachers don't like you anymore? Some boy in class giving you heartache?" "Mom, ever since you got laid off, it's like you've been rushing me out the door every morning. It's like you're in a bigger hurry than when you actually had a job!" Lucia frowned, and began struggling to come up with an answer. "I just have... I'm trying really hard, to find a new job, to support you and your sister..." "Mom, I'm eighteen now, and Isabelle's twenty. We're old enough to support ourselves, and we don't need you shielding us anymore. You can tell me." "There's nothing to tell," Lucia insisted, a little too quickly. "Just have a good day, okay?" Meagan sighed again, and got out, not sparing a backward glance as she slung her backpack over her shoulder and shut the door behind her. Once she was gone, Lucia also sighed—in relief. Her little girl was getting a lot closer than she wanted her. That thought was a dampener to her usual mood on the drive home. Usually just thinking what she was going to do once the girls were gone was enough to thoroughly moisten her panties by this point. But the worry of Meagan knowing too much was curbing her excitement a bit. Not that she wasn't still excited. She'd at least managed to work up a decent lube by the time she pulled back into the driveway. But as always, she couldn't rush things. She had to make sure the house was empty first. As soon as the front door was shut behind her she called up the stairs: "Isabelle, are you up?" "Yes, Mom," a voice from upstairs muttered back, moments before Isabelle appeared, descending the stairs in her work clothes with the usual dour look on her face. People were often surprised to learn that Isabelle and Meagan were sisters, given their obvious differences (though the fact that they were only half-sisters may have contributed to that). Isabelle was tall and athletic where Meagan was rather petite, and Meagan's hair was short and light brown while Isabelle's was long and a shade darker. But the part that really threw people off was the angelic sense of innocence Meagan conveyed that Isabelle just, well... "All right, Mom, I'm leaving, so you can go ahead and fuck that bank teller you've got tied up in your study." "Don't you talk to me that way!" Lucia snapped. "And I do not have a bank teller tied up in my study!" "Maybe not, but I'm probably not far off. Bye Mom." Again, once the door was shut, Lucia sighed, but for a different reason. She was still holding out some hope that sweet Meagan didn't see her that way, but there was no question that Isabelle considered her mother a complete slut. Given what I do while they're away, she's probably right. But even as she moved off to her private "study," Lucia knew she was thinking in the smallest terms. The simple fact that she was only thirty-six when her oldest child was twenty was basis for calling her a slut. But that was still just the beginning. Her family had gone completely apeshit when she became pregnant at age sixteen; she thought her father was going to disown her. Despite the barrage of advice to put the child up for adoption, Lucia had insisted on keeping it. The family had all pitched in to help care for baby Isabelle, but her parents had made her promise to make more careful choices from then on. Then she got to be eighteen, and WHAM: Meagan was born, by a completely different father. She hadn't learned a damn thing. Her parents made her pack her bags, and her two bastard offspring, and booted her out. Somehow she'd managed to get by thus far. Meagan's father, God bless him, had helped some with that in the beginning, but something about Lucia just wouldn't let him stay with her. Like maybe what she was now stepping up to the locked doors of her private "study" for. Lucia picked up the key to the room from where she kept it hidden, and turned it in the door that concealed the room her daughters had never seen. And if she had any say in it, they never would. This is my pit that I've chosen to live in, and I can feel guilty about enjoying it as long as they don't have to, was her last thought before she stepped inside and shut the double doors behind her. *** Isabelle punched out her card, breathing in the brief freedom that was her lunchbreak. She had only forty fleeting minutes to enjoy this escape from the store counter, and she intended to savor it. She probably wouldn't spend much of it eating, though. She never ate much anyway; just the contents in a small Tupperware container in the staff fridge that she was content to eat cold anyway. She was just going to use this time to relax. Starting it off with Sean's hand making sudden unexpected contact with her ass and the words "Shall we?" whispered in her ear was not exactly what she had in mind. "Hands off," she said sharply. "We're not there yet." His hand recoiled. "You could've fooled me," he said. "Or did I imagine what we've been doing for the last week-and-a-half?" "That's one thing," she said. "I'm not talking it to the next level yet." He shrugged, looking very puzzled. "I don't get it. What's the big difference?" Isabelle rolled her eyes, and pulled him by the arm into the empty changing room and locked it behind them. "Try to understand this, Sean: a few blowjobs, which I'm only giving to bribe you, is not the same as actually having sex, which I am not prepared to do with you now. Especially since you've still got a girlfriend. So if you want to actually do me, then you can break up with Shelly and ask me out properly and maybe we'll get there. Otherwise just shut up and let me work." With that she dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly. The thing in his pants sprang forward as if it were spring-loaded. She fisted the stiff member without a second's hesitation and plunged it into her mouth. She'd been working on perfecting her technique with him; she rotated her head around while sliding back and forth, moving her tongue in circles around the helmet, and periodically moved off to the side using only her tongue. And as she thrust is cock in and out of her mouth, one particular thought kept echoing in her mind: why do I keep doing this? At first, it was true that she was just trying to bribe him; some of her friends enjoyed playing hockey with her in the store's back alley on her off days, and these blowjobs were her way of persuading Sean, who personally knew the owner, to get the man to keep letting them do that. But now she trusted him to keep doing that anyway; she considered him her friend, after all. She didn't think the oral service she gave him was still necessary. As horrible as it was for her to admit, she sucked him off because she liked it. It wasn't that she found the act itself especially pleasant—at least not totally—but the act of giving pleasure to someone she personally knew just made her happy. It excited her. And God help her, sometimes when she did it she really did want to just forget about her personal ethics and let him fuck her. But she never crossed that line with him; not here, not like this. She got all the right sounds from him that he made to tell her she was doing a good job, though as always he made sure to keep those noises down. He was also good enough to stroke her hair during the act; always a point-winner. Under different circumstances, she'd do it with Sean in a heartbeat. Thus far there had been three guys Isabelle had had sex with. The first time had been on the night of her junior prom, her one and only time with Derek Weston on her one and only date with him. The dance ended, they got in his car and he drove to a lookout. Since then she had reviewed the sequence of events in that care with him millions of times, and to this day she still couldn't figure out how she ended up with her dress on the floor and his dick inside of her. She considered it the biggest mistake of her life, which she told him the next day, perhaps a little too adamantly. The door had been opened, however, once she started her relationship with Paul Gunnerson during senior