Nick lay in the darkness, his mother Susan's head on his chest. Her breasts pressed against his pubic bone. The moon was so bright that it seemed as though the sun would be rising soon, though it was only a little past midnight. Nick slowly extricated himself, very careful not to wake his mother, went to his school desk and looked out the window into the night air.
Half of Elisabeth and Amber's "month of purification" was over now, and that meant the time for the great ritual would soon approach. The girls were probably out somewhere again, engaging in some sort of kinky ritual. He ought to knock on Elisabeth's door and check if she was still in bed, but for some reason the task seemed loathsome to him.
Nick continued to stare out the window into the night, and his right hand wrapped around his cock and he began to pump. His spent cock quickly sprang back up to erection.
If he turned his head a little to the right, he could see the pool out of the corner of his eye.
His pace on his cock quickened. A drop of precum glistened on the head.
Nick squinted into the darkness.
The moon was so bright he couldn't make out any stars.
He grasped the head of his cock and squeezed it.
He pulled a tissue out from the box on his desk and shot a wad of cum into it. As he continued to stare out the window, he tossed the wasted paper into the trash receptacle.
He crawled back under his covers and his mother yawned and eyed him hungrily. They slept the rest of the night having hot kinky sex in every position imaginable.
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Sunday morning, the entire family was sitting in front at the kitchen table, eating toast and bacon before church.
Elisabeth, who was now attending mass morning and night, was wearing a white loosely crocheted mini-dress which resembled a lacy doily, and she had to wear a thong underneath, or her crotch would show between the elaborate loops, which adorned her body rather than hid any part of it from her bother's view. On top of that, she obviously had altered it so the neck-line was low over the her cleavage.
It had to be a miracle that she was allowed to leave the house dressed liked that, though Susan has become a little more lax since Nick became her personal sex toy.
In Nick's twisted, hormone-drenched mind, Elisabeth looked like some perverted caricature of a nun, and Nick began to fantasize about his sister joining a convent. Knowing her, she'd start a tradition of hardcore lesbian S&M orgies after mass and then make a killing selling tapes of it on the Internet. People had a creative knack in Nick's family.
Nick reached down slowly beneath the table and let his finger rub against the crotch of his pants. He was hard enough to burst.
Across from Elisabeth, Victoria was sitting, in a little white dress and thigh-high stockings, kicking her legs in and out as though pushing herself on a swing. Her large breasts loomed dangerously close to her breakfast plate with every oscillation.
Nick excused himself from the table and ran into his room, making sure to lock the door behind him. He ripped his cock from his pants and began to stroke it wildly.
In under a minute he'd filled another tissue full of cum and mixed it in with the crumpled pieces of scratch paper.
He heard a knock at the door and, stuffing his cock back into his pants, went to open it. His father Samuel eyed him darkly from the door.
"Time to go to church," he said, in a less-than-eager tone of voice.
Nick shrugged. He didn't care much these days whether he went to church or not, they only went because his mother, and now Elisabeth too, demanded it of them.
Samuel straightened his son's tie and gave him a sympathetic half-smile.
Nick knew that his father always carried a piece of scratch paper and a pen around with him to church and family gatherings, and spent most of the time scribbling notes for new money-making schemes.
What right did his father have to smile at him, like he was some sort of co-conspirator? Not one word of their stupid preacher's pathetic sermons would reach Samuel though the brick wall he had put up against the world.
Nick had never met anyone so good at being isolated from his surroundings. Samuel couldn't really be considered to be anywhere.
Nick balled his fists and stepped away from his father.
In the living room, Victoria was standing on a chair so she could reach down into the urn that supposedly held their grandmother's ashes, but in fact contained the remains of some complete stranger.
"I wonder who that really is," Nick said, stepping closer to his sister so only she could hear him. Nick was pretty sure that the two of them were the only ones who knew those ashes weren't really his grandmother's.
