The Love Witch and Fisher Family

Prologue

Misty smiled awkwardly over her cup of tea at the Fisher matriarch, Vanessa. It was their first time meeting, and Misty wanted to make a good impression, but in situations like these, she often felt shy.

"This is lovely tea," she said.

"I'm glad you like it," Vanessa said. "Shall we discuss your previous work history?"

Sitting beside Vanessa on the couch were her three children: Claire, the oldest daughter; Owen, the middle child and only son; and the youngest, Delilah.

"I'm sorry," Misty said, sitting in a small chair across from them. "Before we continue, when Miss - I mean, when Mrs. Daniels introduced us, she said that your children were grown."

"They are," Ms. Fisher assured her. "Delilah just turned eighteen this summer."

"Yet they still live with you?" Misty asked.

"That's correct," Ms. Fisher said. "Given - Everything that's happening out in the world, I asked them to move back home. I hope you don't think I'm too overbearing. When you're a mom, you want what's best for your children. It can also be lonely, being the only person in a house this big. I thought having them back home would be good for everyone."

"It's just that," Misty said anxiously, "I prefer to work with widows, women without children, and women whose children have left the nest."

"What a strange preference," Claire said.

Ms. Fisher leaned forward. "Can I ask why?"

Misty tapped her glass and scanned the faces of the family. "None of you will remember what I'm about to say," she said, focusing on mesmerizing them with her voice. "You'll remember the answer you want to hear."

All four family members nodded in unison, and Misty knew that the mesmerization had been successful.

"To be honest with you, I'm a love witch. My presence in the house increases feeling of affection, of dedication, of - well, lust. That's why I prefer to work as a housekeeper for lonely women. By being in the house with them, I can rekindle them, attract suitors, find them lovers and husbands. You all don't have to believe me, but you do have to understand what I'm telling you right now. Do all of you understand?"

The family nodded again.

"Now, if I were to be in the house with you all, and you are all around the house and each other all the time, those powers could turn your affection, your dedication, and your lust toward each other."

Vanessa smiled wide. The corner of Claire's lip turned up in a knowing half-smile. Owen leaned forward onto his knees, more attentive than he'd been all interview. Delilah's hands moved as if of their own accord, one covering her breast, the other between her legs.

"I see," Misty said, realization dawning on her face. "You're not a normal family, are you?"

"We're a perfectly normal family, dear," Vanessa said.

"If you hire me, these emotions that you all have repressed will come flooding out of you. It could be a week, it could be a month, it could be a year, but the four of you will overflow. If other families found out, or the authorities, or your ex-husband... it could bring ruin down upon you all. Do you understand, Vanessa?"

"Of course," Vanessa said. "I've seen what you've done for Mrs. Daniels. I want to be as happy as she is."

"As long as I have your informed consent," Misty said, "I think you should hire me."

Misty tapped the side of her glass and the mesmerization was broken. Delilah's hands fell stiffly to her side. Owen sat back into the couch, looking bored. Claire examined Misty analytically.

"Well," Vanessa said. "I think you would be a perfect fit for us. When can you start, dear?"

Misty danced a little in her seat. "I can start tonight," she said. "And please, call me Misty."

Part 1: Claire and Owen

1

It took less than a week for the love witch's presence to push the older children into something they would normally have stopped themselves from. Vanessa was doing her yoga in the basement, and Delilah had locked herself in her room, leaving Claire and Owen alone in the living room. Claire read a book at one side of the couch, while Owen played a video game on the other.

In a coincidence abetted by the witch's magic, Claire had gotten to a particularly steamy sex scene at about the same time as her brother arrived at a romance scene. Claire's cheeks burned a little as she read through the passionate lovemaking of the protagonist and her love interest. Owen's eyes drifted from the two characters on the screen, who were declaring their love for each other in melodramatic overtures, over to his sister.

He had never before noticed how much his sister resembled his favorite romance option. They weren't exactly the same, of course, but his older sister was smart, and stubborn, and sometimes bossy, but always kind and warm toward him. And they bore more than a passing physical resemblance. His eyes traced the curves of her body, her breasts rising and falling as she focused on her book, her legs curled up so he could see her perfect ass in her tight leggings.

