Chapter 217: Two Sisters Reunited
The next day, the two sisters woke up in the morning.
They were together when they woke up, in the same bed.
They were buck naked, barely covered with a thin sheet. The duel was over. The war was finally over between the two sisters of the Autumn province.
A new dawn was coming. When they opened their eyes, at roughly the same time, September and Bridget were embracing one another, hugging during their sleep. When they realized what they had been doing, the fact that they had been hugging during the night, they both started to blush. With the way they were lying down in bed, they were facing one another, looking each other in the eyes.
This would have been even more awkward if the two didn't do a couple of dirty things together while they were on the brink of falling asleep last night. A lot of kissing was involved. Some touching. Even a bit of fingering there and there. Nothing too serious. Only some foreplay there and there before the two sisters eventually fell asleep in each other's arms. Remembering all the dirty things they had done last night upon awakening, sharing a bed, hugging naked like this wasn't the worst thing in the world.
A day ago, the two sisters were still at war. Now, they were both walking on a path to redemption. Bridget was the first one to actually smile after the two stared at one another in the eyes. September followed suits relatively quickly. She smiled as well. The two blushed even more. September, remembering the big, caring sister she once used to be, leaned forward a bit and hugged her younger sister even tighter. Bringing her tighter to her chest. September's tits were so soft that she sunk into them. Literally.
"Good morning, little sister…" September told her.
"Morning… Ah! I'm sinking into your big tits, big sister!"
"Ah. Sorry. There you go. I am pulling you out of there."
"Ahn… They are so large and soft… Like pillows…"
"Alright. Is that any better, Bridge?" She called her, an old nickname that she used to call her by a long, long time ago.
"Much better! But honestly, I wasn't complaining too much. It has been so long since the last time we ever slept in the same bed."
"It has. Way too long. It was not the same without you, sis."
"September…" Bridget looked the other way, blushing even more this time, as it was getting more difficult for her to look at her.
"Yes. What is it?" September asked her, concerned.
"Do you think we'll ever know if we are, actually, real sisters?"
"What do you mean? We are real sisters. No matter what."
"I know, I know, but I mean blood sisters. We tried to investigate this a few years back, but we weren't able. There is a chance we are blood-related. But there is a bigger chance we are only half-sisters. Which would still mean that we are blood-related, make no mistake, but there is also a much, much bigger chance that we are not related at all. Like, not from the same parents at all. I think about this a lot… I thought about this so much since you became a witch renegade and that we were at war. I can't stop thinking about it…"
"I understand. But don't worry about it. No matter who our parents are, we are real sisters. You know that, right?" She asked her.
"Yeah. Right. It's getting better now that we made peace…"
"Tell me about it!" September was glad she felt better.
"Did someone mention the word: 'Peace', huh?" A deep and strong, masculine voice was suddenly heard on the other side of the door of their bedroom within the dark church in the village. The two witch sisters quickly turned their heads to the door, surprised.
"Don't tell me it's him…" Bridget didn't expect that at all.
"It can only be him…" September already knew it was him.
"Good morning," the deep voice was heard again as someone pushed the door on the outside, the courageous man who brought the two sisters together was right there on the doorstep.
Junk was not wearing his demonic Halloween armor at the moment, only regular clothes.
He penetrated inside of the bedroom. He didn't even bother to close the door behind him. He stormed the bedroom and stood on the edge of the bed, staring at the two busty witches, craving them. He licked his lips and was about to climb into the bed, joining them. He was able to do it. No guards stopped him from entering the church. This time, he was no longer an unwanted visitor in the village. The tables had turned around. He would soon become a permanent resident of this town. Going from being a slave to a guest, and then an actual member of a society. That wasn't too bad for him.
"Your demon knight…" Bridget blushed a lot more. She was lusting for him. Her time with him in the bathroom yesterday wasn't quite enough for her and since they were all on the same side now, there was no longer any reason not to enjoy some pleasures of having more friends. There was nothing wrong with that.
"Junk… What are you doing here, exactly?" September asked.
"Couldn't wait to see how you two were doing. I didn't believe it at first when I was told that you two truly had made peace," he explained to his Witch Queen as he savagely pulled on some kind of underwear, a loincloth that was barely covering his cock to begin with. He removed it and fully revealed his monstrous boner to both of the two sisters as she stepped onto the bed, causing it to break a little. The legs of the bed gave up, and the bed came crashing on the floor. Bridget squealed as this happened. Meanwhile, September was sort of annoyed by it. And there was a decent reason for it.
"Junk. Do you know what kind of bed you just broke?"
"September. It's fine. Don't worry about it," Bridget said.
"No. Why should I be concerned about it?" He asked her.
"This bed… Right here… That you just broke… Was the bed that we used to sleep in when we were growing up… It's an ancient bed… Constructed by the elder sisters of our village…"
"Okay. Don't care. Let's fuck now," he replied to her.
"Um…" September gritted her teeth. "You better give us a decent fuck at least for breaking our bed like that," she mentioned to him.