In-sex: Rating: NC-18

Premise: PWP Willow casts a spell.

Willow was desperate. She didn't know of anything else she could do. Tara had left her, Giles had gone back to England, again, and Dawn and Buffy both hated her. Well, Dawn she was pretty sure hated her. Buffy she wasn't so sure about.

Buffy acted more like she didn't care. About anything. She was angry at Willow; that was for sure. But then, as Tara was packing her things and leaving, Buffy had come to her room and had looked about to try the consoling a friend thing. But after she had tried to grin, her face just fell back into the neutral uncaring mask she'd had ever since she had crawled out of her own grave. Then she shrugged and walked away, going to check on Dawn. If anything, that Willow could see, the only thing Buffy cared about anymore.

Willow was devastated. Tara had been warning her, telling her, and just three days ago threatened her about the consequences of Willow using too much magic. And now she had made good on her threat. She had left. She gave the redhead wiccan…no that was no longer the right word…mage more than enough time to stop her, but Willow knew that there was nothing she could say to change Tara's mind. Nothing that she could make good on. Her broken promise of the day before evidence of that.

Willow was trying to figure out some way to change things, to…make things right. At one point, she had even contemplated moving on and finding another witch-friend, or maybe even another girlfriend. But one look at the rat-Amy in her cage told her that it would do little good. Amy had been a witch-friend, and look how that turned out.

No, what Willow needed, what she wanted, was for Tara to return to her of her own free will. To just say forgive and forget. And that worked so well before… Willow thought, remembering the spells of the days before, making Tara forget their fight, and then accidentally giving everyone total amnesia when trying to make Buffy and Tara forget the things that made them unhappy. Or not as "Willow" wanted them to be, she thought bitterly.

Then, one night while Buffy was out patrolling and Dawn was at a friend's house, Willow was looking through some of her books, researching a diamond theft from the Sunnydale museum several days ago, when she came across something.

"The Spell of True Feelings," Willow read aloud. Her interest piqued, she read further. "To find a soulmate, true love, or lost lover. Releases the purest and most basic instincts and feelings upon the source(s) of the spell, and relays all fears and doubts after the effect of the spell has passed. The one(s) involved will then discover their true feelings toward the one the spell directed them to, in their own time. You will need the following: …"

Willow was desperate.

******

"Diana!" Willow chanted. "Make peace with thy sister Aphrodite! Join thy offerings and bring thy blessing to this work!"

It was less than a week after Willow had come across the Spell of True Feelings. It took her that long to gather all the ingredients. That and it took her this long to be alone long enough to actually do the spell. According to the book, the spell's effects only lasted for 27 hours, just over a day. Willow and Tara both attended college and so she had waited until Friday night, planning on an extended make-up session between her and her lover.

The ingredients, other than the usual for love spells, required the hard to gather ingredients. Parts, in this case hair, of Tara, and unfortunately the blonde Wicca had taken a great deal of her things when she'd left. Luck had aided Willow in that hour when the red mage remembered the hairbrush in the shared bathroom that Tara and she had both used. Since she was to be included in the spell as well, Willow smiled at the grace she had been shown. Unknown to Willow, hers and Tara's were not the only hairs plucked off that brush…

Willow was in Tara's college dorm room at that moment. The witch currently out on an errand that Willow had actually set up and hoped that it was enough to keep Tara out long enough for her to complete the spell, and not too long that Willow would have to go out looking for Tara once it did.

"Goddess of love, take this offering. Goddess of the Moon, know thy truth. Grace upon this chosen the sight, the knowledge, the feeling of pure truth." Willow chanted in the middle of the circled pentagram on the floor. She held up the mass of red and blonde hairs to a brightly burning pink and red candle. "Touch thine chosen with the truth. Bring with flame and fire, spirit of sooth, bring calm spirit in time of youth. By this light, by this flame, by these offerings, reveal our hidden feelings."

The patch of hair caught fire and was blackened and ash in an instant, but the second that the ash disappeared into the flame, which coincided with the ending of Willow's casting, the bright yellow flame burst up at least a foot high, now a bright red flame with pink and blue undertones. Half a second later, all the lights in the building, including all the candles Willow had lit, went out.

When the electricity came back on, Willow was standing in the middle of Tara's floor, the evidence of spell casting gone with barely the wave of a hand, staring at the door. The door then opened within a single minute, and then shut a second later when Tara barged in, a wild and almost animal look in her eyes.

"Oh Goddess Willow, I love you so much!" Tara shouted, racing forward to passionately kiss the red haired mage. Willow didn't have time to respond, but she felt entirely the same way. In fact, she loved Tara more at this moment than she had her entire relationship with the blonde witch. Her every feeling and instinct towards Tara was multiplied over a hundred fold and the two lesbians could no more control themselves than Xander could find his way through a clothing store. And pick out something that matched.

