Get out of there fast

You pull your hand back. “Oh, yes. Of course, Ms. Erickson. I was just… um, kidding around. I’ll just go say goodbye to Tracey then I have to get home.”

“That would be best, David.” she says icily.

You rush to Tracey’s room and hand her the glass of water. “I should get going, babe. I need to take care of something.” You give her a quick kiss, and head out of her room.

“Is something wrong?” she asks. She gets up from the bed to see you out the front door.

“I just have to go. I’ll give you a call later tonight.” You notice Ms. Erickson at the door to her office, standing there quietly watching as you hurry out the door.

As you’re riding fast back to your house, your phone buzzes. You see it’s Tracey, so you stop on the side of the road and answer.

“Boss… what did you say to my mom?” she asks in a drawn out, curious tone.

“I, um… said hello… told her I like you a lot.. That it was cool she supported you coming out.” you stammer. “Why, what did she say to you about it?”

“Did you hit on my mom, Dude?” she laughs.

You try to answer, but just make a **** noise.

“Not that I’d blame you. If you’re into MILFs, my mom would be at the top of any horny boy’s list. But… if you really wanted her, why didn’t you enchant her? I would have had to get you her hair if you asked me to.”

“Wouldn't you, you know, feel weird about that?” you ask.

“Fuck yeah, I’d feel weird. She’s my mom. But if she got you hard, I’d be all in on making her your mind-controlled bitch. Don’t you get yet that I don’t have any choice when it comes to giving you what you want? So… why didn’t you whammie her?”

You hesitate before answering. “I thought I did. The spell didn’t work.”

“What? Did you try it without her hair, like when you got me?” Tracey asks.

“I had some of her hair. I snuck into her room and took it from her brush. I thought I did everything right. I don’t know what happened. The boner spell I did last night worked. Too well,” you tell her.

“Boner spell? Wait… the brush you took the hair from. Did it have a silver back and handle?” she asks, her tone makes you think she knows something.

“I… think.. Maybe. I didn’t look too closely. I was in a rush. Why?” you respond.

“My mom brushes my hair every night. She started doing it because it was soothing, after… what happened with my Dad. That’s the brush she uses. You took my hair.” She laughs. “I guess I’m super-double-enchanted now.”

“And your mom thinks I’m a weird creep.”

“Well boss, you do mind-control girls for sex. So, she’s not exactly wrong.” She keeps laughing. “So you’re really into my mom, huh? If I get you one of her actual hairs, you could enchant her into not caring that you’re a weird creep. I don’t.”

“I was trying to get us a place where we could all be together in private. I figured your house would work best, it’s big, private, and there’s just your mom living there with you,” you explain.

“And getting to be the meat in a mommy/daughter sandwich didn’t enter into the reasoning at all, huh?” she giggles.

“Well, yeah, but can you blame me?”

“Not even a little bit. The magic doesn’t let me, boss,” she snorts out a laugh. “Now I can’t not think it’s about the hottest thing your straight-guy pig brain has come up with yet. Thanks for that.” She sighs. “And you’re not wrong about our house. Plus, her money gives us options for universities and moving in together. I’ll bring you one of her hairs tomorrow.”

“You are literally the best **** a guy could ever have, babe,” you tell her. “OK, tied for first with Peep.” You add with a laugh.

“And you’re looking to make it a three-way tie with my mom, pig. So you can have a four-way with us all,” she snarks. “God, that math should not make me wet.”

“I’m very glad it does, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell her.

“See you, boss.” she replies.

When you get home, your mother is putting dinner on the table..

“Nice of you to join us, Davey,” your mother chides. “You’ve got a girlfriend now, so you just ignore your poor family?” she chuckles.

“Sorry Mom,” you say. “I lost track of time. Should have called when I realized I was late, but I was already biking home.” You settle into your seat at the dinner table.

“Mom, if you had seen this girl, you would not blame Dave at all for forgetting we exist while he’s with her. I’m going to have to up my game to get any attention around here.” Abbie chimes in, as she walks in with a bottle of wine.

Mom goes to grab something off the stove. Abbie leans over and whispers in your ear, “Hope you had a great time, little brother.” Her soft lips brush your earlobe. “Are you planning on telling Mom that it’s not just one girl, or do you need me to keep your dirty secret?” Her tongue teases around the rim of your earlobe like it had this morning. Even though you're a little worn out and sweaty from the bike ride, your cock instantly becomes an iron rod.

