Message-ID: <32398asstr$999637803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: TrekkerJT@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <31.1a234125.28c6736e@aol.com> X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2001 14:11:58 EDT Subject: {ASSM} {NEW} Charmed: Night and Day (FF, inc) [1/2] Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2001 17:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, dennyw, gill-bates The usual disclaimers are in effect. These characters aren't mine, don't read if you're under 18 or squicked by things like incest or two women fucking, yadda yadda yadda, hey nonny nonny, and Bob's your uncle. Charmed "Night & Day" by JT Langdon And this torment won't be through Until you let me spend my life making love to you Day and night, night and day Night and Day, Cole Porter Prue stared down at the naked woman sleeping next to her and felt a twinge of longing deep in her belly. She marveled at her slender, athletic figure, the feline arch of her back, the curve of her breast, the voluptuous rounds of her buttocks. Goddess! Such a beautiful creature! And right there in her bed, too! Naked! Images from the night before flashed through her mind and Prue sighed, memories of the burning passion the two of them shared making her lips quiver. How long had the two of them been at it? She had no idea. When the two of them made love time lost all meaning. There were just two naked bodies clashing in the darkness, never-ending kisses and impatient caresses, coaxing gasps and sighs and deep moans of pleasure from one other until exhaustion claimed them both. It amazed Prue no end that two souls could be so desperate for each other, could hunger for each other so, and she couldn't have been more in love with the woman next to her even if she had another lifetime to fall for her all over again. So what if the woman next to her was her sister Phoebe? The social taboo of their relationship was not lost on her, but Prue refused to believe her feelings for Phoebe were improper. She loved her sister, of course. But she was also in love with her. There was no doubt of that in her mind. The intense emotional connection the two of them had forged defied explanation. How could she be judged for something most people couldn't even understand? But then Prue didn't need to understand it, either. She just felt it. There was a rightness to what she and her sisters shared, and Prue would not pretend otherwise for the sake of convention. Prue reached down and twirled her fingers in Phoebe's hair. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined taking her sister for a lover, not so much because of the incestuous nature of the relationship but because the two of them had spent most of their lives fighting like cats and dogs. Just being civil with each other had been a chore. Prue was not proud of that. She always wanted to be more than Phoebe's sister in name; she wanted them to be friends. But their personalities blended like oil and water. Even a mundane disagreement could end up in a screaming match. It was never pleasant. It wasn't until after Grams died that things started to change. That was when Phoebe stumbled onto The Book of Shadows and discovered their birthright as the Charmed Ones, the three most powerful witches in the world. Each of them had their own special gifts, but combined the Charmed Ones had unspeakable powers . . . powers that were meant to be used for protecting the innocents of the world from evil. In the months that followed the revelations of their Wiccan nature, Prue had learned the true depths of evil. It was frightening at times. She and her sisters came to need each other more than ever before, had relied on each other not just for support . . . but for their lives. And just like soldiers bonding in a time of war, the Halliwell sisters had come together in their battle against evil. Prue got to know Piper and Phoebe all over again, and in the process developed a new respect for them both . . . especially for Phoebe. Her little sister was not the directionless, undependable flake with her head in the clouds Prue had taken her for. She had placed her life in Phoebe's hands too often to believe that. Phoebe was a romantic, a dreamer, someone who embraced their powers as witches and saw being the Charmed Ones as the calling it was. In the process Prue had come to like and even admire her little sister. Though it had taken some time, she and Phoebe had finally become friends. Making the leap from friend to lover seemed a reasonable step after that. Just as being a witch felt completely natural, so too did having a romantic relationship with her sisters. She needed them. Phoebe and Piper made her a complete person. The strength of the Charmed Ones came from the power of three, but her strength came from her sisters. Now that a line had been crossed, Prue couldn't go back to the way things were before. The intense emotional and spiritual connection the three of them shared needed to be expressed, and the Halliwell sisters found that expression in their frenzied lovemaking. Prue smiled as Phoebe twitched in her sleep. Blessed be! The woman was adorable! Not to mention irresistible. She had a hard time keeping her hands off of her little sister, though Phoebe didn't seem to mind in the least. That was a good thing, too. Leaning closer, Prue gently pressed her lips to the nape of Phoebe's neck and delighted in the little murmur of approval that she dragged from