Font of Fertility Ch. 06

"Wow is right," she said huskily, then turned to Lindsey with her eyebrows raised. "Damn."

Lindsey grinned and tapped her wrist signalling we should speed it up.

Angela dropped to her knees and unzipped me, fishing around in my pants without even unbuckling my belt. "Double damn," she said, pulling my dick out as it hardened in her hands. She immediately took it into her mouth, bobbing up and down and swirling her tongue, quickly getting me hard and wet with her spit. She stopped long enough to look over to Lindsey again, her voice teasing, "You going to help or what, slut?"

"I'm just here to watch."

"Wow, you really are even more kinky than before," Angela grinned, then slurped me back into her mouth for another minute before standing and turning. She grabbed onto the wooden brace of a big cutout pumpkin, arched her back and used her other hand to pull the crotch of her thong to the side. "Alright, Jeremiah. Get that big dick in me."

I took her hip in one hand and got myself lined up, rubbing up and down a few times to make sure my head had some of her juices for lube. "Hurry up," she growled, "I said fuck m-"

I speared her and she went quiet except for a sharp hiccup of breath. I slowly stroked her a few times, feeling her pussy grip and stretch around me, then started a quick, even stroke. That energy was still there but it felt very odd now, reminding me of something else.

"Oh, shit," she grunted and looked over at Lindsey. "God damn, girl."

Lindsey smirked and unbuckled her own belt, sliding one hand into her pants demurely. "Mhmmm."

I picked up my thrusting into Angela, watching her black braid leap across her back as I pounded into her. That was when I cut the spell because I realized what was happening; that oddly familiar taste coming from my pool of power was like Annalise, and I was building into a burn. I surprised Angela by pulling out suddenly, but even as she was turning to see what was the matter I dropped to my knees, grabbed her little ass with both hands and spread her open, burying my face into the crack and driving my tongue into her cunt while I focused on cutting off the spell and putting a mental shield around the fireworks in my head, stopping the fire-touched power from leaking out during sex with a stranger.

"Hngha," Angela gasped, one hand reaching back and grabbing my hair roughly. "Fucking- what the fuck wow. Ok, fuck, wow so- Yeah right like that." I drove my tongue in and out quickly, pausing briefly to swipe firmly over her lips and clit before going back to tongue fucking her.

"Can I borrow him, like, for more than a quickie?" Angela asked Lindsey, who laughed quietly.

"Probably, gotta ask my sister though."

"What?"

"We're sort of both seeing him, but she's his girlfriend proper like."

"Uuunngh, OK. That's sort of- oh shit, fuck- weird, but yeah, OK I get it."

I pulled back and gave one of her butt cheeks a nip with my teeth before standing and quickly sliding my dick back into her now swampy snatch. She groaned loudly, then clapped one hand over her mouth. As I started thrusting I grabbed her other arm and made her let go of the wooden support, stepping us away as I held it behind her back. With my other hand I took a hold on her long braid and wrapped it around my fist a few times until I was gripping the whole thing to the base.

I fucked her hard, pulling her back into me by her hair and arm as her torso hung in mid air and she stifled a series of shrieks. Lindsey, meanwhile, was leaning back against the wall near the door with one hand in her pants obviously playing with herself, a look of concentration on her face. "You have like six minutes," she called breathily.

"Nope, she'll still need to clean herself up."

Angela nodded mutely as I rocked her body.

Letting go of her arm, I wrapped my now empty hand around her bare torso and pulled her upright and began suckling on her neck while I thrust with short strokes at the more awkward angle.

"Hnga, hnga, hnga," she squeaked in her throat, and I bit lightly where I had sucked hard, leaving a hickey. "MMmmfuuuuuuuuck," she groaned out, her hand tightening into a fist and no longer covering her mouth as she came on my dick.

I kept stroking, my own orgasm boiling, just thankfully not literally - the fire inside me was still safely contained even if it was giving a push against the shield I had put up. "I'm gonna come," I grunted into her ear.

