John Arkins was sitting in his room, doing his weekend homework, as he usually did on Friday nights. He was the kind of person who liked to get these kinds of tasks out of the way. He led a relatively quiet life. He consistently preformed above average on his grades and was a notable member of the senior year Track and Field team. Most 18 year old boys with his looks would probably spend their Friday nights with friends, or at parties, but he just didn't feel comfortable in the social scenes that his peers enjoyed.
He sat at his desk, reviewing his work. He was confident of what he already did but was encouraged to always double (and if need be triple) check his work by one of his favorite teachers. He was listening to a random "Beats to study by" video off of YouTube, with ear buds in. Letting the calming music keep his mind steady and, and the ear buds block out any distraction. But the music stopped suddenly. Checking his smartphone, he saw a low battery warning. His first instinct was the plug the charger in, but he then realized he had leant it to his 'sister' earlier. And realizing this filled him with a quick flash of dread as he pulled out his ear buds and heard the noises coming from his sister's room,
The sounds where faint, but with his good hearing, the thin wall separating their rooms, and him simply knowing her that well, he could make it out.
A distinct combination of her bed's box spring cricking, as the bed frame was put under a heavy strain, and her loud voice going "Ah, ah, ah, ah..." and a clearly male voice making complimenting sounds.
John rubbed his hands over his face. His cellphone charger was in the room of Blair Darwill, as she engaged her own idea of an ideal Friday night.
He could simply knock on her door and ask for it back. Blair wouldn't find John interrupting her 'activities' too awkward, she probably wouldn't even find it to annoying. To her, stopping sex for a moment was liking pausing a movie. But John was another story. John knew would come to her door, wearing something like a robe, or just a bed sheet only being kept in place by her hand. Giving John ample views of her curvy body. Not to mention the possibility of making eye contact with whatever random boy she currently had in her bed. John found the prospect very awkward.
Clearing his head John remembered Blair's mother keeps a universal cellphone charger in the downstairs junk draw. So, he simply made his way down the upstairs hall, passed Blair's bedroom door, and down the stairs.
...
Johnathon Gabriel Arkins was the orphaned son of Michael, and Joan Arkins, and originally an only child. He was the pride and joy of the simple religious couple. Johnathon's formative years wear spent being installed with his parents' ideal of a Christian lifestyle. Simplicity, hard work, and an even keeled approach to life. And it led them to a seemingly idyllic suburban lifestyle.
But Michael and Joan died when John was only 13. The both of them being only children themselves, and none of John's grandparents in any shape to look after him, John was taken in by his parent's best friend, Felora Darwill. She allowed John to call her by her actual name, but he tried to avoid it, finding it disrespectful to call at parental figure by a casual kick name. So, he called her "Ms. Darwill" earlier on, but he did eventually find himself calling her "Mom".
The relationship between Felora and his parents was something of a mystery to him. His parents where traditionalistic church goers, and Felora was a fairly liberal, agnostic, single Mother, yet he found himself in her care, in accordance with his parent's will. After all these years, John still hadn't figured out why his parents chose her as his guardian. She was nice enough, kept him fed, dressed, and safe, but her apparent value set seemed to be a juxtaposition to what his parents would have wanted.
John felt something was off when he couldn't convince Felora or Blair to go to church with him regularly. They gave it a try, but they said they didn't feel right there, But Felora did respect his own beliefs, and drove his to service every Sunday until he got his license. But the big difference came when it was time for both him and Blair to be given 'the talk'.
John's parent's gave him some Church approved abstinence training before their deaths. But his new adoptive Mother preferred a more 'open'. John was uncomfortable, but he went along with it, out of respect. He was given information about birth control, and how not to make other's feel uncomfortable, but he had a hard time understanding when she said he was allowed to bring girls (or even boys) into his bedroom if he wished. Even allowed to have them spend the night.
Any other hormonal, teenaged boy would probably have taken full advantage of this openness. But John was different. His parent's values where his true inheritance, at least that's how he saw it. Most of his old Sunday School classmates had gone through rebellious phases by his age. But not only where they under the thumb of parents who were more authoritative then his, but also parents that were still alive to be defied. All John had was memories, and he learned to value keeping the memories of lost loved one alive, and that's how he did it. A High School career defined by good grades, and model behavior.
John's adoptive Sister was, again, another story. Blair was that teen that embraced her Mother's open attitude towards sex. She started dating as soon as she could find a willing boy (not a challenge for her) and seemed to abandon her virginity the first chance she got. At first John was made uncomfortable with the revolving door for male suitors Blair entertained. But he eventually found the idea of pre-marital sex happening under the same roof as him mundane. Though he still tired not to think about it.
But the worst had to be when Blair turned her sites on him. 6 feet tall, dark blue eyes, and dirty blond hair, and a handsome face, John was definitely a looker, and his athletics, and natural metabolism gave he a toned body to match.
If Blair had it her way, they would have lost her virginities. But he showed no interest, and she was impatient. But over time, Blair couldn't ignore what she recognized as prime sex partner material that she shared a wall with.
Blair was 5 foot, 5 inches had flowing, red hair, piercing dark blue eyes, and curves that made her the envy of the girls in her class, and the object of every boy's attention.
Blair started by dropping subtle hints around him. Dressing in smaller, tighter clothes around the house, leaning or pressing against John's sides (particularly with her breasts) whenever she could. Asking him questions about his dating life, with somewhat suggestive tones of voice. But the longer John went without responding, the more forward she became.
She started walking around the house in her underwear. A few mornings, she would make breakfast for the family in an apron that gave in impression what that was all she was wearing. Not that the sight of her panty clad backside was any less arousing.
Near 'accidents' when John almost saw her naked as she left their shared bathroom after a shower. Even taking showers that where so long, John was forced to use the toilet while she showered on a few occasions. Occasions that she would use to try and draw his attention to her body, even it was behind the glass of a shower door.
She also would complain to John about how 'lonely' she would feel without a guy around. And how none of her partners where 'boyfriend material'.
"It's just that...None of the boys in town seem to really get me.
"I don't just want sex...Well I want sex, a lot, but I also want someone I like spending large amounts of time with, kinda like I am with you John." Blair once said to him, as she talked about their respective dating live, while sitting next to each other on the couch.
"Ah, have you considered holding off on sex, at least until you know the guy better. I've heard that a great way to know whether or not a guy just wants sex is making him wait for it." John answered back.
"Yeah, I've heard that to. But I don't see it that way. If a guy and me really did click, what should it matter how early on we banged? At least the way I do it now, we have a little extra fun while seeing if we're compatible." Blair said, giving john a bit of a suggestive wink.
"Well, I may not have dated as many girls as you have dated guys, but I do find that the first few dates are better spend learning the basics about a person."
"I find that how someone is in bed is one of the basics."
John felt the conversation begin to get more uncomfortable for him.
"I mean, what if you do kinda like being around a person, but they just suck in the sack." Blair continued, her langue getting more risqué as she went on.
"Ah...If two people truly did care about each other, the intercourse would always be good." John feebly tried to answer.
Blair let out a bit of a laugh, that kind you would give for a child acting silly.
"Oh, there is so much to it than that. Anyone can have sex, but it takes some skill to make it great. You see, it's like any other part of a relationship, the couple has to work it out for themselves, and make their own kind of dynamic for it. That's the difference between things like a one night stand and making love." Blair said. And shifted her position so that she was on her knees, facing John, bent forward to give him a view of her cleavage.
John began to feel even more uncomfortable. John felt like he could resist sex if it was just mindless pleasure, but what Blair said made it sound so natural and romantic. Like it was God's way of showing couples weather they were meant to be. Blair did have this way of getting to him. When she got into a certain mood around him, he could almost feel his resolve weakening. If every guy was like this around her, it was easy to see why her love life was so active and had such a turnover rate.
"Ah...ah...how would you know, you just said how you can't keep a guy around for that long, maybe you're expecting too much out of something as base as sexual relations?" John felt like that was a good comeback, but Blair seemed unphased by it.
"Well, maybe I'm not the best authority on it, but Mom sure it. And she was the one who gave me that advice. Didn't she do the same for you."
John got even more nervous. Having to think back to the sex talks Felora had given him. Though none of them where quite like what Blair was mentioning. "N...no, she didn't say anything about that...exactly."
"Well, I guess you were still kinda adjusting back then, and she didn't want to overwhelm you. But seriously, little bro (she as only older than him by a few months".) You could be having so much more fun by this point. It's not like you would have a hard time finding a girl who wouldn't mind a little 'fun' with you. I can even set you up with one of my friends."
John started to feel a haze come over his head.
"Or..." Blair said as she crawled over to John. "...If you're nervous about embarrassing yourself with a girl, and her blabbing about it, I could always show you the ropes first." Blair said as she leaned against John's side, her breast pressing up against his left arm. "After all, there are already rumors going around about the two of use. So, what would be that harm of making them true?"
"What...what rumors?" John asked.
"Oh, just the usually, I'm hot, your pretty attractive yourself, everyone already knows how I am, so a few just assume we've been FWB (Friends with Benefits) for a while now."
Hearing that snapped John to his senses. "Why would anyone think that!?" He said moving away from her touch.
Seeing his mind clear up, Blair just answered. "Oh, just the usual logic. I love sex with boys, you are a boy, we live together, and even though I consider you my brother, we aren't biologically related, we're both over 18, so...you know."
"And you haven't cleared any of that up?"
"Why bother, if I denied it most people would just think one or both of was ashamed about sex with an adopted sibling and I was just covering it up. Besides, you get a lot of extra respect from the boys, because they think you have completely unlimited access to me. Which makes you the envy of a lot of them."
