Font of Fertility

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All Characters are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I would suggest reading Chapter 1 if you have not already. This chapter includes a lot of softer sex than usual. Fair warning to readers, this series also includes sex between siblings.

Jeremiah tests out his theories about having a magic dick...

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"Anna?"

My sister's voice wavered in my mind and I wondered what the hallucination would say this time. Was she going to blame me?

"Anna, wake up," she said.

I coughed, feeling the water that was constantly beading up on my nose flick free. My arms had gone numb, my shoulders just a dull ache from being forced to hang for too long. I swallowed, my tongue thick in my mouth, and cold.

"Anna, please," she said again.

I winced and blinked one eye open, looking through the constant misting, and I saw my sister. She was horrified, but also terrified. Anna had always been my mini-me, a little short, a little stocky, and in the last year she'd been sprouting the same big chest I'd shared with our mother. And now here she was, as trapped in my father's schemes as I was.

Maya was pressed against a wooden table in the greenhouse that had been set perpendicular to the floor, with thick wet vines of ivy pulled tight and keeping her limbs immobile. She couldn't move.

"Maya," I croaked. Despite all the water, my voice was hoarse. From shouting. And screaming.

"Anna, I don't understand. What's going on? Who did this to you? Why am I-"

"You are here, daughter, because your sister valued herself over the rest of our family," George Stoker said. He emerged from the overgrown, wild fauna, the leaves and vines moving out of his way at a wave of his hand.

"What? Dad?" Maya questioned.

"Quiet," he said, and as he waved one of the vines binding Maya split and wrapped around her throat. Her eyes got wide and she struggled to breathe.

"Stop!" I screamed, my voice tearing.

"You've run out of time, my little devil spawn whore," George said, stepping closer to me and sneering. "Your sister is about to come of age, and when she ascends into her powers I will decide whether I keep you around, or her. And then the next stage of my plan will begin."

I was out of hate. I was out of anger. The fire was gone. I just hung my head and cried.

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***1 - Hypothesizing***

OK. Here I go. This is how I do it. I'm gonna do it now. Right... now.

I opened the door to my room and stepped into the hallway.

"Fuck," I said.

"Excuse me, Mister?"

"Oh, sorry Mom," I said, turning and finding her with her arms crossed, giving me that 'I don't know what's going on, but you better figure yourself out real quick' look.

"Hm," she said, eyeing me suspiciously. "Are you going anywhere today?"

"I think Lauren is going to come pick me up," I said. "But I promise I'll be home tonight, OK?"

"Good, Jeremiah. I'm starting to get concerned with the amount of time you two are spending together. I know it's all fresh and new, but you need time for yourself as well," Mom said.

Alone time isn't really helpful at the moment,

I thought. "OK, Mom. I hear you."

"Good," she nodded, then went to turn but stopped. "I didn't get a chance to ask you at dinner, you

did

get a few of those college applications done yesterday, right?"

"Oh, yeah, of course," I lied out my ass, realizing that I'd completely and utterly forgotten. "I submitted two and started working on my Cardinal application. That's the one I actually care about though."

"You want to go to the same college as Stacey?" Mom asked. "That's kind of sweet, hon."

"Well, I mean that's not the only reason," I said. There was no need to tell her it was for Stacey,

and

Lindsey,

and

Lauren.

"Alright, well make sure you get that application done, alright? And the others, you always need some backups with these things," she said, then came over and kissed me on the forehead. "Not that you aren't obviously capable, honey."

"Thanks, Mom," I said.

She hummed a tune to herself and went downstairs, leaving me in the hallway. I let out a breath and tried to block out all the shit going on.

College didn't matter. I was a sex wizard.

Well, it mattered. But not right now. I had too much shit to do, too much shit going on, and just generally too much shit.

"Alright," I muttered to myself. "Teleportal."

I focused, touched the pool of power in my mind, and tried to visualize whatever the fuck 'teleportaling' meant. The way Adama had described it was opening one door, and stepping through another, but you needed to know that the other doorway was there. That didn't really make sense to me - how did you make one door connect to another?

I rubbed my face and took a breath.

Alright. I go in my bedroom door, and come out of Lauren's.

"And... go," I said, opened my door again and walked through, entering my room. "God damn it."