Willow was wearing, only, a silk transparent gown that she had bought for Tara to see her in a couple months ago, but never got to wear it that much. It was quickly and easily slipped off and entirely forgotten. Tara's clothes were a bit more difficult to cast off. Ankle-length cotton skirt, silk slip under that, a leather jacket, a cardigan sweater, a long-sleeve white shirt under that, a white tank top under that, and then her black silk underwear. They were both as naked as the day they were born, and just as wet, in under ten seconds flat. They didn't make it to the bed though for at least another three hours.

Buffy was just limping back into her home, the door crashing open at her entrance as she leaned too heavily against it when she turned the knob. Not expecting the reaction, Buffy was forced to fall to the floor when her leaning post swung open. She caught herself on her hands, wincing as the wound in her ribs and back cried out in burning pain.

Unfortunately, all this racket drew her baby sister's attention, who was racing down the stairs just as Buffy managed to get back up to "limping" status. Looking up at the shocked gasp, Buffy gasped herself as she saw Dawn looking at her, fear and worry obvious in her eyes. "Dawn!" Buffy called out, before wincing at the pain of using her lungs for speaking.

"Buffy!" Dawn cried out before skipping down the rest of the stairs, closing the door that had been slammed open, and then was by Buffy's side, all before the Slayer could blink. "Are you all right? What happened?!"

"Nothing happened!" Buffy exclaimed immediately, causing her to wince again at the sharp pain from speaking loudly with her injured lungs. "What makes you think something happened? See, I'm…perfectly fine," Buffy grunted, speaking in softer, almost whispered level of voice.

"No your not, and if you don't think that it is beyond obvious to me that you need some help, like medical help, then you either got hit way too many times over the head, or you're dumber than even I thought!" Dawn huffed as she took her sister by the arm to support her and lead Buffy, unresistingly, toward the sofa in the living room.

"Now I'm gonna ask again," Dawn said in her "authority" voice that she had been working on in the time of Buffy's absence, but she asked the question in a soft, and very concerned tone, "What happened?"

Buffy shrugged, which drew another wince, her pain and injuries were so great that she could barely even keep up the façade of being perfectly fine and invincible in front of her baby sister. A girl that she was supposed to protect, and in fact had already protected with her life. How was Dawn going to look at her now that she saw her "Big Slayer Sister" beat up and in almost more pieces than the Titanic after it hit a little ice cube? Okay, a really BIG ice cube, but still.

"Oh, you know, the usual," Buffy tried to be nonchalant about it, but her weakened voice and her obvious injuries added to her ducked head and blank expression made it look more like she was exhausted rather than non-caring about it. "Patrol, swing by all the local slaying haunts, find some baddies, ruin baddies plan, slay some vamps, and maybe a demon or two, and then head on home to soak in a nice, warm, relaxing, bubbly hot bath and lay down in my nice, soft, warm bed and sleep until the break of dawn…"

"Buffy." Dawn, the person not the event, stood to her feet in front of the Slayer. By the tone, Buffy figured Dawn had caught what she had tried to cover up, but Buffy didn't want her sister to be worried. Finding the strength, the older blonde slowly tilted her chin up to look into her baby sister's hazel green eyes.

"I'm going to get the First Aid kit, and I'm going to patch you up, since Willow's not here, okay? Don't even think of moving from this couch," Dawn warned before moving off to the kitchen.

Considering that she was having trouble getting a steady breath and remain upright at the same time, Buffy was not in a position to even begin to argue.

A few minutes later, Dawn returned with the fully complete and loaded, and in a lot of ways more complete First Aid kit than most Ambulances have, and stood before Buffy once more. It was then that Buffy noticed that her sister was in her nightclothes, aka pajamas. Nothing more than a long, loose tank top that just reached past her waist and a pair of thin nylon panties. The tank top was V-necked, but tight enough around the arms so that Dawn's still developing B-cup breasts were covered, though Buffy could easily see the beads of her baby sister's hardened nipples.

"Did I wake you up?" Buffy croaked with a guilty look on her blemished face.

"Don't try and change the subject," Dawn admonished. "Now do you want to do this here, or do you think you can make it upstairs?"

Buffy seriously considered it for several moments before twisting herself slightly to see the open blinds and the window out onto the street behind her. She turned back to Dawn and got unsteadily to her feet. Dawn quickly took her limping side and began to direct her to the only access to the upper floor.

"Ugh. Stairs. We should get an elevator." Buffy grumbled as Dawn helped her keep her balance up the stairs and supported her when one of her limbs suddenly became too weak.

After a few minutes painful struggle, Buffy was sitting, albeit awkwardly, on her own bed and Dawn was in front of her, kneeling on the floor and pouring out everything in it. "Soooo…what do I need? What do I do first?" Dawn asked, the first sign of her true age seeping into her voice all night.

