The Fairy Ring Ch. 01

"Tell us, Mr. Brad," Roxanne said to him. "What is the essence of all this beauty? This is not an elf, is it? You know what this is, yes?" With one arm around her waist, she held Harmony's chin in her other hand, posing her face for him.

Gazing at his sister, he noticed her blush at his appraisal. "Oh I'm the last guy to ask about role-playing stuff," he said, blushing himself when he realized how sexy she looked.

"She is a succubus, yes?" Roxanne said eagerly, undoing another button to expose his sister's cleavage. "Yes, yes. Look at those lips. Look at that body." Spreading his sister's shirt, she revealed the lacy edges of her bra and far too much of her cleavage. "Hmm, Mr. Brad. Your sister is sexy like a succubus, yes?"

"Really?" Harmony said excitedly. "Me?"

"Oh, hey, wait. Succubus? No, she's not," Brad stammered, thinking back to the picture he saw in the car.

"Yes, you see it, don't you?" Placing a hand on his butt cheek, Roxanne drew him closer. "She is the stuff of men's dreams. She is stimulus, she is incitement, she is arousal." She placed his hand on his sister's chest between her breasts, the lace on the bra tickling his palm. Her skin felt soft on his fingertips.

Blushing, Brad pulled his hand away. As Harmony stared at him wide-eyed, Roxanne approached him, unbuttoning his shirt. "And you. Yes, I see it now. An incubus inhabits you. That is your nature. That is why you two are together. You were a demon couple in a previous life." She ran her fingers down his chest in a long stroke and then slid her hand up over one of his pecs.

He wanted to say something, but his throat was clenched. Energy seemed to emanate from her hand through his chest down to his groin. Staring at her soft, thick lips, he became stiff.

"You see that too, yes?" Roxanne placed Harmony's hand on his chest and slid it down his exposed skin. Continuing the motion, she ran his sister's hand over his stomach and left it on his groin. He and Harmony stared at each other awkwardly—she unable to pull her hand away, and he unable to speak.

"Come." Roxanne suddenly pulled Harmony by the wrist. "I have LARP costumes upstairs. We will show your brother. He will see." The two of them sped off, bounding up the stairs.

Brad watched their departure in silence before going outside, impressed by how shapely her ass was and how tight her jeans were in showing it off. Shaking his head, he thought about how eccentric she seemed, but also how sultry. It was no wonder that she runs a successful role-playing camp; that was quite a show.

Maybe he should go interrupt them. Roxanne was getting a little risqué there, and maybe he shouldn't let her be a bad influence on his innocent little sister. After all, he was in charge of her during the trip, wasn't he? But then again, she is an adult now, and it would be difficult for him to be self-righteous with a hard-on.

*** Checking Out the Ring ***

From the front porch, he looked down the hill to the lake. Under the cloudy sky, the water was grey and choppy. In the distance, he could hear the whine of a motorboat, but he couldn't see it. The shoreline seemed to be edged by grass, and the shallows looked stony.

Walking around the house, he mulled over Roxanne's quirky behaviour but dismissed it. His little sister was a good kid and wouldn't get led astray. Tonight, they would talk about it and probably laugh.

Then he noticed someone peering out from behind the oak tree—a tall, slender woman with long, blonde hair. Wearing a white, thin, full-length gown, she looked like she had just gotten out of bed in a Gothic horror movie. Gracefully, she beckoned him to come closer.

As he walked toward her, he took a faltering step at the edge of the fairy ring and then shook his head at his own gullibility. Yet, when he entered the ring, he heard the buzzing sound from before. A dark object flew through his peripheral vision, but when he turned to look for it, he couldn't see it.

He was struck by the sight of the woman up close. With a thin face and pale skin, she appeared self-possessed but forlorn. He felt sad for her just by the way she looked at him, but what particularly caught his attention were her pointed ears. Her hair was braided into a thin crown that wrapped around her head to join in the back, and the way the braids rested on the ears made the pointed tips stand out. Fearing that they were a birth defect, he tried not to stare at them.

"You must not tell the mistress that I am talking to you," she said in a soft voice, holding out her hand to invite him closer.

"You know Ms. Encanta?" he asked. "Or Mistress Lilin, or whatever?"

"I serve her ... for now," she said, pressing her palm lightly against his cheek. "But quickly before she sees us, I am here to save you and your sister."

