Author's Preface:
Hello community, new author here. As this is my first attempt at erotic fiction I am quite willing to concede that the plot for this one takes quite a long time to unfold. I am of course open to critique so feel free to leave any advice you might have for a newcomer (I can
assure
you it will be appreciated).
As you may have inferred from the tags and tagline, this story is an incest story in which
decidedly
un-family friendly activities occur, however if anything does cause genuine upset to readers (perhaps you have had negative relationships with cursed trinkets in the past?) then I can only offer my most humble apologies.
Otherwise, thank you very much for your interest and I look forward to hearing what you think!
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Evie Beaumont was the
last
person on Earth who deserved this.
The wooden box of seemingly innocuous trinkets and jewels looked like any collection of ancient knick-knacks salvaged from the home of some equally ancient serial hoarder.
Nevertheless, young Evie did
not
deserve it.
This was mostly because these items were all unfathomable bastions of world-changing power, and Evie was pathologically incapable of utilising that power with
anything
approaching responsibility.
"Fucking fucking gonna RULE the fucking WORLD fucking!"
she mumbled excitedly to herself as she ducked through alleyways and side streets. She
had
to get them all home as soon as possible, without being seen if possible.
The mousy girl's blue eyes darted to and fro, occasionally blowing an unruly strand of black hair aside as she tried to move at speed while simultaneously looking nonchalant. Her short, elfin body was practically vibrating with excitement as she stormed across the lawn of her house, unlocking the front door after agonizing seconds of fiddling with keys.
She practically fell through the door, slamming it behind her with one foot and moving for the stairs at almost a dead sprint. The voice of her mother echoed through from the kitchen, where presumably something culinary was taking place.
"Oh Evie, how was your day at-"
"Hi Mum! Sorry, can't talk now see you at dinner BYE!"
At least, that was what she had
meant
to say, but in her excitement the words all exited her mouth at once giving the impression of one loud squeak instead of anything approaching language. Her excuses made, Evie skittered up the stairs and into her bedroom in about 3 seconds flat. Her mother shook her head despondently and returned to the kitchen, quite used to her youngest daughter's idiosyncrasies by this point.
Evie kicked the door shut and placed the box reverently on the bed, gently rooting through the eclectic and esoteric items within. She palmed a small book bound in blackened leather, a clay oil lamp seemingly pilfered from a Mesopotamian tomb, and a gold coin burned black on one face.
She only had the vaguest idea what most of these things were actually supposed to
do
, but she knew each item was brimming with magical energies.
Well... she
hoped
each item was brimming with magical energies.
They were buried in the walls of a basement in the now defunct Carlisle Manor, which had lain abandoned after its owners mysteriously disappeared in a lightning storm more than a century ago.
So... they fucking
better
be magical.
She and her 'occult' friends had been looking into the Carlisles for some time, tracing their lineage back to the 14th Century at least. The family had accrued enormous wealth from a variety of undisclosed sources and were subject to at least three witchcraft trials in a single century.
For a group of amateur ghost-hunting enthusiasts, it seemed like the perfect place to focus their energies. While the house wasn't lived in as such, it was owned by a family member now living in Rhode Island, so it was well maintained at least. The love of ghost hunting can be dulled by enough mud and rot after all. Luckily, they were able to make their way onto the property with relatively little fuss, as there was no security system to speak of. While her other friends fawned over the gothic library, Evie snuck down to the basement. There she found a section of weak plaster and managed to pry it off with a little gumption.
When she found the old-timey fruit box stuffed with arcane artefacts, she was suddenly overcome with a curiously selfish urge. She grabbed the whole lot and
bolted
.
She felt a
little
guilty about not sharing the haul with the other girls, but she reasoned that she could probably buy their forgiveness with a country or two when she was the undisputed
Empress of Mankind
.
As previously stated, Evie did
not
deserve the contents of that box.
She began the process looking through everything to see if there was... an instruction manual? No... that probably would have been too much to ask. She picked up some sort of stone-age clay idol and turned it over in her hands. It looked like one of those 'Venus of Willendorf' things that occasionally came up in someone's back garden, all ridiculous curves and enormous bellies. It felt weirdly
warm
to the touch.
"
Here
we go..." Evie thought to herself, certain that she was about to welcome some ancient Sumatran Goddess back into the world and become her Divine Prophetess. That would be
pretty damn sweet
all things considered...