Buffy swallowed, moistening her throat for talking. "Well…I know for certain that I have five or six cracked ribs," Buffy said as she moved her arms along either side, wincing and drawing a sharp breath when she found one of the injuries, "on both sides. I might have several lacerations, cuts, too, but I'm not sure where."

"How do we find out?" Dawn asked, standing up and bringing many of the things she knew they'd need up onto the bed. Including bandages, medical tape, and a bottle of alcohol.

Buffy closed her eyes and groaned at Dawn's question. "What's wrong?" Dawn exclaimed, terrified that her sister was going to die in front of her eyes from her wounds.

"Nothing…well, nothing other than the obvious," Buffy quickly alleviated in a quiet voice. "Uh…you, you're…Dawn you're going to have to help me…uh, get out of…I mean, take off…I need your help Dawn." Buffy finally stuttered out the sentence, standing and starting to take off her leather jacket.

"Oh!" Dawn nodded, relieved. Then she realized why Buffy had groaned and she blushed slightly as she repeated, a bit quieter, "Oh."

"Uh, yeah. Dawn, if you could…?" Buffy was having trouble slipping the jacket off her arms.

"Oh! Yeah, sure, just a sec!" Dawn put down the medical supplies and quickly helped Buffy remove the heavy clothing. "Well, good news, your jacket seems fine," Dawn said, trying to lighten the mood.

Buffy did grin but she was too focused on not showing the pain even standing was giving her to put any more effort into it. Dawn saw her injured sister moving to unbutton her dark yellow blouse, and caught the brief glimpses of pain that the Slayer was obviously trying to hide. "Here, let me do that," Dawn stepped forward and quickly took over the task.

Buffy was so relieved to put her arms down, she didn't have the energy to argue. Dawn soon had the blouse undone and open, but there were still no obvious signs of alternate wounds, so Dawn decided she had to take off the rest of her elder sister's clothing just to be certain. Being extremely careful, Dawn slipped around and pulled the sweaty blouse off her sister and tossed it to the floor beyond the spilled contents of the FAK.

Her sister was wearing a thin-strapped white tank top beneath the blouse and from the strap color what looked like a satin black bra, but Dawn could now see a number of the wounds inflicting her sister. Knowing she could get to it later, Dawn left the tank top alone and started tackling the belt Buffy wore.

"Dawn…?" Buffy whispered uncertainly when she felt the young woman beginning to work her pants.

Dawn looked up from her task and saw the concern in Buffy's eyes. She smiled, trying to be reassuring, but still absolutely firm. "Buffy, you might be injured somewhere else besides your back and ribs. And you were kind of favoring your left side, so I have to check for injuries, and I can't very well do it with your black corduroys in the way, can I?" That said, Dawn unfastened the pants and began to worm them around, working them slowly, and carefully, off of Buffy's hips.

"And it took Riley six dates to get into my pants…" Buffy muttered under her breath, smiling at her own joke. "What was that?" Dawn asked, too focused to have properly understood what Buffy had said.

"Nothing!" Buffy said just a bit too quickly, but Dawn just shrugged and worked on peeling Buffy's pants down her thighs.

Just after she got them to the knees, Dawn suddenly gasped. "What is it?" Buffy asked, suddenly on alert, thinking that her sister had spotted some demon that she needed protection from.

"Oh, Buffy," younger sister gasped in horror and pure compassion.

That was when she realized that Dawn was reacting to one of her injuries. "Dawn?" she started more sympathetic than alert, "What is it?"

"It…it's a bruise. A real ugly looking one too. It's like over half your thigh and this disgusting puss yellow mixed with blue and a sick mottle gray, and…"

"OK! I get the picture Dawn!" Buffy exclaimed.

"Oh, right, don't wanna hear about it, just want it fixed. Right." Dawn said, getting back to her task.

Within five minutes, Dawn had Buffy in nothing but her underwear, a black "Angels®" Victoria's Secret bra with matching thong panties. No longer needing to stand, Buffy just kind of sunk onto the bed, her stiff and bruised leg hanging off the side, while Dawn attended the minor cuts and a single gash she had along the back of her right arm with the alcohol and bandages.

"So…the usual huh?" Dawn spoke.

"Huh?" Buffy grunted, suddenly drawn out of the funk her thoughts had taken her into.

"You said "the usual" when I asked what happened," Dawn elaborated. "So, what's the "usual"? You never talk about any kinda slaying stuff in front of me, so I don't really have a clue by what you mean by "usual" when it comes to this kinda thing. And don't even start on how young I am to be hearing this kinda thing! I'm still holding the alcohol I'll have you know."

