The Balefire

The Balefire
By JewWitch
Summary: Paige gets inducted into a ceremony that will reveal the true source of the power of three. P/P/P Rated NC-17.
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Paige Matthews opened the door to her new home and stumbled in, exhausted. The moon was already high in the San Francisco sky, and she hadn’t eaten a thing since breakfast. Stomach rumbling, she trudged to the kitchen to take advantage of her new sister’s culinary skills, hoping that Piper had saved her something despite her lateness. Sure enough, when she opened the fridge, there was a plate of tortellini and mushroom sauce neatly wrapped in plastic, with a little sticky note bearing her name. She smiled faintly, her overworked spirit momentarily lifted by her sister’s thoughtfulness.
Her sister. That still sounded strange in her own head, even after a month of living in the manor with Phoebe and Piper. It was a major adjustment, to be sure; though certainly not as major as discovering she was a witch in the first place. And despite her occasional grousing over loss of personal space, she had to admit that she truly enjoyed life with her two new sisters. They were smart and sassy and fun to be with, not to mention thoughtful, compassionate, and last but not least, ass-kicking superheroes. Paige wondered if she would ever really be as good as they were; if she would ever feel like one of them.
Taking her plate out to the living room where she heard her sisters’ voices rising and falling softly, Paige spotted Phoebe and Piper snuggled up on the couch in their pajamas, watching cartoons. A bowl of popcorn rested between their stomachs. Phoebe’s head leaned back against Piper’s shoulder, with Piper’s strong arm flung across her bare midriff, making lazy, unselfconscious circles around her bellybutton. Their bare legs were tangled together, Phoebe’s foot running up and down Piper’s calf, making her giggle. Paige felt an undeniable pang of longing as she gazed at them. She could forgive herself for having naughty thoughts about her sisters; she rationalized that she had, after all, known them less than a year, and it therefore was not a big surprise that her body would respond to them simply as beautiful women, rather than as sisters. But what she couldn’t forgive herself for, were the naughty thoughts she constantly seemed to be having about the two of them together. *You are a creepy little perv, Paige Matthews,* she scolded herself once again. But she just couldn’t seem to help herself. Gazing longingly at her two beautiful sisters, the thought came unbidden to her mind that the two of them looked more like girlfriends playing footsie than sisters. How she longed to get between them on that couch!
*Stop it, Paige!* She scolded herself again. *They are just two sisters who are very close, and that is all. They’ve probably been snuggling together like that since preschool, for God’s sake!* Paige sighed to herself. It didn’t really matter what kind of fantasies she invented anyway. She knew she’d never really be a part of whatever there was between them; she knew they would never love her the way they loved each other. How could they? They’d been best friends their entire lives, and she was little more than a stranger to them. Paige sighed, more audibly than she’d intended, and Phoebe looked up, smiling when she saw her standing there in the doorway.
“Hey little sis,” she greeted her. “Did you just get home from work?”
“Yeah,” Paige sighed again. “I had a ton of paperwork…tonight’s the deadline for quarterly evals. Thank God it’s over!” Paige plopped down in the loveseat adjacent to her reclining sisters.
“So, does that mean you’ll be home for dinner tomorrow night?” Piper asked hesitantly. There was an odd nervousness about her voice, Paige thought, but she dismissed it.
“Should be…why, you have something special planned?”
“Well…” Piper trailed off and looked at Phoebe, who seemed to know what Piper was thinking and jumped in to finish her sister’s sentence.
“The thing is, Paige, tomorrow is sort of a major witchy holiday, called Beltane. Do you know what that is?”
Paige wrinkled her nose thoughtfully. “Spring festival, right? …With the Maypole?”
Piper snickered into Phoebe’s dark hair, earning her a sharp jab in the ribs. “Yes,” Phoebe said smiling, “that’s right. It means ‘balefire,’ and it’s the third and final of the spring fertility festivals, kind of the big huzzah. It’s one of the two nights of the year when the veil between worlds is thinnest…starting at midnight, and ending when the Pleiades—that’s the constellation of the seven sisters—rises at daybreak. It’s a night when witches commune to honor and celebrate life.”
“Uh-huh,” Paige nodded to show that she was following. “So, you want me to be home for this witchy celebration or whatever?”
“Well, um, yeah,” Phoebe nodded, and Paige thought she saw a faint blush rising in her sister’s olive skin. “The thing is, Paige, we have sort of…well not sort of, we have, a special ritual that we do on Beltane, that, um, renews and protects the power of three for the coming year.” Piper giggled again, and Phoebe glared at her and gave her a slap on the thigh.
“Cool, what is it?” Paige asked with interest. This time, the flush in Phoebe’s face was unmistakable.
