Disclaimer: This is intended for adult entertainment. If you are not
18 years of age, you are not allowed to read this story. The rest of
you...enjoy.
Author's Note: The last time I attempted a trilogy on a television show
full of witches, I wrote 'Sabrina & Tabitha - Teenage Witches'. Unlike
Sabrina, this particular line is (slightly) darker and more adult
(instead of spoof). This pits science fiction against witchcraft.
Like all trilogies, this is the first of three parts.
"The Charmed Ones Trilogy, Chapter One: Phoebe's Awakening" by JR Parz
I.
In an office on the top floor of a high rise office building located in
downtown San Francisco, Jonathan Seavers leaned back in his chair and
smiled. Finally, after a three-month investigation and $25,000, the report
on the Halliwell sisters was complete. Jonathan didn't mind the
money...being the owner and president of Seavers Enterprises, $25,000 was
like a drop in the bucket. What bothered Jonathan was the fact that he had
to wait so damn long. Jonathan was used to getting a report back within a
couple of weeks, but these sisters proved much more than he could ever have
imagined...and resulted in a very extensive investigation.
Jonathan still found it hard to believe. To think, with all the things
he was privy too, that never once had he come across real witches before.
Jonathan picked up the of Prue Halliwell...she was very beautiful.
If the report was correct, she was also very dangerous. Jonathan's mind
wandered back to the night he met Prue. Her sharp beauty provided him a
vivid image. He didn't need a to remind him of what she looked
like. She stood about 5'5". Her beautiful, heart shaped face was framed
by dark brown hair that came down to her shoulders and her dark brown eyes
oozed a Xena-like confidence. The thing that really fascinated him most
about Prue was her intellect and cold posture...knowing that underneath it
all was pure unadulterated passion...ready to be unleashed and harnessed.
Jonathan's mind quickly imagined Prue minus her cold front and controlling
personality, and instead saw her kneeling naked before him...sweet, docile,
subservient and uncontrollably horny. Jonathan felt a stirring inside his
groin at the thought of it and it took a light tap on his office door to
break the spell. "Come in."
In walked a beautiful woman, her long hair professionally
pinned up, sparkling blue eyes, and wearing a white blouse and form fitting
gray business skirt and high heeled shoes. "Sir, Mr. Hammer is here."
Jonathan smiled at the and made a mental note to summon her later.
"Thanks Kristy...have him come in."
Jonathan watched the sway of the girl's lovely behind as she sauntered
out of his office. Yes, he'd call for her later. Jonathan stood up to
greet Sam, who stood taller than his own 6 feet.
"How are you Sam?"
"Fine sir, I trust you've read my report."
Sam Hammer was a Private Investigator with a doctorate in human
behavior. The benefits of having an Investigator with skills like these
proved invaluable when he provided psyche profiles on various subjects.
"Yes, I found it quite fascinating to say the least."
"Yes Sir...almost scary."
"To tell you the truth, when you started this investigation three months
ago, I never imagined what it would turn up...and from your follow up
report, it appears even more has changed since you began your
investigation." Jonathan remarked.
"Yes sir. When you met Prue at the auction house, she was seeing Andy
Trudeau, an inspector for the San Francisco Police Department. I might
also add that he's a close childhood friend of all the Halliwells."
"Point taken."
"At present time, they are no longer a couple, but still manage to 'run'
into one another."
"Interesting."
"I have something that I was able to obtain last night... this will
make your day." Sam stated as he opened up his briefcase and pulled out a
folder. "This is Inspector Trudeau's personal case file on the girls...and
quite fascinating."
"What gives here? Why would the Inspector compile a file on the
sisters?"
"Sir. As you know, the Inspector is constantly running into either
Prue, or one of her sisters. Often times, it is a woman who is
murdered. The Inspector knows that Prue is hiding something and it tears
him apart that she won't confide in him. According to one informant, he
doesn't believe for a moment that the Halliwell sisters are breaking any
laws and even acknowledges that they have somehow saved lives, but still,
Prue isn't talking and this has him frustrated."
