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Subject: {ASSM} [STORY] Charmed: Perspectives (FFF, inc) [2/3]
Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2001 22:10:03 -0400
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Act Two

Prue sped down the sloping backstreets of San Francisco with the
radio cranked up and the windows rolled down, her long, dark hair
fluttering wildly in the breeze. She couldn't remember the last she
felt this good! The weather in the Bay area was absolutely perfect .
. . sunny, warm, the sky the purest blue she had ever seen. It was
the ideal day to be out and about, not cooped up in the house or
some stuffy office.
       
Living in San Francisco all her life made it easy to take it for
granted. But Prue was seeing her hometown now as if for the very
first time, and she fell in love with her fair city all over again. It was
so beautiful! The streets, the architecture . . . even the people!
There was just something about the people in San Francisco that
made her feel at ease. Like she belonged there. And there were two
people in particular Prue loved most of all. Just thinking about her
sisters brought an instant though wistful smile to her face.
       
The life of the Charmed Ones could get a little hectic, but the last
few months had been the worst yet since the three Halliwells sisters
had been given their powers. In addition to the supernatural
elements that peppered their lives on a regular basis there had been
Piper's wedding to deal with. What a nightmare! It wasn't enough
that the mystic powers-that-be had opposed the marriage for the
longest time, but then even when Piper and Leo had their blessing
things seemed to keep going wrong!
       
Prue felt a twinge of guilt about that. Some of the problems had
been her fault. She had not been honest with Piper . . . or herself,
repressing her deepest, darkest feelings. For a witch with the power
to astral project, keeping those kind of feelings bottled up was
definitely not a good idea! Her subconscious had taken on a life of
its own for a while there, and the resulting trouble had ruined
Piper's first attempt at getting married.
      
But after several fits and starts, Piper and Leo had their wedding at
last. It was far from normal, though, what with their dead
grandmother performing the ceremony. Still, it was a wedding,
however unconventional, and Piper deserved it after the hell she
had been through. In fact, all three of them were destined to lead
less than typical lives. If any one of them could find someone who
brought even a moment of sanity to their crazy existence, it was
worth it. And Leo did that for Piper. Prue was sure of that. She
could see it in her sister's eyes.
       
Prue made a left at the next set of lights and headed toward
Chinatown. Even though she couldn't have been happier for Piper,
she attributed much of her good mood to the progress she had
made in mending her relationship with Phoebe. The two of them
had been acting more like sparring partners than sisters after the
incident with Cole, and it had taken its toll on both of them. She
had gotten angrier and out of sorts with each new day, while
Phoebe had become listless and discombobulated. Neither of them
could go on like that for long. Sisters fought all the time, so that
was nothing new. And with all the pressure of being the Charmed
Ones, tempers were bound to flare. But their spat had escalated into
a lover's quarrel, and that made it much more damning. Prue
couldn't help feeling personally betrayed. Other lovers would come
and go from their lives, but the three of them had a special bond
that would last for all time. But Phoebe had put the needs of her
lover first, and at the expense of their relationship! And then lied
about it for the longest time! The sting of that decision had sent
Prue reeling. How could Phoebe do that to her and Piper? The
unanswered question had created a rift between her and Phoebe
that had taken a lot of time to bridge.
       
In time, however, the wounds healed. Prue discovered she couldn't
go on without Phoebe and the special relationship the Halliwell
sisters had forged. She could no more live without Piper and
Phoebe than she could without food and water. Her sisters turned
lovers were vital to her survival, and without the intimate
connection the three of them shared Prue was a hollow shell of a
person, miserable, lost, and useless to the innocents she was obliged
to protect. She never wanted to feel that desolate again. And Prue
knew she wouldn't. She and her sisters wouldn't let it happen.
       
