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Phoebe felt a strange unease as she headed back home. For a second she'd felt as if things were out of synch as she walked along the road to he grocery store. He sensation passed quickly but it had flared once or twice on her way home. It wasn't a premonition, simply a strange feeling. She ignored it, knowing that being a witch meant that pretty much everything in her life was going to be weird. A moment of normality would have seemed totally out of place. She walked up the path to the house, already spraying some of the insect repellent onto her exposed skin, of which there was plenty.
Phoebe tended to wear skimpy clothes in the coldest of weather. A hot summer like this only gave her more excuse to shed inches from her top and bottom.
"I got it." she called out as she entered the door. "Piper?"
"In here." Her sisters voice called back. Phoebe entered the lounge and saw her sister. She wore the same white singlet and black shorts but she looked far hotter than when Phoebe had left. Her face was flushed and sweat soaked her clothing, leaving it clinging to her skin far more than Piper would normally have allowed. Even stranger was that she wasn't alone. Sitting across the room was another woman, dressed in a black singlet and shorts. In comparison to Piper she
looked positively cool.
"Phoebe," Piper indicated to the woman, "This is Haze."
Phoebe winced. Danger. Definite danger.
"Piper! Can we talk? Now!"Piper stood, strangely calm and followed her sister out of the room.
"Piper. I don't know who she claims to be but she's trouble. We have to go."
"I can't."
"What?"
"I can't leave."
"Why not?"
"I must help her."
"I.. Piper?" Phoebe suddenly realised that Piper was much too calm for the situation.
"Oh no." the younger sister spun on her heel and headed for the door, running straight into her bedroom wall. She staggered back and turned, only to find Piper and Haze standing side by side, watching her.
"Piper! What is going on here?"
"Don't worry Phoebe," Haze took a step forward, "I won't hurt you."
Before the youngest sister could stop her, Haze reached out and placed her palms against the sides of her head. Phoebe felt her world explode, as if a whirlwind had began to twirl inside her head. Images flashed before her eyes, too many to perceive. The hands broke free and Phoebe stumbled back falling onto her bed.
"Excellent. You power is strong, but unrefined. It will work well."
"Piper!" Phoebe gasped, turning to her sister. "Help!"
"Yes Piper." Haze turned to her with a smile. "Please help."
Phoebe watched as her sister brought up her hands and... was gone. Phoebe looked up at haze in confusion.
"Your dear sister decided to leave. There were things she didn't want to see."
Phoebe wondered what she meant but then looked down to see that she was topless, stripped to her briefs. She shiver a the realisation that Piper must have stopped time to allow Haze to undress her. How had she been able to turn her sister in such a short time? And what was going to happen to Phoebe?
Haze reached out, her hands pressing firmly against Pheobe's breasts. The youngest sister shuddered, visions flooding her. At first it was hard for her to differentiate what was occurring. Then she realised the visions she was receiving. She was getting a flash back of every time her breasts had been touched. Every single sexual experience flooded her, a hundred
hands all groping at her bosom, teasing the sensitive flesh. Phoebe shuddered as them imaged overwhelmed her. She could feel Haze's hands pressing against her kneading her breasts, stroking her increasingly erect nipples. Phoebe wanted to control herself but she couldn't. She was reliving the arousal of the past and it was greatly magnified in quantity. She tried to pull away but Haze stepped forward, keeping her hold on Phoebes chest. It was so hard to Phoebe to physically fight, her mind in so many different places at once. She felt Hazes, thumbs brush over her hard nipples. But it was more than mere thumbs now. It was fingers and lips and tongues, every tender touch rolled into one.
Phoebe felt herself falling, tumbling back onto the bed behind her. In the brief periods when her mind cleared, she could see Haze astride her, slender hands teasing her breasts mercilessly, in unison with every other lover she had ever known.
Her mind with still blazing with the touch as she felt fingers stroking down her stomach, again igniting recollections of dozens of similar strokes. She felt fingers probing, felt her pants sliding down and down until they slipped over her curled toes. A finger teasingly danced around her crotch, then slid softly inside her. Phoebe shuddered from head to toe, every experience rushing back to meet her.
The first time she had curiously explored her own body.
The first time a man had taken her virginity.
The numerous times since when first penetration occurred.
She felt the finger begin to stroke her, little more than a feather touch but enough to send her soul reeling. It was not a single stroke but a hundred, all interlaced, all flashing before her eyes, her power no longer hers to control.
It was a stroking, a thrusting, a pumping, all her lovers driving at her at once. Haze's hand worked at her, rubbing her perfectly, the union of all those who had come before her. Phoebe moaned, gasping for air, sweat dripping from her body. The flashes were all but non-stop now. Even if she had a clear moment, her body was too far gone to break free now.
Phoebe swallowed, catching a brief flash of Haze staring down at her. She knew there was only one thing that could follow, inevitable from this myriad of attentions. It was surging within her, ready to burst. The fingers stroked the damp recesses of Phoebes body, each motion sending wave of pleasure to her assailed mind.
Then it came.
The orgasm. Not just one. But hundreds. Every climax she had ever felt, every time she had ever cam, all surging within her at once. It was beyond any pleasure Phoebe could ever have imagined, driving at every nerve and fibre of her body, electrifying her skin and blood alike. Her brain overflowed with the memory of every orgasm she had ever felt and then,
finally, she slumped, falling back to the bed.
"You will help me." Haze smiled down at the exhausted girl.
"Yes.." Phoebe panted, too far gone to resist. "I will help you."
The hands broke free and Phoebe stumbled back falling onto her bed. Phoebe looked at Haze, looked at her sister in the corner. A premonition. It had all been a premonition of what was to come. The inevitable. She looked into Hazes eyes and saw her immediate future. Phoebe screamed. But the future was undeniable.
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