Incest/Taboo Don't Summon Me

I smiled as my beautiful sister. "Mother and I already thought about that. Since they will be wanting to join us, we still must make sure they stay loyal. I don't believe many will give up all their power to join the coven. There are still politics involved with the family, that is why I have been hesitant to invite them. They may not be as close to us as we are to each other here."

I could feel a darkness fill my eyes. "That is why, I want plenty of blackmail material. It will act as leverage should any of them step out of line. We have distant relatives on both sides, but I am concerned about my father's side of the family. They are power hungry, and I want to be sure we control all the power."

I shifted my gaze between Dana and Theo, "That also means, it's not just sex. I want drugs and alcohol as well. I'm not sure when some of them may start arriving, but many of my aunts and uncles on my father's side can push the line."

"Edward's side of the family has always been hungry for power and knowledge. We can entice them, but they are quick to use things to their advantage. Their family is also much bigger than our side. We cannot let them overwhelm us," my mother explained.

"Lure them to us, and then take control," Lily said with a knowing nod.

"Precisely," I said. "Many of them pretend to have normal lives. For a long time, they oversaw the family, but did little to move the crusade forward. If they want to be part of it now, they must kneel to us.

"But aside from that, I want our coven to enjoy ourselves. Bring coven business to the high priestess. Bring any decadent desires and perversions to each other. Are we in agreement?"

Everyone nodded without hesitation.

I sat down, my heart beating with new purpose. I looked forward to what was to come. It could be messy, but I could feel everyone connected to me. Their minds worked as their hearts beat in relief. I think, I wasn't the only one stressed out from the last two years. This was going to be good for all of us.

I woke from my thoughts as I caught aunty Violent looking at me with hungry eyes.

"I think, I need to help start your rest," she said as she slid off her chair and onto her knees.

I simply looked at her as she crawled closer. She was up and took hold of my zipper. She pulled it down as I felt myself getting harder. Her hand dove in and took hold of my member. She pulled it out and gave it a long lick.

"We can't have our high priest feeling any kind of stress. I'll make sure to tend to you."

I said nothing as she turned the chair towards her. She licked my standing cock again before devouring it. She made her mouth tight, sucking and pressing her tongue along the underside of it. Her head bobbed as she moaned with her mouth full.

I put my hand on her head, helping to control the tempo. I glanced over to my mother, she giving me a happy smile and a nod of approval.

I caught sight of Dana taking out her phone. She stood up and leaned over the table with her arm extended.

"Might as well start the party," she smiled as she recorded our aunt deep throating my cock.

My eyes opened to a gloomy glow, and small chimes from my cellphone. I groaned as tendrils of sleep drifted away. I rolled onto my side, and looked at my cell on the nightstand. I reached over with one hand to take my phone, while my other hand moved to my stiff, morning cock. With a small sigh, I stroked myself as I looked at several alerts.

It was the private house server, notifying me of new updates. Moving my thumb along the smooth screen, I saw that a few new files had been added during the night. I tapped on one, and was greeted with moans.

Beth was on her back, moaning as she rubbed herself. Her large breasts moved from her arm, her fingers sliding between her parted thighs. She kept her cell far enough to see her chest, stomach, and parted thighs. I didn't see her face, but I could hear her.

"I miss you, my brother. I'm so wet just thinking about you. I hope you see this and creep into my room. Please, wake me with your cock," she moaned.

I smiled, loving that she didn't waste any time. I turned onto my back, ready to show my mother. When I glanced over, I quickly saw that she wasn't there. My brow lifted as Beth's moans floated up from the small screen.

I continued to stroke myself, returning my gaze to my sister. Her hips bucked as she rubbed her clit. A wet gleam covered her fingers. Her moans were low, and warm. I could tell she was thinking of me as wetness surged between fingers.

