Witch - Ch. 01

Witch

Chapter One

Three months ago -

With arms crossed on my chest, I stood in front of a Victorian style house. The day was overcast, adding to the foreboding feeling washing over me. During my last conversation with my mother she related she'd bought a fixer upper, in her words. Even though there was no direct request for me to visit, I decided it would be to my benefit, if for no other reason than to escape the guilt trip that would be laid on me if I didn't.

There was another reason, and that was to reup with my sister. Gwen had been living with our mother out of necessity, or so I thought. I stuck around long enough to see Gwen graduate, and at nineteen set off on my own. Four years had passed, like a heartbeat, and I was excited to see her. Letting out a sigh, I hoisted my duffle bag over my shoulder and headed for the front porch steps...

Present day -

I won't lie. I felt like a voyeur, as I opened the attic door. Not knowing what to expect, I only cracked the door open enough to peak in. Instantly, the scent of candles, and other things I didn't recognize, hit my nostrils. Heady and overpowering, the combined aromas made me quiver as I slowly entered.

The attic's only light source was a round, louvered, ventilation window at the far end. The window's louvers were partially raised casting short, parallel, dust filled beams of light across the attic floor. I could just make out, what looked like, a small podium under the vent window. With my head on a swivel, I slowly made my way into the room on creaking hardwood floorboards.

I skirted a pentagram, some five or six feet in diameter, drawn on the floor. Candles were placed around the pentagram, at each star point, looking as if they'd been well used. Elsewhere, the room held archaic looking symbols, dreamcatchers, and all manner of things, I couldn't possibly explain.

Letting out a shuddering sigh, I wondered why I hadn't been aware of the activity in the attic before. Moving to the podium I found a large, leather bound, tome. Tracing my fingers across the raised figure on the cover I suddenly felt ill at ease, and with uncanny timing, the attic door slammed shut making me jump and curse.

"Fuck, what the hell!"

I'd seen enough ghost hunters/ paranormal type shows to recognize a fight or flight instinct. Feeling ill, with hair rising on the back of my neck, and having a very real sense I might not be alone, all solidified my choice. It was time to fly.

Stepping away from the podium, the urgency to run hit me. In fact, my mind screamed out the word, but I strained against it, forcing myself to take measured steps in the poorly lit and unfamiliar attic.

Halfway to the door I heard a voice, a mere whisper in the darkness. Holding my breath, I turned my head right, then left, my ears cupped trying to find the source of the sound. Something cold, and foreboding passed by, close enough to give me chills. As I took another tentative step, I added goosebumps to my list of warnings. I'd had all I could take.

'You are uninvited' the whisper said, sounding as if it were inside my head, and I bolted. Without realizing it, my path to avoid the pentagram had strayed me far from the center of the attic.

My mad dash for the door ended after just two steps...

Opening my eyes slowly, I blinked them, and touched my forehead feeling a large lump covered by a damp cloth.

As my vision improved, my mother came into view.

"Hey, welcome back... thought we'd lost you," she said, leaning to replace the washcloth on my forehead with a fresh cold one.

Her bathrobe flared open, exposing her breasts.

"What? How...?" I began stopping when her breasts suddenly appeared.

"Gwen found you. It took some effort, but we managed to drag you to your room," my mother, Angela, explained, casually closing her robe.

Closing my eyes, I groaned after touching the lump on my head a second time. I was about to talk when something didn't seem quite right. Searching under the sheet covering me, I felt nothing but bare skin.

"Ah..."

"Yeah, you're naked."

"Why?" I asked, lifting the sheet just to confirm what I felt.

"You should rest, I'll be back to check on you," my mother replied, leaning again to kiss me.

Speechless, I watched her leave. Closing my eyes, a single thought went through my mind - lesson learned. A lot of odd things had been going on, but curiosity was dangerous.

Feeling my bed move, I opened my eyes, coming around a second time finding my sister looking down at me.

"Hi, feeling any better?" Gwen asked.

"A little, got a headache. What happened anyway?" I replied.

"I'll be right back."

As Gwen scurried out of my basement bedroom, I forced myself to sit up to lean against the headboard. Returning, she placed two aspirins in my hand, and reached for the glass of water on the nightstand. As I took the pills, she waited until I'd swallowed, and took the glass from me.

Easing down to sit next to me, Gwen put a hand on my bare belly, just above my covered penis, and leaned in.

"Huh, wacked yourself pretty good,"

"Yeah, so, what happened anyway? Mom said you found me, but never really answered me," I questioned.