"Not- can't in me. Too messy. Come in my mouth."

I let her go and spun her around and Angela immediately dropped to her knees, inhaling my dick. Two thrusts in her mouth and I started coming hard, but the raven haired minx took it gamely, swallowing every shot quickly.

By the time I staggered back from her, still semi-hard, Angela was already standing back up. "Is he like that every time?" she asked Lindsey sloppily. Angela got to her feet and crossed to Lindsey, kissing her lightly, "That was very Wow. Thanks."

She then crossed back to me, "And you, you fucking rockstar." She kissed me hard, her tongue shoving into my mouth for a brief moment before she went back over to her clothes. I sort of just leaned against some decoration or other, catching my breath and watching the sleek girl as she walked around in her sexy, slightly askew underwear.

Angela fished her phone out of her broad, stylish wallet and tossed it to Lindsey, who already had her pants done back up. "Give me Lauren's number, and Jeremiah here. I'll call your sis tonight if you could give her a heads up?" Lindsey nodded, already typing into the phone. Angela already had her blouse on but unbuttoned when she looked back to me. "And you. Um, I know you've probably got plenty going on if Lauren is anything like her sister, but uh... I'm probably gonna give you a booty call. And I might be super drunk. Is that ok?"

"Sure," I said. I don't think I could have turned her down if I had wanted to. Angela might be a retail clerk and community college student, but she was still fucking hot and had been a power chick when she graduated from our high school. There would always be a piece of me excited to fuck her.

"Sweet," she said, stepping back into her skirt and pulling it up around her waist. "Um, well, thanks."

"My pleasure," I coughed, still a little light headed from the whole experience.

"No, it was definitely mine." She got her phone from Lindsey. "You, uh, might want to get the trouser snake stowed before we head back out."

Once Lindsey and I were back in the car, having left Angela at the clothing store she worked at, I just sat and didn't put the key in the ignition.

"OK, what the fuck just happened?" I asked.

She snickered, "You got some hot booty and I got to watch a great show."

"Yeah, I got that part, but how the fuck did that come about?"

"I told you she wanted to fuck you."

I gave her a false glare, "Come on, it doesn't go from 'she wants your body' to us fucking in a back storage room with you watching and everyone is hunkey dorey."

Lindsey sighed, "OK, so Angela and I had a bit of a thing in high school. We were each other's first girls. Y'know, the whole 'experimentation phase.' We know each other pretty well."

I nodded, leaning my head back. "That makes sense I guess."

"And you're not about to complain."

"No, I'm not."

Lindsey laughed into the comfortable silence between us and I looked over at her. "You left a huge hickey on her neck," she explained. "She probably didn't even know, she's lucky that blouse covered it up. Gonna get a big surprise when she looks in a mirror at home."

I laughed too, remembering how I had gone a little over the top there. I hadn't done anything like that with Lauren or Lindsey, or even Annalise.

"It was kinda hot though, like you marked her as your territory. Not that you need to do that to me," she laughed, holding up her hands defensively.

"Never," I grinned and winked.

I dropped her off where I had picked her up and she left me with the brown paper bag from the lingerie store stuffed into a white unmarked bag from one of her other purchases to hide the contents.

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"What's up?"

I jerked my head, Stacey's voice waking me up from my dozing on the living room sofa. I'd made it home in time for dinner, dodging my mom's requests to know what I had bought Lauren by stuffing myself. The hot food, my extraneous activity over the past few days and the quiet of the house when my parents went down to the basement had me out like a light.

"Mm-what?"

"I asked what's up." She pushed my legs out of the way and sat down on the couch next to me.

"Umm," I said, then yawned. "Nothing, just tired I guess."

"I've been thinking about our- yeah."

I sat up fully, trying to get my head clear. "OK," I said noncommittally. If there was one person I should have been paying more attention to rather than less, it was Stacey. The first time we had fooled around she'd started crying afterwards and I'd manipulated her memory; sure things had gotten better since then and I'd reversed what I did, but still. She of all the girls in my sphere of influence was the only one who was actually my family.

