Chapter 2

Moira Black

Sable darted after my brother as I buried my face into my hands and sobbed. Zach knew I lied to him about Charles being our half-brother. I was afraid. So afraid. Nothing had gone right tonight. Everything had been such a failure.

“Shhh,” Mom said. Her arm went around me. She held me despite what I had done. She was stroking me.

Then Susannah was there. Her arm went around me, too. She held me tight as my entire body shook with my guilt. How could they hug me when I had messed things up so badly? I had lied to my brother, and he knew the truth. My spell had backfired. So many people were dead and ... and...

He knew the truth.

He hated me.

“Shhh,” Mom whispered. “It’s okay.”

I sniffled. “How?”

She smiled at me. “You’ll see.” She wiped at the tears on my cheeks. “So ... your father’s been teaching you magic?”

I nodded dully.

“When did that start?”

My body shivered. “A year and a half ago. Right after I turned fifteen. He...”

Moira Black – A Year and a Half Ago...

I was in the school’s library watching Zach studying. He was so focused on it. So intense. He wanted to do something great. I knew what it was. I was his twin sister. How could I not know what he wanted to accomplish? We shared a womb. We came into this world together.

I wanted to help him so badly, but I didn’t know how. He was so much smarter than me. I just sat here, staring at him and feeling so helpless. He worked hard, writing notes down in a notebook. It was such a thick book. He turned page after page like it was nothing.

I glanced down at the book before me. The Bible. Whenever Mom said she had problems, she would read the book. I had gone to church every Sunday of my life, but what was in here said I couldn’t help my brother the way I wanted to. Needed to.

Incest was a sin.

I shut the bible. It was no help. No comfort. I just watched Zach as he packed up. He was always so punctual. He put his belongings into his backpack and headed out of the library, passing the librarian. The woman was so beautiful in her low-cut blouse and her unbuttoned cardigan. She had glasses perched on her nose. She was almost inviting Zach to look down her top at her bountiful cleavage.

She sensed he was great, too.

He didn’t, of course. Zach was too noble to do something as tawdry as ogling a woman. Not me. I stared at that cleavage. She was such a hot woman. I wanted to eat her pussy while my brother fucked me from behind.

There was another thing I wanted that the Bible said was bad.

I was a girl filled with sins. They were bursting out of me. I wanted something to change. I ached to share women with my brother. Even that uptight Susannah that fawned over him. The one everyone at church thought would be his wife.

She had big boobs, too. She was developing like her mother, Mrs. Augustine. It was so unfair. I had little boobs. They were cute tits. I sighed, glancing at the librarian. She was beautiful. I would love for her to give a private lesson on anything.

Like cunnilingus. She could eat my pussy.

“You won’t find power in there,” a man said.

I blinked and looked up to see a suave man with dark hair. Like he was from the French Riviera or something. He smiled at me. It was dazzling. A primal wave of heat rushed out of my pussy. I had never found another man besides my brother attractive, but...

“I’m sorry?” I said, shaking my head.

“That’s what you crave, yes?” he asked, pulling the bible from me. “This book is all about giving up power to God. Sacrificing your potential so that you can be limited by His narrow view. You will never get what you crave by cutting yourself off from power.”

I swallowed.

“‘For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil,’” he said.

“What?”

“Genesis, Chapter Three, Verse Five. The King James Version. I always enjoyed the poetry of it. Not so cold as the ESV or NASB, wouldn’t you agree?” He tapped the top of my bible. It was an ESV. “You understand, yes? God did not want Adam and Eve to eat from the Tree of Knowledge because then they would be like him. That is still the case today.”

“They didn’t become like god. They sinned and were cast out. Evil entered the world because of Adam’s sin.”

He smiled. “But Evil was already in the world. ‘And his tail drew the third part of the stars of heaven, and did cast them to the earth.’ Revelations, Chapter Twelve, Verse Four. A third of the angels rebelled against the Lord in the beginning. The Serpent in the Garden was their leader. He goes by many names.”

“Satan.”

