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Font of Fertility Ch. 01

By: BreakTheBar



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 All Characters are 18 years or older. 

This story takes place in an urban fantasy setting, or more appropriately it is modern day with magic. It is also the beginning of a longer series, so I hope you enjoy and keep your eyes open for further installments.

Big thanks to Ante_matter13 for his fantastic editing.

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*** 1 - Virgin No More ***

This was the first time I was having sex, and I was pretty sure shit was not going like it was supposed to.

First off, the whole 'awkward being naked with someone else' thing, and the 'first time putting it in properly' and all that stuff didn't help matters, but we laughed it off. Lauren was beautiful, even if she was a bit of a tomboy. A heart shaped face and bright grey eyes, a cute little nose and a ready smile framed by wavy pixie-cut dirty blonde hair. I'd known her almost my entire life and I had never seen her grow it past her shoulders; when we were kids she had even kept it hidden up in a ballcap most of the time. Not quite rail thin, Lauren was captain of the high school long distance track team which meant she was obsessed with fitness. The only reason she wasn't winning every event she went to, at least according to her, was her well developed chest. It was probably also her most distracting feature, at least to an eighteen year old kid like me.

It was after school, a couple days before winter break of our Senior year and two weeks after my eighteenth birthday. Two days ago I had finally worked up the courage to ask her out. Thankfully, she'd said yes, punching me in the shoulder and remarking she'd almost given up on me. Not without some good-natured exasperation, I might add. Years of friendship wasn't enough for either of us any more. Lauren was actually my oldest friend, since I only met my two other best friends, Jay and Benji, in high school. Lauren and I went out to a movie that night and ended up making out in her car. First base? Check. Second base? Check. Third base? She'd grabbed my hand and shoved it down her jean fronts, whispering about how wet she was.

If I hadn't already been hard, her straddling me in that passenger seat with her shirt up above her tits, you would have heard the sproing three blocks over. Anyways, third base was a half check because as soon as I got a feel she pulled away and said we should probably get home.

Two days to Christmas break and Lauren and I were officially a couple. Jay wasn't surprised at all, but Benji seemed annoyed and admitted he'd had a crush on Lauren for a while. I bought him half a pizza at lunch and we were cool, he'd never been the kind of guy to get hung up.

Everything was going great for maybe the first time in my life. Unlike Lauren, I wasn't a jock. Hell, I wasn't even a band geek or a computer whiz or anything. I was pretty much just an average guy with average grades, an average appearance and an average home life. The only thing I had going for me at school was my friendship with Lauren, and the only thing I had outside of school was a stack of manuscripts I had written but never been able to finish. Seven novels, sixteen short stories, a book's worth of crappy poetry and the makings of three plays and a movie. The only people who knew about my obsession were my parents, my sister Stacy, and Lauren.

She'd brought me back to her house saying we should study for a biology quiz I didn't remember being assigned. When we got to her place no one was home and she said I should wait in the hallway for a second while she cleaned up her room. One minute later she opened the door and posed sexily against the doorframe in nothing but a red bra and pair of panties. "Are you ready for your Anatomy lesson?"

After a moment's hesitation of pure shock, my boner took control and I picked her up over my shoulder and carried her into the room as she laughed. Over the years that laugh had warmed me inside and out, but now for the first time I felt like it was all for me. I tossed her onto the bed and we looked at each other for a long moment before I scrambled to get my shirt off while she went for my pants.

Suffice to say, young love isn't what they make it out to be. There were 'ows' and 'wait, wait, wait!' and 'not like that' and a plethora of other stumbling blocks. Eventually we were both naked and had groped each other enough that we were both feeling ready. I took my dick, which I'd always felt was probably just on the smaller size of average, and rubbed it up and down her clean shaven slit a couple of times before we looked into each other's eyes. She gave me a little wide eyed nod and I gave a push.

That was when stuff started to get weird. The first thrust, that horribly awkward first attempt, broke her hymen and she closed her eyes, bit her lips and sharply inhaled. At the same time I was distracted from the fact that my dick was finally where it was supposed to be by the fact that I was seeing spots. And not just those spots you see when you're about to black out, I mean colourful shit exploding like fucking fireworks on the inside of my skull.

Lauren opened her eyes and looked up at me, still as cute as possible biting her lower lip, and nodded that I should keep going. So I did, maybe another inch. Her breath was slower this time, her chest rising sexily as she inhaled, her pert tits looking fantastic and her puffy pointed nipples standing out and asking to be played with. Unfortunately the fireworks were still going off, and for the next minute and a half I had to ignore some sort of cosmic celebration going on inside my skull as we tried to figure out what it meant to fuck.

I ended up leaning over her, resting on my hands as her legs circled my waist. I was buried in her to the root and we were looking at each other's faces, searching to see if we were both doing it right. I'm pretty sure mine was saying 'yes, god damn yes!' but I was desperately trying to figure out why she didn't seem as ecstatic as I felt.

My problem is that I second guess myself. A lot. It's why I have a pile of manuscripts I've never submitted; it's why I took seven years to ask Lauren out and it's why, even with me buried in her as we panted our way through a rhythmically impaired first time, I felt like I wasn't good enough for my best friend. It wasn't that I doubted my skills, she'd liked it fine when I'd gone down on her for a couple minutes. Porn, or at least extrapolating from it, had served me well.

It had to be my dick. Fireworks in my head, her sexy body moving underneath mine, and all I could think about was how I wished my dick was bigger. Like three inches more, that was all I wanted. Bring me from 5ish up to eight and I'd be damn happy. I gritted my teeth and started thrusting into her a bit harder as that thought ran through my mind over and over. To stack another oddity onto the fireworks shit going on in my head, I was now fucking my girlfriend to the mantra 'Three. Damn. Inches. Three. Damn. Inches.'

That was when the fireworks stopped and Lauren's eyes went wide. Her mouth opened into an 'Oh' shape and then she bit her bottom lip again, this time with an enraptured look on her face. Her brow furrowed slightly, her cheeks flushed just a hint more and her breath became more rapid and shallow. At the same time her pussy, which don't get me wrong until now had been wonderful, suddenly got way more snug and almost like it had changed in texture or something. It wasn't just wet and warm anymore, it was god damn velvety.

"Holy shit," she managed, the first thing either of us had said to each other since the first penetration. Her hands, which had been gripping the sheets until now, reached up and pulled my face to hers and she kissed me fiercely, her tongue shooting into my mouth as I kept up the new rhythm I'd finally found.

The kiss ended when we both needed to breathe and she looked up at me, sweat soaking us both, and she groaned out, "Keep fucking going, I'm so fucking close babe. God, you're so big."

Yeah, I thought to myself, I might actually make her cum! My first time and- wait. I'm so big? There was no way, even being virgins, both of us didn't know I wasn't a big dicked guy. Hell, she'd been able to get almost my entire cock in her mouth when she gave me a tentative blowjob as part of our fast paced foreplay. Now she was moaning about how big I am?

Still, I could feel her pussy tightening around me as I thrust away. She was thrusting back up at me now, her tits bouncing in a way that was god damn sexy and she was making little grunt noises every time our pelvises slapped together.

"Unh, Unh, Unh, Come on, Almost there." She said, then she looked up at me with a face in between 'Fucking ravage me' and 'Please I'm so close.'

"Oh shit," I said, "I'm gonna fucking blow."

She slapped me and I saw spots again, and this time it was the dazed kind. A full force, straight out slap and then she moaned out, "Don't you fucking dare, not till I'aaaaaaammmm uuughh!" She came. Her pussy clamped down and it felt like I was about to lose my dick as I tried a couple of tentative motions as her body tensed below me. She shuddered a few times, eyes screwed shut, one hand pinching one of her delicious nipples and the other clenched into my shaggy hair. After a long fifteen seconds she relaxed with a moan and let go of me, blinking rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

I moved slowly, thrusting deeply into her and she groaned loudly and leaned up for another kiss, this one less fierce and more loving. She pulled back her mouth so just our foreheads were touching. "Fuck that's good. Are you almost...?"

"Ungh, yeah." I replied, slowly pulling back out before thrusting in again. "Almost... where should I...?"

She groaned as I pulled out again before quickly thrusting back in. The fireworks were growing in my head again, making it hard to concentrate on anything. "Fuck. Ooooh. Kay, when you're about to, pull out and shoot it all over my pussy. Fuck, I wanna feel it so bad but it's not... uuugh... not safe."

Shoot it all over her pussy? Fuck that was hot. All it took was three more thrusts accompanied by her pleasure-ridden moans and groans and I had to pull out. I went to rip the condom off my dick and that was when I realized it wasn't just the fireworks and the feelings and everything that was making this one hell of a weird trip.

My dick was fucking big. Like, stretching the condom to the limit big. It all registered, but I might as well have been on autopilot or having some out of body experience. I got the condom off, pumped myself twice and then exploded. The first volley missed Lauren's pussy altogether, trailing from the dense but trimmed diamond of pubic hair above her mound up to her belly button. The second one I hit right on, followed by the third and fourth. The huge globs I'd shot immediately started dripping down her flushed lips and I felt myself clench a couple more times, but there wasn't anything left to give at that point.

"Ooooh, fuuuuck." She groaned, tweaking her nipples as she closed her eyes and let herself wallow in whatever she was feeling. Panting and gasping, I collapsed, barely maneuvering myself from over top of her, my face buried in a pillow for a long moment before I managed to roll onto my side and look at her. She was up on her elbows, legs still spread and as I watched she reached down with one hand and swept up most of the cum settling on her pussy. Then she brought her loaded finger's worth of cum up to her mouth and took a big lick.

"God damn," I said, feeling my dick twitch in response to the sight.

She grinned and looked at me innocently, "What? I wanted to try it." And then licked her finger again, grinning at me.

"Damn boy, you really did turn her into a little cumbucket, didn't you?"

We both jumped at the voice, scrambling to try and cover ourselves, looking around wildly trying to figure out where it had come from.

"Oh come now, suddenly so shy? After that performance you ought to be getting ready for round two." The voice was unmistakeable; a fierce black woman was haunting Lauren's bedroom.

Lauren's arm was looped through mine and she was pressing herself into me. Despite the startling voice and the fact that I could still feel the fireworks in my head even if they weren't clouding my vision, I was totally aware of her nipple pressing into my arm and the fact that one of her legs was curled up and onto mine.

"Uhm, Lauren," I said quietly as we both looked around the room, "How long has your room been haunted?"

"Haunted! Well that's just horse shit now. Wabam!" Suddenly a miniature version of a rotund black woman appeared in a puff of smoke, laying seductively on the end of the bed just past our feet. "Well hello there, baby." She was dressed in a little golden vest that stretched over her immense cleavage, her big belly blocking whatever she might be wearing lower. "Mmm, now you two were just fantastic to watch. You sure you don't feel like going at it again?"

All I could do was gape at the tiny being as she waved a hand as if she expected us to just start fucking like rabbits so she could watch. Lauren spoke up, though, "Who- Who are you? What are you?"

"Oh," the black woman said, "Well look at that, the cum dumpster speaks. Not that there's anything wrong with that hun, no offence and all that." The woman stood, somehow looking majestic despite her diminutive stature and odd apparel. Her hair, thickly braided, ran down her back and pooled on the bed behind her. "My name is Adama, Patron of Fertility, Mentor of Magic and Fifth Seat on the Council of Threes." She broke her pose then, leaning in conspiratorially towards Lauren and speaking in a stage whisper, "And I'm a bit of a cum dumpster too, honey." She winked then straightened back, walking up the bed and between my legs, Lauren moving away from her cautiously.

"Now, my boy, I think a little congratulations are in order!" Her voice suddenly got louder, more full, as if she were proclaiming something in front of a crowd. "Jeremiah Arthur Grant, you are hereby welcomed into the motherly folds of the Great Order of Fertility Shamans. Let all those of the Order know henceforth you are under the Great Mother's protection and shall not be accosted, manipulated or otherwise afflicted. So shall it be." And she clapped her hands, her belly and immense breasts jiggling as a boom seemed to echo like far away thunder. Her broad smile was probably meant to be disarming, but Lauren and I both just sat, frozen and watching her.

I finally managed to speak up, "What... what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

The black woman rolled her eyes and sat down cross-legged, looking up at me from between my legs. "It means that when you," she pointed at me, "did the nasty with her," she pointed to Lauren, "You manifested a power that's deep in your bones, and then you cast a spell using the energy you'd gathered."

"Wha-" I started, stammering, but Lauren cut me off.

"Are you saying he has a magic dick?"

"Not just a magic dick," Adama replied, grinning ear to ear, "He's all sorts of magic, girly. The more pussy he fucks and the more pleasure he brings to his partners, the more magic he stores up until he uses it. Get it?" Lauren nodded, and Adama turned to me, "Got it?" I nodded too even though I was feeling a little lost.

"Good. Well, I've got to go for now, but do me a favour. Fuck her good, cause judging by the time, you've got another solid hour before her parents get home, son." Adama made some sort of wiggling motion that looked important, but I cut her off as she went to clap her hands above her head.

"Wait!"

Adama stopped and quirked an eyebrow at me. "I've got time for one quick question there, boo. I'm running out of time here."

"Uh.. umm..." I looked at Lauren, who was just as wide eyed as I felt. Nothing there but shock. I looked back to Adama. "What, uh, what spell did I cast and when you say 'more' pussy, am I supposed to have sex with more than Lauren?"

Adama gave me a look then rolled her eyes. "Pushing your luck, boy. I'm a mentor not the internet. Yes, you're going to need to fuck more than the pretty little thing next to you. She's just not gonna be able to cut it, nothing against you babygirl," She gave Lauren an apologetic look.

"Hold on, I'm not just gonna go fucking random girls-"

"Oh, not random honey. Well, sometimes random, but you're gonna need to build yourself a harem of girls ready and willing whenever you need them. Never know when you gotta drop a big spell to squash a rogue mage or rebellious entity."

"Hold on, what if I'm not okay with that?" Lauren spoke up angrily.

Another look from Adama, "Oh you little thing, tell me something. Even knowing Jeremiah needs to go fuck for a living, are you ever going to be able to walk away from him?"

Lauren looked at me, then down at herself, then back to me. When she looked up again her eyes were shining and she was tearing up, "No, I don't think so." My heart stuttered and I wanted to bring her in to me and kiss her and tell her the same, but all I could do in the situation was reach over and grab her hand.

"That's 'cause you're his Prime, baby. Not just his first, but his main squeeze. You're the yin to his yang, the bang to his buck. It's not just because of this, it's why I'm even here at all. You two have a connection that sparked his powers, and it's a good thing you fucked when you did, otherwise one of the other Seats might have reached out and snagged him and let me tell you, the Font of Fertility is way more fun than any of the others."

"Now," Adama continued, "I really do need to go, my babies. As for your spell, Jeremiah, I think you know what it was. Maybe there's some other things a smart boy like you should consider doing with this hint." She winked again, then did the wiggle and clapped her hands over her head. Another puff of smoke and Adama was gone.

Lauren and I sat for a long moment, staring at the spot where the tiny black woman had been standing. Then we both opened our mouths and said, "What the fuck?"

*** 2 - What Just Happened? ***

We sat in silence, naked, until Lauren eased off the bed and put on a housecoat. I pulled the sheets up to cover myself, and we just looked at each other for a while, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

Finally, Lauren broke the silence, "Well, I guess you weren't lying about being a virgin too." And she actually chuckled and sent a small smile my way. The tension I hadn't realized I'd been holding on to slowly eased out of me and I was able to take a deep breath.

"OK, I... I don't know what that was, Lauren, but uh... the stuff before the... yeah, the stuff before. That was just, wow. You're beautiful. And sexy. Thank you?"

She snorted and laughed, that same laugh from when I'd thrown her over my shoulder just half an hour ago. "Well, you were pretty fucking fantastic too, and I'm pretty sure we'll do it again. Soon." She sat down cross-legged on the bed beside me, the bottom of the robe sliding up her toned thighs and I couldn't help but glance a few times. Sure, we might have just had sex followed by some sort of paranormal experience, but that didn't mean I wasn't interested in seeing if her cooch was teasing me from under that draped hem.

Unfortunately, it wasn't. Fortunately, Lauren saw me and with a wry smirk she flipped the front hem of the robe up, flashing me her pussy for a couple of seconds.

"But, Jerry, the other stuff. After. That was like some crazy pornographic Harry Potter shit. Babe, I think you just got your fucking letter to Hogwarts."

And she was right, but how could she be right? It was nonsense, and I said as much. "There's no way that was real. We had to have been having some sort of crazy shared vision or something. Do you smell gas or anything? Like, are we high on fumes?"


Font of Fertility Ch. 01



"Hun, I think there's only one way we'll know if it was real or not."

I looked at her confused, then her eyes dropped down to my crotch. In all the commotion I'd forgotten. The little black woman, Adama, had mentioned that the first spell I had cast we would definitely know about, and when I'd been spraying my jizz all over Lauren's pelvis I had noticed that one very important thing.

I lowered the sheet and we both stared at my half-chubbed dick. Now, before this entire encounter I admit, I was a grower not a shower. Soft, my dick looked small, hard it still wasn't impressive, just... average. Now, it sat there, running part way down my leg in a way I'd never seen before. Half, maybe a third charged, it was easily a good six inches.

Lauren reached out and took a hold of it carefully and I involuntarily twitched it at the touch. "Babe, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, but this is definitely bigger than before." And she unceremoniously dropped her mouth to my cock and took a couple sucks. Other than the light headed feeling of pleasure, I could feel somewhere in the back of my mind the fireworks, but they were more like little glimmers now than the whole fanfare. Was that going to happen every time I had sex? Truthfully, it was god damned distracting.

Releasing my cock with a pop, Lauren looked up at me with a grin. "I think I like sucking your dick, babe. But seriously, look at this thing now." I was at full mast and she was holding me at the base, her hand looking small as it tried to hold on to my eight and a bit inches. It was big, a couple of prominent veins bulging. "This is... This is one fucking majestic dick. Like pornstar dick. It's just..." She leaned her head down and took another suck. "Fuck, it makes me hot just looking at it. And it's definitely bigger."

She grinned naughtily then, "Thanks, by the way." And she punched me in the arm. "Of course your first spell or whatever was to give yourself a bigger fucking dick. No world peace or solving hunger for Jeremiah Grant, no. All he wants is a bigger dick to fuck his girlfriend with."

She smiled and slipped her legs out behind her, laying down as she put her face up next to my dick. It was almost taller than her head. "I mean the sex was good before you did this, but god damn, J. I felt it grow inside me all at once and for a second I'd thought that was what you coming in the condom was feeling like but then it just stuck around." She turned her head and kissed the shaft lovingly. "So, what else do you think you can do with your magic dick?"

"I have no fucking clue," I replied dumbly as she kissed my shaft again. Adama had said this was a hint, so I tried to extrapolate what it meant. I fucked Lauren, I got powered up and when I concentrated hard enough I made my dick bigger. That meant I could influence my body, my biology. Looking down my body at her I knew there were definitely some more changes I'd like to make. I wasn't athletic by any means, soft bodied would be the word I would use, particularly when lying next to Lauren. Muscles for sure, not young Schwarzenegger crazy, but maybe Michelangelo's David with a bigger dick. Fill out my beard so it wasn't as thin whenever I didn't shave. No more butt hair, or the little patch of hair on my back where a birthmark was.

I thought about doing something to my pubes when I realized there was one thing I had to do if I was going to be having a lot of sex to be able to do any of this. "I know what the next spell has to be."

"Oh yeah?" She'd been watching me think with curious eyes, face leaning against my dick. She was looking at me playfully and stuck out her tongue, running just the tip along my shaft. Fuck that felt weird and good. "What's that? And if you say bigger tits for me, I don't want them."

"No, your boobs are fantastic," I responded without thinking, but the look she gave me said I had definitely blurted out the right thing. "What's the one thing we have to worry about if we start having sex all the time?"

She smiled again at that, raising an eyebrow as if to say, 'Oh, sex all the time eh?' But instead of making another joke she thought for a moment before realization struck, "Oh, fuck. Me getting pregnant. Wait, I am not helping you to cast a sterilization spell on me. I do want kids someday."

I couldn't help the chuckle I let out, "No, no. Not you, me. I'll make it so until I decide otherwise, my cum won't be... uh, effective I guess?"

"So... you're gonna shoot blanks until you cast another spell?"

"Well I don't know how all this works, but that's what I want to try."

"But that means we can go bareback, no condoms necessary." She grinned again, raising up to sit on her legs. "Wherever we want, whenever we want sounds pretty hot."

I nodded, eyes drinking her in as she slipped the housecoat off of her body. She really did have some pretty fantastic tits, hanging perky and full, almost like they were just about to roll off of something but never quite making it. No sag, just fullness.

"Well then, I guess we'd better start working on that spell." She said it quietly and my dick twitched again at how sexy she looked as she moved her face over top my cock, eyes locked with mine. "How long did Adama say we had?"

"I think like an hooouuuurrr." My eyes rolled as she dropped her mouth onto my dick again and really started sucking. Whatever she may have lacked in practiced technique she was definitely making up for it with gusto. "Ooooh man, Lauren. So good, how is that so good?"

She was bobbing onto the first five or so inches and I could feel my dick brushing the back of her throat. She looked up at me for a moment before closing her eyes and trying to take more, pushing her head down until I felt my head nudging firmly at her throat. After a couple of seconds she pulled off gasping, strings of spit connecting her to my dick for a moment before they snapped.

"Fuck, I wanted to see if I could deep throat." I'd known Lauren watched porn, but hearing her just say the words 'deep throat' was fucking hot. She looked down at my dick again, then back at my face. "Push my head down."

"What?"

"Oh come on, you and I both know if I can deep throat this fucking amazing cock you're gonna love it and I'm telling you right now, I'm gonna love doing it. So when I pat your leg, force my head down on it, ok?"

"Alright," I agreed with some trepidation, not really sure I wanted to force her into anything. What if I hurt her or she started choking? Well, I guess that was the point, wasn't it?

She dropped back down, bobbing a couple times with longer and longer strokes until she was bumping against the entrance to her throat again. With my dick still in her mouth she shifted her body, face down and her ass up in the air, then she patted my leg. I took her head in both hands, my fingers entangling with her short, wavy hair and as she pressed herself down, my dick nudging at the entrance to her throat, I pushed her forcefully. For one long second I thought there was no way it was going to happen, but then she did something like she tried swallowing and immediately slid another two inches into her mouth.

"Oh, fuuuuuuuck." The squeezing, wet warmth as she continued to swallow, her tongue running around my shaft, was like nothing I could have imagined. She looked up at me and I looked down, our eyes meeting as she pushed herself the last inch, wrapping her lips around the root of my dick for one long moment before she pulled off, gasping and coughing and making me worry.

I tried to move to help her but she put out a hand telling me not to. She coughed a couple more times before croaking out, "No, no, practice'll make perfect. Fuck that was hot, I felt like you were gonna reach my stomach." And with that she dropped back down again, fishing my head around the entrance to her throat until she got the right maneuver and swallowed it down again. This time she managed to bob a few times before pulling off, which was a whole different kind of wow. Spluttering again, she grinned at me, her face a mess of half-shed watery tears and spittle.

I stopped her before she went down again. "Swing your legs over me, I wanna eat you too." She grinned and nodded her assent. She got in position on her hands and knees above me and instantly started gobbling down my cock. Looking down my chest, her tits were pressing into my stomach as she leaned down into it. 

Then I looked more carefully at her beautiful pussy staring me in the face. Lauren was a pale girl with a hint of golden hue to her skin, like she was always just slightly sun kissed. Her pussy, which I had dove into for a few minutes before but not really took the time to study, was completely hairless with thick pouty outer lips and a set of clean little inner lips with a neat clit hood. It was probably one of the sexiest pussies I had ever seen, and by that I meant way better than most of the internet porn I'd watched. And she had that patch of thick, blonde pubic hair trimmed into a diamond above it on her pubic mound. It was almost as thick as the hair on her head, which I found extremely sexy.

Unfortunately, what neither of us had thought of when I offered to eat her out while she went down on me was the fact that we hadn't cleaned the cum off of her from our last round. Sure, she'd scooped a whole glob of it up and sucked it down to try it, but I could still see the partially dry streaks of it covering from her clit all the way to the crack of her ass.

Now, I'd never want to consider myself a prude, but I was not about to lick up my own cum off of her. It just wasn't going to happen. A little bit by accident, sure, whatever, but anything more? It might have been hypocritical if the thought of Lauren sucking her own juices off me sounded amazing, but I wasn't about to go through with that myself.

So instead of just diving right in to the most beautiful pussy I'd ever seen, I sucked my thumbs. First one, then the other, getting them wet, then I started to run each of them up the outsides of her outer lips. I was literally going to clean the cum off of her. I ran my thumbs upwards, driving any of the elements I was finding up towards the crack of her butt.

The funny thing was, as I worked my way in from the outer edges, Lauren started to buck a little bit and groaned on my cock, a sound I repeated when she went down and took me into her throat for a moment. Her pussy literally winked at me then, I swear, and a drip of girl precum oozed lightly from her depths, sliding towards her clit. Finally satisfied that at least everything up to her perineum was clear, I lifted my head and with a broad stroke stabbed her clit hood with my tongue then dragged upwards, rimming around the entrance to her pussy.

Two things happened then. First, I got a taste of her and I loved it, sweet but with a denseness I couldn't describe. Second, Lauren leaned up off of my cock, moaned loudly and said, "Fuck you, how are you that good at this?" Before dropping back down and lightly grazing her teeth along my shaft, making a 'huh huh huh' laugh as she felt me shiver beneath her at the feeling.

So we went at it for probably another five minutes, Lauren trying out different ways to suck a dick and me figuring my way properly around a vagina. There were some 'ouch's and 'no, not like that's but otherwise, it was good. Eventually I had two fingers of my left hand buried in her, making the 'come hither' motion trying to fish for her g-spot (thanks porn!) while I licked around her outer lips and clit. With my other hand I casually ran my thumb along the edge of where her ass and legs met, then up the cleft until I landed it on her little asshole and rubbed carefully at it.

She came, and boy did she cum. For the last fifteen seconds, Lauren had pulled off my cock and been groaning into the room, letting out little, 'Oh, fucks.' Afterward, I guessed it had been a double trigger that had set it off. First, my fingers found her g-spot and rubbed it the right way, and second I surprise stimulated her asshole.

She squirted, three fantastic spurts, as I removed my fingers from her pussy thinking I knew what was happening. I was right, and I caught all three blasts to the chest and face. It wasn't as powerful as some of the stuff you see online, but it was definitely a thing. That same sweet, complex taste was awash in my mouth and her scent was all over me.

Lauren was shaking from her orgasm, so I grabbed her ass firmly with both hands and gave her pussy, which was twitching before my eyes, a long kiss that only extended her post-climax comedown.

Eventually she was able to turn to me with a look on her face between 'oh hell yeah' and 'what the fuck did you do.' Looking at me, splattered in her juices, the look disappeared and she grinned shakily. "Whoops, well that's never happened before."

"Gotta be honest," I replied, "Kinda hope it does again, 'cause that was fucking hot. You taste delicious."

"Oh yeah?" And she swivelled, removing her rear end from my face and then kissing me roughly and sloppily. Her tongue squeezed out from between our lips as she tried to lick up some of her girl cum. Yep, apparently she had no problems with her juices, it was just me with mine.

She stopped kissing me and grinned mischievously again, "Oh look, I'm on top. Haven't tried that yet." And without further preamble she stood up on her knees, fished my cock out from between her legs where she was straddling me, and put it in position.

"Whoa, wait. I haven't been able to cast the spell yet."

She shrugged, "Don't care, just do it before you cum then you do it wherever you want."

That was too good an offer to pass up, the thought that it might not work not really taking hold in my head as Lauren slowly lowered herself onto me. I watched as, for the first time, I felt what so many POV internet videos had shown me before. Real life was way better.

She got the head and first couple inches of shaft in on the first go, her steaminess and the work over I'd just given her making it easy. She bobbed up then back down, taking another inch and a half. A couple of short bobs and she drew almost all the way up before coming down again. I had six inches buried in her now. I looked up to her face and saw she had been staring down at where we were meeting just like I had been. I continued to watch her face as she drew back up, a look of determination as her brow furrowed cutely, and then slammed herself down, taking me to the base. My head eased back and I groaned. Her eyes rolled back for a second and she moaned much louder, one hand bracing behind her on the bed and the other reaching to her vagina and rubbing at her clit for a moment.

"Fuck that's good." I said.

"Mhmmm."

"You're amazing."

She grinned at that and opened her eyes, "Yeah, well you did pretty fuckin' good when you were on top, so I guess it's my turn." And with that she started bouncing her ass off my legs, the top quarter of my dick staying inside her as she slid up and down. After a few strokes of that she ground her pelvis in a circular motion and we both groaned in unison. I could feel her clit graze across the base of my dick and she flung her head back and groaned as she kept grinding.

I pulled us both back towards the headboard and sat up to her, my arms going around her back and her hard nipples pressing into my chest as I kissed her. We sat like that for maybe half a minute, trying to figure out how we could fuck in that position until we decided there wasn't enough room. I made note of it though, somewhere deep in my head beyond the thunderous lights that were building behind my eyes. That position was for making love, for intimacy. It was just that right now we wanted to fuck.

We repositioned, me lying on the bed face up, my ass right on the edge and my feet spread wide, braced on the floor. Lauren backed up into me this time and I got to watch as she worked my dick into her from behind. God that was hot, watching her firm runner's ass and her stretching pussy gobble up my new dick. She started bouncing again, this time a little more smoothly since she had her feet on the floor and was able to brace herself on my knees. I watched as her ass bopped up and down, then without warning her I started thrusting up into her as she came down on me.

"Oh shit!" She exclaimed and sent a smoky look over her shoulder at me. I nearly came. It was funny, the distraction of the blossoming fireworks starting to take over was the only thing that stopped me from just letting loose. I was also reminded that I was supposed to be trying to cast a spell here, and shooting off into Lauren before it was cast was sort of opposite what the point of this was.

What had I done last time? I just really wanted a bigger dick. Was it the repetition? Fucking to the tune of 'No-Babies. No-Babies,' didn't do anything except make the whole thing feel awkward for a moment. It had to be the concentration, the desire for it. So I focused on what I wanted, forming it in my head as I gripped Lauren's hips and thrust up into her as she slammed down onto me. She growled and I spasmed, almost losing it.

Once I had it settled, how I wanted my sperm to simply die in the womb before insemination could happen unless I specifically intended to impregnate, I threw it into the fireworks. It suddenly seemed more like a pool to me instead of explosions of light. Like acid, it ate away at the thought, shrinking in potency until the thought was gone and the pool was a lot smaller. Just a dim light instead of the fireworks.

"I," pant pant, "I think I did it." I said.

Lauren looked back over her shoulder again at me, "Really, are you sure?"

"Yeah, as sure as I can be."

"So fuckin' pound me. I want to feel you blast off."

Well that got me revved up. I took hold of Lauren's arms for leverage and really started pounding up into her, watching her little ass ripple as my pelvis slammed into it over and over. She started moaning constantly, her hands gripping my forearms and digging in her nails while I held her.

I felt like a fucking god, I was going so hard. I never knew I had it in me.

As a final act, since I had that feeling I was going to blow soon, I let go of her arms and wrapped mine around her chest, pulling her down into me so that I was fucking her from behind, from below, her legs sticking up into the air off kilter as I awkwardly managed to keep thrusting like a jack rabbit.

I hadn't thought about it, but this angle meant my dick was running up the front wall of her vagina and glancing off her g-spot. She started growling again, something primal and I thought it was awesome. "Pull on your nipples," I said, and she did, tweaking them way harder than I ever would have. I kept one arm around her abdomen, keeping her pinned to me with her tits slapping off the top of it as we bounced together, the other I snaked down and found her clit and pinched lightly.

She went off with a howl, her pussy clamping to the point I had to stop thrusting even though I was so close I could practically taste my orgasm. She shuddered violently for just a moment and I could feel wetness dripping down my groin and legs where her juices were leaking profusely. If I'd pulled out she probably would have been squirting again. Instead, though, I was stuck underneath her as she went dead limbed for a brief moment, then rustled as she caught on to herself again.

"Holy shit, you're not done, are you?" She asked, looking at me sideways.

"Nope, close though," I managed to groan out.

"Fucking good, flip us over and do me from behind. Drill me till you're done."

My cock quaked when she said it, and I wasn't about to argue. I rolled us over without pulling out of her and she spread her legs a bit to encourage my access. Otherwise, she could barely rock back towards me she was so drained. It was up to me, so I went for it.




Font of Fertility Ch. 01



Slamming into her, my dick felt like a hot metal rod I was pushing through butter. "Ooooh fuck," I said as I thrust into her repeatedly, jacking up my rhythm until the room was filled with the slap-slap-slap of my pelvis ramming into her ass and legs. "Alright, I'm almost there."

"Ugh, ok. This feels so fucking good babe. Just keep hammering me. Just keep... oooh yeah, fuck. Ok, are you gonna come in me babe? I really fucking want to feel your hot jizz all fucking over. Just fucking fill me up."

That nearly sent me over the edge. I leaned forward and took a handful of her hair close to the scalp, pulling her head back towards me lightly and arching her back. "What was it she called you?"

"Oooooh, I'm a little fucking cumdumpster."

And I went off. I yanked her hair just a fraction more and she growled again, deep in her throat, and at the same time I jammed my dick into her as far as I could and fired off one, two, three jets of cum. Thinking quickly I suddenly pulled out and let go of Lauren, jerking myself twice and then shooting another three blasts onto her ass and bright pink pussy. I got off another couple dribbles that splattered farther along her ass cheeks.

"Oh fuck that feels so fucking good," she said, panting as she stayed laying down, "Warm and gooey, like I'm full of you." One arm came back and as I watched she managed to scoop a finger full of cum out from her ass crack and brought it to her mouth, sucking it down raunchily. "Fuck, one of these days I'm gonna get you to just shoot off in my mouth. But damn, Jeremiah, it feels so fucking naughty having you paint my pussy with your cum."

My dick jerked again involuntarily. When did she get that mouth on her?

*** 3 - Afternoon Fades ***

We laid there for almost twenty minutes, covered in sweat and struggling to remain awake as we just enjoyed being in each other's arms. Lauren transferred another finger or two of cum from her pussy to her mouth during that time, keeping it from just dripping onto her already messed up bedsheets. Watching her, it was like she really enjoyed it, and I had to wonder if it was my magic dick or if Lauren just happened to really like the taste of cum.

We cuddled, curled up into each other, legs intertwined. We had about fifteen minutes until Lauren's parents would be home when she sighed and spoke up. "So, I think I want you to fuck my sister next."

"Wait, what?" The shock and confusion I was feeling was evident.

"Well," Lauren continued, not meeting my gaze, "Adama, that magical black pixie or whatever, she said you had to fuck a lot, and that we couldn't get you enough juice by ourselves. So if you have to make a harem or whatever, I think you should start with my sister."

"O-... Ok, but why her? You really want me to fuck Lindsey?"

"Well, we both know she's a total slut and I worry about her being away at University. Maybe if we can get her addicted to your cock instead of random dick, she'll be a little safer. Plus, I don't think it would be that hard."

The fact that Lauren was talking like this was both super-hot and almost an overload at the same time. "Ok, I guess I get all that, but Lauren... I need to be completely honest here. I don't ever, ever want you fucking another guy, so it's not fair if I fuck other girls."

She smiled then and looked up at me, "So you're worried you're being hypocritical, asking me to forsake all dicks but yours, but getting all the pussy you want?" I nodded and she tilted her head so she could kiss me sweetly on the lips. "Babe, even if this weren't some... magic dick thing, I gotta be honest, I wouldn't want a dick other than yours, and I think I'd want some extra pussy going on in this bed."

My eyes widened and she giggled, "Ok, so I'm not like a lesbian or anything. But you're the only guy I'm interested in, the only guy I ever want to be interested in. And I want to make you happy, and since I think other girls can be sexy and the idea of sharing you is kinda hot, I'm ok with it."

She slid on top of me, her slick pussy grinding on one of my thighs and her tits hanging just under my chin, nipples hardening again. "Look at it this way. I'm ok with anything you wanna do as long as you tell me about it afterwards so I can get off to it too, ok?"

"Alright, if you're sure."

"I am. So here's what I'm thinking. My sister is coming home this weekend for the break, so to get her interested we should probably fuck near her a few times in the first few days." As she told me her plan I just nodded, wide-eyed at how my best friend turned out to be this sexual fiend. Less than an hour and a half ago we were both virgins who occasionally, and awkwardly, mentioned porn. Now we were literally planning on how she would get her sister into bed with us.

Holy shit.

I managed to get dressed and look somewhat presentable by the time Lauren's mom came home from work, Lauren ushering me out and rolling her eyes as I stopped to chat with Mrs. Baxley. There was a reason I was always invited to dinner, after all, and hopefully she would approve of Lauren and I once Lauren decided her parents should know about us.

Lauren drove me home in her parent's car, both of us quietly sitting, just looking at the houses we passed. I don't know what she was thinking, but as I looked out at the world I'd grown up in the only thing in my mind was how fucking crazy the last two hours had been. I mean come on, a fucking magic dick? And all that stuff about Lauren being my 'Prime,' what was that? I would have been happy if Lauren and I had been able to date through college, but this Prime stuff sounded... permanent. And thinking about that, about us maybe being together for the rest of our lives, I found I wasn't really that stressed about it. She was my best friend, and apparently we had some great fucking chemistry, pun intended, so maybe thinking permanent was a good thing.

I reached over and grabbed Lauren's hand and she glanced at me and smiled. I owed her more than I could give, I thought. She was beautiful and sweet and bothered to know everything about me, and what was I offering her? A lumpy body and a magic dick.

I decided the first thing I was going to do was make my body into a playground for her just like hers was for me. Abs. Pecks. Those weird penis-lines at the joint of the leg, like arrows down to your crotch. All of it so that she might find me as physically attractive as I found her.

Lauren pulled us into my driveway and we sat, looking at each other, hand in hand. I opened my mouth to say something but she reached over and pulled me into a kiss, strong but short, before murmuring, "I gotta go."

I nodded and wanted to say something else but didn't. I wanted to tell her how I felt, those thoughts of permanency. I chickened out though. As I opened the car door I turned back to her and said, "I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

She smiled, but something in her eyes said she'd been hoping for something else. "Me too."

I shut the door and swore to myself. She started to pull out of the driveway and onto the road, and I thought to myself, fuck it. I waved and ran to her side of the car as she rolled down the window, looking at me questioningly. I leaned into the car and kissed her again, firmly and desperately.

"I love you, Lauren Baxley."

Her smile quivered and her eyes teared up. "You fucking bastard, now I need to drive home like this." She laughed and grabbed my chin, pulling me into another kiss. "I love you too, dickhead." And then she drove off, rolling up the window against the cold and leaving me standing in the street holding my book bag.

I was grinning ear to ear and watched until she pulled out of sight and a car honked, wanting me to get out of the road.

As I walked into my house, I tried to calm my face. Dropping my bag and shoes, I made it five steps before my sister Stacy rounded the corner, took one look at me and dropped her water bottle.

"No fucking way!" She said, looking me up and down. "No. Fucking. Way."

I looked back at my sister, feigning confusion. "Uh, what are you talking about?"

Where Lauren is toned, Stacey is taught. On the shorter side of average, my older sister is obsessed with working out and her body shows the effects. A lean, mean, boisterous machine, she was also the coxswain on her college's championship rowing team.

She was now standing, fists on hips, glaring at my attempt to avoid her unspoken question. She finally tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. "It was Lauren, wasn't it." I guess I flinched or something because she gave a whoop and clapped her hands. "Hah! I knew it. Well, congrats brosef, who knew you had it in you?"

She came forward and gave me a hug, and I couldn't help but feel her tiny pointed nipples digging into my gut. For as long as I can remember, Stacy has had pointy nipples. To the point that it's an issue for her in how she needs to dress. Always, always a thick bra despite her relatively small breasts. When she was working out she wore two sports bras and you could still see the bumps.

She let go and gave me a high five, which I reluctantly returned, "Good thing too. She's been wanting it for ages. Dunno how much longer she would have waited." I did a double take at her and she laughed again, "Oh come on, like I wouldn't be able to spot it, watching you two over the past few years."

Stacy was only a year older than us, unlike Lauren's sister who was now a junior at Cardinal, the same university Stacey went to, so she had probably been laughing my entire high school career at the two of us dancing around each other, not making a move.

"Where's mom? And what's for dinner?" I asked, trying to change the subject before she started asking me for more details than I wanted to give.

"Why, you wanna run and tell her you," she switched to a stage whisper, "had the sex?" She laughed again and started walking away, giving me a nice view of the one part of her that never seemed to get too lean, her delicious bubble butt. "She's out back harvesting some fresh veggies to go with... well, whatever she's making anyways. Meat, potatoes, y'know."

Leaving my sister to whatever she was doing, I went up to my room and collapsed into bed, my mind racing with all the shit that had gone on in the last few hours. Lauren, naked, was a big part of it.

The rest of the night was surprisingly normal, Dad coming home from work and Mom getting upset over some spilled milk moment. Stacy made a couple of innuendos about my afternoon, but thankfully neither of my parents picked up on them. We all drifted off to our different evening activities, my Dad to his workshop in the basement and Mom to her sewing room. On my way up to my room I spotted Stacy stretching in the living room and couldn't help but throw a lingering gaze at her butt as she bent forward, prepping for her workout.

And that was how I ended up with my dick in my hand, scrolling through porn on my computer in my room. Nothing was doing it for me. Sure, watching random pornlets get stuffed got me hard, but I couldn't settle on any one video to really jerk off to. I even tried some of my favourites, and nothing. No spark.

I leaned back in my chair and started thinking about Lauren. That got things going, but now that I knew what it was like to actually have sex, my hand just wasn't enough. My mind started to wander, wondering what the things we hadn't done yet were like. She wanted a threesome, and not with a second penis in the room, and that was hot. Would she go down on her sister?

Yep, there it was. That got me going. I imagined Lauren, ass up and face down in her sister's crotch. Now Lauren has a fine butt, cute and defined, but it wasn't anything special to be honest. She had a runners butt after all, so it wasn't too big or anything. Stacy, on the other hand, her ass looking delicious-

"Hey there, sweety."

I tipped my chair over when I jumped, falling backwards with one hand flailing and the other latched on to my dick. My eyes shot open during the fall and I saw Adama, sitting on top of my computer monitor, one hand tweaking a nipple she'd let loose from her golden vest and the other buried somewhere under her overflowing belly.

"Aw, don't stop now, sugar plum. It's so hot watching you jerk that big meat stick you gave yourself."

"What, what the fuck?!" I managed as I righted myself and the chair. "Adama, what the hell. I thought you couldn't stick around."

"Well I can't if you don't start jerking it again. The only reason I can appear in the mortal realm is if I leech some power off of my charges. So when you and Cum Dumpster were done makin' the beast with two backs, there was enough left over for me to hang out."

"So you can only show up when I'm having sex? What about now, and how fucking useful is that if I can only get magic lessons while I'm porking someone?"

"Honey, I just told you. Wrap that hand around that cock and start beating it, it generates just enough latent power that I can stick around."

I sat back in my chair and took a hold of my dick lightly. She gave me a look, and as I watched she almost seemed to get dimmer, fading out of existence, so I started jerking it. She phased back in and sighed, sitting back using her hands to stop her from falling from her perch.

"Ah, there, that's better. So, I gotta ask, why the hell are you jerking off at all when you could just have that sweet little Prime of yours sucking you off? She seemed to like it enough."

The memory of Lauren deepthroating me for the first time flitted through my head and I squeezed myself a little tighter for a moment. "Her name is Lauren, so you can stop calling her cum dumpster or Prime or whatever. She's in whatever this is as much as I am."

"Oh, fine," Adama replied, "But you have to admit, she likes it." We stared at each other, her silently watching me with one eyebrow quirked and me leaning back, feeling awkward as I stroked my dick. "Right, well. Time for your first lesson, Jeremiah Grant. Why don't you tell me what you know so far, and we'll see how much catching up you need to do."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, oh wonderful, schoolwork style. "I am some sort of magician who is powered by sexual energy I generate. My Prime, whatever that means, is my girlfriend Lauren, but if I want to get more powerful I need to fuck other people too. So far I know I can cast spells by focusing my willpower, and I can affect my own body. How it looks and acts."

Adama pursed her lips and shrugged, "That's actually pretty good. First thing's first, though, you are not 'some sex magician.' You are one of the Three, a Seat of Fertility on the Council." She said it like I was supposed to know what that meant.

After a long moment I finally broke the silence, "Ok, and that means?"

"Oh! Well... To be honest I haven't had a new little shaman like you for a long time, your predecessor lived for nearly a millennium. I'm just trying to catch up to myself."

I choked just a little bit, "He lived for a thousand years?"

"Well, he could have gone longer, but Ezekiel said there was something he had to do once he crossed over, so he threw himself into a volcano. I'm not really sure why, but that was a little over eighteen years ago now. I've been waiting for you to pop up ever since."

I filed that knowledge away for later. With whatever was going in with me, I was going to be able to live until I just didn't want to anymore. That changed everything, but in the short term it didn't change much of anything at all.

"Um, well ok," I said slowly, "Well, how about you explain the Council and Seats or whatever."

"Fine, fine, that makes sense. Your magic, as I said, is drawn from the Great Mother, Fertility. So yes, technically in your modern terms, from sex, but it covers more than that. The Council of Three's are the mages who wield the greatest powers on earth; Life, Death and Rebirth, us. There are always three mages of each of the powers, so three sets of three. There are also three patrons for each, and a Prime for each wielder. So three sets of three again. Three Powers each with three sets of three. Therefore, the Council of Threes."

Yeah, that was plenty of threes. "Ok, but what do they do?"

"OH," Adama exclaimed, "Of course, sweetie. The Council manages the Lesser Powers and makes sure no one Greater Power gets too much influence. Usually that's Death, but occasionally it's Life too. We're the middle ground."

"So what you're saying is I just got volun-told to join a magical United Nations?"

"United what?" Adama shook her head, "Just think of it like you're a Judge. And a policeman. And maybe a president or whatever it is you have. Once you're ready, you'll take your seat and the Council will be whole again."

"Ok, but what do I actually do?"

Adama pursed her lips in thought, then started ticking off on her fingers. "Well, first you get summoned to the meetings. Usually just you need to go, though for the big ones we'll need to bring along your Prime." I gave her a look and she quickly corrected herself, "Lauren. Those only happen once in a blue moon though. Your day to day is mostly up to you, but mostly you'll be dealing with complaints."

"Wait, I'm a cosmic suggestion box?"

"More like a cosmic judge, jury and executioner. Lesser mages only control a very specific kind of magic, like a single element or concept. Most of them go along with the rules, but if something happens they come to you for answers. Think of yourself like Zeus, or Odin, and they're all your little minor gods to wrangle up and put in their places."

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" I asked incredulously.

"No need to worry about that right now, sugar, we'll get you there. Anything else you want to know?"

I paused for a moment, trying to take stock. When it came down to it, all this 'ruling' and management stuff was advanced. I still needed the basics. "Uh, I don't know. What can I do?"

I was starting to realize again the whole situation I was in, sitting there stroking my newly enhanced cock as a magical black pixie explained a magical world to me. Definitely weird.

Adama looked me up and down, "Just about anything you can think of, loverboy. Fertility, and the other two major powers, gives you control over almost anything you can think of. Build up enough energy and you can build yourself a pyramid if you want, though I'd caution against that. Most of the council are against big works these days, they like to stay low key."

"Uh, ok. Anything I want."

"With enough power," she smiled.

"And you'll come give me guidance any time I jerk myself off?"

"Well, I could show up while you're slipping that fine cock of yours into someone, but I have a feeling you want your privacy?"

"Yeah."

"OK, well I'll," she grinned and winked, "Leave you to it then, Jeremiah." She did the wiggle and clap and disappeared.

So there I was, cock in hand and my head swimming. What kind of craziness had I gotten into? Magic councils and hierarchies of power. All I'd wanted to do was jerk off and go to bed.

Scratch that, all I'd wanted to do was fuck my girlfriend.



Font of Fertility Ch. 02



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All characters are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I would suggest reading Chapter 1 if you have not already. This chapter includes anal and some minor elements of incest, public sex and first time.

Jeremiah dreams, has a run in with his sister Stacey and fucks Lauren... a lot...

As ever, major thanks to Ante_Matter for editing expertise.

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*** 1 - When the Morning Come ***

Trying to go to sleep after your evening jerk off session is interrupted by an obese fairy serving the magical powers of Fertility is not an easy task. Suffice to say, I wasn't exactly in the mood mentally any more, even if the rest of me was ready to go. There was way too much to think about.

Adama, the dirty-mouthed fairy, had left me with more questions than answers for the most part. My future, whatever it meant to sit as one of the Seat of Threes ruling council, had just become a much odder prospect than going off to college next fall. Of more immediate interest, though, was her explanation of my powers.

Anything I wanted, as long as I had enough power. So far I'd cast two spells, one of them making my dick bigger and the other to kill off my sperm as soon as they exited my body. The first one was in the heat of the moment, the second one planned between me and Lauren.

Lauren. Just thinking about her gives me those warm chills. Sure, that might be a cliche but it's just how it feels, knowing the girl you've been friends with for years, and had a crush on for most of that time, was finally your girl. Forget all the magic and her being my 'Prime,' yesterday would have been unforgettable without all of that.

I had had sex with Lauren! And that's what I went to sleep thinking about. Powers and spells and possibilities, but most of all sex.

I dreamed, which wasn't uncommon. I usually wake up in the morning remembering vivid events and scenes, sometimes slamming the snooze button to try and catch a last few moments of something delicious before I lose the sensation. This dream was different though, it wasn't so much the false experiences of my sleeping brain, it was deeper, full of urge and desire and most of all a sense of hollowness. Something was missing in me.

It's not a surprise that the dream had to do with sex, considering my last day had been consumed by the subject. It started out in one of those odd circumstances only your brain can rationalize, not in a porno bad acting kind of way, but in that 'this makes no sense but is perfectly natural' way of dreams. It slowly solidified, my body remembering the warmth of coupling, the closeness and the tactile sensations. Skin on skin, lying next to each other. The grazing touches on places usually left untouched, the feeling of lips and fingertips and knees and thighs. The feeling of a mouth on mine, a mouth on me.

The girl in my dreams changed as it went on, sometimes it was Lauren. Sometimes it was someone else. Lindsey, Lauren's strikingly sexy older sister. Girls from school, some of them friends, others less than. My English teacher, Mrs. Morrison.. Stacy.

My sister was in there, and started to become the focal point of the whole swirling dream. Her heart shaped face, smiling warmly down at me, eyes flashing like they did when she was teasing me about one thing or another. Her taut stomach, a visible six-pack of abs brushing against my body. Her warm, humming chuckle when she was too comfortable to laugh outright; almost a purr deep in her chest. Then she was gone, replaced again by Lauren.

It's funny, what you dream about compared to what you think of when you're jerking off. Boobs and butts take a backseat, instead it was the way her lips looked when she licked them lightly then bit her lower lip. It was the arch of her back as I entered her from behind, the muscles twisting under her skin and her shoulder blades moving in time with our thrusts. It was the smell of her hair as I lay beside her, and the feel of her tight thighs as I held on to her.

Lauren drifted through my unconsciousness and instead of her I was kissing Mrs. Morrison, her heaving breasts pressing against my chest as she pulled me towards her. Her full lips pressed into mine and I could feel the tension in her, the dangerous adrenaline of doing something illicit. Her hand trailed down my body and slipped between my legs, but then she was gone and I was being held from behind. I looked down at the hands and I recognized the little heart shaped tattoo at the crux of thumb and forefinger just before her breath came hot and heavy on my neck.

Angela, a girl who had graduated from our high school two years ago. She'd been a tease then in high school, and still was down at the mall where she worked retail. She wore her skirts tight enough to see her panty lines and her blouses sheer enough to see bright red bras underneath. She kissed my ear and I reached around behind me, my hand slipping up her bare side and then back down to her hip and thigh. She sighed heavily and flicked her tongue in my ear, letting out a little moan that drifted into nothingness as she faded just as her hand crept down my torso.

It kept going, thoughts and figments drifting through my head as one after another my spank bank emptied into my dreams. Dozens of them holding me, caressing me, whispering sweet words through my thoughts. Sometimes they even moaned my name as if I were inside them, fulfilling them like they couldn't believe. Several times they even sounded surprised, as if the thought that it was me shocked them. Every time I was about to be touched though, possibly given some relief as a hand or mouth moved towards my groin, they faded away into the haze around us to be replaced.

My body was shaking, needing some sort of relief, but all I received were teasing sounds, glimpses of flesh, and light caresses. Finally I had had enough, and as the next body wrapped around me, holding me from behind as if we were laying on our sides, I took hold of the arm beneath me firmly and turned, pressing my mouth to hers before she could react. She kissed me back forcefully, her teeth nipping at my lip as my hands searched her lean body, roughly pawing hip and breast and ass. I was on top of her now, her legs wrapped around me as I continued to shove my tongue down her throat. I wanted relief, needed it horribly, and I began to take it by guiding my cock into her. Beautiful relief swept over me; I was inside of her, no more games or chasing, rooted fully.

The humming chuckle deep in her throat, as if she was immensely pleased with everything in the world, made me break our breathless, endless kiss and realize the face before me, the body under me. Stacy was looking at me, her eyes hooded and her mouth agape as she moaned from our coupling.

My mind reeled, unable to comprehend. This wasn't supposed to be happening, this was wrong. I needed to stop, I need to get away. I jerked away and she groaned beneath me. She reached out, trying to grab a hold of me, pull me back to her, but this time I was the one to flit away into the haze. I was running, if you could call it that, fleeing what I couldn't handle. Wouldn't handle. I finally slowed when I heard laughter echoing through me, the warm, low laugh that felt like home and warmth. As if I stepped through a doorway or a window, I found her lying there, limbs akimbo and the sheets from a bread spread around. There was another person in the bed, blonde and long haired, but I ignored it as a pressed myself into Lauren's body and hugged her to me. She laughed again, then pulled me to her and our bodies were so close I could feel ourselves becoming one. She kissed me, and kissed me again more firmly when I didn't respond immediately. I kissed her back and she groaned into my mouth; I was inside her, my cock splitting her open as she rode me, as I pressed down into her, as I devoured her from below and as I held her tightly to me and fucked her in every position imaginable. Release was swift but rewarding, relief flooding me and emptying me until I was full and spent and my sleep became undisturbed, buried deeper than my unconscious mind could reach.

I woke up without my alarm, which was uncommon in and of itself. I knew immediately something was wrong though because I was cold. Really cold.

And I was wet. What the hell was going on?

I groggily yawned and pulled myself up into a sitting position, but the feel of drenched sheets beneath me had me leaping out of bed almost immediately. My boxers, the only thing I had worn to bed, might as well have been a darker shade of blue they were so wet, and my sheets were soaked from top to bottom. I was sweaty all over, which spoke to much of the moisture, but I couldn't ignore the fact that the majority of the wetness seemed to be concentrated midway along the bed. Had I pissed myself like an eight year old?

I leaned down and sniffed, but it didn't smell like piss. It smelt like-

"A wet fucking dream? Are you kidding me?"

I shook my head in wonder. I'd emptied my balls twice yesterday while having real sex, and somehow I still managed to have not only enough to spurt out during a sexy dream, but enough to soak my god damned bed? What the fuck?

I yawned again and looked at the clock. Almost an hour earlier than I usually got up, but there was no way I was lying back down in the mess that was my bed. Shaking my head ruefully, I began stripping the sheets and came up with my reason I was doing laundry so early in the morning.

I wasn't feeling well last night and I sweat like crazy. It was partially true, and made sense that I didn't want to sleep in my own stink, or let it dry into the sheets or the mattress. A little bit of air freshener and my room would be back to normal... ish. I was quiet going about my business, slipping down the stairs and into the basement where our laundry room was. I shoved the entire bundle in, along with a handful of socks I'd used as cumrags in the last week, then turned on the washing machine and made my way back upstairs. I could get dressed and figure out what the hell had been going on in my head last night, little bits and pieces of my dream sticking around past the second and a half I usually remembered them after waking up. 

A nice shower would do me good, and I especially needed it the way I probably stank after what I'd done to myself, however unintentional. I yawned again and instead of heading to my room made a sharp right into the upstairs bathroom.

I probably wouldn't have even noticed until I bumped into her, I was so distracted, but my sister's shriek popped me out of my stupor. I blinked quickly three times, the scene burning into my mind. Stacey's face, eyes wide in shock, mouth hanging open from her yell of surprise. Oh my god, she's topless. Boobs. Legs stretched out, half covered in shaving cream. At this point my mind was shutting down, all thought leaving me in the space of- Aaaand she's not just topless.

She was half sitting on the counter, on leg up with a foot in the sink and the other leg bracing her from the floor. Full crotch display. I let out a little, "Uuh-," and then quickly stepped back out and slammed the door shut in front of me. The fact that I was now staring at a bathroom door and could still see her in my head had me dazedly rubbing at my eyes.

Full fucking monty. I couldn't even process everything I'd just seen. Her boobs were smaller than Lauren's, like two perky domes on her taut chest capped by those ever-pointed chubby-delicious nipples that had been teasing me from behind bras and shirts all these years. The fact that I was describing my sister's nipples like a Willy Wonka candy bar was totally lost on me.

I walked straight into my room, shut the door and sat on my bare mattress. The corner suddenly became highly interesting as I stared off into space, those long two seconds frozen in my mind. I think the scariest part was that I was feeling deja vu over seeing my sister's vagina. I'd seen it before in my dream. Where Lauren was all clean lines and definition, Stacy was lippy. She had two puffy outer lips, but also a pair of dominant inner lips sticking out briefly from her folds. Her position left her entire pussy on display to me, and from those seconds I felt like I knew everything about her except the smell and taste. She was completely bald down there, and the fact that my head could conjure up an image of my dream-dick pressing into her had me nearly hyperventilating.

Everything about her, nipples to cooch, had looked delicious.

Delicious? What the fuck, self? This was my sister I was thinking about. There were lines, damn it.

