Nick ran back to the altar as fast as his legs could carry him. Victoria was lying on top of the puppet made of clay mixed with ashes, cum and holy water, which was to be transformed into a body for the girl they were trying to bring to life.
Nick rolled Victoria over onto her back to make sure she was breathing. He had learned mouth-to-mouth resuscitation in junior high as part of a first-aid class, but he never expected to have to use it. But Victoria opened her eyes a moment before his lips met hers and pushed her tongue into his mouth with passion. It was several moments before Nick could bring himself to move away from his sister's lusty embrace, and by that time his cock had become quite sensitive and rock-hard again. Victoria gently massaged his slender hairless chest and dug her hand into his pants, her fingers ever-so-slightly rubbing against the head of his cock as if to tease him.
Beside him, the clay body, which now looked quite human, extremely hot and very busty, began twitch and moan. Her gasping took on an erotic edge as she noticed what Nick and Victoria were up.
"It's alive!" Victoria gasped, pulling her mouth away from her brother. Nick snickered despite himself. His cock was aching in his dress pants and his heart, still pounding in the aftermath of the bizarre ritual, was threatening to burst right out of his chest. Off the top of his head he couldn't decide which was more unpleasant.
Victoria pushed herself off the ground and walked back over to her creation, bending down to knead the joints. This of course was rather appealing to Nick, since Victoria had not yet put on any clothing and her bare ass was pointing straight at him while she worked.
The girl sat up stiffly and began to look around. Nick quickly noticed that her tits were humungous and silently congratulated himself on shaping them.
"Where am I?" the girl asked a little nervously. "The last thing I remember is..."
"You mean you don't remember being dead?" Victoria asked, her eyes narrowing.
"What, I was dead?!" the girl gasped. "Well, I guess that would explain the terrible headache! I just though it was a hangover to end all hangovers."
"Welcome to the 21st century," Nick said. "So what should we call her?" he asked, turning to Victoria. "I don't think it's a good idea for her to go by her old name."
"You know, I think we'll call you Mary," Victoria said, staring at the garnet rosary on the wrist of her creation. Nick thought that name was rather too virginal for any future sister of his, but he decided to keep his mouth shut. He had already found that keeping quiet was a good way of keeping on a girl's good side, which was a good place to be.
"I like that name," Mary said, with a beautiful seductive smile that took Nick's breath away.
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As a side effect of being resurrected, Mary wasn't wearing any clothing. In a noble moment, Nick pulled off his shirt and threw it over her head so she wouldn't have to walk outside completely undressed.
The moment her nipples disappeared under the silk of the shirt, however, Nick began to resent having to hide her lovely body from view, and under his breath he cursed the conventions that made wearing clothing at all necessary.
Fortunately, Mary was rather tall and, despite her formidable breasts, very slender, so Nick's shirt barely covered her pussy and ass. Nick had to hold Mary's arm as she stood up and slowly put one foot in front of the other. She stumbled slightly as she took her first steps. Nick pulled his eyes off her sizeable tits long enough to look up at her like an adoring father might. He noticed Victoria doing the same thing, and she smiled brightly when she noticed him.
Mary stuck her tongue out at them both playfully and skipped down the stairs like a child, only stumbling slightly on her brand new legs.
The three of them walked away from the church, hand in hand. The night air felt cold against Nick's skin and made him miss his shirt, and he cursed himself again for having given it to Mary. He felt even more naked than he actually was, and his nipples were hard, as though he had just finished swimming in very chilly water. The cold seemed to cut through him almost supernaturally and he stared up at the sky as though somehow expecting a bolt of lightning to strike him. He put his hands under his armpits in an futile attempt to warm himself, but stopped when he noticed Victoria giggling at him. He colored slightly in the moonlight, overtly conscious of himself.
He still couldn't help being oddly obsessed with the night sky hanging over him as though the heavens were judging him for the magick he had just performed, for the sin of Mary's resurrection. He felt terribly awkward, as though he had done something regrettable, burned some bridge and found himself alone on the other side. After a month of fantasizing about sleeping with his sister he had finally done it. It was Victoria, not Elisabeth that he had fucked, but that hardly mattered. It felt so much different than fucking his mother was, that had almost been a chore, something she ordered him to do because she was bored with just fucking his father. It was different with a sister. He was supposed to protect her from men who wanted to take advantage of her, not sleep with her himself. What sort of animal was he? He held his breath and tried not to think about it.
He glanced at Mary for moral reassurance and she turned and smiled at him, that same seductive smile she had given him before. Nick gulped nervously and tried to look away.
Mary would still only be ashes sitting on their mantelpiece at home if he hadn't done his part in the ritual. Nick would never have gotten to see that beautiful smile. Somehow, that had to make everything all right for him.
Victoria unlocked the bikes and offered to pedal Mary home, but their teenage "older sister" insisted on riding behind Nick instead. Nick blushed as she mounted the bike, carelessly exposing her pussy to view as she lifted her leg over the bike seat. He turned positively red when her rock-hard nipples pressed into his bare back. If he wasn't mistaken, she gave him a little slap on the ass for good measure.
"Easy now," Nick told himself as his cock shot back up to attention. He lifted his head to look at the church building, hoping the stone wall would do something to help ease his erection, the way it did that morning. But somehow, it just didn't seem to hold the same power over him. He shivered and bit his lip.
Nick kicked at the pedals and got the wheels moving. The three began slowly biking home. Partly to distract himself from Mary's breasts pressed against his back, Nick tried to engage his sisters in conversation, but he couldn't get more than a couple of words out of either of them. He noticed that Victoria's lips were constantly moving, as though she was speaking to someone invisible under her breath, and once she barely missed hitting a lamppost while making some kind of hand gesture. She colored slightly and giggled a little to cover up the near-accident, and then quickly restored her somber appearance.
A couple of blocks away from their house, Victoria dismounted from her bike, laid down on the grass next to the road and started masturbating. Nick was horrified that one of the neighbors would step out of their house and notice. He'd be grounded for life for his inability to guard Victoria's honor!
Unfortunately, his cock had sprang back up to erection at the sight of Victoria's fingers stroking her clit, and he couldn't keep himself from moaning softly as he watched. Mary came up and held him from behind, her oversized breasts pressing into his back the way they had on the bicycle, her hot crotch rubbing roughly against his leg as though she was using it to pleasure herself.
Victoria began to rock and moan on the grass, and Mary's hand reached around and grabbed Nick's package though his dress pants. That was way too much for Nick. He squirted his load into his underwear.
Victoria got up and mounted her bike without another word.
"What movie did you three go to see?" their mother, Susan, asked as they stepped across the threshold, having parked their bikes in the garage.
"Oh, Frankenstein," Victoria said without pausing. "It was showing cheap at the little theater downtown, and you know what a sucker I am for old horror movies.
