happened on my 18th birthday. I learned much later from my Dad that it was always on one's 18th birthday. My birthday is in August, and I turned 18 just before I entered college, so I did not have to deal with it in high school. My Dad never warned me, so it took me by surprise, and it was quite a while before I understood what was going on.
On my 18th birthday the middle finger of my right hand got red hot, and then turned ice blue and tingled for a long time (about an hour). I began to panic, and around the time I decided I should go to one of those walk-in MD clinics, my finger returned to normal. Crisis over. Good. So other than having experienced one of the weirder moments of my otherwise normal life, I was fine.
Now, I'm a normal guy. Nothing special, average looking, and not a girl magnet by a long shot. But I'm kind of a math geek, so I figured out that there are so many girls, and different people have different taste, and so odds are at least one girl, somewhere, somehow, should find me attractive. And one girl was all I needed. I really wanted to experience sex. I just had to find that girl!
Well, let me tell you, that mysterious girl who would be drawn to me, was doing a good job of keeping herself scarce. It was my first month in college. I was frustrated, and feeling quite lonely. I decided to take myself to the movies, for a nice distraction. At least I could watch Jennifer Lawrence for a couple of hours, or something. In line for the tickets (I could not deal with the surcharge for the movies the apps like Fandango added on), I was behind a small gaggle of gorgeous girls.
These girls were dressed to torment. Short skirts showed off plenty of bare leg, and they were probably wearing pushup bras or something, or else God was kind to them when handing out boobs. They had luscious hair, and pretty faces, too. This was just what I did not need: It reminded me of how pathetic my life was.
Actually, I'm not sure they were gorgeous; my judgement may have been affected by being so chaste. Okay, I was also virginal, you know? I was trying to hide my erection from just standing so close to three pretty girls. They were even wearing perfume that made my head swim. How pathetic is that?
One of the girls, I learned later her name was Melissa, was gesticulating wildly while making some unimportant point to the rest of the bevy. Her hand brushed against mine. No big deal, but she made the polite apology for having inadvertently touched me. I did not mind.
Then everything became weird. Her face turned bright red and then ice blue, the same colors my finger had turned on my 18th birthday. Unlike my finger however, her face stayed blue. Actually, her entire body was now blue, at least the parts of it I could see (which was a lot of it, given her short skirt, and her halter top with no bra). To make things weirder, her friends did not notice her color change; nor did she! It appeared to me that only I could see it.
It's hard to describe the blue skin Melissa had. It was the most beautiful shade of blue I had ever seen. I had worked in a paint store during summers while in high school, and the closest shade might have been a cross between cadet blue and sky blue. I guess the closest approximation using standard colors, might be baby blue, but there was also a certain glow to it. Sort of like the effect of a car with metallic paint. She kind of glistened, she sort of glowed.
I was completely freaked. I was seeing things nobody else was seeing. That's a sure sign of insanity. Was I losing it? What the fuck was going on?
Then it got more and more strange. Melissa froze in place for a minute or two. Her friends asked if she was okay? She nodded, turned around facing me, and introduced herself. "Hi, handsome. I'm Melissa. You appear to be alone tonight. Can I be your date?"
I just stared at her. I had no idea what to say. Things like that just do not happen. Melissa was anyone's dream girl with a body as hot as the sun, a dazzling smile, and eyelashes that really did bat. I finally managed to say, "I'm Mark. It would be my pleasure."
Melissa explained to her friends that she and I were old friends from Jewish summer camp. We were not. I'm not even Jewish! She stayed with me, and her two friends went their merry way. Once we were seated in the movies, Melissa was all over me. By the time the previews were over, we were kissing passionately.
I had never kissed a girl like this before, nor had my kisses been returned so passionately before. It was so wonderful, I thought I was dreaming. Melissa had opened her mouth, and our tongues were becoming acquainted. Our tongues liked each other, even if Melissa's tongue (yes, even her tongue!) was blue.
Melissa was kissing me with extraordinary passion. She spread her legs and put one leg over one of mine, causing her already short skirt to ride up, revealing her legs all the way to her crotch, and even her panties. (Her panties were blue, and slightly transparent!) I could tell her panties were wet from her arousal. Melissa had her arms around my neck, and she was now running her hands through my hair as we kissed.
The people next to us were annoyed, and told us "to get a room." I guess they found us distracting, and they were worried about enjoying the movie with this sex show going on next to them. Before I could insult them with a clever retort, Melissa said, "What a great idea! Let's go to your room, Mark."
So, just as the movie was starting, Melissa and I left the theater and I took her back to my room. Her friends saw us leaving the theater. Melissa had her arm around my waist, and she put my arm around her neck. Once in my room, we resumed kissing. I took a chance, and i tentatively felt up her boobs through her clothes. Melissa moaned loudly. After a little while of this, I opened her blouse. Melissa just kept kissing me. I removed her bra, revealing her perfect blue breasts. I enjoyed fondling them.
Then Melissa simply took charge. She sat me down on the bed and slowly, seductively finished undressing. When she was stark naked in front of me, wearing only earrings, a heart shaped pendant, and a watch, she said, "Don't worry, Mark. I'm on the pill."
She looked at me. She was naked in front of me and I was still fully clothed. She was still completely blue. For a minute, I thought maybe she was a cousin of the X-Men character Mystique? Fantasy becomes reality? But unlike with Mystique, I could see everything. Every detail of the gorgeous body of this gorgeous woman standing in front of me was revealed to me. Holy shit, I thought.
Even Melissa's pussy was blue. I was wondering if the pink insides were blue, too? I thought just then I would simply love to find out!
I began to think of the Beatles' movie, The Yellow Submarine. There's a line in it that says, "That's funny, you don't look Bluish." Well, Melissa looked neither Jewish nor Bluish (even if she were, at least at that moment, both Jewish and completely blue). All I could see were tits and pussy, both of them staring at me. I could of course have seen her smiling face, had I raised my eyes. But this was my first ever naked seduction, and my eyes were glued to her charms.
Melissa said, "Mark, what's wrong with this picture?" I looked at her, confused. "You're still dressed." That clarified things. "I so need you to fuck me. Please, Mark? I will just die unless you fuck me now!"
Well, this was not how I imagined I would lose my virginity, seduced by a blue girl in heat with little romance involved. But when you're a virgin boy, horny as the devil, and you are presented with a naked girl, even a blue one, who wants you, even craves you, what can you do?
I lost my clothes, climbed on top of her, and tried to stick it in, but had trouble finding her pussy with my cock. Melissa reached down, gently took my cock, and she guided it in. She was more than ready for me. The sensations were so intense, I immediately exploded.
Melissa was understanding. "First time? No problem, handsome, just wait a little bit and you'll be hard again, and it will be much better." She kissed me. It was my first kiss after sex, even if it was 20 second sex. There is nothing like one's first kiss after sex. And Melissa put her heart into the kiss. She loved me just then with all of her blueness.
