Your Witch of a Stepsister

Figuring now was a good enough time to get undressed, you found the buttons on the front of the maids outfit, undoing them and let the dress drop around your ankles.

You took a long look at your petite hairless body, taking it in before your attention drew to your white undergarments. The first thing you noticed was your bulge, and it's... unimpressiveness.

With a gulp, you pulled the soft panties down, allowing them to join the dress on the floor.

...

It was small...

Very small...

In the back of your mind, you figured since your body was smaller, that it might be smaller too...

But this was much smaller than you imagined. Angie had completely and utterly emasculated you.

It did a small bounce as you ever so briefly thought about your step sister and you blushed at the idea that followed.

I shouldn't...

I mean...

No, I couldn't...

You glance at the door.

You weren't sure if it was curiosity with your new body or the fact that your step sister was in the other room, but you knew it was inappropriate, pervy even that this was the first place your mind went.

... Maybe... Just a little touch...

Your hand moved, inching towards your crotch.

With the lightest touch of your finger, your body jolted with an intense wave of pleasure. A high-pitched gasping moan left from your lips and you quickly covered your mouth.

Somewhere in the house, a room door opened. "Everything alright??" You heard Angie call out to you.

"Everything's fine!" You quickly yelled back, pulling back up your underwear for good measure. "I... uh... saw a spider..." You lied.

"Oh! If he has a top hat, that's Bradley. He's cool. Don't worry about him."

"Oh... okay. Goodnight."

You heard a door close again and breathed a sigh of relief, figuring you should just get ready for bed.

Grabbing the maid's dress off the floor, you folded it and draped it over the edge of the bed.

Doing as your step sister instructed, you head to your connected bathroom, finding it also very barren, like your bedroom.

Making your way to the sink, you turned on the hot water, washing the light makeup from your face.

Wiping your eyes, you stared again at your reflection. Even without the makeup and the dress, you still looked and felt so pretty.

You left the bathroom with a little smile. In the dresser you found the nightshirt Angie had mentioned. It was soft to the touch and throwing it on it was just as comfortable. Being a few sizes too large however, it looked more like a dress on you than a shirt.

You decided to leave on the panties and thigh highs, the cute look of them had grown on you, so you figured you'd sleep in them.

As you went to get into bed, you noticed the crystal ball, still sitting by your pillow. Looking inside, you see him, the other you. He was asleep.

Picking it up, you brought the ball over to your dresser. Opening a drawer you placed it inside.

With a smile you took one last look before closing the drawer.

You didn't need it anymore.

--

You felt a warm touch on your cheek, a light thumb softly caressed your face and you stirred.

"Hey sleepy head." Came a soft voice.

"Huh~"

Opening your eyes, you found yourself face to face with Angelica.

"Ah!"

You quickly shot up right, more embarrassed then panicked.

Angie followed, also sitting up. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." She giggled. "You just looked so adorable asleep, I couldn't help myself."

She hopped out of bed and her upbeat bubbliness was on full display.

"Come on! Go freshen up and get dressed. We have things to do." She smiled and took her leave.

You glanced around the room and realized it really hadn't been a dream. You indeed were living a new life with Angie.

Getting out of bed, you threw back on the maid's dress and headed to the bathroom.

You found your step sister had left a few things for you. A toothbrush, some soap, a few towels and a little bag of makeup.

After washing your face and brushing your teeth, your attention returned to the bag.

You remembered a bit of what Angie had done last night and figured you'd give it a try.

There was something about putting on eyeliner and a little bit of lip gloss that made you feel so giddy.

You left the bathroom, feeling beautiful and went to find Angie in the kitchen.

She was sitting at a small dining table, drinking a cup of coffee, but immediately stopped, putting it down when she saw you enter.

"Look at you!" She beamed, getting up and coming over. "Give me a spin."

With a light pink in your cheeks you obliged, turning for her. Coming back around her hands gently took your face.

"You look adorable. Your eyeliner needs a little work but you're gorgeous either way." She leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips.

The kiss radiated through your body as you stood there, now bright red.

Looking up at Angie, you noticed her lips were moving but all you could hear was your heart beating in your ears.

