The Chamberlain Coven Ch. 09-13

"Goddess, I've done it again. When will I stop saying stupid crap to the women I love?"

Agatha lifted her head from John's neck, where she had been diligently raising a gorgeous hickey. "As long as you keep telling us you love us, John, and you mean it, we'll forgive you damn near anything. But please try to be less stupid in the future, if you can."

John nodded, relieved. He bent his head to kiss Agatha, then stood up with her legs still wrapped around his waist and her ass cradled in his hands.

"I'm going upstairs to make love with my mate," he announced loudly as he carried her out of the room, "And I won't be back down here for at least ten minutes!"

Sybil cocked an eyebrow at Claire. "Ten minutes?" she asked.

"He's young, but he'll last at least fifteen. Maybe more. And trust me, sister dear, he is worth it."

"MMMMmmmmmm."

Chapter 10

On the stairs they passed Susanna going in the opposite direction. She was dressed in a short skirt and a t-shirt, and her blonde hair was tied back in a pony-tail.

"Where are you going, sis?"

"Off to the library. I still have to study for my chemistry final in a couple of weeks. And I'm not going to get any work done here with you two just a few steps down the hall." She looked at the two of them. "Try not to screw her more than four or five times, John. I have plans for tonight. On the other hand," she said with a grin to Agatha, "If brother dear can't satisfy you, drop by my room later on. Hilda gave me a double-ended Hitachi that I call Mr. Happy for my birthday. I am sure that we can find something to do with it," she purred, and caressed Agatha's cheek.

By now Agatha was too far gone to answer. Although John had somehow kept his sleep shorts over his dick, Agatha had managed to get herself into a position where she could maneuver the head of John's cock against her horny muff. Panting with need, she plunged the mouth of her vagina against it, whimpering as the soft fabric of his shorts denied his phallus entrance into the one place in all the world she most wished it to go.

John finished the trip up the stairs and carried her into the guest bedroom. With difficulty, he managed to disentangle himself from Agatha's embrace and set her on her feet.

"Agatha," he said. "Agatha! Look at me!"

Slowly sanity returned to her lust-glazed face and her eyes met his.

"Aggie, we have never done this before," he said gently. "Susie was a virgin when we made love last night, so she couldn't really tell me what she wanted. My mother guided me every step during her half of the ritual, so I didn't have to ask. But I don't know what you like. How can I make you happy?"

In answer she pushed John gently backwards until he was sitting on the bed. In one fluid motion she pulled off her dress, revealing her magnificent body. Shorter than his other relations, she most resembled her aunt, his mother. But her bust was large enough to make her seem wasp-waisted, especially when her ample hips were taken into consideration. From the rear, she looked like a golden-skinned cello, all glowing curves.

Walking around the bed, she climbed onto it from the side opposite John. She lay on her side, facing him across the bedspread.

"Until yesterday, I didn't believe I was beautiful. I am still not sure I believe it. I know what the Mirror has shown me, and my mother and the rest tell me I am attractive. But I have never had a boy tell me I am beautiful before.

"Tell me what you love about me, John. And I will know if you lie."

John laid on his side by Agatha, his head only a foot away, facing her across a pillow. He took a breath to make a quick answer, held it, and exhaled, thinking better.

Gently, he thought.

"Your eyes," he said.

"My eyes?"

John nodded. "They are a deep, deep blue. Like an ocean at twilight. But when you are happy, or excited about something, or are talking about a topic you are passionate about, they light up. It makes your entire face come alive." He cupped her cheek, stroking her eyebrow with his thumb. He kissed her lips softly.

"Your face is beautiful, too. When you smile, everyone wants to be near someone who is so happy. It's like you have some sort of magnetic force that draws people to you. And Goddess, Aggie, you are so damn smart. I'm not a dummy. No one in the family is. But the crap you know about physics and engineering and computers and advanced math makes me feel I am using an etch-a-sketch compared to you."

He knelt on the coverlet, looking down at her from above. His erection raged, desiring release with a new mate.

Shut up, he told it. Some things are more important than fucking.

With soft pressure on her shoulder, he turned her until she lay face-down on the bed. He moved down the bed until he could lift her feet and gently caress the soles. Her toes twitched as he massaged the sensitive instep.

"Your feet are beautiful. No corns or warts. No sign of swamp-foot," he said with a smile, and heard her laugh softly.

