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Title: Sympathetic Magic
Author: Elise Olisbos
Keywords/Codes: futa, herm, magic, inc, Ff, ff
Summary: A potion-maker has to
deal with the antics of her younger sister.






"When I said you could come inside the lab and watch me work, as
long as you don't touch anything," Tamsin of Red Hill said
sharply to her half-sister, "I really meant don't touch
anything."

Melantha put down the vial of shining purple liquid that she had
been inspecting and wrinkled her nose. "I didn't touch any of
your stupid potions." She looked around, jaw set sullenly. "I
thought it would be more interesting. All you do is chop stuff
and mix them together."

"Sorry to disappoint you," Tamsin said dryly. "The work of a
potioneer is long and fruitful, but unfortunately very boring."

As Melantha made another face, Tamsin mentally cursed her father
for marrying again, and having another child when Tamsin was just
fifteen. Then, she cursed her father twice for dying with his
second wife in the recent plagues and leaving this troublesome
teenager in her care. Hadn't his wife a whole bunch of relatives?
Why wasn't Melantha sent to live with them? Tamsin was barely
thirty, and had been happily living on her own. She had no idea
how to care for someone else.

Scratch that; Tamsin was cursing her dearly departed dad three
times.

Melantha moved to another long table, poking at the delicate
ingredients that Tamsin had laid out very carefully from this
morning. Tamsin frowned; the ingredients shifted out of the reach
of Melantha's meddlesome fingers under the power of Tamsin's
will; using her energy like that was a little tiring, but she
really couldn't stop stirring this particular cauldron right now.

Instead of looking impressed, as most people would, Melantha
frowned. Tamsin frowned back. If Melantha wasn't so sour-looking
all the time, she would be fairly pretty. She had the same long,
thick black hair as Tamsin, courtesy of their father, and the
same distinct features: heavy eyebrows, strong jaw and aquiline
nose. While Tamsin had inherited the light-grey shade of eyes
from her mother, which was sometimes quite useful when scaring
potential clients into using her potions, Melantha's eyes were
dark, and heavy-lidded.

"You know what's kind of funny?" Melantha now asked, removing the
cover from a small earthenware pot and peering inside.

"Isn't it time for school?" Tamsin wondered aloud and threw a
handful of ambrein crystals inside this bubbling potion. The
thick liquid turned white, and became still, just the result that
Tamsin had expected.

Melantha ignored the pointed question, even though she was indeed
dressed in her school-clothes. "You're like, this big
potion-witchy type, and all you brew is stuff for those
sex-actors down on the Love-de-Sac."

Tamsin went red at that and hurriedly doused the flame underneath
this current potion before it burned. Melantha was giving her a
nasty little smile.

"You shouldn't be going to those shows," Tamsin lectured. "They
shouldn't let you in, as a matter of fact!"

Melantha shrugged carelessly. "If you have enough money, you can
go anywhere," she said and Tamsin made a mental note to monitor
the substantial inheritance their father had left her. "Makes me
proud," Melantha continued in a darker, mocking tone, "when I see
those actresses and actors going at it for so long, I know it's
thanks to all these potions you make."

"Shut up." Tamsin hurriedly bottled her cooled potion, scowling.
"Pays the bills, doesn't it?"

Melantha huffed and went over to a locked cabinet, tapping on the
glass door. "What's this one?" She narrowed her eyes at the woven
wire-mesh that was placed in the glass itself, almost obscuring
the view of the small phials containing a bright blue substance.
"And why all the special protection?"

"It's a very expensive and delicate potion," Tamsin snapped,
deftly spooning the white liquid into freshly sterilised white
bottles, packing them in a wooden box lined with satin for
delivery.

"What does it do?"

"None of your business."

"Come on, tell me," Melantha cajoled. "I could get nosy and break
in and probably take it. That would be bad, right?"

Tamsin stared at her incredulously, but Melantha's grin was sharp
and bright and oddly, quite serious.

"Fine." Tamsin placed the last bottle in the wooden box.
"Increases the size and length of the human female clitoral hood
and glans, adjusts the suspensory ligaments to aid in erection
and adapts the internal pudendal artery for the sexual load."

"What?"

"Makes the clit bigger!" Tamsin closed the cover of the box with
a little more force than necessary and hoped that she hadn't
broken any of the boxes. She glowered at Melantha's shocked
expression. "Makes it big for fucking," she said slowly. "Happy
now?"

"Why would you make that?" Melantha didn't sound particularly
reproaching, though, despite her hushed tone; she seemed...
overly curious.

Tamsin shrugged, and hoped she didn't look too much like Melantha
with that action. "A wealthy client commissioned me to make it.
Said she had a pretty little servant-girl she wanted to get
inside."