year, and after three weeks with him they started having sex regularly. It ended up being her most serious and longest lasting relationship, which lasted all through the school year until graduation, when he was ready to go off to college which Isabelle just couldn't afford to do yet. The best sex she'd had yet was the night of graduation before they finally went their separate ways. After that there had been a brief fling with one of her coworkers, who was no longer working here now, shortly after she finished high school. The guy's name was Trevor; she honestly couldn't remember his last name. She was only with him for a few weeks; he was really just a rebound guy who she only got with in an effort to get over Paul. She hadn't dated anyone since. At last Sean grunted his warning, and she sealed her lips around his shaft. This was her least favorite part, but she always made sure to do it well. His salty mass exploded into her mouth, and she tried her hardest to gulp down every drop, not letting the slightest bit escape. She stroked and tongued his cock until she was sure she had taken every drop down her throat before finally releasing him. "So you'll make sure we have permission to use the alley on Tuesday?" "Yeah," Sean nodded. "But I still don't really understand. If you're so willing to take it in your mouth, why are you so unwilling to..." he left the sentence unfinished, letting the rest say itself. Because I'm afraid of turning into my mom, she wanted to say, but didn't. Some part of her feared to say it out loud. "It's different," was all she ultimately said, rising to her feet. "Whatever," Sean shrugged. Isabelle put her hand on the door, but paused before unlocking it and sighed. "Six more months." "Six more months until what?" Sean said. "What?" Isabelle looked up. "Oh, did I say that out loud?" "Yeah, you did." Isabelle let go of the door, and slumped against it. "I was referring to how long I have to wait until I can leave for college. And you know, I should've been there a long time ago, like right after I finished high school, but I didn't have the money. And now I finally do, but I still have to wait until it starts in the fall, so in the meantime I'm still stuck here in this damn store, living with my crazy slut-brained mom who'll fuck anything with a pulse." Sean seemed to be staring off into space. "Sean?" "Uh, yeah, that's a... real nightmare..." Isabelle scoffed, clearly seeing where Sean's head was. "Oh, whatever. I'm just gonna go have my lunch while I still have time." *** At a little after 7 p.m. that evening, Lucia left to do a little grocery shopping. Meagan dutifully informed her that she was planning on going to study at her friend Shannon's house, and would likely be gone when Lucia got home. Isabelle responded by muttering something under her breath that Lucia didn't hear, and didn't bother asking to her to repeat before she walked out the door. She was in the beer and wine aisle looking for a case of Corona light when she stopped, intrigued by what was now in front of her. A man dressed all in denim with a rustic pair of boots was crouched to look at the bottom shelves, bent over so that his eye-catching backside was thrust right in her direction. "Hello gluteus maximus!" Lucia couldn't help but blurt out. The man stood up instantly and turned around. Lucia made a conscious effort not to drool when she saw his face. He was about the same age as her, with well tanned skin, sandy blonde hair, a light mustache and facial features that looked carved out of stone. "I'm sorry miss, but was that a compliment on my backside?" "Oh, I'm sorry, should I not have done that? Is there something else you'd rather have complimented instead?" Her eyes trailed suggestively downward, although she did glance to his hand to check for a wedding band, which she happily didn't find. A slight smirk appeared on the man's well-chiseled face. "Oh it's not that I minded. It's just not an everyday occurrence." "Really? I find that hard to believe." She gave her eyebrows a suggestive raise. "I'm Lucia." "Mark," he said back, quite clearly checking out her figure by this point. "So Mark, what were you looking at?" "You mean besides your boobs?" he said with a big grin on his face. He's daring. I like that. "Before that," she smiled back. "I was just bending down to pick up some Corona light." "Really? Well isn't this a coincidence, that's my favorite beer." "Really?" "Yeah. So are you planning on drinking with anyone tonight?" "Not tonight, no," he said. "Tomorrow though." "So do you have any plans tonight? You going to be alone for the evening?" He looked her up and down again. "If this conversation is headed where I think it is, I hope not." "Ooh, I don't think you're going to be disappointed," she purred, tantalizingly tracing a finger over her nipple through her blouse. *** Meagan had left by now, and Isabelle had the house to herself. She looked to the clock, and couldn't help thinking she should have gone with her mom just to keep an eye on her. Sometimes that woman needed to be kept on a leash or she'd go chasing after anything that had a penis. Something told her Mom would likely be late getting home. She brushed the thought from her mind, and sat curled on the couch in front of the TV with a box of leftover Chinese. But then she got to the end of her show and the bottom of her box, and Mom still hadn't returned. It was official: Mom was off with a man again. Can't she ever just grow up? She wasn't sure why, but as soon as she stood up her eyes started drifting toward the hall to Mom's private study. Just what did Mom keep in there that she didn't want Isabelle or her sister to see? And why am I suddenly so curious about it? She wandered in that direction, and slowly approached those ominous double doors. She stood staring at it for a long time, and she put a hand on the wood. Something... She couldn't begin to describe what she was feeling right now, but she couldn't help but think she wanted to get inside that room. It felt as if whatever lay behind these doors was calling her to enter. But of course, Mom always kept the room locked. It took some willpower, but Isabelle got herself to start turning away from that door. Not altogether gracefully, though, as she stumbled over her own foot. Her flailing arm collided with the vase that stood on the end table next to the doors, but she managed to catch it before it hit the floor and broke—but not without something falling out of it. Isabelle held her position for several seconds staring at the key that had landed on the floor. Still staring at it, she slowly set the vase back and picked up the key. She hesitated, holding the key and staring at the door. Knowing her mom, she wasn't totally sure she wanted to know what was in this room. But ultimately she couldn't deny that part of her that was begging to find out. Her heart practically skipped a beat when she turned the key in the door, and she swallowed down the lump in her throat as she pushed it open. *** As soon as the door was opened, Lucia rushed inside, pulling Mark in by the hand. The door was closed by Mark being forcibly shoved up against it and aggressively kissed. Lucia was like a sparking livewire, with every muscle in her body moving, grabbing and kissing him. Mark had to pry her away from in order to get enough air to say, "You really aren't the kinda chick I'd expect to meet every day!" "Baby, you have no idea!" She almost jumped right back to what she was doing, but then got another idea. "Revilu," she whispered under her breath. As she could hear it playing in her head, porn music suddenly filled the air. "Whoa, where's that music coming from?" "That's one of the many mysteries about me that you will just have to find out," Lucia grinned, before grabbing him by his denim coat, throwing the both of them to the floor and shooting her hand to the zipper of his pants. *** Isabelle wasn't sure what she expected to find when she stepped into the room, but whatever it was