I sat there for a long time just staring at the corner, partially in shock and partially trying to figure out what I was feeling. The worst part was that I was starting to remember one of the highlights of my dream, or maybe it was a low point. Sure, I'd stroked off to thoughts of my sister's ass before, or what her tits might look like, and even her mixed in with a bunch of other girls in a good old fashioned imaginary orgy. That didn't mean I was a fan of having realistic dreams about fucking her one-on-one, was I?

It had been so good, though.

I heard the bathroom door open and shut, followed by her bedroom. About twenty minutes later she left and I heard the front door open and shut downstairs. She was gone and hadn't said anything to me. Did she feel violated? Did she think I'd done that on purpose? I hoped the answer was a clear no to both, but I also wondered if some part of me had burst through that bathroom door knowing she was in there. I couldn't figure out how, but considering I had found out that I had a magic dick less than twenty four hours ago I had to wonder what other weird, perverted stuff might happen.

I sighed and stood back up. There was only one way I was going to get an answer about that part of my life, and quite honestly I really didn't feel like jerking off at the moment. Still though, I needed some sort of answers.

I staggered to the washroom and stood in the doorway for a long moment, the view I'd had flashing through my head and I felt guilty all over again because I knew jerking off wasn't going to be an issue. I soaped myself before fondling around at my half-chubbed dick, getting myself hard as I tried to reason out what was going on, the heat from the water steaming up the bathroom as I stroked myself with my eyes closed..

"Mmm, in the shower, that's hot baby boy." She was perched up on the shower-head, and was apparently grinding her fat little cooch on the metal as she straddled the pipe, shifting her weight forwards and backwards.

"Ok, that's enough, I need an answer to something important." I spoke quietly, hoping to make sure my voice didn't carry and I wasn't overheard talking to myself, or a magical creature, in the bathroom.

"Oh really?" Adama responded, "What could possibly have changed since you went to bed last night? What's the emergency?"

Well, that answered one question, I thought. She doesn't know everything that happens to me, she needs to be paying attention.

"I had a dream last night like I've never had before, and while most of it wasn't very surprising some of the... content was."

"Ooh," She said, eyebrow wiggling, "You had a sexy dream. What happened?"

I rolled my eyes and recounted drifting between dream partners, feeling their touches and hearing their whispers until I tried to take control and ended up dream-fucking Stacey, then running to Lauren and finding relief with her.

"Well I don't see what the problem is," the little rotund pixie said breathily as she continued her lewd display of self pleasure. Not that I could really complain considering I had to jerk off to feed her enough latent sexual energy to even be there in the first place. "You were unsatisfied so your unconscious mind went searching for satisfaction. Jumping into dreams of people who arouse you isn't that big a deal."

"What?" I asked sharply. "Are you saying I wasn't just dreaming about it, I was in their dreams? They experienced it all as well?"

"Of course. And that means every naughty whisper, every moan, every caress was all them."

"Were they all dreaming about me before I, well, invaded their space?" The thought that I'd been dream stalking women didn't sit well with me. Teachers, girls at school, around town, even a couple of neighbours, no one I had ever jerked off to had been missing, and if I'd been dream stalking them, then with Stacey... "Holy shit, I didn't just- I didn't just dream rape my sister did I?"

"Oh, little boo, still so finickity. Forcing your way into someones dream takes a much more concerted effort, both of your consciousnesses were willing and able. Sounds like you were having a blast to me, maybe you two should try it in real life."

"Maybe not. That's incest." I deadpanned back. 

"So what?" She retorted, "It's all relative." Her eyes gleamed from the pun.

"Ugh," I groaned, my sister rising in my mind again as I continued to stroke myself, the water from the shower cascading over me. "Fuck. How do I make sure I'm not... pushing myself onto the women in my life when I'm asleep? Is there some mental exercise I can do or something?"

Adama grinned wickedly, "Or something. Just make sure you don't go to bed unsatisfied and you shouldn't have any problems, dreams or otherwise."

"Fucking- What the fuck does 'or otherwise' mean? What else could happen?"

"Use your imagination, sweet cheeks. As your little cumbuck-" She stopped and corrected herself, "As Lauren likes to say, you've got a magic dick. You can get into all kinds of trouble."




*** 2 - The First Full Day***

I trudged into school, over to my locker and just sort of rested my head against it, my eyes closed to the busy hallway. I was just over twelve hours into a sexual relationship with Lauren and I was already dreaming of other people. Not only that, but I was dreaming about my own sister and just happened to see her buck-naked. Fate, magical presence, whatever the fuck was going on, all it was doing was making me feel like a horrible god-damned person.

I jolted upright when a hand grabbed my crotch, spinning around and finding myself smothered in Lauren's embrace. She backed me up to the lockers with a thud, her laughter warm and enticing, and then she pulled my head down and kissed me. I still felt guilty, but there was no helping the fact that I was enjoying it, her tongue dancing with mine, her hand pressed between us and rubbing at my crotch. One of my hands slid down her side and hip to grab her ass and I was surprised to feel something other than her characteristic jeans. We finally broke apart and my hand slid back up to her hip, hers however stayed pressed and hidden between our bodies, pressing up against my half chub.

"Mmm, miss me?" She asked with a wicked smile.

"Yes," I managed to breath out. "Lauren, I-"

"Hold on, I want to say something first." Her grin slackened a bit and she looked around to double check no one was listening in on us. "About our conversation yesterday. I think I want just one more rule other than you have to tell me. I want all the firsts."

I looked down at her questioningly and she sighed, "You know, any time you want to try something new. It has to be me. First threesome I have to be there, first time having sex in a public place. First time using toys. That kind of stuff."

I looked down at her, the guilt eating me inside. "Ok."

Her grin grew again, "Well ok then." She started to pull away, "I need to get to class-"

I pulled her back to me and she closed her eyes, obviously expecting a kiss. I obliged, but it was quick and she gave me the same questioning look I had given her. "Lauren, I need to tell you something..." I leaned in close and told her everything. The dream, the run in with my sister, and the conversation with Adama afterwards, including the fact that I finished jerking off afterwards to thoughts of Stacey.




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"And now I feel like shit because, well, all of it. I feel like I cheated on you the day after we told each other I love you. If you wanna be finished, I understand..." I trailed off quietly.

I was surprised when she turned her head and kissed my neck. I was even more surprised when her hands took mine and surreptitiously guided them under her skirt, that's what I was feeling, and to her bare pussy. My first thought was amazement that she had dared not to wear panties under a skirt, the second was shock at how wet she was.

She groaned and pulled my hand away again before looking me in the eye. "I told you, Jeremiah, all you have to do is tell me about it afterwards. It's not like you did anything anyways, all you did was dream and jerk off." She smiled up at me, a glint in her eye, "Honestly, I had a sexy dream last night too. It was probably because of our plans about my sister, but I dreamed I was making out with her in bed and you were watching, and then you couldn't contain yourself any more and you jumped in and fucked me until we both passed out."

I was less stunned then I might have looked about the fact that she was making out with her sister, even in a dream. It was more how almost exact her memory of the dream was compared to my own. Adama had been right, it hadn't just been my dream, it had been their dreams too. I had to wonder how many women I had been the central focus of last night.

"So- so you're ok with... stuff?"

"Ok with it?" Lauren asked, then laughed quietly, "Fuck Jerry, if we're going to rope in my sister, roping in yours makes complete sense. Plus, I love Stacey, she's always been good with you and me, and she is totally hot. No, it's not a problem, whatever ends up happening. In fact, I hope it does, but whenever you think is right. For both of you."

She bit her lip and glanced up and down the hallway, which was quickly clearing out as the first class was about to start. "And now I don't think I can wait any more."

She grabbed my hand, which was still a little slick with her juices, and pulled me towards a girl's bathroom. She went in quickly without me, then burst out the door and yanked me in, quickly shoving me into a stall.

She kissed me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth and I reciprocated, one of my hands coming up to grope her tits through her sweater while the other planted above her on the wall. She broke the kiss, turned around and flipped up her skirt to reveal her bare ass. "I figured today I should be prepared. We did say 'anytime, anywhere." She grinned over her shoulder at me and wiggled her eyebrows as she arched her back, sticking her ass out and spreading her legs to give me access.

I used one hand to rub at her pussy lightly while I used the other to unzip my pants and fish out my dick. "Well, I appreciate the effort. I think you should wear skirts way more often, and not just for this. You look gorgeous today."

She smiled over her shoulder at me again, "Aw, thanks Jerry. Now get that big cock in me, I had dreams last night too and they didn't end as good as yours."

I rubbed my head up and down her slit twice before I centred on her hole and eased myself in. She was so wet I easily managed to slide in almost five inches, and just as quickly I started to feel the fireworks in my head again. I shunted them to the back of my consciousness and took a couple of small thrusts, working most of my dick into Lauren.

"Come on," she growled at me lowly, "Just fuck me already, I'm not gonna break. We need to get to class."

"Alright," I said, and pulled out almost all the way before stuffing all eight and a half inches into her in one hard thrust. She moaned lowly and I pulled out and repeated the motion, slow hard thrusts pushing her into the wall. I picked up the pace gradually, forcing Lauren to use her hands to brace against the stall wall while I fucked her silly. I managed to stop most of my thrusts so that I wasn't making a huge slapping sound as her ass met my legs, but Lauren started to get loud with her moaning and whispered pleas for me to go harder. I let go of her hips and grabbed her by the tits from behind, pulling her into a more upright position. "Bite down on your arm," I commanded, and she did, smothering the noises leaking out of her mouth.

I managed to slip one hand, then the other, under her sweater and the shirt beneath, getting my hands up under her bra and I started tweaking her nipples as I fucked into her. I was starting to get close when she grunted loudly several times and her pussy clamped down on me tightly, but I kept thrusting. Her grunting turned into a whine for just a moment before she grunted again, her pussy spasming around my cock. She released her arm from her mouth and looked back at me with a glazed expression like she was drunk.

"So good," she murmured, and I thrust into her a couple more times.

"I'm close," I said.

She seemed to sober up at that and used one hand to push me back and out of her. "Can't cum in me, it'll drip down my legs all day. Cum in my mouth." She got down on her knees on the tile floor, took my hips in her hands and started gobbling down my cock, pulling me forward.

Now it was my turn to moan as she instantly started going to town on my dick. We both knew deep throating was probably a bad idea since it would get messy, but I wasn't about to complain. Thirty seconds later I grunted and braced myself against the stall walls as her tongue slid over my head. I managed a quick, "Here it comes," and then I was rocking in place as my knees tried to give way. I felt blast after blast sliding into Lauren's mouth and she swallowed it all down quickly.

I pulled back and sat down on the toilet behind me while trying to catch my breath. Lauren grinned and licked her lips before grabbing a line of toilet paper and dabbing under her skirt. "Yep, I was right. Even better from the source." She stood up and sat on my lap, carefully avoiding putting weight on my wilting penis. "Gotta be honest though, I think I like the other way better."

She kissed me on the cheek and curled up in my lap, hugging me close as I put my arms around her. After a few moments I nudged her though, "Laur, I'd love to stay like this for a bit but we need to get to class."

She sighed and nodded, getting up off of me and finally letting me slip my dick back into my pants. Lauren checked the hallway quickly, then waved me out after her. We stood in the hallway, lightly clinging to each other's hand, unsure of what to say. Finally, I shrugged and said, "I love you."

She smiled warmly and came in close, kissing me lightly. "I love you too." Then her grin turned a little wicked again, "Plus another first. Bathroom sex." I laughed and she continued, "As for more firsts, I think we need to get a big one out of the way. If you're gonna get more involved with your sis, I know where you're gonna want to slip that anaconda eventually." She winked and then backed up a couple steps before turning on her heels and walking down the empty school hallway.

"Wait, what do you mean?" I called after her.

She flashed me a smile over her shoulder, then flipped up the back of her skirt, showing me her bare ass quickly, before turning a corner out of site.

It took a long moment for me to realize what she meant. Holy shit. She wants me to fuck her in the ass, and she wants me to do it so that I can fuck my sister in the ass too. I had to waddle down the hallway to class, trying to rearrange my rising hard on.

***3 - Trying New Things***

Lunch was a trial in and of itself. Sitting shoulder to shoulder with Lauren, knowing she didn't have panties on and was willing to go at it like rabbits, was torture. Especially since we were sitting with Jay and Benji and they only had an inkling of what was going on.

It didn't help matters when Lauren excused herself to go to the washroom. "What's up with you two?" Benji asked once Lauren was out of earshot.

"More like what's up with Lauren. You're both acting weird, but she's wearing a skirt," Jay added ruefully.

I shrugged, "I dunno. Maybe we're just happy being together?"

Jay and Benji looked at each other and rolled their eyes. "The last time I saw you two like this," Benji replied, "you were both dared to kiss each other in the ninth grade at Tommy Ferguson's birthday party. You two had shit-eating grins for like a week, just like now. Oh." He cut off abruptly and smacked his head with his palm. "Duh, Jay, Jeremiah obviously worked himself up to kiss her again. That's what it is."

Jay nodded and spoke around a mouthful of food, "Gotta be."

Little did they know, when Lauren returned to her seat she surreptitiously slid something into my hands underneath the table. When I looked down, I was holding her bra. Now she wasn't wearing any underwear at all. I quickly stuffed the bra into my pocket and she winked at me. For the rest of the day I found my hand distractedly moving to that bulging pocket, one finger brushing the fabric inside as I thought about her.

Before lunch was over though, I stepped away from the table and gave Lauren a reassuring look before moving to a mostly-private spot and taking out my cellphone. I dialed Stacey's number and hesitated before pushing the Call button. Was she going to be ready to talk? I punched the button before I could think myself out of it.

It rang and rang and I almost hung up, but the soft click of my sister picking up the other end finally interrupted the ringer.

"Hey," I said after a moment of silence.

"Hey." She responded quietly.

"I, uh, I just wanted to see if you were ok. I'm sorry about this morning."

There was a long moment of dead air between us. "Ok."

"I didn't mean to walk in on you like that Stace, I had no idea you were in there or that you were... yeah."

She sighed on the other end and I heard her sniff. "Ok."

"Stace, are you alright?"

"Yeah," she said quietly.

"Stace, can we talk tonight? Maybe watch a movie together? Your pick."

Another long pause. "Ok. After dinner."

"Ok."

We were quiet more than we were talking and it was tearing me up to think I'd really fucked up with my sister. She didn't deserve any of this shit, she deserved to be happy.

"Hey Jer?" She asked into the silence.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you to Stace. I'm sorry."

"I know. See you tonight." She hung up before I could respond.

The rest of the school day I was a mess, torn between lovey dovey daydreams about Lauren and the heavy pressure in my chest from the way Stacey and I had left things. I met Lauren after school and we hopped on the city bus she usually took to get home, just like we had the day before. This time, though, we sat near the back of the bus away from the few other students who stayed near the front. Lauren snuggled up close to me and started rubbing the front of my crotch. I shot her a look and she shrugged and giggled lightly, "What, it's not like anyone's looking."

Watching to make sure there really was no one looking, Lauren slowly pulled down my zipper and fished out my dick, running her hand up and down it sensuously. I groaned lightly and shifted lower in my seat, making sure no one outside the bus could see what was going on either. Once she had me to mostly full height, she surprised me again by lifting up and maneuvering to sit down on my lap.

She hissed out a breath as she planted herself down, fully impaling herself in a single stroke, our actions hidden by her skirt as she sat sideways on my lap. I pulled her face to mine and for the next ten minutes we rode the bus making out, my cock firmly lodged in her as she squeezed her abdominal muscles, milking it.

At some point I broke the kiss and we sat with our foreheads pressed to each other, looking into each others eyes from inches away. I smiled and chuckled, Lauren responding by quirking an eyebrow ever so slightly. "First public sex," I whispered, "And first bus sex." She smiled naughtily and I kissed her again, over and over.

I lost track of time, I could have sat that way all night and been happy, but thankfully Lauren didn't. At some point she hit the bell signalling she wanted the next stop before slowly and awkwardly dismounting me while hiding our actions from the few other passengers. I quickly fumbled my dick, rock hard and slick with her juices, into my pants as she made sure her skirt was covering her.

Lauren had got us off the bus one stop before hers, explaining she needed a couple things from the convenience store on the corner before we could go on. She had me wait outside and came out carrying a brown paper bag. I gave her a questioning look and she shrugged, opening it up to show me. Inside was a bottle of lube and something I didn't recognize. Poking at it, I saw the label 'Enema Kit.'

"Hey, if we're doing butt stuff, I want to be clean as a whistle down there." She said.

"Makes sense. Thanks." Inwardly I started screaming, BUTT STUFF! BUTT STUFF!

She smiled up at me, "No problem, lover boy. And that reminds me, hygiene wise, did you want me to shave-"

"No. Nope, no way." I interrupted her. "Your little bush is super sexy and perfect how it is, Laur." The way she had it trimmed, the thick diamond of fur was well away from her lips and clit and I found it extremely enticing.

Her smile broadened and she took me by the arm, leading me towards her house. "Kay."

"Do, uh, do you want me to shave anything down stairs?"

She thought about it for a moment, "I dunno, if you're comfortable with it then, uh, I guess your sack and maybe a little trim on top?" She leaned into me, "Then I can play with your balls while I give you a blow job too."

The cold of December had started eating away at the strength of my hard on, but that comment absolutely reversed the situation.

As soon as we got into her otherwise empty house, Lauren started stripping. By the time I had my shoes and coat off she was half naked and already shucking her skirt.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

"What?" She laughed, "I like the way you look at me when I'm naked. I mean, you always look at me like I'm beautiful, but like this you get this glint in your eye like you're going to eat me up and it gets me even more excited."

"Well, I'm not about to complain," I replied.

"Ok, well, I need to go get ready. Could you go make us a snack in the kitchen while I, uh, take care of some things?" She waggled the brown bag, then sauntered up the stairs slowly, letting me watch her cute little butt until she disappeared.

I scavenged the kitchen for something sexy I could make for her, but there was nothing. No whipped cream, no strawberries, and I wasn't about to go digging in her mom's freezer. Instead, I settled on our childhood favourite of celery sticks with peanut butter. It took nearly twenty minutes before I heard the water she had been running shut off, and another fifteen before she came down the stairs, still as naked as a jaybird. As her eyes landed on the snack plate I had made her face lit up, "Awwww! Jeremiah, you remembered."

I was a little distracted by her breasts, especially when she crossed the kitchen and sent them bouncing. She crashed into me in a forceful hug, and I hugged her back and for the first time in a while I wasn't thinking explicitly sexual thoughts about her. I realized that was probably a good thing, since Lauren had been my best friend long before she was my sexually charged girlfriend, and losing one for the other wasn't something I wanted to do.

She finally drew back and sat up on a stool at the kitchen island, casually grabbing a celery stick smeared with peanut butter and biting into it playfully.

I snorted and picked one up for myself, "Did you know you're a cute chewer?"

She laughed in her throat and swallowed, "You're just saying that 'cause I'm naked."

"Nope, it's true." I replied, "When you're eating something you like you try and smile and chew at the same time and it's super cute."

"Well, then I guess you did a good job didn't you?" She popped the rest of her celery stick in her mouth and made a big show of overdoing her smile.

"So, Lauren," I said, obviously changing the subject. "I need your opinion on something. Something I want to do for you."

"I already told you," she mumbled around her mouthful of peanut butter, "I don't want bigger tits!"

"Not that, and I already told you your tits are perfect." I sighed, "No, it's more about me. You have an amazing body, and I don't think I would change a single thing about you even if you begged me to. But the thing is, I know I'm not in great shape or anything, so I was thinking..."

She rolled her eyes at my hesitation, "Spill it already!"

I coughed and cleared my throat, "What, uh, what's your dream body type?"

Lauren looked taken aback for a second, then thoughtful. She swallowed slowly and seemed to think for a moment before answering, "Jeremiah, you make me very, very happy. Everything down to your little baby fat paunch and your original dick. You don't need to do anything for me, ok?"

"Ok, but Lauren, I'm doing this for me and you. I want to be in shape, and since I can cast magic spells-"

"With your dick."

"-Yes with my dick. The key thing is that I can though, and that means I can change my body and what I want is for you to be as turned on physically by me as I am by you."

"Ok... I guess I get what you're saying," She replied slowly, then she took my hand. "If you really want, we can figure this out." I nodded and she continued, "I guess we can go upstairs and use my computer to look up some dude bodies. So we'll do you, then," She gave me that wicked look again, "You can do me. Then, you do my butt. Sound good?"

She led me upstairs and we spent twenty minutes scanning through various websites. Actors, sports stars, just about anyone we could think of who had a good body. Eventually Lauren landed on something between a swimmer and male model. I studied the reference material for a few minutes then sat back. "Ok, I guess now it's my turn. I think I have enough juice in me to make it work from this morning and then on the bus."

I stripped down and Lauren made an appreciative noise as my dick came into view. I rolled my eyes and she laughed, then I lay down on her bed. "Just, uh, keep an eye out or something I guess. I don't know how long this will take." I closed my eyes and started thinking about the reference materials again. As I got the image in my mind I concentrated on my body becoming that shape, as if I had done all of the exercise required to get it and now I had the physical power and look of those finely honed muscles. The image and idea seeped into the pool of fireworks I kept locked in the back of my head and for a second I felt totally relaxed.

Then a jolt of pain shot up one leg. "Ow!" I yelled, grabbing at it, but instantly felt another jolt run up my back. "Shit!"

"What's wrong?" Lauren asked, eyes wide in a panic.

"I think I fucked up," I managed before I was wracked by a series of shooting pains all over my body. I could feel myself jerking around in reaction to the shots of pain and in the background I could hear Lauren sobbing, unable to do anything to help me. Eventually the pain stopped and I heaved in a breath, my entire body tingling with exhaustion.

"Jeremiah, are you ok?" Lauren asked, the fingers of one hand lightly brushing my shoulder. At some point she had taken my head and it was cradled in her lap and I realized I was looking up past her bare breasts to her tear-streaked face.

"Yeah, I think so," I replied a little hoarsely. I shifted and eased myself up to a standing position, looking down at my body. "Well, it worked." And it had. I was one lean, mean fighting machine, muscled without being bulky, everything clearly defined without looking overdone.




Font of Fertility Ch. 02



"Jerry, you look amazing," Lauren replied, "But what happened?"

"I think it was how I thought about the spell. I thought about how I wanted my body to look as if I had done all the exercise necessary to get there. I was too specific, so I didn't just 'change' my body. I think... I think all of my muscles just went through years of workout in the space of a minute."

It made sense, in a way. I could still feel some of the fireworks in the back of my head, and I should have felt completely empty with the amount of changes I had made. Somehow, instinctually, I knew that. But because of that caveat I had made I'd paid for the spell in another way, the pain had saved me power.

"Well, are you going to be ok?"

"Yeah," I responded, "I think so, I just need to sit down for a minute and catch my breath."

I moved over to Lauren's desk chair and sat down, and I could immediately feel the difference in my body. The way I moved was a little more fluid, I immediately sat with good posture, and I even felt different in the way my butt landed on the seat. Lauren got up and walked over, the sight of her nudity doing more than I would have thought to revitalize me.

She stood behind the chair and started rubbing my shoulders, leaning down and whispering in my ear, "Thank you. For going through that. I know you said it was for you, but I know it was really for me."

I gently took one of her hands and brought it to my lips, kissing her fingers and palm. "Anything for you. Always. Just ask."

She leaned down and I could feel her nipples pressing into my shoulders as she hugged me from behind. I stood up and drew her over to the bed, laying her down before curling up at her side. I kissed her lightly on the lips, drawing a little smile, then kissed the tip of her nose. I slowly, barely brushing her skin, kissed away the tear streaks on her cheeks, then down one side of her jawline. Our lips met again, lingering for a long while until I shifted, kissing her neck and down to her collar bone. I kissed across her upper chest, then slowly down between her breasts.

Lauren was breathing deeply now, one of her hands lightly tracing designs on my back while the other lay limply askew. For the first time with her I took my time and explored, covering her breasts in kisses and little licks, circling in toward her centre. Her areolas were just a bit bigger than a quarter and were a shade of pink lighter than her sun-kissed golden skin, and as I administered to her they puffed out slightly as her small nipples hardened. I gave each side equal attention, switching my mouth back and forth as she moaned her appreciation. I eventually slid down from her now flushed chest and breasts, trailing kisses along her abdomen, pausing briefly at her belly button to lick around it and tickle her lightly with my lips.

I kept going, eventually repositioning myself as she spread her legs in anticipation. I kissed down one side of her thick little diamond of pubic hair before kissing and licking at the inner joint of her one leg. I did the same for the other joint before moving my face up again, kissing just above her bush. Then I buried my nose in it, breathing in her clean scent deeply, before getting a grip on a thick patch with my teeth and tugging lightly, causing her to groan and her hands to come down and lace themselves in my hair. I released, shifted down and inch and tugged again, repeating the motion a few times until I was out of bush and staring into her pussy.

She was almost dripping with anticipation, her little pink lips flowering open and begging for attention. Again I took my time, working with the lightest of kisses around her outer lips, teasing her with breaths as she groaned in pleased frustration, wiggling in place until I finally planted one kiss right in the centre of her pussy, and then another directly onto her clit. She shuddered briefly, but I knew it was only a tremor, and just as she started to beg quietly for more I dove in forcefully, my tongue probing her depths as my nose bounced across her clit hood several times.

"Ooooh, fuck yeah," She moaned loudly, her hands tightening in my hair. I had eaten at this fount before, but her pure sweetness still surprised me. I couldn't help but admire the gorgeous lines of her pussy, so demure compared most of the ones I had seen on the internet, clean and beautiful.

I slowly started to work my ministrations in a southerly direction, using my hands to push her legs out and back until she got the message and grabbed her knees and pulled them back to either side of her chest. It's funny, the thoughts that go through your head when you kiss your girlfriend's butthole for the first time. You would think it would be something like 'Oh god, oh god, oh god I'm kissing a butthole,' but between the sexual charge in the room, the emotional intensity of the moment and the fact that I knew she had taken her time to make sure she was clean for me, it wasn't an issue.

I used my now free hands to spread her cheeks a little broader and started using my tongue to circle her little puckered hole before trailing up the entire area with a broad lick, snorting quietly to myself at the thought of 'stern to stem.' I trailed my tongue back down and circled more tightly on her anus, getting the full reality of why it was called a 'rim job' as I could feel the centre of it give way slightly. Over the course of a couple minutes I managed to weasel my tongue through that tight little opening, stabbing into it and feeling it squeeze down as Lauren flexed and quaked from the pleasure she was feeling. I brought the pinky of my right hand up and somehow managed to wedge it in next to my tongue, slowly trading places until my mouth was free and my finger was trapped in her bum.

She grunted and shifted, craning her neck to see what I was seeing. She grinned weakly and chuckled, "Well, it feels a lot better than the enema, that's for sure."

I laughed, then bent my head and kissed her pouty pussy lips and she moaned and let her head drop back. Making sure to slowly thrust my finger back and forth in her ass, I went to town on her pussy again, eventually slipping the thumb of my jerking hand in and concentrating my lips and tongue on her clit. She quaked a few more times, and just as she was going through her next one I took her entire clit and hood between my teeth just beyond the base, squeezed it and started flicking my tongue firmly over it.

Lauren gasped, jerked slightly and froze, and that's when I pressed my ring finger into her butt alongside my pinky. Her eyes went wide, her mouth dropped open in a silent scream and her whole body shuddered as her pussy clamped around my thumb and her asshole bore down my wriggling fingers. Just as her movements were starting to lessen I grinned and swiftly removed my fingers from both her orifices. She gasped, and I stood and positioned my rock hard cock at her pussy and thrust my entire length in one shot.

"HOLY FUCK!" She yelled, going into another shuddering state of orgasm as I slow stroked in and out of her. I came down over top of her in a push-up position, my body pressing her legs down even further and I kissed her hard. She wasn't responsive for a moment, then she started kissing me back as I kept fucking her. After a while I drew back from kissing her, sitting up straight on my knees and letting her legs ease back into a more comfortable position. I shifted our bodies slightly so that I was straddling one of her legs, which was straight on the bed, and had the other one held up to my chest. This put Lauren's tits at an odd angle, but it also meant they bounced more with each thrust. She came again in this position and I had to check myself from coming because I knew if I stopped now we weren't going to make it to our goal.

I slowed my pace and let Lauren recover, eventually pulling out and resting my dick on her inflamed pussy, breathing hard. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, her glazed expression and content smile speaking volumes.

"Thanks," she croaked out, and I laughed and bent over her again, kissing her. "Now it's my turn to give you something. Grab the lube."

She flipped over on to her stomach and spread her cute little ass cheeks apart as I did as she requested. She grinned lazily and laid her head down, "One to lube up, Scotty."

I chuckled and flipped open the bottle, spurting out a generous portion into her butt cleavage. I slowly massaged it around, then began pressuring her asshole with a finger until it slid in. I worked the finger in and out and spurted another gob of lube, figuring this wasn't a case of less is more. As I worked the finger in her butt I leaned over and kissed her slightly arched lower back and felt her ease a bit of the tension she had.

"Ok, you ready for finger number two?"

She nodded silently, so I drew my pointer finger out until barely the tip remained inside her slippery hole, then pressed forward until my middle finger joined it, easing in and out slowly as her tight ring tried to grip at them despite the lube.

"Oooooh man, that's weird." She groaned, but she also pulled her cheeks a little wider apart. A minute later I repeated the process, working my ring finger in while I used my other hand to massage her pussy. In a moment of inspiration I rotated my hand so that it wouldn't be in the way, then scooted myself forward carefully and lined myself up with her pussy, slowly sliding my dick in while I continued to slowly work my fingers in and out. Her groan this time was wordless and sounded a little like she was relieved.

I lightly thrust a couple times, barely a quarter of an inch, while I tried to make sure she was stretched enough and comfortable with something in her ass. Finally, I pulled my dick out and squirted a last glob of lube onto it, spreading it around the head one-handed before withdrawing all three fingers from her butt.

"Alright, Lauren. Uh, hop on I guess."

She didn't move though, and instead kept holding her cheek spread wide apart. "Mm-mm," she shook her head. "No, I want it like this."

"If you sit on it you can be in charge though, make sure you're alright."

"No," she said, almost pouting. "I trust you, I want it like this."

I couldn't do anything but shrug. I was happy with this prospect, I wasn't about to complain. I inched my straddling legs up her thighs a bit more and lined my dick up, the head just barely bumping against her asshole.

"Alright, babe. I love you. Tell me if it hurts too much and I'll stop."

Lauren looked back at me, a wanton look in her eyes, "Jer, shut up and fuck my ass."

I smirked at her vulgar mouth and nodded, before looking down at my task. As I pressed forward I encountered more resistance, but Lauren took a deep breath and then her anus relaxed and the first inch and a half of my dick slipped through.

"Ooh, yeah. Wow." I thought I'd said it, before realizing Lauren and I had both said the same thing at the same time. I chuckled and she gasped and I realized if I laughed my dick rocked inside of her. Slowly, inch by inch, I slid my dick in and out, adding a bit more every few strokes. I was mesmerized by the sight of her little hole filled with my cock, and I loved the way her asshole puckered out a bit whenever I was on my backstroke, like it didn't want to let go.

I had worked about six inches in when Lauren asked, "How much more is there? You feel huge in there."

I looked up to her face as she looked over her should up to me, "Uh, maybe like another two and a half inches?"

"Oh, god. It's so good. Get it all in there right now."

So I thrust harder than before, the rest of my dick sliding into her hot, exceedingly tight hole. "There's your first, babe. Anal virgin no more."

She laughed and I could feel her muscles shifting in her abdomen. "Yeah, well no offence but I don't think I'll be playing with your butt like this any time soon."

I chuckled too, "Well, I appreciate that." I slowly pulled out half way then pushed back in.

"Alright, enough of this. I want you to fuck my ass, not probe me, got it?" She said as she faced forward again.

"Got it." I replied, pulling almost all the way out and thrusting in a little firmer than last time.

She gasped, but her head nodded, "Yeah, like that. So good."

I started building up a rhythm, sliding in and out of her ass and slowly picking up steam to make sure she wasn't getting hurt. At some point I took over spreading her cheeks and Lauren buried both hands under her, playing with her pussy as I thrust into her ass over and over. She was loose enough now that I had lost most of my concern that I might hurt her, and the way she was moaning and grunting in pleasure told me she was more than ok.

The slapping of her ass against my pelvis was almost mesmerizing, it filled the room along with both of our grunts of pleasure. Eventually I shifted so that I was on one knee, the other leg up, changing the angle of my thrusts, then I reached out with one hand and took hold of Lauren by the shoulder, pulling her back slightly more towards me as I picked up the pace again, pounding into her. She let out a low, constant moan that turned into something like a purr- so I took a clue from our first time together and let go of her shoulder, wrapping my hand in her short hair, gripping near her scalp, pulling so that her back arched. One hand left her pussy and shot out, bracing against the headboard as her purr silenced, replaced by a rhythmic 'hunh-hunh-hunh' in time with my thrusts.

All at once Lauren tensed up and her ass clamped down tightly, but between the lube and my momentum all it did was add to the pressure building between us. Lauren let loose a massive "UUUNH Fuck Yeah!" that I worried the neighbours might have heard. I let go of her hair and she fell forward on to her elbows.

"Almost-there." I grunted as my thrusting picked up again.

"Oh, fuck so am I again! God, pump me full of that cum, I want to feel it fill up my ass."

Three things happened all at once. First, I started to cum. I don't know what it is, but when Lauren talks like that I just can't help myself. I felt the first blast in slow motion traveling through my cock and knew it was gonna be a big one.

Second, I came up with a plan that I was pretty happy with. I was going to shoot off a couple jets in Lauren's ass, then I'd pull out quick and thrust into her pussy and shoot off a couple more times there, then if I had anything left I would go back to her ass. It was a good plan and I knew she'd appreciate the effort.

The third thing was we both heard, "What the fuck!?" From the door of Lauren's room. My head whipped around even as my body tensed and the first pulse fired into Lauren's ass. Standing in the doorway, still in her coat and beanie hat from being outside, was the prettiest girl I knew. Not to say Lauren wasn't beautiful, but her sister Lindsey simply won the genetic lottery. Where Lauren's hair was cut short in a pixie cut near her jawline and was golden blonde, Lindsey wore her bright blonde hair long and frequently changed the style. Where Lauren was athletically slim, Lindsey had the same small build but a naturally smaller waist, along with slightly bigger tits and a bit more of an ass. She also happened to be classically beautiful and unblemished, her brown eyes so dark they were like coffee and her smile broad and inviting. If she wasn't also whip-smart and in pre-law, she could have easily been a runway model.

Lindsey wasn't smiling now, though. Instead, she stood with one hand on the door handle and her mouth gaping wide. I could feel Lauren tense under me in surprise, but I was well past the point of no return on my orgasm and my body was working with a mind of its own. Two blasts rocked into Lauren's ass and she involuntarily moaned in pleasure. My body, still working on my last laid plans, pulled out and thrust my dick back into her pussy, firing off a couple more jets while also giving Lindsey a very good look at my full length. Out of steam, I pulled out and fell onto my back, leaving Lauren panting lying on her stomach as I tried to grab something to cover myself with.

"I-I-I'm so sorry," Lindsey stuttered in the doorway, her eyes darting back and forth between me and Lauren. "I heard noises when I came in and came to see what it was."

"You're -pant- early, Linds." Lauren got out, rolling closer to the edge of the bed and grabbing a robe from the floor, covering herself.

"Yeah, I- uh, I'll let you guys get decent..." She trailed off, staring at me as I was forced to stand to grab something to cover myself with. "Uh, wow. Holy shit, you took all of that in your ass? I mean- sorry!" And she was gone, the door slamming behind her.

I turned to Lauren, who giggled and shrugged. "I mean, it wasn't exactly the plan but I guess that works for starters. She was obviously taken with your dick."

I abandoned putting on my boxers for a minute and sat down next to her. "How, uh, how are you feeling?"

Her smile grew warmer and she wriggled contentedly, "Good, actually. You spent so much time warming me up it barely hurt at first, then it felt really good." I grinned as she sat up and I put an arm around her. "Thanks for that, by the way. I didn't even do anything for you."

"You didn't have to; going down on you like that, you being so willing, that was more than enough turn on for me."

"Kay," she said quietly, hugging me as I pulled her in tighter, burying her head in my chest. After a few minutes just holding each other she coughed and then made a surprised noise. "Oh, uh, I guess I need to go take care of some, uh, issues in the bathroom. That or I'm gonna leak cum all over my bed in a couple seconds."

She stood and went to the door, still naked, and peaked out. She looked back at me and gave me a wink before slipping out and into the bathroom, leaving me sitting on her bed with my dick half hard again.

"Well," I said out loud to no one in particular, "I guess that happened."




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Thanks for reading. Next installment is in the works and will hopefully be ready soon.

If you enjoyed be sure to check out my non-FoF story My Eyes Are Closed in the Incest/Taboo section.

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Font of Fertility Ch. 03



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All Characters are 18 years or older. 

This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I would suggest reading earlier chapters if you have not already. This chapter includes elements of incest, voyeurism and exhibitionism. And yes, sex.

Immense thanks to Ante_Matter for his continued editing.

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*** 1 - Fixing the Sibling Relationship***

I was as quiet as I could be, opening the front door to my house. I had plans with Stacey, my sister, but I just needed time to think for a minute before I dealt with the issues between us. I managed to get upstairs to my room, closing the door quietly behind me, and went to flop on my bed only to find it bare of sheets.

Fuck.

I had totally forgotten that I'd woken up that morning and needed to wash my sheets because I'd been drenched in sweat and fucking semen after a wet dream. A wet dream about my sister, I might add, that had led almost immediately to me walking in on her completely naked in the bathroom.

Not even a minute in my room and I was already distracted. Stacey needed to come second for a moment, right now I needed to think about Lauren.

Two days in a row we'd gone back to her house after school and fucked like rabbits. No, not like rabbits, we were way better at it than that. We fucked like pornstars, except we loved each other. The only problem was pornstars had people watching while they fucked, and we were already two for two on getting walked in on. 

First day, Adama the magic pixie-thing. 'Surprise, you're a sex mage!' Great, whatever, I'd have been happy enough with the fact that I'd just lost my virginity to my childhood sweetheart. Second day, Lauren's sister Lindsey walks in just as I'm coming in Lauren's ass, and not only is Lauren not bothered, she is giddy over the fact that we got started early in pulling Lindsey into our bed.

I'm supposed to build up a god damn harem to power my magic and the first two candidates are the sister of my girlfriend and my own sister.

This is so totally fucked up. And it brought me right back to the problem at hand. Lauren had said take my time, but had made it clear bringing my sister into the fold was more than welcomed. Which meant I needed to decide soon whether I was into incest in more than a day dream kind of way. I'd always loved Stacey, and even lusted after her a bit in my nightly masturbation sessions, but full on reality incest?

What if I went for it and she wasn't interested? Or worse, was disgusted with me? It could mean getting kicked out of the house. She could tell everyone we knew, ruin my relationship with my parents. There were so many things that could go wrong with this but none of it changed the fact that I wanted her. Deep, deep down I knew I wanted to just bury my face between her ass cheeks and eat her out like I did Lauren. I wanted to spend hours exploring her, telling her how much I loved and adored her. Fucking her until we collapsed from exhaustion.

Fuck. Now I had myself all revved up and I still had to go talk to her like a regular person. Dealing with this shit alongside Lauren was so much easier than when we were apart. I almost called her, my phone in my hand, but I didn't. This was one thing I needed to figure out on my own.

I sighed and figured I should probably rub one out so that I wasn't sprouting a hard on the moment I saw Stacey and remembered her naked in the bathroom. Adama would probably show up, powered by the latent sexual energy I would generate and expecting I needed something, but I could just send her away. At least I assumed I could, I still wasn't quite sure of the dynamic that was supposed to be between us. My chance was gone, though, a quiet knock at my bedroom door stopping me from dropping my drawers.

I got up from the bed and opened the door, face to face with Stacey. Her eyes were big and shining, I could see the worry in them. She had her light brown hair back in a ponytail and was dressed down in a pair of baggy sweats and an old t-shirt. I couldn't help noting her nipples were as pointy as ever, creating bumps on her chest even through her heavy bra. Those nipples, the ones I'd seen this morning. Almost an inch long in the cold, begging to be played with.

"Hey," she said quietly before licking her lips nervously. "I heard you come in."

"Yeah, I just needed a minute before we, uh, we talk I guess."

"Oh, do you want me to-?" She took a step back and glanced back down the hall towards her room.

"No," I replied, a little louder than necessary. My hand had reached out and touched her arm, not grabbing but holding her in place just by touching. I pulled it back quickly. "I- I just need to change into something comfortable. Do you want to talk in your room then watch the movie downstairs?"

She shook her head, "We can talk downstairs. Mom and Dad left for their date night. Dinner and a movie, we should be good for a bit."

"Ok, you wanna pick something on netflix?"

She smiled just a little. "Sure. I- Well we can talk downstairs."

"Ok." I shut the door softly and shook my head. Why was this so awkward? I'd walked in on her naked, it's not like she knew the rest of what was going on.

I quickly changed, opting for a pair of tight Under Armour briefs beneath my own baggy sweatpants, hoping the briefs would control any ne'er-do-well erections I might generate while talking with Stacey about seeing her naked. Or even just sitting with her watching a movie, honestly. My sister was hyper-fit from her competitive rowing, giving her this lean and lithe physique that made her look dangerous-sexy even if she was cramming her face with popcorn on a cheat night. 

I slowly made my way downstairs, still worrying in my head the entire way. There was just no way to know what I should do.

She was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, her eyes still big and nervous as she turned to watch me enter the living room. I went to sit in the chair, but changed my mind at the last minute and sat on the opposite end of the couch, facing her.

"So..." I said, trailing off indecisively.

"Yeah, so."

"Ok, well I guess I should start," I followed up, and she nodded. "Again, Stace, I'm really sorry. I had no idea you were in there this morning. I didn't even realize you were in the bathroom until you shouted, I was in such a daze."

She looked down at her hands in her lap and smiled, "Yeah, I kinda realized that after you'd left."

"And I left as soon as I was able to, y'know, start processing what was happening."

"Yeah, I got that too."

We sat for a little while in silence, Stacey staring at her hands and me nervously fidgeting with mine. She finally shook her head and sighed, "This shouldn't be that big of a deal. It's... it's partially my fault, Jer."

I must have looked bewildered because she quickly followed up, "Not this morning, the weirdness. I- It's embarrassing, more embarrassing than just my brother walking in on me. Do you... do you promise not to think I'm weird if I tell you?"

Weird? Nothing she could say would make me ever think she was weirder than I was. Sex magic, I mean come on. How did you top that on the weird scale? "I promise, Stace."

"Ok. This morning I woke up... well, I woke up horny because I'd had a sexy dream, and I wanted to feel pretty so that's why I was shaving my legs. Because I'd wanted the person I was dreaming about to notice, even if it was just me being a tease or something."

Ooooh God, I inwardly groaned. The fucking dream. Adama had explained it briefly, but it hadn't really clicked in until I had spoken to Lauren later on. The wet dream that had caused my need to change the sheets of my bed had ended with me fucking Lauren in a bed with someone else near by, and Lauren had had the same dream except she'd known it was Lindsey, her sister. Before Lauren, though, I'd been dreaming about fucking Stacey. So she had dreamed it too.

"So when you walked in," she continued, "I was flustered, 'cause I'd been thinking about showing off but not, y'know, showing off. So that's probably why I was more weirded out than I should have been. I'm sorry too. I should have come to talk to you before I left, Jer. Or more on the phone. I can't imagine what kind of day you must have had."

Well, I'd fucked Lauren in a bathroom stall, on a bus and then up the ass at her house. Not a bad day really, though saying that would probably screw this entire conversation up.

"Stace," I said slowly, "I'm gonna ask you something weird, but please just answer honestly. Was it- Was it me in the dream?"

Her eyes widened slightly but she didn't say anything.

"Because it's ok if it was. Or if it wasn't. I'm just trying to make sense of it all."

She licked her lips again and went back to looking at her hands. "Yeah, it was you, ok? It was just a dream, though. It's not like I meant it or anything."

"I know, it's ok Stace. I sometimes have dreams about you too."

"You do?" She asked, looking back up at me.

"Well can you blame me?" I grinned sheepishly, "You're gorgeous. And honestly, your bra problem has been a fixture of my life throughout my teenage years."

She smiled and chuckled quietly, "Yeah, I figured you'd noticed once or twice."

"So, are we- Are we ok, now that it's out in the open?"

She nodded, "Mmhmm."

I opened my arms to her and she slid across the couch into my hug, wrapping her arms around me as I squeezed her to my chest. For the first long moment it was nice, a warm sibling hug after we had worked out something important between us. But then her hands started wandering, pressing firmly into my back and sides.

"Uh," she said, pulling back from the embrace, "What the fuck?"

I had no idea what was wrong. I didn't even have a hard on, though I mentally double checked.

Stacey grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it halfway up my chest. "Holy shit, Jeremiah. When the fuck did you get cut?"

I looked down, realizing she'd found the changes Lauren and I had picked out for my body. Where once I had been just a little on the chubby side, not fat but 'fleshy,' I had muscles. I wasn't ripped like a bodybuilder, or even a football player or something, but I was certainly toned. Swimmer bod, Lauren had called it, with all the definition but none of the bulk. Now Stacey was staring at my visible abs and lack of love-handles.

"Uh, well..." How the fuck did I answer her? 'Today, I used my magic dick,' certainly wasn't going to work. "I- just-I dunno-"

"Did you do this for Lauren?" She asked, one hand reaching out and brushing over my abdomen lightly, her eyes trained on my body.

"Yeah," I answered, and honestly, "I wanted to be as fit for her as she is."

Stacey seemed to realize she was stroking me with her her fingertips and pulled her hand away, letting go of my shirt at the same time. "That's so sweet, Jer. I just wish you'd told me, I could have helped the. When did you start working out? Guy your age, might not have taken too long but still. Six months?"

"Kind of? End of last school year I guess?" How long was that? It was december now so four months of school and two months of summer. That made almost six, close enough. "I sort of wanted it to be my thing. I'm sorry I didn't ask for help." And I was, I should have thought of getting Stacey to help me work out months, if not years ago. I'd been lazy and a fool.

"It's ok, I get it." She said, smiling at me now. "You shouldn't hide it though, bud. You got a sexy bod now, if you weren't with Lauren you could pull all kinds of chicks."

I shrugged and looked away, a little embarrassed. Stacey shuffled back away from me and picked up the remote, turning on the television. She picked some inane indy-love flick about people who worked at a brewery or something. The actresses were hot enough that I could keep myself distracted from looking over at Stacey too much, who was now lounging comfortably. I guess with everything in the open we were good again, not that that answered any of the issues she wasn't really aware of. Was I going to try and fuck my sister?

I excused myself about two thirds of the way through the movie and went to the washroom. After taking a quick piss I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror blankly before going back to the living room. Stacey was lain out on the couch, her feet where I'd been sitting. It was obvious she wanted a foot rub, since that was what usually happened at this point, but I didn't think that was a good idea for the moment.

For one, I would absolutely get an erection from touching any part of her for too long right now, and for a second reason there was everything else that we'd just discussed. Instead of lifting up her feet and sliding underneath them like I usually would, I scoffed.

She looked up at me innocently, giving me a 'Pwetty pwease?' smile. "Oh, that's how it is?" I said over the movie, then flopped down right on top of her, keeping the majority of my weight from crushing her by catching myself with my hands. I'd landed lengthwise on the couch, my head next to hers as I dug my hands underneath her from both sides, pinning her to me and the couch at the same time before starting to tickle her sides.

Stacey screeched, part laugh and part outrage, before she started thrashing violently. We wrestled for almost a full minute playfully, somehow she managed to weasel her way out not only from my grasp, but also into the power position on top of me, straddling my waist as I looked up at her from below.

We finally both stopped, wheezing through our laughter, and she collapsed on top of me as we shook together. Her head was on my chest, her hands on my upper arms and her legs still straddling mine. I realized the position we were in after a long moment of deep breathing, trying to calm my heart rate from the wrestling. If we were naked, she'd be riding me.

I had a hard on. There was no way she couldn't be aware of it, and there was nothing I could do unless I made it painfully obvious, so as we both caught our breaths and she wiggled a little bit, snuggling in on top of me, I resigned myself to trying not to move my dick around too much.

The movie was still playing, and we both turned to watch it, my head on the armrest and hers on my chest. At some point I turned my head back and kissed the top of her head, murmuring, "I love you, Stace."

"I love you too." She murmured back.

I thought we were good. Free of issues. Why the fuck did would I ever think that?

Neither of us had seen the movie, how were we supposed to know there was a sexy love scene to trigger the final issues of the characters? It started slow and you could almost miss that it was coming. I very suddenly realized what was going on when the actress pulled off her shirt, revealing her tits to the camera.

One of Stacey's hands tightened slightly on my arm. I could feel my hard-on get a little firmer, pushing lightly against the binding of my briefs as it tried to firm to it's full length against the weight of my sister.

Fuuuuuck, I groaned internally. There was no way she wasn't going to notice.

I can't be sure if she noticed first, or only realized after a little bit of her own actions, but I do know she became fully aware of my raging woody. It started with just a little added pressure, her hips moving slightly as if to reposition her weight. Then it happened again, and her hand tightened on my arm.

She did it again, and I brought the hand squashed into the back of the couch up and put it on the small of her back. I swear I meant it as a warning, like, 'You probably shouldn't be doing that,' but I didn't say it. My pinky and ring finger were touching her skin where her shirt had rode up a bit, her warmth nice on my fingertips. Her hips moved again, more deliberately this time, and I felt the muscles of her back move under my hand.

The love scene continued, all of thirty seconds, and by the end of it Stacey's hips were moving in little circles, my dick rock hard in my pants.

"Stace," I whispered, and she turned to look up at me. Then we were kissing, and my other hand was up cupping her face to mine as the first one slid under her shirt and slid up and down her back from waistband to bra strap. She was working her hips more deliberately now, her groin riding up and down my shaft through our clothes as our tongues danced lightly. She arched her back upwards, putting some separation between us, and her hand pulled my shirt up my body until we had to break the kiss so she could pull it off me. She immediately began sliding her hands across my sides and chest, lightly grazing my skin with her nails as she bent down to kiss me again. Her hips were jerking backwards and forwards, mine thrusting counter to hers, trying to create as much friction as possible. Damn she felt good, lying on top of me.

I grabbed her ass fully with both hands, pulling her more firmly against me as I kneaded her clothed cheeks. She sat up and we looked at each other dreamily, then she pulled her shirt up over her head, leaving her in just a sports bra. She bent back down and kissed my shoulder. "I want to feel you," She moaned, then we were kissing again as we thrust at each other.

I'd never really understood what dry humping actually entailed, but now I sure did. At some point the movie ended and we didn't care. Our lips were locked, our hands were busy roaming and our hips were rotating, the thin sweatpants and underwear giving us a pretty good impression of where my dick was rubbing against her pussy. 

After the day I'd had, it was taking me a long time to really start to feel like I was building to an orgasm. Apparently Stacey hadn't had a sex-filled romp day, though, and she started showing signs of an oncoming climax a lot sooner. Her breathing got laboured and she started making tiny moaning noises into my mouth as we kissed. Finally she sat up again, her hip movements becoming agitated as she made it obvious she was grinding her clit against the hardness of my dick. I put one hand on her muscled, bare belly, moving her back and forth while my other hand pulled her head down and I kissed her firmly. Her mouth pulled back from mine just a fraction of an inch as it opened wide, her eyes screwed shut as the moaning sounds became sharp, high intakes of breath matched by violent jerks of her whole body.

She collapsed down onto me and I held her lightly as she tried to catch her breath. "Fuck," she breathed out. "Fuck."

I rolled both of us and maneuvered her so that we were spooned and I was holding her from behind. She curled up a bit more and I couldn't help feeling her ass pressing against my still hard cock inside my pants. We were both panting, and I almost felt more tired from this than I had fucking Lauren. Dry humping required micro movements to try and repeatedly hit the right spot through so much clothing, and the intensity we'd been going at it kept us both silent for a long minute.

I was happy to just hold Stacey, my dick pressed against her fantastic butt and her warm back to my chest. I leaned my head forward and kissed her neck, and she sobbed.

Wait, what? She was shaking now, her hands clinging to my arms around her chest.

"What the fuck did we just do?" She said aloud, and I realized while I might have been ready for something like this, my sister certainly hadn't been.

"What the fuck is wrong with us?" She asked again, turning in my arms so that she was facing me. "That was so fucking wrong. We just-" She sobbed again and drew back, rolling away from me and onto the floor.

"Hey, Stace, it's ok."

"No, it's not ok. We were making out. You're my brother. I'm your older sister and I just- I just fucking came because we were dry humping each other."




Font of Fertility Ch. 03



"Stacey, nothing's wrong-"

"Of course it fucking is!" She yelled at me. "We are so fucking screwed up, what the fuck is wrong with us?"

All I wanted to do was make it better. It might not have been my fault, well not all my fault, but Stacey really felt terrible about what we had just done.

Fuck, I thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I reached deep and started casting the spell without even really thinking about it, changing it as I went.

She would forget this had happened, everything after us wrestling had been a dream. We were ok. Happy. Brother and Sister. We'd finished the movie snuggling and then gone to our separate beds and she'd dreamed the rest. She wouldn't remember this was real until I flipped a switch in her memories, until she was ready or wanted more. I was surprised to find it didn't even take much of the power I had built up, the pool of sexual energy in me barely shrinking as I tapped into it.

Stacey had gotten quiet as I'd focused on the spell and was now sitting in a daze. Her face was blank and her eyes unfocused. I slid to the floor next to her and took her face in my hands. I kissed her on the mouth, more than brother and sister but less than lovers. That's all that had happened tonight, just a kiss to say goodnight.

"Go to bed, Stacey."

She got up and headed upstairs without saying a word. I picked up our shirts and followed her, opening her door after she had shut it and tossed hers on the floor. Stacey started stripping in the middle of her room and I hesitated, but quickly turned away and closed the door. We'd done enough. I had done enough. I loved her, I wasn't about to abuse her more than I already had, messing with her memories.

I went to my own room and sat on my bed.

Fuck me.

Was I a horrible person? The worst part was that if I wanted to avoid a repeat of last night, I still needed to jerk off.

Adama appeared almost instantly, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as she sat on the end of my bed.

"Not now," I told her firmly, and I guess she saw the look in my eyes.

"Alright, but just so you know, the Council has been called in two weeks. We'll need to prep you for it soon."

"Fine," I grunted. "Not now. I just want to go to sleep."

She gave me a look, part appraising and part concerned, before disappearing in her little puff of smoke.

Just to be safe, I jerked off twice. Both times to thoughts of Stacey.

***2 - Risking It***

My second morning as a mystically empowered sorcerer of sexual energies, and it was just as fucked up as the first one. At least this time I wasn't fucking it up directly.

When I went to the washroom I knocked loudly. Twice.

Stacey stuck her head out of her bedroom door, laughing quietly. "I'm done in there, dork. Scared of seeing me naked again?"

"Just making sure."

She rolled her eyes and blew me a goofy kiss. "My hero." Her head disappeared back into her room and she closed the door.

Well, at least it looked like the spell had worked. She wasn't acting weird, wasn't freaking out. She wasn't even making inappropriate innuendos. Still, I knew. That was enough to make it weird.

Breakfast was much of the same. Her goofy, me responding but a little subdued. She noticed and ribbed me a bit more, trying to get me to open up, but I held her off until I had to leave for the bus.

I met Lauren at her locker that morning, walking right into her open arms and kissing her firmly. "No skirt today?"

She laughed, her nose crinkling, then pecked me lightly on the lips. "Nope, not after yesterday. I figured I gave up so much, I should tease you a bit." She turned and stuck out her butt, which was tightly encased in a pair of form fitting jeans. She looked innocently over her shoulder at me. "You like?"

In response on made a biting and chewing motion with my mouth towards her ass, making her giggle again and turn back into my arms. I sighed, the sound of her laugh washing over me and easing the tension I'd been holding in to. I held her to me and leaned back against her locker, kissing her on the nose. "I have something to tell you."

Her eyes lit up a little. "Oh, really?"

While I quietly told her what had happened last night with Stacey, Lauren's hands wandered underneath my shirt and she licked her lips, biting her lower one when I told her about Stacey having an orgasm from our dry humping. Then I told her about the spell.

"That... well I guess that's prudent." She said carefully. "I mean, you could have just made her ok with it."

"What?"

"Well, if you can change her memories, and your body, I'm sure you could just make her... ok with it. Like it wasn't a problem for her."

"That's-" I wasn't sure what to say. She was right, but it wasn't right. "I can't do that. Not to Stacey. I love her, a lot like I love you but different because she's my sister. I couldn't do that to her, and I couldn't do that to you."

Lauren frowned and nodded, "Alright. But what about other people?"

"I don't know, it would depend on the situation."

She cocked her head a bit, "So we don't have a line? No absolutes?"

"I guess not," I said thoughtfully. "I mean, we're talking about... Well we're talking about sex magic here. I'm pretty sure the whole thing is a grey area to begin with."

Lauren looked up at me for a long moment, then kissed me firmly on the mouth again. "Good. When you said you were messing with her mind, I got worried for a second. Power corrupts, or whatever. I don't want you to change, Jerry. You're mine, and I'm yours, and I intend to keep you as the person I love not just the person I fuck."

We lingered a while, kissing and talking about normal things. I felt like we were a spectacle, other students walking by and glancing at us, sometimes even staring. We were one of those couples. The overly touchy, just a little too much PDA ones. I didn't give a damn, though. I was in love with my best friend.

She made me leave, telling me we couldn't be late for class again today even if it was the last day of school. I pinched her butt and she yelped, then raised an eyebrow at me before turning and strutting away, her ass looking fantastic in her jeans even if it wasn't as nice as Stacey's, or her sister's for that matter.

I spent the entire first period daydreaming about her, and decided there was no way I was going to be able to concentrate at all until lunch time if I didn't get to see her again. Lauren had gym during the second period of the day and since the winter cold had set in her class would be in the gym itself instead of outside.

Skipping class, I waited in the hallway for nearly half the period before it was empty and I could slip into the girls change room. Once I was inside, I took a moment to look around. The rumours were definitely not true, their locker room wasn't nicer than the guys. In fact, it might have been even messier, girl's bags lying around open with all manner of crap half-spilled out. I was tempted to go diving for panties or bras, but I was on a mission and could be a pervert some other time. Making my way past the lockers and bathroom stalls, I slipped into the shower room and sat in the corner nearest the door so that anyone passing by wouldn't be able to see me.