“Well, we can’t exactly tell you now…it’s kind of a you-have-to-be-there thing. If you don’t want to do it, we won’t force you,” Phoebe said earnestly. “But there is one thing we do need you to do, as the youngest.” Paige cocked her head in interest. “You have to gather the primrose, and scatter it around the house. It protects us from anything negative piercing the veil while we’re doing the ritual.”
“Sure, Pheebs, no problem.” Paige smiled nervously as her mind raced, wondering what exactly this “ritual” would entail. *Hope we don’t have to do anything gross, like smear each other with menstrual blood,* she thought with a wry grin. “I’ll be there.” Finishing her pasta, Paige got up and gave her sisters a tired smile. “Well I’m beat…see you guys in the morning.” Piper and Phoebe gave their sister a goodnight wave, then turned to look at each other with nervous anticipation written all over their faces.
“Are you sure she’s ready for this, Pheebs?” Piper questioned her sister seriously. “I mean, the first time we did it, we had a lifetime’s worth of trust to draw on. Paige hasn’t known us that long…what if this ruins our relationship with her?”
“We don’t have a choice, Piper,” Phoebe said shaking her head. “We need to do this to renew the power of three…think how vulnerable our magic will be without it. We just have to trust her. She is our sister, after all.”
“What if she freaks?” Piper asked in a small, scared voice.
“Well,” Phoebe replied in a soothing voice as she ran her fingers through her sister’s silky hair, “we’ll just have to help her understand what a silly taboo it is, just like we learned before…”
“I know, I know, random social construct, baseless prejudice, just like witchcraft, made by people who don’t know anything about us…we’ve been through this before. I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.”
“Then I’ll just have to help you relax,” Phoebe murmured huskily. Twining her fingers deeper into Piper’s deliciously soft hair, Phoebe pulled her sister’s face in and kissed her deeply. Piper hummed contentedly into the kiss, her body melting along the length of her sister’s.
“What do you know,” Piper sighed, nuzzling Phoebe’s ear. “I think it’s working…”

The moon was high again the next night when Paige arrived home with a sack of primrose slung over her shoulder. She hoped her sisters wouldn’t be angry at her lateness as she shucked off her jacket and shoes at the door.
“Piper? Phoebe?” She called through the house, but was met with silence. Walking into the kitchen, she found a note on the kitchen table telling her that they would be up in the attic, that she could come up anytime she was ready and not to rush. Next to the note was a plate of neat little lemon poppy cakes. Smiling, she took a cake and bit into it, wondering again what mysterious ritual lay ahead. Whatever it was, she could already sense that it was something powerful and deeply magical; her heart began to thud erratically in her chest as she wandered through the house, scattering the primrose. When she was done, she found herself going to her room and changing out of her work clothes and into her favorite pajamas, a pair of silk shorts and a slinky tank top. She wasn’t sure exactly what made her do this; somewhere between the primrose she had scattered on the landing, and her bedroom, a wave of powerful intention had washed over her, and she didn’t question it. All she knew was that her sisters were waiting for her…and she felt drawn to them, to their energy, emanating like magical pollen from the attic. Taking the final primrose blossom in her hand, she walked up the stairs, trembling as she drew nearer to the source of the powerful wave of magic that was washing over her. *If you don’t want to do it, we won’t force you…* Phoebe’s words came unbidden to her mind. She already knew that, whatever was waiting for her upstairs with her sisters, she wanted it. No, needed it—the magic inside her, the part of her that had recognized her sisters before she even knew who they were, was calling out to her, pulling her toward the attic like a moth to a flame. Reaching out a shaking hand, she pushed the attic door open, gazing upon a scene within that nearly made her heart stop.
Inside, a circle of white candles had been laid out, surrounding a soft patchwork quilt with a large pentagram embroidered on it. And on the blanket were Phoebe and Piper, naked as the day they were born, making out like no tomorrow. A dome of pure white light surrounded them, pulsating softly as if in response to their movement against each other. Paige stood frozen, the final flower dropping from her hand just inside the door, as all the blood in her body rushed south. Never in her life had she seen such a beautiful sight as this. But still, she hesitated—it was one thing to have a few innocent fantasies about fucking your sisters blind; it was quite another thing to actually do it. Paige wasn’t sure what to think. As the primrose blossom fell from her hand, the white light around Piper and Phoebe brightened into an amorphous haze of reds, yellows and oranges, like a living flame. They both gasped, seeming to respond to the change in energy, and looked up at her. Quivering, Paige returned their gaze. No one spoke. Paige swallowed hard, feeling the wetness pooling between her legs. Then Phoebe reached out her hand, beckoning Paige into the circle, a beautiful, loving smile on her face. Without a word, Paige reached down and stripped off her tank top, leaving her pert breasts bare to her sisters’ gaze. Piper gave a small whimper. Then Paige stepped into the circle, and the pulsating, fire-colored energy dome around them flared to twice its original size, enveloping them in a heat that felt absolutely carnal. Paige let out an involuntary moan of arousal, dropping to her knees as Phoebe reached out and slipped Paige’s shorts from her hips.
