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The Coven Chronicles #2 - The Witch's Cousins

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[Incest, Brother/Sister, Kissing Cousins, Urban Fantasy, Witches, Hardcore Sex, Taboo]

Against the odds, Claire has brought her son and daughter into the coven. However, the malevolent force of the Dark One is still stalking them, consumed with hatred.

Claire knows that their time of peace is only a respite, for the evil which was averted once will take shape and grow again.

Against this backdrop, John Chamberlain races to seal the ritual with the remaining members of the coven. But Agatha and Hilda Chamberlain each have their own needs and desires, and John must learn how to properly please each of his two beautiful cousins. In the background, Susanna fights against her own jealousy and tries to reach a balance, her desires warring against her need to have John for her own.

Lastly, two new characters enter our story. What roles will Steven Johnson and Calvin Grant play? And how will the they all come together to tell the story of The Witch’s Cousins?

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      “Tell me what you love about me, John. And I will know if you lie.”
      John laid on his side by Agatha, his head only a foot away, facing her across a pillow. He took a breath to make a quick, glib answer, held it, and exhaled, thinking better.
      Gently, he thought.
      “Your eyes,” he said.
      “My eyes?”
      John nodded. “They are a deep, deep blue. Like an ocean at twilight. But when you are happy, or excited about something, or are talking about a topic you are passionate about, they light up. It makes your entire face come alive.” He cupped her cheek, stroking her eyebrow with his thumb. He kissed her lips softly.
      “Your face is beautiful, too. When you smile, everyone wants to be near someone who is so happy. It's like you have some sort of magnetic force that draws people to you. And Goddess, Aggie, you are so damn smart. I'm not a dummy. No one in the family is. But the crap you know about physics and engineering and computers and advanced math makes me feel I am using an etch-a-sketch compared to you.”
      He knelt on the coverlet, looking down at her from above. His erection raged, desiring release with a new mate.
      Shut up, he told it. Some things are more important than fucking.
      With soft pressure on her shoulder, he turned her until she lay face-down on the bed. He moved down the bed until he could lift her feet and gently caress the soles. Her toes twitched as he massaged the sensitive instep.
      He moved his hands up, gently stroking from her calves to the backs of her thighs, “Strong legs. No cottage-cheese thighs here. And goodness, Agatha, you are tan all over. How does an Iowa girl stay fit and tan through these cold Midwest winters?”
      “Two hours a week on the exercise bike, a step class on Sunday at Hilda's gym, and a tanning bed at the same place. She won't let me skip a day,” said Agatha, stretching languorously beneath the gentle pressure of his hands. “Where the hell did you learn massage?”
      “I didn't,” John said. His hands were now gently kneading the flesh of her ass. He ignored her soft moan, and the rocking motion that meant she was pushing her pubis into the bed. “I'm just doing what feels right. Strong rear end, here. And nice wide hips. I was happy that you didn't have one of those bony butts when you sat on my leg at the kitchen table. You know, the kind that can drill a hole right through your leg if someone sits on you?”
      Pulling on one hip, he urged her to turn over so that she was looking up at him as he straddled her, his weight on her thighs.
      “And have I mentioned your breasts?”
      “What about my breasts?”
      “Only that they are ridiculous. Stupendous. Amazing. I won't make any claims to be an expert. Yours are only the fourth pair I have ever seen, and I didn't get much a look at Sandy's. But you must be using some sort of advanced engineering. They shouldn't stick out so much without sagging just a little,” he smiled conspirationally. “You're using a charm, aren't you?”
      Agatha shrugged, which did amazing things to her chest, “Just a small one. Mom taught it to Hilda and me a few years ago, when it became obvious we were going to end up much bigger on top than her or your mother. I'm pretty sure Mom and Aunt Claire use it, too. We'll let Susie and Ellie know about it eventually. They don't need it yet.”
      He cupped one of the breasts in his palm, he swallowed thickly, trying to curb his lust, “Which brings us to your nipples. I love their dark color against your tan skin. I love the way they rose when you saw me. The fact that I know I can arouse my partner...”
      My mate.
      “...and that she wants to share her body with me makes me so happy I can't stand it. I know that the power is driving us together, Aggie. If you had club feet and a lazy eye, and if I looked like the Elephant Man, it would still make us mate. Hell, we would probably enjoy it. But the fact that you find me attractive makes me want to scream from the rooftops.
      “Which brings me to the last thing I find beautiful about you.”
      “What's that?” Agatha asked. John's litany of her virtues had her nearly weeping. She took a tissue off the nightstand and wiped her nose. Thinking quickly, she also grabbed a clean washcloth and bottle of water that someone (Susanna?) had left there. Working a quick charm, she warmed the water and used it and the washcloth to clean John's crotch.
      Susanna had him last. I know he loves her, too, but I am not going to screw him when he is still covered with her juice.
      “You, Agatha. You are beautiful. All of you. Your mind, your body, and especially your personality. You are kind and decent and caring and you love your family.” John leaned down until his face was only inches from hers. “You are beautiful, Agatha Maureen Chamberlain, and there is nothing about you that I do not love. Will you be my mate?”


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