Date: Sat, 18 Jun 2011 15:21:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Elise Olisbos <eliseolisbos@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sympathetic Magic (TG)

Sympathetic Magic
by Elise Olisbos

Copyright 2011 Elise Olisbos. All rights reserved.

Adults Only: this story contains graphic sexual encounters between two or
more people [transgendered people/shemales and females]. If this content
offends you, or you shouldn't be reading this, then do not read.

Story Codes: TG,  Inc, Magic/Fantasy, F, G

Summary: A potion's-maker has to deal with the annoying presence of her
half-sister.

---

"When I said you could come inside the lab and watch me work, as long as
you don't touch anything," Tamsin of Red Hill said sharply to her
half-sister, "I really meant don't touch anything."

Melantha put down the vial of shining purple liquid that she had been
inspecting and wrinkled her nose. "I didn't touch any of your stupid
potions." She looked around, jaw set sullenly. "I thought it would be more
interesting. All you do is chop stuff and mix them together."

"Sorry to disappoint you," Tamsin said dryly. "The work of a potioneer is
long and fruitful, but unfortunately very boring."

As Melantha made another face, Tamsin mentally cursed her father for
marrying again, and having another child when Tamsin was just
fifteen. Then, she cursed her father twice for dying with his second wife
in the recent plagues and leaving this troublesome teenager in her
care. Hadn't his wife a whole bunch of relatives? Why wasn't Melantha sent
to live with them?  Tamsin was barely thirty, and had been happily living
on her own. She had no idea how to care for someone else.

Scratch that; Tamsin was cursing her dearly departed dad three times.

Melantha moved to another long table, poking at the delicate ingredients
that Tamsin had laid out very carefully from this morning. Tamsin frowned;
the ingredients shifted out of the reach of Melantha's meddlesome fingers
under the power of Tamsin's will; using her energy like that was a little
tiring, but she really couldn't stop stirring this particular cauldron
right now.

Instead of looking impressed, as most people would, Melantha
frowned. Tamsin frowned back.  If Melantha wasn't so sour-looking all the
time, she would be fairly pretty. She had the same long, thick black hair
as Tamsin, courtesy of their father, and the same distinct features: heavy
eyebrows, strong jaw and aquiline nose. While Tamsin had inherited the
light-grey shade of eyes from her mother, which was sometimes quite useful
when scaring potential clients into using her potions, Melantha's eyes were
dark, and heavy-lidded.

"You know what's kind of funny?" Melantha now asked, removing the cover
from a small earthenware pot and peering inside.

"Isn't it time for school?" Tamsin wondered aloud and threw a handful of
ambrein crystals inside this bubbling potion. The thick liquid turned
white, and became still, just the result that Tamsin had expected.

Melantha ignored the pointed question, even though she was indeed dressed
in her school-clothes. "You're like, this big potion-witchy type, and all
you brew is stuff for those sex-actors down on the Love-de-Sac."

Tamsin went red at that and hurriedly doused the flame underneath this
current potion before it burned. Melantha was giving her a nasty little
smile.

"You shouldn't be going to those shows," Tamsin lectured. "They shouldn't
let you in, as a matter of fact!"

Melantha shrugged carelessly. "If you have enough money, you can go
anywhere," she said and Tamsin made a mental note to monitor the
substantial inheritance their father had left her.  "Makes me proud,"
Melantha continued in a darker, mocking tone, "when I see those actresses
and actors going at it for so long, I know it's thanks to all these potions
you make."

"Shut up." Tamsin hurriedly bottled her cooled potion, scowling. "Pays the
bills, doesn't it?"

Melantha huffed and went over to a locked cabinet, tapping on the glass
door. "What's this one?" She narrowed her eyes at the woven wire-mesh that
was placed in the glass itself, almost obscuring the view of the small
phials containing a bright blue substance. "And why all the special
protection?"

"It's a very expensive and delicate potion," Tamsin snapped, deftly
spooning the white liquid into freshly sterilised white bottles, packing
them in a wooden box lined with satin for delivery.

"What does it do?"

"None of your business."

"Come on, tell me," Melantha cajoled. "I could get nosy and break in and
probably take it. That would be bad, right?"

Tamsin stared at her incredulously, but Melantha's grin was sharp and
bright and oddly, quite serious.

"Fine." Tamsin placed the last bottle in the wooden box. "Increases the
size and length of the human female clitoral hood and glans, adjusts the
suspensory ligaments to aid in erection and adapts the internal pudendal
artery for the sexual load."

"What?"

"Makes the clit bigger!" Tamsin closed the cover of the box with a little
more force than necessary and hoped that she hadn't broken any of the
glasses. She glowered at Melantha's shocked expression. "Makes it big for
fucking," she said slowly. "Happy now?"