she expected... in a word, the room was weird. The only thing that didn't look in any way strange was a perfectly generic, but comfortable-looking sofa. In a way it resembled a place of satanic ritual, but with no pentacles or skulls, just arcane designs drawn everywhere and lots of candles, that startled Isabelle when they all seemed to light on their own when she entered. Mom must have some kind of motion sensor wired to an igniter system... but how the hell could she afford that? She stepped up to a small table positioned in front of a large circle on the floor that was roughly in the center of the room. A large old book was propped open on it, and a small flat stone with a strange pattern etched into it, that Isabelle picked up to examine. Then her eyes tracked to the open page of the book, and was instantly piqued—and more than a little perplexed—by what was written on the top: "Creating A Lover." There was a set of instructions, plus a drawing of a stone with a pattern like the one she held in her hand, and then an incantation of some strange words: "Tauri escelei, Otaur a kajei bo, Tauri escelei, Otaur da kajar en, Tauri escelei." Isabelle didn't even realize until after she finished that she'd read the words aloud. As soon as the last word left her mouth, the stone in her hand suddenly shot out a brilliant ball of light that flew to the center of the circle on the floor, and a brilliant flash nearly blinded her. She blinked to clear the spots from her eyes—and continued blinking when her vision cleared. She couldn't possibly be seeing the ridiculously attractive and very naked man standing in front of her. He looked about thirty, with the bluest eyes she'd ever seen, impossibly sculpted muscles, and when she looked down lower... holy shit! "Hello, Isabelle," he said. Look at his face... "Who the hell are you?" Look at his face... "Your mother calls me Six." "Six?" "Yes. Because I am the sixth conjured lover she has created." "Created? Conjured lover?" "She never told you, but now that you've found me, you ought to know: your mother is a witch. She has been practicing magic like you will find in that book since you were little." Isabelle only stared at him, saying nothing. "I see you're finding this hard to grasp. But I myself am a product of your mother's favorite spell. I am a being created for the sole purpose of satisfying your mother's sexual needs." That sounds like Mom all right. "But this time, Isabelle, it is you who've summoned me, not your mother, and so for now, I am here for your pleasure." Isabelle took an instant step back. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, I didn't come in here to do... anything like that..." "You must have some desire," Six said, "or you would not have succeeded in summoning me." He was slowly drawing nearer as he spoke. "I exist solely to serve the sexual needs of my mistress. I can do anything you wish me to do to you, with no fear of consequence, and I will disappear again once your desires are satisfied. Just tell me what you wish me to do." Isabelle stood in mute apprehension, staring at him as he came within touching distance. He's wrong! I don't want this! I don't want to become my mother! I don't want to do what she does every day when I'm away... when I'm in the back of the store giving Sean blowjobs, wishing I had a lower moral standard so I could just let him cheat on his girlfriend with me like he wants to... like I want him to... Conjuresses Ch. 01 Almost involuntarily, Isabelle's eyes began drifting downward, over his unreal pectorals down to that unbelievable dick... Before she even knew what has happening, her hand was reaching out to touch it. No sooner had one finger begun wrapping around it, than it almost instantly grew to full length. Isabelle gasped in amazement—and as much as she wanted to deny it, desire. Her eyes remained fixed on the huge thing in her hand, and her body seemed to take on a life of its own. She was suddenly down on her knees, her face level with it, and her mouth was open. Her mouth was open and she was bringing her head towards it. *** Oh yeah, he's got a nice dick alright. Lucia paused a moment to admire Mark's piece of equipment after pulling it from his pants. Even after she'd gotten him on the floor and had unzipped his pants, it had taken her a moment to actually get down there because he'd been holding her up by working to get her top off. And once her top and bra were gone and he'd had a chance to tongue at her nipples—and God was he good at tonguing her nipples!—she felt obligated to return the favor, getting a little lip contact herself with the well-tanned pecks that lay under his denim vest. But now at last she'd gotten herself down his body and was sliding his pants off, and his stiff cock was up and in her hand. It wasn't the longest one she'd ever seen, but it had good girth. Like the man himself, it looked strong. She pumped it a few times, and licked her lips for him. "You're a man, alright," she grinned. Looking playfully at him, she lowered her head and began teasing the tip with some rapid-fire tongue lashes. She began lazily rolling her head about while her tongue tap-danced on the end of his dick. She kept this up for awhile, watching him slowly being driven crazy, and carefully calculated when to blow his gaskets by suddenly diving in and deepthroating him. She literally felt him jump when she engulfed his cock in her throat. His fingers were in her hair now, as she slowly slid her lips up off him, removing him from her mouth with a loud pop, and then just as slowly running her tongue up the underside. She enveloped him in her mouth again, and began bobbing up and down, varying the pace from fast to slow, and popped off him again and returned to the expert use of her tongue. "Hey now," he said after she had been alternately sucking and tonguing him for a while, "you keep that up, you're gonna make me—" "Oh yes! Let me have it! All of it!" She began pumping him eagerly, and sucked him into her mouth with vigor, waiting until she heard his groan that heralded the salty spray that shot against the back of her throat. She gulped down every burst that erupted in her mouth, and licked away every last vestige before looking up and smiling at him. "Well, didn't figure you for rushing things so much..." "Oh, we are not finished yet," Lucia said, rising up on her knees to slide her own pants off. "We are just getting started." *** Isabelle honestly couldn't recall when her clothes had been taken off. Whether she'd done it herself while she was sucking his incredible dick, or if he'd done it for her at some other point, she actually didn't know. But the fact remained that she was now dressed solely in her bra, writhing on the floor with Six's face buried between her legs. Her mouth was frozen open, and her fingernails were digging into the floor. She was especially thankful that Meagan wasn't home to hear the earsplitting noise she was making. Her body was on fire. She had almost forgotten what this felt like, and to be reminded like this was like a shock to the system. Or more accurately, shock after shock after shock, to the point of feeling like she was about to explode. And it wasn't long before she did, in a sense. She clutched at her breasts through the fabric of her bra when her orgasm hit, and she shrieked out the wave of mind-blowing pleasure. He responded by moving up her body as that wave began to calm, kissing along her collarbone, and reaching around under her to finally remove the one thing she was still wearing, and applied his lips and tongue to her newly exposed breasts. She lifted a hand in spite of herself and hugged his head to her. "Do you still say you don't want this?" he asked her. "Just fuck me now," was her only reply. She saw him smile, and then felt the head of his tool pressing between her open legs, circling around her opening. Her pussy dripped with anticipation, and she wanted to beg him not to tease her and just come inside her, but that