Chapter 3

“Dad, did you talk to Wendy about pretending to be a witch?” Craig asked his father.

“Um, that discussion didn’t go as planned,” Andrew said carefully. Andrew couldn’t think of a good way to explain that he had either experienced some sort of massive hallucination, or even worse, he had played with Wendy’s tits before eating her pussy. Craig looked a bit confused, and Andrew added, “I can see why she made you uncomfortable though.”

“So, are you going to try talking to her again?”

“I’m not so sure I am son. That ... conversation ... got very strange,” Andrew tried to choose his words very carefully, but he sensed a glimmer of understanding from Craig. He added, “I get the feeling your conversation with Wendy about being a witch was also quite strange.”

“I guess you could say that,” Craig admitted. He didn’t seem to want to let the matter of Wendy and witchcraft drop. “What if we both talked to her at the same time?”

Maybe his son was onto something. If one of them started to act strangely, the other would see that and be able to inform the other. Andrew was still profoundly disturbed by the possibility that he had eaten his own daughter’s pussy. He could still distinctly remember the way her sweet snatch looked, and the exquisite taste of her juices was something he couldn’t quite get out of his head. Surely nothing like that could happen if they were both in the room with Wendy when they confronted her about there not being any such thing as real world witches. Craig was waiting patiently for him to say something, so he gathered his thoughts one final time before agreeing, “OK, son, if it’s bothering you so much, we can both talk to her. Preferably not in the kitchen.” Andrew had added the last part, still skittish about the way Wendy had rubbed an apple over her tits and then up and down her thigh. For some reason, Craig’s face lit up when he added that element to their plan of confronting Wendy. Now Andrew was curious to know if his son had been tempted with an apple like he had, or Wendy had employed some other trick to try to make it seem like she was using magic.

They found Wendy in the living room streaming a show. Andrew asked, “Wendy, can you hit pause so we can all talk?”

“Damn it, Dad. I expected Craig to be dense, but I wasn’t expecting you to need a second lesson.”

“You can’t use weird banana psychology on me this time, sis!” Craig taunted. Well, his son had confirmed at least one thing with that outburst. Wendy hadn’t used an apple to torment her brother. Andrew started to get hard thinking about how Wendy might have made her brother too horny to control himself. Had she rubbed a banana between her big tits egging her impulsive older brother on until he tit fucked his sister? Maybe she had put it in her mouth and sucked on it until Craig whipped out his cock and begged for a blowjob. Andrew found either possibility very erotic, and he was disappointed in himself that he continued to think of Wendy in sexual terms. At least they were in the living room this time.

“Calm down you two,” Andrew said, trying to head off bickering. “Wendy, we’re not the bad guys here. You’re the one insisting that something that can’t possibly be true is a fact.”

Wendy just sighed and got on her hands and knees on the couch. “What are you doing, you little freak?” Craig demanded.

Andrew sighed too; this wasn’t going well. “That’s a fair question, Wendy. What are you doing?”

“You’ve already fallen under my spell once, and so completely that I don’t need a focus to cast another spell on you, big brother,” Wendy answered. Then she started thrusting her tongue against the inside of her cheek, mimicking the way a hard cock might make one bulge if she were sucking on it at an angle.

“I’m not whipping my cock out for you again, sis!”

Andrew groaned internally. He should really be yelling at Craig. There was no excuse for exposing himself to his sister. However, how could Andrew object when he might have eaten Wendy’s pussy? Sure, he kept his dick in his pants, but Wendy had gotten him so excited, he had cum like a fire hose in his boxers. Instead, he was forced to scold his daughter. “Wendy, that’s not appropriate behavior for a serious conversation.” Andrew was feeling dizzy again, like he had when Wendy had tempted him by rubbing an apple on her body in a suggestive fashion. Her obscene display was having an effect on him even though she had declared her target was Craig. His cock was getting harder and harder as he couldn’t help but think about receiving oral sex from Wendy with what she was doing. He had such distinct memories of eating her pussy despite not even knowing if that had really happened.

Frustratingly, Wendy still didn’t answer. Now she had taken one of the couch cushions and had it between her legs and was obscenely humping it. Wendy’s lewd display must have been having as strong an impact on Craig as it was having on him. “Stop acting like you’re sucking on an imaginary dick, Sis!” his son yelled.

Finally, Wendy said something, “So give me a real dick to suck on.”

“Wendy, you can’t offer to suck your brother’s cock. Stop humping that couch cushion this instant!” Andrew was regretting confronting Wendy about being a witch a second time, but he had no idea how he could get the situation back to any semblance of normality.

“Why don’t you give me something else to hump, Daddy?”

“Don’t you mock me, Wendy. I know you only call me Daddy when you’re mocking me.” Andrew finally felt like he was taking a real stand with his daughter, but then Craig ruined everything. He saw his son reach for the zipper of his jeans, and he immediately felt the uncontrollable urge to free his cock as well. Andrew unbuckled his belt and was in the process of getting all the way out of his pants. The way Wendy was positioned on the couch, there was no way he could possibly screw her with his pants bunched up around his ankles. How had this happened? One minute he was telling his daughter to behave, and the next he was getting ready to have sex with her. He fell back to blaming Craig for exposing himself to his sister a second time. If only his boy had kept his dick in his pants, he could have as well.

Then he heard his son say, “Damn sis. One of my exes was way better at giving head than the other two, but you put her to shame. The things you’re doing with your tongue feel better than getting my cock in any of my exes pussies even!” Andrew observed the unthinkable sight of Craig thrusting his hard cock into Wendy’s pretty face and his daughter taking it. She had never gotten along with Craig; why would she let him face fuck her? How was this teaching her big brother a lesson? If anything, she was rewarding him with bliss for not believing she was a witch. Those had to be questions for another time, though. Andrew was so jealous of his son. His cock needed the comfort of Wendy’s sexy body too. She had all but promised him that he could fuck her. He told himself he didn’t really want to have sex with his daughter, but his cock was so hard! He needed to have sex with someone; it was just bad luck that his daughter was the only available target for his surging lust. His memories of how sweet her pussy had tasted convinced him it was the perfect cavern to hold his aching shaft. Andrew also kept telling himself that none of this was his fault; it was Craig’s. Now that his hard cock was out in the open, it was simply impossible to resist the urge to fuck Wendy.