"How about their witchcraft...anything more regarding their powers?"
"Everything essential is in the report, including a conversation I had
with a high priestess of Wicca. From what she says, the Charmed Ones are
considered the strongest witches on the planet and possess a book called
'The Book of Shadows'. This book provides them with an arsenal of spells
and protections, but also subjects them to supernatural danger. The high
priestess didn't know who the 'Charmed Ones' were but she was confident
that they existed and were fighting the forces of evil."
"So, together they are quite the team."
"Yes sir... they're at their strongest when they're together, which
falls in line with why the Inspector finds them together at crime scenes."
"Okay... now individually."
"They each have power and I'm positive the youngest sister, Phoebe,
possesses the power to foretell the future. This best fit's her true
nature and I highly recommend you stay clear of her. Any physical contact
could enable her to clearly see your future plans, disclosing your
intentions."
"So, the passive one is my biggest threat... I'm not surprised."
"I'm not sure which has what power but one has the ability to
stop time while the other can move objects with their mind. If I were to
guess, I'd say the power is consistent with the individual's personality.
I'd place my money that Prue possesses the later."
"Thanks Sam, you did a hell of a job and as usual, I'm impressed."
Jonathan stated with satisfaction. "I'd really like to show you my thanks
and I'm hoping you considered my previous offer?"
"Actually I have, sir."
"Great. I'm glad to hear it. Please provide Kristy with all of the
details. A picture, address, the girl's employer, and a brief description
of the personality traits you might prefer in her. We'll take care of the
rest."
"Thank you sir." The big replied with a huge grin.
After Sam departed his office, Jonathan reached down and picked up
another picture...this one was of all three of the girls. Who would have
ever believed that these three beauties were witches? Jonathan put that
picture down and picked up a of Phoebe.
Phoebe would be the first to fall under his power...although not
directly. Her profile made her an easy target. Unemployed and a package
of free spirited sexiness. Jonathan moved his right hand down to his groin
area and rubbed hard. 'Damn, these witches are making me horny!' he
thought with a grin. Jonathan reached his left hand over and pressed the
office intercom button.
"Yes sir." replied the soft sexy voice.
"Kristy, contact Amber Peters and schedule her an appointment with me
for tomorrow morning. Then get Cathy to cover for you... I want to see
you privately."
"Yeeesss Sirrrr." Kristy replied, knowing fully well what this meant.
Jonathan smiled as he waited for Kristy. Like every that Jonathan
enslaved, Kristy was perpetually 'hot' and 'wet' for him and he reflected
back to their meeting together. Kristy Mathews was one of San Francisco's
Top Models...and on the verge of super stardom. He spotted her at a fund
raising party and found himself totally captivated with the sweet, young,
19 year old. Kristy no longer aspired to be a and instead focused
all her efforts in pleasing him.
II. (Two weeks later)
In a rich neighborhood, inside an Victorian House, Phoebe Halliwell
had just finished showering and sighed as she sat in front of her vanity
mirror. Finally, after bouncing around from one place to another, she had
found a job that actually looked promising. Phoebe looked at herself in
the mirror, and couldn't help giving herself a sexy grin. She was drop
dead gorgeous and knew it.
Piper mumbled something about having to do inventory this morning and
had already left for Quake's. This meant that Prue was running late.
Seconds later, she heard Prue yell from downstairs. "Gotta run,
Phoebs...have a good first day!"
"Thanks Prue, bye...I love you."
"Me too...er...I love you too." Prue shouted in reply.
Phoebe smiled as she heard her close the door. 'All
alone', She giggled... then turned her attention back to the mirror.
'Young, beautiful and what a set of tits!' she thought, while playfully
cupping them in her palms. Phoebe used her thumbs to graze the tip of her
nipples, which elicited a tingling sensation and then moved her left hand
down to touch her self... she was surprised to find herself so wet.
Phoebe wished she had time, but she was a working now, so she forced
her hand away from her hot spot.