"And I really need you to be obedient. So, I've decided to set up a reward system."

You finally focused in, catching the end of what she had said.

"If you do good, you'll get rewarded."

You contemplated what she meant. "Does that mean if I do bad I'll be punished?"

Angie smirked. "Why? Do you want a spanking?" She teased, raising a playful eyebrow at you.

You felt warmth radiate from your face again and she giggled at your reaction.

"No. I'm a strong believer in positive reinforcement. If you are bad, rewards will be withheld." She explained.

You thought about what Angie could be considering as a reward.

"You don't have to clean the whole house today. I'd say just start with the kitchen. You know, do the dishes, clean the counters and the table, wipe everything down, sweep, mop. The basics, but I don't expect you to do everything today."

Looking around the room, at all the work, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

"All the trash goes in the shoot. Anything important, you can put on the table in the study." She continues.

"How do I know what's important?" You asked, a bit bewildered, as mixed in with the junk were a bunch of things and items that were strange and other-worldly.

"Your body should be able to sense if an object has magic. If it's magic, table it. If you're unsure, table it just in case. Other than that, all of it is mostly junk. I already moved the really important stuff."

With that she grabbed her jacket from the chair and threw it on. "I don't work today, but I have a few errands I need to run. I'll be back in a few hours."

She came over, standing in front of you, and took your chin in her hand. She had this loving smile on her lips as she just stared down, admiring you.

"W-what?" You asked, squirming a bit under her gaze.

"It's just so lovely having a cute little housewife." She said, placing another soft kiss on your lips. "I'll see you later, my love."

And with that Angie left. Leaving you standing in the kitchen, burning for her.

--

You were a force of pure cleanliness as you moved through the kitchen. Placing magic things on the table in the study, collecting up all the trash, wiping everything down til it practically sparkled.

All the while a giddy smile was plastered on your face, as you weren't just cleaning, but doing it for Angie.

Angie's words had been on repeat in your head.

Housewife~

You couldn't help but rub your thighs together thinking about it as you did the dishes.

You didn't know what reward Angie had planned, but the thought of her affectionate smile at all your hard work and maybe another kiss was all the reward you wanted.

You dropped the last of the trash bags into the shoot, having just finished completely cleaning the kitchen, when the front door opened.

"I'm back!"

Your heart did a backflip at hearing Angie's lovely voice.

"Welcome home!" You beamed, bounding over to her with excitement.

Angie had the most radiant smile at seeing you. Dropping her shopping bags, she scooped you up into a warm hug and you felt like your heart was going to burst.

"Hey! Did you have a good day?"

She said, setting you down and glancing around the kitchen, barely recognizing it.

She looked down at you with astonishment, and you smiled up at her with pride as you practically bounced with excitement.

"Wow! Look at this place!" She ran her fingers over the counter. "I can't believe it." She smirked and looked at you. "You must have really wanted that reward."

But it wasn't like that, to you, her beautiful surprise had already felt so good.

Angie closed the distance between you and grabbed your hand. She pulled you along, through the study and into her bedroom.

Moving you to the bed, she grabbed your hips, lifting you and sitting you on the edge of it.

"What are you doing?" You asked, all the manhandling had you feeling a little shy.

"If you're good, you get a reward, remember?" Her voice was soft as her eyes smoldered. "Now lift your skirt for me." She whispered.

You swallowed and did as Angie commanded.

Her eyes scanned you, taking in the submissive sight. Moving from the bit of your exposed thigh above the thigh highs, her gaze traced up to the bulge in your panties.

You watched as she licked her lips before pressing a hand into your arousal. Even though her touch was gentle, it had you squirming, a soft whine caught in your throat.

"A-Angie~ W-what are you..."

She glanced from between your legs, her eyes being met with your bright cheeks and trembling lips.

"Giving you your reward. Good girls get pleasure."

At her words, a small shot of precum formed a wet spot under Angie's hand and a smirk turned her lips.

Her eyes returned to the small bulge tucked in the white fabric. Her hand started to move, lightly grinding and rubbing as whimpers and whines started to pour out of you.

