Sisters of Avaris - Nalia's Tale, Ch. 2

Nalia has lesson in mind control spells from her mysterious mentor, and as a result she is forced to seduce her own sister.

(Author's Note – without reading chapter 1 first, this story may not make sense. It's recommended you read them in order)

As Nalia and the new student Johann left the Crestwood together, leaving the fairies behind, they entered the wide open expanse of plains that stretched between the trees and the Reflecting Pool, the small mountain lake that took up the eastern edge of the valley. This small body of water was actually named Lake Monteformia after the stocky human that had first set foot in the valley and discovered it, but he was an arrogant, disagreeable man by all accounts and nobody liked him. Therefore the lake's nickname stuck instead, chosen of course for the constant reflection of the surrounding mountains within it's icy depths.

In order to hasten the trip, they had decided that a long distance race might be fun, and they spent the entire trip back trying to outrun one another. Nalia was a much faster sprinter but Johann was superior in stamina and strength, and in the end it was a close call. Ultimately, Nalia won. Whether or not Johann had thrown the race intentionally because of the recent blowjob was debatable, but either way, it meant Nalia had won it through her own cunning.

They neared the long, winding staircase that led up the mountainside, carved into the very rock as it wound it's way to the stone abode of Serena and her students. Standing at the base of this was Nalia's sister, Nessa, her face a stony mask. She was significantly taller than her younger sister, just reaching the 6'0” mark, but her body was equally small and lithe. Her breasts were tiny, mere swellings beneath her blue robe, and her hips and stomach were thin and elfish. She wore her long hair loose, the jet black locks cascading down her back and framing her small face. Like her sister, her wide eyes were dark green and sharply angled, although her overall expression was more haughty than hostile.

“You're late,” she said as they approached. “Serena is waiting for you.” Her tone was glib, as if she was enjoying the inevitable trouble her sister was about to be in.

“Yeah, yeah. And I guess that means I'm going to be scolded by Serena. That would be a first.” She rolled her eyes sarcastically.

“You should be careful around her,” Nessa said seriously. “She doesn't really care about us one way or the other, and would have no problem eliminating you. And you've seen what she's capable of.”

“Oh, I know,” Nalia said as they started up the staircase, Johann in tow. “And I'm sure I would have no problem adjusting to my new life as a garden snake.” She laughed. “I'm not afraid of her, Sis.”

Johann chuckled at this, but Nessa did not. “You should be,” she said. “We all should be. And if you were smart, you would be.”

Nalia scoffed. “That's just something cowards say to justify their fears. Yeah, I get it, she's really strong and could easily destroy me in a variety of ways. You say I 'should be afraid,' and I tell you...I'm not afraid of death. So, fuck Serena and her creepy, naked religion or whatever she's selling us. I'm just here for the power.”

Johann agreed heartily. “That's true! She doesn't care about us so why should we care about her? I don't even want to be here. So, I'm going to take whatever power I can get and be gone.”

Nessa smirked, her smile devoid of amusement. They reached the top of the long, stone stair and made their way inside the square block that served as Serena's fortress against the world. It was built into the side of the mountainside and designed with solidarity in mind, containing several square rooms in an equally square shape, housed within immensely thick walls. It overlooked the entire Valley of Magnoria, and had a breathtaking view.

Serena could typically be found in one place within, in one room, despite the freedom to move about her miniature fortress at will. She simply had no need for any of the other rooms. Unlike the other powers that had shaped the world, she made no pretense of pretending. All she needed was a space to block herself off from her physical surroundings, so that she could focus entirely on her silent meditation.

Johann excused himself from the two sisters as they entered the stone abode, making his way down the left hallway towards the library. Nessa continued to precede her sister upstairs to the second floor, only breaking away when they passed her own bedroom and private chamber.

“Wish me luck,” Nalia said as her sister opened the door to her room.

Nessa smiled at her, a rare sight. “You've never needed luck, before. And you won't need it now. I have faith in you, sister, you'll do fine on this lesson.” Uncharacteristically, she leaned in and gave Nalia the faintest ghost of a kiss on her cheek.

Nalia's lip twitched in a smile, her sister's rare display of affection invoking a rush of warmth through her body that made her shiver. “Thanks, Sis. I needed that.”

Nessa nodded gently, the smile already gone and her face having returned to it's usual stoic expression. “Of course. Now go, she's waited long enough.”

There was one final staircase in Serena's mountain home, and it was carved into the very rock, winding it's way upwards in a twisting, snakelike tunnel before finally stopping at a single door. Technically what lay beyond could be called the third floor of the house, except that it consisted of only a single room. This room was carved into the mountainside, the front half of it jutting out onto the roof of the building, creating a large rooftop patio only accessible through a small door on the eastern wall.