Melissa was right. She did a seductive little dance, swaying her hips, and thrusting out her pelvis suggestively, with the occasional quick fondle of her pussy with her fingers. If this was designed to help to speed my recovery, it worked. It worked splendidly. Quite soon I was ready to try again. The second time was much better. I did not even need guided entry; I found her pussy all by myself. It was a beautiful fuck, one I will never, ever forget. Melissa, however, had not had enough. She sucked me until I was ready for round three.
This was the first time a girl had taken my cock in her mouth. I really was an innocent back then. It's not the same as having it in her pussy -- nothing is! -- but it's pretty damn nice! It was not a real blowjob, because as soon as I was hard, which was soon, she stopped. But I was thrilled. Melissa was doing everything I could have asked for, and wanting to do it, too! And by the way, this girl was a prize: She was quite pretty, dressed well, was smart, and she was popular. I was in a state of shock, that all this has happening, seemingly (so to speak) from out of the blue.
Right after round three, Melissa noticed my finger was back to being icy blue, and it was throbbing. I tried to hide it, and accidently touched my flaccid penis with it. Instantly I became hard, and my cock even grew to almost twice its previous size. "Oh, yeah," Melissa said. "Now we're cooking!" She climbed on top of me and fucked me cowgirl style, yelling cowboy type yells (eg, Yeehaw!, and my favorite, Yippie-i-yo-ki-yay) while she rode me.
After that time, she said, "Touch your cock again! Go ahead, Mark, touch it again for me. Do it for your Melissa? Please?" While she said this, she licked her upper lip and fondled her own boobs. I touched it again. It got hard instantly again, and this time it grew to well over twice its normal size. Okay, this was strange. I was inexperienced, but I knew stuff like that does not happen. It's not normal; it's not natural.
Melissa though seemed thrilled. I can't really say we made love, it was more that we continued to fuck like animals, two more times, at that. After that fifth fuck, where I lasted 35 minutes, Melissa was finally sated. Well, I'm not sure she was sated. She was just too sore to continue. I thought about using my finger to touch her pussy, but I was scared about what might happen. So, Melissa finally left, but only after I promised to take her out the next night, too. Her parting words were, "I'll count the minutes, lover."
When I saw her the next night, however, she was no longer blue. (She was never blue, I guess, even if she was convincingly blue to my eyes, there's no question about that!) She kissed me hello, but it seemed pro forma and without passion, and then she explained that she had no idea what had happened the previous might, how she had practically raped me, and how embarrassed she was.
I tried to be nice, and to reassure her. She let me kiss her again, and I could tell she was trying to rekindle the passion of the previous day, but it was just not to be. I could tell she just was embarrassed. She did not understand how she could have so desperately wanted the sex yesterday, and yet today have no desire? She was flummoxed.
I tried fondling her boobs through her clothes, right there in the foyer of her shared room, and she did not mind. I reached down , pulled up her skirt, and I had a quick fondle of her pussy through her panties and pantyhose, and she giggled. I stuck my hand down her panties and found her pussy and gave it a direct fondle.
Melissa said, "That feels nice, Mark, but I just can't do this." She did not pull away, however, and I kept my finger in her pussy, as her breathing changed.
Finally, Melissa, now hot and bothered, said, "No, Mark. I'm sorry, I just can't. I like you a lot, and I'll always remember last night, probably I'll even masturbate to the memory of our time together, but it was not me. Something took over, and compelled my outrageous, although enjoyable, behavior. Frankly Mark, I'm scared of you and the power you seem to have over me. It's not normal. It's not right. Can we at least stay friends?"
I knew she meant it. I knew right then she really did care for me. She had bleeping even just let me finger her a little, right in front of her roommates. But all boys hate, truly hate, the phrase, 'can we be friends.' I was no exception just then.
I suspect she just wanted never to see me again. I was grateful that the girl was a sweetheart about it. I think she felt so guilty, that if I had been sufficiently hurt, or insisted, she would have gone out with me and let me fuck her again just in order to let me down easier. It was tempting to see if I was right.
But I also think she was afraid I would cast another spell over her, because that's what it must have felt like to her. She told me she will always have fond memories of our wild times together, and my magical cock, but we are just not cut out for each other. She hoped I understood. That we were not right for each other was about the only thing I did understand!
Melissa had told both of her friends from the movies, Abby and Gail, what had happened. Apparently, in particular she told Gail everything, even the details of my cock growing to over twice its natural size. Gail became curious. I was supposed to take Melissa out that night, and we had just kissed, and I had fingered her a bit, but Melissa asked if Gail could go out with me in her stead. Gail had already agreed.
I was feeling vulnerable, having fucked Melissa five times the night before and less that 24 hours later was getting dumped. I was getting dumped with kissing, boob fondling, and fingering, but, bottom line, I was getting dumped. So, I said yes to taking out Gail as my consolation prize. Gail and I walked awkwardly together to the restaurant where I had reserved. I did not know what to do, how to behave, so to test the waters, I tried to hold Gail's hand as we walked. I did not succeed.
Gail I'm sure felt awkward, being a consolation prize, but she was a trooper. She forced herself to act nice.
At dinner, Gail told me some of what Melissa had said. "She said you are the best lay imaginable. You gave her pleasure she did not know it was possible to receive. She had 14 orgasms with you last night. She told me she felt as if she were about to lose her mind. Yet strangely, she could not get enough of you."
"It was as if she were under a spell, or something. Then she told me that you had a way to double your cock size, and with the extra size, came some sort of other feature, that she could not describe, but which was so intensely pleasurable she almost fainted. She said that she will remember it for the rest of her life. She thinks you are amazing. And, she says it was your first time, too!" Gail said, articulating her words as if they were coming out of a machine gun.
"She told me she would love to have another go-round with you, just for the sex. But that's not Melissa. She cannot have sex with a man she does not love, or is in the process of falling in love. She wants you, but her make up is such that she just cannot do it. Do you understand?"
"She wants me, and yet, she does not want to date me anymore?" I said, dejected. For a boy, it was hard to imagine having great sex with a girl and then not wanting to have it again! Girls must be different, I figured.
"Mark, you are young. We're all young. But Melissa thinks she needs love, not just the best sex imaginable. She hardly knows you. How could she love you already? She is terrified of the situation. She's a sweet girl," Gail said. "Plus, the sex was unprotected. She's considering taking the morning after pill." I felt guilty.
"Well, I think I love her," I said.
"Oh, Mark. Boys always think they love the first girl they lay. Maybe you can do some of that with me tonight, and I can help you realize that Melissa, while a wonderful girl, is not your true love. You'll find your true love. Patience, Mark," Gail was condescending with me, but she meant it sweetly, and that's how I took it. Plus, unless I misunderstood, was she offering to have sex with me? It sounded clinical, but I did not care!