My finger moved and tapped on another file. I was greeted with Theo naked, and tied to a chair. He stared helplessly with a ball-gag in his mouth. His cock was standing and throbbing, before the camera angle was turned to a chair opposite from him. Aunty Violet sat naked, with her thighs parted. She had a wicked grin on her lips as Dana walked into camera view. My slender cousin knelt between Violet's parted thighs, and buried her head between them. I could hear Theo's whimpers as his mother enjoyed Dana's tongue.

"That's it. Lick me until my son comes," Violet hissed as her hips moved.

My aunt's large breasts bounced slightly as Dana attacked her. I heard Theo's muffled moans. I could feel his sadness as he was tortured. It was music to my ears as well. He had his moments of strength, but he was always weak for his mother.

I continued to stroke myself, ready to get off, when I began to slow down. I wanted to share these with my mother. It was so odd that she wasn't here when I woke up. Usually, we would spend the mornings making love and then talking for a while. I couldn't remember when last when she was up before me?

I swiped at my cell screen, allowing it to go dark. I slipped out of bed, and grabbed my black robe. I put it on, and tied it around the waist.

The morning grogginess came back as I left the bedchamber. I walked into the main corridor, looking for anyone who might be awake, or know where mother was. As I walked, I saw a door open to my Aunty Lily's room. I stepped over and peered in.

Gray light filtered in from the windows. Curtains were pulled aside, giving a subdued brightness to the chamber. My aunt's bed was made. I shifted my gaze to see her sitting in a comfortable chair, wearing a red robe. A cup of tea was on a small table beside her. In her hand was an open book, but there was something peculiar as I looked at her. She turned her head from the book, and looked at me with warm eyes. Her strawberry-blonde hair was down, and it looked perfect, like she didn't even sleep the night. She also looked normal.

I blinked, unsure what I was seeing. She, my mother, and my aunty Violet, were each seven-feet-tall when they came back from the dream lands. Because of the dark energies that came with them, it caused them to be taller. But now, she looked exactly like she did in life. She was five-foot eight-inches in height, just like before she died. It was looking at a picture from a time years ago.

"Good morning, nephew. I hope you slept well?" Aunty Lily asked like it was any other normal morning.

"Good morning, aunty," I said as I stepped in further, walking toward her.

She put the book down on the small table, and picked up her tea-cup. She gave it a sip as I walked over to her, and sat down in a chair across the small table, opposite of her.

"I slept, well," I said with an edge of hesitation.

"It is good to hear. My sleep has always been strange. Sometimes, I sleep like the dead. Other times, I can go nights without sleep."

I knew I could exert my will over her, and demand an answer from her, but I didn't. For whatever reason, I liked seeing her like her old self. It reminded me of many years growing up, looking upon her beauty and warmth.

"Is there anything on your mind?" she asked with a warm smile.

I leaned forward a little, a sly smile forming across my lips.

"You know me, there are always things on my mind," I said as my gaze fell to her barely covered cleavage. "But first, have you seen my mother?"

"She stopped by to say hi. She told me she was going to see the cooks about breakfast. That was a little while ago. She may be on her way back to wake everyone for morning meal," my aunt explained.

I nodded. "Would you mind if I spend time with you until she gets back? I had some questions about my father's side of the family. Maybe you could help me?"

"Of course. I will do my best to answer any questions you have. But I must remind you, I may not have any current information since my death, and resurrection," she smiled.

There it was. She was the same aunty I always loved. Her body had changed back to normal, but her mind was still in the present. The mystery deepened, but in a way I very much enjoyed. She, and perhaps my mother, were playing a game with me. Making it something to take my mind off stressful thoughts. I was intrigued.

"Since the family is so big, I sometimes forget how many relatives I have, especially on dad's side."

Aunty Lily nodded. "Your father came from a large family. He was the eldest of his four brothers, and five sisters. Everyone looked up to your father, but it was no secret, his sister Sophia, was just as ambitious, and power-hungry as he was. She looked up to him."

"We're they close?"

