You have to get to Ms Fellows

When you wake up the next morning, your head is feeling back to normal. Your other head is feeling wonderful, since a soft, wet tongue is swirling around it, and slender fingers circling your cock are stroking gently up and down.

You whisper, “Abbie, I told you it was too dangerous to do this in the house with Mom around.” Your fingers tangle in her silky hair and slowly but firmly tug her back off your dick.

She pushes the covers off her head and grins at you. “You never explicitly told me not to do it, though, otherwise I couldn’t be doing it. So really, it’s your fault.” She snickers. Her hand never stops sliding up and down along your shaft. “I think maybe you secretly want me to suck you every morning.”

You can’t help letting out a quiet laugh. “There’s nothing secret about it. I’d love that more than anything. I’m just afraid that Mom will catch us doing it,” you tell her.

“It’s six in the morning, Stretch. Mom never wakes up before seven, and it’s Saturday, so she’ll sleep in even later,” your sister replies.

“Saturday?” you say, frowning. “Wait… no, it’s Friday. Right?” You grab your phone off the nightstand and look at it. It confirms that today is Saturday. “Things have been so crazy, I lost track of the days.” You sit up in bed. “I thought I could get to Ms. Fellows this morning before classes start—tell her not to report me and Leah. I don’t know where she lives, how am I going to find her over the weekend?”

Abbie stops stroking you. Her eyebrows go up. “Shit. I wasn’t even thinking about that yesterday when you enchanted her. I was more focused on the fact you’d have another hot bitch to serve you. If the spell hits her anything like it did me, she’ll be climbing the walls with need for your cock long before Monday.”

The way Abbie casually talks about the spell with your mother just down the hall is making you nervous. “No more talking about magic when we are in the house with Mom home,” you hiss low. Abbie clamps her lips together tightly and nods.

“Let’s get dressed and then we’ll figure something out,” you tell her. She nods, bends her head down to give your glans a long, lingering, slurping kiss, then slides out of your bed and hurries off to her bedroom. You feel like you need a shower, but you’re afraid the running water will wake your mom, and you don’t want to have to explain why you’re up and showering so early on a weekend. You pull on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt.

You sit down at your computer and try googling Ms. Fellows. You cannot remember her full name, but you find it on the school district website—Emily Fellows. Even when you use that to search, you cannot find her address anywhere online. You slap yourself on the forehead. When you were scrying her apartment, you should have looked for her address on some mail or the package of books. That train of thought calms you down a bit. If you need to, you can scry her and figure out where she is. You will have to get out of the house to do it, and you aren’t looking forward to the headache it will bring, but it should work if things get urgent.

You start looking up all the apartments and condos in the area, thinking that you’ll use street view to try to identify the one you saw out her window.

Abbie walks back into your room. She’s wearing a pair of booty shorts that might as well have been painted on the curves of her hips and ass, and a tight halter top that makes it obvious that her high beams are on. Abbie had never been shy about dressing to highlight her physical assets, but you’re pretty sure she’s showing off even more for you now that she’s enchanted.

“Hey, Stretch, I thought of something. You’ve got Ms. Fellows’ school email, don’t you?” she asks. “Just email her. When she sees it, she’ll jump at the chance to meet up with you.”

You laugh out loud. “Abs! Of course, that makes a lot more sense than what I was planning.” You let out a long sigh of relief and write an email to Ms. Fellows asking if you can meet her to show her an assignment you’re writing for her class, that you have questions about.

Abbie stands behind you, massaging your shoulders as you type. “Now you just have to wait for her to check her email.” She jumps up and down on her toes, excitedly. Her breasts bounce against the back of your head. She leans down and her lips brush your earlobe. “Now, can we get out of the house and go someplace where we can do and say the stuff you don’t want to around Mom?” she whispers in a sultry voice.