Buffy sighed, briefly intimidated by the threat, but decided she was too tired and drained to fight with Dawn over anything. "Oh, you know, a couple vamps, a lot of fighting, then massive amounts of gore and ugliness that is not suited for PG rating."

"I am almost 16 I'll have you know," Dawn retorted. "So? Only a couple of vamps did this? Not, "a couple of vamps…and maybe a demon or two?" Dawn quoted Buffy's silent reply from earlier.

Buffy sighed deeper and seemed to sink further into the bed. She thought that Dawn had heard her. "It…was no big deal. I handled it."

"Looks more like it handled you," Dawn retorted. "Buffy…if only a couple of vampires can do this to you…that worries me a lot more than whatever it really was that did this to you tonight."

Buffy sighed again and nodded.

"Yes, there were demons there. And there weren't that many vampires there. Only a few. Dozen. Maybe three."

"Three, or three dozen?" Dawn asked for clarification.

Buffy looked guiltily behind her and up at her sister. "About thirty or more. And there were only six demons there. No more. I promise."

"How many of them got away?" Dawn asked after Buffy had turned back around and she was just finishing up cleaning the gash, getting ready to start bandaging it.

Buffy blinked. "None."

Dawn blinked. "I don't suppose Giles was the one that was always ragging on you about taking too many risks in your Slaying?"

"Mom actually."

"Ah."

Silence.

"Buffy?"

"Yeah Dawn?"

"I'm proud that you're my sister."

Buffy felt a flush spread throughout her upper body at the compliment. "Thanks Dawnie…"

"And that you can take on over forty monsters and kill every single one of their fucking asses…"

"Dawn!"

"What? What did I…oh my gosh! I-I don't know what happened! I didn't mean to say that Buffy! I…I don't know what happened!" Dawn jumped back, her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide as she sat there mortified at the profanity that had spewed from her mouth.

"It…it's okay Dawn. I…guess it's the thought that counts, however it's expressed. So go ahead and finish patching me up. Then we can both get some sleep." Buffy suggested.

"Uh…yeah, good idea…" Dawn nodded slowly.

"Okay, so how do I start with this?" Dawn asked suddenly, holding up the bandage to wrap the gash on Buffy's arm with. Buffy gave her a confused look before she moved her arm, the one with the gash, and hissed at the pain from a wound she hadn't even been certain she had. Dawn's features became even more child-like as her eyes watered and she paled from the sight and sound of Buffy in pain.

Buffy smiled assuredly at her and used her good arm to raise her hand and caressed the side of Dawn's face. She is so adorably cute, Buffy thought. I just want to kiss her and hold her all night until all the bad things in our lives go away.

Buffy then put her hand down as she flashed on a moment of sanity when she realized where her thoughts might be leading. Not that they were leading to a bad place per say, but…wrong. A very, very, very wrong place.

"Uh, just…hold the end in place to one side of the wound, and then carefully wrap it all the way around until all of the edges of it are covered by the bandage. I'll close it up when you're done." Buffy explained.

"Uh, okay," Dawn said a bit timidly and moved back to behind Buffy and quickly did as her sister had instructed, covering the cleaned wound with the pure white bandage. Once she was done, Buffy quickly fixed it shut with some tape from the First Aid kit and had it done.

After all that, all that remained was the ugly bruise on her leg, and then her broken, er, cracked ribs. That would be the trickiest part without a doubt. And though the bruise, now that she saw it, would still be there by tomorrow morning, it would only give her a stiff leg, nothing of too much of a hindrance. She might have to ask Xander to patrol with her tomorrow night.

"Uh, OK, now what?" Dawn asked when they had finished with the last task.

Buffy grimaced and tried to reach behind her to unsnap her bra while explaining to Dawn, "Now comes the (grunt) hard part. (Gasp) We have to (grunt) wrap up my (whimper) ribs (gasp). Dawn, can you help me get my bra off?"

At the simple and, considering everything, somewhat normal request, Dawn froze. Then after another moment or two, and a concerned look from Buffy, she rather awkwardly got back onto the bed behind Buffy and trying very hard not to think about what she was doing, unclipped the black silk bra.

Thinking that Buffy might be inconvenienced if she left it like that, Dawn slowly eased the straps from Buffy's back, being careful of the bandages on the one arm, and leaned forward to ease the undergarment off her sister's body. She stopped when she suddenly found herself leaning against Buffy's bare back, the material still in her hands, her long arms not quite long enough to get it past and out of Buffy's arms.

Dawn wasn't sure what to do next as she felt her hardened nipples slide erotically against the tanned skin with both hers and Buffy's suddenly erratic breathing. She did find that she had to reposition her legs around Buffy's tiny waist so that she wouldn't lose her balance, which at the same time had the effect of placing the bare skin of her inner thighs directly against the bare skin of Buffy's hips and thighs.