nagging fear that she was well on her way to turning into her mother stopped her from doing so. Still he continued to circle her, and the longer he did the harder it became to not vocalize her frustration. Never with any of the guys she'd been with before had her pussy walls ached with need this bad. And just before she was about to crack and start begging, she finally felt him impale her. *** "Yes!" Lucia moaned. "Yes, yes, yes!" Her fingernails clawed at the leather of the couch beneath her as Mark knelt over her, pumping into her. "That's it stud! Harder! Fuck me harder!" And unlike some men, he actually did that, lifting her hips off the couch and increasing the intensity of his thrusts. He'd already proven he was good with his tongue, having used it on her clit to bring her to two orgasms already. Now he was proving his manhood was just as skilled, and as she neared orgasm again, the magically-produced music neared a crescendo once more. *** Each time Isabelle came, Six would immediately change what he was doing. He'd stopped eating her out immediately after getting her off that way, and now when he'd fucked her from above to her second orgasm, he turned her over on her hands and knees, and now he was inside her from behind. Isabelle couldn't tell what was more insane: that she was doing it with a guy who wasn't real, or that she was enjoying it so much. But these thoughts had no way of reaching her mouth, which was far too preoccupied with the screams that were coming out of it. His hands gripped her hips tightly, and as that incredible dick of his pistoned in and out of her, she couldn't help thinking, this guy is made perfect, and still I can't keep her away from much-less-perfect real men. And I'm doing what my mom does every day! Oh my god, I really am becoming her! But it was too late for her to stop now. "Don't stop," she begged. "Please don't stop." *** Both Mark's hands and her own gripped at Lucia's breasts. She rode hard on Mark's lap, growling through her teeth. The music that increased in tempo to match her excitement was at its most intense now and growing stronger... and stronger... and stronger... Nearly four-and-a-half miles apart from each other, mother and daughter both climaxed at nearly the same moment, each becoming coated with a sticky white shower. Lucia lay back, wiping her hands in the gooey mess that Mark had sprayed across her tits and sucking it off her fingers. The music had finally stopped now. "Where was that music coming from anyway?" Mark asked. "If I told you that, then where would the mystery be?" she said. "So you said you had someone coming tomorrow night?" "Yeah, three of my buddies are coming over to play poker. I'm the host so I'm providin' the beer." "So it's gonna be a house full of four big men and booze going around?" Lucia licked her lips. Mark raised an eyebrow at her. "What are you thinking now?" "I'm thinking you boys could use a little entertainment tomorrow night," she purred. *** Isabelle lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, slowly panting. The inside of her head was still whirling, unable to believe what had just happened. "If that will be all," Six said, "I will go now." "Just one other thing," Isabelle grunted. "Please don't tell my mom about this." "Of course," he said with a courteous nod, before changing back into a little ball of light that zipped back into the stone on the table. Isabelle managed to pull herself up off the floor, and grabbed a tissue to wipe his seed off her backside before she discovered that it had disappeared along with him. She picked up her clothes and left the room, making sure to put the key back where it was kept hidden, and got in the shower. She was just getting out of the shower, going from the bathroom to her bedroom with a towel around her and her hair still wet, when she heard the front door open and close and what sounded like Meagan's footsteps coming up the stairs. When Meagan appeared at the top of the stairs, a quick look at her told Isabelle instantly that all was not well with her sister. "Hey, Meg, you okay?" "Fine. I'm going to bed," was all Meagan said before disappearing into her room and shutting the door behind her. Wow. I haven't seen her act like this since Tyrique broke up with her when she was fourteen. *** Meagan yanked on her pajama tank and shorts, stuffed herself into bed, and just lay there for a while with her eyes open. Why her? Why only her? There was a light knock at her bedroom door, and Isabelle's voice gently said, "Meg?" "Go away." Isabelle responded by opening the door and stepping into the room, shutting the door behind her. "Meg, what's wrong?" Meagan curled up on her side, shut her eyes and said nothing. The bed shifted from Isabelle sitting down on it behind her and putting a hand on Meagan's shoulder. "C'mon, sis, talk to me." Meagan turned and looked up at Isabelle, seeing the look of concern on her face in the dim light from the window. For a long while she remained silent; then finally she said, "I'm the only girl in my class who's still a virgin." "What?" Isabelle gasped. "Oh come on, Meg, I'm sure that's not true." "Yes it is. Every one of my friends tonight—every single one of them, Izzy—they couldn't talk about anything except who they've done it with. And I'm sitting in the corner, poor little curious Meagan with nothing to say." "Meg, just because other girls are doing it doesn't mean you have to. You need to be you, not them. It's what makes you special." "I don't want to be special!" Meagan pouted, rolling back on her side hard. "I want to be normal! I want to fit in!" Isabelle sighed. "Meg, I can tell you from personal experience that sex isn't something you want to jump into before you're ready. And it's not always such a wonderful thing, you know. It hurts the first time. It hurts a lot. And you'll bleed." "But it gets better, right? After that it gets good, doesn't it?" Isabelle paused. "Look, I just don't want to see you do something you'll regret. I care too much about you." She said this while tenderly brushing the hair from Meagan's brow. Meagan's mood had begun to change by now. She sat up and embraced her sister—realizing for the first time that Isabelle was still only wearing the towel, but not really thinking about it. "Izzy." "I love you, Meg." "Me too," Meagan said—moments before planting a warm kiss right on Isabelle's lips. Isabelle recoiled and stared at her. Meagan felt her face turn red and turned away. "I'm sorry, I don't know why... I just wanted to..." She was silenced by the feel of Isabelle's fingers on her jaw, gently turning her head to look at her again. Isabelle was smiling now, and slowly bent her head down and began kissing Meagan back. Meagan only went stiff for a second before letting herself sink into it and wrapping her arms around her again. They didn't stop until Meagan felt the sudden shock of Isabelle's hand squeezing her breast through her night shirt. She was about to protest until she realized how nice it felt— Isabelle was only wearing a towel. She was naked under that. No sooner had that thought occurred to Meagan than she gingerly unwrapped that towel, and both girls looked down at Isabelle's body. This was the first time Meagan had seen her sister naked, and good God was she beautiful. "Go on," Isabelle said. Meagan gulped down the lump in her throat and put a hand on her sister's breast. Lightly she squeezed the soft, sumptuous flesh, and loved the feel of it in her hand. She looked up into Isabelle's face, and they moved in to kiss again. And she never even thought of protesting when Isabelle began sliding her night shirt off, but compliantly raised her arms to let it be removed and flung aside. Meagan's breasts were small compared to most of her peers, and definitely compared to Isabelle, but neither of them seemed to care. Meagan looked down and smiled at her sister's hand cupping her breast, and then rolled her head back and made a long, hard gasp when Isabelle bent down and