"Are you serious?" Melantha went back to gazing at the small
phials in neat rows, locked away behind the secured glass. Tamsin
patted her collar briefly; beneath the high-necked dress, a
silver key hung on a slender length of red cord. The key for that
cabinet, in fact.

"Yes, I'm serious." Tamsin remembered the day the woman and her
servant had come to pick up the potion; the woman, a tall, regal
woman with grey hair piled regally on top of her head, had
clutched at the small case that Tamsin had handed to her, her
eyes gleaming in excitement. The servant, who was indeed very
pretty, had flushed as the woman gripped her hand eagerly and
dragged her out of Tamsin's small shop. Tamsin had barely enough
time to to rush out after the woman and give her a list of
instructions, so she wouldn't overdose herself or her servant, if
she wanted to go that route.

"It's very strong," Tamsin continued, hefting the box and placing
the strap securely over her shoulder. "But enough of that. Let's
go, I'm sure you're late for school."

"School is stupid," Melantha griped, but she still picked her her
own book-bag and stomped out of the front door that Tamsin held
open. "All the girls there are stupid," she explained after
Tamsin locked her shop and they set off down the road. "Very,
very stupid."

"I'm sure you're the pinnacle of brilliance there," Tamsin
muttered under her breath.

"What was that?" Melantha peered at her suspiciously.

"Nothing. Get to school." Tamsin tried to sound like a
responsible caretaker, but Melantha rolled her eyes and ambled
down an intersecting cobblestone road. "And don't go to those
shows!" she added loudly.

Melantha only raised one hand and made a very rude gesture.
Tamsin wrestled with the urge to use her will and break that
finger; she managed to get over it, and make her way down to
Love-de-Sac.

*

"Good work," Big Martin grinned, his gold tooth glinting, as he
took the new vials from Tamsin and handed her the used ones. He
went over to the desk in his cluttered office and rummaged
through, hauling out a leather pursed stuffed with money.
Laboriously, he counted out crushed bills and heavy bronze coins
as Tamsin wrote out a receipt.

"Lorna said the new lubricant makes her pussy itch somethin'
fierce," Big Martin noted as he handed over the money and
squinted at the receipt Tamsin gave to him.

"Tell Lorna that she should stop allowing people to push money up
her snatch," Tamsin said in return and Big Martin laughed loudly.
"The metal and ink will react with the potion, Mart. That fucking
nasty bitch."

"I know." Big Martin continued to chuckle, putting his receipt
inside a ledger. "But she's me best girl, ain't she? She'll do
just 'bout anything the crowd wants. Besides, that's how she gets
her tips." He winked at Tamsin, who sighed.

"Maybe I can make a new one for her, to counteract the itching,"
she conceded and Big Martin nodded. "But it'll cost you more."

Big Martin waved a meaty hand dismissively. There was a reason he
was called Big Martin, with his massive frame and jowly face. He
had the soulful brown eyes and expression of a faithful
bloodhound; these made people think he was soft-hearted.

They were always caught off-guard when Big Martin threw them out
of his dark show-house, sometimes two in each hand, for going too
far with his actresses and actors. Granted, most things weren't
too far enough, but if a performer said no, then no it was. Any
further, and Big Martin would fling people out.

"Money's no problem," Big Martin assured her and dropped another
conspiratorial wink. "Sex always sells. Ain't that right, Tam?"

"Thank you for your business, Martin," Tamsin said stiffly, but
she couldn't help a rueful grin for Big Martin's massive smile.
She'd known him for a long time, even from before her mother had
died. Tamsin's mother, in her prime, had been one of Big Martin's
best performers. Tamsin had a very hazy memory of peeping beneath
a curtain backstage and watching the flexible woman under the
bright lights, writhing on stage with an assortment of men and
women.

Tamsin pushed the memory of her mother out of her mind and nodded
at Big Martin, leaving his office quickly and making her way
though the still-quiet theatre. Tonight looked like it would be a
leather night, she noted, seeing the stage set up with
restraining belts and cold steel benches. She wondered idly if
Big Martin had enough of the pain and healing solution she had
whipped up recently. He should, she decided and walked out into
the late afternoon sunshine of Love-de-sac.

The whores were already out, nodding at Tamsin as she passed them
by on her way to the exit of the narrow alleyway; Big Martin's
Place was at the dead-end of the cul-de-sac, the older whores
idling near that section, while the newer ones were at the entry
of the road. Tamsin knew most of the established ones by name.
She'd know the newer ones soon enough, when they were informed of
her gentle healing potions and the very strong ones that
prevented disease.

