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This story, while full of incest, also contains a lot of magic, so if that is not to your taste, you might not want to read it. It is my second entry to the Halloween Contest of 2017. Please vote, especially if you enjoyed the story! Comments are very welcome, too. And I do hope you enjoy the story.
Here is a summary of the previous story, "Magic Leads to Out of Body Incest." Annabel and her brother Mark each notice the middle finger of their right hand gets weird on their 18th birthdays. They only gradually realize that whenever their finger touches the bare skin of someone of the opposite sex, both that person and themselves are enchanted, and "forced" to have spectacular sex repeatedly with each other. This leads to horrible consequences for Annabel, who endures a gangbang the first weekend of college, and becomes known as the premiere college slut before she figures out what is happening and covers her finger. For Mark, it is less dramatic, and he ends up finding a girl, Melissa, whom he loves.
Their father, Donovan, also has a similar talent with his finger, and this leads to family incest, some welcome, some not.
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The Dad
Donovan Smith sat at his desk, compulsively tapping his pencil on the table. He idly thought about his pencil being yellow. Only the European pencils were not yellow, it seemed to him. European pencils typically were black, or blue. His secretary, Brianna, came into his office just then, interrupting his reverie. He had asked her to work late to finish the reports; he needed them tomorrow morning.
Brianna was not yellow, nor was she blue, nor was she European. She was a strikingly sexy and pretty Black American.
Donovan knew a lot about Brianna. She reminded him of his daughter Annabel, even if she was 24 and Annabel was only 19. Brianna had the exact same body as Annabel: the same swell of her breasts, the same bubble butt, the same amazingly shapely long legs. Even better, she wore short, tight skirts, and he loved looking at her ass, as the tightness of the skirt revealed each cheek and gave hints of the crack. Brianna, like Annabel, had a quite pretty face.
The major difference between Brianna and Annabel was that Annabel's skin was snow white, and Brianna's skin was dark brown, the color of chocolate with 72% cocoa. Donovan often fantasized about taking each of them, albeit not at the same time!
Part of Donovan's job was to verify the good behavior of the employees he supervised. This meant he had to survey Brianna's email, texts, and anything she sent from the company. Brianna foolishly used her company smart phone as if it were her personal phone. Donovan had to survey it anyway, her privacy be damned. She should have bought her own, personal phone if she had wanted privacy. The company was paranoid in regards to its secrets.
Donovan knew, just from her phone, that Brianna had been juggling two lovers. He also knew each had discovered the existence of the other, and they had surprised Brianna, and somehow each had sex with her, one after the other, for several hours. He was unsure whether Brianna's role was willing or forced. The idea that she may have been forced by two large men was fuel for his most erotic fantasies. Then they dumped her, telling her to go to Hell. This was two days ago: two days before Halloween.
Brianna had had a long series of text conversations about that sexual extravaganza/particular horror, with her best girlfriend. He knew she was upset, and vulnerable. But there was no sign of that in her demeanor as she entered his office. She was the personification of the professional woman. Her heels clicked sharply on the marble floor.
"Here are the reports, Mr. Smith. Will there be anything else?" Brianna said, quite professionally, with her customary bright smile.
"You looked stressed, my dear," Donovan replied. "Would you like me to message your neck for a few minutes? Then you could go home." Donovan often offered to message Brianna's neck, and about half the time she accepted. He was really good at it, and it relaxed her super tight neck muscles. Sitting at a computer for 8 hours a day takes a toll.
Last time, however, he ended up fondling her breasts, too, over her clothes. Startled, shocked, and outraged, she nevertheless passively let him, since she needed time to figure out a response. Today she was wearing a super thin, cashmere sweater, and he would be able to thoroughly message her breasts, perhaps even tweak her nipples right through her clothes. Maybe he would try to undress her, too? She would be grossed out if he did any of that, and she would have to report it. She did not want that. Mr. Smith's neck messages were history, as far as Brianna was concerned.
"That's very kind of you, Mr. Smith, but I need to get right home today. Good night, and have a good evening," purred Brianna's professional voice, as she turned and began to walk out of the office, her heels clicking sharply on the hard floor.
Donovan thought about using his finger. Like his two children, the middle finger of his right hand had a special magical power: If he touched Brianna's skin with it, she would fall into a spell, and relentlessly go after him sexually. Probably she would strip off her clothes herself, in her sexual frenzy, revealing her gorgeous, sexy body that he had so often seen in his fantasies. Except for her skin color, he could even easily pretend she were his daughter. He was sorely tempted, he truly was. This was the moment to do it, if he were ever to do it.
Of course, if he did do it, there is no question they would have sex, and have it most likely for hours, as Brianna would not be able to get enough of him. That's part of the spell. He knew this. But then he would have to fire Brianna, and he might get fired, too. His fantasy life of plundering the body of his daughter, using Brianna as a body double, would forever be over, in exchange for around 5 to 10 hours of magnificent sexual pleasure.
He could handle that. He rose from his chair and began to walk towards Brianna, even as she was leaving. But suddenly his rational mind prevailed. What he could not handle is losing his job. He picked up a book as an excuse for his behavior, and he returned to his desk. The crisis over, he let his shoulders sag. He would simply enchant his wife that night, as he routinely did, and plunder her magnificent body, over and over again, while she screamed out her orgasms. He had a good life.
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Mark
After his over the top wild time with his sister Annabel, Donovan's son Mark Smith returned to his college. He was swamped with work. He had taken off two weekends in a row: One to go home and to ask his Mom what was going on concerning his finger, and the second to check on Annabel and to finally fulfill his dream of making love with her. Consequently, all the schoolwork he had saved up for the weekends, he now had to do. Mark had to work all the time, day and night, for two weeks to catch up.
Now caught up, Mark relaxed in his only armchair. He was surfing for some good porn on the Internet, when his phone rang. He did not recognize the number, and he figured it was someone selling something, so he answered a bit gruffly. "Hello," he grunted.