"Why would you make that?" Melantha didn't sound particularly reproaching,
though, despite her hushed tone; she seemed... overly curious.

Tamsin shrugged, and hoped she didn't look too much like Melantha with that
action. "A wealthy client commissioned me to make it. Said she had a pretty
little servant-girl she wanted to get inside."

"Are you serious?"  Melantha went back to gazing at the small phials in
neat rows, locked away behind the secured glass. Tamsin patted her collar
briefly; beneath the high-necked dress, a silver key hung on a slender
length of red cord. The key for that cabinet, in fact.

"Yes, I'm serious."  Tamsin remembered the day the woman and her servant
had come to pick up the potion; the woman, a tall, regal woman with grey
hair piled regally on top of her head, had clutched at the small case that
Tamsin had handed to her, her eyes gleaming in excitement. The servant, who
was indeed very pretty, had flushed as the woman gripped her hand eagerly
and dragged her out of Tamsin's small shop. Tamsin had barely enough time
to to rush out after the woman and give her a list of instructions, so she
wouldn't overdose herself or her servant, if she wanted to go that route.

"It's very strong," Tamsin continued, hefting the box and placing the strap
securely over her shoulder. "But enough of that. Let's go, I'm sure you're
late for school."

"School is stupid," Melantha griped, but she still picked her her own
book-bag and stomped out of the front door that Tamsin held open. "All the
girls there are stupid," she explained after Tamsin locked her shop and
they set off down the road. "Very, very stupid."

"I'm sure you're the pinnacle of brilliance there," Tamsin muttered under
her breath.

"What was that?" Melantha peered at her suspiciously.

"Nothing. Get to school." Tamsin tried to sound like a responsible
caretaker, but Melantha rolled her eyes and ambled down an intersecting
cobblestone road. "And don't go to those shows!" she added loudly.

Melantha only raised one hand and made a very rude gesture. Tamsin wrestled
with the urge to use her will and break that finger; she managed to get
over it, and make her way down to Love-de-Sac.

---

"Good work," Big Martin grinned, his gold tooth glinting, as he took the
new vials from Tamsin and handed her the used ones. He went over to the
desk in his cluttered office and rummaged through, hauling out a leather
pursed stuffed with money. Laboriously, he counted out crushed bills and
heavy bronze coins as Tamsin wrote out a receipt.

"Lorna said the new lubricant makes her pussy itch somethin' fierce," Big
Martin noted as he handed over the money and squinted at the receipt Tamsin
gave to him.

"Tell Lorna that she should stop allowing people to push money up her
snatch," Tamsin said in return and Big Martin laughed loudly. "The metal
and ink will react with the potion, Mart. That fucking nasty bitch."

"I know." Big Martin continued to chuckle, putting his receipt inside a
ledger. "But she's me best girl, ain't she? She'll do just 'bout anything
the crowd wants.  Besides, that's how she gets her tips." He winked at
Tamsin, who sighed.

"Maybe I can make a new one for her, to counteract the itching," she
conceded and Big Martin nodded. "But it'll cost you more."

Big Martin waved a meaty hand dismissively. There was a reason he was
called Big Martin, with his massive frame and jowly face. He had the
soulful brown eyes and expression of a faithful bloodhound; these made
people think he was soft-hearted.

They were always caught off-guard when Big Martin threw them out of his
dark show-house, sometimes two in each hand, for going too far with his
actresses and actors. Granted, most things weren't too far enough, but if a
performer said no, then no it was. Any further, and Big Martin would fling
people out.

"Money's no problem," Big Martin assured her and dropped another
conspiratorial wink. "Sex always sells. Ain't that right, Tam?"

"Thank you for your business, Martin," Tamsin said stiffly, but she
couldn't help a rueful grin for Big Martin's massive smile. She'd known him
for a long time, even from before her mother had died. Tamsin's mother, in
her prime, had been one of Big Martin's best performers. Tamsin had a very
hazy memory of peeping beneath a curtain backstage and watching the
flexible woman under the bright lights, writhing on stage with an
assortment of men and women.

Tamsin pushed the memory of her mother out of her mind and nodded at Big
Martin, leaving his office quickly and making her way though the
still-quiet theatre.  Tonight looked like it would be a leather night, she
noted, seeing the stage set up with restraining belts and cold steel
benches. She wondered idly if Big Martin had enough of the pain and healing
solution she had whipped up recently. He should, she decided and walked out
into the late afternoon sunshine of Love-de-sac.

The whores were already out, nodding at Tamsin as she passed them by on her
way to the exit of the narrow alleyway; Big Martin's Place was at the
dead-end of the cul-de-sac, the older whores idling near that section,
while the newer ones were at the entry of the road. Tamsin knew most of the
established ones by name. She'd know the newer ones soon enough, when they
were informed of her gentle healing potions and the very strong ones that
prevented disease.

