Witch- Chapter Two

Witch

Chapter Two

Cursing over Gwen catching me with morning wood, I got out of bed. My sister's comment about not all the way registered, as reason to wonder how she'd know. I couldn't recall any time I'd been fully erect for her to witness, accidentally or otherwise. Standing in front of the toilet, I relaxed enough to pee, when it came to me... except for one time - in the dream.

I'd been standing without holding my penis when the thought sent a shudder through me. That fact sent my piss stream everywhere, but in the bowl. Cussing, I quickly got things under control, and finished up, including wiping off the places I'd peed and shouldn't have...

"Well, about time. I was about to close the café," my mother said, as I walked into the kitchen.

"Sorry... had a small accident, and had to clean it up," I replied, catching a knowing grin from my sister.

"Told you." Gwen commented.

I was horrified thinking Gwen might have told her about my erection, and shot her a glaring look, before quickly going for a cup of coffee.

"So, Adam, your sister says you might have had an interesting dream, would you like to..." my mother started ask, as she fixed my plate.

"No, no it was nothing, just a crazy dream that made no sense, and a bit frightening, that's all."

Gwen couldn't help herself. "Yeah, he was sweating and..."

"And Gwen woke me just in time," I said, cutting in.

"I see, well take a seat and eat your breakfast. Gwen, you have clean-up duty, I'm heading for work," our mother commented.

Getting a partial protest from Gwen, I saw my mother turn, and without a word, shut Gwen down. Their interaction was spooky, and far out of my understanding.

"Hey, sis... don't worry about the kitchen. I'll take care of it. I was late and it's not fair to you."

With our mother gone, Gwen moved to take a seat next to me at the table.

"Thanks, and sorry, I just felt like fucking with you... so, you wanna tell me about your dream? I'd love to know," she said, resting her chin in the palm of her hands looking far too innocent.

Tapping my fork on the plate, I considered what she was asking. After a sip of coffee, I cleared my throat.

"You know... honestly, I have a feeling you know exactly what my dream was about."

Putting a hand over a breast, my sister sat back in her chair, feigning a shocked look.

"What? How would I possibly - "

"Yeah, that's what's been bothering me too. How would you know? And this entire thing between you and mom... wow, I don't even know where to begin," I started out, cutting her off.

Reaching, Gwen rested her hand on my arm.

"Adam... we know you saw us."

"No shit! You looked right at me!"

Sliding her hand up, Gwen interlocked her fingers with mine.

"Adam, there's far more to this than you realize, but I want to know... where you excited?"

Shaking my head, I couldn't believe what I was being asked.

"Excited? No, not at all... I mean, I see my sister and mother stark fucking naked every day, and the pussy eating was, you know, okay I guess," I offered, being as sarcastic as I could.

"Fine, I deserved that, but damn she eats my pussy like... never mind."

"How long? How long have you and... been engaged like that?" I questioned.

Gwen tightened her grip.

"Nineteen... I was nineteen when mom gave me a massage," my sister replied, with a wincing look.

"A massage. You mean down there?" I asked, dropping my eyes to look at her crotch.

"Well, no it didn't start like that. I pulled a groin muscle and Ang... mom was helping with a deep tissue massage. When she was working up my inner thigh her little finger started rubbing against my crotch," she explained, relating her story.

"Crotch? You mean your pussy, right?"

Gwen nodded.

"Yeah, but I did have panties on... so, anyway it felt good. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, she was massaging my inner thigh with one hand, while her other hand was inside my panties," Gwen added.

"Jesus, I guess that clears that up."

Gwen closed her eyes, as if she was reliving that first time.

"It felt almost magical. Way better than anything I'd done to myself," she sighed out.

"You know, I believe you... so, tell me the truth about my dream, Gwen," I said, locking eyes with her, adding, "You know what I'm talking about."

"It was created for you," she stated, as a matter of fact.

"How in the fuck is that even possible!?"

"You know, Adam. Think back."

Taking a moment, I did just that. Slowly, the dream started to make sense.

"You - mom, in the black robes, naked... you knew I was watching."

"We did."

"You saw me fully erect."

"Yes."

"Oh my God...!"

Gwen smiled, and leaned to kiss my cheek.

"By your look, I think the picture is becoming clear... oh, and don't forget the dishes."

Releasing my hand, my sister stood up and walked out of the room.

Gwen was wrong, I was just as confused as I had been. The thoughts running through my mind couldn't possibly be right, and yet, I was struggling with thinking the improbable might be the only answer. Thirty minutes later, I turned on the dishwasher and left the kitchen to find Gwen.

