"Mom, this isn't what it looks like!" Nick exclaimed, rolling off his sister's naked body. Elisabeth moaned but she didn't wake up. "It was just, uh...I heard...uh..."
"Of course," his mother, Susan, replied evenly. Nick noticed his mother's hard nipples pressing against the fabric of her bathrobe. Was she wearing anything at all underneath? Thinking of this made Nick blush, and his cock hardened in his pajamas.
Shit! He didn't want his mom to see that! He tried to think of the most unsexy thing he could think of. His sister's hand sticking out of the black spot in her mattress came to mind. But watching her naked body sliding inch by inch out of the darkness had actually been kind of hot, like extracting an enormous vibrator, inch by inch, out of a woman's pussy. No, that wouldn't do! He thought of Mrs. Ferguson, his homeroom teacher, who was a total bitch, middle-aged, with tits that seemed to sag to her bellybutton. Oh, but damn, she'd be hot with a whip and tight black leather!
Nick sighed. His erection just wouldn't go down. His mother was staring at his crotch! Shit, shit, shit!
"I...um...well...uh...I think I'll get ready for church," Nick said, standing up suddenly and bolting from the room. He had to push past Susan to get back to his bedroom, and he could have sworn he felt her hand on his butt for a second as he rushed by. No he must have imagined it. This was his mother after all, the high priestess of nit-pickiness propriety.
He rushed into his room and, locking the door carefully behind him, began removing his pajama bottoms. He hobbled over to his computer desk and grabbed a tissue.
He sat down in his chair and began stroking his cock to relieve some of the pressure. What exactly had happed last night? What had been a dream and what had been reality? Now that he was waking up, he didn't seem so sure anymore. There had been the woman who climbed into his bed and sucked him off. He had been pretty sure at the time that it was his sister Elisabeth. But was it? The whole memory was hazy. It was a dream, wasn't it?
There was also his night trip to the bathroom, where he had caught his sister chanting spells, and where he somehow ended up peeing all over her. That, impossible though it seemed, felt very real.
And there had been the scream in the middle of the night, and the struggle to pull his sister from the dark chasm that opened in the middle of her bed. That all happened in between waking and sleeping, so Nick couldn't be sure of what actually transpired, and he had been more than a little surprised to find that he hadn't woken up in his own bed.
His hand's pace on his cock quickened.
Maybe Elisabeth had cast a spell on him that caused him to sleepwalk into her room at night! Maybe it was all some sort of setup to get back at him for stealing her panties a month ago!
He remembered his mother's eyes on his crotch. His balls began to tense. Did his mother really think he was capable of humping his little sister? What sort of trouble was he going to get into?
His crotch burned. Nick lubed up his hands up with moisturizer so he could slide them up and down the length of his cock faster.
What had happened? Was it possible that Elisabeth's life had really been in danger, that what had happened was real, and that he really managed to save his sister from being dragged feet-first into the abyss? Too fantastic! But then, Nick remembered the book he had seen Elisabeth with, the big black book titled 'Black Magick'. If his sister was a witch, then anything was possible, the old rules meant nothing any longer, right? This was an oddly satisfying thought.
Nick gasped. His cock shook, spilling a load of sticky cum into the tissue. Nick crumpled the wad up and threw it in the trash, taking care to push it to the bottom with the old ruler he kept solely for that purpose.
He stood up from his chair and quickly dressed for church.
When he made his way to the kitchen, his mother was already dressed and serving breakfast, even though she had been wearing only a robe a couple of minutes ago.
Nick had often wondered whether his mother's amazing household skill was somehow supernatural and examined his bacon and eggs for signs of magic, though he felt foolish doing this.
Elisabeth came to the table a moment after Nick sat down and began loading her plate with food. Maybe witchcraft took a lot of calories, Nick thought absently, because his sister didn't seem to be gaining any weight. Her size four dress pants clung to her body showing off the firmness of her stomach, emphasizing just how tight and round her butt was. Nick nearly drooled into his scrambled eggs. His sister was almost good enough to eat. Of course, it helped that the lace top she was wearing was nearly see-through, and that a single lock of fiery red hair hung free of the elaborate knot she had tied at the back of her head and seemed to kiss her face seductively.
Nick picked up a glob of eggs with his fork and examined them closely. They looked normal enough. He opened his mouth wide, dropped in a mouthful and began to chew. They tasted normal, too. He was just being stupid, after all. His mom seemed far too restrained to do anything supernatural. Besides, she didn't own any creepy books or chant in the bathroom naked at four o'clock in morning. It wasn't just his cock that kept stubbornly inflating, nowadays his imagination seemed to be expanding, too.
Nick picked up a fork full of bacon and chewed it thoughtfully. It was normal too. He was really overthinking things.
"Mom, can we go to church a little early today?" Elisabeth said with a style that spoke of her recently abandoned table manners. "I want to confess before mass."
"Of course," Susan said, sitting down at the table and decorating her plate with a lady-like portion of eggs, toast and cottage cheese. "It's better to get things off your chest so that you're free to take communion."
"Witchcraft is a mortal sin, you know," Nick spat between mouthfuls.
Elisabeth kicked him under the table.
"What I confess is none of your business," she replied haughtily. "It's not your job to name my sins for me."
"It is my business if I'll have to wake up in the middle of the night to drag your butt out of hell again!"
"Stop bickering!" Susan exclaimed, as though she hadn't heard a word of their argument. "We're about to leave for church. I won't hear any more of this nonsense. If you don't behave I'll just have to call your father so he can decide how to punish you."
"Dad wouldn't care if the hospital called and told him I was dead!" Elisabeth said, suddenly getting angry. She rose from the table. "I'll be in my room, composing myself. Call me when you're done with breakfast." She marched off to her room, looking sulky.
Nick was sad to see her go, but he enjoyed the way her butt moved when she walked. He swallowed his food quickly.
"Mom, may I please be excused also? I think I might have upset Elisabeth, and I can't stand the idea of her crying."