He shook his head, snapping himself out of it.

She looked over at him. She imagined him as the love interest in her book. They weren't by any means the same - the book character was a time traveler attempting to stop a potential apocalypse. But her brother did have some of the same qualities that she admired in the book character. He was loyal, and dedicated, and sometimes too intense, but only because he cared deeply.

Owen felt his sister's eyes on him and looked over. She smiled at him and he smiled back. She reached toward him and patted the space in the center of the couch. Without words, he slid over. She set her book down on the side table and shifted over to him, draping her arm across his shoulder.

"You bored of your game?" she asked.

"Just waiting for the cutscene," he said. "You bored of your book?"

"Not bored, but distracted," she told him.

On instinct, his hand moved to her thigh, teasing her outer thigh with the tips of his fingers. Her own hand moved to his knee, rubbing it warmly over his sweatpants.

"We haven't hung out much since we've been back, have we?" she asked.

"We haven't really been close in a few years," he admitted, turning toward her.

Their foreheads met as their hands drifted upward. Owen rubbed her through her leggings, feeling the wetness soaking through. Claire felt her little brother's cock through his sweatpants for the first time.

"What are we doing?" Owen asked.

"Getting close," she said.

They kissed before they knew what they were doing, their mouths warm and desperate. Claire moved her brother's hand beneath her leggings until his fingers were on her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. Her fingers closed in a circle around his cock, pumping it up and down.

"Fuck, sis," he grunted between kisses.

"Not yet, bro," she teased. "Maybe soon."

He pulled her lips to his in a deep, passionate lover's kiss. Their tongues played with each other. Time stopped mattering.

"I'm close," she whispered. "Faster."

He obeyed, his fingers dancing until she moaned against him, her body shaking as he pushed her over the edge.

"Now it's your turn," she said.

She licked her hand, tasting the salt of his precum while letting her saliva coat her palm. Her hand around his cock, aided by the wetness of her palm brought him up, closer and closer, until he couldn't hold back anymore. Warm white cum spurted out, coating the back of her hand and her fingers.

The tip of her mouth curled up in a knowing half smile as she brought her hand back to her mouth. He watched as she licked up his cum and swallowed it.

Wordlessly, he brought his own fingers up to his mouth, smelled his sister's pussy, her own cum, and sucked her juices from his fingers.

"That was too hot, bro," she said.

"I know," he said. "We should do that again."

"We will do that again," she said. "We'll do more."

He smiled. "We probably shouldn't do it in the living room."

She made a show of dramatically putting on a thinking face. "Well, your room or mine?" she playfully asked.

"Mine," he said. "You can sneak over to my room without waking anybody up easier than I can get to yours."

"How about tonight?" she asked. "I'll sneak over after mom goes to bed."

"I'd like that," he said.

She looked down at his cock one more time. She thought about how it looked perfect for her. Then she pulled his sweatpants back up and kissed his lips.

"See you tonight, bro," Claire said, standing up and walking away. Owen watched her ass jiggle as she went.

"What just happened?" he asked himself and the empty living room he suddenly found himself in.

2

Vanessa had a ritual for going to bed. She would go to the family liquor cabinet and pour herself a couple fingers of whatever she was feeling that night, drink it slowly at the window overlooking the garden, then turn off all the lights and climb up the stairs to her bedroom. She would disappear into her room until the next morning, giving her children free reign of the house. Since they had been spending so much time inside, they had all gotten in the habit of staying up way too late, but they tended to rotate living room time after dark.

"You can have my turn if you want," Claire texted Delilah. "I'm just going to stay in my room and read tonight."

The younger sister sent a thumbs up emoji, and a moment later Claire heard her descending the stairs.

Quietly, Claire tiptoed down the hallway to her brother's room, opened the door, and slipped inside.

Owen was sitting at his desk. He closed his laptop as she came in and stood up.

"I wasn't sure you'd come," he said.

She shut the door behind her and leaned against it. "Happy to see your big sister?" she asked.

He crossed the floor to her and took her chin in his fingers, pulling her lips to his.