Phoebe went to work on her short brown hair, giving it a tease... then
worked on her make-up, and twenty minutes later she was pleased with the
way she looked. "Mmmmmmm. I look soooo fucking edible." she proclaimed,
then giggled. Phoebe loved the way her body reacted to her sensuality and
now thought about what she would wear. 'How about I go as is.' she thought
to herself, and giggled again.
Phoebe went through her drawer until she found a white pair of and bra. 'Not too sexy.' she thought, thinking that by wearing
conservative underwear, she would feel less sexy and more professional.
Then she put on her lone business suit, the skirt's length reaching halfway
down her knees. She'd have to buy some new clothes, but in the meantime,
she would borrow Prue's and Piper's. Once Phoebe slipped on her black
pumps, she was all set to go. She checked herself one more time in the
hallway mirror and proclaimed. "Don't I look all that...prim and proper.
Phoeb's the professional." she giggled. 'Well, maybe not completely
professional, turning her ass slightly to see how it looked in the skirt.'
III. (Inside Seavers Enterprises Medical Facility, four floors down
from Jonathan Seavers office)
Phoebe sat, nervously awaiting the start of her psychological
examination...something she hadn't expected first thing in the morning on
her first day. Her supervisor told her that it was standard for all new
employees and a mere formality. "Just report to the 37th floor."
Phoebe was escorted into a small rectangular room, which only contained
a reclining chair. "Please lay down on the couch... Amber will be with
you shortly." Phoebe smiled at the middle-aged woman, and did as she was
told. Soft music played in the background.
Phoebe hadn't even realized she had dozed off, until she saw a beautiful
blonde suddenly standing by her side. Phoebe found herself too
relaxed to sit up. "Oh...Hi. I must have fallen asleep." She stammered.
"Hi Phoebe, my name is Amber Peters and I'll be conducting your exam
today. I'm glad to see you're relaxed."
The smile on Amber's face was contagious, and Phoebe found herself
smiling back. The was very beautiful, about her age, and obviously
intelligent. 'So much for the dumb theory.' she thought and just
barely managed to contain a giggle. As Phoebe's eyes followed Amber's
movements, she found herself doing what she always did when she saw a
pretty girl...comparing their breasts. Amber wore a suit jacket, but it
was a snug fit and clearly showcased a nice, full pair.
"Phoebe, I'm going to go through a series of questions. There isn't a
right or wrong answer, so please, just answer with the first thing that
pops in your mind...okay?" Amber stated.
Phoebe nodded her head.
IV.
Jonathan wore a grin that wouldn't quit. Every Halliwell would
have to be dealt with differently, but right now his plans for Phoebe were
falling into place perfectly. He so loved it when a plan came together.
Jonathan sat in his office, watching the 45" monitor with great
interest. For the time being, this was the closest he would allow himself
to get. He couldn't chance any physical contact whatsoever.
Phoebe lay there like an erotic piece of art, not realizing that the
couch was already sending her a series of relaxing vibrations. In
addition, the soft music in the background was treated with carefully
worded subliminal signals. At the end of the examination, Phoebe would be
given a drink of water, laced with a powerful aphrodisiac. Once Amber made
contact with her, this would heighten and direct Phoebe's desire
specifically for her.
Jonathan had briefed Amber on the role she would play. He couldn't
disclose his motive or long-term plans, but he did stress the importance of
following his instructions. He told Amber that she was to allow a close
relationship to develop between herself and Phoebe, which included teasing
Phoebe sexually. That was all that Amber had been briefed on. "I'm not a
lesbian, Jon. I'm into men...you specifically." Amber complained Jonathan
knew this but needed her to have the upper hand. He remembered telling
Amber that she didn't have to have sex, but she did have to tease her.
Phoebe's personality profile indicated deep-rooted tendencies...and Jonathan knew that by combining the aphrodisiac, the
subliminal programming and Phoebe's natural sexuality... a new Phoebe
would awaken.
Jonathan figured that within 24 hours, Phoebe would be experiencing such
strong feelings of sexual desire for Amber, that she'd practically be
begging Amber for her touch. Once Amber controlled Phoebe, he'd move on to
his next project...Phoebe's sister, Piper.
