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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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At last, the foul Sisters of Mary Magdalene struck again. They had not learned their lessons. Samantha, the holy sister of our God, was their weapon. Warded with unholy rites, she was a serpent sent to nestle in the bosom or our Gods.

—The Gospel of April 21:53

Sunday, June 16th, 2013 – Chantelle Paquet-Holub – Seattle, WA

Lana sat down at the table of the Starbuzz coffee, a pair of steaming cups in hand. I took one from her and greedily drank down my vanilla latte. “Oh, I needed that.”

Lana smiled. Her round, Slavic face, framed by her blonde hair, was so beautiful this morning. She made me itch to summon my cock and fuck her. That’s mostly what we had done so far this weekend. We had nothing else to do while we waited for our meeting with Babylon.

“I hope she’s not late,” Lana smiled. “I’m eager to break in the bed at our new hotel.”

This morning, we had left Port Orchard. Mark knew we were staying there on our Honeymoon. He was growing more dangerous. Lilith, the goddess who set us free from Mark and Mary’s enslavement, watched those monsters and kept us informed on their doings. Mark now had a bodyguard of female cops he forced to dress like sluts.

The pig.

Mark and Mary would come looking for us when they realized we were free of their control. Neither Lana or I would go back. We would be no man’s slave again. My skin crawled just remembering having sex with Mark. Disgusting.

That was why today’s meeting was so important. Babylon and her coven would be the first worshipers of Lilith. We planned on revealing the Goddess to them at the Summer Solstice this Friday, assuming Babylon, the coven leader, didn’t think we were charlatans.

Lilith could manifest before Babylon right now, but she understood showmanship. Lana and I were both strippers. Presentation went a long away. Even a moderately attractive girl would bring down the house if she had great presentation on stage.

Recruiting the coven was the first step in destroying Mark Glassner and reshaping the world into something better.

A blonde woman in her forties strode in. She was in great shape, dressed in a tight pair of yoga pants and a gray shirt. Around her neck dangled a crystal that went from light violet at the bottom to the darkest purple at the top.

“Babylon,” I smiled and waved.

She smiled back. “Let me order, and I’ll join you.”

“What do you think?” Lana asked with a whisper.

“She seems fine,” I shrugged. “And she’s a woman.”

Babylon’s coven were not fans of men. They seemed to be all lesbians, and that was perfect. Lilith promised us a world without men. She could gift women with cocks. We could reproduce without any brutish men around.

The world would be paradise.

Babylon walked up with her coffee cup. “Sorry I’m a mess. I just came from yoga and meditation.”

“Of course,” I smiled. “We are so happy you could meet with us.”

Babylon grasped both our hands. “You two have an energy about you. I can feel it. You will show us something amazing.”

“We will,” Lana nodded. “Lilith. The Goddess will appear and grant each of us gifts.”

“Wow,” Babylon nodded. “And do you mean an actual, corporeal manifestation, summoning her image, or are you talking about channeling her.”

“She will appear in the flesh.”

Babylon had a moment of doubt flash across her face. Then her smile reappeared. “Tell me more about Lilith.”

“She wants a world of only women,” Lana said, her face expressive with awe for our Goddess. I reached over and took her hand as she spoke. Babylon nodded. The woman was interested. She didn’t believe we could summon Lilith, but she wanted to.

And that was good enough until Friday.

* * *

Mark Glassner – SeaTac, WA

I yawned.

Mary and I waited at the carousel for Rainier Airlines flight 2269. It was supposed to be in at 1:35 PM, but it was already closer to three and still the plane hadn’t landed. I stiffed another yawn and rubbed my eyes, staring up at the Arrival Board, hoping for a change in the status of Antsy’s plane.

Nope, still delayed.

My eyes were sand. I didn’t sleep well last night. After my mom was taken away by Jessica, I tried to sleep, but I was haunted by bad dreams. I was always looking for my dad, but I always arrived too late to find him. I would be terrified that I missed him and would wake up in a cold sweat. Sometimes, I would be crying, others I would be filled with such profound anger I wanted to pound my fists against something, anything.