She'd never before felt such an electric kiss, and the fact that it was from her own brother gave her an extra little tingle in her chest. She pulled him into her and he happily let himself fall into her, their bodies melting against the door. She felt his hard-on through their clothes, and began to grind against him. Her leg slid up, and he pressed into her.

Every movement she made, he responded to intuitively. She had a feeling of airiness inside her, like champagne bubbles in her breast. What he felt was different, but equally as intoxicating, a warmth like whiskey spanning from his lips to his loins.

"The bed," she whispered, and a moment later was whisked away as he laid her down, climbing on top of her.

She pulled his shirt up and off, and he undid her top button by button, throwing it to the floor. He hesitated at her bra, but she said, "Do it," and with a snap of his fingers, it too fell away.

They resumed kissing each other as deeply as possible, the skin of their chests warm against each other in the cold of the night. His hand squeezed her breast, his fingers twisting and tweaking her nipples. She moaned, and he kissed her through her moan.

When he grew impatient, he slowly pulled her leggings down, peeling her wet panties away from her crotch and sliding both down her legs until they fell to the floor.

She went to pull his sweatpants off, but he stopped her.

"I just want to look for a minute," he said.

She blushed and laid back on her elbows as his eyes drank in her naked form for the first time. She twisted her legs to the right so that he could see her ass as well, and when he licked his lips she giggled.

"What perverted thoughts are in your head right now?" she asked.

"I'm pretty sure they're illegal," he said.

"That makes it more exciting, doesn't it?"

He nodded, clearly conflicted by what they were doing. "You're sure you want to cross the line?"

Again she made a show of thinking. Then she opened her legs. "If you don't want to cross the line tonight, there's always something else we could do."

He stared at his sister's glistening cunt, her purple pussy lips begging for his kisses, and threw himself face first into her. His tongue and fingers seemed like they were made to give her pleasure. His lips wrapped around her clit, his tongue learning how to make her squirm and shake, his fingers wrapping up against her spot. It was better than any toy or lover she'd ever had before.

"You taste so fucking good," he told her.

She ran her fingers through his hair as she felt the pressure building up inside of her. The first orgasm racked her body and she covered her mouth to keep from moaning so load that surely mom and Delilah would hear. The second one had her knees shaking around her brother's head as she gripped his comforter, moaning into his pillow to muffle herself. The third one left her sapped, as she collapsed completely, pulling Owen up toward her other lips. She kissed him, tasting her juices on his mouth.

"You're good at that," she said, shivering with pleasure.

"I've been thinking about it a long time," he said.

"Have you?" she asked. "Since when?"

"Florida," he said.

She giggled. "That was like four years ago."

"I know," he said. "But I've got this mental picture of you in that little blue bikini, that little red Jane Austen book open on your chest as you napped in the hammock."

She smiled. "Can I tell you when I started thinking about it?"

"Of course," he said, surprised that she had thought about him as well.

"Remember when you beat up Shane?"

He laughed. "Nobody hurts my sister and gets away with it."

"He always talked a big game, but when you started marching toward him, he yelped like a little girl."

"I remember," Owen said. "You've been thinking about me longer than I've been thinking about you."

"Surprised?" she asked.

"Just thinking that we should have done this sooner," he said.

"Don't think that thought hasn't been running through my head all afternoon," she said.

She pushed his shoulder and guided him down to the bed, crawling on top of him. She kissed his lips, then down his neck and chest, slipping his sweatpants down and off. His cock stood at full mast. She looked up at him and kissed it. His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from her face as she licked up his shaft. As her lips enveloped the head of his cock, he let his head fall back into his pillows.

It seemed impossible how good she was, the shape of her mouth perfect, her movements masterful.

"Fuck," he said.

Her head bobbed up and down, taking the length of his cock down her throat.

"Oh my god, sis," he said.

She stopped, pumping his cock with her hand.

"You love your big sister's mouth around your cock, don't you? Dirty pervert."

"You like your little brother's big cock, don't you?" he asked in return.

"Yeah, I do," she said, smiling naughtily. "I want to taste my little brother's cum. I want to feel it dribbling down the back of my throat. Thick and warm as it slides down to my belly. Won't you cum for your big sister? Won't you cum in my mouth, little brother?"