So I could effect minds; change memories and maybe even brain chemistry. Could I send a message, though? Could I receive one? Did I even want to attempt reading minds?

There was only one way to find out. Closing my eyes, I first focused on the pool of energy I kept shunted to the back of my consciousness. It was always there now, but only tried to take over my presence of mind while I was having sex and thankfully I had that pretty much under control too. The pool felt like it shuddered inside my head when I looked at it directly. Reaching out, sending a message, that would be the easiest thing to do and wouldn't use up much power at all.

Tapping into the source cautiously, like dipping a single fingertip into a pool of water, I took a deep breath and reached out, thinking about Lauren and finding her almost immediately like a light in the dark. Showers.

I sent it three times, about fifteen seconds apart, then waited. Two minutes felt like forever when you were trying to find out if you could send psychic communication, and I was about to try something else when I heard footsteps out in the locker room. They came straight towards the back, and for one long second I worried maybe someone else had gotten the message, or maybe someone had seen me sneak in here and had gone for a teacher, but Lauren's head popped into view around the corner.

"Well that was a new one," She said, walking around fully. The school gym uniform wasn't exactly flattering, a grey baggy t-shirt and royal blue athletic shorts making up the whole ensemble, though Lauren was wearing knee high socks which made the whole thing a little sexier.

I stood up and she walked into my arms. Her hair was pulled back in a stubby little pony tail and I took it in one hand, holding her head to mine as our tongues fought each other for dominance. I finally pulled back, "I couldn't wait and figured I'd try it out."

"Mmm," she moaned, kissing me again lightly, "Is it weird that psychic powers makes me hot?"

"Not as long as they're my psychic powers."

She grinned. "Must be it."

I pulled her into me by her ass, letting her feel how hard I was before I lowered myself to my knees, looking up at her. Lauren laced her fingers through my hair and looked down at me smiling, my eyes locked with hers as I pulled down her shorts. Using my teeth, I grabbed ahold of her thong and slowly pulled it down, running my nose through her thick little bush before nudging at her hooded clit. I dropped the thong and Lauren spread her legs a bit, giving me access as I pulled her into my face, slurping noisily at her pussy.

One of her hands fixed firmly in my hair, moving my head ever so slightly as I worked my tongue and lips around her pussy, her other hand bracing herself against the wall behind me. I'm not sure how long I spent down there, but I was certainly enjoying myself and was rewarded for my efforts as I tasted Lauren's syrupy juices, surprised again at just how sweet she tasted.

Lauren finally pulled at my hair, signalling me to pull back. "We don't have much time," she panted, "If you want to fuck, we gotta do it now."

My grin, wide and happy, matched hers as I stood and dropped my pants. I kissed her hard as her hands found my dick and stroked me a few times, her touch bringing me to my hardest. She went to turn around but I held her still, instead turning us both so that her back was to the wall before leaning down and looping an arm under one of her legs. Lauren leaned back and lifted the leg until I was supporting it just above waist high, her body contorted a little but braced against the wall and leaving her more than open for me to slide my dick into her.

I did in two slow thrusts, firmly rooting myself in her beautiful warmth as I sighed, my forehead pressed to hers. "Fuck, you're perfect," I said.

"Hmmm," she hummed in agreement. I thrust and she gasped. "Seriously, Jer," She said with her eyes closed, "We gotta go fast."

In answer I thrust into her again, holding still for a long moment before breaking into a steady rhythm. The position was a little awkward, but I was hitting her at an angle I hadn't attempted before and the new sensation was heating us both up. I kissed her hard again, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing lightly around the shower room.

"Fuck, go harder," She said, then bit down on my lower lip. I did and she groaned. I felt powerful, supporting her in my arms. Her pussy was rippling on me and I knew I could fuck her forever. The only problem was we didn't have forever, we had until her class ended.

"Ready for something completely different?" I asked.

She looked at me confused, then on an out-thrust I hooked my open arm under her other leg and picked her up completely, each leg supported behind the knee and her pussy dropped onto my cock completely. "Ho-ly shit!" She said loudly, her words echoing.

I pinned her to the wall, my hands planted and keeping her legs in the air while I hammered her pelvis, and I wasn't sure whether it was her ass against the wall or her thighs on my hips sending the slapping sound bouncing around us.

I hammered, and she moaned her 'hunh-hunh-hunh' sound that told me she was getting close. I dropped my face and licked her neck before biting it lightly, and she made that growling noise I was coming to love as much as her laugh.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," She repeated, then growled again. I took a step back from the wall, changing my forward thrust into an upwards one as I used my new muscles to really maneuver her. She was bouncing in my lap as I was standing, now, and the squishing sound of her juices were slipping in amongst the sound of our bodies. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming," She said into my mouth.

Her pussy squeezed on me and she tensed, her own motions stopping, leaving me the only one keeping us balanced. She shuddered violently in her orgasm and I took a step back towards the wall, pinning her back to it as I thrust forcefully again and again. She growled again, but turned it into a cry of, "Aw, fuck yessss," as she came again, this time messily as she squirted around my cock, her juices dripping to the shower room floor. I slowed my thrusting and she hung her head into my shoulder until we were still.

"That was amazing," she said quietly, then looked up at me, but quickly switched to over my shoulder. That was when the giggling started, and as I looked back there were six girls all dressed in gym clothes staring at us in mixed states of surprise and curiosity. All of them, however, were building into a full bodied laugh.

"Oh, fuck," I said, letting go of Lauren's legs carefully enough that she was barely standing before I pulled out of her and scrambled for my pants, yanking them up. I almost just ran from the room, but stopped and kissed Lauren quickly before running with my head down, out through the locker room where a few more girls were standing around waiting to find out who was in the showers. 

Hoots and hollers followed me and I could clearly hear Lauren saying, "Oh, come on girls. I didn't even get to finish him, he's gotta have a huge case of blue balls. Leave him alone!"

I burst out of the locker room into a now busy hallway, slipping into the moving crowd and hoping no one noticed I'd just come from the girl's locker room. Not that it would stay a secret for long. Ten girls, maybe more, knew I'd been fucking Lauren in there. Pretty soon the whole damn school was going to know.

***3 - Showing Off***

The rest of the morning was more normal than I felt like it should be, other than Lauren's prophecy of blue balls. I was fucking aching after getting cut off so abruptly. Every time someone whispered in class, or checked their phone, or even looked in my direction I had to wonder if they knew yet. I must have been showing my stress though, because halfway through my third period english class Mrs. Morrison stopped next to my desk and asked me quietly if I was alright.

"Yeah," I managed, "Just, uh, it's alright."

She raised an eyebrow questioningly, "Stay a minute after class, Jeremiah."

I watched her walk back to the front of the class, her wide ass swaying as she shuffled between the rows. Mrs. Morrison wasn't fat, she was just a broad woman. Big ass, big bust, full lips and a big hair-do, she was a favourite of the guys because she showed off some cleavage and was always smiling like she had a secret.

And two nights ago I'd been in her dreams, those great big tits crushed against my chest as we kissed before she faded and I drifted to someone else. Did she remember that dream? The others, Lauren and Stacey, had both remembered but I felt like they were different. We did more, they meant more, but did that mean anything in the long run?

Did all the girls and women I had shared a moment with in that chaotic dream remember?

Now I was all sorts of new worried as the bell rang and the class started filing out. I stayed sitting at my desk and Mrs. Morrison strode back over. She sat on the desk ahead of mine, her business skirt riding up a little to show some of her leg over the top of her knee high boots and her bust pressing out against her blouse prominently.

"Jeremiah, I know you said you were alright, but you don't look well today. Are you sure everything is fine?"

"Yes, Miss. I'm sure, I just haven't been feeling myself lately. I'm sorry if I wasn't paying attention in class."

She smiled that smile of hers and leaned over, her hand on my arm and her cleavage deepening. "That's alright, Jeremiah. If there's anything I can do, don't hesitate. I would love to help fix whatever problem you're dealing with."

Holy shit, I thought, Is she hitting on me?

Her smile continued and her hand rubbed my arm for a long moment. "Umm," I said, quickly gathering my things, "Thanks, Mrs. Morrison. I'll let you know if I need your help." I stopped and looked at her, then directly at her tits before back to her face. "With anything."

Her eyebrow raised again and she stood, "Sounds like a plan. Have a good day, and eat something. You're looking a little gaunt."

Shaking my head, I left the classroom. This was fucking ridiculous, I didn't even know how I was supposed to react. Sex was popping up god damn everywhere and I couldn't figure out if it was because of me, or the magic, or what.

I made my way to the cafeteria and entered to find myself facing down almost every eye in the place. Conversations got quiet. People stopped moving. It was like one of those scenes in a movie where the main character walks in and- Oh, you know what I mean. It was out-of-this-world weird. I walked to an open table and sat, the cafeteria slowly getting noisy again, but the eyes were still watching me. Fucking creepy, being the centre of attention.

At one point I saw Emily Roberts, one of the 'in crowd' party girls, stare me down as she started walking towards me, but Benji and Jay slid into seats across from me and she walked right past us without saying a word.

"Hey," I greeted them, popping open a pudding cup from my lunch.

"What up," Benji said, "You feeling alright? You look, I dunno, sick or something."

"Yeah man, you kinda look sick. Like, thin or something."

"I'm fine, don't worry about it."

They both shrugged and opened their own lunches. We started talking about our usual fare, crappy video games and movies that were coming out soon, and for the first time in days I felt normal. Like really normal, so normal I wanted to just blurt it out and tell them about my whatever-powers thing. Just take off my sweatshirt and be like, 'Look at these guns, bitches!' and flex my new muscles and make them jealous.

I just had no idea what their reaction would be, or even what the magic-world's reaction would be. It was something I hadn't asked Adama, or even talked to Lauren about. Who was allowed to know? Who was it safe to have know?

I trusted Benji and Jay with just about everything in my life before this, but did that correlate? This was all bigger. A lot bigger.

"Hey Jerry, why the fuck is everyone looking at us?"

"What?" I asked, looking up from the plastic spoon I'd been bending in my hand as I was thinking.

"Everyone is fucking starring," Jay said, looking around. It was like a reverse-wave, wherever we looked people turned away or glanced down, embarrassed at being caught looking.

"Jeremiah and I got caught fucking in the girls locker room during second period," Lauren said simply as she slid into the seat next to mine, kissing me on the cheek.

Benji turned his head and sprayed half a juice box worth of liquid out of his mouth. I wish I'd been filming it, I could have sold the thing as the best spit take in history. Jay wasn't quite as dramatic, dropping a spoon of jello in his lap. "Uh, what?"




Font of Fertility Ch. 03



Benji was hacking, trying to get control of his breathing. Lauren smiled and grabbed my hand, "I said Jer and I got caught fucking in the girls locker room during second period. The whole school has got to know by now, how have you two not heard?"

"What the fuck, Jerry?" Jay said, "You don't fucking tell us this shit?"

"Yeah, what the fuck?" Benji followed up. "You didn't even tell us you two were screwing, let alone in public places!"

"Oh, I'm sorry for not wanting to tell you guys and for respecting Lauren enough not to brag about it."

"Well, fuck Jerry. Come on!" Jay threw his hands up in the air dramatically.

Lauren kissed me on the cheek again, "I think it's kind of sweet you didn't tell them, babe. Don't feel like you can't, though. We're pretty fucking good at it, feel free to brag."

The fact that Benji managed to recreate the spit take had the rest of us laughing so hard we were almost crying.

By the end of lunch the eyes were still watching us, but had lost some intensity. Lauren and I made plans to go see a movie that night, Lauren fending off Jay and Benji by informing them it was a date and we would be seeing a Rom-Com of her choosing. They both groaned and mutually agreed to spend the night playing video games instead.

The rest of the day was not normal. People whispered about me as I walked down the halls. They stared at me in class. Random guys offered me high fives that I answered with a quizzical expression before walking away. Girls giggled behind my back.

At least it didn't look like the teachers had heard yet, and I wasn't called down to the Vice Principal's office to account for my actions. By the end of the day I was ready to get out of the spotlight. Lauren was going to pick me up later for our movie date, so instead of meeting her after school I needed to rush to catch my own bus home. Unfortunately, as I was making my way down the halls a hand grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into an empty classroom.

"What the fuck?" I got out, before Emily Roberts shut the door behind us. 

Dark haired, slim and always dressed one step from slutty, Emily was looking at me with a predatory grin. She cycled through the best boyfriends, somehow managed straight A's, and was rumoured to have been double-teamed by a pair of seniors in a car during her freshman year. She was always the first to the new thing, and with the way she was eyeing me up it was pretty obvious who she thought her next conquest was going to be.

"Show it to me," she demanded.

"What?"

"Show it to me," she repeated, crossing her arms. "Show me your dick. There's no way it's as big as they're saying. You wouldn't have kept it a secret until the very end of high school if it was."

"Fuck you," I replied.

"Excuse me?"

"I said fuck you, I'm not showing you my dick."

"Fine. You show me and if it is as big as they say, I'll let you do to me what you supposedly did to Lauren Baxley."

"Uh, how about fuck you, leave me alone?"

She blinked a few times, taken aback that someone like me was denying someone like her. She had no idea what kind of person I really was.

"Why the fuck do you think I want to fuck you when I've got Lauren?" And Stacey, and Lindsey if Lauren has her way.

"Because I'm way hotter than her? And if she's anything like her sister, Lauren will fuck the entire track squad by the end of Christmas break. At least I can say I've never been gangbanged."

I don't condone hitting girls, but fuck I wanted to slap her. Instead I grabbed a mug full of pens off of the teachers desk beside me and threw it across the room. The pens went flying and the mug shattered against the brick wall. "You shut your fucking mouth. If you ever, ever say anything like that to me again I will fucking ruin you." Lauren didn't deserve rumours like that, and as a freshman I'd watched as Lindsey was run through the mud after one drunken mistake at a senior party. There had been pictures and she'd nearly transferred schools.

I was right up in Emily's face and her eyes were wide with fright, her jaw working but nothing coming out. I stormed past her, but as I got to the door I growled and spun back around. I ripped open my fly and fished out my dick, seven inches of flaccid man meat. "There you go, Emily. In all it's glory. And the only way you ever get to even see it again is if you go to Lauren and ask her permission. You want what she had? You want me to fuck you until you squirt over and over? You go beg for her permission and maybe I'll hate fuck you before the end of the year."

I shoved my dick back in my pants, zipped up and left the classroom, slamming the door behind me.

I barely caught my bus, the other students all staying a seat away from me. No one wanted to talk to me, and whether it was because of my mood or the rumours around school I couldn't tell.

By the time I got home I had calmed down a bit, but all I wanted to do was call Lauren and tell her what had happened. Instead, Stacey met me as I came in and gave me a big hug before asking if I wanted to work out with her.

Feeling guilty all over again about the memory spell, I ended up agreeing. Over the next two hours Stacey put me through my paces and I started to realize what my new body could really do. Before, I was light of breath if I took too many flights of stairs too fast. Now I was barely sweating after a half hour of cardio, and an hour and a half in I was feeling really good, even if I was tired. The aches were pleasant instead of cramping, and as we pushed ourselves through the last thirty minutes Stacey and I were grinning with competition, waiting to see who would give up first.

It was me, but not by much. My body might be able to handle the workout, but I didn't have the mental discipline that Stacey had developed over the years. We laughed, laying on the cool tile floor of the kitchen, until our mom found us and made us get up so she could make dinner. I asked Stacey if I could shower first since I had a date, which sparked off a whole conversation with the both of them, and I got scolded for not immediately informing my mom I was dating Lauren now. She was happy for us, but started making noises about us not being in empty houses together any more so I excused myself in a hurry.

I made sure not to even jerk it lightly in the shower, avoiding another Adama visit since I didn't have the time or the wherewithal to deal with the magic world. Just because Lauren and I had been fucking for the past two and a half days didn't mean I wanted our first date to not be special.

I dressed up a bit, even if it was just for the movies. Black jeans and a button up shirt. I thought about a tie but opted for a dark scarf under my jacket instead. A little spritz of cologne, my nicer pair of shoes. I even combed my hair a bit before deciding I liked it messier, shaking it out with my hands. As a last touch I borrowed a flower from my mom's bouquet on the dining room table, though I had no idea what kind it was. It was white and I figured that would go with anything.

Seventeen minutes waiting in my room, picking up the flower and putting it down. Practicing lines in my head, then out loud. "I got this for you. No, this is for you. Take this. This reminded me of you. You're just as beautiful and it made me think of you. Lauren, I love you."

"I love you too, dick head."

I spun around and Lauren was grinning, leaning in my bedroom doorway. She was in the same jeans from earlier but had changed her top, though she wasn't as dressed up as I was. She'd put on some makeup, but otherwise it was just a regular outfit for her.

"Oh, is that for me?" She asked, reaching out for the flower. "Jer, you didn't need to get me anything."

"I know," I replied, handing it to her. She brought it to her nose and breathed in the scent. "I just wanted to do something to make this, I dunno, special. It's our first date."

"Yeah, about that," Lauren said, making an 'I did something' sort of face. "Lindsey is in the car. She's coming with us."

I was a little taken aback, and sat down on my bed. "Ok."

"Well, she didn't have anything to do and most of her friends from here stayed out at their respective schools. And I just sort of figured..." Lauren walked over to me and sat in my lap, arms around my neck, "We might as well keep going with the plan. Christmas break is only a few weeks after all."

I took a deep breath in then out through my nose. "Alright, if that's what you want. But I want a real date. Soon. Ok?"

She kissed me and I could feel her smiling. "Ok, gorgeous."

"Hey, you're the gorgeous one."

"I dunno, looks like you're the one who dressed up for me." We got up and headed for the door, but I hesitated and grabbed her hand to stop her.

"Lauren, on the way out of school today... Emily Roberts cornered me in a classroom and said she would fuck me if I showed her my dick and it was as big as the rumours."

"Oh, really?" Lauren replied, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Yeah. I told her to fuck off."

Lauren's face broke into a little smile and she chuckled silently. "Dork, why'd you do that? I mean she's totally bangable - even if she is a raging bitch."

"Because I didn't know if we, or if I, was ready for that yet. There's us, and then this Lindsey thing, and then Stacey," I lowered my voice. "I wasn't even going to show her, but then she said some pretty nasty stuff about you and Lindsey's senior year and I got in her face and told her off. Then I whipped it out and told her if she ever wanted a piece she had to beg you for it."

Lauren was grinning by the end and hugged me around the neck, kissing my cheek. "Thanks, Jer. Lindsey... she took enough abuse back then."

"No problem."

"No, it is a problem, but you definitely squashed it." Lauren replied, stepping back. "She'll tell her friends, and they're all going to want a shot at you. And now you've got the best answer in the world, 'Go ask my girlfriend.' Think about it, I might as well be your pimp now. How's that feel, bottom bitch?"

"Oh fuck, what have I gotten myself in to?"

We laughed, but I was a little worried about how excited Lauren seemed at the prospect of girls at school asking her to take me for a ride.

Lindsey was in the passenger seat when we went out to the car, so I slid into the back behind her.

"Hey," I said as I clicked in my seat belt.

She spun around in her seat, facing me. "Right, so about yesterday," she started off.

Fuuuuuck. All I wanted to do was go to the movies with Lauren.

"I'm sorry about that. About bursting in on you that is, not about you two fucking. That was hot. I mean, I'm sorry, I should have knocked." She paused. "Were you two seriously butt fucking? Lauren won't tell me anything."

I sat there stunned, but Lauren laughed out loud as she pulled the car out of the driveway. "Go ahead and tell her if you want. I told her the only way she was going to find out was if she asked you."

I could feel the heat in my face from my blushing. "Yeah, Lindsey. We were 'butt fucking.'"

"Fuck me, that's incredible." She said, turning back to face the front. Apparently I was no longer part of the conversation. "I mean damn girl, from what I saw he's got a fucking tool on him. You took the whole thing?"

"Yup," Lauren responded, grinning over at her sister. "Little jealous?"

"I mean, from the noises you two were making, absolutely." Lindsey stretched, making a groaning noise. "Was it rough? I mean, I've tried it but it's never been good."

"No, Jerry worked me over for a long time before we even started, and we used a bunch of lube and he was sweet and took his time. He was so worried about hurting me I had to tell him to pick up the pace."

"Aww," Lindsey sighed, "That's cute. And hot. Did he rim you?"

The whole conversation was fucking surreal. Listening to my girlfriend go into details about our first time trying anal was absolutely weird, especially because it was with her sister. My eyes kind of glazed over as I kept remembering things I'd done as she talked about them, telling both of us how it had felt.

I was finally shocked from my reverie, my dick like a rod in my pants, when Lindsey turned around in her seat again and looked at me, "So what's it like to fuck someone in the ass?"

"Uhh, I plead the fifth?"

She snorted and Lauren laughed lightly. "Come on, hot stuff, I'm in pre-law, I'm not a lawyer yet. Spill it."

I looked to Lauren in the rear view mirror, her nose was crinkled as she made a 'haha' face at me. "It's a little bizarro at first. I mean, it's kind of the same as having sex with a vagina, but also way different. Like it's tighter and warmer for starters, and the way her sphincter grips you is different than a vagina. Then there's the fact that a dick isn't really meant to be up an asshole so there's the dirty-naughty-dangerous kind of feeling. All in all, 4.5 stars, would do again?"

They both snorted and laughed, Lauren's familiar warmth and Lindsey's slightly louder guffaw. Lindsey turned back to me again as Lauren parked the car at the theatre, "Well, it wasn't exactly poetry, but thanks I guess. I've always wondered what it was like for a guy."

"I'm more concerned he thinks my butt is only worth 4.5 stars." Lauren said teasingly.

"Well, the rest of you is so perfect you have to expect something has a bit of deficiency. Mostly I wasn't able to kiss you very well while we we doing it like that."

Lindsey groaned and rolled her eyes, but Lauren just smirked, "Well obviously we'll need to try it a couple more times to figure out how to do it right then."

"Obviously."

"You two are fucking pervs now," Lindsey laughed. "I love it."

We got out of the car laughing and Lauren took my arm as we headed towards the theatre. After a few steps I offered my other arm to Lindsey, who took it and flashed me her dazzling smile. Lauren gave me the same one when I looked back to her before she pulled herself tighter on my arm.

I paid for all of the tickets and the snacks, thanked with a kiss from Lauren and a peck on the cheek from her sister. When Lauren turned towards the back of the room Lindsey winked then kissed me quickly on the mouth, pulling away and smiling. It wasn't like the kiss was amazing, there hadn't even been tongue involved, but it still rocked me on my heels. Lindsey Baxley had just kissed me.

She'd always been that strange pinnacle of hotness, three years older than Lauren and I. I'll always describe her as the genetic lottery winner, astoundingly curved in all the right ways without a single blemish. She hadn't even needed braces to get a perfect smile. Her hair, a bright white-gold blonde compared to Lauren's slightly darker golden tones, was pulled into a long braid tonight and she was wearing a grey beanie that looked fantastic on her, framing her face and making her deep brown eyes pop.

I loved Lauren, I always had. Lindsey was that shallow crush you kept hidden, like with a celebrity you know you'll never meet. And she'd just kissed me for the price of a movie ticket. My knees felt weak for just a moment as Lindsey skipped down the hallway towards our theatre in the complex, her ass bouncing deliciously in her tight leggings.

Lauren looked back at me and I pointed to my mouth, making a kissing motion. She smirked and rolled her eyes, stepping back to me and kissing me hard with a hint of tongue.

"I know," she said. "She's stupid hot. But you're mine first right?"

"Always." I replied, and I meant it. She took me by the hand and we followed her older sister to our seats.

Lauren arranged us deftly so that she was sitting between us, and multiple rows away from the nearest people. The theatre was still almost empty when the lights dimmed and the trailers started. I sighed and settled in, taking Lauren's hand in mine and passing the popcorn down to Lindsey.

Twenty minutes of inane set up in, Lauren let go of my hand and started rubbing my leg. A couple minutes later she looked over at me, catching my attention, and her nose crinkled cutely as she wiggled her eyebrows at me.

She quietly unzipped my pants and her hand groped around in my fly for a moment, fishing out my quickly hardening dick. She started to slowly jack me off, mostly watching the screen in front of us but occasionally glancing at me or Lindsey.

I pretty much forgot about the movie entirely, engrossed as I was with the hand that was jerking me in public. What I did manage to do was white-knuckle the armrests, both from the pleasure and the anxiety over possibly being caught.

Lauren starting squeezing me a bit more and glanced over at Lindsey more frequently, apparently expecting her sister to notice. Finally she let go of me and raised her hand to her mouth, spitting into her palm before dropping it back and jerking me off a bit faster. Her eyes stayed glued to the screen, but now Lindsey was looking at her quizzically. Then she was looking past her sister and at me, and then her eyes dropped to my crotch and went wide as she realized what exactly was going on.

She elbowed Lauren, "Seriously, what the fuck?"

"What, just watch the movie." Lauren responded, sticking out her tongue.

Lindsey looked over at me again. "Jeez, he really is big."

"I know," Lauren whispered back. "And he's all mine."

And with that she pried my hand off of the armrest between us, flipped it up into the back of the seat and leaned over, taking me in her mouth. I gasped as her lips sealed around cock and she immediately started slurping quietly, bobbing up and down. My head went back and I stared up at the roof for a minute, my free hand resting on her back as my fingers slowly traced around in circles.

I looked over at Lindsey, whose eyes were dancing over us both. Without even thinking she slowly took a piece of popcorn out of the bag in her hands and popped it in her mouth, chewing slowly, engrossed in the act before her. Lauren bobbed deeply and suddenly she was deep throating me, the top three inches of my dick sliding down her constricting throat and I barely suppressed a grunt of surprise and pleasure, turning it into a low moaning sigh. Lauren came up off my dick and coughed once lightly.

Lindsey reached out and nudged at Lauren, "Let me see."

"Fuck you," Lauren responded teasingly. "You wanna watch me go down on my boyfriend, you move seats."

And she did a moment after Lauren bent down to me. Lindsey put down the popcorn and stood up, easing around her sister and stepping over my outstretched legs before plopping down in the seat next to me. Her upper body leaned back and away from me so that she could see as much of us as possible, making her legs brush up with mine before finally intermingling.

Lauren kept blowing me for at least another ten minutes, slowing her pace several times, shifting her position until she was half crouching on the floor. She would look up at me for minutes at a time, breathing through her nose as she suckled at my head, teasing me with her tongue. My hand slowly slid down her back until it was lightly cupping her jeans covered ass, rubbing up and down, two fingers firmly delving lower and pressing at her mound. I was sweating and raised my other hand from the armrest between Lindsey and I to wipe my forehead, and that was the moment Lauren chose to look directly at her sister and deep throat me again. My mouth opened and I stuttered in a breath, my hand dropping back to the armrest but finding Lindey's leg instead. I was grabbing her thigh tightly before I realized, but when my eyes turned to her she was biting her lower lip and nodded at me so I squeezed harder instead of pulling away.

Lauren bobbed on me twice more, milking me with her throat, and suddenly I felt my balls clenching all at once. I left off playing with her groin and ass, patting her between the shoulders to signal I was about to come. She pulled completely off of my cock and slid into a crouch, letting Lindsey see my whole slobbery mess, then she took me with both hands and jerked me firmly and rapidly, pointing my head directly at her mouth from a couple inches away. Her eyes were back, locked with mine. I'm pretty sure I went slack-jawed and might have drooled just a little bit as I came, exploding jet after jet into her mouth. My body jerked forward with each shot and I was sure I must have been hitting the back of her throat every time.




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After one last, extra violent jet that made me feel like I pulled a muscle in my abdomen I was spent, my legs dropping to the floor from where they had been pressing against the seats in front of us and my head lolling back for a moment before I managed to roll it forward to look at Lauren.

She was all eyes for Lindsey though, her mouth open to show her sister the load I had given her before she swallowed the whole thing down and licked her lips. Lindsey moved, leaning forward and wiping a smudge of cum from her sisters lips, and I realized my hand was still on her thigh even if it wasn't gripping her like it had been. I pulled it back and helped Lauren get back into her seat.

"Who's the perv now?" She whispered across me at Lindsey. "Watching me give my boyfriend a blowjob. Still jealous?"

Lindsey snorted and looked down at my dick, which was still mostly hard and standing up out of my fly and waving in the air. "Look at that thing, and attached to a guy like him. Of course I fucking am."

Lauren snorted and grabbed my dick again, waving it playfully. That was when I figured enough was enough and took possession of my own cock, slipping it back into my pants.

I had no clue what was going on in the movie, but I wasn't about to question what Lauren was doing with all of this so I just smiled as she took my hand and cuddled her head on my shoulder.

I don't think Lindsey noticed that I saw her absent-mindedly lick at the same fingers that had wiped her sisters mouth.

***4 - Deadly Requests***

The drive home was- well, it was weird. It started with us walking out of the theatre, Lauren again holding on to my arm but Lindsey walking on my other side and taking my hand. It was a little thing, barely anything compared to me grabbing her thigh, fingers inches from her vagina while I came violently, but it was still something odd. I glanced at her but she didn't give me any weird looks or say anything. She just smiled a little bit and the whole thing felt very comfortable.

There wasn't another way to describe it. This should have been some out there event with major fallout or something, but Lauren held on to my arm and Lindsey held my hand and we all walked to the car and it felt right.

And that made my head spin.

The ride back was quiet. We commented on the movie, the parts we'd paid attention to at least, but mostly we were quiet in our own worlds. Again, comfortable. Again, what the fuck was going on?

We pulled into Lauren's driveway first, stopping to let Lindsey out since they lived closer to the theatre than I did. We both got out and she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, thanking me for the movie. I got into the passenger seat and Lindsey leaned back down, looking across me at her sister.

"You gonna be long? Gonna...?" She left the question open, though what she meant was obvious.

"I don't think so," Lauren said. "That was pretty intense."

"Yeah," Lindsey responded. Apparently I wasn't a part of this conversation. "Ok, see you when you get home." She kissed me lightly on the lips, "Thanks for bringing me."

She shut the door and we pulled back out of the driveway. I reached over and took Lauren's hand as she drove and we sat quietly until we pulled up in front of my house.

"So," I said into the silence, letting it linger out there for a bit. "I love you."

She smiled. "I know."

"Are you still ok with, well all of what happened?"

"As long as you are. I was getting so wet when you were rubbing me while I sucked you. And I think Lindsey almost came just watching us, like for real."

I shook my head. "Alright. Was she ok, after? I mean, I dunno-"

"I know, it was weird, right? But it felt... good. I dunno."

"Comfortable?"

"Yeah," She nodded, squeezing my hand.

"And her holding my hand, and kissing me and stuff. That's all ok?"

"I-" Lauren stopped herself. "Honestly, I think it's good for her. Lindsey was always kind of a slut, y'know? I don't think she's actually had a boyfriend before. Just fuck buddies, and some of them were pretty big assholes. You," She squeezed my hand again and brought it up to her lips, kissing the back. "You were perfect. You didn't make a big deal about it or push at all. Thank you for that."

"Hey, I should be thanking you. That was, well, that was amazing. And your sister... it's not like you or Stacey, but I've known her forever too. She feels like family, Laur."

She smiled and leaned over, asking for a kiss with puckered lips, which I obliged. We kissed for a few long minutes before we broke apart. I opened the car door and got out, leaning back in to kiss her again one more time. "I love you, Lauren Baxley."

"I love you to, Jeremiah." 

I stood and shut the door, taking a step back to watch her drive back down the street. I sighed to myself, finally things felt right. Even if the stuff with Stacey was fucked up and the thing with Lindsey was totally weird to the normal part of my brain, it was all slowly righting itself. Or something.

I turned back towards the house and took a few steps when I saw a shade move across the garage door, just a hint of blackness amongst the already dark shadows of the late evening. There was a tiny scuffle of shoes on pavement.

"Hello?" I called out, "Is someone there?"

A light flickered to life and a girl stepped around the front of my dad's SUV. She was short and was wearing a dark sweater with the hood raised, along with black ripped skinny jeans. Her hair was a deep orange-gold in the flickering light of the ball of fire she was balancing on the end of her finger. Her eyes shone in the darkness.

"Jeremiah Grant?"

My mouth opened and closed a couple times before I could manage an answer. "Uh, yes?"

"My name is Annalise Stoker. I've come to you for judgement, and am prepared to pay the price required. What would you have of me?"

She left the ball of fire hanging in the air, her hands going to her sweatshirt, unzipping it and pulling it apart to reveal a pair of fantastically large breasts, each capped with a wide, pierced nipple.

What.... the fuck?




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I just want to pass along my thanks to all the commenters and voters. Every time I see I have a new comment on any of my pieces I get excited and love to hear what people are thinking or expecting.

The next installment is certainly on the way, but I might be pushing out another non-FoF story first depending on inspiration. Keep your eyes open!


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Font of Fertility Ch. 04



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All characters are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I would suggest reading the previous chapters if you have not already. This chapter includes elements of incest and some voyeurism/exhibitionism. 

Meeting a fire mage, a run in with his sister and some fun with Lauren lead to some interesting interactions of Jeremiah Grant and his magic dick...

Heaps of praise to Ante_Matter for kicking me in the head over a few things with his editing.

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*** 1 - How to Judge your Mages***

I took a quick step towards the girl in front of me, hesitating for just a moment before I reached out and carefully zipped her sweater back up, covering the breasts she was baring to me.

"Ok," I said, taking a deep breath, "So I don't mean to be rude, and fuck if I don't want to keep staring at those for hours, but we're in front of my god damned house. Can you... cut the light for a second?"

I ran my hands through my hair, exasperated. Closer, and without the distraction of her large, pierced breasts I could see she wasn't much older than Lauren and I. The girl's thin eyebrow was raised questioningly; I could only describe the look she was giving me as haughty curiosity. She finally acquiesced, making a grasping motion with one hand and the ball of flame that had been lighting my driveway winked out of existence.

The long moment it took for my eyes to adjust to the darkness gave me a moment to think.

This girl, Annalise something-or-other, was another magic user, and the only reason she was here was either because she wanted to hurt me, or ask for something. From the bits of information my mentor Adama had passed along so far I was hoping it was the latter because this chick could be extremely dangerous. Exploding-gas-main-inferno-national-news dangerous.

I swallowed and looked back to her as my eyes cleared. She was beautiful in this lazy sort of way, her big eyes half hooded and her mouth quirked into a natural frown. The term 'Resting Bitch Face' came to mind, when a girl had a naturally angry expression, but she was too pretty for that. Her frown was enticing and made me want to make her smile just to see her face brighten.

What was more interesting was the fact that, in the darkness, her eyes were a clear blue instead of fiery silver and her hair was a silky brunette, thick and vibrant instead of the red-gold it had shone in the firelight. Had it been the light causing that, or her controlling it?

"Well?" She asked, her voice low and articulate. "What do you need from me for judgement? I don't want to play games, I know what your kind wants."

"First, I don't know if I should be offended or not by that 'your kind' statement. Second, hold your damn- no, you know what? Cool your tits, and not out in the open, ok? Gimme a damn minute, we didn't exactly have an appointment." Her frown pursed and I wanted to kiss her. She was short, Lauren might have had a full foot on her. Thinking of Lauren again brought me out of my stupor. "Ok look, it's Annalise, right?"

She nodded so I continued, "Annalise, I need to make a call before anything else happens here, ok? We'll get to the judgement thing you need, but I need a minute to collect myself and to bring in my... ah... advisors."

"Alright," she said, her brow wrinkling as she pondered, "I'm... I was expecting something else. I apologize."

I smiled absently and nodded my head in thanks, reaching into my pocket for my phone.

************

Thinking of home and bed, Lauren was yawning lightly and bouncing her head to the radio when her phone rang. She took it out of the cup holder and glanced down at the name. Jer.

Smiling to herself, Lauren licked her lips lightly and flicked the answer button, keeping the phone low so that the light didn't illuminate the car and setting it to speaker.

"Hey, babe," She said loudly, "I think I changed my mind too, you want me to come back?"

There was a pause on the other end and Lauren smiled to herself. The way Jeremiah was, cautiously loving mixed with forceful desire, was what made her love him - but Lauren's heart would always skip when she could make him hesitate with her brashness.

"Uh, Lauren, I mean that would be awesome but something's come up. Something... y'know... dick related."

Dick related? "Ok, don't tell me, are you Cinderella and everything's going back to normal?"

"No, I, uh... Just a second, I'll show you-" There was a rustling on the other end of the line. Was he taking a dick pic or something? But then he was talking to someone, "Could you just- Yeah, and the thing again- Ok, yeah." The ku-snap of a virtual phone shutter. "Ok, yeah you can- Yeah, thanks."

Then Lauren's phone bingled that she had received a text. Pulling over to the side of the road, she rolled her eyes and picked up her phone again, opening the picture file.

The girl was beautiful, her pale skin lit up by the ball of fire she was holding in her hand. The girl's hair was golden and her eyes were glowing white hot, and it was hard to know what to stare at; her beautiful face, the ball of fire in her hands or the magnificent pair of breasts she was showing off.

They were big, easily a couple of cup sizes bigger than Lauren or her sister Lindsey, and they had only the slightest amount of sag that gave them a weighty look. The girls areolas were maybe two and a half inches wide and a dull pink, her nipples looked like gumdrops each pierced by a silver barbell.

"Damn." Lauren said to herself.

"Yeah, I know," Jeremiah responded from his end.

Lauren had to shake her head and put the phone into her lap to stop staring and think clearly. "Who is she?"

"Her name's Annalise, and she's come to me for judgement. She says she's 'willing to pay the price,' Laur."

"Well what does that mean?"

"I'm not sure, but I think you should get back here."

Lauren was already pulling a U-turn. "On my way."

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I'm not really sure I had been through a more awkward wait in my life. It was thankfully short since Lauren hadn't gotten that far, but waiting for your girlfriend to come meet the stranger who had offered you sexual favours in exchange for mystical judgement wasn't exactly the time to be making small talk.

I watched the road, trying hard not to glance over at Annalise. As if I could manage that. The most off putting thing was that every time I took a quick glance, she was staring at me with this confused and intrigued look. It was like she had expected me to have tentacles and found out I was a real boy instead and that made me wonder at her 'your kind' statement from earlier; what had she been expecting, coming to look for me?

The headlights came first, quickly followed by Lauren pulling into the driveway a little faster than safe. She hopped out of the car quickly, striding over and into my arms, kissing me firmly before pulling back and looking into my eyes for a long second. I could tell she was unsure about the situation but one thing was clear, she was with me and I was with her.

"Lauren, this is Annalise..."

"Stoker," The brunette filled in. 

"Stoker, right. Annalise Stoker. And Annalise, this is Lauren, my Prime."

Annalise offered her hand and Lauren shook it before stepping back to me and wrapping my arm around her waist. It felt good, but it was also awkward because we'd never done that before. We might have been a couple, but it hadn't even been three days; Annalise was the first person we were meeting as a couple and the whole dynamic felt different. Were we 'stand side by side' people? Holding hands people?

Apparently neither, as Lauren shifted uncomfortably under my arm. I played it off by rubbing her back for a moment then stepped slightly away from the two girls so that I could look at both of them. Lauren was a strong individual, tying ourselves together like that felt odd.

"Alright, so we've met. Annalise, this isn't exactly a great place to discuss your- uh- case. Are you alright if we go somewhere private?"

The mage tilted her head and her hooded eyes squinted a little bit before she nodded, "Alright."

"Where are you thinking?" Lauren asked.

I shrugged, "Sunlight Motel?" It was one of those older drive-up jobs on the edge of town. Seniors and juniors booked rooms there after prom, and it was well known for cheating spouses as well.

"That works."

I gestured towards Lauren's car and headed to the passenger side, but Lauren stopped me with a hand on my arm before pressing the keys into my hand. "You drive, I'll sit in the back with her."

I blinked, surprised. "You sure?"

"Yeah," she smiled, then kissed the tip of my nose. "You might as well get to start driving it now."

I kissed her firmly before half-skipping to the drivers door, elated that Lauren was trusting me to drive her car. She didn't even let Lindsey borrow it.

We got moving and the car was quiet for a long while, then Lauren asked, "So, where are you from?"

Annalise hesitated a moment and I glanced at her in the rearview mirror. She was glancing from me to Lauren, trying to judge us. She took a deep breath. "Featherdown, New Mexico. It's- well it's a small town."

"And what do you do? Are you a student somewhere?" I was surprised Lauren was being so blunt about grilling the girl.

"No, no school. I'm an apprentice blacksmith... and I do some sculpture work on the side."

I frowned. A blacksmith? There couldn't be that many left in the modern world considering you could manufacture just about anything you wanted.

"That's interesting." Lauren said, mirroring my own surprise. The car was quiet again for a while. "So how old are you?"

"Twenty-four." Again, I was surprised. She didn't look that old, but then how old was twenty-four supposed to look? Lindsey was twenty and Stacey was nineteen, but I'd always known that and the age difference had just been that they were 'older.'

It went on like that until we reached the Sunlight, Lauren asking blunt, sometimes edging on rude questions and Annalise answering them. She didn't make a lot of cash as a blacksmith or welding sculptures, but she got by. She'd grown up in Featherdown and had a fairly large family. The only other magic user was her father though, and the way she mentioned him made me think that relationship wasn't very good. The rest of her family didn't know about the magic world.

She didn't have a boyfriend and had been single for a few years. Not even a one night stand.

I pulled up to the front office of the motel and paid for a room after pulling cash out of the ATM in the tiny lobby. I hopped back in the car and the two girls were silent again until I ushered them into the room. Two saggy twin beds, a lamp in the corner and a beat up old tv on a stand, plus a shitty painting on the wall.

"Well, it's not pretty but it's private on short notice," I said, walking through the room and gesturing to the beds. "Annalise, could you stay out here a minute? Lauren and I are going to talk privately in the bathroom."

Her frown deepened slightly and she hesitated before sitting on the bed, but nodded. I headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower, Lauren closing the door behind us. The room instantly started to steam up as I turned to her and started unbuckling my pants.

"Uh, Jer, I know what I said on the phone but I don't think now is the time."

I snorted, shucking my pants down. "I know, but the only way I can get Adama here is by jerking it, and I think before we make any decisions we should figure out what the fuck is going on."

Lauren made an 'oh, I'm dumb' face, then shook her head and dropped to her knees in front of me. "Well, might as well make the most of it." She smirked, then fished her hand into my boxers and pulled out my quickly enlarging dick. She gave it a quick lick then, eyes locked with mine, she fed it into her mouth before slowly pulling it out, sucking hard.

I got lightheaded and leaned back against the shitty porcelain sink. "Whoa-kay, I mean I'm not gonna say no."

"Mm, neither would I." I had to look around for the voice before I found Adama straddling the tap on the sink behind me. I shifted, Lauren following me briefly with her mouth until I was side on to Adama. Lauren pulled off of my dick after another forceful suck, then slowly began jerking me with her hand, using her spit for lube.

"Well, you don't have a tool like this," Lauren said, grinning wickedly at Adama.

"Oh but I could, baby girl. I can get real freaky when I want too."

Lauren snickered then gave my head another suck.

"Right," I said, stopping the banter that was developing, "Adama, we have a situation."

"Yea you do."

"Not this." I rolled my eyes; for a magical faerie she had a hell of a one track mind. "A mage came to me and offered payment for a judgement. I need to know what that is, what I'm supposed to do and what the proper fee is."

Adama sat up, blinking in surprise. "Oh, sugarbear, that was damn quick. You shouldn't even be accessible until the Council meeting in a few weeks, but I guess it doesn't matter. You were announced, and it's official." The pixie shook her head slowly, pondering. "Where is the mage now?"

"Just outside," Lauren replied, again back to just jerking me absently so she could pay attention to the conversation.

"Oh.. Oh!" Adama said, "You need to know what to do now."

"Yes." I replied.

"Well, you'll need a full lesson on this, but the short notes on Judgements... hmm..." Adama leaned back, scratching her chin thoughtfully and I wanted to poke her off of her perch. Nothing was ever straight forward, or thought out, with her. "Well, every council member has the power to judge other mages, sometimes punishing them for acts you don't like or settling disputes between lesser mages."

"So criminal and civil?" Lauren asked.

Adama waved her hand in the air as if batting away the question. "Sure, yes, however you want to think of it. There are no laws, only what you decide as a council member. Your power gives you the right to decide how you want, when you want. Hypocritical, inconsistency, it doesn't matter. You hear the case, or make the case, and then you decide what you want to do with it. No one Council member does it the same way as another." She looked off into the corner of the room, as if looking in the distance and her voice lowered. "The next closest Council member is Lolita, one of the Death seats. That would explain why the mage might have come to you instead of her."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because," Adama said, still looking away. "The council member sets the price. Traditionally it has something to do with your source of power. Life Seats often take a special memory from a petitioner, which can cause a hole in your life. Death mages require a living sacrifice depending on the request. Fertility has always been seen as the easiest to petition because of what the Seat wants."

"Sex," I said, filling in the blanks. "That's why Annalise started out by offering her body to me. She thinks I'm going to demand she has sex with me."

"But that's almost rape, or blackmail at least," Lauren said, slightly aghast.

"Better than losing a part of your life, or sacrificing someone else," I retorted softly. I wasn't sure how I felt about all of this. I wanted to fuck Annalise, how could I not with that face and those tits, but could I do it like this?

Lauren squeezed my dick and I looked down at her. She was frowning but her eyes spoke volumes to how she was thinking the same way I was.

"What if I didn't want to have sex with her? What if she was a dude or something?"

Adama shook her head, "If a petitioner doesn't meet your fancy, you could always demand a substitute. A family member or friend, or they could pay someone to take on their debt to you."

"What if I don't want to do that at all?"

Adama made a face, "Jeremiah Grant, if you do not charge for Judgement you will be over run with every petty mage dispute in this hemisphere, you will be seen as weak by the Council and you will put the entire system in jeopardy. The Council of Three's has held chaos at bay for seven thousand years because every mage knows their place."

I frowned and looked back to Lauren, who met my eyes and after a moment shrugged. Gotta do what you gotta do.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. "Alright. So I just what, hear her case, make a judgement then she 'pays' me?"

"However you like," Adama shrugged, "Most council members make the petitioner pay before hand, they usually get more that way since the petitioner is trying to win favour. How you hear the case and make your decision is up to you."

"Well, I want to be fair. If Annalise has a complaint about someone, that person should get to state their side of the argument."

"I like that," Lauren said, smiling for the first time since the conversation turned serious. "People will trust you more."

"Adama, can you listen in on the conversation we have out there in a minute? I'll find out who she has a complaint against and have you deliver a message."

"I can do that, but I'll need to siphon some energy from you to do it."

"That's fine," I said. "I'd rather do this right then fuck it up."

I nodded, then looked down to Lauren and cupped her face with my hands, pulling her up to standing. Her hand stayed on my hard dick, stroking me slowly as I kissed her lightly on the mouth.

"I think we should probably go back out there."

She raised an eyebrow, "You haven't gotten off, are my blowjobs that bad?"

"God no," I said quickly, "I just- we need to take care of this."

She smiled and kissed my nose again, "I know, dork. I love you."

"I love you, too."

"You two are gross," Adama spoke up from the sink. "You should fuck."

I rolled my eyes and turned to Adama as I tucked my dick back into my boxers and pulled up my pants. "You can go, just deliver the message before you disappear off to whatever mystical orgy land you go to."

The obscene pixie snorted, "Mystical orgy land he says, as if I were to have it that good." She made her little wiggle-clap motion and disappeared into the steam.

Lauren turned off the shower as I finished buckling my pants and adjusting my hard on so that it wasn't too uncomfortable, then we left the bathroom.

"Wow, ok." Lauren said, and I bumped into her from behind. Annalise was kneeling on the bed, her sweater undone and pulled apart lewdly displaying her breasts. One of her hands was pulling on one of her nipple piercings, the other was buried in her panties obviously working her pussy.

"I'm ready to pay the fee, Jeremiah Grant, no matter what it is."

"Holy shit," I said loudly. Lauren looked back at me and gave a single short laugh, and Annalise looked confused again.

I walked over to the the brunette, took her by the elbow and made her bring her hand out from her crotch, then I pulled her sweater closed again to cover up those breasts that I wanted to bury my face in.

"Annalise, whatever you were expecting, you need to stop. Ok?"

That quizzical look came back again, "I don't get you." It was the first time she hadn't spoken like she was in some formal setting.

"Yeah, well I don't get you either." I replied.

"I think you're both nuts," Lauren said sarcastically from where she was still standing.

"I'm sorry." Annalise said, sighing and relaxing her shoulders, her hands clasping at the sweater and fumbling to do up the zipper. "I was always told Council members were very old school. Hellfire and brimstone, tyrant lords who took what they wanted. But you," She looked at me hard, then looked to Lauren, "And her, you aren't... that. I don't know what you are. I figured you brought me here to fuck me."




Font of Fertility Ch. 04



"We brought you here for privacy," Lauren responded, moving over to the bed and sitting next to Annalise. She took the older girls hand in hers. "We're normal people. I mean we do like sex, but we aren't evil sadists or something."

I shook my head and sat down on the bed opposite them. Lauren had a look of concern on her face that made my heart burst with pride, and for the first time Annalise didn't look pent up and slightly bitchy. She was relieved.

"Ok, here's the plan," I said. "Annalise, I need you to tell me who you have a problem with and I'm going to give them forty eight hours to contact me. If they do, you can both present your cases, and if not then I'll just hear your side and make a decision."

"What about my payment?" She asked cautiously.

"I-" This was the part my mind was stuck on. Could I just fuck this girl? Just like that? In the end it just didn't feel... right. I had some pretty dark fantasies, some of them I might even want to act on once I had a full grip on my powers, but this felt wrong on an internal level. "We're going to spend some time together over the next couple of days, alright? I want to get to know you a bit more, and I'm sure Lauren does as well. When it's time for the judgement, then we'll discuss what we both feel fits, ok?"

Annalise frowned with her eyes and bit her lip. "Alright."

"Ok, so who do I need to contact about your judgement?"

She lowered her head and looked down at her lap where Lauren was still holding her hand. I saw Lauren squeeze Annalise's hand, which seemed to give her some strength. She looked back up at me. "My father, George Stoker."

*** 2 - Night Visit ***

We made plans for the morning and decided it would be best if Annalise stayed in the motel for the next couple of nights. We would pick her up sometime in the mid morning and go out for brunch. Lauren's idea; Annalise had liked it.

It's not that I had anything against brunch, it just felt so... normal compared to everything else.

Lauren drove me home again. It was getting really late now and both of us were tired as hell, so we didn't say much until we were a few blocks from my house.

"You know what this means, right?" I asked her.

She looked over at me for a moment before turning back to the road. "It means a lot of things."

"Ok, I mean specifically about Lindsey. If you want her to be our first together, we need to move up the timeline."

Lauren hit the brakes, the car screeching to a halt in the middle of the empty road, and turned to me. I couldn't read the look on her face, was she pissed at me?

"Are you serious?" She asked, and there was a tension quavering in her voice.

"Yes," I replied. "I thought you wanted Lindsey first. It was important to you, so it's important to me. And I think she needs us more than either of us thought. The way she was acting tonight, it was like she got a taste of- I don't know, companionship? And then she couldn't get enough. I don't think she's ok."

Lindsey had spent two and a half years at Cardinal, the same University my sister Stacey was attending. She'd always had a bit of a reputation in high school for being easy and had dated a lot of dickheads off and on. I didn't know much about her time away from home, but if it had gotten worse instead of better I wondered what kind of life she had out there. Then there was the need she had had for contact during their movie date. At first it had been like she was jealous of the affection I was showing Lauren, sneaking a kiss when she had thought her sister wasn't looking. But by the end, when Lauren hadn't objected and even encouraged her sister to be comfortable with them, she hadn't wanted to let go of my hand. Had kissed me on the mouth in this strange familial way to thank me for the night. It hadn't been sexual, just comforting.

Lauren took a deep breath and reached over, grabbing my hand and bringing it to her lips to kiss. Her eyes watered up and she whispered, "Thank you." She kicked the car back into drive and stared at the road, but kept talking, her one hand still clasping mine. "You're right. I didn't really get it, she just seemed like the old her whenever she visited. Even when she was grilling me about us, it was just sister stuff. But tonight was weird, even more than the whole blowjob in the theatre thing."

"Plus, I don't think I could do it with someone we barely know, not the first time." She took a shuddered breath. "Don't get me wrong, Annalise is super hot. But Jer, I'm- Well, I'm more worried about fucking you with someone else involved than I was for our first time."

I just nodded and squeezed her hand and we drove until we got to my house. "Ok," I said. "So we move up the timeline. We have two days, my magic dick and your evil genius. We can do it."

She smiled and snorted, wiping her teary eyes. "I love you, you know."

"I know," I said, "I love you too."

************

Inside, my only thoughts were for bed. The house was dark so I was able to grab a glass of milk and then slink off for dream land. I groaned as my head hit the pillow, something teasing at the back of my mind that I hadn't done, or needed to do. Something I wasn't supposed to do? I yawned and let sleep take me.

The dream started with a whisper, low and calling my name. I was warm and could feel someone nearby, someone I couldn't see but their presence was welcome. It wasn't that I was warm, they were warming me. She gasped and chuckled, her laughter easing over me and relaxing my body. This was love without words, emotion directly from one soul to another. I embraced it and it flitted through my vision, a beautiful slender body winking in and out of existence but I wasn't concerned. She was there, I didn't need to chase. She was free but chose me.

I could feel her brushing against my legs, kissing her way up my chest. Her tongue dancing on my lips as she kissed me lightly. A hand on my thigh. Hot breath on my groin.

I woke up startled. It's funny, I'm a deep sleeper when it comes to noises and people moving around me, but usually the slightest touch and I'm wide awake in a heartbeat. Two things became immediately apparent as I jerked awake, blinking my eyes and trying to see in the darkness of my bedroom.

One, I was naked, the cool air of the night was chilling my body and my sheets weren't covering me. Confusing, but not overly worrying.

Two, someone was in bed with me, and I knew this because I was receiving a damn fine blow job. It was more confusing than being naked and cold. A lot more.

"What the-" I reached over and turned on the lamp beside my bed, dimly illuminating my room and the auburn head of hair bobbing on my cock. I knew that head, even from this angle. "Stacey, what the fuck are you doing!?" My sister was going down on me, and while I couldn't help appreciating what was going on, it was still Stacey and I panicked, wondering if this was because of me. I had messed with her mind, with her memories and now I was doing it in my dreams.

She looked up at me, her hair parting as she tilted her head to bring her big eyes to lock with mine. She was smiling with just the head of my dick in her mouth and for a long moment we were both still and silent and I was taken aback by the odd feelings of lust and love and disgust, or more appropriately the levels of each. This was true incest, not like the dry humping where we could have achieved the same thing with a pillow, but the disgust was tiny. In fact, the taboo nature of what my sister was doing, the wrongness of it, made it all the more enticing and hot. I wanted her to keep going even if my brain was rent by it.

Stacey opened her mouth wide and let my hard dick ease out of her mouth. As it bobbed there, sticking straight up in the air like a flagpole, she gave me a bit of a guilty look, "Ok, so I know this is... weird..." She trailed off and the silence stretched out.

"Yeah." I responded flatly. No shit, Sherlock.

"I just, I dunno. I woke up in here and I must have been sleepwalking or something. You were lying there and your dick was just standing up like it is now and I was... I dunno, impressed? At first? I mean, Jeremiah, you've got a big dick. You know that right?"

"Uhh..." Did she remember last night? I'd erased it from her mind but I'd put a caveat that she would remember when I wanted her to. 

"I couldn't help myself, you looked so lovely and your dick like that got me hot and... I don't know, I just... I want to do this for you." Her whispering became almost desperate at the end, her face guilty but unapologetic.

"Stacey, I-"

"Look, just lean back and enjoy it, ok? This is happening." The determined look on her face brooked no questions, but I still had some until, as she repositioned herself and started to lower her face back to my dick she murmured under her breath, "I've wanted to do this for years."

My dick twitched, she gave me a little smile as her eyes flashed back up to my face, then she was going down on me again. I groaned lightly as her tongue played firmly around my head, and she made her sexy chuckling noise again, vibrating my dick. I gasped at the feeling, my muscles tensing as I leaned my head back and blinked at the darkness of my bedroom ceiling.

She'd wanted to do this for years? My super hot, super popular sister had been crushing on me and I'd never even had a hint until last night. I'd always thought we just got along, were just one of those sibling pairs who weren't at each other's throats 24/7. Knowing this though, and after she had initiated our last encounter, I had to wonder if I had been missing clues all along. And dear lord, was she a good cocksucker!

I reached down with both hands and cupped my sister's face, raising her off my dick. Our eyes locked and I could see her stubborn streak showing through. Even if I'd really wanted her to stop, I don't think she would have.

"Spin around," I said quietly, "I want to return the favour."

Her eyebrows rose in surprise before she grinned broadly and nodded. She started to shift around and that was the first time I realized Stacey was already half naked. Between the darkness, the way she had been laying and her long auburn hair I hadn't had a chance to notice she was topless, her little barely-a-handful breasts with their pointy nipples on display. She shimmied out of her fleece pyjama pants quickly, and then we were both naked. She turned so that her waist was straddling my chest, her fantastically tight and defined ass hovering over my face, and immediately dropped her mouth back down to my dick.

My first thought was 'Daaaamn, look at this ass!' My second was a more involuntary, 'Daaaamn' as she started slurping me up. And the third was that despite what I'd seen of and done with my sister before now, experiencing her body like this just pushed my feelings for her over the edge.

My sisters pussy was hanging right over my face and I had a close up for the first time. It was shaved like Lauren's, but that was where the similarities ended pretty much. Where Lauren's was clean and simple, almost spartan in it's features other than the thick patch of fur trimmed neatly above, Stacey had clearly defined inner lips that stuck out pouting from her folds, and was otherwise bare. Her clit hood was bigger too, though I was about to find out so was her clit in general.

I brought my arms up and around Stacey's waist and legs, reaching to grab two handfuls of her firm ass and spreading it open. Her tight little back door twitched, exposed to the open air and I almost wanted to go for it but didn't. Right now wasn't the time to experiment with her, I just wanted to make her feel so good she didn't regret what we had done afterwards.