"I...I don't want any of that. I don't want anyone thinking I'm sleeping with someone who calls me brother, or that I would take advantage of the daughter of someone who took me in."
"Actually, most people think I took advantage of you."
"Whatever, I don't want anyone to think that about me."
"Well deny it around school if you want, just be careful, if you go around just telling everyone you're NOT having sex with your sister, people are gonna think you ARE having sex with your sister.
"And that's not even touching on the virgin shaming. You may think abstinence deserves respect, but I've heard a lot of nasty things from virgin boys, mostly before I took their virginity. It could arguable be seen as an act of charity, I helped a lot of boys stop being teased for stupid reasons."
The conversations had taken so many weird turns, John couldn't take it. He was feeling lightheaded. So, he simply excused himself, and went to take a cold shower.
And that was just one of many examples of Blair broadcasting her feelings for John. From her steeling his first kiss under the Mistletoe one Christmas, to the fact that she had managed to show him nearly every inch of her body at some point, the only exception being her nipples, pussy, and most of her butt crack. And John could tell that not seeing her completely naked hadn't helped his situation, for it just let his imagination go wild.
Either way, practicing abstinence under the same roof as Blair Darwill, even if she was legally his sister, was challenge that John felt could be worthy of a Biblical tale.
...
John rummaged through the junk draw and found the charger and made his way back upstairs.
As he made his way down the hallway, he noticed something strange.
Blair's bedroom door was opened. What was strange about that was that it was closed when he walked past it just a minute ago, and he could still hear Blair and her 'date' going at it.
Before he could process it, he found himself standing at the perfect angle to see Blair's bed from the hallway, and he lost any train of thought he might have had before that.
John saw Blair, naked, with her back facing the open doorway, bouncing up and down on top of some random guy.
From the angle he was staring from, he couldn't see her nipples, or his penis in her vagina, but he didn't need to see those to know what was going on.
John was unsure exactly how long he stood there. It couldn't have been very long at all, but for the brief moment when he did, it felt like it went on forever.
It was like Blair was moving in slow motion. One moment she was leaning forward. Her breasts hanging her the guy's face. Her hands leaning on his shoulders. Her nails digging into his skin. While his hands held on to her hips. Helping to keep her pelvic movements steady. Then Blair straightened her back, letting her long red hair swing over her head, as she moved her arms behind her to brace herself as she changed the rhythm with which she was grinding on the guy beneath her, while he moved his hands up from her hips, to squeeze her C-cup breasts, all while both of them moaned out in sounds of ecstasy.
John couldn't take looking at it anymore and rushed back to his room. Slamming the door behind him, not caring if he disturbed the couple in the next room.
He throws the charger on to his desk. His mind was swimming in a mess of lustful thoughts he couldn't control. It felt like a haze of sex, of sickly sweet perfume, and Human sweat has taking over his brain. He tried to breath evenly, to clear his mind, but it wasn't working, and he found himself forgetting all the mental tricks to stave of temptation he learned from church.
There was only one thing he could do. He laid down on his bed and pulled down the sweatpants he was wearing that night.
His hand went for the split in the front of his boxers and pulled his dick out.
It had started hardening when he saw Blair having sex, and it was rock hard by this point. At 6.1 inches long, and 4.1 inches in girth.
As ashamed as it made him, this would not be the first time he masturbated to thoughts of his adoptive sister. She truly was the center piece of the Christian boy's shameful spank bank.
As his hand began moving up and down on his member, he imagined himself in the position of that boy in her room right now, whoever he was. Blair bouncing up and down on him, and her red hair flowing as she moved her body, his hands having full access to every inch of her body, especially her breast. And as he went on his imagination got more vivid. Images of Blair in sexy lingerie. In sexy posses on her bed, his bed, their mother's king sized bed. Her dancing for him, in dark rooms full of scented candles. Him on top of her. Driving himself deep into her depths, her looking up at him with eyes full of lust and love. John's imagination did strange things to him when he got like that. What was it about Blair that drew this out of him?
...
Meanwhile, in Blair's room.
She was grinding away on top of Bryce. Her Pussy clenching around his cock. Bryce was too lost in his own pleasure to notice the weird movements of the inside of her cunt.
How it pressed and sucked on just the right spots on his hard dick.
The two of them had been at this for a while now. Blair had already had a couple of orgasms and was on the verge of one more.
In a heavy, breathy voice, Blair asked. "Are you close?"
"Yeah, yeah, almost there." The teen with shaggy hair answered back. He was surprised at how long he had lasted. Blair's pussy was everything his friends made it out to be. It felt like the kind that would make a boy bust his nut quickly if he wasn't careful. But 'Blair Darwill had ways of getting what she wanted' as her reputation said.
After almost another minute of fucking, Blair's pussy contracted, and began to suck Bryce's average sized cock. The sensation seemed to be the last he needed to push him over the edge. His ball tightened, and a stream of cum shot out of his dick. It felt like a seal had been released from his dick for a moment.
"Ahhhhhh" Blair called out.
"Ooooohhhhh" Bryce yelled in return.
It only took Blair a moment to catch her breath and regain her composure. Letting his deflating penis slip out of her, she hopped off of her bed. Then she reached for Bryce's dick, and pulled the cum filled condom off. Then she walked over to her mirror and makeup table, where she took her hairbrush, and began to smooth out her hair, which got messy during the sex.
Once Bryce got his breath back, he stood up and walked over to Blair, and wrapped his arms around her mid-section. "So baby, did you like the ride?" He cheekily asked.
Putting on a humoring smile, Blair said, "Well, you did make an otherwise boring Friday night a bit enjoyable. But I think we're done here. If you wanna smuggle, you might want to go find you girlfriend. Though I would suggest a shower and a change of clothes first, I heard she can be the jealous type."
Bryce was thrown off by the casual reminder of his infidelity, and let go of Blair, then started gathering his clothes. "You didn't seem that scared of her when you invited me over?" He said, at a loss for a good comeback.
"Oh, I'm not sacred of her, I'm sacred for you, and what her brother would do if she asked him." Bryce felt a bit of a shock and fear go through his mind. How could he let himself forget about his girlfriend's scary older brother? "But if she does sick him on you, feel free to send him my way. I like the insecure types who try to hind behind muscle and attitude. I would have him calling me 'Mama' in no time." Blair smugly said.Something about the tone of her voice struck a nerve in Bryce. When he finished getting dressed, and was about to leave, he said. "You can be one bitchy little slut, you know that?"
The insult didn't phase Blair in the slightest. "Yet you thought I was good enough to cheat on you girlfriend with and will probably brag about your little 'conquest' here as soon as you think it won't get you a a** whooping.
"Goodnight, get home safe. Feel free to call me up next time you're horny and your girlfriend is away."
At a loss for words, the teenager walked out in a huff. Making a b-line for the stairs, and front door.
Once Blair was sure he wasn't coming back, she placed her hair brush down on the table and moved her hands over her still slightly messy hair. Without even touching any of it, each strand of her hair moved perfectly into place for her preferred style. And laid smooth, and bright on top of her head. After that she closed her eyes in focus and every bit of sweat from both her and Bryce dissolved off of her body, taking with it the smell of a clumsy teenager's idea of sex.
Blair looked at herself in the mirror, she looked fresh and clean, more ready to have sex then someone who just had it.
She still had the used Condom clenched in between her fingers. Bryce didn't even suspect she would try and keep it.
Leaning her head back and opening her mouth, an unnaturally long tongue unfurled itself from her jaw, ending with a fork. She held the condom over her snake like tongue and squeezed the fresh cum on to it.
Retracting her tongue, and smacking her lips, Blair closed her eyes as the white substance was converted into pure energy and absorbed by her whole body. She also sampled the taste it left on her tongue. She learned he could stand to lay off the junk food, and workout a bit more, other than that, he's in good health, he also had a decent sperm count. That made her think of a rumor about how one of his ex-girlfriends had to go to the local Planned Parenthood clinic because of him. Which would explain why he was so good about having a condom on his person. Blair appreciated that. Her kind didn't have to worry about STDs for unplanned pregnancies, but her mother told her to encourage Humans to use protection. She didn't want any rumors that she might be a disease spreader messing with her access to her food supply.
As she threw out the now empty condom, she contemplated how fitting it was that her little snack had come in a plastic wrap, Horny teenagers where truly the junk food of succubae. Easy to come by, gave them a boost of energy, but hardly the staple of a good diet. Since turning 18 she had a few older partners. Mostly college students who occasionally turned up at the better parties her classmates throw. And she did manage to sneak into a bar on a couple of occasions to bag herself a mature man. But her mother had yet to allow her on any of her own 'hunts'.
Keeping up appearances was important to them. And Felora Darwill didn't think taking your 18 year old daughter bar hoping was not a thing normal Humans would do. Sometimes, Blair suspected her Mom was afraid of her stealing the attention of the men away from her. But she never seriously considered it. Her mother could trap the attention of a room of boys when in competition against a group of co-ed bimbos.
Blair leaned against her make up table. Despite her recent sexual release, she felt a familiar twinge of frustration creep up on her. She had just allowed yet another run of the mill high schooler access to her pussy, for want of a superior partner. "You should really appreciate your unfettered access of the young and viral while you can. Trust me when I say, a grown woman would love to be able to flirt with a young stud without getting judgmental stairs." Her mother once told her. That was easy for fully grown, and fully experienced succubus to say. But Blair did not have to benefit of seeing sex with her senior year classmates as nostalgic, like her mother did.