began tracing her tongue around her nipple. Isabelle began lowering her back down, so that Meagan lay flat on the bed beneath her sister's exploring tongue. Meagan's eyes were shut, but her mouth would not close, breathing harder than she'd ever breathed before—and harder still when she felt Isabelle's hand move down her belly, and then pressing through her shorts on the place no one had ever touched her before. And it felt wonderful. "Meg," Isabelle said. Meagan opened her eyes and looked up into her sister's eyes. "I'm going to show you how it feels to have your pussy licked. Do you want that?" Meagan's heart was pounding, but she nodded. She wanted nothing more. Isabelle slowly crawled back, pulling the covers off of Meagan, moving down to where her shorts waited. Isabelle's fingers took hold of the cloth and Meagan's shorts and panties were carefully slid off in a single motion, leaving Meagan's most private of places exposed to her sister's eyes. Her pulse raced faster as Isabelle's head began lowering down. The span of a few seconds became an eternity as Meagan awaited that special touch. And when it came she nearly leapt off the bed. Holy shit! With Isabelle steadily lapping away at her, Meagan began writhing about on the bed, squeezing her nipples and crying out relentlessly. Never in her life had she ever felt anything so good. Her hand lashed out and gripped hard on Isabelle's head. "Izzy, don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Meagan had masturbated in the past and had brought herself to orgasm before, so she knew what it felt like. But the one that was approaching now was the most intense she could ever imagine. "Izzy, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum real hard!" Isabelle instantly began licking faster, steadily driving Meagan into a frenzy until she just exploded, thrashing and screaming on the bed— —when Isabelle suddenly leapt on her, clamping a hand over her mouth and shushing her. Meagan's question of what she was doing became clear when she heard the sound of Mom coming up the stairs calling, "Girls? Are you in bed already?" Meagan would've removed Isabelle's hand to answer were she not still spasming out the last vestiges of her orgasm, shooting rapid gasps through her nose. After a minute of silence, Mom's voice called, "All right, good night girls. I'll see you in the morning." They listened for the sound of her door closing before Isabelle finally removed her hand from Meagan's mouth. "Thank you, Izzy," Meagan whispered. "I love you Meg," Isabelle said again. They embraced each other and kissed deeply, rubbing their naked bodies together. At last Meagan pulled the covers up over both of them, and they lay in each other's embrace, flesh-to-flesh. After a while of laying like that, with her head pressed against Isabelle's cheek and her mouth next to her collarbone, Meagan finally said, "I still want to do it for real. I mean, you know... with a guy. I want to really lose my virginity. But... you're right, I don't want to rush into it with a guy I barely know, but who am I gonna..." Isabelle was silent for a moment, and then she sighed through her nose. "All right. I can't believe I'm actually considering this, but I have an idea." To Be Continued... Conjuresses Ch. 02 Editor's note: This chapter contains scenes involving incest. * Lucia hadn't specified to Mark when she would be dropping in on his poker game, because she told him she wanted it to be a surprise. There were other things, however, she also hadn't told him that he hadn't thought to ask; for instance, how she was going to get in. Mark was going to be surprised, all right. More than he could have ever known. Dressed in one of her shortest, most revealing dresses, Lucia stealthily approached Mark's front door and put her ear to it, listening for the sounds inside. It was hard to tell, but she was fairly certain she heard the sounds of male voices inside. She shut her eyes and concentrated, and said, "Eilukan jeodas." In the next moment, Lucia was a ghost, invisible to the eye and unimpeded by solid walls. She passed through the wood of the door and drifted into the house, heading toward the room where she found four men seated around the poker table, picking up cards, laying down chips, open bottles of beer in front of each of them. Lucia paused a moment, considering how she was going to announce her arrival, and it didn't take long for her to come up with an approach that brought a naughty smile to her face. She decided to wait a while and watch the game until she could get an idea of who was going to win. It quickly became pretty clear who wasn't going to win. One of the guys at the table, a thin guy with a rather neurotic air about him, couldn't bluff to save his life. Mark was a decent player, but several times she watched him give up on a hand too early. Finally, once the game was winding to its end and Mark and the skinny man, Dewey, had dropped out, leaving the two remaining guys, Cal and Jeff, on their last hand, Lucia crouched down, passing through a pair of legs and crawling under the table. Away from their eyes, she made herself solid again, and waited. She waited and listened to the voices above her, until she heard the whooping announcement from Cal that the game was his. And now he deserved his prize. Needless to say, Cal was surprised at having his pants suddenly unzipped and his dick being sucked on. "Whoa, wha... oh! What th... whoa!" Lucia became instantly quite aware of the heads that turned to look under the table and were seeing her now. "Lucia?" "Hi Mark," she grinned. "How did you get in here?" She grinned even wider. "Magic." She crawled out from under the table, never letting go of Cal's dick, and reached to unzip Mark's pants with her other hand. "What's going on here?" Dewey said. "Well if you're wondering," Lucia replied, taking hold of Mark's cock and starting to pump both cocks she held, "Cal here got the first suck as his prize for winning the game, but that doesn't mean the rest of you big, hunky testosterone factories have to feel left out, 'cause I can share. Now would one of you boys be a sweetie and come help a girl out of her dress? My hands are a little full." *** Meagan was a bit struck by how excited Isabelle seemed when she announced that Mom was out again tonight, "probably humping another random guy she met on the street" as Isabelle put it. "Now's our chance!" "Our chance for what?" "For what we talked about last night. Come on." That was the first mention either of them had made of what happened last night. Even when they woke up in the morning in each other's arms, they'd hardly said a word. Meagan wasn't sure whether that was because they didn't need to or because it was just too weird. Probably both. Meagan was hesitant as she followed her sister; Isabelle hadn't really explained what was going to happen. When Meagan had expressed her desire to lose her virginity, Isabelle had said she had an idea and basically left it at that without telling her what it was. And she certainly hadn't expected whatever Isabelle was planning to happen so soon. She also certainly hadn't expected Isabelle to lead her to those mysterious double doors that Meagan had made a point of not letting herself wonder about. "Izzy, what are we doing here? That's Mom's study! She doesn't let us in there ever!" "And you're about to find out why," Isabelle said. She reached into the flower vase next to the doors and produced a key that she held up for Meagan's eyes with a smile, and proceeded to unlock the forbidden doors, causing Meagan's heart to leap into her throat. Meagan stood in stunned silence for a moment while Isabelle stepped inside, and didn't follow her in until Isabelle adamantly beckoned her to. The only things Meagan saw that she expected to see were the sofa and the bookshelf. The rest was just bizarre. The windows were covered by thick curtains, and the walls, floor and ceiling were all a shade of brown so dark they were almost black, decorated