Every time, Mary was there to hold me, to calm me down. She never complained, never even gave me a dirty look that I was keeping her from sleep. All she gave me was compassion and understanding. Come morning, my mom looked just as haggard as I felt. I found her sitting in the kitchen, chatting with the sluts, and sipping a cup of coffee when Mary and I came downstairs.

“I don’t understand how you got your powers,” she had finally said after staring at me for a minute. “But, I think I understand why you do it.” A flush crept down her face, and she glanced at Jessica who sat listlessly, sipping her coffee. I wonder if she and my mother had sleep at all. “It’s intoxicating, being in control.”

I nodded. “Especially if you haven’t been in control your entire life.”

“Yes, thank you.” She took a sip of her coffee. “I need to go. I have to think, but I understand.”

“Antsy flying in today, she’ll want to see you,” I told her.

“I’ll be at home,” Mom answered.

“There’s a house available just down the street. We own it. Mary and I would love it if you moved in.” Then I could protect my family.

“Maybe,” she said tiredly. I had a pair of bodyguards drive her home.

Mary and I headed to the airport, arriving about twenty minutes before Antsy’s flight was supposed to arrive. 01 and 09 were our bodyguards, driving 01’s State Patrol car. And then we waited. And waited. Sitting on those fucking uncomfortable seats.

Mary’s phone rang and she started. A sigh escaped her lips as she glanced at the caller ID. “Hi, Alice.”

I couldn’t hear the other end of the phone call.

“I know, I forgot. I’m sorry, Alice.”

Alice as Mary’s friend, or I should say Mary’s friend with benefits since all they seemed to do is get together at a motel and have sex. I didn’t trust Alice. When I met her on Thursday, it was quite clear she was in love with Mary.

“Listen, Alice, calm down, okay. Mark’s dad died last night, okay. I needed to be here for him.” She paused, listening to Alice. “I know, we’ll get together soon, okay. I promise.”

Mary hung up and leaned against my shoulder.

“How late is this plane?” I grumbled.

“Well, I guess not even you can make a flight be on time,” Mary joked.

I sighed. “Wouldn’t that be nice.”

“Uh-huh.”

I put my arm over her as I yawned again.

I had been sitting on this plastic chair for far too long. I was too tired to even muster the energy to find a pretty girl and fucker, which was a better way to pass the time. Or maybe that was just the excuse. My dad was dead and everything seemed a little less beautiful this morning. I barely was able to muster the energy to make love to Mary this morning.

Even my fiancee was exhausted as she dozed against me. I leaned back and closed my eyes.

* * *

Samantha “Antsy” Glassner

My eyes were sandy as I stumbled off the plane. I still had trouble believing Dad was dead. He was an asshole, sure, but he was my daddy. Tears burned my eyes. I squeezed them shut and fought against the urge to cry.

I had been flying all day. Mark had gotten me a direct flight to Seattle. That had been nice, but it had also been cramped on the plane. My legs felt like they were putty. I stumbled through SeaTac airport, heading to the baggage claim where my useless brother would be waiting.

I didn’t know what to think of Mark. Right as I was leaving for Miami, all the news broke about him being a terrorist and a bank robber. I just couldn’t believe it. My brother was a fuckup. He barely cared in high school and never bothered with college.

Imagine my surprise when I saw him sleeping on the bench in the baggage claim with a pretty woman cuddled against him. I almost did a double-take. Last time I saw my brother, he was overweight and looked like a pigsty. Today, his hair was neater and his clothes were actually descent—probably the girl’s work. Even more amazing, he had lost weight and was looking…attractive.

No, he looked more than attractive. A wave of lust went through me. What the fuck was that? He was my brother. Ever since yesterday morning, I had this overwhelming urge to find the person that would…complete me.

It sounded like bullshit, but it consumed me. I had sex with three guys and even a woman yesterday, and none of them fulfilled me. They made me cum. I even enjoyed it, but I was left wanting more. When I looked at my brother…

No. That was not happening. This had to be crazy grief syndrome messing with my head. I would not sleep with my disgusting brother.