But that wasn't her main issue, the root cause of her frustration, was on his bed, in the next room over, currently, furiously masturbating to thoughts of her.
John was a special boy. Out of all the boys she ever had to apply pressure to seduce, he was the only one to never truly gave in. The possible foot source she never got to tap into, in her own home. How would a hungry Human handle never getting to eat the best version of their favorite food, but having it waved in front of them every day? The taboo aspect was a bit of a draw to, Succubae never put much store around Human taboos, but having spent her whole life living the life of a typical Human girl, she could appreciate the naughty thrill of being fucked by a boy she called 'brother', but the thing that really drove her crazy was John's untapped potential.
Succubae had what could be called a sixth sense for sexual energy. And some Human just had better fields of it then others. Many factors played a role. Sexuality, sex drives, how their individual fetishes developed, and how they choose to express their sexuality. But some where simply naturally gifted. And John sure was gifted.
John was ignorant of this himself of course. But her Mom told it was actually hereditary. Some time Blair found the irony of a staunchly Christian family carrying around such potential funny, but then she felt angry at what backwards Human superstitions could do to people, and to her own kind.
Before she could think about this any further, she felt a disturbance behind her.
Turning around she saw her mother sitting on her bed, with her legs crossed. Felora Darwill was very much an older vision of her daughter. They looked nearly identical, except Felora was taller, at 6 foot 2. Had broader shoulders, thicker thighs, a bigger ass, and double D breasts. A busty Milf to a petite teen.
Unphased by her mother's sudden appearance, and uncaring of her own nudity, Blair simply walked towards her. Felora was dressed in a simple black, backless dress, that hugged her hips, and only covered her large breast by the front being tied around her neck. It showed ample cleavage, and side bood, and went well with her black nylon stockings, and black high heels.
"So, how did your night go, Mom?" Blair asked her mother.
"Oh' it went well. Not to brag but it probably went better then that boy's you just had in here."
"I thought you said we weren't in combination?" Blair said, crossing her arms in a way that pressed her own breasts upward.
"We aren't, but we also should be honest of who had more fun." I guess you picked him up at some party?"
"Yeah, wasn't much fun, so I found the first decent looking senior boy who responded to me and brought him home. Not much to say after that. I had a few organisms, he nutted. And I got a meal. How about you."
"Oh, it was a great night for me. I ran into this couple doing a date night who had resorted to bar hoping. We got to taking, and then to flirting and after a few drinks, and it bit of magic on my part, they had their first threesome tonight.
"It was at their place. He got hard while me and his wife tongue wrestled and fondled each other's breasts. Then he took turns at fucking each of our pussies while we still made out. Then all three of us came together. They both kissed while he fucked my pussy, and I licked her pussy. I didn't feel an ounce of regret forming in their minds. I may have created a couple of swingers tonight." Felora said, beaming with pride in herself.
"Jeez Mom, way to bury the lead. I wished I had your skill." Felora said, the last sentence sounded a bit mournful.
"Aw" Felora said as she cupped her naked daughter's face. "You do have all my skills, baby girl, you just need a bit of experience to bring them out." She finished, lovingly running her finger over her daughter's lips.
Blair seemed up lifted by her mother's word for a moment but became sad once again. "You can make couple turn their back on monogamy after only a few hours at a bar. I can't even seduce a 18 year old boy after years of living in the same house."
"You know, I have been home for a bit now. I hid my presence so I wouldn't disturb your little 'guest'. And I got home early enough to see your little door trick when John went downstairs, he seemed to respond quit well to you then?"
Felora's attempt to cheer up her daughter didn't work. "He just ran to him room to masturbate again. That's what he always does. I walk around the house practically half naked, I flirt with him. I drop hints, and that when I'm not all but begging him to fuck me. I feed rumors so about us so he can see how jealous all the other boys would be of him. And that's just the mundane shit I try. I use my magical pheromones on him constantly. I flood his imagination with ideas of me as his person plaything...I even let a little bit of my real feelings for him slip in there." The last part sounded like it was hard for Blair to say. "You taught him how sex is beautiful and natural, and I give him endless opportunities to explore it, but he still just sees us a sinful obstacle to overcome." Tears began to wheel up in Blair's eyes.
Felora hugged her to calm her down. "Sh sh sh, there, there baby girl. He sees us as good people and be cares for us like his own family. He just sees accepting your love on your terms as a betrayal to his original family."
Pulling away from the hug, Blair whipped her eyes, and said "Why do we keep letting him live that lie? We both know his parents weren't as pure as he thinks they were, at least not by the end."
"We agreed we wouldn't tell him the full truth about Michael and Joan until he was completely in the fold with us. Just like I agreed it was up to you to seduce him. You said you wanted to be the one to take his virginity, and you didn't want my help on his 18th birthday."
"I know, I know." Blair, backing away, and rubbing her temples in stress.
"Where is all this coming from. You seemed confident in a blow burn approach until recently."
Calming down a bit, Blair spoke up. "There's something I need to tell you.
"What is it?"
"Well, you see, John has been looking into colleges. Christian colleges, particularly ones that are pretty far away."
Felora was surprised by this. "I thought both of you were going to take online classes?"
"Yeah, the whole point of that idea was for us to stay together and form our own little garden of earthly delights. But it seems John didn't get that memo. And you know what pisses me off the most about all this?"
"What"
"He's doing this to get away from me. I can see it in his mind. He tired of fighting me off. His arbitrary sense of morals is like a damn ready to burst, and drown him in a flood of sweet, sweet lust. And he thinks all he has to do is hold out until next fall, and he can run off to a religious safe space. But you just know the second he lets his guard down, some horny little co-ed, who's only there because of her family, with get her hands on him, and she benefits from all the years of pent up sexual frustration I built up. The only pussy that deserves to be the first to get his nut is MINE!"
Felora took Blair into another hug and claimed he down again. "I understand what you are going through. You've put in so much work, and I know he wants you, deep down, but we can't take away a Human's free will, we can influence, and even compel, but the decision has to be theirs, on some level." Pulling back from the hug, Felora saw that Blair was still sad.
"You really do love him, don't you?"
"Is it that obvious?" Blair, trying to sound like a joke.
"Ha, ha. You know just because you get a little help, doesn't make you weak, it just means he's strong. And if all your concerned about the being the first girl he's inside of, we can work with that."
Blair felt at deep bit of reassurance at her mother's words. "You...You really won't think any less of me if I need help seducing some virginal high schooler?"
"Oh sweety, even the best succubae need a little help some times. Despite what most interpretations of our lore might say, not all men a shameless horn dogs waiting for excuse to give in.
"And I think you might be right. It might be time to tell him the truth. The whole truth."
"Are...Are you sure, wouldn't all of it be a bit much for him?"
"Yes, it will be a shock, but it might be a shock he needs."
Blair felt up lifted by her mother's words.
Then Felora leaned forward and pressed her lips into her daughter's. And the two shared a deep kiss, as they had done before.
Pulling back, Felora put her hands on either side of Blair's face. "But, for tonight, all that frustration coming off of you has me all wet again. And I think you know what that means?"
"Yes Mama." Was all Blair said in return before her mother pushed her head down. Unfolding her lags to reveal she wasn't wearing anything under her dress and guiding her daughter's face to her wet slit.
Blair was not a stranger to pleasing other girls, though boys where her preference, and a better source of food. She pressed her tongue right into her mother's cunt, extending it, and spreading her folds open.
Succubae couldn't feed on each other long term, as they depended on Humans for the sexual energy they needed to use as a foundation for theirs, but they could share what they collected. Or simply pleasure each other. And as creatures born completely from lust, they had no inclination to taboo any means of pleasure.
Felora leaned her head back at the pleasure her daughter gave her. "Good girl." She said as she ran her fingers thought her daughter's red hair that matched her own,
John caught his breath as post nut clarity overtook him. Or shame, as it felt to him.
He was laying on his bed, his own cum staining his t shirt and boxers. His sweats still bunched up around his ankles.
Getting up he stripped him self naked and put his cum and sweat stained clothes in his hamper. Making a mental note to be the one to do the laundry next. Lest one of the women discover his shame.
He put on a clear pair a pajama and crawled into bed.
As he fell asleep, he felt the shame weigh down on him. Sometimes he couldn't tell if the shame came from his lust for his adoptive sister, or from the fact that he chose to release his frustration through self-gratification, instead going to the sexy girl in the next room to achieve release 'as god attended'.John was in a strange room. It was poorly lite, the only sources of light being a series of candles, all giving off strange, and intoxicating scents. It appeared to be a circler room. With curtains draped other the walls and covering any exit from site.
The only sound in this odd chamber was the combined sounds of ecstasy from Blair Darwill, and John Arkins.
In the middle of the room there was what was either a cushioned platform, or a mattress covered in fine sheets that felt silky to their naked bodies.
Blair was on her front, John holding her arms behind her back, one leg hanging over the side of the bed, the other stretched out on it. John was standing behind her. One lag planted on the floor, the other one resting on the edge of the mattress. Him, thrusting in dick in and out of her pussy.
"Oh, oh yes big brother (the big being a reference to his cock), harder...harder, make me your whore! Make that pussy yours!"
John continued to pound into his adoptive sister, harder and harder. Using a position that he had seen in porn videos, that he also thought would give him the most leverage for rough sex. Blair seemed to like it. And it seemed to be working.
"Is this what you wanted, is this the kind of brother you wanted me to be, ever since your mom took me in!?" John asked. He was letting a large amount of pent up feelings out, and into his sister's pussy.
"Yes, yes, this is exactly what I wanted for us!"
John had given into his urges, and he didn't care, not in that moment anyway. All there was, was him and Blaire, nothing else mattered, it felt so freeing.