everywhere by strange patterns of circles and triangles drawn in white. The room was only just barely lit by the many candles dotted around it. There were some tables and alters with some various knickknacks and doodads: feathers, stones, woodchips, crystals, a few small ceramic plates and such. Isabelle approached the table with the open book in front of the big circle in the middle of the floor, and picked up the little stone that rested on it. Then she paused. "Are you really sure? You want your virginity gone? You're sure?" "Uh, yeah, I'm sure," Meagan said, still looking around the room, but growing quite nervous. Isabelle stepped up to her and placed the stone in Meagan's hand. "I want you to think about that. Think about all your friends who've done it, and how much you envy them. Think about how good you felt last night, and how much you want to find out how it feels to have a man inside you." Meagan did think about that. It wasn't making her any less nervous, but she was definitely excited now. Isabelle pointed to a section on the open page of the book. "Now with that in mind, I want you to read these words out loud." Meagan looked down at the words on the page, and spoke them out loud: "Tauri escelei, Otaur a kajei bo, Tauri escelei, Otaur da kajar en, Tauri escelei." Meagan jumped back when a ball of bright light shot out of the stone in her hand, and fell right on her ass when that light changed into an incredibly attractive nude man. "Hello, Meagan," he said. Her eyes were frozen open, torn between her shock at his sudden appearance and her eyeful of that bit of male anatomy she was seeing for the first time. And it was huge. "What... wh... what is... what the hell..." "This is our mother's dirty little secret," Isabelle said. "His name is Six." "Six?" "Because I am the—" "—Sixth conjured lover our mother has created," Isabelle said with him. "I found out yesterday; Mom's a witch, and this stud here is a spell she likes to cast when we're away and she's in the mood." Meagan found words difficult to form. "Just relax and watch," Isabelle said. "Come here, Six." Meagan's heart increased its nervous pace as Six drew nearer. Isabelle stepped up to him and dropped to her knees, and her hand took hold of his huge thing, and the instant she did it began growing to its full intimidating stiffness. Meagan watched with gaping eyes as Isabelle took the huge thing into her mouth without a second's hesitation and began sucking away at it. Meagan continued sitting, transfixed and intently watching every detail of what Isabelle was doing, bobbing her head around as she sucked on him and stroking her hand along the shaft. But then Isabelle turned to look at her and said, "Come on, you try now." Meagan gulped hard, and shaking, she arose to her knees and walked on them towards her sister. She paused, staring at the thing Isabelle held offering her, her pulse racing. Her hand shook as she raised it to touch his thing, and when her first finger made the slightest contact it recoiled back as if from a shock before she bit her lip and just put her hand around it, sending a shiver through her body. "Don't be scared, Meg," Isabelle said. "Just think of it like a big popsicle." "Popsicle. Right. Popsicle." With that, Meagan blew out a nervous breath, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and dove in. The next thing she knew, it was in her mouth, her lips were wrapped around it, and she was sucking. And her head was moving. "That's it girl!" Isabelle cheered her on. "You're doing great!" Meagan turned her head to look at her sister with a bashful smile, and saw that Isabelle had stripped down to her lingerie. This produced a different kind of smile, as she realized that her sister looked sexy as hell. Realizing she was getting more aroused looking at her, Meagan turned and resumed sucking on Six's dick. She was still nervous, but found that she wasn't hesitating anymore. She began focusing on emulating the technique she had seen Isabelle using, bobbing her head around and stroking her hand back and forth along the shaft. She felt Isabelle's hands reach around from behind her and begin sliding her shirt up. Meagan stopped what she was doing just long enough to let Isabelle get the shirt off her head and toss it aside. Then as she resumed, Isabelle unhooked her bra for her and pressed herself to Meagan's back, reaching around to play with Meagan's breasts and kissed the side of her face. Meagan felt the warm, soft cushion of Isabelle's breasts on her back as well as the little points of her nipples, and realized Isabelle had stripped down the rest of the way and was completely naked now. And she also realized she was envious of that. All at once Meagan stopped what she was doing and stood up, and slid her pants off, followed then by her panties. "I want it," she said. "I want to do it now." *** Lucia had long since lost track of which cock belonged to which guy. It was taking enough of her attention just juggling them all, standing bent over with one in her cunt, one in her mouth and one in each hand. She was at least pretty sure she'd been fucked by all four of them at least once, but she'd also lost track of how many times they'd rotated, so it was hard to tell for certain. What she did know for certain was that she'd gotten off twice already tonight. They rotated about her a few more times, before one of them decided to change things up a bit. For a minute she thought they were simply rotating again, and was puzzled when she didn't feel the cock she awaited entering her, but then she looked down, and saw Jeff getting down flat on the floor beneath her. She grinned wide, and eagerly descended to her knees and lowered herself on his cock with a happy purr. Then she looked up and took hold of the two cocks in front of her... wait a minute, there's only two! Where's the last one? She got her answer when she felt a pair of hands on her buttocks and the pressing of that missing cock along the crack of her ass. She grinned a new kind of grin; she hadn't even thought of this. She bent forward to allow entry, and the cock that had already been moistened both from her mouth and her cunt didn't receive much resistance as it slid into her back entrance. She took a moment to grunt with the pleasure of being plugged in both holes at once, and started coming again almost immediately, before taking one of the cocks she held in her hands into her mouth, moaning around it. She proceeded like this, continuously stroking both cocks in her hands and alternating between sucking each of them. At last one of them grunted the announcement, "Oh fuck, here it comes!" She looked up to see that it was Cal, and then let her mouth drop open and her tongue roll out as she started pumping his dick harder. He clenched his teeth and grunted repeatedly before the finally threw his head back and exploded across her face. She lapped up and swallowed what part of the salty mess had landed in her mouth, just before she heard similar grunting coming from the other one, whom she looked up to see was Dewey. She gave the same treatment to him and let him shoot his mess across her in the same way. It didn't take much longer before the guy fucking her ass, who by process of elimination had to be Mark, pulled out and stood over her, stroking himself. Jeff announced that he was close too, and she rolled off of him, allowing him to get up and do similarly, while she knelt on her knees, holding up her breasts to make a target for them. Mark sprayed his goop across her tits a few seconds first. When she had four loads of cum on her, Lucia relaxed on the floor while the guys picked up their beers, giving little hoots and high-fives and some of them crashing on the couch; none of them bothering to pick up their pants. They all looked more-or-less satisfied. And Lucia was surprised to find she wasn't. God help her, she wanted more. But not just more of the same. She wanted to make things more interesting. But what's more interesting