Prue pulled into the parking lot next to P3. She knew Piper would
be working her little fanny off and sure enough, when Prue headed
inside Piper was standing behind the bar taking inventory. And
looking cute, as usual. Piper saw her coming and circled around the
bar to meet her. Even though Piper wore a simple long-sleeved knit
shirt and black cotton pants, an outfit Prue had seen countless times
before, it still took Prue's breath away. 
       
"Well this is a pleasant surprise," Piper said.
      
Prue said, "I was in the neighborhood."
       
"Mmhmm."
       
"Can you take a break?"
       
"Sure," Piper said. 
       
The two of them shared a soft, tender kiss then Prue took Piper's
hand in hers and led her sister to the small alcove in the back where
the Halliwell sisters often held court. She sat down on the sofa and
pulled Piper with her.
       
"My feet are killing me," Prue said, kicking off her boots. 
       
"Did you have fun shopping?"
       
"It is possible to not have fun when shopping?"
       
Piper smiled at that and Prue felt her heart jump. Her sister was so
beautiful! Goddess! How did she get so lucky? She had two
absolutely gorgeous sisters. And Prue couldn't have been more in
love with them both.
       
"Did you buy anything?" Piper asked. 
       
"Too many things, probably," Prue said. "Including a little surprise
for Phoebe."
       
That made Piper smile again. "I'm glad you two are getting along."
       
"So am I," Prue said, meaning it. She looked over at Piper. "Listen,
are you hungry? I thought we could have lunch."
       
Piper sighed. "Oh, I wish I could. But I have a ton of work to do,
and I just got started."
       
"I thought you were going to come in early," Prue said.
       
"Yeah, I was," Piper told her. "But I got a little, uh, sidetracked this
morning."
       
Prue smiled in understanding. "I see. You and Leo were . . .?"
       
"Actually, no," Piper interrupted. "The Elders summoned him
before I even got up."
       
"Hmmm," Prue said, poking her sister in the belly. "That left you
and Phoebe all alone in the house, didn't it?"
      
Piper blushed. "Yeah."
       
"You little slut," Prue said, laughing.
       
"Me?" Piper made a face. "I need a crowbar to get you two apart!"
       
Prue smiled. That was true enough. Once she and Phoebe got going
there was practically no stopping them. Insatiable didn't do their
lust justice. But that was true of her feelings for Piper, too. She
leaned closer to her sister, until their lips were almost touching,
then began stroking Piper's inner thigh. "So did Phoebe completely
wear you out this morning?"
       
"I think I've recovered," Piper whispered.
       
Prue was glad to hear that. Because she wanted Piper . . . now. She
closed what little distance remained between them and their lips met
in a searing, passionate kiss. The softness of that lush mouth was
more then enough to excite Prue no end, but thinking about where
Piper's mouth had been that morning made her wild with need.
Then Piper's tongue slid over hers and she couldn't think about
much of anything at all except how desperately she wanted her
sister. Prue slipped her hand under Piper's blouse and cupped a
breast, stroking a nipple through the sheer fabric of a lace bra. Piper
whimpered into the kiss, raking demanding fingers through her hair
. . . fingers that begged her for more. 
       
How could Prue refuse? She helped Piper out of her blouse, licking
her lips at the sight of Piper in black lace. Her sister had to be the
sexiest creature alive! Prue ran her finger down Piper's cleavage,
loving how Piper shuddered from her touch. But she wanted to do
more than just touch those luscious breasts! She reached around
and unhooked Piper's bra, pulling it off and tossing it aside with a
flourish that made her sister giggle. But Piper didn't giggle when
Prue bent down and took a nipple between her lips. She gasped
instead, breathing harder and faster as Prue took each breast in
turn, feasting on one then the other, sucking them, flicking the
nipples with her tongue.
       
"Oh . . . oh Prue," Piper muttered.
       