He felt a pressure building in his balls, he knew what it from his masturbation sessions. He was about to spray his seed deep into the girl that he was raised to see as his sister since age thirteen.
His mind swirled in a haze of the feeling of his sister's womanhood, the smell of their sex, and the smell of the candles.
"John...John, you up yet?" John heard from Blair, her voice not the pleasured cried she just let out a moment ago, but her normal, everyday, tone of voice.
In that moment, John felt his mind clear faster than a light layer of dirt being hit by a garden hose.
...
"John...John, you up yet?" Blair called from outside of her brother's bedroom door.
Not getting a response, she simply opened the door, and walked in.
John was stirred by his sister's words and sat up in his bed to hide the intense morning wood he just noticed he had. Your family seeing your early morning erection was awkward enough, but something about it being seen by the real life version of the mental image that cause said morning glory seemed even worse to John.
John bunched up the bed sheets around his offending border as Blair made her way into his room, and to his bed side.
"Don't you knock?" John asked in a combination of grogginess and irritation. Blair had a spotty record of respecting his privacy.
"You weren't answering, so I figured you needed me to help get you up." John tried not to let her seem him flinch at the term 'get you up,' the memory of that wet dream still fresh in his mind. "Anyway, I'm actually here to make sure you're down for breakfast, I'm making us French Toast, and bacon."
That did raise John's mood a bit, one good trait of Blair, John could not deny, was that she was a good cook.
"Oh, OK then, ah just let me hop in the shower first, and then I'll be right down."
"Great, I'll go get it started.
"Oh, and I'm also here to give you this back." Blair said as she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a phone charging cable, and placed it on John's nightstand. "Thanks for letting me borrow it again." With that she turned to leave. As she was going, John couldn't help but notice how tightly the black jean shorts she was wearing hugged her already curvy rump.
John cleared his head as he got up from bed to head to the bathroom down the hall.
As Blair made her way down the opposite direction in the hallway, she smiled to herself. John may have hidden his hard rod from her, but a Succubus can always sense arousal, and the mental aspect of her powers gave her a few glimpses into her dear, adoptive brother's dreams before she woke him up. 'He really has a wild side he doesn't want to admit to yet.' She thought to herself as she walked downstairs and into the kitchen.
...
John got the water to the temperature he liked and stepped into the shower.
He was hoping the water would help clear his head, but he kept going back to that dream. And the site of Blair's ass in those jean shorts, and Blair herself.
'Why am I like this?' He thought to himself. A man with a weaker sense of self responsibility would blame a girl like Blair for her shameless temptations, but John came to terms with the fact that it was just her nature a while ago. He alone was responsible for how he handled temptations. So, he couldn't hold it against Blair. As much as he might have loved to write her off as some 'evil Jessabelle,' he couldn't do that to his sister. And they were family, The Darwills took him in, feed him, and respected his beliefs (even if Blair was constantly testing them). He just hoped one day Blair could respect his choices more fully, maybe once he's moved on to college? Who knows, maybe him resisting Blair's charms will lead her to the light some day?
But for the time being he still had a strong sense of arousal to deal with. That wet dream was so vivid, and the memory of it wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon. He didn't want to be a horny, awkward mess at the breakfast table, not in front of their mom.
So, as much as it embarrassed him to do, he would need to 'reveal the tension' himself again, and after only one night's sleep from the last time. He tried not to think about how closer together these 'sessions' where getting.
Letting his mind return to his dream he lowered his hand to grip his currently soft penis. As he started stroking, He envisioned him and Blair in the mists of foreplay, John did have a romantic side, and though it was not church approved, he had pursued the internet for sex tips that he hoped to use on his wedding night someday, but he found himself imaging using these tricks on Blair instead. Kissing her, rubbing parts of her body, like her hips, ass checks, and breasts. A much gentler scene then what his dream was.
This got his cock hard, and his mind went right to the act of intercourse, he was already hot and bothered from the dream, so he just needed at little bit to get him back on track, and over the edge.
As his hand pumped faster and faster, he imagined Blair and himself locked in a missionary position and fucking at a steady pace. He wasn't sure why, but he felt he instinctively knew what Blair's face would look like while fucking her.
He really didn't need much, only a couple of minutes of envisioning himself lovingly pounding into his adoptive sister, and he felt his balls tighten up, and his cum being released on to the shower floor.
He caught his breath as the white fluid was washed down the drain, then felt the shame return. Showers were supposed to make you clean, not let you get dirtier.
He finished his shower, dried off and walked back to his room where he had his clothes for the day laid out. A blue button up shirt, and a pair of khakis. He also put on a cross that he wore under his shirt. It was a kind of good luck charm, on top of a sign of his faith.
He noticed his smart phone on his desk next to the universal charger. All that happened the night before, he completely forgot about charging his phone. Blair did make him lose his train of thought very easily. He plugged the phone into the charger that Blair returned to him and took the universal charger.
John headed downstairs.
...
Once downstairs, John entered the kitchen, and returned the charger to the junk drawer.
He noticed the smell of cooking oil and frying bacon and turned to get a look at breakfast, but found his attention stolen by Blair.
She had removed the white t-shirt she worse to wake him up and was instead just wearing a light pink apron over her black bra. And if the clear view of her bare back and side boob wasn't enough, the way she was bent over the stove top caused her tight shorts to run low, while her black thong, and upper ass creak where exposed.
"Oh, there you are John, breakfast is almost ready, but go sit with Mom, at the table and I'll bring everything out in a minute."
"Ah...Ok, thanks" John responded, then turned to walk to the kitchen table, where his adoptive mother, Felora sat.
In the center of the table there was Orange Juice and Milk, along with three glasses.
Felora was wearing a bath robe, as she scrolled though the news on her phone.
"Morning Mom." John greeted.
"Morning John, slept well?"
"Yeah, I was up a little late finishing my homework, but then I went right to bed after words."
"Good. So do you have any plans for the weekend?"
"No, not really."
John thought he saw Felora give at odd stair for a split second, but he didn't pay it much mind. He was too busy concentrating at not letting it slip that he had masturbated to thoughts of her daughter twice, and just under eight hours apart, with a wet dream in between. And with the way Blair was dressed, he was grateful for the extra stress relief.
"Well, I still haven't totally figured out what I'm gonna do this weekend either." Blair said as she walked up to the table. A plate of French Toast in one hand, and a plate of bacon in the other. "Though I do have a few ideas." She added as she set the plates down on the table and winked at John.
The only way he could interpret that was that she had a few boys she was thinking about calling on. He again tried to not to think about the site of Blair in the throes of intimacy as he scoped a piece of French toast, and a few strips of bacon on to his plate.
"Anyone want powdered sugar?" Blair offered.
"That would be fine sweaty." Felora said.
"Yes please." John answered.
Blair handed her mother the sugar shaking, who then past it to john after she was done.
John poured himself a glass of Orange Juice and started eating.
The meal went on as normal, if you didn't count John actively trying not to look at Blair's breasts, since she removed her apron, and her bra seemed to be a little strained.
And if John wasn't trying so hard not to look at Blair, he might have noticed how she was looking at him.
Blaire was staring John up and down. She had been attracted to him for a long time now, but after her conversation with her mother the night before, she felt like the object of her desires was closer than ever.
Felora could sense Blair's lust, and knew she had to get the ball rolling.
Everyone was almost done with breakfast when Felora spoke up.
"So, John, Blair tells me you've been looking into colleges."
John was a little surprised by this, but he knew he would have to have this conversation sooner or later. "Well, yes, I have. Just trying to narrow the list down right now really."
"So, what are some of your ideas for the short list so far, then?"
"Some of the bigger named places, Grand Canyon University, Liberty University, places like that."
Though John didn't notice it, Blair mouthed the words 'o my god' to her mother.
Felora didn't visibly acknowledge it, but she understood her daughter's sentiment.
"Those do seem like...interesting choices for you, John, but you seemed very interested in the online learning programs Blair recommended, what changed?"
"Oh, nothing changed, I just kept an open mind. And kept looking.
"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, I really do appreciate everything you've done for me, but I'm eighteen, and will be graduating this year, that's when most kids start heading out on their own, right?"
"That's completely understandable, John, but with the expenses of campus life, and moving, more and more young people are opting for the home learning options."
"I understand that, but I'm willing to take on those burdens when the time comes.
"If you're worried you'll never see me again, I promise to visit on the holidays."
"I'm not so much worried about that as I am worried you making these decisions too quickly, or for the wrong reasons."
"I'm not Mom, I've been putting plenty of thought into all of this, and it's not like I've committed to anything yet, and It's not even time to apply anywhere yet."
"Well, that's good to hear honey, just promise you'll consider everything important before doing anything." Felora, folding her arms under her chest.
"Of course, I will Mom." John finished as he returned to his breakfast.
He was just finishing up his French Toast when he noticed an odd sent.
He first thought was that Blair was trying a new perfume, but it didn't smell like the kind she would wear, and it didn't smell like perfume really, it smelled too natural. It kinda reminded him of a trip he took to the zoo one spring. Before he could think any more about it, he found his attention pulled towards Felora. But not to her face. No, his eye focused her an ample bit of cleavage that was peeking out from the top of her robe. John didn't know how he missed it before. Did her robe fall open while she was eating, didn't she notice it, should he say something, wouldn't that be weird, wouldn't it be worse if he didn't say anything, and she noticed herself?
But most importantly, why was he feeling turned on by it!? John felt the same hot and bothered feeling he usually only felt when Blair gets in the mood. John suddenly felt the uncomfortable feelings welling up again.