I started by kissing and nuzzling the backs of her thighs, trying not to distract myself with the thought that I already wanted this to be the first of many naked romps with my sister. There was guilt and uncertainty buried deep in those thoughts, but right now I had a job to do which was more like trying desperately to enjoy and ignore my sisters work on my dick and get her to catch up to me.

I had reached the apex of her thighs, but instead of diving right into her pussy I craned my neck up and nipped at her ass flesh lightly, then again on the other cheek. Stacey made an appreciative noise around my cock so I stretched my mouth wide and grazed my teeth along her ass over and over, getting closer and closer to the heat at her centre. She wiggled her butt in anticipation and as I drew back just a moment I saw that her pussy had opened up like a flower and was practically begging for attention.

I hooked my lower teeth under her inverted clit hood and stretched my jaw so that my upper teeth were brushing the skin between her pussy and asshole. Then, slowly and careful not do anything untoward, I started running my teeth down her pussy, my upper lip following stiffly, until just Stacy's clit and hood were resting between them.

One of her legs was shaking and I figured enough was enough and dove in with lips and tongue. She groaned appreciatively and started jerking me near my base while continuing her oral assault on the upper part of my dick. Where Lauren had a sweetness and a scent I could almost call syrupy, Stacy was dirty hot. Not funky or anything, the taste was thick and warm and slightly salty and her pussy itself was like a furnace.

We sucked and licked and fondled for another few minutes, enjoying each other in a way I never thought would have dreamed could be real before three days ago. Eventually I dropped my head back to my pillow, leaving her pussy quivering above me, and groaned out quietly, "Stacey, I'm about to blow."

I figured she'd back off, but she immediately sped up her hand and mouth work and within seconds I was coming spurt after spurt into her mouth. I could feel her tongue working as she swallowed quickly, her hands keeping my jerking hips from spearing my dick too far into her mouth. I finally, hips spasming twice more involuntarily, finished and dropped back to the bed heavily. I took a few deep breaths and Stacey started to dismount me.

"Where do you think you're going?" I murmured quietly as I grabbed her hips and held her in place.

"Jer, you don't need to-" I interrupted her by driving my face back into her pussy, my tongue delving deep. After a minute or two I brought a hand around and slipped my middle finger into her furnace, almost immediately adding a second and curving them down and searching for her G spot. When her leg stopped quivering and started jolting, I figured I had the right area. Using my tongue to push back her clit hood, I took my sisters clit between my teeth and switched back and forth from sucking it between my lips and nibbling it tenderly.

The high pitched whine caught me by surprise, but I would find out later Stacy had grabbed a handful of sheet and was biting down on it to stop from screaming out as she came. It felt like her pussy was going to suck my entire hand up inside of her as it clamped down, but I didn't let up my ministrations on her clit through the entire thing and after a brief easing of tension, just long enough for me to press my fingers back to her G spot, she went off a second time.

I let up slowly, withdrawing my fingers and slurping them into my mouth to clean them as Stacey collapsed, her body pressing into mine. I leaned back my head and looked down at my sisters ass and pussy resting just inches from my chin. They were gorgeous and hot, and I could feel my dick starting to react again, but the whole circumstance of the matter started to crush down on me.

This was my sister and after her reaction that last time I had no idea what might happen. Plus, I had just promised Lauren that Lindsey would be our first addition, had I broken that now? Was Stacey ready for more, or was this the line?

On the other hand, I loved my sister. More than that, I loved Stacy as a person and would have even if she wasn't my sister. It might not have been in the same way I loved Lauren, but it was still the truth, and that truth meant I didn't want this to be a one time thing, but it also meant I didn't want to ruin what we already had even if it meant never doing this, or anything else sexual, again.

The first thing I needed to know, though, was if she was really ready. I sent my thoughts out to hers and found my changes easily. All I did was reverse them. It wasn't a sudden rush of memories as if they were new, she just regained access to them as if they had never been gone.

In the end, Stacy managed to flip herself around on my bed and we spooned. She took my arms and wrapped them around her body so I pulled her tight and we stayed that way for nearly fifteen minutes in silence. Whatever the answer, she wasn't horrified with herself this time and we lay quietly breathing with each other. Intimacy and closeness.

I eventually kissed Stacy on the back of her neck and squeezed her before whispering she should probably go back to her own room before we fell asleep. She turned in my arms and kissed me on the mouth for a long, heartbreaking moment. "Ok, Jerbear." She got up slowly and my eyes followed her nakedness as she walked around the bed to grab her pyjama pants. She carried them out of the room, but just before she turned back to me and whispered from the darkness of the doorway, "Love you."

"Love you too, Stace."

*** 3 - Brunchtime ***

"What happened?" Lauren asked the moment I got in the car.

I buckled my seatbelt and put my head back against the headrest, closing my eyes. 

"Jeremiah, I could tell something was wrong the minute you stepped out of the door. What happened?"

I'd told her everything up until now, I don't know why it felt like such a big deal. But it was. Up until now it hadn't been real, whatever was going on with Stacey. Even the dry humping incident, I had fixed that. Buried it. It wasn't out there in the world instead of locked away in my sisters head. 

"Stacey came to visit me last night." I blurted it out before I made myself sick with the anxiety. I didn't look at Lauren, didn't want to know if this was finally the line she wasn't prepared for. All the talk in the world wasn't going to stop you from screaming when you're swimming in shark infested waters and something grabs your leg, and this was a big step.

We weren't talking about sex with other people any more, we weren't even doing it with each other in front of someone else. This is full on brother-sister incest.

"Did you make her come?"

I opened my eyes and blinked. "Yeah."

"Did she freak out like last time?"

"No."

Lauren snorted and I turned to look at her. "How far did you get?"

"I- We sixty-nine'd. Oral only."

Lauren gave me a goofy frown and punched me in the arm. "Dick, I said I get all the firsts."

"Hey," I retorted, "We've already done that. The... second time? Right after Adama showed up."

We looked at each other and she broke out laughing, "Oh shit, I totally forgot. That was the first time you made me squirt."

She drove slowly and we talked. Well, I talked and she repeatedly told me I needed to calm down. So I'd ate out my sister? She hadn't freaked out like last time, and I'd even put her memories back. We hadn't crossed paths this morning, she'd been sleeping in. Hell, I wanted to be sleeping in too but we had a date.

Now that was weird. We had a date with someone else. Three person date.

Totally weird.

Annalise was waiting outside her motel room when we pulled up. I got out and held the passenger door for her before slipping into the back.

"Good morning," Lauren beamed at her.

The brunette's natural frown broke as she smiled very briefly, "Morning."

That was the first time I had seen her smile and it was enthralling. Her face was alluring because of that frown and her hooded eyes, and I could clearly remember wanting to make her smile last night. I had expected to be dazzled. I wasn't. Her smile was ungainly, almost like she was baring her teeth in a snarl if it wasn't for the look in her eyes that said otherwise.




Font of Fertility Ch. 04



I was shocked, even taken aback. I just hadn't been expecting such an un-pretty smile from such a beautiful girl. But more than anything was that enthralment. I wanted to tease those smiles out of her, make her smile more and more despite the fact that she probably didn't like them.

Lauren made small talk, filling the silence as we drove. It was little stories mostly, about the places we were passing or things she and I had done over the years. The time I had piggybacked her clear across a park, jumping in puddles the entire way. How we'd gotten in trouble for being covered in mud afterward, but then we had decided it had been worth it.

She finished off with the story of the one time we had tried to dine and dash from the same restaurant we were going to for brunch. Lauren had gone to the washroom and slipped out the door, leaving me with the responsibility of being the last man out. We'd been fourteen at the time and had been double dared by Jay and Benji to do it, but when I went for the door the waitress met me at the front and gave me a big smile, telling me to have a nice day with my girlfriend. She had probably assumed I'd left our payment with the bill on the table, but the guilt got to me and I asked her for the debit machine.

Annalise was quiet or most of the ride, except for a few polite noises she made in response to Lauren but even those seemed terse. The mood she had been in, the one that had allowed her to smile, was gone. I couldn't help but feel like she was brooding over something.

By the time we sat, heard the instructions about the brunch buffet and got our food, Annalise had maybe said five words total and I wasn't far behind.

"So," Lauren said around her first forkful of hashbrowns, "Do you have someone like Jerry back home?" It was an innocent enough question, but I knew instinctively Lauren had planned this whole thing. Butter the girl up then slide in for the tough questions from an angle Annalise wasn't expecting.

"No."

The tone of her voice made me look up from my syrup slathered french toast. She was holding her fork tightly, her food untouched. Her cute frown was gone, her lips instead pressed tight and disapprovingly and her brow creased with frustration.

"Oh," Lauren continued, "Well that's too bad. Everyone deserves a best friend-"

"Excuse me," Annalise interrupted. "What is this? What are we doing here?"

I cleared my throat, "Uh, well we're getting to know each other? We talked about this last night."

"You also got to know me last night."

"Hey, you came to us," Lauren said. I caught the irritation in her voice.

"No, I came to see him," Annalise countered, gesturing at me. "And I came for a reason. You seem like nice people but I'm not here to make friends."

My eyes widened. Other than the whole throwing her tits at me, so far my impression of Annalise was that she was a quiet girl.

"Well Jeremiah is the Council member here, what he says goes."

"And I'm the one who's in need," she said forcefully. "Do you have any idea what that means?" Her voice broke at the end.

"Honestly, Annalise," I said quietly, reaching out to her, "I- We just want to know you before we make any decisions."

"How could you possibly know me without talking about why I'm here?" She half shouted. The restaurant got quiet for a moment while people gawked at us, but slowly they turned away. "You want this to be all nice and neat," Annalise continued more quietly, "but it's not. I spent my entire savings on a plane ticket to come and beg for justice, and you want to get to know me before asking for payment?"

She was flush and angry now, tears starting to form in her eyes from the emotion she was pouring out even as she was trying to blink them away. Her face wavered between angry and confused at her own feelings. "You have no idea what you're doing," she said quietly, realizing it for the first time. She stood abruptly, knocking her utensils to the floor. "I need to get out of here."

She left, headed towards the exit at the back of the restaurant. I got up, but hesitated a moment to motion for Lauren to stay at the table.

"She's not right," Lauren said.

"But she isn't wrong," I replied. We didn't know what we were doing. I didn't know.

Here was a girl willing to sell her body for the favour of a teenage boy, so desperate she appeared in the middle of the night to get an answer.

I followed her out the exit and into the alley behind the restaurant. She spun and glared at me. "What?"

"I'm sorry," I said carefully, raising my hands to show I didn't mean any harm.

"Sorry? You're sorry?" Annalise fumed, and I saw the flicker of something in her eyes through the tears. "Do you not understand how utterly, completely humiliating this is?"

"I... I'm starting to understand, I think." I shrugged and took a step towards her. "Explain it to me. I want to know what's wrong." As I got closer to her the flicker in her eyes grew for a moment before dissipating. Something burning drifted through the air.

"It's my father," Annalise said through gritted teeth.

"You said that last night."

"Well I didn't say what he does," She shook her head, eyes closed before wiping at the tears on her face. "I have four older siblings, I was the first to have the touch of magic. My father is a botanist, his magic is manipulating plant life. When he realized what I was, who I am... one with the fire... at first he hated me. He had dreams that one of his children would take over his legacy, but instead he got a daughter who could only burn it to the ground. He thinks he's a god creating life so I had to be the devil, his curse. He wanted to control me and demanded I be his perfect daughter, never using my abilities or he'd punish me by taking it out on my brothers."

She was shaking as I wrapped an arm around her side, urging her to continue.

"It was fine for a while, but then my brothers started to move away for school or work, and he took it out on me. So I left. I worked with fire, the only thing I knew I could do, but now my younger sister is about to come of age and I don't know what he's going to do if she has the magic, or even if she doesn't. He knows I'm worried and he's leveraging me."

Annalise looked into my eyes and my heart broke for her, "He's threatening to bury my sister in the desert if I don't swear my life to him permanently. He'd rather have or punish me than chance my sister being useful to him."

I blinked a few times, trying to get a grip on what she was telling me. "You mean either you become his slave, or he kills his youngest daughter?"

Annalise nodded and sobbed, clapping a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. I let her get the emotions out, holding on to her as she clutched one hand stiffly in my shirt. Once she was able to stand by herself again, instead of letting go I pulled her into a hug, wrapping my arms around her frame and holding her firmly. "I'm sorry, for everything. I had no idea."

She sniffed and hugged me back quickly before letting go and stepping out of my arms. "Thank you."

We both stood awkwardly, the moment over. "Come on," I said, taking her by the elbow, "Let's eat. I promise no more questions. Lauren just wants to get this right."

Annalise followed me back in, but headed to the washroom instead of back to the table.

"So, what do you think?" Lauren asked as I sat down.

"I think she's been through a lot of shit and needs our help. I also think she's lovely."

Lauren smiled cautiously and quirked an eyebrow, "Ok, yes she's hot-."

"I'm serious Laur, there's a lot more going on than we thought, but I do think she's a lovely person."

Lauren's eyebrows raised and she gave me a 'huh' kind of expression.

"What?"

"I just never thought you were a 'lovely' kind of guy."

"Well, I've always thought you were way more than lovely so you never heard it before."

She rolled her eyes but as she continued I felt her foot sliding up and down my leg. "Ok, well what do you think about you-know-what?"

"I'm not sure." How did one decide if one took advantage of a girl looking for some sort of justice? I mean, I knew what my dick thought, and my head was actually saying yes too if only because of what Adama had said. It was my heart that was the problem. "I want to," I said slowly, "I'm just- I feel like there's a lot that went on that we won't know until we hear about it all. Just... don't push any more, ok?" 

"Mmmm," Lauren hummed understanding. "Ok. But still," We both watched Annalise weaving through the room on her way back to our table, "Her tits are to die for." I jumped slightly in my seat, Lauren's foot having crawled all the way up my leg and planting itself firmly in my crotch.

Lauren and I talked mostly this time, though Lauren was more light and flirty with Annalise. I watched as my girlfriend touched the other girls arm, or held her hand lightly while exclaiming something to her. At one point Lauren even reached over and brushed Annalise's hair away from her face and said out of the blue, "You have such beautiful eyes."

For her part I could only think to call Annalise's response 'cautiously open.' She was always proper but a little stand-offish, still uncomfortable in the situation. At one point Annalise looked over at me curiously when I grunted, trying to cover myself with a cough, and looked down to see Lauren's shoeless foot still wedged into my crotch, toes wiggling in her socks. Her eyes opened wider and she looked over at Lauren, who just smiled and took a drink of her water.

Annalise looked between us a few more times and licked her lips tentatively. "I-" She stuttered out, but then Lauren was distracting her from her insecurity by taking Annalise's hand and asking her to tell us about her artwork.

Some of Annalise's tension eased as she spoke more, relaxing into the conversation as she explained her metalwork. It turned out I knew a bit more about sculpture than even I would have guessed, which allowed us to banter back and forth a little bit.

"I'm just not interested in the abstract," Annalise argued with me, "The human form is so much more interesting."

"I agree," I said, my eyes darting down to her breasts and making Lauren snicker and Annalise roll her eyes slightly, "But that doesn't mean you should ignore it. What do you think makes more money these days, a cast metal statue of someone or some aggrandized monstrosity that someone labeled art?"

"Art shouldn't be about money though," Annalise retorted heatedly, "Just because some art does make money doesn't mean you should create for the sake of cashing out."

I smiled and Annalise's expression of frustration broke. "I like your conviction."

She looked down at her plate for a second and flashed one of her ungainly, toothy smiles. "Thanks."

*** 4 - Afternoon Delight with an Audience ***

We dropped Annalise off at the motel again and Lauren drove us back to her place while I tried my hardest to distract her. I had her hand and kissed the tip of each of the fingers, nipping each one lightly afterwards before I kissed her knuckles, followed by the back of her hand.

She giggled and I turned her hand over, kissing her palm and then her wrist. I nuzzled her arm for a moment before I rapidly kissed my way all the way up her arm to her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her hair as she laughed wonderfully. I was leaning over awkwardly but I didn't care as I kissed at the crook of her neck.

"Alright Gomez, you can stop," She laughed out. 

"But Morticia, I love you so," I smiled, playing up the joke. 

We made it inside the house and I picked Lauren up, backing her into the wall as she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Her face dropped to mine, her hair dangling and framing us as she met my eyes and we stared at each other for a moment. A small part of me felt guilty for this, my mind flickering back to Annalise. Another look into Lauren's eyes banished those doubts; if I was going to be at my best we couldn't let every problem get in the way. I kissed her nose, and she responded by kissing my forehead, then my cheek, then she kissed me hard on the mouth before tugging at my lower lip with her teeth.

"Any idea when your parents are supposed to be home?" The other family car hadn't been in the driveway.

She shook her head, the ends of her golden locks tracing back and forth across my face and she giggled. "Nope, but they usually go out for hours on a saturday. Antiquing or farmers markets or something."

"Any idea where Lindsey is?"

"Somewhere in the house."

I kissed her again. "Let's go fuck."

Her grin widened and she nodded.

I carried her up the stairs without a problem, taking a moment internally to marvel at myself. I would have been able to carry her like this before, but up the stairs without a strain? I grinned and laughed at myself and Lauren arched an eyebrow at me. In response I carried her right into her room and tossed her on the bed as she whooped her surprise.

I turned to shut the door behind us but Lauren stopped me. "No, leave it open." I turned back questioningly and she wiggled her eyebrows at me. She wanted Lindsey to hear, and maybe watch.

Shrugging, I started unbuttoning my shirt and she unbuckled her belt. It was funny, this was the first time we'd had a moment where we were both undressing with each other. Every other time it had just been one or the other of us, the other one already naked or at least in their underwear.

I watched as Lauren unbuttoned her jeans and began struggling to peel the tight garment around her hips and over her ass. I finished unbuttoning my shirt and took a step towards her, my arms circling her and pulling her into me from behind as I buried my face in her hair, kissing her and breathing her in again. She leaned her head back and looked back at me so I kissed her.

Slowly dropping to my knees behind her, I took ahold of her waistband and pulled her jeans over her ass, gripping it tightly just underneath her buttocks and jiggling them up and down. She snorted, looking over her shoulder at me.

I leaned forward and took one cheek in my mouth, gripping the flesh with my teeth lightly as I sucked lightly before coming away with a pop. "I love your ass."

She sighed. "Thanks, but isn't as nice as Stacey's, and Lindsey's is bigger. And Annalise's for that matter."

"Doesn't mean I'm not in love with your perfect little bootie." I kissed her other butt cheek, then pulled her pants and thong the rest of the way down, helping her step out of them. 

She stood straight and leaned forward slightly, her hands coming back and spreading her cheeks, revealing her little golden asshole and flush pussy lips. "How's that view?"

"Beautiful," I said, leaning in and sliding my tongue briefly up her tightly pressed thighs and then through her pussy lips. I trailed my tongue around the entrance briefly before teasing my way up her perineum and around her asshole. She moaned and it flexed, making me smile and kiss it lightly before I palmed my hands over hers, my fingers digging into her ass around her hands.

"You know what you have that the others don't?" I asked as I kissed my way from her hip to her leg.

"What?"

"Fucking. Amazing. Legs." I accented each words with a loud kiss down the back of her thighs. "Long and toned and wonderful."

"Thanks," she grinned back at me.

I stood up and she turned around to me, pulling my shirt down my arms and back and letting it slip to the floor. My hands raised to cradle her neck as I kissed her while she fumbled at my belt and pants. She laughed into my mouth as she finally managed to get everything undone and my pants slid to my ankles. Her hands slipped into my boxers and she fondled my quickly hardening dick, one hand sliding down the shaft as the other slipped below and grazed at my balls.

She broke the kiss and pulled back slightly as the lower hand swept over them again and she gave a me surprised look.

I shrugged, "Well you asked me to. Wasn't exactly easy though."

She grinned and kissed me again, then dropped into a squat and pulled down my boxers. "Guess I should live up to my end then." One hand grabbed my dick at the base and lifted it up, the other fondling my clean-shaven balls as she brought her mouth up and carefully sucked one into her mouth. I groaned and she hummed another little laugh, vibrating me. She played with them for a little while, lapping at them and sucking on them lightly, her grey eyes looking up at me as I groaned with pleasure. She released the ball she was sucking and started kissing her way up my shaft, taking her time as she tried to kiss and lick her way over every inch of my underside. 

Se finally made it to the top and swirled her tongue around my head before lowering my dick from the upright position she had been holding it and taking it into her mouth. I moaned again and my head went back, my hands moving to wind my fingers through her hair.

She started bobbing long and fast, sucking hard as she used one hand around the base of my cock, the other slithering down her body to play at her pussy. She bobbed deeply and my fingers tightened in her hair, her eyes flashing at the pressure. Seeing that she liked that, I gripped more, tugging her short golden hair back behind her head before pulling her into me. She took my dick into her throat easily this time, moaning as I thrust twice before pulling her back off. She said something garbled to me around my dick that sounded like 'more,' so I pulled her into me again, thrusting a few times into her tight throat as she swallowed me down.

We did that a few more times, my blood rising and the fireworks in my head getting louder every time I thrust one or two more times into Lauren's mouth. Her hand was working furiously at her pussy and I realized she didn't just like this pseudo-rough sex, she was really getting off on it.

I finally pulled her off my dick and up to her feet, kissing her firmly on the mouth, our tongues voraciously fighting each other for dominance. I pulled her sweater up and over her bra, then broke the kiss to pull it further, but stopped before taking it off. Instead I gripped it and kept her head trapped and her arms caught in the air. One-handed I worked the front-clasp on her yellow bra, letting it snap away and dangle once released. I kissed my way down her chest slowly, her breathing quickening and chest flushing as I teased her while she was blinded. As I kissed my way around her breasts my free hand dropped to her pussy, rubbing at her and finding her wet. I brought the hand to my mouth briefly, sucking in my ring and middle fingers before dropping them back and sliding them into her depths as I sucked hard on one of her puffy little areolas and nipple.

She groaned and writhed her hips back and forth, trying to get my hand to move faster as it stroked fingers in and out of her. I moved to her other breast and bit down lightly on her other nipple, tugging on it before releasing it and moving up to kiss her mouth through the sweater. She was moaning louder now, so I pulled both my hands away and turned her by the waist so that she was facing away from me and towards her bed. Yanking the sweater the rest of the way off, I took both of her arms and pulled them behind her, forcing her to arch her back as I bent slightly, caught my dick on the entrance to her pussy and slid most of the way in with a single stroke.

"Oooh, fuuuck yess!" She moaned at full volume. It was the loudest we'd gotten and there was no way Lindsey hadn't heard if she was in the house. I started a slow thrust in and out, pulling Lauren's arms back more, causing her to arch her body further until I was able to nip at the nape of her neck. "Ho-o-oly shit, Jerry. Fuck that's good."

I grinned and thrust into her hard, interrupting my pattern. She grunted, and I pulled out slowly then thrust into her hard again. And again. Every time she grunted with just the hint of this girlish higher note.




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I released her arms and she fell forward slightly. I slapped her ass as I started fucking her more rapidly, following her as she eased up onto the bed on her knees, dropping to her hands. She watched me over her shoulder for a moment, then told me, "Fuck me hard until I come, then I want you to make love to me."

I leaned forward and kissed her, nodding, then pulled back and slapped her ass again loudly, the smack ringing out. She groaned and turned it into that sexy growl of hers as I wrapped my hands around her waist and started pulling her back into my forcefully. The slapping sounds of our bodies made a fleshy rhythm as I thrust over and over, feeling her pussy tightening bit by bit. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," She groaned in between her growls.

As I pumped into Lauren my eyes trained on the way her back arched and her shoulders shifted with our thrusts, the muscles rippling and I found it sexy as hell. I leaned down and kissed the back of one of her shoulders tenderly while trying to maintain the hard fucking, then stood back up. "I fucking love you, Lauren."

She laughed loudly, "I fucking love you too."

I slapped her other ass cheek and reached out, gripping her hair how she liked. I could feel her body starting to shudder with her coming orgasm as I pulled her back towards me.

"I'm gonna come," she growled out, "I'm gonna come so fucking hard on your big dick. You're going to make me squirt again Jerry, so fucking hard 'cause I fucking love you and I love your dick."

I heard a noise somewhere behind me but I couldn't bother to look. I thrust like a machine, pounding away and then she went off. Her body seized for just a second, tensing as her core squeezed down and her vagina tried to grip me into submission. Three more thrusts and then my lower abdomen and legs were soaked as she squirted around my dick, her juices tangy in the air.

My thrusts slowed incrementally until I was lazily shifting myself maybe half an inch in and out of her. Her upper body had collapsed to the bed and she was heaving for breath. I bent over and kissed her back again, my hands tracing up and down her lightly muscled sides as she recovered.

She shifted under me and I pulled out, letting her roll over onto her back. Her grin was sloppy, like she was drunk. "You fucked me good."

"Thanks."

She looked down at my dick, still rock hard, and frowned. "You didn't come. I love your cum."

"I held back because you said you wanted me to make love to you."

"Oh yeah," she grinned dreamily, "Can we- can we do that later?"

I closed my eyes and shook my head. "Yeah, ok."

"Just lie with me, ok babe? Put your dick back inside but just lie with me."

She curled up further onto the bed and I crawled up next to her, spooning her from behind and slipping my dick back into her hot pussy. She wiggled her ass against me and she dozed off lightly.

I stayed hard until she woke up maybe twenty minutes later, letting me know she was awake by grinding her ass back against me. I brushed her hair away from her neck and cheek and kissed her a few times, slowly shifting my dick around inside of her as she moaned lightly. Slowly, Lauren eased herself off of me and turned in the bed so we were pressed against each other; nose to nose, chest to chest and our legs intermingling. 

She kissed my lips lightly then slipped her cheek under mine, whispering into the ear I had on the pillow. "She's still there."

"What?" I whispered back.

"Look in the mirror."

I tilted my head and looked at the mirror on her dresser. I didn't realize what she meant at first, but then I noticed I had a view out her open door and into the hallway beyond. Sitting on the floor out there, her head back and eyes closed, was Lindsey in a t-shirt with one hand in the waistband of her panties.

"I think she's asleep." Lauren murmured.

"How long was she out there?"

"I saw her playing with herself while we were fucking. She was trying to stay hidden."

I laughed quietly and shook my head. "If she passed out she must have gotten off."

Lauren grinned, "Almost as hard as me I bet. Hopefully she didn't stain the carpet if she squirts like me too."

"What should we do?"

Lauren moved a leg, giving me access to her pussy and rubbed my dick against it. "We're gonna fuck nice and slow, and I'm going to tease you right to the edge but you aren't going to cum."

I gave her a look and she laughed, "I'm gonna fuck you in front of her tonight and I want you to have a huge load for me."

Lauren teased me for almost three hours, riding me slowly while we made out or just sitting with my dick lodged in her while we talked. At some point Lindsey disappeared from outside the room but Lauren swore her sister had been masturbating again out there before she left.

We got dressed and went downstairs, turning on Netflix in the living room. Just before we started Lauren called up to her sister offering popcorn and a show marathon.

"Sure," Lindsey called down from her room. "Gimme a minute."

************

Neither of them thought Spartacus was a good choice, but I swore it was more than blood and guts. It was hot and full of drama and, what I didn't say to Lindsey, was that there was a ton of softcore sex spread throughout the season. We got three episodes in, Lauren and I snuggled on the couch and Lindsey in the big comfy chair, before their parents came home.

Between the show and Lauren teasing me every once in a while with a gentle caress to the crotch, I was hard for most of that time and extremely frustrated. When the Baxley parents came home I wasn't even going to be able to stand up, but thankfully their Dad came in and planted a box of pizza on the ottoman.

"Well, you kids look like you're staying out of trouble," He said pleasantly as a gladiator on TV got eviscerated bloodily. "Oh, that looked like it hurt. Girls, Mom and I are going over to the Webbers for dinner and drinks. No parties." 

Both sisters snorted. Lindsey had never broken that rule while she was in high school, and neither had Lauren. "Jeremiah," he said, looking at me, "Feel free to stay late if you want, just make sure your parents know."

"Thanks, Mr. Baxley," I said, secretly feeling a little guilty at the amount of trust Lauren's parents had in me. No worries that I'd been alone with Lauren for most of the day, no worries with me being in the house at night with her. And here I was planning on fucking their eldest at the behest of the one I was already fucking.

The parents were like a tornado through the house, changing and gathering a salad to bring to their dinner and interrupting the show so often with questions and requests for aid that we just paused it and decided to start again once they were gone.

They finally did, Mrs. Baxley saying her goodbyes with a wet kiss to the forehead for Lindsey, then Lauren, then me and a final wave from the doorway.

"Finally!" Lauren exclaimed, grabbing for the remote.

Sex and violence makes for some pretty visceral entertainment, and without worry of their parents coming home, Lauren snuggled up closer to me as we watched. Lindsey didn't comment, just hunkered down in the big chair and snacked on popcorn.

Sex. Sex and violence for another two hours on the screen. A particularly hot scene was going on when Lauren reached for my head and turned it to her, kissing me open mouthed. Our tongues danced for a bit, and I glanced over at Lindsey briefly to see her watching us; her eyes darted back to the screen and she blushed a little at having been caught.

Lauren grabbed my hand and placed it on her tit over her sweater, and after a few minutes of me fondling her lightly she pushed herself up and ended up straddling my lap facing me. We started making out, our hands shifting back and forth from each other's waists to neck and head. It was a little weird at first, knowing I was full on making out with Lauren to the sound of gladiatorial combat from the TV and in front of Lindsey, but then I remembered the movie theatre. Blowjob was a little higher on the totem pole than making out.

At one point Lauren kissed her way across my jaw and then down my neck, kissing and nipping at my skin and leaving my head free to look around. Lindsey met my eyes and blushed again, smiling slightly before making a throwing up gesture and laughing. The laugh made Lauren stop and look across at her sister. 

"Oh shut up," she laughed back.

"Get a room," Lindsey retorted.

"We did, it didn't help."

I knew what it meant, but Lindsey couldn't have been quite as sure since neither of us had mentioned we had known she was out in the hallway watching earlier. Her blush deepened and she looked back to the TV. Lauren turned back to me with a cheshire-cat grin on her face, kissed me on the lips briefly then pulled her sweater off over her head, leaving her completely topless.

She was still grinning down at me and pulled my head into her chest. I kissed the smooth skin between her breasts, my vision cut off by her wonderful globes as I licked and kissed up and down her cleavage. Her hands were in my hair, trying to get me to shift to one side or the other, while mine were wrapped around and grabbing her ass tightly, pulling her into me and against the hardness in my pants. I finally relented, taking one of her nipples and puffy areolas into my mouth and tonguing it firmly back and forth. Her nipples were small but rock hard, and as I switched to the other one Lauren groaned in her throat and rocked her hips into me.

"Oh come on," Lindsey protested from her place on the couch. I pulled back from Lauren briefly and looked over at her, but this time she didn't look away. There wasn't even a pretence of watching the TV any more.

I tilted my head up and caught Lauren's lips with mine again, and in response her hands reached down and scrambled around my belt and zipper. Her arms pressed her tits together and out, creating a picture I couldn't help taking advantage of as I broke our kiss and bent, gently nipping from one outshot nipple to the other.

"Fuck," Lauren giggled, "You know my buttons." 

I hummed my happy response and she finally managed to get my pants open, fishing my dick out until it was caught between our bodies. One hand rubbed and stroked at it while her other came back up to my hair, fingers weaving in as she got ahold and pulled my head back from hers. She kissed me lightly on the lips, then on the chin and then down my neck before sliding down my body and off the couch until she was kneeling in front of me. Lindsey had a clear view of my dick as Lauren licked up and down the shaft, eyes locked with mine and a little wicked grin on her face whenever her pretty mouth wasn't busy.

"Really, again?" Lindsey said quietly. "Fucking pervs." Our eyes met and we watched each other for almost a minute. Her breathing was deep and quick, making her impressive chest rise and fall sexily. Her hands were tightly clasped in her lap and I felt like she was tensed, trying to hold herself back.

Lauren released my dick with a pop and stood up, unbuckling her pants.

"Whoa," Lindsey said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa."

Lauren glanced over at her sister, then turned back to me and shucked her pants, leaving her naked. Without any more preamble, she straddled and mounted me, easing down my shaft.

Every time we started, it felt the same. My dick getting enveloped in this beautiful glove, perfectly made, coming home and reconnecting Lauren and I. The physical stimulation was fantastic, but it was the way our presence mixed together just a bit. I was inside her, we were connected in a way we'd been missing for all the years we had known each other.

She settled, shifting her hips back and forth until she was fully impaled on me. She groaned and bent her head to me, resting her forehead on mine and sighing breathily. "You just feel so right," she murmured, shifting her hips again. "I love you so much."

"I love you to."

"Make love to me?"

I responded by wrapping my arms around her, one hand on her lower back and one on her upper, pulling her entire body to mine. It was that same position we had tried our first day together, sitting up and facing each other. We couldn't fuck, not energetically, and there wasn't really any thrusting. Lauren's head was even with mine, her chin resting on my shoulder and her hair in my face as we shifted against each other. I bent and kissed her neck, biting it lightly, and she cried out with a light and high, "Unh."

My hand on her lower back slipped downwards, cupping her ass and then pulling at one cheek and I gripped it. From where Lindsey was, and guessing from all that time I had spent watching porn before Lauren, she probably had a fantastic view of where I was entering her sister. Not to mention Lauren's asshole.

We had sex like this, easily and lovingly, until the episode of Spartacus ended. The countdown started for the next episode and none of us had the presence of mind to reach for the remote to stop it.

Lauren drew back a bit from me, panting and her eyebrows knitting as she started grinding into me harder. We didn't say anything, just looking into each others eyes as our hips bucked until she tensed and grunted twice, coming. The tension released quickly and she fell forward, head on my shoulder for a long moment as she caught her breath.

"Are you close?" She asked.

"For ages," I groaned out. The way she had teased me all afternoon had me on pins and needles. I needed to come in a big way and she was lucky we hadn't done anything with more thrusting or I wouldn't have been able to hold back.

"That was fucking fantastic," Lauren grinned, head coming back up loosely. "But now I want you to fuck me. I want to come all over the place."

I grinned, "Alright. You ready?"

She nodded and I picked her up, staggering slightly from the odd angle since I was sitting on the couch. I held her, still impaled on me, and looked over at Lindsey. "Could you move the popcorn?"

She blinked, as if startled that I was talking to her. "Oh, uh, ok," she mumbled, leaning forward and taking the bowl off of the wooden coffee table in front of us.

I laid down Lauren lengthwise on it, her head now barely a foot and a half from her sister. Her breasts were heaving and wobbling delightfully. "Fuck you look good."

She laughed and stretched her arms out above her head, bumping into her sister's legs before loosely falling. I took her legs and spread them wide and low, almost parallel to the floor, making sure I was giving Lindsey the best view I could. I leaned down and kissed Lauren for a long moment before rising up fully and thrusting into her forcefully. Her whole body moved with me, tits bouncing and athletic tummy flexing. "Oooh, fuck yeah."

Fuck yeah is right, I thought. The one problem was that I really, really needed to blow a big one and that would probably ruin the moment. Reaching back into the depths of my consciousness where I had shunted the pool of fireworks, I stopped moving for a moment and concentrated on dipping a mental toe into that pool. Control. Refresh. Invigorate. It didn't take much, barely a whisper of the power pooling back there, but the pressure in my balls let up and I felt fresher. More alert.

I grinned down at Lauren and she caught a look in my eye making her give me a questioning one. I answered by thrusting into her again firmly, and again and again in a slow powerful stroke.

"Ho-ly-shit-so-good-don't-stop," She said after each thrust. After a minute I wrapped my hands around her hips and lifted her slightly, angling my own and hammering into her hard and fast. Her cunt, and in that moment it was her cunt as we fucked like animals, was soaking and rippling as her abdomen tensed from the pleasure. This position had Lauren looking slightly back and upside down at her sister.

Lindsey had one hand pulling at the stretchy hem of her fleece pants, as if reluctant to really go down there. The other was obviously tugging at a nipple through her shirt.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck," Lauren cried out as I kept pounding into her. "Linds, show him your tits."

She blinked and her eyes tore away from running up and down our bodies, focusing on Lauren's. "What?"

"Your tits, show him your tits."

"Uh..." Lindsey hesitated, becoming still.

"Your tits are amazing and you're super hot," Lauren grunted through my thrusting. "Plus, Jerry's always had a crush on you."

Lindsey's eyes shot up in surprise, locking with mine. I slowed my thrusting and shrugged, "Can you blame me? Lauren's always been number one for me, but you've been number two since I met you." It was the truth, as long as you didn't count Stacey. Then number two would have been hotly contested for the past five years.

Lindsey's eyes softened a bit and she bit her lips, the same move Lauren did sometimes. On Lauren it was cute, on Lindsey it was heart-stopping.

"I can't," Lauren said. "Have fun, Lindsey. I want you to play with your tits."

Lindsey glanced back down to Lauren, then she was pulling her shirt over her head. She had on a simple black bra, and as I fucked her sister Lindsey reached around and unsnapped it, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor.

"Wow," I said, my thrusting slowing.

"Right?" Lauren asked rhetorically.

Where Lauren's boobs were an overflowing handful, perky and full with slightly lighter and puffy areolas, Lindsey had just the ounce more to make them outstanding. A bit bigger, they hung a little more than her sister's because they were more full with this weighty look. Her nipples were just a bit bigger, proportionate to the size of her tits, and more pink, contrasting with Lindsey's slightly whiter skin. They were mouthwatering and I had this irrational desire to chew on them as if I were eating a steak. "Wow," I said again.

Lindsey smiled and her hand came up, pulling on her nipple before she took both her boobs in hand and wiggled them around for me.

I looked down to Lauren, who glanced up at me with a knowing grin. I lifted her hips a bit more and shifted so that I was thrusting slightly up into her. "Oh fuck yeah, just like that," she said, "You fuck me so fucking good."

I snorted, "Same to you, love."

She smiled and reached back, taking a hold of Lindsey's legs and using them to give herself some leverage, bouncing her torso awkwardly to meet my thrusts.

"Unh, unh, unh," she started grunting, giving me the sign that she was headed towards one of her hard, squirting orgasms.

I took one of her legs and pulled it up to my shoulder, kissing her ankle.

"Linds, stop playing around. Get yourself off. Not sure how much longer we can go," Lauren grunted around her pleasure noises. 

Lindsey had dropped one hand to rub herself over her pants. She looked up at me as if she wanted confirmation, so I nodded that she should. She buried her hand in her pants and I could tell she immediately started thrusting fingers into herself. She was so horny I could even hear the light slurping of her juices.

Lauren stopped thrusting back at me and used her hands to yank on her sister's pant legs, pulling them down inch by inch until they were wrapped around Lindsey's knees, leaving her in a white and soaked thong, her hand pushing it out and revealing hints of the pinky pussy beyond.

"Hoooly shit," I said, the need to come pressing back into me quickly at the sights before me.

Lauren was growling now and her leg was trembling against my chest where I was holding it, the other one spasming in the air.

"Lindsey," I said, her glazed and concentrated gaze flicking up to my face. "Keep fucking yourself, but come over here." I gestured to right beside me.

She stood, wobbling, and walked to my side, one hand still frigging at herself rapidly. The hand I wasn't holding Lauren's leg with I placed on her lower back, feeling her tense for a moment before sliding in closer until we were side-by-side, my naked hip bumping hers as I thrust over and over into Lauren, her pussy spread lewdly before us.




Font of Fertility Ch. 04



"Watch this," I whispered close to her ear as I felt Lauren start to go off. I pulled out at the last second and stepped back, sliding Lindsey to where I had been thrusting from. Lauren came hard, squirting her juices in an ark with a massive, "Huunnngh!"

Lindsey was bent forward a fraction, legs spread just slightly as she moaned at the view and smell of Lauren orgasming violently. I took a chance and slipped my dick into the gap between her thighs, knocking on the fabric of her thong where her hand was frigging rapidly. I pressed all the way forward until her full, nearly bare ass was pressed right up against me. It was as close to simulating sex as we could probably get. Her hand froze for just a moment at her pussy, and I grabbed her waist with both hands, her skin smooth and slick with sweat.

The fingers in her pussy writhed again and she cried out, coming hard and leaking warm juices down on me as her thighs tensed up, rubbing my dick between them.

I came with a huge grunt, my hands pulling her by the waist back into me, crushing her ass against my hips as I spewed shot after shot of cum from between her legs at Lauren, who immediately started moaning, "Oh fuuck so hooot." Lauren slid herself down the coffee table and by the time my hips were jerking with the last of my orgasm, Lindsey's shuddering from her own orgasm subsiding, Lauren's legs were wrapped around both of us, binding us close together.

I panted a few times, getting control of myself again before I kissed Lindsey between the shoulder blades and stepped back, standing weakly. Lindsey moved aside as well, giving me a better look at Lauren, who had streaks of my cum from pubic bone to her chest and a dreamy look in her eyes. Completely spent, I stepped backwards and slumped onto the middle seat of the couch. Lindsey just slipped to the ground where she was, sprawled out and bracing herself from full laying down with her arms behind her.

I'm fucked out and still her boobs are amazing.

Lauren took a bunch of deep breaths, then wiped her hand across her lightly muscled abs and took a mouthful of cum to her lips, licking her fingers like she had chocolate syrup. Lindsey grunted her mild surprise, and despite her dreamy state Lauren got one of her conniving looks on her face. She sat up and ran two fingers across her tits, scooping up another portion of cum on the tips of her fingers.

"Here," she said, holding out the fingers towards Lindsey, "You helped."

There was a long moment while the two sisters looked at each other, then Lindsey slowly moved forward and took Lauren's cum-covered fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. Her eyes closed as she did it and I could tell she savoured it in her mouth before swallowing. Wowzers.

Lauren got up from the coffee table and sat next to me, bringing her legs up to cradle in my lap while I wrapped an arm around her, her head leaning on my shoulder. Lindsey sat back again on the floor, looking at us, then stood up and sat on my other side. She didn't curl up like Lauren did to snuggle, but I put my arm around her shoulders and she sat close and I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the side of her forehead.

Comfortable. That weird state of 'comfortable' all over again. This should have been weird, or totally fucked up, or something. But it was comfortable and quiet and, except for the fact that every once in a while Lauren scooped up some more of my cum from her body and leaned across me to offer it to her sister, who licked it from her fingers with a naughty glint in her eye, it wasn't overtly sexual.

Eventually, after quietly watching the episode that had been playing on the TV without comment, Lauren got up and went to the washroom, coming back with a wiped down body. She slipped her sweater back on, and we all slowly started getting our clothes back on. Before she put her fleece pants back on, Lindsey took off her thong and tossed it to me.

"I think you earned that," she said with a little smile. "Completely ruined it, honestly."

We all laughed lightly and I picked it up, slipping it into my pocket. "I'll treasure it forever," I joked with a smile. An odd expression passed over Lindsey's face, but it was gone fast and she sat again with us on the couch.

It got late and Lauren eventually offered to give me a ride home. Once we were in the car, she turned to me and said, "Wow."

"Right?" I replied, flashing back to our comments about Lindsey when she first took off her shirt. "You don't think I went too far or anything?"

"No, I think that was fucking amazing hot and Lindsey got off so hard."

I chuckled and shook my head, both at the memory and the context. "Did you notice anything weird about her though?"

Lauren frowned as she drove, "I dunno, what do you mean?"

"Well, she was so cautious about doing stuff until you told her to do something."

"Probably because it was her sister fucking her boyfriend."

"True," I acknowledged reluctantly, "still."

"I should probably talk to her."

I nodded my agreement, "Try to find out what she's been doing at school, too."

"I will."

We were back at my place and I couldn't help thinking about the night before when Lauren had dropped me off. Was there another mage waiting in the darkness?

I turned and kissed Lauren. "You sure this is still what you want?"

She rolled her eyes and kissed me while also punching me in the arm. "Dorkus. Yes, I want you and I to fuck my sister into a coma. Ask me again and maybe I'll just make you watch as I do it myself."

I snorted and we kissed again. "I fucking love you."

"I fucking love you too."

The house lights were off, but despite the darkness I saw a small shape on my porch. I walked up to it slowly, wondering if it was a snake or something, but it wasn't. I picked up the long-stemmed flower, turning it over in my hands. It crinkled, dry and dead, and I had to be careful of the thorns. Frowning, I looked out at the street but there was nothing out of the ordinary. I tossed it to the garden and went into the house as quietly as possible, assuming everyone was asleep already.

Inside, the house was quiet and I sat down on the stairs, taking stock of everything that had happened. The last few days had been insane, but overall completely amazing. The thing with Annalise at the restaurant though; there was more to this Council thing than I could have guessed. She was in real, honest-to-god life-or-death trouble and was looking to me, some kid she didn't even know, to fix it. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, trying to think but failing as I yawned instead. Tomorrow. I'll figure it out tomorrow.

Just as I was about to slip into bed, a noise outside my room made me pause. My door opened and Stacey was standing there in a thin tank top and panties.

"Hey," she whispered.

"Hey."

"Good day?"

"Yeah."

"Do you... do you mind if I sleep in here for a bit?"

I paused for a moment, realizing Stacey and I hadn't talked since the night before. "Yeah, I'd like that."

I could see her smile through the darkness and she crossed my room to the bed. I slipped under the covers and she followed and we were quickly spooned, her ass and back pressing against me as my arms wrapped around her. Her hands meshed with mine as we held to each other. I kissed her shoulder and she sighed.




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First, a quick thank you and apology to those who have been checking back frequently and voicing their hopes to see another chapter. This one took me a month start to finish, which was a much longer time than the last few. It also happens to be several thousand words and over 10 pages longer, so I hope you are all satisfied that the wait was worth it.

FoF will certainly be continuing, and hopefully at a faster pace than this last chapter. I really do appreciate every comment and email sent my way and try to respond to any direct questions. Finally, I look forward to producing more content for you all.

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Font of Fertility Ch. 05



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All characters are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I would suggest reading the previous chapters if you have not already. This chapter includes incest, anal and group (mff).

Jerry explores parts of being a mage, as well as Lauren's sister.

I can't say enough words to thank Ante_Matter for editing.

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*** 1 - Goin' to the Mall ***

It's funny how quickly I got used to the body beside me in bed. When I woke up and Stacey wasn't beside me there was a tiny rush of emotion; on the one hand relief that we hadn't been caught by our parents, but more so on the other a sadness that she wasn't there.

It was the Sunday before Christmas and in the last week my entire life had gone from a slow pitch to a professional grade knuckleball. I was now dating my best friend, sleeping and fooling around with my sister, planning on shagging my girlfriend's sister and by tomorrow I was going to hear and pass judgement on a magical lawsuit. I shook my head as I sat up, Not to mention the sex-based magic powers.

I flopped back onto the bed, imagining what would have happened if Stacey had still been there when I woke up. I probably would have snuck under the covers and woken her up by blowing a raspberry on her tightly muscled abdomen, tickling her as she writhed sleepily and groaned her indignation. Then I would kiss her and she would kiss me back and laugh her warm, humming laugh, and the day would start off amazing.

That wasn't to be though. Stacey wasn't there, she'd slipped out sometime over the night or the early morning because we couldn't be like that. Not outside of the house, and not inside either. If our parents found us even snuggling together it would probably mean an explosion of some sort.

I yawned and curled up in bed again; it was Sunday and I didn't have plans, why was I even awake?

Because my life was a knuckleball. Annalise's sounded like it was even worse. Her father was blackmailing her, using her younger sister as leverage to turn the fire mage into his slave. It was barbaric and reeked of insanity, but it was what she was facing. If I had known what was going on when she first came to me, I wouldn't have waited to hear her case. But we had given forty-eight hours for her father to respond; Lauren and I wanted to be fair if we were going to be judge and jury. I wasn't about to go back on my word, especially not on the first judgement brought to me.

Groaning, I rolled over onto my stomach, head buried in my pillow. A week ago I was trying to figure out how to ask Lauren out. Things were changing; other than the general revelation of my magic abilities, no one thing was that dramatic but in all... 

Well, it had me worried. Like with Lindsey, who had always been Lauren's beautiful big sister to me. Someone to crush on, to look up to sometimes, even someone to rely on. Now, though, I could see the changes in her. She was different, a little less self confident; she was fixated on Lauren and I, sexually and emotionally. Something had happened with her, and while it wasn't about to stop Lauren and I from including her into the harem we were building, it worried me all the same because I loved her like a sister. More specifically, like my sister. In a very inappropriate way, sure, but it was still love.

I drifted back to sleep, conflicted but drowsy in the early morning. It was Sunday after all.

************

I managed to get myself put together and out the door by noon, the chance to sleep in welcome. I took the bus over to Lauren's house, giving me plenty of time to ponder how to get myself a car. I was an all-powerful sex mage, what was I doing taking the bus? A few ideas came to mind; some of them would be taking advantage of people, which I didn't want to do, but others were fairly decent possibilities.

Lauren answered the door in workout gear, instantly turning my mind from money to ravishing her right on the front steps of the house. She saw the look in my eye and grinned, sticking out her tongue cutely at me before she came in close for a kiss. 

"Hey there," she said, putting on a low and sultry voice.

I kissed her again with a peck in response. "Hey there yourself. Am I interrupting?"

"No, just finished. Some of us need to put in work to keep ourselves looking this good." She smirked, making me a little embarrassed. Yeah, I'd cheated. What good was a magic dick if I couldn't cheat a bit?

I followed her into the house and back to the kitchen, where Lindsey was sitting at the table eating lunch. She looked up a little startled as we came in, her eyes bouncing between us, unsure of the situation. I couldn't blame her, not after last night.

"Hey, beautiful," I said, walking up and kissing her on the cheek.

"Hey," she replied, still a little hesitant.

"How are you?"

She finally smiled a little, her body easing as she fiddled with her fork in the salad she was eating. "Good. I was just- uh. Last night."

"Was amazing," Lauren said from behind me. I looked over and she was topless, having peeled off the sports bra she had been wearing and was now replacing it with a turquoise one, clothes pulled from a laundry hamper sitting on the chair next to her waiting to be donned. And now I had a boner.

"It- It was." Lindsey said, "I just-"

The caution and uncertainty in her voice made me interrupt. "Lauren and I are going to the mall right now," I said, and she stopped stammering. "Later, though, I think we should go out for dinner. Just you and me."

"Like a date?"

"I think that's a great idea," Lauren said, bouncing over beside me as she pulled a pair of tight jeans up over her ass.

"Really?" Lindsey asked, eyes a little wide. 

"Mhmm," Lauren said, "Linds, I think you need this. To be treated like the wonderful lady you are."

"Oh, ok." Lindsey replied noncommittally.

"You're going," Lauren said. "And you're going to have a fantastic time."

"Ok," Lindsey agreed a little more firmly.

Lauren finished putting on her socks and told me to wait by the front door. I could hear some sort of quick, whispered conversation between the sisters but couldn't tell what was being said. Lauren came strutting down the hallway from the kitchen with a sly grin and a troublesome twinkle in her eye. Without a word she grabbed my hand and led me out of the house and to her car.

"Annalise?" She asked.

"Yeah."

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When we picked up Annalise, I sat in the back seat with her so we could look at each other while I talked.

"I'm sorry," I started off. "For yesterday and the assumptions I made. My only explanation is that I just wasn't realizing how big a deal this must be for you. The thing is, Annalise, even though I'm terribly sorry for being insensitive to your situation, I can't be sorry for making you wait. I will not be known as a Seat who is unfair, not from my very beginning."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lauren look back at me through the rearview mirror, a warmth in her eyes.

Annalise was quiet for a moment, her pretty frown deepening as her eyes searched for something they couldn't find before finally coming back to meet mine. "I understand," she said. "I- can't blame you for wanting to be fair, even with my father."

"I'm glad," I smiled.

"I want to apologize as well-" She started, but I cut her off.

"No, not from you. What you said yesterday, I needed to hear it. You were right, and I deserved it."

She looked away from me again and smiled one of her toothy, somewhat ugly smiles and I couldn't help but feel a little warmed by it.

"Now," I continued, "We're going to the mall so you can grab whatever food you want, and then we're taking you shopping."

"What?" She said, "That's not necessary. I'm imposing too much already."

"Annalise," Lauren said from the front seat, "You've been wearing the 

same clothes for three days. I don't think you're in a place to complain when someone offers to buy you an outfit or two."

She blushed and looked down at the zip up sweater and jeans she was wearing. The first time I had seen her she had zipped open that sweater and revealed her very impressive breasts to me, and then had again in the motel room; and remembering made me wonder if she even had a bra with her at all.

"The thing is though," Lauren said, "I'm not sure how much cash we have on hand."

"Don't worry about that," I said, "I have an idea, just stop at the next convenience store."

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I was concentrating almost to the point of being too distracted from my surroundings. Robbing an ATM was a lot more difficult than I thought it would be.

First thing was dipping into the pool of power I could always feel, sitting and boiling in the back of my consciousness. That wasn't so much a struggle to do as it was to stop the entire thing from overtaking me when I was actively siphoning it into a spell. My first magical act was to focus on making the technology around me not be able to detect my physical presence. No camera was going to register my body or movements. I would be like a ghost on any recording, unseen.

The next step was to hold that spell, feeling it draining at my power, as I got out of the car and walked into the convenience store. I smiled and nodded at the clerk behind the counter who barely looked up at me from his newspaper. I went to the ATM in the front corner of the store and looked at it. Make it or break it, I thought ruefully as I reached out a hand and placed it on the side of the machine.

Give me money, wasn't exactly going to work as a spell. I focused on the dispenser, willing it to start. It took a moment, and I felt a tiny drain on my pool, and then I heard a series of clicks. Great, it dispensed nothing. There must have been more components I needed to activate inside, maybe dozens more, and I had no idea what they were or how they worked. Making the dispenser activate had been easy, making the whole machine work was going to be a lot more draining.

I sighed and closed my eyes, focusing only on the cameras and the ATM. I couldn't make it dispense manually, so I had to make the whole system work at once. Step by step I pieced together what I needed the ATM to do for me, providing the money I needed. It all clicked into place so suddenly I was surprised, I knew by instinct the spell was ready for what I wanted. With a slight push, almost like a nod of my head to the pool, I felt a sudden drain and the ATM clicked into action, spitting out ten one-hundred dollar bills.

I let the spell go and had to take a step back and lean against a shelf. That had taken a lot more power than I had originally thought. I wasn't drained completely, but a lot of what I had stored up over the past few days was gone. I grabbed the money and folded it into my pocket, slipping out the store quickly before the clerk realized I was panting lightly. I got into the passenger seat of the car and took a deep breath, releasing the camera spell.

I was light headed and continued to breath deeply, fishing in my pocket and holding the cash out to Lauren.

"Jer, you didn't just rob that place did you?"

I looked over at her with my eyebrows raised. "You think I would do that?"

"Well," Lauren said sheepishly, "No, but you did just come out of there with a handful of cash."

"ATM," I said.

"Extraordinary," Annalise said from the back seat.

"What's so extraordinary about it?" Lauren asked.

"It's just- From what I've learned of more powerful mages, the one thing that has downplayed their power over the millennia was the rise of technology. It is foreign and inhuman. You must have spent a great deal of power to make it work."

I nodded and rested my head back. Lauren started the car and drove us towards the mall and I sat quietly. The spell had taken a lot, but I couldn't help but think about my first attempt with the dispenser. That had barely even registered at all. Was it chance, or was there something that I just wasn't connecting yet?

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Annalise ate ravenously, to our chagrin. When she had said she'd spent her savings on the plane tickets I had assumed she meant most, but it turned out after the tickets and a cab ride to my house she had been flat broke. She hadn't eaten anything since our meal together yesterday.

Now, knowing we weren't putting ourselves out by offering it to her, she ate enough for three by herself. She kept apologizing as Lauren and I grinned at each other, our own meals long finished, but didn't stop eating. Once she was finally done, Annalise leaned back and closed her eyes, unknowingly drawing my attention to her large breasts pressing out against her sweater.

"That, I think, really helped."

"Good," Lauren said, sneaking her own glance at the brunette's cleavage. "Now we can go get you some new clothes, and then you can wash these."

And so that was how I found myself trailing behind my beautiful girlfriend and our well endowed friend from one clothing store to another. Sure, let's hit Sears or Walmart and get her some clothes, I had figured. But I had handed a full thousand dollars to Lauren, which apparently signified 'spree.'

Five stores in and I was starting to reach my breaking point. Lauren, seeing me sitting and staring blankly at a wall of clothes as Annalise tried on something or other in a changing stall, took pity.

"You can go look at the toys," she said jokingly, nodding across the mall corridor to an electronics store. 

"No, no, I'm ok."

She gave me a look, "Go. Maybe I'll find something sexy to surprise you with."

That had me moving with a plan to meet up in thirty minutes to check in. I browsed the electronics store, then went down the hall to a hobby and games store. It's funny, I realized I was pulled in two directions when I looked at the things I used to ogle and drool over in stores. I had a supreme magical gift and all the things on the shelves were trivial in comparison to what I could do; and yet I still wanted to shoot bad guys on a big screen TV.

Leaving the toys behind, I decided that if I could get more cash reliably now, I wasn't afraid to spend the remainder of my own savings. Not on myself though, Christmas was only a few days away and while I had gifts already wrapped for Lauren and my family, none of them were very... much. When it came to my parents there wasn't a whole lot I could do more; not without revealing I had magic powers, and wouldn't that discussion go great. 'So, mom, I can do unlimited things I just need to pork every girl I meet to do it.'

Yeah, that would go great.

I had an idea in mind for the other ladies in my life now, though. While buying for Lauren while she was here wasn't a fabulous idea, I could go looking for Stacey and Lindsey. I was two stores away from Victoria's Secret when the voice behind me made me stop.

"Oh, hi Jeremiah."

I stopped and turned, looking over the pretty girl before quirking my eyebrow questioningly. "Emily."

"Hey there," Emily Roberts replied, her smile big and innocent as she closed the distance between us. "I thought I saw you earlier and hoped it was you."

"Why's that?" The last time I had seen her she had been demanding I show her my dick to prove I was as well hung as she had heard. Not a horrible place to be in, considering she was one of the hottest girls in our class. She also happened to be a total bitch, which was making me extra cautious as she played up the sing-song innocence.