"Alright, there, Tam," someone drawled in greeting and Tamsin waved without
taking a look.  Sometimes they offered sex for payment of the potions;
sometimes Tamsin took it. Business was business, after all and the whores
on Love-de-sac knew better than to try cheat her out of her wares. Who
would help them out when they had those large boils erupt on their dicks
and cunts if they did?

All in all, it was a fairly comfortable life, and Tamsin hoped her
half-sister wouldn't go about fucking it all up.

---

Tamsin frowned as she entered her shop and stood for a moment, listening
carefully. There was no noise coming from upstairs, from the large set of
apartments that she lived in (once with her dying mother, then by herself
for about ten glorious years and now with the half-sister that had taken
over her mother's old rooms without even so much as a by-your-leave).

However, there was a soft, shifting sound from the direction of Tamsin's
private labs. She hurriedly went through the doorway that led downstairs,
snapping her fingers to quickly set every single one of the candles and
sconces ablaze, shifting the room from the weak twilight gloom filtering
through the high, narrow windows, to a bright wash of warm yellow
light. The energy it took to do that was like a kick to her chest, but she
breathed deeply for a few moments and regained some of her balance.

She gazed in horror at the cabinet that Melantha had been so inquisitive
over this morning; one of the small doors was standing open. The glass
wasn't broken, she noticed as she walked over, setting down her
carrying-box. The key was still around her neck, how the hell did--

A small moan caught her attention and Tamsin went on tiptoe to peer over
the high table that stood between her and the cabinet. On the other side,
sprawled on the floor, she could just make out Melantha's frame, still clad
in the long, heavy grey uniform that the school insisted on. Her booted
feet were twitching slightly.

Tamsin rushed around, kneeling and grabbing Melantha's shoulders. The girl
moaned and moved weakly, a light blue froth bubbling at her lips.

"Idiot!" Tamsin looked around, closing her eyes briefly at the sight of
three vials lying almost innocently on the floor. "Oh, shit."

She leapt up and raced over to a shelf on the other side of the room,
fingers hovering over the bottles. Tamsin seized a tall one , almost filled
to the brim with a thin red liquid, ignoring the clatter of the other
bottles as they fell.

As soon as she returned to Melantha, she wrestled the heavy girl into a
half-sitting position and pulled open her bottom lip, forcing the liquid
down her throat. It was a general antidote, excellent at cancelling out the
temporary effects of most other potions... but the blue one had been
specially made to physically alter the human body. An overdose could mean a
permanent change.

"Tam... sin?" Melantha groaned when the last of the red potion slid down
her throat. "Ow... hurts..."

"You fucking idiot!"  Tamsin cursed, tossing away the tall bottle and
pressing her hand to Melantha's forehead. "Why did you do something so
stupid?!"

"...because... I could?" Melantha was actually giggling a little. Tamsin
wanted to choke her to death. Stupid, stupid girl. "Ow. Ow, hurts."

"Where," Tamsin asked flatly, even though she had a very good idea of
where. "Where hurts?"

"My crotch." Melantha wriggled and gasped. "Hurts. Burns."

Gritting her teeth, Tamsin adjusted her so that her back was resting
against Tamsin's chest, and began to pull up the coarse material of
Melantha's uniform. It was a shapeless, long dress, with full sleeves and a
wide collar. The ultra-conservative school was the only one of high quality
for miles around. It was really a pity they had failed to drum any common
sense into the girl in the month since she had been there.

A solid lump was formed at the juncture of Melantha's legs; she hissed as
Tamsin continued to drag the uniform up over it.

"Sorry, sorry," Tamsin muttered, not that sorry at all. The black boots,
with shiny gold buckles, went up to the middle of Melantha's long, pale
legs. Tamsin was sure that those weren't school issue. When Tamsin had gone
to that school, all shoes were to be no more than ankle-height.

Her sister was a rebel, obviously. A stupid rebel.

Tamsin rolled the school-dress up to Melantha's waist and sighed in
displeasure; not at the fairly sensible white panties that she had on, but
at the angry red head of an enlarged, aroused clit that was peeking from
underneath the waistband of the underwear.

Melantha's hand went to it immediately, clutching it. "Hurts," she moaned
weakly even as her hips began to thrust; she probably wasn't even aware of
what she was doing. "Tam... Tamsin, help."

"It wouldn't be like this if you weren't so fucking nosy," Tamsin snarled,
but she reached out and brushed Melantha's hand away.  Unceremoniously, she
dragged down the panties, which were quite damp to the touch. For a moment,
Tamsin could only stare.