Fortuity for him, everyone finished their meal, giving him the pretext, he needed to excuse himself.
"I'll take care of the dishes." John said.
"You sure?" Blair asked.
"Yeah, you made this nice meal, lest I can do is take care of clean up." John finished as he gathered up the plates and made his way to the dish washer.
After the dirty plates and cutlery was in the washer, and the beverages back in the fridge, John excused himself back to him room. "If anyone needs me, I'll be up in my room." And he headed back upstairs.
Once Blair was sure he was out of ear shot she smiled at her mother. "Holy crap I can't believe you actually did that?" she said with a laugh.
"I've been waiting to do that since his eighteenth birthday." Felora proudly said.
"That much I get, but damn you let off one strong sent. Smelled like some kind of primeval meting hormones." Blair said, in awe of her mother's skills.
"It is the bases of every Succubus's power, remember, you'll learn it too someday. Ideally with John as a willing partner to experiment with." Felora said, winking at Blair.
Blair showed a giddy smile. "I cannot thank you enough for this mom, and I know John will appreciate it too, after everything it done."
"I'm just doing whatever I can to make my children happy, any other Mother would do the same."
"I don't think any other mother would help her daughter bed her son." Blair cheekily said.
"And most daughters wouldn't eat out their mothers, but we are a special family in that regard, aren't we?" Felora said, bending over and kissing Blair on the forehead.
"And we're about to show John just how special we are." Blair said with a devilish grin.
"Do you have the mental images you want ready?" Felora asked.
"Oh yes, can't believe I finally get to use that trick on a boy. You have everything else ready?" Blair asked.
"I'll have it ready for tonight." Felora answered
Mother and daughter showed matching smiles.
...
The day breezed by for John. After calming himself down in his room, he finished the final check on this homework (he could be a completionist sometimes) and set out to do some of the usual chores he did every weekend. Especially the laundry, where he made sure he did his load separately, so neither Blair nor Felora would see evidence of what he did last night.
He got in a little TV watching to kill time, but quickly became bored.
Nighttime was rolling around when he found himself on his laptop in his room. Going through his photo album. A collection of pictures from his life.
Something about that conversation he had with Felora over breakfast made him feel sentimental. He never doubted she cared about him. For all the differences between his old family and his new one, he knew his parents chose right in picking a responsible guardian. And if she really saw him as a son, he couldn't blame her for not wanting him to leave the first chance he got.
He really did see her as his new mother and saw Blair as a sister.
Going through his photo album was not uncommon. After he first moved in with the Darwills, going through his family photos was his preferred method of coping. And it was a habit enjoyed to this day.
Pictures of his parents, Michael, and Joan Arkins. The picture of a happy Suburban couple. And he looked like a combination of the two of them. Michael was six feet tall, with blond hair, and green eyes, Joan was 5'2" and brown hair and blue eyes. The photos were of them at their house. On various vacations. With their church congregation, and at Church events.
Including the donation drive where they met Felora. And after that a few pictures of the trio of adult friends spending time together. John remembered how his mom and dad would go off to have fun with Felora for hours. Sometimes, not making home until after he fell asleep.
He vaguely remembered a few times where they seemed to act awkward when the subject of Florida was brought up by either of them. And though he remembered hearing them fight over something relating to her one time. Felora had since told John they were going through a rough patch in their relationship at
the time, and she helped them through it. Though she said he wouldn't be able to understand details of it until he was older. John respected this.
Photos of his dad at his old job. Managing a local grocery store. He had a knack for organizing on a scale like that, and his employee's loved him. And the customers loved his straightforward approach to the lay out of the isles.
The store shut down a couple of years after he died. John heard a couple of the old employees were turning it into a co-op.
Then the pictures of the funeral. All of his parents friends showed up. Pictures of a 13 year old John looking sad. Felora there with him. Having just taken him into her custody. They had died when a bridge collapsed. They were on their way to a shopping trip in a nearby city, and their car feel into a river.
After the funeral, it was his new life with the Darwills. The first round of holidays with them. Vacations with them.
That embarrassing moment when Blair ambushed him under the mistletoe and stole his first kiss. Immortalized in a perfectly timed photo. But he still held on to this photo, unable to bring himself to delete it, either out of appreciation for the memory, or the complicated feelings he shared with his sister. Along with a weird photo of him and Blair together. His arm around her shoulder. And her griping his t-shirt in her fist. Out of context, they looked like a couple.
Maybe he couldn't love Blair the way she wanted to be loved, but he did love her
Going thought all these pics, he could understand why Felora wouldn't want to say goodbye. But he wanted to go out on his own. He was thinking about taking business classes, doing what his father did. But he was taking Felora's words into consideration.
Did he really have to leave? Student debt was a growing issue nowadays. All of his classmates were trying to find cost savings way to approach education. He thought he should appreciate that he had a family willing to let him stay as long as he liked.
But whenever he thought about staying, he could only think about how Blair was really testing his will power. If they shared a home for much longer, he didn't think he could keep his hands off her.
And he never thought he could live with the guilt it would cause to give into those desires.
John was deep in thought when heard head a knock at his door.
Coming out of his thoughts, John answered. "Yes, what is it?"
Felora answered. "Can you come to my room, there is something important we need to talk about?"
"OK." Was all John said before he closed his laptop, left his room, and followed Felora down the hall.
...
As John followed Felora into her room, at saw that Blair was there waiting for them. She was staring at the label on a bottle of wine she was holding. After she noticed them, she placed in on a small able, next to a high backed chair what was facing the bed.
John was taken back by her choice of outfit. She was wearing a thin red night gown, over a black see throw nightie, over a matching bra and thong. Her provocative choice of clothing was nothing new, but John still felt nervous. Had it not been for their mother, he wouldn't trust being in a bedroom with her.
"Hello there, John. Did Mom tell you what she wanted to talk about?" Blair asked with a knowing smile.
"Ah, ah no." John said, the strange feelings creeping up on him again.
"We shouldn't get ahead of ourselves dear." Felora said, in her own knowing voice, as she closed the door after John. "John, there is something important we need to talk to you about. Well, a couple of things actually"
"And...what are they?" John asked, feeling confused.
"Nothing easy to explain." Felora began. "You see, me and Blair have been waiting for the right time to tell you certain things...Things you may have a hard time understanding if you weren't 100% ready"
"But we're getting tired of waiting for you to..." Blair started but was interrupted.
"What your sister means to say is, you may never be totally ready for what we have to say, so we decided it's best to tell you now."
John was more confused than he could ever remember feeling. What were they talking about? "Well, whatever this may be, I promise to do my best to understand it, whatever it may be." John wasn't sure exactly what to say, but that sounded right.
"Great to hear that honey, so I see no need to put this off any further, Blair could you come over here." Felora called her daughter over
As Blair moved to stand next to her mother, between John and the bed, she flashed John a wink.
"You see, dear brother, we figured that nothing you're about to learn was gonna be easy, so me and Mom figured to lead with the thing we would have the easiest time convincing you of." Blair said.
John didn't know what to make of what they were saying, so he just stayed quiet.
"We just want to make sure you know that no matter what, we love you, because you're family." Felora finished
Both mother and daughter went silent.
John still felt confused, but then he noticed Felora, and Blair seemed to have very focused expressions, but not focused on anything he could see.
Then their hair started moving like it was being blown in a gentle breeze, though the windows were shut tight, and there was no draft in the room. Then John's confusion hit a stride when he noticed their eyes start to glow, but before he could process that, more strangeness unfolded before him.
The clothes they were wearing began to seamlessly change. Both Blair's already skimpy outfit, and Felora's house coat, lounge pants, and t-shirt she was wearing when came to John's room, began to shape shift on their bodies.
Before John's eye's the material itself changed, and growing patches of their bare skin were reviled. Until the material settled into highly reviling sets of lingerie.
Blair stood in simple black string panties, with the straps going over her hip bones, on her legs she wore black leather boots that went up to her knees, fingerless black leather gloves that went to her elbows, and lastly a black bra with no shoulder straps.
Felora wore a sexy black bra, which did have shoulder straps and squeezed her large breasts to show off ample cleavage, she also wore a see throw skirt from the waist down, with seemingly nothing underneath, and a pair of black slippers.
John was utterly dumb founded, he had no idea what to make of what he was seeing. But that wasn't the end of it.
Once their clothing was done changing, they seemed more relaxed, like they just went from having to consciously doing something to letting something go. As their expressions changed, John saw red marking appear up and down their bodies. They seemed to glow, they looked like some cross between strange glyphs and flames. Whatever this weird substance was, it also appeared around their eyes, and on their lips, like eye liner and lipstick.
At this point, John found himself short of breath, and reflexively placing his hand over his cross under his shirt, but it still didn't stop there
Both Blair and Flora grew horns out of the tops of their heads, they curled like the usual devil horns you would see in artwork, but Blair's were small, smooth, and Flora's were larger, and were ribbed. Then wings began to unfurl from their backs, Blair's were small, seeming more like they were from a costume, but Flora's were bigger. And lastly, they sprouted tails. Three feet long devil tails. Blair's was almost like a wire, the spade shape at the end seemed disproportionately big compared to it, Flora's was thicker, and stronger looking.
The change actually only took a few seconds, but John felt like he was seeing a gate to hell slowly opening up before him.
Their transformation complete, Blair strikes a suggestive pose, her hand on her hip, while she leaned forward to give John a generous amount of cleavage to look at.
"So, what do ya think brother?" Blair said in a seductive voice, and she winked a glowing eye, and stuck out of serpent like tongue in a kissing action at him.