"I think I want to go further. Like all the way."

I raised my eyebrows, "OK."

"I mean, I know it's wrong. But after the last time we- yeah. After the last time I haven't really stopped thinking about it. I feel like I'm some fourteen year old boy, I've had sex on the brain for days. And it's almost always with you. I didn't even want to flirt with the hot guys at the gym today. And it's your stupid fault." She hit me on the arm and I had no idea why she was suddenly upset.

"I didn't say anything when you got home from your friends cause I thought maybe seeing you would change my mind, but then you went out again and I got fucking jealous as shit that you were going out of your way to get Lauren something nice and I couldn't be that girl."

Uh-oh, I thought. Stage four clinger.

"But then I realized it wasn't that I was jealous of that, it was that I felt like I was in handcuffs or something. I want to do stuff like that for you too, but we've never been those sort of siblings before so it would be weird. I think I want... It's fucking weird but I want to try and be with you, but then there's Lauren and I feel totally guilty about that, and then I realize I should be more guilty about the fact that we're brother and sister-"

I kissed her to make her shut up. Stacey had never been great with her feelings and this might have been the third time in my entire life I'd heard her try and describe her state of mind. Shrek said it best; layers like an onion.

She kissed me back immediately but I kept it short since we were already dancing on thin ice talking about this with our parents in the house.

"Stace, I love you too."

She smiled and blushed and I pulled her to me in a hug. Much more brotherly, even if I was more focused on her rock hard nipples pushing into my chest than anything else.

"I want to do this," I said quietly, less distraught than she had been feeling once she got going. "But you need to know I'm in love with Lauren, too. There's, well it's hard to explain. There's some stuff going on, but if you really do want this to happen you're going to need to talk to her, OK?"

Stacey cocked her head, "I don't think- Are you saying she might be OK with... us?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "Like I said, it's hard to explain like this and honestly I'm really tired and not really thinking straight right now. Just trust me, we'll talk to Lauren together. You might be surprised by her."

Stacey's brow was furrowed in confusion but she nodded her ascent, "OK. I... well I trust you. And I love you too."

She kissed me lightly, just a little over the line from sisterly, and stood up. "Maybe we can do that tomorrow. Christmas Eve, we'll be at their house for dinner like always."

"Yeah," I said. "Tomorrow."

Stacey left me sitting on the couch, trying to blink away my exhaustion. It didn't work.

I slept like the dead.

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Driving down the long dirt road to home felt different. At any other point in my life I'm sure it would have been the sex; but right now it was something else. The air streaming in from the open window of my beat up old truck smelled sweeter. The New Mexico heat didn't feel oppressive. Even my old house looked nicer, clean and homely.

Alright, so maybe some of it was the sex. I've dealt with post-orgasm bliss, so maybe the sheer number of orgasms had to do with how long this particular bliss was lasting. Not that it was helping the ache.

Jeremiah fucked me way past what I had ever experienced before. Fuck, I thought to myself, he's just in high school though. And he's taken. That didn't stop me from wanting to fuck him again. Lauren too.

I'd never been into chicks growing up, but with her it had been sexy and fun and everything 'experimenting' was supposed to be. Call me a scientist, but I should apply for a government grant for all the experimenting I could do with her.

Pulling my truck up next to my mom's sedan, I hopped out and swiped a finger across the window, a streak of grime coming away. Dirt and dust was a fact of life out in the desert, but it didn't look like she'd run any errands for a few days.

I jogged up the porch stairs and walked right in, the door unlocked. "Mum, I'm home. Maya," I called, kicking off my shoes at the door. "It's me, Annalise."

Nothing. The lights were all out, it was like the house was empty. Silence.

"Hello?" I called again with a little more trepidation. Jeremiah had made his decision, the Proclamation meant everything should be better. It was supposed to be fixed.

A metallic clank echoed dully through an open window. It came from the greenhouses behind the house. My father's greenhouses.

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