Ric's POV:
"Dios Mio! I need a man...now!" moaned Miss Rosie lustfully with an odd look in her eyes as she continued to rub her body--becoming so involved in her pleasure that she nearly collapsed to the floor as she excited and stroked her most sensitive areas.
All Ric could do was stare on in awe and wonder as Miss Rosie tweaked her own breasts and fingered her clitoris. It wasn't until he heard an "Ow!" brom behind him, that Ric managed to take his eyes off the writhing hot latina before him.
He turned around to see Josh hovering over the book, only he looked somewhat different--he was struggling with his clothes which looked tight and small on him. at the moment he had managed to slip his one growing foot out of his left shoe and now reached for his right foot. HIs body straining his shirt which was beginning to look quite taught on him.
"Josh, what's happening to you?!" exclaimed Ric.
"I asked the book for a way to get Mr. Mendes back and a spell appeared and I read it," said Josh as his voice began to crack as he flicked off his second shoe, and then struggling with his shirt. Ric looked at his brother with amazement--he looked about his own age, no... maybe a little older now. The shirt at long last came off, but just as Josh took a few releaved pants, he began began to yell "Owwwww!" again, only this time it started to sound more gutteral.
Josh yelled in his now baritone voice, "Get my pants off! Get them off!"
Ric still amazed at what was happening to his now older younger brother helped pull the constricting pants off of him, first grabbing one pant leg and then the other until he fell backwards onto the kitchen floor from the near adult looking Josh. Josh was now completely naked and panting on the floor of the tiled kitchen. He now looked like he was old enough to smoke, to Ric's eyes. Josh wasn't anything amazing as an eighteen year old, Ric determined. He had developed some muscles, with just the tiniest hints of treasure trail and chest hairs poking up here and there, and his rock hard penis was a respectable size, Ric estimated. But with each pant--which began to sound more pleasureful in a rhythm with Miss Rosie--Ric watched as his brother continued to age as his muscles seemed to develop like crazy, a few more inches of height were added, with Josh's feet and hands no longer seeming so out of proportion to the rest of his body. Josh's body hair also grew out and a bit thicker, a thin mustache appearing over his top lip. It appeared that Josh would be a bit of a late bloomer. But what shocked Ric the most was how his brother began to stroke his rock hard firm erection--slow at first but then almost frantically. When Josh no longer seemed to be of college student age he seemed to have stopped aging and suddenly Miss Rosie and Josh's heads snapped to stare at one another, as though becoming aware of each other's presence for the first time. The twenty-one year old woman and twenty-two year old man stopped pleasuring themselves and then without speaking moved closer towards one another with lust filled eyes.
Ric watched, feeling his own erection beginning to rise as he watched at once both horrified, jealous, and eagerly as the now adult Josh began making out with Miss Rosie. Soon her panties and bra were long discarded to the floor. Josh's motions were large and a bit clumsy, with Miss Rosie having to adjust and instruct his hands on how to massage her breasts just the way she wanted. As their foreplay continued, Josh seemed to catch on rather quickly--as though he were gaining an accelerated years of sexual experience from just this one time. Ric all the while could only stare in wonder as Josh entered Miss Rosie, her airy gasp and then hungry growl communicating everything about how she felt about Josh entering her. This was better than that prono video Javier had snuck out of his Dad's hiding place. It was in fact rather easy for Ric's hormone addled mind to forget that he was watching his little brother and the old lady from across the street going at it--they looked so different from how he was used to seeing them in his mind's eye that the idea of jacking off to these two hot and passionate young adults go at one another was far from being abhorant to his mind. And so he unzipped his fly and with his own cock in hand watched as the young adults climaxed.
Josh's POV:
This climax was unlike any other Josh had experienced it was his first, no it was different in some other way--he had lost his virginity at fifteen after all. This climax felt like it had sucked back his cum inside of him instead of squirting it out. Odd, but the sensation seemed to not leave him exhausted like he usually felt after he had spent himself. So he continued pumping, massaging, kissing, and teasing until once again they both climaxed at once--odd, but Rosadlinde and he must really have the rhythm down by now. It was what, their third month of dating, and their eleventh or twelfth time with each other after all. Exhausted, they wound down from their climax and Rosalinde rolled off of Josh as she then began to cuddle against him on the warm slick tile that they had heated up with their two rounds.
Josh was unaware as memories began to fill and flesh themselves out of his whirlwind romance with Rosalinde. He recalled having to take little Ric in after their parents had died soon after he'd graduated with a degree in eletrical engineering, and he'd been feeling low and depressed living in their house. Then Rosalinde had moved in across the street with her great-grandfather to look after him in his declining health, before he too also kicked the bucket not long after moving in. They had at first spoken with one another out of neighborly councern and consideration. But soon friendly coffee shop visits had turned into a quick lunch or dinner, and then kissing, followed by a rather wonderful makeout session, which ultimately had led them into each other's bed three months ago. Since then they had decided to date one another. For Ric's sake they had been trying to keep it on the down low, by maintaining separate residences, each time doing it in her bed. But this afternoon Rosalinde had come over after Ric had gone out, apparently as horny as much as he was and they had begun to go at each other on the kitchen floor. Part of Josh worried what might happen if Ric came home to discover them going at one another on the kitchen floor, but another part half wanted to be caught, if only to have it all out in the open.
