Editor’s Note: This story contains incest scenes or incestuous content.
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All characters are 18 years of age or older.
FoF is an urban fantasy (or modern magic) setting. This is the first chapter of a long series in which you can expect wish-based magic, power, questions of strength and desire, and lots of sex. Fair warning to readers, the series also contains some elements of incest and harem tendencies between siblings.
Jeremiah and his girlfriend are interrupted by the magical world.
FoF Chapter 1 was edited for a new edition in January 2022.
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***1 – No more virgins***
This was my first time having sex and I was sure it wouldn’t go as expected .
At first, the whole ” being naked with other people is embarrassing ” and ” putting it on properly the first time ” thing and all that didn’t help, but we laughed it off. Lauren is beautiful, and her tomboy personality just adds to her ability to rev my engine. Heart-shaped face, bright brown eyes, cute little nose and a smile adorned with wavy dirty blonde hair that reaches down to her chin. I’ve known her almost her whole life, but I’ve never seen her grow any further than her shoulders. She kept it hidden in her baseball cap most of the time when we were kids. Lauren is skinny and the captain of the high school distance track team, which means she’s obsessed with fitness. At least by her own account, the only reason she didn’t win every competition was because her huge boobs were weighing her down. Her boobs are also her most distracting feature, at least to an eighteen-year-old like me.
It was a day after school, a few days before winter break of my senior year of high school, and two weeks after my eighteenth birthday. Two days ago, I finally mustered up the courage to ask Lauren out. Thankfully, she agreed, tapped me on the shoulder and told me she almost left me. Not without some good-natured anger, I might add – apparently years of friendship just weren’t enough for the two of us anymore. Lauren is actually my oldest friend as I only met my two other best friends Jay and Benji in high school.
Lauren and I went to the movies that night and eventually got into her parents’ car. First base? Check . Second base? Check . Third base? She grabbed my hand, stuffed it down the front of her jeans, and whispered in my ear about how wet she was.
If I wasn’t already hard and she was sitting next to me in the passenger seat with her shirt pulled up over her bra-covered breasts, you would have heard the sound from three blocks away . Anyway, third base was a half check because as soon as I felt her she left and said we should go home.
Two days before the Christmas holidays, Lauren and I are officially a couple. Jay isn’t surprised at all, but Benji seems annoyed and admits he’s had a crush on Lauren for a while. I bought half a pizza for lunch, we had a good relationship and he was never one to bother anyone.
Everything went smoothly, probably for the first time in my life. Unlike Lauren, I’m not an athlete. Heck, I’m not a band geek or a computer geek or anything. I’m just an average guy with about average grades, average looks, and an average family life. The only thing I had in school was my friendship with Lauren, and the only thing I had outside of school was a bunch of manuscripts I wrote but never finished. Seven novels, sixteen short stories, a book of bad poetry, and three plays and one screenplay produced. The only people who knew about my passion were my parents, my sister Stacey, and Lauren.
Lauren took me back to her house after school that day and said we should study for a biology test, but I don’t remember having to give one. No one was home when we got to her house and she said I should wait in the hallway for a bit while she cleaned the room. It’s weird, considering we’ve been dating each other for a decade, but I figured she must have had a particularly dirty day or something. A minute later, she opens the door, wearing only a red bra and panties, and strikes a sexy pose against the door frame. “Are you ready for anatomy class?”
After a moment’s hesitation of pure shock, my pain took over and I lifted her onto my shoulders and carried her into the room, and she smiled. Over the years, laughter has warmed me from the inside, but now for the first time I feel like it’s all for me. I tossed her onto the bed and we stared at each other for quite a while before I quickly pulled off my shirt while she went to get my pants.
It can be said that young love is not what they imagined. There are “oops” and “wait, wait, wait!” and “this isn’t like that” and many other obstacles. Eventually we were both naked and had groped each other enough that we both felt ready. I took my cock, which I had always nervously thought might be a little smaller than average, and rubbed it up and down her shaved crack a few times before we looked into each other’s eyes. She widened her eyes and nodded to show me she was ready, and I pushed in again.