Buffy didn't have any idea what was going on, but she couldn't help the sensations of Dawn's chest, covered only by very flimsy cotton material, poking into her bare back and their naked thighs, and thankfully covered waists, as they incestially rubbed against each other. Her eyes closed in ecstasy and her mouth opened to allow access for her gasping breath.

After a moment of the simple, but severely intense sensations, Buffy realized that Dawn had stopped moving. She glanced down and saw that her sister was still holding her bra. "You know Dawn," Buffy whispered huskily to the lolita behind her, "You can drop the underwear. It'll just drop to the floor."

"Huh?" Dawn squeaked, pulled out of the reverie of sensation she had been pulled into.

"My bra? Drop it."

"Oh," Dawn almost started, but managed not to, for fear of causing Buffy more pain. She just dropped the under garment and then just kinda left her arms, and the rest of her, right where they were. Buffy wasn't about to tell her to move either.

After another very tense minute of this, neither Summers girl willing to move, fearing to cause one of them pain or discomfort, though there was already discomfort present, Dawn timidly, with heavy breath, whispered, her warm breath heating the back of her older sister's neck, "So, uh, now what?"

Dawn heard a brief whimper that she mistook for pain from Buffy, which caused her to panic and immediately backed away from her sister. Buffy was all of a sudden very glad her sister had done that, and prayed that she had not been heard when she had whimpered, "Fuck me."

Clearing her throat and turning halfway and as comfortably as possible, considering she was clad only in silk near see-through thong panties, and Dawn was in nothing but a green tank top, that had been hiked up to above her hips and was practically molded to her young, swelling breasts, and a pair of pure white thong panties that looked disturbingly familiar to Buffy. Her eyes were unwillingly drawn to her sister's crotch, and despite the sisterly indignation that spurred the movement, her nasty subconscious, which was being more naughty than she had ever recalled it being, couldn't help but force her eyes to linger over specific areas longer than her indignation should have reasoned for.

"Are those my panties?" Buffy snapped sisterly.

Dawn blinked in surprise and looked down, blushing and already knowing the answer. "Uh…" Dawn stuttered, her mind desperately seeking an answer. Her mouth decided before she did to just stick with the truth. "Yes," she answered timidly, flushing bright red.

Buffy blinked, and before she had registered the thought, it had already been sent to her mouth before she could weigh what she would be saying. "Take them off this instant! That is so disgusting, almost. You could have at least asked me! And if you needed underwear, you should have done your laundry!"

"Buffy, the basement flooded last time we did the laundry," Dawn answered as she stood to her feet off the bed. Buffy stared in disbelief for all of two seconds as her baby sister's hands went to her waist, before settling the thumbs into the underwear.

"What-what are you doing?!" Buffy panicky asked.

"You told me to take of my…your panties." Dawn answered succinctly. "Sorry, next time I'll ask." And then as Buffy watched, she stripped the undergarment and left it on the floor before moving back to the bed. Thankfully, her tank top had fallen back over her waist before Buffy could have hoped to catch a glimpse of her sister's snatch. She was ashamed to find that for a briefest of seconds, she had hoped.

Seeing that her sister had no more arguments, or things to blame on her, Dawn quickly settled back on the bed behind Buffy, putting herself nearly as close as she had been before. Except now she was much more comfortable with her sudden closeness with her sister. It seemed that having taken off her…sister's panties had removed her inhibitions and fears just as hastily.

"So now what?" Dawn repeated innocently.

Buffy just stared blankly at the space her sister had stood moments before taking off her panties, and remained unresponsive until Dawn gently rolled her fist into Buffy's shoulder, jarring her enough that she recalled, through pain, what they were supposed to be doing. "Uh…right! Right…uhm, need-need to-um-to wrap-wrap my ribs up. Keep them from getting knocked around anymore than they already are."

"Oh, OK," Dawn almost bubbled, for some strange reason, greatly enjoying her proximity of intimacy with her sister at the moment. "So…what do I do first?"

"Uh, right." Buffy mumbled and quickly tried to distract her mind and focused it on her surroundings, or rather anything but her younger (and very nubile…STOP IT!) sister! She looked at what they had to work with and grabbed the bandages commonly used for this type of thing and the medical tape and the only sharp instruments in the kit, the scissors.

Dangerous images came to mind when Buffy's eyes focused on those scissors. Ways to use those sharp and cold metallic blades, ways to hurt someone, to kill, to cut with… To cut material with… Clothing type material… It would be so easy to cut the last bit of material from her sister's body… let it fall away… then she'd be naked… and then they could…

STOP IT!! Buffy screamed silently to herself, her thoughts creating such reactions from her that Dawn thought she was having convulsions or an attack of some kind. Fear of such happenings had increased rapidly since the sudden and recent demise of their mother.