Ric's POV:
Ric by this point had finished himself off and suddenly embarrased and disgusted as to what he had just done, he fled the kitchen, his middle school cock rapidly retreating to its resting position as Ric ran for the bathroom to clean off what he felt was the grime and disgust he had with himself at jacking off to his own brother having sex.
As Josh and Rosalinde began to drift off to sleep, their memories continued to rearrange themselves as the spell Josh had cast continued to work its magic. Francisco's sperm swam with all of Josh's other semen as they journeyed closer back to the unfertilized egg that Rosalinde had kept from Francisco's unconception. Soon Fransisco's sperm along with several other of Josh's sperm were attacking and burrowing into the egg floating in Rosalinde's womb. Francisco's sperm, along with another one from Josh simultaneously penetrated the egg--the spell had ensured that no matter what Fransisco would be reborn, and the egg then secreated its coating preventing anymore of Josh's sperm from entering it. The egg then drifted towards the wall of Rosalinde's uterus, separating itself into several cells as it at long last attached.
As the new fetus of Francisco began to develop and expand, so did Rosalinde's womb. Outside, Josh and Rosalinde's memories rearranged as months in their lives flew by as they now recalled how Rosalinde had broken down one morning on his front porch, crying and saying she thought she was pregnant. That evening they had told Ric, who had taken the news in stride, causing Josh to realize that all that worry had been for nothing.
As Rosalinde's belly began to develop to where Francisco's growth was noticeable, a simple engagement band appeared on Rosalinde's hand. Josh had taken Rosalinde out to dinner at their favorite Mexican eatery that the parents of Ric's friend, Javier, owned. It wasn't some fancy resturant, but they were both only just making by with part-time work as it was, and it was their favorite place to get good guachamole and was special to them.
As Francisco began to develop his fetal sexual organs, Josh and Rosalinde recalled being overjoyed and learning at the ultrasound that their son was healthy and developing well. Francisco they had decided to name the baby, after Rosalinde's deceased great-grandfather.
The months continued to roll by as Francisco developed and grew larger. At eight months, wedding bands appeared on both Rosalinde and Josh's fingers, as they recalled the hurried, but simple and special wedding they had been able to hold with Josh at long last getting a job in in his field. Things were looking up.
When Francisco was ready to be reborn, Rosalinde looked much like she had before Ric had cast the first spell that had shrunk Francisco Mendes back to conception in the first place. Her belly was nice and round, her breasts filled with lots of milk for her little boy. And then Rosalinde was awoken with a start as she felt the first contraction. She tried to sit up, but her belly was too large to do so on her own. Frantic for assistance, Rosalinde shook her sleeping husband.
"Josh... Josh!" urged Rosalinde as she rocked his well muscled shoulder.
"What?" he asked groggily, he must have fallen asleep after their last time, he figured.
"He's coming. Frankie's coming!" repeated Rosalinde as another, even stronger, contraction caused her to moan out in pain.
Josh was up in an instant, half panicking as he went through his mental checklist of what to do on baby day, and realized it had never been in the plan to be naked on the kitchen floor after having carefully had a short round of sex.
But the spell was quickly accelerating things, and soon Francisco's head was crowning as he pushed out of Rosalinde's stretching vagina, with Josh moving to catch the baby as he accepted there was no time to even get Rosie to the tub, let alone the hospital. At least the blood and fluids could be cleaned up off that tile floor, Josh comforted himself. With one sound push, little Frankie was pushed out of his new mother and into the loving arms of his new father.
Francisco's POV:
He recalled, as if it were a dream, being a big boy... but that seemed like another lifetime. He recalled drinking from mommy's breast and wishing to be her little boy... and now he had gotten that wish. He was mommy's little boy. He felt different now, somehow--he couldn't explain it, but he was no longer the same little boy who had gone inside of mommy, and as he felt a pain on his backside he let out a cry and felt as all the hazy memories of ever not having been mommy's little boy fade away. He felt mommy's breast near his mouth, and eagerly he sucked. A new contendedness filled him as he tasted his sweet mother's milk. and felt it trickle down his throat.
As Francisco sucked, he grew back to the age he had first made his wish at to be mommy's little boy, he grew in size, small dark little tufts of curly hair growing out of his head, hair just the shade of his new father's. Along with Frankie's regaining his age of two, so did his parents grow an additional two years, gaining a total of three years total from what they had been when they had conceived little Frankie. Now a healthy toddler Francisco squirmed contentedly in his mother's arms, resembling all at once both who he had been originally, but also with features of his new parents mixed in as well, making him look an even cuter toddler than he had the first time around. As Josh settled in as a handsome twenty-five year old and Rosalinde as beautiful twenty-four year old, the spell--having done its work ended.
The last act of the spell was to adjust the reality of the world around them to reflect the current status of the new family, as the world adjusted to accept and incorporate them into the fabric of time as it was now woven.