“Welcome home, little sister,” She whispered, then claimed Paige’s lips in a sweet, sensual kiss. Paige returned the kiss enthusiastically, trailing her fingertips all over Phoebe’s body, reveling in the intoxicating sensations of touching her sister. A moment later, Piper’s soft, warm body was pressed up against her back, lips grazing the nape of her neck, hands reaching around to play with her breasts. In seconds, Paige was whimpering like a puppy.
“Is Leo…okay with this?” She managed to gasp out.
“Leo knows that our magic comes from the power of three,” Piper breathed in her ear. “He understands…he always has.” Then Piper squeezed her breast hard, and Paige was lost. She cried out, one hand reaching behind her to grab Piper’s hip and pull her closer, while the other tangled in Phoebe’s dark tresses, their tongues meeting in an earth-shattering kiss. In the name of all that was good and holy! Paige had never felt a sexual charge like this; she had never been so turned on in her entire life. When Piper pulled her down by the shoulders, urging her to lean into her back, she put up no resistance.
“Our little sister is so beautiful, Phoebe,” Piper murmured, trailing her fingertips over Paige’s collarbone, her stomach, her rock-hard, rose colored nipples. “Do you want to taste her?”
“Oh, yes,” Phoebe breathed, crawling over Paige’s body like a cat to settle between her legs. Grinning up at her, Phoebe began to nip and tease the skin of Paige’s inner thigh, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of her arousal.
“Oh, goddess, Phoebe,” Paige groaned, her hips bucking up against empty air, desperately searching for any kind of pressure. Piper was still holding her from behind, nipping at her neck and teasing her nipples with light touches.
“Do you want Phoebe to touch you, Paige?” Piper whispered in her ear, her tongue snaking out to tease an earlobe.
“Yes,” Paige gasped, the smoky timbre of Piper’s voice only stoking her fire.
“Do you want her to suck your clit, little sister?”
“Yes!” Paige cried, feeling her juices slicking her thighs in anticipation. “Please, oh, please!”
“What a polite little girl we have,” Piper murmured impishly, sharing a hungry look with Phoebe. “She knows how to ask nicely.” And without preamble, Phoebe dove into Paige’s dripping cunt, licking, sucking, drinking up her sweetness. Paige screamed in ecstasy, arching her back into Piper’s strong grip. Piper, meanwhile, was sucking on her neck like a hungry vampire, her soft hands surprisingly rough on Paige’s sensitive breasts. But Paige didn’t mind, oh no. She continued to moan and writhe helplessly under the combined efforts of her sisters, all coherent thought gone from her head. They worked together as if they actually knew exactly what the other was thinking, in perfect tandem. *Synchronized fucking,* Paige thought dreamily. *New Olympic category!* But even this thought was driven wholly from her mind, as Piper pinched her nipples, hard, at the exact same moment that Phoebe sucked her clit into her hot little mouth. Paige positively howled, her back arching so hard she thought she would break in half as her orgasm hit. The magical fire around them glowed white-hot, and as wave after wave of delicious spasm passed through her body, Paige could feel it coursing through her sisters, too. They clung to her, their bodies thudding like a single heartbeat, and the feeling of their pleasure spurred Paige on even further, drawing out her climax. Without pausing to wonder how, Paige simply knew that this was how it was—when one of them experienced pleasure, all of them could feel it. She didn’t question it, just like she didn’t question that the sun would rise each day and the tides would turn. It simply was.
Still trembling with aftershocks, Paige reached forward and pulled Phoebe up to her by the back of her neck, kissing her roughly, deeply. The taste of her own essence on her sister’s mouth was an unbelievable turn-on, as she felt herself getting wet all over again.
“She’s so yummy, Piper,” Phoebe breathed. “I can’t wait for you to taste her.”
“Not just yet,” Paige countered, pushing Phoebe hard onto her back.
“Oooh, little sister wants to play boss,” Phoebe growled, looking up at Piper mischievously. “Shall we punish her, Piper? For her own good?”
“Hmmm, she is rather impertinent,” Piper murmured huskily. She reached out to caress the smooth, creamy flesh of Paige’s ass. Then she gave the delicious bottom a firm smack. Paige cried out, in painful pleasure. “Huh, what do you know? I think she likes it.” Then she leaned down over Paige, her breath a smoky whisper in Paige’s ear. “Do you want to be punished, little girl?”
“Yes!” Paige screamed, sweat now dripping off her face.
“Do you want to be smacked?”
“Yes, Piper! Please!”
“Do you want to go down on Phoebe?”
“Yessss!”
