Witch - Three

Witch

Chapter Three

By the time I'd dressed and went upstairs, my mother and sister had left the house. A note was laying on the counter, next to the coffee maker, along with two Excedrin pills. Popping the pills into my mouth, I poured a cup of coffee. It was a delicate balance between taking in just enough hot coffee to swallow the pills, and not burn my throat. Mission carried out, I smiled and sat down at the kitchen table, to read the note...

Adam - should have warned you about the Mead. Angela and I have gone shopping.

We'll be back, when we get back :) Enjoy the quiet. Gwen

PS: rub lotion on your... it'll feel good

Smiling, I put the note down, and went outside to enjoy my coffee on the back porch. Gwen's little reminder in the note brought a thought to mind. Shaking my head slowly, I was thinking about what it might have been like to be a fly on the wall, watching her manscaping me. I even chuckled as I imagined her struggling, with tongue out, trying to shave my ball sack.

Close to finishing my first cup, the grooming came to mind again. Holy shit! Gwen didn't do what she did on a whim, it was a deliberate act. She was preparing me for how it was to play out, as Angela had cautioned her about. I choked on my final sip of coffee, half spitting out of my mouth, and some out of my nose.

Gwen had commented it wouldn't be long. Any doubts I might have had were quickly fading, as I rose to refill my cup. The attic, the lesbian scene, the dream, Gwen's non-answer, the overheard kitchen conversation, and finally, Gwen's latest actions - I had more than enough reason to believe. Standing in the kitchen, I tilted my head back to stare upwards, up toward the attic.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I moved to do something I swore I wouldn't ever do again. Moments later, I placed a foot on the first step to the attic, hesitant in my decision. With each step I took, I grew more nervous. My hand, wet with sweat, reached out for the attic door handle. Shaking, I stood poised to open the door, when I heard a voice coming from the other side of the door.

"Enter invited - soon we'll be one"

My hand never moved to open the door, and yet I watched in horror as it opened on its own. My foot felt like lead, as I lifted it to take the first step into the room. As before, the scents were heady in an overwhelming way, but there were also changes in the room.

The candles around the pentagram were all new and lit, casting flickering rays of light. In the middle, illuminated by the candles, sat a makeshift altar covered by what looked like animal fur. The short legs elevated the altar to no more than three feet off the attic floor. I didn't take another step. My breathing went shallow, staring at what lay before me, and visions began flashing through my mind...

Peoples of another time, dancing around raging bonfires, flashed in my mind. Wearing leaf headbands and long white robes, they chanted in ever increasing volume. I saw people with wild, wide, eyes stripping down naked to engage in an orgy, just as the vision changed.

Propelled like being in a time warp, I snapped to a stop at a time I recognized. People dressed in black and white, spouting religious talk, with far too many Thee's and Thou's. I knew the period; I was viewing Salem.

A particularly buxom young woman walked by me, hands tied, followed by an older man, roughly shoving her along ahead of him. The pair disappeared into a log building, as a loud bang altered my view. I was in a makeshift courtroom populated by men, and women of all ages.

The woman was being accused of witchcraft... my vision changed again.

The same woman, bound hand and foot, stood on a bridge. Those who had pronounced the judgement stood behind her. From history, I knew it to be a no-win situation, she was going to die one way or another. She went into the cold water screaming her innocence.

The vivid scene of death faded, replaced by yet another.

Looking upon a group of nude young women, dancing around a fire, I felt as if I'd returned to another ancient scene. I realized I hadn't, when seeing one face I knew all too well. My sister, Gwen, stared back at me smiling. Each time she came back around the fire my lust grew for her...

The sound of a door slamming broke the spell of my vision. Drenched in sweat, I moved out of the room on weak, shaking, legs, and closed the door silently. I had no idea how long I'd been standing in the attic. It had felt momentary, but if the sound was that of the women returning, I must have been there for quite some time. Wiping sweat from my brow, I descended slowly and quietly to the main floor.

"Hey, back already... I didn't expect you back for hours," I said, in a shaky voice, as I entered the living room.

The women looked at each other and then back at me. Gwen pointed to her watch, shaking her head.

