Nick's mother, Susan, laughed a cold, mean laugh.
"What sort of a perv are you, to get so turned on by your mother's hand on your ass?" she scoffed.
Nick blushed a shade of bright red. He had really just made a mess on his mother's lap while she was spanking him?! Maybe she was right, he really was a pervert. That sort of thing just wasn't normal. He must really be the most pathetic kind of horny male slut.
He grabbed his duffle bag full of stolen sex toys and hugged it to himself, as though for comfort. His softening cock felt hot and dirty against his mother's bare thighs. He wanted to go to the bathroom and wash the cum off himself, but he was too scared to move.
"I'm sorry, Mom! I... I lost control. I didn't mean anything by it. It was... Uh... It was just awkward... You know, I mean..." Nick stammered, almost incomprehensibly.
His mother only smiled.
Slowly and carefully, he began to ease himself out of his mother's bed, horribly aware of every inch of his naked flesh, which seemed to burn as his mother's eyes covered him, taking him in like a long drink of water.
He wanted to dig a deep hole and hide himself in it, but at the same time he knew better than to simply turn tail and run. Susan wasn't the sort of woman to be crossed lightly. Only a couple of weeks ago he had seen her let loose a box of snails in the flowerbed of the neighbor down the street whose dog she had caught peeing in her front yard.
His mother stood up and straightened her nightgown. Nick found his eyes lingering on the silky material that covered her soft, round ass. Oh, what he wouldn't give to run his tongue along her crack, to feel his cock against her smooth skin.
Nick mentally shook himself. This was his mother he was fantasizing about. Obviously, even thinking such things about her was awful. He watched her set off towards the bathroom, her hips swaying seductively. Oh, he just wanted to grab her and fuck her! He wanted to spread those thick pussy lips apart and give her a real pounding. He wanted her hear her moan, to hear her say his name in ragged breath, to feel her twitch and writhe in his arms.
Shit, there he goes again!
Nick slapped his own face to wake himself up. He wasn't going to let himself drift into any more kinky fantasies involving his mother. He just wasn't going to go there!
He clutched the strap of the duffle bag more tightly. He had done what he had come to do. He had stolen his mother's sex toys. Now that he fulfilled his duty to his sister, she would reward him by letting him watch whatever kinky sex ritual she and her friend Amber were up to.
Nick's cock twitched, thinking about the four long, thick candles he had seen in Amber's backpack. They were not among the small candles that burned on all the surfaces of Elisabeth's bedroom. Was it possible that they would be used in the ceremony itself?
He blushed, thinking about pumping one of the large candles in and out of Amber's wet pussy as she moaned orgasmically. He reached down and began to stroke his cock. His mother had closed the door to the bathroom and was completely out of sight. But still, he didn't feel right touching himself in his parents' bedroom. He already somehow managed to avoid being punished for leaving a trail of cum all over his mother's inner thigh, so he didn't want to press his luck. There were other, more important things to do!
Nick eased the door open, stepped out and closed it behind him, one hand clutching the strap of the duffle bag, the other clamped tightly around his hardening cock. For the life of him, he could let go of either for more than a split second.
The door to his sister's bedroom flew open and Amber pulled him inside. She was completely naked, and it was a few of seconds before Nick could pull his eyes away from her large brown breasts to listen to what she was saying.
"What took you so long? We heard noise. I was so scared, I couldn't start the ritual until I knew you were safe," Amber whispered. Elisabeth looked a bit nervous, too, but she took the duffle bag eagerly and this time tossed it into the corner without even opening it. Nick was slightly angry, wondering if he'd gone through the trouble of stealing his mother's dildo for nothing.
He glanced around the room, taking in all the subtle changes that had been made over the last ten minutes. The bed was covered with a shiny black material, probably garbage bags, clearly intended to keep anything from soiling Elisabeth's pink bed sheets. Someone, probably his sister, had drawn an elaborate pattern of shapes and symbols in white chalk on this impromptu bed spread, and Nick gaped at them in wonder. He had never seen anything as obviously evil looking as these soft white marks against the black background.
"I've been up nights trying to find just the right symbols for a ritual like this," Amber said when she noticed Nick staring. "Aren't they beautiful?"
Nick stammered. He was excited by the possibility of witnessing sex magick, but part of him was still terrified, and looking at the markings made the feeling a hundred times worse. His cock began to shrivel, as though the blood had been drained out of it.
Elisabeth laughed. "Oh, come on, Nick! Stop being such a sissy. There's nothing to be afraid of. Amber and I have everything under control."
Nick remembered pulling his sister's body out of the dark chasm that opened in the middle of her bed last night and began to shake all over. Dream or not, that memory left him with enough doubt to terrify him.
He pulled himself up straight and tried not to think of it. He was a man after all. He was supposed to be brave. Besides, who else would protect the two girls if something went horribly wrong?
"Where should I sit?" Nick asked his sister. She pointed to a chair in the corner next to the closet.
Nick felt like some pervert who had paid money to watch two lesbians make out in front of him. This thought embarrassed him, but of course he took the seat anyway.