Nalia entered, moving slowly and cautiously, wary of confronting her mentor as always. She looked around the room, searching, expecting her to appear at any moment. It was not unheard of with Serena – to simply be gone one moment and there the next, always appearing at the corner of her vision. The laws of physics, and indeed reality itself, did not seem to apply to her.

“Hello?” Nalia asked hesitantly. She took a few tentative steps into the room. The door slammed shut behind her, seemingly of it's own accord, making her jump.

The room was dim, the late afternoon light unable to reach very far inside as it only had one window, and that was pointed east. In Avaris, it's single sun still traveled across the sky in an east-to-west fashion, but it appeared very low in the sky unless one was far in the south, because it covered the southern hemisphere only. Much of Avaris was a cold climate as a result, with an expansive artic region far in the north, a short temperate region in the center, and an extremely hot region in the south where the sun appeared massive and the heat was unbearable. Because of this unusual tilt, most of the civilized people of the world settled further north, and in this, Magnoria was no exception.

Nalia proceeded across the room, making her way towards the door on the opposite wall. It was a simple iron door with a ring handle, and currently it stood ajar, creating a fading line of light. She wasn't sure she had ever seen this door open before, nor had she been outside on the rooftop. She pushed her way through it now, stepping foot on the secret patio for the first time.

“You are late, little one,” she heard in her head, the voice of Serena suddenly echoing through her mind. As always, her mentor sounded completely devoid of all emotion, her statement simply an admission of fact and nothing else.

Nalia froze, her heart pounding. Serena was a terrifying woman who had little regard for anything, including even herself. A lot of what made her so frightening was the fact that she acted so completely neutral about everything around her, as if she didn't care about anything. Emotions were foreign to her in every sense, including happiness and sadness, love and anger...she simply reacted in the most natural way, without concern for how her actions affected anyone else. And yet it wasn't out of any inherent cruelty within her. She was simply detached from the world, because – Nalia was certain – she wasn't truly a part of it.

“Y-y-yes, m-m'lady,” she stammered. “My a-apologies. I was in the forest and lost track of time.”

“You were in the forest performing fellatio with Johann. That is not an excuse to be late, is it?” the voice echoed in her head.

Nalia's eyes widened slightly, not really surprised that Serena knew the truth about her surprise blowjob for Johann but still feeling embarrassed by it. “N-no, m'lady,” she said quietly. “I'm sorry.”

There was a flash of orange light, a brilliant burst that tore a rip in the sky and left Nalia's eyes seeing spots for a moment. She flinched and jumped back, and then suddenly there was Serena, standing tall and regal in front of her.

She was mostly naked, only draping herself in a tattered, grey robe that was really just a cluster of worn-out threads hanging off her body in tattered strips. As always, her appearance suggested that she could be Nalia and Nessa's mother, and for many years they had assumed this to be the case. Her face was thin and elfish in appearance, her ears pointed and her eyes thin and almond-shaped. They alternated in color, seemingly depending on her situation, or the mood she was trying to convey, ranging anywhere from bright blue to deep black. Her raven hair was thick and wavy, spilling down her back and cascading over her shoulders. Her nose was thin and almost invisible on her face, and her mouth was small and pouty.

“You are not sorry, Nalia. You know this to be true, and so do I,” Serena said without moving, and despite standing in front of Nalia she continued to speak to her inside her head. In the meantime, her physical form stood there frozen in front of her with her hands turned over, palm-side-up. Her eyes were black and her face was frozen in an expression of complete neutrality, looking for all the world like a mannequin in a shop window.

“I regret getting caught, though,” Nalia said, staring at her feet. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Serena said nothing for a moment, simply continued to stare at her in an eerie, frozen pose, and then suddenly her body jerked and her hands returned to a normal position. Her head lifted up and she blinked, as if regaining control of her body after a long absence.

“That is the first truth you have spoken to me,” Serena said, this time using her body to communicate. Her movements were still stiff and jerky, but she was slowly regaining control of herself. Her voice was gruff as she spoke the words out loud.

“Yeah, well...I like to suck dick.” Nalia said and shrugged. She decided to just be honest with Serena, which was somehow liberating.

“You do,” Serena agreed matter-of-factly. “You enjoy all sexual encounters, like most humans do. I am aware of this, and do not fault you for it. Now, tell me, little one. What would you like to focus on today?”

Nalia breathed a sigh of relief. Things could've gone either way, as far as she could tell. Either Serena would decide she wasn't taking her lessons seriously and simply destroy her, or – and thankfully this was the way it went – she simply wouldn't care.

“Um...well, you know I like the mind spells. Making people do what I want.”