He moved his hands up, gently stroking from her calves to the backs of her thighs, "Strong legs. No cottage-cheese thighs here. And goodness, Agatha, you are tan all over. How does an Iowa girl stay fit and tan through these cold Midwest winters?"

"Two hours a week on the exercise bike, a step class on Sunday at Hilda's gym, and a tanning bed at the same place. She won't let me skip a day," said Agatha, stretching languorously beneath the gentle pressure of his hands. "Where the hell did you learn massage?"

"I didn't," John said. His hands were now gently kneading the flesh of her ass. He ignored her soft moan, and the rocking motion that meant she was pushing her pubis into the bed. "I'm just doing what feels right. Strong rear end, here. And nice wide hips. I was happy that you didn't have one of those bony butts when you sat on my leg at the kitchen table. You know, the kind that can drill a hole right through your leg if someone sits on you?"

He moved even further up. His dick, oozing wetness, wept a glistening trail up her leg until it lodged between her buttocks as he dropped a series of soft kisses up her back. "Looks like you have a straight spine. No scoliosis for you. And you are amazingly hunch-free for such an old lady." He could feel her back shake as she giggled.

Pulling on one shoulder, he urged her to turn over so that she was looking up at him as he straddled her, his weight on her thighs.

"And have I mentioned your breasts?"

"What about my breasts?"

"Only that they are ridiculous. Stupendous. Amazing. I won't make any claims to be an expert. Yours are only the fourth pair I have ever seen, and I didn't get much a look at Sandy's. But you must be using some sort of advanced engineering. They shouldn't stick out so much without sagging just a little," he smiled conspirationally. "You're using a charm, aren't you?"

Agatha shrugged, which did amazing things to her chest, "Just a small one. Mom taught it to Hilda and me a few years ago, when it became obvious we were going to end up much bigger on top than her or your mother. I'm pretty sure Mom and Aunt Claire use it, too. We'll let Susie and Ellie know about it eventually. They don't need it yet."

He cupped one of the breasts in his palm, he swallowed thickly, trying to curb his lust, "Which brings us to your nipples. I love their dark color against your tan skin. I love the way they rose when you saw me. The fact that I know I can arouse my partner..."

My mate.

"...and that she wants to share her body with me makes me so happy I can't stand it. I know that the power is driving us together, Aggie. If you had club feet and a lazy eye, and if I looked like the Elephant Man, it would still make us mate. Hell, we would probably enjoy it. But the fact that you find me attractive makes me want to scream from the rooftops.

"Which brings me to the last thing I find beautiful about you."

"What's that?" Agatha asked. John's litany of her virtues had her nearly weeping. She took a tissue off the nightstand and wiped her nose. Thinking quickly, she also grabbed a clean washcloth and bottle of water that someone (Susanna?) had left there. Working a quick charm, she warmed the water and used it and the washcloth to clean John's crotch.

Susanna had him last. I know he loves her, too, but I am not going to screw him when he is still covered with her juice.

"You, Agatha. You are beautiful. All of you. Your mind, your body, and especially your personality. You are kind and decent and caring and you love your family." John leaned down until his face was only inches from hers. "You are beautiful, Agatha Maureen Chamberlain, and there is nothing about you that I do not love. Will you be my mate?"

Agatha cupped his face in her hands and drew him down into a kiss that seared their souls.

"Yes, John, I will."

She pulled him down to her, trying to devour him, his lips, his tongue. She was drowning in his scent. She fisted her hands in his hair so he could not draw away as she explored his mouth with her tongue, running it along the insides of his lips, then darting deep into his mouth to do battle with his. Her heels hooked around his legs, trapping him on top of her.

He finally broke away, dropping a trail of kisses down her neck until he reached her chest. Teasingly he laved her breasts with his tongue, but stayed away from her nipples, which were turgid with want. He kissed the delicate skin above her breastbone, delighting in the feel of her breasts on his cheeks, their weight in his hands as he squeezed them against his face.

"Oh, John, darling, please. The nipples..." Agatha groaned.

You did promise to try to make her happy, John thought with an inward smile. He hovered over her breasts. Lowering himself slightly, he blew hot breath on one of her nipples, then flicked the tip ever so slightly with his tongue.

