Learning To Love Your Sisters Pt 03

I know its been an awfully long time coming for Part 3 and I do sincerely apologize. Big girl jobs and life changes have kept me busy and I'm finally returning to write. This installment is a bit exposition heavy, but I think its necessary to further the story of our Sisters and I am truly excited to continue writing this tale. I promise I won't make you wait nearly as long for Part 4.

In other news, I'm beginning to take commissions for personalized short stories. If you enjoy my work, want to support me, or just want a sordid tale of yourself with one of the Sisters from my work, message me, and we can hammer it out!

Love,

Delta

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It wasn't a long walk from her bedroom to Maggie's room. The Delta Kappa Sigma Sorority house wasn't even that big in comparison to the other Greek houses around campus. It was, however, very old. She was told during new pledge orientation that the house dated back to the American Colonial era. The Sisters were diligent about maintaining it though. Every semester began with a new restoration project, fresh coats of paint were applied regularly, and it was meticulously cleaned by the newer Sisters on a weekly basis. Despite all of that, the creaks and moans of old floorboards were still there. The foundation had settled in places and the halls weren't always perfectly level. The house had its own little quirks. A trait that was shared by the young women who lived there.

However, those quirks were never as apparent as they had been in the last hour. What was going on in this house? Emma remembered waking up that morning, completely naked, in bed with her close friend, and in-house Big Sister. For the life of her, she couldn't remember crawling into Maggie's bed, but when she opened her eyes, that's where she was. That was only the beginning of course... she had only just gotten her clothes back on after a passionate, and unexpected rendezvous with her roommate Lauren. If she was honest with herself, she didn't even remember making the decision to crawl into bed with Lauren either, but she knew she didn't regret that for a moment.

Now she was walking through the halls of Delta Kappa Sigma with her redheaded roommate, hoping to get some answers. While Emma didn't entirely mind the new changes, something was going on here, but Emma trusted that Maggie would be honest and sort things out. She always had in the past, and Emma trusted her completely. Not only was Maggie her Big Sister (by virtue of Sorority hierarchy, rather than actual familial ties) but she was also her best friend. Maggie would make sense of things.

Emma rounded the corner to Maggie's hallway but was suddenly stopped as Lauren grabbed her hand. Emma turned sharply and met Lauren's gaze. The cocky, flirtatious aura that graced Lauren so recently was gone. She looked nervously up at Emma.

"Before we go airing our dirty laundry out to your Big, I wanted you to know, it was real for me." Lauren said softly, then her eyes darted towards the floor. "It was fun, but I do genuinely care about you too."

Emma smiled broadly at Lauren, then gently lifted Lauren's chin and kissed her. "I know." Emma replied after ending the kiss. The pair stood there, eyes locked, smiling for a long moment before a voice shook them from their trance.

"Ahem..." The voice called softly, making a show of clearing their throat, "If you two are done, can I have my Little now?"

Emma whirled around, blushing a shade of red that would put an apple orchard to shame. Maggie was leaning out from the doorway to her bedroom, wearing an oversized tee shirt bearing the Sorority's letters, her hair up in a messy bun, and a smile painted across her face that made Emma's heart skip a beat. She was beautiful.

"Maggie," Emma stammered "we were just coming to see you"

"Well, I can't say I blame you for getting... sidetracked" Maggie replied, her eyes scanning Lauren from head to toe, that smile growing ever wider. Emma and Lauren looked at each other, trying to get their stories straight, but Maggie cut them off. "Don't keep me waiting any longer." Maggie beckoned them with one hand then disappeared back into her room.

The girls took a few seconds to catch their breath and let their hearts settle, then followed Maggie inside. The room looked much as it had when Emma snuck out earlier this morning, except that where once Maggie had been asleep, she was now awake and radiant in the early morning sun. One foot tucked beneath her, she let the other dangle down to the floor. The eldest Sister smiled again and gently pat her hand on the bed beside her.

"Sit down, we need to talk." Maggie said, still smiling, but suddenly less playful than before. "Lauren, would you mind closing the door behind you."

Lauren wordlessly obeyed and the two new initiates approached the bed. Emma sat cross legged, facing her Big Sister and Lauren set on the edge mirroring Maggie.