While Jonathan continue to view the monitor, and listen to Amber ask
Phoebe questions, he reflected on what drew him to Amber in the first
place. Sure, the was beautiful, with long hair that teased the
contours of her nicely rounded ass...and she sported a very healthy set of
tits...but it was her intellect and independence that captured his
attention. He had first met her on the campus of Stanford University,
which she was attending on an academic scholarship and majoring in
psychology. Now, Amber was a proud member of his own personal harem.
Jonathan looked at the clock. The session was almost over, which meant
the subliminal signals were now buried deep inside of Phoebe's
subconscious. Jonathan took in Phoebe's personality when he selected his
words, just like he would when he was ready for Piper and Prue. The first
words in Jonathan's formula for Phoebe were AROUSAL...LOVE...DESIRE. It
played for the first fifteen minutes, before the next series of words.
FEMALE SEX...LOVE...AMBER. This would surface Phoebe's latent lesbianism
and stir an attraction towards Amber. The last series of words were
PASSIVE... AROUSAL...AMBER. This would not only strengthen her feelings
for Amber, but would also render her docile in the process. Phoebe's
nightly dreams, fantasies, and daydreams would all be filled with Amber.
The report also indicated that Phoebe was a great deal more sexually
active than her other two sisters. Jonathan had gotten a lucky break in
the fact that Phoebe had latent feelings of this nature, because if she
didn't, the process to turn her would be long and tedious.
V.
Throughout the examination, Phoebe had found herself enthralled with
Amber, and although the thoughts were erotic in nature and confused her,
they didn't alarm her. In fact, she almost welcomed them. Was she really
sexually attracted to her? With each passing minute it was becoming harder
and harder to hide her arousal and she wished she could touch herself...but
she feared being seen. She could tell she was wet down there, and wondered
if Amber could smell her.
At the end of the session, Amber brought her a drink of water, which she
quickly drank down...and when she was handing Amber back the glass, their
fingers touched eliciting a vivid premonition! The two of them, completely
naked and on her bed... '69'ing. Phoebe's huge pitched forward
and her breathing quickened. "You alright?" Amber asked. Phoebe shook her
head yes, opened the door and left.
Phoebe rushed to the girl's room...and locked herself in one of the
stalls. Never had she ever felt like this before, and she quickly slid
down her skirt and panties. She couldn't believe her body's state of
arousal, and it confused her to think that a had put her in this
state. Phoebe used her fingers and within seconds cried out with an orgasm.
Phoebe walked around in a daze for the rest of the day... still
extremely horny and thinking of Amber. How was this possible? Then it hit
her...Witchcraft! Could Amber be a witch... a witch? Phoebe was
tempted to approach her at the end of the day, but decided against it.
Should she confide in her sisters? What if this didn't have anything to do
with witchcraft and she was merely attracted to another girl? Maybe she
just needed a good fucking and giggled. She wondered what her last
boyfriend was doing.
VI. (At the Bar inside the restaurant 'Quake')
"So, little one...how was your first day of school." Prue teased with a
smile.
Phoebe turned to her and smirked. "Great! I think I'm
gonna love working there."
Piper watched the exchange between her sisters, knowing Phoebe was
holding something back. It wasn't like Phoebe to hide something from them,
especially given how close they were. Piper wanted to be there for her,
just like she was there for her. Piper would talk to Prue about it.
Piper thought back to the almost sarcastic way she'd been treating lately. What was it with her? Ever since discovering that her boyfriend,
Jeremy, was an evil warlock, she'd had nothing but a string of bad
luck...and she was so damn suspicious of every guy she met. Every guy that
is, except for Leo. Piper still felt a flash of heat when she thought of
him. 'The best sex I ever had' Piper thought with a smile. She blushed
when she recalled how she kept on freezing Leo during the act. She wasn't
as versed with her powers then as she was now, and thanks to a freeze here,
and a freeze there, she gave new meaning to the word 'hard-on'. Then he
announced that he had to leave...and Piper was again depressed. Again,
left guy-less. She knew that she was attractive and pleasant to look at.