“A pejorative. I prefer Lucifer. Light-bringer. Helel ben Shahar. The Brilliant one, Lord of the Morning. He and those other stars who fell wish to free us from the shackles of the Lord. To give us power.” He smiled and leaned closer to me. “You want power to help your brother.”

A shiver raced through me. Who was this man? “How do you know that?”

“Your brother has a destiny. He may become a great man if he can withstand his trials. If he has a sister who can help him. A sister with power.”

“What sort of power?”

“To manifest her will upon reality to seize what she needs. Good. Evil. These are the shackles that bind us from true power.” He glanced at the librarian, Mrs. Stein. “You lust for her?”

My heart beat faster. “N-no. Lesbianism is a sin.”

“There is another shackle cutting you off from power. Do you want her?”

“She’s married.”

“And? Shall we free you from that shackle, too?”

“I mean, she’s not going to want to do things with me just because...” I swallowed. “Even if I wanted her—and I don’t!—she won’t just respond. She would get in trouble. She’d just see me as a kid. I’m fifteen. A student.”

“If you have power, then your will can be manifested upon reality. You can shape this world to be what you crave. Watch.”

I was still so bewildered. Who was this man? How did he know any of this? He strode across the room with such confidence. I squirmed there, finding myself so wet. For him. For Mrs. Stein. For my brother. All these lusts swirled through me. I wanted them all to be real.

Mrs. Stein looked up and said, “Oh, uh, hello? Are you a father of one of the students?”

“I am a traveler,” he said. “A follower of Epicurus seeking new pleasures wherever they abound.” Mrs. Stein laughed in such a whorish way, her back arching as if she was thrusting her tits out at him. Her wedding ring flashed on her left hand. He leaned into her ear and whispered something. She laughed again, her cheeks red.

“Really?” she asked, her voice thick as honey.

He winked at her.

Mrs. Stein glanced at me and shivered. She marched down the counter to the part of the shelf she could lift and enter the library proper. Her big boobs bounced in her low-cut top. She sauntered to me on her heels. She had on a pencil skirt and dark nylons. I loved stockings on a woman.

“Moira,” she purred and cupped my face. “Mmm, he says he’ll fuck me so hard if I do this.”

She kissed me.

I shuddered as the married woman made out with me. It was the first time a woman kissed me. It was just so delicious. Then she shocked me even more by thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I groaned as she did that. It was so wild.

She made out with me with such eager passion. Nothing about hits made any sense. I kissed her back, though, my entire body burning hot. It felt so good to do this. I trembled, my heart pounding. My pussy grew so wet.

I was gushing juices. That was so insane.

I broke the kiss and gasped at the man. “How?”

“I cast a spell,” he said as Mrs. Stein dropped to her knees. “You wanted her. I wanted her. Now we’ll both get what we want. Our will has manifested on the world and made her into our whore.”

“Yes!” Mrs. Stein moaned, her hands pushing up my skirt. I trembled as she exposed my knees. My virgin pussy clenched. “I’ll eat her so good! Just fuck me! Please, please, fuck me like you promised!”

“W-what about your husband?” I gasped.

“He fucks me all the time,” she moaned. “This is my chance to get fucked by him!”

The woman said that with such breathy eagerness. She exposed my panties. Her fingers hooked the fabric. Nothing made any sense, but here I was lifting my hips. Cast a spell. Witchcraft. That was another sin. The occult. It would be opening myself up to demons, but ... but...

I could fuck women. I could fuck my brother. I could help him with his goal if I had power. If witchcraft was this powerful, it would be the perfect thing. I savored that idea as my pussy burned for her to eat me. It would be just amazing. I was so ready for it.

Mrs. Stein buried her face into my snatch. She tongued me. I loved her licking me like that. It felt so good as she did. I trembled, my heart pounding in my chest as she stroked her tongue up and down me. I quivered in delight as she feasted on me. That felt so good. It was just a delight to have her licking at me. She lapped at me with just such passion.

She knew what she was doing to me. I groaned, my face contorting with delight. It was a fantastic time. I loved her doing that to me. She stroked her tongue up and down my flesh as the man grinned. He hiked the woman’s skirt.