The shock finally hit John in earnest, and all he could manage was "N...n...nooooo, oh god no!" John yelled as he practically slammed into the door, trying to get out. He fumbled with the doorknob for a second before throwing the door open and running for the stairs.
"Well, he took about as well as I figured he would. But ripping the band aid off isn't supposed to be painless is it." Blair said with a bit of a laugh.
"Yeah, he was never gonna be ready for this, but now it's our job to help him handle it." Felora said in agreement as she walked toward her bedroom wall.
Placing her hand on a certain spot. The shape of a pentagram formed out of light around her palm. The magic she spent years working into her home activated.
Around every corner of the house, external doors, and windows closed and locked, and any outside light source was blacked out.
The lock on the front door clicked shut just as John grabbed the handle. And no matter how hard he tried to unlock it, neither the knob nor the dead bolt would budge.
"Come on...Come on!" John said in desperation. He could not believe it. After all these years, the family that took him in were demons. He never believed in the supernatural, but he always believed his own eyes. And he just saw dark magic a hundred times more real than any CGI could do. Even in his panicked state, the way their clothing changed, the extra body parts, the glowing symbols, never could be real to a rational mind, but he saw them as plain as any mundane site. His mind raced with more questions then he could answer. Even just asking them out loud would take forever, but all he knew now was to run, run as far as he could, Maybe get help, the police, an exorcist, maybe go into hiding because they could hunt him down for knowing their secret, but that could be worked out later, first he had to get to safety.
If only the fucking door would open!
He was twisting and pulling at the knob with all his strength, but if was totally still.
But he didn't stop until he felt a familiar hand touch his shoulder.
The world went from a rushed panic to an uneasy stillness in an instant. John could hear his own rapid heartbeat in his ears. His face felt hot, his mind had gone blank, he couldn't even make it out of the house, they had caught him.
Felora's hand was gentle on John's shoulder. She felt him shaking. She tried to gently turn him to face her and Blair, but at her attempt to move him he jerked away from her touch. Spinning himself around to face them and pressing his back against to door.
Whatever they had in store for him, he would see it coming.
The silence was deafening. Even as John's heart rate returned to normal, his mind still couldn't process the demonic appearances of his adoptive family.
Even now their personalities were unchanged. Blair stood there. The same confidence and attitude as she stood there half naked, evidence of her hellish nature on full display, as when she would go about her daily life. Though John figured this was always her nature. As his mind begins to form coherent thoughts again, he notices a pattern. Her hypersexual nature, her temptations towards him, the odd aroma that only ever seemed to come from her when she got in a certain mood. The outfit seemed to clinch his guess, he was never into the supernatural side of his faith, but even he could recognize a succubus. One of the most popular archetypical demons in pop culture.
Then what about Felora? She seemed to be the same species, but she wasn't promisquis? No revolving door of men...at least not that he knew of, but he did remember she did spend a few more nights out on the town then a mother of two would? What have they been doing all this time? How many unsuspecting men have been drained of their life forces? Has Blair been stealing the souls of their classmates?
John's mind was racing...
"John." Felora's voice hit him like a splash of ice water. She gave she a second to calm down. Her powers of empathy showed her his mind was in discord.
"I know this must be a lot to take in, but we can explain."
Something about how she spoke just added to John's confusion. After what they just showed him, as she still showed her wings, horns, and tails, and her still dressed in lingerie, she still spoke to him like a mother.
John couldn't tell if he felt more insulted, or confused, why where they doing this, where they seriously expecting him to accept anything they told him?
"Wh...wh...why...what...what is going on?"
"Well, to start with the obvious, magic is real, and we are beings basically made out of it." Blair interjected.
"Now Blair, we shouldn't get ahead of ourselves.
"John" Felora continued, trying to take hold of his hand. "Just come back with us upstairs, and we can explain everything, and answer any questions you may have."
John pulled his hand back. The situation finally slowed enough that he could begin to think clearly. "Are you kidding me!? You seriously expect me to go anywhere you tell me to. You've clearly been hiding this for a while, so you have to know how strange this is, you have to know no person in their right mind would take demons at their word. Especially after they spent years lying to them!"
Felora knew that was coming, but the words still hurt, she betrayed the trust of the boy she raised as her own for over five years. If only his parents where still around... her original plan would have worked so well.
At hearing the tone of disrespect from John, Blair decided to speak up. Their respect for Felora was the one thing they always agreed on. And that respect did not go away just because they were demons. "OK John, you're smart, and your thoughts seem to be settling back down, try using your head. If we wanted to hurt you, why would we do it like this, why give yourselves away while you still had the ability to resist. Why wouldn't we tie you down in your sleep? If we were the monsters you think we are right now, we would have brainwashed you. We are the same people who took you in, me and Mom where born like this, we treated you like family knowing this is exactly how you would have acted if you knew the truth, but we told you the truth anyway."
"What Blair is trying to say, is that we can't force you to do anything. All we want to do is explain everything to you. You must want that at least that, after what you just saw."
"If you don't want to force anything on me, why can't I leave?"
"Because it's my house, my magic, and my rules. Just come back upstairs with us, hear us out, and then you are free to go, you can walk out that door and never look back. We'll even pay to ship your things to wherever you end up." Felora confidently said.
John saw the truth in what they were saying. They hadn't forced him to do anything against his will. His mind made another connection.
"This...is this like one of those stories? Where demons test people?"
Blair rolled her eyes.
"There is a grain of truth in those stories, and yes, this is similar. So just come with us." Felora extended her hand to him again. This time allowing him to choose to take it.
John would have spent more time weighing his options, but he really didn't have any. He figured they could keep him locked until his starved if he resisted.
"OK, but frankly, you two are wasting your time, whatever you want. I'm not interested." John coldly said. It was time for a test of faith. He will prove he was he parent's son, a true Christian, and after this he planned are doubling down on his faith. But for now, he quietly prayed that the memory of his parent's would guide him through this. He knew if he made it through this, they would be proud.
...
The atmosphere was still as the three reentered the master bedroom.
Blair took a seat on the foot of the bed and patted the spot next to her invirtingly.
John saw this and didn't respond.
Felora could tell he wasn't in any mood to get comfortable around them, and possibly let his guard down, so she simply began.
"Well John, here we are. Cards on the table, any questions you wish to ask, we will answer. This family will have no more secrets."
John wasn't sure where to begin but figured that starting with the basics was as good a place as any. "What...are the two of you, exactly?"
"Oh, we didn't make in obvious enough?" Blair says, teasing the edge of her bra cup, a bit of her areola showing, her breast threatening to spill out.
Felora began. "Well, as you already stated, we are demons. Succubae to be exact."
"So, that means both of you have been stealing souls though sex?" John said.
Blair seemed annoyed, but Felora knew that was coming, and had a response prepared. "In fact, neither of us has ever stolen a Human's soul. My mother never taught me the skill, and I never tried to unlock it."
John wasn't sure whether to believe her. "So then...how have to two of you survived? I though Succubae needed to feed off of Human souls to live?" John found approaching this with an analytical mind helped.
Blair seemed even more angered at what he said, but Felora continued. "I know that's the common interpretation of our kind, but it's actually no true. You see, Succubae actually just need a small amount of life energy that Human's naturally discharge during sex. Also, our magic can be used to bring more out of them as normal, but by no means does it have to be fatal to the Human."
"Yeah, the only body count either of us have, is the bedroom verity." Blair said with a wink.
"How do I know you aren't lying?" John asked.
"Why would we lie? If we were the killers you think we are, why would we give you any choice, why wouldn't we just tie you down, and have our way with you?"
"That's what I said downstairs!" Blair spoke up
"And I still have a hard time believing it."
"Why would you think all succubae are killers? We are creature of sex and pleasure, why would that make us killers?"
"Because that's what the devil and demons so, use things people enjoy, that people have trouble thinking beyond of, to temp them. You pray on moments of weakness, after lonely people get aroused, and then they lose their souls for it." John said.
"But why do you think that?" Felora calmly asked as Blair showed anger again.
"Before tonight, I didn't think any of that, I didn't think things like you existed."
"And you assume, if we are real, every horrible thing said about us is true?"
"Well, why wouldn't they be?"
"Because people can lie!" Blair piped up.
"It's actually not that simple. You see like the tails of demons giving Humans tests of faith, there is a grain of truth to the horror stories of the Succubae.
"So, I suppose we should really enlighten you on the history of our kind."
"Oh boy, a history class. This should good enough for you John, history is you best subject." Blair sarcastically said.
Felora didn't respond to her daughter, she simple began her story. "You see, the original Succubae, or at least our earliest ancestors, where simple sex spirits that formed from the mating habits of natural creatures, namely Humans, as they have the most complex souls. This was actually a natural phenome in ancient times. Concepts like war or sex, or fear would start to take on consciousness. Some would go on to become gods, while some just remained as they were, maybe merging with Human's who best embodied their attribute. The most sensual, and sexual Human's becoming the forbearers of Succubae and Incubi."
"But that all changed when the sexual hang up nation attacked." Blair interjected.
"Blair!" Felora raised her voice at her daughter for ruining her ambiance.
"What, the tension needed to be cut?"
Felora decided to continue. "Memes from popular 2000s kids' shows aside. It was bad for our ancestors when Human began to dictate how each other could enjoy sex. What used to just be pleasure became tainted with internalized feelings of guilt and shame, and it only got worse. Wars resulted in rapes of so many people,
their sexualities would be permanently poisoned with trauma, and hatred. Basically, our kind was forced to feed off of a poisoned food supply. But it didn't kill them, it just made them as bad. What used to be about mutual pleasure became parasitic. And when that happened, the Humans began to fear them, distrusting them. This became a negative feedback loop. Succubae need to be deceitful and parasitic just to survive, and Humans saw them more and more as monsters because of it. Eventually, groups like the Church formed and focused on banishing the so called Demons from this world. As a result, already desperate creatures where sent to horrible plans of existence, dominated by even worse monsters.