"Well, I just wanted to apologize for the way we left things," she said. "You know, I didn't want to make you angry or anything. Could you forgive me?" She was inches from me now, one hand lightly coming up to rest on my arm.

Your feminine wiles won't move me, I thought, though I was aware of the hard on in my pants. Who could blame me, those perky tits were practically falling out of her sweater and her lips were just slightly pouted like she wanted a kiss.

"Nope," I said, taking a step back from her. "I told you, there's only one way you and I get good, Emily." She had to beg Lauren to let me screw her. The fact that Lauren was excited by this proposition was unknown to Emily, but had me a little worried as to the level of that excitement.

The dark haired girl frowned and crossed her arms under her chest, consciously thrusting her breasts out a little more. "Well, that's not very considerate, Jerry. You and me, we could be great friends-"

"Hey, babe," Lauren said, sidling up next to me from behind and wrapping my arm around her shoulder. I turned and kissed her fully, showing off to Emily to rub in the fact that she couldn't have me. Lauren was grinning into the kiss, fully aware of what we were doing and loving it.

We broke the kiss and I glanced at Emily, who was frowning slightly, a slight edge to her look. 

"Hey," Annalise said, coming up from my other side and mirroring Lauren, sliding my arm around her. "Don't forget about me." She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me.

There was a heat in this kiss that belied our relationship. Annalise melted in my arm, melding her body to mine as our tongues played lightly against each other. She was slightly shorter than Lauren, meaning I had to lean down more and she bring her chin up to meet me. Her breasts were pressing into me and I could feel the hard nub of one of her nipple piercings in my side. As the kiss lingered I found there wasn't just a passion in the kiss, but an actual heat. Annalise was a furnace on the inside and it made me wonder about a different opening and how that would feel.

I broke the kiss and we looked at each other for a moment from just an inch away. She was smiling again, but it slipped away quickly, but it was her eyes that held me. Big and playful, with just a little of the sneaky glint Lauren often had. I gave her another peck before looking to Emily.

Her mouth was agape as she looked from Lauren to Annalise, then back to Lauren. "I-"

"Hi, Emily. I heard you wanted to ask me something?" Lauren asked innocently.

"I- uh-"

"Oh, this is the Emily girl?" Annalise asked Lauren around me.

"Mm," Lauren answered, "It is."

I don't know what's going ooooonnn, I thought. Were they playing with the preppy slut, or was something else happening? That kiss with Annalise hadn't been necessary, all she'd needed to do was stand like we were now to make the point.

"I should be going," Emily said quickly, shooting a glance at me. As she turned her eyes slipped lower and took in the shape of my hard dick pressing against my jeans down one leg. She hesitated for a brief second, then walked off.

Lauren was the first one to start snickering, separating from me but still standing close. Annalise started as well, though her hand lingered on my arm as she moved away.

"Ok, what was that?" I asked.

"Oh, just a little fun," Lauren smirked. "I think she almost asked right there at the end."

"Lauren told me about your, ah, encounter after you left us," Annalise said. "Just girl talk, but then when she saw the girl trying to hit on you again... well, it was her idea."

Lauren's smirk was even bigger now as she looked to Annalise. "Not that I was planning on you stealing the show with that kiss."

Annalise blushed and pulled back her hand from me before shrugging.

"Ok then," I said, shaking my head. "You two are a little crazy when you get together."

"Good crazy," Lauren smiled at me.

"Sure," I replied, "How about you help me with some last minute christmas presents though?"

*** 2 - A Date***

We dropped off Annalise first, Lauren and I both getting out of the car to see her off. Lauren got a hug and a whispered thank you from the brunette, while I got a shy and very brief kiss on the lips.




Font of Fertility Ch. 05



"What you said earlier," Lauren said once we were back in the car. "It was right."

"What do you mean?"

"Your apology to Annalise. I- You were right. About all of it."

We could have gone deeper, but neither of us needed to. I just reached out and held Lauren's hand as she drove. We talked about more inane things, realizing we should probably find out what our friends Jay and Benji had been getting up to since the break started. Leaving them alone for too long spawned odd, and often slightly dangerous, ideas between the two of them.

"Clean yourself up though," Lauren said as she pulled into my driveway. "I got a little bit out of Lindsey this morning. Jer, she really needs this to go right."

"I know, I've been having this feeling something was going on with her."

"Well, just do it right, ok? Hell, what am I saying, just be yourself. Your lovable, understanding, sexy ass self."

I smiled and squeezed her hand. "Will do. Is it ok I'm going on a fancy date with her before you? No matter what, you are the one I'm in love with the most."

"Ugh," Lauren said exasperatedly, letting go of my hand and wiping under her eyes. "Be lovable-understanding-sexy with her, doofus, not with me. I need to drive home."

I laughed and leaned over, kissing her on the cheek. "I'll see you when I come by to pick up your sister?" I paused for a moment. "Ok, that still sounds as weird and skeezy as I thought it would."

Lauren snorted and pushed me out as I was leaving, "Yeah, well, let's see how skeezy it is tonight, alright?"




I napped, I shaved and showered, hell I even put on some cologne. I don't know if I was thankful Stacey was out, so that she wouldn't see me getting ready and ask questions, or if I wished she was there to help me pick out what I should wear. The one thing that did work out was that my parents were going out for the evening and were letting me borrow the other family car.

Mom, of course, started asking questions immediately. Where was I going, why so many dates with Lauren so fast? When was I going to bring Lauren over, now that she was my girlfriend and not just my friend? There should be a joint family dinner - that was the last straw, and I had left my mother still yammering after me as I went to get ready. 

I went for a dress shirt, no tie, and some decent pants. I wasn't sure what kind of impression I had left Lindsey with, let alone what Lauren was cooking up. Hopefully I was dressed up enough to match whatever Lindsey was wearing.

I almost, almost jerked off. In all honesty, from the way the last few days were going I was feeling pent up because it was nearly dinner time and I hadn't come once yet. That both made me a little worried for my health, and also my state of mind. In the end it was the idea of Adama showing up that stopped me; I was about to go on a date and needed to be focused on that, not on what I might need to do tomorrow of Annalise's judgement.

I got to the Baxley's right around six, silently thanking whatever thing had given me my powers that Lauren and Lindsey's parents weren't home yet. Wouldn't that have been a fantastic way to start the night. 'Oh hi Jeremiah, here to pick up Lauren?' 'No sir, I'm here to pick up your other daughter.'

Yeah, I probably had some figuring to do on how this was all going to work out.

I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell like I had hundreds of times before. Hundreds of times and I'd only ever felt like this once before, standing there with my palms feeling clammy and a bit of a flutter in my gut, and just a little tinge of 'Oh god I've made a mistake and should run away.' I was going on a first date again, and even though I'd already had my dick between Lindsey's legs, albeit not inside her, I still had the first date jitters.

Lauren answered the door and gave me a wolf whistle. "Hey, hot stuff. How mucha for you?"

I smiled and entered the house, Lauren falling into my arms and kissing me.

"Thanks for doing this, Jer."

"I feel like I should really, really be thanking you Lauren. She's your sister, and you're my girlfriend."

"It's a little weird, right?"

I nodded and she grinned. "Well imagine what it must be like for her; she doesn't know the big secret."

I hadn't thought of that, the fact that Lindsey seemed to be going along with this fairly well despite not knowing the trigger behind it all.

"Laur, if it wasn't for you-know-what," I gestured to my crotch, "Would this be happening?"

She kissed me lightly on the chin, "Probably not. At least not so quickly, and not with her. But it's good. I'm good. Are you having second thoughts?"

Lindsey started coming down the stairs and my eyes glued to her. "Nope."

Lauren stood back and watched her sister with me as Lindsey carefully walked down to the front entrance. Her thick, blonde hair was pulled back into a thick braid hanging over one shoulder and her naturally stunning face had just a touch of makeup, except for the bright red lipstick to match her dress. My eyes didn't know where to look - at her bust sparkling lightly with silvery sequins, or at the flash of leg she showed every time she took a step and the cut running up to her thigh parted. I stepped forward and helped her down the last two steps, taking her hands in mine.

"Wow," I said, dumbfounded.

Lauren and Lindsey both snorted and laughed, making me wonder but ultimately filling me with comfort. Lindsey's laugh was similar to Lauren's, both of which touched a part of me I had grown up with; loving these two sisters in different ways as I grew up with them.

"Lauren knew you would say that," Lindsey told me.

"And now I get first dibs on movie choice next time we go see something," Lauren crowed proudly.

"Not that you watch the movie anyways," Lindsey joked slyly, making both Lauren and I blush.

I turned back to Lindsey, holding both of her hands in mine at the foot of the stairs. "I know this is out of order, but I just have to do something before we leave."

She looked at me quizzically and was obviously startled when I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth, our lips pressing together but without tongue. I lingered, smelling the sweet perfume she was wearing, her hands squeezing mine as she kissed me back. Finally I withdrew and she stayed there for a moment before opening her eyes and smiling at me.

"God, you are just dazzling," I said.

"Well that's a new one," Lauren smirked at me.

"I'm sorry, but have you worn a dress on a date with me yet?"

"She probably never will," Lindsey quipped. "You'll have to marry her to get her in a dress, and even then she'll have pants on underneath."

"You'd be surprised," I whispered conspiratorially to her, "The first day after we had sex, she wore a skirt for me."

Lindsey's jaw dropped and Lauren blushed, giving me an angry look. "You own a skirt?" Lindsey asked, dumbfounded.

"Well, no," Lauren admitted, "It was one of yours. Okbyehavefun," She quickly finished, pulling open the front door.

I took Lindsey by the arm and we went out, Lauren sneaking in a kiss for me as we went. She stood in the doorway, watching as I walked her sister to the car and opened the door for her, helping her in. Once I had closed the door I looked to Lauren, though I couldn't see her face very well because of the light behind her and the early dark of night.

I tapped my dwindling pool of power and reached out to her. I love you.

Lauren visibly jerked for a moment, then turned around and dropped her sweatpants, mooning me in the open doorway. I laughed and stepped around the front of my car, getting in and looking to Lindsey, who was giggling at her sister's antics. I started the car and as I started backing out of the driveway took her hand in mine, lifting it up and kissing her fingers briefly.

We drove for a minute in silence before Lindsey's hand in mine started squirming a bit. I looked over to her and she was looking out the window, her other hand at her lips stifling something.

"Hey, whoa, what's the matter?" I said, pulling the car to the side of the road.

"It's nothing," she replied, "Just keep going it's fine."

"No, that's not nothing. What's wrong?"

She looked at me and she was on the brink of tears. "Just, I- I don't deserve this, Jerry. You, and Lauren, I don't-"

"Hey, hey, hey," I cooed, pulling her towards me and awkwardly hugging her across the car. "Lindsey, it's ok. I know this is weird but it's ok."

"It's not that," she said, squeezing me tightly. "I know this is weird but that makes it, I don't know, better? I need to tell you some things, you need to know about me. I'm not right, Jerry. I'm broken and I'll just hurt you and Lauren."

I shushed her and squeezed her more tightly, holding her for a long moment. "Lindsey, I'll make you a promise and a deal, ok? I promise that if you tell me everything, I will never hold it against you, ok?" I felt her nod against my shoulder. "Ok, then the deal is we're going to go to the restaurant and we'll get a corner booth and we will have a fantastic time while you tell me, alright?"

She hesitated, but nodded again. I held her for another long moment before she pulled back, sniffing and wiping under her eyes. "Jesus," she laughed grimly at herself, "I'm such a mess."

I smiled and pulled the car back onto the street, taking her hand in mine again and bringing it up to kiss, "Maybe, but you clean up real nice."

She snorted out a laugh.

The little Italian place was buried behind several rows of strip malls, which it predated by probably a dozen years or more. The veneer of the place was fading, the carpet a little worn and the leather seats cracked, but the food was still amazing and the dining room was kept dim. I managed to request a corner booth near the back of the sparsely populated restaurant, away from the other diners. Lindsey and I settled in, but when the waiter came around for our drink orders I asked him to give us some time to talk before we ordered.

I slid over so that I was sitting directly beside Lindsey in the booth and took her hand in mine. "Feeling alright?"

She nodded and looked down at our hands. I let go and dropped my hand to her dress-covered leg. "Lindsey?"

She took in a quick, sharp breath, but then looked at me and slowly released the tension in her body. "I'm sorry, I just- This is really different."

"Different from what?" I prodded.

She looked back up to my face and I got lost for a moment in her eyes, shimmering again with the hint of tears. "I don't know what's wrong with me," she whispered.

"Absolutely nothing," I whispered back. "Tell me what happened."

She bit her lip for a moment before answering. "It was during that time in high school, I guess." She didn't need to explain; Lindsey had made a drunken mistake in her senior year. The rumours had flown wild, changing over and over, but at the root was that she had fucked three guys at the same time and someone had taken pictures. As a freshman I had watched, unable to do anything for my best friend's sister as she got dragged through the mud over and over "I felt so alone, but there was this part of me that didn't care. I'd- I'd liked that night. It was fun. And that made everything they were saying about me, calling me to my face, so much more real.

"Jerry, I've fucked a lot of guys since then. One night stands at school, mostly, but I haven't been able to keep many friends. All the girls at school think I'm trashy, or get pissed when their boyfriends come on to me or ask them for a threesome. I tried to be decent, but I've broken up a lot of relationships because the guy never told me, and part of me is scared I'll do that to you and Lauren."

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to me. Her far hand reached across and grabbed mine almost painfully tight. "That's not the worst of it though," she continued. "That just makes me a slut."

"I've had... really bad relationships, Jerry. Like really bad. Abusive. Not physical or anything, but a few of the guys I've dated took advantage of how much I liked sex. I've agreed to things, done things. Jerry, I- I don't know how to say no and it scares me. I wanted to be with someone more than I wanted my dignity."

She was trembling a bit in my arms and I held her tightly. I wasn't dumbfounded or aghast or disgusted, I was just shocked. Lindsey, strong, beautiful, near-genius Lindsey had been hurting for so long and Lauren and I had never known, her body chemistry betraying her. How many times had I seen her since she graduated from high school? How many times could I have said something to make her feel better about herself? My heart was breaking as she leaned her head into my chest and her body heaved with a silent sob. I wrapped both my arms around her and pulled her tightly into me, leaning my head down and kissing her hair.

"I love you, Lindsey. I've always loved you like a sister, and I always will no matter what."

She pulled back from me, looked up into my eyes and whispered, "I don't want to hurt you or Lauren."

"I love you even more than that though," I continued. "I love you because you are courageous, and talented, and outspoken and goofy and everything Lauren ever needed in a big sister and everything I could have wanted in a crush. I love you now, especially."

She sniffed and took her napkin from the table, wiping at her eyes. "I don't deserve it though."

I took the napkin from her and dabbed at her wet cheeks myself. "We love you, Lindsey. Lauren and I. We love you."

It took several more minutes for Lindsey to manage to get herself together again. Once she was feeling more sure of herself, I motioned the waiter over. I took charge, ordering for both of us as Lindsey held my hand under the table and sat silently. Once the waiter was gone again I shifted so that we were facing each other slightly.

"Lindsey, I want to ask you something that might make you feel strange, ok?" She quirked an eyebrow but nodded cautiously. "How did it feel, me ordering your food for you?"

Lindsey cocked her head, thinking deeply. Her brow furrowed a little bit like Lauren's did and I had to suppress a smile, this wasn't the time.

"I... liked it, I guess. You were taking charge, it was attractive," She said. Her eyes were bright again, and I realized that a chance to engage with a part of herself like this, somewhat intellectually, was perking her up.

"And last night. I noticed when Lauren and I specifically told you to do something, you did it."

She nodded, licking her lips. I could see the contrast in her, a light lick of the lips at the heat of the memory but a caution at how it was related to her pain-ridden past.

"Lindsey, I think there's an answer to at least part of what you were explaining earlier. Not being able to say no. I think you have submissive tendencies." I paused, but she only nodded a little bit, her brow furrowing again. "You like being told what to do, at least sexually. You like someone else to take charge, you find it hot when you're told to do something naughty, right?"

"I... do," she said slowly.

"I just wanted to let you know what I was seeing," I said carefully, "Something to think about at least. Maybe, whatever else happens, knowing will help out. But Linds, just because you have submissive tendencies doesn't mean you don't deserve dignity. You shouldn't feel demeaned because of it, or get taken advantage of.

"You deserve love and tenderness."

Lindsey leaned back and looked up at the light, her hands clenching slowly into fists. "You're making a lot of sense right now, Jerry. When did you get so smart?"

"I blame Lauren," Lindsey's sister had always been the one to make me study.

"I- I think I'm going to need to make some changes when I get back to school," Lindsey said. "Drastic ones. I live with two guys, we were all friends since our freshman year. They've both been, well, fuckbuddies for the past couple of years, and we all happened to need a new place this year so we hooked up as roommates. It started slow but... thinking back on it I feel dirty and used up, even if I never said no. This past semester, they've just been fucking me whenever and wherever they want.

"And I've been doing it, and I thought I was ok with it. But I'm not. I'm really, really not." Her fists were clenched tightly now, her voice wavering with frustration and hurt.

"We'll fix it," I said, feeling a dark frustration inside of me. Lindsey hadn't just been surrounded by people taking advantage of her, she was dealing with it every day. "We'll figure something out, a new place to live. A new room mate, someone you can trust." I had an inkling of an idea but it was something I would need to incubate a bit. I took Lindsey's fist in both my hands and unfurled her fingers, then bent my neck and kissed her bare shoulder. "For now, I think we're ready to enjoy tonight instead of dwell on things we're going to fix. Agreed?"

She sighed and squeezed the fingers I had intertwined with hers. "Ok."

We ate, we told stories and eventually we laughed. Lauren, it turned out, was a fantastic subject to joke over despite the awkwardness of our mixed relationship. Lindsey liked hearing about the messes we had gotten into, or the messes we got Jay and Benji out of. For her part, Lindsey had been to concerts and gone to parties and had lived college life mostly to the fullest, providing dozens of her own stories I had never heard before.

We kept the topics light, and pretty soon we were lightly brushing each other's arms and hands, flirting instead of comforting or seeking emotional support. She gave me the eyes a couple of times, the 'come fuck me' eyes, and I laughed when she didn't even realize she was doing it. Lindsey became much more sure of herself only a few minutes after we left the darker topics behind, preening when I complimented her and taking the initiative in ordering dessert for us to share. 

By the end of the night the girl I had been comforting was well and gone, replaced by the Lindsey of my dreams and memories. Beautiful, witty and with a hint of dirty humour to throw you off balance. I paid for the bill, refusing to let her split it with me, and we walked out to the car hand in hand. At the car I opened the door for her again, which she thanked me for with a small kiss. Once we were back at her place I opened the door for her again and walked her to the front steps.

Lindsey stopped and looked at me, and I looked at her and despite everything we had done, or talked about, that nervous edge was there again. This was still a first date, and while this wasn't the first kiss, it was the kiss.

"I want to say thank you for tonight," Lindsey said. "But I don't think that's enough. You- You were perfect, Jeremiah. Everything was perfect and what you said... It means a lot."

"Lindsey, for you? Anything, always, no matter what."

She smiled wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my lips to hers. My hands circled her waist and our lips locked. Her tongue probed at my lips for a moment before I let her slip past that barrier, and then we were kissing in earnest.

Her body pressed to mine, our tongues dancing, I could feel myself getting hard and pressing against her abdomen. She moved against me, teasing me as her breasts squeezed back and forth against my chest. I groaned and one of my hands slid from her waist to her ass, palming a cheek and squeezing.

She chuckled into the kiss, but then we both broke away at the same time, looking to the opening door of the house, stepping away from each other instinctively. Lauren slipped out the front door and closed it behind her quietly before turning to us.

"Jeez, you two. Mom and Dad are home, you want to explain that make out session to one of them if they see you?"

I laughed, but Lindsey made a panicked face. I couldn't help it really, my life was so topsy-turvy crazy the idea of trying to explain to the Baxley's about making out with Lindsey, and not Lauren, seemed funny to me.




Font of Fertility Ch. 05



"Ok, we need to go somewhere," Lauren said, pulling on the coat in her hands.

"What do you mean?" Asked Lindsey.

Lauren smirked and wiggled her eyebrows. "Right, because after that kiss I don't know how you want to finish your date."

Lindsey hesitated and looked to me then back at her sister, blushing, "Yeah... you're, uh, coming though?"

"Fuck yes," Lauren said with grin.

************

Their house was out and my house was out. I wasn't about to fuck them both in a car, at least not our first time together. Note to self, another first to do with Lauren. The motel was an option, but if we ran into Annalise it would be a little awkward, and even if we didn't it felt wrong for some reason.

Lauren drove separately, following as I led us to one of the decent hotels in town. Lindsey's eyes lit up when she realized where we were going, making me promise to let her cover half the cost of the room. She pulled my head towards her and kissed me while I was driving, making me swerve erratically for a moment and causing Lauren to honk behind us.

I checked us in, not bothering to use a fake name since it wasn't like we were doing anything illegal or anything. Just three young people looking for a place to screw, that's all we were. The hairy thirty-something working the front desk glowered at me as I walked the girls to the elevator, keycards in hand. Ok, so I was with two stunning, stacked blondes who happened to look like sisters. I couldn't blame him for being a little jealous. Or a lot.

I was leaning against the back of the elevator when Lauren came in close, pressing her body against mine and kissing me heatedly. She reached behind her, grabbing Lindsey's hand and pulling her older sister close. Lauren broke our kiss, leaving me a little breathless, and ushered her sister to mimic her. Lindsey smiled a little hesitantly but moved in, taking Lauren's place and kissing me with a desperate passion, pulling in short breaths through her nose rather than breaking the kiss. Eventually she pulled away and Lauren replaced her, kissing me more briefly, then pulling back just a few inches, her face close as Lindsey kissed me again.

Lindsey pulled back, looking to Lauren for her sister to take a turn, but instead Lauren leaned forward and pressed her lips to Lindsey's.

Now, I was already rock hard in my pants. There was no way I wouldn't be, the way they were kissing me, pressing their bodies into mine. When Lauren made her move on Lindsey, it hurt how hard I got. Physical pain from the restriction of my briefs.

Lindsey's eyes went wide in surprise, her hands raising up unsure whether she should be pushing Lauren away or what. Lauren placed a hand on her sister's waist and in a moment Lindsey responded, wrapping both arms around her younger sister's neck and pulling her close, deepening their kiss. Lauren's other hand reached to me, brushing at my crotch a few times and squeezing my hard dick through my pants before reaching up and grabbing me by my shirt roughly, pulling me forwards. She broke her kiss with Lindsey and planted one on me, then turned my face and pressed it to Lindsey, forcefully sharing me. Not that I was going to complain.

"Ahem," someone said. The kissing stopped and all three of us looked at the elderly couple looking at us. The counter on the elevator wall was at M; we'd completely missed reaching our floor and were back to the lobby. The woman was so disapproving she might have been cross-eyed. The old dude, however, looked like he'd just gotten his first boner in fifteen years.

"Uh, sorry," I said, reaching out and punching our floor number again. "Catch the next one." The doors slid shut as the woman tried to say something snide.

The three of us started giggling and I ended up leaning against the back wall again, both girls in my arms as they laughed into my chest. We reached our floor and Lauren took Lindsey's hand, pulling her out as I followed. They went down the hallway like that and I wondered at how whimsically beautiful they looked, Lauren looking back over her shoulder at Lindsey with this big, warm grin while her sister followed, practically skipping in her flowing red dress.

They went past our door and my laugh stopped them. As I fumbled with the key card Lauren leaned against the hall wall, pulling Lindsey into her but keeping her pelvis pressed out, forcing her sister to drape her body over hers. Their faces got close and they looked into each other's eyes. I was mesmerized as Lauren bit her lower lip, nodding to some unsaid question in Lindsey's eyes. Lindsey kissed her as Lauren's arms raised up above her head, Lindsey's hands tracing her younger sisters sides.

I managed to get the door open after a few blind attempts, my eyes glued to the blondes. They broke their kiss as I pushed it open and they followed me in. I managed to find the light switch quickly as Lauren pushed Lindsey against the wall, taking the dominant position as she buried her face in the crook of her sister's neck, kissing and licking her throat and collarbone. Lindsey moaned delightfully, then her eyes opened to slits and she reached out to me.

I smiled and closed the distance, taking her outstretched hand in both of mine and kissing her palm, then working my way up her wrist and arm, holding it out and kissing my way up until I was brushing Lauren's head with mine as she made out with Lindsey again. Lauren pulled away, looking at me for a cue as to what I wanted to do next. I kissed her quickly then took both of Lindsey's hand, raising them above her and holding them there with one hand. I kissed her deeply, pressing her against the wall, then surprised her by spinning her so that she was facing the wall, looking over her shoulder at me. I kept her arms pinned above her and kissed from her lips, across her jaw line and down the back of her neck until I was pouring kisses onto her shoulder and upper back.

Lauren joined in, kissing Lindsey's other shoulder as she used both hands to unzip Lindsey's dress. I let go of Lindsey's arms and pushed the sides of the dress down, stepping closer behind her as Lauren stepped back, then reached around me and pulled the dress the rest of the dress down, helping Lindsey step out of it. My hands wrapped around Lindsey's soft waist and she turned to face me, looking up into my eyes innocently despite the fact that her lace bra was brushing against my shirt and my hands were exploring the curves of her bare sides and back.

"I want you to know we both love you," I said, "Even if you don't want this. Say something and we'll stop."

She licked her lips and said, "I want this."

I kissed her ravenously. Lindsey's arms were around my neck keeping me pinned to her and my hands were groping at her tits through her bra. Lauren reached from behind me and unbuckled my belt, working at my zipper until my pants slid down around my ankles. I kicked them away roughly, then picked up Lindsey by the waist and she whooped in surprise, suddenly looking down at me as I hoisted her almost to the ceiling and turned us towards the bed. I tossed her lightly and she came down laughing, bouncing on the overly soft hotel mattress. Lauren was at my side and had shed her outer layer, now clad in just a sexy black bra and lace boyshort panties. She crawled up her sister's body from the foot of the bed until she was looking down at her, their breasts brushing and bumping as they giggled at each other giddily. Then they were kissing again, their faces hidden by the Lauren's shorter golden hair and Lindsey's brighter blonde.

I watched for a moment as their hands roamed, their bodies pressing together and their legs shifting. Fuck, I thought. 

Stepping to the side of the bed, I undid Lauren's bra and pulled it off with a helpful shrug from her. I kissed her bare back, squeezing her covered ass, then rolled the two of them over so that Lindsey was on top, following them across the large bed. I did the same thing to Lindsey, unsnapping her white bra and pulling it off of her with a little helpful maneuvering. The sister's kissing changed a bit as their bare breasts came into contact with each other. I could see both sets of tits mashing and rubbing, imagined how their nipples must be bumping and grinding. Boobies.

Can you blame me for enjoying the simple pleasures?

I pulled off my shirt and tossed it, leaving me in just my stretchy black briefs. I kissed Lindsey's back like I had Lauren's, marvelling at how her muscles rippled as they started grinding a bit against each other, Lindsey's shoulder blades rolling as she shifted her weight from one hand to the other. I kissed lower on her back, then gently took the waistband of her lace thong and slowly pulled it over the cusp of her ass, then quickly down her legs and off. I couldn't help myself, I took a quick whiff or her scent, warm and sweet, before I dropped it to the floor with her bra. I kissed the back of her thighs, then moved higher and kissed the little dimple above her ass before covering her cheeks in kisses and little nips.

The two of them were moaning into each other as they made out, sometimes one or the other dipping their head to play with a breast briefly. Finished with her cheeks, as Lauren dipped to take a nipple in her mouth and Lindsey arched her back I took Lindsey's ass in both hands and spread her cheeks, fully revealing her asshole and pussy. In the brief glimpse I had, I saw a very similar sight to Lauren's, very clean lines and beautiful spartan features, she was just more pink since her slightly fairer skin flushed more.

I only had a brief glimpse because I quickly dove in, driving my tongue as far as I could into her already flowered open pussy. I sucked and tongued hard and she shouted something like, "Oh, fuck," as I got a firm taste of her. She was sweet like Lauren, though a little more tangy instead of syrupy. It was like the difference between gummy bears and swedish berries, both sugar sweet but slightly different. I quickly brought one of my hands in and slid two fingers into her steamy depths after sucking on them quickly for lubrication. I immediately began fishing for her g-spot as I dropped my head lower and tongued back and forth across her clit.

"Oh, shit, oh fuck this isn't fair!" Lindsey cried out.

Lauren laughed and shifted on the bed, making me look up. She was sitting up in front of her sister now, leaning her back against the headrest. She pulled down her panties and tossed them to the side then spread her legs. With Lindsey in the way I couldn't see, though why I felt like I wanted to see Lauren's pussy again I didn't know considering the bounty of other sights I had to stare at. Boobs, ass, a pussy with my fingers wiggling and stroking inside.

Lauren took her sister's head in her hands and said, "Eat me."

Lindsey whispered something I couldn't hear and Lauren grinned, then Lindsey was ducking lower and planting her face in Lauren's crotch. Both of Lauren's hand came down onto Lindsey's head, resting there and weaving fingers into hair, as her head craned back and she moaned loudly into the room. I grinned and dropped my head back to my own task, made easier because Lindsey's new position popped her ass up wonderfully for me. I kept working my fingers as I tongued around her vagina, lapping at the folds spread around my fingers as I added a third to the mix. 

She moaned into Lauren's pussy and Lauren gasped, "Oh fuck. Jer, she's eating me so good."

I used the thumb on the hand with my fingers in Lindsey to play with her clit and looked up at Lauren. My girlfriend had her arms spread wide, grabbing on to the the headboard, her chest thrust out enticingly. I wanted to go and play with those tits and push her over the edge of coming, but I was a little engaged at the moment. Instead, the next time she opened her eyes and looked at me we locked eyes and she watched as I bent my head forward and buried my mouth in the crevice of Lindsey's ass, tonguing at her asshole.

Lauren moaned in protest as Lindsey's head came up, gasping. "Holy crap. Lauren he's got his tongue up my ass."

"I know," Lauren growled, her hands releasing the headboard and grabbing her sister's head, "Maybe later he'll stick that big, fat, amazing cock up there too, but right now you're supposed to be eating me out. Get back down there." She pressed Lindsey's mouth back to her pussy and they both moaned in pleasure.

As both girls started to get more worked up I got to see the similarities between them. Lauren was the first one to start showing signs she was closing in on an orgasm, that sexy little growl of hers starting in her throat, but Lindsey wasn't far behind as she began to pant noisily through her nose, her mouth too occupied to breath through for the most past. 

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck," Lauren shuddered through clenched teeth, one hand still pushing Lindsey's head down into her crotch while the other pulled at a nipple. I could feel Lauren start shaking lightly, mimicked by Lindsey to a lesser degree, and I figured we were in a race now to see who could get who off first. I abandoned my ass eating and pulled back, grinning at Lauren who wasn't aware enough of her surroundings to acknowledge the naughty smirk. I spit on Lindsey's already well lubricated asshole then used my free hand and popped the first knuckle of my thumb into her ass.

"Hmmy Shmmmmt!" Lindsey screamed into Lauren, the vibrations setting Lauren off as she pushed down harder on Lindsey, her legs closing around her sisters head as she started coming hard, eyes squeezed shut and feet bouncing in the air.

"Fuuuuck," Lauren growled.

Going for at least near-simultaneous, I withdrew my fingers from Lindsey's sopping pussy and dropped my head, sucking her clit into my mouth and tonguing it repeatedly. Lindsey's ass clamped down on my wiggling, tugging thumb and a wash of juices poured over my face. She didn't squirt in little arcs like Lauren did, instead it all came out in a juicy, delicious flood.

I lapped at Lindsey's pussy a few times, gathering as much of the juices as I could before they slipped away onto the bed. My thumb came out of her ass and I gave that a quick rimming as well. She slowly shifted and collapsed onto her side and I crawled up the bed beside her. She looked at me with half-open eyes, grinning madly, and I kissed her, tasting Lauren's juices on her lips as she slurped up her own from my face. I pulled back then leaned up and kissed Lauren, sharing the whole mess with her which she greedily started licking off my cheeks. We made out for almost a minute before she pushed me onto my back on the bed.

"Linds, I think someone got left out."

Lindsey got onto her hands and knees, "I think you're right."

They both scrambled towards me and I half-laughed, half-panicked as they tore at my briefs until they were down my legs, my dick rocketing into the air, finally free of it's containment.

Lauren quickly had me engulfed, sucking in and immediately deep throating me, causing me to grunt in surprise and pleasure and fall back from my elbows to lie flat on my back. "Holy, fuck," I groaned, and then Lindsey's face was above mine.

"Is she sucking you good?" She asked, and I nodded. "Is that big dick all the way down my little sister's dirty throat? Is she loving your dick as much as she can?"

I groaned, "Uh-huh."

"Good," Lindsey said, leaning down to make out with me. My hands came up and I palmed her hanging breasts, playing with her nipples and squeezing them alternately. She hummed a chuckle into my mouth, and then she was gone.

"C'mere," I heard Lauren say, and I leaned up to see her offering my dick to Lindsey, who quickly started suckling at the head while Lauren dropped down and took one of my balls into her mouth.

"Oh, holy shit, fuck, fuck, that's amazing," I said quickly, my back arching from the pleasure of two mouths. They both hummed that laugh of theirs, the vibrations burning through my genitals and pushing me quickly towards my edge. "Crap, shit, fuck, if you keep doing that I'm gonna blow."

Lauren raised her head from my sack, allowing Lindsey to start taking my cock deeper into her mouth, sucking hard. "Oh, good. I want you to plaster Lindsey so that I can lick your cum off her."

"Huunh," I moaned breathlessly.

Lauren moved up the bed beside me, leaning down and whispering in my ear as she watched with me as Lindsey started taking me into her throat, my cock causing a bulge. "I want you to cum all over her pretty face. Make her all yours, and then I want you to come on her tits so that I can lick your delicious cum off my sister's nipples. And then I want you to fuck her."

"Huh, huh, Oh shit, it's coming," I said.

Lindsey pulled almost completely off my dick, focusing her sucking on the head, and Lauren reached down and grabbed me at my base, jerking me. With a massive grunt I came, Lindsey pulling back a fraction of an inch from my dick and locking eyes with me as Lauren jerked out one, two sprays onto her sister's face. Then Lindsey shifted higher, presenting her tits so that Lauren could jerk another four shots onto them.

I was heaving for breath and felt another series of ripples of orgasm run through me, though I was tapped at the moment. Lauren immediately pulled Lindsey closer to her and kissed her over my chest as my cum slowly dripped down her body. The kissing became licking on both their parts, trying to collect everything off of their faces, and then Lauren started in on Lindsey's tits as I watched from below.

"Fuck," I said.

"Fuuuuck," Lindsey groaned to the ceiling.

"Fuck," Lauren exclaimed, finished with sucking on Lindsey's nipple and noticing several spatters of cum had fallen off her sisters and landed on my abdomen. She took ahold of Lindsey and directed her downwards. "Lick him clean," she ordered.

Lindsey immediately started licking at my abs, quickly cleaning off the cum but remaining, kissing and licking at my muscles there. Lauren got behind her sister, who was on all fours, and her head disappeared. Lindsey's head jerked up and she gasped.

"Tell me what she's doing," I said.

"She's licking me," Lindsey said. "She's eating me out and tonguing at my snatch."

"Do you like it?"

"Yesss," Lindsey hissed, closing her eyes.

"Have you ever thought about doing this with her before?"

Lindsey nodded.

"How long?"

"Since I left home," she groaned, lips trembling. "I missed her so much I dreamed about her."

Lauren popped up from behind Lindsey's ass. "Really?"

"Mhmm," Lindsey nodded.

"I dreamed about you too," Lauren said, kissing a butt cheek.

Lindsey smiled, and Lauren pushed on her ass, pushing her up my body. Soon she was straddling my waist, looking down at me as I played with her tits. They weren't a whole lot larger than Lauren's, put her paler flesh and the slight size difference made them like a whole different experience even if they were similar in shape. I felt a hand at my dick from somewhere between Lindsey's legs, pointing me down, and then a mouth was sucking on me.

Lauren quickly released me though, sure I was slick and hard, and positioned me at Lindsey's opening.

"Holy - you're still hard?" Lindsey asked, pushing my face from her tits.

"With you two? I don't think I could get soft if I wanted to, ever."

Lauren was kneeling behind her sister now and pushed down on her shoulders. "Fuck him."

Sliding into Lindsey felt amazing. It wasn't the same experience as with Lauren, but it was close. She wasn't quite as tight, though still snug. It didn't feel quite as much like home as it did plain furious-fantastic. She bottomed out and I felt my dick press against something further inside her. Lindsey moaned and threw back her head.

"Oh, fuck I love that feeling," she said.

Lauren wrapped her arms around her sister from behind, kissing the crook of her neck before asking, "That point right when he's buried in you all the way?" Lindsey nodded and Lauren grinned, "That's one of my favourite parts too."




Font of Fertility Ch. 05



I had to focus myself on the moment, the fireworks I had been controlling for the past few days had just lit up inside my head again. It wasn't as disconcerting and all encompassing as the first time I had fucked Lauren, but I had to concentrate hard to shunt the power spike to the back of my mind.

Lindsey slowly started rotating her hips, her upper body staying still and her abdomen flexing this way and that. I grabbed her thighs and just held on as she worked me over, kissing with Lauren lightly over her shoulder as her sister fondled her tits.

"Oh, fuck. This is... wow." I said, and Lindsey giggled.

"The one good thing about being naughty is I got lots of practice at this. If you two appreciate it, it'll all be worth it."

I sat up awkwardly, wrapping my arms around Lindsey and Lauren both, my face a hairsbreadth lower than Lindsey's as she kept up her grinding rotations. I kissed her. "You are god damn amazing," I said.

I turned to Lauren and she craned her neck over Lindsey's shoulder to kiss me. "You're pretty fucking amazing too, by the way," I grinned at her.

"Well, I think tonight is about this sexy fucker," Lauren quipped, biting lightly on Lindsey's shoulder.

I released my hold on the two of them, "I think you're right." I grabbed Lindsey's rotating hips and rolled us so that I was on top and pressing into her firmly. "My turn."

She groaned and I speared myself into her. I repeated the motion, pulling out completely and then slamming back into her, causing her tits to bounce. Lauren moved above Lindsey's head on her hands and knees, leaning down and kissing her sister upside down, her hands creeping down to grab at Lindsey's tits.

I started to build up a rhythm, watching my dick slide in and out of her as I took hold of her legs and pushed them wide. Unlike Lauren, Lindsey was bald down below and I wondered if she grew out some hair if it would be as thick as Lauren's, whose small patch of pubic hair was as like the hair on her head.

I leaned forward and grabbed Lindsey's boobs over Lauren's hand, fucking into Lindsey harder and from a more downward angle than before.

"Oooooh," she moaned, her hands clutching at the bedspread beneath us. Lauren stopped kissing her, instead leaning lower and whispering into Lindsey's ear.

"Mhmm," Lindsey groaned in answer to a question I didn't hear. "It's so fucking good. He's so fucking good, his dick is perfect. Oh, fuck, oh fuck I don't know. Fuck, I love him. Fuck you for getting him first, fuck I love you both."

Her legs were trembling in my hands and I redoubled my efforts despite my awkward thrusting position, glancing my dick off the front of her pussy and hopefully hitting her g-spot before bumping against her limits. I let go of her tits, allowing Lauren to reign supreme there, and curled my hands under Lindsey's ass and lifted her slightly, pounding into her over and over.

"Holy, fuck- shit- Oh I'm going to come, oh fuck- shit- cunt- motherfucker. UUUNGH!"

Her pussy clenched and released in waves and I pulled out, my dick followed by several gushes of her girl cum, the sickly sweet smell filling the air of the already humid room. Her limbs went limp and then shuddered, dropping back to rest for a short moment before shuddering again as the aftershocks of her orgasm coursed through her.

I leaned down over Lindsey and kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear, "We love you too." Then I got up and walked around the bed, getting up behind Lauren and without any prompting entered her from behind.

"Huunh," She moaned contentedly, looking over her shoulder at me with a grin. I thrust into her, short and powerful, and she flung her head back with a moan. I grabbed and kneaded her ass smaller, muscular ass, shifting in and out barely a fraction, teasing her until she looked back at me again. "Are you gonna fuck me or not?" She asked, frustrated.

I slid my dick all the way in and she closed her eyes and inhaled at the feeling. I started slow-stroking her, teasing her more as she groaned and jiggled her ass up and down, trying to get me to go faster.

"Fuck me," she demanded.

"What if I don't?" I asked playfully.

"I'll fucking cut your dick off and use it as a dildo," She growled.

"Noo," Lindsey moaned dreamily, "I like him with his dick."

"Fine, then make him fuck me."

"Jerrrryy," Lindsey whined, "Fuck Lauren." The she giggled, breaking the play scene.

"You really want me to fuck you?" I asked.

"Yes." Lauren answered.

"Are you really-"

"Just fuck me already!" She shouted.

I slammed into her so hard she lost her balance and fell face first into Lindsey's boobs. I didn't let up, pounding as hard and fast as I could into her, pulling her back onto my dick by her waist.

"Huhhuhuhuh," she grunted with every thrust. I slapped her ass and she spread her legs, opening herself up to me more and bracing against my thrusts. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up this pace for long, but I just needed to last longer than she did, so I let a little of those fireworks slip through my mental barrier and caught hold of them, using that tiny trickle to harden my stamina.

I slapped Lauren's other ass cheek and she stopped grunting. The growl started and I knew I was in the home stretch.

As the shaking started I heard a slurping underneath her, Lindsey was sloppily licking at Lauren's tits as they slapped back and forth from our hard fucking. The leg tremble started, and soon her arms began to buckle as well.

I grinned, the magical stamina staving off my own orgasm, and I took hold of Lauren's shoulder and pulled her firmly back into me, bottoming out hard while I used my other hand to poke my pinky finger into her clenched ass.

"Awwgh-nnnnnnnnnnnng," She shouted and then keened, her body clenching over and over as she came. I stayed in her, her squirting orgasm forced to push around my dick and drip below us. I pulled out of her, then slammed back in causing another series of clenches and roiling orgasm. "Hukay," She panted. "Hukay."

I pulled out again and moved back. I wasn't done, there was at least one more thing I wanted to do.

I moved back around the bed, getting between Lindsey's legs again.

"How are you still going?" she asked.

I ignored the question. "Grab your ankles," I ordered. She did, limberly bringing her long legs way back until she was completely open to me. Her entire crotch was still soaked from her previous orgasm, a little puddle had formed on the bedspread beneath her and in the crack of her ass.

I slapped my dick on top of her pussy and she shuddered. Then I pulled back and pressed my head to her asshole. She gasped and bit her lip but didn't refuse me. In fact, her chest flushed lightly and I saw her eyes dilate minutely as she took in a breath, then relaxed her body.

There was still plenty of pressure, but I slipped in quickly, her asshole stretched around my shaft about an inch from my head.

"Huuuhhh," she trembled out, then again.

I moved back and forth a bit, letting her get used to me, and she made the shuddering noise again. Lauren had rolled off to the side and was watching us. "Is he in your ass?" she asked.

"Yeah," Lindsey answered.

"Is it what you imagined, that first time you walked in on us?"

Lindsey shook her head silently, then quivered out, "He isn't all the way in yet."

I pushed in another inch and she gulped, squeezing me for a moment before adjusting again.

"Put it all in," she whispered.

I looked to Lauren, then down at my dick. I still had like five inches left, that was still the majority left out.

"All at once?"

"Yesss," she hissed.

Lauren craned her neck and kissed her sister and I grabbed Lindey's thighs and crammed the rest of my dick into her ass.

"Ho, ho-ho, whoooo," She moaned, ass tightening on me. "Fu-ha-ha-hooo. Wow."

Lauren laughed under her breath. "Is it what you imagined now?"

"Uh huh."

"Do you want him to fuck you now?"

"In a second. So big."

"What if I made him pull out and stick it in my ass?"

"Nooo," Lindsey groaned.

"Do you want him to fuck you now?"

"Mmm, now, yes."

I pulled about a third of my dick out then pushed back in slowly. The amount of juices I'd had on my dick had made the entrance pretty easy, but it wasn't lube so I was a little worried about hurting her.

"Harder," she said, and I remembered Lauren demanding the same thing the first time we had tried anal.

"Harder," she demanded again.

I picked up the pace, following her directions until I was fucking her almost as hard as I had been fucking her pussy before. She was rocking into me as well, keeping her legs held back but rolling her body to meet me. Her pussy was flowered open and weeping juices, she was so horny from getting buttfucked.

Lauren knelt up beside Lindsey on the bed and pinched one of her nipples, "You like it hard, sis?"

Lindsey nodded, "Uh-huh."

Lauren lightly slapped at Lindsey's exposed pussy, causing her sister to jump under me and impale herself extra hard a few times on my in-thrusts. "Me too," Lauren grinned. Using one hand she gathered up Lindsey's bright hair, wreathing her fingers in it and then pulling, causing Lindsey to moan. With her other hand Lauren diddled firmly at her sister's clit.

Lindsey arched her back, lifting her ass up of the bed slightly from the teasing of Lauren added to my unstoppable rhythm. Lauren stopped when Lindsey went slack and a trail of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth. "So good," she groaned breathily. I hadn't felt her come, but it was like she had orgasmed so hard earlier she had nothing left to put into this one. "Fuck me till your done," she said breathily.

Lauren straddled her sister's waist and kissed her firmly, then looked back over at me. "Use her ass," she told me. "Get yourself to the brink and then pull out and I want you to come in me so hard I can taste it in my mouth."

I took the order, fucking Lindsey just a little bit firmer as I released my strangle hold on my stamina. Three thrusts and I lost control. Everything from my teeth to my balls to my toes clenched and the first shot went into Lindsey's ass by accident. I yanked out to the sound of her moaning, jamming my cock into Lauren's waiting silky opening and releasing torrent after torrent into her. For her part, Lauren slammed back into me the moment she felt me in position, tensing her muscles and milking my cock as best she could.

My eyes rolled and I held onto her hips for dear life as I lost control of most of my higher functions.

When I was finished I collapsed forwards and Lauren rolled me off of her as I gasped for air. She turned and caught my dick in her mouth, massaging me lightly without sucking, tenderly working my highly sensitized dick. After a minute she released me, and I was proved a liar. I was no longer hard, my dick wilting to half mast. Well, half is something, I dreamily thought.

"Hey," I heard Lauren say as she lay next to me, prodding at her sister. "Come eat his cum out of me, then you can go to sleep."

The last thing I saw as I drifted off was Lindsey grinning lazily as she rolled between Lauren's legs, her tongue darting out to catch the first ooze of juices.

*** 3 - Judgement Day ***

I woke up to light streaming through a crack in the hotel drapes. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to make the horrid beam go away but it wouldn't leave me alone. Shifting up a little, I glared at the offending sunlight for a moment. Fuck you too, daylight.

Then I looked down at the bed and felt like a rockstar. Lauren was sprawled out next to me, one arm hooked around mine and a contented look plastered on her sleeping face. Her bare chest was rising and falling with her breathing and her long, muscular legs were ajar, giving me an inviting look down past her pubic bone. Lindsey, on the other hand, was face down across my legs, one leg straight and the other crooked, her globular white ass teasing me openly. Her face was also serene with contentment, her lips pulled into a tiny smile.

The red lights of the clock warned me that I should be getting up. But I don't wanna, I moaned in my head. This was too perfect.

Today was judgement day though, and I had made Annalise wait too long already.

I slowly extricated myself from the girls, first my arm from Lauren and then my legs from under Lindsey, who frowned and groaned. It was during this process I realized how absolutely disgusting all three of us were; we hadn't even pulled down the bedspread that had been abused by our bodily fluids. I was sticky all over, and I probably smelled even worse.

I ducked my head down and kissed Lindsey lightly on the cheek. "Shh," I whispered softly, "Sleep." Her smile returned and she wriggled a little bit, adjusting to stay comfortable.

I got to the washroom and started the shower and quickly drained my lizard, but even as I was stepping in the bathroom door opened and Lauren entered, closing it quietly behind me. I stopped half-way into the stream of water and stretched out, pulling her into a one armed embrace and kissing her pleasantly. Then I recoiled as she sighed when our lips broke apart.

"Oh, god. Brush your teeth, woman."

She laughed. "Morning-after cum breath not to your liking?"

"Not at all," I grimaced.

She continued chuckling, nonchalantly sitting on the toilet and yawning as she started to pee.

"Uh, wow," I said.

She gave me a look that said, 'What? This is a problem?' Considering how fast everything else in our relationship had been going I guess I shouldn't have been surprised she was so comfortable with me as to use the washroom in my presence. She finished and wiped, a process I had never witnessed before, then opened up one of the little free packets of mouthwash from the hotel. She rinsed and gargled thoroughly, making faces at me as she leaned naked against the counter, watching me soap up my body and try to scrub away the sticky juices. She stepped closer and spit her mouthful into the tub at my feet, then got into the shower with me and pressed her body to mine, bringing her mouth up and kissing me thoroughly. The spark of the mint and alcohol from the mouthwash tingled delightfully.

"Much better," I said as she pulled back.

We washed each other for the first time, caressing and loving each other's bodies, exploring in a way we hadn't before. Lauren's nipples were hard beads by the time I was finished soaping and rinsing her breasts, and I had been hard since I woke up, but we didn't go too far. Just lots of kissing and petting until, with a sigh, Lauren turned off the water and reached for the towels. We dried ourselves quickly, whispering quietly about what we should do and how.

Dressed again, we looked down at Lindsey sprawled across the bed and held hands. Lauren looked to me and I looked back, and she squeezed my hand.

'Thank you,' she mouthed.

'I love you,' I mouthed back.

She smiled warmly and hugged me, then pulled me by the hand and led me from the room. We had left a note for Lindsey standing up in front of the TV explaining that I needed to get home and try and avoid death by grounding for staying out all night and that we hadn't wanted to wake her. Lauren left her keys beside the note.

I didn't go home though; and after our time together I felt guilty about lying to Lindsey. My parents and the Baxley's would assume Lauren and I had ended up crashing at Jay or Benji's house, a common enough occurrence over our school breaks that our collective parents didn't worry until the second or third day we were gone. My parents would probably be a little more skeptical considering they knew about Lauren and I, but they trusted me. Usually.

Instead I drove us to the Sunlight Motel and Annalise. 

"Do you know what you're going to do?" Lauren asked as we sat in a parking spot, looking at Annalise's room door.

"No, but I think that's a good thing."

"Probably." Lauren took my hand and squeezed it reassuringly before moving to get out of the car.

We knocked even though we had one of the keys to the room. Annalise answered it and I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows in surprise. She was wearing one of the outfits Lauren had convinced her to buy yesterday. It was formal, a red long-sleeved blouse that strained around her her breasts, which were showing deep cleavage with the top few buttons undone. Nothing trashy, but still tantalizing. She also had on a black skirt, her pale white calves and bare feet in stark contrast.

"Morning," she said.

"Annalise," I greeted her, stepping forward and kissing her on the cheek before moving into the room. She had blushed slightly under my gaze but had remained firm and I didn't want to push it for an event like this.

Lauren had less compunctions, pulling the heavy chested bombshell into a bear hug and exclaiming, "You look fantastic!"

Annalise mumbled some sort of response and Lauren laughed, pulling back.

I sat on one of the rickety beds and looked at the girls. "I feel like we should do this somewhere more official or important or something, but to be honest other than trudging out into the woods and finding a clearing I can't think of anything else." Lauren smiled but Annalise just held her characteristic frown, nodding slightly. This was her judgement and I appreciated that we both needed to take this seriously.

"Before we start, Annalise, I'll explain to you that while I will make the final judgement, I will have two advisors who will voice their opinions. One of them will be Lauren, as my Prime, and the other will be my third seat. I'll give you a chance to state your case, and then unless your father happens to finally contact me I'll move to deliberations. Do you understand?"

"I do," she said firmly.

"Alright. I'll need a moment to summon my third seat," I said, and stood and moved to the bathroom, Lauren following me.

She moved quickly, knocking my hands aside and undoing my pants herself as she knelt on the floor. She quickly had my dick out and began stroking it before taking it into her mouth for a couple of sucks.

For once, Adama appeared without some sort of lewd comment. "Hmm," she said simply, floating in the air between us and looking down at Lauren. "Her technique is getting better."

Lauren looked up at the very and flashed her the finger, then popped her mouth off me quickly hardening cock.

"Adama, tap my resources to stay. I'm not about to jerk off during this."

The fairy quirked an eyebrow, "Really? It can throw off both parties fairly well, flashing your dick around. Makes them uncomfortable."

"I'm not looking to do that," I said, and Adama shrugged a response. I pulled Lauren up from the floor and kissed her. "You don't have to do that, you know."

She shrugged and smiled, "Like I said our first time, Jer. I like sucking your dick. I like knowing I can get you hard like that, so an excuse like this is fine with me. You need to trust I'm doing what I want."

I hesitated but nodded, "Ok. I just don't want you to feel like you have to."

She snorted and punched me in the arm, "Like I'd fall into that trap. You, make me do something. Sure, Jeremiah. We both know you love me too much for that."

I smiled abashedly and fumbled my dick back into my pants.

"Alright," I said, turning to Adama, "I guess I just need to know what kind of rules I need to know."

"I told you, honey. This is your court, there ain't no rules but your word."

"I don't need to worry about what other Seats have done in the past?"

Adama gave me a grave look, "Some of the worst atrocities in the world have been caused by Seats worrying about other Seats, Jeremiah Grant. The whole system works best when you are sure of yourself."

I swallowed, surprised and a little shaken by the force behind her words. "Alright. I guess we're ready then."




Font of Fertility Ch. 05



I led them out, followed by Lauren, Adama floating after us. Annalise's eyes tracked the fairy with surprise and wonder; I realized that she'd never mentioned having a Prime like I had Lauren, which probably meant she also didn't have a mentor. With an insane father like hers, I could only imagine what learning to use or even control her powers had been like. What of others though, teens and adults around the world who didn't even have that? How many mages had died or gone insane wondering what was happening to them?

I shook off the thoughts and cleared my throat. "I call this Judgement to order," I said, figuring it sounded the most formal. I was relying a lot on Judge Judy and the People's Court at this point. "Annalise Stoker, you have approached me as a ruling Seat for judgement on a personal issue. Please name the accused for the record."

I immediately realized there wasn't going to be a record since we were the only people in the room.

"I name my father, George Stoker."

I nodded and turned to Adama, who had a solemn look on her face and was sitting in the air at about head level. "Adama, please verify that George Stoker was notified over 48 hours ago, and that he has not responded."

"He was," She said, but as I went to continue she interrupted, "He did send a response, however. As well as a witness, if you will allow it."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, "I'll allow the witness, where are they? And why didn't you pass on his response?"

"He responded directly, I believe it was in the form of a dead flower in your path." It had been on my doorstep, a dark shape in the night that I had tossed into the garden. Of course a crazy botany-mage would use some stupid symbol like that. "And I have his witness here," Adama continued, moving to the bed opposite where Annalise was sitting and with a wave-snap of one of her little hands, a small potted cactus about a foot high popped into existence.

"He sent a plant," Lauren deadpanned.

Annalise drew in a breath a frowned, clenching her fists for a moment before releasing and taking deep breaths. "He'll watch through the plant," she explained. "It was probably raised in one of his greenhouses, he'll have a connection to it."

"Alright, well, George Stoker's presence is noted," I said, trying to lead the room again. I was standing in front of the shitty television in the center of the room, Lauren and Adama on either side of me facing Annalise sitting on one of the beds and now the potted plant on the other. It was as close to a courtroom as I was going to get.

"As the accuser, Annalise, if you could please outline your charge and any information you think is relevant that I need to know."

Annalise took a deep breath and glanced over at the cactus spitefully before turning back to face front.

"I'm charging my father with familial abuse and the suppression of a free mage. His acts include threats of violence against non-magic users, blackmailing me with said threats, and demanding my eternal servitude on threat of violence towards my sister, his youngest daughter."

I nodded and she continued, "This all started on my sixteenth birthday, when I went through my awakening process and came into my powers. I will admit that due to my nature, my awakening was destructive, but that does not give George Stoker the right to threaten and enslave. From my first day with the fire, he forced me to suppress my abilities instead of learning to use them on threat that he would ruin or injure my older, magicless brothers. As my brothers left his sphere of influence and he lost his control over me, he began making more demands of me until I left him and the remainder of my family, my mother and my younger sister, assuming they would be safe if I were gone.

"My sister is now entering the age where she might experience her own awakening, and my father has threatened that if I do not pledge my eternal servitude to him, he will kill her before she has the chance to awaken, leaving her bones for the desert. This is why I travelled to request judgement, Jeremiah. My father is insane and needs to be controlled."

I took a deep breath and nodded, I had heard most of this before from her. I hadn't told everything to Lauren, however, and I could feel her anger at the story beside me. I touched Lauren's arm and she looked at me, eyes hard but softening as she realized she was getting emotional when we had agreed to be impartial.

"Do you have a specific request or way to end this judgement?" I asked.

Annalise paused, then nodded. "My father is necessary to support the rest of my family, even if he was willing to threaten their deaths in his hate for me. I ask he be barred from enslaving or injuring his family in any way."

I nodded my acknowledgement of her request. She was being reasonable; if I had been some sort of golden hearted tyrant, or had taken her payment before hand and been pleased, I might have just ordered George Stoker's death. That would have left a wife and children without knowledge of his cruelty reeling and alone in the world. If Stoker was still providing for them, he had a reason to live.

"At this point I would give the accused the chance to speak in their defence, but since he has deigned to send a cactus as his witness-

There was a ripping sound, like a cardboard box being torn into pieces, and the Cactus quivered on the bed. "I will speak," a voice said, and the cactus bobbed, opening and closing a wide, torn hole in it's side like a puppet.

I blinked several times even though I shouldn't have been surprised. We were dealing with a magical family quarrel involving a fire mage and a botany mage, of course weird shit was going to happen.

"Alright, this is George Stoker addressing the Seat through this plant?"

"Yes," it said, the voice coming from the plant gravelly and rough.

"Alright, George, what do you have to say in your defence?"