I marched over to him and shook his shoulder. “Hey, bro.”

Mark opened his eyes and blinked up at me. He sat up and rub the sleep from his eyes. The woman cuddled up beside him stirred, her green eyes opening. She had auburn hair and was pretty cute. Did I just think that? I had one bisexual experience with Theodora, and now I was drooling over my brother’s girlfriend.

I was a freak.

“Hey, Antsy,” Mark groaned, using the nickname Dad coined for me when I was a kid.

“Who’s the hottie?” I asked, trying to sound chipper. “Did you finally trick a girl into going out with you?”

The woman sat up and blushed as she wiped drool from the corners of her mouth. Damn, she was more than cute. She was breathtaking.

“This is Mary, my fiancee,” Mark answered. “Mary this is annoying, little Antsy.”

My smile grew, and I no longer had to fake my enthusiasm for my brother’s fiancee. “Wow, how good in the sack is my brother to snag you? You’re gorgeous.”

I wouldn’t mind finding out just how good he was.

“Thanks,” Mary smiled as she rubbed sleep out of her eyes. “He’s amazing in the sack.”

“So…” My words died and my smile faded. “Dad’s dead?”

“Yeah,” Mark answered

A wave of grief rippled through me. Mark seized me in a hug. I hadn’t remember the last time I hugged my brother. I clung to him, burying my face into his shoulder as I trembled like a little girl in his arms. I sobbed until I cried out all my tears. Mark held me like an older brother should, rocking me until my sorrow passed

“H-how?” I finally asked. I looked up at his eyes. “You didn’t say on the phone.”

“Mom shot him,” Mark answered. I wasn’t surprised. “He was…you know.”

“Yeah,” I sighed bitterly. “God, why didn’t she just leave him?”

I shrugged. “There’s more, she was with…someone when Dad found her and…”

“Betty, right?” Antsy asked.

I blinked. “No, no, she was having an affair.”

Antsy nodded. “Yeah, with Betty.”

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Mark Glassner

I stared at my sister in disbelief. Despite her face stained with tears, she looked like a younger version of Mom, but with black hair falling loose about her shoulders and a low-cut halter top Mom would never wear.

“What?” I gaped at my sister. My mom and Betty. I was flabbergasted. No wonder my mom took to flirting with Mary so easily.

“Yeah, I caught them a year ago,” Antsy smiled. “Mom was mortified, but I was just thrilled that she found someone. I tried to urge her to leave Dad.” Antsy shrugged. “But Mom was ashamed of being gay. You know Mom, church twice a week.”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

We gathered Antsy’s luggage and headed to my Mustang. We talked the whole drive to South Hill. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw my sister. Maybe it had been her graduation from High School a few years ago. Dad had been around that day, so I left pretty quickly.

We shared stories about Dad, remembering the few good times we had with him. And as much as I hated him, I realized there was still a part of me that wanted to be that little boy getting patted on the head by my dad and being told what a good son I was.

“Where are we?” Antsy asked when I pulled into my driveway.

“Our home,” Mary answered.

“What’s up with the cop?” Antsy asked. 24 was parked in front of the house in her Bonny Lake patrol car.

“Our bodyguard,” I told her. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, sure,” Antsy nodded as my commands took hold. Unlike my mom, Antsy couldn’t resist my powers.

Inside the house, Antsy gaped at the parade of naked and half-naked sluts. “Wow, bro, I heard about the orgy at the Buy Best. I guess it was true.”

“Yeah,” I grinned. That had been my first day with my powers.

Violet walked up naked to my sister and hugged Antsy. “I’m so sorry about your dad.”

Antsy stood frozen. “Mark, who are all these women? Are you a pimp?”

“These are our sex slaves,” I said. “It’s perfectly normal to have sex slaves. Right, Antsy?”

The command sank in. “Oh, of course, bro. I’m just so jet-lagged.” She giggled. “I don’t know why I thought it was weird.”