"So..." Maggie began, the air of confidence she had earlier diminishing slightly. "I'm sure you two have lots of questions. Let me tell you a story, and I promise, I'll do my best to answer any questions you still have afterwards."

Maggie saw how bemused the two looked, but they did not object, and so Maggie began her story.

"This Earth is full of primal power that our ancestors used thousands of years ago to thrive in a harsh environment. Many cultures revolved around leaders who were able to utilize these forces to guide their people. Witch doctors, shamans, medicine men, oracles. History is full of these terms, but we explain it away with the blinding light of science. Indeed, as civilizations grew and thrived, these forces were further enslaved and buried, until only the very rich and powerful even knew they existed. This continued for centuries as mankind build cities and rewrote history." Maggie paused, searching Emma's eyes for some reaction. She knew how outlandish this story must have seemed, but Emma looked on, enraptured. Lauren looked more skeptical, but did not voice her thoughts, so Maggie continued.

"When Europeans first came to the New World, they found a land where those primal forces of antiquity thrived, and the people lived in peace with it. At first the settlers ignored their senses and relied on science and religion to explain it away. Some, however, embraced their birthright and sought to learn more. These brave people were persecuted and labelled witches and were persecuted."

Despite all logic, Emma found herself wanting to believe what Maggie was saying.

"Are you telling me the Witch Trials were real?" Lauren blurted out, mouth agape.

Maggie gave a sad smile. "What you've been taught about them was a half-truth at best. Witches, as they became known, did live in early America, and they were hunted for their practices. But it was not out of some Puritanical fear of the devil. No, the aristocrats of the Old World were jealous and wanted to control the primal powers here too, and they were willing to hunt down those who would take what they viewed as theirs. For the most part, they succeeded. Only a lucky few were able to escape or hide, some found places of power in the New World that offered to aid them. This is one of those places." Maggie let that last statement sink in for a time. Silence filled the room as surely as the morning sun. Long minutes passed, but Maggie did not continue the story.

Finally, Emma asked "this house?" Maggie smiled.

"Yes Emmy. The very ground this house was built on is infused with primal power. Call it magic if you like, but there is a force deep below the foundations. Some of those who sought refuge from persecution made a pact with the Earth here. It gave them powers to not only hide, but to prosper. So, the very earliest members of our proud Sisterhood built this house, and the Gift that was granted to them was passed to you last night."

"So we're witches now?" Lauren said mockingly, but Emma could tell she was only half joking.

"Initiates for now... but one day you will be fully fledged members of our coven." Maggie answers, no jest in her voice. She gently touched one finger to Lauren's lips and grinned mischievously.

Emma watched curiously as Lauren tried to respond, but couldn't seem to speak, or even open her mouth. The redheaded girl became increasingly flustered. She waved her hands empathically, trying to gesticulate where she could not speak. Lauren's emerald eyes darted angrily from Emma to Maggie, then concern edged out the ire, Lauren's eyes now looked pleadingly at the others. Emma began to worry for her friend, but Maggie just giggled quietly to herself. Maggie reached out with both hands and pulled Lauren's face towards her, she stared into her eyes for a moment and kissed her. The kiss was short, but was not lacking for passion, and as their lips parted, Lauren opened her mouth.

"What the fuck?" was all that Lauren could say, finally able to put voice to her thoughts.

"Beginning to believe in magic yet, witch?" Maggie asked, one corner of her mouth upturned in a wry grin. She was very pleased with herself.

"Can I do that too?" Lauren asked, forgetting her earlier shock and anger.

"In time yes, but I think you have already been practicing some magic, probably without even trying." Maggie said, her eyes shifting between the two roommates. Then tilted her head slightly, turned to Emma.

"Emmy, did you maybe... crawl into bed with this redheaded vixen?" Maggie asked, doing her best detective impression. Emma's cheeks flushed again, then nodded slowly.

"Do you happen to remember actually.... Making that decision?" Maggie asked again, cocking her head to the other side. Emma thought for a moment.

"Things just happened really quickly..." Emma began, not even looking at her companions.

"Emmy," Maggie cut her off softly. "its absolutely natural. Witches blessed with red hair are naturally adept at a powerful form of persuasion magic. Persuasion with a very particular focus albeit. I'll teach you some wards later to help control those hormones." Turning towards Lauren, she added "And we'll teach you how to control that you little fox."