The slightest thought of their mother, her mother, immediately cooled all of Buffy's jets and brought every ache she had suddenly to bear. "Uhh, first, I need to make sure none of my ribs are poking into my lungs or broken away from each other," she explained to Dawn, her voice tightly controlled, "If they are, then I need to set them before you wrap them up. After that, I just need to rest for a while and get plenty of food. Energy, ya know?"

Dawn smiled, her face beaming up at her sister's, "Yeah, I know," she said kinda dreamily. Then she seemed to shake herself and repeated, "I mean, yeah, I understand now. So, while I'm getting the bandages ready to wrap and stuff, you'll be feeling your own chest?"

Buffy glared at her sister at the barely veiled innuendo. Dawn just blushed when she caught her sister's stare, who unlike what she thought was a stern look was in fact more of an unbridled gaze of unadulterated lust. After that, Buffy turned her attention inward and set about looking to heal herself, calculatingly feeling around her ribs, carefully with her fingers.

Dawn stood up and quickly retrieved what Buffy had told her they needed, inadvertently shifting the tank top so that her hips, and below, were fully exposed. Buffy managed to keep on track for all of ten seconds before her eyes caught and locked onto the full moon her sibling was giving her. Gulping and her breath becoming considerably more rapid, which caused enough pain for her to focus back on what she was supposed to be focusing on, Buffy tried to get a grip on her hormones and the rest of her emotions, and went, albeit slower and with a sense of greater distraction, back to feeling which of her ribs needed to be set and wrapped.

Finally, Dawn had gathered all she needed and turned back to Buffy, not bothering to fix the only clothing she was wearing, and sat back on her haunches to wait for her sister's next instructions, once again inadvertently leaving her neatly trimmed, as well as swollen and wet, pussy open to the air and Buffy's wandering eyes.

Buffy had to exert an extraordinary amount of will to keep her eyes and fingers on their appointed task, however still stealing glances at the view her sister had unconsciously given her. To force herself back on her task, she jabbed one of the ribs, incidentally resetting it at the same time as waking her up with a massive jolt of pain that made her grunt. She then turned her eyes to an empty spot on her bed's comforter and would not allow herself to look anywhere other than there while she quickly finished her self-examination.

"Buffy, are you ok?" Dawn asked innocently and worriedly when she heard Buffy grunt. At first the Slayer didn't answer, but after she finally finished, confirming that she had four injuries on her left side; two cracked, two broken and reset, and two cracked ribs on her right side, Buffy took a deep, slow breath, keeping her eyes on the one spot, and answered her sister. "I need you to get behind me. Hold the wrap against my spine and feed it to me under my right arm. I'll wrap it around where it needs to go and then feed it to you under my left arm. Just take it straight back around and feed it under my right arm again. When we're finished, I'll tape it up."

"OK," Dawn meekly replied, thinking that her sister was being so aloof all of a sudden because of the pain, and maybe even because of the coming pain. "Uh, where should I hold it?" Dawn asked once she was behind her sister again.

"Uh…" Buffy didn't have an answer at the ready for that question so she just said, "Just put it anywhere on my back that's not bruised and I'll tell you if I need it moved or not, all right?"

"All right," Dawn said and put the end of the tape somewhere between her shoulder blades.

"Uhm…" Buffy found it suddenly incredibly difficult to concentrate with the nymphette's…HER SISTER'S…hands on her skin, touching her. "A little bit lower than that Dawn," she whispered huskily, her eyes closed in effort to keep concentration.

Dawn shifted the bandage, without picking it up off Buffy's back, down a couple inches. The sensation was undeniably wonderful to Buffy's pain-wracked body. "Ah—uh, little more…down, please," Buffy, whispered again.

Smirking, Dawn decided to be a brat, despite the situation, and slid the tape all the way down to Buffy's tailbone. The Slayer couldn't hope to repress the shiver that ran through her body if her whole life depended on it. "A…little higher now Dawn," Buffy whispered, surprising the younger Summers that she hadn't scolded her on being a brat.

Shrugging it off, Dawn slid it up to just beneath where Buffy's ribs started on her back. Again, Buffy shivered, but the Slayer was not yet lost enough to her passionate instincts to ignore what she needed over what she desperately wanted. "That's fine!" she snapped a little too harshly, even to her own ears. "Just hold it there," she said in a calmer tone before Dawn could jump away.

She then began the arduous and painful task of wrapping her ribs back together. It took of a lot of wind-around, and over fifteen minutes to get everything set and secure, but finally, Buffy's ribs were fully patched up. Much to her dismay however, given the situation of the past half hour, her breasts were still left uncovered.