Melantha's enlarged clit looked very much like a regular dick; the shaft
was long and smooth. but the head wasn't as bulbous. Of course, there were
no balls; Tamsin could still see her vaginal slit. The coarse black pubic
hair was shorn low, and she could clearly make out the glistening pout of
fat wet lips.

"Hang on." Tamsin wrapped her hand around the engorged flesh and stroked it
slowly.  Melantha clutched her arm tightly, crying out in mingled pain and
relief. The cock, for that was what Tamsin decided to call it in her mind,
was nicely thick and warm, the skin smooth against her palm. It throbbed
against her fingers and Tamsin bit her lip, feeling her own pussy twitch
and become damp in anticipation.

That's not going to happen, though, she told her body fiercely. So just
calm down.

Melantha was writhed helplessly, turning her face to press against Tamsin's
neck, a trembling moan riding every tortured breath. When Tamsin pulled
back her hand to lick her palm, a mewling sound of complaint issued from
the girl before Tamsin put her hand back, jerking at her dick quickly.

"Oh, oh," Melantha groaned breathlessly, over and over against Tamsin's
neck and she thrashed and bucked. Tamsin wrapped her free hand around her
chest, held her firmly and carried on.

Melantha clapped one of her hands over her own mouth, yelling wordlessly
against her palm as her body went rigid for a long heartbeat; the cock in
Tamsin's hand trembled and then began to soften.

Tamsin pressed her head against Melantha's shoulder, breathing deeply to
control her own arousal. She had to do it, she reasoned. It must have been
painful for Melantha to be in that state.

"Melantha, get up," she finally said, tiredly.

Melantha answered with a long snore.

---

Even though she was years younger, Melantha was taller and more
solidly-built than Tamsin.  That being said, it was a fucking pain for
Tamsin to drag her upstairs and into her bed. She stripped Melantha of her
clothes and went into the bathroom for a damp cloth to wipe at Melantha's
inner thighs, which were wet with what looked like quite a lot of clear
ejaculate. From her cunt? Tamsin wondered, wiping clinically. Melantha
groaned and rolled over on her side, the dick flopping loosely to rest on
her thigh.

Tamsin covered her with the sheet and went downstairs to clean up.

In a few hours, when Tamsin had sat down at the desk in her bedroom with a
large book of potions, trying to find a proper counteractive, she heard
Melantha moving around. Tamsin breathed heavily, and went to face the
music.

Melantha was in her bathroom when Tamsin entered the room, so she sat down
at a nearby armchair and waited. The paintings of Tamsin's mother and their
father were still hung over the massive canopy bed. The curtains of the bed
were wide open; Melantha seemed not to like them pulled closed.

Tamsin was considering the arrogant dark stare of her father when the
bathroom door opened and Melantha, dressed in a tattered blue nightgown,
staggered out.

She froze when she saw Tamsin, and a red flush stole up her neck and over
her face.

"How do you feel?"  Tamsin tried to sound calm, but from the quick flash of
mingled fear and defiance in Melantha's eyes, she might have not been as
calm as she thought.

"Fine." Melantha padded over to her bed and slid in, pulling the covers up
to her chin.

"Fine? Really? That's wonderful. Now, maybe you can tell me why the fuck
you took that potion."

Infuriatingly, Melantha shrugged and leaned back against her pillows.

"That's really not a good answer," Tamsin told her tightly.

"I don't know why I did it," Melantha muttered in a sullen tone. "I just
wanted... to see--"

"Well, now you've seen. And you took so much!"

Melantha scowled. "Nothing happened at first! I picked the lock--"

"Great work, Dad," Tamsin loudly told the painting of her father, "you've
raised a fine larcenist, here."

"--and I drank one and nothing happened," the girl finished.

"So you took another. And another." Tamsin pressed her fingers to her
temples. "Don't you know anything about potions?"

"No." Melantha picked at a stray string on her blankets. "Not everyone is
the brilliant potioneer that didn't even make the time to save her own
father, you know."

"Please don't go there," Tamsin warned, but that little comment hurt. A
lot. She tried to blink away tears and won after a short struggle. "Just
don't. That's not the point right now."

"What is it, then," Melantha said tonelessly, frowning at everything and
nothing in particular at the same time.

"A potion like that takes a relatively long time to show any effects,
because it has to go through the bloodstream," Tamsin explained. "Most of
the ones I make are topical ones. You rub them on and you get an immediate
result. This one, it's pretty powerful. It has to be taken in small
doses... or the results might be permanent."

Melantha's eyes snapped to hers in shock. "You... you don't have something
to change me back?"

"If I did," Tamsin said impatiently, "do you think I would have locked it
away with a key? A key, Melantha! There must have been a reason for it!"

"I can't be stuck this way!" Melantha shrieked at her. "What kind of
potion-person are you, if you don't have an antidote!"