Sure, she didn't have the sexy seriousness of Prue, or the voluptuous body
of Phoebe, but she was lithe, and was constantly complimented on her ass.
So what if she had the smallest of the Halliwell sisters! Would
she ever meet Mr. Right?
VII.
Phoebe told her sisters that she wanted to get to bed early that evening
indicating that she was a workingwoman and needed her beauty sleep. In
fact, what she needed to do was relieve some pent up desire. Never before
had her body been as worked up as it was now. fantasies, starring
herself and Amber, sent strong currents of pleasure to every crevice of her
body. When Phoebe stripped naked and climbed into bed, the first image she
had was of Amber's face buried in her crotch. Phoebe's left hand
immediately attacked her firm globes, pinching her nipples... while her
right hand worked her faster and faster. It only took Phoebe seconds
before she exploded in a powerful orgasm, and her moans could easily be
heard in the next room. She didn't care though, needing relief.
When Phoebe wasn't masturbating, she was pretty much tossing and
turning. Her dreams were vivid...of herself and Amber, in all forms of
sexual expression. Her hands constantly groped at her slippery clit...and
by the time the alarm clock rang the next morning, she was drained,
drenched and wreaked of sex. Her first thought was upon awakening was
"Amber!"
Phoebe got up in a daze, not even bother to put on her robe. Naked, she
pranced down the hallway and walked right into the bathroom.
"Hey! Don't you knock? Give me a few seconds." Prue exclaimed as she
was in the process of toweling herself off.
Phoebe basically ignored Prue and went straight over and sat down on the
toilet. Within seconds she sighed, emptying her bladder. "Sorry sis...I
just couldn't wait."
"You could have gone downstairs." Prue stated and in her haste to leave
the bathroom, her towel dropped, exposing her naked body. Phoebe, still
sitting down on the toilet, found herself drawn to Prue's and the
sight of them sent fluttery sensations deep inside of her. Suddenly, she
was looking at Prue in a strange and new way...as if seeing her for the
first time.
"Prue... has anyone ever told you how beautiful your are?" Phoebe
asked.
"Huh? Why are you acting this way?"
"What way?" she replied.
Prue didn't hang around for an answer and Phoebe giggled in response.
Phoebe heard Piper yell from downstairs; "Breakfast is served! Get it
while it's hot!" 'I certainly will.' she thought to herself. Phoebe moved
her hand down to her wet, hot 'V' and moaned. Was she wet now because of
her dreams last night...her marathon masturbation session this morning...or
was it from seeing her sister, naked?
VIII.
Amber Peters pulled her Porsche into the private parking lot of Seavers
Enterprises. Her body felt relaxed...thanks to a very satisfying fucking
from Jonathan this morning. Now, her mind turned to Phoebe Halliwell...
and her mission. Jonathan wanted her to build a relationship with the
girl, so here she was, dressed extra sexy today.
As Amber made her way to the office, she felt some sympathy for the
girl, knowing fully well what she was going through. Amber reflected on
her own 'turning' one year ago. She remembered how career driven she had
been as a student. Then the next thing she knew, she was
Jonathan's sex toy.
Amber was far too intelligent to ignore the abnormality of all
this...but as she found out, knowing didn't prevent it. She remembered
Jonathan telling her how he used a combination of subliminal messages and a
designer aphrodisiac to enslave her. Instead of being concerned about her
predicament and trying to figure out how to break it, she basked in her
life of pleasure. Intellectually, she knew that she had turned into
Jonathan's sex slave, and that everything she felt was artificially
induced, but her body overruled her mind, and made her crave his touch.
Jonathan was her life now...and every fiber of her being wanted to please
him.
Jonathan had let her live with him for the first six months, but had to
share him with nine other lovers. He called everyone he 'turned' his love
slave and the special ones, his 'Harem Girl'. Initially, she felt a slight
disappointment with having to share him, but it quickly turned to honor
when she realized that this made her a 'Harem Girl'.