The Cactus rattled slightly, the opened it's mouth again, "I need no defense. You have no right to judge me, you little mageling; barely awake and already feeble. You have no right to restrict my actions as a mage, or as a parent. I will do whatever I want in my territory, including use my spawn how I will."

"Stoker," Adama shouted, enraged at his words, "How dare you defy a Seat of the Council. You should know full well what will be done if you refuse to respect his authority."

The voice from the cactus wheezed and I realized it wa laughing, the needles rattling ominously.

"Alright, I've heard enough," I cut in, stepping forward slightly. "I have the information I need. Before I make a ruling I will accept your offers of recompense for this judgement."

Annalise raised her chin and looked at me, having avoided even glancing at the cactus since it started talking. "I offer my body to you," she said. "For whatever pleasures you might take from it. I trust you to be just in your taking, and in your decision."

I turned to the cactus and it made a snorting noise. "You want payment for me to defend my parenting? And you, you fire-devil, whining before this boy like a whore instead of owning up to your duties as a daughter. I offer you my daughter's body to ravage as you will, Seat, until she is used up and broken."

I clenched my jaw and saw red, closing the distance to the plant and picking it up by the pot. "Then I close this judgement, and once payment is made I will proclaim my ruling."

I walked the three steps to the door and pulled it open, throwing the cactus into the mostly-empty parking lot where the pot smashed and the plant snapped in two. I slammed the door and turned back to Lauren, Adama and Annalise.

"Fucking. Asshole."




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Font of Fertility Ch. 06



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All characters are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I would suggest reading the previous chapters if you have not already. This chapter includes group (mff), elements of anal, reference to incest, and some exhibitionism.

Jeremiah deals with payments, panics and getting pimped out just a little bit.

Ante_matter deserves an award for raising these stories to the next level with his editing.

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***1 - Payment Due***

After two days of beating around the bush, you would think the three of us wouldn't feel quite so awkward about what was about to happen. Lauren was standing across the small motel room, arms folded across her ample chest, uncomfortable despite the fact that she had seemed excited up until this point. Our third wheel seemed just as tentative; Annalise had sat down on the edge of the bed and swept a long lock of her rich brown hair from her face and looked from me to my girlfriend.

I took a deep breath and looked to the fourth person in the room, "Adama, I think I'll need to consult with you briefly in the- ah, washroom."

As I went to follow the obese pixie Lauren turned as well but I paused, "Could you stay out here with her?" I nodded towards Annalise. Lauren's eyebrows knitted in concern but she nodded, moving over to sit beside the brunette as I went to the washroom and closed the door.

"So honey, have you already decided what to do?" Adama asked once we were in private.

"That's just the thing," I replied, "I know the who, but not the what and the how. What did the last Seat do for judgements?"

Adama, for the first time, actually looked thoughtful rather than distracted or lustful. "Well, that depends on what you want to do, Jeremiah. If you want to punish George Stoker it would be best if you were to do that in person. It takes much more power, I think the word you would use is exponentially more, that farther away you are attempting to cast a spell."

Punishing the old coot for believing he could control his family like pawns or worthless puppets was tempting, but not the precedent I wanted to set. If he had never been corrected before, could he really be blamed in full?

"What if I just want to stop him from doing something in the future? Make a law about him or something."

Adama smiled, "A Proclamation?"

"Sure."

"It's not necessarily a law, but I think it should fit your needs sugar. I made a proclamation that first day you gained your powers, do you remember?" I couldn't recall the exact words, but it had had to do with Adama telling the magical world that I was the new Seat of Fertility. I nodded and she continued, "A Proclamation becomes part of the common knowledge for all magic users. When I announced you, the other seats heard me directly through their own mentors, but everyone else just knew; it was in their thoughts that you were now the seat."

"How do I make a Proclamation?"

"The same as casting your spells," Adama said, waving her hand vaguely. "Focus on the words, touch your power source and then say them out loud. You'll know if it worked or not."

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "This isn't exactly what I'd been thinking about when you first told me I had magic powers."

"No, honey, what you were thinking was, 'What the fuck?' You didn't have any expectations, you weren't looking for the power."

"True," I said, a small smile leaking from my lips. "Are we done, then?"

She nodded, "Except for taking your payment. We need to talk soon though, Jeremiah. Your first council meeting is approaching quickly and you need more than raw power for that. You and I and your little cumbucket out there will need to sit down somewhere quiet; Lauren has her own part to play as well."

"All right," I agreed, "Soon. Once I get my life sorted, we'll start training."

She snorted, "Learning, Jeremiah. You don't need training, the magic is a part of you. An instinct you are already reacting to."

"Learning, then."

Adama nodded, then made her little hip-wiggle-hand-clap motion and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Lauren walked over to me and took one of my hands in hers when I left the bathroom, which meant the world to me. I wasn't sure I would be able to handle all of the craziness of my powers if she wasn't apart of it all, girlfriend or not.

Annalise sighed, looking back into the bathroom behind me. "You are so lucky."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Your mentor," she frowned. "The fact that you even have one. You have someone... something? You have a resource to teach you about your powers. All I had was my father."

I grimaced empathetically, I could only imagine what Annalise had gone through once she had gotten her pyromantic powers. Hell, I thought ruefully. I had just heard the brunette's case against her father; that he had been attempting to blackmail her into slavery using her younger sister's life. I still had to pass judgement on it, but first came the payment process, and even though I knew what my decision was already apparently the other all-powerful Seats allowed people to try and bribe their way into favour. So it had to wait just a little while longer.

"I should use her more," I said, then turned to Lauren. "I really should. She has things she needs to teach us both before the first Council meeting."

Lauren smiled and let go of my hand after a brief squeeze, moving over to sit beside Annalise. "So. It's time."

Annalise shrugged and looked to her lap, "Yeah." It was a dramatic change from the first time she had tried to pay me two days ago. She'd approached me in my driveway at night, unzipping her hoodie and showing me her fantastically large breasts with their thick, pierced nipples. Later that night she'd done the same thing in this very motel room, except she'd also had her hand down her underwear to try and entice me as lewdly as she could.

Just thinking of that got my blood flowing. "Annalise, are you ready or do you need a minute?"

She looked back to me and she had a spark in her eyes, her face changing to a look of determination. "I'm ready."

"Get naked," Lauren said, one hand rubbing the other girl's thigh.

Standing, Annalise quickly started unbuttoning her deep red blouse. She had already been showing a deep amount of cleavage and as she shucked the rest of the shirt she revealed a maroon bra, not very fancy but on her voluptuous body with her pale skin it was enticing.

Lauren helped her unzip her black skirt from behind and Annalise let it drop to the floor. She quickly reached behind and undid the bra, slipping it from her chest and dropping it. My mouth went dry and then I quickly felt like I wanted to drool, staring at her tits as they were released. I knew Lauren was a C-cup, with her full breasts high on her chest, and that gave me a bit of reference.

Lindsey, her sister, was probably a D, since Lindsey's were a little larger than Lauren's. Annalise though, even though she was a bit shorter than the sisters, had to be in the F range. These knockers were big and fully rounded, drooping healthily from their weight and I had to wonder how Annalise didn't have back problems.

Each of her nipples was almost as big as a gumdrop, a dusty pink and pieced with a silvery bar. As the bra dropped to the ground and Annalise looked to me for approval I wiped my mouth to make sure I only felt like drooling.

From her seat beside Annalise, Lauren ran her hands down the brunette's bare sides and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the simple, matching panties and also looked at me. She was smiling a little wickedly and raised one eyebrow as if to ask, 'Ready for the rest?'

She got her answer from my return glance and smiled more broadly, slowly tugging the panties down Annalise's hips and thighs, the fabric dipping lower until it revealed a little landing strip of brown pubes. It wasn't as thick as Lauren's, but still clearly defined, ending above her otherwise bald slit. 

Lauren kept pulling slowly, the crotch of the panties clinging to Annalise's lips until one last tug separated them and they slid down to the floor. Annalise stood silently, hands opening and closing slowly with nervous energy.

I looked into her big, grey-blue eyes and pulled my shirt off over my head before walking up to her, taking her hips in my hands and kissing her. I could feel the hesitation in her for a moment, then she was kissing me back as her hands came up to the back of my head, weaving into my hair. Her tongue danced with mine and I felt that heat again. The only other time we had kissed it had been a show for bitchy Emily at the mall; I'd gotten a hint of that heat but now I really felt it.

Her every movement sent a tingling of warmth through my lips and tongue, trailing into my body. I moaned, though it came out part grunt as I tried to turn it a little more manly. Her lips curled slightly, smiling into the kiss. I ended up taking her bottom lip lightly between my teeth and pulled back, tugging on it briefly before letting it slip free and ending the kiss. Her breath came hot from her lips and her eyes, wide open now rather than their usually lazy droop, had changed color. The blue was gone, replaced with whorls of orange.

I dipped my head low, my hands sliding up her sides and cupping her massive breast from below, lifting them up so that I could bury my face in her cleavage before turning to one side and running my tongue greedily over tit and nipple, the metal piercing cool and hard amidst the expanse of soft flesh.

She groaned deep in her throat, but the sound cut off in surprise. My eyes rose to her face as my lips locked around her nipple, sucking it firmly. Annalise's head was turned to the side, Lauren's hand holding her jaw as my girlfriend kissed Annalise forcefully. The fire mage's eyes were wide in surprise and she wasn't really responding to Lauren's kiss.

I switched nipples for a moment, giving the other one a quick suck and releasing it with a pop before I stood back up. Lauren ended the kiss and Annalise's jaw worked as she stammered something along the lines of, "Never kissed another girl before."

Lauren smiled and gave Annalise a playful peck on the lips, "Well now you have. And I hope that's not all we do."

I realized Annalise probably hadn't been expecting this as part of her payment. She'd known Lauren and I were together, but not that I would include her something like this. I felt a little bad for a brief moment. Ok, maybe bad isn't the right word. Naughty. I felt a little naughty that this hadn't been clear before now. That didn't mean I was going to leave Lauren high and dry, she'd been more than clear that she was just as enamoured with Annalise and her tits as I was.

I turned Annalise back to me and kissed her, closed mouth so we didn't get locked in again. "This is happening," I said after the kiss, moving my lips to her ear so that they were brushing her lightly. "Enjoy yourself."

I pulled back and Annalise looked to me again, her fingers brushing my abs. Her other hand drifted to Lauren and bunched in the front of her shirt. She turned her head back to my girlfriend and tentatively leaned forward and kissed Lauren again, both of them letting it develop into something more intense.

Lauren broke the kiss and quickly pulled off her shirt and bra, letting her firm, if smaller than Annalise's, tits bounce freely. She smirked, seeing me watching her even with the new toys in front of me and in my hands. "Pants," She demanded.

I let go of Annalise and quickly pulled off my pants and boxers, my mostly hard cock bouncing up heavily to a lazy attention. Lauren tugged me by it, pulling me past her and maneuvering me around until I was sitting on the bed between the two girls.

"Holy shit," Annalise said, her eyes trained to my crotch.

Lauren laughed, "What?"

"I've never... wow. I didn't think it would be so..."

"Wait, are you a virgin?"

Annalise blushed and looked up to Lauren. "Well, not technically. I mean, I've masturbated with... a lot of different things."

"But you've never had sex?" Lauren asked and Annalise shook her head. "Holy shit balls. And you didn't lead with that as your offer to pay Jerry?"

Annalise shrugged, embarrassed. "I wasn't sure he'd like that; maybe he wanted... experience or something."

I coughed to cover my laugh and Lauren's face slipped into chagrin. "Wow, I didn't realize..."

"There's something you should know," she said quietly.

I interrupted her, seeing her hesitation. "Is it the heat?"

She looked up at me, eyes wide in surprise, "You already know?"

I shook my head, "Not fully, but I felt something when you kissed me at the mall, and just now. You're hot inside, but I don't know what that means."

"Was that what I felt?" Lauren murmured. "I thought you were just a good kisser."

"It's more than that," Annalise said through her blushing. "I- Well I've been with a few guys, but I always need to stop before we get to sex. My powers started a fire inside me, like a furnace, and if I lose control of it I can be dangerous. So blowjobs are pretty much all I've done before. We, ah, we'll need to figure something out if I'm going to give everything to you." She lowered her head, "I probably should have told you before, I just... I wasn't sure what to say."

I reached out and took her hand in mine. "Look, I know you offered yourself to me, but I'm not going to take your virginity as payment for my judgement. That's not even close to fair."

"Are you any good at blowjobs?" Lauren asked after a warm look to me, obviously approving.

"Well I didn't get any complaints," Annalise said, smiling just a little. Those smiles, small and just with her lips, were a lot more attractive than her full ones.

Lauren slapped Annalise's ass like a football coach, "Well, get to it then." She grinned and took ahold of my dick, waggling it at the other girl. "And I bet you can't get the whole thing in your mouth. If you can, I'll let you watch me take it in the ass."

Annalise looked from my dick to Lauren, then back to my dick, then around to Lauren's butt. "Done," she said, her eyes lighting up at the challenge. She slipped to her knees and took my dick in her hand, holding it by the base as she considered it for a moment.

I have to admit, I have a pretty nice looking dick after I bumped it up to a solid eight inches with my first spell. I was just under average before that, and I still appreciated that Lauren had been more than willing to suck and fuck me before the change.

Annalise brought her face closer and I thought she was going to kiss it, but instead she slowly slipped it between her lips until she had the entire head up to the ridge in her mouth, her tongue slowly circling it firmly and pushing at the sensitive flesh.

"Hmmm," I hummed in pleasure, my arms sliding back to support myself as I watched her.

Her eyes flicked up to mine and I could feel my dick harden and grow to that final, steely pinnacle. Her eyes were totally orange now, literally smouldering as she looked up into mine. "Wow," I said.

One corner of her mouth quirked and she pulled back slightly before sliding her lips further down my shaft, stopping about halfway before sliding back, her cheeks impacting as she sucked hard on the out slow out stroke.

"Hoo, wow, ok," I said, my head going back as the pleasure spread through my body. Her mouth was everything that could be expected, plus a hint more because of that tingling heat. It wasn't just a warmth, it was the heat of a hot shower on a cold day and I could practically imagine steam.

Lauren got on the bed behind me, kneeling with her legs on either side of one of my arms as she looked over my shoulder at Annalise. "Does that feel good, babe?" She asked me. I nodded and could practically feel the naughty grin I knew was on her face. Her teeth bit into my shoulder ever so lightly as she spread her kneeling legs until I felt her pussy squash onto my fist, braced into the bed. She was already wet, though not soaking like I knew she could get.

Annalise was taking more and more of me, then suddenly stopped and pulled her mouth off of me completely. She held my dick higher and started lapping at the shaft with her tongue before darting lower and giving my balls the same treatment briefly.

"Ooh, look at that," Lauren moaned as she ground her pussy into my knuckles. I would have turned my hand over and started helping out but I needed it to brace my weight. "Perfect form, she isn't even forgetting the balls. But I bet she can't deep throat you." Lauren flicked my earlobe with her tongue and then sucked it into her mouth lightly.

The fire mage pulled away, her orange eyes looking to Lauren, then she opened her mouth wide and took me as deep as she could, which ended up being a surprising two thirds before I hit the back of her mouth. She pulled back out partially and bobbed once, twice, three times. Then she pushed forward all the way, her hands sliding to my thighs as she pushed the head of my dick into her throat. The heat got more intense and my hands curled into fists as I felt her swallowing over and over, her throat rippling around me dick as she buried her nose in my groin.

"Uuugh," I groaned loudly.

Annalise was making that "Uck, uck, uck," sound you hear in porno's when the chick is going hard on the blowjob, though they weren't nearly as pronounced and I found it sexy instead of gross. That might have been the fact that it was my dick being choked on though.

"Fuck," Lauren said as Annalise bobbed once more than came off my dick gasping for air. "Guess there's gonna be some booty loving going on."

Annalise's nose crinkled up as she flashed us one of her toothy smiles before she raised an eyebrow at me and took my dick in her mouth again, sliding all the way down with only a slight hesitation at her gag reflex point before she was deep throating me again.

"Oh, fuck," I said, "Wow. So good."

Lauren was holding onto my arm as she continued to grind her wet pussy against the knuckles of my hand. She squeezed me lightly, "Better?"

I knew what she was asking, and I didn't hesitate to answer truthfully. "A little, but honestly it's the magic heat thing."

Lauren snickered and kissed my shoulder, "Nothing I can do about that then. Enjoy."

Annalise spent the next few minutes giving me toe curling pleasure, her eyes darting between mine and Lauren's, and occasionally lower to wear she could see Lauren's lewdly spread legs wrapped around my arm and hand. She finally pulled back from my dick, which was now liberally covered with spittle and pre-cum. She started suckling on my head again, giving her throat a rest, but Lauren quickly got up from her place, leaving my now wet hand cool in the open air.

Crouching behind Annalise, Lauren wrapped her hands around the girl's waist, tugging her back a bit until she released my dick. "You need to use these," she said, reaching up and fondling the other girls breasts. "I want you to titfuck my boyfriend."

Annalise raised her eyebrows, but quickly shifted her kneeling so that she was raised up a bit. She leaned forward, but Lauren pulled her back, craned her neck over the girls shoulder and let a long trail of spit ooze from her puckered lips into Annalise's cleavage.

Annalise did the same, their spit intermingling, and Lauren reached around and rubbed it into the deep cleavage until it was shining. Hefting the boobs in her hands, Lauren leaned forward with Annalise and trapped my dick between the massive tits.

At this point I was peripherally aware that Lauren's hard nipples were probably pressed into Annalise's back, their contact way more sexual than just hand-on-boob. I couldn't think about it, or even wonder at how hot that was to see, because Lauren started fucking me with Annalise's tits.




Font of Fertility Ch. 06



My legs had to spread wide so that I was buried right to the back of her cleavage, the overflow of her huge tits spilling out from Lauren's hands as she pressed them together and moved Annalise's body up and down. My dick was long enough that the head and about an inch of shaft were poking out from the their cleavage-sheath on the deepest 'in' stroke. Downstroke? I wasn't sure what to call it and couldn't think coherently enough to make a decision. Annalise dropped her chin low and stuck out her tongue, cutely lapping at my tip whenever it was close enough.

I clawed at the sheets of the bed and moaned into the room freely, my eyes roaming from my dick in the tits to Lauren's intense gaze to Annalise's smouldering glances. I eventually sat forward awkwardly, licking the thumb and forefinger of both my hands and started to play with Annalise's nipples, rubbing and tugging at them and rolling the piercings between my fingers. Annalise started moaning herself and and redoubled my efforts, holding her nipples in place as Lauren continued to fuck my dick with the girl's tit and causing her nipples to pinch and stretch.

Lauren eventually reached down and had Annalise bring her own hands up to push her tits tightly around my thrusting cock, my hips bouncing slightly on instinct to the amount of pleasure I was receiving. One of Lauren's hands laced into Annalise's hair, forcing the girl to abandon licking my tip so that the two could kiss, their lips and cheeks writhing as their tongues fought. Lauren's other hand slipped below and Annalise's eyes widened again, first in surprise and then pleasure, and she started heaving her body faster, her pale chest becoming flushed and her eyes turning from orange to a golden yellow almost the same colour as Lauren's hair.

"Fuck, fuck fuck," I moaned, "So good. Gonna- Gonna-"

Lauren yanked back on Annalise, separating her from me, and then Lauren shoved the fire mage's face back towards my crotch. Annalise immediately took me into her mouth and then back into her throat as Lauren played with her clit while using her other hand to push Annalise onto my cock over and over.

"Tell me when," Lauren said huskily, looking to me. "Then fill her mouth up, I want to kiss her with a mouthful of you."

"Right now," I said immediately. Lauren's dirty mouth and mind always set me off.

Lauren pulled lightly on Annalise's brunette hair, but that didn't stop my first burst to slide ride down her throat. I was out, Annalise's hand jerking my shaft and my head getting sucked on by her furnace-mouth by the time my second spasm shot another load into her mouth, and this was a long one. Two more pumps filled her almost to the brim before I collapsed backwards. 

Annalise released my dick and turned to Lauren, opening her lips to show the liquid white mass she was holding. Lauren didn't hesitate, she immediately shoved her tongue into Annalise's mouth as they kissed forcefully, swapping more than spit.

I groaned and feebly reached out to rub both girl's shoulders, trying to regain my strength. That was when I noticed Lauren's arm was still busy flexing, her hand working Annalise below my line of sight. Their kiss finally ended and they both sat back from each other, then looked to me.

"Fuck," I said, "That was amazing."

"Am I all paid up?" Annalise asked?

I was more than a little disappointed that after all that we had just done and experienced, that was the first thing on her mind. I blinked a couple of times then nodded, "We are."

"Good," she said, then stood up. "Then this is just for me, not for him."

Annalise got onto the bed straddling me, maneuvering quickly until she was hovering over my dick.

"Wait," Lauren said, then took my dick from Annalise from between our legs. "Lean forward and kiss him."

Annalise had a questioning look on her face, but turned to me and bent lower and kissed me, squishing her tits into my chest so firmly I could feel her piercings.

"Mmm, Mmm!" She moaned into my mouth, then broke the kiss. "Oh my god, she's licking me. She's licking my- oh fuck that's good. Now she's rubbing me with your dick. Fuck that's so good."

I hadn't known about the licking, but I certainly knew about the rubbing. Annalise's pussy was hot, and not the 'flush with excitement, blood flowing' sort of hot. She was hot.

"Holy balls," Lauren said, looking around Annalise's ass to me. "She's actually steaming down here. Like literally, not figuratively. As soon as her juices hit open she's fucking steaming, Jerry."

I never thought that would be a sexy idea, but it was. It was also slightly concerning. "Uh, fuck, uh, give me a second?"

Pulling Annalise's head back into a kiss, I felt Lauren playing around near our crotches again, but I was a little preoccupied. I reached back into the pool of power in my head easily now, but was surprised when it practically leapt towards my conscious, quivering as if it were excited.

I was about to fuck someone new, and not just that but a virgin as well. And most important of all, another mage. This was going to be a big spike of power; now I realized why other, or previous, Fertility mages would demand payment for judgement.

The idea of the spell formed quickly in my mind; first for myself and then including Lauren. Our flesh could no longer be burned, we could feel heat but it would not cause overt pain. I released it into my pool and the power sucked it in and it quickly dissolved, eating up a significant portion of the fireworks in my head, even more than my bumbling with the ATM technology. I had to take a breath at the sudden easing of pressure in my mind, I hadn't even realized it had been there but with the spell cast a weight seemed to lift from my subconscious. The drain was large though; apparently 'forever' spells took a lot of power even with the limited nature of heat resistance. Hopefully being with Annalise would refill the tanks even more than I had hoped.

"OK," I said, breaking the kiss. "Do it." I buried my face into Annalise's neck and started kissing her there. Lauren patted the other girl's butt for acknowledgement and Annalise nodded. Lauren's deft fingers pulled my dick into position and, holding me straight, pushed down on Annalise's hips.

"Uuunngh," Annalise moaned out loudly as I hissed in a breath. I slipped in easily, Lauren's ministrations having warmed up Annalise's virgin pussy. I got about halfway in before it got too tight. I wrapped my arms around Annalise's back, holding her upper body to me as Lauren guided her hips back up, then down again to take another section of my dick.

"Fuuuck," I groaned into the brunette's shoulder, then again at a higher pitch when I felt Lauren's tongue play briefly along my sack before sliding up the bare part of my shaft, and then around where Annalise and I were joined.

The fire mage was shuddering in my grasp but I wasn't really conscious of that. Lauren's pussy might have been made for me, and Lindsey's was hot and wet and willing, but Annalise was exquisitely burning. Waves of heat were rippling through my dick, into my pelvis and through my body. I could feel her juices sliding down my legs like drips of hot chocolate as Lauren moved her up and down.

"Huma-Huma-" Annalise said, pushing up with her arms from the bed until I broke my grip on her. She arched her back and raised her torso, slamming herself down to take the rest of me until I was buried to the hilt. "H'oh my god."

Her eyes opened and they were glowing white hot. As I watched, my hands pulling her ass into me so that we were grinding together, her mouth fell open in a silent shout and her hair started to change colours from the roots out, first a sheen of auburn and then into a deep red.

"Fuck," I said in amazement, pulling at her over and over as she came on my dick, her body burning from the inside with passion. If I hadn't cast the spell, before she came putting my dick in her would have hurt. Now, I was sure, I would have lost it as an appendage.

She mouthed something but I couldn't tell what she was saying. My hands gripped one ass cheek each tightly, probably a little more firmly than even Lauren with her rough play would like, and Annalise grunted. Her hair changed another shade, a bright red that most girls would only ever get out of a bottle.

She mouthed again and shook her head slightly, her eyes squeezing closed but the light from inside glowing through her eyelids. I released her ass and pulled her back down to me, putting her lips right beside my ear.

"I can't, I can't, I can't control it," She whispered so quietly I could barely hear.

I took her head in my hands and lifted her face to mine. "Then don't," I said, then kissed her open mouthed.

She let go, the tension as she tried to stave off her orgasm releasing. It's hard to describe what it feels like to have fire breathed directly into your mouth, down your throat and into your guts. In this instance, it filled me with a heat that was uncomfortably pleasant and that I was acutely aware would have killed me.

Probably a good thing Lauren hadn't brought her to orgasm with just her fingers earlier. 

"What the fuck," Lauren said from beside us on the bed, and I realized she could probably see the glow of the flames through our cheeks.

Annalise's orgasm abruptly shuddered to a stop, the fire petering out as if someone had turned off a gas line and she lay limply on top of me. The kiss ended more due to her losing the strength to hold her head in place briefly rather than any decision. Instead her chin rested on my shoulder as her face buried into the sheets.

"Wow," I said.

"Wow is fucking right," Lauren responded, "You need to see this."

I gently rolled Annalise off of me and scooted back so I could see what Lauren was pointing at. The edge of the bed, where my ass had been laying, was scorched black.

"Holy shit," I said in surprise.

"Uh-huh," Lauren said, poking at it. "Whole new meaning to the term fire crotch."

"Sorry," Annalise moaned, stirring from her post-orgasm stupor. "I- Thank you for taking the brunt of it."

"Does that happen every time?" I asked.

"No, just the first usually, after that I just run hot, not flaming, if I really want to get myself off again."

"Well, just so you know, I like the look," I grinned, and Lauren agreed.

Annalise's silky long hair was still that shimmering bright red colour, and now that I could see it so was her landing strip of pubic hair. She blushed, which was an accomplishment considering her face and chest were already fully flushed. The only change was that her eyes weren't burning white any more, having cooled to a solid yellow.

She managed to prop herself up on an elbow, then looked to Lauren and I. "That was- Wow, fantastic. Thank you."

"Oh, we're not done yet," Lauren grinned, grabbing Annalise's ankle and tugging. "Get up, hands and knees. You fucked him, now he's gonna fuck you. I bet we get you to really come this time."

Annalise followed Lauren's directions and ended up in doggie position, perfectly situated so that I could stand beside the bed and enter her, which I did. We both moaned as I breached her again, this time with my eyes glued to her ass as I spread her cheeks, her puckered asshole winking at me.

I started stroking easily with a fluid motion, not too fast or slow, enjoying how I could see her fat tits jiggle and move as they brushed the linens below her. After a minute or two of easy fucking I picked up the pace a little bit, then Lauren shuffled on the bed so that she was sitting in front of Annalise, her legs spread wide.

"Go for it, face down ass up," Lauren said with a grin.

Annalise hesitated, "I- uh... what if I do come hard again?"

It was a half hearted excuse and we all knew it. "We're good," I said, my hands squeezing her pale butt cheeks, "Lauren has the same protection I do."

Lauren grinned and reached out, grabbing Annalise's head, "Like I said, face down ass up, that's the way we like to fuck." Annalise allowed Lauren to pull her face down and soon she was licking tentatively. "Ooh fuck, Jer," Lauren groaned once Annalise started getting a little more into her muff diving, "You didn't say how good her hot little tongue feels. Fucking- fuck."

I smiled and picked up the pace of my fucking again, driving Annalise a little harder into Lauren's pussy. I started switching up my strokes between fast and hard and a slower corkscrew motion with my hips.

"Hmmdagahmmpha," Annalise said deliriously into Lauren's pussy. I spanked her right butt cheek and she squealed, writhing below me. My hand left a bright pink mark on her pale cheek. A light started playing up Lauren's torso, Annalise's eyes clearly showing her arousal level was headed towards its peak again.

As I had learned the night before, I quickly shunted my stamina into a holding pattern using a trickle of power to stave off my own orgasm as I pounded into Annalise with quick 3-thrust bursts before I pulled out completely and smacked her other butt cheek. I grabbed Annalise's hips and eased her back from Lauren. "Flip over," I said, "You have a great ass, but I want to see those fucking amazing tits as I fuck you into a coma."

Annalise breathed out heavily, steam escaping her lips as she gave me a wild look. Well, her face got a wild look, her eyes were already as insane as I figured they could get with the whole glowing white fire thing.

She rolled over onto her back and I pulled her by the legs so that her ass was just starting to come off the edge of the bed. As I entered her slowly Lauren got up on her hands and knees, lowering her dripping pussy back to Annalise's mouth. "You aren't done down there yet," she said, winking over her shoulder at me. She arched her back, probably more for me than any positioning, though her ass did jut out beautifully that way. Just as I'd been picking up on her quirks over the past week, she'd been picking up on mine. Her dirty talk, the way her back muscles rippled, her legs; they all sent little jolts through me.

I quickly built up steam as I began pistoning into Annalise again, using my hands to move her legs out and back, lewdly spreading her. She fucked back at me as best she could with her head trapped below Lauren, her tits first wobbling then jerking back and forth angrily. I honestly lowered my jaw and my tongue hung out, panting like a dog, at the sight of those tits and Lauren's ass rocking and jiggling.

The strangest, and eerily sexy, thing about this position was that I could see the glow of Annalise's eyes making a halo around Lauren's body, outlining her in the dim motel room. It would have been even more dramatic if it had been dark out. Note to self, figure out how to fuck Annalise and Lauren in the dark. Or ever again.

I leaned forward and wrapped my hands around the sides of Annalise's upper torso, my thumbs at the side of her tits, pushing them a bit higher. Bringing my head down, I managed to catch one of her leaping nipples and a fair chunk of boob in my mouth and sucked, feeling the rest of her tit struggle to jerk back and forth with my continued thrusting.

Annalise moaned from underneath Lauren and one of her hands snaked out from under my girlfriend to weave into my bangs and tug on me. I started punching my dick into her with quick, short strokes and brought my hand up to grab the tit I wasn't suckling ferociously on. 

I felt the heat in Annalise quickly building and this time she didn't tense up to try and stop it. Letting go of both her tits, I sat up straight and pushed her legs back until her knees were practically to her ears and hammered down into her with big strokes. Hotter and hotter, the glow around Lauren intensified and she cried something from her muffled position.

Looking down at the writhing body of the fire mage below me, I released my stranglehold on my stamina and came in a rush, shooting jet after jet of my own heat into her. She squealed and came, her juices flowing out, sizzling around my dick and onto the bedspread, this time just singing instead of scorching the sheets. At the same time Lauren's body collapsed forward as she called out unintelligibly with her own orgasm. There was a puff of smoke from between her legs, and I watched in a daze as it flitted through her butt crack and clung to her for a brief moment before lifting into the air. I followed it with my eyes and watched it reach out to the single dingy fire alarm in the room. Without even thinking I made a swatting motion and the alarm burst into pieces, flying across the room.

All three of us took a long moment to just enjoy our post orgasm bliss until finally Annalise just said, "Hunh." She patted Lauren's leg, getting a bit of a shift out of her so that she could ease herself from under the blonde's legs. When she came up her cheeks, chin and forehead were covered in Lauren's juices, though her lips were dry. I leaned forward and kissed her, then kissed all over her face, tasting Lauren's sweetness on her.

"Hot," she said, her hand fishing at her crotch until it came back to her mouth covered in our mixed juices. "That- When you came. I felt it, hot inside me. That was fucking awesome."

Eventually I had Annalise lay flat on the bed behind Lauren, who spread her legs awkwardly if accommodatingly, so that she could be eaten out some more. At the same time I took Lauren's ass in hand and spread her open, kissing her lower back and cheeks before I worked my way lower and started working on her asshole. I had anally fucked Lindsey wet, but not properly prepared, the night before and she had enjoyed it but I had a feeling Lauren wasn't exactly at that point.

Annalise eventually started battling with me around Lauren's taint area and ended up giving her a rim job as well. I talked her through how to prep Lauren, using her tongue and slowly adding fingers. Extra slowly because we only had spit; we hadn't exactly thought to bring the lube.

She watched enraptured as I worked my dick into Lauren's tight asshole, unbelieving that it could feel as good as Lauren said it did. She was coerced into sitting in front of Lauren while she got butt fucked, Lauren exchanging the favour of oral pleasure.

We fucked. And fucked. After her first two uncontrollable outbursts Annalise didn't let off any more fireworks, though she stayed a shining inferno through the whole thing. I'm fairly certain we made it through the less strange half of the kamasutra before we all passed out, my will to keep us going with little shots of stamina boosts from my power supply petering out as it got dark outside. We'd spent most of the day fucking like rabbits, and I dropped over half a dozen loads in or on the two of them with my magical viagra jolts.

Halfway through the night I woke up and managed to squeeze one more out while seeing Lauren illuminated in the dark like I had wanted.

While we were panting from our last exertion and I wondered at the twelve odd hours we had spent together I came to the realization that while I had told Annalise she had paid for her judgement after that first blowjob, I hadn't made it.

Sitting in bed, naked as a jaybird along with the two girls, I blinked and touched the pool. It was massive, a writhing sea compared to a pond, bursting with colours but now it had what I could only think of as a distinct taste or smell. There was a touch of fire in there.

Holding onto it, I cleared my throat and both girls looked at me. "By my Proclamation, George Stoker is refused the right to commit violence against any member of his family, nor will he bind any member of his family in servitude or suppress their natural gifts. So be it."

Annalise slowly crawled over Lauren's body as I laid back down, slipping her body on top of mine, the feel of her tits rubbing on my chest appreciated even if it didn't arouse me at this point of exhaustion. She kissed me lightly and whispered, "Thank you."




Font of Fertility Ch. 06



I slept like the dead after that. Not a single dream, or even a whisper of a dream. All it takes to sate my libido is a full day of fucking.

*** 2 - Home again, home again *** 

Annalise was still on top of me when I woke up to a noise across the room. I had to blow some of the brunette's hair out of my face to see Lauren holding her phone up to her ear, her face confused. She pulled the phone down and looked at it, tapping on the touch screen.

"Hey," I said quietly.

She looked over and smiled briefly at me, "Hey yourself, stud muffin." I could only imagine what I looked like, laying there with the big breasted minx sprawled lewdly. Annalise was even making girlish light snoring noises, making the whole thing feel ridiculous.

"Something wrong?"

"Yeah," she said, "Well, I dunno. I have like seven voicemails. The first one was Lindsey from the hotel room saying she understood and hoped we had a good day, but the second one was her again wondering where I was."

I frowned and put my head back. The note we'd left Lindsey the morning before hadn't exactly been accounting for the rest of the day being spent with Annalise; we'd thought the judgement and payment would take us to maybe the afternoon. Not that I would ever complain about being hijacked into bed with Lauren and a friend, but by look of the blazing sun through the blinds it might have been mid morning by now.

"Crap," I said. I eased Annalise aside, sliding her onto the bed. I kissed her lips lightly and looked down her body for a long moment, tempted to wake her up with a surprise, but instead stood and walked over to Lauren, dick flopping in front of me mostly-hard. Lauren wasn't naked any more, she would have had to go out to the car to get her phone, but that didn't stop me from eyeing her as I sat down on the other bed and pulled her into my lap. She smiled warmly and let me kiss her indulgently, trailing my lips down her neck to her collarbone.

"Mmm, don't get me started babe," she said quietly.

"I know, I know," I smiled. "Play the next message."

Lauren brought her ear close to mine and held up the phone so we could both hear.

"Hey Laur, it's Linds again. I know I'm calling a lot, I'm sorry. It's just- It's almost four o'clock now and you're still not home. I'm sort of worried. Did I screw something up? Are you guys ok? Call me please."

Lauren deleted the message, playing the next one quickly.

"Hey, it's me. I- Could you call me? I'm sort of freaking out and I don't know what to say at dinner with mom and dad. When I got home they asked me why I looked so happy and now mom's giving me these looks cause I can't hide that I'm freaking out inside. Did I fuck up or something? Please tell me I didn't mess up you and Jerry. I fucking always do this. I'm sorry."

Lauren quickly switched to the next message.

"It's me. I'm sorry. Could one of you please call me? Just to yell at me or something, tell me I'm the whore who broke you guys up. I just want to hear you're ok. I'm freaking out here and I just- Call me please?"

I held Lauren a bit tighter, feeling her getting more tense as her sister's messages seemed to devolve into some sort of depressive state.

"Hey baby, it's your Mom. Don't mean to pry but could you check in? Just wanna make sure my youngest is still alive. Jerry should probably call his parents too, his mom mentioned you two must be at Jay's house or something. Don't stare at the TV too long, you'll go cross-eyed. Oh, and could you talk to your sister? She's been acting sort of strange and won't talk to me about it. Thanks love."

I smiled, a little ashamed of myself. Our parents were so trusting; Mrs. Baxley never even wondered if Lauren and I were off having some sort of sexcapade. Thankfully it sounded like my mother hadn't spilled the beans. We were going to need to tell the Baxley's soon though, and I had to wonder if I was going to be seeing less time with Lauren in my immediate future once that happened.

The next message was dated from earlier that morning.

"Hey. Uhm, could you call? I know I was freaking out last night, and I still sort of am. I just need to know you're alive right now, even if you hate me or something. I- I love you. Ok, bye."

It was the hesitation in Lindsey's voice that caught me off guard the most. After our date, after what the three of us had shared together, I would never have thought she would be scared to say she loved us. Or even just her sister.

"Shit," Lauren said quietly, looking down at her phone. It had already been a couple hours since Lindsey had left the last message. "Shit, fuck, shit. I'm so fucking stupid."

"Whoa," I said, holding her to me. "I think you mean we. We are so stupid."

Lauren frowned and then wiggled out of my grasp, standing and starting to pace. "No, well I mean yes, but this isn't the time for joking. We both went into... that, with her, knowing she was sort of fragile. We just left her there in that room, and we lied to her and disappeared. You heard the messages, she's going nuts. She thinks we hate her, or each other, or something. Fucking shit fuck balls cunt."

"Morning, sailor," Annalise groaned from the bed, shifting and stretching as she woke up from our talking.

"Sorry," Lauren apologised, "It's a family thing. You can go back to sleep."

"Do I have to?" Annalise asked, looking over at me with a raised eyebrow.

I groaned. "I would really like the answer to be a repeat of yesterday, but it can't." She pouted just a little bit and I felt my dick twitch. "We really do have a family thing we need to deal with. And you, you devilish sexpot, should go make sure everything at home is good. See your sister and your mother, make sure everything is right again."

Annalise sighed and stretched again, her tits pushing out from her chest enticingly. "You're right, oh mighty seat."

Lauren snorted from where she was leaning against the wall, eyeing Annalise in a way I could only describe as 'hungrily,' "Ok now, don't go giving him a big head."

The brunette smiled and stood up from the bed, going to her. "I just- Thank you for everything, Lauren."

They hugged tightly, and then kissed a little more briefly. Not like yesterday, this time just a sweet thank you instead of in passion. It still made me feel like I should be drooling, especially the contrast between naked and clothed.

"And you," Annalise said, coming over to stand in front of me, "Jeremiah Grant. For the judgement, and your fairness and even your naivety at the start. Thank you." I almost stood up when she bowed and took my hand, kissing it as if she were kissing the ring of some king. She stood back up and her lips widened into a smirk, "And for everything after, Jerry, I want to say thank you as well. Yesterday, last night, it was just- wow." She came close and kissed me, tongue pushing past mine as she boiled with passion in my arms. Her piercings pressed into my chest and my hands went to her hips naturally, I wanted to pull her to me, have her mount me one last time, but I remained still.

Eventually the kiss broke and I stood, hugging her to me. "Annalise, if you ever need anything, come to us. Anything, ok?"

Lauren came over and joined the hug, nodding her agreement. Annalise started shaking in our arms and I looked down with some shock. She was laughing and crying at the same time.

"Damn it Jerry, you keep making girls cry," Lauren exclaimed, "I can't take you anywhere."

Annalise laughed some more along with Lauren, "I've just never had friends like you two. It feels- well it feels wonderful."

Annalise was gone, but certainly not forgotten. We'd left the last bit of the ATM cash to help her with taxi charges and meals on her way home. She laughed at the fact that she had more luggage going than coming out, what with the clothes Lauren had made her buy. Lauren and I waited long enough for the taxi to show up, saying goodbye hurriedly and a little less intimately considering the driver was there watching.

Lauren practically ran to my car once the taxi was moving, and I nearly peeled out as I left the motel parking lot.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck," Lauren said, looking to her phone. I grabbed mine out of the middle console and handed it to her. There were three messages waiting from Lindsey similar to the ones she had sent Lauren, the only difference being that Lindsey told me she loved being with me and Lauren, but if she had to pick she would stick by her sister.

I smiled at that; it's not like I could blame her. What we had was new, it wasn't like what Lauren and I had where I knew if it came down to Stacey and her, I would pick Lauren. Not that Stacey would make me choose. At least I hope not.

"I can't believe we left her alone like that. We're so fucking self-centred. After everything we did with her, knowing what kind of mental state she was in." Lauren was starting to hyperventilate a bit as she panicked over her sister.

"Text her, tell her we're coming home now," I said, and Lauren nodded, her fingers flying. Once the text was sent she held her phone tightly in her hand and looked out the window. This might have been the first time I had seen her so anxious and I loved her all the more for how much she cared about her sister. "I think we should tell Lindsey."

Lauren turned to me, unsure of what to say. "Everything?"

I nodded and reached my hand over to hold hers. "Everything. You still want her to be a part of this, right?"

"I do," Lauren said, "I'm just- she... I love her, Jerry, you know that. Way more than I should. But this isn't my secret, not really. Do you want her to know?"

I smiled and drove, "Of course I do."

Her frown turned, the edges of her lips curling up just slightly. "Thank you."

I leaned over and pulled her head towards mine so I could kiss her forehead.

We pulled into the driveway and Lauren was practically out of the car before I could throw it in park. Lindsey was out of the house even faster, jogging down the driveway to us. I got out and Lauren came around, but Lindsey slowed to a hesitating stop for a second, looking between us anxiously. She was biting her lips, her hands were clenched in nervous fists. 

"I-" she said.

I grabbed Lauren's hand and we went to her, sweeping her into our arms from either side and crushing her between us. Lindsey stood frozen for a moment, and then she was crying. "Oh my god, oh my god, thank you. I'm sorry. Thank you."

I turned her face to me and kissed her, keeping it brief only because we were outside their parents house and if we lingered it could be awkward. "What in the hell are you sorry for, Linds? We should be the sorry ones."

Lauren squeezed her sister harder, her head buried in Lindsey's hair and shoulder. "And we are. We love you Linds. We're so sorry for leaving you in the dark like that."

"I thought- I just..." Lindsey stammered, looking from me to Lauren. "I was worried-"

I let go of her and grabbed her hands, pulling her towards the car. "We need to tell you something. I- Well, hopefully we can explain but it doesn't excuse what we did."

Lindsey just nodded, but Lauren stopped us beside the car, "I'm so sorry, Lindsey."

"You're here," he older sister got out, trying to wipe away her tears. "I thought you were gone or something, you were leaving. I thought I was alone again."

I opened the rear door and got in, Lauren nudging her sister to get in next before following. We sat holding Lindsey again for a moment between us before I told Lauren she should probably start from the beginning.

Hearing it from her perspective was somewhat enlightening. Sure, over the past week we'd been living through it together, but we hadn't really stopped to talk about it.

"So there's this thing about Jeremiah," Lauren started off. "And it's gonna sound weird and you probably won't believe me at first, but just listen ok?" She made sure Lindsey nodded before continuing. "So the first time Jerry and I had sex; it was the day after the date I told you about, where I got him to feel me up a bit." She smiled and looked over at me, "He was so scared he could barely hold my hand before that. I'd brought him home after school and sort of jumped him, and we fucked. While we were fucking something happened that's hard to explain, Linds. It was like we were just us, two virgins having our first time, and then we were like porn stars. Afterwards I thought you'd been joking all along about how our first time wouldn't be great, but then this voice started talking to us and everything got weird. Not him," she reached out and touched my arm, "He was great. Just things. So... ok, so it turns out Jerry has a magic dick."

Lindsey looked from Lauren to me, and then back to Lauren. "I mean he's good. Like really, really good. But that doesn't make him magic, Lauren."

I couldn't help grinning.

"No, Linds, I mean he really, actually has a magic dick. Like pixie dust, wizard's wand magic. We were laying there post-sex and this fairy-thing appears and calls me a cumdumpster and tells us how Jerry has these magic powers we triggered by having sex with each other."

Lindsey's skepticism was written on her face. "A sex fairy."

Lauren sighed in exasperation and looked over to me, rolling her eyes at my shit eating grin. "No, no, go ahead," I prodded, "You're doing better than I probably would."

"How about you just prove it to her?" Lauren asked.

Lindsey crouched down a bit in the seat. "Prove your magic sex powers?"

"Well, I mean they aren't sex powers, they're just fueled by sex. Let me think of something." There was no way I was going to do a repeat performance of changing my body in some way even if I did know how to mitigate the pain from the last time. I had the endurance thing down during sex but that wasn't exactly 'proof of magic' either. I could do the vampire thing and not appear on a photo from her phone like I did with the ATM but that felt too complicated.

Instead I took a deep breath and raised one of my hands slightly, but kept it well away from Lindsey, and I concentrated on her tits under her simple white tshirt. She blushed slightly as I stared, and then I touched the raging pool in the back of my head and rubbed my forefinger and thumb together lightly.

Lindsey gasped and looked down, Lauren peering around her to see what I was doing. From the bumps on Lindsey's shirt she was clearly wearing a thin bra, her nipples coming to attention as I rubbed them between invisible fingers. My nerdy mind went to how exactly to classify what I was doing; it wasn't telekinesis since I wasn't technically physically manipulating her. It was more like I was just giving her the feeling that I was doing that. Mental stimulation of nerve endings? I wasn't even sure what to call that. Mind control. I frowned for a fraction of a moment at the thought.

Instead of dwelling, I changed my focus and looked for something else I could do. Telekinesis was something I hadn't actually tried yet, and the niggling at the back of my mind on what Annalise had said about the issues of manipulating technology made me wonder. I stopped manipulating, if that was the right word for it, Lindsey and held out my hand at the steering wheel in the front seat of the car, or more specifically at the key ignition. I concentrated on making a key in my mind and then pressed it into the ignition, expending a sliver of extra power to make it fill out into the right form of cuts. I rotated my hand and the key turned.

The engine stuttered for a moment and then thrummed to life. Grinning, I turned back to Lindsey, who was wide-eyed and staring at the dash of the car.

I love you, Lindsey. I reached out without even thinking and whispered it into her mind, finding her as easily as I had Lauren that first time I had made a psychic connection. Lindsey stiffened, confused, and looked to me for a moment.

"Holy shit," she whispered.

Lauren laughed and hugged her sister from behind. "See? Magic dick."

Lindsey wasn't smiling though and I could see her mind turning as she drew back a bit from me in the seat. "You did all of that?" She asked cautiously.

I nodded, a little worried we might have gone too far.

"You can get inside my head like that?"

I started to nod and opened my mouth to explain how it worked, at least as best I could, but she was backing away further.

"What did you do to me?" Lindsey asked in a panic. "Are you why I feel like I'm fucking insane? I fucked my sister two nights ago, along with you, and I'm totally ok with it even though I know I shouldn't be! There's a difference between fantasy and reality and now I can't tell what's what. Did you do something to make me ok with incest or something? I've never told anyone the things I told you that night." By the end she was half shouting, her fingers digging into the seat. Her face, usually so beautiful and playful, was screwed into heartbreak and horror.

My jaw worked as I tried to figure out how to say 'no' as emphatically as possible. Thankfully, Lauren had a better answer.

"Hey," she said sternly, turning Lindsey's face to her. And then she kissed her, long and deep. Lindsey's breathing slowed and her hand came up to cup Lauren's on her cheek. When they finally broke apart they remained inches from each other. "I love you like this," Lauren said lowly. "Jerry loves you like this. You've known him for as long as I have; hell, you probably know everything I do about him now, I talked to you so much about it. Do you really think he would do that?"

Lindsey quietly whispered, "No." There was a touch of guilt in her voice.

"And even if it's weird and fucked up and everyone thinks it's wrong; are you ok with me and you, like this?"

Lindsey nodded almost imperceptibly, her eyes locked with Lauren. I wanted to say something, put a hand on her leg, but I knew I would be interrupting.

"So we love each other more than sisters are supposed to, and we both love him. Magic dick and all."

Another tiny nod.

"Linds, we told you about him because we both love you. We didn't want to lie to you or keep secrets. Jerry hasn't used his powers on you, he's too good for that. He's so good I think we need to corrupt him a bit," Lauren smirked a bit. "There's other things we need to tell you about his situation, Linds, but we're telling you because we don't want you to go. You're with us permanently, if you want to be." 

Lindsey was quiet, her lip trembling slightly and I saw it coming a mile away, not that it helped me handle it any better. The tears started falling thick and silently from her eyes. 'I do,' she mouthed, and then she was kissing her sister passionately again. She broke away and turned to me. "I do, I do I do I do," she said, coming into my arms and kissing me, then across my cheek and down my neck. "I do, I do."

I pulled her face back up to mine and kissed her again.

"Thank you," she whispered shakily, "Thank you."

"Stop," I said quietly, and she did. "Stop thanking us, Linds. We love you. I don't know how many times we can say it, but you need to stop thanking us. You deserve to be loved. All we want is for you to love us back." I paused and took a breath. "I love you."

She looked into my eyes and for the first time since I realized how broken Lindsey was, I saw something like healing in her. "I love you too." 

We didn't have sex, even though I think all three of us wanted to be close to one another at that moment. We were, after all, in the backseat of my parent's car in their parent's driveway. Instead we cuddled, huddled low in the back seat, and Lauren and I explained what we knew, and everything that they hadn't been able to tell her before about the last week.

At first Lindsey wasn't thrilled with the whole harem thing. The tipping points were when Lauren told her about the judgement with Annalise and the kind of things I needed the power for, and then how I explained the rush I got when I first entered someone new. If what had happened with Lindsey and Annalise proved true every time, it was possibly important I experienced strangers frequently, even if I wasn't bringing them into the circle. 




Font of Fertility Ch. 06



"Besides," I pointed out while feeling up her boob over her shirt, "We all know you like to watch."

Lindsey blushed and agreed with Lauren's original stipulation; if I did anything and they weren't there, I had to tell them about it. And then one of them was going to act it out with me. I wasn't about to complain.

Eventually we had to move, mainly because I got a text from my mother that said. 'Car. Bring it home. Love mom. PS - Now.'

I kissed Lauren goodbye once we had all unfolded ourselves from the backseat and stretched a little bit. I thought it was funny how we had so little to say considering the two nights we had just spent boinking our brains out. 

"Kay, I love you. Bye." She smiled sweetly and pulled me in for another short kiss before turning and skipping off towards the house. She looked over her shoulder halfway there and grinned, winking and shaking her butt just a little bit, knowing I was staring.

Lindsey and I had to be a little more circumspect with our goodbye, but our fingers hooked lightly as I told her something I hadn't wanted Lauren to overhear. She left me with a kiss on the cheek and a grin.

*** 3 - One Last Present ***

The first step to convincing your parents you haven't just had two full days and nights of sex is to stick to your routine. Despite my worry that I was going to get caught and then either murdered or grounded until my late forties, things went surprisingly well. My mother bought the story whole hog; I'd been at Benji and Jay's houses, other than chauffeuring our little group of nerds to Taco Bell a couple of times. 

The second step was convincing Stacey of the same thing. As my mom took possession of her car from me and left for an errand run, Stacey gave me a sly look.

The door shut, the lock clicked and she immediately asked, "So, how many times did you slip away from the boys to slip it into Lauren?"

My stammered reply of maybe once or twice wasn't enough and so while I tried to make myself a proper breakfast she followed me around the kitchen making eyes at me and prodding with questions that got me sweating.

"Did you fuck her in the bathroom? Just like bend her over the sink and go to town? What about in the car? Did you fuck Lauren in mom's car, you dirty little fucker? Tell me, teeellll meeeeeee. Have you gone down on her yet?" She got a wicked glint in her eye and broke into my personal space, her body hovering an inch away from mine, "You should, you're pretty fucking good, but practice makes perfect."

I managed to grunt out a, "Hungry," and backed away from my teasing sister to the table. Thankfully Stacey got a call on her cellphone at that point and left the room, giving me a chance to shove half my bagel in my mouth, grab a big glass of milk and disappear upstairs into my room before she came back. My dick was fucking tired, and I mentally did not want to open up the can of worms that was Stacey right now even if my lower head was trying to make a comeback.

I napped for a couple of hours then picked up my console controller for the first time in a week, realizing that might have been the longest I had ever gone not playing video games. Maybe all this sex is good for me, I thought with a grin. That didn't stop me from spending the next two hours blasting aliens.

Mom eventually returned and after helping her with carrying in the groceries, the dry cleaning, the replacement lawn chair for the one I had broken last summer and a bag of stuff from the hardware store, and then following her direction to mow the lawn, clean the kitchen and vacuum the living room carpet, I finally got down on me knees and begged her for the car again.

She was hesitant and I couldn't blame her. "It's so that I can go buy Lauren a christmas present. I'm picking up Lindsey so she can help," I pleaded.

"I thought you bought her that book she wanted almost a month ago."

"I did," I said, "But that's a pre-date gift. I want to get her something nicer now that we're..."

"Boyfriend and girlfriend?" My mom asked me with a spark of excitement in her eyes.

"Yeah."

I got the car, but not without avoiding the joyous pseudo-celebration of my mother at the news that I wasn't just dating Lauren, but that we were 'going steady.' She called Stacey down and pronounced the news to my unsurprised sister. She was on the phone with grandma as I grabbed the keys from her purse and ran out the door.

Lindsey met me around the block from the Baxley house, giggling as she climbed into the car and saw my face. "What's wrong?"

"My family is crazy."

She snorted and took my hand as I started to drive, "Yeah, cause what's going with me and Lauren isn't insane at all."

"Well, it's not so different from my house."

Lindsey turned and looked at me open mouthed. "No way. Nooo way, Stacey too?" Lindsey had been a grade up from my sister in high school so they had known each other fairly well even if they weren't direct friends.

"Sort of. Not yet, but... yeah."

Lindsey licked her lips and looked out the windshield with a glint in her eye similar to Lauren's when she was planning something. Fuck, another one excited about pimping me out.

The mall was just as busy as I had expected. Two days from Christmas, everything was packed and it took me nearly ten minutes to find a parking spot. Lindsey walked hand in hand with me into the mall and every once in a while we looked to each other and her dazzling smile made me sigh happily. I didn't even care if people would recognize me holding hands with my girlfriend's sister, or if they saw the teasing looks she gave me as she walked ahead of me through a store and I stared at her jean-clad ass, or glanced lingeringly down into the cleavage she would flash me.

This, this was good, and I realized we were a couple just as much as Lauren and I. It was different, Lindsey and I didn't know each other nearly as well since we had always had that buffer zone of 'sister's friend' and 'best friend's sister,' but as we laughed and our touches lingered a little longer than appropriate and we goofed around in stores that had nothing to do with a gift for Lauren it felt right. And that put a little bit of worry deep in my chest.

Lauren was more than ok with the sex part of this, but was she ready for sharing me emotionally? We'd never talked about that before, it had just been about the fucking because that was so new to us it was the big thing. Was this what having my full blown harem would be like? Two, three, maybe four or more emotional relationships? Was I even ready for that much weight on my shoulders?

Lindsey pulled me behind a rack of clothes and wrapped her arms around my neck, tipping her lips up to mine for a kiss as she pressed her body into mine. Sproing, I was hard.

She pulled back a bit and smiled, "What's wrong?"

"What? Uh, nothing."

She sighed and kissed me again briefly, "Come on. I can see it on your face and your mind was somewhere out there." She gestured with one hand at the air.

"I... I just like this, a lot. And I'm scared it's not what Lauren was bargaining for."

Lindsey smiled and cradled her head on my shoulder, hugging me to her as I returned the embrace. "I get it. I- She thinks I need this even more than the sex. I was worried too, you know. I love my sister and this could have really... fucked up." She squeezed me a little tighter than released, holding my hands in hers. "We talked. Not exactly like a 'talk' but it came up. She wants to come to State next year so we can live together."

I'm laughed in my chest, "News to me, I thought she wanted to go to New York."

She smiled, "Yeah, I think it's new as of, like, a day or two ago. When we worked"

"So, I guess this is what polyamory is."

Her grin got a little wider and she stood on tip toes to whisper into my ear, "Polyamorous-incest, to be exact."

Lindsey bought a couple of small stocking stuffers as we moved through the mall, and I ended up the 'good boyfriend' standing outside of a few changing rooms holding her purse and bags along with the other dreary looking guys. I wondered if there was some sort of App I could make to turn it into a game or something. Girlfriends everywhere would rejoice as their boyfriends offered to take them shopping. 

Eventually, deep into the mall, we got to our actual destination. Lingerie store. Barely two days before I had gone in with Lauren and Annalise and bought things for Lindsey and Stacey. Lindsey took to the job of shopping for Lauren with as much gusto as her sister had, holding up all kinds of lace, frills, strings and sheer items. At one point she held up a baby blue bra and panties combo, asking what I thought.

I almost choked because it was exactly what I had bought her. I told her it looked fantastic, but we were here for Lauren and her boobs weren't quite as big. Lindsey just giggled and set it down. Phew.

We finally decided on a pair of crotchless white lace panties with a matching sheer 'balconette bra,' which I learned was a type of demi-bra or something. I really wasn't sure what a lot of the words Lindsey and the sales girl were using meant, so I smiled and nodded and agreed when I thought it would look sexy on Lauren.

Thankfully even though I recognized her, the sales girl didn't remember me and we got out of there before she realized we were buying a different size than Lindsey would have worn.