"Jer,

what

are you doing?" Stacey asked, coming out of her own room. "You keep opening and shutting doors and it's annoying."

"I'm trying the thing," I said.

"What thing?" she asked.

"You know," I said, making a couple of popping motions with my hand. "The thing."

"Oooh," she said, clueing in. Both of our parents were somewhere in the house, so we had started talking in... well, it was stupid to call it code. But at least we were obfuscating it. "So I guess it's not working?"

"Not yet," I sighed. I'd been trying it for about an hour now.

"Well, I need to head over to get together with Lindsey and search the apartment listings, see if we can find something. So... am I driving, or are you Thinging?"

"Just, give me a minute. I feel like I'm on the cusp of something," I said.

Stacey checked back over the bannister down to the first floor, and then looked back at me with a smirk. "Need some inspiration?" she asked. She didn't wait for an answer and lifted her shirt, her tits bouncing out wonderfully. Definitely 'Titty Drop GIF' worthy, if I was the kind of idiot who would post them on the internet. Stacey bit the corner of her lip and cocked her head to the side. "Helping?"

I just gestured at my groin, where I was now tenting my shorts. "I mean, sort of," I laughed.

"OK, well I'm going to get changed, you tell me if you want me to drive you," she said and lowered her shirt.

"Thanks, Stace," I said.

She smiled and leaned in, kissing me on the mouth in a way that would have made the parents very confused, and then very angry. "Any time," she said. "Gotta keep my sex wizard happy, right?"

At least someone is giving me my props,

I thought.

Stacey went back into her room, and I took another big breath and shut my door.

Every time I cast a 'spell,' if that's what you could call it, I'd figured out there were sort of three steps. The first was visualization - see what I wanted. The clearer I could do it, the more restrictions I put on it, then the less power it would take. The second step was to tap the pool of power. And the third was to push that visualization I'd created into the pool, and then things would happen.

The problem was every time I tried to visualize 'teleportaling' I just kept seeing bad CGI or smash cuts from low-budget sci-fi shows.

I hadn't figured it out yet when Stacey came back out of her room, dressed in a cute long sleeve shirt that was now tighter around her bust, and tight jeans that hugged her amazing bum like a second skin.

"You coming?" she asked me.

"I wish," I said.

She got a sly look and lowered her voice. "I can make that happen for you."

"I- I can't believe I'm saying this, but not now. Hold on, let me change and I'll come with you."

We ended up at the Baxley house, all four of us bundled up in their basement. Lindsey and Stacey both had laptops out and were scrolling through apartment listings, while Lauren and I had sat down for the first time in a while and were playing some Super Smash on the classic N64 I had gotten her last Christmas from a thrift shop.

"OK, weird question," I said as Lauren's Bowser smashed my Link off of the screen. "But it's been bugging me for a couple of days now. What exactly are we calling you three?"

"What do you mean?" Stacey asked.

"He means if I'm his official girlfriend," Lauren said, "What does he call all of us collectively."

"His lovers," Lindsey said, then made a face and shook her head. "Nope, that sounds way creepier than I thought it would."

"I was thinking we're all in his harem, so we could be your Concubines," Lauren said, nudging me. We hadn't stopped playing, and this time it was Link that swatted Bowser off of the screen.

"Yeah, because that definitely doesn't sound just as weird," I said. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it's also kinda hot. But I feel like there are weird connotations."

"We could just be your Hoes," Stacey snickered.

"Well if that's the case, I'm his bitch and you two are his hoes," Lauren laughed, and the three of us joined in.

"Partners?" Lindsey suggested.

"OK, this is silly," Lauren said and paused the game. She turned to the others. "Just because I'm the 'official girlfriend,' doesn't make you two any less his girlfriends. So let's just go with that."

"God, I can't believe you're my boyfriend," Stacey groaned. "It makes me feel all warm inside, but it's also totally weird."

"Well, just so you all know, I love my girlfriends," I said.

Lauren punched me in the arm, and then kissed me. Then I had Lindsey slipping into my lap on the couch, having crossed to us silently, and she kissed me as well. "I love you too, boyfriend," she said, a sparkle in her eyes.

"You take my breath away," I said, and kissed her again.

"Yeah, well I've always loved you, nerd," Stacey said, standing behind the couch and leaning over to give me a quick upside-down kiss. Then she gave me a wet willy, sticking her finger in my ear.