"Alright, there, Tam," someone drawled in greeting and Tamsin
waved without taking a look. Sometimes they offered sex for
payment of the potions; sometimes Tamsin took it. Business was
business, after all and the whores on Love-de-sac knew better
than to try cheat her out of her wares. Who would help them out
when they had those large boils erupt on their dicks and cunts if
they did?

All in all, it was a fairly comfortable life, and Tamsin hoped
her half-sister wouldn't go about fucking it all up.

*

Tamsin frowned as she entered her shop and stood for a moment,
listening carefully. There was no noise coming from upstairs,
from the large set of apartments that she lived in (once with her
dying mother, then by herself for about ten glorious years and
now with the half-sister that had taken over her mother's old
rooms without even so much as a by-your-leave).

However, there was a soft, shifting sound from the direction of
Tamsin's private labs. She hurriedly went through the doorway
that led downstairs, snapping her fingers to quickly set every
single one of the candles and sconces ablaze, shifting the room
from the weak twilight gloom filtering through the high, narrow
windows, to a bright wash of warm yellow light. The energy it
took to do that was like a kick to her chest, but she breathed
deeply for a few moments and regained some of her balance.

She gazed in horror at the cabinet that Melantha had been so
inquisitive over this morning; one of the small doors was
standing open. The glass wasn't broken, she noticed as she walked
over, setting down her carrying-box. The key was still around her
neck, how the hell did--

A small moan caught her attention and Tamsin went on tiptoe to
peer over the high table that stood between her and the cabinet.
On the other side, sprawled on the floor, she could just make out
Melantha's frame, still clad in the long, heavy grey uniform that
the school insisted on. Her booted feet were twitching slightly.

Tamsin rushed around, kneeling and grabbing Melantha's shoulders.
The girl moaned and moved weakly, a light blue froth bubbling at
her lips.

"Idiot!" Tamsin looked around, closing her eyes briefly at the
sight of three vials lying almost innocently on the floor. "Oh,
shit."

She leapt up and raced over to a shelf on the other side of the
room, fingers hovering over the bottles. Tamsin seized a tall one
, almost filled to the brim with a thin red liquid, ignoring the
clatter of the other bottles as they fell.

As soon as she returned to Melantha, she wrestled the heavy girl
into a half-sitting position and pulled open her bottom lip,
forcing the liquid down her throat. It was a general antidote,
excellent at cancelling out the temporary effects of most other
potions... but the blue one had been specially made to physically
alter the human body. An overdose could mean a permanent change.

"Tam... sin?" Melantha groaned when the last of the red potion
slid down her throat. "Ow... hurts..."

"You fucking idiot!" Tamsin cursed, tossing away the tall bottle
and pressing her hand to Melantha's forehead. "Why did you do
something so stupid?!"

"...because... I could?" Melantha was actually giggling a little.
Tamsin wanted to choke her to death. Stupid, stupid girl. "Ow.
Ow, hurts."

"Where," Tamsin asked flatly, even though she had a very good
idea of where. "Where hurts?"

"My crotch." Melantha wriggled and gasped. "Hurts. Burns."

Gritting her teeth, Tamsin adjusted her so that her back was
resting against Tamsin's chest, and began to pull up the coarse
material of Melantha's uniform. It was a shapeless, long dress,
with full sleeves and a wide collar. The ultra-conservative
school was the only one of high quality for miles around. It was
really a pity they had failed to drum any common sense into the
girl in the month since she had been there.

A solid lump was formed at the juncture of Melantha's legs; she
hissed as Tamsin continued to drag the uniform up over it.

"Sorry, sorry," Tamsin muttered, not that sorry at all. The black
boots, with shiny gold buckles, went up to the middle of
Melantha's long, pale legs. Tamsin was sure that those weren't
school issue. When Tamsin had gone to that school, all shoes were
to be no more than ankle-height.

Her sister was a rebel, obviously. A stupid rebel.

Tamsin rolled the school-dress up to Melantha's waist and sighed
in displeasure; not at the fairly sensible white panties that she
had on, but at the angry red head of an enlarged, aroused clit
that was peeking from underneath the waistband of the underwear.

Melantha's hand went to it immediately, clutching it. "Hurts,"
she moaned weakly even as her hips began to thrust; she probably
wasn't even aware of what she was doing. "Tam... Tamsin, help."

"It wouldn't be like this if you weren't so fucking nosy," Tamsin
snarled, but she reached out and brushed Melantha's hand away.
Unceremoniously, she dragged down the panties, which were quite
damp to the touch. For a moment, Tamsin could only stare.

Melantha's enlarged clit looked very much like a regular dick;
the shaft was long and smooth. but the head wasn't as bulbous. Of
course, there were no balls; Tamsin could still see her vaginal
slit. The coarse black pubic hair was shorn low, and she could
clearly make out the glistening pout of fat wet lips.

