Around her, the girls were doing the same, with varying degrees of embarrassment. Being who and what they were, none of them were strangers to the idea of same-sex experimentation, but none of them had been particularly attracted to any of the others before the tsunami of emotion from John and Susanna's crossing had hit them across the link which the Dark One had put in place. Horrified, they had striven to the utmost to hold back John as he crossed town and attacked Susanna, but had found their efforts as meaningless as a whisper in a hurricane.
Sybil had despaired, and had then screamed with triumph with her daughters and niece as Claire had beaten back the attack and had rescued Susanna and John from rape and insanity. But the power of the crossing was still in place, and as John and Susanna consummated their mating, and as John had in turn had made love to his mother for the first time, opening the conduit for her power, the shared link had driven them all into a frenzy of lust that none of them could resist.
"Shit," said Eleanor, and Sybil grinned at the unusual epithet coming from "Miss Ellie's" mouth. Eleanor was completely naked, and Sybil's eyebrows rose as she noted that her pussy was shaved bare. Apparently Ellie had a little bit more hell in her than some of them realized. She rubbed at a livid love-bite on her shoulder as she stuffed her underwear and clothes into a voluminous shoulder bag.
"Have you had all your shots, Hilda? Or should I get a tetanus booster?"
Hilda leered at Eleanor, completely unfazed. She cupped the solid globes of her tits and waggled them at Eleanor, her wrecked workout outfit only serving to emphasize her magnificent body. "I'm drug and disease free, if that's what you want to know. Why so shy, Ellie? There's plenty more where that came from, and the night is still young."
"Goddess, you're shameless," said Eleanor with a loving smile, and Agatha muttered scowling agreement, "Aunt Sybil, can I steal one of the second-hand dresses? I'd rather not have the Des Moines PD pull me over and have to explain why I am driving naked at 11 o'clock on a Friday night."
"Go ahead, darling. In fact, I think all of us should do the same. The last thing we want to do right now is to draw attention to ourselves."
"So we avoid attention by all dressing as if we are refugees from the nineteen-seventies?" said Agatha sourly, "That's just crazy enough to work."
Sybil frowned at her youngest daughter. Despite the terror of earlier, Hilda, and Eleanor were obviously, glowingly, ecstatic by what had happened, and Sybil shared their joy. The unexpected all-girl orgy had only spiked their appetite for the release of their pent-up desires. Agatha, on the other head, had an attitude of barely-concealed resentment, overlain by fear.
I need to talk to her.
She spoke to Ellie and Hilda, "Girls, Aggie and I are going to clean up and lock up. I think we can all agree that the best place to discuss what just happened is at Aunt Claire's. Let's all meet there tomorrow morning," She fixed a firm look on Hilda, "However, no one is to be there before 9 AM. I don't care how badly you want to mate with John, let's give him a chance to get used to what happened tonight before we all show up to screw his brains out, OK?"
"All right, mom," said Hilda, and Eleanor nodded. The two of them quickly gathered their belongings and left the store. Sybil kept an eye on them until they safely reached their cars and drove off into the rainy night. Then she turned to Agatha.
"OK, Aggie. What the hell is your problem? We've been begging the Goddess for this day for the last two years and you look like someone threatened to cancel Dr. Who. Why are you so mad?"
Agatha looked angrily at her mother and seemed on the verge of a furious retort. Her mouth opened and closed. Her chin quivered, and, suddenly, she broke down bawling and hurled herself into her mother's arms.
Stunned and confused, Sybil held her youngest. Not knowing what had triggered this outburst of emotion, she could do nothing more than hold her and make soothing sounds.
Sighing, she led Agatha back to one of the overstuffed couches that ran against the far wall, there for those who wanted to skim some of the books in the shop before buying them.
Of the four women who had stayed in the store, only Agatha had managed to keep most of her clothes on. Her t-shirt was rumpled and had undergone a few strategic tears as others fought for access, and like everyone else, her panties had been removed as desperate fingers and mouths had sought the treasure they hid, but she could actually have gone out in public without getting arrested.
Unlike me, Sybil thought comfortably. She had not initiated the orgy, but she had not fought it, either. Unlike her sister, she had been sexually active prior to tonight, with a couple of older male friends happy to come to her small house whenever she felt like making a booty call.