The urgent tone in Piper's voice warmed Prue all over, especially
between her legs! It excited her to know she was giving her sister
pleasure, an excitement that deepened further still when she felt
Piper's nipple stiffening between her lips. Prue circled the hardened
nub with her tongue, teasing pitiful moans and ragged gasps from
her sister. She just loved sucking on Piper's tits! The soft, warm
flesh felt so good in her mouth she never wanted to stop . . . and
she doubted Piper would ever ask her to stop. But the aching in her
cunt was becoming unbearable, so her sister had to be on fire with
need!
      
Prue cupped Piper's face in her hands and drew those sweet lips to
hers, kissing her sister with a hunger that left them both panting for
breath. She slid to the floor and went to work getting the rest of
Piper's clothes off, removing shoes and socks then sliding Piper out
of her slacks before removing the pair of cotton panties that stood
between her and the prize she sought. 
       
Once she had Piper naked Prue took a moment just to admire her
sister, her pulse racing a mile a minute as she took in the sight of
Piper's nude body. Goddess! The woman was stunning! She put her
hands on Piper's thighs and gently spread them, sucking in a sharp
breath between pursed lips as she gazed with longing at her sister's
cunt. The air around them was scented with the musk of Piper's
arousal and Prue breathed it in, letting it fill her entire being. Such a
sweet fragrance! She needed more!
       
Prue buried her face in Piper's cunt. She just couldn't resist a
moment longer. In the space of a heartbeat she had her tongue
nestled deep in her sister's pussy, hungrily lapping up the sweet
juices that flowed from that hot little slit. Her appetite could not be
sated, just appeased for short periods of time, and Prue fed at the
trough of nectar. Piper groaned in answer to her frantic pace,
grabbing fistful of her hair and pulling her tighter against that
brimming honeypot. But Prue didn't mind. There was no place she
would rather be at the moment than up to her ears in Piper's warm,
wet folds. She licked and sucked her sister's slick netherlips, making
Piper groan with desire.
       
"Yes! Yes! Prue! I'm gonna come!"
       
Hearing that, Prue focused her attention on Piper's swollen clit. She
took the little button of flesh between her lips and sucked on it,
hard, massaging it with her tongue. Her efforts had Piper squealing
like a scared piglet. The fingers tangled in her hair tightened but
Prue would not be distracted, pummeling her sister's clit with her
tongue until Piper was arching off the sofa in the grip of a roaring
climax. Even then Prue refused to let up, licking up the fruits of her
labors until Piper went limp underneath her.
       
Prue lifted her face from between Piper's legs with a reluctant sigh.
She never wanted to leave the warmth of that place and hoped to
return soon.
       
"I've survived demons and warlocks," Piper said breathlessly. "But
you and Phoebe are going to be the death of me."
       
Prue flashed her sister a crooked grin. "We'd just have Leo bring
you back to life."
       
"Oh, you would, huh? Just like that?"
       
"Yep," Prue replied, nodding. "And then I'd lick you to death all
over again."
       
"Mmmm," Piper purred.
       
Prue leaned into a kiss that told her Piper wasn't spent just yet. She
crawled onto the sofa where Piper greeted her with another, even
deeper kiss while anxious hands pawed at her breasts through her
blouse. Her nipples hardened at the mere thought of having Piper's
mouth on them and Prue grunted between kisses, needing Piper
more than words could ever explain. But she didn't have to explain.
Both Piper and Phoebe understood her feelings . . . and returned
them. Prue broke the kiss long enough for Piper to lift off her shirt
and then their mouths came crashing together once more, the pace
increasing, the hunger growing. It didn't take long for Piper to
unclasp her bra. Then Prue found herself being pushed flat against
the sofa. She put up no resistance. Piper was more than welcome to
ravish her senseless.  
       