"Hang on." Tamsin wrapped her hand around the engorged flesh and
stroked it slowly. Melantha clutched her arm tightly, crying out
in mingled pain and relief. The cock, for that was what Tamsin
decided to call it in her mind, was nicely thick and warm, the
skin smooth against her palm. It throbbed against her fingers and
Tamsin bit her lip, feeling her own pussy twitch and become damp
in anticipation.

That's not going to happen, though, she told her body fiercely.
So just calm down.

Melantha was writhed helplessly, turning her face to press
against Tamsin's neck, a trembling moan riding every tortured
breath. When Tamsin pulled back her hand to lick her palm, a
mewling sound of complaint issued from the girl before Tamsin put
her hand back, jerking at her dick quickly.

"Oh, oh," Melantha groaned breathlessly, over and over against
Tamsin's neck and she thrashed and bucked. Tamsin wrapped her
free hand around her chest, held her firmly and carried on.

Melantha clapped one of her hands over her own mouth, yelling
wordlessly against her palm as her body went rigid for a long
heartbeat; the cock in Tamsin's hand trembled and then began to
soften.

Tamsin pressed her head against Melantha's shoulder, breathing
deeply to control her own arousal. She had to do it, she
reasoned. It must have been painful for Melantha to be in that
state.

"Melantha, get up," she finally said, tiredly.

Melantha answered with a long snore.

*

Even though she was years younger, Melantha was taller and more
solidly-built than Tamsin. That being said, it was a fucking pain
for Tamsin to drag her upstairs and into her bed. She stripped
Melantha of her clothes and went into the bathroom for a damp
cloth to wipe at Melantha's inner thighs, which were wet with
what looked like quite a lot of clear ejaculate. From her cunt?
Tamsin wondered, wiping clinically. Melantha groaned and rolled
over on her side, the dick flopping loosely to rest on her thigh.

Tamsin covered her with the sheet and went downstairs to clean
up.

In a few hours, when Tamsin had sat down at the desk in her
bedroom with a large book of potions, trying to find a proper
counteractive, she heard Melantha moving around. Tamsin breathed
heavily, and went to face the music.

Melantha was in her bathroom when Tamsin entered the room, so she
sat down at a nearby armchair and waited. The paintings of
Tamsin's mother and their father were still hung over the massive
canopy bed. The curtains of the bed were wide open; Melantha
seemed not to like them pulled closed.

Tamsin was considering the arrogant dark stare of her father when
the bathroom door opened and Melantha, dressed in a tattered blue
nightgown, staggered out.

She froze when she saw Tamsin, and a red flush stole up her neck
and over her face.

"How do you feel?" Tamsin tried to sound calm, but from the quick
flash of mingled fear and defiance in Melantha's eyes, she might
have not been as calm as she thought.

"Fine." Melantha padded over to her bed and slid in, pulling the
covers up to her chin.

"Fine? Really? That's wonderful. Now, maybe you can tell me why
the fuck you took that potion."

Infuriatingly, Melantha shrugged and leaned back against her
pillows.

"That's really not a good answer," Tamsin told her tightly.

"I don't know why I did it," Melantha muttered in a sullen tone.
"I just wanted... to see--"

"Well, now you've seen. And you took so much!"

Melantha scowled. "Nothing happened at first! I picked the
lock--"

"Great work, Dad," Tamsin loudly told the painting of her father,
"you've raised a fine larcenist, here."

"--and I drank one and nothing happened," the girl finished.

"So you took another. And another." Tamsin pressed her fingers to
her temples. "Don't you know anything about potions?"

"No." Melantha picked at a stray string on her blankets. "Not
everyone is the brilliant potioneer that didn't even make the
time to save her own father, you know."

"Please don't go there," Tamsin warned, but that little comment
hurt. A lot. She tried to blink away tears and won after a short
struggle. "Just don't. That's not the point right now."

"What is it, then," Melantha said tonelessly, frowning at
everything and nothing in particular at the same time.

"A potion like that takes a relatively long time to show any
effects, because it has to go through the bloodstream," Tamsin
explained. "Most of the ones I make are topical ones. You rub
them on and you get an immediate result. This one, it's pretty
powerful. It has to be taken in small doses... or the results
might be permanent."

Melantha's eyes snapped to hers in shock. "You... you don't have
something to change me back?"

"If I did," Tamsin said impatiently, "do you think I would have
locked it away with a key? A key, Melantha! There must have been
a reason for it!"

"I can't be stuck this way!" Melantha shrieked at her. "What kind
of potion-person are you, if you don't have an antidote!"

"I'm the kind of potioneer who LOCKS AWAY the dangerous stuff!"
Tamsin rose to her feet, incensed. "If you're stupid enough to
godrinking things you don't know anything about, it serves you
right!"