Lindsey graciously offered to hold the lingerie store bag, small and paper but with their logo emblazoned on the side, while I carried everything but her purse. We stopped off at the food court and were sharing a smoothie when I heard a screech behind me. It was one of those 'Oh-my-god-I-haven't-seen-you-in-forever-girl!' screeches and Lindsey made a similar noise, jumping up from the table and rushing past me to hug someone.

Once hair and limbs calmed and some of the high-pitched babbling was over, I realized it was Angela. She'd been in the dream, the one where I had had sex with Stacey and then with Lauren. The one both my sister and girlfriend had experienced along with me.

If I was recalling correctly, I hadn't gotten very far with Angela, but I could certainly remember the feel of her skin on my fingers and the little heart tattoo at the junction of her thumb and forefinger. Lindsey turned, smiling widely, and pulled her old friend over to our table. "Angela, this is Jeremiah," she introduced me.

"Oh, I know," Angela said, leaning over and giving me a little hug. That was a first, though I was more than happy to accept. "I remember, him and your sister were, like, inseparable."

Her hand lingered on my shoulder as the two older girls stood beside the table. My eyes trailed down her body quickly, she was wearing her usual teasing work outfit, a skin tight pencil skirt showing off faint thong lines and a cream, opaque blouse I could catch hints of a red bra through.

Eventually Angela went to grab some food since she was on her dinner break and Lindsey sat down across from me. "So," she said, a sly smirk spreading on her face, "She wants to fuck you."

"Uh, what?"

Lindsey laughed, "Angela, she wants to fuck you. I can tell."

"How the hell would you know that? You talked about school and jobs and stuff for like two minutes."

"Yeah, she also said she didn't have a boyfriend right now, she didn't stop touching you and she remembered who you were and how she knew you but didn't ask where Lauren is. She wants. To fuck. You. Do you wanna fuck her?"

"I- uh..." I looked over to where Angela was in line buying a salad. She caught me looking and smiled, waving.

"That a yes?"

I nodded dumbly and Lindsey laughed again. "Ok, get ahold of yourself big boy. This is what you're supposed to do, right? With your... y'know..." She gestured with her straw at my crotch surreptitiously.

"I guess so. I haven't really gone out of my way to fuck a stranger though."

Lindsey shrugged, "Well, you've got five minutes to get to know her better before you two need to scamper somewhere. She's only got a half-hour break."

Angela was heading back over, a smile on her lips as she swept her long black braid over her shoulder. "Are you sure about this?" I asked. "We were-"

"Oh, I'm sure," Lindsey smiled wickedly. "I mean, I am gonna watch."

I've never considered myself a flirt; honestly, I wasn't even sure what it meant since most of my life as a teen I had spent crushing on my best friend. If Lauren hadn't felt the same way, I would probably have left high school without any game at all. I had absolutely no clue how Lindsey and Stacey were both also interested in me from before I got my magic and made my self-improvements, let alone how I had managed to sway Annalise from desperate to dynamite. It all just sort of... happened.

I had confidence in my body now, so maybe I could juice myself up in the flirting department like I had the physical. Angela sat next to me and picked at her salad and the two girls started talking while I was quiet, trying to figure out what exactly I needed to do. As far as I could tell, flirting was about sending out and receiving signals, so first I made a mental loop of the three of us. Not the psychic connection, but more of an awareness in my mind's eye of who I wanted to effect with this spell.

My second step was to make all three of us more open to and aware of the signals we were throwing out. I had to be careful with the idea of 'open' though; I wanted Angela open to receiving signals, not open to accepting them. She was a gorgeous girl, but I didn't want her doing anything she wouldn't want to. A part of me wondered why I shouldn't just plant the idea in her head that she should fuck me, but I already knew why. Lauren would be disgusted with me doing that, and Lindsey would as well.

The final step to the spell was focused solely on myself; I might not be good at flirting but I wove magic into my intentions, empowering them the slightest bit. My touch would energize slightly, my words would linger in the mind briefly. Nothing more than that.

The spell was surprisingly 'cheap' to cast, even while effecting three different people. I wondered if it had to do with my intentions, or maybe all of the limitations I had put on it.

"And then she blew him right in front of me."

I wasn't ignoring the conversation any more and looked at Lindsey in alarm. Was she seriously telling Angela about our first date at the theatre with Lauren?

"No way," Angela whispered quietly. "Are you serious? Your sister did that?"

Lindsey was grinning like cheshire cat. "Ask him."

Angela turned to me, her hand gently brushing my arm, "Is she lying to me?"

I could feel the spell working, a leak of excitement passing through my arm and into her fingertips. How the hell did I flirt while talking about my girlfriend blowing me though? "She's not lying," I said carefully, trying to figure out how best to work the conversation. "Lauren got on her knees so that Lindsey could watch the whole thing."

"Holy crap," Angela giggled, her hand more fully rubbing my arm now. She turned to Lindsey, "Your sis got wild since I last saw you."

"You have no idea," Lindsey smiled. "I think it was all this guy though, Jeremiah's a stud."

Angela raised her eyebrows and looked at me, "A stud, eh? So what are you two doing together if your sister has him all wrapped up?"

"Present shopping," I said, reaching my other hand over and putting it over hers on my arm. "I wanted to make sure I got Lauren something great because of how open she's been with me." It was a weak innuendo, but hopefully Angela got what I meant.

Her eyebrow cocked questioningly, "Well that's very forward thinking of her. Exactly how open are we talking?"

I fished the lingerie bag out from our little pile and let Angela look inside. The present was small and lacy and expensive.

"Wow, that open, huh?"

I reached up and brushed a pair of lost strands from the side of her face back behind her ear, the little energy leak washing across her cheek, before slipping my hand behind her and spreading out on her back, turning us both to Lindsey, who picked up the conversation.

Just over five minutes after she sat down, Angela stood up and grinned at the two of us. "You're sure this isn't...?" She trailed off, looking between me and Lindsey.

"Oh, it's good," Lindsey smiled back knowingly.

"Wow, cool." Angela said, then took my hand and pulled me to my feet. "Come on, hot stuff."

I allowed myself to be led while wondering at the fact that my spell had worked and Lindsey got up and followed. Angela looked around with a questioning eyebrow raised when she realized Lindsey was still with us.

"Oh, I'm coming too," my blonde bombshell said, crinkling up her nose with a naughty smile. 

Angela made the same face and considered for a moment, then just said, "Kinky." She led the two of us through a small utility hallway and punched in a code on a door marked 'staff only.' Soon she was leading us through the bowels and back halls of the mall, the stark cement bricks a contrast to the neat tile on the face of the building. We passed a few other people from different stores but no one gave us a second glance.

Knocking on and then opening a blank metal door, Angela peeked inside then pulled it open fully revealing a large storage room of halloween decorations. "We'll be good in here," she grinned, turning on a light which provided a minimal yellow glow compared to the glaring halogens through the rest of the complex.

She immediately started unbuttoning her blouse, "We gotta make this quick, I can squeeze an extra five minutes or so but my supervisor will be pissed if we take longer than like fifteen minutes here. You, uh, can last longer than like five right?"

I nodded and Lindsey laughed, "You have no idea."

"Good," Angela grinned, hanging her blouse up on a nearby styrofoam tombstone, "I need a good fucking. My asshole ex had a pencil dick."

She unceremoniously unzipped her skirt and folded it, leaving her in a matching pair of red bra and thong. Demi-bra, I thought in a bit of a daze, pulling the name of the bra from the whirlwind of lingerie shopping.

"Well?" She asked, facing me with her hands on her hips.

"Wow," I said, and closed the distance between us and kissed her. Her head jerked in surprise, hands at my shoulders, but she slowly eased into it until we stopped. The spell was still working, that little bit of energy passing between us, but it felt different than before.

"Wow is right," she said huskily, then turned to Lindsey. "Damn."

Lindsey grinned and tapped her wrist signalling we should speed it up.

Angela dropped to her knees and unzipped me, fishing around in my pants without even unbuckling my belt. "Double damn," she said, pulling my dick out as it hardened in her hands. She immediately took it into her mouth, bobbing up and down and swirling her tongue, quickly getting me hard and wet with her spit. She stopped long enough to look over to Lindsey again, her voice teasing, "You going to help or what, slut?" 

"I'm just here to watch."

"Wow, you really are even more kinky," Angela grinned, then slurped me back into her mouth for another minute before standing and turning. She grabbed onto the wooden brace of a big cutout pumpkin, arched her back and used her other hand to pull the crotch of her thong to the side. "Alright, Jeremiah. Get that big dick in me."

I took her hip in one hand and got myself lined up, rubbing up and down a few times to make sure my head had some of her juices for lube. "Hurry up," she growled, "I said fuck m-"

I speared her and she went quiet except for a sharp hiccup of breath. I slowly stroked her a few times, feeling her pussy grip and stretch around me, then started a quick, even stroke. That energy was still there but it felt very odd now, reminding me of something else.




Font of Fertility Ch. 06



"Oh, shit," she grunted and looked over at Lindsey. "God damn, girl."

Lindsey smirked and unbuckled her own belt, sliding one hand into her pants demurely. "Mhmmm."

I picked up my thrusting into Angela, watching her black braid leap across her back as I pounded into her. That was when I cut the spell because I realized what was happening; that oddly familiar taste coming from my pool of power was like Annalise, and I was building into a burn. I surprised Angela by pulling out suddenly, but even as she was turning to see what was the matter I dropped to my knees, grabbed her little ass with both hands and spread her open, burying my face into the crack and driving my tongue into her cunt while I focused on cutting off the spell and putting a mental shield around the fireworks in my head, stopping the fire-touched power from leaking out during sex with a stranger.

"Hngha," Angela gasped, one hand reaching back and grabbing my hair roughly. "Fucking- what the fuck wow. Ok, fuck, wow so- Yeah right like that." I drove my tongue in and out quickly, pausing briefly to swipe firmly over her lips and clit before going back to tongue fucking her.

"Can I borrow him, like, for more than a quickie?" Angela asked Lindsey, who laughed quietly.

"Probably, gotta ask my sister though."

"What?"

"We're sort of both seeing him, but she's his girlfriend proper like."

"Uuunngh, ok. That's sort of- oh shit, fuck- yeah, ok I get it."

I pulled back and gave one of her butt cheeks a nip with my teeth before standing and quickly sliding my dick back into her now swampy snatch. She groaned loudly, then clapped one hand over her mouth. As I started thrusting I grabbed her other arm and made her let go of the wooden support, stepping us away as I held it behind her back. With my other hand I took a hold on her long braid and wrapped it around my fist a few times until I was gripping the whole thing to the base.

I fucked her hard, pulling her back into me by her hair and arm as her torso hung in mid air and she stifled a series of shrieks. Lindsey, meanwhile, was leaning back against the wall near the door with one hand in her pants obviously playing with herself, a look of concentration on her face. "You have like six minutes," she called breathily.

"Nope, she'll still need to clean herself up."

Angela nodded mutely as I rocked her body.

Letting go of her arm, I wrapped my now empty hand around her bare torso and pulled her upright and began suckling on her neck while I thrust with short strokes at the more awkward angle.

"Hnga, hnga, hnga," she squeaked in her throat, and I bit lightly where I had sucked hard, leaving a hickey. "MMmmfuuuuuuuuck," she groaned out, her hand tightening into a fist and no longer covering her mouth as she came on my dick.

I kept stroking, my own orgasm boiling, just thankfully not literally - the fire inside me was still safely contained even if it was giving a push again the shield I had put up. "I'm gonna come," I grunted into her ear.

"Not- can't in me. Too messy. Come in my mouth."

I let her go and spun her around and Angela immediately dropped to her knees, inhaling my dick. Two thrusts in her mouth and I started coming hard, but the raven haired minx took it gamely, swallowing every shot quickly.

By the time I staggered back from her, still semi-hard, Angela was standing back up. "Is he like that every time?" she asked Lindsey sloppily. She crossed to her and kissed her lightly, "That was, wow. Thanks."

She then crossed back to me, "And you, you fucking rockstar." She kissed me hard, her tongue shoving into my mouth for a brief moment before she went back over to her clothes. I sort of just leaned against some decoration or other, catching my breath and watching the sleek girl as she walked around in her sexy, slightly askew underwear.

Angela fished her phone out of her broad, stylish wallet and tossed it to Lindsey, who already had her pants done back up. "Give me Lauren's number, and Jeremiah here. I'll call your sis tonight if you could give her a heads up?" Lindsey nodded, already typing into the phone. Angela already had her blouse on but unbuttoned when she looked back to me. "And you. Um, I know you've probably got plenty going on if Lauren is anything like her sister, but uh... I'm probably gonna give you a booty call. And I might be super drunk. Is that ok?"

"Sure," I said. I don't think I could have turned her down if I had wanted to. Angela might be a retail clerk and community college student, but she was still fucking hot and had been a power chick when she graduated from our high school. There would always be a piece of me excited to fuck her.

"Sweet," she said, stepping back into her skirt and pulling it up around her waist. "Um, well, thanks."

"My pleasure," I coughed, still a little light headed from the whole experience.

"No, it was definitely mine." She got her phone from Lindsey. "You, uh, might want to get the trouser snake stowed before we head back out."

Once Lindsey and I were back in the car, having left Angela at the clothing store she worked at, I just sat and didn't put the key in the ignition.

"Ok, what the fuck just happened?" I asked.

She snickered, "You got some hot booty and I got to watch a great show."

"Yeah, I got that part, but how the fuck did that come about?"

"I told you, she wanted to fuck you."

I gave her a false glare, "Come on, it doesn't go from 'she wants your body' to us fucking in a back storage room with you watching and everyone is hunkey dorey."

Lindsey sighed, "Ok, so Angela and I had a bit of a thing in high school. We were each other's first girls. Y'know, the whole 'experimentation phase.' We know each other pretty well."

I nodded, leaning my head back. "That makes sense I guess."

"And you're not about to complain."

"No, I'm not."

Lindsey laughed into the comfortable silence between us and I looked over at her. "You left a huge hickey on her neck," she explained. "She probably didn't even know, she's lucky that blouse covered it up. Gonna get a big surprise when she looks in a mirror at home."

I laughed too, remembering how I had gone a little over the top there. I hadn't done anything like that with Lauren or Lindsey, or even Annalise.

"It was kinda hot though, like you marked her as your territory. Not that you need to do that to me," she laughed, holding up her hands defensively.

"Never," I grinned and winked.

I dropped her off where I had picked her up and she left me with the brown paper bag from the lingerie store stuffed into a white unmarked bag from one of her other purchases to hide the contents.

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"What's up?"

I jerked my head, Stacey's voice waking me up from my dozing on the living room sofa. I'd made it home in time for dinner, dodging my mom's requests to know what I had bought Lauren by stuffing myself. The hot food, my extraneous activity over the past few days and the quiet of the house when my parents went down to the basement had me out like a light.

"Mm-what?"

"I asked what's up." She pushed my legs out of the way and sat down on the couch next to me.

"Umm," I said, then yawned. "Nothing just tired I guess."

"I've been thinking about our- yeah."

I sat up fully, trying to get my head clear. "Ok," I said noncommittally. If there was one person I should have been paying more attention to rather than less, it was Stacey. The first time we had fooled around she'd started crying afterwards and I'd manipulated her memory; sure things had gotten better since then and I'd reversed what I did, but still. She of all the girls in my sphere of influence was the only one who was actually my family.

"I think I want to go further. Like all the way."

I raised my eyebrows, "Ok."

"I mean, I know it's wrong. But after the last time we- yeah. After the last time I haven't really stopped thinking about it. I feel like i'm some fourteen year old boy, I've had sex on the brain for days. And it's almost always with you. I didn't even want to flirt with the hot guys at the gym today. And it's your stupid fault." She hit me on the arm and I had no idea why she was suddenly upset.

"I didn't say anything when you got home from your friends cause I thought maybe seeing you would change my mind, but then you went out again and I got fucking jealous as shit that you were going out of your way to get Lauren something nice and I couldn't be that girl."

Uh-oh, I thought. Stage four clinger.

"But then I realized it wasn't that I was jealous of that, it was that I felt like I was in handcuffs or something. I want to do stuff like that for you too, but we've never been those sort of siblings before so it would be weird. I think I want... It's fucking weird but I want to try and be with you, but then there's Lauren and I feel totally guilty about that, and then I realize I should be more guilty about the fact that we're brother and sister-"

I kissed her to make her shut up. Stacey had never been great with her feelings and this might have been the third time in my entire life I'd heard her try and describe her state of mind. Shrek said it best; layers like an onion.

She kissed me back immediately but I kept it short since we already dancing on thin ice talking about this with our parents in the house.

"Stace, I love you too."

She smiled and blushed and I pulled her to me in a hug. Much more brotherly, even if I was more focused on her rock hard nipples pushing into my chest than anything else.

"I want to do this," I said quietly, less distraught than she had been feeling once she got going. "But you need to know I'm in love with Lauren too. There's, well it's hard to explain. There's some stuff going on, but if you really do want this to happen you're going to need to talk to her, ok?"

Stacey cocked her head, "I don't- she might be ok with... us?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "Like I said, it's hard to explain like this and honestly I'm really tired and not really thinking straight right now. Just trust me, we'll talk to Lauren together. You might be surprised by her."

Stacey's brow was furrowed in confusion but she nodded her ascent, "Ok. I... well I trust you. And I love you too."

She kissed me lightly, just a little over the line from sisterly, and stood up. "Maybe we can do that tomorrow. Christmas Eve, we'll be at their house for dinner like always."

"Yeah," I said. "Tomorrow."

Stacey left me sitting on the couch, trying to blink away my exhaustion. It didn't work.

I slept like the dead. 

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Driving down the long dirt road to home felt different. At any other point in my life I'm sure it would have been the sex; but right now it was something else. The air streaming in from the open window of my beat up old truck smelled sweeter. The Arizona heat didn't feel oppressive. Even my old house looked nicer, clean and homely.

Ok, so maybe some of it was the sex. I've dealt with post-orgasm bliss, so maybe the sheer number of orgasms had to do with how long this particular bliss was lasting. Not that it was helping the ache.

Jeremiah fucked me way past what I had ever experienced before. Fuck, I thought to myself, he's just in high school though. And he's taken. That didn't stop me from wanting to fuck him again. Lauren too.

I'd never been into chicks growing up, but with her it had been sexy and fun and everything 'experimenting' was supposed to be. Call me a scientist, but I should apply for a government grant for all the experimenting I could do with her.

Pulling my truck up next to my moms sedan, I hopped out and swiped a finger across the window, a streak of grime coming away. Dirt and dust was a fact of life out in the desert, but it didn't look like she'd run any errands for a few days.

I jogged up the porch stairs and walked right in, the door unlocked. "Mum, I'm home. Maya," I called, kicking off my shoes at the door. "It's me, Annalise."

Nothing. The lights were all out, it was like the house was empty. Silence.

"Hello?" I called again with a little more trepidation. Jeremiah had made his decision, the Proclamation meant everything should be better. It was supposed to be fixed.

A metallic clank echoed dully through an open window. It came from the greenhouses behind the house. My father's greenhouses. 

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Font of Fertility Ch. 07



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All characters are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I would suggest reading the previous chapters if you have not already. This chapter includes teasing, light exhibitionism, incest (bro/sis, sis/sis), group (mfff) and anal.

Teasing and temptation with Stacey and a big Christmas miracle for Jeremiah and the girls.

Thanks to Ante_matter for edits and the anonymous fan for their scene suggestion.

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***1 - An Almost Normal Day***

I woke up hollow again and it took me a moment to realize that I was missing the feeling of someone next to me. My first incoherent thought was wondering where Lauren was, but quickly turned to where Stacey might have been.

Lauren couldn't sleep in my bed at home, at least not yet, and as I lay there I hazily thought about the afternoon I had spent in her room not even a week ago. We had fucked in earnest and then spent hours lazily loving each other. More than any other event in the past two weeks, that was my favourite. Yes, bringing her sister Lindsey into our torrid, magically fuelled escapades had been amazing, and so had fucking Annalise until the three of us were totally spent, but learning what the real meaning of 'whispering sweet nothings' was still made me smile. It was the most normal thing we had done together and the memory was sweet instead of lusty.

Lauren, Lindsey, and now Stacey. As I yawned and slowly sat up in bed, visions of my sister flitted through my head - her lithe body teasing me in my half-dream state. She wanted to be more than what we were, wanted more from me than we had already done - the change scared me a little bit, but I was mostly elated at the prospect. I had always loved my sister, but I had also lusted after her over the years and that was going to be fulfilled. Hopefully sometime soon.

With Lindsey, bringing her into my quickly growing 'harem' had felt as natural as being with Lauren. They might have been sisters, but they had quickly developed into lovers in their own right as well. Will it be the same with us? I thought, considering Stacey. Then I realized how easily I had been slinging around the term harem in my mind and I was a little shocked at myself. When Adama, the obscene mentor figure teaching me to use my magical abilities, had first told Lauren and I that I would need a harem of girls to power those abilities it hadn't really clicked in what that meant. I mean come on, that was moments after I lost my virginity, my mind was a little preoccupied at the time.

Less than two weeks later I had two, nearly three, people who had been close to me in one way or another my entire life in that circle. Not to mention others more than willing to boink me whenever I wanted; Annalise and Angela from the mall were welcome, that bitch Emily Roberts from school was throwing herself at me for some reason, and maybe even my english teacher Mrs. Morrison was interested if I was reading the signs right. The world had gone topsy-turvey and I was just along for the ride.

All of that going on, and I still felt like I was missing something. The fact that I woke up alone bothered me - I didn't just want sex, I wanted a life full of relationships. I wanted to wake up next to Lauren and snuggle in close as we tried to ignore the alarm clock for just one more minute, or maybe drift awake to find her already in the shower and interrupt her morning by slipping inside with her. And not just with Lauren, I wanted that with Lindsey and I wanted that with Stacey. Maybe all the sex was going to my head.

Staggering downstairs, my musings were interrupted by the one woman in my life who seemed to be completely oblivious to the changes in me.

"Well, look who finally rose from the grave, and at only 10:30 in the morning," Mom said as she set her book down and eyed me from her seat at the kitchen table. "Merry Christmas Eve, Jeremiah."

I walked over and kissed her on the top of the head before heading to the cupboard for a box of cereal. "Morning Mom. You have anything going today?"

"Not much, I think your Father still has some gift shopping to finish off so I'll be around the house all day. Don't forget about-"

"The Baxley-Grant Family dinner." Stacey finished Mom's sentence as she staggered down the stairs looking as if she were still half asleep. "Coffee?"

Mom pointed her to the half-full pot and then gave Stacey a disapproving glance once her daughter's back was turned. My sister was wearing a shirt I think I'd seen her in when she was twelve, the tiny thing baring most of her taut midriff and clearly showing she wasn't wearing a bra as her pointed nipples paraded in front of her. The only other thing she had on was a pair of old panties that were probably a size or two too small as well. "Ahem," Mom said once Stacey had her steaming mug and turned around, leaning on the counter.

Stacey quirked an eyebrow and followed my Mother's glance down at her body before blushing and heading for the stairs. "Sorry, I just wanted-"

"Coffee." My mother finished for her.

My mom and I chatted for a bit, which turned into her mostly grilling me about Lauren and I. How had we started dating, how was the first date, how did our friends Jay and Benji feel? I stopped the conversation when she asked if we had kissed yet, knowing if she kept asking questions she would end up figuring out some things she just did not need to know.

I had finished my cereal and was clearing up the dishes, mom having gone into the family room to read some more, when Stacey made her second appearance of the morning. She sauntered into the kitchen, glanced over her shoulder at our mother in the next room, then walked right up to me and kissed me.

It wasn't a sibling-kiss. Full tongue, body rubbing against mine and pressing me into the counter. She was wearing one of her heavy duty sports bras and stretchy yoga pants, her muscled tummy bare as my hands drifted to her sides and my thumbs traced over her abs. She smelled sweet and sharp, her freshly applied deodorant still fragrant on her, and her auburn hair was messy but pulled back in a pony tail.

She hummed into my mouth as we ended the kiss, looking slightly up at me due to our height difference. "Mmm, morning bro," she grinned, reaching past me for the cereal box I had just put away. "Once I'm done you wanna work out a bit?"

"Sure," I said. She was still standing in front of me, her pelvis leaning close and brushing against the hard head of my dick as it tented my shorts. She knew exactly what she was doing to me and the look in her eye said she loved the fact that she could tease me so easily. "Five minutes?"

"Sounds good." She turned and for a brief moment backed up into me. Stacey still had the best ass I had ever seen, and that included the hours and hours I had spent watching porn. Each cheek was like it's own little half-globe, firm and tight; the idea of being able to bounce a quarter off of her wasn't hard to believe.

She sauntered over to the kitchen table, winking at me as I openly adjusted my dick in my shorts so that I could walk back past our currently oblivious mother. I made it upstairs and changed into some tighter briefs, trying to keep control of my magically-enlarged dick, before throwing on some workout gear and meeting my sister in the basement. She had a little workout area down there in an unfinished portion with some simple weights; usually she just did yoga and cardio at home in the living room in front of the TV, and left the weight lifting and stuff to the gym, but with our mother reading we didn't want to disturb her.

Stacey eyed me up when I came down the basement stairs, obviously looking for the bulge in my pants. "You ready to sweat?" she asked with a grin.

"Let's do it," I replied, clapping my hands together.

It was only the second time I had worked out with my sister, but this time I knew what she was talking about when she suggested our next exercise. Stacey still thought I had been working out for the past six months in order to get in shape and feel confident when I asked Lauren out, so it had been a little awkward that first time when she had needed to correct my pushup stance, or explain what stretches I should have been doing.

Now, with at least some of her knowledge passed on to me, I was keeping up easily and the the competitive streak in her flared. Stacey liked to win a lot; it was one of the reasons family game night had become family movie night - she hated it when I beat her. Those were probably the only times we had fought when we were younger. Now she had more self control, but I could still see the look in her eye as she pushed herself to do one more set of sit-ups, one more rep with the weights, to try and outdo me.

I was heaving for breath after we did pull-ups with a bar mounted to a ceiling brace and Stacey slapped my ass in a sportsmanlike way, "Come on bro, not getting tired yet are you?"

This had to stop, I could tell she was just as tired as I was but wanted to win so much she was hiding it. In response I slapped her ass, but instead of doing it like I was a football player I let my hand cup her buttcheek, squeezing for a moment and feeling her up. Stacey faltered and turned to me, the look in her eyes changing in the type of passion. She licked her lips and adjusted the straps of her athletic bra; the mood had clearly changed dramatically.

"Squats," she said, turning around so that her back was to me. "You probably haven't been doing them, but they're great for your legs, your ass, your lower back, even your core. Just stand behind me and copy what I'm doing."

I followed her directions and watched as she spread her legs apart at about shoulder width, then bent at the knees and hips while keeping her back straight, squatting down until her ass was a couple of inches from her ankles, then slowly raising back up. Her ass looked fucking amazing in the tight yoga pants as she repeated the motion. Stacey looked over her shoulder at me with a grin and a silly wiggle of her eyebrows, "This is a really good exercise for practicing other things too. Riding a bucking bronco for example."

There was no way I couldn't have caught the innuendo as I watched her do another squat.

"Come on Jerry," Stacey teased, "Try it out."

My legs were burning by the time she called it quits, rubbing her hands into her muscles hard to ease the ache in them. "Ok, time to cool down. Have you ever tried yoga?"

I don't think what she was showing me was regular yoga. There was a whole lot of ass-in-the-air poses, a bunch of legs-spread-apart poses, and more than a few that had her head near my crotch while she looked to my face. I was almost at my limit with the teasing when she did her back arch, her arms over her head and feet braced as she pushed her pelvis and abdomen to the sky, her tightly muscled belly flexing as she breathed in and out and her small tits pressing out against her bra.

Her phone bingled and she released, slipping onto her back before rolling onto her belly and standing sinuously to walk over to where it was plugged in. As she was texting someone my phone bingled as well and when I checked it, Lauren had texted.

Coming over - Jay and Benji want to show us something. 15min. 

I texted back confirming then looked to Stacey, who was unplugging her charger from the wall. "Looks like we're done for now," she sighed, strolling over to me and wrapping her arms around me in a hug. "That was a good workout, but I can't wait until we can really hit the cardio hard."

Her pelvis was grinding against mine again as we hugged each other and she looked up at me. "Neither can I," I replied. "Lauren's gonna be here in 15 too, mind if I take the first shower?"

"Uhm, I have some friends coming by to pick me up in like twenty. I was kinda hoping to go first."

"My showers are quicker," I countered.

"Yeah, but that doesn't help the fact that you use up all the hot water," Stacey grimaced.

"Well..." I said, trailing off. I looked from her to the stairs then back, then we were racing.

I made it to the stairs first and was halfway up when I felt her fingers catch my workout shorts and yank them down to my ankles. I had to stop at the top of the stairs and pull them up, trying to block her from passing with my butt, but she squeezed past. Our mom said something about no roughhousing as we ran past her, her nose still in her book and some jazz singer belting a christmas tune from the stereo.

Catching up to Stacey as she was opening the upstairs washroom door, I picked her up by the waist as she shrieked her laughing indignation and hauled her down the hall into her room, tossing her onto the bed and then turning and sprinting for the washroom. I slammed the door behind me and turned on the shower, stripping quickly. "I got first!" I yelled.

The door opened as I was stepping into the shower and Stacey walked in, leaning against the counter and crossing her arms. "Go ahead," she said, her eyes trailing down my body and fixating on my dick for a moment before raising back to meet my eyes.

I shrugged and left the shower curtain open, dousing my head in the stream of water. We'd gone way past seeing each other naked, and what with all of the other things I'd been doing with girls recently having one watch me shower might have been the most innocent, even if it was my sister. As I wiped the water from my eyes though, I found Stacey stripping off her yoga pants and panties, her bra already lying on the floor.

Her body was hard and thin and muscled where Lauren's was athletic but still had a softness. Stacey pulled her thick auburn hair out of the ponytail she'd had it up in and shook it out briefly, setting her small tits to wiggling on her chest briefly. They were what some guys called 'mosquito bites,' nearly flat chested like a boy, but she didn't come close to the breast size of the Baxley sisters. Her nipples were as hard as ever, easily over half an inch long and begging to be teased.

Stacey licked her lips again as she looked me over one last time before stepping into the shower with me, taking my hand as I offered it to help her step over the side of the tub. "Might as well share," she said lowly with a twinkle in her eye. "We're siblings after all."

I stepped back and allowed her to step into the stream of water, watching her body move as she ran her fingers through her hair, letting it soak through. I put my hands on her waist lightly and she leaned back into me, my hard dick pressing into her ass and back between us. I circled her waist and slowly slid my hands up her abdomen, watching the water cascade over her hard body, until my hands slid up and over her tits, nipples catching on my fingers until I let them slip between my middle and ring fingers on either side, pinching them lightly in between as I palmed the rest of her small breasts.

"Mmm," she moaned softly in her throat. "You have nice hands." Hers were still up in her hair, but she reached back and up, weaving them into mine instead as she rotated her hips, grinding her ass back at me. I massaged her chest, rubbing her nipples between my fingers, and our breathing slowed to match each other.

"We need to pick this up," Stacey sighed, then turned in my grasp and flashed me a wicked grin. "You should wash your hair, I think I can take care of down here." She knelt at my feet as she grabbed my body wash, squirting some into her hands before she delicately started rubbing it into my crotch. We were on a clock, particularly since I didn't want to get caught by our mother sharing a shower like this with my sister, so I tried to enjoy myself while also washing my hair. I was mostly done when I felt Stacey take me in her mouth, sucking me hard and quickly while wiping soap out of her way with her hands as I rinsed my hair.

When I was done rinsing I eased her off of me and back to standing. "Your turn," I said simply, kneeling down myself as I turned her around so that her ass was pointed back at me. I soaped her up quickly, my hands running over her muscled thighs and thick ass cheeks, which she flexed under my touch with a giggle. I also carefully soaped her pussy, not really sure how girls really cleaned themselves down there other than that one time I had showered with Lauren. She moaned as my fingers trailed along her slit while she worked shampoo into her hair and scalp. I rinsed her as best I could, then nudged her legs apart until she was standing as widely spread as the tub would allow.

Stacey helpfully leaned forward and arched her back, giving me more of an opening to push my face forward and begin eating her out from behind. I used my lips and tongue to blindly get at any part of her I could, my forehead and cheeks gloriously pressed into her ass, which flexed against me repeatedly as I hit some of her sweet spots with my tongue. Stacey moaned her way lightly through rinsing, conditioning and then rinsing out her hair again as I plundered her depths, squeezing her wonderful ass with both hands and spreading her apart so that I could drive my tongue deeper into her, my nose nudging against her back door before I brought my tongue to it, teasing her asshole lightly before returning to the hot juices leaking from her pussy.

"Done," she breathed heavily as she stepped away from me. I stood and Stacey had her arms wrapped around my neck and was kissing me heavily, our tongues dancing a swordfight of parry and thrust as our hands roamed slick, wet and muscled bodies. I was rock hard, she was dripping. We were ready.

Stacey lifted one foot and set it on the edge of the tub, spreading herself open and she fished my dick around and ran the head against her hot center. I tingled in her grasp, her fingers along my shaft and the head begging to find it's place in her. She took a deep breath and raised up on tiptoes, positioning me properly so she could sink down onto my dick.

"Wait," I gasped, the word ripping from my chest through all of the pleasure, "We can't. Not yet."

"What?" Stacey groaned in surprise.

"Lauren," I said, "We need to talk to Lauren first. That's the deal."

She still had my dick in her hand, rubbing my head against her labia desperately, "But... no..."

"I'm sorry," I said, letting go of her and moving her barely an inch away, but enough that we weren't conjoined. "I'm sorry."

"I- what?" She stammered.

I turned her around forcefully, mirroring our position when she first got in the shower with me standing behind her, except this time I was off to the side and my dick was jutting out past her hip. I slid my hands down her body until one slipped between her legs, quickly burying two fingers into her steamy pussy while the other brought fingers down to diddle at her clit.

"No sex," I said breathily, "That was the deal last night. No sex until we talk to her. But we can still get off."

Her hand came up and she grabbed my dick, quickly starting to jerk me off. "Ok," she groaned, "Ok."

Our shower lasted twelve minutes, give or take. Most of that was Stacey and I leaning against each other as we worked each other over with our hands. I came first, shooting my load onto the shower wall as Stacey wanked it out of me with a firm grip, and she followed quickly once she let go and just let me support her weight as her knees buckled through her own finger-induced orgasm.

I couldn't keep my hands away from her while we were drying off, palming her ass and kneading it, fingers delving between her muscled cheeks and teasing at her holes below. "You know you have the greatest ass in the world, right?" I said quietly to her.

She smiled and snorted, "Yeah, ok."

"I'm serious, Stace. I could spend hours just playing with your sexy tush."




Font of Fertility Ch. 07



"Promise?" she asked with a sexy grin and a spark in her eyes.

"Absolutely," I said, leaning down and kissing her while I used both hands to grab her ass, spreading her cheeks as the middle finger on either one prodded at her back door.

"Oooh," she said, wriggling out of my grasp. "I dunno if I should let you. Feels like you're asking for something I've never let anyone do before."

"If you don't want that, I won't-" I started, but she quieted me with a soft kiss.

"I didn't say I wouldn't ever let someone play down there," she smirked, then she slipped out of the washroom with a wink over her shoulder, completely naked with clothes in hand as she darted to her room. I followed suit, quickly changing and heading down to meet Lauren where she was waiting outside.

I got into the passenger seat and turned to kiss Lauren, but instead she smacked me in the arm with a rolled up magazine. And then she hit me two more times for good measure.

"Hey, what gives?" I asked. 

She didn't look angry, just exasperated, which was a good sign. "We need to talk about something," she said.

The gears in my mind ground and stuttered, trying to find the thing I had done to annoy her, finally landing on how I had fucked one of Lindsey's old friends from high school. I'd been occupied with getting ready to tell her about what had just happened with Stacey and had totally forgotten about the afternoon before. "I know I need to tell you about Angela. I figured since Lindsey was there-"

"Not that dorkus," Lauren said, hitting me in the arm again. "Though I do want to hear about that. I mean this." She held out the rolled up magazine and I took it from her, confused.

Unrolling it, it took me a moment to realise the pretty blonde on the cover was Lauren. WORLD WIDE WITCH, it was called and the picture on the cover was Lauren posing in in a sports bra and boyshort panties. She looked fantastic, her hair loose and her body glistening as if she had just finished a hard workout, smiling broadly and glowing with endorphins. 

'Meet the Woman behind the Seat on pg 23,' the largest caption read. Others included 'Six Ways to Alakazam your Wardrobe this Winter,' 'Seventeen Spells to Look Like Lauren,' and 'Fire Mage Fiasco: New Seat Lays Down the Law.'

"Um," I said.

"Yeah, 'Um.' This was in our mail as I was leaving and was addressed to me. My mom seems to think I've gotten a subscription to Cosmo, but as soon as I looked at it the magazine changed to this!"

"Well, you look really good," I mumbled.

"Read the article."

I flipped to page twenty-three and there was another picture of Lauren, this time in the skirt-and-blouse outfit she had worn the day after we first had sex. 

 Meet Lauren, the Prime of new Seat of Fertility Jeremiah Grant... It went on, giving details about Lauren like how she was a cross country runner and how she did well in school. Whoever had wrote the article talked up our long-standing romance, gushing about how we had been in love for years but hadn't known how to show it to each other. It was flattering and poignant and more than a little creepy. How did they know all of this?

The end of the article brought the reader back to present day, and as I read it I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Of course, our new, young and virile Seat of Fertility has been putting sweet Lauren through her paces. While his awakening was expected, his local community certainly wasn't prepared for his arrival. WWW reporter Lovelia Pascher sat down with a local young witch who had a run in with the pair at their high school just days after Jeremiah Grant ascended. To listen to the interview, swipe HERE.

I tentatively pressed my finger to the page and the ink words swirled, forming into a small Play-Stop-Rewind sequence on the page. I pressed play and the car filled with a small burst of static before an obviously obfuscated voice started talking, the tones hiding her identity.

"I mean, like, after the Proclamation I knew Jeremiah was the seat but it didn't really click that a fertility mage is going to your school. Seeing it right in front of you is a total eye opener."

"Exactly what did you see?" The female reporter, whose voice wasn't changed, asked.

"Well it was after gym and the class went to the girls' locker room to take a shower, and there they were - Jeremiah Grant and Lauren. No way I could mistake what they were doing either - she was pretty out of it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It was way more than just making out. They were, like, totally doing it. Like, intercourse. While we were watching, he made this wiggle with his hips and Lauren just... she, er, forcefully ejected bodily fluids - and then they realized we were watching and he left. I felt relieved, honestly. I mean, there's always those rumors about fertility mages, but the scary part is maybe I'm a bit disappointed. I mean, if you can believe the rumors, a fertility mage ought to be able to handle half a dozen girls without breaking into a sweat, so why did he just walk away? I mean, we were right there after all."

"Do you feel traumatized by what you've seen?" The reporter asked, obviously prodding for a tantalizing quote for a headline.

"Since we saw him naked, me and my friend have had like recurring, um, 'anatomically correct nightmares.' I mean, those dreams are totally realistic. Like, you can count the veins. I mean, with what he's packing - what I saw - what I think I saw - it's, like, it ought to be illegal."

"What are you going to do now?"

"Well, Prom is six months away. I've talked about the issue with my parents, and with their love and support I think I can avoid, like, throwing myself at him until then. But if we were to go to the same college, I don't know if I could handle that."

The audio clip ended and the writing reorganized itself on the page back into the written article.

Which university will Jeremiah Grant attend next year? Send in your divinations yesterday and win a box of Bitterny Rears new 'Magical Sensations' perfume, guaranteed to make you feel like you've had an encounter with you know who. Remember to check out next month's special issue, when we give you all the juicy details of Jeremiah Grant himself.

"Um," I said into the silence of the car.

"Yeah. There's another article about Annalise and the Judgement, though it doesn't mention many details," Lauren said, closing the magazine in my hands. "This is really crazy. I don't know whether I should feel like a celebrity or super creeped out. How did they find all of that stuff out about me?"

"Some of it they could probably have just googled," I said, "But the stuff about us? I'm not sure. The article mentions divination at the end - I hadn't even thought about that kind of magic. Divination, augury, all that sort of stuff."

"I don't like it," Lauren frowned. "And the fact that they somehow got a picture of me after working out at home... what else have these people been seeing?"

"I know, I don't like it either. I can fix it though, I think, but not now. I'll do it tonight and get both of our families in the same spell. No one gets to spy on us."

Lauren nodded, then took the magazine from me and stowed it in the pocket behind my seat. As she was leaning back and towards me to reach I moved in and kissed her. She smiled into it and her hand came up and wove into my hair, keeping me in place as she kissed me back. When we finished she had a twinkle in her eye.

"You look beautiful today, by the way. And hello," I smiled.

"Hey," she said back, and then leaned in to kiss me again.

It was a few minutes before there was a knock on Lauren's window. We both jumped a little, getting startled out of our own little world, and turned to find Stacey waiting for Lauren to lower her window.

"I thought you were in a big rush, Jerry," Stacey said with a smirk and a laugh, though I thought I saw something else hidden in her eyes. "Hey Lauren, see you tonight for dinner." She left, walking down the driveway to where her friend had parked on the street.

Lauren turned back to me with a cocked eyebrow, "Alright, now what was that about?"

As she drove I told her everything that had happened since I last saw her the day before - about going shopping for a present for her with Lindsey and fucking Angela, which her sister had already told her about, and then about my sleepy conversation with Stacey later that night, followed up by the events of the morning. By the end of it, Lauren was driving past Jay's house instead of pulling into the driveway.

"Um?" I asked.

"We're getting another first done. Right now," she replied, pulling onto a side road. She flashed me a smoldering glance and drove until she found a secluded spot in a wooded lot; I was already starting to get hard in anticipation.

"Car sex," Lauren mumbled as she leaned over and started making out with me again, already having parked and pulled the keys out of the vehicle. "Mmmm." I'd brought my hands up and helped her slide from under the steering wheel and over until she was straddling me in the passenger seat. It was a mirror to how we had ended up after our first date, making out in the dark for the first time.

Now I knew what she liked though, and put that to good use. One hand gathered the hair at the back of her head and pulled it back, turning her face to the ceiling as I kissed down her throat. As she moaned again I could feel the vibration through my lips while my other hand undid the buttons on her blouse until her chest and bra were free. I continued kissing my way down her chest and she wreathed both of her hands in my hair and pulled me to her, grinding her hips down on mine.

I let go of her and used both hands to grab her jean-clad ass, gripping firmly through the skin tight pants and pulling her more tightly against me. I was licking and nipping at her cleavage now and she chuckled the warm, sweet laugh that I loved so much.

"Fuck me," she moaned in my ear, bending her head down to do so, "Fuck me in the back seat."

I pulled away from her chest. "Wait, do you want to fuck in the back seat, or fuck in the back seat." I squeezed her ass on the second one.

She snorted and laughed again. "Just the back seat, dummy. Maybe we'll back seat later."

We moved to the back bench seat of her car and fucked, my pants around my knees and her jeans and panties hanging from one leg, shoes still on. It was hasty and nothing special happened, but it was just between the two of us and as we panted, kissed and humped at each other I felt like this was the way we were supposed to be. Lauren and I had only started fucking a little over a week ago; we were supposed to be enjoying each other in this sort of hurried, don't-get-caught kind of pressure relief of teen sweethearts. We moved from Lauren riding me in the back seat to me standing outside the car, fucking her in missionary position as she lay on the seat, and eventually we got daring enough that Lauren had me fuck her bent over the hood of the car.

"First sex outdoors," she grinned and panted as I lay partially on top of her, still semi-hard and lodged as deep as I could. "Two for one."

I couldn't help laughing softly as I collected myself.

We finally made it to Jay's house once we had gotten ourselves cleaned up. When we pulled into the driveway Benji peaked under the quarter-open garage door and quickly lifted it all the way up as we parked and got out of the car.

"Alright children," Lauren joked, "What's going on?"

Jay and Benji were practically giggling with excitement standing next to a large, lumpy object on the garage floor covered with an old bedsheet. "Oh, hey guys," Jay said falsely casual. "We've just been changing the world while you two have been disappeared all weekend."

I glanced to Lauren, who was rolling her eyes, and sighed sarcastically. "And what global innovation have you two come up with?"

"Ok, so it's not that big a deal," Benji said, "But it's definitely 'you should have been here' cool."

"What is it, dorks?" Lauren demanded.

"From the astounding minds of Jay and Benji," Jay said, motioning for Benji to pull off the bedsheet, "We present - the Super Drone."

It was one ugly piece of machinery. Probably four feet across, it looked like the product of a mad scientist who had lost his last few marbles.

"What is it?" Lauren asked.

"I told you, a Super Drone."

I blinked and tilted my head, trying to reconcile the words with the... thing.

"Ok, so we were playing Call of Duty for like, twenty hours straight," Benji exclaimed, "and then we were like, 'Hey, this drone is pretty sweet, wouldn't it be cool if we had one?' and then we were 'Well, why not build one?' and so we did."

"It's bigger than the one in the game but it does a bunch of cool stuff," Jay said, picking up a huge remote control that looked as equally cobbled together. "We started with the hobby drone kits Mark left behind when he moved out and put them all together, then added a bunch of cameras and one or two other little treats." Mark was Jay's older brother by eight years, making Jay the 'oops' child of the family, and had moved across the country the previous year.

"Does it work?" I asked.

"Does it work he says," Jay snorted derisively. "Of course it works."

"Maybe," Benji admitted. "We were waiting for you guys to show before we tested it."

"I just want to know how far back I should stand so that I'm not in the blast radius," Lauren deadpanned.

"It's not explosive," Jay said, waving his hand dismissively.

"Not really explosive," Benji hedged.

"Right, I'll stand out here," Lauren stepped back out of the garage.

I went and stood next to Jay and looked at the big remote control he was holding, festooned with knobs and dials and capped with an ipad running some sort of hacked app. "So, have you even turned it on yet?"

Jay flicked a switch and the ipad display changed, flickering with a bluetooth icon for a moment before the 'drone' started to hum. He turned to me and grinned, "I have now."

"Check the camera's first," Benji said excitedly, hovering over the drone.

"Camera One is working," Jay said, then toggled two switches. The screen on the ipad changed from a low view of the floor and wall of the garage to pointing outside, Lauren's legs in the frame. "Camera Two is working."

"It's camera four I want to know about."

Another couple of toggles and the ipad screen went bright green before darkening to a fuzzy green of the floor and wall again. "Camera Three works, we have night vision."

"Are you serious?" I asked, starting to nerd out.

"Cannibalized my Call of Duty Collector's Edition night vision goggles to do it," Benji grumbled lightheartedly. "What about Camera Four?"

Jay toggled again and the screen went blank, "No, Camera Four isn't working." Benji groaned and Jay turned to me, "Thermal vision. The app is supposed to make it work but I haven't figured it out yet."

"You guys are insane," Lauren said from outside. "When was the last time you slept?"

"I dunno, yesterday?" Jay shot back. "When was the last time you two managed to keep your hands off each other for longer than an hour, Miss 'We're-so-good-at-it-we-do-it-in-the-locker-room?'"

"Why would we want to do that?" Lauren quipped back, "Sleep, eat, sex. That's your life exactly except you only fuck yourself."

"Harrharr, Jay can't get any, real funny," he replied sarcastically.

"So does this thing fly or not?" I asked, interrupting their squabble. Lauren and Jay were, or at least had been, the most athletic of the four of us and that had led to a bit more 'alpha' personality clashes between the two of them. Of course, Jay didn't know about my situation change.

"Let's see," he said, "Benji, step back." Once Benji had, Jay flipped a couple of switches and then slowly shifted a throttle knob while holding the remote horizontal. The blades within the twelve circular propeller bays began to whir, filling the air with a soft hum as they sped up.

"That's half power," Jay said to no one in particular, continuing to slowly turn the throttle knob. 

The humming grew louder as the propeller blades continued to speed up, the breeze created by them rustling papers and leaves to the corner of the garage. The homemade drone didn't move though.

"Three quarters," Jay said a little desperately.

It was a dumb idea, really. A super-drone with night and thermal vision? Lauren was probably right that Jay and Benji were grasping at straws here. Still, it would be so cool. Looking at the pleading expression on Jay's face for the thing to work, and Benji's expectant faith as he stared it down, I decided just a little help wouldn't be remiss - these were my best friends after all.

Reaching into the pool of power at the back of my consciousness, I grazed the surface briefly before dipping a figurative toe into it, almost like I was tasting it. The last time I had cast a spell there had been a fire mixed into it, the remnants of my experience with Annalise making it, and me, more combustible. Now it felt clean, fresh and warm like a lake on a beautiful summer day but as powerful as a hurricane as it tried to pull me in, wanting to be funneled into spells.

Holding that power, I knelt down as if I was examining the drone and focused on the machine. It was clearly too heavy even for the eight overpowered propellers they had jury rigged, so the easiest thing to do was just make it lighter.

The drone hopped about a foot in the air then landed back on the ground, Jay and Benji whooping and high fiving each other. I stood with a grin, releasing the pool, and high fived them both as they babbled almost incoherently, then looked over to Lauren. She had one eyebrow raised as she looked at me with a 'I-know-what-you-did-and-it-was-dumb' expression. I just smiled and shrugged and she rolled her eyes, stepping forward with a small smile of her own.

"Ok, so it got off the ground," she said. "Now let's see it fly."

We spent the afternoon at Jay's house playing around with the drone and then gaming in his basement. The 'superdrone,' as Benji kept calling it, was pretty impressive once I had cast the spell to lighten its load. With four cameras and a little winch so that it could pick things up, there wasn't much more room on it but Benji wanted to mount a nerf gun to it with a laser sight, while Jay wanted to cannibalize a paintball gun and give it 'real firepower.' I was just glad my spell wouldn't help out with those ideas.

As we lounged in the basement, the four of us laughing and talking smack as we stared at the pixels on the television, I had this odd sense of peacefulness. Nostalgia? Not two weeks ago the four of us had been doing this exact same thing in this exact same place, yet somehow it already felt distant. How many more times were we going to just hang out like this?

Lauren turned in her seat on the couch and leaned up against me, head on my shoulder. I glanced down at her and she was looking back, a soft smile on her lips. She leaned her neck up and kissed me on the cheek before turning back to the game.

Now that certainly hadn't been happening two weeks ago. I think I'm ok with this changing.

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"Why are you doing this?" I cried, the tears hot on my cheeks as I glared daggers at him.

My father turned away from what he was working on and sneered at me coldly. I hadn't seen kindness in his eyes for a long time, they had been hard since I ascended, but he'd never had such pure hate for me before.

"Because you need to be controlled, you Jezebel whore," he spat out. The glass panes of the greenhouse rattled as the overgrown flora vibrated, mirroring his rage. I could still see hints of the oasis he had created when I was little, a flower here and there amongst the vines and weeds.




Font of Fertility Ch. 07



I hung my head and shivered, the cold water running in rivulets down my face. At first it had burst into steam when it touched me, but I was running out of anger. The wet vines holding my wrists and the soggy wooden shackles were scorched but unbroken by my struggles, the constant sprinkler he had over me dousing my early attempts at breaking free.

"Why do you hate me?" I whispered to his back.

He was still for a long moment, then turned and stalked up to me, grabbing my chin in his grimy, soil-stained hands and making me look him in the eye. "Because you are a devil and I am a god," he said, pushing my face away roughly.

He went back to his table and I hung my head, trying to stifle my sobs. I had to be strong for my sister.

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***2 - Family Dinner***

Lauren dropped me off at home with a kiss and a wink. "See you in an hour," she smiled before peeling away. The Christmas Eve Baxley-Grant Family Dinner had been a tradition for six years now, starting with the Christmas Eve that the Baxley's had been spending in a hotel because of a Real Estate Agent's fuck up. Their old house had been sold and the new owners took possession but the new house still had the old owners in it for another month.

One of the rules of the Christmas Eve Dinner was that everyone dressed up a bit since it was a special occasion, so when Stacey knocked on my bedroom door ten minutes later I was already in slacks and a button up shirt, struggling with my tie.

"I can't get it even," I grunted, pulling it from my collar and tossing it at the bed.

Stacey laughed quietly and picked it up, "That's because it's too small, dork. You've had the same tie for four years, it's practically made for kids." She crossed the room and stood in front of me, "Here, you'll look more dashing with a couple of buttons undone." Stacey undid the buttons, her fingers lingering as she looked up at me, giving me a moment to fall into her big loving eyes. She licked her lips and I thought she was going to kiss me, but instead she whispered quietly. "Why are you so sure Lauren might be ok with hmmhmm?" she asked, substituting 'us fucking' with a pointed look since our parents were around the house.

I shrugged, "I just, I dunno. Believe me."

"It's a pretty big deal though. What we're talking about is frowned upon by most people."

"Stace, it's ok. Lauren and I are pretty... let's call it adventurous."

Her eyes narrowed slightly and she cocked her head, "You two have only been going out for a couple weeks, how adventurous could you get?"

I shrugged again, starting to feel a little embarrassed, which I realized was totally irrational considering what Stacey and I had been doing that morning, but still.

"Have you hmmhmm'd with a third person?" She asked.

I was silent for a long moment then nodded slightly, Stacey quirking an eyebrow.

"Really? My little brother, who would have thought..." Stacey trailed off, then pulled herself a little closer to me by my shirt. Her body was pressed against mine and I could feel her hard nipples through her blouse and my shirt. "I've never done that you know," she whispered huskily. "With two other people. Looks like you beat me to the punch."

She had let go with one hand and let it trail down between us, rubbing my hardening dick through my pants. She tilted her head up and I responded by kissing her, our tongues just barely meeting when there was a shout from downstairs. "Kids, fifteen minute warning!"

"Shit," Stacey said, releasing our kiss but her fingers still outlining my shaft through my pants. "I need to get ready." She gave me one last rub and then left my room, shutting the door behind her with a saucy look over her shoulder.

I looked down at my tenting pants. "Damn it."

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"Before we start, I just want to say something," Lauren said.

Both of our families were standing around the Baxley dining room table, which was covered in hot, steaming food oozing delicious smells. Lauren stepped closer to me and grabbed my hand openly, smiling sweetly as she met my eyes before turning back to her parents. "Mom. Dad. Jerry and I are dating."

"That's great, honey," Mr. Baxley beamed. That was when my heart started beating again, though it took a couple surprised stutters to jump back to life. Lauren had definitely not told me she was announcing that, and I had suddenly had a vision of Mr. Baxley flying into a rage and flipping the table. "You two are perfect together, I'm glad you've finally realized it."

"You didn't ask their permission?" My mom asked me.

"Mom, it's not like they're getting married," Stacey laughed.

Mrs. Baxley didn't look quite as pleased as her husband. "There'll need to be some changes to curfew I think," she said half under her breath, though she smiled through it.

Lindsey, on the other hand, went a little overboard with her fake enthusiasm. "Congratulations guys!" she said loudly, pulling us both into a hug and kissing us on the cheeks. "I always wanted a brother." That was accompanied by Lindsey surprising me with an ass squeeze out of view of our families.

Once everyone was sat around the table I ended up across from Lauren with Stacey to my left and the foot of the table on my right left empty, Lindsey sitting across from Stacey. Food was getting passed around, plates were quickly filled and everyone was chatting - the entire family was together, which meant it was the perfect time to cast that spell I had been thinking up.

On the face it was pretty simple, but there were plenty of complications as I considered how to block out all means of scrying that someone could do to find out about me or Lauren like that magazine. If I just blocked out us, someone with a little creativity could target our family members just as easily for the same information. I had two entire families I needed to protect, not only for Lauren and I but just for the sake of them as well.

So with fork and knife in hand I paused my eating and focused my mind on the people around me, the people I cared about. I fixed their faces in my mind and concentrated on setting over all of us wards against all scrying, divination and foretelling. I pushed the wards into my pool of power and felt it dissipate and settle over us. I was a little surprised at how little power it took; my instincts told me it should have started to drain me to cast a spell involving so many people but the way I was thinking about it changed the spell. I was limiting the spell to the people in this room. I also wasn't building in any loopholes - a wave of deja vu had me feeling like I had cast the spell before, but in a different way. The spell had been selfish, but mine was- it was purely about the protection.

I needed Adama to explain this. The deja vu, the flexibility in my powers, but most importantly to help unlock the secrets I felt like I was about to uncover like having a word on the tip of your tongue. There was something important going on.

My musing abruptly ended when something brushed against my leg. I moved away automatically, assuming I had bumped someone in a mindless shift of my own, but the foot came back quickly and started rubbing up and down my leg. I looked across the table at Lauren as the foot slowly moved up my leg, reaching the inside of my knee, but Lauren was looking past her sister down the table and laughing at something our parents were talking about.

I glanced at Lindsey and she met my eye, smiling at me as she shifted a little lower in her seat, the foot pushing past my knee and up my thigh until her sock-covered toes were brushing against crotch.

"Ahem," I coughed into my napkin before dropping it over her foot. She breathed out a single chuckle across the table and then turned to reply to something Mrs. Baxley had said while her toes worked back and forth, rubbing my semi-hard dick through my pants.

With Lindsey already working me I was a little distracted, but then Stacey turned to me with a secret smile of her own as she put her hand on my arm. I'm wasn't really sure what she was saying and I just sort of nodded and her smile broadened and she turned away, but her hand stayed as her fingers drew tiny circles on my arm. Her eyes came back to me for a moment and flashed with playfulness, and she let go of my arm and dropped her hand under the table, placing it on my thigh and sliding it in towards my crotch.

Fuck, was just about the only thought in my head. Stacey's fingers quickly journeyed under my napkin and found themselves grasping not my groin, but a foot. Her gaze flicked to me again, confused, and then looked across the table at Lauren. My girlfriend wasn't paying any attention at all, half bent over her plate as she shovelled mashed potatoes into her mouth while simultaneously groaning aloud at how good they were to my mother. "Oh my gaaawwd, Mrs. Grant. These are amazing."

My mom was obviously pleased with herself as she started rattling off the recipe, but I was more concerned with the secret little groping session that was going on. I'm not sure exactly what sort of female telepathy happened between Lindsey and Stacey as their eyes met and they both realized what was happening; Stacey discovering her brother's girlfriend's sister playing more than footsie and Lindsey discovering her sister's boyfriend's sister looking to grope her brother.