That’s when things started to get weird… the first penetration, that extremely awkward first attempt, her hymen broke, and she closed her eyes, bit her lip and breathed sharply through her nose. At the same time, I was distracted as I saw blobs and my dick finally returned to where it was supposed to be. Not just those blobs you see when you’re about to pass out, I mean colorful shit bursting like fireworks inside my skull.
Lauren opened her eyes, looked at me, still biting her lower lip as cutely as she could, and nodded to indicate that I should go ahead. So I did, maybe an inch more. This time her breathing was slow, her chest was moving up and down sensually as she breathed, her voluptuous breasts felt amazing, her puffy, pointed nipples were sticking out and demanding to be played with. Unfortunately, the fireworks were still going on, and for the next minute and a half I had to ignore some sort of cosmic celebration going on inside my skull as we tried to figure out what “fuck” meant.
Eventually I leaned against her, putting my hands on hers and her legs around my waist. I melted completely into her and we looked at each other’s faces to see if we were both doing it right. I’m pretty sure I meant “Yeah, oh, yeah!” but I was desperately trying to figure out why she didn’t look as pleased as I did.
My problem is that I doubt myself again. Too much. That’s why I have a pile of manuscripts that have never been submitted anywhere, not even student papers; that’s why it took me five years to ask Lauren out, that’s why, even though I was held in her arms, we were rushed and flustered. The rhythm was off the first time, and I still felt like I wasn’t good enough for my best friend. It’s not that I doubted my skillfulness, she just enjoyed being under me for a few minutes. Porn, or at least its additional use, has worked well for me.
It must be my cock. My mind was filled with fireworks, her sexy body was moving beneath me, and all I could think about was how much I wished my cock was bigger. Three extra inches, that’s what I want. Take me to about 5 to 8 and I’ll be happy. In fact, over the moon. I clenched my teeth and started to pound her harder, the thought going over and over in my mind. To add another weird thing to the fireworks show in my mind, I ‘m currently fucking my girlfriend with the mantra “three”. Goddamn it. Inches. Three. Goddamn it. Inches. ‘
Then the fireworks stopped and Lauren’s eyes widened. Her mouth opened in an ‘ooh’ shape and she bit her lower lip again, this time with a pleased look on her face. Her eyebrows furrowed a little, her cheeks reddened a little, and her breathing became fast and shallow. At the same time, her pussy, which had always been great until now, suddenly became more comfortable, almost as if its texture had changed or something. It was no longer just moist and warm, it was very soft.
“Oh my god,” she said, the first words we said to each other since the first penetration. Her hands, which were gripping the sheets, now came up and pulled my face towards hers and she kissed me fiercely, her tongue plunging into my mouth as I kept up the new rhythm I had finally found.
The kiss ended when we both needed to breathe and she looked at me, both of us covered in sweat, and she moaned, “Go ahead, I’m so close, baby. God, you’re so big.”
Yes, I thought to myself, I can actually make her cum! My first time, etc. Am I that old? There is no way, we are both virgins and we don’t know I don’t have a big cock. Oh my god, she could almost fit my whole cock in her mouth when she gave me a trial blowjob as part of our fast-paced foreplay. Now she is complaining about how old I am?
Still, as I pushed away, I could feel her pussy tightening around me. She was thrusting against me now, her breasts bouncing and pushing in such a sexy way, she let out a little shriek every time our pelvises collided together.
“Uh, uh, uh, come on, almost there,” she said, then looked at me with an expression on her face that was somewhere between “ fuck me ” and “ please, I’m so close.” ‘
“Oh shit,” I gasped, “I’m gonna explode.”
