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 Author: Zorlond
Title: Grand Ted
Part: Chapter 18
Summary: A 13-year-old boy named Ted has just moved to a new house, and
discovers a magical surprise in the basement.  Let the temptations begin.
Keywords: mfg, ped, inc, incest brother sisters, teen, lolita, impreg,
preg, penis size, breast size

   Chapter 18 - Epi...No, Wait, My Mistake

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   They stood there for a time, just quietly hugging.  Eventually,
Chantelle gently nudged him.  "Hey, let me help you out a little." Letting
her guide him back to a seat on the bed, Chantelle went to one knee in
front of him and gently placed her hand on his chest.  A soft glow formed
around her hand, and Ted felt the ache in his chest lessen.  "Don't worry,
no charge." Chantelle met his eyes and winked.  "First aid is part of the
service."

   Ted shook his head, setting his hand on her wrist, breaking her hand's
contact with him.  "You don't have to do that.  The 'service' is over.  I
gave you your freedom, remember?"

   "Um, yeah, about that..." Chantelle took her hand back, eyes turned
away, her brow furrowed in thought.  "You kinda...  didn't." She looked at
him again, smiling.  "It's not that I don't appreciate the gesture. 
Really, I do.  And I think Kevin might have bought it, too, so maybe he'll
back off..."

   "What?" Ted interrupted.  "What are you talking about?  I wished for..."

   Chantelle quickly raised a hand to stop his words.  "Yeah, you did.  But
that's one of the few wishes I can't grant.  Don't you remember?  I didn't
say 'granted' when you said it.  No clap, no lights, I just went back into
my lantern to try and sell it for Kevin."

   "But you never said anything about your freedom before," Ted insisted.

   "Yeah," Chantelle used her free hand to take Ted's unresisting hand off
her wrist again, resuming her work on Ted's bruised chest.  "Genies don't
talk about that one, usually.  You see, we're not trapped, or slaves, or
prisoners.  Not anymore.  After the Renegotiation, this contract is much
more of a retainer sort of gig.  We sign the contract, get put in a lamp,
sent here, and once the work is done we go home and get paid.  Our
freedom's waiting for us when the contract is complete.  So you don't have
to wish for it.  But if you think about it, it's really crass for a genie
to point all this out to their master." Chantelle leaned back, taking her
hand away to wave it back in forth in front of her pointedly.  "On the one
hand, it's basically telling the master that he should have been thinking
about our freedom the whole time.  On the other hand, if they really don't
care, the genie is basically told to her face that the master really
couldn't give two shits about her freedom.  It's just bad feelings all
around when it comes up.  So genies don't talk about it.  Only reason I'm
doing it now is because I thought you earned the right to know."

   Ted thought it over, slowly.  Eventually, he asked, "So, what now?"

   Chantelle shrugged.  "Now we go back to how we were before.  Your wish
is my command," Standing up, Chantelle made a brief and over-flourished bow
before Ted.  "And all that jazz." She straightened up, smiling impishly.

   Ted chuckled, and a slight twinge in his chest reminded him of the
bruise he had received.  Apparently Chantelle's healing magic could only
take it to 'mostly healed'.  The twitch brought up a dark possibility to
his mind.  "What if Kevin sees you?  Would he see you?"

   "Good point," Chantelle nodded.  She crossed one arm under her breasts
and set the other hand against her jaw.  "Because he was attuned to my
lantern, he'd see me like you did at his house.  Kinda ghostly.  If he ever
drops by, give me some warning so I can get scarce.  Don't want him
realizing he'd been had and start tearing this place apart looking for my
lantern."

   "Will do." Ted didn't bother to add that he was pretty sure he and Kevin
were over as friendship went.  "Assuming I don't think of a new final
request before then, in any case."

   "Oh, about that." Chantelle snapped her fingers, index finger ending up
pointing at the ceiling.  "Really should tell you..."

   Ted blinked, a bit surprised.  "I thought you said your freedom didn't
count?"

   Chantelle put her hand flat out to halt his thoughts.  "Oh, it didn't,
you misunderstand.  You didn't lose a wish, you actually gained a couple."
Continuing past his unbelieving stare, she added, "When the Renegotiation
happened, a...  loophole, I guess you could call it...  got added by
accident.  Normally it's only three wishes per customer.  But because the
whole attunement process can't really handle two people trying to attune
simultaneously, if they hang on long enough, the contract loses track of
who's got wishes coming and the count gets reset.  You're back up to three
now." She smiled again, sweetly.  "In my opinion, call it 'thanks for
trying to wish for my freedom'."