Then recently, she was provided a car, an apartment, and the new job.
Now, she was lucky to have sex with him once a week...this morning was one
of those lucky times. This forced her to more frequently. When
Jonathan told her about Phoebe, she couldn't figure out why he simply
didn't 'turn' her. What was it that made this so special?
As Amber sat down behind her desk, she noted the light flashing on her
phone. She pressed the button for her voice mail and listened.
"Amber...Hi...ah...this is Phoebe...ah...Phoebe Halliwell... I...ah...I
would like to talk to you...can I see you today?" Amber smiled.
IX. (Inside Jonathan Seavers office)
Jonathan looked down at the of Piper Halliwell. Long brown hair
that came down to her shoulders, friendly brown eyes and small perky
breasts on a slim figured body. Her file indicated that she constantly
doubted herself, at least when it came to the opposite sex. Jonathan, for
the life of him, couldn't understand why. Well...soon Piper would find
herself feeling everything but doubt. Just then the intercom buzzed.
"Yes Kristy..."
"Sir. Your dinner at Quake's is reserved for 7:30 tonight."
"Thanks Kristy...ah...Piper doesn't usually work late, how did you
manage to ensure her presence?"
"Sir. I told them that your dinner engagement tonight would determine
whether or not you would use them for your catering service."
Jonathan was impressed; "Very good Kristy. Schedule yourself for a 3:00
p.m. with me, okay honey."
"Yes sir! Thank you sir!" Kristy replied excitedly.
X. (Inside Amber Peters office)
"I...I've never felt this way about a...a before...I feel so
embarrassed." Phoebe stammered, sitting directly across from Amber.
"Please Phoebe. Don't feel embarrassed. I could tell during your exam
that you're a passionate woman. There's nothing wrong with feeling the way
you do...but I'm sorry to say I don't feel the same." Amber replied, using
her professional tone.
"But, what do I do? If you don't feel the same way about me, how do I
handle this? I...I know this is crazy, but I think...I think I love you."
"Look Phoebe...I'm heterosexual. I'm flattered that a pretty like
you is attracted to me, and I like you...but not in that way. You're bi,
and I have no problem with that...and I'd like us to be friends...but I
don't want you trying to hit on me."
XI.
Phoebe left the office early...telling her supervisor she didn't feel
well. Amber had been nice to her, but the desire Phoebe felt for her was
too strong to be denied. She needed more than friendship and knew how to
obtain it. Given Prue and Piper weren't due home for awhile, this gave her
plenty of time.
Phoebe went upstairs into her attic. Slowly, she leafed through the
'Book of Shadows' for love spells. She knew damn well that she wasn't
supposed to achieve personal gain from these spells, but she figured that
there were exceptions for every rule.
Phoebe smiled when she came upon the perfect spell. A simple
incantation would bond them together, so that every desire Phoebe felt for
Amber, Amber would return it. Of course, this included sexual desire. The
only draw back to this spell was that it would take the 'power of three' to
break it, and this meant if she ever did want to release Amber from her
spell, she would have to tell her sisters what she did.
The spell called for her to be naked...and Phoebe giggled. Good thing
her sisters weren't here, otherwise how would she explain being caught
naked casting a spell? Phoebe drew a circle on the floor with some chalk
and stripped... then lit five candles and stretched out inside the
circle, making sure that her head, her arms, and spread legs aligned
perfectly with the five candles hexagon. Phoebe envisioned Amber and began
the incantation.
XII.
Amber had been walking back to her office when suddenly she felt a
sexual craving envelope her. Dizzy and momentarily disoriented, Amber had
to lean up against the wall in order not to fall. Her mind thought of
Phoebe...and what her image was doing to her didn't make sense. Slowly,
she made her way back to her office and closed her door. What was going
on? She understood her body well enough to know what sexual arousal felt
like and she was shocked it was directed at Phoebe. Amber reached up to
cup her large and gasped at the wet heat it elicited deep in her
groin. "Ohhhhhhh." she groaned. She wanted Phoebe... she wanted to be
with her... she needed to be with her.