"For the Succubae, they found themselves sent to what Christians called hell.
Where beings like Asmodeus dominated them. The Succubae where corrupted even further, and made into servants in demonic harems, and then sent to Earth to drain men of the soul's and life force, their existing power amplified, but twisted."
Felora ended her explanation, and Blair clapped for her. "I swear Mom, you should do voice over work for documentaries, and epic fantasy movies. That story still gives me chills."
"I thought you were trying to show me you weren't evil?"
"I was just getting to that. The story doesn't end with us becoming monsters. Millenia in hell changed our kind is a lot of different ways, but some of us never lost our basic nature. So, over the centuries, Succubae have been finding ways to escape hell. Some make deals with their masters to meet certain criteria and be set free, some find loopholes to become bound to earthly locations or people. And some sneak out, like refugees though demilitarized zones. Some stick to the wicked ways we learned, feed off Humans in a way that kills them, but Succubae like us, me, and Blair, have discovered that there is a sustainable way to feed. The soul stealing and fatal life force draining where taught by the abyss, but we can live off of just sex and pleasure. My grandmother never hurt a soul after her escape, and as I said, I have never used that ability, with no master to force me."
John was so engrossed in Felora's telling that he didn't notice that Blair got off the bed and snuck up behind him.
She wrapped her arms around his front, while he leaned into his back, pressing her breasts into his shoulders. "And that's what bring us to here and now. The horns and tails are just some leftovers from all the evil we had to suffer, but we made them part of us, and regained our fundamental purpose. As embodiments of sexual pleasure, with nothing more than a desire to share that pleasure with Humans. Hell immunized us against poisons like sexual traumas and shame, and all you have to do is let us take it all away from you." She lustfully said into his ear.
John should have felt revolted that she was still trying to seduce him after all this, but instead, he simply, gently pushed off his back. She stepped besides him, and they meet eyes. They were still the eyes of the girl he had grown up with. The girl he considered his sister. Though those eyes stilled glowed, it seemed to be a softer glow then he initially saw. And her demonic features seemed to compliment her Human features. He still had to acknowledge it, she was beautiful, but not worth crossing the line of incest over, much less possibly losing his soul.
Felora would have scolded her daughter for making John uncomfortable at such an important time, but she saw that he wasn't backing away from her touch like he normally would. Maybe it was that his mind was still processing what was going on, or maybe it was that both her and Blair where gradually filling the air with her magical pheromones, to help him let his guard down. But he seemed to be lightening up.
Blair returned to her mother's side on the bed.
"So, do you have any other questions?" Felora asked.
John actually had quite a few. But they all cycled back to asking why he should believe them. Though their answers to that seemed to make sense, from a purely logical perspective. But they didn't make sense for Demonic behavior, at least not what be believed to be their behavior.
John thought on what to ask next. If he wanted to get out of there, he had to hear them out, and that meant asking them questions so they would tell him more about themselves.
Then a new question formed in his mind. Looking back, it probably should have been his first, but he was more concerned with what they were, not why they took him in, but he knew why they took him in...his parents but....
"What where my parents to you?" John asked.
Felora seemed surprised, but not shocked. Blair just showed a smug smile.
"Well, who's getting ahead of themselves now, we didn't figure you would get there so quickly, not that I mind getting to the really good part." Blair said.
Felora didn't take issue with her daughter's words this time, but simply stood up and walked towards John, her see through skirt flowing as she swayed her hips.
"Michael and Joan...You're parents, where two very special people to me." Felora said. Looking John in the eye.
"And what does that mean? What was so special about them?" John could tell he hit on to something important. Which is what he was hoping for. His parents where very religious people. How could a demon have formed that strong of a bond with them? Did they know what she was?
Felora answered. "If I just told you, you wouldn't understand. What we had was...unusual for people living the life they chose. But I can show you, if you will let me? Remember, I have no interest in hurting you, I just want you to know the truth."
John had come too far to turn anything down, so he said. "Whatever you want to show me, go ahead."
Felora was happy to hear that, as she moved her hands on to John's temples. "This may seem weird, but like I said, you need to see it for yourself."
Before John could ask what she was doing, his conscious seemed to have left his body. Felora's bedroom, faded around him, and he lost all sense of where he was.
...
What John saw next felt like a vivid dream he had no part it.
It started at the church his family used to go to. It was having a charity drive. And Felora was there, dropping cans of food in the spare room being used for the drive. John didn't know she ever went to their church for a charity drive.
She was about leave when she overheard a conversation between Michael, and Joan, John's parents. Apparently hardly any people so said they were gonna show up actually did, and they were understaffed. Felora kindly offered to help. Which the couple was all too happy to accept.
They spent the day organizing other people's donations and getting to know each other. By the end, a new friendship was formed, and the three agreed to meet up
again
A series of scenes passed by fast. The group of three spending time together and growing closer. But John noticed something else. His parents seemed to be increasingly entranced by Felora. Stealing glances at her curves, while the other wasn't watching. But Felora seemed all too aware.
Scenes of Felora flirting with both of them. Both John's father and mother blushing at it. John couldn't believe it. He parent's had an ideal marriage. How could his father be staring at another woman like that, and not rejecting her flirtations?
And why was his mother acting like this at all!? An otherwise faithful Husband having a wandering eye around a beautiful woman was one thing, but John's mother was straight.
A scene of a nervous Michael and Joan sitting opposite a lustfully looking Felora in her living room. They were taking about something. When it was over Felora stood up, and beckoned Michael over with her finger. They embraced right in front of Joan and shared a deep kiss.
John could not believe this, if he wasn't seeing it for himself, though through some strange means.
And giving what he just learned about Felora's nature, he knew what was coming next, not that it prepared him.
The scene changed.
They were in Felora's bedroom now, all three of them, accept Joan was the only one still clothed. Michael and Felora where having sex in her bed, while Joan just watched, seeming entranced by the sight of her husband in sexual congress with another woman. The shock left John feeling numb, even more passive to these visons. Not even trying to emotionally process them in real time, just watching on as the shadows of the past unfolded before him.
Felora was riding his father at a steady pace, Michael seemed totally lost in the feeling her pussy was giving him, letting out sounds of pleasure as this woman who wasn't his wife fucked him.
At some point, he sat up so he could suck her nipples while she continued to fuck him. Joan just continued to look on, not a trace of betrayal, or disgust on her face, just wide eyes, and her fingers clenching into the armrests of the chair she was sitting in.
The scene changed again, a quick succession of images of his father and Felora fucking in all different positions, usually with his mother there to watch
Then the scene settled on John's parent's in their own living room, they were fighting, John remembered this. This was the fight he overheard when he was younger. He would have been near the top of the staircase, in the shadows. All he ever remembered hearing was their angry voices, and Felora's name, but now he knew the whole story, they were fighting because his mother accused his father of loving sex with Felora more then with her. She mentioned how rarely they did it anymore after John was born.
Michael said that would always love her more, and what he and Flora had was only physical.
Joan said they acted close, even outside her bedroom.
Michael asked why she never complained while they were actually having sex?
There was an awkward silence.
Then John's father told John's mother that Felora figured she would get this way but had her own theory on why.
The scene changed.
They were back in Felora's bedroom, accept this time, Michael was in the chair, and Joan was on the bed with Felora.
Both of the women were wearing robes, and nothing else, Felora's was red silk, and she seemed to wear it a little loose, practically showing her front, Joan wore a more modest rode, and seemed a little keener on keeping it closed.
"Your husband tells me you've been having issues with our arrangement, you said it was because I might be steeling him from you, but I think your actually envied him." Felora said in a seductive voice. "Our arrangement was always open to any changes, all you had to do was ask." She added, then leaned in to kiss Joan full on the mouth. It was a deep intimate kiss, made more so when Felora moved her tongue into Joan's mouth. John was even more lost in what he was seeing. He didn't even care it was his parents, he just let the arousal from this scene wash over him.
Felora laid Joan down on her bed and began in kiss her was down her body. Once she passed her neckline, she began pulling her robe open, exposing Joan's naked body. She was a bit shorter them Felora, and she wasn't as curvy, but the breast, and ass sizes she did have complimented her frame nicely.
Felora began to suck Joan's nipples, giving special attention to both of them. Her movements were slow and gentile, this was Joan's first time with another woman, and Felora was making sure to be gentile with her.
Joan's eyes where closed in pleasure, and Michael wouldn't have been able to see from his angle in the chair, but the tongue Felora was using on Joan's nipples was not a Human tongue, it was long windy, and narrow like a serpent's tongue. It swirled and spiraled around Joan's nipples.
John could only see this because he had a third person view of these events.
After she was done with Joan's nipples, Felora resumed kissing her way down her new lover's body. Kissing down her belly, her waistline, and finally reaching her pussy. Kissing her way through her brown pubic hairs, and effortlessly finding her lower lips.
Felora put her inhuman tongue to work again, working Joan's folds open. Reaching spots in Joan's womanhood that Michael couldn't reach. The pleasure was so intense, and the magic pheromones given off by Felora so strong, Joan didn't register the bizarre feeling in her cunt.
Felora increased the pace of her tongue, eventually putting all her energy into pleasuring Joan, reaching one of her hands up to fondle one of her breasts, while using her other arm to hold her hips steady. Michael was totally enthralled by the sight of his wife and lover making love.