Gail had pulled her hand away when I tried to hold it earlier, and my heart had sunk. But now, in a comforting gesture, Gail placed her hand on mine. Suddenly, Gail became blue herself, just as Melissa had become the previous evening. Her entire attitude changed, and she became flirtatious. She became lewdly suggestive. In the restaurant, she undid so many buttons of her blouse I could see her bra without making an effort. Everyone could.
Gail excused herself and went to the restroom. She returned without a bra or panties. That she was now without a bra was obvious. That she was also without panties only became obvious when she dropped her panties in my lap. I enjoyed looking at her boobs throughout dinner, even if they were blue.
The entire meal conversation was nothing but sexual double entendres. Impatient and frustrated, Gail said, "Let's skip dessert. Take me somewhere and fuck me, Mark. Take me anywhere; I can't wait long enough to get back to the room." I thought just then she was ready to fuck under our table, right there in the restaurant.
There was a park close to the restaurant. Gail found a bench that was free, and she pushed me down onto it. She unzipped my fly, noticing that I had a nice erection already. That was just from studying her boobs at dinner. Even her nipples had been easily visible. She proceeded to lift her skirt and to sit down on my cock. She lost it, humping me frantically, and moaning continuously. I knew other people in the park could tell what was going on, that this blue girl was fucking me silly right there in a public park.
After our park fuck, we went to my room, and Gail begged me to do the trick of touching my cock to watch it double in size. Then we fucked again. And again. Like Melissa before her she could not get enough, and we kept fucking until, again like Melissa before her, her pussy too became too sore to continue. I had to promise to see her the next night. It was freaky how much this followed the pattern with Melissa.
When I went to get Gail the next night, it was déjà vu. Gail was scared even to get close to me. She kept her distance. She told me she could no longer see me. She was not sweet and gentle about it as Melissa had been. She did not kiss me even, as Melissa had. She was brief, simple, and brutal. I saw Melissa standing nearby while I was there to collect Gail. Melissa blushed and giggled coquettishly. I almost felt she wanted to kiss me, to try again to rekindle the passion.
Gail however had confirmed to Abby (the third girl in the gaggle I met in the movie queue) what Melissa had already said: Both Melissa and Gail consider me to be a sexual marvel. But they found me so seductive, or irresistible, that they were scared of becoming sexual slaves to me. I was laughing bitterly inside at the absurdity of such a fear. It was a laughter that hurt.
I ended up not getting close enough to Melissa to kiss her (she blew me a kiss from afar). I took out instead another (and the last) of these girls, Abby. I took her to the local jazz club. This time I was careful not to touch Abby, just to see what would happen, or what would not happen. Abby however seemed to be determined to experience this sexual marvel that Melissa and Gail had described. So even without the benefit of my touching, she was flirtatious.I enjoyed flirting with Abby. I had flirted excessively with Melissa (Gail in contrast was all "let's get down to business and fuck"), but Melissa flirted mostly when she was blue. Now a non-blue girl was flirting with me. This was nice, and thrilling, but I suspected Abby was forcing herself to flirt.
Abby's heart was not in it. And why should it be? We hardly knew each other, and I was most definitely not her type. I became sad, and then in a comforting gesture, she reached over and took my hand before I could stop her. You guessed it: Abby quickly turned blue.
Now it was no longer an act. She too became desperate not only to fuck me, but to fuck me as soon as she could, and as much as she could. Abby removed her panties and gave them to me right there in the club. She did not even try to be discrete. She had chosen to wear blue panties on our date. It was clearly a sign.
In a bit of irony only I could appreciate, the musicians were playing the blues. Here I was, with a blue sexpot, having just removed her blue panties, and she took me to the dance floor, to dance to the blues. It was a slow dance, so this gave Abby the chance to hang all over me. She used that chance to great effect. She danced us to a dark corner. She managed to unzip my pants and get my erection to stick out. Oh, Jesus, I thought; not here!
But yes, it was there. Abby could not wait. She climbed up me, wrapped her legs around me, put her arms around my neck, and sat down on my cock. Abby was thin, and petite, so it was easy to hold her up when she wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck. Her skirt did not fall all the way back down. It must have caught in her legs. So anyone is the club could see her bare ass, and when she sat down on my cock, well, they probably saw a lot more, too. When she rode me, bouncing up and down, and remaining subtlety was lost.
There was something about Abby. I liked her. I hoped she would like me, especially after her "blue period." Melissa was my first, and she will always be special, even very special, and I still pined for her. Maybe even at some point she'll be up for another go-round, who knows? She clearly wants me on some level, but right now that level is buried a little too deep. But it would be nice to have a woman who likes me even when she's not blue! Maybe Abby will be that one?
Gail had shown me, by contrast, since she was not being at all sweet, just how sweet Melissa had been when she dumped me. Melissa truly cared for me, just not enough to have sex again. Gail did not even care for me. But Abby, ah Abby, she was a girl I could really like. So, when my cock entered her sweet blue pussy as she sat on it, right there in the jazz club, my sensations were intense.
I felt that Abby wanted to please me. For the other two, especially Gail, it was all about their own needs, which admittedly seemed to be intense. Abby was making an effort to please me. As she rose and fell on my cock, she was whispering, "God, Mark, you can really make love to a girl. I wish I had met you earlier. Oh sweet Jesus this feels good. Oh! Oh!" and then she kissed my neck, while she clawed at my hair.
While we fucked I unbuttoned her blouse, and removed her bra, exposing her gorgeous blue boobs to my voracious eyes. Abby did not mind. She has great boobs, too. They're not too big, and they're not too small. They are pert.
When I finally exploded inside her, she was now just calm enough to make it to my room.
Abby was a disheveled mess, with no bra and an open blouse, and no panties. She seemed not to care, as she exposed her boobs to the club and to anyone on the street as we walked back to my room. She seemed proud to be with me, to be my girl. My blue girl. Once at my room, she convinced me to touch my cock, to see the effects Melissa had told to Gail and Abby, and which Gail had verified for herself. Abby watched in awe as my cock slowly doubled in size.
Abby licked her lips, saying "Oh lover. I am so lucky you want me." It had never even occurred to me that a girl might worry if I wanted to fuck her! All I thought about was how they would never want to fuck me! We did it doggy style. It's hard to say who enjoyed it more.
Unlike Melissa and Gail before her, Abby was a moaner. This, I found, really turned me on. To have this blue sexpot moaning up a storm due to my cock I found highly erotic, in a macho sort of way. It was great for my ego. Abby managed to maintain her enthusiasm during seven of my fucks. I think she never would have stopped if I had not lied, and told her I was played out.
Without my finger, I would have been played out after two or three fucks, I'm sure. But part of this blue package was a seemingly unlimited capacity to fuck a blue girl.
Unlike Melissa and Gail, Abby spent the night. We fucked four more times the next morning. We talked, too. It was romantic pillow talk, and she told me what she wanted out of life, and what she feared. We got to know each other. It's nice to know a girl after you've had sex with her five or six times!
I was beginning to fall for Abby. But after the fourth fuck that fateful morning, Abby's blue skin changed before my eyes. The transformation took only a matter of minutes. She returned to her original skin color. My heart sank.
