The Chamberlain Coven Ch. 06-08

Above him Susanna's face gentled. "I know you are, honey. And I appreciate the effort. So let's make sure you know what you are doing."

Susanna laid her feet flat on the bed, raised her knees, and spread her legs wide. With her fingers, she gently parted her nether lips so her most delicate parts were exposed.

"Here is my clit," she said softly, dipping a finger into her wetness, then gently rubbing the tip against the small nub of flesh. "Would you like to touch it?"

John nodded jerkily. Following her example, he wet his finger in her damp folds, then softly made contact with her most sensitive organ. Above him, Susanna softly hissed in pleasure. John drew his face closer. Now that he knew where to work, he wanted to see if his tongue was as effective on her as hers had been on him. Looking upwards for permission, he buried his face in the junction of her thighs and made use of the lesson she had taught him. Wiser now, he flicked his tongue over her button.

"Softer, Johnny," she said, and he made his motions smaller, less jerky. "Yes, that's better. Remember," she said, her voice starting to hitch, her hips to buck upwards, "Treat every...every inch of me like you want me to treat...to treat the head of your cock," his tongue slid up her slit, finding her clit, then lightly flicked the tip. Taking cues from her reactions, he settled into long slow strokes, trying to keep his tongue on her clit as long as possible. Greatly daring, he wet an index finger and inserted in gently into her love canal, timing his stokes to match those of his tongue, while his other hand firmly gripped the muscled flesh of her ass, showing her the urgency of his passion.

Her reaction was everything he could have desired. Keening softly, she grabbed her breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples between her fingers, then let go to take hold of his head, forcing him to service her as she ground her pubis into his face.

John felt like he was drowning in flesh. Susanna's thighs had clamped about his ears, and his mouth tried desperately to please his sister, licking and sucking on every surface his tongue could reach. His upper lip was pushed back against his teeth as she ground her mons against him. Only his nose was clear, and he blessed the Goddess in his mind that he would not be forced to break away from Susanna in order to breathe. Her desire inflamed him, and his own hips ground down into the mattress, forcing his raging erection into the bed.

Susanna's pleasure peaked. One last stroke of his tongue sent her over the edge and her feet pushed down on the bed, forcing her entire body off the mattress. Her thighs spread wantonly and her hips bucked. One hand reached down and pulled John's head aside by the hair, as the other frigged her clit, trying to extend her pleasure.

As soon as the orgasm crested, she pulled John by his hair to her face. Kissing him deeply, she looked into his eyes.

"Good job, bro. Now fuck me."

John did not need to be told twice. He pushed Susanna's legs onto his shoulders so that her cunt was fully exposed. Taking a split second to rub his head in her juices so that he would have a wet entry, he split her steamy twat with one long sure stroke. Kneeling over her, he gathered her breasts in her hands and fondled them as he drove into her over and over again, reveling in the feel of her moist cunt-flesh around his cock.

Almost too quickly, he felt his prick expanding, muscles throbbing, ready to shoot millions of sperm into his sister's fertile pussy.

"Susanna, I'm going to...going to..."

"Yes, Johnny. Do it. Shoot your jizz into me. Do it!"

Her dirty talk sent him over the edge. He dropped to her face and kissed her as his manhood exploded deep within her, whispering words of love and lust that sent her spiraling into a second orgasm of her own.

*******

John glanced at the clock. Eight forty-seven. Damn it. He heard a car in the driveway. And hadn't there been some noise downstairs while he was eating Susanna out? His mother was almost certainly up, and it sounded like at least one of their relatives had already arrived.

"We should really clean up and get dressed, Suzy."

"Get dressed, maybe. But I'm not cleaning up."

John looked at his sister. There was a stubborn look in her eye.

"Today you'll probably fuck Eleanor or Agatha or Hilda. Maybe even Aunt Sybil, though I doubt it. After today, you'll have two mates, and I will have to share you. I can learn to accept it, though right now I don't like it.

"When we go downstairs, I want them to smell you on me. It is petty and it is small, but I want them to know that whatever happens today, I was your first."

John smiled and kissed her deeply, tongue tracing the sweet curve of her lips.

"I love you, Susanna. What happens today won't change that," he dropped his hand to her belly, "Do you think we..."

"Made a baby? No, not last night. Today it is too early to tell. Your little spermies are still squirming their way up my cunt, trying to reach the egg," she smiled at his expression.

"We are witches, Johnny. Of course we'll know when you knock us up. You would know too if you took the time to try," her hand covered his as it lay on her stomach, "Concentrate."

John's eyes opened wide. He had felt it! Felt the tiny thrashing mass of sperm inside his sister, moving slowly, oh so slowly, up her uterus towards her tubes to where her egg was waiting. Even as he concentrated, he felt thousands of pinprick-fine motes go out, dying in their attempt to fertilize his sister's ovum.

He looked at Susanna, face bleak.

"Mother told me about it long ago. She told me that we could feel it if we tried, but that it was best not to. So many deaths to make one life," her voice was sad. She forced a smile onto her face, "So now you know. And when the time comes and we make a baby together, think of how awesome it will be to feel it happen!"

Nodding and thoughtful, John left the bedroom and went to get dressed.