After the bandages were secure, Buffy was still afraid to move, but not because of pain. Pain was her friend and life companion. She was afraid of Dawn seeing her naked breasts, and seeing her sister again in as little as she wore was a combination of way too much temptation that the Slayer was sure she could never ignore. Finally a moment of sane inspiration reached her and with only turning her neck, she asked her sister, "Dawn, would you mind getting me a nightshirt please?"

"Sure, no prob," Dawn said easily and stood up and went to the dresser to retrieve a T-shirt, the only kind of which Buffy had in her drawers were the too-large kind worn for sleeping.

Instead of returning to her position behind the Slayer and handing the wanted garment over her shoulder, Dawn took the extra three steps to stand in front of Buffy, holding out the shirt. Her green tank top a little bunched and just barely covering her waist, the bottom hem staying level with the bottom of the teen's waist to Buffy's vision.

Rather than commenting, or even covering herself for that matter, Buffy just retrieved the shirt and fit her arms carefully into the sleeves. Just as she was raising it to put on, she noticed that Dawn was staring at her, or to be more accurate was staring at her breasts, with a strange look on her face.

"You mind?" Buffy asked in a soft, husky voice, her arms still raised.

"Not at all," Dawn said in the same husky whisper and before either realized it, Dawn pulled and stripped the tank top off her lithe petite form and tossed it off to a forgotten corner. Buffy blinked and could only stare. Her "baby" sister's body was anything but to her experienced eye.

Dawn's height came mostly from her incredibly long, smooth, creamy and lightly tanned legs. Her abdomen was soft, but highlighted by the underlying muscles, and smoother and creamier than the teen's legs, only pockmarked by the dimple of her navel, precisely in the center and begging Buffy to lick it. Her B-cup breasts were youthful and uplifting, her pink nipples small and crinkled, hard, and were an even bigger temptation than the navel to Buffy.

All of this teenage beauty was highlighted of course by Dawn's face, which still held that strange look on it, and now Buffy could almost easily identify it, because she was sure the same look was on her own; pure unadulterated lust.

They only stared, soaking in the other's feminine beauty, for mere seconds before Dawn leaned forward, almost falling onto the bed really, but mostly just falling onto Buffy's lips as the older Summer's welcomed her with a kiss of her own, the T-shirt forgotten and thrown away in favor of holding Dawn instead.

The kiss was every bit as passionate and lustful as the whole night had been, and Buffy couldn't help but revel in the thrill of following her instincts. As much as she hated to admit it, slaying, especially a hefty slay like tonight, always got Buffy "hot and bothered", or as Faith had put it to her friends upon first meeting, "hungry and horny". She wasn't hungry, at least not for food, but even she could not believe how absolutely out of control horny she was!

"Oh Dawn!" Buffy huskily shouted as Dawn began to gingerly kiss her way down Buffy's jaw and neck.

"Mmmm," Dawn moaned, as she tasted her older sister's skin flavor. She briefly paused when she got to the scar at the crook of her neck and gently kissed it before moving on to the other side.

Buffy gasped her breath at the sensations her baby sister's lips and tongue were causing. And she wasn't exactly lying there like a limp noodle either. No, her hands were all over Dawn's petite, yet very nubile frame. Rubbing up and down her back, brushing across her breasts, while her legs constantly rubbed up against her sister's long legs, slowly but methodically drawing them further open.

Dawn gasped into Buffy's mouth when the Slayer's right hand had strayed a little to between them and pressed against the former Key's lower waist. Buffy smiled as her other hand made its way, slowly stroking the spine under it, to Dawn's ass and her right hand went just a touch lower. Dawn's legs were wide open as well, held so by Buffy's own legs, leaving her entirely open and left to her sister's mercy.

"Oh Buffy!" Dawn gasped at the incredible and new sensations she was feeling, her eyes tightly shut, it was all so intense.

Buffy couldn't help but loving that face, so filled with passion, it was burned onto her memory. She also could barely contain herself at the thought of Dawn's face when she was actually orgasming. Buffy smirked at that thought and quickly consumed her sister's lips once more, her hands tortuously slipping closer to their common goal.

Dawn had no idea what had come over the both of them, but deep down she knew that normally, neither of them would be acting anything like this, but she was not about to deny how good it all felt. The passion she felt for her sister in these moments was the most intense thing she had ever felt in her entire life. Actual, or false memory, and what Buffy was doing to her aroused her deep inside that she felt her arousal flowing like a river out of her and into Buffy's hands.

When the former Key finally noticed that she was wide open and completely vulnerable, she paused briefly enough to orient where exactly her sister was touching her. She felt the Slayer's strong hands around her waist, one beneath them stroking her backside, one finger actually skirting the edge of her asshole, and the other directly between them, stroking and massaging her folds, making her hum with the pleasure.