"More, damn it," she growled, and John started in earnest, laving her entire aureola with his tongue, watching her nipple tighten further, then closing his mouth on the delicate, swelling bud, sucking it and loving it with his lips and tongue. His other hand sought to duplicate his mouth's motions, using his thumb and forefinger to stroke up and down the length of her other nipple, then giving it a little pinch as his teeth closed on the other with a tiny nip.

Agatha flinched, and her breath hissed between her teeth. John looked up to meet her frown.

"Not that," she said.

John nodded, "Of course, golden girl." He smiled, "Like I said, this is all new to me. If I do something you don't like, tell me. I need to know." He bent back to her breasts, more careful now, all fingertips and tongue-tip and delicate stroking. She writhed beneath him as he worked.

By the Goddess, he was incredible! The nerve endings in her nipples were on fire with pleasure as he played with her. She spread her legs as far as she could and ground her hips forward, trying to create some friction which would satisfy the hungry burning in her groin. John's hand left her breast and she moaned in disappointment, even as his mouth drew on her other nipple, sucking gently, applying just the pressure she wished. His hand danced across her belly, soft as a birds' wing, paused briefly at the bare rise of her pubis, then covered her pussy, cradling it as a gift incredibly precious.

He raised his head from her breast and looked at her. Knowing what he sought to do, she nodded happy acceptance into his eyes, smiling at his grave expression. He rolled off of her, lying on his left side, and she turned and faced him, lying on her right. She reached down and with trembling fingertips traced the dimensions of his cock as he eased two fingers into her hungry love-hole, thumb caressing her clit, heel of his palm pressing firmly down onto her mons.

Explorers in a new country, they were all but voiceless as they brought each other up to and past the pinnacle of pleasure. Agatha's strokes grew bolder and more sure as she jerked him off, moisture leaking from his slit to lubricate her pumping fist. John had to close his eyes and bite his lips to pull himself back from the brink. Pushing the wonderful sensation into the back of his mind, he concentrated on Agatha's pussy, keeping his strokes long, slow, and sure, ball of his thumb dancing on her button.

"Oh Johnny," she gasped, "Please..."

"Please what, cousin?"

Hearing the word of their illicit relationship threw another bolt of hunger through her body, "Your fingers. Curl them inside me as you...as you...as you stroke oh Goddess yes! Yes! Yes!" she shrieked as John felt the muscles of her vagina clenching around his fingers. She drew her legs up and hunched into a ball, filled with wracking spasms of joy as her orgasm washed over her. She felt John holding her, arms wrapped around her shoulders, raining kisses down on her face, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her.

The last tremors exited her body and Agatha knew it was time. Without a word she lay back and spread her legs for her mate. She looked up at the gentle, sweet, impossible man above her, her cousin, her lover, her mate.

He plunged into her, moving slowly, oh so slowly, careful of her sensitive flesh, braced on his arms above her, keeping his weight off her chest. His strokes were long and slow, prolonging the delicious friction between them. No sooner was one stroke done than another began. No frantic pounding, no mindless urge to come. She saw that her pleasure was his, that the sight of her lust-filled face was more important to him than a quick fuck.

The proof of his love and desire intensified her own. She felt the warmth of her love expand from her mind through her body, filling her every crevice with joyful heat. Above her, John paused, the throbbing heat of his cock a warm bar inside her. Agatha frowned.

"Why the hell are you stopping? Keep screwing me, dammit."

"Ummm. Agatha?"

"What?"

"You're glowing."

"What?!"

Agatha held up her hand in front of her face. It was true. A golden light was coming from her skin, casting faint shadows in the dim light of the room. Above her, John's face was suffused in awe.

"I've never..." his voice trailed off.

"Neither have I," she said, "But I don't care if I glow green like a Halloween witch. We'll talk about it after we're done. Now fuck me, dammit. Our part of the ritual needs to be closed. If we stop with this much power inside us, we'll probably blow out every transformer in six blocks."

Hearing her serious analysis of the possible repercussions of their actions made John laugh softly. Bending down, he kissed her again, and kept his mouth on hers, softly ravaging her mouth as he pumped her with his hungry cock. Unlike Susanna and Claire, she did not wrap her legs around his and restrict his motions. Rather, she hurled her legs wide, allowing him unfettered access to her sweet pussy. He looked down between them, the sight of her cheerful depravity pushing him closer to the brink. He felt his come boiling up the length of his cock, his balls tightening, muscles flexing as his rod grew, expanding to seal her entrance and to keep his seed inside her.