As she rubbed and felt along every surface of the idol, she suddenly felt it shudder. As she watched the idol began to glow with a throbbing purple light.
"
Yeeeessss!
" she whispered to herself, begrudgingly conceding that this was how supervillains were born.
The idol shuddered violently, threatening to throw itself clean out of her hands. She clamped both of them over the clay, which promptly ceased all motion and seemed to catch fire. With equal parts wonder and relief Evie noted that the fire was both painless and faintly
tingly
, the purple flames seeming not to damage her clothes or skin.
"Who's that? Is that you Archibald?! Christ, who's bloody got me now?
Fuck's sake...
"
The divine voice emanating from the idol seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, an angelic symphony of thousands of sopranos singing in perfect chorus.
It made the near constant swearing a little jarring, naturally...
"Oh fuck
me
, another one! Why can't you bloody meatbags leave me
alone
for a few centuries?! Is that
really
so much to ask?! Can't you just wait a millennium or so for me to really get a decent amount of shut-eye? I suppose you'll be wanting a fucking
wish
and all, won't you?"
Evie took a quick look around to see that nobody could hear this strange collection of voices that seemed to be booming and whispering at the same time. She nodded at the idol.
"I expect you fucking
would
, wouldn't you? Well
fine
. You can have ONE but then I'm going back to sleep and if you think I'll answer you again you can
fucking do one,
mate. Now... What do you want? DON'T FUCKING SAY ANYTHING, I CAN'T STAND THE WAY YOU FLAP THOSE FUCKING LITTLE
SKIN FLAPS
TO MAKE LANGUAGE... Right. Got it. Christ,
another fucking pervert...
One day I'll be woken up by a Nun and I won't have a
fucking clue
what to do with them..."
Evie wrinkled her brows confusedly. She hadn't said anything... She hadn't even
thought
anything...
"Wishing that sort of thing had a more 'mainstream' appeal, eh? Well it's
gross
but it isn't the
worst
thing I've ever done...
Why the fuck not?!
I've only got a range of about 100 feet with this idol, but that should work just fine for what
you're
wanting."
The idol pulsed one last time and sent a trail of wispy purple smoke out from its face. Evie took a lungful without realising before the smoke appeared to change direction and shoot out through the keyhole of her door.
"There. Now
fuck off
."
With that outburst the idol fell silent, the purple flame winking out as quickly as it arrived. Evie could feel that it was nothing more than an inert lump of clay now, and placed it back in the box.
"Well... That was
weird
."
Evie gingerly checked herself for any new lumps or accessories, but found none.
"What the fuck did you
do?
"
It was at this point that her reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door, which after a moment swung open to reveal her big sister Jeanne.
"Hey short-stack, Mum says dinner's in five minutes."
Evie noted that her sister had clearly just stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a soft cotton towel with another wrapped around her short black hair. Evie noticed her impressively toned legs, a result of countless hours honed as a personal trainer. Jeanne herself often remarked that her 'sick girl-abs' were single-handedly keeping her local gym open. Evie often thought of her sister as 'tomboy-ish'.
"
Earth to Evie!
Dinner. Five. Yes?"
Evie snapped out of her train of thought just long enough to look her sister in the eye. She absentmindedly noticed that her sister's were the same shade of deep blue as hers.
"Dinner! Gotcha. Yes. How was your day?"
Jeanne shrugged expressively and took a step towards the bed, one hand dutifully holding her towel in place.
"Same old, really. Needed to step in to take over a spin class for Mel, so it's actually been pretty chill. What's with all of this crap?"
She poked at the box's contents lightly, trying to avoid touching anything that might be dirty (which was damn-near everything). Evie watched the tiny movements of her biceps with curious intensity.
"Umm... Me and the girls got them from the old Carlisle Manor, thought they might be related to the history of the place."
Jeanne chuckled and drew her hand back, Evie noticed the droplets of water on her arm.
"You girls are 2spooky for me, hun."
Jeanne smiled impishly and looked her baby sister in the eye, seeming to notice something as if for the first time.
"Are you wearing your contacts again? Honestly I always thought you looked cuter with the glasses... Anyway, see you in a bit."
With that Jeanne walked out nonchalantly, and Evie watched her go with a new appreciation for the work that her sister put into her bod-
Shit.
Evie suddenly realised what the idol had done. Well... that was
hardly fucking fair
, was it?!
"You sign up to
one