Serena nodded. “Yes. Controlling other humans is difficult, especially for a human like yourself. The power I instill in you will help, but these creatures of Alaina were made with the power of free will, and only she can control them with impunity.” She paused, seemingly remembering that she was, in fact, speaking to one of those 'creatures' right now.

“You will practice more tonight. You can do so by manipulating the mind of Nessa, and I will be watching,” Serena finished.

But Nalia was not satisfied. “I will practice, yes, but does it have to be on her? I mean, isn't that kind of wrong? Nessa's my sister.”

Serena simply looked at Nalia, her expression stony. “Who else would you practice on? What other human is meaningless enough to you that you can control their mind without fear of guilt? Make your choice, then, if it pleases your moral compass. But choose quickly.”

Nalia blushed, looking down at her feet. “I understand, m'lady. It's just...why can't I choose Johann? He's at least a boy, and he seems like the easier target.”

Serena nodded and held up one hand slowly. The gesture seemed awkward, almost like she was unaware she was even doing it. “I thought you might say that.” As her arm lifted to it's full height, the tattered strips of her robe pulled up and revealed the perfectly round globe of one breast, the areola dark and her nipple firm against the cool, evening air.

“Is that OK? Can I seduce Johann, instead?” Nalia asked, feeling wary.

“Johann will do anything for you even without altering his reality. You will learn nothing from him tonight but how to be a better lover. I want you to control Nessa. She is your sister, and she is very strong of mind. You will likely fail against her.” Serena spoke as bluntly as ever, and as always she was brutally honest. “I will teach you another technique to connect with another creature's mind, a technique that might help you against her tonight. One more suited to your...particular interests.”

“Thank you, m'lady, I appreciate that,” Nalia said sarcastically, but then she quickly continued. Serena did not seem to understand sarcasm, but it still seemed better not to push it. “In any case, I think I've gotten better at it than you realize. I practice in town a lot, so I think I might actually have a chance against Nessa.”

“I know you do. And you are very good at it.” Serena said simply.

“Yeah, well...is there anything you don't know, m'lady? I mean...with all due respect?” Nalia asked, then quickly tried to recover. She couldn't help herself, the words just slipped out.

Without altering her tone, Serena simply said, “No.”

The technique that Serena had promised appeared to be a method of advanced seduction, manipulating not just the victim's mind to do as it was told, but for their perception of Nalia to be one of longing and lust. A willingness to do anything for her out of desire. A love spell, so to speak, although according to Serena there was no such thing as “spells.” They were just different ways of altering reality – or spells, in other words, although she seemed to loathe the word. Nevertheless this label was something Nalia and Nessa agreed upon.

Magic in Avaris was atypical to most worlds in that it wasn't a learned science or study, and it wasn't normally something anyone could ever hope to perform, other than five select women. These women were collectively referred to as the “Sisters of Avaris,” and most people believed they were actually Goddesses, divine powers that had created the world. And, for lack of a better description, that is exactly what the Sisters were.

Alaina had created humanity, Athelwyn had created the land itself and populated it with animals. Aliza was a spiteful Sister, creating monsters and aberrations to terrorize the other Sisters creations in an attempt to become the most powerful. Lenora had come along only recently, forgotten deep within the scalding jungles of the south, where she reigned over her City of the Dead, named after herself.

And then there was Serena, the most powerful of the Sisters, because unbeknownst to the rest of the world she was actually not a “Sister” but a “Mother.”

With her divine powers, Serena and the others were able to project their abilities onto normal humans. This took considerable practice by the human as well, and this wasn't done by memorizing complicated incantations and keeping bags full of feathers and beeswax. Rather, magic learned from Serena was the literal manipulation of the world around them to do whatever they wished, simply through sheer force of will. Other Sisters were able to bestow different abilities, but Serena's power was absolute, and learning from her granted mastery of the entire world.

Nalia passed her test with flying colors, demonstrating on Serena her mastery of the new technique. Actually controlling her mentor was simply not possible, but she could still show that she understood the process.

“That is enough, little one,” Serena said finally. “You have shown your power well. Now it is time for the final test.” She spoke in her usual monotonous tone, sounding bored as always.

“Um...ok...,” Nalia squeaked, then cleared her throat noisily. “I mean, OK, yeah. The final test against Nessa. You want me to...to use a love spell on my...my sister?” She raised one eyebrow as this revelation finally dawned on her.

Serena simply nodded. She said nothing else, as if no explanation was needed.

But Nalia wasn't so easily swayed, not this time. “No, seriously. She's my sister. Why am I practicing a love spell on Nessa and not just like, I dunno, a normal mind control spell? Why are we getting weird about it?”