He heard the buzzing again. It came initially from behind the tree but was soon all around him. He wanted to turn to see what was making the noise, but he enjoyed the feel of her hand on his cheek and wanted to prolong her touch.

Glancing down, he noticed that he could see through the filmy material of her dress, her soft curves teasing him from underneath, two faint areolas peeking back at him. Even though she was barefoot and lightly dressed, she didn't seem cold.

"I must warn you," she said as the buzzing grew closer. "She is after your seed. You are the seed bearer."

"I'm the what?" he asked as she waved her arm in a circle over his head.

The buzzing turned into visual blurs flying across in the front of his face. Something landed on top of his head; it felt like it had little feet. Something grabbed his ear, and then one of the objects hovered in front of his face. He stared in disbelief—it was a fairy.

A hand-sized, naked girl with insect wings on her back fluttered in front of him, smiling back. Then another, and another. With bobbed hair, they looked like little pixies hovering in mid-air. Remarkably, they had little, pointy breasts and tiny, hairless pussies, like some kind of porn version of Tinkerbell.

With a shock, he thought they were real at first, but then he realized that they must be a special effect used for the LARPs that they run. The effect was impressive.

"How are you doing this?" he said, reaching for one of the hovering fairies, who easily eluded his grasp. He concluded that it was a hologram.

"There is no time," the woman insisted, twisting his face toward her. "She has designs on you and your sister. You are not here by accident. She wishes to use your seed to transform her offspring into a succubus and to bear more offspring."

"This is great." He laughed. "You're practising for a LARP, right?" He tried snatching a fairy again without success. Harmony did a great job of picking this place.

"You must heed me." She pressed a finger on his lips, prompting a fairy to fly to his mouth. The tiny pixie began to kiss him, her little lips pecking on his. Then another one joined. He was shocked that they gave him a tactile sensation. A fairy hanging onto his ear began licking it, while one on his head scratched his scalp. A shiver went down his spine; he couldn't figure out how it was that he felt them.

"Whatever she intends, I will keep you and your sister safe," she said, undoing his jeans. "But you must help me."

"What are you doing?" he asked, shocked but suddenly attentive.

"Go to the pond." Pulling out his cock, she began to stroke him. "You will find girls there."

"Mmm, why are you doing this?" With eyes closed, he savoured her stroking as her slender hand pulled on him gently, her touch soft but insistent. "What ... What pond?" The fairies increased their kissing. More joined in.

"You must deplete your seed." She sped up stroking him. "She will wish to keep you pent up so that your seed will be degenerate." Stroke and stroke. "You must spill it often to keep it fresh." Stroke and stroke. Fairies were kissing, nibbling, and tickling his scalp and ears and mouth.

"What the fuck's going on?" he murmured through the kissing swarm. He now felt pecks on his cheeks and neck. It was weirdly exhilarating, as was the woman's stroking. He pushed his hips up to get her to stroke harder. He couldn't believe what was happening.

"I will know when you are at the pond. I will meet you there and tell you more then." Gripping his shaft, she pumped him vigorously, staring into his eyes. He began to pant. "Until then, you must be drained."

"Uriel," a young girl's voice in the distance called out, causing the woman to gasp and stop pumping.

Looking over his shoulder, she released her grip, prompting the fairies to lift off his face. As she waved her hand past his head, they darted back behind the tree. He turned to see what she had seen, but there was nothing unusual, and when he turned back, the pale woman was gone.

"Uriel," the distant voice called again. "Don't make me come get you."

With his jeans at his ankles and his naked butt flashing the house, he looked down at his erection stretching up toward the oak tree. Had that just happened? It must have, unless he had just discovered his inner environmentalist and had become spontaneously aroused by the majesty of the oak in front of him.

He thought about finishing himself but was too freaked out to continue, and he didn't really want to get caught by the young girl who was yelling. He had to tell Harmony about what just happened. Stuffing himself back into his pants, he sprinted back to the house.

*** Getting Introduced to Cosplay ***

Fairies? And what's with those pointy ears? Was she supposed to be a Vulcan or something? His sister would have answers.

The handjob was a little inappropriate, as much as he enjoyed it personally. It got him to wonder what Roxanne might be doing with his sister upstairs. He hustled toward the front of the house.

Across the field, he saw the young girl in the black bikini walking toward the woods behind the cottage. "Uriel, I have a job for you," she called out with what looked to be a leash in her hand.