She slapped me and I saw spots again, this time dizzying. A full slap, and then she moaned, “Don’t you dare, till I ahhhhhhh!” Her pussy clenched and as I tried to make some tentative movements, I felt like my cock was going to release as her body tensed beneath me. She shuddered several times, eyes closed tightly, pinching her delicious nipples with one hand and clutching my stray hair tightly with the other, hugging me tightly. After fifteen long seconds, she moaned, relaxed, released me, blinked rapidly, and tried to catch her breath.
I moved slowly, pushing deep into her and she moaned loudly, leaning in for another kiss, this time less intense and more loving. She pulled back so our foreheads touched. “Great. Are you close…?”
“Well, yes,” I replied, slowly pulling out and thrusting back in. “Almost…where should I…go?”
She groaned as I pulled out, and then quickly thrusted back in. “Fuck. Oh-Kai, when you’re done, pull it out and cum in my pussy. Fuck, I want to feel bad, but it’s not… uh… unsafe.”
Cum in her pussy? So hot. It only took three more thrusts, accompanied by her moans and cries of pleasure, before I had to pull out. I went to tear the condom off my dick and that’s when I realized that it wasn’t just the fireworks, the emotions and everything that made this ride so crazy.
My cock is huge. Like, stretching a condom to its absolute limit. This is all documented, but I can also be on autopilot or have some out-of-body experience. I took off the condom, pumped myself twice and then exploded. The first stroke completely missed Lauren’s pussy, went from the thick but neatly trimmed diamond-shaped pubic hair on her mound to her navel. I immediately hit a second, then a third and a fourth. Huge globs of my cum immediately began dripping from her red lips and I felt myself clench a few more times, but this time there was nothing left to give.
“Ohhhhhh, baaaahh,” she moaned, tweaking her nipples and closing her eyes, letting herself get lost in the sensations. I fell, gasping, barely able to get up from her, and hid my face in the pillow for a few moments before I managed to roll over the edge and look up at her. She was propped up on her elbows, her legs still spread apart, when I saw her reach out and lick up most of the cum that had fallen on her pussy. Then she brought her cum-filled fingers to her mouth and licked them vigorously.
“Damn,” I said, my cock twitching at the sight.
She smiled and looked at me innocently, “What? I want to try.” Then she licked her fingers again and smiled at me.
“Oh boy, you really made her into a little slut, didn’t you?”
We were both startled by the sound and looked around in a rush to cover ourselves and try to figure out where it was coming from.
“Oh, come on, so shy all of a sudden? After the performance, you should prepare for the second round.” A fierce black woman wanders into Lauren’s bedroom.
Lauren’s arms wrapped around my arms and she clung to me. Even though the sound was shocking and I could still feel the fireworks above my head even though they weren’t obscuring my view, I was acutely aware of her nipples pressing against my arms and of the fact that one of her legs was folded over me.
“Okay, Lauren,” I whispered as we looked around at the empty space, “how long has your room been haunted?”
“It’s haunted! Well, it’s just horse shit. Whaaaam!” Suddenly, a miniature version of a chubby black woman appeared in a puff of smoke and lay seductively on the end of the bed near our feet. “Umm, hello, baby.” She was wearing a tiny gold tank top that hid her large cleavage and her baby bump which she wore underneath. “Okay, now you two are pretty amazing. Are you sure you don’t want to see this again?”
I was just amazed at this little girl as she waved her hand as if she wanted us to start having sex like rabbits so she could see. But Lauren still said, “Who – who are you? What are you?”
“Oh,” the black woman said, “well, look at this, the semen dumpster can talk. Not that there’s anything wrong with that ass, no offense or anything.” The woman stood, despite her short stature and strange attire, looking regal. Her hair cascaded thickly down her back and onto the bed behind her. “My name is Adama, patron saint of fertility, master of magic, fifth seat in a three-person parliament.” Then she broke her posture, leaned conspiratorially toward Lauren, and said in a stage whisper: “Honey, I’m a little bit like a dumpster too.” She winked, then straightened up and moved between my legs on the bed, and Lauren cautiously backed away from her.
