This story depicts incest, non-consensual sex, and abuse of authority as part of a fantasy tale, but it does not promote or endorse these behaviours in real life. All characters are the age of consent or older for their species.
As the story makes references to plot and character elements from earlier chapters, reading the story from the beginning is recommended.
***** MAY DAY EVE*****
*** Not Getting Out of Bed ***
Streaming through his open window, the morning light woke Brad with its brightness and the promise of a nice beach day. In his reverie, he watched little particles of dust float lazily in the shaft of sunlight and listened to a motorboat in the distance speeding across the lake in a hurry to go nowhere. Then he startled to realize that his sister was lying beside him.
"Good morning, sleepy head," Harmony said with a cute grin and beaming face.
"When did you sneak in?" he asked, stretching out his body as she cuddled into his side.
"Just now." She petted his chest. "We had quite a night last night, didn't we?"
"Yeah, we did." He kissed the top of her head.
"Um, Brad?" she said, flicking at his nipple with her fingertip. "After Phoebe left, do you remember going outside and meeting Uriel by the tree?"
"That's an odd question. Of course I do."
"Do you remember what she did with you?" She traced her fingers down his chest to his stomach, drawing little circles around his bellybutton. "You know, the naughty stuff?"
He snickered. "Why are you being so coy? You mean the blowjob she was giving me?"
"Yeah, the blowjob. Oh, you mean she didn't finish. Um, okay, uh, does that mean that you didn't have sex last night? You know, after Phoebe left."
"What are you talking about? Well not with Uriel." He chuckled. "But you and I ... uh ... We ... you know. Why?"
Looking over her shoulder, his sister spoke to a figure across the room. "See, I told you he was having sex," she said. "That damn elf got him aroused, and his sister finished him off."
"What?" With a start, he looked over to see whom she was talking to. In her tight, black bodysuit, Roxanne emerged from beside the dresser to stare down at them, her arms crossed.
"You have been very bad, Mr. Brad," Roxanne said. "I told you to conserve yourself. What are we going to do with you?"
Snapping his head back, he was shocked to see his sister transform into Phoebe beside him in bed. She smirked at him.
"If you were horny," Phoebe said to him with a pout, "why didn't you come over and see me?" Placing a finger to the base of his cock, she sent a warm sensation through his groin, into his balls, and up his shaft. Against his will, he started to stiffen.
"No, no, my pet," Roxanne said. "You cannot play with him yet."
"Aw." Touching his base again, she sent another warm jolt through his lower body, causing him to shudder. "But he wants me so much." Throwing back the covers, she revealed his growing erection, along with her own shapely body barely covered by a string bikini.
"Sure, sure, but you can wait until tomorrow." Pulling her niece off the bed, Roxanne patted her bum to get her moving and then sat next to him on the bed. "Go do as I said. I will deal with him." As Phoebe padded down the hallway to his sister's bedroom, Roxanne plucked a long strand of hair out of her head.
"Where is she going?" he asked, sounding worried.
"She is going to spend the day with your young lover," Roxanne said, looping her hair around his wrist and tying it to the bed. "The two of you need to be separated and supervised. We see that now, yes?"
"If you harm my sister, so help me—"
"No, no, she is safe, she is safe." Taking another strand of hair, Roxanne tied his other hand to the opposite side of the bed.
Tugging on his first arm, he was surprised that he couldn't snap the hair. He tried again with both arms without success.
From down the hall, he heard Harmony, in her room, say, "Good morning," and then squeal. Then he heard the two girls laughing together, accompanied by the sound of commotion on his sister's bed.
"You see, you see. They are having fun." Roxanne proceeded to tie his feet to the bottom of the bed. "They are going swimming and, how do you say, sun-tanning, so she will be safe all day ... as long as Mr. Brad is good."
"Oh Phoebe, that tickles," Harmony cried in the distance. "What are you doing with your hand? Oh, oh, oh my goodness!"
"Your sister is very loving, yes?" Roxanne said, sitting down beside him.
"Let her alone, and I will do whatever you want," he pleaded.
"Oh, Mr. Brad, I know you will." Leaning over, she gave him a full kiss on the mouth. Her lips felt incredibly soft and moist. Tingles went down his spine. "It is what you are not going to do that is important today."
"Then I'll promise to be abstinent, if that's what you want. Just let my sister go."
"No, no. Your mouth tells me what I want to hear," Roxanne said, rolling her fingers around his erection and causing it to tingle, "but your penis tells the truth." Then she pulled the cover over him.
"What are you going to do to us?" he asked.
"Tomorrow, you are going to make love with my sweet niece in the ring so that she can transform to become my sister. She will become a very sexy succubus, yes?" She gave him another kiss.
"She wants you to stay to be her consort," she continued, "but if you complete your task, I will let you leave with your sister." She traced a finger around his lips, tingling them with her energy. "But maybe you will want to stay, yes? Then Phoebe will share Mr. Brad both with me and our whole family."