Things were definitely weird here. He jumped onto the front porch in a single bound and flung open the screen door. "Harmony, I have to talk to you," he said breathlessly before catching sight of her in the middle of the room—in full costume.

When his sister saw him enter, she extended her arms to strike a pose for him. With black, elbow-length gloves, she pointed her arms out to the sides, and with black, knee-length stockings, she turned a leg inward to touch knees. Above the stockings, red hot-pants clung tightly to her thighs and groin, and as she turned her hips to pose, a long, black, barbed tail attached to her belt swished up into view.

Further up her body, a red, choker-collared bustier barely covered her breasts, leaving most of her chest exposed through its loosely laced front. Attached to the rear of the bustier, a pair of batwings spread out behind her, forming a winged backdrop for her provocative outfit. Finally, on her head, a pair of goat horns spiralled devilishly upward from her forehead in long, gnarled cones that ended in pointy tips.

"Isn't it great?" Harmony said, moving her hands to her waist to strike another pose and causing her breasts to jiggle in her bustier, her nipples forming visible nubs in the material.

The outfit got to him; it sexualized her. "I ... uh," he stammered, staring at her skin and curves. She looked very sexy, and he didn't want to think of her that way. "I need to speak with you alone. Could you come here, please?"

"No, no, Mr. Brad," Roxanne said, zipping around to grab his arm. "You must come see her up close." She pulled him over. "Relish her. Savour her. You recognize her true self now, yes?"

Harmony grinned coyly as he gawked at her.

"You see. This is your succubus. This is your mate," Roxanne said, placing his hand on his sister's neck. Then putting her own hand on the back of his neck, she imparted a warm feeling to him that flowed down his body. Part of the warm sensation went along his arm to Harmony's neck, causing her to sigh and melt a bit, and part of it went down to his groin, reinforcing his erection.

As if of its own volition, his hand slid down Harmony's front and cupped her breast. As he squeezed his hand, she closed her eyes and exhaled. Her breast was wonderfully soft and heavy.

"Brad, you're touching my breast," Harmony whispered, her eyes shut.

"Oh my god," he cried, yanking his hand away. He turned to Roxanne. "You need to leave."

"No, no. You must try on your costume now," Roxanne said, yanking his shirt off. "Then we will see what is inside you—what is truly you, yes?"

"No, you need to go," he insisted as Roxanne grabbed his costume from a nearby chair.

"Brad, don't be so bossy," Harmony said, hugging his arm. "I want to see you in the costume." She seemed unfazed by his incidental grope.

As he reached in vain to get his shirt back, Roxanne undid his pants, pulling them to the floor. His erection pushed out earnestly on his underpants.

"Yes-s-s. Now we see that I am right," Roxanne hissed, running her hand along his bulge. "This is your incubus," she said to Harmony. "You see how he aches for you."

"Oh my god, bro! Are you hard? Did I do that to you?"

"Stop it!" he yelled, quickly covering himself, but both women just gazed back at him expectantly. He blushed as he looked at his sister's doe eyes. Continuing to cover his bulge with one hand, he grabbed the outfit from Roxanne with the other one.

"All right. I'll try it on, but then you have to go." He stormed off to another room to change. Taking a quick look back before closing the door, he saw Roxanne hug his sister. As Roxanne gave her a kiss on the neck, Harmony closed her eyes. He had better hurry.

Dropping the costume on a table, he observed that there didn't seem to be a lot of clothes in the pile. He picked up a large, black, barbed tail, which was attached to a black belt with large eyelets embedded all around it. Sewn to the front and back of the belt was a red loincloth made of a heavy drape material. He looked for the accompanying pants but only found a vest, so he put the loincloth on over his underpants. Reaching down to his knees, the cloth bulged out in front of him from his erection.

The vest was red and seemed to be made from faux leather. Attached to the back were folded up batwings. With a tug, he pulled the wings apart, causing them to extend with a click like an umbrella opening. Putting the vest on, he noticed that it had long loops to hold the front together, but it left much of his front exposed. This was not a good look for a willowy engineering student, and it was certainly inappropriate to be wearing in front of his sister.

Through the window, movement caught his attention. Looking out, he saw the young neighbour girl walking toward the house with Uriel trailing on a leash. That's not right; that's slavery. Or BDSM perhaps. Or more likely, just more role-playing.

