Part Two

“Gu-gudenes… um, torden I-I dine… shit, what is that circle thingy over the letter A mean?” Nina was butchering the words as she tried rereading the spell.

It wasn’t her fault!

The words twisted and blended together in winding patterns that drew the eye and dazzled the mind. The picture of the pretty blonde lady kept shifting, too. She was smiling at one moment, then laughing or frolicking with her giant pet pig in the next.

Oh, and don’t forget the ultra-distracting sounds of loud, unhinged sex blaring from next door.

How was a girl supposed to focus with all that noise?!

It had been so easy the first time, but she hadn’t been drooling everywhere like a horny bloodhound back then.

Jessa hadn’t lasted five seconds in Trevor’s utterly dominating presence. The athletically honed, gorgeously blonde, tight-bodied yet busty cheerleader walked in on him, hosing down her dramatically transformed fuckdoll mother with his plentiful spunk and instantly folded like a bad hand in poker.

How could she not?

Nina’s studmuffin Big Bro (big in monolithic stature and cunt-pulverizing cock size, to be clear) commanded a lot of attention.

He was a true Man. Proud and unapologetic of his all-encompassing machismo. A walking, talking, totally hard-fucking paragon of masculinity who overshadowed all lesser males like a solar eclipse.

Jessa was in the living room, dressed in form-fitting orange leggings that showcased a spectacular thigh gap and nautical leagues of muscular legs. She tore off her loose tank top, revealing a surprisingly lacy yellow bra, before dropping to her knees in supplication as though Trevor were a rain god in the desert.

At that very moment, the glamorous young blonde was hyperventilating as her naked, megastacked mother melted against Trevor's side, stroking his mouthwatering immensity an inch from the cheerleader's enchanting face. Her tongue kept flicking out, tasting his intoxicating funk in the air.

“Is my daughter attractive enough for you, sir? Is she young and fuckable enough?” Mrs Hatcher cooed, grinding her sodden snatch on his corded thigh. “She usually plays the tease for boys her age, but look how quickly she kneels for a powerful Man. But if you don’t want her, I will send her away and find a more beautiful, more worthy cocksleeve to service your superior magnificence.”

A dense spurt of jism, merely a half cup, splattered across Jessa’s high cheekbones, causing her to quiver and mewl like a hungry kitten.

“Please… please don’t.” She simpered, hands clasped beneath her ample breasts as though in prayer. “Mommy, who is this Adonis… where’s Dad?”

“Tell her.” Trevor rumbled, crossing treetrunk arms over his slab-like pecs.

“That worthless worm? Don’t mention him again, brat.” Her mother spat, slapping his leaking knob across Jessa’s reddening cheek with an audible smack! It left a glistening splotch. “There’s a new Man of the house. We sorely lacked a strong and authoritative presence before today. He will teach you some respect.”

She smeared Trevor’s angry tip over her daughter’s blemishless complexion, drawing a gooey line from chin to temple until his veiny pole stood flat against her blushing face, obscuring it with his righteous girth and dribbling precum into her golden hair.

“Oh god… ye-yes, Mommy.” Jessa groaned, going cross-eyed and taking a tentative lick of the base. An instantaneous spasm racked her gym-fit body, and a darker patch of orange bloomed over her conspicuous camel toe. “Mmmm, I’ve never done more than kiss a boy, but promise to do my best for my delicious new Daddy.”

“I always knew you were a premium piece of pussy, Jessa.” Trevor grunted, seizing his clingy cock-addicted neighbor by the neck and shoving her to the floor. Mrs Hatcher practically whinnied in delight at the rough handling. “Instruct her. Show the little skank how to handle a real Man’s dick.”

“Oh, oh yes, sir! Leave it entirely to me.” She chirped excitedly, crouching beside her moaning daughter and gathering a handful of blonde hair in a ponytail grip. “I’ll make certain she doesn’t disappoint her hunky new Daddy.”

Nina whimpered when a voyeuristic thrill stirred her core. Lengthening spools of bright, brassy curls coiled onto the carpet as she peered over her windowsill.

Saliva hung in sparkling ribbons, bridging her delicate jawline and blouse-busting chest. They added a healthy sheen to the steep slopes of her ivory cleavage, where it exploded from the inadequate confines of her scant schoolgirl uniform.

Agile fingers parted her puffy pink folds, sinking between soaked thighs and achieving lightning-quick, tongue-biting gratification.

She buried an ecstatic wail in the spellbook, shaking through the tempest of toe-curling euphoria, hiding her face and shame between its dry pages.

“Aah! Big Bro… I-I need you–hmmmph~!”

The aged parchment accepted the offering, absorbing Nina’s profuse spittle and sweat, thrumming with mystical energy as cracks in the ancient leather cover knitted shut.

Once the sinful paroxysms ebbed to dull, distant thunder, she sagged like a sail on a windless day. The golden goddess grinned up at Nina, having discarded the feathery cloak to reveal her naked form in all its divine radiance. A busy hand delved into the celestial slit below her flat navel.