She was so angry, that when she marched to the door, it wrenched
itself open, moved by her high-strung will. It slammed behind her
and her own door flew open under her unmindful command.

After all that door-slamming was over, Tamsin could hear the
sound of wretched weeping coming from Melantha's room.

She refused to go back and comfort her.

*

The next few weeks, Tamsin barely said more than a few words to
Melantha. The girl looked angry for a few days, sullen the next,
deeply apologetic after that, which melted into confusion at
Tamsin's cold lack of reaction, before going right back to angry
again.

Tamsin ignored her and went about her normal tasks, not even
caring if the stupid girl went to school or not. In the nights,
she could hear Melantha's low moans as she played with her new
dick and Tamsin would roll her eyes and put her pillows over her
head.

One morning, she got up and found that Melantha had risen before
her (wonder of wonders) and was placing cutlery on the table in
the kitchen.

"What's this?" Tamsin blurted in surprise, looking at the piles
of scrambled eggs, fried sausages, some lumpy hash-browns and
oddly shaped crepes.

"Breakfast," Melantha said, putting down glasses of orange juice.
She was already dressed in her long, shapeless school uniform.
"You know, what normal people eat in the morning. I notice you
don't and Papa always said that it was the best way to start the
day. Sit down."

"He didn't say that when he was with us," Tamsin muttered, but
she sat down.

"The man who was your dad and the man who was my Papa were two
different men, I guess," Melantha said, taking her own seat and
spooned out some of the eggs.

"More likely," Tamsin agreed; the man who had argued with her
mother nearly every day certainly hadn't been a champion of the
early morning meal. Tamsin glanced at Melantha's face as she ate.
She had to remember that while Tamsin had lost their dad
yearsbefore, when he had left her and her mother to move on with
his own life, Melantha had lost him just a few months ago.

Maybe she could be less harsh on the girl.

"This is good," she said as she chewed. She wasn't lying, either,
the food probably looked funny, but it was well cooked. "I didn't
even know I had eggs."

"You didn't. I went and bought some really early this morning."

"Oh. Well... thanks, this is good."

They ate in silence for some time and Tamsin cleared her throat.
"And... how is the penis?"

Melantha choked on the mouthful of orange juice she had just been
drinking. She thumped on her own chest a couple times and then
looked at Tamsin with watering eyes. "Well... it's still there."

"I've been looking for an antidote," Tamsin admitted and smiled
briefly at Melantha's wide stare. "Yes, I have."

"Oh." Melantha shifted uncomfortably. "Well, you don't have to
rush. I mean, I haven't fit very well in school, and this is just
one more thing that makes me different from all those other
girls. I'm dealing with it."

"I see." Tamsin chewed on some hash-browns contemplatively. "And
it doesn't cause any trouble?"

Melantha blushed and shrugged, toying with her food now.
"Sometimes... well. There's this girl."

Tamsin blinked at her and tried to look supportive when Melantha
glanced up, a defensive glint to her eye. "Yes?"

"There's just this girl," Melantha finished stubbornly, and set
her mouth in a tight line, as if Tamsin was going to torture her
to get the rest of the information out.

Tamsin just nodded. "And when you see her, you feel it getting
hard."

Now, it was Melantha's turn to blink. "Yes. How did you know?"

"Simple physical reaction. It's normal... well, normal enough for
your current situation."

Melantha shrugged, getting up from the table hurriedly and taking
up the breakfast plates to stack in the sink. "She's the school
bicycle, anyway, she lets any boy from the other schools ride
her."

"Young love these days," Tamsin said in bemusement, "so very
romantic."

"Yeah," Melantha grinned and Tamsin was startled into grinning
back. Melantha's face was very pretty when she smiled like that.
"Yeah, but only her ass. She won't let anyone get in the pink,
'cause she's saving up for her one true love, or some shit like
that."

"A virtuous girl," Tamsin pointed out. "A real catch, that one."

"I have school now," Melantha said quite unnecessarily and edged
towards the door. "I'll see you after, Tam."

"Sure, Mel," Tamsin called back, smiling a little when Melantha
seemed surprised at the nickname. "I'll see you later."

Melantha hesitated at the door and then came back inside the
kitchen, walking close to hug Tamsin close. Tamsin froze; she had
never been hugged in a long time and her mother hadn't exactly
been the hugging type.

"Thanks," Melantha said in a very gentle voice. "For... what you
did that first time. It really hurt, so thanks."

"That's alright," Tamsin said awkwardly and Melantha offered her
a quick smile before leaving again.

Tamsin went to the kitchen window to watch her half-sister walk
slowly down the road to school.