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Magical - Gwen had used that word, albeit to describe a sex act, but it seemed to lead into what I'd been mulling over in my head. She told me my dream was contrived. It was the how that had me bugged. Was it related to magic, or was it something else, perhaps more sinister...

Pulling up in front of her bedroom door, I raised my hand, and rapped on it, using my curled index finger.

"Gwen?"

"Doors open."

I entered determined to get answers I still lacked, and stopped dead in my tracks. Nude except for a tiny thong, Gwen stood in front of her vanity mirror, combing her hair. I turned my back on her, but not quick enough to avoid her eyes in the mirror.

"Hey, what's up?" she asked.

"Jesus, I'm sorry, I had no idea you were..."

The carpeted floor silenced her approach. It was only when I felt her bare breasts pressing against my back, I realized she stood directly behind me.

"Naked... is that what you were going to say?" she whispered in my ear.

"You know, this can wait. I'll catch you later," I replied, and took a step towards the door.

With cat-like quickness, Gwen grabbed my arm and turned me. Facing her, I swallowed with difficulty looking at her stunning nudity up close.

"It's a little late to be embarrassed, don't you think? You've already seen me naked twice. So, what's on your mind?" she asked, and ran her tongue between her lips seductively.

At that precise moment - her incredible tits were on my mind. Gawking, I tried to stammer out an answer.

"I... I had... damn those are... sorry, I wanted to..."

Gwen misunderstood what I was trying to say.

"Of course," she said, grabbing my hand. "You can touch them, squeeze 'em, bounce 'em," she answered, and smiled.

The instant her nipple touched the palm of my hand I felt an electric shock, and jerked my hand away.

"No... Jesus, no Gwen, that's not what I was going ask," I said, rubbing my palm against my shirt, trying to erase the feeling.

"No? Well, the offer still stands," she replied, twisting side to side for the obvious effect.

Taking a deep breath, I forced my eyes away from her rocking tits, to look her in the eyes.

"You used the word magic when we were talking before," I began, and Gwen nodded. "Okay this going to sound crazy, but I doubt magic is real, so that leaves only one other thing."

My sister's innocent, wide-eyed, look was unnerving. Worse, as I was trying to get out what was on my mind she moved close enough for her hard nipples to rub on my chest.

"You're not going to make this easy, are you? Look, I don't know about you, but I think mom's a witch," I blurted out, the words sounding crazy even to me.

Gwen's arms were around my neck before I even realized. Smashing her tits against me, she brought her lips to mine. Like an out-of-body experience, my mind swirled, feeling her tongue slide into my mouth. When the kiss finally ended, I had a firm grip on her bare ass cheeks having no idea how it happened.

"Maybe you should ask her," Gwen finally answered, and added, "As for me, I'm not... at least not yet. Is there anything else, Adam?" she added in a silky, husky, voice.

Reluctantly, I slid my hands off her butt, and sighed.

"No. I think you've answered my question," I replied, and turned for the door.

"Adam... it won't be long."

Getting an erection around the women in my life was getting to be a habit. Walking away from Gwen's room my cock throbbed, and with it the growing ache for release. My sister's answer only served to confuse. Not yet, she said, inferring my mother might well be a witch, and she was close to following in her footsteps...

Returning home around sunset, I went in through the back door and straight down to my room. I wasn't ready to engage Gwen or Angela, although Gwen was probably right about talking with my mother. Gwen's non-answer seemed answer enough, in my mind, although there is always a but... as it's said.

"Angela, I think he's figuring it out."

Gwen's conversation with our mother echoed down the basement stairway, from the kitchen.

"Oh... did you say something to him?"

I heard Angela answer back.

"Not directly, no. After you left this morning, we talked some. He wanted to know about our sexual relationship, and then he asked me about his dream."

"I see, and how did you handle that?"

"Probably not in the best way... I told him how our relationship started with you massaging me, and then told him the dream was created."

"Gwen, you didn't!? What did he say - how did he react?"

"A little shocked, I guess, but not so much about the sex thing About the dream, that was another matter. His exact words were, how the fuck was that even possible. I left him confused, at least until later."

"Christ, I'm afraid to ask. What happened?"

"He came looking for me, and found me naked, well except for a thong. When I finally got him over my nudity, he just blurted out he thought you were a witch. I'd said something about our sex life being magical and he used it as comparison."

"What? That doesn't make sense."

"A bit convoluted, I guess. After telling me he didn't believe in magic, he said he didn't think I was a witch, and went on to say he thought you were. I told him he was right about me, and that he should ask you himself."