Drawing away from inspecting my head, Gwen's fingers brushed lightly over the lump my cock made under the sheet, making me quiver. Nothing in her demeanor said she was aware of her intimate touch, as she answered me.

"Near as we could figure you rammed your head into a rafter. Just what were you doing in the attic anyway?"

"Wait... we can get into that later. I want to know who took my clothes off?"

"Mom, why?"

Her reply seemed honest, but with what had just happened, I felt the need to press her anyway.

"Just her?"

"Yeah... I offered to help, but she told me she had it under control."

Gwen's comment came out innocent, and convincing.

"I see, and somehow you thought it was, okay to offer?"

"Ah, yeah... you are my brother, after all. Not like I haven't seen your - "

"Why do I get the feeling there's more to this story Gwen?" I asked, stopping what she was about to say.

"Never mind that, like you said, we can get into it later. You haven't answered my question, why were you up there?"

After taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I responded.

"I couldn't take it anymore."

"Ah, so snooping... where you shouldn't be - right?"

I winced, stupidly touching the knot on my head.

"I didn't know what I was looking for, so yeah. There's some scary shit happening in that attic."

"Oh?" Gwen's single-word reply came with an unnerving grin.

"I'm a levelheaded guy, sis. I don't believe in spirits, and all that crap, but I swear I wasn't alone up there - believe me."

Cupping my face, she leaned over and kissed my lips tenderly.

"Oh, I believe you, Adam. It can be very scary for those... that aren't invited," she commented, and got up to leave.

"What? Gwen, wait!"

She ignored me. A fear nearly like my attic experience went through me. My sister had just repeated the whispered words I'd heard in the attic...

Days later I caught Gwen in the kitchen, before she was leaving for work. Pouring a cup of coffee, I joined her at the table.

"The knots almost gone," she commented, and smiled.

"Yeah, still a little discolored, but it feels a lot better. I know you're leaving for work soon, but I was hoping you'd answer my question from a couple days ago."

"Question?"

"Yeah, you know when I asked about what more there was to your story."

"Uh, yeah... I was hoping you'd forgot about that. Maybe now isn't the right time," she said, avoiding my eyes, starting to rise.

"Gwen, you're hiding something, let's have it."

She eased back down and sighed.

"Well, after mom got you, you know, naked..." Gwen began at a maddingly slow pace.

Covering my eyes with both hands, I let out a groan.

"Gwen, for Christ sake get on with it," I blurted out.

"I went back into your room... you know to check on you."

"Jesus, you're killing me here... and?" I sounded off, exasperated.

"Are you sure you want to know?" she replied, with a wincing look.

My intent stare must have said I did.

"Fine... like I said, I went back into your room. I wasn't going to doing anything, but then I got curious," she began anew.

"Curious?"

"Yeah, I was standing there looking at your... penis, and you were still out cold, so I might have played with it. Oh, God, I can't lie... I was trying to get you hard, but it didn't work," she admitted, the words tumbling from her mouth.

"Holy shit! You molested me! While I was out!?"

"God don't say it like that! You make it sound like I'm sick, or something," my sister said, rising quickly to empty her coffee cup. With her back to me, she called my name.

"Adam?"

"What?"

"I was curious that's all. But it was so... impressive, I couldn't help myself," she said, turning to look back at me. "I guess I better go, please don't be angry with me. See you tonight?" she added, sounding defeated.

"Gwen, wait! The attic... what I experienced, was that real?"

"Uh, yeah... it was. You shouldn't have tried to run away."

"But how... how do you know I ran?"

"Mom told me," Gwen answered.

As dry as my throat was, I managed to swallow with difficulty. Staring into my eyes, Gwen looked innocent, and yet defiant, at the same time. Not wanting her to leave on a guilty note, I made one last comment.

"Thanks for the compliment... I'm not mad at what you did. I might have been tempted to do the same thing."

~

Well, my sister left me with a great deal to think about. Her words didn't make sense. What I found curious was my mother had said Gwen found me. If that was the case, how did my mother know I ran? It was all very confusing. As for my sister's attempt to get me hard... well, that was a thought brotherly dreams were made of.

Days later as night draped its dark shroud over the house, I poured myself a drink and went into the living room. The women having made excuses to retire early, left me alone, and I picked up the book I'd started.

No more than five pages into reading, I heard what sounded like moaning, or groaning. Marking the page, I closed the book and sat upright, straining to hear the sound again. Since my attic experience, I wasn't too eager to go exploring, and yet the sounds had me curious.

