A little - Although your Aunt Grace wants you for something

After emptying yourself deep inside your Cousin Natalie's pussy for the third time, you finally collapse on top of her and pass out for the night. You sleep well, not being disrupted with any more dream visits from Mira, although it's only a few hours before you wake to the sound of your Aunt knocking on your door. Both you and your Cousin letting out a tired groan, not wanting to get up.

"Come on, girls, it's 9 already," Aunt Grace calls through the door. "Don't make me come and drag you both out," She adds in a cheerful tone, although you knew this wasn't an idle threat.

You just have enough time to get to haul yourself out of Natalie's bed and throw on your oversized shirt before your Aunt finds a member of staff to unlock the door and see what was keeping you and your Cousin. Fortunately, Natalie has rolled in her bed, the blanket now covering the incriminating stains on the bed and between your Cousin's legs.

"Sorry, Auntie," You say weakly while rubbing your eyes.

"What happened to you both?" Your Aunt asks, looking over at her Daughter and then back to you.

"Didn't sleep very well," You mumble, deciding to keep things close to the truth.

"I think it was something we ate," Natalie adds, looking equally as bleary-eyed as you.

"Well, you both definitely look tired, and it's not like this place even has a bar you could have been up all night at," Your Aunt muses, shaking her head. "Let's stick to the hotel today then; I've got some analysis work to get on with," Auntie Grace says.

"Sorry, Auntie," You offer weakly.

"It happens, a hazard of the job," Your Aunt says sweetly, "Just come up to my room when you're feeling better, I could use the extra hand, and it'll help with your extra credit," Aunti Grace adds with a smile, before slowly making her way out the room and closing the door behind her.

"Do you think your Mom suspected anything?" You ask nervously once you were sure your Aunt was out of earshot.

"She might have done if she remembered what sex smells like," Natalie replies with a giggle. "Been too long for my dear old Mother," She adds with a grin.

"Lucky us," You say, shaking your head and climbing back into bed with your Cousin. "Still, maybe we should be a little more careful," You say softly.

"Says the woman who dumped what feels like a gallon of sperm in me," Natalie replies with a soft giggle.

"What do you mean by that?" You ask nervously.

"Well, I'm not on the pill, Cuz," Natalie says with a yawn, "You can do the biology math," She adds, nuzzling up against you.

"Wait, you don't think I could get you pregnant, do you?" You ask, suddenly realising how risky your late-night antics sith your Cousin was.

"Guess we'll find out in a few weeks time," Natalie replies with a giggle.

"You're not worried?" You ask in surprise.

"Nah, I think we'd make beautiful children," Natalie says casually.

Needless to say, your Cousin's revelation and a rather casual approach to possibly being impregnated by you make it difficult for you to get back to sleep. You lie there cuddling Natalie for half an hour before slipping out of bed and getting up. You have a shower to help wake yourself up and get dressed into some of the casual clothes you had packed since even flaccid your new equipment was leaving an obvious outline in your various pit work outfits.

You make your way over to your Aunt's room and knock on the door while your mind wanders, worrying about the possibility of what if you had just knocked up Natalie. You're so caught up in your moment of worry and anxiety that you don't even hear your Aunt open the door.

"Amy? I thought you'd be getting more rest?" Your Aunt says when she sees you.

"Sorry, I couldn't get back to sleep, and I feel a little better after a shower," You offer weakly.

"Well, come on in, I've got some light stuff you can busy yourself with, but promise me you'll lie down if you feel worse," Auntie Grace says with a smile. "I'm already in trouble with your Mother when she hears about this as it is," Your Aunt Gracie adds with a smile.

You follow your Aunt into her room, which has an identical layout to the one you're sharing with your Cousin, although with a few more boxes of equipment stacked in the corner. Your Aunt clears some crates from the bed nearest the desk and hands you a sketch pad from her desk after a few moments of rummaging. You weakly smile and take a seat on the bed; flicking through the sketch pad, you see various sketches of the idols and other items that have been dug up the last week or so. Each time your eye sees one of the crude figurines of the feminine form with a proud cock jutting from between their legs, you feel a tingle in your own.

"Think you can sketch what's in these crates?" Your Aunt asks with a smile, "With modern technology, it's not as useful, but I like having them," Auntie Grace adds with a soft laugh.

"Sure, although I'll warn you now, art wasn't my strong point," You reply with a soft smile.

"Oh, I don't know, your Mom still has that portrait you drew of her on display," Auntie Grace says with a soft laugh.

"Don't remind me; her showing her everyone was one of the reasons I didn't keep up with it," You reply, your cheeks flushing red as memories of your Mother proudly telling any and everyone about her Daughter was going to be an artist one day.

"My Sister means well," Auntie Grace says softly. "She wanted a family and children more than anything..." She continues turning and facing you with a smile. "She was just so proud of you and your sisters and wanted you to know how much she cares," She adds. "Our own parents were a little distant, and I guess she's overcompensating for what we didn't get growing up," Auntie Grace explains.