Amber quickly called Jonathan. A answered the phone. "I need to
talk to Mr. Seavers...this is Ms. Peters."
"Yes ma'am...hold on."
It was only a few moments, but it seemed an eternity. "Hi Amber...what
is it?"
"Jonathan. Something is wrong. I'm feeling strange...really strange.
Did you do anything to me?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I...I'm feeling something for Phoebe...it isn't natural. God, I can't
believe how much I want to be with her. I can't help it. I've never felt
this way about a before. This isn't me!"
"Hmmmm. Well, it wasn't generated from anything that I did...but I
don't want you to fight it. Instead, go with the feeling."
"Yes sir...to tell you the truth, I don't think I have much of a choice.
I'm going to call Phoebe. This is crazy. Why do I feel this way?"
"I don't know why. If you can, call me tomorrow morning and let me know
what happened."
"Yes sir." Amber replied, then hung up the phone. When Jonathan told
her not to fight the feelings, it made the thought of being with Phoebe
easier to deal with. She trusted Jonathan to tell her the truth, and knew
that if it was something he had done that he would tell her. If Jonathan
didn't direct these feelings, then who did? Amber picked up the phone
again, this time to call Phoebe.
"Hello." a soft voice answered. The sound of it gave her a rush of new
tingles.
"Hi...ah...Phoebe. This is Amber...I...I'd like to see you...can I come
over?"
"Yes! I'd love to see you!"
XIII.
Jonathan sat in his office deep in thought. He had no doubt that Phoebe
had cast some sort of love spell over Amber... something he hadn't counted
on. He also felt a slight fear at knowing that these witches had real
power... Even with his subliminal commands and aphrodisiacs, it would have
taken him several weeks to turn Amber like that and Phoebe managed to do it
with one spell.
XIV.
Phoebe was so excited she felt herself actually dripping down the
insides of her thighs. Amber would be here any minute and thanks to the
spell, they'd be lovers! Phoebe remained naked while prancing around her
home. Prue had called to tell her that she had to work late, and Piper
called to tell her the same. With both her sisters out and Amber on her
way over...she couldn't imagine life being better.
When Phoebe heard the soft tap on the door, she quickly opened it up.
Amber, looking very beautiful and confused, stood before her...and a second
later, her eyes lit up at seeing her naked. Phoebe smiled as if saying;
'This is all yours.'
"I...I don't understand...this is all so strange to me." Amber murmured
as Phoebe moved up against her for a hug. She gave Amber a squeeze on her
ass cheeks...while crushing her huge up against her.
"Upstairs...let's go upstairs."
Phoebe quickly led Amber to her bedroom... and helped her strip. This
would be the very first time that either one of them indulged in same sex
love, but there was no shyness... no hesitation. "Phoebe... I've never
done this before. I don't understand why... I can't help the way I
feel...I need you!"
"Me too!" Phoebe grinned.
Phoebe positioned herself in a '69', just like her premonition
yesterday, lowering her wet lips down on top of Amber's mouth... Amber's
tongue was shy as she slowly poked at her slit until finally she entered
her...eliciting a groan. Phoebe then lowered her own mouth over Amber's
sweet smelling pussy, driving her own tongue deep inside of her. Both of
them stabbed at each other's clit and lapped at their creamy pussies...
both relentless and not letting up... until they cried out with earth
shattering orgasms.
XV.
Prue felt drained. The Auction House was taking up more and more of her
time, which meant she spent less time with her sisters. As she climbed the
stairs, she thought she heard a giggle. 'What was Phoebe doing up?' she
wondered. She looked at her closed door and didn't notice the light on and
thought it best not to disturb her. As she turned to go to her room she
heard a giggle again... and then two of them! 'Huh?' she thought. If she
didn't know better, she'd swear Phoebe had a in there with her.
"Tonight's episode included music by Remy Zero
The End of Part One of "The Charmed Ones Trilogy"
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