Lauren looked dumbstruck. "I didn't try to do any magic."

"You're not listening sweetheart. You have a natural aura of desire, basically every red head does when they are given the Gift. Believe me, you'll want to get that under control before you start classes next week." Maggie laughed. "Emmy, you don't hold that against your roomie, do you?"

Emma blushed an even deeper shade of red "No." she admitted. "I actually rather enjoyed it."

"I'm sure you did." Maggie said, then sighed wistfully. "Yet you left me here all alone this morning. I think the two of you owe me."

Now it was Lauren's turn to blush. "uhm... how do we repay you exactly?" Emma's mind was with the possibilities as well.

"You'll soon learn that our Sisterhood is very open with our affection. I promise you weren't the only two members of this house who enjoyed the company of a fellow Sister this morning. You'll learn the wants and desires of each and every member and they'll crave you just the same. It'll be hard to find release while you're alone in bed or enjoying the company of an outsider. Your Sisters will always be here to help you though." Maggie explained. "I could go on... but I think another Hex demonstration will explain it more."

Without taking her eyes of the pair of younger women, Maggie flicked a fingernail across her left palm. In moments, deep red blood welled up from the cut. Moving quickly, Maggie used her fingers to daub a marking across Lauren's forehead with the blood. Emma distantly considered pulling away but sat transfixed as Maggie marked a bloody symbol on her forehead too.

"Sit, don't speak." Maggie now spoke with an imperious tone. Emma didn't even consider disobeying. "Most bodily fluids will work for a rune of obedience, saliva for an expedient mark, your vaginal fluids will work admirably, especially for bedroom activities, but blood is the original reagent, and has a certain flair I adore."

Emma realized now that her obedience was being compelled by Maggie's magic. Whatever mark her and Lauren bore on their faces gave the upperclassmen power over them.

"Normally, we don't use them on Sisters, but while you're new to this, we can bend those rules." Maggie continued. "Undress." This too was spoken as a command, and Emma immediately pulled her shirt over her head and discarded it beside her. She noticed Lauren was also complying without a word. Within a minute, the pair sat completely naked before Maggie who made no secret in eyeing their bodies. Then with a devilish gleam in her eye she added "Masturbate."

A shiver of embarrassment went through Emma's mind, but she felt her hand acquiesce immediately. Her fingers lightly brushed her crotch which was still sensitive from her adventures earlier this morning. She couldn't help but glance over at Lauren who was less bashful about it and already had buried two fingers into her puffy pink lips. Maggie watched the two girls touch themselves in total silence for several long minutes. Emma felt her arousal build and her tentative touches gave way to unabashed lust as she began pumping her fingers in and out of herself, rubbing her engorged clit with the other hand. She felt she was on the urge of a powerful climax... but it never came. Emma's body was teetering on the cliff of orgasm, but despite her best efforts she was left unfulfilled.

"Here, let me help." Maggie offered full of mock politeness. Emma stopped her futile efforts and watched as Maggie's slender fingers reached down for her sensitive, desperate womanhood. A slight caress of her Big Sister's fingertips was all it took to wrack Emma's little body in pleasure. She doubled over on the bed, riding the waves of the orgasm as Maggie gently applied pressure. Despite her and Lauren's earlier dalliance, this pleasure was not diminished at all. As the blissful feelings passed, Emma was able to sit upright again.

"You're part of a Sisterhood now." Maggie stated. "So while the pleasure you'll feel when you're with your Sisters is unmatched by anything you've felt before, don't ever leave a girl hanging. Its fucking impossible to climax alone now. Believe me, I've tried."

Emma nodded her head in understanding. She saw Lauren did the same as she recovered from an equally rapturous orgasm.

"Now I could wipe those runes off your pretty little faces and consider this a lesson learned... but you did leave me hear alone all morning." A now truly wicked grin split Maggie's face. "So I think I'll have my fun now."

Emma was only beginning to piece together the puzzle of this house, but she knew that her immediate future was completely in the hands of her Big Sister, and inwardly she smiled with delight. She was going to enjoy being a witch she thought, especially if that meant serving Maggie's desires.