Whatever was happening, and I guess it was a spell of some sort, its effects on Abby were over. Now I would see if she liked me at all. I was scared. I was very scared. I felt I was in love with her.
Abby's whole mood changed. "I'm so sorry, Mark! I don't know what happened to me. I'm never sexually aggressive like I was last night. I can't believe we fucked in public at the jazz club. Do you think people saw us?" I nodded. "Oh my God that's so hot!" This was not the reaction I had expected. I was pleased. "You fucked me magnificently, by the way. I can't believe we did that! Everyone must think I'm a flaming slut!" Abby giggled at the thought.
"You are only my second lover," Abby continued. "I don't know what happened to me! You are a delightful man, and I like you a lot, but I don't think the attraction is sexual. I know this must sound crazy after fucking you what, ten times, last night and this morning. But it was as if I were possessed or something. I am so sorry. I am being so creepy!"
Abby started to cry. "I'm sorry Mark. You are so sweet, and I am such a creep. But I just can't do this anymore. I'm so sorry." Abby got up, and she got dressed. I enjoyed watching her nudity slowly disappear as she dressed. She was sweet, like Melissa had been, and knowing I was enjoying the view, she did precious little to keep me from seeing it. Well, after all, we had just fucked ten times! We had achieved a degree of intimacy, you might say. Why be modest now?
Well anyway, I'm grateful for small favors. Then unlike Melissa and Gail before her, who only wanted to run away when the blue wore off, Abby gave me an open mouth, sexy, and lingering kiss. I was so, so tempted to touch her skin with my finger, but I wanted the real Abby, not the enchanted one.
Abby noticed her kiss had made me hard. (I was still naked.) "Has anyone ever sucked you off, Mark?"
"No."
Abby then gave me a blowjob. She was no longer blue, and yet here she was, giving me a blowjob. I got excited beyond belief. I knew it was a farewell, blow off blowjob, but I was still thrilled. I had no basis for comparison, other than the quick suck Melissa gave me to get me hard again (which was also wonderful), so I did not know if it was a good blowjob or not, but I do know that I loved it. I knew enough however to know that blowjobs are special if the woman swallows. Abby swallowed. I especially loved it because she gave me this blowjob when she was no longer blue!
I think the blowjob helped to salve Abby's conscience, for then she left me with no regrets. It also helped to save my pride, because she gave me it of her own free will. Okay, probably she did it out of guilt, but Melissa and Gail had not even done that!
Left alone, I had some time to think things through. I did a Google search for this blue phenomenon, but of course found nothing. I avoided girls for a while until I figured this out.
There was one slipup. My chem lab partner was this girl Mary. She was the antithesis of hot. She was totally not sexy, and she even had bad breath. She was, however, a sweet person. At one point while we were titrating something, her hand slipped and it touched my hand. Like Melissa, Gail, and Abby before her, she became a sexpot in heat. To my eyes, she of course became blue.
This is how I discovered it worked both ways. I had not noticed it with Melissa, Gail and Abby, because they were objectively pretty and sexy even before their blue periods. But Mary was most definitely not! And yet, after Mary touched my hand and turned blue, I wanted her just as much as she wanted me. Needless to say, we got it on. Like the others before her, Mary could not wait. We actually had sex behind a stack of Bunsen burners in a corner of the chem lab.
The Bunsen burners did not really hide us. People could see us, and not only were we fucking, but Mary was naked. She did not seem to notice, and if she did, she did not care. I was a little embarrassed, but I was blue too, and really needed to fuck Mary just then. The need is overpowering.
It was Mary's first time. We went back to my room and Mary experienced her second, third, fourth, and fifth times. I even gave her the double my cock size treatment. Mafry spent the night, and we fucked again a few times in the morning.
Mary was different, though, because when her skin changed back to its normal color, she still wanted to fuck. This was new. I liked it. Now I could fuck Mary without the blue magic. She was my first non-blue fuck. This was progress!
My psyche could not handle yet another slip up, and since Halloween and therefore winter was near, I began to wear gloves. As a test, I let my glove covered hand brush against a girl's exposed skin. Nothing. No reaction. But this was not a practical solution, since my hands would sweat when I was indoors, and I looked strange always wearing gloves.
I went to one of the more imaginative labs in the college, and had a geek make me a glove just for my magical finger. It was thin, and unobtrusive. And it worked. Some people asked about it, and I just told them it was a medical condition. Usually that was enough. But when people pushed, in morbid curiosity disguised as concern, I made up stories. My favorite was that I had a touch of leprosy acquired during a trip to the Philippines, and this was part of the modern treatment for it. Nobody wanted to know more after that.
I had to learn more. I don't have a good relationship with my father, so I decided to ask my mother. My college was only 3 hours away from home, so I decided to go home for the weekend. My Mom gave me a big hug and made all my favorites foods for my welcome home meal. She even made pumpkin pie, in honor of the forthcoming Halloween. I love pumpkin pie. I saw her glance at my finger. She of course saw the high-tech finger glove from the university's biochem lab, and then I saw her blush.
This was the opening I needed. I got her alone. Before I raised the topic, she pointed to my finger and she said, "So it is in fact hereditary. Let me guess: it began on your 18th birthday?"
"Mom, why didn't you warn me?" I asked.
"Well I was hoping you would not have the curse. But then I thought, since you are a shy boy, you might enjoy being attacked by girls in heat?" she said.
"Well, yeah, at first I did. But it is a little weird to have sex with a girl who is blue, you know?"
"Blue?" my Mom asked.
"Yeah. While under the spell, the girls turn blue. But only to my eyes, apparently. When the spell wears off, they return to their normal coloring again, at least to my eyes," I said. Seeing the look on my mother's face, I said, "Are we talking about the same thing?"
"If you touch a girl with your middle finger of your right hand, the one currently covered, that girl feels a compelling need to have sex with you, right?" my Mom said. She somehow managed to say that sweetly.
"Yes, exactly, after she turns completely blue. But only to my eyes," I said.
"The blue illusion is new. For your Dad, he says we turn green," my Mom said.
"Dad has this finger thing, too?!" I exclaimed.
"Yes. Probably you heard me moaning when you were growing up?" I blushed. "He uses it on me all the time, almost on a daily basis. I'm not even sure if I like your Dad, but I feel compelled to have sex with him so often, I've just given up. He knocked me up with you when I was green, or at least I was green in his eyes," my Mom said.
"What about Annabel?" I asked. Annabel is my sister. "Does she have this curse, too?"
"I'm not sure it's a curse. You need to explore its power. Sex is only part of it. It might be different for each person. And as for Annabel, I think she does have it, too. I was green when your Dad got me pregnant with her, too. Hell, I'm almost always green. Your Dad likes sex, and he likes it with me. But Annabel's never mentioned it to me. She does not wear a glove as you do, so maybe she does not have it? We should ask her, though. She might be horribly freaked out."