Mom comes back and sets a bowl of steamed vegetables on the table. She sees Abbie with the bottle and asks, “Wine tonight?”

Abbie nods as she opens the bottle. “I’m celebrating. I finished my last final today. I’m done. When the grades come in, I’ll have my associate degree.”

Your mom smiles. “Oh, that’s right, sweetheart, congratulations. Welcome to the real world, have a real job yet?” She laughs.

“The job hunt starts soon.” Abbie looks over at you. “I can think of several positions I’d like to get into.” She winks. "For now, I’m still just slinging coffee. I’m taking the night off to have a drink with my family though. Could you get us three glasses?”

Your mother raises her eyebrow. “Your brother isn’t legal to drink yet.”

Abbie waves her hand. “It’s allowed at home. Lighten up, Mom. Beanpole’s not driving anywhere, and one glass of wine won’t turn him into a raging alcoholic. He’s more grown-up than you think.” she adds with an emphasis on 'grown-up'.

Your mother relents and brings three wine glasses. You have dinner and sip while your mom and Abbie make small talk. You keep quiet because you really can’t tell them about anything that happened to you today. They’re used to you being quiet though, so they don’t notice anything different. In the middle of the meal, you feel a toe sliding up your shin. You almost ****, but manage to swallow the bite. When you look across the table Abbie is grinning at you from behind the glass of wine at her lips.

“You know what? I really want to celebrate right.” Abbie says. “You should come out dancing with me tonight. I can introduce you to my friend Cyn.”

Your mother looks at Abbie surprised. “You may be done with your finals, but tomorrow is Friday and Dave has school. And why would you introduce him to a girl, when he just got his first girlfriend?”

Abbie frowns as if she realizes she should have remembered that. “Oh… not like a setup or anything. She’s just someone fun to hang around with. I was just thinking it would be a blast to get out and dance with Beanpole.”

“I should stay in tonight, Abs,” you mutter. “There’s something I have to research, for a class project.” You’re starting to feel that it’s important to check all the warnings on the enchantment spell again. You go back to eating, until your mom’s attention is on something else, so you can get up without her noticing your hard-on. You rush out of the kitchen. “Thanks for dinner, Mom,” you call back. "I need to get started on that schoolwork.”

You get to your room and pull up the website again. You read the warning that says if you don’t have a hair from the target, the nearest gender-appropriate person for your orientation will be affected. Abbie was asleep in her room, right next to yours.

You’ve got to talk to someone about this; you call Tracey.

“What is it, boss?” she answers.

“I think I screwed up, bad.” You say in a panic. “You’re not double-enchanted. I think your hair didn’t count, because you’re already enchanted, and she was the closest girl. Or maybe one of Abbie’s hairs fell on my desk when she was in here, or something.”

“What are you talking about?” she asks.

“My sister Abbie, I’m pretty sure she’s enchanted.” you say in a hushed tone.

“Ohhh… that could be fun. She’s so sexy.” Tracey purrs.

“But she’s my sister!” you protest.

“Hey, you were gonna make me play with my mom, scratch that, I’m pretty sure you’re still gonna make me play with my mom, so don’t act like **** is a huge problem for you now,” she points out.

“I can’t…” you were about to say how wrong it is to mind-control your sister to have sex with you, but you realize you’re talking to a girl who you did just that to, and to her girlfriend, and you’re planning on doing it to her mother next. You sigh.

“You know what you have to do, boss. You have to fuck her,” she says.

“But…” is all you can get out.

“I know exactly how she’s feeling right now. I understand why the website said if she doesn’t get contact within 24 hours, she could get crazy obsessed. It’s probably worse for her because it’s getting late,’ Tracey tells you. Her voice is soft, she’s not trying to be mean, just telling you the truth.

“Fuck.” you shake your head.

“Oh, and boss, you might want to tell her the truth about the spell.”

“What?!”

“It made me feel a lot less crazy once I knew. She’s probably all torn up with guilt about lusting after her own brother. Once she knows it was a spell that caused it, and she’s not to blame, she’ll be able to cope better.” Tracey explains. “You were honest with me and Leah, you should be honest with your sister, too. Good luck, boss.”

“Good night, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow.” you say.