You need to talk to Abbie about what’s going on with Mom, right now

You grab Abbie’s arm and hustle her back up the stairs. You probably should be showering before breakfast, but you feel an urgent need to talk to your sister about what you both just saw, and what you’re it might mean.

“That is not normal behavior for Mom,” Abbie says in a hush. “Did you see what she was wearing, or not fully wearing?” She rolls her eyes. “Of course you did. That must have been a treat for you, Oedipus Stretch,” she giggles. Her fingers trail up and down your bare chest. “By the way, did Mom just kiss your neck?”

You nod, “Yeah, and she woke me up before dawn, to tell me she had a dream that disturbed her. Mom never gets out of bed before 7:00.”

Abbie smirks, “Well, I wanted to get out of my bed and into yours first thing Tuesday morning when I woke up from that dream where you were fucking me like I was a whore that owed you money.”

You frown, “But Mom isn’t…” you pause, wondering how to put what you have to say delicately, “She’s very reserved, and not, you know, all that sexual. I think I can remember seeing her go out on maybe two dates the whole time we were growing up.”

Abbie laughs, “You can go ahead and say it, Mom isn’t a slut like me, who’d get turned on by family.” She pokes you in the ribs playfully. “You do know she’s had sex, right? Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here. Just because she took herself off the market while she was raising us, doesn’t mean she doesn’t want it. And now that you’re grown up, living around you would get any woman’s engine revving.”

She bit her lip, then continued “But we’re both thinking the same thing. Aren’t we? Somehow, that spell actually worked on Mom.”

“But, we were just goofing around,” you protest, “and I pretended I was casting it on you, not Mom. Besides, magic isn’t real!”

“Fuck!” Abbie gasped. “If you did that to Mom, that means the way I feel about you…” her voice trailed off. Her eyebrows draw together in a scowl as she looks at you. “Beanpole, how many times have you ‘just goofed around’ with that spell?”

“Um, just twice,” you answer feeling nervous.

“And how many times have you woken up the next morning with a female family member half-dressed and hanging all over you? What seems more likely? That both me and Mom suddenly decided on our own, two days apart, that we want your body? Or that somehow a spell you cast twice actually worked both times?”

“But, that’s not the way the website said it should work. Right? I had your hair last night, and was casting it on you, not Mom.”

She smirked at you, “Of course, someone’s janky homemade website about how to enslave women with magic could never be inaccurate or misleading.” Her smirk became a sly smile as she wrapped her arms around your neck, “I don’t get why you’re fighting so hard to deny this. It could be an amazing ride for you. If it’s true, you’ve got both me and Mom to use however you like. It’s a pervert’s dream. I’m getting wet thinking about all the fun you could have.”

Her eyes went wide, “Oh shit! If magic does work, there may be other spells on that website you can use. Maybe you could make us rich or something.”

“Mom may be having a breakdown of some kind, and you’re thinking about magic spells to make us rich. Really?”

“Oh fuck!” Abbie gasped, her face showing concern. “I did have a breakdown. Dammit, the way I felt when I thought there was no way you were ever going to fuck me. I thought I was going crazy. The website might be right about needing contact with you. I was feeling unhinged, and it kept getting worse until we finally got together. It was fucking ****.” Your sister looks into your eyes. “If that was the spell, Mom is going to need it.”

“I don’t know, Abs,” you say. “I’m not ready to believe in magic. The stuff with Mom could just be a coincidence. Maybe she’s just in a weird mood. I’m certainly not just going to walk up to my mother and offer to fuck her if she wants it.”

Abbie groaned at that, and ground against you. “That’s like something out of a really bad porn video. It sounded so sexy to me though.” Then her voice became more serious and softer, “You haven’t felt what I feel. If you did, you’d know magic seems like a perfectly logical explanation. You own my soul, Dave.”

“I, I have to be absolutely certain before I, you know, even think about approaching Mom about this, though,” you tell your sister.

“Maybe… test it on me. I remember it said something about obedience, and being carnally fixated. Take my word for the carnal fixation, but we can test to see if I’m obedient.” She woke your computer. “Look that website up again, see what it says exactly.”