Annabel is one year older than I am. She is hot, so I imagine she can have as many men as she wants without needing the blue (or green?) finger trick. For her, it might be a real problem. Girls tend to be fussier about who they sleep with than are us horny young guys.
"Why don't you go visit her at her college? Then you can let me know. As you know, Annabel and I are not close, sadly," my Mom said.
The very next weekend I went to Annabel's college. She gave me a huge hug when she saw me. We had always been close. It did not take her long to notice my finger. "So, Mark," she said, "What color do the girls become for you?"
In that sentence, I knew that she knew. "Blue," I said. "And for you?"
"With me, it's the boys. Magic seems to have a heterosexual bias. The boys become burnt orange," Annabel said.
"Have there been a lot of boys?" I asked.
Annabel laughed, a bit derisively. "What kind of question is that to ask of your sister?"
"You're right. Forgive me, please. I'm just a bit freaked out by this. It began on my 18th birthday, and that was two months ago," I said.
"How many girls in the last month, then?" Annabel asked.
"I thought we were not asking that question," I said, teasing her. "But I want to hear what happened to you after you turned 18. Concerning your finger, I mean. Will you tell me?
Annabel fell silent. She looked at me. Her eyes seemed to penetrate me, as if she were searching my soul. We stood still for a good five minutes.
"What happened to me is horrible. Can I trust you?" she said.
"Annabel, I'm your brother and I love you. Of course you can trust me," I replied.
"Okay," she said. Annabel hesitated, and then said, "It involves some embarrassing and intimate sexual details. I'm embarrassed to tell these to my brother. Do you understand?
"Yes," I said. "Go slowly and stop whenever you get too uncomfortable. I am here for you, Annabel. I love you. It's okay."
Apparently, I said the right things, because Annabel seemed to acquire some courage. She quickly said, "Do you want the executive summary, or the whole story?"
"Tell me as much as you feel comfortable doing. Maybe it will help," I said. I could tell she was upset.
Annabel took a deep breath. She spoke rapidly. "Okay. Here goes. To begin, I had no idea my finger had special powers. I was just an innocent freshman glad to be in college. I was excited, you know? The first weekend, the very first weekend in fact, I went to a welcome party. Everyone did. There was music and folk dancing."
"Folk dancing?" I said.
"It's that kind of school, I guess. What can I say?" Annabel replied. "Anyway, I joined in a dance where we all held hands and then moved on to the next person."
"Uh oh," I said.
"Yes, exactly. The first thing I noticed was that the boy on my right had turned a burnt orange color. It was the exact same color my finger had turned on my birthday. I stood there frozen in shock. So did the boy. Then my body got weird, and suddenly I wanted to make love with him. This of course was insane, so with a huge amount of will power I suppressed the urge, but I could tell he felt the same way, if not more so."
"The dance continued, and after around 15 minutes, my right hand, and my cursed finger, had turned four boys burnt orange. I wanted sex with all of them. And the four of them wanted sex with me. These were not casual wants. They were like irresistible compulsions. The only thing stopping me was that we were in public, at a dance, for Pete's sake!"
"The four boys all approached me at the same time. One kissed me and I lost it. I lost my resistance. I kissed him right back."
"I was already wet down there. You know what I mean," she said. I nodded. "Another boy came over, while I was passionately kissing the first boy, and he began taking off my top. I raised my arms to make it easy for him. A third boy unclasped my bra, and my boobs spilled out for the entire party to see. And I did not care! All four burnt orange boys surrounded me, anda few minutes later I was naked. I was as eager as the burnt orange boys."
"Were you freaked out that they were burnt orange?" I asked.
"Not freaked out so much as puzzled. And I did not understand why nobody else commented on it, or seemed even to notice. But I was distracted by having four boys sexually attacking me. You might say I was very distracted! I was a virgin at the time, but I forgot everything that night and welcomed anything and everything they wanted to do to me and with me. And they did everything: I fucked all of them, and one of them took me in the ass, too. I also gave my first two blow jobs," Annabel related.
"The whole party stopped and watched the spectacle. Some assholes took cell phone videos of the action. Apparently, I was moaning and screaming out my orgasms. When I'm orange, orgasms come quick and fast and are especially intense," Annabel said, and then she stopped. I don't know how many I had, but it was over ten. It was a lot, really, a lot."
"What was the fallout? Having a public gangbang and loving it cannot be a great way for a girl to start college, I suppose," I said.
"That's one hell of an understatement!" Annabel said. "And I still did not know why this was happening, remember?"
"So what happened?" I asked.
"I became the official slut of my college. I hid in my room and cried. The other girls shunned me. One of the gangbangers came over to apologize and to explain he did not know what happened to him. He felt compelled to have sex with me. He said I was his best lay. I'm still not sure if that is something to be proud of. I said that I did not understand what happened to me either, and we hugged,"
"Uh-oh," I said. "Did he turn burnt orange?"
"Yes, and he began again to be all over me. I was able to resist a little, and asked him if he noticed he was orange. He thought I was nuts. I brought him to a mirror, and in the mirror his image was normal. In the mirror's reflection he was not burnt orange. That's when I knew something was up."
"But I was enchanted too, so of course not only could I not resist him, I was as eager as he was. We did not make love, we just fucked, like rutting animals. He took me rear entry, and I fucked him on top, and then he wanted to tie me up. I could not say no. I also did not want to say no! Things went downhill from there. And all the time I was loving it."
"When did you figure out it was your finger?" I asked.
"The next morning, we both reverted to our normal colors, and then the passion was spent. He apologized a second time, and he wanted to give me a reassurance hug, but I would not let him near me. That's when I had the epiphany. I remembered when my finger got strange for a while on my 18th birthday, it had turned burnt orange in color. So I put gloves on my hands, and we hugged. It was fine. Then I took a gamble: I took off my gloves and hugged him again. We ended up having sex four more times. Now I just wear a bandage on that finger all the time.""Boys still come after me, mostly when they're horny and want to get laid, thinking I'm this amazing slut who will fuck anyone. One boy was so upset when I politely declined his offer of sex, that he beat me up. That's when I realized I had to go to a different school, and I transferred here. I hate this curse on my finger. It's now caused me to fuck at least ten guys! I think all told I've had about 40 orgasms while I've been orange. At this new college, so far nobody knows about my infamous gangbang. That's my story," Annabel looked at me, waiting for my response.
I did not speak. I was speechless. I just got up, walked over to her, and gave her a big, long hug. I kissed her neck while we hugged, and mumbled, "Well get through this, Sis."
We talked some more. I tried to reassure Annabel. We both trashed our Dad for not having warned us, but it was especially disastrous for Annabel. Annabel now repeated her question: how many girls my first months at college?
"One girl on purpose. She's named Abby. There were two other girls before I figured it out. Melissa (she was my first), and her friend Gail," I said. "Then my lab partner Mary accidentally touched my finger. I was not at all attracted to her, but when she was blue, I found her irresistible."
