Disclaimer: This is an erotic story. You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community, and not be offended by the contents of it. If you are not 18, live in an overly repressed community, or are easily offended, move on. This is not for you.
This is also a parody and as such is protected under the first amendment. I do not claim to own the characters used herein, I'm just borrowing them for a little while, and there is no intent to use the characters for profit. Any copyrighted names, works, etc. remain property of their respective owner(s).
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Oh, yeah, a warning to anyone who likes a plot in their erotica. You won't find one here. This is a sex story and as such has just enough plot to advance the sex along.
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One note about the story codes – You will notice the MM designation in the story codes. Try not to let this get in the way of your reading the story. There's really nothing explicit in there, it's mostly just suggested. I put the warning in there so no one was caught by surprise. Anybody who wants to talk about why I've handled it this way instead of some other way, or why I've even included it in the story can contact me and I'd be happy to discuss it.
And now the story -
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Chris orbed into the Halliwell manor living room and moved towards the TV and video cabinet off to one side of the room. This in itself was not unusual for the whitelighter, it was the circumstances surrounding his presence that made this appearance a little curious. For one thing, it was a bit past 2 o'clock in the morning, kind of late for a social call, even with the weird hours the sisters sometimes kept, and if he had been there on business he would have orbed into the attic. For another, he was carrying a small bottle of Johnson's Baby Oil in one hand and a box of Kleenex in the other and he was headed to the cabinet where the sisters kept their DVD's and videotapes. Toward the bottom shelf of the cabinet, under the romance movies favored by Piper and the vintage noir movies that Paige loved to watch and behind the collection of z-grade horror movies Phoebe preferred. Toward the not-so-small stash of homemade DVD's that Phoebe had hidden there, assuming no one would ever find them, because no one would even know to look for them. The DVD's of the Charmed sisters fucking each other's brains out. Those DVD's.
He had discovered them quite by accident one night while rummaging through the cabinet looking for something to watch to pass the time during one of his frequent bouts of insomnia. He had seen most of the movies the sisters had on the top two shelves and was looking at some of the more obscure titles the middle witch kept on the bottom when something toward the back of the cabinet had fallen over, attracting his attention. Being naturally curious, and wanting to put whatever had fallen back where it belonged, Chris had reached into the cabinet and come out with a DVD in a plain black case with a handmade label that read simply "Phoebe – The First Day".
Intrigued, and thinking it might be some sort of magical training video, Chris had popped the DVD into the player and settled on the couch to watch. Well, he was sorta right, the video was magical all right, but if it was a training video it was unlike anything he had ever seen before, unless you counted the porn he had downloaded from the internet using P3's broadband connection. Come to think of it, maybe it was a training video, at least, it should be. After repeated viewings, including three times the night he had first discovered it, Chris was of the opinion that this video should be part of the sexual education of every young person in America. Pay attention now kids, this is how young, healthy, adults should have sex. Uninhibited, energetic, totally hot, and most important of all, fun.
Chris had watched the video, the marathon sex session between Piper, or Paul as she was known on the DVD, Paige and Phoebe, all the way through many times since that night, and he had always found the viewing to be extremely... satisfying. Satisfying enough to cure his attack of insomnia, allowing him to get at least a little bit of sleep so he could be ready to join the sisters as they took on whatever challenges the next day would bring.
Over the course of many weeks he had watched some of the other homemade DVD's tucked away in the cabinet, working his way through the collection, avoiding some for the obvious reasons, replaying others over and over again, also for the obvious reasons. And tonight he was going to watch one of the older videos chronologically, but new to him, with the deceptively mild title "Phoebe – In the Garden".
The young whitelighter turned on the TV, making sure the volume was waaaay down - wouldn't do to wake one of the sisters, not with the program he was about to tune in to – and placed the DVD in the player's tray. He then gathered up his lube and tissues and moved to the couch, removing his pants and boxers before taking up his favorite position, slumped down, lower back supported by a throw pillow, right hand lubed up and lightly stroking his dick, as the video started to play.
As had the very first video, this one started with the camera focused on Phoebe. Unlike the first video however, this one was shot outside, in the manor's garden, in broad daylight, and neither Phoebe, nor the person holding the camera, seemed the least bit concerned about being observed by any of the next door neighbors. Oh yeah, and the subject of today's video was already completely nude. Chris took a moment to be impressed with the sisters' growing powers. That they could cast a privacy spell that was so powerful that they could spend an afternoon indulging their desires - and outside no less! – without having to worry about unwanted visitors and nosy neighbors, well that just spoke volumes of things to come. In time they'd even be able to protect the manor full time, and never have to worry about demons invading at all hours of the day. And the really ironic thing about it was that it was the bond between the sisters, that same bond that was manifesting itself in their growing sexual appetite for one another, that gave them their power. So in a very real way, the more the sisters loved each other, and the more they displayed that love in a physical way, the closer together they grew, and the stronger their bond became, and that in turn led to an increase in their powers. And this was the true reason that the elders, and other powers-that-be, turned a blind eye toward what would in any other situation be considered abnormal in the extreme and dealt with severely. The sisters' incestuous relations were a natural, and necessary, result of their bond and the powers knew this, indeed, they counted on it in the fight against evil.