than what I just did? Four of them and one of me... ...Four of them and only one of me... She had an idea. But it meant casting two separate spells in conjunction with each other, and she was still a little exhausted. She wasn't entirely sure she was up for it. But after she lay and rested for a few minutes, she finally made up her mind to go for it. Somehow the needs of her pussy always seemed to win out in situations like this. She rose to her feet and asked, "May I go wash up in your bathroom?" "Yeah, sure," Mark said. "It's right down the hall." "Don't get too comfortable, boys," she warned with a grin as she turned into the hall, "'cause I'm coming back with a surprise!" She heard the excited murmurs as she disappeared from their view. She shut the bathroom door behind her and proceeded to wash the men's spend off of herself. As soon as she was clean and had toweled off, she shut her eyes and focused hard, and whispered, "Eilukan som predas." She'd only tried this spell once before, and that had been several years ago. The sudden reminder of what its effects felt like was a bit jarring. She felt an electric surge through her body, the feeling of being stretched and the disorienting effect of her senses going crazy. But as soon as it had all calmed down and her heart and breath resumed their normal pace, she opened her eyes. All four pairs of them. There was no longer just one woman standing in that bathroom. There were four. Four Lucia's. They all thought as one, all with the same consciousness, but they each moved independently, looking around at each other and sharing the same thought: we look good. But she still had another spell to cast, because it certainly wouldn't do for the guys to see four of the same woman suddenly walk out of the bathroom. Three out of the four were going to have to use a disguise spell. This was still a bit risky; she could only maintain the duplication spell for an hour or two maximum, and casting another one on herself while that one was still active was going to cut that time nearly in half. But she had no intention of backing out now. One of the four left her eyes open, planning to keep her own red, wavy hair, green eyes and sloping C-cup breasts. The other three closed their eyes, and each simultaneously whispered, "Eilukan ziidas." There was a brief flash of light, and when it cleared, each had taken the new look they had envisioned. Two had gone blonde, one increasing her height a few inches; the third had dropped a few inches and gone to curly black hair. Other small changes had been made to each of them, from facial structure to cup size and such. They each looked around at each other, and the same through passed through each Lucia: We're gonna have fun! The Lucia who still looked like Lucia returned first, finding the guys sitting around, still naked—very good—just chatting and sipping their beers. They looked up when she reentered the room, and jumped out of their seats when the other three appeared. "Surprise!" She heard W-questions starting to form on their lips, but these were quickly silenced when each Lucia made a bee-line for one of the guys, dropped to her knees, and began sucking his cock back to life. None of them really knew nor cared which guy they were giving head to, each simply choosing one at random and forgetting his face as soon as his cock was in her mouth. Once all four guys were up and ready again, the four Lucia's each stood up, and as one, her four voices unanimously said "Come give us those cocks, boys!" Even she heard how eerie the effect sounded, but it didn't stop each of the guys from stepping forward and giving her what she asked for. *** Though Meagan had asked for it, she hadn't gotten it right away. Isabelle didn't want her to rush things too much. First she had made Meagan lie down on the floor, and for several minutes Meagan simply lay there with Six's head between her legs. Then it had turned to Isabelle's head between her legs, and then it had turned to both of them, with Isabelle's tongue competing with Six's for ground on Meagan's slit. It wasn't until Meagan had started begging for it that they finally consented. Isabelle knelt over Meagan from the side while Six knelt between her legs. Isabelle could see the storm of eagerness warring with anxiety in Meagan's face. "Just relax," Isabelle said. "It'll hurt for a minute, but then it'll start becoming the best thing you've ever felt." Meagan nodded, and Six began to slowly push his way in. Instantly Meagan's face contorted, her eyes squeezed shut and she bit her lip as a long, drawn-out whimper escaped her throat. "Oh my god, Izzy, he's huge! He's tearing me apart!" "I know, I know," Isabelle said, putting a hand on her sister's shoulder. "Just hold on." With that Six began slowly, ponderously thrusting in and out of Meagan. Isabelle watched and waited for the tense, contorted look of agony to leave her sister's face, and it seemed to take forever, but at last she saw Meagan's face beginning to relax. Meagan's eyes opened and she took a moment to look up at what Six was doing, before her head fell back and her eyes closed again, and to Isabelle's delight she heard a soft moan come out of Meagan's mouth. "Wow, it is starting to feel good! ...Ooh, I like it, Izzy!" "That's it, Meg!" Isabelle grinned. "You want him to go faster?" "Yeah! Do it faster!" Six immediately obeyed, beginning to increase his pace, and Meagan's moans took a sharp elevation in frequency and volume. Impulsively, Isabelle lowered her head and extended a tongue to Meagan's erect nipple. She could tell by the subtle changes in the noise Meagan was making that she liked that. And the more noise Meagan made, the wetter Isabelle found herself getting. Isabelle continued running her tongue in lazy circles around Meagan's nipple for a few minutes, until she heard Meagan make the thunderous announcement that she was about to cum. At that point Isabelle's attention focused on watching Six pumping in and out of her sister's folds, hearing Meagan's cries steadily rising, culminating in a final scream that accompanied Meagan thrashing on the floor, and Six pulling out of her and shooting a white spray across her belly. Meagan lay there for a moment, catching her breath, and Isabelle lowered her mouth to kiss her deeply. Meagan threw an arm around Isabelle's neck and returned the kiss with an enthusiasm she'd never shown before. Then suddenly Isabelle stopped and looked behind her, realizing something should have happened that hadn't. Six was still there, crouched on his knees, with that magnificent weapon of his still standing ready. "Hey, why aren't you disappearing?" she asked, and then wondered if that had come out a little too harsh. "Because Meagan is not yet satisfied," was Six's reply. Isabelle looked straight down into Meagan's face. "You want more?" "I want him to do it to you," Meagan said. "Six, I want to see you do that to my sister now." Conjuresses Ch. 02 Isabelle was about to get up and turn around, but she had barely started to move when she felt Six's hands take hold of her ass, prompting her to freeze. And although her opening was already quite moist, she barely had time to prepare herself mentally before she felt the tip of his weapon pressing against it. There were no words of protest; the only thing that came out of Isabelle's mouth was a long groan as Six pushed his way inside her. It suddenly occurred to Isabelle as she felt him begin thrusting that this was exactly what she needed. She hadn't honestly realized just how hot she'd gotten watching Six take her sister's maidenhood. She needed the act reciprocated more than anything, and Meagan seemed to know that. Grunting with the force of Six's thrusts, she looked down lovingly at her sister beneath her. She brought her head down and they locked lips again. They stayed this way, making out continuously with Isabelle moaning into Meagan's mouth as Six continued fucking her. Their tongue duel went uninterrupted until Isabelle