"Oh, she's a 19-year-old runaway turned cheap street prostitute. She died of a heroin overdose twenty years ago," Victoria said, scooping up a handful of ashes and letting it slide slowly from her fingertips, back into the urn. "No one bothered to claim her ashes, so that's why we've got them now. It kind of makes you feel sorry for her, doesn't it?"
"Don't tell me you're planning to bring her back to life!" Nick exclaimed, taking a step away from his youngest sister.
"And why not?" Victoria replied, replacing the lid of the urn roughly. "Wouldn't it be nice to have an older sister for a change? It not like your family's too poor to take in another stray. Your father really has a talent for making money.
"That's not the issue!" Nick exclaimed. "I'm sick of all this black magick that's running wild all over the house. I don't want to see any more spirits brought back to life on a whim. Have all the women in this house gone mad?"
"What in heaven's name are the two of you doing there?" their mother Susan called from the doorway, where she was standing with Samuel and Elisabeth. "How many times do I have to ask you to leave my mother's ashes alone? They're not playthings. Now hurry up and wash your hands, for goodness' sake, we're going to be late for church!"
"Yes, ma'am," Victoria said, jumping off the chair and running to the kitchen to wash her hands. Nick watched, openly hypnotized by Victoria's butt bouncing up and down as she struggled to get her hands under the stream of water. If the rest of his family noticed his fascination, they didn't comment. Elisabeth smiled vaguely and his mother gave him a bit of a stern look, but it was hardly worth mentioning.
Before long, the whole family was in their big white minivan and on their way to church. Samuel had collapsed the back seat, so he'd have room to stack old computers and metal pieces he had collected from the junkyard for one of his new ideas, so Nick was squeezed in the middle between his two buxom sisters.
"See, there's no room for a big sister," Nick hissed in Victoria's ear. They were packed in so tight that Nick had to pull his shoulder free from behind Elisabeth's back to turn to talk to her.
"What are you two talking about?" Elisabeth asked suspiciously.
"Oh, nothing," Nick said quickly. "Victoria just wants to perform more dangerous magick, that's all."
"Oh, don't mention magick," Elisabeth gasped orgasmically, her face coloring slightly. "I'm not supposed to be doing any magick except spells to increase arousal, or getting off at all until the ritual, and I'm going through such withdrawal, I feel like I'm about to start twitching! I still have two more weeks to go!"
Nick's cock reached new levels of hardness from the slutty arousal in his sister's voice, and he slowly began to run his hand under her skirt. Elisabeth moaned slightly and let her brother inch slowly up her thigh.
Nick felt his heart begin to race. His parents were in the front seat. It didn't matter that he had to play dildo for his mother at night. She didn't know that he had a sexual relationship with his sister, and Nick knew she'd certainly kill him if she found out.
The naughtiness and the danger was intoxicating to him. His hands became very sweaty and his breathing ragged. Victoria stared at the two of them out of the corner of her eye so she could catch a glimpse without their mother catching on.
Nick inched up closer and closer to Elisabeth's pussy, but when he circled his finger under the elastic of her thong, she covered his hand with her own.
"No, I need to be good," she whispered. "I've only got two more weeks, that's all, and then I can have all the hot steamy sex I want." She pushed Nick's hand away.
Almost immediately, Victoria grabbed Nick's hand and tucked it under her own skirt.
"I don't know why both Elisabeth and Amber insist on being so silly, purification is highly overrated," she said, pushing one of Nick's fingers into her velvety interior.
Nick moaned slightly and bent slowly to nibble at the side of her neck. Damn, he was so aroused. It was almost as if he hadn't jacked off just half an hour before.
Nick pushed his fingers between Victoria's pussy lips. Her juices stuck between his digits as he playfully explored her body. It was now Elisabeth's turn to watch hungrily from the corner of her eye, and it was obvious that she was having a hard time struggling against the urge to touch herself. Her nipples were hard against the fabric of her lingerie-like dress and her lips had become rather redder than usual from arousal. She forced her gaze forwards and kept her fingers kneaded together in her lap, her thumbs rubbing back and forth softly along her skirt, as though they had a mind of their own.
Nick smiled broadly. It was fun to see her squirm.