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

"I know, my love. Do it. Come for me. Seal the ritual. Become my mate."

Her words pushed him past all restraint. With a wordless shout of joy, joined by hers as she came again, he emptied himself into her in a lightning-swift thunderclap of pleasure.

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Three miles away, a stand of ash trees, infested with the emerald ash borer, an invasive species from Asia, stood dying. They had been tagged for removal by the end of the following week. An invisible wave washed over them. Suddenly, a convulsive movement wracked them. Tens of thousands of beetle larva were violently expelled, peppering the land about as with a shotgun blast.

The Des Moines Department of Public Works credited the trees' miraculous recovery to an insecticide treatment which had been made the previous year and had, somehow, not been recorded.

The oldest tree lived for one hundred and thirty years afterward, and was seen as one of the great local tourist attractions in Des Moines in the twenty-second century.

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"Damn," said Sybil, still sitting downstairs with Claire. As the power of John and Agatha's joining had built, both had shed most of their clothes. Unashamed, they were gently masturbating, their pleasure building off each other.

"Told you so," her sister smirked.

"No wonder the Dark One wanted him so badly. I knew it was going to be powerful, with six of us, but..." Sybil's body twitched towards the family room and the stairs which led up to John. Closing her eyes, she begged the Goddess for calm.

"Agatha would never forgive me if I went up there now," she muttered. She hastily pulled up her pants. "I'm going to open the store. I'll see you later?"

Claire nodded. "I'll come in later on, after Aggie has left. I'm not leaving John alone with anyone until the ritual has been closed for all of us."

Sybil smiled, though her t-shirt was dark with perspiration, and Claire could smell her arousal through her jeans. "Three down, three to go. Who do you think the power will choose tomorrow?"

"Sister mine, I have no idea,"

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In the bedroom above, unaware of the conversation below, John and Agatha held each other close. They were on their sides, Agatha's back nestled against John's chest. Crooning with satisfaction, Agatha grabbed John's hand with hers and pressed it against her breast. She sighed softly.

"That's so nice. I've always loved snuggling this way. It makes me feel safe and protected."

John smiled and pulled her closer, kissing her neck softly, her hair tickling his nose. He felt an unfamiliar sensation in his groin. Looking down he saw that his cock was lying flaccid against his thigh.

"Well, that's a relief," he said quietly.

"What is, Johnny?" she asked, confused.

"My dick. I've had a raging boner ever since the end of the game last night. It didn't go down after I fucked Susanna or Mom last night, or Susanna again this morning. I was beginning to worry it was permanent," he said with a smile, kissing her shoulder. "It was going to make the last couple of weeks of school pretty damn awkward. Not many guys are comfortable dressing next to a guy with a hard-on in gym class. To say nothing of the baseball team. Kind of hard to take batting practice with an erection," he said, as she shook with giggles underneath his hands.

"Well, you might be relieved, but I'm not. Once is not going to be enough for me, John Chamberlain," she said, reaching back with her tiny hand to grasp his cock. With firm strokes she massaged it, thumb rubbing over the sensitive glans, coating the head with the juices that remained form their love-making.

"MMMMmmmmm," she moaned, as his dick grew under her fingers. "I've always loved doing this. It seems like a special kind of magic, one that one can only do with a lover." Erect, his penis pressed into the cleft of her buttocks. His hips began to rock, sliding his phallus in and out, the tight globes of her ass cradling his sex, pushing back gently against him as his moisture lubed her cheeks, his hands gently kneading her breasts. He mistimed a stroke, and she flinched away from him.

"Not there," she said.

"I wasn't trying to," he protested, "I never even thought about it."

But now that she mentioned it...

"Agatha, have you ever...?"

"Yes, once," she sighed. She moved back against him to show she trusted him, reveling in the feel of his hardness against her. I'm going to have him again, she thought, her hands covering his, urging him to squeeze her breasts harder, to work the nipples. Her pussy ached, wanting him. "It was when I crossed, that first crazy weekend. He was a decent enough sort, or I never would have taken him back to my dorm room. We had fucked so many times that my pussy was raw. But I still needed more. He suggested that he fuck my ass. He had never done it before and he was curious. So was I. Of course, in the state I was in, he could have suggested damn near anything and I would have been OK with it.