"Adam, it's after six, we've been gone all day," she remarked.

"What, yeah, hey I knew that... I'm just messing with you. Looks like you bought out the store," I responded, hoping to cover myself.

"Are you okay? Your face is the color of a sheet and you're shaking," Angela questioned, starting to move in my direction.

"Fine, yup, I'm just... fine," I replied, skirting the pair to make an exit.

I couldn't help but notice the laughter coming from the living room. They knew I'd been in the attic. I was certain of it, and the thought brought back chills from the past. I had no reason for the visions. There again, I was certain it was deliberately done, more than likely brought on by my mother.

Making a drink to calm down, was a no brainer. My mother was right, my hands were shaking, as I poured a shot of whiskey into a glass, and quickly downed it. Sliding down my throat, the whiskey burned and sent a wave of intense odor into my sinuses, making my eyes water.

"What the hell," I murmured out, and poured another shot.

Downing the second shot was less dramatic. After a deep breath, I finally made an actual drink and retired to the back porch. A cloudless, moonlit night greeted me, enhanced by a gentle, warm breeze wafting across the porch deck, carrying with it the scent of Lilac.

I let out a sigh, easing down on a chair, hoping for a break from the insanity I'd been experiencing. It wasn't to be.

"You know, you shouldn't drink alone," my mother said, surprising me as she walked out onto the porch.

"I've heard that, just seemed right, after..." I began, and stopped my reply.

"Ah. Would you mind if I joined you?"

What I thought wouldn't have made a difference. Angela was already taking a seat next to me. A healthy swig of my drink bolstered my courage.

"Angela... sorry, do you mind if I call you -"

"That's fine, it's my name," she said, cutting off my question, and smiled.

Adding a little more liquid courage, I went on.

"I told Gwen I thought you were a witch..." I said, hesitating to look for a response, and found only a loving look.

"I'm aware," she commented.

"Are you?" I simply asked, not trying to lead into what I wanted to know.

"You already know, so why do you ask?"

"Angela, please - yes or no," I said, staring directly into her eyes.

Her hand came from out of nowhere. One second, I was looking into her eyes, and the next I saw her hand slide down in front of my face. No longer on the porch, I was somehow back in the attic. The altar was gone, and the candles looked old and well used. All was as it had been when I first entered the room, so long ago.

A figure wearing a hooded robe stood behind the podium, beckoning. Strangely, I felt unafraid, as I moved towards the figure. An arm came out of the robe, and in an arcing hand wave, all the candles glowed to life.

The candles at my back only served to illuminate the figure standing at the podium. Just a few feet away, I watched as the hood was pulled back, revealing Angela's face. Within the confines of the dimming lit attic, her eyes looked almost black, in contrast to her intensely red lips.

Waiting, I watched her other hand appear to untie the robe's neck string. Tossing the robe aside, Angela faced me in all her naked glory, and stepped from behind the podium. A light - an unnatural light, seemed to flash in her eyes, as she approached me.

"I am as you believe, and much more," she said, reaching out to cup my cheek.

Having seen her in dream and visions, her unbridled nudity was stunning up close.

"But..."

Taking my hand, she rested it on one bare breast, and held it there.

"In due time... all will be revealed."

"Will it be as in my dream?" I questioned, feeling the heat of her bare breast and rising nipple.

Without answering, Angela leaned in to kiss me. My lips parted, and like a snake, her tongue slithered in. One of the most intense sexual experiences I'd ever had in my life suddenly vanished. Opening my eyes I found myself, once again, sitting on the porch, alone.

Wondering what the hell had happened, I looked at my empty glass, and went inside to make a fresh drink. I found Angela standing near the kitchen counter, wearing a short, satin, slip, sipping on a drink. Her smile was unnerving, as she hoisted her glass in a toast, before moving off.

I shook my head watching her obviously bare buttocks roll under the slip. Reaching for the whiskey bottle, I gave her one last look, and caught her tongue sliding out between her lips, it was forked like a snake. The words, it won't be long, register in my mind as she pulled her tongue back in and smiled.

"Damn, are you okay?"