And Piper seemed poised to do so, propped up beside her and
running a hand up her inner thigh. Piper kissed her hard on the
mouth but soon moved lower, down her neck to her breasts. She
flicked her tongue over a stiffened nipple then seized the firm nub
between her lips, sucking hard. Prue arched off the sofa with a
grunt of pleasure, pushing more of her breast into her sister's
hungry mouth. It was an offer Piper did not refuse. Prue whimpered
like the pitiful mess she now was, writhing on the sofa as Piper
suckled at her breast, licking and biting her into a frenzied state.
Then Piper upped the ante, slipping a hand under her leather
miniskirt and rubbing her slit through the soaked front of her
panties. Prue gasped.
       
"Oh! Oh Piper!"
       
Piper abandoned Prue's breast and starting chewing on her earlobe
while the caresses under her leather miniskirt became more
insistent. "What's the matter Prue?"
       
"That feels so good," Prue muttered.
       
Piper laughed in her ear. "It's supposed to, silly. Do you want me to
go down on you?"
       
The answer was a whispered, "Yes."
       
"Really?" Piper intoned, pressing into her mound.
       
"Yes!" Prue cried. 
       
Piper laughed into her ear then slowly moved down her body with
kisses, nipping at her breasts, zigzagging across her midriff, inching
lower and lower until she reached the waistband of her leather
miniskirt. She unsnapped the clasp and Prue lifted up a little so
Piper could get the damn thing off her, and with a little wiggling on
her part both the skirt and her panties joined the pile of clothes on
the floor. Prue spread for her sister, planting one foot on the floor
and draping her leg over the back of the sofa. That gave Piper
ample room to work and her sister made swift use of it, diving
face-first into her pussy. Prue cried out, slamming her head back
hard against the sofa as Piper ate her out. Both her sisters had
proven to be talented little cuntlickers, something Piper reaffirmed.
In no time at all Prue was reduced to a whimpering mass of sweaty
flesh, gasping and moaning as Piper's tongue slithered around inside
her. From experience -or perhaps even instinct- Piper knew her
most sensitive areas and she attacked them with a vengeance,
taking Prue to the brink of climax.
       
"Oh," Prue gasped. "Yes! Piper! Just like that!"
       
The jabbing pain in the pit of her gut made Prue groan deep in her
throat. She was going to come! Goddess! She was going to come
all over her sister's face. Prue grasped Piper by the shoulders,
holding on for dear life as Piper's tongue darted over her clit,
coaxing one moan after another out of her, pushing her closer and
closer to orgasm until Prue lost control and slipped into blissful
release, arching off the sofa as a surging climax tore through her
loins. The room spun around her, making Prue dizzy.
       
But Piper wasn't finished with her yet.
       
Though not coherent enough to form words, Prue's grunt was one
of approval as Piper shifted above her and moved them into a
sixty-nine position. She grabbed Piper's ass and pulled that hot, wet
pussy onto her mouth, eagerly licking her sister once more. The
two sisters took their time now, the frantic pace of the first round
of lovemaking discarded in favor of a much more relaxed
approached. Prue savored the sweet taste of Piper's cunt, losing
herself in that musky essence. She was at her most content like that,
with her face buried in one of her sister's cunts. It didn't matter
which one. Both were delicious! But it was Piper she focused on
now, her tongue disappearing between silken folds of woman-flesh
as the momentum started to gather, slow but sure, like a symphony,
the tempo increasing, getting stronger . . . faster . . . a crescendo of
pleasure getting more and more intense, building up to that
inevitable moment of release. Prue didn't know whether it because
they were witches or sisters or both, but the two of them were so in
sync that when the magical moment arrived at last she and Piper
came at the same time. 
       
Prue held Piper for a long time afterward, trading loving kisses and
gentle caresses with her dear, sweet sister. In a few hours the club
would be filled with people dancing and drinking and having a
wonderful time. But for now there was just her and Piper, two
naked lovers wrapped in each other's arms. 
       
"I should get back to work," Piper told her with a sigh.
       
Prue nodded. "Yeah. And I should let you."
      
"Uh huh."
       
"But I'm not going to," Prue said, and she pulled Piper into a kiss. 


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