“Let’s go upstairs,” I grinned, my cock growing hard. I needed to fuck my sister so I could see auras the way Mary could.

“Have fun,” Mary purred, staying behind. Just like on Friday night when Mary and her sisters slipped upstairs without me, I wanted Antsy to myself first.

“This is quite the house, Mark,” Antsy said as I pulled her closer. She swallowed as we walked down the hall. She glanced at me, a nervous gleam entering her eyes. And there was something else. She pressed herself against me.

“Wait until you see the bedroom,” I answered.

Antsy nodded and took a deep breath.

My cock throbbed hard as we entered the bedroom. I was about to fuck my little sister. She was no longer the gangly youth that annoyed me. A beautiful woman had somehow grown from that bratty child. So lovely. A younger version of mom with bigger breasts.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you, Antsy?”

“I do,” she whispered, flushing. “It’s so wrong, but I do. I feel this great need for you, bro. I…I know it’s wrong, but I can’t fight it.”

“It’s never wrong to fuck someone you love,” I commanded.

The guilt fled her face and a big smile appeared. She ripped off her top, revealing a sheer, red bra beneath, nipples dark shadows through the fabric. “Then let’s fuck. I am horny for you, bro.”

“Me, too, little sis,” I grinned as I ripped off my shirt.

Antsy wiggled out of her skinny jeans, sliding then down her slim thighs. Her panties were a matching, sheer red, the smooth lips of her cunt just visible through the fabric.

“What about your fiancee?” Antsy asked as her bra came off. Her breasts were large, round and perky.

“She’ll be joining us later.”

Antsy smiled. “I don’t know what it is about her. I’m not a lesbian, but I’d be gay for her.”

“Mary has that effect on women.”

I peeled down my boxers and my hard cock popped out. My sister looked her lips as she stared at my dick, then quickly shoved her panties down her thighs and revealed her juicy pussy. Antsy fell back on the bed, rubbing a hand across her stomach.

She spread her legs, showing off her tight, wet slit, her vulva flushed and excited. “God, I’m so horny for you, bro!”

“Me, too,” I growled. I crawled onto the bed and seized her legs. “I’m going to devour you.”

“Eat my pussy, bro,” she shuddered.

I inhaled her tart, spicy aroma. My mouth watered for my little sister’s taboo pussy. I dug a tongue through her groove, delighting in her flavor. Her legs twitched as pleasure rolled through her. I spread her pussy lips open, revealing the moist, pink flesh and lapped at her cunt. I explored her wrinkled folds, licking everywhere.

I wanted to devour her. I wanted to make her explode. I needed to smear her pussy juices across my eyes and cast the Mowdah spell. Then I would be able to see auras and recognize a nun. My tongue slipped through her folds.

Her hips humped. “Yes, yes. Eat my pussy, big bro. Shit, you’re good at giving head. Damn, if only I knew.”

“I love pussy,” I grinned before diving back down between her legs.

I pressed my lips into her juicy folds, nuzzling every part of her I could get. I pushed one finger into her depths as I licked up to her clit. I circled her little nub, bringing loud gasps from my little sister’s lips as the pleasure shot through her.

“Damn, Mark,” she groaned.

I fucked my finger faster and faster inside of her as I sucked and nibbled at her clit. The bed creaked as Antsy bucked on it. Her fingers seized her nipples, tugging on them as she smeared her hot flesh against me.

I fucked a second finger into my little sister’s hot depths. Her hips rose from the bed and her pussy clenched down on my fingers. Her moans filled the room. Her thighs spasmed as I sucked and nibbled on her clit.

“Wow, bro,” Antsy moaned. “Keep doing that. Fuck, I can’t believe how hot this is! Crap, I’m going to cum already!”

“Do it,” I growled.

“Yes, big bro,” she moaned.

My little sister came on my lips. Her juices flooded my mouth and coated my cheeks as her thighs tightened on my head. Her breasts jiggled as she heaved and bucked. She tossed her head back and forth as the pleasure crested through her.