felt a new sensation added to the one of Six's cock. Her head jerked up with a gasp, and she looked down the narrow gap between her and Meagan's bodies, and saw Meagan's hand extended to rub Isabelle's clit next to the enormous cock that was thrusting in and out of her. Isabelle fitted a small chuckle in between her gasps, and took a hold of Meagan's right breast as she lowered her head to resume their kiss. It didn't take much longer for both Meagan and Six to bring Isabelle to a crashing orgasm. Her body stiffened and she screamed against Meagan's mouth. Never once during her orgasm did she break off the kiss. And still Six continued fucking her relentlessly. After several more minutes, Isabelle finally released herself from Meagan's lips and looked behind her to say something she had never said before: "I want you to cum inside me." Six only nodded, and it didn't take much longer for him to oblige. She began coming again almost instantly when she felt his magically produced seed flooding her insides. Six pulled out of her, and Isabelle collapsed on top of her sister as she let her second orgasm subside. "Thank you, Meg," she said. "No, thank you, Izzy." Then both sisters lifted their heads to look at the figure standing over them now. "Thank you, Six," they both said. "You are quite welcome, ladies," he said before vanishing back into the stone. *** Lucia had lost all track of time by now, just changing positions whenever she felt like it. By this point two of her were sharing one guy, one sitting on his lap and the other on his face; another was on the couch laying on a guy's chest with another kneeling over her, a cock in both of her entrances; the fourth knelt on all fours on the coffee table being fucked from behind. She'd also completely lost track of how many times she'd gotten off; after all, that was a hard thing to keep track of when there were four of her. So naturally when she started feeling some sort of build-up, she thought at first that she was about to cum again, until she realized that all four of her were feeling it at the same time. And it definitely wasn't a build-up to orgasm. It was one of the spells beginning to break down. And worse, she couldn't even tell which one it was. She wouldn't have much longer— All four of her bodies started trembling, and not naturally. "Uh-oh," all four of her said simultaneously. There was an electric surge and her four bodies suddenly turned to ethereal shapes, and began rushing together to a singular spot in the room. They converged, became solid, and Lucia was one again. The guys stared at her, completely agape, sputtering more Wh-questions. She'd let herself get careless, and now she needed to clean up the situation quick before things got completely out of hand. "Nemei!" she shouted, waving her hand in front of the guys. Each of them went down, dropping into a heap on the floor—but then she realized to her horror that only three out of the four had fallen asleep; Mark had only dropped to his knees and was supporting his weight against the table. She'd used too much energy already. "Wh-what... the fuck... are you?" Lucia turned, snatched up her dress from the floor, and bolted for the front door. *** After picking up their clothes and locking the "study" behind them, the girls showered together. For a while they only stood under the spray of hot water, holding each other and kissing passionately. Then Isabelle moved around behind her sister, picked up the soap and reached around to rub it in circles over Meagan's front. Meagan shut her eyes and lay her head back against Isabelle's chest with a soft moan as Isabelle ran the soap over her breasts in circles that tightened around her nipples. Isabelle's other hand joined in, spreading the suds around Meagan's body, all over her breasts, along her stomach, her hips, her thighs, down the fronts of her legs, up the backs of them, over her ass, her back, and finally over her shoulders and down her arms. Meagan continued softly moaning throughout this, her eyes staying closed and her head lazily rolling about. Isabelle signaled she was finished with a kiss on Meagan's cheek. Meagan turned around and purposefully pressed their bodies together, rubbing what soap hadn't already washed off onto Isabelle. Their tongues were deep in each other's mouths when Isabelle placed the soap in her sister's hand, and then Meagan began reciprocating the favor that Isabelle had offered her. She began soaping up Isabelle's breasts with the diligence of a painter, and as they rinsed off she extended her tongue to toy with Isabelle's freshly washed nipples. She traced the soap down along Isabelle's stomach, and then came to her groin. Her hand movements reduced to much smaller circles, but she started pressing harder. Isabelle rolled her head back and groaned. Two of Meagan's fingers left their grip on the soap and pressed themselves onto Isabelle's sex. Isabelle gasped as those fingers moved over her clit and slowly slid along her valley and then made the slightest peek into her opening. Isabelle suddenly stopped what Meagan was doing by grabbing her and pulling her into another heated kiss. After they got out of the shower and toweled off, they walked with one towel wrapped around both of them to the closest bedroom, which was Isabelle's. As soon as the door was shut behind them, they dropped the towel and began kissing again. Isabelle took Meagan's hand, and they ran and jumped onto the bed and stood on their knees to make out for a moment more, and rub their tits against each other. Then they sat down, each of them putting her right leg over her sister's left, and began grinding their clits together. They spent a long time simply staring at each other as they did this, watching the expression of pleasure on the other's face, gasping and grunting together. They each put one hand down to rub themselves as their crotches bumped and ground, and they kept their mouths apart for as long as they could stand to, but at last they bent forward and resumed tongue dueling, muffling the squeals that both of them continued making. They remained thus, writhing about with both their mouths and their clits pressing together, until a wondrous climax sent both of them flying apart screaming. They lay on the bed panting for a while, and then curled up together and pulled the sheets over themselves. Lying entwined with her sister, Isabelle looked at the clock, and saw that it was almost eleven. I wonder what Mom's off doing... "Hey, Izzy?" Meagan said. "Yeah?" "I was just thinking about something... Mom created Six, right?" "Yeah?" "And she's created others before him..." "Yeah, so?" "Well, I was just thinking, if Mom can create a guy like that, why can't we?" Isabelle sat bolt upright. "We could make one of our own!" "Yeah!" Meagan said, sitting up with her. "We could have our own to play with, and we wouldn't have to borrow Mom's!" Suddenly Isabelle had another thought. "Wait, even better: we could each create our own guy!" Meagan gasped and smiled wide, and the girls fell into an embrace, making happy and excited little squeals. "Girls?" Isabelle started making shush noises and the girls ducked back down into the bed. "Yes Mom?" Isabelle cautiously said. "What's going on in there?" "Nothing. We're just... just having a little pillow fight." Meagan put a hand over her mouth and snickered. Isabelle put a quieting finger to her smiling lips. "Alright. I'm going to bed. Goodnight, girls." "Goodnight Mom." They waited until they heard their mother's bedroom door close, and then lay back down making muffled giggles at each other. "We'll wait 'til the next time Mom leaves," Isabelle whispered. *** Edmund Tiberius Rafe was sure of it now. The emanations from his crystal were faint when they started yesterday; faint enough that he wasn't sure he was really feeling it at all. But this time it was coming through much stronger. There could be no mistaking it at this point. Lucia's daughters had used the book. To Be Continued...