Next door, Trevor was vigorously fucking Jessa’s pretty mouth and visibly distending her slender throat with piledriving thrusts. All while his devoted MILF fuckpuppet shoved the cheerleader’s slobbering skull deeper down his shaft until a bulge formed between her sharp clavicles.

Pride swelled in Nina’s blouse-busting bosom, popping several overtaxed buttons. Her handsome, donkey-cocked Bro was really giving that snobby bitch Jessa the business and the stuck-up cunt was gushing like a cheap tramp.

Gosh, but Nina’s cunt was cumming again already too. Riding the back of the first incestuous orgasm straight onto the next. Slick fingers blurred on her clitty, firing hedonistic mortar rounds to blitz her silly girl brain with pyrotechnic pleasure.

Was it because Trevor was blowing another truckload of scrummy bro-sperm down the snooty slut’s gagging esophagus?

That had to be it!

Mrs Hatcher was writhing and humping her daughter’s firm backside, lost in a nirvana of convulsive climax while the younger blonde’s tits billowed outward, overflowing the now-useless bra.

All three of them were in sync with Nina’s Bro-Master’s unquenchable desires. Linked by the unbreakable bond of reverent worship of his dreamboat baby-maker.

She spied in awe as Jessa’s already gorgeous, prize-winning form gained an almost ethereal sexual appeal.

Muscles tightened and elongated in her arms, legs, and back. Her waist and torso were trimmed to runway model measurements, while her pert breasts, hips, and rounded posterior plumped like ripening fruit. Blindingly golden locks extended in length and volume, sweeping the back of her perfect knees (Nina didn’t know how knees could be perfect, but somehow Jessa’s were just that), and her skin took on a flawless, poreless shine.

All with Trevor’s superduper uber-cock lodge deep and **** off her oxygen supply.

Jessa didn’t seem to mind. She was smokily eyefucking him from under ludicrously long lashes, moaning around his awesome throat-clogging length, and Nina had to stop diddling herself before she short-circuited completely.

“Big Bro… Hyaa! Bro-Master… Mmmnph~! Bro-Daddy!” She babbled, dropping the spellbook into a spreading wet stain on the bedroom carpet to tug a fat nipple. “Oh god. Bro-God! I need to feel you inside me so badly!”

“Never gonna get tired of that.” Trevor chuckled, withdrawing his stupifying length with a shlorp! “Now get on the floor and lift those ankles, whore. I’m gonna plant a few rugrats in your belly.”

Nina was thrilled at the command, delivered in his smooth basso voice, flopping onto her back before she realized he was ordering Jessa.

“Yes, Daddy! Right away, sir.” She purred smugly, as though she deserved Trevor’s babies. Nina seethed with jealousy. “Please, fuck my virgin pussy raw, take my first time, and make me a Mommy with your huge Daddy dick!”

“We’ll be pregnant together. It will be a mother-daughter bonding experience.” Mrs Hatcher glanced away coyly, straddling Jessa’s head and pressing knees onto her daughter’s recumbent shoulders to pin the shameless hussy down. “We can attend birthing classes together. Chat about the hottest maternity fashion. Feed our Daddy-Master once our tits are full and heavy with milk…”

Her excited MILF pussy juiced all over Jessa’s beguiling face while Trevor wrangled his cunt-crushing magnitude into place at her tiny, pink entrance.

“Yeah. That’s, like, whatever.” He growled, notching the humongous tip in her pristine, barely legal lips. “Brace yourself, slut. This’ll be the ride of your life.”

Nina fumed. Steam should have whistled from her ears!

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Of course, her ultra-hung, hyper-virile, totally-in-charge Bro-God was bossing around that lucky bitch.

Jessa was right there in his majestic presence. She was beyond beautiful now, thanks to him. Most importantly, she wasn’t his boring, unsexy sister hiding like a thief, peeping through the curtains, and frigging herself catatonic with pruney fingers.

Well, two could play that game!

Nina wasn’t completely clear on what that game was exactly, but it had something to do with getting nailed to the nearest flat surface by her mind-boggling Bro-God’s prodigious, impregnating wonder-cock.

Wobbling to her feet, she nearly tripped over the old tome where it lay on the spotlessly dry carpet. The dancing ink letters were dark and bold, the fancy border thingies shone with intricate gold leaf, and the pretty goddess lady shot her two supportive thumbs up.

The strange book looked brand new. The leather covers, and bindings glowed like a freshly skinned hide tanning in the afternoon sunlight. ‘Hreiðmarr’ was etched on the spine, the title glittering like gemstone dust.

That was nice.

Flipping her lush rose-gold mane in dismissal, Nina tottered out the bedroom door. Carnal yearning and a yawning emptiness within guided her steps. A half-baked plan fomenting in her lust-addled mind.