"I'm the kind of potioneer who LOCKS AWAY the dangerous stuff!" Tamsin rose
to her feet, incensed. "If you're stupid enough to go drinking things you
don't know anything about, it serves you right!"

She was so angry, that when she marched to the door, it wrenched itself
open, moved by her high-strung will. It slammed behind her and her own door
flew open under her unmindful command.

After all that door-slamming was over, Tamsin could hear the sound of
wretched weeping coming from Melantha's room.

She refused to go back and comfort her.

---

The next few weeks, Tamsin barely said more than a few words to
Melantha. The girl looked angry for a few days, sullen the next, deeply
apologetic after that, which melted into confusion at Tamsin's cold lack of
reaction, before going right back to angry again.

Tamsin ignored her and went about her normal tasks, not even caring if the
stupid girl went to school or not. In the nights, she could hear Melantha's
low moans as she played with her new dick and Tamsin would roll her eyes
and put her pillows over her head.

One morning, she got up and found that Melantha had risen before her
(wonder of wonders) and was placing cutlery on the table in the kitchen.

"What's this?" Tamsin blurted in surprise, looking at the piles of
scrambled eggs, fried sausages, some lumpy hash-browns and oddly shaped
crepes.

"Breakfast," Melantha said, putting down glasses of orange juice. She was
already dressed in her long, shapeless school uniform. "You know, what
normal people eat in the morning. I notice you don't and Papa always said
that it was the best way to start the day. Sit down."

"He didn't say that when he was with us," Tamsin muttered, but she sat
down.

"The man who was your dad and the man who was my Papa were two different
men, I guess," Melantha said, taking her own seat and spooned out some of
the eggs.

"More likely," Tamsin agreed; the man who had argued with her mother nearly
every day certainly hadn't been a champion of the early morning
meal. Tamsin glanced at Melantha's face as she ate. She had to remember
that while Tamsin had lost their dad years before, when he had left her and
her mother to move on with his own life, Melantha had lost him just a few
months ago.

Maybe she could be less harsh on the girl.

"This is good," she said as she chewed. She wasn't lying, either, the food
probably looked funny, but it was well cooked. "I didn't even know I had
eggs."

"You didn't. I went and bought some really early this morning."

"Oh. Well... thanks, this is good."

They ate in silence for some time and Tamsin cleared her
throat. "And... how is the penis?"

Melantha choked on the mouthful of orange juice she had just been
drinking. She thumped on her own chest a couple times and then looked at
Tamsin with watering eyes.  "Well... it's still there."

"I've been looking for an antidote," Tamsin admitted and smiled briefly at
Melantha's wide stare. "Yes, I have."

"Oh." Melantha shifted uncomfortably. "Well, you don't have to rush. I
mean, I haven't fit very well in school, and this is just one more thing
that makes me different from all those other girls. I'm dealing with it."

"I see." Tamsin chewed on some hash-browns contemplatively. "And it doesn't
cause any trouble?"

Melantha blushed and shrugged, toying with her food
now. "Sometimes... well. There's this girl."

Tamsin blinked at her and tried to look supportive when Melantha glanced
up, a defensive glint to her eye. "Yes?"

"There's just this girl," Melantha finished stubbornly, and set her mouth
in a tight line, as if Tamsin was going to torture her to get the rest of
the information out.

Tamsin just nodded. "And when you see her, you feel it getting hard."

Now, it was Melantha's turn to blink. "Yes. How did you know?"

"Simple physical reaction. It's normal... well, normal enough for your
current situation."

Melantha shrugged, getting up from the table hurriedly and taking up the
breakfast plates to stack in the sink. "She's the school bicycle, anyway,
she lets any boy from the other schools ride her."

"Young love these days," Tamsin said in bemusement, "so very romantic."

"Yeah," Melantha grinned and Tamsin was startled into grinning
back. Melantha's face was very pretty when she smiled like that. "Yeah, but
only her ass. She won't let anyone get in the pink, 'cause she's saving up
for her one true love, or some shit like that."

"A virtuous girl," Tamsin pointed out. "A real catch, that one."

"I have school now," Melantha said quite unnecessarily and edged towards
the door. "I'll see you after, Tam."

"Sure, Mel," Tamsin called back, smiling a little when Melantha seemed
surprised at the nickname. "I'll see you later."

Melantha hesitated at the door and then came back inside the kitchen,
walking close to hug Tamsin close. Tamsin froze; she had never been hugged
in a long time and her mother hadn't exactly been the hugging type.

"Thanks," Melantha said in a very gentle voice. "For... what you did that
first time. It really hurt, so thanks."

"That's alright," Tamsin said awkwardly and Melantha offered her a quick
smile before leaving again.

Tamsin went to the kitchen window to watch her half-sister walk slowly down
the road to school.