"Yes, that sounds about right. Not so bad. No gangbangs. One has to be very careful. I like your finger glove. Where did you get it?" Annabel asked. I explained.
"Clever," Annabel said. "But then, you always were a clever one."
After a pause, Annabel said, "You know, Mark, I'm curious. What do you think would happen if we touched our magic fingers together?"
"I think I would turn burnt orange, and you would turn blue, and we would fuck each other's brains out. You're sexy, even hot, as I'm sure you know, but you're my sister, and that would be incest," I said.
"There's another possibility, Mark. Maybe the two fingers would short circuit each other? Then we would be free of this finger curse."
"It might be fun to find out what it's like to be under the spell, you know? I've seen what it can do to four different women, one of whom was a virgin, but of course I have not experienced the magic myself, you know?" I said. After a moment I added, "Although it does affect me, too. But I assume it's less intense than with the girls."
"But this would be with your sister. Doesn't that give you pause?" Annabel said.
"I could do worse," I said. Annabel yelled "Thanks a lot!" and threw a pillow at me. I ducked, laughing, while Annabel giggled.
"If we do it, we have to agree to be okay with whatever the consequences are," Annabel said.
"Are you really thinking of doing this?" I asked. I was surprised. Incredulous, actually.
"Annabel?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yes, Mark?" she said, when I did not continue.
"Can I see you naked first? Before you become blue?" I asked.
"So, you really think we're going to go after each other under the spell?"
I nodded. "I'm convinced," I said. "And I'm okay with it."
"But you admit, it could cure us?" Annabel asked, a bit plaintively. I realized she was clinging to this false hope. It was this false hope that was letting her take the risk that she would soon lose control of herself and feel compelled to fuck me, her brother, until my cock fell off. I myself really liked the idea! I had always lusted after my sister. I suspected that at the least, she did not find the idea of us making love to be distasteful.
There was one thing that worried me. When a girl touched my finger we both became like animals, and were capable of nearly everything sexual, and basically craved it, too. If both our fingers touched, would the effect be magnified? And what would that mean? The unknown can be frightening.
"Yes, I admit it could cure us both," I said. I wanted her to do it. And after all, what did I really know? Nothing.
"Well, why don't you undress me first. But don't get fresh -- don't try anyting. And for God's sake, keep your finger in your special glove!" Annabel said. And she sexily unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, looking at me with her best bedroom eyes. Annabel's best bedroom eyes are damn good bedroom eyes. I don't see how any man, anywhere, could resist her if she used her bedroom eyes. My best guess is that most men do not resist her, actually.
I went to Annabel. I slowly, carefully unbuttoned her blouse, and softly pulled it off her shoulders. I unclasped her bra, removed it, and watched her glorious boobs spill out. I had dreamed of this exact moment so many times growing up. Now it was reality!
I resisted kissing her breasts. Instead, I went behind her and unzipped her skirt. I pushed it down and she stepped out of it. The only item left that gave Annabel privacy was her panties. They came off, too, with not even a hint of protest from my lovely sister. There she was, au natural, in her God given color, and not at all blue. Lordy, she was a vision. I could not get enough of her perfect body.
Annabel then undressed me. I think she was surprised to see my erection. "Is it just because I'm a naked woman standing before you, or is your hard on for me, sweet brother of mine?"
"My penis has a mind of its own," I said. "But to be honest, Sis, I'm sure it's both," I said.
"Your honesty merits a kiss," Annabel said, and she gave me the sweetest kiss a woman had ever given me. "I know you think I'll soon be clawing after you after our fingers touch, but I'm hoping our two fingers will neutralize each other. In that case, we will have this kiss, and our nudity, to remember this moment."
"Very wise," I said, letting Annabel keep her fantasy about our fingers. Meanwhile we were hugging, and my cock was rubbing on her tummy. No way she could miss that. She did not seem to mind, either. A good sign, I told myself.
But as for touching our fingers, who knows what will happen? Maybe she could be right? An equally off the wall theory is that the effect could square, and the mutual attraction would be four times stronger than normal, or last four times as long? I had just thought of that one, so I kept it to myself.
I was now naked. We both were. And we had kissed. Annabel bent down and kissed the tip of my cock. Then she shrugged and took my entire length in her mouth and down her throat. I said, "Oh, Jesus" in almost a moan as she did that. It felt so good! And Annabel was not even blue. But after one pump in her mouth and throat, she pulled away.
"Annabel?" I said, hesitantly. Still on her knees, with her nipples just grazing my legs, she looked up at me.
"Do you want to do the deed now, before we get our fingers involved? I've lusted for you for a long time, sexy sister of mine," I said.
"Mark, it's not obvious we're going to do the deed at all. Let's leave it up to the fingers," she said.
"But that's cheating. I need to know. Do you want me now? Even without magic?"
Annabel looked at me. "I don't know," she said. "I do, and I don't, both at once. It's different for girls, you know."
"Tell me about it," I said, trying to act more knowing and sophisticated than I felt, or actually was. I figured since Annabel let us become naked with each other, and she even swallowed my cock for a moment, at the least she had to have some desire for me. That much seemed obvious, and I was clinging to it.
"So, are you ready?" she asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I said. I dramatically removed my custom-made finger glove. I held my finger in front of me. Annabel did the same. I said, "On three." I counted, "One, two, three." Our fingers touched.
I don't know what Annabel expected to happen. I fully expected for her to turn blue, and for me to turn burnt orange, and for us to become two wildly rutting animals. Whatever Annabel thought might happen, I'm sure it is not what happened. Nobody could have foreseen what happened.
I noticed the physical changes first. My cock hurt, and I looked down at it and it was much too big. Worse, it was, well I don't know, let's call the color magenta. Actually, all of me was magenta. I looked over at Annabel. She was magenta too, and she was now totally exaggerated: bigger boobs, bigger hips, bigger lips. Then I looked at her magenta pussy, and the lips of her pussy, her vulva, were now gigantic. They were ready, I guess, for my freakishly large cock.
Then I began to tingle and shake. I felt dizzy and had to lay down before I fell down. Anna was the same. I noticed my color had changed to blue, while Annabel's had changed to burnt orange. We were both lying there, shaking, when I suddenly realized I was in Annabel's body. I turned my head towards my feet, looking down, and instead of seeing my stomach and penis, I was staring at Annabel's (or do I say my?) boobs.
"Annabel, are you in my body?" I asked. "I think I am in yours!" I spoke these words, but they came from Annabel's mouth, and they were said in her high pitched, feminine, sexy voice.
"I guess so," I heard my own voice say from my own body. "This is too weird," my own mouth (but not me! said, "but get ready Mark, because I am going to use your body right now to fuck the bejesus out of my own body, and dammit you're going to take it like the slut sister you are!"
Well that was something I never thought I would hear the usually proper Annabel say. And she said it using my own voice, too! Annabel, using my body, came over to me, in her body, and she roughly spread my legs, climbed over me with an evil smile on her (my!) face, and plunged her (my!) now monster cock deep into my (her!) engorged pussy as deep as it would go, in one fell swoop.