her still-slumbering sister. She put her arm around Phoebe and cupped a breast, loving the feel of the supple flesh in her grasp. Even after a night of passion her desire for Phoebe had not been sated. Prue lovingly kneaded Phoebe's breast with the butt of her palm while she kissed her neck, being gentle, not wanting to wake Phoebe just yet. So far, so good! She seized a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it to erection. Phoebe moaned sleepily. Smiling into the kiss she planted at the base of Phoebe's neck, Prue slid her hand down Phoebe's flat tummy until she reached the tuft of fur that covered her mound. She foraged around the soft bush of hair, easily finding Phoebe's warm, wet slit with the tips of her fingers. Even in sleep her sister was dripping with honey! Prue ran the tip of her finger up and down Phoebe's cleft, a feather's touch, teasing another moan from her sleeping little sister. But she wouldn't be sleeping for long! Prue gently probed Phoebe's slick netherlips, seeking the small button of flesh that was her clit. The hard little nub strained from its protective hood, begging for her touch. And Prue obliged. She traced lazy circles around Phoebe's clit with her fingertip, taking it slow at first, rousing Phoebe from her sleep one stroke at a time. Phoebe moaned even louder, fidgeting on the bed, trapped in that magical place between wake and dream where the line between real and fantasy was blurred. But Prue could show her sister the truth! She stroked Phoebe's clit, harder, faster, rubbing the swollen nub at a frantic pace, dragging Phoebe kicking and screaming into consciousness with her finger. Phoebe jerked back against her, groaning as she came. Prue eased up a little but continued stroking Phoebe's pussy until she stopped shaking. Phoebe rolled over to face her and Prue took Phoebe in her arms, two naked bodies pressing together as their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. Hunger consumed them like wildfire, mouths opening wider and wider, theirs tongues darting over each other, and when at last the two sisters broke apart both of them were panting hard. "Good morning," Prue said, grinning. "Mmmm," Phoebe purred. "You can wake me like that all the time." "I just might." Prue cupped the back of Phoebe's head and pulled that lush mouth to hers, losing herself for the longest time in the softness of those lips before setting her sights just a little bit lower. She kissed a zigzagging path across Phoebe's smooth skin and nuzzled her face in her sister's bosom, flicking her tongue over each hardened nipple before taking one into her mouth and sucking it. Phoebe moaned and arched off the bed to push even more of that supple flesh into her mouth. The offer was too good to refuse. Prue ravished Phoebe's breasts, moving from one to the other, making sure neither were denied the attention such lovely things deserved. Each kiss . . . each nibble . . . each flick of her tongue brought another muted sound of delight from Phoebe. And Prue loved it. She loved giving her sister pleasure. Nothing else mattered to her. Prue closed her lips around one of Phoebe's nipples, tugging it and letting it snap back into place. Phoebe cried out, raking demanding fingers through her hair. "Prue," Phoebe muttered. "Oh . . . Prue." The need and desperation in Phoebe's voice made Prue whimper. She moved down Phoebe's midriff with light, fleeting kisses until she was hovering over her mound. Phoebe spread for her without urging and Prue sucked in a sharp breath as she took in the sight of her sister's hot, wet cunt. So beautiful! Perfection! The sweet fragrance of Phoebe's arousal wafted up to her and Prue inhaled it, making her mouth water. How she needed a taste! Prue lowered her head between Phoebe's legs and dove in, hungrily lapping at her sister's pussy. She ignored the bucking hips and thrashing limbs, the gasps and sighs, the curses and the cries, her attention never wandering from the warm, wet depths of that brimming cunt. It was an oasis that Prue did not want to leave. She burrowed her tongue in deep, seeking those places that made Phoebe wild and finding them with the ease of a lover who had been to that wellspring often. Her efforts had Phoebe teetering on the brink of climax . . . and whining about it. "Oh! Oh! Prue!" Phoebe cried. "I'm gonna come!" Prue wanted so much for that to happen! She spread Phoebe's cuntlips with her fingers, exposing her sister's clitoris. The small little button of flesh throbbed when she took it between her lips, pulsing with excitement as Prue sucked her sister off. She could feel Phoebe's cunt clenching in pre-orgasmic spasms, nearing the finish line, getting closer . . . closer . . . and then like a bolt of lighting out of a threatening sky Phoebe groaned and heaved forward, pounding clenched fists on the bed as she came. As soon as Phoebe began to settle down a little, Prue crawled into her waiting arms. Phoebe welcomed her with a long, passionate kiss that tied her insides into knots. Goddess! Both her sisters were sensational kissers but Phoebe's kisses burned with a hunger that sent her reeling. Prue moaned into the kiss, rolling onto her back and pulling Phoebe on top of her. She slid he hands down Phoebe's back and grabbed that adorable rear end of hers, squeezing hard. Now it was Phoebe that moaned, slamming into her, flesh meeting flesh in a torrent of pleasure. Prue dug her nails into Phoebe's rump, pulling her sister tight against