*

Melantha continued to make breakfast, Tamsin continued to brew
her potions, and everything seemed to be running on a track of
reasonable normality for a couple of weeks until Tamsin caught a
strange girl emerging from Melantha's room one night.

She had been down in the lab, trying to properly balance potion
for a young whore with a combination of disease and genetically
unhealthy blood. She had just managed to get it right, and was
slowly making her way up the stairs and had looked towards
Melantha's door, idly.

A girl stood here with her hand on the doorknob, frozen. She was
dark-skinned, with a lot of short, curly black hair and large
eyes, her lips folded in. She had on her school-uniform and even
in the dark Tamsin could see that she was some years younger than
Melantha.

"What are you doing here?" Tamsin asked, more sharply that she
intended; this seem to break the girl's stupefaction, because she
immediately bolted past Tamsin like a spooked deer, down the
stairs to the shop and outside. Tamsin was about to go after her,
a girl that young shouldn't be on the streets so late, but
Melantha had already raced out of her room in the wake of her
young friend.

Her lover. That was the right word. When Tamsin was fifteen, did
she have a lover? No way, Tamsin mused as she went into
Melantha's room, and stared at the rumpled sheets, smelling the
sharp scent of sex hanging in the air. At that age, Tamsin was
too busy working, supplementing her mother's pension from Big
Martin when she got too sick to perform. At that age, Tamsin's
father had already left them, and Tamsin had been training
herself at home while she cared for her dying mother.

At that age, it had been just her. At that age, there had been no
time for girls with chocolate skin and big pretty eyes. Walking
as if she was in a fog, Tamsin went over to the dresser and
picked up a large green marble from within a music-box that was
standing open. Tamsin placed it in her pocket, before lighting a
candle the normal way, and turned to face Melantha as she
stumbled back in her room.

"Thanks a lot!" Melantha exclaimed, flopping face-first onto her
bed. "Thanks for scaring her off, Tamsin! Now she'll never come
back and I really liked her."

"That's the one who lets anyone in her ass?" Tamsin asked
stiffly. Melantha, who had her head buried in a pillow, snorted.

"No, fuck that one. This one's Avner." Melantha turned her head
and her eyes were dreamy in the candle-light. "She's so smart.
She's younger than me but she tutors me in Maths. And... and she
knows about the dick."

"How nice," Tamsin sneered. "Be careful she doesn't go behind
your back and tell everyone about how freaky you are."

"She wouldn't do that!" Melantha sat up and stared at Tamsin.
"She promised! Avner's so sweet, she promised."

"Look, my dad promised my mother that he'd never leave her, and
look what happened." Tamsin stalked to the door. "People are
fucking fickle like that. No more girls here late at night," she
snapped. "No more anybody here late at night. As a matter of
fact, you're grounded."

She slammed the door behind her.

The door flew open again, bouncing against the inner wall and
Tamsin turned back in surprise and anger at Melantha's daring...
but Melantha wasn't standing anywhere near the door. She stood at
the end of her bed, her hair shifting ominously in some
unperceived wind.

Melantha had opened that door, Tamsin realised in a dawning
surprise, not by hand but with the same force that Tamsin was
capable of.

"You're not my Papa or my mother," Melantha said menacingly. "You
can't tell me what to do."

"I can and I will." Tamsin willed the door to close again; it
obeyed creakily for a few moments before Melantha wrenched it
back under her control.

"I hate you so much right now," Melantha hissed and the door
shuddered under the weight of both their minds.

"The feeling is pretty much mutual," Tamsin replied harshly and
put all her energy into getting that door closed. Melantha cried
out in pain and anger as the door slammed so hard that the frame
cracked; Tamsin reeled in the hallway, pressing her hand to her
forehead. Doing that had been a bad idea... and childish.

And also, a very bad idea.

She stumbled towards her own bathroom to locate a painkilling
potion and one that would rejuvenate her drained energy. After
drinking from a couple vials she found on her shelf, she took two
more and went out and placed them on the ground in front of
Melantha's door. She knocked and walked away; she wasn't in the
mood to look at the girl's face right now.

Closing her own room securely, she shucked off her over-robe and
slid into bed, closing the curtains of her canopy. Then, she
raised her palm and looked at the marble that she had removed
from Melantha's room.

It glowed softly, almost reluctantly.

"Show me," Tamsin crooned at it, and it grew larger in her hand,
green mist swirling in its depths. It seemed to gain the quality
of a soap bubble, so airy that it began to float a little over
Tamsin's palm as it enlarged even more.

It was a marvel, a powerful object, that Tamsin's mother had used
to record her actions during the day, so she could know whether
her daughter had been up to naughty shenanigans while she was
working. Tamsin, who wasn't interested in shenanigans, had
discovered what it could do when she was going through her
mother's belongings one week or so after her funeral, watching
with amusement, shock and grief at all the scenes of her
childhood that her mother had chosen to keep.