And then I realized Lauren had unpaused Smash, and I lost my last life. "Hey, cheating," I cried foul.

"Actually," Lindsey said. "Speaking of cheating... you want to tell us about Angela last night?"

And so I did. I told all three of my girlfriends about the booty call I answered, and how I left Lindsey's friend Angela entirely satisfied. This led to Lindsey sitting on the floor between my legs, slowly sucking on my cock as I told the end of the story, and transitioned into my whole schema of how I gained power.

"So that's why I decided to ask her out on a one-time date tonight. I need to see if the better I know her, the more I actually care about her, if the amount of fuel I get is, I don't know... more?" I said.

"Like, love makes it purer?" Lauren asked. She was watching Lindsey suck my cock, one hand up under her own shirt and teasing a nipple.

"Something like that," I said. "I'm not trying to fall in love with Angela here or have her fall in love with me. I just need some baseline information to compare off of."

"Fine with me," Lauren said. "Hoes?"

"I'm going to want a date sometime, even if we have to pretend we aren't for it," Stacey said. "But yeah, it makes sense."

Lindsey just pushed herself further down my cock, taking me to the root and slurping.

"I believe that's a 'Yes, go for it,'" Lauren said.

"Oh, you speak cocksucker?" I smirked.

She punched my arm again and leaned in with a grin. "Yeah, I do."

Lindsey ended up happily sucking my cock for another twenty minutes, nursing me along while Stacey went back to searching apartment listings up near their school, and Lauren and I played a few more rounds of Smash. After our latest game, I called a stop.

"Linds, you don't need to be down there all day. It's fucking amazing and surreal, but you really don't need to," I said.

Lindsey took her lips off of me, probably for the first time since she'd started the blowjob. "I like doing it for you," she said. "I just- I know you're enjoying it. And that makes me feel good."

"But if you're doing that, then I want to make sure you're enjoying it as well," I said.

"Jerry-" she said, but I stopped her by kissing her.

"Look, just accept it," I said. "Either now or later."

"Later," she said and smirked at my surprise. "Surprise me, OK?"

"Alright, a surprise it is," I said.

Lindsey lowered her mouth back onto my cock and I sighed in pleasure as she started kissing and sucking me softly again.

"Instead of burning time on video games, why don't you try working on teleportaling again?" Stacey asked from over at her laptop.

"You were trying?" Lauren asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I figured I would try jumping from my bedroom to your bedroom, but for the first time since this all started I couldn't figure it out just by instinct."

Soon Lauren and I were embroiled in a conversation, and I explained in more detail how I actually experienced magic as my three girlfriends listened attentively. Lauren asked the most questions, her nerd-brain trying to figure out the game behind the system, while Stacey tried to figure out what the 'rules' were, and I had a hard time explaining that the rules were basically that there weren't any rules, but also seemingly lots of rules. Why did distance, or size, make a difference in how much power a certain spell would take? Why did limiting the effect lower power investment more in some ways than in others? How was I even supposed to measure my magical pool of fireworks in the back of my head beyond generic terms?

How much could I hold in that pool at all? I had no idea if there were limits.

Lindsey slurped her lips off of my cock and gave the underside a big lick, like she was eating an ice cream cone, then cleared her throat. "So it sounds like magic is really just a philosophical enterprise bending reality based on the ability of the wielder to break their own understanding of that reality and reform it using the energy generated by the source of said magic."

I blinked.

"Uh, Linds? Your geek is showing," Lauren said.

Sometimes I forgot that Lindsey was in pre-law, and when I did remember I knew she was also up near the top of her class.

Still holding my dick in one hand, Lindsey shrugged. "The way you think about what your magic will do isn't just about understanding, it's about a deeper belief. So like, for the ATM thing, you could make the dispenser activate because you had a general idea of what it did, but making the ATM 'do the thing' you knew it could do without knowing how it did it came with a higher cost. If, for instance, you equipped yourself to not just think you knew, but really knew how the ATM worked on the inside, I bet the cost would be much less."

"So when Jerry wants to teleportal, he just needs to... believe?" Lauren asked.