Living with two women, one thought did come to mind. As a man, I enjoyed an occasional masturbation release, and I had no doubt my mother and Gwen probably had their occasional moments too. Easing back into my chair, I grinned over the thought and picked up my book.

At a point in the book where the author was describing a female's plea to her lover not to stop, I heard nearly the same words I was reading, echo down the hall.

"Yes... yes... don't... oh fuck yes... keep going."

With a capital C, my curiosity propelled me from my chair. Tossing my book on the coffee table, I moved silently down the hallway. The pleas became louder and sounded more urgent.

"Oh my God... I'm at the... fuck... harder... harder!"

Gwen's bedroom door was half open. Her room was empty, so I crept farther down the hall. My mother's, room was at the end of the hall, and I could see it was slightly ajar. The sounds had turned heavy, gasping, as in labored breathing, by the time I came to a stop at the door.

I didn't feel like voyeur - I was a voyeur this time, as I peered through the door crack into the room with just one eye. The women were naked. Gwen lay on the bed with her legs lifted and spread wide, being held up by her arms, hooked behind her knees. My mother kneeling on the floor, had her face planted in Gwen's pussy, apparently attending to her clitoris, after the orgasm I'd heard.

Lesbian porn was nothing new to me, but this - this was off any erotic scale, for me. In the short time I'd watched I was rock hard, and barely breathing. After a final lick through Gwen's slit, my mother tenderly kissed her pussy, and pushed up off the floor. Gwen lowered her legs and took my mother's hand to sit up. My excitement went through the roof, hoping they were switching positions.

Without a thought, my hand was in my shorts, eagerly stroking my cock.

In a lover's embrace the pair kissed, letting hands roam where they might, until they delivered a shock I would never forget. After the kiss ended, they touched their foreheads together, and slowly turned with eyes closed. Like a scene out of a horror movie, their eyes snapped open, both looking directly at my spying eye, in the crack of the door.

I was uninvited - again. This time my fear was well-founded, and not the result of something imagined. I had no recall of getting out of the hallway, or going to my room in the basement. My first memory was of sitting on my bed, cursing over my stupidity, as my cock wilted. Laying back on my bed, I wondered what fresh hell I might have brought upon myself, and closed my eyes, drifting into a fitful, erotic, dream.

~

... Walking into the living room, I saw my mother and sister engaged in a conversation. Neither acknowledged my presence, as if I wasn't there. Wearing only hooded, black, robes tied at the neck, their nudity was plainly visible in the wide-open front V of the robes.

"Angela, what do we do?" Gwen questioned, using our mother's first name, and adding, "He's seen us."

"Umm, yes, he knows of our lust for each other, and yet he hasn't confronted us... or am I wrong? Has he spoken to you about what he's seen?" Angela replied, slipping her hands inside Gwen's open robe.

"No," Gwen replied, bending to suckle on Angela's breast.

Feeling an ache deep in my loins, I looked down finding I was naked, watching Angela enjoying the sensation of Gwen lips, to the point of tipping her back and moaning.

"He grows hard watching," Gwen said, after pulling off the breast she sucked on.

They looked in my general direction, still without any acknowledgement I existed in their world and smiled. My cock stood out, fully erect, with pre-cum oozing out in a display of excitement.

"He wants us," Gwen said.

"Yes, but he's afraid. There is much for him to learn. And what about you Gwen? Are you prepared to surrender your virginity to him?" Angela replied.

"Yes, very... I can almost feel him inside me. Will there be pain?"

"Some, but the pleasure will override it, and he will fill you," Angela told Gwen.

"And you, mother... what will happen when you mount him?"

My mother's face turned dark. Light flashed in her eyes, as a wicked smile crossed her lips.

"When his seed pours into me I will unleash all. He will know of our existence and his role," Angela whispered...

~

"Hey... wake up! Breakfast is ready, and I've been calling your name for a half hour," my sister said, nudging my shoulder.

Startled awake, I groaned and swiped my hand over my sweaty face. I felt the cold sweat of a nightmare, that my sister apparently mistook for something else. She waited, looking down at me, until I was fully awake.

"Must have been a good dream," she commented, pointing at my tented sheet, and grinned.

"Go away," I grumbled, reaching to cover my partial erection with my hand.

"Fine, I'll just tell mom you'll be 'cumming' shortly... bye."

I knew it was a play on words, and it didn't sit well.

"I'm up... damn it, I'm up," I called out, hearing Gwen laugh.

"Yeah, I noticed... just not all the way!" she yelled back, making me wonder how she knew.