Serena finally spoke, but her expression stayed the same, and Nalia wasn't sure if she was moving her mouth or not. “She has a powerful mind, little one. That is what matters. I don't understand why you consider this 'weird.' You enjoy the human sexual experience so I thought you would find it useful. Being able to dominate your sister sexually would guarantee mastery of this ability, don't you agree?”

Nalia opened her mouth to protest, but no sound came out. What Serena said was true on a certain level, but it was spoken from the point of view of someone that didn't understand the human ritual of reproduction. To Serena there seemed to be no distinction between males and females, let alone the subtler nuances of blood relation.

“Go now,” she said suddenly, apparently settling the matter. “You will do as I command, little one. Or else you will die here right now.” Even while threatening her life Serena sounded bored, but unfortunately Nalia knew that she meant what she said.

Instead, she nodded weakly to the half naked Goddess in front of her, her heart thudding in her chest as she thought about the incestuous betrayal she was about to commit. She turned and slowly made her way back towards the house, trying to keep one eye on Serena, until the magical woman simply vanished.

Then Nalia turned and practically ran back to the winding staircase leading back into the bowels of the mountain abode, reaching the second floor and a hallway containing four large bedrooms, including hers, Nessa's, and Johann's. The fourth room was empty. She made her way down to her sister's door and stopped, breathing heavily.

The door to Nessa's room was closed, and this didn't surprise her. Her sister liked her privacy, especially when in such a vulnerable state as sleeping. However, when she reached for the handle she was pleased to discover that it was unlocked, something that she did find surprising. Gently she grasped the doorknob and pushed, the door swinging open. As it moved it let out a loud creak, and Nessa immediately jumped up in her bed.

“What the fuck...?” she shouted, startled awake and trying to pull her meager nightgown down to cover her exposed mound, the tiny patch of curly pubic hair visible for only a moment as it crowned her labial lips. She let go once she realized it was just Nalia.

Sitting up on the side of her bed, wiping the sleep out of her eyes, Nessa looked at her sister with groggy confusion. “How did you get in here?” she asked. There was a small oil lamp on the nightstand next to her and she reached for it, flooding the room with a warm glow.

Nalia shrugged. “It was unlocked. I'm sorry, Sis, I didn't mean to wake you up. I can just leave.”

Nessa shook her head. “No...no, it's alright. I...what do you want, anyway? Why did you wake me?”

Nalia grinned, trying to appear flirtatious. She felt ridiculous doing it, considering this was her sister, but nevertheless she got a weird thrill from trying. “I'm sorry, I guess I just missed my big Sis. I finished my lesson with Serena and I needed a hug.” She crossed her arms in front of herself as she spoke, pressing her perfectly round breasts together and creating an enticingly long line of cleavage. She tried to make eye contact, which was essential for the spell, but Nessa's eyes were still half-lidded with sleep. Instead, she would just have to try to seduce her on her own.

“You came over here and woke me up just because you wanted a hug? Are you joking with me, sister? Because I don't find this amusing.” Nessa grumbled.

Nalia giggled. “Oh, I'm sure you don't. You're always so serious all the time. You need to learn how to relax and enjoy life a little.” She took a seat on the bed next to her. Reaching over she put a hand on Nessa's exposed knee, letting her fingers caress the soft skin absently as she spoke.

Nessa looked down at Nalia's hand with some confusion but said nothing. She shivered a little, her sister's feather-light touch actually quite pleasant and sending a shiver up her spine. Instead of resisting, she closed her eyes and leaned back, secretly savoring the tingling sensation that her sister was invoking.

“That feels good, doesn't it?” Nalia asked her, a hint of mischief in her voice. “I know that it does, I can see it all over your face. And, unlike you and your frigid ass, I've actually had sex before. I can tell when a girl is horny.” She grinned, her hand still caressing Nessa's thigh, although now she moved with more purpose.

Her callousness was, as it so often was between the sisters, a bit too much for Nessa to bear. She yanked away her leg, her gaze sharp as she opened her eyes and glared at Nalia. “How dare you?!” she said haughtily. “You know nothing of me and my...private matters...”

Nalia couldn't help but laugh at her sister's prudishness. “Oh, I don't, do I? Oh, alright. I don't know that you're afraid you might be attracted to women, or that you've never even tried touching yourself, letting alone had sex. I didn't read all that and more in your cute little diary or anything.” She chuckled. “You really should keep that hidden better, by the way, and maybe locked with a better lock.”

“But I...how did...?” Nessa stammered, and Nalia chuckled again.

“You kept it locked with a basic diary lock. Even a child could've picked that, using a sharpened stick.”

“Yes, but my room is usually kept locked as well.” Nessa said.