Gwen's voice snapped me out of the stupor I was in.

"Huh... yeah, I guess. I just saw mom -"

"Mom? She went to bed a long time ago," Gwen interrupted, cutting me off. "Seriously, I'm worried about you, Adam. How much have you had to drink?"

I'd never had an eye twitch until that moment. I wondered if it was a precursor to insanity...

The next few days were normal, something I was slowly losing any rational thought about. Normal had turned into me not waking to find myself naked, with Gwen or Angela watching over me. Normal was becoming ominous, in a way, like a guillotine hanging above my head. What normal couldn't do was to stop my mind from wandering, waiting for 'it won't be long' to happen. On a Sunday evening the guillotine dropped.

Gwen had left for the evening, leaving me alone with Angela. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary that night. Angela had left and returned to the living room a few times, for reasons I never bothered to ask about. On her third return, she looked as if she was heading to the kitchen, and I held up my empty glass.

I only looked up at her when she stopped, but didn't take my glass. Her hand was raised, with palm up. Just as I turned my head, she blew a light cloud of dust into my face. My reaction was to jerk away, but I was too late. Whatever it was, I'd already inhaled it.

My reality ended. In a voice from a distant place, I heard myself ask, "Is it time?"

The answer sounded inside my head, in the form of a whispering snake.

"Yeeesssssssss."

I closed my eyes, as a feeling of being transported overwhelmed me. When I opened them again, I was nude, with Angela. Naked, she knelt at my side. Her right hand gripped my testicles, massaging in oil, as her left rubbed oil on my bare mons. Together they were bringing my cock to life.

Once I was fully erect, I watched Angela move between my legs, taking a testicle in each hand. Tipping my head back, I groaned over the dull ache she was creating, by squeezing and pulling on them. As the feelings grew in intensity, I looked down seeing she no longer held my balls, but her split tongue was licking and caressing my cockhead.

Again, like an out of body experience, I heard myself ask, "Do you want me?"

And, just as before, the answer came inside my head.

"Yeeessssssss."

"Have I been chosen?"

"Yeeesssssss."

After her final answer, I watched my hard shaft disappear into her mouth. Without gagging, she'd took in the entire length, and held there working my cockhead in her throat. Finally, pulling off, she rose up slowly licking her lips with her slithering tongue.

"I would have you, and release all you should know," she whispered out, swiping a hand over my eyes.

My next memory was of Angela, sitting on top of me. Impaled on my cock, her eyes the color and shape of a serpent, made her looked like a mad woman. Her fingernails dug into my chest, as she picked up the pace of her hips. A dark, shadow-like figure loomed behind and over her, as she brought me to the brink.

Something inside her vagina gripped my cock, holding off my orgasm. The release when it came, was painful, and the most intense ejaculations I'd ever had. Angela laughed crazily, like... well, like a witch, flooding my mind with knowledge of the ancients; of her lying beneath the Dark One - Satan, being rammed mercilessly until she fainted, and much, much more.

Shaking my head, I opened my eyes and gasped. Once more I find myself sitting in the living room alone, fully dressed. I had no idea what, if anything I'd experienced, was real or not. Feeling a burning-like pain, I lifted my T-shirt to find red claw marks, clearly visible on my chest. The marks coupled with feeling sexually drained gave me reason to believe it had been real.

Just as belief started to sink in, Angela re-entered the room. Approaching me, she stopped taking the glass I held.

"Same thing?" she asked, biting softly on her lower lip, looking as if she knew something I didn't.

"Please... and Angela..."

"Yes?" she purred out.

"Has it begun?" I asked.

Without answering, she continued to the kitchen, leaving me in a déjà vu-kind of moment.

Lying in bed, later that night, the words to an old song came to mind...

Well, I know you want a lover, let me tell you, brother

She's been sleeping in the Devil's bed...

In my dreams that night, I was torn between the intense pleasure of my mother drawing the life sperm out of me, and knowing she was absolutely a witch. A witch watched over by a malevolent form. The Dark One came to me, showing me my sister's distended belly. The child growing inside her was mine, a female to be more powerful than Angela and Gwen combined.