“Fuck, Mark,” Antsy gasped as she flopped back on the bed. “You are fucking the best pussy licker.”

I grinned and pulled my fingers from her pussy. They glistened. I rubbed them across my eyes and muttered, “Mowdah.”

Energy tingled across my eyelids. A faint, black outline sprang up around my little sister, just like Mary described. According to Mary, most people had silver auras. But all of our sex slaves and bodyguards had black auras, and Mary and I had red ones. My sister’s aura was black. Did that mean that people under my mind control power had black auras. I think Karen mentioned that once.

Thralls had black auras and Warlocks red. So what color were nuns? Not silver, black, or red.

But, my cock was hard and I could figure the auras out later. My little sister was wet and ready to be fucked.

“Mmm, I need that cock in me,” Antsy moaned. “You have no idea. I have never needed to be fucked so hard before, big bro. You are just irresistible.”

I grinned at her. “For once, I’ll listen to you. Since you’re not being a brat.”

“I wasn’t that bad,” she giggled as I crawled up her body.

“You were,” I grinned. “But fucking me is a good way to pay me back.”

Antsy pulled me down and kissed me. Her tongue slid around my lips, eager to taste her juices as her hand grasped my cock. Her body writhed beneath me as she guided my dick to the entrance of her dripping hole.

“Fuck me, big bro,” she moaned.

I slammed into my little sister’s hot, taboo depths.

Intense energy erupted between us. It seized us, pulling us together. I held her tight as my cock unloaded blast after blast of cum into my little sister’s body. She bucked beneath us as we were both caught up in the grips of an orgasm.

I never wanted to let her go. I held her as the pleasure burst through me. Her lips found mine. We kissed each other as we were connected. Antsy moaned beneath me, her back arched, pressing her soft breasts against my chest as we kissed.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered to Antsy when the energy left me. She was the most beautiful, perfect, desirable woman I had ever met. What woman could compare to the beauty of my little sister?

None. We were united. We had finally found each other.

“Oh, Mark,” she panted. “You’re the one I’ve been searching for.”

Her hips bucked up to meet my thrusts. I made love to my sister, the most beautiful creature in the world. We were made for each other. Made by Mom and Dad to be perfect lovers. I didn’t need any other woman, just my sweet sister. Her sweet cunt. Her perfect tits. Her beautiful mouth as she gasped in pleasure beneath me.

I don’t know how long we fucked. But we tried every position: doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, standing up, on our sides. I came in every hole she had: her sucking mouth, velvety cunt, and tight ass. We sixty-nined, and I didn’t care her cunt was full of my cum; I was eating my sweet Antsy’s pussy.

Mary walked in naked. I had forgotten all about my fiancee. She couldn’t compare to my sister. Mary had a drab body, small breasts, and her ass was too plump. Even her waxed-bare pussy was wrong, too girlish and unappealing. And that heart she had shaped her pubic hair into. It was so pathetic.

After I had Antsy, Mary no longer seemed beautiful. Hell, how did I ever find Mary beautiful? She pressed up against us, rubbing those ugly tits against my body.

“Can you give us some privacy, Mary?” I asked in annoyance as Antsy turned away from Mary. “We need to comfort each other.”

“Can’t I comfort you?” Mary asked, hurt brimming in her green eyes.

You love her, a voice whispered. Fight.

Fight what?

“No,” I told her, then I tried to take the hurt away from her eyes. “We just need some privacy.” Tell her you love her, the tiny voice whispered. You have to fight. “I…I…love you,” I managed to choke out.

It was the hardest thing I ever said

“Okay,” Mary said, a tear trickling down her face. “I love you too.”

Then she left. Stop her, screamed the voice inside of me. Don’t let Mary go.

I ignored the voice. It felt too good to be fucking my sister without Mary around to ruin the mood. So why did I hurt so much inside? Why did I feel like a piece of my soul was being torn away from me?

But Antsy’s cunt felt too great, too amazing, to listen to that voice, to feel that pain.

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