Unforseen Intervention

The same second as the door shuts behind him, a ringing sound is coming from his nightstand. He is getting a call. vacantly you stare at the phone, not finding the strength and motivation to stand up and go see who it might be. The ringing continues.

Finally it is getting on your nerves and you gather yourself to shut that annoying thing off. Your brothers cum gets wiped off with a t shirt that was lying around, and you walk to the nightstand. You lean over the display to see who it is and are surprised to see the caller identification as "Anonymous". The same identification as when you were called yesterday.

'Strange', you think. After a moment of consideration, you take the phone and answer it.

"Hello?" You hate how soft and scared your voice sounds.

"Oh, sweety, I am so sorry!" On the other end of the line is definitely the witches voice, but it sounds as if she was crying. "I never wanted this for you, you have to believe me! This shouldn’t have happened.”

You can barely understand her since she is talking so fast. "What? Who exactly are you?”

"Sweety, everything will be okay. We need to meet and talk about this. I just wanted to say I am very sorry; you should never have gotten **** like this. By your own brother at that! I will be in the mall in one hour. I arranged that you will be there too. Please don't be too mad at me, okay?"

Still deeply confused you are about to answer when your brother steps in again and the line immediately falls silent.

"What are you doing with my phone, sis? Give it to me right now. And get your juicy ass moving, mom wants to go shopping with you."

Didn't Alex and Dad wanted to fuck me next, you ask yourself silently but quickly follow his command despite your confusion. Moments later you sit in the car, dressed in a flimsy bit of near nothing, and drive together with your mom towards the mall. Nobody questions that it is Sunday, and the mall should be closed. Could the witch be responsible for all of that?