Aunty Lily gave me a small, sinister smile. It quickly faded into a shy smile.

"The whole family is close, but yes, those two were very close. Why do you ask?"

It was my turn to smile. "If we start inviting my father's side to the coven, and they bend the knee to us, I need to know everything I can to keep them in line."

Concern filled Lily's eyes. "Gerald, you should be resting."

"This is helping me to rest," I said with a confident smile. "I need to know what we're going to be dealing with. I may be interviewing my mother, and aunty Violet as well. I don't want to go into this blind."

I put my hand on the table, palm up to my beautiful aunt. "Besides, the more I know about their perversions, the easier it will be to control them."

Lily looked at me with knowing eyes. She put her hand into mine. We held each other as warmth bloomed from our connection.

"Violet would know more about that than I would. She has always been the family slut, eager to spread her legs at even a glance."

We both chuckled and laughed. Tension bled away from my spirit, seeing my aunt like I always knew her to be. She was warm, shy, and loving. The way she held my hand was like we used to, when we talked.

"We both know you had your demonic urges as well," I smirked.

Lily nodded. "I do, but your father used to tend to me in private. I was his secret lover. When we were alone, he couldn't help himself."

My aunt's eyes gleamed at the memory. "How long ago it was, it has nearly faded to gray."

She looked at me, a wicked gleam touching her almost innocent eyes. "But his son, is much more than he ever could be to me. You fill me with such loving warmth, I want to steal you away. I would tend to you, like you were my own."

My pulse increased as the truth floated up between us.

Aunty Lily looked down. "I sometimes wished you were my son. If you were, when you were grown, I would have never turned you away. I would have let you explore my body. I would have kept you in my bed. And I would have smothered you with attention."

I squeezed her hand. "You still can. You always can."

Lily looked at me with sad eyes. "That would be disrespectful to your mother. I envy your connection, but I also respect it."

I eyed my beautiful aunt. She was letting more of the truth out, and even after all this time, I was blind to it. Despite spending many times pleasing each other, there were some things kept secret. Even after all this time, she was still shy with me.

My manhood thickened. The thought of her stealing me away, and loving me, fanned the flame of desire. She was my favorite aunt, but I didn't know how deep her feelings were for me.

A decision filled my spirit. I stood up and walked to the bedroom door. I could feel my aunt's eyes on me as I closed it, and locked it shut. When I turned around, she looked at me with wide eyes. But soon, her gaze softened as she understood what was happening.

I walked back to her and stood before her.

"Would you deny me if I choose to call you mother, in secret?"

Lily looked up with a wet gleam in her eyes.

"I could never deny you, but I don't want to hurt your mother, my sister. She brought you into this world. I could never hold a candle to her love for you."

I touched her cheek. "You're also my mother, in my eyes, and heart. If you're afraid to hurt my mother's feelings, we don't have to tell her. I can be your son. I can love you just as much, or more."

My aunt's eyes trembled.

I reached down and took her hand. I gently pulled her to her feet, and to the bed. She was shorter than me now. It was odd, yet comforting. She didn't tower over me like she had since her resurrection. Now, she was a normal woman in my eyes. A woman I could love like we were always meant to be.

When Lily reached the bed, she glanced at me with nervous eyes. I knew it was an act. My aunt had shown me on many occasions how depraved she truly was. In the last few years since her resurrection, she often told me to come on her face and force feed my cock to her. I could see she really wanted to play this game, and we both knew we would enjoy it.

I crawled onto the bed. When I then turned and laid down. I looked at her as she hesitated.

"I want to spend time with my mama Lily," I said in a low, comforting tone.

It was the spark that lit the match. She climbed onto bed and to me. She laid down on her side, her robe still closed and tied around her waist.

I let my gaze float over her curves. Even the robe could not hide them.

"If we are caught..." she began.

"We won't get caught," I said warmly.