---

Melantha continued to make breakfast, Tamsin continued to brew her potions,
and everything seemed to be running on a track of reasonable normality for
a couple of weeks until Tamsin caught a strange girl emerging from
Melantha's room one night.

She had been down in the lab, trying to properly balance a potion for a
young whore with a combination of disease and genetically unhealthy
blood. She had just managed to get it right, and was slowly making her way
up the stairs and had looked towards Melantha's door, idly.

A girl stood here with her hand on the doorknob, frozen. She was
dark-skinned, with a lot of short, curly black hair and large eyes, her
lips folded in. She had on her school-uniform and even in the dark Tamsin
could see that she was some years younger than Melantha.

"What are you doing here?" Tamsin asked, more sharply that she intended;
this seem to break the girl's stupefaction, because she immediately bolted
past Tamsin like a spooked deer, down the stairs to the shop and
outside. Tamsin was about to go after her, a girl that young shouldn't be
on the streets so late, but Melantha had already raced out of her room in
the wake of her young friend.

Her lover. That was the right word. When Tamsin was fifteen, did she have a
lover? No way, Tamsin mused as she went into Melantha's room, and stared at
the rumpled sheets, smelling the sharp scent of sex hanging in the air. At
that age, Tamsin was too busy working, supplementing her mother's pension
from Big Martin when she got too sick to perform. At that age, Tamsin's
father had already left them, and Tamsin had been training herself at home
while she cared for her dying mother.

At that age, it had been just her. At that age, there had been no time for
girls with chocolate skin and big pretty eyes. Walking as if she was in a
fog, Tamsin went over to the dresser and picked up a large green marble
from within a music-box that was standing open. Tamsin placed it in her
pocket, before lighting a candle the normal way, and turned to face
Melantha as she stumbled back in her room.

"Thanks a lot!"  Melantha exclaimed, flopping face-first onto her
bed. "Thanks for scaring her off, Tamsin! Now she'll never come back and I
really liked her."

"That's the one who lets anyone in her ass?" Tamsin asked
stiffly. Melantha, who had her head buried in a pillow, snorted.

"No, fuck that one.  This one's Avner." Melantha turned her head and her
eyes were dreamy in the candle-light. "She's so smart. She's younger than
me but she tutors me in Maths. And... and she knows about the dick."

"How nice," Tamsin sneered. "Be careful she doesn't go behind your back and
tell everyone about how freaky you are."

"She wouldn't do that!" Melantha sat up and stared at Tamsin. "She
promised! Avner's so sweet, she promised."

"Look, my dad promised my mother that he'd never leave her, and look what
happened." Tamsin stalked to the door. "People are fucking fickle like
that. No more girls here late at night," she snapped. "No more anybody here
late at night. As a matter of fact, you're grounded."

She slammed the door behind her.

The door flew open again, bouncing against the inner wall and Tamsin turned
back in surprise and anger at Melantha's daring... but Melantha wasn't
standing anywhere near the door. She stood at the end of her bed, her hair
shifting ominously in some unperceived wind.

Melantha had opened that door, Tamsin realised in a dawning surprise, not
by hand but with the same force that Tamsin was capable of.

"You're not my Papa or my mother," Melantha said menacingly. "You can't
tell me what to do."

"I can and I will."  Tamsin willed the door to close again; it obeyed
creakily for a few moments before Melantha wrenched it back under her
control.

"I hate you so much right now," Melantha hissed and the door shuddered
under the weight of both their minds.

"The feeling is pretty much mutual," Tamsin replied harshly and put all her
energy into getting that door closed. Melantha cried out in pain and anger
as the door slammed so hard that the frame cracked; Tamsin reeled in the
hallway, pressing her hand to her forehead. Doing that had been a bad
idea... and childish.

And also, a very bad idea.

She stumbled towards her own bathroom to locate a painkilling potion and
one that would rejuvenate her drained energy. After drinking from a couple
vials she found on her shelf, she took two more and went out and placed
them on the ground in front of Melantha's door. She knocked and walked
away; she wasn't in the mood to look at the girl's face right now.

Closing her own room securely, she shucked off her over-robe and slid into
bed, closing the curtains of her canopy. Then, she raised her palm and
looked at the marble that she had removed from Melantha's room.

It glowed softly, almost reluctantly.

"Show me," Tamsin crooned at it, and it grew larger in her hand, green mist
swirling in its depths. It seemed to gain the quality of a soap bubble, so
airy that it began to float a little over Tamsin's palm as it enlarged even
more.

It was a marvel, a powerful object, that Tamsin's mother had used to record
her actions during the day, so she could know whether her daughter had been
up to naughty shenanigans while she was working. Tamsin, who wasn't
interested in shenanigans, had discovered what it could do when she was
going through her mother's belongings one week or so after her funeral,
watching with amusement, shock and grief at all the scenes of her childhood
that her mother had chosen to keep.