Suddenly, the door pushed open. "You forgot your horns, Mr. Brad." Roxanne rushed toward him, sliding the horns on his head. "Yes, yes. That is it," she said, running a hand down his exposed chest.

Harmony had to sidle through the door to get her wings in. When she saw him, she grinned.

"No, no. Not like this." Roxanne yanked his underpants off. His erection pushed out on the loincloth, its heavy material feeling soft as it rubbed on his cockhead.

"Hey!" he cried, covering his front with his hands. Harmony's eyes bugged out.

"Come. You will see." Roxanne motioned to draw Harmony nearer and then pulled his sister's hand toward the loincloth. "You see the incubus in your brother now?"

"No!" He jerked his hips back.

Roxanne placed her hand on the back of his neck, sending a flow of warmth to his groin. His whole body relaxed. Placing her other hand on Harmony's neck, she moved the two of them together. In the warm glow, he looked longingly at his sister, and a spark of excitement roiled in his gut. He should stop this, but he was losing control.

Roxanne brought their heads together. He felt his excitement grow. His sister's lips became his focus. They were pink and soft.

As Harmony shuffled closer, her body pushed against his erection, rubbing the loincloth up the underside of his cock.

Then he kissed her. He did it without thinking. Her soft lips yielded easily, her warm breath exhaled sweetly. He had never kissed his sister like that before. In fact, he had never gotten as excited kissing another girl before.

"Now you know, yes?" Roxanne said, turning their heads toward her and kissing each of them on the mouth. A jolt went through his body from the kiss, almost as if he had just orgasmed.

"You must enjoy each other now," Roxanne said, smiling at them. Then as she looked out the window, her expression changed.

"I will return," she said distractedly, slipping out and leaving the two of them huddled up to each other.

He stared at his sister in shock. As he pulled back, she grinned at him shyly, her eyes sparkling.

"You should ... We should both get changed," he stammered.

"You never told me that you felt that way about me," she said softly. Biting her bottom lip, she moved toward him.

"There's nothing to tell." Grabbing her elbows, he manoeuvred her to the door. "Go get changed. This isn't right."

"Hang on, hang on," she said as her wings got caught on the door.

"What?"

"She's right. You felt it too." Falling against his chest, she gazed up at him wide-eyed. "Don't deny it."

Her face was so innocent and so loving. He wanted to kiss her again.

He felt her hand grasp his erection and squeeze. He looked down to see her little finger gripping his hard-on through the loincloth. Closing his eyes, he savoured her caress. Then summoning his strength, he pushed her back, ashamed of his arousal.

"Go get changed," he said softly. "Then we'll talk about it. There's some freaky shit going on."

Turning, she skipped up the stairs. "You love me," she said in a sing-song voice.

Rushing to the window, he saw his three neighbours over on the front deck of the cottage. Roxanne must have intercepted them and seemed to be scolding the bikini girl as Uriel knelt at their side, her leash dangling in front of her, her eyes cast down.

After Roxanne went inside the cottage, the young girl shrugged her shoulders. Then sliding her bottoms off, she stretched out on the lounger and pulled on the leash. Walking on her knees over to the girl, Uriel began to lick the girl's pussy.

Good god that was erotic. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he began to stroke himself. Maybe Harmony should see this. He wanted to warn her about how inappropriate this place seemed to be, and that little scene would really illustrate it—as if Roxanne's behaviour hadn't already done so. Yet, as he peeped and stroked himself, he put his moral disdain on hold for a bit.

With a couple of knocks, Harmony opened the door. Having changed into a tank top and fleece jogging shorts, she held out some clothes for him.

"Here, I thought you might want to get more comfor—" She stopped, staring at him, his hand under the loincloth wrapped around his shaft. "Oh my god, Brad! What are you doing?"

"No, wait," he cried as she escaped, dropping his clothes and slamming the door as she went out. He stood by the window embarrassed, his hand still around his cock.

He quickly put on the t-shirt and jogging shorts that his sister had brought. As he changed, he peeked out the window again to see Uriel continuing to go down on the young girl, who petted her head in response.

*** Meeting the Other Neighbour ***

Opening the door with some trepidation, he saw his sister huddled on the couch looking back at him. She seemed more quizzical than scared or angry. Walking over, he kneeled down beside her.