I touched her covered hip. Her eyes half-closed as my hand stayed on her. I gave her a small squeeze. She let out a small sigh.

"I don't know about this," she whispered and then bit her lip.

Seeing her so afraid turned me on. My cock thickened, fighting to be free. I didn't pull it out like I wanted to. I wanted her to give in to her impulses. I could see pink fill her pale cheeks. I could sense her growing heat. With a quick inhale, I caught her loving scent.

"Before all of this, I used to jerk off, thinking about you," I confessed.

Lily's eyes slowly blinked.

"It got me through many times. I thought about you holding me as I stroked my cock. I imagined you walking in on me, stroking to a picture of yours. How the shock would bleed away as you wanted to help me."

Lily let out a low moan. I could see her rubbing her thighs together, unable to stop her own desires.

"I would help you. A young man like you, must need to come a lot. I would milk your cock," she whispered.

"I do, all the time. Would you have sucked on it?" I asked as my other hand touched my growing bulge.

She looked down at my hand, fighting the urge to lick her lips.

"I wouldn't suck it at first. I often imagined you, showing me how much you needed to come. I would help you, stroke you. Maybe, with time, I would use my lips. I know I would be scared, but I couldn't live with myself if I saw you so unhappy. You deserve to be happy. If your mother didn't do it, I would."

She reached over, her fingers gently touching my straining bulge. My cock throbbed as she delicately ran her fingers over it, almost as if she was afraid to touch it. I let out my own soft sigh. Part of me wanted to force her down, and push into her while covering her mouth. My inner demons growled to take her, but no, I wanted to seduce her like the beautiful woman she is.

"Then, with time, I would let you touch me," Lily said as her hand lingered on my covered cock.

"Mama Lily," I said as I undid my robe, and let my cock flop out. "I'm so hard for you."

Lily looked down at it with wanting eyes. She moved a little closer, running her fingers along the veiny shaft.

"You have such a nice one. I wouldn't be able to resist it for long," she whispered.

I nodded, letting her feel my cock. "I would sneak into your bed, and hug you."

Lily curled her soft hand around my cock, and began to slowly stroke it.

"My poor dear. I would always welcome you to my bed. I would stroke you as you told me anything you wanted. I would hold you close, sliding my fingers along your cock."

"You're so beautiful, I think I would come too soon," I whispered with a devilish look in my eyes.

She nodded, her hand getting a firmer grip. I moaned, knowing she had control over me now.

"There are important lessons for a young man like you. If you came, I would simply clean you up, but if it happened again, I would have to show you how to last longer. I would teach you how to stay hard longer. I wouldn't let you come so quickly."

She stroked me as the bright gloomy light shrouded her with an aura. The way she moved, she was a master. I had to admit, I was so turned on, I was ready to come on her robe. She must have sensed it, because she shifted her hand, making it feel slightly different. But it didn't take away from the moment.

"I can feel you needing to come," she whispered with a motherly tone.

"I feel like that, all the time," I said as I reached over and slowly pulled open the top of her robe.

An alabaster colored breast was free. Her pink nipple was standing erect, a small gasp leaving her lips.

"You are so naughty, my son," she said, not bothering to cover up.

I gently grabbed her flesh, running my thumb over her nipple as she continued to stroke me. Her tits were firm, even after coming back from the dead. Her eyes fluttered as I ran my thumb over her sensitive nipple. It was like touching the heavens, and all I wanted to do was come on her tits.

"Let's keep this secret, between us," she said before a moaned slipped out.

"Only as long as you love me, and take care of me," I whispered back.

I let go of her breast and ran my hand down to the fuzzy belt of her robe. I undid it and pulled her robe open. I looked down on her as she stroked me. Her body was a pale pink now. A small triangle of blondish hair surrounded her budding pussy. Wetness gleamed with her arousal.

"You're so hard," she whimpered as she increased the tempo.

"I'm always hard for you. Please be good to me. I just don't know what I will do if I don't come enough," I said as the pressure began to build on my spirit.