“Hmmm, I’ll bet you do…she tastes so sweet, our little Phoebe. Well I’ll tell you what…” Piper caressed the supple flesh she had just smacked as she spoke. “I’ll spank you, for as long as you can keep that hot little mouth on Phoebe’s cunt. You stop, I stop.”
Paige wasn’t about to argue with a deal like that! Eagerly, she lowered her face to Phoebe’s glistening center, swiping her firmly, as if her sister were an ice cream cone. *The best ice cream cone in the whole world!* Paige thought gloriously, as Piper’s hand came down firmly on her ass. Paige howled, almost as loudly as she had when she’d come, her cries matching Phoebe’s keening. It was such a beautiful sound, Paige thought, the sound of her sister’s pleasure. Phoebe’s cries sent Paige into a fury, impaling her with her tongue, biting her clit. Phoebe bucked so hard that she knocked Paige and Piper backwards, as another orgasm slammed into all three of them, and once again the magical flames engulfing them flared, this time blue-green.
“Ohhhh, Paige,” Phoebe moaned, “You are so good.” Paige grinned, puffing out her chest like a prize rooster, preening.
“Oh Phoebe, you’re gonna make her so cocky,” Piper giggled and shook her head. “And what will we do with her then?”
“Anything you want,” Paige said huskily, turning to nibble on the soft skin below Piper’s ear.
“Ohhhh…” Piper sighed, relaxing into her youngest sister’s surprisingly gentle touch.
“You’re such a good big sister, Piper,” Paige murmured against her sister’s hot skin. “Always thinking of Phoebe and me, putting our needs before your own…I think it’s time we gave something back. Don’t you think it’s time to spoil our big sister, Pheebs?”
“Absolutely,” Phoebe purred, crawling up Piper’s body to curl into her lap.
“Oh, God, Phoebe,” Piper moaned as her younger sister began kissing her pert breasts. “I love you…so much.” Her hand curled into Paige’s hair, as Paige continued to tease the sensitive skin of Piper’s throat with her teeth and tongue. “And you, Paige…I love you…more than you’ll ever know.” A small sob erupted from Paige’s lips as she continued to worship her sister’s flesh, tears running down her face. She had never felt love so pure in her entire life.
“I’m going to make you scream, big sister,” she growled, and Piper whimpered, gripping her hair tighter as Paige’s eager hands delved lower, finding Piper’s incredibly hot, wet core. Hips jerking, they moved as one as Paige slipped two fingers into Piper’s slick, wet pussy.
“Does that feel good, Piper?” Phoebe murmured, removing her mouth from her sister’s breasts to rub her saliva-slicked nipples to rock-hard peaks.
“Yes,” Piper cried, arching back into Paige’s breasts.
“Do you want Paige to make you come?”
“Yes, oh, yes!” Piper was screaming now. Paige’s hand pumped furiously, holding Piper’s hips firmly in place with her free arm.
“That’s my good girl,” Phoebe whispered as she nuzzled Piper’s ear. “Come for her, baby…come for our little sister.” Piper’s anguished cry of ecstasy filled the room as the fire around them flared again, morphing from blue-green to a brilliant violet, exploding into a blinding array of white-hot stars as Piper’s orgasm ripped through them all. Paige felt her knees give out, as she tumbled to the floor along with her sisters, panting, arms and legs entwined as they held onto each other for dear life.
“Ohhh…” Paige sighed, breathing in the sweet scent of Piper’s hair as she laid her head down on her sister’s neck. “I have the world’s most incredible sisters…”

When Leo arrived home the next morning, having been away on white lighter business that conveniently kept him for the duration of the Beltane holiday, he found the three sisters lounging together on the couch, giggling and feeding each other grapes. He swallowed, feeling a damp sweat break out under his arms. *Maybe I should’ve stayed away longer,* he thought to himself.
“Hi girls,” he said with as much casual indifference as he could muster. “Everything…okay…while I was gone?”
“Hmmm, we’re great Leo.” Paige giggled as she snapped up a grape that Phoebe tossed at her. “You?’
“Uh, fine, I’m fine Paige,” he said croakily, as he noticed that all three of them were positively covered in hickeys. “You want me to…uh…take care of those for you?” he gestured vaguely at their exposed skin.
“Nooo, feels too good,” Paige sighed, dropping her head back against Phoebe’s shoulder as her sister played with her hair.
“Right,” Leo said briskly, looking at the floor. Then he looked up at the ceiling in an exaggerated way. “Whoops! I’m being summoned. Gotta go. You’re all good here, right?” He asked, looking pitifully at Piper for permission to get the hell out of there before he popped a blood vessel.
“Right as rain, Leo,” Piper hummed, her foot running up Paige’s leg. Paige giggled. Leo orbed away without so much as a ‘see ya.’ All was, indeed, well in the Halliwell manor once again.

THE END