You sit at the keyboard and pull up the site quickly since you remember the URL better now. “I’m not sure how it’s much of a test, if you’re trying to prove that the magic works, you’ll just do anything I tell you.” You read over the description of the spell. “It just says you’ll be compelled to follow my commands and instructions that are phrased as imperatives, unless they’re obviously figures of speech and not literal, or doing it would hurt me.” You chuckle. “At least Ms. Fellows would be happy that I learned what imperative means.”

Abbie settles in your lap. “OK, all you need to do is tell me to do something I’d never do on purpose.”

You frown. “But what would that be? I’m not going to tell you to do anything that would hurt you or get you arrested or anything.”

Your sister sighs, “And if I tell you something I don’t want to do, you won’t be able to believe that I’m not just telling you something that I really would do, just so I can convince you.” You think about that for a second to follow the logic, then nod.

“There is a thing. I hate the idea of it. Never did it for any guy,” Abbie says. She bites her bottom lip. “But please, promise me it will only be for this test. You won’t tell me to do it ever again. Cyn knows what it is. If she tells you, you can believe it’s real. Right? Call her.” You can feel Abbie trembling on your lap as she anticipates the test. You grab your phone and call Cyn’s number and put your phone on speaker.

“Hey Dave, what’s up? It’s early.” The punk girl’s voice sounds muzzy.

“Hi bitch,” Abbie speaks up, “I need you to settle an argument I’m having with Beanpole. He doesn’t believe me about my weird squick. So without prompting, tell him that thing that’s a limit for me. You know, that thing you did with that guy that almost made me barf when I saw it.”

Cyn lets out a sleepy chuckle. “I mean, it’s not that weird, most people aren’t turned on by feet. But, Dave, believe me, it’s almost pathological with your sister. All I did was kiss that guy’s foot a little. If you ever want her to clear out of a room, take your shoes and socks off and get your feet in her face.”

Abbie is shuddering as Cyn speaks, but she keeps her tone bright when she replies. “Thanks, I just won Beanpole doing the dishes twice when it’s my turn.”

Cyn laughs, “Anytime bitch, but preferably not at 6:30 in the morning next time. You guys have a very strange family, talking about sex hangups at this hour.” She hangs up.

Abbie can’t bring her eyes to meet yours now. She looks down at the floor. “I think Cyn must like you. She picked up your call at this hour,” she says, changing the topic of discussion.

It had been her idea, but now you can see how upset Abbie is by the thought of having to go through with it. You don’t think she’s acting. You don’t want to make her do something she hates, that just watching made her retch, but you need to know if the magic is real. Need to know how to deal with your mother.

You hug Abbie tightly and stroke her hair. When you realize how afraid she is, and that she’s willing to trust you with her fear, you feel an erotic charge between you, carried by her fear. “Abbie,” you tell her in a quiet voice, “get down on your hands and knees and kiss and lick my feet.”

Your sister turns pale. She starts breathing fast and heavy, almost hyperventilating. “Dave…” she says, her voice wavering, then failing. She slips off your lap, down to the floor on all fours. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she repeats over and over as she lowers her head down towards your bare feet.

You hate yourself a little for it, but you can’t help getting hard as you watch, the feeling of power over her is exhilarating, addictive.

Abbie groans out, “fuuuuuuck.” As her face turns down to your foot. “This sucks. Why did you make me do this? Why is my pussy fucking gushing over this?” Then you feel her lips lightly touch the top of your foot. Then again, lower, closer to your toes. You feel a drop of wetness - her tear. She licks it off your foot.

At that, your cock strains, there’s a damp spot on your boxers from the precum leaking from it.

You lift your toes from the floor, and spread them apart. Abbie pants and whines through her nose, as her left lips wrap around your big toe and she suckles gently.

You open your mouth to tell her that it’s enough, but before the words leave your mouth, your mom appears at your bedroom door. “Kids, breakfast is getting…” she is silenced by the sight and freezes, staring at you and Abbie.