Agatha sniffled and wiped her nose with an indelicate snort as she got herself under control. A terrible thought struck Sybil. Had Agatha been an unwilling participant in the orgy? It was not unknown for a member of the coven to draw back against the desire which compelled them during a crossing, but it was almost vanishingly rare. Sex had defined them for so long that to have one of their number who actually disliked it was almost a tragedy.
"Agatha, honey? Are you OK? We didn't do anything you didn't like, did we, darling?"
Agatha grunted and shook her head. She rubbed a hickey that someone (Ellie? Hilda? Sybil didn't remember doing it) had raised on her neck.
"It's not that, Mom. I guess I'm just being stupid," she tried to stand up, but Sybil's grip on her wrist kept her seated.
"I'll be the judge of what is stupid and what isn't. You haven't broken down like that since we first saw The Return of the King in the theater. I thought you'd be happy. No more drinking a potion that tastes like ass. No more being careful about what you say around Johnny. The chance to finally let your inhibitions go and give in to your needs. Bear a child for the coven."
"Get the leftovers," and Agatha's voice was filled with unutterable bitterness, "Watch while Suzy and Eleanor and Hilda screw themselves silly with my best friend. While I wait to see if the ugly duckling will get a sympathy fuck. John was my friend. He understood me. We talked. But now he will have three hot young women to hump, and two sexy milfs. There won't be anything left for me!"
Sybil gaped at her daughter. She could not believe the self-loathing and despair she heard in Agatha's voice. What was wrong with her? Did she really think so little of herself?
"Aggie, that's ridiculous! What makes you think you will be left out? John loves you just as much as he does the rest of us."
"Right," Agatha said contemptuously, "Like he is going to have any time for me when my playboy-hot sister is shaking her ass in front of him. Or his twin, who looks like a horny angel. Or his other sister, who is so kinky she could walk through a corkscrew sideways, despite the good-girl act she puts on.
"Let's not forget that he has already fucked his mother tonight. He isn't going to give that up. He's a man, isn't he? And then there's you, the hot yoga-teaching aunt who he's probably been beating off to since he was fourteen."
Sybil looked at Agatha in desperate worry. Her mind ticked through a series of facts, accumulated over the last several years.
The youngest child, aside from the twins, who had always had each other. Wore glasses since she was ten, didn't get laser surgery until after she graduated high school, when we finally got better insurance. Seemed to have the easiest time with the crossing. Didn't complain about the potion that kept her sex drive under control. Not many boyfriends, even after she crossed. Bookworm. Graduated second in her class and on a full academic ride, in a major where there are hardly any other girls, and sexism runs rampant. No girlfriends to help her with her hair or makeup or clothes, or to talk to her about men, aside from her sister and cousins, who she envies. Jealous of anyone who might come between her and John, even family. Always in the shadow of her sexier, successful older sister.
And the clothes. Why didn't I understand that before? She wasn't wearing them to avoid attention from the boys in her classes at Drake. She was wearing them so she wouldn't have to compete with the other members of her family!
Good Goddess, she thought with amused horror. She actually doesn't think she is attractive!
"Stand up," she said, and drew Agatha to her feet to stand beside her. Pulling on her wrist, she guided her into the back room, where one their most precious and dangerous artifacts hung on the wall.
The Mirror of Truth was no one's idea of a toy. On first glance, it seemed nothing more than a simple silver-chased mirror, draped with black cloth, about seven feet high and five wide.
On second glance, the power made itself felt. Looking too long into it unprepared was to invite madness. In it, if the spells which controlled it chose, one could see every flaw, every moral fault and personal blemish. Every lie, every ill thought, every thoughtless deed. Every thing that a person did not wish to know about herself would be shown to her.
And you could not forget what you saw. The lies that one told oneself to stay sane would be stripped away, and you would see yourself for what you actually were, not how you wished to be.
Taking care not to disturb the cloth that hid them from the mirror's view, Sybil touched the glass and reached into her mind. Carefully, so carefully, she adjusted the spells which made the mirror the most dangerous item in the store.