Super. Awkward.

Both blushed and looked away, then looked back to each other just to look away again. Stacey let go of Lindsey's foot and it pulled back, Lindsey sitting up in her seat and quickly focusing on her plate of food. Stacey pulled her hand away too, leaving me with a frustrated hardon under the table and a lot of self deprecation. I am such an idiot! How could I think any of this was a good idea? Of course people would eventually notice. Now I'll be grounded until college and shunned for the rest of my life, or something.

"You didn't tell me it was Lindsey," Stacey whispered to me softly, leaning in close to do so.

"I didn't know if I should," I replied just as quietly.

Stacey looked back across the table to Lindsey, then sat upright in her seat again and turned to the conversation our parents were having.

Maybe this can all just be normal again, I thought with a sigh. It'll all just be ok, and we can just have Christmas.

A foot brushed my leg and started travelling up towards my knee. Looking across to Lauren, she had a twinkle in her eye and flashed me a little smirk.

***3 - Christmas***

The rest of the night would have been normal if it wasn't for Lauren, Lindsey and Stacey all on personal missions to try and keep me hard the entire time. If it wasn't Lauren giving me a kiss with a slip of tongue when our parents weren't looking it was Lindsey purposefully fixing her bra in front of me or trailing a hand over my shoulders as she walked past where I was sitting, or even worse it was Stacey pretending to whisper into my ear but just blowing air on it lightly or squeezing past me by pressing her ass into my crotch and flexing her glutes.

Suffice to say I spent a lot of time sitting down but managed to get myself calm enough when it was my turn for charades. I'll admit, when I was on a team with Lauren and Lindsey I cheated - the ability to whisper the right answer into their thoughts made for a really good score.

What didn't happen was a chance to talk with Lauren, or Lindsey, or even Stacey alone. I think at some point Lindsey managed to speak with Lauren, and by the end of the night all three were walking a little tentatively around each other. Not hostile, just somewhat unsure about each other.

Home late. Bed. Sleep. I thought about summoning Adama with a quick jerkoff session to talk about my near-revelations at dinner but I was too tired.

That was a mistake.

I woke up in the very early morning to a mouth slowly milking my erection.

"Mhmmhmmm," Stacey hummed happily when I rustled awake, letting my dick come out of her mouth. "Merry Christmas little brother."

"Stace- It's so early." I mumbled, still trying to wake up.

"I couldn't sleep," she whispered back. "I kept having this dream about your big cock."

That had my eyes opening up a bit because I had also been having a dream about my dick, or rather having it taken care of. Oh fuck, I thought. It was the dream thing all over again - I'd gone to bed teased and unsatisfied so my unconscious mind went looking for satisfaction. What if it hadn't gone for Stacey? I could have woken up with my mom enchanted with my dick. Oh, hurl.

"Ok..." I said, turning it into a moan as she took my head back in her mouth. She swapped between suckling like that and kissing along my shaft until I finally came with a soft grunt into her mouth. She swallowed it all and smiled at me before tucking my dick back into my boxers and climbing up the bed to lie next to me. "Uh, can I- Do you want me to return the favour?" I asked.

"No, just hold me," she sighed lightly, turning so that I was spooning her. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled Stacey tight to me and buried my face in her hair, drifting back to sleep with the scent of her light shampoo encompassing me.

We woke and light was leaking through my window, Stacey forced to sneak to her room while our parents were both awake downstairs. I followed her downstairs after a few minutes and the traditional 'Merry Christmas' hugs were passed around liberally as we set about the routine for the day. Mom already had a big breakfast warming in the oven while Dad impatiently waited to start opening presents, worse than we had been when we were kids. Gift opening, big breakfast, clean up of the gift opening, a bit of time before we travelled to the next town over to visit my mom's parents for another big meal. Awkward family time sitting around the living room my grandparents hadn't redecorated since the late seventies. More awkward glances as Stacey and I signalled Dad to nudge Mom about leaving, and three false starts on leaving until finally it was late afternoon and we were back home.

I was tired, I was still very full from breakfast and lunch, and I wanted to nap. Instead of drifting into an easy sleep on the living room couch though, I was woken up twenty minutes into my nap by my mother, who received a sleepy scowl in return.

"Mmooom, leave me alone. I'll do it later," I groaned.

"Hun, Lauren and Lindsey are at the door."

I was awake and standing.

"Merry Christmas," I said with a smile, having left my Mom in the other room and come practically bounding down the hallway. I wrapped Lauren in a bearhug and kissed her, then turned to Lindsey and caught myself before I did the same to her since my Mom was probably listening in, if not watching openly, behind me. "Merry Christmas," I said a little more tamely, hugging Lindsey close and whispering in her ear, "You sexy minx." I kissed her cheek as she smiled at me before pulling away. Both sisters had their usual coats on, but were adorned with the newest version of bright red hat and mitts their mom always gave them in their stockings.

Lauren looked cute in them every year, with her slightly flushed cheeks and bright eyes and big smile, but Lindsey looked as if she were modelling for a winter fashion line. Her longer blonde hair just slightly mussed, cheeks as flushed as her sister's and the faux fur lining of her pulled back hood all framing her perfect smiling face.

"We thought we'd see if you and Stacey wanted to go for a walk," Lauren said with a smile, taking my hand. "It's a nice night out."

"I'm game," I said, practically feeling my mother roll her eyes in the other room. "Let me go get Stacey and see if she wants to come."

My sister did want to come, recognizing this as the chance that we were all going to finally be able to talk about the night before. I hesitated as she shut her door to change, running to my room and quickly slipping the three last gifts I needed to give into my knapsack.

I went back downstairs with it and got a questioning look from both Baxley sisters, shrugging and motioning for quiet before slipping it over my shoulder. Stacey quickly joined us and we were out the door with a shouted goodbye to our parents.

The first few minutes of the walk was understandably awkward. First of all, sidewalks are built for two people across, maybe three if you squeeze. With four of us, that meant we were walking two by two, but all three of the girls wanted to walk with me. I ended up holding hands with Lauren since it was the 'optical' choice since she was my girlfriend, Lindsey and Stacey following just behind us in silence. After a few minutes I was starting to feel the strain of the continued silence and pointed across the road to one of the parks we used to play at as kids. "Ok, let's go sit down. This needs to stop."

The three girls mumbled their agreement and followed me into the empty park and we ended up sitting in the jungle gym in the enclosed high point at the top of the big slide. The plastic was cold even through our jeans but there was enough room for all of us to sit closely together.

Again with the awkward silences as we all looked from one to the other, unsure of who should start.

"Ok, this is dumb," Lauren blurted out, then leaned over and kissed me for a long moment before turning to the others. "I love Jeremiah. We've fucked, like a whole bunch, but only since we started actually dating." Then Lauren leaned over to Lindsey and kissed her sister full on the mouth as well, for just as long as she had me, clearly using tongue. They finished and drew back, eyes locked as they both smiled to each other. "Stacey," she said once it was over, "I'm also sort of in lust with Lindsey, beyond loving her as my sister. We've only fooled around a bit by ourselves, but she joined Jerry and me for a threesome and it was fucking amazing."

Lindsey blushed and smiled, and Stacey licked her lips nervously and nodded without saying anything. Lauren reached down and took Lindsey's hand and Lindsey lifted it up. "I feel the same way about Lauren." Then she crawled forward into the middle of the four of us on her hands and knees until she was leaning in and kissing me, less tongue and more sweet than Lauren, before sitting back. "I'm also realising I love Jeremiah more and more, too. I don't know what it was at first because it was more than lust, but I love him."

There was a long pause and Lauren cleared her throat. "Stacey?"

My sister started as if surprised she was supposed to speak. "Umm," she said, then looked to me. I nodded encouragement and she looked to the other two for a moment. "Umm." Then Stacey leaned towards me and pulled me into a lingering kiss. Her hands came up and cupped my face lightly, as if afraid to touch, until she pulled back. "I love my brother, I've had a crush on him for three years ever since I saw him piggyback Lauren two blocks when she rolled her ankle that time you guys tried skateboarding. I've tried to fuck him but he wouldn't let me until Lauren and I talked about it, but we've done pretty much everything up to that point."

She took a deep breath and let it out, then another, and then all of a sudden she was crying and I did a double take it happened so quickly. "I'm sorry," she said, "I'm sorry I'm so weird and gross, wanting to screw my own brother especially when he has girls like you. It's totally fucked up and I'm probably just-"

Lauren cut Stacey off by slapping her sharply. I blinked and raised my eyes, then had to blink several times and shake my head as Lauren followed up the smack by pulling Stacey towards her and planting a kiss on my sister firmly. Stacey's eyes went from 'oh my god what just happened' to 'what the fuck I'm kissing a girl' slowly as she processed what was going on. "Shut up, Stacey," Lauren laughed as she let her go. "Lindsey and I just told you we're fooling around, neither of us have the right to tell you doing the same with Jerry isn't right."




Font of Fertility Ch. 07



Lindsey was a little less blunt, reaching out and taking Stacey's hand, "We get it, by the way. Loving Jerry like that. It's hard not to."

I cleared my throat, "Uhm, for what it's worth, I love all of you and think you're the most amazing people in the world, and the fact that any of you wants to be with me is totally crazy in my mind."

The three girls laughed, all three of them with misty eyes now and I found myself quickly in a hugging dogpile as they squeezed the breath out of me until I finally wheezed out, "Ok, ok. Need air."

Sighed laughs and wiping of eyes commenced as we got ourselves together, sitting back where we had been before. "Ok," I said, "So I guess to be clear, Lauren is my girlfriend. That isn't going to change even though I love Lindsey and Stacey just as much."

Lauren started to take charge, "Lindsey and I already talked about this and she's agreed, so we've come up with a sort of set of guidelines for this. Stacey, if we're going to make this work and you want to be with Jeremiah you need to agree to, ok?" Stacey nodded and Lauren continued, "First off, we need to promise no jealousy between us. We all love Jerry, and we're all going to go through times where we get him more than the others do. If any of us are feeling hurt or frustrated we need to talk about it right away, that way everything is out in the open and we can try and fix it.

"Second, Lindsey and I have both agreed that Jerry needs a bit of corrupting, and since we've both found we like girls a little more than we were expecting we're gonna want to bring other people to bed with us. You need to be ok with not just sharing him with me and Linds, but sometimes with other women too."

Stacey didn't say anything, furrowing her brow at what she was being told as she considered it.

"Lastly, before the really big thing, Lindsey and I will want alone time with Jerry sometimes, but we're also going to want to be with him together. If you don't want to be part of that it's ok, but just so you know it's a lot of fun." Lauren ended with a smile and a wink at her sister, who grinned back.

"What's the big thing?" Stacey asked tentatively.

Lindsey shook her head, "No, you need to agree to that stuff before the last thing. It'll be easier that way, believe me."

Stacey hesitated for a long moment before nodding. "I- ok. This is totally weird and fucked up, but the way you guys are talking... I want to be part of whatever this weirdness is, especially if I get to be with Jeremiah. Getting you two kinkettes as sisters to boot is a bonus I guess."

Lauren smiled and took Stacey's hand across our little circle, "Ok."

Lindsey nodded with a smirk, "Welcome to our fucked up little relationship."

"Now what's this big thing you need to tell me?"

It turns out Stacey wasn't quite as shocked by the whole 'sex magic' thing as Lindsey had been the first time. It took a little proving, but in the end it was my admitting I had changed my body that had Stacey rolling her eyes and accepting the story. "Of course you did, you lazy dick," she laughed. "Mom and Dad would have said something to me if they'd known you were working out to get that kind of bod."

I also came clean about the spells I had cast on her, blocking and then fixing her memory, and the effects my dreams had had on her. She took it in stride, admitting she'd been having those kinds of dreams for a few years, so one or two more and being drawn to act on them wasn't as big a deal to her. More worrisome and amazing to her was the magazine Lauren pulled from her inner jacket pocket, the World Wide Witch magazine brimming with information about the world that had just been revealed to Stacey. I assured the three there wouldn't be any more spying on them through magical means after the spell I had cast at dinner the night before - I couldn't promise they wouldn't get requests for interviews or photoshoots though.

As we talked Lauren ended up cuddling next to me, legs thrown over my lap as Lindsey pressed into her from the other side with an arm around her sister and a finger looped onto my belt. I pulled Stacey in on my other side, arm around her shoulder as we laughed at the article about Lauren in the dimming light.

"There's one more thing we need to talk about before I give you guys something," I said.

"So that's why you brought the backpack," Lauren smiled. "More presents."

"Well duh," I chuckled, "How could I not give my ladies something special."

"Ok, what is it? Might as well get everything out in the open now," Stacey said. "Let me guess, you're being called to Jupiter for the annual sex wizards anonymous meeting?"

"No, there's nothing like that... Well, I don't think there is. We need to talk about what we're gonna do moving forward."

"Oh, the fuuutuurree," Lauren said in a spooky voice with a grin.

"I was thinking about this," I said, "Hoping that everything would turn out at least sort of this good. Easiest thing is Lauren and I keep dating at school, and after graduation we both move upstate to go to University with you guys. That way we can live together and no one is going to suspect anything unless we want them to."

"Makes sense," Stacey said, "I'm not really tied to any of the girls I'm living with right now."

"I'd move now if I could," Lindsey said with a little less excitement.

I licked my lips and took a breath, steeling myself for the harder part of the conversation, "That's the other thing. Without, uh, going into details Stacey, Lindsey's been going through a hard time at college when it comes to relationships. With Lauren's guidelines about no other dicks in the circle, Lindsey needs help back at school and I'm hoping you might be able to give it.

"My, ah, my idea is that you two could start 'dating' at school as a lesbian couple when you're back, and tell the story of how you've known each other for a while and experimented over christmas break. No one here at home would have to know. You two could move in together so that Lindsey gets out of her bad situation. If your place wouldn't work right now we can try to find another place before the break is done."

I stopped talking sort of abruptly and after a moment of silence I filled in, "So... that's my idea."

Of the two I was sure it would be Stacey who was less inclined to it, but I was surprised when my sister barked out a laugh, "Makes sense I guess. Better to be labelled a lesbian than an incest-whore or a spinster cause I'm all alone and don't date. Linds, I'm sorry you've been going through whatever it is. I'd heard a rumour once I think but I didn't know you were in over your head or I would have reached out."

Lindsey's face had gone a little grey in the dwindling light, "I- thanks. I wish I'd thought to see you too. It's been hard, I only really thought about what was going on once I was out of it, y'know? I think it's an ok idea, but Jerry... I don't think it's going to work. When some of the guys I know find out I'm dating a girl, especially someone as hot as Stacey, they'll just think it's an invitation to a threesome and come on even harder."

"Oh, Linds," Lauren murmured, pulling her sister closer.

"Lindsey, I can tell you first off that Stacey has a really mean right hook," I said with a small grin, which Lindsey returned with less enthusiasm. "Second, I know it's gonna be hard, especially without Lauren or I, but we're only a couple hours away and can come visit whenever you need- every weekend if you want."

"You need to lean on us, sis," Lauren said. "We're your support system. Someone is being a problem, you call us. Fuck, you literally have a fucking wizard on your team."

She sighed and softly chuckled at Lauren's expletives. "Ok."

"Lindsey, you and I have been friendly most of our lives but never friends," Stacey said quietly. "It just happened that way because we were in different grades, or else we might have been as close as Lauren and Jer. We missed out on being besties in high school, but you've always been close because of our families. I'll be there for you, whatever you need. Some guy's giving you trouble? Gimme a call. Want to go for a night out and make sure you're ok? Gimme a call. I've got an entire rowing team of girls to back me up too." She grinned at the last part. "I'm sure we can beat up whatever asshole is giving you a problem, plus ruin his reputation across the school."

Lindsey had a small smile on her face now. "Ok, I guess. It's just- I've been doing some really stupid stuff."

"No judgements from me," Stacey said, reaching across Lauren and I to grab Lindsey's hand. "Fuck, you're my sister-wife now or whatever, we gotta stick together no matter what."

All three of them were laughing as I managed to pull my backpack over and unzip it, taking out the slightly squashed thin boxes I had wrapped inside. "This is probably the weirdest place to do this, and it isn't a whole lot, at least not as much as you girls deserve," I said, handing them each a box. "Plus some of you have already seen and helped me choose what to get, so it's not a big surprise, but I hope you know I love each of you and think you're all amazing goddesses in your own rights."

Lauren rolled her eyes and punched me in the leg while Stacey snorted and Lindsey looked sideways at me and sighed. "What?" I asked. "You guys never take me seriously."

"Oh, we do," Lauren said, kissing me lightly as she started to unwrap her box. "You're just a big softy and it's cute."

"Sometimes you're just a bit too rom-com," Lindsey chuckled. "Us girls like a bad boy sometimes too."

Wrapping paper got shredded and shoved in my knapsack as the girls unwrapped their gifts, carefully opening the boxes to reveal the lingerie I had bought them. Lauren's present, which I had bought last minute with Lindsey's help, was a set of white lingerie with a quarter-cup bra I'd been surprised even a place like Victoria's Secret sold it was so pornographic. It would give Lauren's already full, perky tits just a bit more lift up and out from below while leaving most of them bare. It was paired with a white lace garter and thin opaque thong with fancy flower designs. She gasped when she first pulled it out of the box, but the wonder in her eyes quickly turned to a naughty smirk as she rubbed the fabric with her fingers.

Lindsey and Stacey's presents I had bought a little before with Lauren and Annalise's help. The lingerie I had bought for Lindsey was red, almost the exact same garter and thong but the bra was full cupped with sheer swoops on the outside and underneath so that only her nipples and the top of her breasts would be hidden by the lace. Stacey, on the other hand, got a pair of green silk low riding panties with black trim and a sheer green teddie that would leave most of her tight abdomen bare. Both of them looked at their gifts in shock, holding them up and examining them.

"Damn, Jerry," Stacey said. "You bought this before we even figured everything out?"

I shrugged, "I figured either I'd get to enjoy seeing you in it, or it would be that last weird thing I did before you punched me in the nose. Either way I'd always get to at least see your face when you opened it."

Lindsey, meanwhile, had practically crawled over Lauren and pulled my face to hers as she kissed me hard, tongue working overtime. "Thank you," she gasped as we separated. "Jeremiah, no guy has ever given me something so beautiful. I can't wait to wear it for you."

"My pleasure," I grinned back. "Or, well, I hope so."

Lindsey smiled warmly, "Oh, definitely. Absolutely."

The girls reboxed the gifts and I ended up putting them back in the knapsack so they didn't get lost. We sat a talked for a bit, Lauren giving up her spot next to me so that Lindsey and Stacey could cuddle on either side while she snuggled up to Lindsey. Once the light was gone we decided to finish our walk and go hang out at the Baxleys for a movie night, walking back and picking up Lauren's car from our driveway. I ended up crammed in the back seat with Lindsey and Stacey while Lauren drove, the two older girls taking turns kissing me while their hands played softly over my body.

"I could get used to this," I said, my own hands having started to explore as well, rubbing the bare skin of their backs under their shirts and coats.

Both girls softly laughed at me, but Lauren grunted from the front seat, "Yeah, no. I am not gonna be the chauffeur every time we go somewhere just so you three can have all the fun. We're gonna need a rule that Jerry drives everywhere from now on."

We pulled up to the Baxley house and it was dark and it took me a moment to realise the entire street was unlit. No house lights, no christmas lights, even the street lights were dim. "Are you serious?" I asked. "A power outage on Christmas?"

"We can go back to our place," Stacey suggested.

"Yeah, let's just make sure Mom and Dad don't need anything," Lauren said, and we piled out of the car. Just inside the front door Lauren found a note from their parents.

Girls,

If you hadn't guessed, the power went out after you left. Dad and I are over at the Van Clarke's if you need anything, they invited us over for drinks. We'll probably stay in their guest room tonight so don't worry about us. Candles and flashlights in the hall cabinet. Don't open fridge and let the cold out.

Lovelovelove you,

M+D

Lauren laughed as she finished reading the note out loud and tossed it in the air. "It's a Christmas miracle!"

"Uh, what?" I asked.

Lindsey rolled her eyes and Stacey sighed, shaking her head. "You are such a dope," my sister chuckled.

"Jerry, come on," Lauren said. "Empty house. You just gave all three of us lingerie. We're all virile young people who've been kissing and groping while talking about how we want to fuck each other. Connect the dots, dorkus."

"I'll get the candles," I said, heading towards their hall cabinet and pretending like I wasn't an idiot.

The girls all started laughing.

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"Who was that?" I asked, my voice hoarse despite the constant spray of water soaking me to the bone.

I hadn't seen the man come in, but he and father had been speaking near the back of the greenhouse. Near where he had buried my mother.

"What? No one." Father replied angrily.

"Does he know what you're doing? Defying a Seat?"

Father set down the pot he had been holding silently and his hand slowly reached out and picked up a pair of pruning shears. He turned and stalked over to my hanging form, placing them sharp tool under my chin. "That boy has no right. He is an abomination."

"He's a Seat," I shouted, trying to build myself up into a fury. Maybe I could muster enough to fuel one last burst of fire, and he was close enough I could take off his head.

"He's a little boy you fucked, whore," Father shouted back, pressing the tip of the sheers harder into my neck. "He means nothing. His words mean nothing. He doesn't get to decide what I do, I am god, and you are my slut-daughter, a spawn of foolish youth, destined for the pit."

He spit on me and I could feel the warm liquid amongst the cold water travel down my cheek. Father walked away before I could even manage a puff of smoke, slamming the sheers point first into his worktable.

I hung my head, letting go of the pathetic nugget of anger I was holding out of sheer exhaustion. A thin red rivulet was dripping down my chest from my neck. My father had cut me.

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They sat me on Lauren's bed and left me there in the flickering light of the candles. As I thought about how insane this all was I knew it wouldn't be the last time I felt like I didn't deserve any of this, but I came to a sort of conclusion that if I kept thinking like that it would drive me insane.

Much better to just accept the fact that my best friend, her stunning sister and my beautiful sister wanted to put on a lingerie fashion show for me. Accept it, roll with it, and stop goddamn thinking about it.

So instead of worrying or thinking I just sat back and waited a couple of minutes until Lauren's bedroom door opened again. She was standing in the door clad all in white, even down to the nylons that clung to her long, powerful legs. My eyes trailed up those legs to where her upper thighs became bare, the garter string tight against her slightly golden-tanned skin. The lace thong tantalized me - in the dim light I could make out the top crease of her pussy but it hid the full view, yet still framed the diamond of her thick pubic hair above. The white garter belt hung above on the upper curve of Lauren's hips; I had never seen her in a garter belt before but I had a feeling I'd be asking her to wear one every once in awhile. My eyes kept rising, following her firm stomach and thin waist up to where the quarter cup of the bra presented her tits to me as if asking me to bury my face in them. Her nipples were hard and bare, areolae puffed out with her excitement and begging for attention, and she wiggled her chest slowly for my benefit, more shifting her weight back and forth than anything else.

I broke my eyes from them after a long moment of lingering, raising past her flushed chest to look into the eyes of the love of my life. She was smiling broadly and cocked an eyebrow, giving me her naughty, playful look. Lauren raised a hand up on the door jam, posing for me, "Are you ready for your anatomy lesson?"

I raised my eyebrows and started laughing, and she sauntered into the room laughing as well. It was the same thing she had said the first time Lauren ambushed me with our first time. "As long as we don't get another haunting," I joked, and she grinned.

Lauren stood in front of me and slowly put one knee on the bed next to me, looking down between her outthrust breasts as she locked my gaze, then placed her other knee on my other side so that she was straddling me, and slowly lowered herself until she was sitting on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck as if I was a pillar she was holding on to, but kept her body an inch from mine except where she sat.

"Mmm," she hummed through her smile, "Someone likes what he sees." She rubbed her ass back and forth against my hardon, making her tits wobble in front of my face.

I took her by the hips and pulled her into me, her head leaning down to kiss me fervently. I could feel her short, golden hair playing against my cheeks as we kissed, and I broke off so I could dip my head to her breasts and start feasting on them, licking and suckling at her cleavage lightly, kissing the skin in between. I let go of her hips and raised my hands to her breasts, groping and massaging as I sucked one nipple and then the other between my lips, tonguing them firmly before releasing them with a small pop. Craning my head up, I kissed her again as she hummed her pleasure into my mouth, reaching behind me and pulling my shirt off, forcing us to break the kiss to get it over my head. She stood up and flung it to the corner of the room, then in typical Lauren fashion unceremoniously plopped herself down on the bed next to me. "Alright, who's coming out next? I've got him all revved up."

I was still trying to get ahold of my presence of mind when Lindsey stepped into the doorway from the hall.

"Vavavavooom," I said, eyes wide.

"Wow," Lauren confirmed.

Lauren was sexy and beautiful and totally built with all the right pieces. But Lindsey... I was glad I wasn't drooling. Neither 'Pornstar' nor 'Hollywood Bombshell' did her descriptive justice. Lindsey had her hair tied into a quick braid, the light blonde rope falling over her shoulder and teasing at the top of her breasts. If I had bought her blue instead of red lingerie she probably could have broken the internet with one picture since she looked like the main character from that disney musical, just much more real. Instead, the red made her ooze sexuality, from her dark coffee eyes to the way her toes splayed in the carpet. Even her little smile and bright eyes, usually looking so innocent or teasing, had a piercing quality at that moment. She took deep breathes, her chest rising and falling, heaving her wonderfully full breasts, the red bra covering them - barely - and the opaque portions clinging to her side and underboob as tightly as the nylons on Lauren's legs. She might not have had the same thin, athletic stomach as her sister but Lindsey still had a beautiful abdomen, model-fit and bikini ready, her bare skin pale against the vibrant red lace. Her garter belt fit perfectly, though she didn't have nylons to hook onto, and sat a little higher on her than it did on Lauren because of her wider hips, leaving a bare white stripe of skin between garter and panties. She was bald where Lauren had her neatly trimmed bush, but the thong had the same effect of just hinting at her folds without revealing too much.




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Her legs, bare and white, were toned but not muscled like Lauren's, but the way she was standing accented the triangular gap between her thighs and mound, leaving me staring at how the thong was clinging to her lips.

Lindsey didn't say anything, instead slowly sauntering into the room and doing a spin, showing off her wonderfully proportioned ass. It was bigger than Lauren's, more full and bouncing compared to her firm and shapely. Neither had anything on Stacey when it came to their butts, but Lindsey's still had me wanting to bite into her like an ass-obsessed vampire.

She finished her slow, sensual spin and shifted her weight, looking me over as well with a grin. Lindsey strutted the last few steps to me and sat on my lap sideways, looping her arms around my neck, and I instinctively wrapped one hand around her waist and the other landed on her thigh, quickly sliding up until it was craddling the silky smooth skin of her inner thigh, my fingertips brushing at the fabric covering her mound.

"You are-" I started to say, but she cut me off by pulling me in for a deep, soulful kiss. Her arms tightened around me and my hand squeezed her thigh as our lips pressed, forgoing tongue as we poured our thoughts out into the simple kiss. Finally it ended, both of us gasping for breath.

"I'm glad you're the first guy I've dressed up for like this," Lindsey said quietly. "Don't say anything, just- Just know I think you're amazing and if I ever wear anything sexy again, it's because I'm hoping you'll get to see it. Ok?" Her eyes were big and I nodded, making her smile. "Good," she said, kissing me lightly and briefly. She stood up and sat on the side opposite Lauren, who when I glanced to her was grinning practically ear to ear. "Ok Stacey," Lindsey called, "Big finale."

"I don't know if it's a big finale after that," Stacey called back.She stepped into the doorway and the look on her face made my heart break a little. She was unsure and self-conscious despite how gorgeous she looked. Her auburn hair was loose and wavy, falling deliciously down her bare shoulders. The forest green teddy with the black trim looked fantastic on her lithe frame, the opaque fabric shading her small breasts and tented out by her hard nipples, the short skirt of the garment only covering a third of her torso, leaving her six pack completely visible. Her hips, slighter than Laurens, wouldn't have been flattered by something like what I had bought Lauren and Lindsey, but the forest green panties riding low were extremely sexy. The black trim and lacing down the front drew the eyes to how the panties clung to her below, and the way they rode low showed off more of her muscle lines and the curve of her pubic mound. Stacey's legs were toned and shapely like Lauren's, more sinuous but not as long.

Stacey raised her hands to her boobs, covering them, "I don't think we bought at the same equipment store." She chuckled, but it was a little nervous.

"Are you kidding me, girl?" Lauren asked. "First off, you look fucking amazing. Like, I'm surprised Bowflex hasn't called to offer you a modelling deal. Second, your boobs are cute, and third of all if you turn around I think Lindsey and I are going to be more than jealous of you."

Stacey rolled her eyes, "Thanks, but my butt isn't that nice."

"You're joking, right?" Lindsey scoffed. "Stacey, you have the kind of ass women would literally kill for.

Stacey turned around, presenting hers to us. "But it's not like it's that big or anything."

No, it wasn't a huge badonkadonk. What it was, was absolutely perfect. The panties were cupping it along the upper curve of each bubble cheek. It was a gymnasts ass, overworked and developed as a kid and teen until it was amazingly shaped into the perfect butt. If Lindsey and Lauren had tits to die for, Stacey had an ass for the ages.

"Stace, if you ever disparage your butt again I will literally turn you over and spank you until you cry," I said, making the girls laugh.

"He's right," Lauren said, "That is an ass for worshipping."

"Really?" Stacey asked, looking over her shoulder at us.

"Yes!" We all exclaimed.

"Now get with being sexy," Lauren demanded, "I want to see Jerry get so worked up over you he can't stand it."

This made Stacey's shy smile turn into a naughty smirk. "Yeah? I think we can probably figure that out." She turned back towards us and stalked up to me, my sister practically disappearing as a ravenous lioness to her place. She lifted her foot and placed it in between my legs, sliding it forward until her toes were pressing against my crotch, then leaning forward so her leg bent and her face was inches from mine. She blew cool air at me, that smirk still in place, then stood up with the foot and stepped the other leg over my shoulder, sliding down and suddenly she was sitting behind me, her arms around my chest and splayed across my pecks. She kissed the back of my neck and shoulders, then slid around and was suddenly straddling me, her body pressed to mine as she continued kissing my neck and then down my chest. Her fingers trailed down my abdomen and over my magically-enhanced muscles, reaching my pants and quickly undoing them.

Stacey stepped back from me to the floor and I lifted my butt off the bed to help her taking my pants off, leaving me in my boxer briefs. She turned and watched me over her shoulder as she arced her back and dipped, flexing her ass and making it pop, before she bent at the waist and then sat back on my knees. Sliding back into me until her butt was pushed firmly against me, my hardon now wedged between her cheeks and pressing against her pussy through the thin fabric of our underwear, Stacey slowly sat up and then leaned back until her back was pressed against my bare chest and started circling her hips.

I groaned and she giggled breathily before letting out her own low moan. My hands had moved to her hips and now I slid them up her sides until I was cupping her small breasts through the teddy, and she leaned slightly to the left and turned her head so that we could start making out, her tongue working forcefully as I squeezed and generally manhandled her tits. In a thought that must have been a small stroke considering how overloaded my brain was, I reached into the pool of power that was flickering with life at the back of my consciousness and focused on Stacey's desires. I didn't want to push too far, and I made sure to hedge all possibilities of her feeling pain even though it amped up the amount of power it took, but I didn't care about the expenditure. My hands rapidly began to fill as the spell dissolved in my mind until I was massaging and working more breast than I had been before.

Breaking our kiss, I slid my hands from Stacey's chest to her abdomen and whispered, "Is this any better?"

"Better than what?" She asked.

I gently pulled the teddy over her head and brushed over her boobs, which now instead of 'mosquito bites' were rounded and perkily proportioned on her smaller frame.

"What the- Did you do that?" she asked incredulously.

"I- uh, yeah. I should have asked. I tried to make sure it wouldn't look like you got a boob job for christmas when you go back to school, but I know you've always been frustrated with your boobs so I kind of... yeah."

Stacey reached up and cupped her new breasts, squeezing at them. "They feel real."

"They are real," I said. "I can change them back if you want-"

"No, no," Stacey said, turning back to me with a smile, "They're perfect. But you didn't exactly fix my pointy nipple problem."

I hadn't, and I hadn't done that on purpose. All through highschool she'd struggled with the fact that she had slightly longer nipples that had a tendency to stay erect - it was a characteristic about her that I had always thought was sexy and teased me all through puberty and beyond. "I know you probably hate them, but can I show you why I didn't change them?"

"Um, ok," Stacey replied.

I looked to Lauren and then to Lindsey, both of whom were smiling proudly at me. Lauren had been feeling up her own bare breasts while she had been watching us and one of Lindsey's hands was teasing under the hem of her thong. "You mind helping me show her?"

They knew exactly what I was talking about and both Baxley sisters were quickly latched on to one of Stacey's nipples, suckling and tonguing despite Stacey's surprised, "Oh!" That was soon followed by less surprised 'Ohs,' devolving into pleasurable moans.

"You're nipples are very, very sexy," I whispered to her as she leaned her head back against my shoulder. "And they are just begging to be played with all the time."

"Mm'okay," Stacey groaned. "Wow, they're good at this."

"Thanks," Lauren said, taking her mouth away from Stacey's boob for a moment until Stacey pulled her back in, making Lauren and Lindsey laugh through their work.

I held Stacey against me as the sisters played with her and soon she was grinding her hips and ass on me again. Despite my ability to magically fortify myself, I wanted this whole experience to last for them as well so I murmured for the three to stop.

"Where on earth did you learn those moves?" I asked my sister as she stood up from my lap.

She grinned and shrugged, "I took a pole dancing exercise class back at school. The instructor used to be a stripper and she showed some of us her lapdance tricks."

"You need to teach me those," Lauren said, taking Stacey's hand. Stacey looked down at their hands clutching at each other and I wondered what she thought about the girl-girl stuff that Lauren and Lindsey were clearly into. Had Stacey ever experimented before? "For now, though," Lauren continued, "I want to watch you suck Jeremiah's dick."

"Yeah?" Stacey asked, looking to me as if asking permission.

I responded by quickly whipping off my briefs.

"Mmm, looks like he's ready for you too," Lindsey hummed. "If you don't get down there quick I'm going to."

Stacey dropped to her knees and spread my legs with her hands, taking up position in front of me. She took my shaft lightly near the root with one hand and cupped my sack with the other, looking up at me with wide eyes and leaning in closer and closer to me. "Is that what my little brother wants? He wants his big sister, his nasty, dirty sister to put his big dick in her little mouth?"

"Uh-huh," I managed, nodding.

Stacey smirked and lower her lips to my head, kissing lightly, and then again with slightly more of me between her lips, and then again with more. Soon she was bobbing up and down on me, her hot mouth and tongue working me over while she looked up at me as I leaned back. I reached out and moved some of her hair out of the way, brushing her cheek lightly. "Fuuuck," I moaned lightly. "I love you Stace."

"I think she loves you too," Lauren laughed. I watched as she unhooked the nylons from her garter and then pulled her thong off, Lindsey help to reattach the garter quickly. "Sis, you mind?" she then asked, one hand snaking fingers through her bush and teasing at her now revealed vagina.

Lindsey grinned and nudged her sister towards the bed, "Not at all."

Lauren sat on the edge of the bed next to me and leaned back on her elbows like I was. Usually this made her boobs lose some of their shape as she laid back, but the quarter-bra kept them in place and instantly had me wanting to see how they would move with me fucking her. Lauren took my hand in hers and spread her legs for Lindsey, who was on her hands and knees and crawled towards her sister with that dark, piercing gaze fixed on the prize. Lindsey stopped at Lauren's knees and kissed her way up the nylons and her sister's thighs until I lost direct sight to where her lips were, but I could tell when she'd kissed Lauren in the right place because Lauren hissed in a breath and her grip on my hand tightened, and then released.

We lay back, enjoying the ministrations of our siblings for a few minutes until I leaned over and kissed Lauren before sitting up and cupping Stacey's head in my hands, pulling her away from my dick. "Switch," I said, and she grinned and nodded, laying down where I had been next to Lauren. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and buried my nose in the sodden crotch of her panties, breathing her scent in deeply as she half chuckled, half moaned at my actions. I licked and kissed at the fabric, pushing at the soft skin beneath, teasing her, before I leaned forward and took the hem of her panties in my teeth and slowly pulled them down, dragging my nose across her smooth pubic mound until I separated to tug them from under her butt and down off her legs. I didn't hesitate or tease her anymore, I dove tongue-first into her her, slurping up the juices she was already leaking and she moaned loudly, one hand snaking into my hair and the other reaching over and grabbing Lauren's arm.

Lauren moaned in response, Lindsey stepping up her own game, and I stopped working on Stacey to briefly whisper to Lindsey so only she could hear, "Don't let her come." Lindsey nodded with a quick, playful smirk to me and went back to teasing her sister while I went back to mine. 

Stacey was already riding high on her excitement metre and I didn't have to do a whole lot more to bring her to the edge, slipping two fingers into her and tonguing firmly around her pouty outer lips before gently sucking on her clit to have her go off. I slipped my fingers out of her just as quickly while she was still having her first small orgasm, using my hands to lift her legs so that she rolled her hips a bit, exposing her asshole to me. Without warning her, I kissed my way down from her quivering pussy and started tonguing around her ass. She froze under my hands and I kept going, slowly putting more and more pressure on her tightly knotted back door until I was able to worm into place, working the stiffened tip of my tongue around the rim of her asshole.

"Fuuuck," Stacey groaned. "Never- done-"

Lauren, who had been groaning herself as her sister kept bringing her towards a climax and then backing off, leaned up on one elbow and saw the position i had Stacey in. "Oh, he's eating you ass, isn't he? Do you like it?"

"I- I dunno," Stacy gasped. "Yes?"

"It's weird right?" Lauren asked.

"Uh-huh."

"Just wait until he sticks his big, hard dick in you tight little butt," Lauren said huskily. "Taking your ass because you gave it to him, making yourself his completely. Feeling him deep in your naughtiest hole, humping back at him because you want more and more. Him grunting and panting, knowing you're the one doing that to him even while you're feeling like you're going to explode."

Fuck, I was going to come if she kept talking like that. Stacey was panting, her ass tensing and clenching under me as Lauren kept talking to her, and then Lauren was reaching across and was rubbing at Stacey's pussy, flicking over her clit and then running fingers through her wet slit until they found their way in, fingering Stacey while I ate out her ass.

"Here, let me," Lindsey said, nudging me. "Go feed her your dick."

I moved aside and Lindsey dove between Stacey's legs, taking over and immediately starting to rim my sister. I got up on the bed and knelt near Stacey's head and she looked at me deliriously. "Who?" she asked in confusion.

"Lindsey took over," I replied, placing my head at her lips. She quickly sucked it in, bobbing awkwardly back and forth as she moaned at the hand and oral work of the sisters, sending pleasurable vibrations through my body. She released me from her mouth as she started to come again, her neck tensing and cording as she clenched and unclenched, jerking slightly in place.

As Stacey's body relaxed and she tried to catch her breath, Lindsey let her legs down and ducked out, standing up with a smirk. Lauren had the same look on her face, but kept rubbing Stacey slowly, bending her head down and kissing my sister on the lips playfully.

Stacey said something unintelligible and Lauren cocked her head. "What was that?"

"Fuck me," Stacey said, then firmer. "Fuck me." Her eyes turned to me. "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me, I can't wait any more."

"I really think she wants it bad," Lauren laughed.

I shook my head, "No, Stace." The look of confusion on her face was priceless, but I sat back on the bed with my legs out and grinned, "You fuck me."

Lindsey and Lauren giggled as Stacey rolled over onto her stomach and scrambled over top of me, getting into position and fumbling to get me to her entrance. "Hold on, hold on," Lauren said, getting behind Stacey and taking my dick from between her legs. She ducked down and gave me a few suck, then hooked me into the right position. "There, just go slow, he feels even bigger-"

"Fuuuuuaaaaacccckk," Stacey called out throatily as she pushed herself all the way down my cock, burying me to the hilt, her lips spread wide around me and her clit poking out.

"Fuck," Lauren said, raising her eyebrows. "She took the whole thing first shot."

"To be fair, she had a great warmup," Lindsey laughed.

Stacey and I weren't paying attention to them. I was focused on her, and she had her eyes closed tightly, mouth slightly ajar as her hands grasped my shoulders painfully tight. She was tensed up and her nipples looked like they could cut diamonds, her abs were flexing and I could feel her vaginal muscles roiling around me, working wonders as they accommodated my invading girth.

She let out a quick breath and sucked another in.

"Stace?" I asked.

"Yeah?" She whispered, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue.

"I love you." And with that I reached behind her and took her ass in both hands, slowly lifting her, dragging her pussy almost all the way off of me and reveling in the sensation, before slowly lowering her at the same speed. When she bottomed out again her body melted onto mine, the tenseness drifting away as she collapsed on my chest, panting rapidly. I let go of her ass and hugged her to me, kissing the top of her head.

I looked over to Lauren and Lindsey, "One of you better be ready to go, because I'm about to fuck the stuffing out of Stacey and I'm coming for one of you."

The two sisters looked at each other and I wondered who was going to win that contest as I turned back to Stacey, running one hand down her back to cup her ass and the other coming up to turn her face to mine. "You good?" I asked.

"So good," she smiled to me.

"Well, are you ready to fuck me then? Because this is nice and all, but I want to make you come harder than you ever have before."

She smirked lightly and adjusted herself, raising up onto her knees and sitting up. "Not if I make you come first." The competitive gleam was in her eye now, and I didn't have the heart to tell her I could last all night if I wanted to.

When Stacey got into a rhythm, I started to doubt whether that last thought was true or not. She started slow, but quickly built into a slamming rhythm up and down, driving herself onto me as I did my best to thrust back up at her. The fireworks, just like when I had finally had sex with Lindsey, were going off brightly in the back of my mind as my pool of power took in a new rush. It hadn't been like this with Angela at all - the importance of the person to me, or me to them, must have had something to do with it. Annalise had been much closer, but still didn't touch the rush of finally joining with Stacey. Our bodies came together over and over, the slapping of our skin overpowering the moans of Lindsey as Lauren knelt between her legs. Stacey shuddered through a brief, unexpected flash of orgasm and I took the opportunity to pick her up and come down on her, taking charge and fucking her on her back with her legs wide.

"Fuck you," she grunted, smiling. Stacey started rolling her body, using her muscles to grip and squeeze my dick on every thrust, making me call out in pleasure. I hooked one of her legs and pulled it up until it was pinned to her chest, letting me drive even deeper into her with quick rabbit thrusts before slow stroking her, mauling her breasts with my free hand.




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"Noo," she cried out as I slowed down, "Fuck me hard! Make me feel you."

"Fine," I said, then I bodily picked her up and stood away from the bed, hooking her legs over my arms as she grabbed onto my neck to stay upright, mouth and eyes going wide as she sank onto me fully.

"Ooh, girl. You're gonna get it now," Lauren laughed, still on the bed. I'd fucked her like this before, in the showers at school, and she knew how powerful the feeling was for both of us. 

Stacey started fucking up and down on me herself but lost control when I started lifting her high and then dropping her back down quickly. I stopped and widened my stance, hunching over slightly and using my hips and knees to fuck up into her while still holding her aloft, kissing her hard as we both used our athleticism to try and rut at each other harder and faster. Her body was tight and sinuous, her muscles rippling under my hands on her ass and back, her legs tightening and flexing as they used my arms for leverage to work. I was tapping into my pool of power now and wasn't close to my own peak, but Stacey was definitely close to hers. I lifted her off of me and dropped her on the bed on her back again, quickly kneeling and thrusting back into her hot depths. Stacey's orgasm came suddenly, her legs moving up and hooking behind my neck as if trying to do some sort of ultimate fighting move, and as she went off her entire body seized and she lifted herself off the bed towards me. Her cunt rippled over and over, working me almost to the point of wanting release, and I used one hand to reach between us and thumbed at her clit rapidly, sending her into an even tighter series of jerking orgasms as she let out little gasps of air.

I let go of her and Stacey collapsed to the bed as her climax subsided. I pushed her higher up on the bed and turned her over so that she was panting face down, legs akimbo, and I grabbed Lauren's ankle and tugged her towards me. Grinning, she rolled away from Lindsey and crawled to me, quickly inhaling my dick and slurping the residues of Stacey and I. "Mmmhmmhmm," she hummed, looking up at me with her bright grey eyes. At some point she had discarded her bra and thong and was clad only in the white garter belt and nylons, and I reached under her and palmed her hanging breasts and she continued slurping at me. I gently pulled her off my dick and pushed her onto her back, kneeling forward onto the bed until my balls were resting against her butt and my length ran across her puffy, ruddy lips and up her abdomen.

"Come here," I muttered, taking Lindsey by the arm and then her hips, pulling her into position so that she was kneeling over her sister's waist. I pushed down on her back and she lowered her head down, putting it in the perfect position to bury her face in Stacey's butt. "Get her ready," I said, spanking her lightly, and in response she wiggled her ass at me and giggled. I spanked her again, harder this time, and Lindsey moaned her approval at being told what to do.

I pulled back my hips and hooked into Lauren, teasing her with just the head of my dick plunging in and out of her tight entrance. I wanted to fuck her, bury myself completely in her and fill her like she wanted, but it was too early for that. I had a plan. Her groans were muffled and I ducked my head to find her mouth full of one of Lindsey's boobs. Stacey was starting to groan now as well as Lindsey spread her firm ass apart and was probing it with a finger and her lips. I took Lindsey's hips in my hands and quickly leaned forward, lapping at her leaking, bright pink pussy while her ass was still in the air, before pushing down on her hips and making her lower over top of Lauren until they were abdomen to abdomen. This had the effect of pushing their legs apart and mashing their pussies on top of each other, their clits practically brushing, and I withdrew from Lauren and pushed myself into Lindsey. I gave the older sister a few short strokes, then pulled out and pushed between the two, sandwiching my dick amongst four slippery, hot lips and grinding against both of their clits.

Both sisters were moaning from the stimulation, Lauren kissing and licking her sister's chest and neck while Lindsey tried to stay concentrated on the task I had given her, slowly working one finger in and out of Stacey's ass. Stacey was looking over her shoulder watching me with a haze of lust. "Which one are you fucking?" she asked me huskily as she reached back and spread her ass for Lindsey.

"Both," I said with a grin, slowly sliding my cock between the two weeping pussies. I pulled back and entered Lindsey again, "Lindsey." A few strokes brought me fully inside of her and she sighed in delight, but I pulled out and she mewled disappointment into Stacey's butt. I lowered my hips and poked Lauren's ass with my head, nudging it firmly. Lauren bucked her hips, trying to push me further, but I didn't want to push there. We'd done anal a few times now, but she hadn't had any prep there. Plus there was the plan.

Instead I went back to Lindsey, entering her forcefully and leaning over top of her, thrusting down hard enough to grind her mound against Lauren's. Both sister's moaned and I spanked Lindsey again, leaving a pink handprint on her pale cheek, and then spread her ass and let a drop of spit fall into the crack. I used a thumb to smear it over her little puckered hole and then hooked the tip of that thumb into the tightness of her ring, tugging her up on my outstrokes.

"Uuungh," she was moaning loudly, but she kept working on Stacey, two of her slim fingers now in my sister's butt. "Unnngha fuck me, Jerry."

So I did, fucking into her harder, then burying myself and using my hips to force her and Lauren to grind together harder before going back to thrusting. I used my free hand to grab Lindsey's bright blonde braid, wrapping it around my hand until I had her practically by the root of her hair, and I tugged back on her head, pulling her away from Stacey. "Tell me what you want," I grunted through my clenched teeth, the effort of my thrusting making it hard to talk.

"Fu- Uma- Use me," Lindsey gasped. "Fuck me. Fuck me."

I heard Lauren from somewhere underneath her sister, her own voice cracking with pleasure, "Tell him what you are, who you belong to."

"Uuuuuh, use me like a fuck tool," Lindsey moaned, "I'm your little fucktoy."

I buried myself in Lindsey again and collapsed over top of her, pushing her head back into Stacey's ass as I kissed Lindsey's sweaty shoulders and whispered in her ear, "I love you."

She came, shuddering like Lauren instead of tensing up like Stacey. Her climax forced a wash of girl cum out of her and past my firmly rooted dick, soaking the bed and Lauren in the process. I slowly pulled out of her and rolled her off Lauren, collapsing back on top of Lindsey for a moment and holding her, kissing her cheeks and neck as she struggled to catch her breath. Once she was breathing normally and blinking to try and clear her head I kissed her on the mouth, tasting a hint of my sister there, then pushed myself up from Lindsey.

Lauren had sat up and was rubbing at pussy, biting her lower lip and looking at me eagerly, but instead of pulling her to me I grabbed Stacey's leg and pulled her down the bed. I got on top of her from behind and slid my dick into her pussy as I laid myself on top of her, cradling her hard, muscular body below mine. She turned her head and accepted my kiss.

"You wanna try?" I asked.

"You mean can you try?" she smirked.

"Well, it's your ass too."

"Do it," Lindsey grumbled, exhausted for the moment. "Did you know the first time I saw his dick, he'd been fucking Lauren in the butt?"

Stacey snorted and then was humming her chesty laugh. "Really?"

"It was our first time trying it," Lauren said with a smile, sitting next to us and still diddling herself. "Really good. He spent a long time warming me up, way longer than necessary."

Stacey nodded, "Let's do it. I didn't think Lindsey would get two fingers in like she did and it hurt a little but felt good too."

"Was three," Lindsey clarified, making me chuckle.

I pulled out of Stacey and readjusted my position so that I was pointed at her ass, which looked a little more open, and a lot more glistening, then when I'd first started playing with it earlier. She was laying flat on her stomach and tucked her arms under her head, laying it sideways so she could watch me. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then sat up and palmed her ass cheeks and spread her wider, feeling her glutes flex against hands.

Stacey did not take to anal as well as Lauren or Lindsey. It almost became a task, slowly putting more pressure to push through her tight anal ring. Lauren broke out the lube instead of relying on spit, which helped a bit, but it was slow going and I wasn't really thrusting. Don't get me wrong, the firm grip of Stacey's ass felt fantastic, and her desire for it as she urged me to take her was an emotional rush, but her winces and the hiss of sharp intakes of breath belied the fact that she wasn't getting much pleasure out of the experience.

Looking down at the top third of my dick lodged between her tight ass cheeks was almost as good as the feeling of her clenching and unclenching on me, and Lindsey took a picture on her phone so that Stacey could see. "Fuck, that's hot," she said, "It looks like fucking porn, but I can still feel it back there."

In the end Lauren and Lindsey convinced Stacey now just wasn't the time, and they would figure out a way to work her up to taking me fully. I slowly withdrew from her and her ass quickly closed up, still slimy with lube but unforgiving. After a quick wipedown of my equipment I could tell Lauren was dieing to get fucked, and internally I was grinning as my plan kept working. I laid back on the bed and turned to Stacey, "I want to watch you pop that ass up and down on me."

My sister grinned and quickly got mounted on me, lowering herself a little more slowly than that first time. Once I was fully sheathed she flexed her ass muscles, making her firm cheeks bounce, and then started bouncing her ass up and down on me. I watched for a long moment, engrossed, before reaching out and pulling Lindsey towards me, quickly situating her over top of me so that I was staring at her beautifully spartan pussy. I pulled her hips down, driving my tongue into her and tasting her sweet, syrupy juices. She ground down on me and my nose flicked across her clit, making her shudder, and I groaned as Stacey rolled her hips while riding me. After a few minutes I pushed Lindsey a bit, moving her until I was tonguing her ass instead of her pussy, rimming her as roughly as a tongue can while she moaned.

I surprised Stacey by thrusting up at her while doing this, and she fell forward and braced herself with her hands as I drove up into her again and again. She tightened, and though I couldn't see her past my very close up view of Lindsey's perineum and pussy, I could tell she was coming by the way she stopped moving and hiccuped a breath. I kept thrusting through and she cried out wordlessly and finally went limp. Pushing Lindsey off of me, I rolled Stacey away and quickly turned around and bent Lindsey over, unceremoniously mounting her and pushing my cock into her ass in three quick thrusts.

"Ummmmgyah," she moaned, dropping her face to the mattress as I froze and let her adjust for a moment. Lauren was sitting on the bed, eyes trained on her sister and her brow furrowed in frustration. Her legs were spread and she had one hand working frantically at her pussy, but I could tell she hadn't been able to get off. Her boobs were jiggling deliciously and she kept licking her lips.

"Dooo me," Lindsey moaned, pushing back against my dick.

"Not until you start sucking on Lauren's toes," I said with a grin. I was still trying to find my way with telling Lindsey what to do - figuring out that she had submissive tendencies was one thing and moving her around in bed was easy enough, but the psychological stuff was hard to balance. 

Lindsey reached out and grabbed her sister's foot, quickly pulling it towards her and I could see her immediately run her tongue between Lauren's toes. Lauren's eyes fluttered at the odd stimulation and her chest heaved as she took a big breath, her hand hesitating.

I pulled out of Lindsey completely and then thrust back in before taking a firm handle on her hips and began fucking her seriously. She moaned around Lauren's feet as she sucked and licked and I let myself start to lose control, the pressure rising in me towards an epic climax. Lindsey was thrusting back at me as best she could and her legs were quivering as small orgasms rolled through her, the slap of her ass on her hips broken by her incoherent mumbling.

"Lauren, come here," I groaned and she immediately took her foot from her sister and crawled over to me. I leaned out and kissed her while reaching one of my hands under Lindsey and swiping up the sweet excretions from her pussy. I took Lauren's other foot and wiped the liquids there, doing it once more before offering it to Lindsey.

"So fucking dirty," Lauren moaned, watching as her older sister immediately started slurping up her own taste from between her toes.

I reached my hand back under Lindsey to start awkwardly rubbing at her pussy while I kept plowing into her ass, but my fingers found others there. Looking behind me, Stacey was still laying down on the bed but had reached out and was rubbing at Lindsey. She gave me a weak smile and a shrug, and I turned back as my blonde haired disney princess moaned around her sister's foot, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck my dirty whore ass. I'm going to come."

Lindsey burst again, shuddering so hard she collapsed from her knees to lie on her stomach, forcing me to follow her down and keep thrusting, pounding her into the bed until I reached my peak.

I pulled out of Lindsey, grabbed Lauren and pulled her and myself off the bed and to the floor of her room with a thump. She let me manhandle her down, laying her out as I jerked my dick and exploded, pump after pump of my excruciatingly pleasurable orgasm dumping ropes of cum across her tits, neck and face. She was moaning with her mouth wide, catching some of it on her tongue, but even as my orgasm subsided and pushed on my pool of power and stepped away from her. Smacking her hands away from where they were both frantically working her clit, I drove into her hard enough that she slid up the carpet slightly. I immediately started pounding into her and Lauren came, so I pulled out and let her squirt up at me, leaving my groin dripping. 

As soon as she was done I lowered myself to her again, thrusting and setting her tits bouncing up and down as she lay with her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hanging open in a silent cry. I could feel the friction of the carpet on my knees and wondered if it felt good or painful on her ass and back and shoulders, but she didn't say anything or stop me. I grabbed a discarded pair of panties from her floor and rubbed it on her face, cleaning my cum from her, and bent and kissed her roughly. She bit my lip hard enough that I tasted a hint of blood, and as I drew back she was glaring at me, her grey eyes flashing with lust, and she fucked back at me. I grabbed her bouncing tits hard, squeezing as my thumbs flicked back and forth over her hard little nipples, and then spit down on her chest and grabbed the panties again, wiping up my cum from there and from my hands, before I dropped my head and teased one of her nipples between my teeth.

She came again and I pulled out to watch her squirting, this time even more powerful than the last as it splattered me. I flipped Lauren over onto her hands and knees, entering her from behind and quickly grabbing her hair near the root like I knew she liked. We were fucking at each other easily as hard as Stacey and I had been earlier, and I kept tugging on her hair and she arced her back, resisting my pull but giving in until her head was pulled back to my chest and I wrapped my other arm around her tummy, pulling her to me firmly as I buried myself to the hilt, her continued attempts to thrust back just grinding her up and down on me. I tongued her ear and then bit her earlobe lightly before whispering to her, "Come for me again."

I felt her vagina ripple as her body melted and tensed over and over, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave while I went off as well, shooting as deeply into her as I could until I felt like there was nothing more I could give. We collapsed backwards, her on top of me, both panting heavily, and Lauren slowly rolled off of me with a sloppy, drunken smile.

"Fuck," she gasped, wheezing a laugh. "You're getting even better at pushing my buttons."

"You deserve it," I said, craning my neck and kissing her nose.

"You two are insane," Stacey said from above us, her and Lindsey sitting on the bed with their own grins.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, "I think I won our little 'who comes first' competition so I don't think you can talk."

She smirked at my joke, "Yeah, we'll I'm ready for a rematch right now, but we're gonna have to wait for you."

Lauren groaned happily, rolling her eyes. I stood up and gestured down to my dick, which was already hard again. "You're going to regret that."

"Wait," Lauren croaked, sitting up and letting me help her to her feet. "You two can have a fuck-off some other time. This is our first time together, and we love each other. We should do something special. Jerry, what's something you've always thought about doing if you had three girls ready and willing to do anything for you?"

"Um," I said, possibilities flashing through my mind. "Maybe you three could line up on the edge of the bed with your asses in the air, and I could fuck each of you over and over until one of you makes me come?" 

The three girls all grinned and Lauren slapped my ass before stepping onto the bed on her knees. "Now that sounds very hot."

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If you've been enjoying FoF I humbly suggest checking out my other ongoing series, Technically We're Estranged in the Taboo/Incest category, which will see it's final updates releasing soon, as well as my previous release Pushing Buttons in the First Time category which is going to be getting a follow up story under Group in the near future.

A big apology to all those who have been following FoF for the major delay in this chapter. If you're interested in hearing why it was delayed, shoot me some private feedback using the form below including your email and I will send you the note I have already sent out to my mailing list. If you're interested in joining that list feel free to let me know that too, I send out updates whenever I have a new story going live along with news of my other Lit projects.

In the future, for FoF story arcs and other series-based stories I will be delaying release until I have the entire thing written. This means you probably won't see another FoF for a while, but when you do you'll get a full 6 or 7 chapters in a row.

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