Nalia smiled. “Maybe not with a stick for that one.” She shrugged. “It was open tonight.”

There was a moment of awkward silence between them before they both let out a laugh. In that moment they were simply sisters, two young women barely out of their teens living out a normal, human scenario of sneaking peeks at diaries and sharing private thoughts. Nalia gazed at her sister with a newfound attraction that she initially tried to repress, but then she remembered that she was supposed to be seducing her and surrendered to the feeling instead.

“Well, anyways, my dear sister...I do think you should be going back to your room.” Nessa shifted uncomfortably on the bed, her plain, white nightgown riding up and exposing her bare hips. She was completely naked besides the small nightgown and there was nothing between Nalia now and her sister's trim, delicate sex.

Now was the moment. If she was going to demonstrate her skills to Serena, she had to act now. Gazing deeply into Nessa's dark green eyes, she reached out with her mind, attempting to twist the very fabric of reality and dominate her sister's brain. The world seemed to twist around her as she focused all thought on entering Nessa's head, and she could feel her will shooting towards her sister like a bolt of lightning.

Nessa shifted on the bed again, this time jerking sharply away from Nalia as if slapped. Nalia reeled as well, her concentration immediately snapped as she felt herself shoved forcefully back into her own body. Her sister had repelled her attempt at mind control immediately and seemingly without even trying, and she seemed equally surprised by what had happened.

“What the fuck was...?” Nessa began, and then suddenly reeled on Nalia angrily as the realization dawned on her. “Did you just try to dominate me?”

Nalia only sat there, feeling a little dizzy from the force of Nessa's resistance. She felt like someone had opened up her skull and punched her in the brain.

“Why would...why would you do that to me? I'm your sister! I – ” She stopped, her face going blank as her mind quickly put the pieces together. She had always been the smart one, after all. “It was Serena, wasn't it? This is your lesson. To dominate your own sister.” She smiled faintly as her gaze returned to Nalia's.

But Nalia only shook her head as she looked down at her hands, avoiding Nessa's gaze. This was her usual pose when she wanted to avoid eye contact, and while most people that met her just thought it made her look guilty of something, Nessa knew her sister well enough to know that it really meant she knew more than she was admitting to.

“It's not that, is it?” Nessa asked quietly, hoping her sister would give her some kind of a sign. “You can't seriously be...,” she started but then Nalia finally answered, cutting her off.

“It IS that but it's not just that, OK, Sis? No...I'm not trying to control you on my own. That's fucking wrong, and I hate that I have to do this. It's Serena's lesson. I'm supposed to dominate you, but I'm supposed to do it...,” she stopped, suddenly afraid to finish.

Nessa looked at her carefully, studying her face. “Supposed to do it...what?” she asked cautiously.

Nalia looked at her hands again and chuckled nervously. Finally, she took a deep breath. “I'm supposed to...seduce you.” The last two words were a whisper, and Nessa had to lean in to hear.

As she learned of the ridiculous test their mentor was administering to her sister, Nessa froze, her eyes growing wide. There was another moment of silence in the room as the two girls considered their situation. Serena had been clear that she would be monitoring the test, and that meant that she was likely watching them from somewhere right now. If Nalia didn't at least make a decent effort to dominate her sister, there was no telling what she would do. But considering she had already threatened her life once that day, and was still disappointed in her for her earlier tardiness, Nalia really didn't want to find out.

On the other hand, continuing to batter herself against Nessa's mental fortitude would not help her in the slightest. Besides the mental stamina required for such an endeavor, her constant failure would only make her look worse in Serena's eyes. This option, of actually following Serena's orders, could potentially be the most dangerous choice of all.

Even pretending to let Nalia dominate her was not a safe method. Serena was far too omnipotent to fall for any of their childish tricks and terrible acting, and choosing this path could potentially get Nessa in trouble as well for being an accessory.

There was only one safe option, and they both knew it. Nessa was going to have to let Nalia dominate her willingly. Only then would Nalia be able to redeem herself in Serena's eyes. Their eyes met, one set of sparkling green eyes gazing into the others, and by the simple strength of their sisterly bond they silently agreed without ever opening their mouths.

Nalia's vision began to twist sharply, the entire world seeming to swirl into a tight tunnel shape that surrounded Nessa's head. She focused all of her thought on following this tunnel and entering her sister's mind, aiming her will like an arrow that fired from her consiousness directly towards Nessa. She hit her sister with intense mental force, knocking her backwards onto the bed with a sigh. Nalia's will began to slowly enter her, forcing her way in with difficulty, encountering an intense amount of resistance despite Nessa opening herself up to her freely.