"Shit... so much for pulling him in slowly. You two didn't..."

"No. He damn sure got hard though, and it was tempting."

"Good, you know how this must play out, right?"

"Absolutely."

After hearing what I had, there was no reason to confront Angela. The burning question became how - how she became a witch. To hide the fact I was downstairs, I went back up silently and reentered the back door making a racket, acting as if I'd just arrived.

"Adam?" my mother called out.

"None other," I yelled back.

Walking in, I found Gwen and Angela sitting at the kitchen table having a drink.

"Huh, eating light tonight, I see," I spouted off.

Gwen held up her drink and nodded.

"Wasn't in the mood, if you want to eat something you're on your own," my mother added.

"A liquid supper is fine with me. So, can I join you?"

Angela gave my sister a nod, before answering me.

"Certainly... Gwen, why don't you make that drink you said you wanted to try. See what Adam thinks," my mother replied.

"So, how was your day?" I asked, looking at my mother.

Shrugging her shoulders, she remarked, "Uneventful - you? Anything interesting happen?"

Knowing what Gwen had told her, I knew she was playing a game. My play was holding up my hand, palm facing down, flipping my hand right and left. Angela grinned and nodded. Moments later, Gwen showed up, placing a large mug on the table in front of me.

"And this is?" I asked.

"I found the recipe on the internet, it's called Mead."

"Mead?"

"Yup, it's a wine made from honey. Let me know what you think. Next time we have a party I might make a large batch if you like it," she answered, retaking her seat.

Trust being hard to come by, I picked up the mug and sniffed the concoction first. It wasn't unpleasant, and I dipped my pinky finger in for a quick taste test.

"Huh, not bad... sweet, like a liqueur."

"Duh, I said it was made from honey," Gwen replied, rolling her eyes.

I took my first healthy swig, marveling at the slightly thick sweet drink, giving Gwen a thumbs up.

"Well, enjoy, I'm going to take a bath, it's been a long day," Angela commented, hoisting her glass in a toast.

Gwen and I traded small talk until I'd finished my drink. Taking the mug, she went to refill it.

"That shit's damn good; how much did you make?"

"Oh, enough," she answered back. "Why?"

"Just hoping to get a buzz."

"I don't think that'll be problem, brother. I'm going to check on Ang... mom," she commented, setting the refreshed mug down.

What she said about getting a buzz should have been a warning, or at least a red flag. Either way, I didn't get the message, until the next morning...

Opening my eyes, I immediately wondered how I'd gotten to my room, as I licked my sticky lips. Stretching, I reached into my boxers to scratch myself, and gasped. Tossing my bed sheet aside, I lifted the waist band of my boxers looking at what my fingers had told me - I was bare. Not a single pubic hair remained, anywhere.

"What the fu...?" I started to mutter out, when Gwen popped her head into my room.

Releasing the waist band, I struggled to get into an upright position, and felt the effects of the night's drinking amplified in my head.

"Hey... good morning. So, looks like you noticed," she said, and grinned.

"Jesus, did you do this?" I questioned, as she entered my room.

"I did... do you like the new you? I do. It was a lot of work, and don't even get me started about how difficult shaving your ball sack was - wow..."

Her lips moved as she rambled on, but I didn't hear a sound. I wasn't all that sure if I hadn't gone deaf, but the sound returned just as she was easing down on my bed.

"Yeah, so anyway it wasn't easy," she said, completing her explanation.

"And you did this... why exactly?" I mumbled, watching as she palmed the lump in my boxers.

"You know, it was the craziest thing... like you knocking yourself out in the attic," she began.

"What?"

"Okay, so you were passed out - not knocked out - but kinda the same thing, right? Anyway, the thought just hit me, and I took your clothes off," she responded.

"So, you just decided to shave off my pubic hair?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief, and quivering over the thought of Gwen wielding a razor around my balls and penis.

Gwen nodded and grinned, obviously proud of herself.

"Yup, crazy huh? I mean there I was looking at your big dick again, so..."

"Sweet mother -"

"She didn't help; it was just me," she replied, beaming a wide smile, cutting me off.

Once again, my sister had mistook what I was about to say when she commented. Before I could respond, she went on.

"Well, I think it's way more impressive, see yeah later," she added, giving my penis a squeeze before getting off the bed.

Flabbergasted, I simply had nothing to say. Watching her head for the door, she lifted her arm and waved her hand goodbye.

I sighed and rolled out of bed. Gwen's visit, and touch had complicated my need to urinate. Heading for the bathroom, I felt the weight of my nearly erect, and bare cock...