You felt her hand move, taking the hem of your panties and pulling them down just enough to fully expose your boy parts.

"You have the cutest little clit." She admired, taking it between her thumb and index finger.

She rubbed your tip, before sliding down your short length and back up.

It was like nothing you'd felt before. The sensitivity of your body was astronomical.

Your voice came out in high pitched moans, your body writhing with pleasure under her touch.

And your step sister just watched on in pure elation.

Her fingers didn't quicken or tighten as she stroked, but you felt the pleasure inside you building, faster and faster, quickly about to reach its climax.

The precipice approached as her fingers brought you closer and closer to that edge.

Your moans heightened as your whole body tightened.

And she stopped.

You looked down at Angie in absolute shock as you trembled in dissatisfaction. A naughty smirk hung on her lips as she looked up at you from between your legs.

You let out a soft whine, wanting her to continue.

"What?" She asked, playing dumb. "I said you get pleasure. I didn't say you could cum." She giggled and pulled back up your panties.

Angie stood, but you didn't move. Just sat there, staring up at her with frustrated and pleading eyes.

"You can put down your skirt." She said, playfully turning and heading back to her bedroom door. "Oh! I forgot to tell you. I got you a few things while I was out."

She acted as if nothing had just happened and made her way back to the kitchen.

Dropping the bottom of your dress, you followed after her, feeling kinda like a wounded puppy.

She picked up the bags she'd left by the door and placed them on the dinner table.

Out of the bags she pulled a few dresses, draping them over a chair.

"I figured you needed your own wardrobe, and dresses look so good on you. I really love this floral one."

She holds it out for you to see, but you just stare up at her with a frustrated look.

Angie tries to hide a smile as she opens another bag, pulling out sets of underwear.

"I also decided to splurge a bit on some cute undies for you. I hope you like them." She said, laying them on the table, but they looked more like skimpy lingerie than normal underwear.

Emptying all the bags, other than dresses and slutty underwear, she had also gotten you a few more night shirts and a couple of stockings and thigh highs.

"So, what do you think?"

But you just continued to stare at her, obviously still upset over her teasing denial a minute ago.

Angie softens and comes over to you, cupping your chin, like she loves to do.

"So pouty." She said, playfully pursing her lips at you. "I know. It wasn't fair. But if you keep being good, you'll get more rewards, okay?"

You let out a frustrated sigh. "Okay."

"Good girl. Now go put your clothes away. I'm going to go change, then we can make dinner." She said, lightly slapping your butt as she headed back to her bedroom.

You grabbed the clothes and did as your step sister commanded, hanging the dresses on a rack in your room and packing everything else into your dresser.

You weren't surprised to not find any masculine clothing amongst what Angie had bought you, but you really didn't seem to mind that much.

If it had been a day or two ago, you may have protested. But now you were starting to like looking so feminine.

Finishing up, you met back up with Angie in the kitchen and she walked you through cooking her meals, explaining that this will also be part of your duties.

"You don't have to eat. So it's up to you whether or not you also cook for yourself. Honestly, whatever is easier for you." She explained.

And you realized that you hadn't felt hungry or thirsty all day.

It was so strange.

Angie continued walking you through cooking using magical appliances, tools and ingredients. All the while, she was being so attentive and patient with you.

"See! You got it." She praised, and you smiled up at her.

Still feeling sexual frustration churn in your core, you couldn't help that all your glances at her had hints of lust in them.

You weren't sure if Angie had noticed or not, but you did ever so often catch that cheeky smirk on her lips when she didn't think you were looking.

"And that's really it." Angie said, taking the spoon from you. "I can finish up here if you want to go freshen up."

With the soft ache lingering between your legs from being around Angie, freshening up sounded like a good idea.

"... Yeah." You replied and took your leave.

Closing your bedroom door behind you, you let out the long breath you hadn't realized you were holding.

Deep breaths followed as you tried to calm down.

Moving to the dresser, you started to undo your dress and your attention seemed to hyperfocus in on the way the fabric felt against your skin.

You quickly stripped and found yourself panting. Glancing over in the mirror, you immediately noticed the small tent in your panties.

Had it even gone down at all since Angie stopped stroking you?