   Ted returned the smile.  But then a thought occurred to him.  "But
wouldn't this mean someone could make you his permanent wish-granting
slave?"

   Chantelle's smile turned into a mild wince.  "Yeah, and the higher-ups
know about that.  They're trying to fix it.  Until then, the only way to do
that is to go through that whole double-attunement again.  For about as
long as it went with you and Kevin."

   Ted winced heavily.  "No thank you." Setting aside the whole painful
experience and the risk of more people like Kevin trying to steal
Chantelle, he didn't really want to force Chantelle to stay.  Ted took a
deep breath, letting it out slowly and trying to dispel the dark thoughts
with it.  "In any case...  Glad that's all over."

   After a bit, Chantelle asked, "Out of curiosity, how did you catch on so
quick that Kevin had ran off with my lantern?"

   Ted thought about it, trying to remember events of just a couple hours
ago.  Eventually, it came to him.  "Oh!  Uh, I had some thoughts about
another request.  But I was having trouble making up my mind.  I came up
here to talk to you about it."

   "Oh?" Chantelle smiled again, looking intrigued now.  "Something for you
or your sisters?"

   Ted thought about it as he got up off the bed and went for his notebook.
"Eh, for me, for them, for both?  I dunno, it's kinda a matter of opinion.
Anyways..."

   What followed was a long discussion about the general ideas Ted had in
mind.  A flaw in the concept was found and corrected.  Phrasing was turned
around and reworked.  There was a discussion on how it would integrate into
his other wish.  Eventually, after much note taking, Ted and Chantelle came
down to the actual wishing.

   "I wish that my penis is about one and a half times the size of my
forearm, while also not needing any refractory period at all, that it does
not and will not cause harm or pain to any girl I have sex with as she will
be able to stretch enough to manage it, that physical contact with my very
fertile semen can induce a girl to have an orgasm and even ovulate if
they're not already pregnant, even if they're normally too young to do so,
and that as far as anyone knows or remembers my penis naturally grew to
this size over the years, considering it perfectly normal for me."

   Within minutes, Ted was on the living room couch, on his back, with
Amber astride him.  Her large breasts juggled in his face as she humped
him. Both were completely naked, and a naked Tiffany watched them carefully
from the easy chair, as Amber's pussy, stretched so wide by Ted's new girth
that her pussy lips all but vanished, rose and fell, spreading slickness
along half of his length.  He couldn't get any deeper into her, but Amber
clearly didn't mind, and had already come once, making their sex nicely
wet. Ted sucked on her hanging nipples as he gripped at her ass cheeks,
doing his best to keep her in her stimulated state.  He really liked how
she moaned when she was like this.

   "Hey, kids," Carol said as she walked in, hauling a load of laundry. 
"What's up?"

   Tiffany quickly answered her.  "Oh, Ted's just making another try at
getting Amber and me pregnant."

   "Ab...  sinthe...  ugh!" Amber's protest over her name, low on breath as
it was, was interrupted by Ted unloading his seed into her overstretched
pussy.  True to the wish, Amber came again once his spunk made it's trip
into her, and their mingling fluids leaked out around the tight seal her
cunt made with his cock.  The event lasted much longer than Ted had
expected.  Apparently part of the fertility boost was about three times the
volume of spunk in each load, supplied by balls each the size of a large
chicken egg.

   "That's nice." Carol set the basket down and started sorting and folding
clothes, apparently indifferent that her eldest daughter was actively
trying to make a baby right in front of her.

   As Ted and Amber came down off their orgasmic high, Ted gave Amber one
more kiss on the lips before saying, "Okay, Tiffany, your turn now."
Tiffany jumped up off of her chair with a squeal.  Amber begrudgingly
pulled herself off of Ted's cock, a brief flow of more mixed cum following
it out before her pussy lips could manage to relax closed again.  Ted sat
up on the couch, his still-rock-hard dick sticking up, obscenely covered in
fluids.  Tiffany got up and stood on the couch, a foot on either side of
Ted, and lowered herself down onto Ted.