Now, Tamsin stared as the green mist shifted away, and she saw Melantha's
room from the angle of the music-box. It was afternoon in this view, the
rays of sun moving in steady blocks across the walls. Melantha opened her
door and walked in, followed by Avner, who looked around the room in
interest.

"Your room is really nice," she offered shyly as Melantha tossed her
book-bag haphazardly into a corner and sat down on the bed. Her voice was
soft and sweet, and the view from the bubble gave it a shivery quality.

"Thanks. Want to sit down?" Melantha patted the area beside her and
grinned. Avner nodded, putting down her own books and walking to sit down
primly. Melantha immediately put an arm around her, placing her other hand
underneath Avner's chin and pulling her close to kiss her.

Avner made a shocked squeaking sound, but she put her arms tentatively
around Melantha's neck, kissing back awkwardly. One of her hands hesitantly
went down to press against Melantha's cock bulging against her uniform,
jerking away like a startled butterfly when Melantha moaned in pleasure.

"Did that hurt?" Avner pulled her face away to ask, her eyes filled with
concern.

"No," Melantha answered with an impatient groan. "It felt good. Do it
again."

Avner hesitated and then began to pull up Melantha's school-dress, just the
same way Tamsin had done that first time. "Wow," Avner breathed as she put
her hands underneath the uniform; Tamsin could see the movement of her
hands stroking over Melantha's dick. "It feels so real."

"It is real."  Melantha went back to kissing her hungrily, pulling off her
own uniform and then Avner's. Avner was wearing a plain white bra and
panties underneath her own school-dress and it contrasted so well with her
smooth brown skin. She lay back against Melantha's pillows and bit her
bottom lip, raising her hips so that Melantha could roll her panties off
her hips and down her legs, tossing them away.

"I want to put it in, please, let me put it in you," Melantha breathed as
she hovered over Avner's smaller body, pulling off her own
underwear. Tamsin let the bubble float by itself as she reclined in bed and
slipped a hand between her legs, touching the wet folds of her pussy as she
watched Avner nod and part her legs. Melantha put a hand down against her
pussy, which had a faint smattering of dark coarse hair. Melantha's fingers
parted those dark lips, one finger stroking the fleshy pink cunt.

Avner moaned prettily and Tamsin slipped a finger into her own pussy even
as Melantha finger-fucked the other girl. Avner's hips moved up and down
slowly, taking in more of Melantha's pale fingers. Tamsin groaned; from
this angle, she could see both Melantha's thickening cock and leaking
pussy.  It was almost too much to bear.

"Okay," Melantha said quietly as she pulled out her fingers and sucked on
them. She took a hold of her dick and placed the head of it against Avner's
pussy. "Avie?  Ready? I mean, it's bigger than those dildos you said you
used--"

"I'm ready," Avner whispered and she rocked her pelvis so that the head of
Melantha's fully engorged cock slid up and down between the wet lips of her
pussy. She looked up at Melantha with huge, trusting eyes, which fluttered
closed as Melantha pushed inside her slowly.

Tamsin had to stop flicking her fingers over her own clit to watch that
large, fleshy rod slide inside the younger girl, who was whimpering from
the sensation of it. When Melantha was up in her to the hilt, she paused,
both hands braced on either side of Avner's head, the two of them breathing
raggedly.

"Fuck," Melantha moaned and shifted back slowly, then forward again. "Avie,
you're so... fucking... tight."

Avner didn't reply. She lay there, letting Melantha fill her with that hot
cock over and over again, just moaning sharply with every plunge. Melantha
kissed her a few times, sloppy and desperate, but after a few of those it
seemed that it took every ounce of Melantha's concentration to just keep
fucking into the other girl, so she stopped.

Avner's eyes were fixed on Melantha's face, her small breasts bouncing in
her white bra; Melantha dragged down the sturdy cotton from over one
breast, licking the exposed nipple and sucking on the erect little
nub. Avner appeared to like this; she arched up against Melantha's mouth,
crying out loudly as she twisted her fingers in Melantha's hair. The older
girl bit and sucked, pulling down the bra some more so that she could get
to the other nipple, pinching it and rolling her tongue around it.

"Fuck!" Melantha shouted suddenly, her thrusts becoming erratic. "Avie--"
she started and then her body locked up, before shuddering violently.

The younger girl cried out, clawing down Melantha's back and writhing
underneath her. Melantha simply collapsed on top of her, the both of them a
heap of sprawled arms and legs and sweaty skin. Avner was stroking
Melantha's messy hair when the view of the bubble suddenly darkened.

Breathing shallowly, Tamsin shook the bubble to get back the image, but it
only shrank back to its original size.