Ultimately, with her mental fortitude stronger than even Nessa could control, Nalia was only able to penetrate the surface of her sister's defenses. This placed her in a very precarious position, one that Nalia would forever remember as the most intimate moment of her entire life. She had managed, through the manipulation of reality itself, to worm her way into the very outskirts of Nessa's conscious mind, where she lingered like a ghost. She was so distant from Nessa's inner workings that she wasn't even able to communicate with her telepathically, and she almost retreated completely, planning to try again, until she realized something else.

She was still inside her own body, fully in control of herself. Trying to look through Nessa's eyes granted her a view of nothing but darkness, but she discovered that there was one connection that she had to her sister's body that did seem fully functional still. Perhaps she had inadvertently integrated herself into Nessa's nerve endings, or perhaps she had partially incorporated herself into her living aura. Whatever the cause, Nalia discovered that she was now connected just enough to Nessa's body that she could feel every sensation that she was feeling, too. Perfectly, as if she was actually inside her body.

But not only that, she was feeling her own physical feelings as well. The soft warmth of Nessa's bed underneath her, the caress of the sheets on all four bare feet, and the soft cushion of the mattress cradling two round, perfect asses, stimulating two separate nervous systems that were connected to a single brain. Just the over-stimulation of the bedsheets alone sent shivers through her body, and she giggled uncontrollably.

Nessa looked at her sister, her eyes troubled and confused. She knew the magic hadn't worked like it was supposed to...and from the look on her face, Nalia could tell that she was completely unaware of her presence in her mind at all. Nessa thought that the attempt had failed completely.

Leaning in towards her concerned older sister, she kissed her softly on the lips. Nessa's breath hitched and her eyes widened in surprise before she seemed to melt into the sensation. Her eyes fluttered closed as her little sister tasted her. She had struggled to accept it at first, but ultimately she knew that this was necessary. As someone that was just as sexually repressed as Nalia had said she was, there was a dark, primal side of her that was genuinely curious. That craved this form of carnal release. After only a moment's hesitation, she began kissing Nalia back eagerly.

From her own perception, Nalia was lost in a haze of blissful sensations, experiencing the soft, gentle sweetness of her sister's thin lips against hers, exploring her mouth curiously. At the same time, she was also feeling the kiss through Nessa's body, the warm, urgent press of her own lips against her own mouth. The feeling was incredible, a delicious contrast of gentle and firm, her mind trying to reconcile both sensations at once. As a result she was left reeling, her vision spinning.

As the sisters continued to seduce each other, every gentle caress caused Nalia to moan out loud, and she soon felt a tear slip from her eye as they both began to run their soft hands up the sides of each other's naked body. The combined feeling of both sets of soft hands running over two different bodies was almost unbearably arousing, and Nalia quickly yanked her sister's nightgown up and over her head, exposing the tiny mounds that were Nessa's tiny breasts, the small nipples pink and erect.

“You have no idea...what this feels like...,” Nalia whispered into her sisters' mouth, her breath warm against her own face as she tasted Nessa's lips.

“What do you mean? We are here together, aren't we? I know I'm not as experienced as – ” Nessa began, but Nalia cut her off.

“No, no, no! Not like that. You misunderstand. The spell...it...” She paused, then suddenly she leaned forward and whispered into Nessa's ear, as if somehow that would foil Serena.

A small smile pulled at the corners of Nessa's mouth as she listened to the secret that her little sister imparted. Now that she knew that Nalia was not only deriving her own physical pleasure from this encounter, but was experiencing Nessa's pleasure at the same time, she felt a pleasant shiver run through her body.

Having never experienced any sexual sensation in her life, Nessa was not at all jealous of Nalia and her new ability to feel everything twice. Instead, she was powerfully excited by the idea that her little sister and her were now connected in such an intimate manner, and that she had so much control over her pleasure. She leaned in and kissed her lips again, this time with more purpose, and Nalia instinctively kissed her back. Just as suddenly she let out a long, wailing moan, her senses once again dazzled by the feeling of two mouths kissing her passionately at the same time.

After a few seconds of this, Nalia squirmed and pushed away, breathing heavily. “It's not you, Sis...I'm sorry. It's just...,” she smiled, trying to catch her breath. “It is just soooo fucking intense...you have no idea...”

Nessa smiled meekly. The flickering light of the oil lamp made their shadows dance on the walls, accentuating the lines on their naked skin and highlighting her delicate breasts. “I take no offense, dear sister...I mean, Master...,” she glanced around, as if expecting to see Serena watching from the corner.

Nalia giggled. “That's good...slave. You're learning.” Her eyes twinkled as she played along with the pretense of domination. “Now – why don't you take off my own tunic? My tits have been squished in this thing all day, they could use some air.”