"God, you feel good," she said. "Or should I say I feel good? No wonder men like to fuck so much. This is awesome! God, you're so wet, so ready for me, you're pure velvet. Shit this is like heaven on Earth, Mark! You are so fucking lucky to be a man!"
I was busy dealing with my own feelings and emotion. Annabel seemed to have no problem adapting to being a man, namely me. But it was over the top strange for me to be fucked up the vagina! I felt somehow submissive, and no longer the macho dominating male feeling I had already grown to love when fucking all four blue lovers. Now I was the burnt orange recipient of one of those fucks.
I could not access, however, my usual macho, male emotions. They were just not there; they were gone! I had my brain, but Annabel's body and hormones, and womanly being. I suddenly felt Annabel's cock (my cock!) fulfilled me; it made me whole. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to be dominated. I wanted this wonderful man on top of me to drive me to ecstatic pleasures I never imagined. I had become a woman; Annabel had become a man. At least, that is, for this moment and this particular sexual liaison.
I had a sudden realization. I was having a never in a lifetime chance to experience how a woman felt when a man fucked her, and vice versa for my sister Annabel. Well, in reality, I was already experiencing it, as Annabel was already in the throes of fucking me with the enthusiasm of the possessed! Literally.
I also noticed that my body was responding with equal enthusiasm! And that was my last thought as Mark the man. I became Annabel, the woman, letting my brother ravish me with his giant cock as nobody had ever done before.
Mark reared up, withdrawing his cock almost to the tip, and then plunged down all the way, over and over again. He was grunting with the effort, and Annabel was screaming out moans in return. Annabel had wrapped her shapely legs around Mark's back, pulling him ever deeper inside her, and she began to claw at his back with her fingernails, driving him crazy with ever more lust.
It was a lust filled fuck of the first order, but it was much more than that: It also was shaped by the extraordinarily deep sibling love the two of us shared, and the narcissistic feelings of not knowing who was really fucking whom? Mark's body was giving it hard to Annabel's body, but what exactly did that mean here?
Mark, or Annabel, or whomever was inside Annabel's body just then was forced to stop thinking, as she built towards what was clearly going to be a mega orgasm. When the inevitable happened, and Annabel's body climaxed, both lovers passed out momentarily. All Mark could see was an explosion of colors. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. The colors were swirling, one blending into the next, like clouds of colored gasses intermingling. He wanted it never to stop.
But it did stop, and Mark woke up to find his body and his cock had resumed its relentless fucking, as Annabel was positively gleefully fucking her own body mercilessly. Mark looked at her eyes, and wondered if she were possessed? He could only see whites. Where were her eyeballs? "His" pussy and vaginal canal was sending waves of pleasure up to his (her!) brain and they were very different from the type of pleasure he had experienced when he had fucked those four blue girls. It was equally wonderful, but different.
Annabel's body was building towards climax number 2. Mark realized women could have multiple orgasms during only one long fuck. Good to know. He lost the ability to think as the erotic pleasure waves washed over him (or her), and Mark simply gave in to it. He could tell it was only seconds or a minute away, then suddenly the cock went deep and stopped, and he felt the cock ejaculate its load inside him (her). What a feeling! Then it did it again! And again! And then, nothing.
Annabel's body wanted more, and it tried to coax Mark's body into more motion, more activity, more something! But it was not to be. The cock was done for now, and what's done is done. Mark's body collapsed onto Annabel's body, and just lay there. Mark could feel his body's chest pressing against Annabel's boobs, and it felt nice. Of course, he was using Annabel's boobs to feel his own chest resting there.
That's when the panic began. Was he going to stay inside Annabel's body? Had he permanently become his own sister? Annabel was having the same panic and at the same time! Could they undo what they had inadvertently done? Was it time to pray?
Annabel (in Mark's body) stood up, totally panicked. Mark, in Annabel's luscious body found his/her legs too rubbery to quickly stand, and almost fell over. Annabel caught him. She understood what Mark did not. They looked at each other.
Suddenly they could exchange thoughts without speaking. They had a lightning fast debate. To an outsider, it would have seemed that two siblings, having just engaged in passionate sex, with exaggerated sexual organs and once again both colored magenta, were just staring at each other. But they were in fact conversing.
They had decided what to do. Mark (using Annabel's body) counted to three, and they touched fingers a second time. Mark saw the clouds of intermingling colors again, and his mind went dead. He felt as if he were falling through time and space. Even though I'm in Annabel's body, I'm Mark, so I will tell this in my own voice.
As I fell, I passed all sorts of things. I somehow knew I was seeing our ancestors; all of them had glowing fingers, as they appeared before me and then disappeared, one by one. Their dress was of their own time, and I knew just barely enough history to guess what century each ancestor was in.
Being a math geek, I counted the centuries as I descended through time. I count everything, you see. I went back all the way to the 12th century. I was fairly sure I was standing in front of Merlin, the most famous magician in history.
"What century are you from, you gorgeous vision?" Merlin asked. Remember, I was still in Annabel's body, and I was still naked. Probably I was dripping cum, too.
"Twenty-first," I replied.
"And you're still stupid enough to touch fingers?" Merlin shook his head in despair. "I expected more progress by then."
"Sorry, I said. It was my sister's idea, you see. My brain is inside her body."
"Oh! So you're going to fuck your own sister? With each of in each other's body? This is working better than I ever imagined. Can I watch?" Merlin asked. I looked at him.
"Sure," I said. "Whatever you want." After I said that, suddenly I was back in the present.
Annabel appeared before me, still in my body. As soon as I saw myself I knew my body was going to plunder Annabel's, which was now mine, and Ged, did I want him to do so. I felt so submissive, wanting that big strong cock inside my renewed and hungry pussy. I just had to be taken, and taken roughly, too. "My blue God," I said to myself/Annabel. Annabel took my hand and led me to a bed that had just magically appeared.
"Merlin wants to watch," I said.
"I know," my sister said, using my deep bass voice. "I don't care who watches! I need you now, you gorgeous sexpot. Spread your legs," and Annabel roughly pushed me down, forcing my legs apart. He leaped onto me, and with the haste of the possessed, he found my entrance and plunged right in. I was wet and ready for her/me, and my/her exaggerated vagina grabbed her/my exaggerated cock and held on, not that there was any danger we would not stay there to fruition. During the sex, while Annabel was fucking me as strongly as she could, and I was submissively loving it, our brains returned to our own bodies. It took me a minute to realize I was now fucking my sister in her own body, and the moans were coming from my sister, no longer from me inside her body. My dream was becoming reality!
I loved being a man again, being in charge of my own body, and the gay panic from having so enjoyed being Annabel while she was royally fucked, left me as quickly as it had entered me. I fucked her for all I was worth, needing to validate my male macho nature, and judging from her moans and little cries, she enjoyed it as much as I did, if not more.