"Stand with me, my daughter," taking Agatha's right hand in her left, she reached with her other hand and pulled the cloth away from the mirror.
Agatha stared at her reflection for about thirty seconds. Not blinking. Barely breathing. She started to shake, and then with a wail fell to her knees, weeping.
Sybil quickly replaced the cloth, then gathered her daughter in her arms again.
"Well, child? What did the mirror tell you?"
Agatha looked up, and there was joy in her eyes.
"It said I was beautiful! Mom, I'm beautiful!"
"Well, of course you are. You're a Chamberlain, aren't you? Goodness. I think we might want to have your IQ retested. I have no idea how any other idea ever entered your head. My fault, I suppose. I was so busy praising you for being smart all these years I forgot to tell you that any hetero boy worth his cock would want to sex you up. Come on out here," she led her into the main room and paused in front of an ordinary, mundane mirror. "Strip."
Agatha cocked an eyebrow at her, but removed her clothes anyway, "I have to tell you, Mom, that I am not really in the mood right now."
"You will be," hissed Sybil in a Yoda-voice, "You will be."
"Goddess, Mom, that's the worst use of an "Empire" quote ever," giggled Agatha. Beside her, Sybil removed the ruins of her dress so they stood nude side-by-side.
They could have been sisters. The resemblance was that close. Despite differences in hair color and length, height, and bust size, mother and daughter both wore their sexuality like a garment that drew the eye. Any male (or female, if one's proclivities swung that way) would find them nearly irresistible if they chose to act on their power.
"The mirror does not lie, child. You are beautiful. You have nothing to fear from your sister, your cousins, your aunt, or myself. When John chooses to mate with you, he will do so of his own desire, not because he pities you, or for the sake of lost friendship.
"So quit yer bellyachin' and go home! Take a hot shower, eat a decent meal, and get some sleep. I'll see you at Aunt Claire's at nine o'clock."
Agatha looked at the pile of unattractive clothes in distaste. With a sideways smile at Sybil, she pulled a loose flower-print dress off the rack and skinned into it. It showed off her legs and cleavage to good advantage, and she smiled with delight. Kissing her mother on the cheek, she left the store, bell ringing merrily as she exited.
One last thing to do, sighed Sybil. She picked up the phone and dialed Claire's cell number.
"Hello, Sis. I apologize for waking you...Yeah, we got the full show here. Remind me to tell you about it tomorrow. Yep, we felt the whole thing. Congratulations for putting the fear of the Goddess into that bastard. We're going to be showing up at your place around nine...Yes, and you're lucky we're letting you sleep that long.
"Real quick before I let you go. I figure you're going to want to do some sort of random drawing to see who gets the next crack at John. I think you may want to reconsider. I had a long conversation with Aggie after everyone else left, and the poor child was convinced that once the ritual was completed, she was going to have to compete with all her relatives for time with John and would be getting sloppy seconds if she got anything at all...Yeah, I know, it is crazy, but we can't always control what we think. I showed her herself in the Mirror and I think I broke the back of her lack of confidence, but let's make sure of that, shall we..."
Quietly, the voices spoke in the dark, as nearby, the five people they loved most in all the world slept, and dreamed of the next day.
The next morning, John woke up feeling wonderful. He was cuddled with his sister in the bed in the guest bedroom, with his hands clasped protectively over her belly and his groin nestled against her ass. Blinking in the bright light coming in from the eastern window, he took a moment to recall the life-altering events of the previous evening. He shuddered as he recalled the dark force that drove him towards Susanna before his mother came to their rescue.
Taking a deep breath, he inhaled Susanna's scent. She smelled of clean skin and strawberry body wash. Sometime in the night she must have gotten up to take a shower. Squinting at the clock on the wall, he saw it was nearly 8 AM.
Showering sounds like a good idea. I should clean up before the rest of the coven arrives. He vaguely remembered his mother waking them up late at night to tell them the rest of the family would be "visiting" the next morning.
More like coming to see the sacrificial lamb, he thought. John was not at his best in the mornings, and was usually as cross as two sticks until he had a big glass of juice, breakfast, and the sports page of the Des Moines Register.