her. "Yes . . . Phoebe . . . yes," Prue whispered. "Take me . . . please!" Phoebe answered her with a barrage of kisses that ended at her breast, where Phoebe latched onto a nipple and sucked it. Prue groaned. Her sister had a voracious appetite when it came to her tits and would spend long stretches of time kissing and licking them, leaving her nipples aching from the attention. This time was no exception. Phoebe moved from breast to breast, wildly flicking her nipples with that serpent-esque tongue of hers. Prue writhed on the bed in a haze of sheer bliss, running her fingers through Phoebe's hair as her little sister drove her mad with pleasure. She could feel the dampness pooling between her legs, a reservoir of pent-up desire for her sister . . . her lover . . . Phoebe. But Phoebe was still preoccupied with her breasts, fondling them, sucking them, gorging herself. Prue couldn't take it anymore! "Phoebe! Damn it! I need you inside me!" Hearing Phoebe laugh through a mouthful of tit incensed Prue no end! How dare Phoebe tease her like that! But the touch of soft lips against her belly was all it took for Prue to forgive her wicked little sister. She drew her knees up to her chest, inviting Phoebe in, and her sister accepted, eating her pussy like a fiend. The same diligence Phoebe exercised on her breasts was now focused entirely on her sopping wet cunt and Prue sobbed in relief, clutching fistfuls of bedcover as Phoebe went down on her. Blessed be! Her sister was incredible! That skilled tongue slithered over then between her pussylips, making her squirm on the bed. Her climax was a sharp pain in the pit of her gut rising to the surface, but just as it neared release Phoebe eased up. Damn her! Prue began to protest but then two fingers replaced Phoebe's agile tongue and her words were lost in a moan of approval. She slammed her head back against the pillow, growling like a dog with a bone in its mouth as Phoebe fucked her, thrusting in deep, pumping three fingers now into her slick hole . . . then four fingers! Prue groaned. She had no doubt where this was headed and willed Phoebe to take that final step . . . her pitiful whimpers begging Phoebe to take that last step . . . and then in one single push, Prue had Phoebe's entire hand inside her. Intense, blinding pleasure ripped through her loins as Phoebe's hand disappeared inside her cunt. She came. In a sudden burst of pleasure she came. But Phoebe wasn't done with her. Taking it slow, Phoebe fucked her with her entire hand, rocking back and forth, being gentle at first but gaining momentum with each thrust. Prue wailed like a banshee. Impaled on her sister's hand, her senses overloaded, she lost control . . . erupting in climax over and over again until she was just a mass of sweat-drenched flesh sprawled across the bed, legs spread open, a fist up her pussy, twitching like a fish out of water while one orgasm after another shuddered through her. Then Phoebe pulled out of her in one, swift movement and Prue came again . . . giving what little she had left before sinking into the bed with a sigh. Holding Phoebe in her arms afterward, Prue smooched and groped her little sister. She loved the feel of Phoebe's naked flesh against hers and for now wanted nothing more from life than to be there in bed holding onto Phoebe. "First thing in the morning," Prue mused, "and I am ready for a nap." Phoebe smiled and returned her kisses. "Well, you are older than me. You get tired easier." "Bitch," Prue spat. "But you love me." "Yeah," Prue said, brushing her fingertips over Phoebe's cheek. "I love you." "I love you, too," Phoebe said right before their lips met in lingering kiss. Prue sighed. "I want to spend the whole day making love with you." "That would be nice," Phoebe said. "But we probably should get up, you know." "Now? It's still dark out!" "Prue, honey, it's 8:30 in the morning." Prue glanced at the clock. It really was 8:30 in the morning. So why was it still dark outside? She got out of bed and padded over to the window, pulling back the curtains to have a peek outside. It was dark. But not an overcast kind of dark, or a dense fog kind of dark. The sky was black as pitch and the stars were out. It was nighttime. "Um, Phoebe? Could you call and check the time?" "What's wrong?" Phoebe sounded worried. "I'm not sure," Prue said. She gazed out at the darkness as she listened to Phoebe on the phone behind her, a tickle of apprehension nipping at the base of her spine. Something was wrong. She and Phoebe could get carried away, becoming so wrapped up in each other that they lost track of time. But they couldn't possibly have slept through the day! Piper would have checked on them by now! Prue heard the phone click back in place and turned around. She didn't like the concerned expression on Phoebe's face. "Well?" "The clock is right," Phoebe said. "Turn on the TV." Prue nodded. She switched on the television and watched a serious-looking woman sitting at a news desk appear on the screen. The woman rattled off a series of grim reports concerning not just San Francisco but the entire country, reports of looting and riots. Prue sat on the edge of the bed, holding Phoebe's in hers while the two of them listened to stories of widespread chaos. Then the news anchor recapped events so far, leading off with talk of an unexplained, unexpected solar eclipse. Prue turned it off. "That is no eclipse," Prue said, pointing to the window. Phoebe nodded. She got out of bed and