Chapter 16

Moira Black

“It is dangerous to meet with this demon-worshiper,” Sable said as we were driving to the rally.

“Are you concerned?” I cooed to my girlfriend.

She shot me a venomous look, her red hair pulled back. She wore a pantsuit that made her look rather sophisticated. Gray slacks and a blazer with a white blouse beneath. Her heels were modest and it was clear she wore pantyhoses.

“Of course I am concerned,” said Sable as my twin brother stretched out on the middle of the limousine.

“Because you looooove my big brother,” I teased.

Her face hardened even more. She was past marble into steel. No, diamond.

“You love my big brother,” I cooed and straddled him. I was naked, my pregnant body painted with symbols of power. “Don’t worry, nothing will happen to the man you love because the cutie you love is going to protect him from any demonic interference.”

“I don’t love either of you,” Sable said coldly.

“Riiiiiight,” I cooed and blew her a kiss.

“Moira, stop teasing her,” said my hunky big brother.

“It’s fun to tease her,” I cooed. “She’s my girlfriend, after all. My lesbian lover. We’re going to have a big, dyke wedding so all the world knows how much she loves me!”

Sable closed her eyes and muttered something.

“Focus,” Zach said and slapped me on the ass.

I giggled at that and grabbed his cock. “Right, right. I’m focused. Just let your witchy little sister protect you from the big, bad governor.”

Zach rolled his eyes.

I plunged my pussy down his dick, purring, “Hecate, let your power swirl around us and guard my big brother from charms!”

My brother groaned as the spell began to hum to life.

I squeezed my cunt around him and slid my snatch up his cock. It was so good to do that. I loved the feel of his big dick in my pussy. I wiggled my hips back and forth, stirring myself around him. It was fabulous.

I plunged back down him. I took him to the hilt, groaning in delight at that. It was such a wonderful treat. I slid back up him, groaning as I did. He growled his pleasure as I reached the peak of his cock.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” I moaned and plunged my cunt down his cock. “That’s it! So good! You’re going to cum so hard, big brother! Just flood me with your jizz.”

Sable watched, her face pale. Unemotional.

I winked at her.

I rode my brother with passion, savoring the thickness of his cock. It was a beautiful moment to ride him. I plunged my cunt down his rod and slid back up him. He groaned as I did that. I would make him explode in my pregnant pussy.

I wanted to touch my pregnant stomach, but I couldn’t. It would smear the symbols. My brother folded his hands behind his head probably for the same reasons. I groaned, my boobs jiggling as I rode him. My belly heaved.

My pussy massaged his cock. I loved every inch of his dick. I worked up and down him, squeezing my twat around him. I would just cum so hard on him. He would enjoy that. I would have all his cum spurting into my pussy.

Just an amazing moment.

He groaned as I plunged own him. I gasped, bouncing on him with all that I had. It was a beautiful thing. My eyes rolled back in my head as I rode him faster and faster. The need to cum built and built in me.

The need to have an amazing climax.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I squealed. “I’m going to cum on my big brother’s big dick!”

“Yes,” he growled. “Shit, Moira!”

I smiled down at him, my boobs jiggling. My cunt squeezed about him. I loved this so much. He felt incredible in me. I would just explode on him. I whimpered, rising and rising toward that moment when I would explode.

It would be so awesome to have all that pleasure rushing through me. I groaned, my boobs bouncing with my passion. I plunged down his cock and slid back up him. He groaned each time I did that. He loved it.

My twincestuous orgasm swelled in me.

I loved that word. Twincestuous. It was a beautiful word that described the love only my big brother and I could share. I squeezed my cunt around his dick as I plunged down him. I slid back up him, shuddering at his pleasure.

“Shit,” he groaned.

“That’s right,” I moaned. “You’re going to just go wild in your sexy twin sister’s cunt.”

“So wild,” he grunted.

I winked down at him and plunged my cunt down his dick. I worked back up him, massaging him. I was hurtling toward that moment when I would cum. I shuddered at that feeling. My pussy massaged him. I melted around him.

It was so glorious.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped as I plunged down his dick. “Big brother!”

I came so hard.

My pussy writhed around his cock. I spasmed about him, my body shuddering through such rapture. It was incredible to have all that pleasure washing through me. My pussy convulsed around his dick. I moaned out loud.

“Big brother!” I whimpered.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he growled. “That’s so good. You’re amazing. Just so amazing! Fuck!”

He erupted.

He flooded my pregnant pussy with my potent seed. The offering was received. Hecate’s power shot through me. The symbols on my body burst into smoke and swirled around my big brother. He breathed in the protective spell.

The glamour that would keep him free from curses and hexes.

“Yes,” I gasped as Hecate, Goddess of Witchcraft, flowed through me. “Hecate!”

My rapture swept through me as my big brother pumped his cum into my pussy. He filled me up with all his spunk. It was so incredible. I loved every second of this ecstasy surging through me. I groaned, tossing my head.

My brother pumped more and more blasts of cum into my pussy. He filled me up with his cum. I just savored all that spunk pumping into my twat. It was glorious. With a groan, he erupted one last time into my snatch.

“There,” I purred, smiling down at him. “You’re protected.” “Good,” he said, grinning up at me.

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Alanna helped dress me in the back of the limo. I wore one of the suits my genie, Unthaa, had prepared.

It felt perfectly. Sable nodded her approval. Her clothes were also made by Unthaa, just delivered by the genie. She still ran her tattoo parlor. I wanted to keep the distance between us. She was something in my back pocket.

My sister remained naked. She wasn’t going to come out. I didn’t want to bring Mom or Susannah to this—Mom was too far along, plus she and Susannah could be targeted by malicious spells. In a week or two, Mom would be giving birth to our daughter.

Moira wasn’t too far along after them.

Ms. Denise, the chauffeur, wore a more subdued chauffeur’s outfit given the setting. There were also several plain-clothes bodyguards already on the scene. Detective Carson was here overseeing them. More overt cops not under my direct control, but serving the sheriff, provided general security.

I headed around the back where Mayor White was with the governor. Christine Locke turned and smiled at me. She was a dazzling MILF in a low-cut blouse and long skirt. She dressed more femininely than any politician I had seen.

Almost motherly. Definitely MILFy with those large tits on display.

“Zach,” she said. “You go by Zach, right. Not Lewis.”

“Yeah,” I said, thrusting out my hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait to get to know you better,” she said, winking at me. “Shall I introduce you today?”

“I would love that, Governor.”

“Christie,” she said. “Call me Christie. We don’t need to be formal if we’re going to be friends, Zach.”

I grinned at her. “I hope we’ll be intimate friends.”

She laughed and winked at me. I felt something warm wash over me. Nisha sucked in a breath and nodded. She definitely tried to put some sort of spell on me. She didn’t know it hadn’t worked, though. I grinned at her.

I should be smitten, no?

She glanced at the clock, “Well, it looks like it’s time.”

She moved from me and swayed out onto the stage. She had a great ass. Mayor White glanced at me. She would be loyal because of the magics I put on her. Nisha watched the governor take the stage. Cheers erupted as the people realized who it was.

“I know, I know,” she said. “Surprise, your governor is here. And how could I not be when there is a young man in our community who is so passionate about making Washington a safer place?”

The crowds cheered again.

She drank it in. She wasn’t faking how much she enjoyed standing before the audience and bathing in their adoration. Not this one. She lived for this. It was so clear that it was in her blood. She waved at everyone.