It wasn't long until Joan reached her climax, letting out a high pitch scream as her sprayed Felora's face.
As Joan caught her breath, Felora licked her lips, and cleaned her face. Hiding her long tongue.
After regaining her composure, Joan sat up, letting her open robe fall off the rest of the way off her body, She and Felora embraced in a kiss. While their first kiss was nervous on Joan's part, this one showed mutual passion and lust from both women. Their tongues swirled, and their breasts pressed into each other. After they broke the kiss, they locked eyes. No words were exchanged, but they seemed to be in agreement, then both of them turned to look at Michael, who had politely stayed quite while he enjoyed the Sapphic love show unfolding in front of him.
Like the night they first had sex, Felora beckoned him in her direction with her finger. Seeming as much lost in his lust as his wife was, he stood up, and wordlessly stepped towards the bed, removing his clothes as her went.
The married couple, and their lover engaged in the first of what would be many threesomes. Michael fuck Felora's pussy, while Felora eat out Joan's pussy, as
Michael and Joan passionately kissed.
The last few memories flew passed John's mind in quick succession. He could only make out a few glimpses after the first threesome
The thruple indulged in other positions before the morning and would have many other sexual encounters other time. The exciting lifestyle would be cut short unfortunately when Michael and Joan died.
...
John's mind returned to his body. It was a surreal feeling. Going from a disembodied observer back to a flesh and blood form.
He felt light-headed, but not from the sensation of returning to consciousness.
Felora slowly moved her hands away from his head. She seemed unusually sad.
Had showing him all that caused her to relive those memories? It was probably just the magical equivalent to telling a sad story.
The two of them quickly stared at each other for a moment. Even Blair seemed to stay respectfully quiet.
It was Felora who broke the silence. Walking back to her bed she said. "One important detail about Succubae you must keep in mind, John, is that we cannot supersede a Human's free will. We have many skills at our disposal. Shape shifting, seduction, a natural sense of others' arousal, we can even let off magical pheromones at will, that tape into natural desires. But all any Human needs is will power to resist us."
"Weirdly enough, that's one of the few things you're religion got right about us." Blair interjected.
"I tell you this so that you know that everything me and your parents had was totally consensual on their part." Felora finished.
John was still wrapping his mind around all of this, but he was sure of one thing, his parents did love every second they spent with Felora. He didn't just have them telling him as much when they were alive now. Now he had those memories Felora shared with him. Succubae apparently have a supernatural sense of empathy, and he got her memories of feeling their love for her. But he had one more question.
"Why my parents? Couldn't you have had anyone else? Weren't there more willing partners, you said they were special, how were they special? Did you just like corrupting faithful people?"
Blair was the first to respond. "And that brings us to the most important part of this story. Bring us home Mom."
Felora began. "You see John. Like we said. Human sexual energy in our main source of substance. But not every Human is equal in how much, or what kind of energy they can provide. It's a question of natural skill. Some people are born able to run faster, some are smarter, and although it may not be a tangible skill, some are born as better food sources for succubae. And in case you haven't guessed it yet, your mother was one such Human.
"I didn't plan it from the moment I saw her if that's what you're thinking. I really was just dropping off some donations and decided to help. And the three of us hit it off. Of course, when a succubus spends extended time with any Human, it's only in our nature to 'size them up,' which is really just playful flirting and gauging their
reaction, both their visible reaction, and the reactions of their sexual aura. Your father was pretty average, but your mother was a great find for any succubae. Pardon the expression, but she was born to be a demon in the shack."
"Which makes being born into family of Bible thumpers one cruel joke from the universe." Blair interrupted.
"We agreed to be more respectful of their religious beliefs sweetie." Felora sternly said.
("Except when it was convenient for you.") Blair said under her breath. Felora ignored it and continued.
"Anyway, yes your mother had her natural sexual gifts suppressed by a childhood of abstinence training. And she managed to carve out a pretty happy life for herself in spite of that, but when I entered the picture I couldn't help myself. I seduced your father, with the goal of getting to your mother. And they never complained about it once. True, my goal was basically just to be the Succubus equivalent of a foodie, but I grew to genuinely care for your parents. I was originally supposed to be one controlling the relationship, but I found it evolved into a co-equal partnership between the three of us. Honestly, I had some big plans for us. I was gonna revel what I really was to them and offer a fully polyamorous tirade. I was even gonna introduce you to Blair myself when you both hit puberty and convince Michael and Joan to give you a more 'open' talk about sex."
"Ironic that the very thing that lead to us sharing the same house lead to you blue balling me. You have no idea what you missed out on." Blair added.
John knew what he was hearing, but still had a hard time wrapping his head around it. He finally had to just sit down in the sit Blair was in earlier and hold his head in his hands. "I can't believe it, everything...everything I thought I knew about my parents...was a lie." Saying it out loud was what John needed to do. He dedicated his life to keeping his parent's memory alive, his behavior, the way he dressed, the choice of colleges, where all him trying to follow a path he thought they would approve of. But what was the point of it all, if they were just some closeted hedonists? That they would let their vows be violated by a charming demon, that they would leave him at her mercy. "Why now, why didn't you tell me all this sooner? Did you think it was funny letting me think they were something they weren't, did you want to give Blair the same experience of seducing a religious person!? Sounds like that would be a pass time for you!" John felt the anger growing. Keeping an even keel was one of the ways he emulated his father, but he wasn't too interested in that now.
Blair just through him a wink, but Felora spoke up. "It wasn't like that. Yes I was hoping for you and Blair would hit it off before long, and she would ease you into this knowledge from the position of a caring lover, but as I said, all it takes in will power to resist us, and you have a good amount for a teenager.
"No, the reason we are telling you all this now this that we hated the idea of you living a lie. When you first came to live with us, even Blair could understand telling you everything would have been too much on top of the recent trauma. And as the years went on, the right opportunity to tell you never presented itself. But here you are, 18, and looking to head out into the world, to live out your live in the memory of you parents. It would not have been right to not tell you what they were really like. We don't do this out of spite for your beliefs, but out of respect for both you and your parents' real memory, as the people I loved.
"And that brings us to where we are. Me and Blair decided we might as well ripe off the band aid.
"This is who we are. Just understand, nothing about us has changed from who you thought we were earlier today, we are your family." Felora finally finished.
John's mind was finally starting to clear, it was a shock to learn all this. The implications of demons being real was big enough, but it was the truth about his parents that mattered most now. Felora was honest. Demon or not, Felora was always an honest person. Five years of living with her proved that to John, so it was all true, she loved his parents, a love that transcended the norms they chose to live in, a love that could have changed all of their lives had they lived.
But the implications of what it meant for him in that moment mattered the most right now. He could not tell himself he was living his life in the name of his parents anymore. At least not living as he was.
After some point Blair stood up from the bed. John didn't even notice her until she was right in front of him. She reached down and pulled him into a standing position by his arms. She stared into his eyes. Hers still glowing with the soft yet eerie light of her irises. She spoke with a frankness he rarely heard her use. "There was another reason I wanted to tell you the truth. There's one more thing about me you probably haven't picked up on. As a Succubus, I'm geared towards lust over love. I have a hard time showing affection without coming off as just plan horny. It has just been my nature since puberty activated my powers. I wasn't even born with a hymen, so technically I was never even a virgin."What I'm trying to say is, all the teasing, the jokey flirting, even sleeping with all those boys, and not caring if you knew, all that was just me trying to say...I love you John." Blair said and then leaned into to kiss John.
John didn't have the reflexes to avoid it. His mind went back to that Christmas years ago, but this felt different. More gentle of her. He recalled Felora mentioning magic pheromones before, he didn't know much about magic, but understood pheromones. And he noticed it, that odd aroma that followed Blair around, that always seemed to pop up when she was in a frisky mood. He always assumed it was her perfume, and left it there, but now he felt it. Almost as if awareness gave him insight, he felt the aroma enter his noise, and make its way to his brain, where lustful thoughts danced in his mind, this was what he had lived with for five years. He believed it was his own lustful mind, but it was all Blair trying to seduce him. It came as no surprise to him at this point. They clearly had mind powers. He should have felt validated, assured that those impure thoughts weren't his own (not entirely at least). But he couldn't think like that now.
All he could think about was how different it felt this time. It wasn't an aggressive haze he had to will himself to resist, it was more like Blair was just sharing her own fantasies with him, nor telling his how he should feel, but sharing how she, herself felt.
When she broke the kiss, they locked eyes again. It was usually at this point John would try some trick to clear his head. Thinking about the Bible, his parents. He had even tried the baseball trick, but that never worked. But this time was different. His parents weren't as devout as he believed them to be, and he knew how happy the love of a Succubus made them. He still had much to figure out, but Blair's pheromones cleared him mind enough to be sure of one thing.
He had no reason to resist anymore.
Blair moved her lips to his ear and whispered. "Fucking a Succubus is one thing but making love to a Succubus can be a transcendent experience for a Human." Blair moved her face back to stare into John's eye's again. "I've never had a Human I felt for enough to make love with, just fucking for physical pleasure, but." Blair paused and placed her hand on the side of John's face. "Maybe we can be a 'first' for each other, in our own ways." Blaire leaned in and kissed John again. Then walked back towards her mother's bed, leading him with one hand.
Felora stood up from the bed and walked over to the chair.
When they were standing at the foot of the bed, Blair cupped John's face, and resumed kissing him. When she leaned into kiss him harder, John responded by wrapping his arms around her waist. All his confusion, all his doubts continued to melt away, it was just him and Blair.