slipped into her jeans. "You go wake Piper. I'll get The Book of Shadows and meet you in the living room." Once Phoebe was dressed and gone, Prue gathered her own clothes off the floor. She had a bad feeling about this. Most of the time demons and warlocks preferred not to draw attention to themselves, operating in secret to keep the mortal realm clueless. But there was nothing secretive about what was going on outside her window, and that had her worried. What kind of demon would do something so blatant? She wiggled into a pair black denim jeans then picked up the phone. A familiar voice answered after a couple of rings. "Detective Morris." "Hi, Darryl. It's Prue." "I figured you'd be calling me," Darryl said. He had a soft, warm voice but this morning it was laced with something Prue recognized in a heartbeat: fear. "What's happening down there?" Darryl sighed. "It's a nuthouse. People think the world is coming to an end. Do you know what's going on?" "We're working on it," Prue said. He was one of the few people who knew their secret, and she trusted him, but sometimes Prue thought he would be better off not knowing some things . . . just for his own peace of mind. "Better work fast," Darryl said. "I have to go." "Be careful," Prue said. "Yeah, you too." The phone clicked silent. Prue bit her lower lip in concern. Something had to be done about this, fast, or the country was going to fall apart on them. She finished getting dressed and headed down the hall to the bedroom Piper and Leo occupied, rapping lightly on the door. "Piper?" There was no answer. Prue pounded on the door this time. "Piper!" "Just a minute!" Piper yelled from inside. Prue tapped her foot with nervous impatience, counting off the secondd before Piper opened the door. Her sister had thrown on a robe though it didn't hide much of her nakedness. She was breathing hard and her face was flushed a delicate shade of pink. "Ooops," Prue said, grinning. "Yeah, ooops," Piper said. "Tell Leo I'm sorry," Prue said. "But we have a situation." Piper sighed. "We always have a situation. Couldn't it have waited another five minutes? We were that close!" She illustrated the point with her thumb and finger. It was close. "You can finish later. This is serious." Prue gave her a brief rundown of what she and Phoebe heard on the news, as well as her brief conversation with Darryl. "I'll be right down," Piper said. "Are you talking to me or Leo?" Prue asked. "Go away now, Prudence," Piper said. Prue smiled at that. She headed down to the living room where Phoebe waited on the sofa with The Book of Shadows. Even under the dire circumstances she couldn't stop from noticing how gorgeous her sister was, just as she couldn't stop wanting her. "Where's Piper?" Phoebe asked. "She's, er, coming," Prue said. "Something wrong?" "Yeah," Prue said, "Leo-us interruptus." Phoebe giggled. "Ooops." "Mmhmm," Prue murmured. She plopped down next to Phoebe, absently resting a hand on her thigh. The simple gesture of affection was enough to make Phoebe sigh. And that was how Piper found them when she came down the stairs, looking incredible in a knit top and Dockers. She had a crooked smile on her face. "Where's Leo?" Prue asked. "He orbed up there," Piper said, jerking a thumb at the ceiling, "to see what he could find out." Phoebe said, "He's very understanding." "He damn well better be," Piper said, licking her lips like a cat who just swallowed a bird. "He got his." "Slut," Prue muttered. "You should talk," Piper said. "We could hear you two down the hall." "Blame her," Prue said, nodding at Phoebe. Phoebe blushed then said, "Um, could we please talk about the perpetual night outside?" "Yeah," Piper said. "What does the book have to say?" "Let's find out," Prue said. She put The Book of Shadows on the coffee table and opened it. The leather-bound tome was more than just a static book of spells or a dictionary of evil. Over time Prue learned The Book of Shadows had a life-force, a mind of its own, and she could tap into that when the need arose. Like now. She placed her hands over the book and slipped into a trance of deep concentration, focusing on the problem facing them. Pages of the book began to flip on their own, stopping on a page with a drawing of a gruesome-looking demon. "Well?" Phoebe asked. Prue quoted the text written under the picture. "Clisthert, an ancient demon who can turn day into night or night into day." "I think we have a winner," Piper said. Phoebe nodded. "Sure sounds like it." "What the hell kind of power is that?" Piper wondered out loud. "I mean, what can he gain from turning day into night?" "Panic," Prue said. "And fear. Something other demons thrive on." "So he might not be working alone," Phoebe said. Piper groaned. "Oh, swell. A demon jamboree." "Let's not jump to conclusions," Prue said. "What else do we know of that thrives at night?" Piper asked. "Well," Prue said, "there are werewolves." "Or vampires," Phoebe added in a whisper. "Terrific," Piper said. "We can call Buffy for help. Let her deal with them." "I hope she can get here in the next five seconds," Phoebe said. Prue frowned. "Why?" "Because we have company," Phoebe said. Prue jumped to her feet as something large and mean-looking came crashing through the window. He was about six feet tall, with dark hair, dressed in a leather jacket over a T-shirt and jeans. And he had fangs. <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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