"No. Well, sort of. It's about philosophy," Lindsey said. "OK, look. So we've got two doors, right? We know Door A opens and closes, and we know it leads from inside to outside, and if we've walked through that door before we know where that door leads. Same thing for Door B. To visualize Teleportaling, I hypothesize that you need to fundamentally change your belief that Door A doesn't lead outside, but rather is the same door as Door B, and leads to where Door B leads."

"Shit," I said.

"What?" Lindsey asked.

"I'm going to end up taking a bunch of philosophy classes in University now and Dad is going to hate that," I said, which made all three girls laugh.

Lindsey ended up trying to help me wrap my head around what she had apparently figured out just listening to one conversation, while Lauren took over giving me a blowjob. By the middle of the afternoon, I was still unable to mesh the visualization aspect, but I felt like we'd made a lot of progress.

I'd also had two great orgasms, dumping the first into Lauren's mouth and the second into Lindsey's pussy in a quick fuck, hoping neither of the Baxley parents would come downstairs while we were going at it. We'd had to gag Lindsey with her own panties, but that had just gotten her hornier.

***2 - Testing Theories***

"Suzie," I said by way of a greeting.

Suzie, Angela's roommate, looked me up and down and narrowed her eyes. She'd opened the door when I knocked since another person in the apartment building had held the door for me when I got there.

"Jack," she said, then leaned back into the apartment and shouted, "Angela, your prom date is here!"

"Actually, my name is Jeremiah," I said.

"Yeah, don't care," she said, waving me off. "Just do me a favour and don't bring her back here completely shitfaced, alright?"

"Wasn't planning on it," I said, then hesitated and smirked. "You might want to keep those noise-canceling headphones handy though."

Suzie rolled her eyes and looked ready to respond, but Angela came bustling out the door, pushing her roommate back inside the apartment with a 'Just stop!' and then shutting the door and turning to me. "Hey," she said, putting on a smile.

Angela was wearing a long sleeve knit white turtleneck that hugged her body nicely, along with black jeans and knee-high boots, and she was carrying her coat. She'd done up her long dark hair in a high pony but had styled it to look like it was held there by a big knot, and she had on decent-sized gold hoop earrings that accented her slim neck and her smile.

"You look gorgeous, Angie," I said, leaning in and kissing her on the lips lightly. "I'm excited to get to know you better."

"Thanks, I think I might actually be a little excited too," she said. "With Holiday hours at the mall and some stuff with my parents, I haven't been on a proper date in like six months."

"Well, let's make sure you get your money's worth," I grinned, and offered her my arm. She took it and let me escort her out of the building, helping her with her coat at the door. Once we were inside the car - my Mother's again, though Angela didn't need to know that - I turned it on to get the heat running and then pulled out my phone. "So, I thought we should just be as upfront as possible," I said, then dialed Lindsey's number and put it on speaker.

"Good evening, lover," Lindsey answered, then giggled.

"Hey Linds," I said. "I'm here with Angela in the car."

"Hey, Angie! I hear you got a good dicking last night," Lindsey said.

Angela blushed, and I reached over and took her hand. "Uh, yeah, I did," Angela said. "Thanks for lending me your boy toy."

Lauren spoke up. "Hey Angela, I'm here too. We just all wanted you to know that this date is absolutely A-OK with us. Jerry isn't cheating, and you both have our permission to have as much fun as possible."

"Thanks?" Angela said.

"You heard her, bitch," Lindsey said, and you could hear the smile on her lips. "As much fun as possible. Over and over. Just make fun all over the place."

I snorted and shook my head, and Angela chuckled. "I'll give it the good old college try," she said.

Lauren and Lindsey said goodbye and hung up.

"You could have warned me," Angela said, giving me a look.

"It wouldn't have helped," I said. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't think I was pulling a fast one on Lauren or on Lindsey."

"I'll admit, I'd thought about it," Angela said. "I was planning on texting Lindsey once we got wherever we're going. Speaking of which, where are you taking me?"

The first idea had been the outdoor skating rink just outside the city, but when we got there it turned out to be closed due to the warmish weather we'd been having. It sure didn't feel warm out, but I guess to keep half an acre of water frozen you need more than a cold breeze. But, this is why I had contingency plans, and we pivoted cleanly and landed at the old amusement park that had their 'Winter Festival' going. It really wasn't much of an amusement park, mostly designed for kids, but Angela's eyes lit up when we pulled into the parking lot.