“Now, my child, I think it’s time to congratulate you!” Her voice suddenly became louder and louder, as if she were announcing something to everyone. “Jeremy Arthur Grant, I welcome you into the Mother’s Arms of the Great Order of Fertility Shamans. Let all members of the Order know that from now on, you will be protected by the Great Mother and will not be harassed, molested, or otherwise oppressed in other ways.” She clapped her hands, her belly and huge breasts shaking, and the rumbling sound resonated like distant thunder, but Lauren and I both stood there motionless.
Finally I said: “What…what does this mean?”
The black woman rolled her eyes, sat cross-legged and looked at me from between my legs. “This means that when you,” she pointed to me, “did something bad to her,” she pointed to Lauren, “you unleashed a power that is deep in your blood and bones. And you use your energy to perform magic.
“Wha-” I stuttered, but Lauren interrupted me.
“You mean he has a magic dick?”
“Not just a magical boy,” Adama replied with a smile, “he is full of all kinds of magic, full of girlishness. The more girls he fucks, the more pleasure he gives his partner, the more magic he possesses. More, until he uses it, Lauren nods and Adama turns to me, “Got it?” I nodded too, although I felt a little disappointed.
“Okay. Well, I have to go now, but do me a favor. Fuck her good, because given the time, you still have a whole hour before her parents get home, kid.” It sounded important, but just as she was raising her hands above her head, I stopped her.
“wait!”
Adama paused and raised his eyebrows at me. “I have time to ask a simple question, shh. I’m running out of time.”
“Uh… um…” I looked at Lauren, and her eyes were as wide as mine. Nothing but shock. I looked back at Adama. “What, uh, did I cast a spell on? What exactly do you mean by ‘more pussy’?”
Adama looked at me and rolled his eyes. “Take your own fate, child. I am the Guru, not the internet. Pussy gives you power. Well, cocks give power too, but I don’t get that feeling from you. You need to be more than a pretty little girl.
“Wait, I don’t fuck any girls-“
“Oh, it’s not random, dear. Well, it is random sometimes, but you need to build yourself a harem of girls who are always ready and willing to be with you when you need them. You never know when you might need them, cast a big spell to suppress an evil wizard or rebel unit.”
“Wait, what if I don’t agree?” Lauren said angrily.
Adama looked up again, “Oh, little thing, tell me something. Even if you knew Jeremiah was a sexually potent wizard who needed sex to survive, could you leave him alone?”
Lauren looked at me, then looked at herself, then back at me. When she looked up again, her eyes were shining and tears were streaming down her cheeks, “No, I don’t think so.” My heart fluttered and I wanted to pull her close, kiss her and tell her the same thing, but all I could do in this situation was reach out and take her hand.
“That’s because you’re his peak, baby. Not only his first, but also his main squeeze. You’re the yin to his yang, the explosion to his buck. And it’s not just because it is, that’s also why I make the connection between the two of you stimulates him and when you do that, it’s a good thing otherwise the other seats might reach in and grab him, let me tell you, a waterfall of fertility is on the way.
“Now,” Adama continued, “I really need to go, my dear. As far as your spell goes, Jeremiah, I think you know what it is. Perhaps a smart guy like you should consider using this cue some more.” She blinked again, then whimpered, clapped her hands over her head, and Adama disappeared in another puff of smoke.
Lauren and I sat there for a long time, looking at where that beautiful black woman was standing. And then we all opened our mouths and said, “What the fuck is going on?”
*** 2 – What just happened? ***
We sat naked in silence until Lauren got out of bed and put on her home clothes. I pulled the sheets over me and we looked at each other for a moment, trying to understand what had just happened.
Finally, Lauren broke the silence, “Okay, I guess you didn’t lie about being a virgin.” She actually giggled and smiled at me. The tension I’d felt slowly disappeared and I was able to take a deep breath.
“Well, I… I don’t know what it was, Lauren, but uh… the earlier thing… yeah, the earlier thing. It was just, wow. You’re beautiful. And sexy. Thank you?”
