Margery Dormer, 28(?) Your Fairy Stepmother Support Slut

You think they're all great but you decide to go with Margery. Something about her just screams mischievousness. A promise of something you don't quite understand behind her smirk and eyes. You decide to tell her yourself. When you come back she's there sitting in a simple floral dress, her legs crossed. A pair of tall lace-up boots with high heels... and her smirk.

"May I call you Timmy, then?" She asks before you have a chance to say anything. You blush somewhat. No one calls you Timmy unless they're making fun of you... or your mother when you were younger and she wasn't so disappointed by her useless son.

"I uh..." you think about it for a moment. From her lips, the name seems right. "Yes. Yes, you may." You offer a wary smile. Still unsure about this mysterious woman.

Even when she fully smiles, it's like the smirk never leaves her face... and she does smile. A genuinely happy expression. "Wonderful! You and I are going to have SUCH great fun together. Now I'm sure you're wondering why you've chosen me." The thought did cross your mind. But there is something really odd about the way she said it. "You see, I'm your Fairy Godmother... but younger, prettier, sluttier, so maybe think of me as your Fairy-Stepmother." she winks at you and stands up, leaning partway over with her hand to one side of her mouth as if she had to shush what she said to say. "That's a porn joke," she giggles. "This whole emotional support slut thing is such a great excuse to enter your life... in the most intimate and personal of ways, without drawing suspicion. Wouldn't you agree? I thought it was clever."

You're still caught on the fairy-godmother part. That's why this woman has such an odd expression. She's clearly insane. Don't they say never to stick your dick in crazy? "You're... joking, right?"

"Aww. You must think I'm crazy. I suppose I come on a little too hard. I'm just excited... You want me to prove it to you, I assume?" Her eyes betray she's already got a plan.

"... Yes?" You're not sure if this is an elaborate prank, or she's insane or joking... But sure. Why not have the crazy sexy lady try to prove to you that she has magical powers.

"I hoped you'd say that..." she winks. Nothing happens. A few seconds later your sister, Rayne, enters the room moving quickly.

"Oh hey sis, come to-" she wraps her arms around you and kisses your lips. You don't know what to do. You've never been here before... that is you've never kissed anyone. Let alone your sister. You feel yourself shaking just from not knowing what the hell is going on. You let her take the lead as she french kisses your passionately.

Finally, she interrupts herself. Her eyes water a little bit, "I'm sorry little bro... I know I just stole your first kiss, but it should go to me, not some random slut you just met. I should be there to be your emotional support, but I'm afraid to tell you how much I actually love and care about you. I'm afraid it'd scare you away from me... Yeah, I saw your porn stash. Mom was the only one who freaked. I couldn't say anything though because I thought it was so hot. I have wet dreams about me being your first woman now, taking your v-card away. But I repress all this because mom thinks you need to be more... normal. So the best I can do is just be your supportive big sister all the time."

You stand there speechless. Margery just continues to give you a knowing look. "Sis, I..." you start.

Suddenly your sister looks around and doesn't recognize where she is. She sees that she's hugging you though, "sorry... I don't even know how I got here," she looks at you a moment, her cheeks are blushing but it's clear she's forgotten something else. "Okay. I guess it's just a weird day... maybe I needed a hug from my brother," she says defensively. She lets go of you and looks to Margery... "So yeah... hi. I'm Rayne... I guess you'll be joining the family soon, huh? Kinda weird. But. Whatever as long as you help my brother."

You hear your mother call for Rayne, "shoot. I guess I forgot something she wanted me to do. See you two again soon," she darts out of the room.

You look to Margery, "what the fuck was that?"

"Hmmm. That fuck? Looks like your first one to me. Your sister too... naughty boy. That was just a simple truth spell. Then I made her forget before things could get TOO awkward," she replies coquettishly. "I can do all sorts of things for you young man... my only limits are my powers can only affect you and those closest to you. Which, admittedly is a limited pool right now. But we'll work on that. I heard what you were thinking about Denise earlier. She's sexy, but trust me you don't want her for your wing-woman... she'll just try to fuck any girl you're interested in. Absolutely brilliant therapist. But quite a lecherous woman," she giggles. "Keep me around and your quality of life is about to go through the roof."

"I... don't... I mean..." the part of your mind that demands there be a logical and reasonable explanation for what just happened, appears to have gone and Epsteined itself. So great was the level of bullshit that it decided to check out. "Ok. I guess this is happening..." you look back to Margery in shock still, "what should I call you?"

"Anything you want sweety... especially when we're alone," she purrs. "But if you want to be boring call me Margery, personally I'm rather fond of "Slut". It's so derogatory and sexually charged," she giggles. "Well... come on lover. Let's go," she walks over to you and reaches for your hand. The two of you leave the building holding hands, following your sister and mother. How lewd.