"I will take care of you," she said with such a loving tone, my body reacted of its own accord.

My cock thickened and I let out a grunt. A thick spurt of come erupted, painting her naked breast. She let out a warm sigh as more ropes of come painted her front. Her hand held me tight, stroking and milking me of every drop of loving lust. When the pleasure ebbed, I let out a long sigh. I was happy, and unhappy. I wanted to fuck her, but this felt so much more intimate. It was like we truly shared a secret, and that kept me hard as she milked the last of my come onto the bed between us.

"Do you feel better?" she asked with warm eyes.

I nodded, catching my breath.

"Use my bathroom to wash up. Afterwards, sneak out of my room."

"But I want more," I huffed.

"I know you do, but we don't have to rush. I want to get to know you again, as my son. I want to nurture you, like you need to be. Do you understand?"

And for the first time, in a very long time, I felt young. She knew what I needed, what we needed. There was a growing disconnect when we simply had our way with each other. She wanted, as did I, to cultivate a new, secret relationship. It was something I desired, because my cock was still hard as a rock.

A gleam filled her eyes as she let go of my cock, and rubbed my come on her tits. She massaged it into her skin, like it was lotion. I was mesmerized by it.

"You will know when the time is right to come to me, when you need me," she said warmly.

I nodded. "What if you need me?"

"I always need you, but when those times come, it may be you who has to nurture me. My hunger can be terrible. Even now, I wish to suck on your cock, taking more of seed into my belly, but I can last a time between feedings. Be gentle, and loving, and I will be those things to you, my handsome son."

I nodded again, and smiled.

"Now, go wash up. Breakfast will begin soon," she smiled brightly.
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I stepped out of my aunt's room, and closed the door behind me. I was feeling fresh, showering in her private bathroom. After I dried myself off, I stepped out to see her back in her chair by the window, reading her book. She looked at me with loving eyes, but didn't say anything.

I simply left, wearing only my robe. I walked down the corridor, my heart beating with new life. I was happy, and relaxed. The crushing weight of the dark crusade had lightened. My muscles felt loose as I walked. I was eager to continue the morning, when a text alert from my phone woke me up from the living dream. I fished my phone out of the robe pocket, and saw it was an alert for breakfast.

I smiled as I walked. I didn't care if I was in my robe. Sometimes I ate breakfast naked, as did much of the family at times.

When I turned a corner, I stopped in my tracks. My eyes widened as my mother stood there, an equal shock in her eyes.

I was stunned, seeing that she too, was her normal height. She stood five-foot nine-inches tall. She was the tallest of all her sisters. She was dressed in a white, silky dress. Her hair was perfect. She looked like she had been busy for most of the morning.

"There you are, my handsome boy," she smiled brightly as she lifted her arms and hugged me.

I hugged her back, it all feeling odd again because I towered over her by a five inches.

When she pulled back, she kept her hands on me while she looked at me with bright eyes.

"You showered. A good start to the day. Almost everyone is in the small dining room, sitting down for breakfast. I was coming to get you, thinking you were still in bed."

I parted my lips, ready to ask her why she looked normal again, but no words came out. It was like, I didn't want to know. The strange game continued, and a big part of me wanted to discover why. I didn't want to ask outright, for it would spoil what they are trying to accomplish. I trusted my family, and my blood coven, with my life. But a piece of me was happy, seeing us as a normal family again.

My mother moved to my side, and curled her arm around mine.

"Let's get downstairs for breakfast. We should enjoy our meal. Afterwards, I will have an announcement for everyone."

"An announcement? What do you need to announce?"

My mother let out a sly giggle. "My dear son, you said you trusted me to run things as you relax. Don't trouble yourself. It's nothing of great concern. I'll tell everyone after we eat, and not a moment before," she said with loving eyes.

I couldn't hide my smile as we walked, arm in arm.
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