Quietly he disentangled himself from Susanna. She made a sleepy, happy noise when he kissed her cheek, but he was able to get up without waking her. He quietly padded through the upstairs hallway in the big, rambling house in the north part of Des Moines, passed the other bedrooms, and got into the shower. Soaping up, he considered his cock.
"If an erection lasts longer than 4 hours, please consult your physician," he said, mocking the boner-pill adds that seemed to run non-stop on his favorite sports channels on TV. Unless it had gone down during the night, he didn't think his erection had subsided at any time between last night and this morning. And it certainly didn't appear to be in a hurry now.
Just as well, he thought, If Mom was right, I am going to need all the help I can get over the next few months. Might make things a bit awkward in the locker room, though. He suppressed a hysterical giggle. It was as if he had fallen through a portal into a different world. Less than a day ago, his thoughts had been on a baseball game and getting ready for his last-ever round of finals in high school. Now he found himself the chosen vessel to impregnate four incredibly hot women, all of them his relatives, in order to continue the bloodline of his coven.
And apparently we have a pretty damn big enemy as well. Suzy might have forgotten that, but I haven't. We should have a talk with Mom sometime today. It sounded like Mom has a history with that thing. And now Suzy and I do as well. We owe him a little payback.
Working quickly, he soaped and rinsed, washed his hair and dried off. Remembering his mother's words from the previous evening, he shaved, brushed his teeth, and rinsed his mouth out. Walking back down the hallway, he meant to go to his room and dress before the rest of the thundering herd made an appearance. Somehow, though, his feet led him back into the guest bedroom. Susanna was still asleep. She was no longer curled on her side, but instead lay on her back, with the sheet which had been their only covering twisted so he could see the long, lean, length of her right leg.
Almost involuntarily, he went into the bedroom. He could smell the scent of her gentle arousal. Coming closer to the bed, he could see her hips rock slightly, driven by small motions of her buttocks, and see the way the petals of her sex were half-unfurled.
She is dreaming about me, he thought. I should wake her the best possible way.
Moving quietly, almost furtively, he carefully removed the sheet from her body. He then draped his body across the bottom half of the bed, blessing his mother for having the foresight to buy such a large canvas for the art of their lovemaking. Whispering a prayer to the Goddess, praying that he would not make an error, he positioned his head between his sister's thighs and licked her pussy for the very first time.
If he expected the instant orgasm of a woman driven mad by the skill of his tongue, he was disappointed. Instead, Susanna shifted slightly above him, but gave no other hint that she was aware of his presence. With her tangy taste on his tongue, John continued to lick her, hoping to give her pleasure, hoping even more that she would wake up and let him know what he was doing right, if anything.
This would have been a hell of a lot easier if you would have waited for her to wake up, dumbass, he thought to himself. Not terribly easy to get assembly instructions when the only person who read the directions is sound asleep. Still, he persevered, lapping doggedly at the area where he vaguely remembered from his sex-ed classes where the clitoris might be located.
Something must be happening, he thought, darting a look up Susanna's belly, past the sweet peaks of her breasts, and onto her face. Although her eyes were still tightly closed, her face was flushed, and her nipples had drawn into the tight little points he adored so much. And her belly? Was that trembling the precursor to a woman's ultimate pleasure?
He glanced up again. The eyes were too tight. The face was too flushed. And the trembling was not an impending orgasm, but instead ...
Giggling.
"You're laughing at me," he said flatly. Susanna's eyes opened.
"Well, yes, a little," she admitted, her eyes merry. "You looked so cute down there. Like Pocus at her water bowl. And it was so obvious you had no idea what you were doing, but you kept trying anyway," her hand caressed his cheek.
"It was kind of sweet," she said, backing up the bed until she was in a half-sitting position, supported by a bank of fluffy pillows. "Come on up here with me. This angle is giving me a crick in my neck."
John inched his way up the bed, but did not leave his position between her legs.
"Now, let's see," Susanna grinned wickedly, "I don't have any problem guessing what you were trying to do, but you have a lot to learn about how to do it!"
"Give me a break, Sis, it is only my second day," grumped John. "You might have been better at giving me head, but my wang is out there in front of the Goddess and everybody. All your bits are...hidden! I'm working without a map, here!"
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