When I finally came, she of course wanted more. She sucked me hard, and then she said, "Rear entry, you bastard." She got on all fours, wiggling her sexy ass at me. I accepted the invitation, with enthusiasm. I loved watching her enlarged boobs bounce around as her body rocked under my onslaught. God, this was fun!
We fucked like that seven times, and we would have fucked more, but I suddenly ran out of steam. "You're no longer burnt orange, lover," Annabel said. I looked at my blue sister and I watched as the beautiful blue color quickly faded away, leaving her natural color behind.
A voice said, "Thanks, kids. Great show. I have to go." We looked around. There was nobody there. But I recognized the voice. So too did Annabel. "Merlin," we both said at the same time. I then laughed, and Annabel giggled. Annabel told me later she got even more turned on at the idea someone was watching, even if he had been dead for around 900 years.
"You just lost your blue. I looked at my cock: it was back to normal. So were Annabel's pussy lips, but perhaps as a souvenir, her enlarged boobs seemed to stay that way. She looked at them and frowned. "No such thing as boobs that are too large," I said. "You look even sexier."
"Look, Sis. I need to fuck you without the aid of magic." Before Annabel could protest, I pushed her back down, forced her legs apart, and I plunged right in and began pumping away. Annabel never said yes, but she never said no, either. Instead she simply began to moan, wrapping her legs around me as I now knew was her signature move, and I kissed her boobs, and then in a fit of courage I kissed her lips. Thank God, she kissed me back.
It is really sexy to kiss a woman while the two of you are fucking. I felt her nipples brushing against the hair on my chest as we kissed. I loved it.
Having already fucked her seven times during her blue period (and my burnt orange period!) I had lasting power. This became a 40-minute fuck before I was able to unload inside her, and fill her even more full with my load. She did not seem to mind, but I felt she was glad when it finally ended. Who could blame her?We rested quietly, processing all that happened.
"I'm going to a Halloween party tonight. Want to see my outfit?" Annabel asked. "I'm not sure it will still fit me with my new boobs."
"They're your same boobs. They're just bigger."
"Silly boy. You knew that's what I meant. Be right back." Annabel kissed me before she left the room. It was a lingering kiss, and I felt like taking her yet again, but she broke the kiss and left to get her costume.
I watched my naked sister walk with a wiggle out of the room, her boobs happily jiggling in front of her. I found my underwear and I began to get dressed. Annabel returned dressed as the sexiest witch on the planet. She was practically a witch in a bikini, and the smallest part of her costume was trying desperately to cover her now bigger boobs. Indeed, it was straining mightily to cover them. I felt as if the nipples could pop out to say hello at any minute!
The bottoms looked as if they could slide down and reveal her pussy at the slightest push. I gave them a little push to see, and of course I was right.
"Evil brother," Annabel said, giggling, as she pulled them back up.
"Wow!" I said. "Every wizard at the party is going to want to fuck you if you show up in that! And be careful when dancing. It would take very little to render you naked!"
"That's the idea. Nobody would dare to do it, but the possibility is there, and that makes me sex," she said.
"You are intrinsically sexy, Annabel. You don't need to dress provocatively. But that said, I love it!" I replied.
"Want to come to the party? You could be my wizard and protector, you big hunk," she said. "I may need a protector, given how sexy my outfit is, especially with my new boobs."
"I don't have a costume," I said.
"The costume stores will be open late tonight. It's their biggest day of the year. Come on, it will be fun!"
I decided to join her. I bought a costume. At the entrance to the party, and just before we went inside to join the fun, I asked my sister, "Want to go as a blue witch?"
"Only you can see the blue, Mark," she said. "I did see it, when I was in your body, and it's beautiful indeed. But when I'm in my own body, I can't see it."
"That was before we touched fingers. It might be different now. Everything else is," I said, as I removed my protective finger glove.
"But if you touch me with your finger, I may want to rape you right here at the front door of the party. And you'll want to rape me just as much. We'll be out of control. We can't have that!" Annabel exclaimed.
"There are bushes over there," I said, pointing. Annabel giggled. "It's a risk I'm willing to take," I added, smiling broadly. Annabel giggled some more. "Besides, you already want badly to fuck me right now, don't you?" I added.
"Why yes. Yes, I do. Is it that obvious?" Annabel asked. It was as if she were realizing it as she spoke.
"It's obvious only to me. Only to me," I replied.
"Touch me, you devilish wizard," Annabel said. I did. We resisted going to the bushes, although we both looked longingly at them.
The blue witch was the hit of the party. Every single man there hit on her. She could have had them all, and without using her finger, in a massive gangbang, had she wanted. Of course, she did not want that again! She clung to me, her wizard and protector. When the other girls asked how she had turned herself blue, she recommended them to me.
Towards the end of the party, when the sexiest girl in the party who was not my sister, asked if I could turn her blue, I warned her that if I did, she would feel compelled to fuck me. She laughed. "More than I do already?" she said.
She became serious. Looking at me, she said, "That's a risk I'm willing to take." She ran her tongue over her upper lip in a totally seductive move. She also winked. Then to make it even more clear, she made a quick adjustment on her outfit to show even more of her boobs to my hungry eyes.
I took her upstairs to a bedroom, touched her, and she turned blue. She was stunned for a minute, just as the four girls at my college had been. The closet door in the bedroom had a full-length mirror. She looked at herself in it. "Am I blue everywhere?" she asked me. "Even down there?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing full well what she meant.
"Is my pussy blue?" she brazenly asked. I liked this witch.
"Yes," I said. Hoping she would strip naked, I said, "But don't trust me, you sexy witch. Strip, and see for yourself.
The blue witch looked at me, and said, "Nice try, Mark, but I'm not..." and apparently, the full blue force hit her. She said nothing, but simply stripped naked, and she said, "Fuck me, you bastard." She got on all fours on the bed and she wiggled her ass, invitingly.
As I entered her from behind, the door opened, and the wickedly sexy blue witch of the west entered, being pulled into the room by a burnt orange stud of a wizard. They joined us in the bed, and we each watched the other couple fucking for a few minutes, and then we swapped. The other two did not mind, because it turns out Annabel and I could transfer and control the lust of the people we enchanted. And I now knew, I knew for sure, nobody does it for me like my sister does. Apparently, and luckily, she feels the same way about me.
We survived the party, and Halloween itself. I was one sexually sated man. I was now back at Annabel's dorm room, on the morning of All Saints' Day. We had made plans to go visit the cemetery where our grandparents were buried.
We had made love. It was not raw sex as it usually was when our fingers were involved. It was sex as an expression of love. I truly enjoyed having taking her once again, this time calmly and lovingly, without the interference or aid of our fingers.
Now we were in post coital bliss. II was idly fondling Annabel's luscious boobs, when she said, "Mark, what do you think would happen if we touched someone else, with both our fingers at the same time? There's another Halloween party tonight, you know."
My sister has a wicked mind. It just makes me love her more.