Her mouth took his cock again, and he felt like she might suck it off of his body.

"Oh fuck," he said, grabbing his headboard. "Fuck, sis. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

His big sister got her wish, as his cock exploded in her mouth. She swallowed almost all of it, a little trail running down from the side of her lips as she stuck her tongue out to show him. "You taste so good," she said. "I honestly can't believe how good you taste. I didn't know cum could taste this good."

"I feel the same about you," he told her. "I could eat you out all day."

"I'll put that to the test sometime," she teased.

She crawled up his body and cuddled up on his chest like a cat nesting into him. He pulled the blanket up over her.

"I think you were right," she said.

"About what?"

"Not crossing the line tonight," she said. "We can do that later."

"You really want to?" he asked in disbelief.

"I do," she told him without hesitation. "With my whole body, I do."

3

Owen wanted his first time with his sister to be special, so he told her to wait for his signal, then come to the garden.

After Vanessa's nightly ritual, he was able to sneak out into the garden without anyone the wiser. Then he set to work assembling a picnic. He had never done this by himself before, so it took him a bit longer than he thought, but eventually everything was set up. He texted Claire that it was time.

When she saw what he had done, the blanket and pillows laid out on the patio, the charcuterie board and wine, she gasped in surprise and covered her mouth.

"Owen," she said, looking like she was going to cry from happiness. "You did all this for me?"

He smiled. She threw her arms around him and kissed him lovingly.

"This might be the most romantic first date I've ever had," she laughed. "And to think it's from a dirty pervert like you."

"Luckily you're a dirty pervert too," he joked.

They settled in and enjoyed the food, and the wine, and cuddled under the blankets together. Their hands roamed each other's bodies freely, like old lovers on vacation.

"We're really going to do it this time," she said. "No more delays."

In response he kissed her. Whiskey and champagne.

She crawled into his lap, straddling him, grinding down against his erection through their clothes. Their movements were primal, rutting like animals in heat. When they couldn't stand it anymore, they threw their clothes off, desperate to be closer, to be as close as two people can possibly be.

She slid the head of his cock up against her wet slit. He took her face in his hands and kissed her.

"I want it," she said.

"I want it, too," he said.

She lowered herself onto it slowly, feeling it slide inside her, filling her up in a way she didn't know she could be full.

"I fucking love you, bro" she said.

"I fucking love you, too, sis," he told her.

He took her hands in his, their fingers entwined as she started to ride him up and down, staring him in the eyes as the two siblings fucked for the first time. His hips rolled up to meet her as she thrust down, and pulled away as she lifted up. She moved his hands to her body, one to her hip, the other to her breast. Her own hands squeezing his chest like she wasn't sure he was real. Claire was in heaven, Owen's cock the perfect size and shape to hit all her spots.

"Fuck, bro," she moaned as her first orgasm swelled inside her and then broke, her cunt squeezing his cock tight.

He moved her down to the pillows and crawled on top, wrapping her legs around his hips, crossing her ankles behind his ass. Pushing his cock back inside, his sister shook in pleasure.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"Like home," he told her.

She smiled in post-orgasm bliss. "You're so cheesy," she teased.

"You like it," he shot back.

He took a handful of her hair and pulled her head down, forcing her body up. His mouth found her nipples and chest, kissing the sweat from her as he began to thrust.

"Fuck," she cursed.

Rolling his hips, burying the entire length of himself inside of her, before coming back.

"You love your little brother's cock, don't you?" he asked.

"I love my little brother's big cock," she whispered.

"Dirty pervert," he teased.

"Sick fuck," she shot back.

"Insatiable incest slut."

"Just for you," she said.

He built up his rhythm, thrusting deeper and harder inside of her, drawing every ounce of pleasure out of her that he could. She squeezed him with her thighs, rocking back against this thrusts, wanting it more than she'd ever wanted anything. The second orgasm washed over her like an ocean wave, and she couldn't stop the moans from coming. They echoed off the patio walls and resounded in her ears.

"I'm almost there, sis," Owen said. "I need to pull out soon."

"You're not pulling out," Claire told him. "You're going to cum inside me."

"You could get pregnant," he objected.

"I hope I do," she whispered. "How naughty would that be?"