I woke in a cold sweat, fearful like I'd never been and gasping for breath.

"Wow, you look like shit warmed over... you and mom tie one on last night?" Gwen asked, meeting me in the morning.

"What? No, why would you ask that?" I responded, sounding far too defensive, and avoiding her eyes.

"Easy... it was a joke, okay? I talked with mom, and she said you were putting 'em down pretty good last night."

"Sorry, I guess I was. Had a lot on my mind."

"Huh, care to share? I'm a good listener, among other things," Gwen said, raising an eyebrow suggestively, grinning at me.

Looking at my sister, all I could see was a swollen belly, and I took in a shuddering breath.

"No... I'm fine. I'm thinking about taking off," I replied, pouring a cup of coffee.

"What!? Why!?"

"Come on Gwen, I've been here how long? I'm wearing out my welcome, and I really should get back to -"

"Bullshit, Adam. You're doing no such thing, I need you," Gwen said, stopping me cold.

"Need me, for what?"

"You know. I know you know, and you can't leave... not yet."

"Gwen, you realize what will happen if I stay - right?"

"Yes."

Her one-word reply spoke volumes. I accepted her offered embrace, and the kiss that followed. When she started to walk away, I stopped her.

"This may sound crazy, but can I see your tongue?"

Smiling, my sister turned and faced me, pushing her 'normal' looking tongue out between her lips. The fact it was just that - normal, eased my mind, but just as she turned to leave, I caught an unmistakable flicker, sending shivers down my spine.

I sensed the time was at hand. Every fiber of my being screamed out the lust I had for my sister. Forked tongue or not, I wanted her. I wanted her virginity. I wanted to be the father of her child. I wanted to be the center of an orgy with Gwen and my mother. I was becoming the Dark One, and went to the attic...

The door opened, as I approached. Gwen waited nude at the altar. Angela stood at the podium end, equally nude. Stepping in as a human, I crossed the threshold feeling other worldly. Horns and cloven hoofs heralded the Dark One's arrival, and Gwen cowed before me, staring at my enlarged penis, and distended balls.

"My lord," she said, moving to lay on the alter.

With a singular focus, I moved towards the altar, dripping saliva, hungering for what lay before me. Once on top of the altar, I was again myself, nothing mystical, nothing religiously dark.

Gwen's spread legs and wet pussy waited for me. Unseen, Angela had moved behind me, her hands gripping my testicles. Groaning, I worked my cockhead up and down through my sister's slit, watching her face.

"I'm yours," she said, grabbing her breasts.

And mine she was... with my cockhead placed in her slit, at the opening of her vagina, I leaned forward, pushing down.

A muted cry escaped her lips as I pressed in, and through her hymen. Pulling back, my shaft was spotted with blood. Worried, I looked at her, as she begged me to keep going.

It was a blood and cum soaked consummation. Quivering in an after-orgasm reaction, Gwen clung to my neck, sobbing out.

"You can't leave."

Nine months later, I watched as my witch mother aided Gwen in the birth - of my witch daughter.

Woo-hoo, witchy woman

She got the moon in her eye...

Holding my daughter, I couldn't deny it. Looking into her coal black eyes, I saw the moon. Moving her head as babies do, her tiny hands came up to rub her face, and she smiled exposing her tiny, forked tongue.

~

Like a cannonball, Gwen slammed into me, before I'd made it to the door. Arms wrapped around my neck, legs around my waist, she smothered my face with kisses. Gwen's head movements brought my mother's loving face in and out of view, as she stood just inside the front door.

"My word, look what the cat's drug home!" my mother exclaimed, moving to join my sister in a long overdue welcoming. "Adam, I'm so happy to see you," she added, hugging me after Gwen had released her hold.

"Yeah, ma... same here. So, this is it, huh?" I responded, looking at the house.

"Don't look like much now, but with you here we can change that," she commented, seeing my dubious look.

"Come on, let's get inside... we have so much to catch up on," Gwen said, butting in, to grab my arm.

"Yes, yes we do," my mother repeated, taking my other arm.

~

I'm sure it was just a trick of the light, or whatever, as I saw something dark glide across my mother's eyes...