What was it about this body that had your sex drive ten times higher than you were used to?

Unable to control yourself, you traced a hand down your body and under the soft fabric, making sure to cup a stiff hand over your mouth.

Your moans muffled into your hand as you feverishly stroked. You watched yourself in the mirror, thinking of Angie. Though this wasn't the first time you touched yourself thinking about your step sister, it was the most intense.

Your body shivered as your orgasm quickly approached, ready to pop.

But as your toes curled, your hand pulled away. Leaving you still at the edge.

... You hadn't done that...

Looking over you see your hand, enveloped in that familiar purple magic.

You heard heavy footsteps approaching and tried to pull your hand back but it was solidly restrained.

The room door burst open to an upset Angie.

"What are you doing?!"

"I... I was just-"

"Did I give you permission to cum!?"

You swallowed. "Angie, I-I'm sorry, I-"

"Orgasms are a reward. Meaning you have to earn them."

She flicked her magic, dragging you by your wrist closer to her.

"If you can't control yourself..."

She raised a finger on her other hand that preceded to glow and swirl with magic. Her finger moved through the air making swoops and swirls and you felt your pelvis tingle, heating up until it almost felt like it was burning.

You tried to pull back, wincing in pain but to no use.

"There!" She said, finally dropping her hands, the pain and magic vanishing. "Bad behavior means rewards will be withheld. You're not allowed to cum for the next 5 days. And this seal will make sure of it."

Seal?

You looked down to where there was still tingling from her magic, and there was a purple glow from your panties. Lifting them you saw it, on your lower stomach, just above your clit, was what looked like a purple tattoo.

It was intricate with curls and swoops. And in the center was what looked like a heart.

You glanced up at your step sister, catching her eyeing your partially nude body in only panties and thigh highs. Making eye contact with you, her demeanor returned to one of sternness.

"Shower and bed. Now!" She demanded and closed the door behind her.

You turned, staring in the mirror at the seal. Rubbing your hand over it, you couldn't understand why now you felt even hornier after being caught.

--

You were on your knees in Angie's tub, furiously scrubbing. Taking out your sexual frustrations on the tile work.

You figured if you did a really good job, Angie might be willing to forgive your behavior for the previous night, and maybe even give you a good reward.

The thought of it made your arousal pulse to life once again. You'd lost track of how many times you'd gotten hard just in the last hour alone.

A sneaking thought slithered into your head for the 100th time today and you quickly ignored it.

You didn't dare touch yourself, wanting to be on your best behavior.

A good girl for Angie.

You let out soft horny breaths at the thought and scrubbed harder.

The bathroom was glistening by the time you were done. Feeling satisfied with the way it turned out, you knew you weren't done, and proceeded to the kitchen to cook dinner.

Being a housewife was more work than you would have thought.

--

You had just finished giving the kitchen a once over, the meal you cooked staying warm in the oven, when the door opened.

"Welcome home!" You greeted, presenting yourself at the door. Your warm tone and smile was inviting.

Angie was alight with joy. "It's so amazing coming home to you." She said, taking your face and pressing her lips into yours.

You felt your heart flutter and so did the desire between your legs. "Come." You say taking her hand.

You lead her to her bedroom then to her bathroom. Angie stands there looking over all your hard work.

"I really wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday. I'm sorry for acting out of line. I worked extra hard today to make it up to you. I hope you can forgive me." You say genuinely, the apology coming out just as you practiced.

"Aww my love!" Angie hugged you tightly to her. "Of course I forgive you. You did such a good job. And you made dinner too..."

Her lips curled into that familiar smirk as she moved you back, through the bathroom door way, until the back of your legs butted up against the bed.

"Let's reward you for all your hard work."

She lifts you and sits you on the edge of the bed again, and your desire burns red hot between your legs.

You eagerly lift the front of the floral dress you'd worn specifically for Angie, and spread your legs.

She smiles at the wanting display, kneeling down between your legs.

Touching a finger to your bulge, she pulled away, leaving a long string of precum stretching from her finger to the large wet spot in your panties.

"Oh my! You're soaked. You've been wanting this so badly, haven't you?"