"Oh," You say, taken aback by your aunt's revelation. "Mom never mentioned anything about her parents," You say softly, looking down at your legs and thinking about how much a difference knowing this would have made growing up. There was a distinct pang of guilt now filling your stomach.

"Well, there wasn't much to say, our parents weren't bad or abusive towards us; they just weren't there for us," Auntie Grace begins in a soft tone, "Besides, your Father was good for your Mom, really helped her from completely smothering you and your sisters," Auntie Grace replies thoughtfully. "Now your Mom's just worried about you all, you're all grown up and in college, the twins about to start it next year," Your Aunt continues. "With your father gone, she's just worried about being left all alone with no one to love, at least no one close by," Your Aunt adds with a heavy sigh.

"Maybe I should call her, let her know I'll be back in a few weeks for the summer holidays, maybe do one of those weekend trips she's been wanting to do for the last few years now," You say with a smile,

"I'm sure she'd be happy to hear that," Your Aunt replies with a warm smile. "How much do you have left to do on your college assignments for the year?" Your Aunt asks with a wry smile

"I worked my butt off on all my minor classes to get ahead enough to come out here," You reply before thinking back for a moment, "My History and Archeology professor said they'd pass me if I can give them a report of my experience here in the field," You say looking up at your Aunt for support.

"Well, I'm sure you've got enough experience to fill him in on the technicalities of dig work," Your Aunt muses for a minute, "So you just need something juicy to help give your Professor something to get stuck into," She adds.

"Hopefully, we can uncover something other than these dick girl fertility idols," You say with a soft chuckle.

"Well, we did uncover a mostly intact find that detailed a ritual in our first week before you arrived," Your Aunt muses. "How about we both perform it together, and you can write about it?" Your Aunt offers with a smile. "Maybe we can even ship you off to your Mother a couple of weeks early as a surprise," Your Aunt offers with a grin.

"You could do that?" You ask with a warm smile.

"I won't tell your professor if you don't," Auntie Grace replies with a wicked grin.

"That would be great!" You say standing up and hugging your Aunt for a few seconds until the warmth of her body against yours causes a stirring sensation from between your legs. "Are you sure you don't need me here?" You ask suddenly remembering that the dig site might be the only place you could uncover more information about Mira and maybe someway to be rid of her presence before she does anything more to you and your body.

"Oh no, truth be told, it'll be better for Natalie if you go back, she's been acting up to try and impress you I think," Auntie Grace says with a soft laugh.

"Yeah," You laugh, thinking that the fewer evenings you have with Natalie the better the chance she doesn't end up pregnant by you, the thought alone makes you stir between your legs once more. "So what do we need for this ritual?" You ask quickly to distract yourself from the growing issue between your legs.

"Well, we've got most of everything here, in fact, I think all we're missing is..." Your Aunt Gracie replies, before her eyes narrow on the gold bracelet on your arm. "That's weird, you're already wearing the mark of a priestess," She comments her eyes staring at the gold band and the jewel that seems to shimmer between a smokey red and dark purple shade.

"Oh sorry, Auntie," You begin feeling slightly panicked before a surge of hope hits you. "I put it on yesterday as a joke and I can't take it off," You explain, showing your Aunt that the bracelet was well and truly stuck to you.

"Oh well, no matter, I guess you'll be playing the part of priestess then," Your Aunt replies with a soft giggle. "And I the fair maiden seeking a bountiful crop," She adds with a soft giggle.

You feel a sudden panic take you as you quickly process your Aunt's words. "Auntie, what sort of ritual is it we're performing?" You ask nervously.

"Well a fertility one of course," Your Aunt replies, taking out a few of those statutes and placing them around the room. "Shame we don't have any of the incense or official candles, but I'm sure the Goddess Mira won't mind," Your Aunt jokes.

"Indeed I shan't," Mira's voice whispers in your mind.

"And when you say crop?" You ask hesitantly, hoping beyond hopes she means the more common use of the word.

"Well, a child of course," Your Aunt replies with a giggle, your heart sinking when you hear her reply.

"You want another child?" You ask, feeling your heart rate pick up and the noticeable ache between your legs growing stronger, your panties feeling considerably tighter than they were before.

"Yeah, I always did enjoy being a Mother," Auntie Grace says with a smile as she thinks back to her memories of raising your cousin Natalie. "Maybe it's just the old biological clock ticking, or jealousy from some of the men my Daughter takes home," Auntie Grace explains with a shrug of her shoulders and a smile. "In any case, I'm sure the Goddess Mira is long gone and even if she weren't not like two women could do anything," She adds with a giggle.

"No, my child, I'm quite real and more than happy to accept this ritual in exchange for what you seek," Mira whispers into your mind, her soft tone making your body resonate with a low subtle buzz that leaves you feeling rejuvenated. The ill effects of spending most of the night fucking your Cousin rather than sleeping seemingly disappear at once.

You begin to panic sensing what would happen if the ritual went ahead, but equally having no reason or explanation to give your Aunt to convince her to stop. One of your reasons for agreeing to this ritual was so you could leave before you knocked up your Cousin, but now you might have to knock up your Aunt in her stead.