Suddenly it all changed when Buffy gave her another searing kiss, taking her breath away. At the exact same moment, two fingers entered her between her folds, her first "real" penetration, at least up to the second knuckle, and at her ass… Buffy's pinky finger slid, forcefully, all the way up her sister's ass.

Dawn was so hot and high-strung that the total combination of stimulation was too much for her and for the first time in her life, for the first of many to come, she came. And she came hard.

Buffy held on, only capable because of her status as the Slayer, as her baby sister thrashed and writhed under her hand, her right drenched in Dawn's cum, and listened to the teenager cry out her pleasure, the moans and gasps like the sweetest music in the world to the older Summers, making her feel warm inside. And even hotter than before.

Slowly, once Dawn had come down from her orgasmic high, Buffy trailed wet kisses up the petite's body until they were once again face to face and deeply kissed her sister, bringing her back from the edge, and pulling her towards another at the same instant.

Gasping at the feelings coursing through her young body, Dawn tried desperately to reciprocate to the Slayer, but the supernatural demon fighter, despite being injured, was too strong to just flip over. So Dawn tried a more subtle way, starting by kissing every part of Buffy that was near her lips, and calmly soothing and stroking the skin of the wild beast that was the Slayer.

Despite never having done anything like this before, Buffy felt as if she were being guided by some unseen force, something that at least knew what it was doing, and how to please the female body beneath her. Trailing with kisses, Buffy moved down to Dawn's surprisingly mature tit and began to bathe it until she reached the tiny little rosebud of the young one's nipple, which she slurped into her mouth without a single thought, suckling on it like the both of them had once suckled on their mother's teat.

Dawn's breathing accelerated beyond her control, coming in short, sharp gasps as the older blonde pleasured her breasts with her tongue and lips. Unable to do much other than feel and occasionally jerk her hips in a rhythmic grinding motion, Dawn just lay back and let Buffy do to her as she willed, bringing her arms up to hold her sister's head to her chest.

Arching her back when Buffy suddenly moved to her other tit, Dawn cried out as her pleasure peaked again, and was surprised when she felt Buffy's hands drifting towards her center once again. Just when she thought the orgasm had finished once again, her sister's hands reached her pussy and while the fingers of one hand held the lips apart, the other began stroking her inner folds, and pinching her clit tightly with her forefingers.

The pleasure returned so quickly and so abruptly that Dawn felt herself falling off the peak once again, and then again, and again as Buffy just kept up the pace and sometimes alternating between her breasts. "Oh, oh, oh gawd! No more! Buffy! No more, please! I can't take any more!" Dawn cried in between the peaks of her multi-orgasm.

Instead of letting up, Buffy's pace increased, and then her fingers abandoned the teenager's clit, letting Dawn think she was actually going to stop and let her catch her breath for a minute or two. How wrong she was.

Smirking to herself, Buffy put her left index and middle fingers together, and then with brutal efficiency, driven by insatiable lust and whatever else was controlling her, wormed her way into Dawn's cunt, going up to the second knuckle on both fingers up her incredibly tight, moist channel until she came to the dam. A truly evil grin crossed the Slayer's face as she mercilessly shoved her fingers further up, tearing out Dawn's hymen, and taking her sister's virginity.

The pain was practically unnoticeable to Dawn, she was so high on the pleasure overload her sister had put her in. In fact the pain actually made her pleasure even more intense, sparking off another round of multiple orgasms in the taut teenage body.

Savoring it for the moment, Buffy pulled her fingers out, noticing the pussy juice and virgin blood mixture covering her hand, and couldn't stop herself from licking to get a taste. Mmm, so sweet, yet strong as well. Shivering, Buffy switched hands, pushing her right hand into the blood-soaked cunt, pumping her fingers relentlessly into the worn pussy, while shoving her left hand, covered in Dawns own blood and nectar, into her sister's mouth, where she suckled it like a cock-loving whore giving the best blow job of her life.

"That's it you horny bitch, suck up your own cunt-blood," Buffy hoarsely whispered the first words spoken in minutes. "Suck it up and be mine for eternity."

Willow was practically glowing as she and Tara lay together in bed, naked, covered only by their own sweat and juices, just as it should always be.

"I love you Tara," the redhead whispered, trailing her hand in a sensual caress along her lover's side.

"I know," Tara whispered back, her eyes closed, but her own hand returning the caresses.

"Do you love me?" a minor insecurity asked, despite the power of the spell, they had already exhausted themselves of their pleasure and passion.

"I think I just more than proved my feelings not too long ago," the blonde replied, effectively evading the question.

"Are you still in love with me?"

The question was ignored, and that worried the young woman, but she didn't have time to mull over it as Tara seemed to suddenly get a fifth wind, so to speak, and they started all over again, this time making slow, passionate, intense love.

It would be dawn soon.

END...?