"Liked the show?"  Melantha muttered from right beside her and Tamsin froze
in shock. She turned her head slowly. The curtains of the canopy bed were
slightly parted and Melantha was peering in at Tamsin with one eye. She
pulled the curtains open slowly.

"How did you get in here?" Tamsin demanded weakly. She watched with wide
eyes as Melantha clambered onto her bed, staring at her in a predatory
manner.

"Picked the lock."  Melantha straddled Tamsin and reached out to her face,
stroking her mouth with gentle fingers. Tamsin's gaze flickered down;
inside Melantha's palm was a tiny vial with blue liquid.

Shocked, Tamsin eyes snapped back to meet Melantha's, who said nothing
else. She just held the vial close to Tamsin's lips.

A long moment spun out between them. Then, Tamsin opened her mouth.

A small smile played on the edges of Melantha's mouth as she poured the
liquid over Tamsin's tongue. She let the empty vial drop to the surface of
the bed, then leaned forward, almost pressing their mouths together.

"How long will it take?" she muttered against Tamsin's lips and then ducked
to lick Tamsin's neck. "Hmm?"

"Fifteen minutes. Maybe less."

Melantha sucked on Tamsin's earlobe leisurely for a few moments and then
slid down her body, lifting the hem of the under-robe that Tamsin still
wore and ducking underneath it. Tamsin felt her palms on her inner thighs,
pushing them up and apart, then Melantha's hot tongue sliding against the
moist folds of her cunt.

Tamsin jerked against her mouth, groaning softly with every breath, wetter
with every lick.  She felt dizzy and there was a sensation of pulling in
her groin, muscle and veins moving and shifting and growing. Melantha's
tongue moved from Tamsin's slit, up to mouth the expanding flesh; her
fingers fucked inside Tamsin's dripping pussy, curling and stroking.

Tamsin hurriedly pulled off the under-robe, just in time to watch
Melantha's lips slip over the thick head of her still-growing dick. It
thickened even as Melantha tried to move forward on it; choking a little,
she backed off, staring up at Tamsin with her eyes watering. Then, she got
up and turned around, taking off her own nightgown.

Tamsin watched as she went down on her hands and knees; as a matter of
fact, she went down further, so that her ass was sticking up in the air,
her nipples pointing down at the bed. Tamsin kneeled up behind her, taking
her new cock in her hand and pointing it at the inviting target of
Melantha's plump cunt.

They both groaned as Tamsin pushed inside her; she was warm and tight,
squeezing almost painfully around Tamsin's fat dick. Tamsin reached around,
feeling for Melantha's own erection, jerking on it almost roughly as she
began to fuck into her.

Melantha rocked back willingly, flinching when Tamsin leaned down to bite
at the skin between her shoulder-blades. The sounds of their flesh slapping
together filled the air and Melantha cried out and bucked wildly when
Tamsin grabbed onto one breast with her other hand, twisting the nipple
cruelly.

"Harder," Melantha breathed out, putting one hand around Tamsin's on her
cock. "Harder, harder, please."

Tamsin bared her teeth and almost climbed up into the girl, who buried her
face in the bed and sobbed out Tamsin's name. Tamsin almost wished for
something to push up in her own seeping cunt, but there were other times
for that. Maybe after this she could get Melantha to stuff her cock up in
Tamsin's anus, while Tamsin had a nice thick dildo up her pussy.

That could work just fine.

Almost out of her mind with pleasure, she pinned the girl down to the bed,
one hand tight around the back of her neck, underneath all that black hair;
with the other hand, she grasped onto one of Melantha's ass-cheeks and
pulled at it to reveal the puckered flesh of her asshole. She slipped her
thumb against it, rubbing it as she fucked; Melantha thrashed violently,
shuddering and crying as she came.

The walls of her pussy quivered around Tamsin's dick; Tamsin kept at her
for a few moments longer, now tightly gripping her hips with both hands and
shaking through an orgasm that seemed to tear through her like a sudden
storm.

Melantha slumped down onto the bed, moaning weakly, and Tamsin slipped out
of her. She stared down at the slick, softening prick, watched as it began
to get smaller and smaller, retreating its normal status as a clit; the
potion had worn off. Melantha turned over, reaching out for Tamsin sleepily
and dragging her close, kicking irritably at the crumpled sheets until
Tamsin pulled it over their naked bodies. Her own limp cock was still
apparent. Tamsin figured that it probably would never go away if she didn't
actively investigate a cure for her half-sister and at this rate, she might
never get around to it.

That wasn't such a bad thing at all, she thought, yawning and letting
Melantha tug her even closer.

She could live with that.

end.


Author's Notes:
Comments? Send them to eliseolisbos@yahoo.com
I prefer writing stories like these and I hope to post more.