Now, Tamsin stared as the green mist shifted away, and she saw
Melantha's room from the angle of the music-box. It was afternoon
in this view, the rays of sun moving in steady blocks across the
walls. Melantha opened her door and walked in, followed by Avner,
who looked around the room in interest.

"Your room is really nice," she offered shyly as Melantha tossed
her book-bag haphazardly into a corner and sat down on the bed.
Her voice was soft and sweet, and the view from the bubble gave
it a shivery quality.

"Thanks. Want to sit down?" Melantha patted the area beside her
and grinned. Avner nodded, putting down her own books and walking
to sit down primly. Melantha immediately put an arm around her,
placing her other hand underneath Avner's chin and pulling her
close to kiss her.

Avner made a shocked squeaking sound, but she put her arms
tentatively around Melantha's neck, kissing back awkwardly. One
of her hands hesitantly went down to press against Melantha's
cock bulging against her uniform, jerking away like a startled
butterfly when Melantha moaned in pleasure.

"Did that hurt?" Avner pulled her face away to ask, her eyes
filled with concern.

"No," Melantha answered with an impatient groan. "It felt good.
Do it again."

Avner hesitated and then began hto pull up Melantha's
school-dress, just the same way Tamsin had done that first time.
"Wow," Avner breathed as she put her hands underneath the
uniform; Tamsin could see the movement of her hands stroking over
Melantha's dick. "It feels so real."

"It is real." Melantha went back to kissing her hungrily, pulling
off her own uniform and then Avner's. Avner was wearing a plain
white bra and panties underneath her own school-dress and it
contrasted so well with her smooth brown skin. She lay back
against Melantha's pillows and bit her bottom lip, raising her
hips so that Melantha could roll her panties off her hips and
down her legs, tossing them away.

"I want to put it in, please, let me put it in you," Melantha
breathed as she hovered over Avner's smaller body, pulling off
her own underwear. Tamsin let the bubble float by itself as she
reclined in bed and slipped a hand between her legs, touching the
wet folds of her pussy as she watched Avner nod and part her
legs. Melantha put a hand down against her pussy, which had a
faint smattering of dark coarse hair. Melantha's fingers parted
those dark lips, one finger stroking the fleshy pink cunt.

Avner moaned prettily and Tamsin slipped a finger into her own
pussy even as Melantha finger-fucked the other girl. Avner's hips
moved up and down slowly, taking in more of Melantha's pale
fingers. Tamsin groaned; from this angle, she could see both
Melantha's thickening cock and leaking pussy. It was almost too
much to bear.

"Okay," Melantha said quietly as she pulled out her fingers and
sucked on them. She took a hold of her dick and placed the head
of it against Avner's pussy. "Avie? Ready? I mean, it's bigger
than those dildos you said you used--"

"I'm ready," Avner whispered and she rocked her pelvis so that
the head of Melantha's fully engorged cock slid up and down
between the wet lips of her pussy. She looked up at Melantha with
huge, trusting eyes, which fluttered closed as Melantha pushed
inside her slowly.

Tamsin had to stop flicking her fingers over her own clit to
watch that large, fleshy rod slide inside the younger girl, who
was whimpering from the sensation of it. When Melantha was up in
her to the hilt, she paused, both hands braced on either side of
Avner's head, the two of them breathing raggedly.

"Fuck," Melantha moaned and shifted back slowly, then forward
again. "Avie, you're so... fucking... tight."

Avner didn't reply. She lay there, letting Melantha fill her with
that hot cock over and over again, just moaning sharply with
every plunge. Melantha kissed her a few times, sloppy and
desperate, but after a few of those it seemed that it took every
ounce of Melantha's concentration to just keep fucking into the
other girl, so she stopped.

Avner's eyes were fixed on Melantha's face, her small breasts
bouncing in her white bra; Melantha dragged down the sturdy
cotton from over one breast, licking the exposed nipple and
sucking on the erect little nub. Avner appeared to like this; she
arched up against Melantha's mouth, crying out loudly as she
twisted her fingers in Melantha's hair. The older girl bit and
sucked, pulling down the bra some more so that she could get to
the other nipple, pinching it and rolling her tongue around it.

"Fuck!" Melantha shouted suddenly, her thrusts becoming erratic.
"Avie--" she started and then her body locked up, before
shuddering violently.

The younger girl cried out, clawing down Melantha's back and
writhing underneath her. Melantha simply collapsed on top of her,
the both of them a heap of sprawled arms and legs and sweaty
skin. Avner was stroking Melantha's messy hair when the view of
the bubble suddenly darkened.