Nessa nodded obediently. “Of course, Master.” She reached down and grasped the hem of Nalia's thin leather tunic with one hand, her knuckles brushing against her bare stomach. With her other hand her thin fingers tugged deftly at the drawstrings, loosening the garment and allowing her to tug it over her little sister's head.

Both of their tops now removed and Nessa fully naked, the girls sat frozen on Nessa's bed, both of them unintentionally comparing breast size as their brains processed what was going to happen next.

As far as breasts went, Nalia won the prize for Avaris' most perfect pair, boasting a set of generous B-cups that were still firm and round, offering just a little bit more than a handful. Her nipples were a soft pink, the areola such a light, delicate shade as to be almost invisible on her pale skin. They sat high on her chest, the enticing curves practically begging to be squeezed.

Both of the sisters had similar frames, their stomachs flat, their hips small and thin. Nessa was thinner by far, her body exuding a youthful sexuality that was undeniable. She was already fully naked, and now she reached for the buttons on Nalia's pants. With only a few quick tugs they popped open, and Nessa slid them down her sister's toned thighs with surprising eagerness. Like herself, Nalia did not like to wear underwear, and Nessa was greeted with the sight of her fragrant mound, now only inches from her delicate face.

“You're such a good little slave, Sis.” Nalia whispered. “Would you like to taste my pussy?”

Nessa looked up at her, her face innocent and hungry. Her eyes were pleading, her forehead crinkled in a look of pure desperation. She nodded, licking her lips, and then without waiting another moment she suddenly lunged at her little sister's tight, glistening folds. There was only the faintest blanket of soft, downy hair encircling her entrance.

Surprised, Nalia jumped, her back arching as her Nessa's tongue touched her skin. She spread her legs wide on the bed to allow better access, her body taking over as desire took hold. Her hand slid down her stomach and in-between her legs, finally spreading her pussy lips wide, offering up her dripping genitalia to her sister's eager tongue. Her hand found the back of Nessa's head, her fingers entwining in her long hair, pulling her closer.

As she felt the warm pressure of Nessa's tongue against her clit, Nalia suddenly let out a cry of sheer, agonized pleasure, her body violently reacting to the sensation. It was like her body had finally achieved something it had been pining for all along, and now all the pent-up sexual tension that she didn't even realize she was harboring suddenly burst forth from her vagina in a hot flood of squirt, pouring out onto the bed and dripping down her thighs in rivulets. She filled her sister's mouth, the warm, salty fluid oozing down her chin, and Nessa swallowed it all without complaint.

“....oh...,” Nalia panted as Nessa pulled away. “...oh, my...,” she repeated weakly, her chest heaving. She looked down at her and smiled.

Nessa looked up from her position on her stomach, sprawled across the bed. As Nalia lowered herself down to a sitting postion, Nessa rolled over onto her back. Their eyes remained locked on each other, both of them smiling lazily as they lay there catching their breaths.

Finally Nalia sat up, a look of purpose set on her face. She gazed down at Nessa's thin body as she stared absently at the ceiling, her body positioned upside-down in relation to her. Without a word she leaned forward, placing one hand on either side of her sister's tiny waist, crawling on top of her backwards.

Nessa did not resist, even when her little sister's thighs pressed against her cheeks, still drenched in her own salty juices. Nalia's tongue started exploring, slipping between Nessa's tight folds, making herself jump as the sensation of her tongue on her most sensitive parts was mimicked on her own pussy, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through both of them at once. She knew how her tongue felt to Nessa with every little movement because she was feeling it as well, and as a result she was able to pleasure her big sister in the closest, most unimaginably intimate way possible.

As Nessa neared her climax, she began to whimper softly, and Nalia knew what she was craving because her own body felt it, too. Their pussies were both swollen and wet, and Nalia moaned into Nessa's mound as her own orgasm began to build as well. She craved penetration, knew that's all it would take for either of them, and as she felt her sister's hips begin to buck gently against her mouth and smelled the musky odor of her arousal she knew it was time.

Plunging two of her thin fingers inside of Nessa's tight cunt, she felt her hyman pop softly and tasted the sudden outpouring of her virgin blood and cum on her tongue. Nessa came almost immediately, her back arching off the bed and her hips bucking fiercely against Nalia's face. She let out a wail of pure ecstasy, her fingers grasping the bed sheets tightly and pulling them free of the corners. Her breath hitched repeatedly, and she began making adorable little whimpering noises, like the mewling of a kitten.

As Nessa's body clenched down on her fingers, Nalia's eyes grew wide, suddenly realizing what was about to happen. She was feeling the sensation of her sister's orgasm overtaking her, and this was somehow triggering her own body to climax. She began to feel the pressure grow and grow into a powerful dual-climax that made her heart and breathing stop.

