Denise leads the way

Denise watched as the outfits seemed to respond to her challenge. A couple of your mother’s lyrca workout suits stood on either side of her, their sleeves moving to her shoulders and holding her in place.

“It’s not going to end well? Looks like it already ended for you, Adam.” Denise regarded your post-ejaculation cock, still dribbling a little, but noticeably deflated. “Oh, god—Adam, you realize it’s your cum that’s bringing them to life, right?” You both stared at the laundry basket now. It was as if a slow-motion funnel cloud was striking the center of the basket. You both watched as your sister’s clothes were caught up in the mystical wind.

But Denise wasn’t technically right.

“No...my cum doesn’t need to hit them to bring them to life,” You mutter, “But, uh—it certainly does seem to help the process along a bit.”

A pair of Sarah’s panties plumped to her shape and stood before Denise, appearing to consider their target. Denise looked down at the red and white plaid cotton briefs.

“What size is your sister?” Denise asked, wondering what to expect next from these things. The nylons around her wrists slid their feet-ends up Denise’s arms, coiling around them and tickling their ends against her skin. Your eyes jumped from Denise to Sarah’s panties, standing in front of her.

“Her panty size? I don’t freaking know!” You struggled to move your arms, still being bear-hugged by your mom’s cycling outfit. “What kind of question is...Denise!? What are you doing?”

She was laughing as she did it—almost as if she was drunk with the impossible situation.

“You know, they respond to impulse, right?” She extended her leg, carefully bringing her toes up to the cleft of the panties suspended in the air before her. “I mean, mine did. We didn’t do...anything like this,” Denise laughed, “But like, they knew how to snuggle up and watch TV with me. They did a homework assignment pretty decently.”

You looked at her accusingly.

“You asked me why I didn’t get a hold of you,” You said. “Meanwhile you’ve got the magic clothes doing your term paper.” The purple bodysuit and black leggings stood in front of you as a sleeve reached down to your spent cock, lifting it for a second.

“Yeah, well...” Denise slowly replied, working the camel toe in Sarah’s panties, “That’s because I was able to show some self-control...while someone else decided he was going to fire spunk all over his mom’s clothes the first chance he got.” Denise smirked. “You can’t seriously ask me not to be curious how all THIS started.”

You gulped as the bodysuit-and-leggings walked out of the laundry room. You thought you heard the stairs creak.

“Listen, I READ THE SPELL again. That was all.” You wiggled against the biking jacket, but the thing shifted your weight, easily tossing you into a cradled position. You looked at the creepy empty collar of the suit, trying your best not to focus on the tingle in your balls from being rendered absolutely helpless by your mom’s stuff.

Yet again.

“Uh...huh...and then what?” Sarah’s panties were grinding against Denise’s toes now. She pulled her foot away, letting it down. When the panties wiggled with apparent eagerness, Denise licked her lips suggestively, then—a little more blatantly—rolled her tongue at the panties.

“Then they...” You watched as your sister’s panties happily bobbed toward Denise’s mouth. You were lost for a second. Denise was so absolutely okay with this… “Then they, uh, basically started messing with me. Like, right away. Felt up. Stripped naked.”

“They respond...to impulse.” Denise’s eyes narrowed at you before she grinned, turning to the panties. “Don’t you, baby?” The moment Denise’s entreaty came, Sarah’s panties **** themselves against her lips, grinding against her. Denise let out a little laugh, quickly muffled by the living cotton pressing against her mouth.

The rest of Sarah’s clothes were gathering around her, calm. Almost like they were watching. You couldn’t understand where Denise was going with this if she hadn’t gotten at least a little curious with her own clothes, but...maybe she had a plan. You certainly didn’t want to break her stride.

Her lips were wet, licking and sucking the plaid cotton. Still cradled, you could feel your cock again. Pumping. Resetting. Wanting more. When you saw the purple bodysuit come back through the doorway carrying something, your eyes went wide.

It was the book.