Breathing shallowly, Tamsin shook the bubble to get back the
image, but it only shrank back to its original size.

"Liked the show?" Melantha muttered from right beside her and
Tamsin froze in shock. She turned her head slowly. The curtains
of the canopy bed were slightly parted and Melantha was peering
in at Tamsin with one eye. She pulled the curtains open slowly.

"How did you get in here?" Tamsin demanded weakly. She watched
with wide eyes as Melantha clambered onto her bed, staring at her
in a predatory manner.

"Picked the lock." Melantha straddled Tamsin and reached out to
her face, stroking her mouth with gentle fingers. Tamsin's gaze
flickered down; inside Melantha's palm was a tiny vial with blue
liquid.

Shocked, Tamsin eyes snapped back to meet Melantha's, who said
nothing else. She just held the vial close to Tamsin's lips.

A long moment spun out between them. Then, Tamsin opened her
mouth.

A small smile played on the edges of Melantha's mouth as she
poured the liquid over Tamsin's tongue. She let the empty vial
drop to the surface of the bed, then leaned forward, almost
pressing their mouths together.

"How long will it take?" she muttered against Tamsin's lips and
then ducked to lick Tamsin's neck. "Hmm?"

"Fifteen minutes. Maybe less."

Melantha sucked on Tamsin's earlobe leisurely for a few moments
and then slid down her body, lifting the hem of the under-robe
that Tamsin still wore and ducking underneath it. Tamsin felt her
palms on her inner thighs, pushing them up and apart, then
Melantha's hot tongue sliding against the moist folds of her
cunt.

Tamsin jerked against her mouth, groaning softly with every
breath, wetter with every lick. She felt dizzy and there was a
sensation ofpulling in her groin, muscle and veins moving and
shifting and growing. Melantha's tongue moved from Tamsin's slit,
up to mouth the expanding flesh; her fingers fucked inside
Tamsin's dripping pussy, curling and stroking.

Tamsin hurriedly pulled off the under-robe, just in time to watch
Melantha's lips slip over the thick head of her still-growing
dick. It thickened even as Melantha tried to move forward on it;
choking a little, she backed off, staring up at Tamsin with her
eyes watering. Then, she got up and turned around, taking off her
own nightgown.

Tamsin watched as she went down on her hands and knees; as a
matter of fact, she went down further, so that her ass was
sticking up in the air, her nipples pointing down at the bed.
Tamsin kneeled up behind her, taking her new cock in her hand and
pointing it at the inviting target of Melantha's plump cunt.

They both groaned as Tamsin pushed inside her; she was warm and
tight, squeezing almost painfully around Tamsin's fat dick.
Tamsin reached around, feeling for Melantha's own erection,
jerking on it almost roughly as she began to fuck into her.

Melantha rocked back willingly, flinching when Tamsin leaned down
to bite at the skin between her shoulder-blades. The sounds of
their flesh slapping together filled the air and Melantha cried
out and bucked wildly when Tamsin grabbed onto one breast with
her other hand, twisting the nipple cruelly.

"Harder," Melantha breathed out, putting one hand around Tamsin's
on her cock. "Harder, harder, please."

Tamsin bared her teeth and almost climbed up into the girl, who
buried her face in the bed and sobbed out Tamsin's name. Tamsin
almost wished for something to push up in her own seeping cunt,
but there were other times for that. Maybe after this she could
get Melantha to stuff her cock up in Tamsin's anus, while Tamsin
had a nice thick dildo up her pussy.

That could work just fine.

Almost out of her mind with pleasure, she pinned the girl down to
the bed, one hand tight around the back of her neck, underneath
all that black hair; with the other hand, she grasped onto one of
Melantha's ass-cheeks and pulled at it to reveal the puckered
flesh of her asshole. She slipped her thumb against it, rubbing
it as she fucked; Melantha thrashed violently, shuddering and
crying as she came.

The walls of her pussy quivered around Tamsin's dick; Tamsin kept
at her for a few moments longer, now tightly gripping her hips
with both hands and shaking through an orgasm that seemed to tear
through her like a sudden storm.

Melantha slumped down onto the bed, moaning weakly, and Tamsin
slipped out of her. She stared down at the slick, softening
prick, watched as it began to get smaller and smaller, retreating
its normal status as a clit; the potion had worn off. Melantha
turned over, reaching out for Tamsin sleepily and dragging her
close, kicking irritably at the crumpled sheets until Tamsin
pulled it over their naked bodies. Her own limp cock was still
apparent. Tamsin figured that it probably would never go away if
she didn't actively investigate a cure for her half-sister and at
this rate, she might never get around to it.

That wasn't such a bad thing at all, she thought, yawning and
letting Melantha tug her even closer.

She could live with that.

end.

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