Her eyes popped out of her head and her mouth opened as wide as it could go in a silent scream, her body lacking the breath to make a sound. Every part of her body stiffened, her muscles clenching as the double orgasm continued to build up in her groin. It was like an intense heat, growing in power like a huge bomb set to explode, and it was just before it actually went off that she prayed to Alaina to protect her from the any damage caused by whatever was about to happen to her.

The pleasure was indescribable when it finally overcame her, and she heard herself screaming into her sister's wet, spasming pussy as she clenched her thighs tightly together around her head. Her body started to twitch, bucking and grinding against Nessa's naked flesh violently as waves of pleasure tore through her body. Breathing became impossible as the powerful sensation went on and on, tears streaming from her eyes until she finally just wanted it to stop, the sensation becoming too much to bear.

Yet her body betrayed her, fully overwhelmed by the feeling and eliminating all other thought. She wasn't even aware of it when she finally blacked out, her mouth still buried in Nessa's pussy. Her body went limp and she collapsed, the full weight of her pressing down on top of Nessa's thin frame.

“Sister...,” she gasped, pulling Nalia's thighs apart and freeing her face so that she could breathe. Her little sister's wet, dripping pussy was just above her, and she could smell the fragrant odor of her climax. “Sister...wake up.”

At first Nalia didn't stir, and Nessa began to wonder if she was OK. But then her leg twitched and she let out a soft moan, slowly regaining consciousness. Her mouth was still lying on Nessa's pussy, and she could feel her warm breath on her clit.

“Sister...Nalia, wake up. Please...you're crushing me.” Nessa shifted, trying to push her sister aside. Finally, Nalia began to stir.

“Wha...?” she grumbled sleepily, her eyes slowly focusing. She moved her head and scrunched up her nose, realizing where her face was. When she saw her sister's wet, glistening pussy she smiled, the memory of the last few minutes coming back to her.

Nessa pushed her again, and Nalia quickly rolled over, letting her body collapse on the bed next to her. “Finally. I was afraid you had died on top of me,” Nessa said.

Nalia chuckled as she stared at the ceiling. “I thought maybe I was going to. I couldn't breathe, there. That...,” she paused, smiling at Nessa. “That was absolutely...that was...” She chuckled, unable to find the words to describe what it was and she laughed.

“I agree.” Nessa smiled. “It was definitely that, and so much more. And we should do that more often. I can't believe I've been missing out all these years.”

Nalia looked at her. “Well, ideally we'll find our own lovers someday. I don't think it's normal for sisters, usually. Maybe next time we can get Johann involved, too.”

Nessa's eyes widened. “You mean...you mean use a boy's part, too?” Her voice was so innocent and naive that Nalia couldn't help but laugh.

“Yes, Sis...use a boy's part. You definitely need to try that next. And I doubt Johann will turn you down, either. Boys never say no.”

Nessa blushed at the thought, her mind wandering.

As the two sisters lay there, both enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss of their incestuous coupling, there was a sudden flash of orange light and suddenly Serena was standing there. Her body was stiff and unmoving again, like a porcelain statue, gazing at them indifferently where they lay.

Nessa let out a scream and jumped, and Nalia leaped to all fours, ready for action. They stared at the mannequin of their mentor in a combat stance, their naked bodies still dripping fluids onto the bed.

“You did not dominate Nessa,” Serena said inside both of their heads, the frozen statue of herself staring blankly at them. “You only managed to scratch the surface of her, and that was only because she let you in. You need more practice, Nalia.”

Feeling defensive, Nalia opened her mouth to protest, but before she could say anything Serena continued. “However – you have still manipulated your own sister into having sexual relations with you. And you did this completely on your own, without any help. You also found a way to intensify the experience for yourself. You have shown yourself to be competent in other ways, and while you need to practice some areas, you have still passed this test. Well done.”

Nalia opened her mouth again, but before she even had a chance to respond Serena was gone. Just like that, now you see her and now you don't.

The two sisters looked at each other, finally relaxing from their defensive stances and sitting down on the side of the bed. They sat shoulder to shoulder, their thin, naked bodies pressed against each other, sharing each other's warmth. Nalia smiled at her older sister, and after a moment, Nessa smiled shyly back.

“Well. That was one of the most enjoyable lessons Serena has ever given me. Don't you agree?” Nalia said, cheerfully trying to add some levity to the awkward situation.

Nessa nodded, still smiling. “I do. Maybe...maybe we will have to try that one again sometime, just you and me. Practice makes perfect, after all.” She looked up at her little sister nervously.

Nalia grinned. “You know what, Sis...I think you're right.”

(TO BE CONTINUED)