   It was an amazing sight.  She looked so small and fragile.  But as the
nine year old girl set her little cunnie against the tip of his rod, it
parted, allowing it entry with no sign of hesitation.  Her legs were pushed
outwards by the effort, as flesh made room for his forearm-sized fucktool.
And as she lowered herself onto him, her belly bulging slightly as he
worked his way deeper, her pussy clenched and spasmed, set off by the semen
within the mess all over his dick, sloppy seconds from her own sister.

   As Tiffany bottomed out with only about a third of his cock inside her,
Ted thought about what else those sloppy seconds were probably doing to
her. Right now, as Ted put his hands on the side of Tiffany's ribs and he
started fucking her in ernest, Tiffany was likely being induced to ovulate,
setting her up to becoming pregnant by her own brother at the age of nine.
If the wish went according to plan, anyways.  But Ted was certainly eager
to see it work.

   As Tiffany grunted and moaned as she bred with Ted, Amber sat down next
to them, watching with mild interest and idly teasing on of her nipples. 
As the sex continued, however, Amber's attention slipped over to Carol. 
"Ya know, mom, Ted could take another stab with you, while we're at it. 
More the merrier, right?"

   "Sounds great to me," Ted said with a wide smile, as he paused in
lifting and lowering Tiffany on his dick to move his hands to her little
ass instead.

   "Oh, don't worry about it, hon," Carol demurred.  "I kinda think you
already did."

   "Did what?" Ted didn't make the connection, distracted as he was.

   "Get me pregnant."

   The words caught Ted a little off-guard.  The casual statement of it,
mixed with his current activity, affected him deeply.  The knowledge that
he had gotten his mother pregnant with his baby, not just a dreamed
possibility but a stated fact, seemed to cut right through everything else
in a way he just wasn't prepared for.

   And it was wonderful.

   "Wow, grats maaaAAH!" Tiffany's congratulations were cut off as Ted
blasted a fresh round into her pussy, setting off Tiffany's own orgasm. 
Far smaller than her sister, Tiffany's pussy overloaded and spurts of
juices spat out around Ted's mammoth dick to impact his lap, the couch, and
floor freely.

   "Great, another rugrat on the way," Amber said.  With a hand idly
rubbing her bare stomach, she added, "And probably two more if Ted keeps
this up."

   Ted grunted in approval of that thought.  As he came down off his high,
and helped Tiffany to get up off of him once again.  "You sure about it,
mom?" Tiffany's body had an aftershock of cum as his cockhead briefly stuck
inside her before coming free with a pop and gush of fluid.

   Carol casually shrugged as she put another folded shirt onto the clean
pile.  "Not really, I haven't taken a test yet.  But I am a bit late.  And
it just kinda feels like I am.  Can't really explain it." She had a distant
look in her eyes for a moment there, before looking at Ted once again, a
smile on her face.  "So don't worry about me, I'm covered."

   Ted raised an eyebrow at that.  "Uh, mom?  I don't quite get it."

   "It's okay, I understand," Carol waved a hand towards him.  "Men don't
really like to think of pregnant women sexually.  It's just how it is. 
Your father never did try anything with me while I was full of you three.
So I'm okay with it..."

   Ted frowned.  He just couldn't buy it.  Well, not about his father not
trying anything, he wouldn't know.  But he really doubted that Carol was
perfectly fine with that.  And, frankly, the thought of not touching Carol
for months while her belly swelled with new life didn't sit right with him
either.  Thinking about how to best phrase it, Ted stood up slowly.  "Now,
one moment, mom.  I don't know how dad did things, but I can tell you now.
I think of you in the future, belly out to here..." Ted randomly put his
hand out to indicate what he thought would be a suitably large belly for
his point, "...  full of life and ready to bear my baby into the world...
And you know what?  I love you.  And I want to fuck you." He stepped
towards her, cock still huge and hard and dripping on the floor.  "The
thought alone makes me horny, and I want to celebrate your pregnancy by
stuffing my cock into you.  Even if you're not sure, mom, this doesn't
remove my desire for you.  If anything, I want it more."

   Carol, holding one last shirt limply in one hand as she looked at him.
She looked stunned by his declaration, as if it had been the last thing
she'd expected.  "Um..." she finally said.  "Well...  if you're sure."

   "Very," Ted told her.  And with that, having closed the gap, he simply
reached down to pull the hem of her dress up.  Above them in the rafters,
Ted could hear the munching of Chantelle's popcorn.

   *****

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